This is (for me) a slightly odd case, but with a beautiful moment that I've always remembered.
At the time of this memory, I'm living in Hell's Kitchen, and my buddy lives in the building right next door. And on the first floor is a record store that the building super owns. And he's an older Jamaican guy, and we're all musicians, so we all get along very well. That's the cast. Now here's the girl.
My buddy next door....who we'll call the Drunk....put out an ad to sublet his place while he went somewhere for a few months. But he's not home on the day that a young girl from Boston came to look at the apartment....and she's come a long way, and she's from out of town and doesn't know what to do.
I'm in my apartment, making a big salad. But my super, the Jamaican man who owns the record store on the first floor, is listening to her sad story and letting her wait in the record store. But now it's been an hour, and still no sign of my friend.
So my streetwise super calls me up and says: "Hey, Leo.....(by the way, my name is not really Leo, but whatever...)...I've got this girl down here...." and he starts explaining her plight to me, and frankly, I'm a little confused as to what he wants me to do about it. But somehow he convinces me to come downstairs and meet with this girl and maybe she can stay with me for a bit until my friend gets home. I'm a little perturbed, but ok, fine.
I go downstairs....and there's this petite blonde girl sitting there, like...frosted blonde hair? You know what I mean? And....I don't know....kind've not fur...she wasn't wearing fur but...she looked like she had a little money, and...I don't know...she wasn't exactly "my type", and I don't mean in a romantic way just....I 'm a little more bohemian, let's put it that way. We weren't a great match for much more than small talk. She was cute but really...at this point, I am a little put out that I have to deal with this situation....and we look like two completely different people and now I have to babysit this person, on my day off. Great, just great.
I bring her up. I make small talk. I give her the salad I just made. And two hours turns to four hours.....and evening sets in....and my friend has not returned. This girl is obsessed with the television show "Friends". I'm going out of my mind listening to this. I don't remember everything, but for some reason, she had no place to go, and I said she could stay. And I took the couch. Once again: I'm very perturbed at the whole situation, and she's a nice person, but frankly, she's getting on my nerves.
The next day she meets with my friend and the details are fuzzy...I think she thought she was going to move right in.....but he had a week before he left. And once again, a sad story about how she has nowhere to go for the week, she'd have to call her parents, and also by this point, she's flirting a bit with me (I'm sure just to get my help) ....and what am i gonna do, at first I'm telling her she has to go, but she is practically pleading with me, literally pleading eyes and puppy dog face.....and so, to get away from her angst, I go downstairs and talk to the guy who started this all, the Jamaican super....and I gripe about it. "Dude, please....never do this to me again!"
And this is what he said to me: "Leo.....are you a man? I send you a woman and this is how you treat me? Leo....go up there and .....!" (i won't even finish his sentence, you can imagine) Ok, so that's not the advice I was really looking for but....when I went back up, I tried to look at her in a different way, to make the best out of a situation.
On the second night she stayed, she said we could share the bed. I said, no, I'll stay on the couch. She was ALWAYS leaving the door open for something to happen the whole time she's there....and I chose the other way every time. But after a few days of this, I start getting worn down a bit.....and one day, we're sitting on my bed and talking....
to be honest, I don't remember how we got into it.....but my guess is she probably said something touching or nice or sweet, or whatever.....and I started to pet her a bit, and blah blah blah....suddenly we're now on a new path, and she's "mmm"-ing as I'm, whatever, caressing her.....and this goes on for a while, we're talking and playing with each other's hands, and all that........
At some point, I started to tickle her. Lightly, on her sides, both hands.....just dancing my tips on her sides, she's wearing I think a blouse.....it had a tickleable texture, that much I can tell you, lol.....and she closed her eyes and giggled beautifully and shifted side to side, wiggling, but easily contained, she was one of those girls who just tenses up and takes it, and laughs, just a slight swaying, that's the extent of the "fight" of it...... and this went on for a bit, I can't remember what we said during it, I was doing the whole "oh, you're ticklish?" and her saying" yes" though the laughter and everything.....
