Dave2112
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Due to an impending divorce between my mother and the StepFather from the Seventh Ring of Hell, my sisters and I were packed up along with my Mom and we all moved to a new town. Smaller place, cheaper…way out in the middle of nowhere in this backwater hole somewhere in northern NJ. I was 16 and my hopes for a burgeoning social life in a new place dissipated as we came upon our new home. On a stretch of county road. With five other houses the entire length of the road. Great.
The place wasn’t bad, and it was right near the lake. The first day, this tall young man knocked on our door and introduced himself as the neighborhood Welcoming Committee. His name was Sean and he was my age. Ok, at least one person to talk to around here. (Not that it ever really turned out that way, as it turned out Sean was quite a prep at the time, and we had little in common.)
We hung out at the lake a few times, Sean showing me around…like I’d miss all the sightseeing in THE WOODS. Anyway…
Sean tells me the morning of my first Saturday in the new place that we’re going to meet a friend of his. The family had been on vacation and were just getting back. That would be the family in the house right across the street from us, I ventured…the one that’s been empty. Big Genius here.
The friend, Scott, turned out to be pretty cool. He was two years my junior at 14, but he was a big kid and listened to the same searing Metal I did, so it wasn’t that big a deal. That’s about when Sean started to drop out of the picture…I think he’s either a Congressman or a porn star now, I can’t remember which.
Scott and I spent a lot of time in my room, jamming on our guitars and smoking. About a week and a half into this, he mentions that his sister is coming home from her friend’s camp after the weekend. Hmmmmm….Sister…Thinks I. But then Scott goes on and on about how much of a pain in the ass she is and how ugly she is, so I forgot all about it.
Old Jedi Wisdom #147---- Never trust a younger brother’s assessment of a woman’s beauty.
Ever.
She was cute. I mean real cute. Scott and I were in his room listening to Slayer or Iron Maiden…something like that, when Kristen walked in. I swear our eyes locked before we’d even said a word to each other.
“Who’s this?” she asks her brother.
“Oh, this is Dave. He just moved into Pam’s old place.”
I took her hand and kissed it with a quick smile, being the dashing young fellow I was. Or, more likely just making an ass out of myself.
Scott and his sister were of Italian descent. Kristen had long straight black hair about half-way down her back. She had the exotic features of her Italian father, but the harshness smoothed out of them by her mother’s Irish lineage. She had these huge eyes that sometimes I swore were black. An inch shorter than me and very slim. Not much up top, if you catch my drift, but enough to be….fun. But her legs…oh, my God were they the most perfect examples of female legs anywhere in the known Univ…ok, ok, you get the point. She was a year younger than me at 15. Her braces were still on, which she hated with a passion. I thought they made her look cute. But then again, I was 16.
Actually, we didn’t get together right away. She was seeing this guy that her brother couldn’t stand. They fought about it a lot, and I thought that Kristen may have only stayed seeing him because it pissed her brother off. I stayed out of it.
Until the following Valentine’s Day. I was now 17 and Kristen was 16. She’d been looking even better lately, having gotten her braces off and a slight curl to her hair. Something struck me, and I bought Kristen a card. Nothing too personal. Just goofy. I decided to go for it. From behind the safety of a letter, of course.
Rejection Bad. L
I wrote something in it about asking her if she’d consider going out with me on a “7-Day Trial Basis”. See? Humor, and if she says no, I can shake it off as a joke.
Pride Good. J
So I gave it to her the next morning before school. After school, she asks if we can take a walk.
Here it comes, I think, play it cool. No biggie.
Yeah, right.
“I loved your card,” she said to me, “and I gave it a lot of thought. There’s one problem though…”
Ok, Kid…get ready with the “It was all a joke” routine.
“What if I want to keep you longer than seven days?”
Ok. I was floored.
We walked and talked, eventually making our way across the ice to this little island that had a run-down old fishing shack on it. She said she wanted to show it to me.
The shack, you pervs.
Anyway, we got in and before you know it, her arms were around my neck and I was staring into those gorgeous eyes. She kissed me and my world melted. It was a moment I still remember to this day. We kissed for a while, and then she slid her arms under my jacket and shirt.
“Are my hands cold?” she teased.
“YES!!!” I screeched back. But I didn’t make her move them. I slipped mine under her shirt.
She squealed and we kept our hands where they were.
“Wanna warm me up?” she asked.
