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Date Zero (true, f/m, m/f)
This is a true story... maybe not word for word. 90% accurate. It involves f/m and light m/f tickling. This is my first story and I did my best. Sorry its so long. Be gentle but honest with the feed back. Her goes!
The following takes place on April 15-16, 2005
I was getting ready for an all-nighter. Back when I was 22 I could still pull a LAN all-nighter. I had the time and the energy. For those of you who don’t know a LAN all-nighter party is a get together of computer nerds and geeks. We stay up all night playing video games and doing stuff online and the like. (LAN stands for Local Access Network) Since then the place this happen shut down.
I got dressed and while in the bathroom my Mom asked, “So, who's gonna be there?”
I responded, “Bill, Jim… uh, some other people I know and you don’t. Lee Ann from work. She has been really psyched about this all-nighter. You remember her from work. I think she has a crush on me.” My mother, whom I now know wants grandchildren more than she should, told me I should jump on the opportunity to date, or something of that nature. “Not that kind of crush!” I clarified. “She thinks I’m cool. Y’know how a kid thinks his friend’s older brother is cool. She couldn’t be interested in me like that.” How both right and incorrect I was.
That night I arrived around 8 and Lee Ann was excited to see me. “Hey!” She shouted with 18-year-old girlish glee (and she was at the time). “I saved you a seat.” I sat down and accompanied her until my good friend Bill arrived and then bounced around the rest of the night from computer to video game and the like. We interacted several times. We played DDR together because she was trying to get me, and every one else, into the game.
I suppose I should describe myself and her since we’re about to get to the interesting part. I am 5’11. I was slim but not skinny. I would be baby faced if not for my power chin. I had short dark brown hair and a thin mustache. Not very attractive but I made up with personality. Lee Ann was her middle name but no one called her by her real name, Hester. She had short long straight hair that ended right before her shoulders which. She kept the locks behind her ears to stop from getting in her face. She is 5’6 and broad; she wasn’t fat, just “big-boned”, the way I like it. She also had 36 DD breasts at the time. She wore modest clothing, while I wore jeans, t-shirt and a trench coat.
Around 2 am, she and her friends Monica and Rob invited me to play a gamecube mini-game called Wario-ware or something. I was tired of playing RTS games and Halo on the PC, so I lay on the floor while she and her friends sat on the couch. The game required quick thinking and fast reaction. Once we had been playing for about five minutes, when my turn came along she leaned over and tickled my sides. She did it lightly and with one hand. I am very ticklish, but between the randomness of it and the fact I was concentrating on something made the surprise intensify the sensation all that much more. “DeeYahhaa! Whoa.” I writhed for half a second and dropped the controller. “Jeeeez!” I picked it up and I had already screwed up and she began laughing. I shot her a look that said, “Heeey!” But she was giggling and guffawing. At first I thought it was because she messed me up but when the others joined in it was my reaction that she found so funny. I blushed and soaked up the moment. Wow a girl tickled me of her own volition I thought. I savored the flavor thinking it wouldn’t happen again. But I was wrong. My next turn she tickled me again but more intensely and even after I screwed up she kept going with both hands. “Hey! Whoa, knock eeee ah off youhohoho. NO! Back off! I’ve got a shrink gun!” I quoted as I held my pointer finger out like a gun. I kept shooting glances over my shoulder to make sure she was done.
Then when Rob was playing, Monica whispered something in Lee Ann’s ear that made her eyes light up. “Hey, hey, what is that!?” I demanded. Lee Ann answered with a devilish grin and crawled off the couch. Although I found this very arousing, I didn’t want anyone finding that out. So I made a half assed retreat, as some one on the floor would, but in a fake and panicky way. “Hey now, you behaaave!” She put her soft hands with well trimmed fingernails (required for our job) under my shirt and began the assault. There we were on the floor rolling around. I refused to fight back. For some reason the embarrassment was a turn on as well and all I could think was Please don’t see my boner, please don’t see my boner!
