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Hey all,
Installment three of the series, featuring the introduction of a new character.
Happy Reading,
OldEnglish
Katy & Amber - Episode 1: The Discovery (f/f, nylons)
Katy & Amber - Episode 2: Later That Evening (f/f, nylons)
Katy & Amber featuring Nicki - Episode 3: The After Party (ff/f, nylons)
The region remained gripped in this unprecedented cold spell that had paralyzed the area, forcing most of its residents to seek the warmer confines of the indoors instead of venturing out, especially during the evening hours when temperatures dipped to their lowest points. To this point, Amber and Katy had followed the same path, opting to either get homework done or catch up on some Netflix in place of going out.
The girls had grown restless, though, and desperately sought a change to their recently mundane evenings, so when Amber caught wind of a party going on in one of the dorms on Thursday night, she instantly considered it a welcome change of pace. She had shared the details with Katy, who was hesitant at first given the frigid temperatures. At the persuasion of Amber and Nicki, the girl’s friend who was joining them for pizza on the night this plan was hatched, Katy finally agreed, and the three girls all agreed that perhaps the party was the panacea for their boredom.
Ultimately, the party hadn’t been what the girls were hoping, since few other people dared venture outside in the cold. Sure, it had been nice to get out of their apartment for a change, and sure, Amber and Nicki were certainly feeling a slight buzz from imbibing one or two beverages while there, but the party had turned into little more than a small group of people standing around wondering if anyone else was showing up.
Thus, the three girls found themselves back at Katy and Amber’s apartment much earlier, and much colder, than they had anticipated.
“Oh my gosh, my feet are killing me,” complained Nicki, stepping gingerly from the doorway into the living space of the apartment. “I knew wearing these boots was going to be a bad idea,” she winced, bending down to rub the side of her foot.
“Make yourself at home,” urged Amber. “Take them off.”
“You don’t mind?” asked Nicki. While most considered it proper etiquette to remove one’s shoes when entering someone’s house, Nicki felt the opposite; unless necessary for obvious reasons such as cleanliness, Nicki had grown up feeling it rude to remove one’s shoes at someone’s house without first being offered.
“Mind? Not at all,” replied Amber with a wave of her hand. “Mine are already off,” she added, pointing to the area besides the door where the girls generally flung their shoes when they arrived home. Indeed, Amber’s ankle booties were already deposited there, turned on their side as if she, too, could not want to get them off upon her arrival home.
Nicki began unlacing her thigh-high boots, the initial blast of cool air a welcome relief for her feet, for though it had been frigid outside, the combination of the thigh-high boots, the black pantyhose, and the black ankle socks that Nicki had worn over her pantyhose had left her incredibly warm. A red knee length skirt and a white blouse had completed Nicki’s outfit for the evening. Nicki stood for a moment flexing her feet, enjoying their new-found freedom, as she watched Amber walk towards the living room.
Amber was the shortest of the three girls and now, without even the benefit of the added inches from her ankle booties, her short stature certainly was on display as she walked in her panty-hosed feet. Amber had worn a tight-fitting gray dress that extended just to her thighs, if that. Though certainly tasteful and able to be worn in public, Amber’s outfit certainly belied the fact that she had been single for much longer than her liking, and one of the things that had captured her attention about this party was the fact that there might be some cute guys there. Alas, there were not, so the only thing Amber had left the party with were the chills, as her outfit certainly did not offer much warmth. Shivering her hands against her arms, Amber plopped down on the couch and pulled the blanket over her to warm up.
Katy, while still dressing nicely, had not gone to the extremes as Amber had, instead opting for a skirt that extended to her knees and a nice sweater to keep her warm. Amber has also worn pantyhose – the girls decided it would be the best way to keep their legs warm – and her tan pantyhose were still shod in a pair of basic black stiletto pumps. Katy, already the largest of the three friends, now almost dwarfed her companions as she remained in her pumps.
“Kick your shoes off and join us, Kate,” encouraged Amber as she made her way to the living room, confident now that her feet were ache-free.
“I will in a minute,” responded Katy, veering right into the kitchen to check the answering machine for messages. Despite the girls’ insistence that this was the twenty-first century, both sets of parents insisted the girls still have a land line and an answering machine if something should happen to their cell phones.
In the living room, Amber snuggled under the blanket, cozying herself up on the couch, while Nicki looked around for the best place to sit. “I’ll let Katy have the swivel chair,” announced Nicki as she plopped down on the couch, coming to rest right on top of Amber’s legs.
“Hey, you big oaf!” joked Amber as she was driven out of her comfort. “Watch it!”
“Oh, come on,” insisted Nicki. “I don’t weigh that much. Plus, this way, Katy can have the swivel chair.”
The girls rested on the couch, its cushiony pillows blanketing the two in comfort. Nicki crossed her legs at the knee and turned her head a bit to see into the kitchen, wondering what was taking Katy so long. She could hear the constant clomping of Katy’s stilettoes as she walked across the tile of the kitchen floor, each noisy step disclosing her direction.
“I don’t know how she is still in those heels,” said Nicki, still very much aware of how achy her own feet had been moments ago.
“She loves them, that’s for sure,” said Amber absentmindedly, her thoughts lost a bit as she was still feeling a slight buzz from her beverages that evening. Amber and Nicki were both indeed acting a little sillier and goofier than usual, both alcohol-influenced, of course. Katy, the designated driver of the evening, had refrained from indulgence, opting instead for water that she had carried with her in her purse.
Eventually, the clomping of Katy’s stilettoes suggested that she was making her way out of the kitchen and into the living room. Both girls looked up to her as she entered the room. Katy laughed seeing the two of them, Amber sprawled out with a blanket trying to cover her body for warmth, and Nicki sitting on top of Amber’s legs. “I saved the swivel chair for you,” pointed Nicki, motioning Katy to sit down. “I bet you want to sit down after walking around in those heels all night.”
“I’ll be fine,” said Katy, sitting down in the chair anyways. “I’m going to go get changed in a little bit anyways. But you two certainly look...” began Katy, before something caught her eye, and then quickly finishing “...comfy”, hoping no one noticed the subtle pause in her statement.