We held each other close, sharing our body heat. Her skin felt like heaven against my arms and my fingers. I was stroking her back, kissing her. I pulled her in close and put my hands around her waist. Ah, what the hell, I thought.
I gave her waist a quick squeeze, and she jumped with a shriek.
“AAIIGGHH!!! Hey! That tickles!”
“Oh, does it?” I teased. I tickled her again then once more. She laughed and gave me a shove and we kissed more. Then we went home.
No, no….that’s not it! Just gimme a minute, I’ll get to it…..
We spent about three weeks together before the inevitable happened. My Mom and sisters were at my Grandfather’s for the weekend, myself electing to stay home. Homework, you see. Kristen had set up her parents to believe she was sleeping over at her friend’s house.
She showed up about 8 p.m. and we went to the couch. We made out for hours. Every minute we got closer and closer to one of us making a move that we couldn’t take back.
It was her, I’m afraid. Ego Damaged L
While kissing me, she placed her hand over my crotch. Ok, Bingo! Signal sent…Signal received.
We went to my bedroom and this next part is none of your damn business. Let’s just say…
Ego Repaired J
After, we were lying there, just talking and we drifted to sleep for a while. A few hours later we awoke. Still in the dark on the bed, I got an idea. Gotta find out one way or another.
I went to my desk and pulled out a long bandana. Sitting myself behind Kristen, who was also sitting up, trying to see what the hell I was up to, I gently pulled her wrists behind her back.
“Trust me?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I started to wrap the bandana around her wrists.
“Are you tying me up?” she asked with a small gasp.
I almost stopped until she said…
“Cool.”
Hmmmm….ok. I finished tying her wrists together and laid her back.
I laid next to her and started playing with her breasts.
“Oooohh…I like that…” she said, wriggling.
I ran my fingers down her ribcage and over her belly. I placed my fingers at her waist.
“Remember the fishing shack?” I teased.
“The fish…OH NO!!! Don’t you Dare!!! You wouldn’t?”
I squeezed her waist and she shrieked again. But this time, tied up, she couldn’t fight back.
“You’re…hhaahhhaaaha…cruel!!!”
She was adorable. I wasn’t too hard on her, it was more of a teasing sort of tickling. For the time being.
I got up and straddled her hips.
“You know,” I said with a sneer, “Now I’ll bet you really can’t move, huh?”
“What are you gonna do…..?” she gave me that look.
“Oh, nothing…” I said as I poked various places on her belly. Each quick poke brought a quick giggle and squirm out of my girlfriend. Then I started tickling her good. Pinching her sides and running my fingers up and down her belly, tickling her all the way.
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!ST-STOOOOOOPP!!!!HHAAAAHHEEHEHEHEHNONONO!!”
She was squirming underneath me, trying to wriggle away from my tickling touch. All the while she laughed and seemed to be not that terribly perturbed. Tickled to death maybe, but not perturbed.
The night ended with us making love again and her leaving in the late morning.
Nothing much happened again until the next week. Did I mention my Mom was gone a lot?
She showed up the teensiest bit tipsy. She and a girlfriend had gotten into a couple of beers before she came over. Nothing serious, just a little funny. After the mandatory make-out session, she heads to the bedroom. We partially undress each other and start fooling around.
“Tie me up again,” she says with a smile.
“Sure,” I replied ever so succinctly. I sat behind her, bandana in hand.
“No, not like that,” she says, reclining on the bed in her underwear, making a spread eagle out of her body, “Like this.”
Holy…..Mother…..of…..GOD.
Now remember. I was 17 and the most I’d ever done with my interest was tie Kris’s hands behind her back occasionally. This was going to be good.
Breaking the land-speed record in the “Find More Bandanas” event, I had my darling girl staked out on my small bed, wriggling and helpless. What a sight. I think it’s still burned into my retinas a bit. I straddled her hips again.
“Oh, no!” she says, “No more of that. Come on….let’s do it like this!”
“My dear, do you think I’m really going to see you like this and not take advantage of the situation?” I began wriggling my fingers over her taut body.
“No, please! Come ON!!!! DaveNO!!!!Come on honey, pleeeeaaasseeee??”
No dice.
I dropped my hands onto her body and went into a lust-filled bout of tickling. I scratched under her arms, poked her ribs, tickled her sides. I had never before had a helpless victim like this outside of my imagination, and I was possessed.
