The Perilous Quest of Robin Foster 2 (Rough)
Story by TikTikKobold on SoFurry
Robin has places to go with her Roomate, Wendy!
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“Well, I really should be getting ready for work,” Robin says, stretching tall and standing on her bare toes, letting out a nice long sigh after she’s through. “Thanks for the offer to go back to bed for a bit, but I’m really not tired, you know? So no cuddling for me, today.”
Wendy sneers, wiggling her fingers. “Oh, but you’ve angered the Tickle Monstress,” the punk says. Without warning, the punk woman nips at the blond’s neck. After that initial shock, her fingers curl up against Robin’s sides, digging gently into the soft flesh to seek out her weakest points.
Robin’s squealing scream breaks out through the apartment, and she flails around, kicking and trying to pull herself free. She’s been in this sticky situation enough to know how to get out of it, and soon slips her way free from Wendy’s grasp. “Aaaeee, quit it!” she teases, running into the bathroom and slamming the door shut.
Once on the other side, Robin leans her bare back against the door, catching her breath. “Oh gawd, Wendy. Just stop poking my sensitive bits, will ya? I can hardly breathe.
Footsteps echo from the other side, and the shadow of Wedny’s feet cuts the light from under the doorframe. Wendy slaps her hands against the door, pressing her cheek against it. “Ro~bin,” she coos. “Sounds like you still got the squirmies. You know the only cure is some of my special medicine. You’ve earned yourself an extra hour of tickle medicine.
Robin gulps, licking her lips and glancing around the room. Would it be more embarrassing to jump out the window and streak? Oh, to go barefoot and unclad out in the open... that would be a dream. But in reality, she’d be locked away. What a waste.
But she can’t just stay here. Maybe she can think of something to get Wendy to back off for a little bit. Maybe placate some of her teasing. Maybe she can-
A soft clicking and turning of the knob catches her attention. She gasps when she sees the knob turn, and a voice rises up from behind the door.
“Remember, Robin,” Wendy says. “This is my apartment... and I have a key.”
And that’s only how the day started. Robin thought back on her morning as she sits in the car, casually looking out of the window. She crosses one leg over the other, the short white dress she wears doing nothing to cover her thighs. The secret is to dress almost as if she’s wearing nothing at all. That’s when she can feel really at ease with herself.
While she thinks about all the teasing she got, a long, tatted-up arm reaches over, poking up at her side, just underneath her rib. Robin exhales like a popped balloon, only to draw in a sharp breath and squirm towards the door. She presses her cheek and her body up against he window, pawing one hand at the glass while the other tries to fight back the twitching, tickling fingers at her side. “Aahahaha, W-wendy! Nneeee!”
Wendy drives the car, her eyes focused on the road, and her left hand resting on twelve. She’s gotten quite good at driving one-handed, which comes in handy in just such occassions. Despite keeping an eye on the road, she can’t hide her michevous smirk. “Oh, come on, Robin,” Wendy says. “You know I can’t let you go to see Jake with all those giggles up in you, now can I?”
Robin blows a raspberry trying to answer, but can only respond by squealing and pushing the hand away from her playfully. “You’re so mean, haha, you bitch! Aeeee!”
“You love it,” Wendy says, turning off the highway and heading into the forested road.
“Y... yeah, it’s fu-fuuun!” Robin says, curling her toes in her open-toed shoes, letting them grip at the sole of the footwear. “Aah, bu.. But you got me all this morning. I was... .mmmm I was late for work!?”
“So? You don’t owe that job anything,” Wendy says. “It’s not your career.”
Wendy’s hand pulls away from Robin a moment so she can flip off a bicyclist who took up the entire lane. This gives Robin a moment to take a deep breath and wipe the tears from her eyes. “Wendy... you can be a real mean bitch, but I love you, anyway.”
“Yeah?” Wendy says, her eye glancing off the road for a quick moment. For a moment, the punk rocker holds her breath, her heart beating just a bit faster.
“Yeah... you know, I never had an older sister growing up,” Robin says, holding her seat and kicking her legs a bit. “These past few months living together... you really got me to feel like I actually had one. Really, thanks for tyat.”
“Ha... yeah, sis... my little sister Robin, fucking my bandmate. That’s not weird at all.” “Haha, I guess it is a little weird.”
“You wanna know what’s really weird, though?” Wendy asks, another smirk on her face. “W... waht?” Robin asks, her eyes getting big with the wonder of discovery.
Wendy shoves her hfingers back against the light dress and supple flesh of the 18 year old, scratching and tickling at her. Robin squeals out of the rolled-down windows, kicking and thrashing back and forth while the hand explores over her body.
If only the ditz would realize that Wendy wanted to touch her much more-to hold her close, to make her make so many different, so many wonderful sounds. But for now, Wendy suposses, this will have to do.
Jake’s folks don’t give him a dime to support his life choices, but that doesn’t mean they hate their son. In fact, they let him use this lovely country house out in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by scenic plains and privacy-enhancing trees. It’s perfect for a small concert of Personal Fowl.
Robin sighs in relief when the two pull up into the long driveway, seeing the wonderful country cabin peek up over the hill. It means that her session of tickle torture is done.
Wendy hardly stops the car when Robin hops onto her knees, peeking out the side of the car. “Ohemgee! Look at that. It’s beautiful!”
“Heh, yeah, it’s nice,” Wendy says, stroking her chin and getting a nice eyeful of Robin’s ass sticking practically in her face.
“I can’t believe Jake’s parents own a place like this! They must be, like, so rich!”
“He doesn’t talk much about them to ya, huh? Guess he has other things on his mind when you two are together.” Wendy snickers at her remark, reaching her hand slowly towards the girl.
“Yeah... you could say that,” Robin says. She’s about to pull herself in when Wendy pinches her right on the right buttcheek.
Robin squeals, yelping and burning bright red in her cheeks. “Aah, Wendy!” “Sorry, sis. Couldn’t resist. Come on... let’s get inside.”