Something had indeed caught Katy’s eye. Unbeknownst to either Amber or Nicki, when Nicki sat on Amber’s legs, the blanket that had been covering Amber’s legs pulled up a little, as it would be wont to do with the added weight of Nicki resting on top of it. That slight change had now resulted in the end of the blanket coming only to the tops of Amber’s toes, almost acting as a tunnel of sorts to see under the blanket. And it was what was under that tunnel that had caught Katy’s eyes: Amber’s feet, now with only nylons covering them, completely unprotected and, even better, held down by Nicki’s weight.
It had been a couple of days since the girls had officially discovered how ticklish the other was when in nylons. It had only whetted Katy’s appetite for doing it again, though she was cognizant of a couple of issues preventing her from taking advantage. For one, this was a slightly different situation for Katy, as usually, opportunities for tickle fights or to sneak in pokes here and there just came up naturally. Instead, this time Katy was seeking opportunities, secretly checking to see if she could tell if Amber had nylons on each day without fully coming out and asking. That fact gave Katy pause, for she was not sure if this seemingly insatiable appetite for tickling her friend’s feet in nylons would be deemed “weird”. It wasn’t anything sexual that Katy was feeling, she reasoned, but she still felt uncertain.
Of course, also giving Katy pause was the fact that, like her friend, Katy herself was also incredibly more ticklish in nylons. Already likely slightly more ticklish than Amber, the nylons did nothing to bridge that gap; if anything, possibly even extending it and making Katy even more ticklish depending on if her arches were involved. And given the fact that both girls had pretty much taken to wearing pantyhose religiously over the course of the last week in an effort to add an extra layer of warmth to combat this cold, Katy was eminently aware of her own vulnerability, even as she sat here in pantyhose now.
But… ‘If only there were a way Nicki might tickle Amber,’ Katy began thinking to herself.
The setup was perfect. With both girls sporting a slight buzz, they were both slightly goofier than usual and, perhaps, more apt to fall into a ruse should Katy begin one.
In addition to that, Amber’s feet were just… there. Literally the only thing preventing Amber’s feet from being totally exposed was a small couch blanket that balanced delicately on top of Amber’s toes. One movement could easily cause the blanket to fall, exposing Amber’s feet in the process. ‘And who could resist tickling someone’s feet If they saw them trapped like that?’ Katy reasoned to herself.
Finally, the fact that it was Nicki who was sitting on Amber’s legs gave Katy confidence that Nicki would not be able to pass up the opportunity. The girls had only known Nicki for a short period of time, though they had grown close during that time frame. Though neither Katy knew if Nicki was ticklish nor Nicki know if Amber or Katy were ticklish, Katy had enough circumstantial evidence to conclude that Nicki would not be one to pass up the opportunity to mess with Amber. Indeed, Katy herself had instinctively gone into “defense mode” one night when hanging with Nicki in her dorm, as Nicki and her roommate argued over control of the remote control, with Nicki eventually gaining control with threats of “tickle torture” to her roommate.
Thus, it was decided in Katy’s mind. The plan was in place. Step one would involve somehow coercing movement out of the girls so that the piece of blanket blocking Amber’s feet from Nicki’s view would slide away. Step two would be to make sure that Nicki noticed Amber’s vulnerability. Finally, step three would be to inconspicuously give Nicki reason to want to tickle Amber --- if necessary.
“Nicki, do you mind tossing me that pillow over there?” asked Katy, pointing to a pillow that rested on top of the couch.
“You got it, Kate,” answered Nicki, leaning to her left to grab the pillow for Katy. As she leaned, her weight shifted even more towards Amber’s head and away from her feet, and before Nicki even had the pillow in hand, what little of the blanket had been covering Amber’s feet had been pulled back, leaving Amber’s feet totally exposed to both Katy and Nicki’s view.
Success.
“You’re a peach,” Katy said, blowing Nicki a pretend kiss in the air for her hospitality, though in reality Katy was secretly thanking Nicki for making step one of the trap so easy.
Time for step two…
“So, what’s the issue with your boots?” Katy asked Nicki, steering the conversation to shoes for the moment.
“Well,” began Nicki, “I really should have gone up an extra half-size, but they didn’t have that in stock, and I really liked the shoes, so, you know me, I just bought the smaller size and hoped they’d be OK.” Nicki outstretched her legs in front of her and rolled her ankles to illustrate to Katy.
“Yeah, I’ve been there,” agreed Katy. “But sometimes you just have to let fashion win, right?” All three girls laughed. “Yeah you and Amber were so quick to kick off your shoes, you both must have been in a lot of pain.”
All three girls laughed again, with Nicki instinctively looking over to Amber’s feet at Katy’s mention. Nicki had most definitely now noticed Amber’s feet, and Katy was almost certain that she could make out Nicki’s gaze lasting perhaps a little longer than normal, as if Nicki may have been processing something in her mind at the sight of Amber’s feet, but Katy could not tell with any degree of certainty.
More success.
Now the difficult part... Either sit back and wait for Nicki to do something, or discreetly encourage Nicki to do something… Katy was never one for waiting.
“You OK under there?” Amber, Katy asked her friend, being rewarded with a thumbs-up from her cozy companion. “Phew, that’s a relief,” Katy said, nonchalantly falling back into her swivel chair a bit. “I know you were saying earlier you thought Nicki had a bony behind, so I’m glad it’s OK!”
Nicki reacted with a gasp, pretending to take great offense to Amber’s alleged statement. “You cheeky monkey!” shouted Nicki towards Amber, playfully slapping at her wrists with her hands, albeit unsuccessfully.
“She’s lying,” laughed Amber, “but good job failing in your attempts to hit me,” she added, mocking Nicki’s attempts.
Katy found herself subconsciously moving up to the edge of the chair, eager to see if the seeds she had planted would bear fruit. If this didn’t work, Katy wasn’t sure what would.
“Oh really?” Nicki asked, a look of resolve coming over her face as she sized up Amber. “Well then,” she continued, not one to back down from a challenge as this. “I guess I’ll have to come up with a more fool-proof plan.”
With that, Nicki turned her head to her right and looked down to Amber’s trapped feet, lightly dragging one finger down the bottom of Amber’s right foot as a test to see if this would be a more successful attempt.
Jackpot. Amber‘s body instantly jolted as though she had been hit by lightning, as this attack had caught her totally off-guard. “Nooooo!” she shouted as her body instantly reacted, as she was not sitting up rather than laying on her back as she had been a moment ago.
