Ann sighed deeply when she glanced at the calendar. “I can’t believe it’s almost time.” The girl said, sadly. Ann glanced down at her feet. All she wanted was something or someone to make her feel better, but Samantha was with Clarissa and Judy wasn’t coming over until much later.
The girl got to her feet and headed over to the couch. Turning on the television she began watching one of her favorite shows, but not even that was enough to cheer her up. “I guess I’m just going to be depressed today.” The girl mumbled.
“Hey!” Judy said, when Samantha entered the club room. The girl looked exhausted. “Looks like Clarissa was merciless today.” The girl said.
“Something like that.” Samantha said, lying down on the bed and closing her eyes. “Hey Judy…” The girl began.
“Yeah?” Judy said.
“I lied to Clarissa today about my fetish.” Samantha said. “I told her I liked to hold people.”
“I see…” Judy said, smirking. “So you like her, right?”
Samantha’s eyes opened. “I don’t know. I liked holding her, but that doesn’t mean I like her.”
“What else could it mean?” Judy asked, laughing a little. “You don’t have a ‘person holding’ fetish, you have something else! So what else could it be?” The girl asked.
Samantha shook her head. “I don’t know… Maybe I’m just crazy.”
“That is true, but it has nothing to do with Clarissa and you.” Samantha said, heading for the club door. “I bet you Clarissa likes you.” The girl said.
“Why do you say that?” Samantha asked.
“Think about it. There’s two other girls in this club and she’s only tickled you so far. What else could it be?” Judy asked. “I’m heading over to Ann’s. It’s almost her big day you know.” And without saying another word she headed out of the club room and closed the door behind her.
Samantha didn’t move for the longest time. “Maybe we do like each other, but were too stupid to say anything about it…” Samantha thought to herself. The girl rolled onto her right side and soon drifted into a deep sleep.
Clarissa’s fingers quickly danced across her keyboard as she typed up a report for her third period professor’s class. The girl knew the subject well and didn’t really need to pay attention to what she was writing. All she had to do was make sure she used the correct spelling and punctuation.
The girl could still feel the vibrations of Samantha as she tickled her mercilessly. She loved the feeling she felt when she tickled the girl.
Clarissa couldn’t help, but smile every time she remembered Samantha yelping or begging for mercy and she often recalled the memories of Samantha’s toes wiggling in response to the tickling. She couldn’t wait to see Samantha again.
Judy slowly made her way to Ann’s dorm room, but her mind wasn’t on her friend, but other things. She wanted to help Samantha find out of Clarissa really liked her or not and she thought she had a way to find out.