Ticklish Play

Continued from Part 1 The following story is true (for the most part).

For several moments I could not move, speak, or think. My heart was beating faster and my head was racing. Everything else around us faded, and all of my senses were locked on her fingers that were now delicately drawing circles along my ribs. Each touch was like a taunt aimed at my ticklish weakness. My lee side was going wild. 

She always loved to take advantage of the fact that I enjoyed being tickled so much, yet was also so much more sensitive than her. All she had to do was pinch me in just the right spot over and over and I was begging, even though I adored every second of it. For now she was being nice and only lightly teasing, but the threat of worse tickling was present in every move. She knew that even though it was driving me crazy, I would still let her play for as long as I could stand it. It was the ultimate combination of pure pleasure and pure torment. And although the last thing I wanted was for it to end, somehow the words “Noooo Stawwwp~” still reflexively slipped out of my mouth. “Hmmmmhhmmmhhmmm...” she hummed mindlessly, ignoring my plea as if she hadn’t heard it. She was actually pretending to watch the movie now, looking forward and acting like my total destruction at her hands wasn’t occurring just to the left. I felt totally at her mercy. 

She quickly decided to take it to the next level. Her other hand slipped under my shirt and began tickling on my right side. I was already hopelessly squirming and shifting my sitting position trying to get away from her attack and now it was coming from both directions. “Nooohohohoooohoo” I whimpered, as she sat grinning smugly at my predicament. “What’s the matter,” she said in a quiet voice, “I thought you liked being tickled~?” Her mousy voice gave the question an innocent and yet playful tone that completely drove me up the wall. At the same time each of her hands was slowly moving up my torso now, and to my horror she began to gently prod into my soft underarms with dual wiggling forefingers.

I could only stand her tickling for another second before I was doubled over senseless. It was a dream come true for me, but I worried that if this kept up I might not be able to stay seated for much longer and, even worse, I might not be able to stay quiet. It would be utter humiliation to be caught in this state by a some teenage usher or fellow patron. I mean, it would be one thing to be seen doing some kind of sex act, but to be caught being helplessly tickled by my girlfriend?! Somehow it seemed far worse to me, and my embarrassment amplified every word and touch. “What? We both know you love this...” It was undeniably true. But as much as I loved it, every moment the frantic tickling sensation was getting harder and harder to withstand!

Without another conscious thought I grabbed her wrists from under my shirt and pulled them out, and held her lightly struggling arms between us. I took moment to breathe and think straight, but her teasing wouldn’t stop: “Heyyy c’monn, why won’t you let me tickle youuu~?” The question really got into my head. Of course the answer was “I’m too ticklish to just let you.” But even thinking that just made my lee side want to curl up into a ball and hide. She knew I could never say it out loud, but my silence just made the answer all the more obvious.

I knew I couldn’t just let things stand like this. I needed to retaliate; I needed to show that I was more than just a cloying tickle toy to be played with. I leaned in and returned fire with the only tickling appendage I had available: my mouth. Up and down her tender, sensitive neck I began planting a series of little sucking kisses that made her gasp. Her body reacted violently for a second, and then shivered with a satisfied sigh, as I continued to dot her neck with little pecks. I took one spot and began to suck a bit harder, making her shoulders twitch and her mouth let out a little moan. She had slowly began to slump further back in her chair, leaning her head to the side to expose more of her vulnerable neck to my electric kisses. I let go of her wrists finally, and I knew I had her in perfect position as she put her hands around my nape to pull me closer.

This is when I made my final maneuver. I took my now free arms, scooped one under her crossed legs, and one over, and then pulled, so that her whole body pivoted towards me. She giggled as I did this. Now she was leaning back towards my right, and her still-crossed legs rested with her lower thighs and knees on top of my thighs, crossing over with her feet on my left side. Fortunately for me it was D___’s habit to often wear incredibly skimpy short shorts. These tiny things did almost nothing to defend from tickling, even up to her crotch. I had complete access to her whole lower body, with a whole range of new tickle spots, and I planned to take full advantage.

I rested my fingertips just above her knees, and lightly slid them back and forth. Her skin was perfect, olive-colored, smooth as silk, and unbelievably soft. As I began to tickle I just wanted touch her legs all over more and more. Skin this beautiful was just begging to be felt and teased in every spot imaginable. I started to squeeze around her upper thighs sliding my fingers even further up slightly under her shorts. She squealed and tried to protect herself, grabbing at my my hands, yet unable to stop the relentlessly exploring fingers. “Hehehethat’s not fair” she mumbled playfully. “Ya know, I think you must like having your legs tickled like this,” I said. “Or else you wouldn’t wear such revealing clothing. You’re just asking for it,” I joked. She groaned cutely in reply, admitting to nothing. 

