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It took a day or two longer than I had hoped, but I've finished up Episode 2 of the chronicles of Katy & Amber. This episode takes place later in the evening of Episode 1, continuing the story line present there. Episode 1 can be found below:
Katy & Amber - Episode 1: The Discovery (f/f, nylons)
Happy reading!
OldEnglish
Katy strolled out of her bedroom and made her way down the hall to the living room. Amber hadn’t moved from the swivel chair as she sat in wait for Katy to return.
“What’s this?” asked Amber after surveying Katy up and down and stopping at her feet, which now had a pair of socks covering them.
“What do you mean?” asked Katy.
“You said you were going to change into nylons,” reminded Amber.
“Did I?” asked Katy, playing dumb while trying to cause grief for Amber.
“You know you did,” laughed Amber. “What gives? Why aren’t you wearing them?”
“Who says I’m not?” asked Katy, plopping herself down on the couch once again.
“Well?” asked Amber, growing jokingly frustrated at her friend’s stonewalling. “Are you?”
Katy laughed and pulled her leg up to her head, grabbing onto her ankle sock and pulling it slightly down to reveal the suntan nylons Katy had on underneath. Katy had indeed changed into nylons; she was genuinely interested if it would be comfortable enough to wear tomorrow as another chilly day had been predicted. But Katy had no interest in leaving herself vulnerable as Amber had done, especially with revenge now likely on Amber’s mind.
“That’s cheating!” laughed Amber at her friend’s revelation. “You can’t wear socks over them.”
“Why not?” retorted Katy. “You yourself said you usually do but you just didn’t want to do more laundry today.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Amber said, knowing that she couldn’t deny that logic applied by her friend. Amber turned to her cell phone to check incoming messages as she mentally readjusted her game plan. Yes, she had wanted Katy in nylons to gain a measure of revenge, but Amber knew she couldn’t make it seem too obvious, if it hadn’t already. The key would be having Katy think that this was a comfortable alternative for those chilly days, and indeed it was. Amber knew if Katy bought into the idea then plenty of opportunities would present themselves over time.
Amber and Katy continued making small talk until Amber received a text message from her mother, asking her to call home. “’I’m gonna go call my mom for a bit,” Amber informed Katy.
“No problem,” replied Katy. “I should probably get some reading done anyways.” Katy grabbed her textbook from the coffee table before pulling a blanket over her body and stuffing a pillow behind her head.
“Yeah, sure,” laughed Amber. “Reading,” she joked, using air quotes around her final word before heading down the hallway to her bedroom to call her mother……
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Amber said goodbye to her mother and pressed the red button to end the call. She was shocked to find that she had been on the phone for over an hour with her mother, as it seemed like they had just started talking, but Amber and her mother had been close and each certainly missed the other while Amber was off at school. Amber looked over at the clock on the nightstand and was shocked at how late it was. Indeed, the evening seemed to have gotten away from her. A slight rumbling in her stomach reminded her that she was hungry, and the thought of an English muffin with melted butter and peanut butter sure sounded good right now.
Hooking her phone to the charger, Amber pushed herself off her bed and made her way down the hall towards the kitchen. When she entered the living room, she found Katy still sprawled out on the couch, though it seemed Katy had drifted off to sleep some time ago. Her head was propped up on a pillow and her right arm was up around her head, almost as if she had been scratching an itch when she fell asleep. It also didn’t seem like Katy had done much to prevent herself from falling asleep, for if the comforts of the pillow weren’t enough to make her drowsy, certainly the coziness of the blanket she had draped over her body would have been. Still, she had given it an honest effort, it seemed, as her textbook remained opened across her stomach on top of the blanket, its page number suggesting Katy hadn’t made it too far into her reading that evening.
“Katy?” said Amber, hoping that would be enough to wake Katy so Amber could continue her mission for her English muffin. But Katy didn’t budge. Amber repeated that technique, meeting the same lack of success as her previous attempt. If there was one thing Amber had known about Katy it was that she was a very sound sleeper. Amber walked over the edge of the couch and gave Katy a gentle nudge, hoping to finally pull her from her slumber. Again, Amber’s efforts were for naught, as she suspected, having seen Katy sleep through many a fire alarm during their previous year living in the dorms at school. Amber tried one more nudge, this time with a bit more force, though the only change in Katy’s status came in the form of her adjusting herself on the couch to seemingly ward off whatever “evil monster” was pushing her in her dreams. Katy turned her body so that she was now entirely flat on her back and she had straightened her legs out so that now from the end of the blanket were sticking out….
‘…her feet,’ thought Amber to herself, remembering the events from earlier in the day. Still clad in ankle socks, Katy’s feet were indeed now completely uncovered from the blanket, those few extra inches Katy having on Amber resulting in most of the apartments’ blankets not entirely covering her entire body. Amber tip-toed to the end of the couch and knelt on her knees to get a closer look, examining the slight gap that showed between the top of Katy’s sock and the bottom of Katy’s jeans. “She’s still wearing nylons,” said Amber out loud to no one, instantly cupping her hands over her mouth in astonishment at saying it out loud.
Amber looked down at her own feet, still clad in nylons themselves, and remembered back to the events of earlier in the evening, when Amber had been the subject of a brutal tickle attack at the hands of Katy. Amber had hidden the fact that nylons left her unbearably ticklish from Katy all these years – or so she had thought – but Katy had finally discovered it earlier today. And now here the two girls were once again, though this time, it was Katy who lay in a potentially vulnerable position, renewing Amber’s curiosity of whether nylons had the same effect on her friend.
Amber’s lower teeth lightly bit onto her upper lip as she surveyed the situation in front of her. ‘These socks have to go somehow,’ she thought to herself, careful this time to not say anything out loud. Not that it would have mattered anyways, as Katy was proving herself to be the deep sleeper that Amber knew her to be, but Amber still wanted to make certain that this opportunity was not lost. There were a lot of variables in this situation, so Amber wanted to make sure she went about this carefully.
Playing in Amber’s favor was the fact that Katy was fast asleep and hardly anything could wake her. That fact was certainly advantageous to Amber in her quest to remove these ankle socks from Katy’s feet. However, one surefire, foolproof method of waking Katy up was – in fact – by tickling her feet. This was a fact that Amber had exploited many, many times over the course of their friendship, whether it was when fooling around during some slumber party years earlier, when trying to wake up Katy as she slept through her alarm last year, or when just trying to be a brat when Katy was napping.
