Gimme a "T"! Gimme an "I"! Gimme a "C-K-L-E"!!! (MM/F)
I’m on the football team at school. Last Friday, there was a pep rally after classes, because we had a game that night. The whole team wore their jerseys to school and the cheerleaders wore their uniforms. Everyone was a lot more giddy than usual and you could feel the excitement in the air.
After the last bell, I was standing by my locker, talking to my friend, Ryan, when someone came up behind me and goosed my waist, making me jump a little. I spun around to see that it was Jenny, an extra-bubbly blond on the cheerleading squad. She’d been trying to get a rise out of me all week with that stunt and it was starting to bug me because I’m kind of ticklish and it’s embarrassing. In all fairness, though, I’m the one who started it. I did it to her once and she was quickly reduced to a huddled giggling mess as I tickled at her sides. Ever since then, she’d been sneaking up behind me, trying to surprise me with tickles.
“Damn it, Jenny!” I yelled at her with a smile. “If you do that one more time I’m going to hold you down and tickle the shit out of you!” She just stuck her tongue out at me and laughed as she walked away. “I’m serious!” I warned. “You’d better cut it out!”
After the rally, my friend Ryan and I were getting ready to walk to his house for dinner before the game and we were standing behind the school. As I was putting my books and stuff into my backpack, Jenny sneaked up behind me again and gripped me under my arm, so that her fingers were in my pit, and she dug in making me drop everything that I was holding. I didn’t even hesitate. Leaving everything where it dropped, I turned towards her and she started to take off, laughing.
“I warned you, Jenny!” I said catching up to her quickly.
While we were still running, I reached out and grabbed her ribs from both sides and tickled her furiously through the fabric of her cheerleader’s uniform, making her collapse and roll up into a giggle-ball.
“I told you!” I repeated as I squeezed her waist and thighs as she rolled around laughing, trying to swat my hands away. She was really ticklish. “Do you promise to cut that shit out?” I asked her as I continued to keep her laughing with my wiggling and squeezing fingers.
“NO!” she shouted back at me indignantly between her tickle-induced laughter.
“Then I’m going to keep tickling you,” I said as I grabbed behind one of her bare tan thighs, under her pleated cheer skirt, and dug my fingers ticklishly into her muscles.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeheeheeheehee….hahahahahahahahahaahahahahahaHEEHEEHEE…”
Ryan was watching and laughing. “Come hold her arms down and we’ll teach her a lesson,” I yelled over to him.
As the blond cheerleader lay huddled on her back, I swung a leg over her middle and straddled her. Ryan went around by her head, grabbed both her tan wrists as she tried to protect her tummy, and easily started to pull her arms up over her head. I had stopped tickling her, but Jenny was giggling like crazy as she realized that all her strength was no match for Ryan and, despite her resistance, her arms were going to be lifted up and held down while I sat over her middle. Her eyes were wide open in shock at the trouble she’d gotten herself into, when Ryan finally got her wrists into place above her head and held them there.
“Oh-ho-ho my GOD! Heeheehee…no, no, nohohoheeheeheehee…” She shook her head back and forth, making her light blond hair fall across her face.
I was determined to send her an unmistakable message about sneaking up and tickling me, so I was in no mood to give her any mercy. The top of her uniform was sleeveless, like a tank top, so her bare underarms were now quite vulnerable.
“Are you ticklish under your arms?” I asked the giggling girl and she started to freak out, actually laughing before I even did anything.
She struggled beneath me, trying to pull her wrists free from Ryan’s grasp, and I started wiggling all my fingers closer and closer to her tan, smooth-shaven hollows, saying, “tickle, tickle, tickle” over and over again. When I made contact with the sensitive concave skin, I gave her the lightest feather-touch tickles I possibly could with my fingertips, scampering them all around, but just barely making contact. She had the weirdest reaction I’d ever seen. She actually stopped struggling for a few seconds, shut her eyes tightly, turned her head to the side (like it was too much to take in), and started laughing really, really, hard. But, I still didn’t have any pity for her. She laughed helplessly as I started drawing circles with one finger in each of the young cheerleader’s up-stretched underarms. It made her start struggling again, bucking and pulling like crazy as she laughed desperately at being tickled under there.
