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12/08/2016
After living in semi-poverty as students in tiny rooms at the Nursing College Accommodation Centre, Karen and Louise were so keen to move out after they qualified that they immediately decided to share a rather run-down flat opposite the hospital in which they’d been designated to work.
At least it was furnished to some extent, and they had a room and a bed each. They were dubbed “The Blonde Twins” by their mutual friend Delaine, and that was the term they eventually became known by throughout the hospital; although they weren’t related and their faces, though both attractive, were completely different, there were superficial resemblances between them. Both were the same age, the same height (5 foot 2 inches) and had impressive busts for their otherwise-average build. Both were blue-eyed, and tended to dress casually outside of the hospital; if they decided to wear something more formal or attractive, they tended to do so together. When they used the hospital’s swimming pool - which they did frequently - it was noticed that their costumes were identical (although Karen was the better stronger swimmer and better diver). And, of course, they were both blonde; Louise’s shoulder-length was of a lighter shade, while Karen’s hung long and loose.
The previous occupants of their flat must have been a little strange, as they’d left behind a stack of porn magazines. The girls were still more or less penniless for their inaugural month at the hospital until they received their first pay cheque, so, desperate for some form of entertainment, they found themselves reading the publications.
One of the mags was dedicated to torture. Though all the ‘painful’ examples were obviously faked, there was a realistic feature about a beautiful girl having her bare feet tickled by her jealous female friends.
‘Oooh!’ exclaimed Louise. ’That must be one of the worst torments imaginable! I simply couldn’t bear that!’
‘Are you joking?’ replied Karen. ‘All the suffering we see in the hospital, and you think tickling is worst than that? You’re talking through your hat, Louise. I’m surprised at you.”
Louise was surprised by Karen‘s vehemence. ‘Oh, let’s not argue about it, Karen; it’s too hot,’ she said, placidly. It was indeed a humid night. ’We get paid in a few days. We’ve got that to look forward to. And we’ve got the day off from the hospital tomorrow.’
After discussing what they were going to do when they finally had money, the two blondes bid each other goodnight and headed for their rooms, stripping off so they could sleep more comfortably in the over-warm weather.
**********
It was around 2 a.m.. Louise knew that, as she was completely naked, there would be no rustling clothes to make any noise. Her bare feet made no sound as she padded into her sleeping colleague’s room…
Karen suddenly awoke to find herself lying on her stomach with her wrists tied behind her and her ankles bound together. Before she could protest, Louise had finished her handiwork off by silencing her housemate with a neat, effective gag over her mouth.
Then Louise sat on the back of Karen’s legs, and tickled the soles of her very sensitive bare feet.
Karen struggled fiercely, curling her soft bare toes, wrinkling the soles of her feet and pulling again and again at her bonds, but it was no use. Her bare body wriggled, writhed and squirmed against the bed in her futile attempts to free herself. Her bare feet were being tickled, and she couldn’t do anything about it!
The gag muffled her threats and pleas, which in any case were overridden every few seconds by her gusts of convulsive, involuntary helpless laughter. Karen was really frustrated - she was absolutely livid, but all she could do was lie there and laugh!
Louise was enjoying herself immensely. Her tickling was absolutely ruthless, and she knew she had the desperately-struggling and totally nude Karen completely at her mercy.
Finally, Louise calculated that Karen couldn’t take any more of the painless torture.
‘Karen,’ she cooed, ’are you ready to do anything for me if I stop tickling your feet?’
Karen nodded reluctantly.
‘I mean ANYTHING?’ emphasised Louise, tickling the vulnerable, helpless soles of Karen’s lovely symmetrical bare feet again. ’Even if it’s a bit, well, naughty?’
‘mmmMMMFFF! MMMMMFFF!’ Karen pleaded through the gag, nodding frantically.
So Louise rolled her over on to her back, kissed her magnificent boobs and proceeded to have a girl-on-girl sex session with her.
‘And that,’ recalled Karen later, when describing to Delaine how they became lovers, ’was absolutely wonderful. I’d wanted to make love to Louise for ages, but I didn’t realise SHE wanted sex with ME!’
‘And do you still indulge in tickling sessions?’ smiled Collette.