“AAAAIIIGGHHHH!!!!NONONONO…OOHHHGAAAWWDDDNOOO!!!…..HAAAHAAHHHEHEHEHEHEENONONONSTOPSTOP…..STOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!”
I wriggled my fingers in her armpits. She jumped. I rubbed my fingers over her ribs. She quivered like jelly. I tickled her sides and lower belly. She went insane.
But there was supposed to be something else, wasn’t there?
I got up and positioned myself between Kristen’s feet as I allowed her to catch her breath.
“Oh,…Haahaa…God….He he…Wow, that was different! It was almost…Hey! What the hell are you doing?!?!?!?”
What I was doing was waving feathers from my roach clips over her tied bare feet.
“PLEASE!!!!! OhGOD, DON’T!!!!! PLEASE DAVE PLEEEAASEEE??????”
She struggled in vain as the feathers touched her soles. No warm up, no nothing. Just one endless scream.
“AAAAAIIIIGGGHHHH!!!!!!……AAIIIGGHGHHHHNNOOOOOOOHAAAHHEEEAAAII!!”
I pulled the feathers between her toes and she hitched her breath in sharply. She was, I found out, the proud owner of one very ticklish pair of feet. Up and down her soles I scrabbled my fingers, fast then slow. Hard, then soft. I tickled her feet until she stopped screaming and was simply moaning.
Now, at our ages, this made us both very horny. Well, me….D’UH. But her?
Yep.
I jumped on the bed and pulled her bra over her breasts and if I have to tell you how to make love to a tied-up woman in panties, you need to retake Human Sexuality 101.
It was the hottest sex either of us had had up until that point.
We kept it up, with her coming over, and me tying her up and tickling her. It was a great year.
Then, as things go, she met someone else and things ended rather sadly for me. No need to go into all that. No, that’s ok…..::sniff sniff::…it really wasn’t that….::sniff::…bad. I’m fine…..really….::SSNNNIIIFFFF::…Hey, I don’t need your pity I don’t need anybodyIdon’tneed that bitch anymore…I’m a man!….Yeah…I’m gonna…::SNIFFF::…nail EVERY girl out there, that’ll show her…..I’ll……
……Oh. Sorry.
But on the bright side…
You know how we always say that a woman who really enjoys being tickled is a treasure to find? Well, at least I can think back and know I had something to do with giving the world at least one of them.
The place wasn’t bad, and it was right near the lake. The first day, this tall young man knocked on our door and introduced himself as the neighborhood Welcoming Committee. His name was Sean and he was my age. Ok, at least one person to talk to around here. (Not that it ever really turned out that way, as it turned out Sean was quite a prep at the time, and we had little in common.)
We hung out at the lake a few times, Sean showing me around…like I’d miss all the sightseeing in THE WOODS. Anyway…
Sean tells me the morning of my first Saturday in the new place that we’re going to meet a friend of his. The family had been on vacation and were just getting back. That would be the family in the house right across the street from us, I ventured…the one that’s been empty. Big Genius here.
The friend, Scott, turned out to be pretty cool. He was two years my junior at 14, but he was a big kid and listened to the same searing Metal I did, so it wasn’t that big a deal. That’s about when Sean started to drop out of the picture…I think he’s either a Congressman or a porn star now, I can’t remember which.
Scott and I spent a lot of time in my room, jamming on our guitars and smoking. About a week and a half into this, he mentions that his sister is coming home from her friend’s camp after the weekend. Hmmmmm….Sister…Thinks I. But then Scott goes on and on about how much of a pain in the ass she is and how ugly she is, so I forgot all about it.
Old Jedi Wisdom #147---- Never trust a younger brother’s assessment of a woman’s beauty.
Ever.
She was cute. I mean real cute. Scott and I were in his room listening to Slayer or Iron Maiden…something like that, when Kristen walked in. I swear our eyes locked before we’d even said a word to each other.
“Who’s this?” she asks her brother.
“Oh, this is Dave. He just moved into Pam’s old place.”
I took her hand and kissed it with a quick smile, being the dashing young fellow I was. Or, more likely just making an ass out of myself.