....and as I'm lightly tickling her and her giggling away, I'm kind've moving closer and closer into her, so my face is close to hers, looking at all her reactions, just to tease her, kind've like "oh, you like that, huh?" smiling at her, and at this one beautiful moment she said, sweetly, not like a command, but just through the giggles, just as the giggle was dying down, with a smiling face, "Don't tickle me anymore" and as she said that, our lips were practically touching, I could feel her smile on my own face......and as soon as the sentence was over, she kissed, and that was it, that was the beginning. Our heads and lips just naturally connected, and it was the tickling that brought it all together, she just turned her head at the right moment and.......smoooch! And it was her who kissed me. She kissed me for tickling her. Amazing.
It didn't make the week a walk in the park......she still irritated me in a lot of ways....her addiction to 'Friends" was....almost intolerable. She didn't understand a thing about me. Her taste in music was dreadful. And if I know myself, I'm sure she got at least one tickling in punishment for at least one of those things!
There was one other thing I remember, related to our thing, which the footboys will appreciate.....when we had sex the first time, she wouldn't take off her socks! I was like "what? No way!". I mean, she's totally going to take everything off except her socks? So I go down and start pulling off her socks and she's saying "Don't take off my socks, please don't take off my socks...." and when I take them off.....they were in the top three softest feet I've ever seen or felt. And I even said "Wow." They were stunningly beautiful. She couldn't believe that her feet were attractive....but she quickly learned, and I quickly learned that her feet were as ticklish as the rest of her, if not more. I seem to remember immediately putting her foot in the crook of my arm and tickling her hysterical for a few moments. And I remember being in the bath with her another time and she couldn't believe how much she loved having her feet nibbled and kissed She kept saying how good it felt (though she could not take the nibbles at all....which made me nibble plenty, don't worry 😉 ) She was really excited about it, almost like a notch on her belt....that she'd had a guy do something to her that she'd probably only read about in Cosmo, lol
At the time of this memory, I'm living in Hell's Kitchen, and my buddy lives in the building right next door. And on the first floor is a record store that the building super owns. And he's an older Jamaican guy, and we're all musicians, so we all get along very well. That's the cast. Now here's the girl.
My buddy next door....who we'll call the Drunk....put out an ad to sublet his place while he went somewhere for a few months. But he's not home on the day that a young girl from Boston came to look at the apartment....and she's come a long way, and she's from out of town and doesn't know what to do.
I'm in my apartment, making a big salad. But my super, the Jamaican man who owns the record store on the first floor, is listening to her sad story and letting her wait in the record store. But now it's been an hour, and still no sign of my friend.
So my streetwise super calls me up and says: "Hey, Leo.....(by the way, my name is not really Leo, but whatever...)...I've got this girl down here...." and he starts explaining her plight to me, and frankly, I'm a little confused as to what he wants me to do about it. But somehow he convinces me to come downstairs and meet with this girl and maybe she can stay with me for a bit until my friend gets home. I'm a little perturbed, but ok, fine.
I go downstairs....and there's this petite blonde girl sitting there, like...frosted blonde hair? You know what I mean? And....I don't know....kind've not fur...she wasn't wearing fur but...she looked like she had a little money, and...I don't know...she wasn't exactly "my type", and I don't mean in a romantic way just....I 'm a little more bohemian, let's put it that way. We weren't a great match for much more than small talk. She was cute but really...at this point, I am a little put out that I have to deal with this situation....and we look like two completely different people and now I have to babysit this person, on my day off. Great, just great.
I bring her up. I make small talk. I give her the salad I just made. And two hours turns to four hours.....and evening sets in....and my friend has not returned. This girl is obsessed with the television show "Friends". I'm going out of my mind listening to this. I don't remember everything, but for some reason, she had no place to go, and I said she could stay. And I took the couch. Once again: I'm very perturbed at the whole situation, and she's a nice person, but frankly, she's getting on my nerves.