Nicki laughed at this discovery. She had assumed Amber would be ticklish – who isn’t? – but wasn’t expecting a reaction as strong as that. “Oooooo,” Nicki laughed, “a bit ticklish, are we?”
As much as Nicki was laughing at this, Amber was quickly realizing her vulnerable position and was all too aware of the fact that Katy was just a few feet away and likely very eager to get in some tickle attacks on Amber, as well. “Please don’t tickle my feet,” Amber begged, trying to grab a hold of Nicki’s hands to pull them out of striking distance.
Nicki continued laughing. “Seems I’ve uncovered a weakness,” she said to Katy in her best scientific voice. Amber once again voiced her objection to this, to which Nicki said, “Looks like this may require additional research.”
This was working perfectly for Katy; she couldn’t have written it up better if she tried. The opposite was the case for Amber, who promptly fell back on her back laughing the moment that Nicki’s fingers made contact once again with her feet.
Nicki wasn’t messing around. A goofball at heart as it was, any inhibition was removed thanks to the slight buzz she was sporting, and her zealous attack was only fueled by Amber’s reactions. Nicki’s fingers danced across Amber’s trapped feet, which despite every effort, were not able to escape the path of the probing digits.
Nicki’s unrelenting attack was too much for Amber, who realized she was quickly losing any hope of control. Her laughter was non-stop, and, already at a disadvantage in terms of height, any attempt she may have made to power out of her predicament was becoming more and more futile with each pass of Nicki’s fingers.
So much was working against Amber. Those nylons. Being caught off-guard. Those nylons. Amber’s nails. Those nylons. Being trapped and unable to move. And those nylons… Why did they have to make Amber so ticklish? Really, who in their right mind thought, during the creation process, that it would be a good idea to make these so unbearably ticklish that they’d render the wearer helpless? It had to be a man, right? Or did they just happen to product test these on someone who had lost feeling in her legs and, thus, this side effect went unnoticed until the product went public?
Thus, it was all that Amber could do to simply try to maintain some semblance of control, though she was quickly losing even that battle. “Katy, hellllllppp” Amber managed to eek out over her controlled laughter.
Katy didn’t need to be asked twice. She instantly got out of her chair and moved over to Amber’s feet, eager to get in some tickle action herself. This caught even Nicki off guard, momentarily pausing her tickle attack to re-direct Katy. “I’ve got her feet. You get somewhere else,” she motioned.
“Nooooooo” was all Amber could get out before once again exploding into a fit of giggles. “A ha ha ha ha ha,” she laughed, each touch of Nicki’s fingers on her feet causing more and more laughter. “Please ha ha ha ha,” begged Amber.
Amber’s pleas fell on deaf ears, of course. Katy surveyed the situation, disappointed to not be able to do some damage of her own on Amber’s feet but willing to explore additional tickle areas. It wasn’t as if Amber lacked ticklish spots, that’s for sure. Katy’s eyes quickly locked on her target: Amber’s thighs. Katy wasn’t sure if Amber was ticklish there, but she knew that she was ticklish herself there; it was actually one of Katy’s most ticklish spots, and one that not many people were aware of. Amber’s squirming had pushed the blanket from her legs, leaving her thighs completely exposed. Amber bent down by Nicki’s feet to get close to Amber’s thighs and began her attack.
Amber nearly jumped out of her skin the second Katy’s fingers made contact with her thighs. As if Nicki tickling her feet weren’t enough, this double attack was unbearable and left Amber now unable to even utter a word beyond her laughter. “A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,” she gasped, desperately trying to squirm her way out of her predicament.
Katy’s attack had double the consequences for Amber. Beyond just adding to the ticklish sensations that were completely overwhelming her, Amber’s thighs were also one of the most sensitive spots on her body, and any boyfriend who had dated Amber knew that she could not bear to have her thighs played with. Now, adding in the effect of the pantyhose, the fact that was trapped, the effect of Katy’s nails, and her already weakened state from being tickled, the sensitivity of Amber’s thighs was multiplied, and every touch from Katy was having more and more effect on Amber.
But Amber was helpless... Not that she was too excited at the prospect of admitting that Katy’s tickle attack was also turning her on, Amber couldn’t even get the words out if she wanted to. The laughter was all-encompassing, completely overwhelming Amber. Any attempt to refocus her attention was met with failure, as well. Trying to block out the sensations of Katy’s hands on her thighs only made her more cognizant of the damage that Nicki’s nails were doing on her feet, and likewise, attempting to not focus on Nicki’s unrelenting attack only made the sensations from Katy’s fingers all the more unbearable. It was the proverbial Catch-22, and Amber didn’t know what to do.
Katy was so focused on her tickle attack and the seemingly new discovery of a very ticklish spot on Amber that she hadn’t heard Nicki trying to get her attention. Indeed, Nicki had tried to get Katy’s attention three times, but Katy’s laser-focus on Amber’s thighs combined with Amber’s hysterical laughter had made it so that she simply did not hear Nicki. Thus, when Katy felt Nicki grab onto her own ankle and pull off her heel, now exposing her own foot, she was completely caught unaware and instantly yelled out “No, not me!” thinking she was now the focus of Nicki’s attack.
Fortunately for Katy, that was not the case. She hadn’t realized it at the time, but Katy had been banging her heels into Nicki’s legs, and the point of the stiletto was not a feeling Nicki wanted digging into her shin.
Time stood still for a moment for the three girls. Amber was given a brief reprieve from an otherwise unrelenting tickle attack as Katy and Nicki processed what had happened. Katy was nervous, fearful that her over-the-top reaction to Nicki innocently removing her heels would suggest Katy’s own extreme ticklishness to Nicki. For the time being, Nicki seemed focused on Amber as the victim, and if she had any inclination that Katy’s response spoke of an additional ticklish victim in the room, she made no hint of it outwardly.
Before Amber could even catch her breath, the tickling began again, just as fevered as before. Amber was instantaneously overwhelmed with laughter once again, crushed that she had lost out on an opportunity to tell Katy to cut it out with her thighs. She tried as best as she could, but any attempt came out only as, “Ka ha ha ha ha ha.. Ka ha ha haha ha….” – clearly not the coherent approach Amber had wanted. Katy quickly began on Amber’s thighs again, rekindling all the sensations Amber had felt during the previous attack.
