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Helen entered her typical suburban home on a late afternoon in February wearing a brown skirt, off-white ribbed turtleneck, thin white tights and brown leather booties. Her Titian-red wavy hair crashed just below her shoulders. Her fair skin, green eyes, and strawberry sweet lips perfectly complemented the lightness of her outfit. Her bubbly personality could be considered bouncy, playful, almost mischievous at times. Being 35 years old and a mom of 3 small kids did not take the playfulness out of her life, she refuses to grow up. Her friends may not be the same as her, but part of that works, because she pulls the fun out of them, and in their way they can calm her down when she's being "too much." Just by looking at her and meeting her for the first time, it's very clear that she's a fun person. She doesn't take life too seriously, and is always trying to make others laugh and entertain, including herself. She was just getting home from her day as a manager at Bed Bath and Beyond.
She was having her friends Erin and Michelle over that night, and could not be more excited about it. It had been a full year of COVID zoom happy hours, and it was just plain getting old. The three of them were around the same age, and all had kids in the same class. They had been room moms together several times, and had become a lot more friendly over the past year. Michelle and Erin definitely enjoyed Helen, even if her antics at times seemed immature, it broke them out of their bubble in their very adult lives. Helen was a single mom, Erin and Michelle both married to husbands that were steady, but fairly "normal" and boring. Helen has managed to get them to do escape rooms, karaoke, all things they found very fun, but never thought of doing themselves. The two ladies would be over in about an hour. Their kids, finally having in person classes, were having a "socially distanced" fun event at school that night, and they would all pick them up later, so what a perfect night for some gal pal fun on their own.
Helen for as long as she could remember was fascinated and completely excited by tickling. Ever since she was young, it consumed her thoughts, she would get that squishy feeling in her tummy when she saw foot tickling on tv, and was eager to try to get tickling either as a topic of conversation with her fairly new friends, or maybe with a glass on pino on her, might actually get the courage to tickle them. After a few days of considering ways to do this, she thinks she finally came up with an idea that she will try. Her heart races a bit and butterflies fly through her tummy as she straightens up the house waiting for the girls to come over. She sends a text to each of them separately.
Helen: Hey girl! Still up for tonight?
Erin: yes! I'm excited to finally hang out, we haven't really done that, even before covid times. Anything I can bring>
Helen: Nope, just yourself pretty lady. I'm looking forward to it too. Come on over at around 7.
Erin: sounds good! See you then!
Erin put down her phone and tried to finish her makeup. Having pretty debilitating social anxiety, she constantly sought approval, especially from people in her life with whom she valued. She found these 2 friends to be an opportunity to have an actual close friendship with women her age. Her husband constantly moved for his job, so they haven't been in one city for long, but the thought was this might be a more permanent place. Their lives were fairly boring and "vanilla" She worked as a bank manager, he worked as a commodities trader. She stood in her bathroom in her dress black pants, royal blue button up, crisp shirt, her nude nylon covered feet pushed into the rug in front of her sink. Although old fashioned, her boss at work demanded all ladies wear nylons, even if wearing pants. For some reason, even with heels, if your feet can be seen, they can't be bare. It's not totally new for her, but something to get used to. She liked the feeling of them, she was a bit more formal, so she's just going to throw on a pair of jeans to be a bit more casual, and maybe flats instead of high heels to head over to Helen's. She put her golden hair into a tight ponytail, re-applied her eye liner and blush along with her pink lip balm, and she should be good to go.
Helen then texts Michelle,
Helen: Hey girl, 7 still good for you?
Michelle: Absolutely! I'm bringing some pinot. I can't wait to see you both. #fully vaccinated!
Helen: Yessss! We all are. Thank God. It's been a year. Looking forward to seeing you soon!
