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My Friends and Their Revenge (F/F and FFF/F)

Jersey Girl

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Hey guys! It’s been a while, so I figure my writing chops are owed a bit of practice. And funny enough, I’m in one of those moods where there’s only one thing I really wanna write about… Bet you can't guess what it is 😅

**NOTE! This is a long one. I noticed that after the fact, so. Sorry! 😅**

Right, so. Same school, same floor, at least for a little while longer (one more year to go!). I’m still “closeted” with my little thing for tickling, so when I see an opportunity, I’m careful. I still take it, but I’m careful, that's all! And so far, thankfully, my secret’s still safe (at least I’m pretty sure). In hindsight, though, I know there are times when I’m really pressing my luck.

Like one night this past April. A bunch of us on the floor were having a little party, drinks and all, right there in the little common area. It was spring, the seniors were leaving, so the RA, already a pretty chill guy, completely did not give a shit. The place was all ours.

There’s music, there’s beer pong, there’s whatever debauchery. Some couples take rooms and lock the doors, and when we start to hear thumping, the music gets louder. A little bit of chaos, but not the worst it’s been. I make the rounds and have some drinks and before too long, I plop on the couch and fall right asleep. (Your girl’s a super fucking lightweight.) Out like a light, and it’s not even eleven.

Fast-forward to two in the morning, and I’m curled up in a blanket, still lying on the couch, and I can hear the TV. The party’s pretty finished, but from its ashes, some friends of mine had created an impromptu movie night, all sitting in a semicircle of sofas with the TV in the center, talking and chatting away with no regard to what’s playing. On the sofa to the left are Meghan and Tom, a pretty chill couple who I hang out with sometimes, as long as I’m never the third wheel. Dani’s on the sofa to the right, all sprawled out across it with it no one to contest the space. Her and I had Poli Sci together last semester, and it got us pretty tight. She's one of my better friends on the floor. And lastly, there’s Nisha, who’s with me on the center couch, hogging more than her fair share of the half. “Hey!” said Nisha when she saw me wake up. “How you feeling, sleepyhead?”

Truth be told, I was feeling alright! Still a little drunk, but not too much. I smiled at Nisha, then turned to the TV. “God,” I said. “What are we watching?”

“Centurion!” said Tom in the corner. “You’re not too late. The good part’s coming.”

“It’s been coming forever,” said Dani, who was texting on her phone.

“Come on, give it a chance.” Tom turned to Meghan. “You like it, don’t you, babe?”

Meghan said nothing.

From then on, it was an endless debate over whether Tom should change the movie and, if so, what else we should watch. Dani, Tom, and Meghan all had their own opinions. Nisha wasn’t watching, and neither was I.

Nisha is a very pretty, half-black junior who I once had an English class with. Cute, by my tastes, and very, very chill. Rumor had it she was bi, but I hadn’t asked her myself. She sat there texting on her side of the couch, a tight black top hugging her torso and her legs tucked beneath the blanket we shared. I felt them touching mine as I tried to go to sleep. A few minutes pass and I feel her shift around… And when I open my eyes, I’m treated to a sight. Her two little feet wearing turquoise ankle socks, poking out beneath the blanket only inches from my face.

Ahh, shit.

Moments ago, I’d wanted to sleep, and maybe that’d be better. Because even drunk, I was keenly aware that, whatever I did with those two feet, I was sure to wake up embarrassed. Not only one or two, but three other friends were sitting nearby, and all of them would watch and think I’m a weirdo.

But then again... who the fuck cares.

Her feet kept sitting on their claim of the cushion, shifting gently and playing around. The longer I stared at those cute little things, almost close enough to brush against my cheek, the more my restraint began to come apart. I watched them and they watched me back, at a distance so small I could kiss them… And they sat there tempting, teasing me to do it.

So I did.

With hardly any movement, I planted a delicate little kiss on the ball of her foot. Nisha looked up from her phone, a smirk on her face. “Jessie, are you still drunk?”

“Maybe,” I said, my heart pounding hard in my chest.

Nisha grinned, bit her lip, and looked around at the other three. Dani, Tom, and Meghan were all still talking away, a decision unmade on what movie to watch. Then she turned to me again, all curled up on the couch with what I hoped was an innocent look on my face. In spite of the smile, I wasn’t sure what she was thinking. A moment later, I found out… when she used her foot to boop me on the nose.