Katy’s methods were driving Amber insane. Katy was constantly changing technique, never allowing Amber the opportunity to become used to a sensation for more than five seconds. Katy would alternate between pinching Amber’s thighs with her thumb and index finger to rotating her wrists so that she could focus her four fingers more on Amber’s inner thigh to crossing her arms in an “X” so her thumbs could focus on the small amount of fat that jiggled on Amber’s thighs.
Of course, it wasn’t just the attack on her thighs that was weakening Amber. Nicki was relentless in her attack on Amber’s feet, even including the occasional “Cootchie cootchie coo” and “Tickle tickle tickle” that further turned Amber into mush. Amber’s legs were completely trapped under Nicki’s weight, and she was unable to even twist and turn her feet so that one might cover the other. Worse still, Nicki would occasionally take one hand and pull back on Amber’s toes of one foot, making it so Amber’s foot couldn’t even benefit from the occasional wrinkle to block out the ticklish sensation. Nicki was skilled at the craft of tickle torture, that was for sure, and she wasn’t holding any punches in her attack on Amber.
Amber was in a panic, unsure of the end result of this attack. Sure, she had been tickled before, but this was different. Would Nicki ever stop tickling her feet, or was she buzzed enough that she wouldn’t realize when to stop? How would Amber let Katy know what was happening to her as Katy played with her thighs? What if Katy didn’t stop? Amber could already feel the two sensations combining, tossing her head back in laughter from Nicki’s attack as her back arched up off the couch as a result of Katy’s attack. Amber felt so helpless, unable to even voice to Katy what effect she was having on her because the pantyhose tickled so.
And those darn pantyhose! Amber had never had a boyfriend touch her thighs when she had pantyhose on, so she was unprepared to discover that just as nylons made her feet all the more ticklish, they also made her thighs all the more sensitive. Amber was certain that would eventually be overcome, her laughter becoming deeper and deeper as it seemed as though her brain could only register the thigh tickle attack.
Amber gathered up all available strength she could muster in one last ditch attempt to put an end to this. If this was unsuccessful, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer.
“Ka ha ha ha Ka ha ha KAAAATEEEEEEEE” she managed to scream, bring both Katy and Nicki to pause their attacks.
“What’s wrong girl?” asked Katy, catching her own breath as she hadn’t realized she had been laughing so hard, but never really taking her hands off of Amber’s thighs.
“Let go of my thi-i-i-i-i-ighs” shouted Amber through her laughter.
“Awwww are they tickiwish?” asked Katy in baby-tone, laughing at Amber’s predicament.
“You’re making me horny as hell!” Amber shouted.
There. It was out there. Amber couldn’t believe she had said it, but it had to be said. If she hadn’t said it, there was no telling when – or if – they’d stop their attack. And if their attack didn’t end soon, Amber knew she wouldn’t be able to hang on much longer. She could feel it building up inside of her. It was just too much. Even though it was her friend and clearly not intended, the pantyhose magnified the sensitivity of her thighs so much that she couldn’t combat it.
All three girls looked at each other. Neither Katy not Nicki expected to hear that, just as Amber hadn’t expected to say it. Amber was embarrassed. She didn’t necessarily mind if Katy knew – she hadn’t intended for her to know, but they had been friends for long enough – but Nicki was still a new friend, and this sort of information wasn’t exactly one of the first things shared among friends, buzz or no buzz.
It was Nicki who broke the silence. “You’re kidding,” she asked, unsure if this was just a cunning attempt by Amber to end the tickling. Seeing Amber shake her head no, a sly smile crept on Nicki’s face and she turned her attention from Amber’s feet to Amber’s thighs herself.
“Nooooooo,” begged Amber, pushing herself up once again and grabbing onto Nicki’s hands to block her. “Please don’t. You have no idea.”
“It seriously turned you on?” asked Katy, genuinely, still processing her friend’s admission and her own reaction to it.
“I’m sorry,” Amber apologized. “It’s not… my fault. It’s such a sensitive… spot,” she continued, pausing each time Nicki’s probing fingers were able to make contact with her thighs. “I didn’t think… you’d start tickling there.”
“Maybe we should stop,” offered Katy, aware of her friend’s insecurity in making this admission and not wanting things to get out of hand.
Seeing Nicki release Amber’s hands, Katy went to get up but found herself unable to do so. She hadn’t realized it at the time, but during the frenzied mess of body parts flying around everywhere during the tickle attack, Katy’s legs had become intertwined with Nicki’s legs. In the current position, Katy was resting on her knee with her legs caught in a scissors-like hold in Nicki’s legs, with the bottom of Katy’s foot staring up to the ceiling, dangerously close to Nicki’s hands.
Katy instantly realized her vulnerable state and, worrying that Nicki might be seeking a different victim, pulled and tugged to get her leg free, though her current position offered her no leverage. “Let go of my legs,” Katy pressured, perhaps a bit more forceful than was necessary.
“OK, OK”, said Nicki, not knowing why Katy was being so pushy about it. “It’s not like you’re the one getting tickled,” she said, freeing Katy from the grip that she had unintendedly snared Katy in.
Butterflies filled Katy’s stomach as she outlined the possibilities in her mind. She had earlier reacted a bit too strongly when Nicki went to remove her heels, and now she had again been defensive when she realized she was stuck. And the icing on the cake, Nicki had even referred to Katy being tickled. Katy quickly grabbed her heels, slipping them back on her feet.
The girls discussed the events, both Nicki and Katy apologizing to Amber if they had gone to far, Amber instructing them not to worry about it. There was no way either could have known, of course, and it is not as if either had been cruel about it. They reassured Amber that there was nothing to be embarrassed about, too, each also confessing to having secret sensitive spots, though neither being forthcoming with the location of said spots.
The night had been a roller coaster ride for the girls. It started with the draw of the party, only to seemingly crash and burn when the party became a dud. The activity of the evening had been anything but uneventful, and as Nicki crashed on the couch and Amber retired to her bedroom, Katy walked into the kitchen to reflect on what had just happened over a glass of orange juice, making sure that the clomping of her heels on the kitchen tile did not wake Nicki.