I then moved my hands so that I could tickle her ribs with my left (through her cheer jersey) and one of her bare thighs with my right. Poor Jenny fell into silent laughter as Ryan continued holding her arms up, preventing her from being able to protect herself in the least. I had to let up so the poor ticklish girl could at least breathe.
“Are you going to leave me alone now?” I asked her as she started to calm down.
“YES! YES!” she shot back quickly, giggling a little as she squirmed beneath me.
“Finally!” I said, sitting straight up again, and Ryan let go of her arms.
But that little brat reached for my sides, trying to tickle me, and said, “HA! I lied!”
“Get her!” I said to Ryan and he went for her wrists again.
As the blond cheerleader tried to keep her wrists away from his grasp, I spun around so that I was sitting on her thighs, facing her sneakers and ankle socks. I looked back and when Ryan had her arms held up again, I started to unlace her right shoe. She was giggling and laughing again, but when she felt her shoelace being undone, she frantically tried to buck me off of her legs.
“Don’t you dare!” she shouted giggly. “Leave it on! Heeheeheehee..DON’T!”
I untied it anyway and slipped it off with little effort. She had kind of small feet and her high arch was pretty distinct even with her white ankle sock still on. Grabbing the elastic band of her sock, I pulled it up over heel and then off of her toes, leaving her foot bare and, believe me, she knew it.
She was thrashing and bucking like she’d been possessed, now that one of her feet were bare and I had to catch my balance a couple of times to stay on top of the ticklish cheerleader. “…hahaha..no, no, no, no, no…hahahahahahahaha…”
She scrunched up her little tan toes in anticipation as the breeze blew across her bare foot in its vulnerability. I went at it with both hands, tickling her smooth bare arch with one and trying to work the fingers of the other underneath her tightly clenched toes as she tried valiantly to wiggle her ticklish bare foot free from my confining grip. It was useless and I gave it the tickling of her life.
“…NEEEEEHEEEEHEEEEHEEEENAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEEEHEEEHEEEHEE…”
Jenny was unable to keep my wiggling fingers out from under her toes for long and, when I ticklishly invaded the sensitive trench beneath them, I made her squeal and laugh even harder. I continued to tickle-scratch the super soft skin of her lighter colored arch and instep with my other hand and she started trying (to no avail) to brush my hands away with her other foot, as she twisted and laughed very hard.
But, when Ryan realized that he was able to restrain both of her wrists above her head, using only one hand, he started to tickle-poke at her bare underarms again with his other. Poor Jenny started laughing so hard that she was actually crying as I continued to hold and tickle under her foot.
“…HAHAHAHAHA…OK! OK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I PROMISE! I PROMISE!…HAHAHAHAHAHA…” she finally blurted out amidst her loud guffaws.
“I don’t know if I should trust you,” I said, aggressively tickling her.
“…HAHAHAHA…I PROMISE! I PROMISE!…HAHAHAHAHA…” she whined and begged with tears flowing across her tan cheeks making her messed-up blond hair stick to her face. Ryan was touching one of her unprotected underarms just inches away.
“…AHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE…”
She was completely out of control and really looked like she’d had enough, so we let her go and jumped out of arms reach. She sat up, still giggling, and started to rub the tickly sensations off of her one bare foot.
“You’d better keep that promise!” I warned her as I collected the things that she’d made me drop.
She had her sock and shoe back on when she stood up and said, “Well, you’d better watch your back!”
She saw the expression on my face and took off running. I decided to let her go but at the post-game party later that night, I ended up getting her phone number. I’m planning to call her up and ask her out this weekend. I didn’t know tickle fights could be such fun!