Thus, Amber found herself caught in a Catch-22; she hoped to take advantage of her friend’s and gain a measure of revenge by tickling her feet as she slept, but it was that very weakness that could snap Katy from her slumber and end Amber’s fun. Amber knew there was a fine line she had to adhere to in order to make the most of this opportunity. Fingernails were certainly out of the question; Katy’s feet were simply way too ticklish to handle the touch of a fingernail, and she’d surely wake up instantly. Looking down at her fingers, Amber knew she’d have to make sure that her nails did not make contact – at least initially. Amber also knew she had to be careful around Katy’s arches; indeed, Katy’s arches were her weak spot among weak spots, and should Amber focus too much of her attention on Katy’s arches at one time, Katy would surely awake. Amber knew all of this from years of tickling Katy’s bare feet as she slept, but she had never had the opportunity to do so while Katy was in nylons. If Amber’s suspicions were accurate and Katy’s feet were more ticklish in nylons, would that mean Amber had a smaller tickle-window in which to work without waking up Katy?
Also at the front of Amber’s mind was her own current situation; still with only nylons covering her own feet, Amber would need to make sure that whatever approach she used would be effective because she knew Katy would be more than happy to get her hands-on Amber’s feet should her plan fail. Amber considered removing her nylons, and would have had they been knee high nylons, but Amber worried that by the time she removed her jeans, removed her pantyhose, and then put her jeans back on, this perfect opportunity may be lost. Plus, even in that scenario, Amber would still be barefoot, so she’d still be incredibly vulnerable herself. ‘No,’ Amber thought to herself after weighing the options. ‘It’s best to just do it right now as is.’ With that decision made, Amber set about her plan.
Step one would, of course, be removing these socks. Amber knew that no sock could truly offer Katy any protection from a tickle attack, but she knew this added layer needed to be removed, especially if she were to get to the nylons underneath. Amber inches her hands closer and closer to Katy’s foot, trying to come up with the easiest way to remove the sock while doing so. Her right hand had almost reached Katy’s left foot when Katy repositioned herself, but in doing so, Katy’s foot brushed up against the tip of Amber’s nails, catching both Amber and Katy by surprise.
Katy’s left leg reacted as if it had been electrocuted, instantly recoiling back under the blanket away from whatever it was that had touched her foot before slowly finding its way out from the blanket again. Amber had almost tripped backwards, caught so off guard by Katy’s sudden movement and fearful that Katy would awaken. When she was comfortable that Katy was still asleep, Amber took stock of what had just happened.
‘Could she really be that ticklish?’ Amber thought to herself, a sly smile subconsciously forming on Amber’s face. After all, that had hardly been a direct hit; instead, her foot had brushed up against Amber’s nail. Yet Katy had still reacted much more feverishly than Amber had seen before; certainly, Katy had instinctively pulled her foot out of harm’s way with much more gusto than Amber was used to. ‘And she still has socks on,’ Amber continued, now salivating at the prospect of removing those socks and seeing Katy in her most vulnerable form.
Satisfied with the evidence gathered thus far, Amber once again went about her mission, this time paying extra attention to any sudden movements from Katy as her hands inched closer to Katy’s feet. Wit her right hand next to Katy’s left foot, Amber carefully moved her index finger closer to Katy’s ankle, hoping to be able to “hook” Katy’s sock to begin pulling it off.
At the first touch of Amber’s finger on her ankle, though, Katy squirmed on the couch, her sleeping self trying to move itself away from whatever was tickling her ankle. Amber held strong, though, and tried to hook her finger under the elastic of the sock despite Katy’s constant squirming. Katy started giggling, catching Amber off guard once again, fearful Katy may be awake, though Katy’s closed suggested otherwise.
‘Oh my gosh,’ though Amber, who at the same time was both frustrated and thrilled with how ticklish her friend seemed to be. This was the first “contact” Amber had made on nylons and, though it was merely on an ankle, it seemed that Katy could hardly handle it. Amber knew Katy’s ankles were ticklish – that was one of those ticklish spots that only a best friend would know about – but she also knew that they weren’t anywhere near as ticklish as it just seemed for Katy. The nylons did seem to make Katy significantly more ticklish, it would seem, though Amber now wondered if they made Katy TOO ticklish for this plan to work.
Determined now that the slow and steady approach was not going to work, Amber now instead jumped right in; in one motion, she hooked the sock with her index finger and pulled it right off, leaving in its place a size 6.5 foot that was now devoid of what was its only layer of protection. Amber took a moment to admire her work. It was actually sort of cute, in a way. Katy’s little foot just sat there, totally unaware of the peril that lay before it. But Amber knew that she couldn’t get distracted. She had a mission to accomplish and she had to continue.
Once again kneeling by the couch near Katy’s foot, Amber considered her options. Fingernails were clearly out of the question, even on bare feet. Would finger tips be too ticklish, as well? Amber was wracking her brain, trying to think of what else she could use, when she finally thought of something. It was unorthodox, to say the least, but could likely supply some form of data for Amber to continue her investigation: her hair. Amber took a handful of her own hair and moved it closer to Katy’s foot; fortunately, Amber’s long hair made this relatively easy. Amber lightly brushed the hair against the bottom of Katy’s foot, focusing on the ball of her foot at first. Katy’s foot instinctively twitched, as it did again when Amber repeated the technique.
Next, Amber again took her index finger, but this time targeted an area that Amber felt might not that ticklish: the top of Katy’s foot. Amber lazily drew a straight line with the tip of her finger on the top of Katy’s foot, starting up by the ankle area and ending right before the toes. Katy squirmed and giggled, twisting her upper body left and right as she struggled in her sleep. Amber hadn’t realized it yet – and certainly Katy hadn’t in her slumber – but all this twisting and turning her effectively wrapping Katy’s upper body up in the blanket, making movement all but impossible. Amber moved her finger over to the outer side of Katy’s foot, never relinquishing contact with the nylons along its journey. Katy continued to giggle under this slow attack, unable to mount any sort of defense in her sleep.
As if the actual tickling sensation wasn’t enough, Amber’s exploration of Katy’s foot had caused Katy to begin to dream she was being tickled, as well. In her dream, Katy’s leg had become stuck and invisible minions were tickling her foot without mercy. It was too much for Katy to handle, and the actual tickling that Amber was inflicting was sending Katy over the edge. Amber noticed this and paused her attack, waiting for Katy to return to a normal state in her sleep.
Satisfied that her friend did indeed suffer the same weakness as she had, Amber knew it was now time to ramp it up. Amber knew that revenge could only be served with an all-out tickle attack, similar to what Katy had put her through earlier. Amber cautiously lifted her own right leg and draped it over Katy’s body, placing it in between Katy’s right hip and the couch cushions as she gently sat down on Katy’s legs. This position left Katy’s legs completely trapped under Amber’s weight and the blanket served as a restraint, as well, rendering Katy even more defenseless in this process.