She even said it, too. “Boop,” she went, that smirk on her face, almost like she knew what she was doing. And just like that, my heart was going again. That tiny little gesture, so unexpected and cute, turned me on even more than it should’ve. And at that moment, I knew it was over. There could be no redress. She had to be tickled.

I took one hand and softly held her by the ankle, right in the spot where her sock ended and her skin began. And with the other hand, I took one finger and dragged it up across her arch. “Boop,” I said in return. She jerked a tiny bit.

More encouraged, she eyed me again. “Boop-boop,” she said, poking my nose with both feet this time, one after the other. And in response, I took both of her feet in my arm and dragged all five fingers across both soles at once. She jerked harder, almost jumping where she sat, and then giggled at her own reaction.

I kept my arm snug around both of her ankles, making sure she couldn’t get away, but she made no effort to. “If you’re so ticklish,” I said, teasing one finger gently across her two little soles, watching them wiggle in response… “You might wanna watch what you do.”

With a grin still perched on her face, Nisha eyed me and said, “I think that goes double for you.”

And then I felt it. Beneath the blanket, I felt a long fingernail ride swiftly along the bottom of my own foot. I gasped and jerked away and then quickly counterattacked, digging four of my fingers beneath her toes. “Did you just try to tickle me?” I said.

“HAHAHA--NOOOHOHO!”

She bucked her whole body trying to get away, but my grip on her ankles was tight. With my one free hand, I slipped a couple fingers under the hems of both of her socks and said, “You just lost your right to these!” And with a swift little yank, I pulled both of them clean off, leaving the two of her feet all bare and exposed, writhing in their freedom and then huddling together to protect one another.

And let me just say, they were fuckin cute as shit. With both of the things so close to my face, I paused for a second just to see them. They were soft and smooth and blemish-free, with nice little arches and inviting little curves all the way up to her ten perfect toes. And the way they reacted just made it even cuter. The fear on those poor little feet was palpable, like mice standing cornered before a big, hungry cat. And I was the cat. Nisha held her breath, her face all scrunched because she knew what was coming… And then it came.

“AAH! JESS -- HAHAHAHA!”

My fingers dug into both of the captives together, my nails spidering the smooth, perfect skin, watching her two feet dodge and wiggle around like magnets of the same charge. I tickled her everywhere -- from her heels to her arches and back again, across her toes and in between. Shit was like a field day for me, just watching her wriggle and squirm, feeling her pull and fail to get away, squealing like a baby all the while. It was addicting; her laughs were infectious.

I could’ve stayed toying with her for days and ages more, but somewhere down the line in all the excitement, I completely forgot my surroundings. As in, there were three other people all hanging in the lobby, slowly forgetting their own conversation as they watched the scene unfold. And only a minute into tickling Nisha’s poor little pair of feet, I felt myself being wrenched away by the shoulders, and then that same pair of hands found its way into my sides. I jumped, letting Nisha escape, and found myself quickly overcome by this foreign sneak attack.

It was Dani. She squeezed my sides hard, forcing from me an embarrassing squeak, and I instantly turned into pudding. As I rolled to get away, she yanked hard in the other direction, pulling me clear off the couch and onto the carpet, where she wasted no time in climbing onto my belly. “You wanna be a bully, Jess?” she said as she straddled my waist, sounding half playful and half genuinely vengeful. “Well, why don’t we see how you like it, huh?”

Before I could do anything, her hands flew under my shirt and clumsily pinched at my ribs and my sides. And practiced or not, she toppled me with ease. I burst out laughing and writhed beneath her, trying desperately to wrest her seeking hands away, but they were already in deep, and there was no coming back.

“You like it? Huh? Is this what you like?” yelled Dani. If I weren’t in such a tizzy, I’d have caught the irony -- she had no idea how much I liked it 😅

Another few moments and I was a teary, giggling mess, struggling helplessly like a fish out of water. A scream escaped my lips that made Tom go, “Jesus, guys! People are sleeping!”

“Shut up, Tom,” said Dani, turning to him for just long enough for me to catch my breath. “She’s been owed this for longer than you know. Nisha, you want a turn?”

Nisha smiled. “Nah, I’m good.”