Michelle smiled and finished getting ready. She looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if she was too dressy, having just got off of work in a fairly conservative legal office, but essentially what she was wearing was "fun" enough to go out. Black opaque tights, black leather ankle booties, a black overall dress that hit just above her knees and a white blouse. She fixed her mid-neck length brown hair and gave herself a final look. She had been told by many friends that she resembled a young Terri Hatcher. She grabbed her coat, keys and headed out the door. Her husband was still at work, but was going to pick up their son later from the school event. As she drove to Helen's she considered her thoughts on both girls. She found herself the happy medium between them Maybe not completely "out there" and wanting to travel everywhere, outgoing, getting the center of attention, but also not afraid of trying new things. She genuinely has fun when challenged to do something that is slightly out of her comfort zone.
As the two ladies texted Helen they were on their way, butterflies exploded in Helen’s stomach with such intensity, she needed to sit down, yet can't sit still. She becomes intensely self conscious on how she looks, checking herself in the mirror near the front door, checking for hairs out of place, lipstick on her teeth or any lint on her clothes. As excited anxiety surges through her, she begins to second guess her outfit. She looks down at her white opaque smooth tights and booties, wondering if she looks too much like a little girl, I mean, who wears white tights beyond 9 years old, but then remembers seeing something on the Today show on how opaque tights are very in right now, and that includes white. She paces around the downstairs, making sure there is nothing out of place, she also rehearses in her head key things she is planning on saying. First of all, she needs to get their shoes off immediately so there's no chance that when bringing up her game one of them can't complain about wearing shoes or boots that are hard to get on or off...maybe she will just pretend like it's a rule of the house, but then why is SHE wearing boots. Dammit, That won't work. It's good she thought of that, as she places her hand on a side table to stable herself as she unzips each boot and slips out of them, placing them neatly on a rug near the door. Good LORD does she feel vulnerable having her feet on display wearing these tights. Nothing about that thought feels logical, but ever since she was young having her feet shown in white tights made her feel incredibly vulnerable and on display, and that hasn't changed into adulthood. Although that feeling surges through her, it's somewhat exciting to feel that vulnerable and on display. She sort of drags her feet on the carpet to stimulate them...she always thinks that's pretty fun. Doubt and fear surges through her as she begins to second guess bringing up the tickling game to them. What the hell is she thinking? What if one or both of them aren't ticklish? As she ponders this, the thought of what if they ARE ticklish begins to run through her brain as she fantasizes potential reactions from her 2 friends. Is it possible they will reject the game? What then? If she bears her soul and deepest desire, even if veiled as a playful silly game, if they reject her, will she be able to show her face around them ever again? She imagines that worst case scenario, and the possibility of that is so debilitating, she may need to move. That's pretty extreme, but she has a history of accidentally sharing her fetish with her college roommate when her laptop was open on the tickling media forum, she considered jumping out her dorm window. Through therapy, her shame about this interest has been vastly reduced, but her brain and body are still wired for intense stress when her love of tickling is exposed. Holy shit, 2 cars park in front of her house. They are both here at the same time? Suppose it might be easier to have them both come in at the same time so there's no awkward moments with one while we wait, but holy shit holy shit. She begins to lose her courage, and runs to her bar to take a shot of vodka hoping that will loosen her up. As she sees both girls chatting as they walk up the driveway, she feels her face begin to blush, just hearing their little giggles from inside begins to dampen her panties. Here we go. *Ding dong*
As the two ladies texted Helen they were on their way, butterflies exploded in Helen’s stomach with such intensity, she needed to sit down, yet can't sit still. She becomes intensely self conscious on how she looks, checking herself in the mirror near the front door, checking for hairs out of place, lipstick on her teeth or any lint on her clothes. As excited anxiety surges through her, she begins to second guess her outfit. She looks down at her white opaque smooth tights and booties, wondering if she looks too much like a little girl, I mean, who wears white tights beyond 9 years old, but then remembers seeing something on the Today show on how opaque tights are very in right now, and that includes white. She paces around the downstairs, making sure there is nothing out of place, she also