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Hey guys,
The latest installment is up. It took me a little longer than I thought, but this one ended up being my longest one yet.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated. I have some ideas for the path of the series, but am always interested in seeing what people would like to see. Also curious if people prefer the longer story like this that might take a little longer or if they prefer a shorter story more frequently.
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)
Katy & Amber featuring Nicki - Episode 4: Tickle-Text Messaging (f/f tickle talk)
Katy & Amber featuring Nicki - Episode 5: Netflix & Pizza (f/f, nylons)
Katy & Amber - Episode 6: The Blanket Burrito (f/f, nylons)
Katy & Amber featuring Nicki - Episode 7: Two for the Price of One (f/ff, nylons)
A couple of days had passed since the most recent activity between Katy and Amber. It had been an epic “win” for Amber. Usually the more reticent of the two roommates, Amber had created the opportunity and taken full advantage of it, attacking Katy with a combination of all-out tickle attacks and euphoria-inducing toe nibbles that had brought Katy to the brink of pleasure, only to be interrupted by a pizza delivery man knocking on the door.
Indeed, the last few weeks had been incredibly eye-opening for the friends. Discoveries had been made. Weaknesses had been exploited. The two friends once thought they knew all there was to know about each other and had experienced everything best friends could, but the experiences of these last few days had changed that perspective.
But despite the girls’ initial uncertainties, nothing had really changed about their friendship. Initially, both girls harbored some internal reservations about whether the dynamic of the friendship had been altered. In no time, though, the girls realized that they could still continue to be friends as they had always been; nothing had changed. Sure, they now knew about one more weakness that the other possessed, but in the end, what difference did it make? Was it not normal for someone to experience those kinds of feelings? And, sure, maybe most friendships didn’t necessarily exploit that weakness, but Katy and Amber had always been close, and their friendship had always had that extra element to it. Maybe most friends didn’t snuggle under the blanket watching a scary movie. Maybe most friends didn’t play with the others’ hair. Maybe most friends didn’t use any excuse to tickle the other. But Katy and Amber weren’t “most friends”, and before long, things had returned to their “normal” routine. Indeed, much to their relief, nothing had changed about their friendship at all.
One other thing that hadn’t changed, unfortunately for the girls, was the weather. This historic cold spell that had gripped the university continued its strangle-hold on the town, effectively trapping its residents indoors save for the occasional trip to the store or, for Katy, Amber, and other students, trips to classes.
It had been a busy week for both girls, as the demands and pressure of academic life bore the brunt of the girls’ attention. As Thursday evening rolled around, the girls were seeking an outlet, a way to distance their minds from the textbooks that had dominated their attention all week. The girl mulled over their options, dismissing each suggestion for one reason or another, until it was determined that the night would be best served staying in and relaxing instead of exerting more energy elsewhere. This was a concept endorsed by Nicki, as well, and soon, it was decided that the three girls would spend the evening with take-out Chinese food and the Golden Girls marathon that was playing on TV that night.
Katy had been the first one to finish up with classes on Thursday. Unzipping her black boots and placing them in the closet, Katy began walking towards the kitchen, the silence of the apartment augmenting the swishing sound of both her socked feet rubbing against the carpet and of the legs of her jeans brushing against each other with each step. Katy had completed her wardrobe with a blue and red plaid button down shirt, which she wore over a stretchy white camisole. Her hair was done up in a pony tail.
With the apartment to herself for a moment, she took the time to put away her backpack for the night and start skimming through pamphlets of the various Chinese food locations in the area. Amber arrived home soon after and found Katy reading through each take-out menu in search of the best Pu Pu Platter combination.
“Does anyone really eat egg rolls?” asked a frustrated Katy as Amber walked in the kitchen. Katy pushed the five different take-out menu she had in front of her towards the center of the table as if she could not bear to have them in her presence any longer.
Amber laughed at her roommate’s frustration. “My uncle does, actually,” she added, quickly realizing by the look on Katy’s face that the question was more rhetorical in nature. Amber shifted gears and strategized, “Let’s just order a bunch of stuff. It’s not like it’ll go to waste. Chinese food is always better the second day anyways.”
With that, Amber took a seat at the table next to Katy, resting her left leg on the chair first before sitting the rest of her body on top of that leg so her left foot stuck out from underneath her. As had so often been the case of late, Amber was wearing nylons this day; today, she wore them under a pair of super skinny jeans. Katy chuckled internally as she noted this, joking to herself that it was almost difficult to notice where the jeans ended and the nylons began. Amber wore a red long sleeve shirt that bore the university’s insignia on it.
Together, the two girls began circling their choices on one randomly selected take-out menu. This particular restaurant offered the convenience of online ordering, a must for anyone requesting extra duck sauce.
In short time, the girls had placed the order and finished tidying up the living room just as Nicki arrived at their door. Katy ushered Nicki in, giving her room so she could remove her own boots at the door. While Katy and Amber weren’t necessarily dressed up, Nicki was undoubtedly sporting a more casual look this evening: a pair of black leggings that covered a pair of red wool socks and a white long-sleeve t-shirt that she wore under a gray hooded university sweatshirt.
The girls could exchange pleasantries only briefly before there was yet another knock at the door as their food had arrived. Katy spread the food out on the living room table so the girls could eat buffet style and the girls made small talk as they ate their meals.
“So, you two have had quite the week, it seems,” said Nicki matter-of-factly, an obvious tongue-in-cheek reference to the “discoveries” that had taken place over the last few days. “Looks like you both had better always walk around with your guard up.”
“Oh, she’s way more vulnerable than I am,” said Amber confidently. Amber’s response caused Katy’s jaw to drop in shock at the statement, which Amber noticed. “Oh, come on,” continued Amber, arguing her point. “You just do the lightest touch on that spot on your foot and you turn to goo,” Amber laughed. “At least with mine you have to catch me in a skirt or shorts.”
“First of all,” retorted Katy, assuming her best mock-lawyer tone, “I do not turn to goo,” she said, using air quotes around the phrase ‘turn to goo’ for emphasis. “And second,” she continued, “a person who knows what she’s doing can get to your thighs even without shorts or a skirt.” Katy folded her arms triumphantly as if to claim victory in this mini-debate.
Nicki laughed as she watched this fake argument. “You two are too much,” she said, clapping her hands. “Every friendship should be like this.”
“Too bad her argument is flawed,” responded Amber, getting up off the couch to grab a drink from the kitchen. “Find that spot on her foot and she’s toast.”
“Is your argument flawed?” whispered Nicki as soon as Amber was out of ear shot. “Can you get to her thighs?” she asked, both genuinely curious and also hoping to offer some prodding encouragement to Katy.
“I’m sure there’s a way,” said Katy, though her voice belied a tone of uncertainty in her own words.
“Well, I hope so for you,” Nicki said, pointing to Katy’s feet, “because she’s right; your feet are totally vulnerable,” she said, sticking her tongue out for comedic purposes.
Katy instinctively curled her feet up under her legs on the couch to hide them. Amber and Nicki were right, Katy knew. Despite her claims to the contrary, Katy did indeed turn to goo when someone found that spot on her foot, and for someone who was so frequently either barefoot or with only nylons covering her feet, Katy was in a constant state of vulnerability.
“So which one of us will be Blanche?” asked Amber, returning to the room. Her question pulled Katy out from her inner thoughts, catching her by surprise.
“Oh, why girls,” began Nicki, channeling her inner Rue McLanahan. “Why I just know that’s going to end up being me.” The girls all shared a laugh and continued the evening.
Amber put down a drink for each of Katy and Nicki in front of them as she walked by them. Instantly, Katy shot up from her sitting position so that she was directly behind Amber, facing her back.
“Whoa there!” said a startled Amber. Indeed, the proximity of the coffee table and the couch did not afford room for two people to be standing so close to each other. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Proving you wrong,” said Katy, rapidly reaching around Amber’s waist and putting her hands inside the pockets of Amber’s jeans, effectively trapping her hands in the pouches. Once inside, Katy began clawing her hands repeatedly against Amber’s thighs. The effect was instantaneous.
“Oh my God no!” shouted Amber, immediately realizing that Katy had in fact found a way to prove Amber’s argument was flawed. Amber began frantically trying anything she could to end the attack: hopping up and down, pulling at Katy’s wrists, trying to grab at Katy’s hands through the jeans to stop the clawing motion. Nothing worked. “Katy, no! Oh my God, no!” shouted a suddenly panicked Amber, who was quickly realizing that she was running out of options.
