SharinganTickle
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I've been trying to find a good time to post this story for a while now, but I don't know if I'm ever going to turn her into a character anymore (I got burnt out trying to plan my not-true stories). So, I figured that it's been almost 10 years since this happened, I may as well share in my reminiscing.
This story does require a little bit of personal background, because I'm in a wheelchair and (now that I'm older) move my legs better than my arms. Because of this, instead of tapping someone on the shoulder, I gently kick the back of their leg to get their attention (my voice is there but very quiet if you're not listening for it).
Anyway, back in college, I would help out with the (American) football practice. I had a friend on the team, it's my favorite sport, and having a set time to see friends every week is much easier for my medical situation. I'd go to the field after class, watch practice, bs with the coaches and some friends until it was time to help clean up (as the women's soccer team needed the field a half hour later).
One night after clean up, the soccer coach was about 15mins late, and the team was already warming up while I finished kicking balls back into the bag. Overhearing that they had a little extra free time, I decided to talk to the girl that I thought was the cutest on the team, a 5'6 or 5'7 brunette named Stephanie (name changed). I know a little bit about soccer from my dad, so I was able to bs through a conversation before transitioning to the old reflexology tactic.
Since Stephanie was already sitting on the ground to do her stretches, convincing her to lay on the ground and let me poke and prod a few times wasn't too hard. I used my (socked, I can't wear shoes) foot to poke her side and lower ribs. I wasn't sure if her smile was because she was trying to hold in a ticklish reaction, or just the absurdity of the situation. That question was answered by her sister, who also happened to be on the team and witnessed this entire thing. Getting a kick out of it, her sister told me to try Stephanie's stomach, BINGO!
After some sisterly banter back and forth, I could tell that the sister was probably getting a kick out of this because she was the younger one that got picked on the most. No proof, just speculation, but they definitely had a competitive streak that went well beyond soccer. Trying to prove that she could take it, Stephanie puts her hands behind her head and essentially asks me to tickle her. She never said the word, but it was something along the lines of "I'm not going to crack, just do whatever you gotta do but hurry up (before I break and start giggling)."
Now let me tell you, whether she was driven by a sibling rivalry or not, Stephanie made the bravest (or stupidest) decision I've ever seen in my life. She let me, and my 300+ pound chair, drive over her legs, essentially letting me trap and straddle her thighs. How I even got the balls to do this is beyond me, probably because her sister was all but telling me to break her, but I'll never forget the image of Stephanie's nervous smile and the look of "what did I get myself into?" as my foot hovers over her.
I start with her sides and get the same reaction of her resisting but clearly being ticklish, getting a few twitches here and there. Then I give her armpit a surprise poke, which got her to squeal and put her arms back down. She didn't necessarily fall into laughter, nor was she willing to give up in front of her sister, but it was clear that the armpits were not happening if she wanted to stand a chance.
After composing herself, and compromising with her sister by keeping her arms crossed on her chest as I focus on her stomach, I got back to work. Stephanie was able to hold it in while I searched her stomach, maybe having one or two slight giggles, but nothing steady. Then my big toe found her navel, and she erupted with another squeal and some steady laughs. "Ahhhhahahahahahaha d-damn it, m-mohohohohohove your foot" she begged in between laughter, now covering her blushing (probably embarrassed) face with her hands. "Oh why? Are you ticklish here?" I teased as I twisted my toe into her shirt-covered belly button, earning another satisfying squeal from my now new crush.
This went on for maybe a minute, before Stephanie was clearly ready to admit defeet (pun intended). Even though she was essentially begging for mercy, Stephanie refused to give us the satisfaction of actually saying that she'd had enough, so she grabbed my foot and started tickling me! "H-hey! N-no fair" I protested in between my own laughter. Her confidence returning, Stephanie pulled my sock off and kept tickling me, eventually forcing me to back off of her and free both of us. As Stephanie sat up, her sister got a tickle of her own in, going for the ribs and earning herself a backhand from the still recovering girl. After a little more banter, their coach finally arrived, so Stephanie threw my sock at me as one last playful jab before I headed home.
Since this happened early in the season, I was lucky enough to see Stephanie and her sister maybe 6-8 more times that season. Each time we at least had a short conversation about how our respective practices were going, just some sports related small talk. Our campus was actually under construction that year, so the few times that they had Thursday games, I would watch the end of their game before my class. Of course, if I caught her from behind while she was resting, I'd dig my toes into her ribs as my greeting. I tried to get her sister once, since Stephanie pointed out that her back was turned too, but that only resulted in a quick squeal before she grabbed my foot and tickled me back. Stephanie picked up on this and started getting me back the last few times. Before that, she'd just squirm away until she was turned around enough to fend me off and have a conversation.
Unfortunately, I never saw either of them again after the season (it was a junior college so they probably transferred). However, in terms of short-term friendships, that 3 month period with Stephanie is one of the best interactions I've had. A part of me wishes that I'd asked for her number that first day, but I thought it'd ruin the reflexology thing, and we never had another interaction longer than 5 minutes. Still, they gave me some great memories and I'll remember that night with Stephanie and her sister forever, even if it's nothing more than "what the hell was she thinking when she let me straddle her?"