Dani shrugged. “Suit yourself. Meghan, come over here.”

Ah, shit.

Meghan got up from the couch and stood over Dani, staring down at the poor, heaving soul (i.e. me) on the carpet. “Where do you want me?”

Said Dani, “Get her feet.”

Fuck.

These were both girls I’d made victims of before, and rarely has the debt been repaid. This was their chance for recompense, and I knew I was about to get shit on. The butterflies started going in my belly. Being on the receiving end of tickles is something that hasn’t happened to me with any regularity for years… But that night, I had the privilege of remembering how much it turns me on.

Meghan made herself comfortable sitting on my thighs, back to back with Dani, teammates with a task. I’m a small girl, so the weight was a little much… But it wasn’t the thing I was worried about most. No, what worried me most is when I started feeling the gentle crawl of Meghan’s fingertips across my thin cotton socks. “Ooh,” she cooed, watching my feet shy away from wherever her fingers went. “You gave me a good spot, Dani. So ticklish, look at ‘em! I’m barely even doing anything yet.”

Dani gave an evil grin, sliding her hands under my shirt and setting them on my ribs. She said to Meghan, “You ready?”

I felt Meghan’s hands steady themselves over my feet. “Ready,” she said.

I sucked in a breath. Tom plugged his ears. A moment of tension… Then the whole world exploded.

Both pairs of hands and all twenty fingers went nuts over every ticklish part of me. I tried to buck and kick, but their weight held me down like a rock. Helplessly, I screamed as Dani found her way from my sides to my ribs and all the way up to my armpits. I shut my arms on her hands, accidentally trapping them and making the whole torture even worse. Meghan scratched and scribbled at my feet with no rhyme or reason, jumping from one spot to the next and briefly settling wherever she thought my cries were the loudest. And all throughout, my whole body was electric, like being stung with a cattle prod -- I had no control of my movements whatsoever. I rolled and bucked and burned all my energy until, once again, I was a limp mound of Jell-O, all my screams spent, just silently laughing and crying amid all their calls of “You like that? You like that?” until I was a hysterical nothing.

I don’t know how long it went on. It felt like hours, but couldn’t have really been more than a minute before Nisha put a stop to the whole thing. “Guys, guys! Hold up a minute,” she said.

Their hands relaxed, leaving me to pant and catch my breath again, the whole world spinning in front of me. “Meghan,” said Nisha, getting up from the couch, “you’re doing it wrong. It’s painful to watch.”

Meghan scoffed. “Like you’re the expert.”

“Better than you!” Nisha teased. She came and knelt down in front of my feet while I was still panting away. “Let me show you what you’re doing wrong.”

Dani and Meghan watched her with interest, like a teacher giving a class. Nisha smiled at her audience. “First thing’s first…” She pinched the hems of both of my socks and said, “These have got to go.” And with a flick of her wrists, they were gone. It happened so quickly, I barely had time to register that my feet were now completely unprotected. The cold air hit them, and I wiggled my toes. “Obvious, right?” said Nisha. “It's sooo much better barefoot.”

“Good call,” said Dani. “Not like she’s ever left our socks on.”

“Aww… Look, you guys!” Meghan teased my newly bare feet with just one finger, making me jump with a tiny little yelp. “They're so sensitive! It’s already so much easier.”

She was right. It was already twice as bad. I braced myself.

Slowly, Meghan ran her fingers over both my feet, as if she was warming up. I started to struggle… But then Nisha swatted her hands away. “Here, Meghan. Step two. What I’ve got and you don’t… Nails.”

Then all of a sudden, there were ten long nails raking their way slowly down both of my feet, from the tips of my toes all the way down to my heels and then back up to repeat. It tickled so hard it made me arch my back and screech with a tone that could shatter fucking glass. The people in their rooms must have been hearing an exorcism.

“See?” said Nisha, raking once more for good measure, all three girls taking pleasure in watching me squeal. “Easy-peasy. Just gotta be smart.”

“Sweet! Can I try?”

“Sure! Just come right over here.”

Fuck. It wasn’t over.

Nisha held me down while Meghan and Dani switched positions. They sat by my legs and each took one naked foot into their laps. Then, in their absence, Nisha climbed onto my waist so she could cover my upper body. “Fuck,” I breathed. “You guys are gonna kill me.”