Nicki laughed at the spectacle before her. She had to hand it to Katy; Katy had indeed found a way to prove Amber vulnerable even in jeans. Amber continued hopping, making her way over to where she was sitting, though Katy’s hands remained ensconced within her jean pockets. In a last-ditch effort, Amber fell stomach-first to the couch, hoping that her momentum would pull Katy’s hands out of her pockets. Katy held fast, though, and fell with Amber, and now the two girls lay one on top of the other, Katy’s arms wrapped around Amber’s waist and her hands – and Amber’s pockets – now hidden beneath Amber as she lay on the couch.
“Katy! You have to stop!” yelled Amber, her body battling both sensations on her thighs concurrently. Yes, it tickled – a lot – but even more, it was beginning the produce the same result as the last time Katy had played with Amber’s thighs. Fortunately for Amber, the extra layer of protection – the jean pocket – did provide some defense against Katy’s attack, though not much. Still, the existence of the pocket layer meant that this was not a direct hit. Of course, the fact that it wasn’t as vulnerable to one sensation only meant that it was more vulnerable to another; where it had been almost entirely sensual before, this attack produced more of a ticklish feeling, and Amber’s body responded with both uncontrollable laughter and slight moans accordingly.
Of course, in falling to the couch and now laying on her stomach, Amber had eliminated any possibility of defending her thighs against Katy’s attack. When she was standing, Amber had the ability to pull and grasp at Katy’s hands – unsuccessful as those attempts may have been. Now, laying in this prone position on her stomach, Amber’s pockets and Katy’s hands were out of each, forcing Amber to do nothing but sit there and take it.
“What’s the matter, Amber?’ asked Katy from above, clearly triumphant in her victory at the moment. Pleased that her hands were stuck in Amber’s jeans without anything Amber could do to change that, Katy continued her assault, alternating between flexing the tips of her fingers to lightly scratch at Amber’s thighs to using her thumb and index finger to lightly pinch. Amber’s constant spasms told Katy that the pinching method was working best. Amber’s skinny jeans did not provide much wiggle room for Katy’s hands, but they also all but ensured that it would be impossible for Amber to get Katy’s hands out of her pockets.
“You win,” shouted Amber amidst laughter. “You win. You win. Just stoppp!”
But Katy would have none of it. The Burrito Blanket episode was still fresh on her mind, and if anything, it had taught Katy not to go easy when you have such an advantage. “Ohhhhh no,” she said. “You didn’t show any mercy when you found my spot. You’re not getting any now,” she laughed. Katy could feel the pantyhose material under Amber’s jeans and knew how vulnerable a situation Amber was in. Katy hadn’t been certain if Amber had been wearing full pantyhose or just knee-high nylon stockings as she sometimes did, but this exploration proved it to be the former. And, of course, recent experience had taught that Amber – indeed, that both girls – were especially vulnerable when nylons were involved.
Amber was lost in emotion. She was effectively trapped. Amber’s descent to the couch had resulted in Amber laying on her belly on the couch with Katy essentially straddling her, with Katy’s arms around Amber’s sides preventing Amber from even rolling over. Katy’s technique tickled, but as the seconds went on, the tickling sensation began to change over, and Amber’s mind began processing the feeling differently. Amber now plopped her head down in the couch cushion to hide any indication of what was happening to her; she hoped that the muffled sound from the cushion would still sound like ticklish laughter. And to be sure, it was still a ticklish laughter, but Amber knew her body and knew that this was a battle she would soon begin to lose.
“You have to get your hands out!” Amber pleaded, desperately hoping one last plea would give Katy pause.
“I can’t,” laughed Katy, enjoying the desperation in Amber’s voice and recognizing it as being like her own desperation the other night. “My hands are stuck, so I couldn’t get them out even if I wanted to.”
Amber dropped her head into the couch cushion once again, resigned to the fact that she was helpless against Katy’s attack. But just as Amber’s head dropped down, Nicki’s head popped up. Nicki had been watching this scene unfold from her spot on the other couch and up until now had been enjoying the view. But… ‘Did Katy just say she can’t get her hands out?’ Nicki thought to herself, and she began analyzing the situation in an altogether different view. Katy did lay atop Amber, but because her hands were trapped in Amber’s pockets, Katy’s arms circled around Amber’s sides, the result of which meant that Katy’s sides and, to a smaller degree, her underarms were completely exposed. This, of course, now certainly caught Nicki’s attention, and she began to quietly make her way off the couch.
“Face it, Amber,” Katy began, unaware that was now being hunted herself, “I’ll always find a way-ay-ay-AY ah ha ha ha ha ha.” Katy wasn’t unable to finish her sentence, as Nicki had pounced into action, attacking Katy’s sides simultaneously. Caught off-guard, Katy hadn’t been expecting this attack at all and quickly collapsed in a fit of laughter.
“Let my hands out! Let my hands out!” Katy begged Amber through a fit of giggles. But there was nothing Amber could do and, frankly, even if there was, she was thankful that Nicki had stepped in to save her from Katy’s assault. Yes, Katy’s hands were still stuck in Amber’s pockets and there was no getting away from that, but now forced to defend her own self against a tickle attack, Katy was no longer able to put much focus on her own attack of Amber.
As always, Nicki proved to be quite the skilled tickler, using her fingers to scratch and knead at the delicate skin on Katy’s sides. Katy was in hysterics. Sure, her feet were her most ticklish spot, but that didn’t mean that she was immune to tickling elsewhere. Nicki positioned herself so she could have better leverage; she now straddled Katy who still straddled Amber.
“Ohhh, Katy,” cooed Nicki, speaking for the first time since beginning her attack. “You left yourself WIDE open to this,” she added, never once pausing in her tickle pursuit. Nicki alternated her attack, kneading her fingers against the softer skin of Katy’s lower side and using her finger nails to scratch against Katy’s ribs, paying careful attention to which produced a better result.
Katy was beside herself. Her outfit provided little in the way of defense from Nicki’s probing digits; indeed, the fabric of the camisole clung so tight to her sides and was so thin and stretchy that it was almost as if she wasn’t wearing anything at all. She tried to wiggle her way out of her plight, but she was trapped. Nicki’s weight pushed her down and, in addition, Katy’s legs straddled Amber’s body in such a way that wiggling off would have been difficult even if there was not also the added weight – and tickling fingers – of Nicki complicating matters. If that weren’t enough, when Nicki jumped on the couch, the resultant motion had caused Amber’s legs to land on top of Katy’s legs - an awkward layout, for sure, but one that nevertheless served to pin Katy’s legs to the couch even more so.
Amber’s situation had improved considerably from a moment ago, but she was still not out of the woods by any means. Sure, Katy could no longer focus on her attack of Amber’s thighs, but Katy’s hands still rested perilously in Amber’s pockets, and each time Katy tried to wiggle or squirm away from Nicki’s tickle attack, Katy reflexively moved her hands during the process. That movement alone was enough to have an effect on Amber, who now found that not only was she battling the feeling of Katy’s hands on her thighs, but now also the sensation of Katy’s melodic laughter in her ear.
Amber’s ears were another sensitive area of her body – nowhere near the level of sensitivity of her thighs, but sensitive nonetheless. And in her predicament, Katy had effectively crashed onto Amber’s back, resulting in Katy’s head now laying next to Amber’s ears. The combination of Katy’s hair and her breath interacting with Amber’s ear – to say nothing of the sweet sound of Katy’s laughter – all teamed up to ensure that this was still not an easy time for Amber in any way.
Without doubt, though, it was Katy who was in the worst predicament at the moment, as Nicki continued her uncontested attack on Katy’s sides.
“Is there anywhere you’re NOT ticklish?” Nicki asked Katy in jest, leaning in to get a closer look at Katy’s face and now she was handling the tickle attack. To be sure, Katy’s eyes were clenched shut and her face had turned red from the laughter. The attack hadn’t even been going on all that long to this point, but it was clear that Katy had already been defeated. “Just one ticklish little girl,” teased Nicki, relishing in the fact that she was so easily able to conquer Katy in this manner.
“What about…” began Nicki, running through a mental checklist of other spots to test on Katy. “Here?”
“Nooooo!!!” shouted Katy through her laughter, completely overwhelmed by Nicki’s new attack on Katy’s underarms. The spaghetti straps of the camisole Katy wore offered literally no coverage for Katy’s underarms, and that combined with the unbuttoned shirt meant Nicki had open access to the bare skin of Katy’s armpit. Nicki let the tips of her fingernails do the talking, twirling them about within the hollows of Katy’s underarms. “Aha ha ha ha ha ha not there -ere -ere -ehaha ha ha ha” begged a hysterical Katy as she tried to do anything she could to distance her delicate underarms from Nicki’s probing digits.