Amber’s position afforded her ample access to Katy’s feet, as she looked down at a bird’s eye view of her targets. Katy still had her right sock on, but Amber made quick work of that, pulling that off in one motion and being rewarded with more giggles coming from Katy at the other end of the couch. Amber needed only bend her head down to have the tip of her hair rest against the tops of Katy’s toes, a movement Amber used a couple of times, each time sending Katy ‘s feet twitching out of the way of the tickly hair.
Amber was now poised for the attack. It would be an all-out, take-no-prisoners kind of tickle attack. The fingernails were ready. The way Amber was sitting would allow her to use both hands to tickle Katy as she used her body weight and her legs to hold Katy’s legs down. The blanket would do the rest. Amber still was not aware that Katy had wrapped her upper body up in the blanket through all her wiggling and squirming. Nor was she aware that her position also left her in a somewhat vulnerable position, as well. Sitting on her knees, Amber’s feet were sticking out behind her, with her feet resting dangerously close to Katy’s hands under the blankets. Worse, this was all behind Amber, out of her sight, so she had no idea how vulnerable a position she could be in were it not for the blanket holding Katy’s upper body in check.
‘Time to get to work,’ thought Amber, and with that, she brought the tips of the fingernail of each index finger and drew a line down the bottom of Katy’s foot from heel to toe. Katy’s body jolted from this ticklish feeling and nearly sent Amber flying off the couch. Katy woke up instantly from this attack on the bottom of her feet, instantly confused about what was going on.
“What are you doing?” Katy asked groggily, still not fully aware of her predicament.
“You had tuckered yourself out reading, so I thought you could use some laughs,” said Amber as she gently brought her fingers once again to the bottom of Katy’s feet.
Any uncertainty in Katy’s mind was immediately erased at this point, as she eyes bugged out of her head and Katy instantly screamed “Noooo” in as forceful a voice as one could as one is beginning to laugh. Amber’s assault had begun, and now she brought all her free fingers to the bottom of each of Katy’s feet, dancing those finger nails along the nylon material as quickly as she could. Katy was promptly overcome with laughter, as the trifecta of the sneak attack, the blankets holding her down, and the nylons made it pure ticklish agony for her. She could only throw her head back and laugh as Amber explored every area of her foot.
“Uh-oh,” said Amber in her best baby voice. “Looks like someone else is pretty ticklish in nylons, too, huh?” she finished, continuing her constant assault on Katy’s feet.
It was true. Certainly, it was entirely evident at this point, but Katy had known it was true even before this tickle attack had been orchestrated. After all, much like Amber, there was a reason Katy rarely let her friend find her in nylons without shoes on. Many a family holiday Katy’s mom would make her dress to the nines, always in a nice dress and cute shoes and always in either tights or, as Katy grew older, pantyhose. And Katy’s older cousins loved tickling her at these events. Katy was the youngest and easily the most ticklish, so there was little she could do. She had often been the subject of many a tickle attack at the hands of her older cousins growing up, but it had been those holiday tickle attacks that had been the worst. And as they all aged and their reasoning skills developed, it didn’t take a lot to realize that it was the pantyhose that were making Katy all the more ticklish on those days. Maybe had Katy only had male cousins it might not have occurred to them, but Katy’s older female cousins were quick to notice, for though they would never admit it until years later, they too were also much more ticklish in nylons, as well.
Katy hadn’t been tickled like this in some time. Amber had her good and, with whatever thought Katy was able to form through the laughter, Katy knew it. Though Katy likely could be considered the more skilled tickler of the two friends, she was also the more ticklish, and whatever advantage she may have had earlier in the day in discovering how ticklish Amber was in nylons was now completely erased with Amber’s discovery of how ticklish Katy was in nylons.
“Amber, please” Katy forced out through the laughter. “You ha ha ha ha have to stop” Katy pleaded, knowing that her pleas would fall on deaf ears.
“Oh no chance sister,” laughed Amber, realizing just how “bad” she had Katy. “I’m just getting started,” she added, as she began using the tips of her fingernails to make little circles on the arch of each of Katy’s feet. Katy nearly lept out of her skin. Her arches were her most ticklish spot, and that was only heightened now by the nylons. Katy fell into silent laughter at this assault, hoping that even if Amber showed no mercy, she would at least move away from her arches.
Amber did indeed let up for a moment to allow Katy to catch her breath. This was to be a lengthy attack, and Amber didn’t want Katy running out of oxygen right away. And of course, she didn’t want her friend to suffer, either. “You OK back there?” asked Amber.
To the untrained eye, it would seem as though Amber was in the process of absolutely torturing Katy, but this was nothing new between the girls. Yes, the introduction of the nylons did certainly make this a more ticklish feeling for Katy, but each girl had delivered their fair share of all-out tickle attacks on the other to allow each to know when to give the other a break.
Catching her breath, Katy again began to plead. “Amber, oh my god, you have to stop,” she began. Though both incredibly ticklish, each girl had their own way of handling being tickled. Amber usually only laughed, unable to focus on anything other than the tickling that was rendering her helpless at that particular moment. Katy, on the other hand, tried her best to reason with her tickler as best she could. It was useless and never resulted in the tickler stopping, but Katy’s approach had never wavered. “Amber, I’m so sorry. This is so ticklish. You can’t.”
“Oh, if it’s so ticklish, I absolutely can,” laughed Amber once again beginning her assault on Katy’s feet. Katy once again jumped as best she could beneath the blankets before beginning to laugh uncontrollably once again. Each jump loosened the blankets entrapping Katy’s upper body more and more, and though she was unable to put forth much strength herself to free herself, the jumps caused by Amber’s sudden attacks were doing the trick. For now, though, Katy could only laugh as she tried to beg for mercy.
“Am ha ha ha ha ber,” Katy struggled, “Pleeeeease ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.” She could hardly get the words out, the tickling overcoming her too much to allow her to form the words. Amber was having nothing of it, though, as she continues her relentless attack, tracing her fingernails along Katy’s heels, across her instep, over the ball of her foot, and around her arches. Each time Amber reached the arches, Katy jumped just a little more, as the bind that was the blanket began to come more and more loose.
Amber once again gave Katy a quick reprieve. “Looks like you’re pretty defenseless when it comes to nylons,” Amber laughed at her friend as she struggled to catch her breath.
“Oh my god, Amber,” began Katy. “Is that what you want? Amber, it’s so much more ticklish in nylons. I admit it. Please you have to staaaaaaaaaaaahp” Katy was saying, unable to finish her thought as Amber had once again introduced the tips of her fingernails to Katy’s unsuspecting arches. One more time, Katy nearly lept out of her skin, though this time, she lept with such force, the blanket that bound her upper body had become loose, allowing Katy for the first time the ability to move around, and she did so in earnest, hoping to be able to power her way out of her predicament. She was too lost to the laughter, though, to gain any sort of power, and she fell back down on the couch in a heap of laughter as Amber focused squarely on Katy’s arches.