rehearses in her head key things she is planning on saying. First of all, she needs to get their shoes off immediately so there's no chance that when bringing up her game one of them can't complain about wearing shoes or boots that are hard to get on or off...maybe she will just pretend like it's a rule of the house, but then why is SHE wearing boots. Dammit, That won't work. It's good she thought of that, as she places her hand on a side table to stable herself as she unzips each boot and slips out of them, placing them neatly on a rug near the door. Good LORD does she feel vulnerable having her feet on display wearing these tights. Nothing about that thought feels logical, but ever since she was young having her feet shown in white tights made her feel incredibly vulnerable and on display, and that hasn't changed into adulthood. Although that feeling surges through her, it's somewhat exciting to feel that vulnerable and on display. She sort of drags her feet on the carpet to stimulate them...she always thinks that's pretty fun. Doubt and fear surges through her as she begins to second guess bringing up the tickling game to them. What the hell is she thinking? What if one or both of them aren't ticklish? As she ponders this, the thought of what if they ARE ticklish begins to run through her brain as she fantasizes potential reactions from her 2 friends. Is it possible they will reject the game? What then? If she bears her soul and deepest desire, even if veiled as a playful silly game, if they reject her, will she be able to show her face around them ever again? She imagines that worst case scenario, and the possibility of that is so debilitating, she may need to move. That's pretty extreme, but she has a history of accidentally sharing her fetish with her college roommate when her laptop was open on the tickling media forum, she considered jumping out her dorm window. Through therapy, her shame about this interest has been vastly reduced, but her brain and body are still wired for intense stress when her love of tickling is exposed. Holy shit, 2 cars park in front of her house. They are both here at the same time? Suppose it might be easier to have them both come in at the same time so there's no awkward moments with one while we wait, but holy shit holy shit. She begins to lose her courage, and runs to her bar to take a shot of vodka hoping that will loosen her up. As she sees both girls chatting as they walk up the driveway, she feels her face begin to blush, just hearing their little giggles from inside begins to dampen her panties. Here we go. *Ding dong*
Helen takes a deep breath, waits a few seconds before casually walking to the door, her heart racing, but trying to act as casual as possible. She opens the door and smiles at the 2 girls and gives an excited "Hi!!! Come on in!" Erin looks up and smiles politely without her teeth, and Michelle's eyebrows raise with a friendly smile as if to say "here we are!", as the two girls enter the house, looking around and giving a few compliments as they hang up their coats in the closet. Before they get too far, Helen's voice and entire body shakes a bit as she says "Oh! before we walk in, can you ladies leave your shoes at the door? Husband is a bit of a neat freak. haha" This doesn't feel like a big ask based on their reaction. Erin, slips off her black flats, her pants sort of hiding her feet revealing her nude colored nylons. Helen has a hard time not noticing how pretty her feet are, and how perfect and smooth they look encased in the nylons, Michelle puts a hand on the wall as she lifts each of her feet up so she can unzip her black booties and reveal her feet covered in black opaque tights, kind of wiggling her toes as they are freed up. She finds it a relief to get out of those stuffy boots, where Erin feels a bit "on display" not having her shoes, but tries to not let it bother her too much.
The girls are invited in, take a quick tour of the house, and find themselves in the living room, Erin and Michelle taking a seat on opposite ends of the sofa, and Helen, taking a seat on a nearby brown leather chair, as they open a bottle of Pinot Grigio and chat in person for the first time in a year, talking about how it feels good to actually see people again, hug, touch etc. The subject of touch feels like a good intro to her desired topic of conversation. That, and 2 glasses of wine give her the opening to bring up her game. She first makes up a story about her children going on a playdate where they played a guessing game where things were run along their feet and they had to guess what it was, which turned into a game of who can not laugh the longest while having their feet tickled. As Helen mentioned this as casually as possible, her heart raced and her palms sweat, trying to study the two girls' reactions to this, as it seemed they have no reaction or judgement. Again, she made up that her child asked her why adults don't play games like that, and she couldn't really give an answer. That there's no reason why that playfulness should go away when you get older, and that she'd ask her friends if they would play. Once she dropped the bomb of asking, she waited on baited breath for their reactions.