“Awww why not?” asked Nicki teasingly. “It seems like it’s a good spot, no?” she added, laughing at her own joke in the process. She continued to prance her fingers around the delicate hollows of Katy’s armpit.
What little thought Katy could process was spent cursing herself for her choice of clothing tonight. She knew of the risks associated with the spaghetti strap camisole; she herself had taken advantage of many an unsuspecting friend in the past. She had considered putting on a t-shirt in place of the camisole earlier for this very reason, but neither Nicki nor Amber had targeted Katy’s underarms recently, so she foolishly thought she would be safe. It was a decision that she had come to rue.
“OK, OK,” said Nicki, slowing her tickle attack as she spoke. “Maybe not there as you say,” she said, pausing her tickling but leaving her fingers gently resting on the skin of Katy’s underarms. “Besides,” she added, playing it up like an actress might, “I think I have two pairs of trapped feet behind me, don’t I?”
Katy and Amber both simultaneously shot their heads up at this new threat.
“Wait, no!” urged Amber. “Not me!”
“Nooo,” pleaded Katy. “Stay away from the feet.”
But both girls were trapped. Katy’s hands remained stuck in Amber’s pockets, and Amber’s legs pressed down on Katy’s legs under the weight of Nicki, meaning both girls had limited range of motion.
“Oh, the feet,” taunted Nicki as she turned her body around so she had easier access to both girls’ feet. “When will you two learn to keep your shoes on?” she joked, positioning herself so that her body weight could most efficiently trap the two girls. It was the perfect set-up as far as Nicki was concerned. Two pairs of trapped feet. Both upturned, well easily within striking distance. Amber’s already in nylons, while only a thin pair of socks protected Katy’s at the moment.
“Nicki, no,” begged Amber, struggling as Katy wiggled and squirmed around on top of her. “I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” asked Nicki, curious to the motive for Amber’s objection.
“I can’t take both,” she said, before clarifying “I can’t take you tickling my feet with her hands in my pockets” Amber stated.
Nicki smiled a devious smile. “Really?’ she asked, feigning concern for Amber’s situation. “Is it because of,” she began before pausing as she brought one finger just above each of Amber’s feet out of her view. “These nylons?” she finished, dragging each finger down the bottom of Amber’s upturned foot as she said the word “nylons”.
Amber reacted as if she had been electrocuted. “Yessss!” she screamed amidst the giggles that escaped her lips, though that would be the only intelligible word that Amber would make as Nicki’s attack added a second finger and then a third before it turned into an all-out tickle attack.
Freed from her own jam, Katy renewed her focus on Amber’s thighs, scratching and kneading away from inside of Amber’s skinny jeans to the best of her ability. How the situation had changed in a matter of moments. A short while ago, Katy felt like she was on the edge of insanity, Nicki’s fingers eliciting volumes of ticklish laughter from within Katy as Amber sat back and enjoyed what she heard. Now, a change in Nicki’s focus meant that it was Amber who was now in distress, the victim of a double-pronged attack on two of the most sensitive areas of her body.
“Girls, come on!” Amber shrieked through her laughter trying her darndest to obtain even a momentary pause from the attack. Nicki’s fingers continued their torturous waltz across the thin material of Amber’s nylons, though, sending her deeper and deeper into hysterical laughter, while Katy’s fingers worked their magic against her thighs.
“Oh, Amby,” ribbed Nicki. “I swear it’s just too easy,” she finished, now using the tips of her nails to draw circles along Amber’s arch. Katy laughed at Nicki’s words as she continued her own assault on Amber’s thighs, pinching with both her thumb and her index finger. “And speaking of easy,” began Nicki, turning around to get a better view of the girls. “I see another pair of feet back here, too.”
Katy instantly stopped her attack on Amber’s thighs and turned as best she could to face Nicki. “No!” she implored. “You already got me,” she said, trying to add reason to her argument.
“Like I’m going to have your feet right here and NOT tickle them,” laughed Nicki, looking down now as Katy tried with all her might to move her feet from harm’s way, the combination of Amber’s legs pushing down on Katy’s legs and Nicki’s body weight preventing any such movement. Without any more warning, Nicki altered her focus, ending the attack on Amber and shifting to Katy’s feet, twirling one finger all across the thin white sock on Katy’s foot.
“Shhhiiiittt!” shrieked Katy at the first touch, instantly falling into a mess of laughter as Nicki’s finger made contact. “A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,” she laughed, unable to form a single word or even say “stop” as a result of her laughter. Not that it mattered, for Nicki had no intention of stopping. She upped her game, dancing all of her fingers over Katy’s trapped feet, sending the poor girl into silent laughter as Nicki laughed at what she had caused.
“Katyyyy,” cooed Nicki, herself now laughing uncontrollably at the plight Katy was in. “You have socks on. Come on!” she laughed. “I wonder what would happen if…” she began, letting her thought linger in the air for a moment as she continued her assault on Katy’s feet.
“Take them off” urged Amber, just now recovered from the assault that she had just endured and wanting to see Katy suffer the same plight.
“Well, if you insist,” declared Nicki, resting a moment to remove the one layer of protection that Katy had.
“No, no, no!” screeched Katy, somehow able to get these monosyllabic words out despite her current predicament. “Leave my socks on!” she begged.
Privately, Nicki loved it most when they begged. She found it amusing to see or hear what lengths the two girls would go to in order to avoid getting tickled. She knew their efforts were futile, of course. Still, she liked humoring them so that they at least thought they had a chance for mercy. “Now why would I do that?” asked Nicki, allowing Katy a chance to plead her case.
“Puh-leeze” Katy urged, unable to form a rational enough thought to argue her position.
“Just take them off!” yelled Amber again, a huge smile across her face as she knew what Katy was in for once her socks were removed.
“Sorry Kat,” whispered Nicki. “The jury’s spoken.” And with that, Nicki used both index fingers to pull at the elastic of Katy’s socks, sliding them off of Katy’s feet with ease. “Well, well, well,” said Nicki as if she were a kid opening a package at Christmas. “Look what I found.”
“No!” begged Katy, again trying with the last bit of energy built up to free herself from her entrapment. Of course, Katy knew exactly what Nicki had found – nylons. Foolishly, Katy had thought that wearing socks over her nylons might offer some protection, might dissuade Nicki or Amber from targeting her feet. It was a flawed theory, of course, since both Nicki and Amber had tickled Katy’s feet within the last few days through socks and even Keds.
“Looks like it’s my lucky day,” said Nicki as she began a renewed tickle assault on Katy’s trapped feet. This time, Nicki wasted no time. There was no teasing with one finger. There was no gradual build up. It was a full, all-out tickle assault from the start. And its effect was instantaneous. Katy’s body jolted from the initial touch and paroxysms of laughter flowed from within, interspersed with a few choice swear words that Katy was able to form. “Katy,” teased Nicki as she watched Katy helplessly laughing beneath her. “I do think you just might be the most ticklish person I know,” she concluded, dancing her fingers in an exclamation point design on the soles of Katy’s feet to prove her point.
Amber was once again in a familiar spot. No longer the subject of the tickle attack herself, she now had to contend with the effects of Katy’s wriggling hands in her pockets and of Katy’s laughter in her ear. Worse, now, was the verbal teasing Nicki was delivering to Katy. Amber knew that verbal teasing rendered Katy even more ticklish, more helpless if at all possible. But beyond that, it was something that Amber enjoyed to some degree deep-down. It was true that Amber was usually more often on the receiving end of the tickle attack from Katy, especially a well-coordinated one, so Amber subconsciously took great delight when someone else made mention of Katy’s ticklishness, especially in the form of a comparison as Nicki had. Everyone was ticklish, but Amber especially enjoyed it when someone – a friend, a significant other, a family member, anyone – would point out that Katy was more ticklish than most. It served to make Katy seem more vulnerable, in Amber’s eyes, and where Katy was usually the one in control in terms of the tickling, Amber enjoyed the reminder of Katy’s weakness. But now, this combined with Katy’s hands in her pocket, her laughter in her ear, and everything that had transpired over the course of the last five or ten minutes – however long it had been – only served to build the growing surge of emotion that was forming inside Amber’s body. It was a surge that Amber initially hadn’t been aware of, too lost to the music of Katy’s laughter, but now was unquestionably aware of its presence as she tried to focus her attention to something else.
