Tickle-ist1
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Yeah, I know, it's december and this happened 2 months ago, but I just haven't had the time to write and I figured I'd do it before I forget all the details, so here you go:
It was Halloween, and my buddy and I decided to hit the parties of our little town. We pulled up to the house, I dressed as a gangsta rapper and he dressed as a punk rock guy or something. When we entered we began our commingling with everyone there until someone caught my eye: my old friend Lindsey. My tall, blond-hair, blue-eyed friend had a costume that I could not look away from: a pink fairy outfit she would say, but to me it was just a skanky, pink short skirt and a tight pink top that revealed her finely toned midriff and a set of wings. I came up to her, said hello, and in a few minutes it was her and I chatting by ourselves. We hung out pretty much the whole night, partly because I knew no one else there but mostly because it had been some time before I saw her...but yada yada yada, on with the good stuff. It went like this:
"Hey," she said, looking up at the clock to find it was 2:30ish in the morning. "I left my car back at my friend's and it's just up the street. Would you mind taking me there?" She smiled her perfect smile as I thought of my reply.
"Sure," I said, initiating my scheme, "but only if I get to tickle you all the way there."
"Oh, not tickling again," she said. The last time we chatted I tickled her a lot, and I guess her perception of me being a tickler still lurked in her mind. "Fine, but only because she is right down the street."
"Alright then, let's go." And with that we made our way to my car. I was really anxious to finally tickle her again, especially having the chance to tickle her bare midriff. We got into the car, and right as I turned on the ignition my hand went straight for her stomach, but it just rested there, although it made her flinch.
"Okay," I said smiling. "Now I want you to put your arms above your head the ENTIRE time." I didn't think that this was going to work, but she actually did it. Without saying anything she followed my command, resulting in having a known-to-be-ticklish stomach right within my grasp.
So I tickled. I grabbed at her stomach cause her to scrunch up and immediately laugh out loud. And this went the entire way there. It was kick ass to hear her trying to give directions admist her laughter.
"Hahahaha (gasp) make a left here hee hee hee hahaha" she said, something like that. At last she put her arms down and knocked mine away, breathing heavily and saying "No more, I'm too ticklish."
"So you don't like being tickled?" I asked curiously, for I wanted to know. The light had turned red so I turned to her to hear her response.
"Well, its not that I don't not like you tickling me." It took me a bit to calculate the double negatives, but my mouth dropped when I figured it out: she liked me tickling her! (And hey, even if I didn't calculate it right, she thought was I figured it to be.)
The light was still red, so I gave her a sinister grin and with both hands began to tickle her. She threw her head back in laughter, stomping her feet and wiggling around, but to my sweet suprise she didn't hit my arms away until the light turned green.
"GREEN! Greheheheheen!" She laugh. I stopped after that, and when I passed the intersection it was one quick right to where her car was.
As we pulled up I asked, "Well that was fun wasn't it?"
"Yeah," she replied, "We'll do it again sometime."
"Sweet, but this time we are tickling your feet."
"Alright. Call me later." And with that she got out and got in her car.
It was a friggin sweet night, and who knows? I might take her up on another tickling. More friggin sweetness to come readers. Take care.
It was Halloween, and my buddy and I decided to hit the parties of our little town. We pulled up to the house, I dressed as a gangsta rapper and he dressed as a punk rock guy or something. When we entered we began our commingling with everyone there until someone caught my eye: my old friend Lindsey. My tall, blond-hair, blue-eyed friend had a costume that I could not look away from: a pink fairy outfit she would say, but to me it was just a skanky, pink short skirt and a tight pink top that revealed her finely toned midriff and a set of wings. I came up to her, said hello, and in a few minutes it was her and I chatting by ourselves. We hung out pretty much the whole night, partly because I knew no one else there but mostly because it had been some time before I saw her...but yada yada yada, on with the good stuff. It went like this:
"Hey," she said, looking up at the clock to find it was 2:30ish in the morning. "I left my car back at my friend's and it's just up the street. Would you mind taking me there?" She smiled her perfect smile as I thought of my reply.
"Sure," I said, initiating my scheme, "but only if I get to tickle you all the way there."
"Oh, not tickling again," she said. The last time we chatted I tickled her a lot, and I guess her perception of me being a tickler still lurked in her mind. "Fine, but only because she is right down the street."
"Alright then, let's go." And with that we made our way to my car. I was really anxious to finally tickle her again, especially having the chance to tickle her bare midriff. We got into the car, and right as I turned on the ignition my hand went straight for her stomach, but it just rested there, although it made her flinch.
"Okay," I said smiling. "Now I want you to put your arms above your head the ENTIRE time." I didn't think that this was going to work, but she actually did it. Without saying anything she followed my command, resulting in having a known-to-be-ticklish stomach right within my grasp.
So I tickled. I grabbed at her stomach cause her to scrunch up and immediately laugh out loud. And this went the entire way there. It was kick ass to hear her trying to give directions admist her laughter.
"Hahahaha (gasp) make a left here hee hee hee hahaha" she said, something like that. At last she put her arms down and knocked mine away, breathing heavily and saying "No more, I'm too ticklish."
"So you don't like being tickled?" I asked curiously, for I wanted to know. The light had turned red so I turned to her to hear her response.
"Well, its not that I don't not like you tickling me." It took me a bit to calculate the double negatives, but my mouth dropped when I figured it out: she liked me tickling her! (And hey, even if I didn't calculate it right, she thought was I figured it to be.)
The light was still red, so I gave her a sinister grin and with both hands began to tickle her. She threw her head back in laughter, stomping her feet and wiggling around, but to my sweet suprise she didn't hit my arms away until the light turned green.
"GREEN! Greheheheheen!" She laugh. I stopped after that, and when I passed the intersection it was one quick right to where her car was.
As we pulled up I asked, "Well that was fun wasn't it?"
"Yeah," she replied, "We'll do it again sometime."
"Sweet, but this time we are tickling your feet."
"Alright. Call me later." And with that she got out and got in her car.
It was a friggin sweet night, and who knows? I might take her up on another tickling. More friggin sweetness to come readers. Take care.