Scott and his sister were of Italian descent. Kristen had long straight black hair about half-way down her back. She had the exotic features of her Italian father, but the harshness smoothed out of them by her mother’s Irish lineage. She had these huge eyes that sometimes I swore were black. An inch shorter than me and very slim. Not much up top, if you catch my drift, but enough to be….fun. But her legs…oh, my God were they the most perfect examples of female legs anywhere in the known Univ…ok, ok, you get the point. She was a year younger than me at 15. Her braces were still on, which she hated with a passion. I thought they made her look cute. But then again, I was 16.
Actually, we didn’t get together right away. She was seeing this guy that her brother couldn’t stand. They fought about it a lot, and I thought that Kristen may have only stayed seeing him because it pissed her brother off. I stayed out of it.
Until the following Valentine’s Day. I was now 17 and Kristen was 16. She’d been looking even better lately, having gotten her braces off and a slight curl to her hair. Something struck me, and I bought Kristen a card. Nothing too personal. Just goofy. I decided to go for it. From behind the safety of a letter, of course.
Rejection Bad. L
I wrote something in it about asking her if she’d consider going out with me on a “7-Day Trial Basis”. See? Humor, and if she says no, I can shake it off as a joke.
Pride Good. J
So I gave it to her the next morning before school. After school, she asks if we can take a walk.
Here it comes, I think, play it cool. No biggie.
Yeah, right.
“I loved your card,” she said to me, “and I gave it a lot of thought. There’s one problem though…”
Ok, Kid…get ready with the “It was all a joke” routine.
“What if I want to keep you longer than seven days?”
Ok. I was floored.
We walked and talked, eventually making our way across the ice to this little island that had a run-down old fishing shack on it. She said she wanted to show it to me.
The shack, you pervs.
Anyway, we got in and before you know it, her arms were around my neck and I was staring into those gorgeous eyes. She kissed me and my world melted. It was a moment I still remember to this day. We kissed for a while, and then she slid her arms under my jacket and shirt.
“Are my hands cold?” she teased.
“YES!!!” I screeched back. But I didn’t make her move them. I slipped mine under her shirt.
She squealed and we kept our hands where they were.
“Wanna warm me up?” she asked.
We held each other close, sharing our body heat. Her skin felt like heaven against my arms and my fingers. I was stroking her back, kissing her. I pulled her in close and put my hands around her waist. Ah, what the hell, I thought.
I gave her waist a quick squeeze, and she jumped with a shriek.
“AAIIGGHH!!! Hey! That tickles!”
“Oh, does it?” I teased. I tickled her again then once more. She laughed and gave me a shove and we kissed more. Then we went home.
No, no….that’s not it! Just gimme a minute, I’ll get to it…..
We spent about three weeks together before the inevitable happened. My Mom and sisters were at my Grandfather’s for the weekend, myself electing to stay home. Homework, you see. Kristen had set up her parents to believe she was sleeping over at her friend’s house.
She showed up about 8 p.m. and we went to the couch. We made out for hours. Every minute we got closer and closer to one of us making a move that we couldn’t take back.
It was her, I’m afraid. Ego Damaged L
While kissing me, she placed her hand over my crotch. Ok, Bingo! Signal sent…Signal received.
We went to my bedroom and this next part is none of your damn business. Let’s just say…
Ego Repaired J
After, we were lying there, just talking and we drifted to sleep for a while. A few hours later we awoke. Still in the dark on the bed, I got an idea. Gotta find out one way or another.
I went to my desk and pulled out a long bandana. Sitting myself behind Kristen, who was also sitting up, trying to see what the hell I was up to, I gently pulled her wrists behind her back.
“Trust me?” I asked.
“Yes,” she whispered.
I started to wrap the bandana around her wrists.
“Are you tying me up?” she asked with a small gasp.
I almost stopped until she said…
“Cool.”
Hmmmm….ok. I finished tying her wrists together and laid her back.
I laid next to her and started playing with her breasts.
“Oooohh…I like that…” she said, wriggling.
I ran my fingers down her ribcage and over her belly. I placed my fingers at her waist.
“Remember the fishing shack?” I teased.
“The fish…OH NO!!! Don’t you Dare!!! You wouldn’t?”
I squeezed her waist and she shrieked again. But this time, tied up, she couldn’t fight back.
“You’re…hhaahhhaaaha…cruel!!!”
She was adorable. I wasn’t too hard on her, it was more of a teasing sort of tickling. For the time being.
I got up and straddled her hips.
“You know,” I said with a sneer, “Now I’ll bet you really can’t move, huh?”
“What are you gonna do…..?” she gave me that look.