Nicki was not making that easy, of course, continuing her ticklish assault on Katy’s feet while also continuing her verbal assault on Katy’s ticklishness, as well. “I’m not sure I’d ever take my shoes off if I were you,” mocked Nicki as she continued to playfully analyze Katy’s ticklishness, making sure to raise her voice so she could be heard over Katy’s laughter. “I mean, how do you even manage day-to-day activities?” Nicki laughed, not even realizing the effect her words were having on Amber down below. “Have you always been this ticklish?” Nicki asked rhetorically, knowing there was literally no way Katy could form the words to answer the question at this point. “Sleepovers must have been torture… And gosh, pedicures…”
Nicki’s words were too much for both girls. Of course, the words combined with the tickling had left Katy a virtual mess, tears of laughter strolling down her reddened cheeks as she fought to get the laughter out. But the words were having an entirely different effect on Amber, who clenched her eyes shut as her mind remembered all those instances that Nicki was mentioning… The times the girls had gone for pedicures and Amber had watched as Katy lost her mind as soon as she pumice stone came out... The sleepovers where Amber and other girls waited for Katy to fall asleep so they could begin tickling Katy’s feet, Amber watching intently as the undoubtable smile formed across Katy’s sleeping face before the streams of giggles began escaping. That surge was growing within Amber, and the longer Nicki continued with her words, the stronger it was becoming, and it was only a matter of time until…
“Noooooooo!” screamed Amber, snapped away from her inner thoughts unexpectedly as Nicki again targeted Amber’s trapped feet. Judging from Katy’s continued laughter, though, it now seemed as though Nicki was doing double-duty, attacking both girls’ feet simultaneously. “No, no,” begged Amber, “Not again!”
Nicki laughed, savoring the moment. “Gosh look at this... BOTH of them at the same time,” she said with a smile, using one hand to focus on one of each girls’ feet at the same time. “I wonder who is more ticklish,” she pondered aloud while she continued her assault.
“No, no!” begged Amber, Katy still laughing too much to form words. “I can’t. I can’t.” Amber wasn’t able to finish her sentence, and she’s not sure she would have even if she could. She was referencing, of course, her body’s ability to battle the surge of emotion growing inside of her, and now having to deal with Nicki’s fingers tickling her own foot was likely going to be the tipping point for Amber. Nothing else had changed – Katy’s hands still scratched at her thighs as she squirmed around, Katy’s laughter still resonated in Amber’s ear. But now her body also had to contend with Nicki’s fingernails gliding effortlessly across her foot, a foot much too ticklish to bear resistance against such an attack, to say nothing of the added ticklishness brought about by the nylons. Amber clenched her eyes shut, gritted her teeth together, pressed her hands into fists... Anything to try to block out the growing surge within her. She felt the climax coming, wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out… But then just as quickly as it had started, Nicki stopped tickling each girl.
“I was thinking,” Nicki said slowly, allowing the girls to catch their breath as she did. “Someone said something earlier about a spot?” she asked with a smile.
Katy shot up. “Oh my God no!” she implored, knowing full well what Nicki was referencing. “Don’t you dare!” she said, trying to conjure up as much force in her words as she could.
Amber, too, was worried. Yes, this attack would seemingly focus on Katy now, but could Amber overcome the inevitable when Katy began reacting?
“You said it was just a light touch, right?” asked Nicki with a devilish smile. “Do I dare ask where?”
“Oh my God you’re evil!” shrieked Katy, herself unsure of whether she was dreading or looking forward to this next attack. “I’ll never tell!”
“No need, my dear,” said Nicki with a light slap on Katy’s behind. “I have a feeling I’ll know when I find it.” With that, Nicki turned her attention once again to Katy’s trapped feet, smiling at the sight of the prone appendages.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit” Katy whispered to herself, not realizing she was doing so directly in Amber’s ear. The tip of Nicki’s index finger made contact with Katy’s foot ever so lightly, barely pressing down the nylon material that covered Katy’s foot, and giggles began streaming out from Katy’s mouth. Nicki had started near Katy’s toes, so she was safe for now, but she knew it was only a matter of time…
Meanwhile, Amber clenched her eyes shut, whispering “No, no, no” to herself as she prepared for her own battle.
“Not here,” chuckled Nicki, still satisfied with herself that it clearly had a ticklish effect on Katy. She continued moving her finger ever so slowly, being careful not to miss a single spot on Katy’s foot as she searched for her prize.
“No, no, no, no,” Katy continued as Nicki’s finger made its way across her foot, down her toes and across the pad of her foot. Nicki was getting closer, and Katy didn’t know if she had it within her to fight it off. Eyes clenched, Katy envisioned Nicki’s finger along its path as she felt it make its way along the pad of her foot, across the top, down to her ankle, somehow missing the spot entirely. It was a hollow victory, of course, since Katy realized that each spot where Nicki failed to find the spot meant that there was one less choice for her to make.
“No, no, no,” Katy continued as Nicki’s finger traced along her ankle and over her heel. Katy became more and more worried as Nicki got closer and closer to the spot.
“No, no, no, nooOOOOOh my God no!” Katy reacted with a whole-body spasm, nearly kicking Nicki off of her legs entirely.
“Look what I found,” Nicki sang, confident that she had found the elusive spot. She had been getting worried that the spot wouldn’t produce the result she anticipated, but Katy’s body had reacted as if it had a seizure as soon as Nicki’s fingernail brushed up against the instep of her foot. The spot had been found.
“Shit, no, no, no. Oh my God!” continued Katy, unable to respond to Nicki. Katy’s body twisted and turned and squirmed and wiggled around as it instinctively sought to remove its trapped foot from the clutches of its tormentor. “Get off that spot, get off that spot,” urged Katy between giggles. It had been even more surreal than Katy had worried, and now her own wave of emotion was building within her body, growing with each pass of Nicki’s finger along her sensitive instep.
“WOW!” said Nicki, genuinely shocked at how effective this had been against Katy and wondering how she hadn’t discovered it before. “Is this all it takes?” she asked with a slight laugh.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” was all Katy could say over and over again, her mind unable to focus on anything except that one fingernail tracing so lightly along her instep, barely putting enough compression to even press the nylon material against the arch.
If Katy was losing her battle, Amber wasn’t faring any better, herself now subjected to Katy’s moans and sighs close to her ear all the while Katy’s hands still tormented her thighs. Amber had resigned herself to the fact that she would likely lose this battle and now only hoped that Katy might lose her battle first. Amber was weaker, to be sure, having been subject to this torment since this ordeal began when Katy inserted her hands in her pockets, but Katy was clearly losing her battle quickly, so Amber did everything she could to maintain control of her body.
Nicki, meanwhile, was taking great delight in the product of her work, though she wasn’t aware of the effect this was having on Amber. Indeed, Nicki was more focused on Katy, both trying to keep her squirming body under control and listening to her throaty laughter that implied this was much more than just a tickle. Nicki held Katy’s toes with one hand to keep her foot still and used the tip of her other hand to lightly sweep her fingernail across the sensitive spot on Katy’s foot.
The effect was insurmountable to Katy. Her legs began to stiffen and her back arched in a way that it hadn’t yet. She was losing the battle against her body and defeat was imminent. “Oh God, oh God,” she moaned through light giggles. “Nicki, Nicki,” she continued, unable to complete her thought at the time as Nicki introduced a second fingernail that had begun lightly tracing along Katy’s instep.
That was all that was needed.
“Nicky, crap,” Katy yelled. “I’m gonna go…”
“ME TOO!!” screamed Amber from underneath Katy, much to the shock of both Nicki and Katy, though the latter couldn’t really focus on that. Still, it caught Nicki by surprise, so much so that she immediately stopped what she had been doing, mere moments before each girl had been about to reach their peak. Nicki leapt off Katy’s body to look over the two girls.
“Oh my God!” yelled Katy, the tide within her losing its crest. “Why’d you stop?”
“Katy, get off me,” yelled Amber. Despite not having to contend with Katy’s laughter anymore, Katy’s hands were still in Amber’s pockets and were still proving effective in their endeavors.
Katy leapt up off her friend before crashing onto the floor, her body exhausted from what it had just been put through. Amber lay prone on the couch, as well, the sweat glistening off her forehead as her body began to normalize. Neither girl had reached their pinnacle, of course, and, with this not being the first time in the past few days that the girls had been so close, their minds wandered as they lay in their respective areas, knowing what their bodies wanted but unsure of the path.
Nicki sat back down on her couch as she watched the two girls struggle to make it to their feet. Somehow, this had become normal to the threesome, and while before any of the three may have wondered of the implications of this, tonight’s play now seemed more commonplace. So much so that Nicki began to pick through the remainder of the Chinese food on the table.
“Does anyone actually eat egg rolls anyways?” she asked, as Katy and Amber laughed.
The latest installment is up. It took me a little longer than I thought, but this one ended up being my longest one yet.