When it seemed that Katy had had enough and needed a break, Amber once again afforded her one. “Amber,” Katy laughed, once again trying to reason with her friend. “I’m going to pee my pants. This is so ticklish,” she pleaded, not realizing how much her admission of it being ticklish was only fueling Amber’s desire to extract more ticklish revenge.
Amber laughed at her friend, relishing the advantage that she had. “The nylons are brutal, aren’t they?” teased Amber.
‘Nylons,’ thought Katy, quickly looking down to Amber’s feet to see if she still had nylons on herself. Amber had been tickled Katy silly for at least the last five minutes, to say nothing of the assault done while Katy was sleeping, but much had changed since this attack had begun. Yes, Katy’s makeup had run as the tears of laughter ran down her face, and yes, Katy was considerably weaker now as a result of having laughed for so long.
But not all was against Katy. As a result of jumping so much, Katy had untucked the blanket that had been holding her upper body captive, and she now had full movement whereas before she had been trapped. In addition, the twisting and squirming had altered Amber’s position as Amber pressed her weight down on Katy more and more to hold Katy down. In doing so, Amber’s right knee had fallen in between the cushions of the couch, and the angle that her leg now lay as a result of her knee being wedged in resulted in Amber’s foot being essentially at eye level with Katy. Worse, still, for Amber, was that she was completely oblivious to the fact that she was now vulnerable herself, as she was looking over only her left shoulder and unable to see the positioning of her right foot.
But Katy noticed. And it didn’t take long for the wheels to spin in Katy’s head and before Amber could begin a new assault, Katy has latched her right arm around Amber’s right ankle and placed it in a headlock, completely catching Amber by surprise. Amber fell forward, removing some of the weight that had been holding Katy’s legs down. Katy wasted no time, using all five fingers on her left hand to begin as strong a tickle attack on Amber’s trapped foot as she could.
Amber jolted with a paroxysm of laughter, completely unprepared for this attack and not really sure how it had even happened. “Crap, no!” was all Amber could get out before being overcome with laughter once again, her decision to not change out of nylons earlier in the night now coming back to bite her big time. Though laughing uncontrollably on the outside, she cursed herself on the inside, wishing she hadn’t been so lazy and had only taken her own nylons off. Yes, her fate wouldn’t have been much better had she been barefoot, but she might not have been overcome so quickly with laughter as she was now in nylons.
Amber knew she was in trouble. Katy had had full control of her foot for about 20 seconds at this point, and Amber was struggling. Things had turned so quickly for her. Less than a minute ago, it was Amber who was in full control, and yet now, Amber was just a few seconds away from losing her mind once again as she fell victim to Katy’s skilled tickling fingers. She knew she didn’t have much time, but the tickling attack had thrown her off her usual position and she was having trouble keeping her eyes open, making finding Katy’s feet more difficult.
Katy knew she had regained control as she saw Amber weakening from the laughter that resulted in the tickle attack. But Katy was also very aware of her own vulnerability, as her legs remained trapped under both the blanket and Amber’s weight. Though she could not see her feet, she could feel that they were still sticking out from the blanket, leaving them in an uncovered, defenseless position. She had to try to pull her legs free. Even if she could only get her feet back under the covers, she would afford herself more protection, so she could focus solely on tickling Amber.
Little did Katy know, though, that her attempts to pull her legs free from their helpless position only drew Amber’s attention to them, as she was able to feel Katy’s feet twisting and turning under her body. Despite her hysterical laughter, Amber focused what she could on snaking her arms under her body, and just as unexpectedly as Katy had begun her tickle assault on Amber, Amber’s fingers once again found Katy’s trapped feet.
“Noooooo oh my god!” yelled Katy as she was caught off guard by this new attack, not believing Amber had it in her to register one last attack. Though not as skilled as the previous attack due to Amber’s own weakened state, the attack was still effective, as Katy began uncontrollably laughing while simultaneously trying to pull her feet from Amber’s attack and maintain her own tickle attack on Amber’s trapped foot.
Back and forth each girl went, neither relinquishing the other’s foot and neither able to pull her own foot away. Howls of laughter filled the living room, and had the apartment’s walls been any thinner, the neighbors may have become suspicious. Amber’s fingers had once again found Katy’s arches, and Katy’s foot lay prone to the attack, unable to even twist out of the way as a result of Amber’s weight holding it down. Katy’s fingers maintained constant contact with Amber’s instep, which was positioned perfectly for Katy to attack given Amber’s position. Neither girl wanted to relent, each feeling she was on the brink of insanity with laughter but feeling the need to continue her own tickle assault on her friend’s foot.
Finally, in unison, both girls screamed “Truce!” above their laughter and each stopped their tickle attack, neither letting go of the other’s foot until it was deemed safe. The two girls lay there for a moment catching their breath, both totally exhausted at what they had just been through.
“Let go of my foot,” Amber finally said.
“No way,” Katy replied. “Not until you get off of my foot.”
“On three?” Amber propositioned.
“One, two…” Katy began, eying her friend for any signs of duplicity. “Three.” Each girl let go of the other’s trapped foot, and Amber and Katy each pulled their respective feet to “safety” away from the hands of the other girl.
“Well, that was fun,” laughed Katy.
“Brat,” joked Amber. Neither girl had yet built up enough strength to move off the couch.
“Well so what do we do now?” asked Katy.
“What do you mean?” asked Amber.
“Do we just never wear nylons anymore?” asked Katy, half joking but also half serious. Yes, both girls were very ticklish to begin with, but tonight’s escapades had made it very clear that the girls were on another stratosphere in terms of ticklishness when they had nylons on.
“Ohhh,” thought Amber, genuinely giving the question thought. “I mean, that would kind of suck. They’ve been a lifesaver with this weather.”
“Yeah,” agreed Katy. “They were actually kind of comfortable before you came in here and started attacking me.” Both girls shared a laugh.
“And without them,” continued Amber, “what will I wear on formal occasions?”
“Same,” agreed Katy. “So, we could continue to wear them, then, but…” Katy asked, letting the question remain unspoken thought it remained obvious what she was about to say.
“I’ll still wear them if you still wear them,” proposed Amber, looking to Katy for a response.
“Deal,” agreed Katy.
Both girls were relieved. Though both were indescribably ticklish in nylons, neither really wanted to stop wearing them as a result. And of course, neither wanted the other girl to stop wearing them, either, for more devious reasons.
And so, the girls went on with their evening, Amber finally making the English muffin that had brought her into the living room in the first place and Katy finally finishing her reading as the local news played in the background, the station’s weather lady giving her latest update.