Nisha smiled. “Safe word is orange.”

And then she dug into my sides.

Triggered by the laughter that ensued, Dani and Meghan started raking their nails across my feet the way Nisha had shown them. Seconds later, I was flat-out screaming. It was total sensory overload, Nisha with her nails digging all over my abdomen and the two other girls using actual technique on my poor, defenseless feet, neither leaving any stone unturned in their quest to make me . Nisha was light enough that I could buck her up and down, but it wasn’t enough to escape. For the third time that night, I was completely fucking helpless, every spot I had being attacked in unison. Even if I’d wanted to say “orange,” I’m sure I couldn’t have done it. Makes me wonder how you crazy people with all your bondage and restraints can get away with this shit on the regular. Safe words and tickling are not an effective combo. Lucky for me, I’m a staunch little trooper. I can tough me out some tickling.

At some point, my screams must have gotten too loud. A door flew open in the hallway and an angry-sounding guy went, “Yo! Can you people stop fucking out here? It’s two in the goddamn morning!” And then the door slammed shut.

Oops. That’s embarrassing.

My friends must have thought so, too, because they all settled down and slowly climbed off of me. Tom clucked his tongue. “I told you guys.”

“Shut up, Tom.”

Dani and Meghan went back to their couches. Nisha offered me a hand and helped me back up, with me still heaving for breath. “You see what happens when you tickle people, Jessie?” she said. “Don’t dish out what you can’t receive.”

“I think I… took it just fine,” I squeaked between breaths as I went to go collect my socks.

“Yeah, fuckin’ right!” called Dani from her couch. “You were crying like a baby. So no more of this tickling shit, alright? ‘Cause now you know what’s coming to you.”

To her, it was a threat. To me, it was a challenge.

... And yeah, that was that!

So. All in all, proooobably one of the worst times I’ve ever been tickled. And I’m 100% sure it never would have happened if all of us hadn’t been at least a little bit drunk. Still, though! The whole thing was good enough that it kept me with some thought fodder (i.e. like, mental porn… you know what I mean 😅 ) for the next couple weeks. And better yet, I wasn't embarrassed! Something about them tickling me back made it feel less weird. Like just a regular, playful thing that friends do with friends instead of such a dirty pleasure. So if Dani thinks I'll be dissuaded by threats of being tickled back, then oh man, does she have another thing coming :p

And uh, wow. Looking back, this one was a real fucking doozy. So if you made it this far, thanks a ton. I hope you enjoyed it! :peace:
 
Great story, Thanks for sharing it with us

I think a bit of revenge is in order for your friends. lol
 
Loving your stories. Well written. From my own experiences I remember what these situations would do to me, and by the end of the story I had butterflies in my tummy lol
 
Super hot story! Sounds like you need to keep Nisha around for a while!
 
Awesome story. Makes me wish I could experience being tickled while being totally helpless like you were. I hope you end up with more stories to tell down the road.
 
That was amazing. I totally want to tickle you now. You gotta keep getting them
 
This was not too long. You had a great level of detail, thanks it was a good read.
 
Awesome story! Do you maybe you "converted" some of your friends? One can only hope.
 
I'm just going to throw this out here - when you're into kink and someone you're flirting with climbs on you and says, "your safeword is orange," you KNOW you have a keeper....

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First of all, I want to thank you for your story, Jerset Girl, and congratulate you!

And better yet, I wasn't embarrassed! Something about them tickling me back made it feel less weird. Like just a regular, playful thing that friends do with friends instead of such a dirty pleasure.

I'm glad (and a bit envy haha, but in good terms) you have such an experience. You have a good group of friends, I wish you good experiences in the future :)

So if you made it this far, thanks a ton. I hope you enjoyed it! :peace:

Thanks to you. It is by far one of the better stories (if not the best) I've read in months. It is so well detailed and written and pleasurable to read. It is not easy to do something like that. I usually avoid long stories because I usually dont want to expend that time (Im a slow reader) in it, but yours make me do it. Also I just read usually but i wanted to stop by and leave you a comment!

Thank you again and happy tickling!
 
I enjoyed your story. At least I am not the only one who closets their fetish for tickling. lol I love how you put vivid detail. Have you talked to anyone about your fetish?
 
NICE STORY! May you have more tickling experiences to write about. :thumbsup:
 
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