Fire_Sprite
2nd Level Red Feather
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Dear Penthouse, I never though this could happen to me but... *cough* anyway...
This is something that actually happened to me a long time ago, easily two or maybe even three hours. I guess people need physical descriptions in stories these days, so I'm 19 years old, around 5'8 in height at 145 pounds plus or minus. I'm part of the skater crowd with black medium length hair and dressed in a black t-shirt and black cargo pants. (no I don't have a livejournal or write poetry) My friend Rachel called me to ask when she could swing by and pick up a burned CD I made for her and she suggested doing it tonight because she was going out to dinner with two of her friends. However, one of these friends was a girl I'm largely interested in so I made the neighborly decision to drop if off at her house for her. Unfortunately, the night was a bust because the girl I like wasn't even there. It was just Rachel and her roommate Emily (dirty blonde wearing sweatpants and a tank top), they were going to pick up my crush right before they went out so I was left out to dry.
While I was being told this Emily was sitting at the desk and Rachel was right in front of me on the bed, all the while dangling her sandal off her foot talking on the phone. Rachel is a "punk/rock" type girl with black hair and hot pink highlights. She wasn't that tan but was she was really fair skinned, all the way down to her unblemished medium arched sole which was clearly visible behind her dangled shoe. She finished her phone convo and said "yeah, we haven't picked up your girlfriend yet, but if you want to write her a love note or something we'll pass it along." (she knows me so well -_-) And followed up with "you know you're really not her type, she mostly dates tough guys" and started laughing. This lapse in concentration caused shoe to fall off leaving her 99.9% perfect sole bare right in front of me. Buhddist monks don't pass up opportunities like that.
So I grabbed her ankle and did a furious spider tickle up and down her foot and said "I'm tough enough to make you squeal like a three year old," which she did. She shrieked and twitched for a second and then did some kind of weird aerial pelvic thrust off the bed and hit the floor hard. (think how you flap a rug to get the dust out) She looked at me and said quite lamely "Ow, I hurt butt." This was enough to make both me and Emily bust out laughing and Rachel was obviously quite embarrassed.
I was still laughing when I turned and said "later" only to be tackled from behind by Rachel after two steps. She put all her weight on my but and yelled in mock anger "THAT WASN'T FUNNY!" pinching my sides once for each word. I grabbed her arms and rebuttled "thats strange, god knows you were laughing enough." If she asked a question, that would have been the wrong answer because she immediately started tickling my ribs furiously. I felt free to be a smartass because I assumed I could easily pull her arms away if I wanted. Unfortunately she must be working out or something, which combined with my awkward positioning and current tickle assault left me quite vulnerable. I wasn't laughing yet but god did it tickle.
Things got serious when she stuck her hands under my shirt and rapid pinched up and down my sides. I yelled "stop!" over and over again and reflexively brought my legs up to hit her from behind. I caught myself in time when I realized how awkward it would be to nail her like that. I was still stuck jerking violently, trying to figure out a pacifistic way of getting her off of me, when Emily cut my options and actually sat on my legs and pinned them down. I managed to yell "Benedict!" before she started pinching the area behind my knees over and over again. (Since when is that a tickle spot?!) This was my breaking point apparently because I started laughing (loudly) and begging (pathetically) much to their amusement.
This is the reason I'm not a lee. Male laughter is one of the most deprecating and unnatural sounds in the world and this sure as hell was not my proudest moment. I kept laughing and laughing, waiting for the same release and belittlement I had given her but it didn't come. She was obviously in it for the win. After a while (anywhere from two minutes to two hours) I let go of her arms and moved my hands back until I hit her stomach. Then it hit me, she was leaning forward and easily within grip range! Using my last bit of strength and oxygen I thrusted backward and grabbed her sides, then went king crab on her ass. While she was disoriented I pushed her off and was able to overpower Emily and roll over. Sweet freedom!
Emily said "Aw man, that was fun" then started squealing and babbling incoherently while I went apeshit on her ribs and she locked into a fetal position. This was really just a courtesy tickle for the knee work, Rachel was the true object of my tickle rage. She was sitting on her knees and had her back to me (the previous lee!) and I said "you should have learned from my mistake" when I jumped on her and attacked her ribs. Then I realized I hadn't learned from my own mistake and remembered the first I thing I did when I was tickled just in time to catch both her heels in my upper back. (oh the pain!) I said "oh thats nice" and turned around, putting my weight on her knees and started spider tickling all over her soles. It was definitely the high point of tonight. I rapidly tickled the arches and balls of her feet, and had just pulled back the toes on her right foot and was brushing under them with my fingertips when the damn phone rang.
The rest is history I guess. I let her up, shared some banter, left, came home, wrote what you're reading now, got up to get a drink, stubbed my toe, and... wait... how did I... nevermind. Anyway, fun times I guess. The damndest thing about these spontaneous tickles, you're not prepared for them so you don't even get to savor it. Thats life I suppose, anyway I'm going to get something to drin- OW!!