I’m on the football team at school. Last Friday, there was a pep rally after classes, because we had a game that night. The whole team wore their jerseys to school and the cheerleaders wore their uniforms. Everyone was a lot more giddy than usual and you could feel the excitement in the air.
After the last bell, I was standing by my locker, talking to my friend, Ryan, when someone came up behind me and goosed my waist, making me jump a little. I spun around to see that it was Jenny, an extra-bubbly blond on the cheerleading squad. She’d been trying to get a rise out of me all week with that stunt and it was starting to bug me because I’m kind of ticklish and it’s embarrassing. In all fairness, though, I’m the one who started it. I did it to her once and she was quickly reduced to a huddled giggling mess as I tickled at her sides. Ever since then, she’d been sneaking up behind me, trying to surprise me with tickles.
“Damn it, Jenny!” I yelled at her with a smile. “If you do that one more time I’m going to hold you down and tickle the shit out of you!” She just stuck her tongue out at me and laughed as she walked away. “I’m serious!” I warned. “You’d better cut it out!”
After the rally, my friend Ryan and I were getting ready to walk to his house for dinner before the game and we were standing behind the school. As I was putting my books and stuff into my backpack, Jenny sneaked up behind me again and gripped me under my arm, so that her fingers were in my pit, and she dug in making me drop everything that I was holding. I didn’t even hesitate. Leaving everything where it dropped, I turned towards her and she started to take off, laughing.
“I warned you, Jenny!” I said catching up to her quickly.
While we were still running, I reached out and grabbed her ribs from both sides and tickled her furiously through the fabric of her cheerleader’s uniform, making her collapse and roll up into a giggle-ball.
“I told you!” I repeated as I squeezed her waist and thighs as she rolled around laughing, trying to swat my hands away. She was really ticklish. “Do you promise to cut that shit out?” I asked her as I continued to keep her laughing with my wiggling and squeezing fingers.
“NO!” she shouted back at me indignantly between her tickle-induced laughter.
“Then I’m going to keep tickling you,” I said as I grabbed behind one of her bare tan thighs, under her pleated cheer skirt, and dug my fingers ticklishly into her muscles.
“Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeheeheeheeheehee….hahahahahahahahahaahahahahahaHEEHEEHEE…”
Ryan was watching and laughing. “Come hold her arms down and we’ll teach her a lesson,” I yelled over to him.
As the blond cheerleader lay huddled on her back, I swung a leg over her middle and straddled her. Ryan went around by her head, grabbed both her tan wrists as she tried to protect her tummy, and easily started to pull her arms up over her head. I had stopped tickling her, but Jenny was giggling like crazy as she realized that all her strength was no match for Ryan and, despite her resistance, her arms were going to be lifted up and held down while I sat over her middle. Her eyes were wide open in shock at the trouble she’d gotten herself into, when Ryan finally got her wrists into place above her head and held them there.
“Oh-ho-ho my GOD! Heeheehee…no, no, nohohoheeheeheehee…” She shook her head back and forth, making her light blond hair fall across her face.
I was determined to send her an unmistakable message about sneaking up and tickling me, so I was in no mood to give her any mercy. The top of her uniform was sleeveless, like a tank top, so her bare underarms were now quite vulnerable.
“Are you ticklish under your arms?” I asked the giggling girl and she started to freak out, actually laughing before I even did anything.
She struggled beneath me, trying to pull her wrists free from Ryan’s grasp, and I started wiggling all my fingers closer and closer to her tan, smooth-shaven hollows, saying, “tickle, tickle, tickle” over and over again. When I made contact with the sensitive concave skin, I gave her the lightest feather-touch tickles I possibly could with my fingertips, scampering them all around, but just barely making contact. She had the weirdest reaction I’d ever seen. She actually stopped struggling for a few seconds, shut her eyes tightly, turned her head to the side (like it was too much to take in), and started laughing really, really, hard. But, I still didn’t have any pity for her. She laughed helplessly as I started drawing circles with one finger in each of the young cheerleader’s up-stretched underarms. It made her start struggling again, bucking and pulling like crazy as she laughed desperately at being tickled under there.
