True Accounts, The Second Chapter

[Taj]

I've only written a couple of stories...one fictional and the other was a true accounts story I wrote some time ago. The reason for writing the second one is well...I figured I'd share another memory of mine. I was actually thinking about it today to be honest, because the memory I'm about to share with you, happened around this time last year.
Now I don't know if you read the first True Accounts story, but if you didn't, I'll give you the rundown of who I affectionately call my "tickle buddy". She was pretty...with dirty blond hair, slim figure, about 5'7"... high cheek bones, green eyes. She wasn't drop dead gorgeous but she was pretty I guess. She's fun to hang out with and has a great sence of humour. Borderline crazy, but that good kind of crazy, where she isn't afraid to try something, even if it made her look foolish to everyone including herself. I've known her for years and I love her...but not "in love" with her. She's one of those really great friends that everyone has.
Anyway enough with that...like I said earlier, this memory comes from around this time last year. It was close to Christmas and we had hung out most of the afternoon. Getting the last minute shopping out of the way, and that sort of thing. She had stayed at the house to finish off some wrapping, then we watched a movie, then we played a couple games of crib, and by the time we realised how late it had gotten, we thought it best that she just crash at my house for the night, and take off in the morning. No big deal. Now being on the closeness level that we were, we thought nothing of sleeping in the same bed. We had done it many times before and this time would be no different. She borrowed a pair of my lounge pants and a t-shirt, then crawled under the covers with me. Naturally we didn't go right to sleep, we just kind of talked and laughed for a bit.
Finally I was getting too drowzy to talk much anymore and rolled over on my side...my back to her. There was no talking going on, but I could feel her bouncing around on the other side of the bed...shifting her weight, changing positions and giving these sighs that said, "Ask me what my problem is." I turned over slightly to look at her, and asked if she was ok. "I can't get comfortable." was the reply. "I'm not used to sharing a bed with someone. I usually have the whole thing to myself." Now being the somewhat insensitive jerk that I am, I simply shrugged and rolled back to my original position. "Well if you want," I mumbled, "the couch is downstairs if you don't like sleeping beside someone." Her answer was more tossing and turning and over exagerated sighs. Finally after a few more minutes I heard, "That's it!" I felt her turn onto her stomach, arms and legs spreading across the entire length of the bed, pushing me closer to the edge. "Hey what the fuck?!" I said in an irritated fasion, turning back once again to look at her. "I'm sorry!" she answered, "I need my space! Move over." I was shocked! Needed her space? Move over?? Forget that! For one there was no way I was sleeping, balanced on the edge of the bed with the night stand for a pillow, and two...it was my bed!!! I made these observations clear to her.
She continued to stay in her current position, claiming that was the ONLY way she was going to get any sleep, and if I didn't like it...I could leave. I couldn't believe my ears! There was no damn way I was sleeping like I was on a tight rope! "Get your ass back to your side of the bed!" I started gently shoving her over, but she held firm. For someone so thin, she was quite strong when she wanted to be. I stopped shoving and looked at her sprawled sillouette figure when I spoke in a serious...but not really serious tone. "You have one chance to move back to your side of the bed." She didn't answer. She just lay there sprawled across MY bed, assuming that deep breathing you get when trying to fall asleep. I waited a couple of moments, then...
"Fine." I said simply and sat up. Feeling along the sheets, I found the calf of her right leg, and pinned it to the mattress. It was then she decided to move. "NO!!" she cried, desperately trying to pull her leg free. I held firm of my grip and pulled the covers aside, exposing her right socked foot. "You had your chance." I calmly replied, pulling off her sock.
Her struggling became desperate as she continued to try and jerk her leg free. "OK!" she said giggling slightly already. "Ok! I'll move back over." I smiled in the darkness, and even though she couldn't see it, she could hear the smile in my voice. "You wanted to hear the song my dear...now it's time to pay the band." There wasn't that first teasing stroke to let her know what was to come. She knew it was coming, and she didn't have to wait very long for it to be confirmed. I spider walked my fingers gently from the ball of her foot to her heel. Her laughter was intantanious. It wasn't a screaming laugh. It was that melodious sounding belly laugh. The heart felt kind that I loved to hear. Like the majority of our "sessions", her struggling lasted only a few moments before she submitted to the tickling and lay there to endure and enjoy the torturous feelings that were shooting threw her foot. Her face was buried in the pillow that she was cluthing with both hands. I continued my spider walk for a few minutes before I spoke. "Now are you sorry you tried to take over my bed?" I asked with that tone you would use when asking a child if they were sorry for what they did wrong. A muffled uh huh came from the pillow. It wasn't easy to hear through the laughter, and I commented on that as I continued to tickle the soft skin, just below the ball of her foot. It seemed to be her worst spot. I thought about her answer for a moment as I spider tickled that spot. "Well just to be sure..."
I stopped my spider tickle and began working under her toes, gently scrapping my four fingers along them. Her laughter was renewed, as well as her struggles as I worked. She tried scrunching her toes to defend from my attack but all she managed to do, was secure my fingers under there. Her leg began jiggling like she was being electrocuted. "Oh God please!!" she desperately hollered, her struggles ceasing once again. She managed to turn her head towards me. "Please no more!" My answer was to tickle under each toe individually with one finger. Again the room filled with her laughter. "Not that!" she said, as she felt my finger work it's way under her big toe. "Anything but that!" The next few moments were spent giving each of her five toes the individual attention I felt they deserved. When I reached her baby toe, I re-asked my question. "Are you sure you're sorry you tried to take over my bed?" She replied yes like five or six times, between the bouts of laughter that overwelmed her. I nodded and stopped my attack, releasing my hold of her leg.
She let a grateful sigh of relief as she slowly moved back to her side. I lay back down, and pulled the covers over us both. I closed my eyes, laying on my back. "You'll think next time before you try that again with anyone I bet." She was quiet for a few minutes as she caught her breath. Finally I felt an arm slide across my waist as she whispered mischieviously in my ear. "Why do you think I spread across the bed in the first place." Again I smiled in the darkness...and we both drifted off into a deep sleep.