This is something that actually happened to me a long time ago, easily two or maybe even three hours. I guess people need physical descriptions in stories these days, so I'm 19 years old, around 5'8 in height at 145 pounds plus or minus. I'm part of the skater crowd with black medium length hair and dressed in a black t-shirt and black cargo pants. (no I don't have a livejournal or write poetry) My friend Rachel called me to ask when she could swing by and pick up a burned CD I made for her and she suggested doing it tonight because she was going out to dinner with two of her friends. However, one of these friends was a girl I'm largely interested in so I made the neighborly decision to drop if off at her house for her. Unfortunately, the night was a bust because the girl I like wasn't even there. It was just Rachel and her roommate Emily (dirty blonde wearing sweatpants and a tank top), they were going to pick up my crush right before they went out so I was left out to dry.
While I was being told this Emily was sitting at the desk and Rachel was right in front of me on the bed, all the while dangling her sandal off her foot talking on the phone. Rachel is a "punk/rock" type girl with black hair and hot pink highlights. She wasn't that tan but was she was really fair skinned, all the way down to her unblemished medium arched sole which was clearly visible behind her dangled shoe. She finished her phone convo and said "yeah, we haven't picked up your girlfriend yet, but if you want to write her a love note or something we'll pass it along." (she knows me so well -_-) And followed up with "you know you're really not her type, she mostly dates tough guys" and started laughing. This lapse in concentration caused shoe to fall off leaving her 99.9% perfect sole bare right in front of me. Buhddist monks don't pass up opportunities like that.
So I grabbed her ankle and did a furious spider tickle up and down her foot and said "I'm tough enough to make you squeal like a three year old," which she did. She shrieked and twitched for a second and then did some kind of weird aerial pelvic thrust off the bed and hit the floor hard. (think how you flap a rug to get the dust out) She looked at me and said quite lamely "Ow, I hurt butt." This was enough to make both me and Emily bust out laughing and Rachel was obviously quite embarrassed.
I was still laughing when I turned and said "later" only to be tackled from behind by Rachel after two steps. She put all her weight on my but and yelled in mock anger "THAT WASN'T FUNNY!" pinching my sides once for each word. I grabbed her arms and rebuttled "thats strange, god knows you were laughing enough." If she asked a question, that would have been the wrong answer because she immediately started tickling my ribs furiously. I felt free to be a smartass because I assumed I could easily pull her arms away if I wanted. Unfortunately she must be working out or something, which combined with my awkward positioning and current tickle assault left me quite vulnerable. I wasn't laughing yet but god did it tickle.
Things got serious when she stuck her hands under my shirt and rapid pinched up and down my sides. I yelled "stop!" over and over again and reflexively brought my legs up to hit her from behind. I caught myself in time when I realized how awkward it would be to nail her like that. I was still stuck jerking violently, trying to figure out a pacifistic way of getting her off of me, when Emily cut my options and actually sat on my legs and pinned them down. I managed to yell "Benedict!" before she started pinching the area behind my knees over and over again. (Since when is that a tickle spot?!) This was my breaking point apparently because I started laughing (loudly) and begging (pathetically) much to their amusement.
This is the reason I'm not a lee. Male laughter is one of the most deprecating and unnatural sounds in the world and this sure as hell was not my proudest moment. I kept laughing and laughing, waiting for the same release and belittlement I had given her but it didn't come. She was obviously in it for the win. After a while (anywhere from two minutes to two hours) I let go of her arms and moved my hands back until I hit her stomach. Then it hit me, she was leaning forward and easily within grip range! Using my last bit of strength and oxygen I thrusted backward and grabbed her sides, then went king crab on her ass. While she was disoriented I pushed her off and was able to overpower Emily and roll over. Sweet freedom!
Emily said "Aw man, that was fun" then started squealing and babbling incoherently while I went apeshit on her ribs and she locked into a fetal position. This was really just a courtesy tickle for the knee work, Rachel was the true object of my tickle rage. She was sitting on her knees and had her back to me (the previous lee!) and I said "you should have learned from my mistake" when I jumped on her and attacked her ribs. Then I realized I hadn't learned from my own mistake and remembered the first I thing I did when I was tickled just in time to catch both her heels in my upper back. (oh the pain!) I said "oh thats nice" and turned around, putting my weight on her knees and started spider tickling all over her soles. It was definitely the high point of tonight. I rapidly tickled the arches and balls of her feet, and had just pulled back the toes on her right foot and was brushing under them with my fingertips when the damn phone rang.
The rest is history I guess. I let her up, shared some banter, left, came home, wrote what you're reading now, got up to get a drink, stubbed my toe, and... wait... how did I... nevermind. Anyway, fun times I guess. The damndest thing about these spontaneous tickles, you're not prepared for them so you don't even get to savor it. Thats life I suppose, anyway I'm going to get something to drin- OW!!
