I want to talk about a great tickle I had a while ago at uni. A friend of mine from my course "Gemma" was feeling really depressed and I promised I would come round to cheer her up. She is a cutie a year younger than me and lived in halls. When I went round there she was crying her eyes out 🙁 I gave her a hug and tried to sort her out, she wanted me to sleep over so I told her to have a nice bath and put her pajamas on whilst I went out to get us a takeaway and a movie.
I got back and she looked nice in a Tshirt, small cotton socks and some cute blue pajama bottoms. I got back and she was leaning over the bed trying to get something which had fallen far underneath, I playfully smacked her ass and she squealed and turned round and teaisngly poked me. We started to play fight; I pulled her over my lap and started tickling her sides. She squealed and slid off me. She giggled and told me she was very ticklish.
We put the film on and got into bed together (we maintained what I would term a cuddlebunny relationship, a platonic one). After it finished we talked things over for a little bit. She said she felt better but still "couldnt smile". Remembering earlier, I said casually "I bet I can make you smile" and rested my hand gently on her tummy. Her eyes immediately became wide, she said "Go on then", and stretched out on the bed.
I started gently at first, rubbing one solitary finger softly over her T shirt. She smiled at me, then took my hand, lifted her T shirt slightly and placed my hand back down on her bare skin. I began to stroke her gently, occasionally giving her little pokes to the bellybutton. She began to giggle gently and I withdrew.
"Looks like I got you to smile" I teased. She bit her lip and looked at me swetly. "Would you mind doing it again?" She asked quietly. "I really like it."
Happy to oblige! I put my hand back on her stomach and tickled harder this time, making her squeal and squirm gently. I was unsure if she liked so I stopped but she nodded at me to carry on, making her laugh with delight.
I let up after a couple of minutes and she rolled over and gave me a squeeze. I spotted a chance for some fun. "I bet you're ticklish all over" I teased her casually. To her delight she grabbed my hands and placed one on each of her sides. "I'm ticklish here" she giggled, then stretched out as she waiting for the inevitable. I grinned at her then attacked her sides, wriggling my fingers all over as she squirmed and writhed. I was loving it, and obviously so was she; between giggles she teasingly challenged me to find her other ticklish spots and I obliged, moving up under her arms and back onto her tummy.
We stopped after maybe 15 or 20 minutes and she collapsed into my lap, an enormous smile on her face. "I feel loads better now!" she admitted and gave me a big hug. I joked that I was pleased to be of service, but I couldnt help glancing down at her tiny socked feet. I teased that I had tired out and had better put her to bed, so she let me dump her playfully onto the bed and proceed to methodically roll her up in the duvet, giving her little tummy pokes occasionally which made her squeak.
When she was rolled up to my satisfaction (with feet sticking out the end of course) I casually mentioned to her that I was sure she had another ticklish spot which I had missed. She took one look at her predicament and immediately blushed. I leant over and gave one sole a quick stroke with one finger. She giggled and said in the sweetest voice "my feet are my most ticklish spot... be gentle with meeeeeeehehehehehehe". I teasingly said something about how she obvviously still needed cheering up, leant over and attacked her soles with two hands! She immediately began laughing out loud and kicking away, but I was lying on her legs and held her feet whilst I tortured them for about a minute.
After a while the duvet became unwrapped and she rolled out, still giggling and weak. I put my arms round her, and she sighed and thanked me for making me feel so much better.
I guess we fell asleep then, the next morning she smiled at me as I was leaving and said she would have to call me the next time she needed cheering up!
I got back and she looked nice in a Tshirt, small cotton socks and some cute blue pajama bottoms. I got back and she was leaning over the bed trying to get something which had fallen far underneath, I playfully smacked her ass and she squealed and turned round and teaisngly poked me. We started to play fight; I pulled her over my lap and started tickling her sides. She squealed and slid off me. She giggled and told me she was very ticklish.
We put the film on and got into bed together (we maintained what I would term a cuddlebunny relationship, a platonic one). After it finished we talked things over for a little bit. She said she felt better but still "couldnt smile". Remembering earlier, I said casually "I bet I can make you smile" and rested my hand gently on her tummy. Her eyes immediately became wide, she said "Go on then", and stretched out on the bed.
I started gently at first, rubbing one solitary finger softly over her T shirt. She smiled at me, then took my hand, lifted her T shirt slightly and placed my hand back down on her bare skin. I began to stroke her gently, occasionally giving her little pokes to the bellybutton. She began to giggle gently and I withdrew.
"Looks like I got you to smile" I teased. She bit her lip and looked at me swetly. "Would you mind doing it again?" She asked quietly. "I really like it."
Happy to oblige! I put my hand back on her stomach and tickled harder this time, making her squeal and squirm gently. I was unsure if she liked so I stopped but she nodded at me to carry on, making her laugh with delight.
I let up after a couple of minutes and she rolled over and gave me a squeeze. I spotted a chance for some fun. "I bet you're ticklish all over" I teased her casually. To her delight she grabbed my hands and placed one on each of her sides. "I'm ticklish here" she giggled, then stretched out as she waiting for the inevitable. I grinned at her then attacked her sides, wriggling my fingers all over as she squirmed and writhed. I was loving it, and obviously so was she; between giggles she teasingly challenged me to find her other ticklish spots and I obliged, moving up under her arms and back onto her tummy.
We stopped after maybe 15 or 20 minutes and she collapsed into my lap, an enormous smile on her face. "I feel loads better now!" she admitted and gave me a big hug. I joked that I was pleased to be of service, but I couldnt help glancing down at her tiny socked feet. I teased that I had tired out and had better put her to bed, so she let me dump her playfully onto the bed and proceed to methodically roll her up in the duvet, giving her little tummy pokes occasionally which made her squeak.
When she was rolled up to my satisfaction (with feet sticking out the end of course) I casually mentioned to her that I was sure she had another ticklish spot which I had missed. She took one look at her predicament and immediately blushed. I leant over and gave one sole a quick stroke with one finger. She giggled and said in the sweetest voice "my feet are my most ticklish spot... be gentle with meeeeeeehehehehehehe". I teasingly said something about how she obvviously still needed cheering up, leant over and attacked her soles with two hands! She immediately began laughing out loud and kicking away, but I was lying on her legs and held her feet whilst I tortured them for about a minute.
After a while the duvet became unwrapped and she rolled out, still giggling and weak. I put my arms round her, and she sighed and thanked me for making me feel so much better.
I guess we fell asleep then, the next morning she smiled at me as I was leaving and said she would have to call me the next time she needed cheering up!