Michelle doesn't think much of it. She rationalizes that playing that kind of game for adults is no different than playing drinking games or cards against humanity. It's not something she ever considered, but once thinking about it, she really can't come up with an argument to it. Her first thought is how much she cackles during pedicures, and how she would certainly lose the game, but being ticklish and tickled doesn't really bother her. It's rare that she gets tickled, but wouldn't be too put off if it happened.
Erin, on the other hand blushes and involuntarily curls her toes. She hasn't been tickled in years, so isn't very familiar with her sensitivity, but knows she used to be very very ticklish on her feet. Although she's somewhat uncomfortable even having this conversation, and doesn't really say anything, but politely smiles as the other girls talk and sips her wine nervously, she wouldn't dare go against what her friends wanted to do. That would potentially make her not invited out or over with them, and she can't have that.
Helen is confident she can get the game going, and asks if they will play. Michelle gives a chuckle and "sure, why not! not where I imagined the night going, but here we are." Without vocalizing, Erin gives a nervous smile and nod. When asked who wants to go first, Michelle volunteers to take one for the team. Helen claps and says "Ok, great! I'll get a few secret items for you to guess. Michelle, get comfy and lay on your tummy on the couch. Michelle does so and Erin moves out of the way to the leather chair Helen was sitting on.
As Helen jogs through house with a shoebox finding fun things to use for the guessing game,, neither Michelle or Erin have any indication this is planned, and neither second guess it much. They chalk it up to Helen's playfulness, which is different from them, but understand how vulnerable it can be to come up with something sort of out of the ordinary.
Michelle waits patiently on the couch, laying on her tummy, playing on her phone as she props herself up with her elbow, her knees bent as her feet covered in black opaque tights casually flitter. Erin looks on to her, noticing how incredibly calm she is with this idea. Truth be told, at this point, Michelle doesn't know how much her feet are going to be tickled, she assumes it will be a simple guessing game, they will move on, and do something else, maybe this will be a silly thing that goes on for a few minutes. Erin, however, dreads her turn to come. She stares at her phone, hoping maybe she can get a text or call that she can fake as a reason to leave. No way does she want to be the one that "poo poo's" a fun idea that everyone else is on board for. She sort of wishes Michelle weren't so willing, maybe critical of the game, she doesn't have the courage, but even to be in front of 2 other people being put in a vulnerable position of having the sensitivity of her feet tested gives her a level of stage fright as if she were in front of 2,000 people.
Helen enters the room again with a small box of items and sits on the open seat on the other end of the couch. She playfully shakes it so it makes noise, and warns Michelle "no peeking!" Ok lay your feet on my lap, and you have to try to guess what is on your foot. It's harder than it looks!"
"Oh good Lord!", Michelle chuckles, her toes scrunching and her right foot protecting the other in intense anticipation. "No no! you can't hide your feet! That's not fair!", Helen jokes. "Ok ok! so I'm supposed to guess what it is you're putting on my foot? and if I guess, my turn is over?" Helen pulls out a small black comb and shows it to Erin, who makes an "EEK" face and makes compassionate eye contact with Michelle, suddenly more and more scared what will be her fate in this game, noticing her feet have also without noticing, hiding and protecting each other under the front of her chair. She places them flat on the floor so as to not give herself away. Helen continues "that's the game, but there might be a follow up!"
"what???" Michelle pops her head up, but before she can say anything, Helen grabs onto her ankle, holds it down and drags the comb gently and slowly on Michelle's tights covered heel. Her whole body shudders and she grabs a pillow and buries her face into it letting screamy giggles fill the pillow and then gasps and pops her head up "OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAHAHAHAHA HD!" "you have to guess! and Erin can't help you!" Helen playfully reminds ash she with her hands securely on her ankle to prevent excessive wiggling lets the sharp plastic tongs of the comb drag on her arch which causes Michelle to pound her fists on the armrest of the couch, explode into loud giggles ,and is intensely aware that her one foot is totally secure in Helen's clutches, the other foot, she is aware is in danger of kicking and injuring Helen, so she just sort of takes it. "Oh my GAWD WHY HAHAHA whatever you picked, you picked it to tickle on purpose, DIDN"T YOU!??" Michelle explodes in another outburst of laughs and cackles as she curls her toes and subtly tries to shake her feet, wiggle her upper body and thrash her head from side to side, again burying her face into the pillow for fear her screams might wake the neighbors. "It feeeehehehehs's plastic! but my tights are not making it eaaahehehehhesy!" Helen relieves her, "ok ok, take a look." Michelle looks back, seeing the comb and scoffs at her inability to guess. "UGGGGH! so easy!" ok is my turn over? You said there was something else.?"