The next day she meets with my friend and the details are fuzzy...I think she thought she was going to move right in.....but he had a week before he left. And once again, a sad story about how she has nowhere to go for the week, she'd have to call her parents, and also by this point, she's flirting a bit with me (I'm sure just to get my help) ....and what am i gonna do, at first I'm telling her she has to go, but she is practically pleading with me, literally pleading eyes and puppy dog face.....and so, to get away from her angst, I go downstairs and talk to the guy who started this all, the Jamaican super....and I gripe about it. "Dude, please....never do this to me again!"
And this is what he said to me: "Leo.....are you a man? I send you a woman and this is how you treat me? Leo....go up there and .....!" (i won't even finish his sentence, you can imagine) Ok, so that's not the advice I was really looking for but....when I went back up, I tried to look at her in a different way, to make the best out of a situation.
On the second night she stayed, she said we could share the bed. I said, no, I'll stay on the couch. She was ALWAYS leaving the door open for something to happen the whole time she's there....and I chose the other way every time. But after a few days of this, I start getting worn down a bit.....and one day, we're sitting on my bed and talking....
to be honest, I don't remember how we got into it.....but my guess is she probably said something touching or nice or sweet, or whatever.....and I started to pet her a bit, and blah blah blah....suddenly we're now on a new path, and she's "mmm"-ing as I'm, whatever, caressing her.....and this goes on for a while, we're talking and playing with each other's hands, and all that........
At some point, I started to tickle her. Lightly, on her sides, both hands.....just dancing my tips on her sides, she's wearing I think a blouse.....it had a tickleable texture, that much I can tell you, lol.....and she closed her eyes and giggled beautifully and shifted side to side, wiggling, but easily contained, she was one of those girls who just tenses up and takes it, and laughs, just a slight swaying, that's the extent of the "fight" of it...... and this went on for a bit, I can't remember what we said during it, I was doing the whole "oh, you're ticklish?" and her saying" yes" though the laughter and everything.....
....and as I'm lightly tickling her and her giggling away, I'm kind've moving closer and closer into her, so my face is close to hers, looking at all her reactions, just to tease her, kind've like "oh, you like that, huh?" smiling at her, and at this one beautiful moment she said, sweetly, not like a command, but just through the giggles, just as the giggle was dying down, with a smiling face, "Don't tickle me anymore" and as she said that, our lips were practically touching, I could feel her smile on my own face......and as soon as the sentence was over, she kissed, and that was it, that was the beginning. Our heads and lips just naturally connected, and it was the tickling that brought it all together, she just turned her head at the right moment and.......smoooch! And it was her who kissed me. She kissed me for tickling her. Amazing.
It didn't make the week a walk in the park......she still irritated me in a lot of ways....her addiction to 'Friends" was....almost intolerable. She didn't understand a thing about me. Her taste in music was dreadful. And if I know myself, I'm sure she got at least one tickling in punishment for at least one of those things!
There was one other thing I remember, related to our thing, which the footboys will appreciate.....when we had sex the first time, she wouldn't take off her socks! I was like "what? No way!". I mean, she's totally going to take everything off except her socks? So I go down and start pulling off her socks and she's saying "Don't take off my socks, please don't take off my socks...." and when I take them off.....they were in the top three softest feet I've ever seen or felt. And I even said "Wow." They were stunningly beautiful. She couldn't believe that her feet were attractive....but she quickly learned, and I quickly learned that her feet were as ticklish as the rest of her, if not more. I seem to remember immediately putting her foot in the crook of my arm and tickling her hysterical for a few moments. And I remember being in the bath with her another time and she couldn't believe how much she loved having her feet nibbled and kissed She kept saying how good it felt (though she could not take the nibbles at all....which made me nibble plenty, don't worry 😉 ) She was really excited about it, almost like a notch on her belt....that she'd had a guy do something to her that she'd probably only read about in Cosmo, lol
