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PJ'S SURPRISE!
WRITTEN BY: ALWAYS SILVER
REQUESTED BY: PJSPORT3
Tara, Christine, and Ali had been looking forwards to the weekend ever since they had made plans to meet up at Tara house for a day of lounging around the pool, and enjoying each others company. It hadn’t been a terribly difficult week for any of the girls, but normally when they planned to hang out with each other there was an air of excitement that seemed to linger around them until the day they’ve been looking forwards too finally arrive. Tara, like the rest of her friends was a beautiful young girl who had brown, shoulder length hair that was curly, unlike Christine’s hair which was brown and straight, and Ali’s hair which was red. None of the girls were particularly tall either. The tallest among them only stood five feet, and six inches.
“Is anyone planning on helping me?” Tara asked, who was busy in the kitchen preparing the food, and drinks for their day of lounging around the pool. “I’ll be right there.” Christine said, from the chair she was sitting in, but she didn’t make any move to go in the kitchen, or to get up for that matter. Ali on the other hand was lying on her back watching television. Tara sighed deeply, and dumped a bag of potato chips in a large bowl. She didn’t mind doing all this, it was her idea after all to invite her friends over to hang out at the pool, but she wished they would lend her a hand at least.
“So what do you guys want to do all day besides laying around?” Ali asked. Tara snorted since Ali was the only who was lying on the couch. “Hey how about getting off your asses and…” Tara began, when she saw Ali leap off the couch suddenly like someone had kicked her. “Crap!” Ali cursed, rubbing her butt.
“What’s wrong?” Christine asked, looking over at her friend. She didn’t seem to concerned.
“Something poked me in the butt!” Ali cried, looking down at the couch trying to find whatever had done it.
“I don’t see any guy over there so…” Christine began, Ali cast a dark look at Christine that halted the girl from saying anything further. Ali carefully ran her hand over the couch cushion, when Christine stood just as suddenly.
“Something poke you too?” Ali asked.
“No.” Christine said, she seemed dazed and confused. “I don’t know what’s happening.” She said. Tara looked concerned at her friends. “What do you mean you don’t know?” She asked.
“I didn’t tell myself to stand!” Christine said, she was moving around in strange circles, zigzagging in the living room. Tara looked from Ali to Christine and began laughing. They had arrived together so she figured this was just some sort of game.
“Ok guys, very funny.” Tara said. Christine turned suddenly to face Tara. Walking into the kitchen the girl picked up the bowl of chips and dumped the contents on the floor. “What the hell!” Tara screamed in anger. She looked down at the mess on the floor, a few chips had landed on her bare feet. “What the heck is your problem?” Tara continued, suddenly her hands lashed forwards without warning and took the bowl from Christine’s hands. Turning it upright she placed it on Christine’s head.
“Ow!” Ali cried. She was grabbing her butt again, but she wasn’t lying on the couch this time. Tara was about to say something when she felt something poke her in the butt as well. It was sharp like a pin. “Ah!” Tara cried, and Christine cried out as well still wearing the bowl on her head. Tara wanted to laugh, but a few more sharp pricks in her left butt cheek prevented her from doing it.
“This is crazy!” Tara cried.
“Really!” Christine said, finally pulling the bowl off her head. All three girls looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity, each one tried in vain to figure out what was happening to them. “Maybe we should talk to PJ.” Tara offered. Christine and Ali looked strangely at her friend. “Why?” Ali asked, confused as to why Tara would mention PJ.
“Because! He’s always talking about voodoo stuff. Maybe that’s what this is!”
“PJ?” Christine said, with a smirk. “The guy who keeps trying to tickle us?”
“Right!” Tara said, nodding. Tara recalled several times where she and her friends had denied they were ticklish just to avoid being tickled, in reality they were extremely ticklish and dreaded getting pedicures or any other kind of treatments that involved their ticklish spots.