“Continue to bundle up these next few days,” she said. “Extra layers. This cold spell does not have an end in sight.”
Both girl’s minds began thinking of the possibilities…
Katy & Amber - Episode 1: The Discovery (f/f, nylons)
Happy reading!
OldEnglish
Katy strolled out of her bedroom and made her way down the hall to the living room. Amber hadn’t moved from the swivel chair as she sat in wait for Katy to return.
“What’s this?” asked Amber after surveying Katy up and down and stopping at her feet, which now had a pair of socks covering them.
“What do you mean?” asked Katy.
“You said you were going to change into nylons,” reminded Amber.
“Did I?” asked Katy, playing dumb while trying to cause grief for Amber.
“You know you did,” laughed Amber. “What gives? Why aren’t you wearing them?”
“Who says I’m not?” asked Katy, plopping herself down on the couch once again.
“Well?” asked Amber, growing jokingly frustrated at her friend’s stonewalling. “Are you?”
Katy laughed and pulled her leg up to her head, grabbing onto her ankle sock and pulling it slightly down to reveal the suntan nylons Katy had on underneath. Katy had indeed changed into nylons; she was genuinely interested if it would be comfortable enough to wear tomorrow as another chilly day had been predicted. But Katy had no interest in leaving herself vulnerable as Amber had done, especially with revenge now likely on Amber’s mind.
“That’s cheating!” laughed Amber at her friend’s revelation. “You can’t wear socks over them.”
“Why not?” retorted Katy. “You yourself said you usually do but you just didn’t want to do more laundry today.”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Amber said, knowing that she couldn’t deny that logic applied by her friend. Amber turned to her cell phone to check incoming messages as she mentally readjusted her game plan. Yes, she had wanted Katy in nylons to gain a measure of revenge, but Amber knew she couldn’t make it seem too obvious, if it hadn’t already. The key would be having Katy think that this was a comfortable alternative for those chilly days, and indeed it was. Amber knew if Katy bought into the idea then plenty of opportunities would present themselves over time.
Amber and Katy continued making small talk until Amber received a text message from her mother, asking her to call home. “’I’m gonna go call my mom for a bit,” Amber informed Katy.
“No problem,” replied Katy. “I should probably get some reading done anyways.” Katy grabbed her textbook from the coffee table before pulling a blanket over her body and stuffing a pillow behind her head.
“Yeah, sure,” laughed Amber. “Reading,” she joked, using air quotes around her final word before heading down the hallway to her bedroom to call her mother……
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Amber said goodbye to her mother and pressed the red button to end the call. She was shocked to find that she had been on the phone for over an hour with her mother, as it seemed like they had just started talking, but Amber and her mother had been close and each certainly missed the other while Amber was off at school. Amber looked over at the clock on the nightstand and was shocked at how late it was. Indeed, the evening seemed to have gotten away from her. A slight rumbling in her stomach reminded her that she was hungry, and the thought of an English muffin with melted butter and peanut butter sure sounded good right now.
Hooking her phone to the charger, Amber pushed herself off her bed and made her way down the hall towards the kitchen. When she entered the living room, she found Katy still sprawled out on the couch, though it seemed Katy had drifted off to sleep some time ago. Her head was propped up on a pillow and her right arm was up around her head, almost as if she had been scratching an itch when she fell asleep. It also didn’t seem like Katy had done much to prevent herself from falling asleep, for if the comforts of the pillow weren’t enough to make her drowsy, certainly the coziness of the blanket she had draped over her body would have been. Still, she had given it an honest effort, it seemed, as her textbook remained opened across her stomach on top of the blanket, its page number suggesting Katy hadn’t made it too far into her reading that evening.
“Katy?” said Amber, hoping that would be enough to wake Katy so Amber could continue her mission for her English muffin. But Katy didn’t budge. Amber repeated that technique, meeting the same lack of success as her previous attempt. If there was one thing Amber had known about Katy it was that she was a very sound sleeper. Amber walked over the edge of the couch and gave Katy a gentle nudge, hoping to finally pull her from her slumber. Again, Amber’s efforts were for naught, as she suspected, having seen Katy sleep through many a fire alarm during their previous year living in the dorms at school. Amber tried one more nudge, this time with a bit more force, though the only change in Katy’s status came in the form of her adjusting herself on the couch to seemingly ward off whatever “evil monster” was pushing her in her dreams. Katy turned her body so that she was now entirely flat on her back and she had straightened her legs out so that now from the end of the blanket were sticking out….
‘…her feet,’ thought Amber to herself, remembering the events from earlier in the day. Still clad in ankle socks, Katy’s feet were indeed now completely uncovered from the blanket, those few extra inches Katy having on Amber resulting in most of the apartments’ blankets not entirely covering her entire body. Amber tip-toed to the end of the couch and knelt on her knees to get a closer look, examining the slight gap that showed between the top of Katy’s sock and the bottom of Katy’s jeans. “She’s still wearing nylons,” said Amber out loud to no one, instantly cupping her hands over her mouth in astonishment at saying it out loud.
Amber looked down at her own feet, still clad in nylons themselves, and remembered back to the events of earlier in the evening, when Amber had been the subject of a brutal tickle attack at the hands of Katy. Amber had hidden the fact that nylons left her unbearably ticklish from Katy all these years – or so she had thought – but Katy had finally discovered it earlier today. And now here the two girls were once again, though this time, it was Katy who lay in a potentially vulnerable position, renewing Amber’s curiosity of whether nylons had the same effect on her friend.
Amber’s lower teeth lightly bit onto her upper lip as she surveyed the situation in front of her. ‘These socks have to go somehow,’ she thought to herself, careful this time to not say anything out loud. Not that it would have mattered anyways, as Katy was proving herself to be the deep sleeper that Amber knew her to be, but Amber still wanted to make certain that this opportunity was not lost. There were a lot of variables in this situation, so Amber wanted to make sure she went about this carefully.
Playing in Amber’s favor was the fact that Katy was fast asleep and hardly anything could wake her. That fact was certainly advantageous to Amber in her quest to remove these ankle socks from Katy’s feet. However, one surefire, foolproof method of waking Katy up was – in fact – by tickling her feet. This was a fact that Amber had exploited many, many times over the course of their friendship, whether it was when fooling around during some slumber party years earlier, when trying to wake up Katy as she slept through her alarm last year, or when just trying to be a brat when Katy was napping.