She tickled my belly, sides and ribs playfully for what felt like forever. But in reality it couldn’t have been more than 35 seconds. I got away and she sat there with and adorable smile on her face as I said, “None of that, now! None of that!” She agreed, but she tormented more and more whenever I got close. Assaulting my neck and legs while up on the couch. Giggling all the while she did it. Eventually she stopped and I was poised with the question Tickle back?
Later, after a few hours of inner turmoil, I approached her while she was alone sitting at a computer. Alright, make it look innocent. I came up stealthily behind her and lightly scratched both of her sides with the tips of my fingers. She let out a quick squeak and jumped an inch in her chair. “Eeeep!” She turned and saw me with a stern look on my face, and I said, “Now we’re even.” She smiled and blushed and sank in her chair a bit. I began to walk off and she returned to the screen. I doubled back and pinched side right above the thigh. “Eeeep,” she cried again. “Okay, maybe now!” and I bolted away.
Later that night after a hour long talk about what was going on in everyone’s life was going, Lee Ann’s friend Monica (who was trying to keep us together until Lee Ann asked me out, that was the whole reason those two came as it turned out) suggested I take her to my place. She said they had plans to hang out but didn’t feel like it any more. I was lying on my back on the floor and said sure why not. When Lee Ann got up from her chair, she looked for something on the floor and two tufts of hair came out from behind each of her ears. I tilted my head and smiled. I just developed a crush on her.
I said, “You know; when your hair is like that, you look really cute.” She looked at me semi-shocked.
“What?” she asked like a scared little bunny. I explained again and she responded, “oh well, I usually get dorky looking.”
“Is dorky bad?” I asked. And she flitted away to Monica at the sound of the question. Damn it, I frightened her off. How wrong I was, once again.
When the sun came up, we retreated to my house. My room was a mess. (She later told me she was disgusted by it. We cleaned it together, and I’ve kept it tidy ever since.) “If I knew you were coming, I would have cleaned up.” I reflected on what I just said. “Actually, that’s a lie. I wouldn’t want to lie about who and what I really am.”
We sat on my bed. We were both beat from the all-nighter. I had gotten this far, (a female in my bedroom, one I liked and thought liked me) so I figured I’d put all my chips in. “Listen, the reason I was a little apprehensive about bringing you here is because… I, uh, well… I kind of developed a crush on you last night.” To this Lee Ann stared at me with total disbelief.
“Really.” She responded. I know hear it in my mind not as a question but a statement. “Well, that’s funny, cuz I was gonna say the same thing to you.” I didn’t understand what she meant due to fatigue and my cynical ideal that no woman would be interested in me.
“Wait,” I started. “You were going to tell me, that I have a crush on you?”
“No,” she stumbled over my message and tried to recover. “I have a crush on you. I have for some time now. That’s why Monica wanted me to… go with you. She was trying to get me to admit my crush to you.” At that point my total disbelief was melted away and replaced with confusion. I began stuttering and making unusual noises. Finally, I was able to articulate something.
“So what does this...?”
“What are you doing?” A voice that could only be a middle aged woman with a bad temperament and her hands hip asked. I looked over to my (door less) doorway. And there stood my Mother, hands on her hips and everything.
I jumped up from the bed at the sight of her. “Nothing happened!” I nearly screeched, as if I was fourteen and she was thirteen. Here I am 22 years old and behaving like a kid.
“You are going to scare this pretty young girl away, bringing her into a room like this!” I was relieved. Pleasantries were exchanged and my Mother set Lee Ann with a place to sleep. Around noon she came down to visit me. I awoke to her sitting in the chair next to my bed. We talked about things while eating some cherries my Mother had provided. I asked why she had a crush on me. She bashfully explained. She asked me the same. I explained the tufts of hair, how we had so much in common, and then I pushed my luck:
“And, uh, heh, when you tickled me, it got my attention.” I began to blush immediately. She grinned and raised an eyebrow. “You see, for me…” I swallowed, my heart raced. This is it, make or break. “…tickling is… kind of a turn on.” I explained the whole tickling fetish: I like f/f tickling, f/m, m/f, love to be tickled, but, above all, tickling willing girls. I however find M/m tickling to be well, gay for a lack of a better term. I told her how I can take tickling really well but still like light bondage. (Later we talked about handcuffs, but that is another story) Her face lit up the more I explained. When I finished I saw the smile I would come to love more than any possession. And I knew this would be a great relationship. But, what she said next, there is no describing how I felt.