I then moved my hands so that I could tickle her ribs with my left (through her cheer jersey) and one of her bare thighs with my right. Poor Jenny fell into silent laughter as Ryan continued holding her arms up, preventing her from being able to protect herself in the least. I had to let up so the poor ticklish girl could at least breathe.
“Are you going to leave me alone now?” I asked her as she started to calm down.
“YES! YES!” she shot back quickly, giggling a little as she squirmed beneath me.
“Finally!” I said, sitting straight up again, and Ryan let go of her arms.
But that little brat reached for my sides, trying to tickle me, and said, “HA! I lied!”
“Get her!” I said to Ryan and he went for her wrists again.
As the blond cheerleader tried to keep her wrists away from his grasp, I spun around so that I was sitting on her thighs, facing her sneakers and ankle socks. I looked back and when Ryan had her arms held up again, I started to unlace her right shoe. She was giggling and laughing again, but when she felt her shoelace being undone, she frantically tried to buck me off of her legs.
“Don’t you dare!” she shouted giggly. “Leave it on! Heeheeheehee..DON’T!”
I untied it anyway and slipped it off with little effort. She had kind of small feet and her high arch was pretty distinct even with her white ankle sock still on. Grabbing the elastic band of her sock, I pulled it up over heel and then off of her toes, leaving her foot bare and, believe me, she knew it.
She was thrashing and bucking like she’d been possessed, now that one of her feet were bare and I had to catch my balance a couple of times to stay on top of the ticklish cheerleader. “…hahaha..no, no, no, no, no…hahahahahahahaha…”
She scrunched up her little tan toes in anticipation as the breeze blew across her bare foot in its vulnerability. I went at it with both hands, tickling her smooth bare arch with one and trying to work the fingers of the other underneath her tightly clenched toes as she tried valiantly to wiggle her ticklish bare foot free from my confining grip. It was useless and I gave it the tickling of her life.
“…NEEEEEHEEEEHEEEEHEEEENAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHEEEHEEEHEEEHEE…”
Jenny was unable to keep my wiggling fingers out from under her toes for long and, when I ticklishly invaded the sensitive trench beneath them, I made her squeal and laugh even harder. I continued to tickle-scratch the super soft skin of her lighter colored arch and instep with my other hand and she started trying (to no avail) to brush my hands away with her other foot, as she twisted and laughed very hard.
But, when Ryan realized that he was able to restrain both of her wrists above her head, using only one hand, he started to tickle-poke at her bare underarms again with his other. Poor Jenny started laughing so hard that she was actually crying as I continued to hold and tickle under her foot.
“…HAHAHAHAHA…OK! OK! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA…I PROMISE! I PROMISE!…HAHAHAHAHAHA…” she finally blurted out amidst her loud guffaws.
“I don’t know if I should trust you,” I said, aggressively tickling her.
“…HAHAHAHA…I PROMISE! I PROMISE!…HAHAHAHAHA…” she whined and begged with tears flowing across her tan cheeks making her messed-up blond hair stick to her face. Ryan was touching one of her unprotected underarms just inches away.
“…AHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…HEEHEEHEEHEEHEEHEE…”
She was completely out of control and really looked like she’d had enough, so we let her go and jumped out of arms reach. She sat up, still giggling, and started to rub the tickly sensations off of her one bare foot.
“You’d better keep that promise!” I warned her as I collected the things that she’d made me drop.
She had her sock and shoe back on when she stood up and said, “Well, you’d better watch your back!”
She saw the expression on my face and took off running. I decided to let her go but at the post-game party later that night, I ended up getting her phone number. I’m planning to call her up and ask her out this weekend. I didn’t know tickle fights could be such fun!
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