Getting a bit of courage from it seemingly like her friends were accepting her game, Helen raises the stakes a bit. "Yes! so, there are 2 parts of the next part of the game....the first level is I'm going to tickle your feet, and you have to try as hard as you can not to laugh or make a sound, I'm interested how long you can do that...Erin, you will keep time, and THEN the next level of the game is you have to see how long you can keep from saying "stop".....are you ready? Helen looks to Erin to keep time, which she obediently pulls out her phone and stopwatch app, and smiles as if this is totally normal, which is a stretch for her. Michelle giggles and says "I don't think I'll last long, but I'm also really fucking competetive, so I'm going to try my best!" Her voice trembles a bit. "ok! I'm ready!"
Helen smiles, holds her other foot down, feeling it hasn't gotten proper attention, and begins to scribble her nails on Michelle's ball of her foot, Michelle immediately shrieks, and says "stop stop stop! I wasn't ready! give me another chance, I can do it!!" She bites the pillow and prepares for another try. Erin looks on, resets the clock, amazed that she is so casual about this game. Helen laughs and shakes her head "Ok, I'll be a little more gentle to start." She gently begins dragging her nails on her arch, causing Michelle to shake her entire body, breathe fast and heavy, bury her face into the pillow trying to be as silent as humanly possible, but after about 15 seconds lets out a high pitched squeak, barely audible, but that still has her lose the game. "Ok, how long was that?" Helen asks. "15 seconds" Erin quietly replies, and resets her stopwatch, still blushing, heart racing, hoping for a way to get out of this game without asking for a way out.
"you laughed!!! haha good try though!!" Helen giggled, so incredibly excited to have Michelle's now discovered sensitive feet in her hands "ok, now when I count down you can laugh and react as much as you want, but once you say stop, that's your time."
Michelle secretly was sort of enjoying this...having so much attention paid on her, the playfulness, she wonders if this is something she can bring into the bedroom, but not being married to someone at all playful, she can't really imagine that. Helen counts down "3....2...1..." and immediately starts scribbling her fingernails on Michelle's heel, securing her foot down so she can't escape, Michelle shrieks and screams and cackles shaking her entire body. Even though she's allowed to laugh she buries her face into the pillow to dampen how far her voice carries. Helen makes her hand into a claw and scrapes it furiously on Michelle's arch and ball of her foot which causes Michelle's voice to get more out of control, less composed, she is embarrassed at how crazy her laugh sounds, but Helen has found her most ticklish inches of her body so all she can do is try to bear it. She actually cackles, screams, wiggles and shakes, grinning and bearing it for several minutes before going into silent laughter, her face turning red and worrying if she doesn't say stop, she won't be able to soon, she gasps and says "Stop! stop!" Helen immediately complies and asks Erin the time, and she answers "7 minutes and 12 seconds" All three of them are sort of astonished at her abilities to last THAT long....the dreaded moment is upon us as Helen looks at Erin and says "your turn!" with a smile, as Michelle takes a few deep breaths of relief and gets off the couch.
Helen smiles at Erin, "ok, Your turn!" and don't worry, I'm not planning this game and not playing, I'll get my turn as well. Erin's stomach drops "Do you want me to lay on...my stomach like Michelle did? and put my feet in your lap?" Erin feels cornered, as her prayers for a call or text to get her out are over...she has to face her fears....Helen holds her hand out "yeah! and I'll give you a different thing to guess." Erin stands up from her chair, her black pants hitting the floor, showing just half of her nude nylon covered feet as she takes steps toward the couch, climbs on the couch and gently rests her ankles on Helen's lap, as Michelle pulls out her phone and sits on the chair which Erin just occupied, she snaps a picture for snapchat of Erin's feet on Helen's lap, capturing Erin's terrified face with the caption "Friday night has escalated to this..."