“Maybe…” Ali began, it was than that they felt heat on the soles of their bare feet. “Ah…” Ali said, wincing. She was lifting her feet off, and on the carpeted floor. Tara and Christine were feeling heat too, it started near their toes, and moved towards the middle, and heels of their feet. “Ow.” Christine cried, she was racing out of the kitchen and headed towards the bathroom. “Where are you going?” Tara asked, she was doing a strange movements as she was trying to keep both feet off the ground. The soles of her feet were becoming increasingly red, and the pain was becoming unbearable.
“Bathroom! I’m…” Christine said, her voice shook.
“Pool!” Tara ordered. The girls flew outside into the backyard and started tearing off their clothes. Thankfully the girls had worn their bikinis underneath their regular clothes. Each girl wore a two piece bikinis. Tara’s was black, and had a red stripe running down her right breast, Christine’s was red, and Ali’s was red also, but this one had a logo sewn across her breast. The girls jumped into the pool. The instant their feet touched the water they cooled.
“Thank god!” Ali sighed, feeling the relief.
“Are they burned?” Christine asked, offering her right foot to Tara. Tara examined the bottoms of both of Christine’s feet, and than Tara’s. Than they examined her feet. They weren’t burned, and skin wasn’t singed. “That’s weird.” Tara said, pulling her foot back. The girls wadded in the pool for a moment, before Tara nodded. “Let‘s get out and see if it starts up again..” She said. Ali and Christine followed Tara out of the pool. They were nervous about pulling their feet out of the water.
The burning didn’t start up again. “I don’t know what happened in there, but let’s hang out here for a while, ok?” Ali asked, she was starting to get freaked out. Christine nodded, and Tara wasn’t about to argue with her friend. Still her mind continued to go back to PJ. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had something to do with what was going on.
The girls found a tree that offered plenty of shade and started to pace back and forth. Their feet didn’t feel numb, or strange because of the burning. And they were thankful for that. “I don’t like what’s happening here.” Christine said, after a while. “Here I thought you were enjoying yourself.” Ali said, she was still freaked at what had happened. “That’s enough.” Tara said, she knew that fighting each other wasn’t going to solve anything. Ali breathed deeply. She looked remorseful for what she had said. She opened her mouth to apologize when her words suddenly got stuck in her throat. “You ok?” Christine asked. When Ali opened her mouth she burst out laughing.
Christine had never seen her friend laughing so hard, this caused her to smile. “What are you laaaa…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Christine began suddenly, she fell backwards and started kicking her feet wildly in the air.
Tara placed her hands over her mouth to prevent herself from laughing. She could feel something soft tickling her feet, but she couldn’t see what it could possibly be. “HAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Ali screamed, and was running around the yard. Tara was on her knees examining her feet while she was crackling with laughter. Nothing was on them except for a little wet grass and dirt. Tara grabbed Christine’s right foot and started to examine it. Christine screamed, and tried to pull her feet away, but Tara held fast. She ran her own fingers over Christine’s feet trying to feel whatever it was that was tickling them, but because she was being tickled herself she couldn’t hold onto them for very long.
Ali had fallen a few yards away and was rolling over the lawn, her laughter hadn’t died and her feet were still kicking wildly. Tara was on the ground too, she was bucking wildly, and screaming for help, but she knew no one would come. Even if they did what could they do? The tickling felt constant on their feet, it ran over their heels, between their toes, and over their arches. Ali had tears draining down her cheeks, but her laughter hadn’t died, and Christine had curled into a fetal position and slantingly laughing. Tara screamed, and kicked her feet. She dug her heels into the ground, and even tried to run like Ali did, but the tickling caused her to fall back down.
As the tickling wore on the girls felt their strength leave them, and they were all on the verge of crying. Suddenly the tickling stopped. “That’s it!” Tara said, weakly getting to her feet. “I’m going to find PJ.” And with that she was off. Ali and Christine were lying in the yard starring up at the sky with blurred eyes. “I can’t believe what’s happening.” Christine said. She saw Ali’s head suddenly appear over her. “Help!” Ali cried, Christine was about to get up when she realized she couldn’t. “Hey!” Christine said, she tried to get up again, but her limbs refused to obey. Ali suddenly reached forwards and started tickling Christine’s sides. Christine burst into laughter as the girl raked her fingers over her sides, and began poking her ribs.
“STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Christine laughed. Ali tried to pull her hands away, but something was controlling them. “I can’t stop.” Ali cried. Suddenly she too burst into laughter as something started raking over her feet. Ali tried to roll away, but she couldn’t move except for her fingers, and her head which was shaking vigorously. Christine’s body felt like it had been nailed to the ground. As much as she tried to move, the stronger the grip the ground had on her.
After a few moments of this Christine got up on her knees, and began tickling Ali’s sides. Again she had no control over her body, she tried to fight whatever invisible force had hold of her, but it didn’t seem to matter how hard she struggled and fought. Ali was still tickling Christine’s sides as well. Both girls were facing each other, tears were draining down their cheeks. “PLEASE STOP!” Ali begged. “I CAN’T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Christine laughed, suddenly her hand were pulled above her head and Ali’s slid her fingers into her pits. Christine screamed, her eyes went wide.
Christine’s pits grew red in color. “At least I can breath.” Thought Ali, the tickling on her feet had quit. Her nails were raking over Christine’s soft pits. She tried to pull away, to fall backwards. After a few minutes her arms flew over her head and Christine began tickling her pits as well. Ali cried, and wiggled left and right. Christine tickled Ali considerably longer than Ali tickled her, but when it stopped both girls fell onto their backs. “Please no more!” Christine cried, she felt her fingers moving over to Ali’s bell, as Ali’s fingers crawled over hers. When their fingers reached their destinations both girls starting poking each others bellybuttons.
Tara had followed the road for several minutes before she cut through a few yards, and soon found herself in PJ’s back yard. She was running up to his back porch when she suddenly froze in place like a statue. “What the…” She began. Her right foot was planted to the ground, and her left was in the air. PJ appeared at the back door of his house and stepped outside. “PJ help!” Tara cried. Her eyes shifted towards his smiling face, to the strange doll he held in his hands. The doll was shaped just like Tara was standing. “Ok.” PJ said, with a laugh. He pulled on the doll’s arms and moved them above it’s head, to Tara’s horror her arms followed suit and they were pulled over her head.
“PJ!” Tara cried. PJ didn’t say anything, he only laughed as he walked down the steps of his back porch and slowly approached Tara. “Remember when you said you weren’t ticklish?” PJ asked, putting his hands in front of his body, he was wiggling his fingers. “Time to test that theory.” He said. “That’s what this is about?” Tara asked. “You didn’t haavveee!” She began, but PJ was slowly tracing his fingers in Tara’s pits. “Nice bikini!” PJ said, looking at Tara’s chest. His fingers were tracing up and down in her pits causing Tara to laugh uncontrollably.
“HEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…WHY?!” Tara asked, managing to get at least one word out.
“B-Because!” PJ said, with a chortle. His fingers moved from Tara’s pits to her belly, than her ribs. Tara couldn’t believe how she was being tickled. Standing in the middle of his yard like a statue, in one of the strangest poses she had ever seen. PJ was reeking havoc no her belly, massaging the muscles in her stomach. Tara starred down at PJ, her face was twisted in a goofy grin, and her whole body was shaking, but still she remained standing there.
PJ walked around Tara and began tickling her foot. He tortured each of her cute toes individually, and than scratched her heels. He couldn’t believe how soft, and sensitive her feet were, how cutes, and totally ticklish her toes were. He ran a single finger over the sole for what seemed like hours to Tara, when he stopped he once again faced Tara. “Had enough?” He asked, but had no intention of stopping.
“Yes!” Tara said, tears had formed in the corners of her eyes. “Sorry.” Said PJ, going to his knees. He ran his finger over Tara’s bellybutton, making tiny circles around it, he than dug his index finger inside and began poking. Tara’s belly vibrated as he continued to poke. “HEHEHE
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” She laughed. “Please no more!” She begged, but PJ ignored her pleas. He wasn’t planning on showing any mercy for quiet a while. The way he had set up Ali’s and Christine’s dolls they were going to be tickling each others bellybuttons for quiet some time. PJ smiled, he couldn’t believe this was happening. And Tara couldn’t believe he wouldn’t stop.