Thus, Amber found herself caught in a Catch-22; she hoped to take advantage of her friend’s and gain a measure of revenge by tickling her feet as she slept, but it was that very weakness that could snap Katy from her slumber and end Amber’s fun. Amber knew there was a fine line she had to adhere to in order to make the most of this opportunity. Fingernails were certainly out of the question; Katy’s feet were simply way too ticklish to handle the touch of a fingernail, and she’d surely wake up instantly. Looking down at her fingers, Amber knew she’d have to make sure that her nails did not make contact – at least initially. Amber also knew she had to be careful around Katy’s arches; indeed, Katy’s arches were her weak spot among weak spots, and should Amber focus too much of her attention on Katy’s arches at one time, Katy would surely awake. Amber knew all of this from years of tickling Katy’s bare feet as she slept, but she had never had the opportunity to do so while Katy was in nylons. If Amber’s suspicions were accurate and Katy’s feet were more ticklish in nylons, would that mean Amber had a smaller tickle-window in which to work without waking up Katy?
Also at the front of Amber’s mind was her own current situation; still with only nylons covering her own feet, Amber would need to make sure that whatever approach she used would be effective because she knew Katy would be more than happy to get her hands-on Amber’s feet should her plan fail. Amber considered removing her nylons, and would have had they been knee high nylons, but Amber worried that by the time she removed her jeans, removed her pantyhose, and then put her jeans back on, this perfect opportunity may be lost. Plus, even in that scenario, Amber would still be barefoot, so she’d still be incredibly vulnerable herself. ‘No,’ Amber thought to herself after weighing the options. ‘It’s best to just do it right now as is.’ With that decision made, Amber set about her plan.
Step one would, of course, be removing these socks. Amber knew that no sock could truly offer Katy any protection from a tickle attack, but she knew this added layer needed to be removed, especially if she were to get to the nylons underneath. Amber inches her hands closer and closer to Katy’s foot, trying to come up with the easiest way to remove the sock while doing so. Her right hand had almost reached Katy’s left foot when Katy repositioned herself, but in doing so, Katy’s foot brushed up against the tip of Amber’s nails, catching both Amber and Katy by surprise.
Katy’s left leg reacted as if it had been electrocuted, instantly recoiling back under the blanket away from whatever it was that had touched her foot before slowly finding its way out from the blanket again. Amber had almost tripped backwards, caught so off guard by Katy’s sudden movement and fearful that Katy would awaken. When she was comfortable that Katy was still asleep, Amber took stock of what had just happened.
‘Could she really be that ticklish?’ Amber thought to herself, a sly smile subconsciously forming on Amber’s face. After all, that had hardly been a direct hit; instead, her foot had brushed up against Amber’s nail. Yet Katy had still reacted much more feverishly than Amber had seen before; certainly, Katy had instinctively pulled her foot out of harm’s way with much more gusto than Amber was used to. ‘And she still has socks on,’ Amber continued, now salivating at the prospect of removing those socks and seeing Katy in her most vulnerable form.
Satisfied with the evidence gathered thus far, Amber once again went about her mission, this time paying extra attention to any sudden movements from Katy as her hands inched closer to Katy’s feet. Wit her right hand next to Katy’s left foot, Amber carefully moved her index finger closer to Katy’s ankle, hoping to be able to “hook” Katy’s sock to begin pulling it off.
At the first touch of Amber’s finger on her ankle, though, Katy squirmed on the couch, her sleeping self trying to move itself away from whatever was tickling her ankle. Amber held strong, though, and tried to hook her finger under the elastic of the sock despite Katy’s constant squirming. Katy started giggling, catching Amber off guard once again, fearful Katy may be awake, though Katy’s closed suggested otherwise.
‘Oh my gosh,’ though Amber, who at the same time was both frustrated and thrilled with how ticklish her friend seemed to be. This was the first “contact” Amber had made on nylons and, though it was merely on an ankle, it seemed that Katy could hardly handle it. Amber knew Katy’s ankles were ticklish – that was one of those ticklish spots that only a best friend would know about – but she also knew that they weren’t anywhere near as ticklish as it just seemed for Katy. The nylons did seem to make Katy significantly more ticklish, it would seem, though Amber now wondered if they made Katy TOO ticklish for this plan to work.
Determined now that the slow and steady approach was not going to work, Amber now instead jumped right in; in one motion, she hooked the sock with her index finger and pulled it right off, leaving in its place a size 6.5 foot that was now devoid of what was its only layer of protection. Amber took a moment to admire her work. It was actually sort of cute, in a way. Katy’s little foot just sat there, totally unaware of the peril that lay before it. But Amber knew that she couldn’t get distracted. She had a mission to accomplish and she had to continue.
Once again kneeling by the couch near Katy’s foot, Amber considered her options. Fingernails were clearly out of the question, even on bare feet. Would finger tips be too ticklish, as well? Amber was wracking her brain, trying to think of what else she could use, when she finally thought of something. It was unorthodox, to say the least, but could likely supply some form of data for Amber to continue her investigation: her hair. Amber took a handful of her own hair and moved it closer to Katy’s foot; fortunately, Amber’s long hair made this relatively easy. Amber lightly brushed the hair against the bottom of Katy’s foot, focusing on the ball of her foot at first. Katy’s foot instinctively twitched, as it did again when Amber repeated the technique.
Next, Amber again took her index finger, but this time targeted an area that Amber felt might not that ticklish: the top of Katy’s foot. Amber lazily drew a straight line with the tip of her finger on the top of Katy’s foot, starting up by the ankle area and ending right before the toes. Katy squirmed and giggled, twisting her upper body left and right as she struggled in her sleep. Amber hadn’t realized it yet – and certainly Katy hadn’t in her slumber – but all this twisting and turning her effectively wrapping Katy’s upper body up in the blanket, making movement all but impossible. Amber moved her finger over to the outer side of Katy’s foot, never relinquishing contact with the nylons along its journey. Katy continued to giggle under this slow attack, unable to mount any sort of defense in her sleep.
As if the actual tickling sensation wasn’t enough, Amber’s exploration of Katy’s foot had caused Katy to begin to dream she was being tickled, as well. In her dream, Katy’s leg had become stuck and invisible minions were tickling her foot without mercy. It was too much for Katy to handle, and the actual tickling that Amber was inflicting was sending Katy over the edge. Amber noticed this and paused her attack, waiting for Katy to return to a normal state in her sleep.
Satisfied that her friend did indeed suffer the same weakness as she had, Amber knew it was now time to ramp it up. Amber knew that revenge could only be served with an all-out tickle attack, similar to what Katy had put her through earlier. Amber cautiously lifted her own right leg and draped it over Katy’s body, placing it in between Katy’s right hip and the couch cushions as she gently sat down on Katy’s legs. This position left Katy’s legs completely trapped under Amber’s weight and the blanket served as a restraint, as well, rendering Katy even more defenseless in this process.
Amber’s position afforded her ample access to Katy’s feet, as she looked down at a bird’s eye view of her targets. Katy still had her right sock on, but Amber made quick work of that, pulling that off in one motion and being rewarded with more giggles coming from Katy at the other end of the couch. Amber needed only bend her head down to have the tip of her hair rest against the tops of Katy’s toes, a movement Amber used a couple of times, each time sending Katy ‘s feet twitching out of the way of the tickly hair.