Erin rests her upper body on her elbows as her feet lay totally vulnerable on Helen's lap, her toes curling without her thinking about it. Helen pulls out a white, stiff feather from her little box. She collected several items, which she desperately hopes might be used in future get togethers with them, but certainly can't count on that. She shows it to Michelle, who has her phone out to time Erin's reactions, and Michelle gives an "oooo!" showing that she understands how severe a tool that could be...
Helen uses the feather as a quill and holds it like a pen, and with the sharp edge begins gently writing on her soles and arches, which immediately causes Erin's toes to curl, she also buries her face into the pillow and tries to hide her reactions the best she can, trying to stay as silent as humanly possible as she considers what might be invading the nerves of her feet. When she gets a moment to breathe she guesses "a pen???" which both girls say no...she is desperate not to show how affected she is by the tickle tool as Helen flips the feather around and drags the feathery part lightly over Erin's arch. Her foot shakes a bit, but asks through involuntary giggles "is this the same item?", Helen giggles and says yes, and Erin guesses "is it a feather?"
Helen excitedly says Yes, as Michelle applauses....Helen reminds her that there is the other parts of the game, asks her to brace herself and see how long she can not make a sound...Erin knows at this point this is pretty much impossible...as impossible as it would be to hold your breath when being put underwater. Helen gently strokes the entire length of Erin's nylon encased soles, and she completely involuntarily lets out a high pitched giggle, admitting that no matter what, she doesn't think she can keep quiet if her feet are actively being tickled. Helen, understanding that as fair, moves on to the second level of the game, laughing but not saying stop.
As Erin's feet begin to be tickled, which Helen starts gently scribbling her feet on her perfectly smooth, nylon covered arches, Erin isn't sure what to do.... she doesn't know the reaction that is desired, she wants to do the right thing and be "good", so she laughs, and wiggles, but tries not to laugh too loud. In an almost submissive way, she just lets whatever is going to happen happen, it's really up to Helen, she just hopes she is getting out of it what she wants to get out of it. She is thankful that she is ticklish, knowing if she wasn't that might be a disappointment, but she giggles, snickers and laughs and on repeat says things like "oh GOSH!"... "oh NO!" as certain parts of her feet are hit, getting more sputtery as her toes are played with, intensely noticing that although she's not intimately knowledgeable of her ticklishness, she is keenly aware that the nylons are adding to it...She giggles loudly and as her voice becomes a lot more audible as it would be talking, that vulnerability becomes too much for her and she gasps and says stop!
Helen checks in with Michelle at the stopwatch, and Erin only made it about 2 and a half minutes...As hard as it was, that was the best she could do. Knowing there is such a disparity of time between her and Michelle, Erin felt a bit weak, and like she should be able to do longer....maybe something to learn how to do...maybe something she could build with her new friends. None of them found these games strange and Helen sighed excitedly and said "ok, so I've been dishing it out...it's probably time I get some of the brunt of this...instead of having me guess something....how about we just go straight to the not laughing and waiting to see if I stop. Oh my GOD what if you both tickled me at the same time since I got you both????." she acted like she was just spitballing ideas, but that would be her complete fantasy, to have both of these gorgeous girls on her at the same time. "what if I layed on the floor on my tummy, and you each sort of sat on my ankle, and played with one of my feet, and I just had to take it???" She noticed that she was acting a bit too eager, but waited for their response. Michelle certainly seemed like getting payback was all about what she wanted to do, Erin, I think secretly was intensely excited about it, but was trying to go with the flow. Helen voluntarily lays on her stomach on the living room floor, her white nylon feet are totally exposed, both girls in their own time sit on one of her ankles. Helen holds herself up by her elbows and says "ok, I'm ready! do your worst!" Michelle counts down 3....2....1....and they both begin scribbling their fingernails on Helen's arches, which immediately sends her into howling, delightful laughter, there is no "trying not to laugh''. It really comes down to when she says stop. With Helen, she bucks, pounds the floor, wiggles, cackles, her face turns red, but beyond the seven, ten, and fifteen minutes, she is not saying stop. The girls notice that within Helen's giggles, there are also some "yeah's" and orgasmic sounds. It becomes increasingly clear why she wanted to play this game, and they are ok with it, as long as she is willing to get tickled as well. For different reasons, a door is open to Michelle and Erin that they had not considered as of yet, but certainly want to explore.
