Tickle her feet

Finally, John couldn't stand it any longer. Mischievously he reached his hands out under the cover of her bed sheet and danced his fingers along the underside of Tanya's **** soles.

An utterance somewhere in the intersection of an eek, a gasp, and a giggle loudly interrupted Vanessa's monologue, and Tanya's feet snapped forward sensitively. Wow was she ticklish!

"Tanya? What's the matter?" he heard Coach ask her.

John froze. That may have been fun but it also might have been a serious miscalculation.

"It's just that... uh... well, that's exactly what I've been thinking and it's so nice to hear you say it!" Tanya exclaimed.

Nice recovery! She was obviously quick on her feet (no pun intended). This could be an interesting game. Her feet were now stretched wide and forward from him, tenting her bed sheet around her.