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I wish I could title these posts by their names, but....can't do that, right?
I was 19. She was 27! This was a really special friend. Looking back on it now, I'm so happy that she got to "be a cougar"....lol. Seduce a boy. Which is what I was. I definitely looked like one! At the time, I didn't see it that way....but writing it now, I realize that's EXACTLY what was going on. Good for her!!!
She was a graduate student, I was a freshman. She had lived a lot in Italy, worked as a costume designer (and would go on to work on some big movies that you've probably seen or heard of). Anyways......we both worked in this theatre and we got a long like a house on fire from day one. She was hilarious. Smart, spirited....one of a kind. I wish I could describe her. I'll just say this: any man would be lucky to have in her in his life, a really warm, special person. Full of life.
The first time: I saw her get tickled. We were at a party, and we sitting on the floor, and this guy, a friend of ours, was goofing around with her, and he hit a spot, and she wound up on her back, with him kneeling over her, tickling her stomach and sides, saying...oh wait, I have to invent a name.....how about Lucy? "Lucy's a tickle bum! Lucy's a tickle bum!". I've never heard that expression before, have you? I can't say I like it. Tickle bum? What does that mean? Whatever. Point is: she was on her back, kicking like a bug....a tickle bug, now THAT'S a better word for it! She was like a tickle bug, trying to get away, and couldn't.
I never thought about her "that way". She was 27, so much older than me! I was a freshman! .
I had crappy roommates, so I'd crash with friends every night. That was my routine, I'd crash in people's dorm rooms, apartments, whatever. Always with my guitar, lol. And so on this night, "Lucy" asked me if I wanted to stay at her place. And I said totally.
Because she was funny. Fun. Cool. I had NO thought of doing ANYTHING with her. Even though she was pretty and attractive and all that! She was just so much older!
First off, she got me so stoned.....one of the earliest times ever......she got me so stoned, and I started laughing so hard, she started to get concerned. Which made me laugh harder. I remember her driving her car, looking very concerned, thinking and saying "Maybe I shouldn't have gotten you stoned. No, I shouldn't have...." over and over again.
Anyways I calmed down, and we got to her place, and we're just hanging. Listening to music. Talking.
But at one point, she put her feet up on the coffee table. Her coffee table. It's her place, she can do what she wants, right? And she was wearing super thin white cotton socks, like...schoolgirl socks? That texture? Super thin. Now that I think about it, maybe they were pink, or sky blue...now it's a blank.....that's why I write this down!....but anyways, she's wearing thin socks and so I reach down and just scoop my fingers a great tickle right in the middle of her sole....upon contact, immediate giggle and pulls back her leg, totally shocked, but smiling and laughing it off.
Now, all of a sudden, she's not older than me, she's....prey. She's a 'lee. She's a 'lee....and she has 'ler in her house. lol. And I sit down next to her, and I don't know.....we're getting flirtier and flirtier. At one point, she took off her socks, and now I tickled her bare foot but she didn't react, she just watched me tickle her, smiling while I did it.
I cocked my head and said, "I thought you were ticklish!"
And she said, "I am ticklish, I'm very ticklish."
And I said, "yeah, but....before I tickled you and you laughed, and now...nothing."
So she says "Do it again."
So I do it again. Nothing.
And so she looks up, deep in thought and after a moment, she's got the answer:...."I think it's because I was wearing socks....the fabric", she said, eyes widening flirtily and smiling, "the feel of the fabric on the flesh." And when she said "flesh", her eyes got wide and she smiled sexily. I always remember that.
Well ok.
Well, now it's time for bed! And she says, sleep in my bed! Like....we can be innocent sharing the bed. I had that happen more than once....oh yeah, sure....we're adults! It's just a bed!
Well....once we're in bed. We're petting. And talking. And I'm letting my hands wander, and before you know it, we're making out. Oh my god, I've got to write her as soon as I'm done with this! We're making out and soon we're making love love love......and she's speaking Italian, lol....while we're having sex, she's like talking Italian, anyways....what she DIDN'T tell me, in English OR Italian, was....
...we weren't sleeping on a Queen sized bed. We were sleeping, nay, making love on TWO twin beds pushed together!
And so.....as we're going at it like a good time should.....the beds push apart.....and we fall into the gap, and onto the floor, still connected sexually....and we just laugh and laugh and laugh......
"Why didn't you tell me there were two beds?!!!"
And just as she opened her mouth to answer, I took both hands and sunk my fingers into her sides. Her face went frantic for a split second before she collapsed back with her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth wide opening, laughing free.......I was on top of her, we were trapped between two beds....she wasn't going anywhere.
Might as well just stay down there, right? So I stop and we kiss and we talk, we just stay down there....and we're laughing, and if she says something, anything, I start tickling her a bit...."no, please", just starts and stops.....always a kiss after I stopped. My reward.
We actually ended up falling asleep down there! Then woke up later, pushed the beds together and went back to sleep.
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The next day, I was quiet. I couldn't look at her. I don't know why. To this day, I don't know why. And she kept apologizing. And I couldn't say anything. I was really happy though, proud even. She was a catch. But I could not get words out of my mouth, I don't know why. And she was flummoxed.
And so, instead......we just became excellent friends, and nothing ever happened again! I went over and stayed there many times....long afternoons and nights, idyllic, great memories and always just great friends.
But that was a really special....and really funny, fun night that I'll always remember and cherish. 😉
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go email her and remind her what a beautiful person she was, and is!