-THE END-
WRITTEN BY: ALWAYS SILVER
REQUESTED BY: PJSPORT3
Tara, Christine, and Ali had been looking forwards to the weekend ever since they had made plans to meet up at Tara house for a day of lounging around the pool, and enjoying each others company. It hadn’t been a terribly difficult week for any of the girls, but normally when they planned to hang out with each other there was an air of excitement that seemed to linger around them until the day they’ve been looking forwards too finally arrive. Tara, like the rest of her friends was a beautiful young girl who had brown, shoulder length hair that was curly, unlike Christine’s hair which was brown and straight, and Ali’s hair which was red. None of the girls were particularly tall either. The tallest among them only stood five feet, and six inches.
“Is anyone planning on helping me?” Tara asked, who was busy in the kitchen preparing the food, and drinks for their day of lounging around the pool. “I’ll be right there.” Christine said, from the chair she was sitting in, but she didn’t make any move to go in the kitchen, or to get up for that matter. Ali on the other hand was lying on her back watching television. Tara sighed deeply, and dumped a bag of potato chips in a large bowl. She didn’t mind doing all this, it was her idea after all to invite her friends over to hang out at the pool, but she wished they would lend her a hand at least.
“So what do you guys want to do all day besides laying around?” Ali asked. Tara snorted since Ali was the only who was lying on the couch. “Hey how about getting off your asses and…” Tara began, when she saw Ali leap off the couch suddenly like someone had kicked her. “Crap!” Ali cursed, rubbing her butt.
“What’s wrong?” Christine asked, looking over at her friend. She didn’t seem to concerned.
“Something poked me in the butt!” Ali cried, looking down at the couch trying to find whatever had done it.
“I don’t see any guy over there so…” Christine began, Ali cast a dark look at Christine that halted the girl from saying anything further. Ali carefully ran her hand over the couch cushion, when Christine stood just as suddenly.
“Something poke you too?” Ali asked.
“No.” Christine said, she seemed dazed and confused. “I don’t know what’s happening.” She said. Tara looked concerned at her friends. “What do you mean you don’t know?” She asked.
“I didn’t tell myself to stand!” Christine said, she was moving around in strange circles, zigzagging in the living room. Tara looked from Ali to Christine and began laughing. They had arrived together so she figured this was just some sort of game.
“Ok guys, very funny.” Tara said. Christine turned suddenly to face Tara. Walking into the kitchen the girl picked up the bowl of chips and dumped the contents on the floor. “What the hell!” Tara screamed in anger. She looked down at the mess on the floor, a few chips had landed on her bare feet. “What the heck is your problem?” Tara continued, suddenly her hands lashed forwards without warning and took the bowl from Christine’s hands. Turning it upright she placed it on Christine’s head.
“Ow!” Ali cried. She was grabbing her butt again, but she wasn’t lying on the couch this time. Tara was about to say something when she felt something poke her in the butt as well. It was sharp like a pin. “Ah!” Tara cried, and Christine cried out as well still wearing the bowl on her head. Tara wanted to laugh, but a few more sharp pricks in her left butt cheek prevented her from doing it.
“This is crazy!” Tara cried.
“Really!” Christine said, finally pulling the bowl off her head. All three girls looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity, each one tried in vain to figure out what was happening to them. “Maybe we should talk to PJ.” Tara offered. Christine and Ali looked strangely at her friend. “Why?” Ali asked, confused as to why Tara would mention PJ.
“Because! He’s always talking about voodoo stuff. Maybe that’s what this is!”
“PJ?” Christine said, with a smirk. “The guy who keeps trying to tickle us?”
“Right!” Tara said, nodding. Tara recalled several times where she and her friends had denied they were ticklish just to avoid being tickled, in reality they were extremely ticklish and dreaded getting pedicures or any other kind of treatments that involved their ticklish spots.
“Maybe…” Ali began, it was than that they felt heat on the soles of their bare feet. “Ah…” Ali said, wincing. She was lifting her feet off, and on the carpeted floor. Tara and Christine were feeling heat too, it started near their toes, and moved towards the middle, and heels of their feet. “Ow.” Christine cried, she was racing out of the kitchen and headed towards the bathroom. “Where are you going?” Tara asked, she was doing a strange movements as she was trying to keep both feet off the ground. The soles of her feet were becoming increasingly red, and the pain was becoming unbearable.