 

[sole seeker1]

Great post!

I don't remember if I read your first story or not. Could you re-post it, or maybe attach a link to it in this thread?

 

[Taj]

I'll just re-post the story here...I'm kind of computer ignorant and don't know how to post a link to it...so this way is easier. LOL Thanx for the feedback by the way...much appreciated.
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REPOST OF THE FIRST TRUE ACCOUNTS

I'm sure you've all had your favorite 'lee, or 'ler depending on which you like better. The one who you remember above any other, be it your wife/husband, b/f or g/f...you get the idea right? For me, it was a good friend of mine, not a g/f mind you. But someone who grew close to you over a period of time. Now I'm not going to bullshit, and say she was drop dead gorgeous, or that her body could put Pam Anderson's to shame. But she was pretty...with dirty blond hair, cut just above the shoulder, slim build with the height of 5'7"... high cheek bones, green eyes...you know, just your average pretty I guess. Plus she had that sence of humour, that could make you laugh at the drop of a hat. Anyways I've known her since I was 21, so I guess we've been friends a little over 12 years now.

Anyways as I was pointing out in the beginning, she was my favorite 'lee. The one who I tickled, and tickled as often as I could. Which was pretty much everytime we got together. It was'nt long before I finally confessed my tickling fetish to her, and much to my surprise, had a 'lee fetish I guess you could call it. I'm not kidding you...this girl loved to be tickled, which as I'm sure you all are aware of, is a rareity. So I guess you could call her my tickling buddy. Hopefully you've all had one, or currently have one.

Now like the majority of this forum, I'm a foot guy. ((I know, I know, big shock.)) and this girl had nice feet. Size 7, butter soft soles, slender with high arches...and yes...very, and I mean VERY ticklish. Her laughter was great. No screaming, or small giggles from this one people. I'm talking your heart felt melodius laughter. The real continual belly laugh, where you run out of breath quickly. You know what I mean? I was infactuated with her laugh, and her reactions to the tickling were truely a sight to behold. Hopefully I can give you the right details to paint you a mental picture for yourself.