As always, feedback is welcome and appreciated. I have some ideas for the path of the series, but am always interested in seeing what people would like to see. Also curious if people prefer the longer story like this that might take a little longer or if they prefer a shorter story more frequently.
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)
Katy & Amber featuring Nicki - Episode 4: Tickle-Text Messaging (f/f tickle talk)
Katy & Amber featuring Nicki - Episode 5: Netflix & Pizza (f/f, nylons)
Katy & Amber - Episode 6: The Blanket Burrito (f/f, nylons)
Katy & Amber featuring Nicki - Episode 7: Two for the Price of One (f/ff, nylons)
A couple of days had passed since the most recent activity between Katy and Amber. It had been an epic “win” for Amber. Usually the more reticent of the two roommates, Amber had created the opportunity and taken full advantage of it, attacking Katy with a combination of all-out tickle attacks and euphoria-inducing toe nibbles that had brought Katy to the brink of pleasure, only to be interrupted by a pizza delivery man knocking on the door.
Indeed, the last few weeks had been incredibly eye-opening for the friends. Discoveries had been made. Weaknesses had been exploited. The two friends once thought they knew all there was to know about each other and had experienced everything best friends could, but the experiences of these last few days had changed that perspective.
But despite the girls’ initial uncertainties, nothing had really changed about their friendship. Initially, both girls harbored some internal reservations about whether the dynamic of the friendship had been altered. In no time, though, the girls realized that they could still continue to be friends as they had always been; nothing had changed. Sure, they now knew about one more weakness that the other possessed, but in the end, what difference did it make? Was it not normal for someone to experience those kinds of feelings? And, sure, maybe most friendships didn’t necessarily exploit that weakness, but Katy and Amber had always been close, and their friendship had always had that extra element to it. Maybe most friends didn’t snuggle under the blanket watching a scary movie. Maybe most friends didn’t play with the others’ hair. Maybe most friends didn’t use any excuse to tickle the other. But Katy and Amber weren’t “most friends”, and before long, things had returned to their “normal” routine. Indeed, much to their relief, nothing had changed about their friendship at all.
One other thing that hadn’t changed, unfortunately for the girls, was the weather. This historic cold spell that had gripped the university continued its strangle-hold on the town, effectively trapping its residents indoors save for the occasional trip to the store or, for Katy, Amber, and other students, trips to classes.
It had been a busy week for both girls, as the demands and pressure of academic life bore the brunt of the girls’ attention. As Thursday evening rolled around, the girls were seeking an outlet, a way to distance their minds from the textbooks that had dominated their attention all week. The girl mulled over their options, dismissing each suggestion for one reason or another, until it was determined that the night would be best served staying in and relaxing instead of exerting more energy elsewhere. This was a concept endorsed by Nicki, as well, and soon, it was decided that the three girls would spend the evening with take-out Chinese food and the Golden Girls marathon that was playing on TV that night.
Katy had been the first one to finish up with classes on Thursday. Unzipping her black boots and placing them in the closet, Katy began walking towards the kitchen, the silence of the apartment augmenting the swishing sound of both her socked feet rubbing against the carpet and of the legs of her jeans brushing against each other with each step. Katy had completed her wardrobe with a blue and red plaid button down shirt, which she wore over a stretchy white camisole. Her hair was done up in a pony tail.
With the apartment to herself for a moment, she took the time to put away her backpack for the night and start skimming through pamphlets of the various Chinese food locations in the area. Amber arrived home soon after and found Katy reading through each take-out menu in search of the best Pu Pu Platter combination.
“Does anyone really eat egg rolls?” asked a frustrated Katy as Amber walked in the kitchen. Katy pushed the five different take-out menu she had in front of her towards the center of the table as if she could not bear to have them in her presence any longer.
Amber laughed at her roommate’s frustration. “My uncle does, actually,” she added, quickly realizing by the look on Katy’s face that the question was more rhetorical in nature. Amber shifted gears and strategized, “Let’s just order a bunch of stuff. It’s not like it’ll go to waste. Chinese food is always better the second day anyways.”
With that, Amber took a seat at the table next to Katy, resting her left leg on the chair first before sitting the rest of her body on top of that leg so her left foot stuck out from underneath her. As had so often been the case of late, Amber was wearing nylons this day; today, she wore them under a pair of super skinny jeans. Katy chuckled internally as she noted this, joking to herself that it was almost difficult to notice where the jeans ended and the nylons began. Amber wore a red long sleeve shirt that bore the university’s insignia on it.
Together, the two girls began circling their choices on one randomly selected take-out menu. This particular restaurant offered the convenience of online ordering, a must for anyone requesting extra duck sauce.
In short time, the girls had placed the order and finished tidying up the living room just as Nicki arrived at their door. Katy ushered Nicki in, giving her room so she could remove her own boots at the door. While Katy and Amber weren’t necessarily dressed up, Nicki was undoubtedly sporting a more casual look this evening: a pair of black leggings that covered a pair of red wool socks and a white long-sleeve t-shirt that she wore under a gray hooded university sweatshirt.
The girls could exchange pleasantries only briefly before there was yet another knock at the door as their food had arrived. Katy spread the food out on the living room table so the girls could eat buffet style and the girls made small talk as they ate their meals.
“So, you two have had quite the week, it seems,” said Nicki matter-of-factly, an obvious tongue-in-cheek reference to the “discoveries” that had taken place over the last few days. “Looks like you both had better always walk around with your guard up.”
“Oh, she’s way more vulnerable than I am,” said Amber confidently. Amber’s response caused Katy’s jaw to drop in shock at the statement, which Amber noticed. “Oh, come on,” continued Amber, arguing her point. “You just do the lightest touch on that spot on your foot and you turn to goo,” Amber laughed. “At least with mine you have to catch me in a skirt or shorts.”
“First of all,” retorted Katy, assuming her best mock-lawyer tone, “I do not turn to goo,” she said, using air quotes around the phrase ‘turn to goo’ for emphasis. “And second,” she continued, “a person who knows what she’s doing can get to your thighs even without shorts or a skirt.” Katy folded her arms triumphantly as if to claim victory in this mini-debate.
Nicki laughed as she watched this fake argument. “You two are too much,” she said, clapping her hands. “Every friendship should be like this.”
“Too bad her argument is flawed,” responded Amber, getting up off the couch to grab a drink from the kitchen. “Find that spot on her foot and she’s toast.”
“Is your argument flawed?” whispered Nicki as soon as Amber was out of ear shot. “Can you get to her thighs?” she asked, both genuinely curious and also hoping to offer some prodding encouragement to Katy.
“I’m sure there’s a way,” said Katy, though her voice belied a tone of uncertainty in her own words.
“Well, I hope so for you,” Nicki said, pointing to Katy’s feet, “because she’s right; your feet are totally vulnerable,” she said, sticking her tongue out for comedic purposes.
Katy instinctively curled her feet up under her legs on the couch to hide them. Amber and Nicki were right, Katy knew. Despite her claims to the contrary, Katy did indeed turn to goo when someone found that spot on her foot, and for someone who was so frequently either barefoot or with only nylons covering her feet, Katy was in a constant state of vulnerability.
“So which one of us will be Blanche?” asked Amber, returning to the room. Her question pulled Katy out from her inner thoughts, catching her by surprise.
“Oh, why girls,” began Nicki, channeling her inner Rue McLanahan. “Why I just know that’s going to end up being me.” The girls all shared a laugh and continued the evening.
Amber put down a drink for each of Katy and Nicki in front of them as she walked by them. Instantly, Katy shot up from her sitting position so that she was directly behind Amber, facing her back.
“Whoa there!” said a startled Amber. Indeed, the proximity of the coffee table and the couch did not afford room for two people to be standing so close to each other. “What are you doing?” she asked.
“Proving you wrong,” said Katy, rapidly reaching around Amber’s waist and putting her hands inside the pockets of Amber’s jeans, effectively trapping her hands in the pouches. Once inside, Katy began clawing her hands repeatedly against Amber’s thighs. The effect was instantaneous.
“Oh my God no!” shouted Amber, immediately realizing that Katy had in fact found a way to prove Amber’s argument was flawed. Amber began frantically trying anything she could to end the attack: hopping up and down, pulling at Katy’s wrists, trying to grab at Katy’s hands through the jeans to stop the clawing motion. Nothing worked. “Katy, no! Oh my God, no!” shouted a suddenly panicked Amber, who was quickly realizing that she was running out of options.