“Kay, so where are you ticklish.” I moved my socked feet onto the chair arm. We looked at each other as if to say, only one way to find out.
Her smile turned to a grin. She began tickling slowly. Her nails seemed to glide around my socked feet with ease. Electricity shot up my legs and my body stiffened. “Humph.” I stifled the laughter. This seemed to encourage her. She adopted a face as if she were studying my feet and reactions, and was enjoying her work. She went down the arches with pointer and middle finger, spidering as she went. An attractive, young girl, who I hooked up with at a LAN party, is tickling my feet…AND LIKING IT! I winced and bit my lip. She picked up the pace. I began to squirm. My breathing became sporadic. She was impressed that I didn’t move but was determined to get me to laugh. She began using a hand on each foot, digging at the ball. “Pfftttt!”
“Ah, I found a sweet spot!” Good God! She is studying me! I can’t assume this won’t get better! She began to dig deeper but gently. “Hyah…blahh.” I was beginning to crack. But, I wanted her to break me. She explored every part of my foot and still I kept my feet still. She moved up. I moved my head from side to side. She was having so much fun I could feel it. Her face was more beautiful then than any woman’s I’ve ever seen. She was now looking at my feet. Then she found it. She tickled the top of the ball right where the toes the feet. The “stem,” if you will. That did it! “Ah, hahahahahahahahahaahhaaa, huhhuhuuh, ha-ha.” I thrashed back and forth, bucked once or twice and grasped the sheets on my bed twice. Her eyes grew wide. “Oh, ho!” she exclaimed. “You like that? Tickle tickle tickle!” She had begun the tickle talk. I was in heaven.
“Yehehehehessssss sss sss” I began sputtering and hissing. “Heeeheeheehee yahaa gahaha pffft… ssss ssss puhuhuhuh!” Then she stopped, mercifully. She looked pleased with her work. Then, she began to remove my socks.
“You’re fun,” she said as she winked. I huffed and puffed, gasping for all the air I could.
“You, too…” I exhaled deeply. My socks were off. She paused and smiled. She looked at me with feminine mystique. We stared into each others eyes and absorbed the moment; a sadistic, yet gentle and loving tickler, a willing, yet vulnerable and unsuspecting ticklee realizing that this would be the foundation of their relationship. She raised a finger to my foot.
“Ready?” I nodded. “Good. Coochy-coo.” She scratched one finger down my sole. There was no resistance I began laughing uncontrollably. “Oh, wow! With out socks it’s much better!” She went to town. I grabbed my sides and rocked to and fro. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes tight. She found the outside of my heel. This was a ticklish spot I hadn’t discovered. My eyes blasted open. I sat up and mad this sound.
“AAAAAHHAAAAAHAAAAHAAAHAHAAAAA!”
“Whoa, I gotta remember this! You like that, hmm.” My mind was far away. She got away from the spot and tickled the stem of the toe next to my big toe. That’s when I let out the noise. “Snort!” She began to laugh. “Did you just snort?” She half asked half laughed.
“I may hahahahahaaaave! Huhuhuhuuh huh! Ah aha ah ah ah a ahhhaaaaahaa!”
“Do it again!” She tickled more intensely to squeeze another out of me, as she would again, so many times. I began to go berserk. My feet wiggled and squirmed, but my ankles remained firm. My will was great. My knees bent and legs quaked. “C’mon! Snort for me!” She giggled as she ran her fingernails up my pant leg. I shook my head and fell back. “Oh, you’ll do it. I’ll make you!” She tickled calf and foot. I laughed and guffawed and squirmed and blew raspberries at her. She wouldn’t let up. She switched which hand tickled my foot and which tickled my leg. She bit her lower lip in concentration. Then I said something I never thought I’d say while a girl was tickling me.
“STOOOOOOP!!!”