As I worked my fingers all over her tensing thighs, I also started making my way down to the the rest of the legs. I was softly pinching and tracing along each muscle, making her flinch and gasp every few seconds. I spider tickled behind her knees, and then ran my fingers down until they reached her ankles and her cute brown flats. In an instant she knew her feet were about to be touched and lunged up to protect herself. Unfortunately for her, in her current posture with her knees up over me, she couldn’t quite reach her own ankles and could only stretch fruitlessly to try to stop me. I smiled at her adorable attempts to cover herself, and just out her reach, ran two of my fingers lightly over the top of her foot, totally unprotected by her footwear. “You know you also wear these types of shoes all the time. You just love making it so easy to tickle you~,” I teased.  

I took both my hands now and tickled with all my fingers over the tops of both her feet. “Pleaheheheese” she whispered between giggles, still trying to grab at my hands, now visibly more desperate than before. “What’s the matter, are your feet a little tickllliiishhh?” I replied, slipping my fingers into the sides of her flats, wiggling underneath all over the edges of her sensitive soles. “Ahhhah not n-nowwwww,” she mumbled, getting visibly flustered as I continued to play all over the vulnerable erogenous zone. “Noww~.” I whispered back, slipping off one flat to let it fall to the floor, and then the other. She had gorgeous feet. They were slender and shapely with long toes and the same perfect skin as the rest of her. I was completely in heaven with them at my mercy.

Much like her legs it was hard to keep my hands off once I had begun to touch. I started by lightly running my fingertips all over her soles from toes to heel. She let out a string of little gasps and moans at each pass of tickles. She started shifting her feet around, and trying to cover the bottom of one with the other, but I just kept tickling the covering one without missing a beat, much to her frustration. "You’re just making it easier for me again,” I told her gleefully, “you can’t get away”. Each time I made fun of her she let out a little gasp of frustration. “Aww you’re so cute when you’re mad,” I said. 

I finally moved to my favorite spot. I started by just running one finger over the tops and then the bottoms of her toes. She whimpered again and then even more as I began to ever-so-lightly pinch between each digit with my forefinger and thumb. She moaned a bit more but then let out a little gasp and jolted up with each toe I played with. I teased each of them all along the sides and tops, and then, most importantly, tracing right along the base where they meet the sole. I did this over and over, going through all ten and then starting over again. And when I couldn’t contain myself anymore, I pulled one of her feet up by the ankle, and began to tenderly nibble on her amazing, wiggling toes, making her giggle uncontrollably. When I was done biting, I started to suck and then let my tongue slither between each as it curled. As I did all this, I continuously tickled all over her sole with 5 fingers from my free hand. “Ohhoho mahahayyy Gawwwwdd,” I heard her barely get out between holding in laughs and moans. 

By this point, every touch was clearly driving her crazy. She was totally exasperated by what I guessed was an intense cross between being tickled to exhaustion and being aroused, much as I had felt back when she was the one in control. I slowly stopped tickling, finally somewhat satisfied of that appetite for a moment. Leaning down, I picked up her shoes and put them back on, and then pulled her close and kissed her for a long time. She relaxed and breathed deeply as we embraced. “I love you,” I whispered.

Coincidentally, the movie was just finishing and the theater lights were coming up as the credits rolled on screen. I squinted in the light, and after a moment of adjusting suddenly noticed how disheveled D___ looked, and realized I probably looked the same. Our hair was a mess, our clothes ruffled, and we were dazed and breathing heavily. We tidied up, and made our way out of the theater without a fuss. To anyone who saw us it would be completely natural to assume that we had just had sex. To be honest, I’d probably prefer people to think that, as I said before. I’ve never been sure how someone who didn’t understand could ever try to process finding out about an experience like this. That was what made it all so special for us: this wasn’t just some tired sex story to be bragged and joked about with friends. We had shared a deeply personal moment, a sensual journey, that few other people would appreciate or understand. We cherished it, and for a time, protected it like a secret. It felt like something intimate, and unique. And it meant something to us. It was one thing that felt entirely ours.

Them: So this is the Big Bad Tickle Monster I've heard so much about on Tumblr?

Me smol AF: I mean, I guess?

Them: *starts bursting out laughing* And to think, I was possibly scared of you!