“Bathroom! I’m…” Christine said, her voice shook.
“Pool!” Tara ordered. The girls flew outside into the backyard and started tearing off their clothes. Thankfully the girls had worn their bikinis underneath their regular clothes. Each girl wore a two piece bikinis. Tara’s was black, and had a red stripe running down her right breast, Christine’s was red, and Ali’s was red also, but this one had a logo sewn across her breast. The girls jumped into the pool. The instant their feet touched the water they cooled.
“Thank god!” Ali sighed, feeling the relief.
“Are they burned?” Christine asked, offering her right foot to Tara. Tara examined the bottoms of both of Christine’s feet, and than Tara’s. Than they examined her feet. They weren’t burned, and skin wasn’t singed. “That’s weird.” Tara said, pulling her foot back. The girls wadded in the pool for a moment, before Tara nodded. “Let‘s get out and see if it starts up again..” She said. Ali and Christine followed Tara out of the pool. They were nervous about pulling their feet out of the water.
The burning didn’t start up again. “I don’t know what happened in there, but let’s hang out here for a while, ok?” Ali asked, she was starting to get freaked out. Christine nodded, and Tara wasn’t about to argue with her friend. Still her mind continued to go back to PJ. She couldn’t help but wonder if he had something to do with what was going on.
The girls found a tree that offered plenty of shade and started to pace back and forth. Their feet didn’t feel numb, or strange because of the burning. And they were thankful for that. “I don’t like what’s happening here.” Christine said, after a while. “Here I thought you were enjoying yourself.” Ali said, she was still freaked at what had happened. “That’s enough.” Tara said, she knew that fighting each other wasn’t going to solve anything. Ali breathed deeply. She looked remorseful for what she had said. She opened her mouth to apologize when her words suddenly got stuck in her throat. “You ok?” Christine asked. When Ali opened her mouth she burst out laughing.
Christine had never seen her friend laughing so hard, this caused her to smile. “What are you laaaa…HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Christine began suddenly, she fell backwards and started kicking her feet wildly in the air.
Tara placed her hands over her mouth to prevent herself from laughing. She could feel something soft tickling her feet, but she couldn’t see what it could possibly be. “HAHAHAHA
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Ali screamed, and was running around the yard. Tara was on her knees examining her feet while she was crackling with laughter. Nothing was on them except for a little wet grass and dirt. Tara grabbed Christine’s right foot and started to examine it. Christine screamed, and tried to pull her feet away, but Tara held fast. She ran her own fingers over Christine’s feet trying to feel whatever it was that was tickling them, but because she was being tickled herself she couldn’t hold onto them for very long.
Ali had fallen a few yards away and was rolling over the lawn, her laughter hadn’t died and her feet were still kicking wildly. Tara was on the ground too, she was bucking wildly, and screaming for help, but she knew no one would come. Even if they did what could they do? The tickling felt constant on their feet, it ran over their heels, between their toes, and over their arches. Ali had tears draining down her cheeks, but her laughter hadn’t died, and Christine had curled into a fetal position and slantingly laughing. Tara screamed, and kicked her feet. She dug her heels into the ground, and even tried to run like Ali did, but the tickling caused her to fall back down.
As the tickling wore on the girls felt their strength leave them, and they were all on the verge of crying. Suddenly the tickling stopped. “That’s it!” Tara said, weakly getting to her feet. “I’m going to find PJ.” And with that she was off. Ali and Christine were lying in the yard starring up at the sky with blurred eyes. “I can’t believe what’s happening.” Christine said. She saw Ali’s head suddenly appear over her. “Help!” Ali cried, Christine was about to get up when she realized she couldn’t. “Hey!” Christine said, she tried to get up again, but her limbs refused to obey. Ali suddenly reached forwards and started tickling Christine’s sides. Christine burst into laughter as the girl raked her fingers over her sides, and began poking her ribs.
