hopefulscrambl
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So, I deleted all my real life stories for some reason and don't have them anymore! Huh. Maybe I'll rewrite them at some point. Anyway! Here's one I meant to write up but never did!
This was when I was in my first student house, and I had a housemate (shocking twist I know), who I will call Hannah because it's completely unlike her actual name. She was a weird contradiction in that she was what you would call traditionally cute - soft features, shortish blond hair, prone to wearing lots of pink with cutesy logos, one of the most cheerful and bubbly people you'll meet. She was also like 5'7, jacked and knew several martial arts. Really nice girl. Could almost certainly snap your spine like a breadstick if she wanted to.
Anyway, it was our housewarming party, and Hannah- for reasons lost to time but presumably related to being 19 and having had one too may beers - had decided to sit on a chair and challenge everyone to try and push her onto the floor. Various people tried but most of us were bookworm students and she was bigger than a lot of the guys, so after several attempts she was still sat there smugly. At which point I - for reasons lost to time but presumably also related to being 19 and having had one too may beers- looked at the men twice my size walking away despondent and thought "Hey, I should have a go!".
Now, I won't give a precise physical description of myself, but suffice it to say I am not 5'7, jacked and skilled at various martial arts, so my attempts at actually pushing her went about as well as you might expect. As she continued to ignore my ineffectual flailings, I decided to try my luck at a different approach, and tickled her ribs. I'd never tickled her before because, you know, I want to live, but I instinctively tried this and...jackpot. Abrupt snorting and giggling, which quickly evolved to full on belly laughs. She was clearly really ticklish, and was soon laughing too much to speak clearly besides giggling sputters of "cheater!". But, for all that, she was still on the chair. She was having to physically cling to the seat as her body instinctively tried to twist away from the tickling and was clearly heavily suppressing the urge to thrash so hard she was turning slightly red, but about a minute passed and , while far less smug about it, she was still firmly seated in the chair. I was a little frustrated my clever trick wasn't getting me the win, so I was tickling all over in an attempt to get her to break. Then I got to the underams.
This, it turns out, was the right move. She was wearing a tanktop, so there was no protection, and she was instantly laughing twice as hard and with a clear edge of desperation. She'd endured a minute of rib and belly tickling - cackling frantically the whole way but holding on- but after about 5 seconds under her arms she babbled out an "Ok, ok, I give!" and practically lept off the chair to get away from my ticklish fingers. After catching her breath, she conceded that the challenge was "try to force me onto the floor" which I had indeed done, so I was proclaimed the winner! I even got a little crown, hastily made of pipe cleaners by a bunch of slightly drunk students.
Sadly, over time, we drifted apart - nothing serious, just different jobs in different cities. I still have her on facebook, though, and by all accounts she's doing well. She's now got her black-belt and I think went into the army, so she's now even more badass than she was as a student.
I do sometimes wonder if she's still just as ticklish.
This was when I was in my first student house, and I had a housemate (shocking twist I know), who I will call Hannah because it's completely unlike her actual name. She was a weird contradiction in that she was what you would call traditionally cute - soft features, shortish blond hair, prone to wearing lots of pink with cutesy logos, one of the most cheerful and bubbly people you'll meet. She was also like 5'7, jacked and knew several martial arts. Really nice girl. Could almost certainly snap your spine like a breadstick if she wanted to.
Anyway, it was our housewarming party, and Hannah- for reasons lost to time but presumably related to being 19 and having had one too may beers - had decided to sit on a chair and challenge everyone to try and push her onto the floor. Various people tried but most of us were bookworm students and she was bigger than a lot of the guys, so after several attempts she was still sat there smugly. At which point I - for reasons lost to time but presumably also related to being 19 and having had one too may beers- looked at the men twice my size walking away despondent and thought "Hey, I should have a go!".
Now, I won't give a precise physical description of myself, but suffice it to say I am not 5'7, jacked and skilled at various martial arts, so my attempts at actually pushing her went about as well as you might expect. As she continued to ignore my ineffectual flailings, I decided to try my luck at a different approach, and tickled her ribs. I'd never tickled her before because, you know, I want to live, but I instinctively tried this and...jackpot. Abrupt snorting and giggling, which quickly evolved to full on belly laughs. She was clearly really ticklish, and was soon laughing too much to speak clearly besides giggling sputters of "cheater!". But, for all that, she was still on the chair. She was having to physically cling to the seat as her body instinctively tried to twist away from the tickling and was clearly heavily suppressing the urge to thrash so hard she was turning slightly red, but about a minute passed and , while far less smug about it, she was still firmly seated in the chair. I was a little frustrated my clever trick wasn't getting me the win, so I was tickling all over in an attempt to get her to break. Then I got to the underams.
This, it turns out, was the right move. She was wearing a tanktop, so there was no protection, and she was instantly laughing twice as hard and with a clear edge of desperation. She'd endured a minute of rib and belly tickling - cackling frantically the whole way but holding on- but after about 5 seconds under her arms she babbled out an "Ok, ok, I give!" and practically lept off the chair to get away from my ticklish fingers. After catching her breath, she conceded that the challenge was "try to force me onto the floor" which I had indeed done, so I was proclaimed the winner! I even got a little crown, hastily made of pipe cleaners by a bunch of slightly drunk students.
Sadly, over time, we drifted apart - nothing serious, just different jobs in different cities. I still have her on facebook, though, and by all accounts she's doing well. She's now got her black-belt and I think went into the army, so she's now even more badass than she was as a student.
I do sometimes wonder if she's still just as ticklish.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