Helen entered her typical suburban home on a late afternoon in February wearing a brown skirt, off-white ribbed turtleneck, thin white tights and brown leather booties. Her Titian-red wavy hair crashed just below her shoulders. Her fair skin, green eyes, and strawberry sweet lips perfectly complemented the lightness of her outfit. Her bubbly personality could be considered bouncy, playful, almost mischievous at times. Being 35 years old and a mom of 3 small kids did not take the playfulness out of her life, she refuses to grow up. Her friends may not be the same as her, but part of that works, because she pulls the fun out of them, and in their way they can calm her down when she's being "too much." Just by looking at her and meeting her for the first time, it's very clear that she's a fun person. She doesn't take life too seriously, and is always trying to make others laugh and entertain, including herself. She was just getting home from her day as a manager at Bed Bath and Beyond.
She was having her friends Erin and Michelle over that night, and could not be more excited about it. It had been a full year of COVID zoom happy hours, and it was just plain getting old. The three of them were around the same age, and all had kids in the same class. They had been room moms together several times, and had become a lot more friendly over the past year. Michelle and Erin definitely enjoyed Helen, even if her antics at times seemed immature, it broke them out of their bubble in their very adult lives. Helen was a single mom, Erin and Michelle both married to husbands that were steady, but fairly "normal" and boring. Helen has managed to get them to do escape rooms, karaoke, all things they found very fun, but never thought of doing themselves. The two ladies would be over in about an hour. Their kids, finally having in person classes, were having a "socially distanced" fun event at school that night, and they would all pick them up later, so what a perfect night for some gal pal fun on their own.
Helen for as long as she could remember was fascinated and completely excited by tickling. Ever since she was young, it consumed her thoughts, she would get that squishy feeling in her tummy when she saw foot tickling on tv, and was eager to try to get tickling either as a topic of conversation with her fairly new friends, or maybe with a glass on pino on her, might actually get the courage to tickle them. After a few days of considering ways to do this, she thinks she finally came up with an idea that she will try. Her heart races a bit and butterflies fly through her tummy as she straightens up the house waiting for the girls to come over. She sends a text to each of them separately.
Helen: Hey girl! Still up for tonight?
Erin: yes! I'm excited to finally hang out, we haven't really done that, even before covid times. Anything I can bring>
Helen: Nope, just yourself pretty lady. I'm looking forward to it too. Come on over at around 7.
Erin: sounds good! See you then!
Erin put down her phone and tried to finish her makeup. Having pretty debilitating social anxiety, she constantly sought approval, especially from people in her life with whom she valued. She found these 2 friends to be an opportunity to have an actual close friendship with women her age. Her husband constantly moved for his job, so they haven't been in one city for long, but the thought was this might be a more permanent place. Their lives were fairly boring and "vanilla" She worked as a bank manager, he worked as a commodities trader. She stood in her bathroom in her dress black pants, royal blue button up, crisp shirt, her nude nylon covered feet pushed into the rug in front of her sink. Although old fashioned, her boss at work demanded all ladies wear nylons, even if wearing pants. For some reason, even with heels, if your feet can be seen, they can't be bare. It's not totally new for her, but something to get used to. She liked the feeling of them, she was a bit more formal, so she's just going to throw on a pair of jeans to be a bit more casual, and maybe flats instead of high heels to head over to Helen's. She put her golden hair into a tight ponytail, re-applied her eye liner and blush along with her pink lip balm, and she should be good to go.
