Leslie's Ticklish Armpits

Leslie's Ticklish armpits Part 1

Disclaimer: This story is fiction.

It was back in 2019 when I started my life as a University student. Initially coming from a catholic all boys school, the differences were quite large. The teachers were more lax, and students were given much more freedom. Though the largest difference was probably the fact that it was a Co ed. There wasn't any set uniform to wear, so everyone just wore their casual clothing without any limits. It was summer all year around where we lived so in order to be comfortable, students often wore things that showed plenty of skin. For me this was an exceedingly interesting experience for one specific reason. I had an armpit fetish. I don't know when it deveolped, but I'd had it for as long as I can remember. Maybe it was because I was very sheltered and hardly ever saw a female's skin, but that hollwing structure underneath a girl's shoulder interested me very much. Needless to say, seeing all the girls wearing every type of sleeveless clothing delighted me so.

It was the first day of school, so I had some difficulty finding classroom 102 B where my literature class was supposed to be. Fumbling through the campus I happened to see probably the most beautiful girl I've ever seen. She had long dark hair tied in a bun and slightly tanned skin. She was wearing a black sports bra and leggings to match. You could tell she was athletic because she was in great shape. As the sun shone through the windows it landed on her shapely shoulders causing it to shine. Her skin was just that smooth. Unexpectedly, she looked in my direction. That was a big problem, because I was looking directly at her. I knew for sure she caught me staring. She was gonna think I was a freak for sure. Instead though, she smiled at me and asked me in a melodic voice

"Can I help you with something?"

I snapped out of it and thought quickly. Then I looked at the class schedule I was holding and had an idea.

"Do you know where classroom 102 B is?" I stammered.

"Oh, it's actually over that way!" She exclaimed while raising her arm to point in the direction of a hallway.

My eyes quickly darted from her pointer finger, down her arm to her newly exposed armpit. It was well shaped. The lines of her mounds weren't very prominent at all, and widley spaced. 3 lines suggesting that her armpits were a bit meaty when the skin was folded. By no means were they fatty though. It was just right. Travelling down from those mounds, the pit became a little more hollow and well shaped. They were bright so I could see well that they were silky smooth. My observation only lasted a few moments though because I wanted to be discreet. As her eyes shifted back towards me, I brought my gaze back up to where her eyes were.

"I'm actually headed over that way too, so let's go together!" She said.

I agreed and we made our way there together. We conversed while travelling to our destination and I found out her name was Leslie. A new student like me. She was a volleyball player which explaned why she was in such great shape. Her legs and arms were toned, a little larger at the shoulders, but her waist was slim. It gave her an hour glass figure especially since her bust was around a C cup. Not too big, not too small. When we got to the classroom, we chose our seats. Leslie sat down slightly to the front and I sat down to the back left of her. This was a lucky spot because Leslie loved to prop her elbow onto the table while she wrote. All class long I observed the slight armpit exposure she gave every time she wrote. I thought to myself "Man, I love co ed."