“Oh, nothing…” I said as I poked various places on her belly. Each quick poke brought a quick giggle and squirm out of my girlfriend. Then I started tickling her good. Pinching her sides and running my fingers up and down her belly, tickling her all the way.
“NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!ST-STOOOOOOPP!!!!HHAAAAHHEEHEHEHEHNONONO!!”
She was squirming underneath me, trying to wriggle away from my tickling touch. All the while she laughed and seemed to be not that terribly perturbed. Tickled to death maybe, but not perturbed.
The night ended with us making love again and her leaving in the late morning.
Nothing much happened again until the next week. Did I mention my Mom was gone a lot?
She showed up the teensiest bit tipsy. She and a girlfriend had gotten into a couple of beers before she came over. Nothing serious, just a little funny. After the mandatory make-out session, she heads to the bedroom. We partially undress each other and start fooling around.
“Tie me up again,” she says with a smile.
“Sure,” I replied ever so succinctly. I sat behind her, bandana in hand.
“No, not like that,” she says, reclining on the bed in her underwear, making a spread eagle out of her body, “Like this.”
Holy…..Mother…..of…..GOD.
Now remember. I was 17 and the most I’d ever done with my interest was tie Kris’s hands behind her back occasionally. This was going to be good.
Breaking the land-speed record in the “Find More Bandanas” event, I had my darling girl staked out on my small bed, wriggling and helpless. What a sight. I think it’s still burned into my retinas a bit. I straddled her hips again.
“Oh, no!” she says, “No more of that. Come on….let’s do it like this!”
“My dear, do you think I’m really going to see you like this and not take advantage of the situation?” I began wriggling my fingers over her taut body.
“No, please! Come ON!!!! DaveNO!!!!Come on honey, pleeeeaaasseeee??”
No dice.
I dropped my hands onto her body and went into a lust-filled bout of tickling. I scratched under her arms, poked her ribs, tickled her sides. I had never before had a helpless victim like this outside of my imagination, and I was possessed.
“AAAAIIIGGHHHH!!!!NONONONO…OOHHHGAAAWWDDDNOOO!!!…..HAAAHAAHHHEHEHEHEHEENONONONSTOPSTOP…..STOOOOOOOOOOOP!!!”
I wriggled my fingers in her armpits. She jumped. I rubbed my fingers over her ribs. She quivered like jelly. I tickled her sides and lower belly. She went insane.
But there was supposed to be something else, wasn’t there?
I got up and positioned myself between Kristen’s feet as I allowed her to catch her breath.
“Oh,…Haahaa…God….He he…Wow, that was different! It was almost…Hey! What the hell are you doing?!?!?!?”
What I was doing was waving feathers from my roach clips over her tied bare feet.
“PLEASE!!!!! OhGOD, DON’T!!!!! PLEASE DAVE PLEEEAASEEE??????”
She struggled in vain as the feathers touched her soles. No warm up, no nothing. Just one endless scream.
“AAAAAIIIIGGGHHHH!!!!!!……AAIIIGGHGHHHHNNOOOOOOOHAAAHHEEEAAAII!!”
I pulled the feathers between her toes and she hitched her breath in sharply. She was, I found out, the proud owner of one very ticklish pair of feet. Up and down her soles I scrabbled my fingers, fast then slow. Hard, then soft. I tickled her feet until she stopped screaming and was simply moaning.
Now, at our ages, this made us both very horny. Well, me….D’UH. But her?
Yep.
I jumped on the bed and pulled her bra over her breasts and if I have to tell you how to make love to a tied-up woman in panties, you need to retake Human Sexuality 101.
It was the hottest sex either of us had had up until that point.
We kept it up, with her coming over, and me tying her up and tickling her. It was a great year.
Then, as things go, she met someone else and things ended rather sadly for me. No need to go into all that. No, that’s ok…..::sniff sniff::…it really wasn’t that….::sniff::…bad. I’m fine…..really….::SSNNNIIIFFFF::…Hey, I don’t need your pity I don’t need anybodyIdon’tneed that bitch anymore…I’m a man!….Yeah…I’m gonna…::SNIFFF::…nail EVERY girl out there, that’ll show her…..I’ll……
……Oh. Sorry.
But on the bright side…
You know how we always say that a woman who really enjoys being tickled is a treasure to find? Well, at least I can think back and know I had something to do with giving the world at least one of them.