‘Let’s just say,’ giggled Karen, ‘that I’ve had my revenge a few times over… and I find it highly enjoyable... during AND afterwards...'
At least it was furnished to some extent, and they had a room and a bed each. They were dubbed “The Blonde Twins” by their mutual friend Delaine, and that was the term they eventually became known by throughout the hospital; although they weren’t related and their faces, though both attractive, were completely different, there were superficial resemblances between them. Both were the same age, the same height (5 foot 2 inches) and had impressive busts for their otherwise-average build. Both were blue-eyed, and tended to dress casually outside of the hospital; if they decided to wear something more formal or attractive, they tended to do so together. When they used the hospital’s swimming pool - which they did frequently - it was noticed that their costumes were identical (although Karen was the better stronger swimmer and better diver). And, of course, they were both blonde; Louise’s shoulder-length was of a lighter shade, while Karen’s hung long and loose.
The previous occupants of their flat must have been a little strange, as they’d left behind a stack of porn magazines. The girls were still more or less penniless for their inaugural month at the hospital until they received their first pay cheque, so, desperate for some form of entertainment, they found themselves reading the publications.
One of the mags was dedicated to torture. Though all the ‘painful’ examples were obviously faked, there was a realistic feature about a beautiful girl having her bare feet tickled by her jealous female friends.
‘Oooh!’ exclaimed Louise. ’That must be one of the worst torments imaginable! I simply couldn’t bear that!’
‘Are you joking?’ replied Karen. ‘All the suffering we see in the hospital, and you think tickling is worst than that? You’re talking through your hat, Louise. I’m surprised at you.”
Louise was surprised by Karen‘s vehemence. ‘Oh, let’s not argue about it, Karen; it’s too hot,’ she said, placidly. It was indeed a humid night. ’We get paid in a few days. We’ve got that to look forward to. And we’ve got the day off from the hospital tomorrow.’
After discussing what they were going to do when they finally had money, the two blondes bid each other goodnight and headed for their rooms, stripping off so they could sleep more comfortably in the over-warm weather.
**********
It was around 2 a.m.. Louise knew that, as she was completely naked, there would be no rustling clothes to make any noise. Her bare feet made no sound as she padded into her sleeping colleague’s room…
Karen suddenly awoke to find herself lying on her stomach with her wrists tied behind her and her ankles bound together. Before she could protest, Louise had finished her handiwork off by silencing her housemate with a neat, effective gag over her mouth.
Then Louise sat on the back of Karen’s legs, and tickled the soles of her very sensitive bare feet.
Karen struggled fiercely, curling her soft bare toes, wrinkling the soles of her feet and pulling again and again at her bonds, but it was no use. Her bare body wriggled, writhed and squirmed against the bed in her futile attempts to free herself. Her bare feet were being tickled, and she couldn’t do anything about it!
The gag muffled her threats and pleas, which in any case were overridden every few seconds by her gusts of convulsive, involuntary helpless laughter. Karen was really frustrated - she was absolutely livid, but all she could do was lie there and laugh!
Louise was enjoying herself immensely. Her tickling was absolutely ruthless, and she knew she had the desperately-struggling and totally nude Karen completely at her mercy.
Finally, Louise calculated that Karen couldn’t take any more of the painless torture.
‘Karen,’ she cooed, ’are you ready to do anything for me if I stop tickling your feet?’
Karen nodded reluctantly.
‘I mean ANYTHING?’ emphasised Louise, tickling the vulnerable, helpless soles of Karen’s lovely symmetrical bare feet again. ’Even if it’s a bit, well, naughty?’
‘mmmMMMFFF! MMMMMFFF!’ Karen pleaded through the gag, nodding frantically.
So Louise rolled her over on to her back, kissed her magnificent boobs and proceeded to have a girl-on-girl sex session with her.
‘And that,’ recalled Karen later, when describing to Delaine how they became lovers, ’was absolutely wonderful. I’d wanted to make love to Louise for ages, but I didn’t realise SHE wanted sex with ME!’
‘And do you still indulge in tickling sessions?’ smiled Collette.
‘Let’s just say,’ giggled Karen, ‘that I’ve had my revenge a few times over… and I find it highly enjoyable... during AND afterwards...'
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C.A.W. (Mrs.)