“Staaaap?” She cooed. That coo would be repeated over and over in the coming months, but I had no idea about that. All I could understand was the sensation. I beat my head against my pillow. I saw raise her brows with a sinister grin that said, I will break you! I began to pull the foot she was tickling away and she grabbed it with the other hand and an “Oh no you don’t!” She tickled both feet with nails only now. That did it. I lost control and let out three snorts. She stopped. I recovered. She watched as I regained my breath. She pursed her lips and slowly, but surely, offered her feet to me. I looked at her then her feet, then at her. She looked tense. I took her feet and began to massage. She melted in my hands. I took off her socks. “Mmmmmmm.” She threw her head back and closed her eyes. I smiled and watched her enjoy what I was giving her. This went on for three minutes or so. Then, I gave in. I tickled her toes lightly. She squealed. I loved the noise. I jumped to the other foot. She squirmed violently. I tickled her soles and she kicked a bit. She couldn’t hold still. I began massaging again. I explained I also like feet. Not quite a fetish. I find all parts of the body beautiful. I told her I have always wanted to try foot worship. We decided that we should know each other better before we dove into that. (We do get to know each other better, another story) I tickled her quickly again and put her feet back after she giggled. Then I sat up on the futon. She sat next to me. The TV had been on the entire time and we began to watch it. I looked over at her and gave into temptation once more.
I put my arm around her and lightly kissed her cheek. She told me later that was her second favorite part of what we would later come to call “Date Zero”. Eventually, I lay down. She cuddled next to me. I kept looking down at her. Finally, she looked up at me. Our eyes met. I half closed my eyes and leaned in. Oh, Goddess! He wants a kiss! She later told me that is what she thought. I did. She wanted it more though. She connected our lips and created bliss for us that I thank God I was able to experience. I closed my eyes and soaked in the kiss of true love.
We pulled away slowly and I said, sappily, “You taste like cherries.” I smiled and she giggled and began blushing bright red. I tickled her tummy under her shirt stealthily.
“Ah hahahaha, hee hee!” She squirmed and I chuckled. This is it. I really have a girlfriend. She likes tickling and is beautiful. Best of all: SHE STARTED IT!
Sometimes you don’t need to go to your crush; Sometimes it comes to you.
I am Diamond Heart!
This is a true story... maybe not word for word. 90% accurate. It involves f/m and light m/f tickling. This is my first story and I did my best. Sorry its so long. Be gentle but honest with the feed back. Her goes!
The following takes place on April 15-16, 2005
I was getting ready for an all-nighter. Back when I was 22 I could still pull a LAN all-nighter. I had the time and the energy. For those of you who don’t know a LAN all-nighter party is a get together of computer nerds and geeks. We stay up all night playing video games and doing stuff online and the like. (LAN stands for Local Access Network) Since then the place this happen shut down.
I got dressed and while in the bathroom my Mom asked, “So, who's gonna be there?”
I responded, “Bill, Jim… uh, some other people I know and you don’t. Lee Ann from work. She has been really psyched about this all-nighter. You remember her from work. I think she has a crush on me.” My mother, whom I now know wants grandchildren more than she should, told me I should jump on the opportunity to date, or something of that nature. “Not that kind of crush!” I clarified. “She thinks I’m cool. Y’know how a kid thinks his friend’s older brother is cool. She couldn’t be interested in me like that.” How both right and incorrect I was.
That night I arrived around 8 and Lee Ann was excited to see me. “Hey!” She shouted with 18-year-old girlish glee (and she was at the time). “I saved you a seat.” I sat down and accompanied her until my good friend Bill arrived and then bounced around the rest of the night from computer to video game and the like. We interacted several times. We played DDR together because she was trying to get me, and every one else, into the game.
I suppose I should describe myself and her since we’re about to get to the interesting part. I am 5’11. I was slim but not skinny. I would be baby faced if not for my power chin. I had short dark brown hair and a thin mustache. Not very attractive but I made up with personality. Lee Ann was her middle name but no one called her by her real name, Hester. She had short long straight hair that ended right before her shoulders which. She kept the locks behind her ears to stop from getting in her face. She is 5’6 and broad; she wasn’t fat, just “big-boned”, the way I like it. She also had 36 DD breasts at the time. She wore modest clothing, while I wore jeans, t-shirt and a trench coat.