Nicki laughed at the spectacle before her. She had to hand it to Katy; Katy had indeed found a way to prove Amber vulnerable even in jeans. Amber continued hopping, making her way over to where she was sitting, though Katy’s hands remained ensconced within her jean pockets. In a last-ditch effort, Amber fell stomach-first to the couch, hoping that her momentum would pull Katy’s hands out of her pockets. Katy held fast, though, and fell with Amber, and now the two girls lay one on top of the other, Katy’s arms wrapped around Amber’s waist and her hands – and Amber’s pockets – now hidden beneath Amber as she lay on the couch.
“Katy! You have to stop!” yelled Amber, her body battling both sensations on her thighs concurrently. Yes, it tickled – a lot – but even more, it was beginning the produce the same result as the last time Katy had played with Amber’s thighs. Fortunately for Amber, the extra layer of protection – the jean pocket – did provide some defense against Katy’s attack, though not much. Still, the existence of the pocket layer meant that this was not a direct hit. Of course, the fact that it wasn’t as vulnerable to one sensation only meant that it was more vulnerable to another; where it had been almost entirely sensual before, this attack produced more of a ticklish feeling, and Amber’s body responded with both uncontrollable laughter and slight moans accordingly.
Of course, in falling to the couch and now laying on her stomach, Amber had eliminated any possibility of defending her thighs against Katy’s attack. When she was standing, Amber had the ability to pull and grasp at Katy’s hands – unsuccessful as those attempts may have been. Now, laying in this prone position on her stomach, Amber’s pockets and Katy’s hands were out of each, forcing Amber to do nothing but sit there and take it.
“What’s the matter, Amber?’ asked Katy from above, clearly triumphant in her victory at the moment. Pleased that her hands were stuck in Amber’s jeans without anything Amber could do to change that, Katy continued her assault, alternating between flexing the tips of her fingers to lightly scratch at Amber’s thighs to using her thumb and index finger to lightly pinch. Amber’s constant spasms told Katy that the pinching method was working best. Amber’s skinny jeans did not provide much wiggle room for Katy’s hands, but they also all but ensured that it would be impossible for Amber to get Katy’s hands out of her pockets.
“You win,” shouted Amber amidst laughter. “You win. You win. Just stoppp!”
But Katy would have none of it. The Burrito Blanket episode was still fresh on her mind, and if anything, it had taught Katy not to go easy when you have such an advantage. “Ohhhhh no,” she said. “You didn’t show any mercy when you found my spot. You’re not getting any now,” she laughed. Katy could feel the pantyhose material under Amber’s jeans and knew how vulnerable a situation Amber was in. Katy hadn’t been certain if Amber had been wearing full pantyhose or just knee-high nylon stockings as she sometimes did, but this exploration proved it to be the former. And, of course, recent experience had taught that Amber – indeed, that both girls – were especially vulnerable when nylons were involved.
Amber was lost in emotion. She was effectively trapped. Amber’s descent to the couch had resulted in Amber laying on her belly on the couch with Katy essentially straddling her, with Katy’s arms around Amber’s sides preventing Amber from even rolling over. Katy’s technique tickled, but as the seconds went on, the tickling sensation began to change over, and Amber’s mind began processing the feeling differently. Amber now plopped her head down in the couch cushion to hide any indication of what was happening to her; she hoped that the muffled sound from the cushion would still sound like ticklish laughter. And to be sure, it was still a ticklish laughter, but Amber knew her body and knew that this was a battle she would soon begin to lose.
“You have to get your hands out!” Amber pleaded, desperately hoping one last plea would give Katy pause.
“I can’t,” laughed Katy, enjoying the desperation in Amber’s voice and recognizing it as being like her own desperation the other night. “My hands are stuck, so I couldn’t get them out even if I wanted to.”
Amber dropped her head into the couch cushion once again, resigned to the fact that she was helpless against Katy’s attack. But just as Amber’s head dropped down, Nicki’s head popped up. Nicki had been watching this scene unfold from her spot on the other couch and up until now had been enjoying the view. But… ‘Did Katy just say she can’t get her hands out?’ Nicki thought to herself, and she began analyzing the situation in an altogether different view. Katy did lay atop Amber, but because her hands were trapped in Amber’s pockets, Katy’s arms circled around Amber’s sides, the result of which meant that Katy’s sides and, to a smaller degree, her underarms were completely exposed. This, of course, now certainly caught Nicki’s attention, and she began to quietly make her way off the couch.
“Face it, Amber,” Katy began, unaware that was now being hunted herself, “I’ll always find a way-ay-ay-AY ah ha ha ha ha ha.” Katy wasn’t unable to finish her sentence, as Nicki had pounced into action, attacking Katy’s sides simultaneously. Caught off-guard, Katy hadn’t been expecting this attack at all and quickly collapsed in a fit of laughter.
“Let my hands out! Let my hands out!” Katy begged Amber through a fit of giggles. But there was nothing Amber could do and, frankly, even if there was, she was thankful that Nicki had stepped in to save her from Katy’s assault. Yes, Katy’s hands were still stuck in Amber’s pockets and there was no getting away from that, but now forced to defend her own self against a tickle attack, Katy was no longer able to put much focus on her own attack of Amber.
As always, Nicki proved to be quite the skilled tickler, using her fingers to scratch and knead at the delicate skin on Katy’s sides. Katy was in hysterics. Sure, her feet were her most ticklish spot, but that didn’t mean that she was immune to tickling elsewhere. Nicki positioned herself so she could have better leverage; she now straddled Katy who still straddled Amber.
“Ohhh, Katy,” cooed Nicki, speaking for the first time since beginning her attack. “You left yourself WIDE open to this,” she added, never once pausing in her tickle pursuit. Nicki alternated her attack, kneading her fingers against the softer skin of Katy’s lower side and using her finger nails to scratch against Katy’s ribs, paying careful attention to which produced a better result.
Katy was beside herself. Her outfit provided little in the way of defense from Nicki’s probing digits; indeed, the fabric of the camisole clung so tight to her sides and was so thin and stretchy that it was almost as if she wasn’t wearing anything at all. She tried to wiggle her way out of her plight, but she was trapped. Nicki’s weight pushed her down and, in addition, Katy’s legs straddled Amber’s body in such a way that wiggling off would have been difficult even if there was not also the added weight – and tickling fingers – of Nicki complicating matters. If that weren’t enough, when Nicki jumped on the couch, the resultant motion had caused Amber’s legs to land on top of Katy’s legs - an awkward layout, for sure, but one that nevertheless served to pin Katy’s legs to the couch even more so.
Amber’s situation had improved considerably from a moment ago, but she was still not out of the woods by any means. Sure, Katy could no longer focus on her attack of Amber’s thighs, but Katy’s hands still rested perilously in Amber’s pockets, and each time Katy tried to wiggle or squirm away from Nicki’s tickle attack, Katy reflexively moved her hands during the process. That movement alone was enough to have an effect on Amber, who now found that not only was she battling the feeling of Katy’s hands on her thighs, but now also the sensation of Katy’s melodic laughter in her ear.
Amber’s ears were another sensitive area of her body – nowhere near the level of sensitivity of her thighs, but sensitive nonetheless. And in her predicament, Katy had effectively crashed onto Amber’s back, resulting in Katy’s head now laying next to Amber’s ears. The combination of Katy’s hair and her breath interacting with Amber’s ear – to say nothing of the sweet sound of Katy’s laughter – all teamed up to ensure that this was still not an easy time for Amber in any way.
Without doubt, though, it was Katy who was in the worst predicament at the moment, as Nicki continued her uncontested attack on Katy’s sides.
“Is there anywhere you’re NOT ticklish?” Nicki asked Katy in jest, leaning in to get a closer look at Katy’s face and now she was handling the tickle attack. To be sure, Katy’s eyes were clenched shut and her face had turned red from the laughter. The attack hadn’t even been going on all that long to this point, but it was clear that Katy had already been defeated. “Just one ticklish little girl,” teased Nicki, relishing in the fact that she was so easily able to conquer Katy in this manner.
“What about…” began Nicki, running through a mental checklist of other spots to test on Katy. “Here?”
“Nooooo!!!” shouted Katy through her laughter, completely overwhelmed by Nicki’s new attack on Katy’s underarms. The spaghetti straps of the camisole Katy wore offered literally no coverage for Katy’s underarms, and that combined with the unbuttoned shirt meant Nicki had open access to the bare skin of Katy’s armpit. Nicki let the tips of her fingernails do the talking, twirling them about within the hollows of Katy’s underarms. “Aha ha ha ha ha ha not there -ere -ere -ehaha ha ha ha” begged a hysterical Katy as she tried to do anything she could to distance her delicate underarms from Nicki’s probing digits.