I wish I could title these posts by their names, but....can't do that, right?
I was 19. She was 27! This was a really special friend. Looking back on it now, I'm so happy that she got to "be a cougar"....lol. Seduce a boy. Which is what I was. I definitely looked like one! At the time, I didn't see it that way....but writing it now, I realize that's EXACTLY what was going on. Good for her!!!
She was a graduate student, I was a freshman. She had lived a lot in Italy, worked as a costume designer (and would go on to work on some big movies that you've probably seen or heard of). Anyways......we both worked in this theatre and we got a long like a house on fire from day one. She was hilarious. Smart, spirited....one of a kind. I wish I could describe her. I'll just say this: any man would be lucky to have in her in his life, a really warm, special person. Full of life.
The first time: I saw her get tickled. We were at a party, and we sitting on the floor, and this guy, a friend of ours, was goofing around with her, and he hit a spot, and she wound up on her back, with him kneeling over her, tickling her stomach and sides, saying...oh wait, I have to invent a name.....how about Lucy? "Lucy's a tickle bum! Lucy's a tickle bum!". I've never heard that expression before, have you? I can't say I like it. Tickle bum? What does that mean? Whatever. Point is: she was on her back, kicking like a bug....a tickle bug, now THAT'S a better word for it! She was like a tickle bug, trying to get away, and couldn't.
I never thought about her "that way". She was 27, so much older than me! I was a freshman! .
I had crappy roommates, so I'd crash with friends every night. That was my routine, I'd crash in people's dorm rooms, apartments, whatever. Always with my guitar, lol. And so on this night, "Lucy" asked me if I wanted to stay at her place. And I said totally.
Because she was funny. Fun. Cool. I had NO thought of doing ANYTHING with her. Even though she was pretty and attractive and all that! She was just so much older!
First off, she got me so stoned.....one of the earliest times ever......she got me so stoned, and I started laughing so hard, she started to get concerned. Which made me laugh harder. I remember her driving her car, looking very concerned, thinking and saying "Maybe I shouldn't have gotten you stoned. No, I shouldn't have...." over and over again.
Anyways I calmed down, and we got to her place, and we're just hanging. Listening to music. Talking.
But at one point, she put her feet up on the coffee table. Her coffee table. It's her place, she can do what she wants, right? And she was wearing super thin white cotton socks, like...schoolgirl socks? That texture? Super thin. Now that I think about it, maybe they were pink, or sky blue...now it's a blank.....that's why I write this down!....but anyways, she's wearing thin socks and so I reach down and just scoop my fingers a great tickle right in the middle of her sole....upon contact, immediate giggle and pulls back her leg, totally shocked, but smiling and laughing it off.
Now, all of a sudden, she's not older than me, she's....prey. She's a 'lee. She's a 'lee....and she has 'ler in her house. lol. And I sit down next to her, and I don't know.....we're getting flirtier and flirtier. At one point, she took off her socks, and now I tickled her bare foot but she didn't react, she just watched me tickle her, smiling while I did it.
I cocked my head and said, "I thought you were ticklish!"
And she said, "I am ticklish, I'm very ticklish."
And I said, "yeah, but....before I tickled you and you laughed, and now...nothing."
So she says "Do it again."
So I do it again. Nothing.
And so she looks up, deep in thought and after a moment, she's got the answer:...."I think it's because I was wearing socks....the fabric", she said, eyes widening flirtily and smiling, "the feel of the fabric on the flesh." And when she said "flesh", her eyes got wide and she smiled sexily. I always remember that.
Well ok.
Well, now it's time for bed! And she says, sleep in my bed! Like....we can be innocent sharing the bed. I had that happen more than once....oh yeah, sure....we're adults! It's just a bed!
Well....once we're in bed. We're petting. And talking. And I'm letting my hands wander, and before you know it, we're making out. Oh my god, I've got to write her as soon as I'm done with this! We're making out and soon we're making love love love......and she's speaking Italian, lol....while we're having sex, she's like talking Italian, anyways....what she DIDN'T tell me, in English OR Italian, was....
...we weren't sleeping on a Queen sized bed. We were sleeping, nay, making love on TWO twin beds pushed together!
And so.....as we're going at it like a good time should.....the beds push apart.....and we fall into the gap, and onto the floor, still connected sexually....and we just laugh and laugh and laugh......
"Why didn't you tell me there were two beds?!!!"
And just as she opened her mouth to answer, I took both hands and sunk my fingers into her sides. Her face went frantic for a split second before she collapsed back with her eyes squeezed shut and her mouth wide opening, laughing free.......I was on top of her, we were trapped between two beds....she wasn't going anywhere.
Might as well just stay down there, right? So I stop and we kiss and we talk, we just stay down there....and we're laughing, and if she says something, anything, I start tickling her a bit...."no, please", just starts and stops.....always a kiss after I stopped. My reward.
We actually ended up falling asleep down there! Then woke up later, pushed the beds together and went back to sleep.
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The next day, I was quiet. I couldn't look at her. I don't know why. To this day, I don't know why. And she kept apologizing. And I couldn't say anything. I was really happy though, proud even. She was a catch. But I could not get words out of my mouth, I don't know why. And she was flummoxed.
And so, instead......we just became excellent friends, and nothing ever happened again! I went over and stayed there many times....long afternoons and nights, idyllic, great memories and always just great friends.
But that was a really special....and really funny, fun night that I'll always remember and cherish. 😉
Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go email her and remind her what a beautiful person she was, and is!