Around 2 am, she and her friends Monica and Rob invited me to play a gamecube mini-game called Wario-ware or something. I was tired of playing RTS games and Halo on the PC, so I lay on the floor while she and her friends sat on the couch. The game required quick thinking and fast reaction. Once we had been playing for about five minutes, when my turn came along she leaned over and tickled my sides. She did it lightly and with one hand. I am very ticklish, but between the randomness of it and the fact I was concentrating on something made the surprise intensify the sensation all that much more. “DeeYahhaa! Whoa.” I writhed for half a second and dropped the controller. “Jeeeez!” I picked it up and I had already screwed up and she began laughing. I shot her a look that said, “Heeey!” But she was giggling and guffawing. At first I thought it was because she messed me up but when the others joined in it was my reaction that she found so funny. I blushed and soaked up the moment. Wow a girl tickled me of her own volition I thought. I savored the flavor thinking it wouldn’t happen again. But I was wrong. My next turn she tickled me again but more intensely and even after I screwed up she kept going with both hands. “Hey! Whoa, knock eeee ah off youhohoho. NO! Back off! I’ve got a shrink gun!” I quoted as I held my pointer finger out like a gun. I kept shooting glances over my shoulder to make sure she was done.
Then when Rob was playing, Monica whispered something in Lee Ann’s ear that made her eyes light up. “Hey, hey, what is that!?” I demanded. Lee Ann answered with a devilish grin and crawled off the couch. Although I found this very arousing, I didn’t want anyone finding that out. So I made a half assed retreat, as some one on the floor would, but in a fake and panicky way. “Hey now, you behaaave!” She put her soft hands with well trimmed fingernails (required for our job) under my shirt and began the assault. There we were on the floor rolling around. I refused to fight back. For some reason the embarrassment was a turn on as well and all I could think was Please don’t see my boner, please don’t see my boner!
She tickled my belly, sides and ribs playfully for what felt like forever. But in reality it couldn’t have been more than 35 seconds. I got away and she sat there with and adorable smile on her face as I said, “None of that, now! None of that!” She agreed, but she tormented more and more whenever I got close. Assaulting my neck and legs while up on the couch. Giggling all the while she did it. Eventually she stopped and I was poised with the question Tickle back?
Later, after a few hours of inner turmoil, I approached her while she was alone sitting at a computer. Alright, make it look innocent. I came up stealthily behind her and lightly scratched both of her sides with the tips of my fingers. She let out a quick squeak and jumped an inch in her chair. “Eeeep!” She turned and saw me with a stern look on my face, and I said, “Now we’re even.” She smiled and blushed and sank in her chair a bit. I began to walk off and she returned to the screen. I doubled back and pinched side right above the thigh. “Eeeep,” she cried again. “Okay, maybe now!” and I bolted away.
Later that night after a hour long talk about what was going on in everyone’s life was going, Lee Ann’s friend Monica (who was trying to keep us together until Lee Ann asked me out, that was the whole reason those two came as it turned out) suggested I take her to my place. She said they had plans to hang out but didn’t feel like it any more. I was lying on my back on the floor and said sure why not. When Lee Ann got up from her chair, she looked for something on the floor and two tufts of hair came out from behind each of her ears. I tilted my head and smiled. I just developed a crush on her.
I said, “You know; when your hair is like that, you look really cute.” She looked at me semi-shocked.
“What?” she asked like a scared little bunny. I explained again and she responded, “oh well, I usually get dorky looking.”
“Is dorky bad?” I asked. And she flitted away to Monica at the sound of the question. Damn it, I frightened her off. How wrong I was, once again.
When the sun came up, we retreated to my house. My room was a mess. (She later told me she was disgusted by it. We cleaned it together, and I’ve kept it tidy ever since.) “If I knew you were coming, I would have cleaned up.” I reflected on what I just said. “Actually, that’s a lie. I wouldn’t want to lie about who and what I really am.”
We sat on my bed. We were both beat from the all-nighter. I had gotten this far, (a female in my bedroom, one I liked and thought liked me) so I figured I’d put all my chips in. “Listen, the reason I was a little apprehensive about bringing you here is because… I, uh, well… I kind of developed a crush on you last night.” To this Lee Ann stared at me with total disbelief.