Installment three of the series, featuring the introduction of a new character.
Happy Reading,
OldEnglish
Katy & Amber - Episode 1: The Discovery (f/f, nylons)
Katy & Amber - Episode 2: Later That Evening (f/f, nylons)
Katy & Amber featuring Nicki - Episode 3: The After Party (ff/f, nylons)
The region remained gripped in this unprecedented cold spell that had paralyzed the area, forcing most of its residents to seek the warmer confines of the indoors instead of venturing out, especially during the evening hours when temperatures dipped to their lowest points. To this point, Amber and Katy had followed the same path, opting to either get homework done or catch up on some Netflix in place of going out.
The girls had grown restless, though, and desperately sought a change to their recently mundane evenings, so when Amber caught wind of a party going on in one of the dorms on Thursday night, she instantly considered it a welcome change of pace. She had shared the details with Katy, who was hesitant at first given the frigid temperatures. At the persuasion of Amber and Nicki, the girl’s friend who was joining them for pizza on the night this plan was hatched, Katy finally agreed, and the three girls all agreed that perhaps the party was the panacea for their boredom.
Ultimately, the party hadn’t been what the girls were hoping, since few other people dared venture outside in the cold. Sure, it had been nice to get out of their apartment for a change, and sure, Amber and Nicki were certainly feeling a slight buzz from imbibing one or two beverages while there, but the party had turned into little more than a small group of people standing around wondering if anyone else was showing up.
Thus, the three girls found themselves back at Katy and Amber’s apartment much earlier, and much colder, than they had anticipated.
“Oh my gosh, my feet are killing me,” complained Nicki, stepping gingerly from the doorway into the living space of the apartment. “I knew wearing these boots was going to be a bad idea,” she winced, bending down to rub the side of her foot.
“Make yourself at home,” urged Amber. “Take them off.”
“You don’t mind?” asked Nicki. While most considered it proper etiquette to remove one’s shoes when entering someone’s house, Nicki felt the opposite; unless necessary for obvious reasons such as cleanliness, Nicki had grown up feeling it rude to remove one’s shoes at someone’s house without first being offered.
“Mind? Not at all,” replied Amber with a wave of her hand. “Mine are already off,” she added, pointing to the area besides the door where the girls generally flung their shoes when they arrived home. Indeed, Amber’s ankle booties were already deposited there, turned on their side as if she, too, could not want to get them off upon her arrival home.
Nicki began unlacing her thigh-high boots, the initial blast of cool air a welcome relief for her feet, for though it had been frigid outside, the combination of the thigh-high boots, the black pantyhose, and the black ankle socks that Nicki had worn over her pantyhose had left her incredibly warm. A red knee length skirt and a white blouse had completed Nicki’s outfit for the evening. Nicki stood for a moment flexing her feet, enjoying their new-found freedom, as she watched Amber walk towards the living room.
Amber was the shortest of the three girls and now, without even the benefit of the added inches from her ankle booties, her short stature certainly was on display as she walked in her panty-hosed feet. Amber had worn a tight-fitting gray dress that extended just to her thighs, if that. Though certainly tasteful and able to be worn in public, Amber’s outfit certainly belied the fact that she had been single for much longer than her liking, and one of the things that had captured her attention about this party was the fact that there might be some cute guys there. Alas, there were not, so the only thing Amber had left the party with were the chills, as her outfit certainly did not offer much warmth. Shivering her hands against her arms, Amber plopped down on the couch and pulled the blanket over her to warm up.
Katy, while still dressing nicely, had not gone to the extremes as Amber had, instead opting for a skirt that extended to her knees and a nice sweater to keep her warm. Amber has also worn pantyhose – the girls decided it would be the best way to keep their legs warm – and her tan pantyhose were still shod in a pair of basic black stiletto pumps. Katy, already the largest of the three friends, now almost dwarfed her companions as she remained in her pumps.
“Kick your shoes off and join us, Kate,” encouraged Amber as she made her way to the living room, confident now that her feet were ache-free.
“I will in a minute,” responded Katy, veering right into the kitchen to check the answering machine for messages. Despite the girls’ insistence that this was the twenty-first century, both sets of parents insisted the girls still have a land line and an answering machine if something should happen to their cell phones.
In the living room, Amber snuggled under the blanket, cozying herself up on the couch, while Nicki looked around for the best place to sit. “I’ll let Katy have the swivel chair,” announced Nicki as she plopped down on the couch, coming to rest right on top of Amber’s legs.
“Hey, you big oaf!” joked Amber as she was driven out of her comfort. “Watch it!”
“Oh, come on,” insisted Nicki. “I don’t weigh that much. Plus, this way, Katy can have the swivel chair.”
The girls rested on the couch, its cushiony pillows blanketing the two in comfort. Nicki crossed her legs at the knee and turned her head a bit to see into the kitchen, wondering what was taking Katy so long. She could hear the constant clomping of Katy’s stilettoes as she walked across the tile of the kitchen floor, each noisy step disclosing her direction.
“I don’t know how she is still in those heels,” said Nicki, still very much aware of how achy her own feet had been moments ago.
“She loves them, that’s for sure,” said Amber absentmindedly, her thoughts lost a bit as she was still feeling a slight buzz from her beverages that evening. Amber and Nicki were both indeed acting a little sillier and goofier than usual, both alcohol-influenced, of course. Katy, the designated driver of the evening, had refrained from indulgence, opting instead for water that she had carried with her in her purse.
Eventually, the clomping of Katy’s stilettoes suggested that she was making her way out of the kitchen and into the living room. Both girls looked up to her as she entered the room. Katy laughed seeing the two of them, Amber sprawled out with a blanket trying to cover her body for warmth, and Nicki sitting on top of Amber’s legs. “I saved the swivel chair for you,” pointed Nicki, motioning Katy to sit down. “I bet you want to sit down after walking around in those heels all night.”
“I’ll be fine,” said Katy, sitting down in the chair anyways. “I’m going to go get changed in a little bit anyways. But you two certainly look...” began Katy, before something caught her eye, and then quickly finishing “...comfy”, hoping no one noticed the subtle pause in her statement.