This story does require a little bit of personal background, because I'm in a wheelchair and (now that I'm older) move my legs better than my arms. Because of this, instead of tapping someone on the shoulder, I gently kick the back of their leg to get their attention (my voice is there but very quiet if you're not listening for it).
Anyway, back in college, I would help out with the (American) football practice. I had a friend on the team, it's my favorite sport, and having a set time to see friends every week is much easier for my medical situation. I'd go to the field after class, watch practice, bs with the coaches and some friends until it was time to help clean up (as the women's soccer team needed the field a half hour later).
One night after clean up, the soccer coach was about 15mins late, and the team was already warming up while I finished kicking balls back into the bag. Overhearing that they had a little extra free time, I decided to talk to the girl that I thought was the cutest on the team, a 5'6 or 5'7 brunette named Stephanie (name changed). I know a little bit about soccer from my dad, so I was able to bs through a conversation before transitioning to the old reflexology tactic.
Since Stephanie was already sitting on the ground to do her stretches, convincing her to lay on the ground and let me poke and prod a few times wasn't too hard. I used my (socked, I can't wear shoes) foot to poke her side and lower ribs. I wasn't sure if her smile was because she was trying to hold in a ticklish reaction, or just the absurdity of the situation. That question was answered by her sister, who also happened to be on the team and witnessed this entire thing. Getting a kick out of it, her sister told me to try Stephanie's stomach, BINGO!
After some sisterly banter back and forth, I could tell that the sister was probably getting a kick out of this because she was the younger one that got picked on the most. No proof, just speculation, but they definitely had a competitive streak that went well beyond soccer. Trying to prove that she could take it, Stephanie puts her hands behind her head and essentially asks me to tickle her. She never said the word, but it was something along the lines of "I'm not going to crack, just do whatever you gotta do but hurry up (before I break and start giggling)."
Now let me tell you, whether she was driven by a sibling rivalry or not, Stephanie made the bravest (or stupidest) decision I've ever seen in my life. She let me, and my 300+ pound chair, drive over her legs, essentially letting me trap and straddle her thighs. How I even got the balls to do this is beyond me, probably because her sister was all but telling me to break her, but I'll never forget the image of Stephanie's nervous smile and the look of "what did I get myself into?" as my foot hovers over her.
I start with her sides and get the same reaction of her resisting but clearly being ticklish, getting a few twitches here and there. Then I give her armpit a surprise poke, which got her to squeal and put her arms back down. She didn't necessarily fall into laughter, nor was she willing to give up in front of her sister, but it was clear that the armpits were not happening if she wanted to stand a chance.
After composing herself, and compromising with her sister by keeping her arms crossed on her chest as I focus on her stomach, I got back to work. Stephanie was able to hold it in while I searched her stomach, maybe having one or two slight giggles, but nothing steady. Then my big toe found her navel, and she erupted with another squeal and some steady laughs. "Ahhhhahahahahahaha d-damn it, m-mohohohohohove your foot" she begged in between laughter, now covering her blushing (probably embarrassed) face with her hands. "Oh why? Are you ticklish here?" I teased as I twisted my toe into her shirt-covered belly button, earning another satisfying squeal from my now new crush.
This went on for maybe a minute, before Stephanie was clearly ready to admit defeet (pun intended). Even though she was essentially begging for mercy, Stephanie refused to give us the satisfaction of actually saying that she'd had enough, so she grabbed my foot and started tickling me! "H-hey! N-no fair" I protested in between my own laughter. Her confidence returning, Stephanie pulled my sock off and kept tickling me, eventually forcing me to back off of her and free both of us. As Stephanie sat up, her sister got a tickle of her own in, going for the ribs and earning herself a backhand from the still recovering girl. After a little more banter, their coach finally arrived, so Stephanie threw my sock at me as one last playful jab before I headed home.
Since this happened early in the season, I was lucky enough to see Stephanie and her sister maybe 6-8 more times that season. Each time we at least had a short conversation about how our respective practices were going, just some sports related small talk. Our campus was actually under construction that year, so the few times that they had Thursday games, I would watch the end of their game before my class. Of course, if I caught her from behind while she was resting, I'd dig my toes into her ribs as my greeting. I tried to get her sister once, since Stephanie pointed out that her back was turned too, but that only resulted in a quick squeal before she grabbed my foot and tickled me back. Stephanie picked up on this and started getting me back the last few times. Before that, she'd just squirm away until she was turned around enough to fend me off and have a conversation.
Unfortunately, I never saw either of them again after the season (it was a junior college so they probably transferred). However, in terms of short-term friendships, that 3 month period with Stephanie is one of the best interactions I've had. A part of me wishes that I'd asked for her number that first day, but I thought it'd ruin the reflexology thing, and we never had another interaction longer than 5 minutes. Still, they gave me some great memories and I'll remember that night with Stephanie and her sister forever, even if it's nothing more than "what the hell was she thinking when she let me straddle her?"
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
