pandibaba2
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I've got a few little stories rattling around in my head and I figured that I might write them down for posterity before my next concussion erases them. If this post gets positive responses, I'll post some more.
This story takes place about 2009.
I have a friend whose house I used to go to every weekend. We met in basic and became fast friends. When we were stationed together, I became a fixture in his home on the weekends. That's where I met his wife, Katie.
We would all hang out together, drink, cook out, play vidya, and generally decompress every weekend. Much like he and I were friends, I became fast friends with Katie. We would all enjoy our regular activities together and after my friend would go to bed, Katie and I would stay up late (like until sunrise) fucking around on the internet and just generally bullshitting. We would sit there, me playing computer games, her reading and watching tv; trading jokes, stories, and insults.
On to the physical description: She was about 5'6", dyed dark red hair, blue eyes, either B or C cup, and a small amount of baby weight around the belly. Not enough to make a muffin top, but it was there. Honestly not sure about the size of her feet, but they were proportional haha.
After being friends for several months, we had become very comfortable with each other. Like, "know how the other one takes their mixed drinks" comfortable. We were up late, out smoking cigarettes and maybe a little drunk. We fell into our usual flirty insult schtick. As we came inside, I hit her with the cleverest zinger that 4 beer soaked brain cells can muster as I opened the fridge. Damn, the beer was really far back in there. I bent over and reached deep into the back of the fridge. Tactical mistake on my part.
I inadvertently left myself wide open and all of a sudden I felt hands skittering down each of my sides. It was totally unexpected, and I reacted how the lightning shooting up my spine demanded me to.
I stood up. Inside the fridge.
Head + shelf = BANG
She stood there chuckling to herself when I finally pulled myself out of the refrigerator.
Oh, it's on.
She started backing away, still laughing, when I reached out and gave her something to laugh about
"That's what you get," she said
I grabbed her sides and said, "Yeah, what about you?"
She scrunched up and tried batting my hands away saying, "I was getting you back for talking shit"
I said, "well, I'm getting you back for what you did"
Her laughter was low and quiet, we both knew it was late and didn't want to wake anyone up.
"Are you ticklish, Katie? How about here, and here, and here?" I said as I hit her sides, ribs, and tummy as I moved behind her
As she went weak in the knees, she leaned into me and I slipped my hands into her armpits, both to hold her up and keep up my assault.
Like a lion taking down a particularly ticklish gazelle, I followed her down to the floor.
"Heeeeyyyyyy c'mon, alright you win"
I'm not done yet.
I managed to snatch her ankle as she tried to bring up her leg to shield herself. She was wearing black cotton crew socks and all I heard was a weak, "no" as I seized her ankle. I just had to know. I skittered my fingers along her sole and the way the laughter kept up I knew I was on to something. The "not my feet" was another clue. But when I worked my fingers under her scrunching toes,
Oh. My. God.
She snorted.
There are a few universal laws of the universe. Baby ducks will follow their mama, the sun will rise in the east, and there will never be a season 2 of Firefly. Another, lesser known law is that every snorter will have that same reaction on that first snort. Their face will go beet red and they'll cover their nose and mouth with their hands. I dunno why, but it just does. They all hate it, they're always embarrassed on the first one. But I could have fallen in love with her right there.
Like a junkie needing that next fix, I knew where to get it. Those feet. And I knew that I needed more.
I hooked my finger and "FWIP" the sock was gone to God knows where. And I was staring at her pale foot, average looking save the black nail polish. And smooth. So, so, smooth. Like a fat man at a buffet, I tucked in. She had to keep her laughter quiet out of fear of waking someone up. I would hit soles, arches, and toes in quick succession while keeping that foot in a headlock.
Eventually, I got tired of getting kicked in the head, so that foot soon joined its bare sister in the fun.
She laughed, begged, snorted, and kept repeating "okay, you win, don't wake anyone up"
Before too long, I let her go, stood up, and offered her a hand up. She gathered her balled up socks and said, "oh, you're evil. That was terrible"
"Well, you started it."
