Since this is a more private venue, I'll share this story with all who care to read it. 🙂 I have a few more as well, so we'll see how this one is received.
I was 17 during the summer and had gone on a few dates with a gal named Hazel who was a few months older. She had light brown hair and glasses and was a mere 5'1".
We were together at her place on a Saturday afternoon, where for about an hour we had the place to ourselves. We had been watching something or other on TV for a while when her brother had been around, but retired to an air-conditioned study upstairs which had a fouton when he left. We hadn't done anything dramatic to that point, so I expected to make out for a bit and that was it.
When we got up there, she was flirting with me and we were wrestling a bit. Being young and brash, I managed to pin her down on the fouton. She was wearing a t-shirt that I pulled over her head while she fought back, playfully, exposing a sports bra. I held both her arms down over her head while they were still tangled in the shirt, my body between her legs.
I started kissing her right armpit, and she immediately burst into helpless laughter. She was bucking under me and trying to wrap her legs around me to squeeze me, but didn't have a good angle. I alternated and was even teasing her verbally. I said something like "let's try the other one," and she was laughing and shouting "no!" and such. I really had her pinned. I gave a few licks as well and she was just writhing and shaking with laughter.
I thought it'd be gentler if I switched it up, so I began kissing her belly button, and gave a lick there. Her tone and breathing changed and her laughter tapered off. I started licking and her writhing was different as well. I realized she was enjoying it.
I wondered if I could change things again, so I went back to her sides and underarms with my hands, figuring she'd drop them down to protect herself and would then switch to just making out.
She grabbed the fouton with her hands instead to keep her arms up. So I ended up licking and lightly tickling her navel and pits. And she laughed and giggled less and less until she really wasn't laughing at all, at which point our passions took over (though we didn't actually have sex that day).
She said later that she had been kind of confused about the experience sexually and wondered if she were odd for it (she liked to fit in). I told her I'd be willing to explore that with her in the future, which we did. I'll talk about that another time.
But it was the first time that tickling wasn't sexual just for me, but for the gal I was tickling as well.
I was 17 during the summer and had gone on a few dates with a gal named Hazel who was a few months older. She had light brown hair and glasses and was a mere 5'1".
We were together at her place on a Saturday afternoon, where for about an hour we had the place to ourselves. We had been watching something or other on TV for a while when her brother had been around, but retired to an air-conditioned study upstairs which had a fouton when he left. We hadn't done anything dramatic to that point, so I expected to make out for a bit and that was it.
When we got up there, she was flirting with me and we were wrestling a bit. Being young and brash, I managed to pin her down on the fouton. She was wearing a t-shirt that I pulled over her head while she fought back, playfully, exposing a sports bra. I held both her arms down over her head while they were still tangled in the shirt, my body between her legs.
I started kissing her right armpit, and she immediately burst into helpless laughter. She was bucking under me and trying to wrap her legs around me to squeeze me, but didn't have a good angle. I alternated and was even teasing her verbally. I said something like "let's try the other one," and she was laughing and shouting "no!" and such. I really had her pinned. I gave a few licks as well and she was just writhing and shaking with laughter.
I thought it'd be gentler if I switched it up, so I began kissing her belly button, and gave a lick there. Her tone and breathing changed and her laughter tapered off. I started licking and her writhing was different as well. I realized she was enjoying it.
I wondered if I could change things again, so I went back to her sides and underarms with my hands, figuring she'd drop them down to protect herself and would then switch to just making out.
She grabbed the fouton with her hands instead to keep her arms up. So I ended up licking and lightly tickling her navel and pits. And she laughed and giggled less and less until she really wasn't laughing at all, at which point our passions took over (though we didn't actually have sex that day).
She said later that she had been kind of confused about the experience sexually and wondered if she were odd for it (she liked to fit in). I told her I'd be willing to explore that with her in the future, which we did. I'll talk about that another time.
But it was the first time that tickling wasn't sexual just for me, but for the gal I was tickling as well.
