Well, after the adventure in the woods, Jamie & I began to hang out all the time at my sister's house. He was 6 years older than me & was being very careful & respectful since I was only 17 at the time.
We would sit on the couch in the den & talk or watch tv.
Well, this particular afternoon, we were sitting there talking about my college plans; he was stroking my hair. Then he started gliding his hands lower, over my ribs, making me squirm a little & laugh but I didn't try to get away. He was definitely in the mood to play!
He pulled my hands over my head & held them there in one fist. Then I felt his other hand slide under my shirt & spider tickle my tummy. I laughed & squirmed but he had my hands held tight, so I couldn't get far. I managed to flip over & off of the couch, on my knees in front of him.
This seemed to amuse him quite a bit. He asked "where are you going?" in a very teasing voice. Then he told me he knew I wanted to be tickled so no more complaining.
He took advantage of the position I was in. I was on the floor in front of him on my knees & he was still sitting on the couch. He told me to sit down Indian style on the floor in front of him. I did so, not thinking anything of it. Then he took my hands & pinned them under his thighs.
I was wearing a tank top & shorts since it was summer. He told me he was goig to tickle me somemore. I begged for him not to tickle me because I was afraid someone would hear us. He didn't seem too concerned.
Then he started lightly ticking under my arms. That's when I realized why he made me sit down on my bottom: I was not able to move!!
He tickled & tickled, asking me if I was enjoying it. I was hysterical, trying to escape, but I had no chance. This was the first time he ever continued tickling for so long without a break & when he finally stopped, my tummy hurt from laughter.
He finally let me go & told me to get back on the couch. I did so, shaking from my working over, but he wasn't finished with me yet. I sat as far away as I could on the couch but he just smiled sweetly & pulled my feet into his lap. He massaged them gently & then he got that devilish look in his eye.
I begged but it did no good. He pinned one foot under his thigh & the other he held firmly on his lap by the ankle. Then he began tickling at my heel, then scratched slowly over my arch. I laughed hard & tried to pull my foot free. He was saying "tickle tickle" over & over again. I was a mess! I punched the back of the couch, tried desperately to escape. Eventually my laughter was reduced to silent giggles.
He stopped to give me a break & then switched my feet out to give the same attention to my other foot. I giggled "No!!" & he said "Oh yes, my darling girl." Then the tickling started again.
I was screaming with laughter by this point & my brother in law came in to see what was going on. He just laughed when he saw what was happening & left the room.
Jamie eventually stopped & began massaging my feet, telling me he wouldn't tickle me anymore. He told me it was just too easy & that I needed the tickling. I relaxed & allowed myself to enjoy the massage. We went back to talking about who knows what...
We would sit on the couch in the den & talk or watch tv.
Well, this particular afternoon, we were sitting there talking about my college plans; he was stroking my hair. Then he started gliding his hands lower, over my ribs, making me squirm a little & laugh but I didn't try to get away. He was definitely in the mood to play!
He pulled my hands over my head & held them there in one fist. Then I felt his other hand slide under my shirt & spider tickle my tummy. I laughed & squirmed but he had my hands held tight, so I couldn't get far. I managed to flip over & off of the couch, on my knees in front of him.
This seemed to amuse him quite a bit. He asked "where are you going?" in a very teasing voice. Then he told me he knew I wanted to be tickled so no more complaining.
He took advantage of the position I was in. I was on the floor in front of him on my knees & he was still sitting on the couch. He told me to sit down Indian style on the floor in front of him. I did so, not thinking anything of it. Then he took my hands & pinned them under his thighs.
I was wearing a tank top & shorts since it was summer. He told me he was goig to tickle me somemore. I begged for him not to tickle me because I was afraid someone would hear us. He didn't seem too concerned.
Then he started lightly ticking under my arms. That's when I realized why he made me sit down on my bottom: I was not able to move!!
He tickled & tickled, asking me if I was enjoying it. I was hysterical, trying to escape, but I had no chance. This was the first time he ever continued tickling for so long without a break & when he finally stopped, my tummy hurt from laughter.
He finally let me go & told me to get back on the couch. I did so, shaking from my working over, but he wasn't finished with me yet. I sat as far away as I could on the couch but he just smiled sweetly & pulled my feet into his lap. He massaged them gently & then he got that devilish look in his eye.
I begged but it did no good. He pinned one foot under his thigh & the other he held firmly on his lap by the ankle. Then he began tickling at my heel, then scratched slowly over my arch. I laughed hard & tried to pull my foot free. He was saying "tickle tickle" over & over again. I was a mess! I punched the back of the couch, tried desperately to escape. Eventually my laughter was reduced to silent giggles.
He stopped to give me a break & then switched my feet out to give the same attention to my other foot. I giggled "No!!" & he said "Oh yes, my darling girl." Then the tickling started again.
I was screaming with laughter by this point & my brother in law came in to see what was going on. He just laughed when he saw what was happening & left the room.
Jamie eventually stopped & began massaging my feet, telling me he wouldn't tickle me anymore. He told me it was just too easy & that I needed the tickling. I relaxed & allowed myself to enjoy the massage. We went back to talking about who knows what...