Something had indeed caught Katy’s eye. Unbeknownst to either Amber or Nicki, when Nicki sat on Amber’s legs, the blanket that had been covering Amber’s legs pulled up a little, as it would be wont to do with the added weight of Nicki resting on top of it. That slight change had now resulted in the end of the blanket coming only to the tops of Amber’s toes, almost acting as a tunnel of sorts to see under the blanket. And it was what was under that tunnel that had caught Katy’s eyes: Amber’s feet, now with only nylons covering them, completely unprotected and, even better, held down by Nicki’s weight.
It had been a couple of days since the girls had officially discovered how ticklish the other was when in nylons. It had only whetted Katy’s appetite for doing it again, though she was cognizant of a couple of issues preventing her from taking advantage. For one, this was a slightly different situation for Katy, as usually, opportunities for tickle fights or to sneak in pokes here and there just came up naturally. Instead, this time Katy was seeking opportunities, secretly checking to see if she could tell if Amber had nylons on each day without fully coming out and asking. That fact gave Katy pause, for she was not sure if this seemingly insatiable appetite for tickling her friend’s feet in nylons would be deemed “weird”. It wasn’t anything sexual that Katy was feeling, she reasoned, but she still felt uncertain.
Of course, also giving Katy pause was the fact that, like her friend, Katy herself was also incredibly more ticklish in nylons. Already likely slightly more ticklish than Amber, the nylons did nothing to bridge that gap; if anything, possibly even extending it and making Katy even more ticklish depending on if her arches were involved. And given the fact that both girls had pretty much taken to wearing pantyhose religiously over the course of the last week in an effort to add an extra layer of warmth to combat this cold, Katy was eminently aware of her own vulnerability, even as she sat here in pantyhose now.
But… ‘If only there were a way Nicki might tickle Amber,’ Katy began thinking to herself.
The setup was perfect. With both girls sporting a slight buzz, they were both slightly goofier than usual and, perhaps, more apt to fall into a ruse should Katy begin one.
In addition to that, Amber’s feet were just… there. Literally the only thing preventing Amber’s feet from being totally exposed was a small couch blanket that balanced delicately on top of Amber’s toes. One movement could easily cause the blanket to fall, exposing Amber’s feet in the process. ‘And who could resist tickling someone’s feet If they saw them trapped like that?’ Katy reasoned to herself.
Finally, the fact that it was Nicki who was sitting on Amber’s legs gave Katy confidence that Nicki would not be able to pass up the opportunity. The girls had only known Nicki for a short period of time, though they had grown close during that time frame. Though neither Katy knew if Nicki was ticklish nor Nicki know if Amber or Katy were ticklish, Katy had enough circumstantial evidence to conclude that Nicki would not be one to pass up the opportunity to mess with Amber. Indeed, Katy herself had instinctively gone into “defense mode” one night when hanging with Nicki in her dorm, as Nicki and her roommate argued over control of the remote control, with Nicki eventually gaining control with threats of “tickle torture” to her roommate.
Thus, it was decided in Katy’s mind. The plan was in place. Step one would involve somehow coercing movement out of the girls so that the piece of blanket blocking Amber’s feet from Nicki’s view would slide away. Step two would be to make sure that Nicki noticed Amber’s vulnerability. Finally, step three would be to inconspicuously give Nicki reason to want to tickle Amber --- if necessary.
“Nicki, do you mind tossing me that pillow over there?” asked Katy, pointing to a pillow that rested on top of the couch.
“You got it, Kate,” answered Nicki, leaning to her left to grab the pillow for Katy. As she leaned, her weight shifted even more towards Amber’s head and away from her feet, and before Nicki even had the pillow in hand, what little of the blanket had been covering Amber’s feet had been pulled back, leaving Amber’s feet totally exposed to both Katy and Nicki’s view.
Success.
“You’re a peach,” Katy said, blowing Nicki a pretend kiss in the air for her hospitality, though in reality Katy was secretly thanking Nicki for making step one of the trap so easy.
Time for step two…
“So, what’s the issue with your boots?” Katy asked Nicki, steering the conversation to shoes for the moment.
“Well,” began Nicki, “I really should have gone up an extra half-size, but they didn’t have that in stock, and I really liked the shoes, so, you know me, I just bought the smaller size and hoped they’d be OK.” Nicki outstretched her legs in front of her and rolled her ankles to illustrate to Katy.
“Yeah, I’ve been there,” agreed Katy. “But sometimes you just have to let fashion win, right?” All three girls laughed. “Yeah you and Amber were so quick to kick off your shoes, you both must have been in a lot of pain.”
All three girls laughed again, with Nicki instinctively looking over to Amber’s feet at Katy’s mention. Nicki had most definitely now noticed Amber’s feet, and Katy was almost certain that she could make out Nicki’s gaze lasting perhaps a little longer than normal, as if Nicki may have been processing something in her mind at the sight of Amber’s feet, but Katy could not tell with any degree of certainty.
More success.
Now the difficult part... Either sit back and wait for Nicki to do something, or discreetly encourage Nicki to do something… Katy was never one for waiting.
“You OK under there?” Amber, Katy asked her friend, being rewarded with a thumbs-up from her cozy companion. “Phew, that’s a relief,” Katy said, nonchalantly falling back into her swivel chair a bit. “I know you were saying earlier you thought Nicki had a bony behind, so I’m glad it’s OK!”
Nicki reacted with a gasp, pretending to take great offense to Amber’s alleged statement. “You cheeky monkey!” shouted Nicki towards Amber, playfully slapping at her wrists with her hands, albeit unsuccessfully.
“She’s lying,” laughed Amber, “but good job failing in your attempts to hit me,” she added, mocking Nicki’s attempts.
Katy found herself subconsciously moving up to the edge of the chair, eager to see if the seeds she had planted would bear fruit. If this didn’t work, Katy wasn’t sure what would.
“Oh really?” Nicki asked, a look of resolve coming over her face as she sized up Amber. “Well then,” she continued, not one to back down from a challenge as this. “I guess I’ll have to come up with a more fool-proof plan.”
With that, Nicki turned her head to her right and looked down to Amber’s trapped feet, lightly dragging one finger down the bottom of Amber’s right foot as a test to see if this would be a more successful attempt.
Jackpot. Amber‘s body instantly jolted as though she had been hit by lightning, as this attack had caught her totally off-guard. “Nooooo!” she shouted as her body instantly reacted, as she was not sitting up rather than laying on her back as she had been a moment ago.