TL;DR : My friend's wife is ticklish
lemme know what you think. feedback is always welcome. no, i don't have pics and cant get them.
This story takes place about 2009.
I have a friend whose house I used to go to every weekend. We met in basic and became fast friends. When we were stationed together, I became a fixture in his home on the weekends. That's where I met his wife, Katie.
We would all hang out together, drink, cook out, play vidya, and generally decompress every weekend. Much like he and I were friends, I became fast friends with Katie. We would all enjoy our regular activities together and after my friend would go to bed, Katie and I would stay up late (like until sunrise) fucking around on the internet and just generally bullshitting. We would sit there, me playing computer games, her reading and watching tv; trading jokes, stories, and insults.
On to the physical description: She was about 5'6", dyed dark red hair, blue eyes, either B or C cup, and a small amount of baby weight around the belly. Not enough to make a muffin top, but it was there. Honestly not sure about the size of her feet, but they were proportional haha.
After being friends for several months, we had become very comfortable with each other. Like, "know how the other one takes their mixed drinks" comfortable. We were up late, out smoking cigarettes and maybe a little drunk. We fell into our usual flirty insult schtick. As we came inside, I hit her with the cleverest zinger that 4 beer soaked brain cells can muster as I opened the fridge. Damn, the beer was really far back in there. I bent over and reached deep into the back of the fridge. Tactical mistake on my part.
I inadvertently left myself wide open and all of a sudden I felt hands skittering down each of my sides. It was totally unexpected, and I reacted how the lightning shooting up my spine demanded me to.
I stood up. Inside the fridge.
Head + shelf = BANG
She stood there chuckling to herself when I finally pulled myself out of the refrigerator.
Oh, it's on.
She started backing away, still laughing, when I reached out and gave her something to laugh about
"That's what you get," she said
I grabbed her sides and said, "Yeah, what about you?"
She scrunched up and tried batting my hands away saying, "I was getting you back for talking shit"
I said, "well, I'm getting you back for what you did"
Her laughter was low and quiet, we both knew it was late and didn't want to wake anyone up.
"Are you ticklish, Katie? How about here, and here, and here?" I said as I hit her sides, ribs, and tummy as I moved behind her
As she went weak in the knees, she leaned into me and I slipped my hands into her armpits, both to hold her up and keep up my assault.
Like a lion taking down a particularly ticklish gazelle, I followed her down to the floor.
"Heeeeyyyyyy c'mon, alright you win"
I'm not done yet.
I managed to snatch her ankle as she tried to bring up her leg to shield herself. She was wearing black cotton crew socks and all I heard was a weak, "no" as I seized her ankle. I just had to know. I skittered my fingers along her sole and the way the laughter kept up I knew I was on to something. The "not my feet" was another clue. But when I worked my fingers under her scrunching toes,
Oh. My. God.
She snorted.
There are a few universal laws of the universe. Baby ducks will follow their mama, the sun will rise in the east, and there will never be a season 2 of Firefly. Another, lesser known law is that every snorter will have that same reaction on that first snort. Their face will go beet red and they'll cover their nose and mouth with their hands. I dunno why, but it just does. They all hate it, they're always embarrassed on the first one. But I could have fallen in love with her right there.
Like a junkie needing that next fix, I knew where to get it. Those feet. And I knew that I needed more.
I hooked my finger and "FWIP" the sock was gone to God knows where. And I was staring at her pale foot, average looking save the black nail polish. And smooth. So, so, smooth. Like a fat man at a buffet, I tucked in. She had to keep her laughter quiet out of fear of waking someone up. I would hit soles, arches, and toes in quick succession while keeping that foot in a headlock.
Eventually, I got tired of getting kicked in the head, so that foot soon joined its bare sister in the fun.
She laughed, begged, snorted, and kept repeating "okay, you win, don't wake anyone up"
Before too long, I let her go, stood up, and offered her a hand up. She gathered her balled up socks and said, "oh, you're evil. That was terrible"
"Well, you started it."
TL;DR : My friend's wife is ticklish
lemme know what you think. feedback is always welcome. no, i don't have pics and cant get them.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