“Really.” She responded. I know hear it in my mind not as a question but a statement. “Well, that’s funny, cuz I was gonna say the same thing to you.” I didn’t understand what she meant due to fatigue and my cynical ideal that no woman would be interested in me.
“Wait,” I started. “You were going to tell me, that I have a crush on you?”
“No,” she stumbled over my message and tried to recover. “I have a crush on you. I have for some time now. That’s why Monica wanted me to… go with you. She was trying to get me to admit my crush to you.” At that point my total disbelief was melted away and replaced with confusion. I began stuttering and making unusual noises. Finally, I was able to articulate something.
“So what does this...?”
“What are you doing?” A voice that could only be a middle aged woman with a bad temperament and her hands hip asked. I looked over to my (door less) doorway. And there stood my Mother, hands on her hips and everything.
I jumped up from the bed at the sight of her. “Nothing happened!” I nearly screeched, as if I was fourteen and she was thirteen. Here I am 22 years old and behaving like a kid.
“You are going to scare this pretty young girl away, bringing her into a room like this!” I was relieved. Pleasantries were exchanged and my Mother set Lee Ann with a place to sleep. Around noon she came down to visit me. I awoke to her sitting in the chair next to my bed. We talked about things while eating some cherries my Mother had provided. I asked why she had a crush on me. She bashfully explained. She asked me the same. I explained the tufts of hair, how we had so much in common, and then I pushed my luck:
“And, uh, heh, when you tickled me, it got my attention.” I began to blush immediately. She grinned and raised an eyebrow. “You see, for me…” I swallowed, my heart raced. This is it, make or break. “…tickling is… kind of a turn on.” I explained the whole tickling fetish: I like f/f tickling, f/m, m/f, love to be tickled, but, above all, tickling willing girls. I however find M/m tickling to be well, gay for a lack of a better term. I told her how I can take tickling really well but still like light bondage. (Later we talked about handcuffs, but that is another story) Her face lit up the more I explained. When I finished I saw the smile I would come to love more than any possession. And I knew this would be a great relationship. But, what she said next, there is no describing how I felt.
“Kay, so where are you ticklish.” I moved my socked feet onto the chair arm. We looked at each other as if to say, only one way to find out.
Her smile turned to a grin. She began tickling slowly. Her nails seemed to glide around my socked feet with ease. Electricity shot up my legs and my body stiffened. “Humph.” I stifled the laughter. This seemed to encourage her. She adopted a face as if she were studying my feet and reactions, and was enjoying her work. She went down the arches with pointer and middle finger, spidering as she went. An attractive, young girl, who I hooked up with at a LAN party, is tickling my feet…AND LIKING IT! I winced and bit my lip. She picked up the pace. I began to squirm. My breathing became sporadic. She was impressed that I didn’t move but was determined to get me to laugh. She began using a hand on each foot, digging at the ball. “Pfftttt!”
“Ah, I found a sweet spot!” Good God! She is studying me! I can’t assume this won’t get better! She began to dig deeper but gently. “Hyah…blahh.” I was beginning to crack. But, I wanted her to break me. She explored every part of my foot and still I kept my feet still. She moved up. I moved my head from side to side. She was having so much fun I could feel it. Her face was more beautiful then than any woman’s I’ve ever seen. She was now looking at my feet. Then she found it. She tickled the top of the ball right where the toes the feet. The “stem,” if you will. That did it! “Ah, hahahahahahahahahaahhaaa, huhhuhuuh, ha-ha.” I thrashed back and forth, bucked once or twice and grasped the sheets on my bed twice. Her eyes grew wide. “Oh, ho!” she exclaimed. “You like that? Tickle tickle tickle!” She had begun the tickle talk. I was in heaven.
“Yehehehehessssss sss sss” I began sputtering and hissing. “Heeeheeheehee yahaa gahaha pffft… ssss ssss puhuhuhuh!” Then she stopped, mercifully. She looked pleased with her work. Then, she began to remove my socks.
“You’re fun,” she said as she winked. I huffed and puffed, gasping for all the air I could.