Amber was now poised for the attack. It would be an all-out, take-no-prisoners kind of tickle attack. The fingernails were ready. The way Amber was sitting would allow her to use both hands to tickle Katy as she used her body weight and her legs to hold Katy’s legs down. The blanket would do the rest. Amber still was not aware that Katy had wrapped her upper body up in the blanket through all her wiggling and squirming. Nor was she aware that her position also left her in a somewhat vulnerable position, as well. Sitting on her knees, Amber’s feet were sticking out behind her, with her feet resting dangerously close to Katy’s hands under the blankets. Worse, this was all behind Amber, out of her sight, so she had no idea how vulnerable a position she could be in were it not for the blanket holding Katy’s upper body in check.
‘Time to get to work,’ thought Amber, and with that, she brought the tips of the fingernail of each index finger and drew a line down the bottom of Katy’s foot from heel to toe. Katy’s body jolted from this ticklish feeling and nearly sent Amber flying off the couch. Katy woke up instantly from this attack on the bottom of her feet, instantly confused about what was going on.
“What are you doing?” Katy asked groggily, still not fully aware of her predicament.
“You had tuckered yourself out reading, so I thought you could use some laughs,” said Amber as she gently brought her fingers once again to the bottom of Katy’s feet.
Any uncertainty in Katy’s mind was immediately erased at this point, as she eyes bugged out of her head and Katy instantly screamed “Noooo” in as forceful a voice as one could as one is beginning to laugh. Amber’s assault had begun, and now she brought all her free fingers to the bottom of each of Katy’s feet, dancing those finger nails along the nylon material as quickly as she could. Katy was promptly overcome with laughter, as the trifecta of the sneak attack, the blankets holding her down, and the nylons made it pure ticklish agony for her. She could only throw her head back and laugh as Amber explored every area of her foot.
“Uh-oh,” said Amber in her best baby voice. “Looks like someone else is pretty ticklish in nylons, too, huh?” she finished, continuing her constant assault on Katy’s feet.
It was true. Certainly, it was entirely evident at this point, but Katy had known it was true even before this tickle attack had been orchestrated. After all, much like Amber, there was a reason Katy rarely let her friend find her in nylons without shoes on. Many a family holiday Katy’s mom would make her dress to the nines, always in a nice dress and cute shoes and always in either tights or, as Katy grew older, pantyhose. And Katy’s older cousins loved tickling her at these events. Katy was the youngest and easily the most ticklish, so there was little she could do. She had often been the subject of many a tickle attack at the hands of her older cousins growing up, but it had been those holiday tickle attacks that had been the worst. And as they all aged and their reasoning skills developed, it didn’t take a lot to realize that it was the pantyhose that were making Katy all the more ticklish on those days. Maybe had Katy only had male cousins it might not have occurred to them, but Katy’s older female cousins were quick to notice, for though they would never admit it until years later, they too were also much more ticklish in nylons, as well.
Katy hadn’t been tickled like this in some time. Amber had her good and, with whatever thought Katy was able to form through the laughter, Katy knew it. Though Katy likely could be considered the more skilled tickler of the two friends, she was also the more ticklish, and whatever advantage she may have had earlier in the day in discovering how ticklish Amber was in nylons was now completely erased with Amber’s discovery of how ticklish Katy was in nylons.
“Amber, please” Katy forced out through the laughter. “You ha ha ha ha have to stop” Katy pleaded, knowing that her pleas would fall on deaf ears.
“Oh no chance sister,” laughed Amber, realizing just how “bad” she had Katy. “I’m just getting started,” she added, as she began using the tips of her fingernails to make little circles on the arch of each of Katy’s feet. Katy nearly lept out of her skin. Her arches were her most ticklish spot, and that was only heightened now by the nylons. Katy fell into silent laughter at this assault, hoping that even if Amber showed no mercy, she would at least move away from her arches.
Amber did indeed let up for a moment to allow Katy to catch her breath. This was to be a lengthy attack, and Amber didn’t want Katy running out of oxygen right away. And of course, she didn’t want her friend to suffer, either. “You OK back there?” asked Amber.
To the untrained eye, it would seem as though Amber was in the process of absolutely torturing Katy, but this was nothing new between the girls. Yes, the introduction of the nylons did certainly make this a more ticklish feeling for Katy, but each girl had delivered their fair share of all-out tickle attacks on the other to allow each to know when to give the other a break.
Catching her breath, Katy again began to plead. “Amber, oh my god, you have to stop,” she began. Though both incredibly ticklish, each girl had their own way of handling being tickled. Amber usually only laughed, unable to focus on anything other than the tickling that was rendering her helpless at that particular moment. Katy, on the other hand, tried her best to reason with her tickler as best she could. It was useless and never resulted in the tickler stopping, but Katy’s approach had never wavered. “Amber, I’m so sorry. This is so ticklish. You can’t.”
“Oh, if it’s so ticklish, I absolutely can,” laughed Amber once again beginning her assault on Katy’s feet. Katy once again jumped as best she could beneath the blankets before beginning to laugh uncontrollably once again. Each jump loosened the blankets entrapping Katy’s upper body more and more, and though she was unable to put forth much strength herself to free herself, the jumps caused by Amber’s sudden attacks were doing the trick. For now, though, Katy could only laugh as she tried to beg for mercy.
“Am ha ha ha ha ber,” Katy struggled, “Pleeeeease ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.” She could hardly get the words out, the tickling overcoming her too much to allow her to form the words. Amber was having nothing of it, though, as she continues her relentless attack, tracing her fingernails along Katy’s heels, across her instep, over the ball of her foot, and around her arches. Each time Amber reached the arches, Katy jumped just a little more, as the bind that was the blanket began to come more and more loose.
Amber once again gave Katy a quick reprieve. “Looks like you’re pretty defenseless when it comes to nylons,” Amber laughed at her friend as she struggled to catch her breath.
“Oh my god, Amber,” began Katy. “Is that what you want? Amber, it’s so much more ticklish in nylons. I admit it. Please you have to staaaaaaaaaaaahp” Katy was saying, unable to finish her thought as Amber had once again introduced the tips of her fingernails to Katy’s unsuspecting arches. One more time, Katy nearly lept out of her skin, though this time, she lept with such force, the blanket that bound her upper body had become loose, allowing Katy for the first time the ability to move around, and she did so in earnest, hoping to be able to power her way out of her predicament. She was too lost to the laughter, though, to gain any sort of power, and she fell back down on the couch in a heap of laughter as Amber focused squarely on Katy’s arches.