“STOP IT! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Christine laughed. Ali tried to pull her hands away, but something was controlling them. “I can’t stop.” Ali cried. Suddenly she too burst into laughter as something started raking over her feet. Ali tried to roll away, but she couldn’t move except for her fingers, and her head which was shaking vigorously. Christine’s body felt like it had been nailed to the ground. As much as she tried to move, the stronger the grip the ground had on her.
After a few moments of this Christine got up on her knees, and began tickling Ali’s sides. Again she had no control over her body, she tried to fight whatever invisible force had hold of her, but it didn’t seem to matter how hard she struggled and fought. Ali was still tickling Christine’s sides as well. Both girls were facing each other, tears were draining down their cheeks. “PLEASE STOP!” Ali begged. “I CAN’T! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Christine laughed, suddenly her hand were pulled above her head and Ali’s slid her fingers into her pits. Christine screamed, her eyes went wide.
Christine’s pits grew red in color. “At least I can breath.” Thought Ali, the tickling on her feet had quit. Her nails were raking over Christine’s soft pits. She tried to pull away, to fall backwards. After a few minutes her arms flew over her head and Christine began tickling her pits as well. Ali cried, and wiggled left and right. Christine tickled Ali considerably longer than Ali tickled her, but when it stopped both girls fell onto their backs. “Please no more!” Christine cried, she felt her fingers moving over to Ali’s bell, as Ali’s fingers crawled over hers. When their fingers reached their destinations both girls starting poking each others bellybuttons.
Tara had followed the road for several minutes before she cut through a few yards, and soon found herself in PJ’s back yard. She was running up to his back porch when she suddenly froze in place like a statue. “What the…” She began. Her right foot was planted to the ground, and her left was in the air. PJ appeared at the back door of his house and stepped outside. “PJ help!” Tara cried. Her eyes shifted towards his smiling face, to the strange doll he held in his hands. The doll was shaped just like Tara was standing. “Ok.” PJ said, with a laugh. He pulled on the doll’s arms and moved them above it’s head, to Tara’s horror her arms followed suit and they were pulled over her head.
“PJ!” Tara cried. PJ didn’t say anything, he only laughed as he walked down the steps of his back porch and slowly approached Tara. “Remember when you said you weren’t ticklish?” PJ asked, putting his hands in front of his body, he was wiggling his fingers. “Time to test that theory.” He said. “That’s what this is about?” Tara asked. “You didn’t haavveee!” She began, but PJ was slowly tracing his fingers in Tara’s pits. “Nice bikini!” PJ said, looking at Tara’s chest. His fingers were tracing up and down in her pits causing Tara to laugh uncontrollably.
“HEHEHAHAHAHAHAHAHA…WHY?!” Tara asked, managing to get at least one word out.
“B-Because!” PJ said, with a chortle. His fingers moved from Tara’s pits to her belly, than her ribs. Tara couldn’t believe how she was being tickled. Standing in the middle of his yard like a statue, in one of the strangest poses she had ever seen. PJ was reeking havoc no her belly, massaging the muscles in her stomach. Tara starred down at PJ, her face was twisted in a goofy grin, and her whole body was shaking, but still she remained standing there.
PJ walked around Tara and began tickling her foot. He tortured each of her cute toes individually, and than scratched her heels. He couldn’t believe how soft, and sensitive her feet were, how cutes, and totally ticklish her toes were. He ran a single finger over the sole for what seemed like hours to Tara, when he stopped he once again faced Tara. “Had enough?” He asked, but had no intention of stopping.
“Yes!” Tara said, tears had formed in the corners of her eyes. “Sorry.” Said PJ, going to his knees. He ran his finger over Tara’s bellybutton, making tiny circles around it, he than dug his index finger inside and began poking. Tara’s belly vibrated as he continued to poke. “HEHEHE
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” She laughed. “Please no more!” She begged, but PJ ignored her pleas. He wasn’t planning on showing any mercy for quiet a while. The way he had set up Ali’s and Christine’s dolls they were going to be tickling each others bellybuttons for quiet some time. PJ smiled, he couldn’t believe this was happening. And Tara couldn’t believe he wouldn’t stop.
-THE END-