Nicki laughed at this discovery. She had assumed Amber would be ticklish – who isn’t? – but wasn’t expecting a reaction as strong as that. “Oooooo,” Nicki laughed, “a bit ticklish, are we?”
As much as Nicki was laughing at this, Amber was quickly realizing her vulnerable position and was all too aware of the fact that Katy was just a few feet away and likely very eager to get in some tickle attacks on Amber, as well. “Please don’t tickle my feet,” Amber begged, trying to grab a hold of Nicki’s hands to pull them out of striking distance.
Nicki continued laughing. “Seems I’ve uncovered a weakness,” she said to Katy in her best scientific voice. Amber once again voiced her objection to this, to which Nicki said, “Looks like this may require additional research.”
This was working perfectly for Katy; she couldn’t have written it up better if she tried. The opposite was the case for Amber, who promptly fell back on her back laughing the moment that Nicki’s fingers made contact once again with her feet.
Nicki wasn’t messing around. A goofball at heart as it was, any inhibition was removed thanks to the slight buzz she was sporting, and her zealous attack was only fueled by Amber’s reactions. Nicki’s fingers danced across Amber’s trapped feet, which despite every effort, were not able to escape the path of the probing digits.
Nicki’s unrelenting attack was too much for Amber, who realized she was quickly losing any hope of control. Her laughter was non-stop, and, already at a disadvantage in terms of height, any attempt she may have made to power out of her predicament was becoming more and more futile with each pass of Nicki’s fingers.
So much was working against Amber. Those nylons. Being caught off-guard. Those nylons. Amber’s nails. Those nylons. Being trapped and unable to move. And those nylons… Why did they have to make Amber so ticklish? Really, who in their right mind thought, during the creation process, that it would be a good idea to make these so unbearably ticklish that they’d render the wearer helpless? It had to be a man, right? Or did they just happen to product test these on someone who had lost feeling in her legs and, thus, this side effect went unnoticed until the product went public?
Thus, it was all that Amber could do to simply try to maintain some semblance of control, though she was quickly losing even that battle. “Katy, hellllllppp” Amber managed to eek out over her controlled laughter.
Katy didn’t need to be asked twice. She instantly got out of her chair and moved over to Amber’s feet, eager to get in some tickle action herself. This caught even Nicki off guard, momentarily pausing her tickle attack to re-direct Katy. “I’ve got her feet. You get somewhere else,” she motioned.
“Nooooooo” was all Amber could get out before once again exploding into a fit of giggles. “A ha ha ha ha ha,” she laughed, each touch of Nicki’s fingers on her feet causing more and more laughter. “Please ha ha ha ha,” begged Amber.
Amber’s pleas fell on deaf ears, of course. Katy surveyed the situation, disappointed to not be able to do some damage of her own on Amber’s feet but willing to explore additional tickle areas. It wasn’t as if Amber lacked ticklish spots, that’s for sure. Katy’s eyes quickly locked on her target: Amber’s thighs. Katy wasn’t sure if Amber was ticklish there, but she knew that she was ticklish herself there; it was actually one of Katy’s most ticklish spots, and one that not many people were aware of. Amber’s squirming had pushed the blanket from her legs, leaving her thighs completely exposed. Amber bent down by Nicki’s feet to get close to Amber’s thighs and began her attack.
Amber nearly jumped out of her skin the second Katy’s fingers made contact with her thighs. As if Nicki tickling her feet weren’t enough, this double attack was unbearable and left Amber now unable to even utter a word beyond her laughter. “A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,” she gasped, desperately trying to squirm her way out of her predicament.
Katy’s attack had double the consequences for Amber. Beyond just adding to the ticklish sensations that were completely overwhelming her, Amber’s thighs were also one of the most sensitive spots on her body, and any boyfriend who had dated Amber knew that she could not bear to have her thighs played with. Now, adding in the effect of the pantyhose, the fact that was trapped, the effect of Katy’s nails, and her already weakened state from being tickled, the sensitivity of Amber’s thighs was multiplied, and every touch from Katy was having more and more effect on Amber.
But Amber was helpless... Not that she was too excited at the prospect of admitting that Katy’s tickle attack was also turning her on, Amber couldn’t even get the words out if she wanted to. The laughter was all-encompassing, completely overwhelming Amber. Any attempt to refocus her attention was met with failure, as well. Trying to block out the sensations of Katy’s hands on her thighs only made her more cognizant of the damage that Nicki’s nails were doing on her feet, and likewise, attempting to not focus on Nicki’s unrelenting attack only made the sensations from Katy’s fingers all the more unbearable. It was the proverbial Catch-22, and Amber didn’t know what to do.
Katy was so focused on her tickle attack and the seemingly new discovery of a very ticklish spot on Amber that she hadn’t heard Nicki trying to get her attention. Indeed, Nicki had tried to get Katy’s attention three times, but Katy’s laser-focus on Amber’s thighs combined with Amber’s hysterical laughter had made it so that she simply did not hear Nicki. Thus, when Katy felt Nicki grab onto her own ankle and pull off her heel, now exposing her own foot, she was completely caught unaware and instantly yelled out “No, not me!” thinking she was now the focus of Nicki’s attack.
Fortunately for Katy, that was not the case. She hadn’t realized it at the time, but Katy had been banging her heels into Nicki’s legs, and the point of the stiletto was not a feeling Nicki wanted digging into her shin.
Time stood still for a moment for the three girls. Amber was given a brief reprieve from an otherwise unrelenting tickle attack as Katy and Nicki processed what had happened. Katy was nervous, fearful that her over-the-top reaction to Nicki innocently removing her heels would suggest Katy’s own extreme ticklishness to Nicki. For the time being, Nicki seemed focused on Amber as the victim, and if she had any inclination that Katy’s response spoke of an additional ticklish victim in the room, she made no hint of it outwardly.
Before Amber could even catch her breath, the tickling began again, just as fevered as before. Amber was instantaneously overwhelmed with laughter once again, crushed that she had lost out on an opportunity to tell Katy to cut it out with her thighs. She tried as best as she could, but any attempt came out only as, “Ka ha ha ha ha ha.. Ka ha ha haha ha….” – clearly not the coherent approach Amber had wanted. Katy quickly began on Amber’s thighs again, rekindling all the sensations Amber had felt during the previous attack.