Now I have more than one story with her involved and if the response is there, I'll share more of them. The one I'll tell you now is without a doubt one of my favorites. Of course they're all my favorites, but this is near the top of my list. She was over for a visit one summer afternoon, and we were just chillen out on the couch, watchin the tube, shootin the breeze and enjoying the coolness the air conditioning was providing. I got up to grab a couple of beers from the fridge and upon my return, found her sprawled out across the lengh of my couch. As I handed her the bottle she bent her knees, making room for me at the end of the couch. Being on that comfort level that we were, she thought nothing of resting her legs across my lap, knowing full well where this was going to lead. She was dressed in a mid riff shirt, showing off her belly ring, kahki mid length shorts and sandles. Of course my eyes took in her feet, nicely tanned with no lines. "You know," I began, putting my bottle on the end table, "if you keep your feet there like that..." I trailed off, giving her a tone of playful mischief she was all to familiar with.

Without taking her eyes off the screen, she simply shrugged her shoulders and gave a small smile in return. No other invite needed as far as I was concerned. I unfastened the velcro straps, and slid her sandles off, with no resistance of any kind. The next step was to wrap my right arm around her left ankle, and held it tight, but not tight enough to hurt. I did'nt go balistic, digging in with my left hand and scratching like a mad man. I decided to go with something different. Instead I began what I guess you could call a quick, yet gentle wisping motion. A stroke starting just above the heel, along the arch, and ending at the ball of the foot, lifting my fingers off briefly, then the same wisp like stroke back down to just above the heel.

I watched her face as I continued this motion. It was beautiful. A slow smile began that soon reached her eyes, which began to squint in ticklish agony. Her left foot twitched as I continued with the same action. Up and down, with a brief delay. Her laughter was quiet at first as she propped herself up on her elbows. Her eyes glistened brightly as she watched, seeing my fingers only briefly at the top end of the stroke. A full white teeth grin on her face, as she closed her eyes in laughter, her shoulders raising and falling with each chuckle. Finally she was able to speak between the gasps for air. "I've......never.....been....tickled.......lik e this......before!" With that she fell back on the couch, laughing as hard as her lungs would let her. I concentrated on her laugh, high, full laughter that filled the room. "Please..." she whispered as best she could. "Oh please...." She pulled desperately against my grip, but there was no escape. I concentrated on the stroking I was giving her foot, never changing the pace or the style of motion I was using. Her head turned to the side, as she laughed...pleading with me to quit in between the gales of laughter.

After only a few moments, she abandoned her attempts to escape, and submitted to the tickling her foot was receiving. Her foot became motionless in my hand, and her laughter had turned silent. I knew it was soon time to quit, but before I did I spoke. "I'll quit," I began, never ceasing my tickling, "on one condition." Unable to speak, she nodded, her mouth in a open silent laugh. Now at this point, its safe to say I could have asked for anything I wanted. But our relationship was'nt like that. It never once turned sexual...well, not fully sexual anyways. Continuing my stroke I spoke once again. "Before I stop, give me your other foot." She was able to open her eyes with her laughter and willingly placed her right foot on my lap. "Now leave it there, and don't pull it away. Promise?" Again she nodded in silent laughter. I continued my strokes as I loosened my grip on her ankle, allowing her to pull her foot free, but not as quickly as she would have liked. It was a slow release, as she jerked feebly. I tickled until she had completely unlodged her foot from my grip.

She lay there motionless for a few minutes, grateful for the end of that torture. Inhaling great breathes of air. Finally turning on her side, she grabbed the beer beside her, and took a long drink, downing almost half the bottle. Putting it down beside her on the floor, she lay on her back once again. She told me it was agony, like nothing she had felt before. What was in actuallity only maybe a few minutes, seemed much much longer. But being on the receiving end of a tickling always seems that way. The session on her other foot, was a gentler one. I did'nt have the heart to put her through another ordeal like that again. Not right away anyways...<wink>