A little while ago, I wrote a true story of tickling my crush at the time while massaging her. The link to that story is here.
In that story, I mentioned another friend named Marie and a short story dealing with her, so here it is.
Marie was a family friend. Growing up, I would hang out with her older sisters, and Marie was just there. As we both grew older out of high school, Marie had grown up to be pretty cute, and we started to hang out a bit. There was nothing romantic about it, but we enjoyed each other's company.
One summer afternoon, we were playing tennis; I was a better player, and I was trying to give pointers. After about an hour or two, we decided to go back to my house, and we wound up watching TV downstairs.
While we were on the couch, and the shows we were watching weren't that interesting, we started chatting. I don't remember what led to this, but we started talking about wrestling holds like the full nelson and the half nelson. My mind started percolating, and then this conversation happened.
"Have you ever heard of a 3/4 nelson?"
"No. Is that a thing?" [It isn't, but I was improving at this point].
"Yes. Let me show you."
"Ok."
I was glad she said so. I got her to face away from me, and I took her left arm above her head and wrapped my left arm around her left bicep. Then I used my left had to curl behind her neck and grasp her right bicep which I also raised above her head. So, her left arm was trapped above her head with my left bicep, and her right arm was trapped above her head with my left hand; hey presto--the 3/4 nelson! I didn't know how well I could hold her, so I asked if she could move. She tried to squirm, and somehow I held on.
Now she was wearing simple shorts and a t-shirt, but from my angle behind her I could see down her loose sleeve and notice a very smoothly shaved underarm. I decided against verbal teasing this time, so I simply said "Let's see how well this hold works." Then I slipped my hand down her sleeve and started to stroke her armpit.
Now, my face was very near hers, and I could hear her slight gasp as I tickled her. I could also see her purse her lips; she was trying to resist. I said gently in her ear "Are you trying to resist? Are you denying you're ticklish?" So I varied my tickling between light spidering and deep tickle-massaging. She was shaking, and a couple of giggles escaped her lips that were forming an clear smile, but she out of pride resisted letting out the laughs. I tickled her waist too; she bent a little to respond, but still she resisted. I went back to her armpit, and I could see her eyes getting wider. I was pretty close to getting her to laugh, and I was confident that once I got the dam to break, I could really get her. The problem was that we heard the keys at the front door, and we weren't going to be alone anymore, so I stopped tickling her. The look on her face was one of relief. The rest of the day ended without any chance at more tickles.
Oddly enough, that was the only time I got to tickle her for an extended time. We keep in touch, and I will say this was a nice memory.
I hope you liked the story.
Marie was a family friend. Growing up, I would hang out with her older sisters, and Marie was just there. As we both grew older out of high school, Marie had grown up to be pretty cute, and we started to hang out a bit. There was nothing romantic about it, but we enjoyed each other's company.
One summer afternoon, we were playing tennis; I was a better player, and I was trying to give pointers. After about an hour or two, we decided to go back to my house, and we wound up watching TV downstairs.
While we were on the couch, and the shows we were watching weren't that interesting, we started chatting. I don't remember what led to this, but we started talking about wrestling holds like the full nelson and the half nelson. My mind started percolating, and then this conversation happened.
"Have you ever heard of a 3/4 nelson?"
"No. Is that a thing?" [It isn't, but I was improving at this point].
"Yes. Let me show you."
"Ok."
I was glad she said so. I got her to face away from me, and I took her left arm above her head and wrapped my left arm around her left bicep. Then I used my left had to curl behind her neck and grasp her right bicep which I also raised above her head. So, her left arm was trapped above her head with my left bicep, and her right arm was trapped above her head with my left hand; hey presto--the 3/4 nelson! I didn't know how well I could hold her, so I asked if she could move. She tried to squirm, and somehow I held on.
Now she was wearing simple shorts and a t-shirt, but from my angle behind her I could see down her loose sleeve and notice a very smoothly shaved underarm. I decided against verbal teasing this time, so I simply said "Let's see how well this hold works." Then I slipped my hand down her sleeve and started to stroke her armpit.
Now, my face was very near hers, and I could hear her slight gasp as I tickled her. I could also see her purse her lips; she was trying to resist. I said gently in her ear "Are you trying to resist? Are you denying you're ticklish?" So I varied my tickling between light spidering and deep tickle-massaging. She was shaking, and a couple of giggles escaped her lips that were forming an clear smile, but she out of pride resisted letting out the laughs. I tickled her waist too; she bent a little to respond, but still she resisted. I went back to her armpit, and I could see her eyes getting wider. I was pretty close to getting her to laugh, and I was confident that once I got the dam to break, I could really get her. The problem was that we heard the keys at the front door, and we weren't going to be alone anymore, so I stopped tickling her. The look on her face was one of relief. The rest of the day ended without any chance at more tickles.
Oddly enough, that was the only time I got to tickle her for an extended time. We keep in touch, and I will say this was a nice memory.
I hope you liked the story.