“You, too…” I exhaled deeply. My socks were off. She paused and smiled. She looked at me with feminine mystique. We stared into each others eyes and absorbed the moment; a sadistic, yet gentle and loving tickler, a willing, yet vulnerable and unsuspecting ticklee realizing that this would be the foundation of their relationship. She raised a finger to my foot.
“Ready?” I nodded. “Good. Coochy-coo.” She scratched one finger down my sole. There was no resistance I began laughing uncontrollably. “Oh, wow! With out socks it’s much better!” She went to town. I grabbed my sides and rocked to and fro. I gritted my teeth and closed my eyes tight. She found the outside of my heel. This was a ticklish spot I hadn’t discovered. My eyes blasted open. I sat up and mad this sound.
“AAAAAHHAAAAAHAAAAHAAAHAHAAAAA!”
“Whoa, I gotta remember this! You like that, hmm.” My mind was far away. She got away from the spot and tickled the stem of the toe next to my big toe. That’s when I let out the noise. “Snort!” She began to laugh. “Did you just snort?” She half asked half laughed.
“I may hahahahahaaaave! Huhuhuhuuh huh! Ah aha ah ah ah a ahhhaaaaahaa!”
“Do it again!” She tickled more intensely to squeeze another out of me, as she would again, so many times. I began to go berserk. My feet wiggled and squirmed, but my ankles remained firm. My will was great. My knees bent and legs quaked. “C’mon! Snort for me!” She giggled as she ran her fingernails up my pant leg. I shook my head and fell back. “Oh, you’ll do it. I’ll make you!” She tickled calf and foot. I laughed and guffawed and squirmed and blew raspberries at her. She wouldn’t let up. She switched which hand tickled my foot and which tickled my leg. She bit her lower lip in concentration. Then I said something I never thought I’d say while a girl was tickling me.
“STOOOOOOP!!!”
“Staaaap?” She cooed. That coo would be repeated over and over in the coming months, but I had no idea about that. All I could understand was the sensation. I beat my head against my pillow. I saw raise her brows with a sinister grin that said, I will break you! I began to pull the foot she was tickling away and she grabbed it with the other hand and an “Oh no you don’t!” She tickled both feet with nails only now. That did it. I lost control and let out three snorts. She stopped. I recovered. She watched as I regained my breath. She pursed her lips and slowly, but surely, offered her feet to me. I looked at her then her feet, then at her. She looked tense. I took her feet and began to massage. She melted in my hands. I took off her socks. “Mmmmmmm.” She threw her head back and closed her eyes. I smiled and watched her enjoy what I was giving her. This went on for three minutes or so. Then, I gave in. I tickled her toes lightly. She squealed. I loved the noise. I jumped to the other foot. She squirmed violently. I tickled her soles and she kicked a bit. She couldn’t hold still. I began massaging again. I explained I also like feet. Not quite a fetish. I find all parts of the body beautiful. I told her I have always wanted to try foot worship. We decided that we should know each other better before we dove into that. (We do get to know each other better, another story) I tickled her quickly again and put her feet back after she giggled. Then I sat up on the futon. She sat next to me. The TV had been on the entire time and we began to watch it. I looked over at her and gave into temptation once more.
I put my arm around her and lightly kissed her cheek. She told me later that was her second favorite part of what we would later come to call “Date Zero”. Eventually, I lay down. She cuddled next to me. I kept looking down at her. Finally, she looked up at me. Our eyes met. I half closed my eyes and leaned in. Oh, Goddess! He wants a kiss! She later told me that is what she thought. I did. She wanted it more though. She connected our lips and created bliss for us that I thank God I was able to experience. I closed my eyes and soaked in the kiss of true love.
We pulled away slowly and I said, sappily, “You taste like cherries.” I smiled and she giggled and began blushing bright red. I tickled her tummy under her shirt stealthily.
“Ah hahahaha, hee hee!” She squirmed and I chuckled. This is it. I really have a girlfriend. She likes tickling and is beautiful. Best of all: SHE STARTED IT!
Sometimes you don’t need to go to your crush; Sometimes it comes to you.
I am Diamond Heart!
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