“Awww why not?” asked Nicki teasingly. “It seems like it’s a good spot, no?” she added, laughing at her own joke in the process. She continued to prance her fingers around the delicate hollows of Katy’s armpit.
What little thought Katy could process was spent cursing herself for her choice of clothing tonight. She knew of the risks associated with the spaghetti strap camisole; she herself had taken advantage of many an unsuspecting friend in the past. She had considered putting on a t-shirt in place of the camisole earlier for this very reason, but neither Nicki nor Amber had targeted Katy’s underarms recently, so she foolishly thought she would be safe. It was a decision that she had come to rue.
“OK, OK,” said Nicki, slowing her tickle attack as she spoke. “Maybe not there as you say,” she said, pausing her tickling but leaving her fingers gently resting on the skin of Katy’s underarms. “Besides,” she added, playing it up like an actress might, “I think I have two pairs of trapped feet behind me, don’t I?”
Katy and Amber both simultaneously shot their heads up at this new threat.
“Wait, no!” urged Amber. “Not me!”
“Nooo,” pleaded Katy. “Stay away from the feet.”
But both girls were trapped. Katy’s hands remained stuck in Amber’s pockets, and Amber’s legs pressed down on Katy’s legs under the weight of Nicki, meaning both girls had limited range of motion.
“Oh, the feet,” taunted Nicki as she turned her body around so she had easier access to both girls’ feet. “When will you two learn to keep your shoes on?” she joked, positioning herself so that her body weight could most efficiently trap the two girls. It was the perfect set-up as far as Nicki was concerned. Two pairs of trapped feet. Both upturned, well easily within striking distance. Amber’s already in nylons, while only a thin pair of socks protected Katy’s at the moment.
“Nicki, no,” begged Amber, struggling as Katy wiggled and squirmed around on top of her. “I can’t.”
“Can’t what?” asked Nicki, curious to the motive for Amber’s objection.
“I can’t take both,” she said, before clarifying “I can’t take you tickling my feet with her hands in my pockets” Amber stated.
Nicki smiled a devious smile. “Really?’ she asked, feigning concern for Amber’s situation. “Is it because of,” she began before pausing as she brought one finger just above each of Amber’s feet out of her view. “These nylons?” she finished, dragging each finger down the bottom of Amber’s upturned foot as she said the word “nylons”.
Amber reacted as if she had been electrocuted. “Yessss!” she screamed amidst the giggles that escaped her lips, though that would be the only intelligible word that Amber would make as Nicki’s attack added a second finger and then a third before it turned into an all-out tickle attack.
Freed from her own jam, Katy renewed her focus on Amber’s thighs, scratching and kneading away from inside of Amber’s skinny jeans to the best of her ability. How the situation had changed in a matter of moments. A short while ago, Katy felt like she was on the edge of insanity, Nicki’s fingers eliciting volumes of ticklish laughter from within Katy as Amber sat back and enjoyed what she heard. Now, a change in Nicki’s focus meant that it was Amber who was now in distress, the victim of a double-pronged attack on two of the most sensitive areas of her body.
“Girls, come on!” Amber shrieked through her laughter trying her darndest to obtain even a momentary pause from the attack. Nicki’s fingers continued their torturous waltz across the thin material of Amber’s nylons, though, sending her deeper and deeper into hysterical laughter, while Katy’s fingers worked their magic against her thighs.
“Oh, Amby,” ribbed Nicki. “I swear it’s just too easy,” she finished, now using the tips of her nails to draw circles along Amber’s arch. Katy laughed at Nicki’s words as she continued her own assault on Amber’s thighs, pinching with both her thumb and her index finger. “And speaking of easy,” began Nicki, turning around to get a better view of the girls. “I see another pair of feet back here, too.”
Katy instantly stopped her attack on Amber’s thighs and turned as best she could to face Nicki. “No!” she implored. “You already got me,” she said, trying to add reason to her argument.
“Like I’m going to have your feet right here and NOT tickle them,” laughed Nicki, looking down now as Katy tried with all her might to move her feet from harm’s way, the combination of Amber’s legs pushing down on Katy’s legs and Nicki’s body weight preventing any such movement. Without any more warning, Nicki altered her focus, ending the attack on Amber and shifting to Katy’s feet, twirling one finger all across the thin white sock on Katy’s foot.
“Shhhiiiittt!” shrieked Katy at the first touch, instantly falling into a mess of laughter as Nicki’s finger made contact. “A ha ha ha ha ha ha ha,” she laughed, unable to form a single word or even say “stop” as a result of her laughter. Not that it mattered, for Nicki had no intention of stopping. She upped her game, dancing all of her fingers over Katy’s trapped feet, sending the poor girl into silent laughter as Nicki laughed at what she had caused.
“Katyyyy,” cooed Nicki, herself now laughing uncontrollably at the plight Katy was in. “You have socks on. Come on!” she laughed. “I wonder what would happen if…” she began, letting her thought linger in the air for a moment as she continued her assault on Katy’s feet.
“Take them off” urged Amber, just now recovered from the assault that she had just endured and wanting to see Katy suffer the same plight.
“Well, if you insist,” declared Nicki, resting a moment to remove the one layer of protection that Katy had.
“No, no, no!” screeched Katy, somehow able to get these monosyllabic words out despite her current predicament. “Leave my socks on!” she begged.
Privately, Nicki loved it most when they begged. She found it amusing to see or hear what lengths the two girls would go to in order to avoid getting tickled. She knew their efforts were futile, of course. Still, she liked humoring them so that they at least thought they had a chance for mercy. “Now why would I do that?” asked Nicki, allowing Katy a chance to plead her case.
“Puh-leeze” Katy urged, unable to form a rational enough thought to argue her position.
“Just take them off!” yelled Amber again, a huge smile across her face as she knew what Katy was in for once her socks were removed.
“Sorry Kat,” whispered Nicki. “The jury’s spoken.” And with that, Nicki used both index fingers to pull at the elastic of Katy’s socks, sliding them off of Katy’s feet with ease. “Well, well, well,” said Nicki as if she were a kid opening a package at Christmas. “Look what I found.”
“No!” begged Katy, again trying with the last bit of energy built up to free herself from her entrapment. Of course, Katy knew exactly what Nicki had found – nylons. Foolishly, Katy had thought that wearing socks over her nylons might offer some protection, might dissuade Nicki or Amber from targeting her feet. It was a flawed theory, of course, since both Nicki and Amber had tickled Katy’s feet within the last few days through socks and even Keds.
“Looks like it’s my lucky day,” said Nicki as she began a renewed tickle assault on Katy’s trapped feet. This time, Nicki wasted no time. There was no teasing with one finger. There was no gradual build up. It was a full, all-out tickle assault from the start. And its effect was instantaneous. Katy’s body jolted from the initial touch and paroxysms of laughter flowed from within, interspersed with a few choice swear words that Katy was able to form. “Katy,” teased Nicki as she watched Katy helplessly laughing beneath her. “I do think you just might be the most ticklish person I know,” she concluded, dancing her fingers in an exclamation point design on the soles of Katy’s feet to prove her point.
Amber was once again in a familiar spot. No longer the subject of the tickle attack herself, she now had to contend with the effects of Katy’s wriggling hands in her pockets and of Katy’s laughter in her ear. Worse, now, was the verbal teasing Nicki was delivering to Katy. Amber knew that verbal teasing rendered Katy even more ticklish, more helpless if at all possible. But beyond that, it was something that Amber enjoyed to some degree deep-down. It was true that Amber was usually more often on the receiving end of the tickle attack from Katy, especially a well-coordinated one, so Amber subconsciously took great delight when someone else made mention of Katy’s ticklishness, especially in the form of a comparison as Nicki had. Everyone was ticklish, but Amber especially enjoyed it when someone – a friend, a significant other, a family member, anyone – would point out that Katy was more ticklish than most. It served to make Katy seem more vulnerable, in Amber’s eyes, and where Katy was usually the one in control in terms of the tickling, Amber enjoyed the reminder of Katy’s weakness. But now, this combined with Katy’s hands in her pocket, her laughter in her ear, and everything that had transpired over the course of the last five or ten minutes – however long it had been – only served to build the growing surge of emotion that was forming inside Amber’s body. It was a surge that Amber initially hadn’t been aware of, too lost to the music of Katy’s laughter, but now was unquestionably aware of its presence as she tried to focus her attention to something else.