Katy’s methods were driving Amber insane. Katy was constantly changing technique, never allowing Amber the opportunity to become used to a sensation for more than five seconds. Katy would alternate between pinching Amber’s thighs with her thumb and index finger to rotating her wrists so that she could focus her four fingers more on Amber’s inner thigh to crossing her arms in an “X” so her thumbs could focus on the small amount of fat that jiggled on Amber’s thighs.
Of course, it wasn’t just the attack on her thighs that was weakening Amber. Nicki was relentless in her attack on Amber’s feet, even including the occasional “Cootchie cootchie coo” and “Tickle tickle tickle” that further turned Amber into mush. Amber’s legs were completely trapped under Nicki’s weight, and she was unable to even twist and turn her feet so that one might cover the other. Worse still, Nicki would occasionally take one hand and pull back on Amber’s toes of one foot, making it so Amber’s foot couldn’t even benefit from the occasional wrinkle to block out the ticklish sensation. Nicki was skilled at the craft of tickle torture, that was for sure, and she wasn’t holding any punches in her attack on Amber.
Amber was in a panic, unsure of the end result of this attack. Sure, she had been tickled before, but this was different. Would Nicki ever stop tickling her feet, or was she buzzed enough that she wouldn’t realize when to stop? How would Amber let Katy know what was happening to her as Katy played with her thighs? What if Katy didn’t stop? Amber could already feel the two sensations combining, tossing her head back in laughter from Nicki’s attack as her back arched up off the couch as a result of Katy’s attack. Amber felt so helpless, unable to even voice to Katy what effect she was having on her because the pantyhose tickled so.
And those darn pantyhose! Amber had never had a boyfriend touch her thighs when she had pantyhose on, so she was unprepared to discover that just as nylons made her feet all the more ticklish, they also made her thighs all the more sensitive. Amber was certain that would eventually be overcome, her laughter becoming deeper and deeper as it seemed as though her brain could only register the thigh tickle attack.
Amber gathered up all available strength she could muster in one last ditch attempt to put an end to this. If this was unsuccessful, she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold out any longer.
“Ka ha ha ha Ka ha ha KAAAATEEEEEEEE” she managed to scream, bring both Katy and Nicki to pause their attacks.
“What’s wrong girl?” asked Katy, catching her own breath as she hadn’t realized she had been laughing so hard, but never really taking her hands off of Amber’s thighs.
“Let go of my thi-i-i-i-i-ighs” shouted Amber through her laughter.
“Awwww are they tickiwish?” asked Katy in baby-tone, laughing at Amber’s predicament.
“You’re making me horny as hell!” Amber shouted.
There. It was out there. Amber couldn’t believe she had said it, but it had to be said. If she hadn’t said it, there was no telling when – or if – they’d stop their attack. And if their attack didn’t end soon, Amber knew she wouldn’t be able to hang on much longer. She could feel it building up inside of her. It was just too much. Even though it was her friend and clearly not intended, the pantyhose magnified the sensitivity of her thighs so much that she couldn’t combat it.
All three girls looked at each other. Neither Katy not Nicki expected to hear that, just as Amber hadn’t expected to say it. Amber was embarrassed. She didn’t necessarily mind if Katy knew – she hadn’t intended for her to know, but they had been friends for long enough – but Nicki was still a new friend, and this sort of information wasn’t exactly one of the first things shared among friends, buzz or no buzz.
It was Nicki who broke the silence. “You’re kidding,” she asked, unsure if this was just a cunning attempt by Amber to end the tickling. Seeing Amber shake her head no, a sly smile crept on Nicki’s face and she turned her attention from Amber’s feet to Amber’s thighs herself.
“Nooooooo,” begged Amber, pushing herself up once again and grabbing onto Nicki’s hands to block her. “Please don’t. You have no idea.”
“It seriously turned you on?” asked Katy, genuinely, still processing her friend’s admission and her own reaction to it.
“I’m sorry,” Amber apologized. “It’s not… my fault. It’s such a sensitive… spot,” she continued, pausing each time Nicki’s probing fingers were able to make contact with her thighs. “I didn’t think… you’d start tickling there.”
“Maybe we should stop,” offered Katy, aware of her friend’s insecurity in making this admission and not wanting things to get out of hand.
Seeing Nicki release Amber’s hands, Katy went to get up but found herself unable to do so. She hadn’t realized it at the time, but during the frenzied mess of body parts flying around everywhere during the tickle attack, Katy’s legs had become intertwined with Nicki’s legs. In the current position, Katy was resting on her knee with her legs caught in a scissors-like hold in Nicki’s legs, with the bottom of Katy’s foot staring up to the ceiling, dangerously close to Nicki’s hands.
Katy instantly realized her vulnerable state and, worrying that Nicki might be seeking a different victim, pulled and tugged to get her leg free, though her current position offered her no leverage. “Let go of my legs,” Katy pressured, perhaps a bit more forceful than was necessary.
“OK, OK”, said Nicki, not knowing why Katy was being so pushy about it. “It’s not like you’re the one getting tickled,” she said, freeing Katy from the grip that she had unintendedly snared Katy in.
Butterflies filled Katy’s stomach as she outlined the possibilities in her mind. She had earlier reacted a bit too strongly when Nicki went to remove her heels, and now she had again been defensive when she realized she was stuck. And the icing on the cake, Nicki had even referred to Katy being tickled. Katy quickly grabbed her heels, slipping them back on her feet.
The girls discussed the events, both Nicki and Katy apologizing to Amber if they had gone to far, Amber instructing them not to worry about it. There was no way either could have known, of course, and it is not as if either had been cruel about it. They reassured Amber that there was nothing to be embarrassed about, too, each also confessing to having secret sensitive spots, though neither being forthcoming with the location of said spots.
The night had been a roller coaster ride for the girls. It started with the draw of the party, only to seemingly crash and burn when the party became a dud. The activity of the evening had been anything but uneventful, and as Nicki crashed on the couch and Amber retired to her bedroom, Katy walked into the kitchen to reflect on what had just happened over a glass of orange juice, making sure that the clomping of her heels on the kitchen tile did not wake Nicki.