When it seemed that Katy had had enough and needed a break, Amber once again afforded her one. “Amber,” Katy laughed, once again trying to reason with her friend. “I’m going to pee my pants. This is so ticklish,” she pleaded, not realizing how much her admission of it being ticklish was only fueling Amber’s desire to extract more ticklish revenge.
Amber laughed at her friend, relishing the advantage that she had. “The nylons are brutal, aren’t they?” teased Amber.
‘Nylons,’ thought Katy, quickly looking down to Amber’s feet to see if she still had nylons on herself. Amber had been tickled Katy silly for at least the last five minutes, to say nothing of the assault done while Katy was sleeping, but much had changed since this attack had begun. Yes, Katy’s makeup had run as the tears of laughter ran down her face, and yes, Katy was considerably weaker now as a result of having laughed for so long.
But not all was against Katy. As a result of jumping so much, Katy had untucked the blanket that had been holding her upper body captive, and she now had full movement whereas before she had been trapped. In addition, the twisting and squirming had altered Amber’s position as Amber pressed her weight down on Katy more and more to hold Katy down. In doing so, Amber’s right knee had fallen in between the cushions of the couch, and the angle that her leg now lay as a result of her knee being wedged in resulted in Amber’s foot being essentially at eye level with Katy. Worse, still, for Amber, was that she was completely oblivious to the fact that she was now vulnerable herself, as she was looking over only her left shoulder and unable to see the positioning of her right foot.
But Katy noticed. And it didn’t take long for the wheels to spin in Katy’s head and before Amber could begin a new assault, Katy has latched her right arm around Amber’s right ankle and placed it in a headlock, completely catching Amber by surprise. Amber fell forward, removing some of the weight that had been holding Katy’s legs down. Katy wasted no time, using all five fingers on her left hand to begin as strong a tickle attack on Amber’s trapped foot as she could.
Amber jolted with a paroxysm of laughter, completely unprepared for this attack and not really sure how it had even happened. “Crap, no!” was all Amber could get out before being overcome with laughter once again, her decision to not change out of nylons earlier in the night now coming back to bite her big time. Though laughing uncontrollably on the outside, she cursed herself on the inside, wishing she hadn’t been so lazy and had only taken her own nylons off. Yes, her fate wouldn’t have been much better had she been barefoot, but she might not have been overcome so quickly with laughter as she was now in nylons.
Amber knew she was in trouble. Katy had had full control of her foot for about 20 seconds at this point, and Amber was struggling. Things had turned so quickly for her. Less than a minute ago, it was Amber who was in full control, and yet now, Amber was just a few seconds away from losing her mind once again as she fell victim to Katy’s skilled tickling fingers. She knew she didn’t have much time, but the tickling attack had thrown her off her usual position and she was having trouble keeping her eyes open, making finding Katy’s feet more difficult.
Katy knew she had regained control as she saw Amber weakening from the laughter that resulted in the tickle attack. But Katy was also very aware of her own vulnerability, as her legs remained trapped under both the blanket and Amber’s weight. Though she could not see her feet, she could feel that they were still sticking out from the blanket, leaving them in an uncovered, defenseless position. She had to try to pull her legs free. Even if she could only get her feet back under the covers, she would afford herself more protection, so she could focus solely on tickling Amber.
Little did Katy know, though, that her attempts to pull her legs free from their helpless position only drew Amber’s attention to them, as she was able to feel Katy’s feet twisting and turning under her body. Despite her hysterical laughter, Amber focused what she could on snaking her arms under her body, and just as unexpectedly as Katy had begun her tickle assault on Amber, Amber’s fingers once again found Katy’s trapped feet.
“Noooooo oh my god!” yelled Katy as she was caught off guard by this new attack, not believing Amber had it in her to register one last attack. Though not as skilled as the previous attack due to Amber’s own weakened state, the attack was still effective, as Katy began uncontrollably laughing while simultaneously trying to pull her feet from Amber’s attack and maintain her own tickle attack on Amber’s trapped foot.
Back and forth each girl went, neither relinquishing the other’s foot and neither able to pull her own foot away. Howls of laughter filled the living room, and had the apartment’s walls been any thinner, the neighbors may have become suspicious. Amber’s fingers had once again found Katy’s arches, and Katy’s foot lay prone to the attack, unable to even twist out of the way as a result of Amber’s weight holding it down. Katy’s fingers maintained constant contact with Amber’s instep, which was positioned perfectly for Katy to attack given Amber’s position. Neither girl wanted to relent, each feeling she was on the brink of insanity with laughter but feeling the need to continue her own tickle assault on her friend’s foot.
Finally, in unison, both girls screamed “Truce!” above their laughter and each stopped their tickle attack, neither letting go of the other’s foot until it was deemed safe. The two girls lay there for a moment catching their breath, both totally exhausted at what they had just been through.
“Let go of my foot,” Amber finally said.
“No way,” Katy replied. “Not until you get off of my foot.”
“On three?” Amber propositioned.
“One, two…” Katy began, eying her friend for any signs of duplicity. “Three.” Each girl let go of the other’s trapped foot, and Amber and Katy each pulled their respective feet to “safety” away from the hands of the other girl.
“Well, that was fun,” laughed Katy.
“Brat,” joked Amber. Neither girl had yet built up enough strength to move off the couch.
“Well so what do we do now?” asked Katy.
“What do you mean?” asked Amber.
“Do we just never wear nylons anymore?” asked Katy, half joking but also half serious. Yes, both girls were very ticklish to begin with, but tonight’s escapades had made it very clear that the girls were on another stratosphere in terms of ticklishness when they had nylons on.
“Ohhh,” thought Amber, genuinely giving the question thought. “I mean, that would kind of suck. They’ve been a lifesaver with this weather.”
“Yeah,” agreed Katy. “They were actually kind of comfortable before you came in here and started attacking me.” Both girls shared a laugh.
“And without them,” continued Amber, “what will I wear on formal occasions?”
“Same,” agreed Katy. “So, we could continue to wear them, then, but…” Katy asked, letting the question remain unspoken thought it remained obvious what she was about to say.
“I’ll still wear them if you still wear them,” proposed Amber, looking to Katy for a response.
“Deal,” agreed Katy.
Both girls were relieved. Though both were indescribably ticklish in nylons, neither really wanted to stop wearing them as a result. And of course, neither wanted the other girl to stop wearing them, either, for more devious reasons.
And so, the girls went on with their evening, Amber finally making the English muffin that had brought her into the living room in the first place and Katy finally finishing her reading as the local news played in the background, the station’s weather lady giving her latest update.
“Continue to bundle up these next few days,” she said. “Extra layers. This cold spell does not have an end in sight.”
Both girl’s minds began thinking of the possibilities…