Nicki was not making that easy, of course, continuing her ticklish assault on Katy’s feet while also continuing her verbal assault on Katy’s ticklishness, as well. “I’m not sure I’d ever take my shoes off if I were you,” mocked Nicki as she continued to playfully analyze Katy’s ticklishness, making sure to raise her voice so she could be heard over Katy’s laughter. “I mean, how do you even manage day-to-day activities?” Nicki laughed, not even realizing the effect her words were having on Amber down below. “Have you always been this ticklish?” Nicki asked rhetorically, knowing there was literally no way Katy could form the words to answer the question at this point. “Sleepovers must have been torture… And gosh, pedicures…”
Nicki’s words were too much for both girls. Of course, the words combined with the tickling had left Katy a virtual mess, tears of laughter strolling down her reddened cheeks as she fought to get the laughter out. But the words were having an entirely different effect on Amber, who clenched her eyes shut as her mind remembered all those instances that Nicki was mentioning… The times the girls had gone for pedicures and Amber had watched as Katy lost her mind as soon as she pumice stone came out... The sleepovers where Amber and other girls waited for Katy to fall asleep so they could begin tickling Katy’s feet, Amber watching intently as the undoubtable smile formed across Katy’s sleeping face before the streams of giggles began escaping. That surge was growing within Amber, and the longer Nicki continued with her words, the stronger it was becoming, and it was only a matter of time until…
“Noooooooo!” screamed Amber, snapped away from her inner thoughts unexpectedly as Nicki again targeted Amber’s trapped feet. Judging from Katy’s continued laughter, though, it now seemed as though Nicki was doing double-duty, attacking both girls’ feet simultaneously. “No, no,” begged Amber, “Not again!”
Nicki laughed, savoring the moment. “Gosh look at this... BOTH of them at the same time,” she said with a smile, using one hand to focus on one of each girls’ feet at the same time. “I wonder who is more ticklish,” she pondered aloud while she continued her assault.
“No, no!” begged Amber, Katy still laughing too much to form words. “I can’t. I can’t.” Amber wasn’t able to finish her sentence, and she’s not sure she would have even if she could. She was referencing, of course, her body’s ability to battle the surge of emotion growing inside of her, and now having to deal with Nicki’s fingers tickling her own foot was likely going to be the tipping point for Amber. Nothing else had changed – Katy’s hands still scratched at her thighs as she squirmed around, Katy’s laughter still resonated in Amber’s ear. But now her body also had to contend with Nicki’s fingernails gliding effortlessly across her foot, a foot much too ticklish to bear resistance against such an attack, to say nothing of the added ticklishness brought about by the nylons. Amber clenched her eyes shut, gritted her teeth together, pressed her hands into fists... Anything to try to block out the growing surge within her. She felt the climax coming, wasn’t sure how much longer she could hold out… But then just as quickly as it had started, Nicki stopped tickling each girl.
“I was thinking,” Nicki said slowly, allowing the girls to catch their breath as she did. “Someone said something earlier about a spot?” she asked with a smile.
Katy shot up. “Oh my God no!” she implored, knowing full well what Nicki was referencing. “Don’t you dare!” she said, trying to conjure up as much force in her words as she could.
Amber, too, was worried. Yes, this attack would seemingly focus on Katy now, but could Amber overcome the inevitable when Katy began reacting?
“You said it was just a light touch, right?” asked Nicki with a devilish smile. “Do I dare ask where?”
“Oh my God you’re evil!” shrieked Katy, herself unsure of whether she was dreading or looking forward to this next attack. “I’ll never tell!”
“No need, my dear,” said Nicki with a light slap on Katy’s behind. “I have a feeling I’ll know when I find it.” With that, Nicki turned her attention once again to Katy’s trapped feet, smiling at the sight of the prone appendages.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit” Katy whispered to herself, not realizing she was doing so directly in Amber’s ear. The tip of Nicki’s index finger made contact with Katy’s foot ever so lightly, barely pressing down the nylon material that covered Katy’s foot, and giggles began streaming out from Katy’s mouth. Nicki had started near Katy’s toes, so she was safe for now, but she knew it was only a matter of time…
Meanwhile, Amber clenched her eyes shut, whispering “No, no, no” to herself as she prepared for her own battle.
“Not here,” chuckled Nicki, still satisfied with herself that it clearly had a ticklish effect on Katy. She continued moving her finger ever so slowly, being careful not to miss a single spot on Katy’s foot as she searched for her prize.
“No, no, no, no,” Katy continued as Nicki’s finger made its way across her foot, down her toes and across the pad of her foot. Nicki was getting closer, and Katy didn’t know if she had it within her to fight it off. Eyes clenched, Katy envisioned Nicki’s finger along its path as she felt it make its way along the pad of her foot, across the top, down to her ankle, somehow missing the spot entirely. It was a hollow victory, of course, since Katy realized that each spot where Nicki failed to find the spot meant that there was one less choice for her to make.
“No, no, no,” Katy continued as Nicki’s finger traced along her ankle and over her heel. Katy became more and more worried as Nicki got closer and closer to the spot.
“No, no, no, nooOOOOOh my God no!” Katy reacted with a whole-body spasm, nearly kicking Nicki off of her legs entirely.
“Look what I found,” Nicki sang, confident that she had found the elusive spot. She had been getting worried that the spot wouldn’t produce the result she anticipated, but Katy’s body had reacted as if it had a seizure as soon as Nicki’s fingernail brushed up against the instep of her foot. The spot had been found.
“Shit, no, no, no. Oh my God!” continued Katy, unable to respond to Nicki. Katy’s body twisted and turned and squirmed and wiggled around as it instinctively sought to remove its trapped foot from the clutches of its tormentor. “Get off that spot, get off that spot,” urged Katy between giggles. It had been even more surreal than Katy had worried, and now her own wave of emotion was building within her body, growing with each pass of Nicki’s finger along her sensitive instep.
“WOW!” said Nicki, genuinely shocked at how effective this had been against Katy and wondering how she hadn’t discovered it before. “Is this all it takes?” she asked with a slight laugh.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” was all Katy could say over and over again, her mind unable to focus on anything except that one fingernail tracing so lightly along her instep, barely putting enough compression to even press the nylon material against the arch.
If Katy was losing her battle, Amber wasn’t faring any better, herself now subjected to Katy’s moans and sighs close to her ear all the while Katy’s hands still tormented her thighs. Amber had resigned herself to the fact that she would likely lose this battle and now only hoped that Katy might lose her battle first. Amber was weaker, to be sure, having been subject to this torment since this ordeal began when Katy inserted her hands in her pockets, but Katy was clearly losing her battle quickly, so Amber did everything she could to maintain control of her body.
Nicki, meanwhile, was taking great delight in the product of her work, though she wasn’t aware of the effect this was having on Amber. Indeed, Nicki was more focused on Katy, both trying to keep her squirming body under control and listening to her throaty laughter that implied this was much more than just a tickle. Nicki held Katy’s toes with one hand to keep her foot still and used the tip of her other hand to lightly sweep her fingernail across the sensitive spot on Katy’s foot.
The effect was insurmountable to Katy. Her legs began to stiffen and her back arched in a way that it hadn’t yet. She was losing the battle against her body and defeat was imminent. “Oh God, oh God,” she moaned through light giggles. “Nicki, Nicki,” she continued, unable to complete her thought at the time as Nicki introduced a second fingernail that had begun lightly tracing along Katy’s instep.
That was all that was needed.
“Nicky, crap,” Katy yelled. “I’m gonna go…”
“ME TOO!!” screamed Amber from underneath Katy, much to the shock of both Nicki and Katy, though the latter couldn’t really focus on that. Still, it caught Nicki by surprise, so much so that she immediately stopped what she had been doing, mere moments before each girl had been about to reach their peak. Nicki leapt off Katy’s body to look over the two girls.
“Oh my God!” yelled Katy, the tide within her losing its crest. “Why’d you stop?”
“Katy, get off me,” yelled Amber. Despite not having to contend with Katy’s laughter anymore, Katy’s hands were still in Amber’s pockets and were still proving effective in their endeavors.
Katy leapt up off her friend before crashing onto the floor, her body exhausted from what it had just been put through. Amber lay prone on the couch, as well, the sweat glistening off her forehead as her body began to normalize. Neither girl had reached their pinnacle, of course, and, with this not being the first time in the past few days that the girls had been so close, their minds wandered as they lay in their respective areas, knowing what their bodies wanted but unsure of the path.
Nicki sat back down on her couch as she watched the two girls struggle to make it to their feet. Somehow, this had become normal to the threesome, and while before any of the three may have wondered of the implications of this, tonight’s play now seemed more commonplace. So much so that Nicki began to pick through the remainder of the Chinese food on the table.
“Does anyone actually eat egg rolls anyways?” she asked, as Katy and Amber laughed.
