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One of the most romantic nights of my life

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Every time I write one of these stories down, it's so cathartic! It's just getting it out, getting it out of my brain, out of my system. It's almost like saying goodbye to it. As a tickling story, this isn't my most spectacular, but just as a memory....it's a special one for me.

We'll call her.......Lori. Let me get used to "Lori". Maybe "Laura" is better. Kind of a cross between Lori and a Laura, does that make sense? No? I'll call her Loria!

When I met Loria, I was 23 and she was 18, we worked together at a record store. I had a girlfriend and this Loria was so much younger than me, but she was SO funny....the first night I met her, she gave me a lift home, and she's blasting Jane's Addiction and speeding, she had just gotten her drivers license that day....and then we got a flat tire, and....we just had a whole crazy adventure. We laughed through every moment, it was a blast.

Years later I found out she had a crush on me during this time, but I was oblivious at that point. But, because she was SUCH a cool girl, and so cute and distinctive, I introduced her to a friend of mine who was a bit younger, and they made a nice match, and they went out together for a few years. At one point, we all lived together.

I had tickled her foot once, when she was counting out her drawer at the end of the night; like all females, she was slipping in and out of her shoe, and I did the single finger on the center of the sole, and she's giggling as she's counting out the drawer and says "Wait....that tickles......(giggling) that really tickles...." trying to make her lose concentration. I think of it now, and the look on her face, and I now realize that she was happy that the guy she liked was giving her attention. But I didn't know that then.

Anyways, as I said, eventually she and the friend I hooked her up with were living with me and my girlfriend. Their bedroom was across the way. At one point, I overheard her get a good tickling from him, I could hear her trying to get away, and finally just surrendering and laughing one steady jag. I remember grinning and thinking how they reminded me of myself, and my girlfriend, and, for whatever reason, happy that there was some tickling going on in my house! But even still....she was like my little sister, that's really how I saw her. I was thinking.....go and have your fun, sis! I was also happy for my friend (her boyfriend), I was a little like...."go man go!!!"

Now it's years later. I'm, like, 28, 29. She's now like 25, 26. I hadn't seen her in years, I had heard she had moved to California, but pretty much everyone she had known back in NY seemed to have lost contact.

One night I go into Coney Island High to see Sonny Burgess play....I'm late, and Sonny's gone off. But my buddy runs up to me and says "You're never gonna believe who's here...."....and escorts me to the lounge and there, sitting with her friend, and looking devastatingly beautiful is "Loria".

As soon as our eyes met, there were stars and rainbows, lol. I had always seen her as a little sister, and as my friend's girlfriend...never thought twice about her like that. But now, with all that time passed, and how we had now grown into ourselves...I could see she was a now a fully-grown, beautiful woman.......and within a few minutes we were sitting, holding hands, excitedly talking......within about 10 minutes, we're caressing up and down our arms......getting closer and closer to each other......at one point (she told me later) her friend tapped her on her shoulder and asked her, "Are you going to kiss him?" And she said "Yes, I am". I'd say within 20 minutes of having sat down with her, we were making out like it was the last chance we'd ever get. Which it was.

The guy I had brought along with me, incidentally, was a dude from work that I didn't know very well. The next day, he'd tell me that when this all went down, he marveled to himself "Damn, this guy moves fast!", thinking I was meeting her as a stranger for the first time! Pretty funny.

She was living in California. She was going back tomorrow. She was staying with friends. I was living in a one-bedroom apartment with two other people.....there was nowhere for us to go. So I hailed a cab, we got in, and I just told him: drive.

So we're driving through the streets of Manhattan, headed uptown.......she looks beautiful as the speeding lights of the city make her almost seem to flicker. We're passionately kissing and then.....I realize.....there's something I need to do.

Now....what do you think that was? lol

There just hadn't been a good moment to do it up till now! We were in a lip lock 20 minutes after I had sat down with her! How am I going to do this?

I broke off from the kiss, and held up my hand as if to say "Wait a minute", and turned my head towards the front, with a serious, intent look, furrowed brow....as if I was looking to see where we were at, and where the cabbie was going. She's just looking at me look at the cabbie. So I nod as if I'm approving of what the cabbie is doing (as if I really care, at that moment, lol), and then turn my head and look at her, give her the once over twice, and now I've got mischievous smile on my face, as I'm looking not into her face, but at her body.....and I reach my hands through the opening of her jacket, plant all my fingers strategically all over her sides, and lower ribs, open hand style, and I sink the nails in just enough to make her squeal once, back up into the corner and giggle helplessly. I moved closer, keeping my fingertips planted and moving, and kept my head in pace with her.... I got in her face, basically....."what? what's the matter?", teasing her, smiling at her at she tittered a sweet, soft constant giggle and tried to get away. I can still feel strands of her hair grazing my face, making my face itchy.

After a bit of this - not too long - things ended up getting passionate. The night ended with us, hours later, standing under a lamp post, making out, not wanting the night to end....but eventually, a little before sunrise, she went upstairs, and I took a long, long walk back downtown, as if in a dream, knowing I'd never see her again.

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We did, however, speak about it over the phone a few days later, we were talking excitedly about the whole night, we couldn't believe it had happened. That's when she told me that she had liked me from way back, I had never had the slightest inkling.

At one point, while we were rehashing everything, I said...."Mmmmm, and I got to tickle you!"....and she said, "You did? Oh my god, that's right! You did!!" and she started laughing as the memory resurfaced.....

Now my question is this: HOW does a girl forget a thing like that?!!!!
 
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Wonderful story! I like the situation of the unexpected meeting years afterward. :D

I believe that she forgot it because, to her, it was not the most important happening of that night. (So, tickling is just peripheral to her, not an erotic interest.)
 
I always enjoy reading these stories. This one sounds like a romantic moment out of a film noir love scene.
 
Wonderful story. Thanks for sharing it. I think we can all relate to those nights that just took on a magic quality and you know you are racing the sunrise to squeeze all the excitement and experience out of it.
 
Dang. Someone ought to turn this into a short film, because that was fantastic. Thanks for sharing.
 
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