Helen then texts Michelle,
Helen: Hey girl, 7 still good for you?
Michelle: Absolutely! I'm bringing some pinot. I can't wait to see you both. #fully vaccinated!
Helen: Yessss! We all are. Thank God. It's been a year. Looking forward to seeing you soon!
Michelle smiled and finished getting ready. She looked at herself in the mirror, wondering if she was too dressy, having just got off of work in a fairly conservative legal office, but essentially what she was wearing was "fun" enough to go out. Black opaque tights, black leather ankle booties, a black overall dress that hit just above her knees and a white blouse. She fixed her mid-neck length brown hair and gave herself a final look. She had been told by many friends that she resembled a young Terri Hatcher. She grabbed her coat, keys and headed out the door. Her husband was still at work, but was going to pick up their son later from the school event. As she drove to Helen's she considered her thoughts on both girls. She found herself the happy medium between them Maybe not completely "out there" and wanting to travel everywhere, outgoing, getting the center of attention, but also not afraid of trying new things. She genuinely has fun when challenged to do something that is slightly out of her comfort zone.
As the two ladies texted Helen they were on their way, butterflies exploded in Helen’s stomach with such intensity, she needed to sit down, yet can't sit still. She becomes intensely self conscious on how she looks, checking herself in the mirror near the front door, checking for hairs out of place, lipstick on her teeth or any lint on her clothes. As excited anxiety surges through her, she begins to second guess her outfit. She looks down at her white opaque smooth tights and booties, wondering if she looks too much like a little girl, I mean, who wears white tights beyond 9 years old, but then remembers seeing something on the Today show on how opaque tights are very in right now, and that includes white. She paces around the downstairs, making sure there is nothing out of place, she also rehearses in her head key things she is planning on saying. First of all, she needs to get their shoes off immediately so there's no chance that when bringing up her game one of them can't complain about wearing shoes or boots that are hard to get on or off...maybe she will just pretend like it's a rule of the house, but then why is SHE wearing boots. Dammit, That won't work. It's good she thought of that, as she places her hand on a side table to stable herself as she unzips each boot and slips out of them, placing them neatly on a rug near the door. Good LORD does she feel vulnerable having her feet on display wearing these tights. Nothing about that thought feels logical, but ever since she was young having her feet shown in white tights made her feel incredibly vulnerable and on display, and that hasn't changed into adulthood. Although that feeling surges through her, it's somewhat exciting to feel that vulnerable and on display. She sort of drags her feet on the carpet to stimulate them...she always thinks that's pretty fun. Doubt and fear surges through her as she begins to second guess bringing up the tickling game to them. What the hell is she thinking? What if one or both of them aren't ticklish? As she ponders this, the thought of what if they ARE ticklish begins to run through her brain as she fantasizes potential reactions from her 2 friends. Is it possible they will reject the game? What then? If she bears her soul and deepest desire, even if veiled as a playful silly game, if they reject her, will she be able to show her face around them ever again? She imagines that worst case scenario, and the possibility of that is so debilitating, she may need to move. That's pretty extreme, but she has a history of accidentally sharing her fetish with her college roommate when her laptop was open on the tickling media forum, she considered jumping out her dorm window. Through therapy, her shame about this interest has been vastly reduced, but her brain and body are still wired for intense stress when her love of tickling is exposed. Holy shit, 2 cars park in front of her house. They are both here at the same time? Suppose it might be easier to have them both come in at the same time so there's no awkward moments with one while we wait, but holy shit holy shit. She begins to lose her courage, and runs to her bar to take a shot of vodka hoping that will loosen her up. As she sees both girls chatting as they walk up the driveway, she feels her face begin to blush, just hearing their little giggles from inside begins to dampen her panties. Here we go. *Ding dong*
As the two ladies texted Helen they were on their way, butterflies exploded in Helen’s stomach with such intensity, she needed to sit down, yet can't sit still. She becomes intensely self conscious on how she looks, checking herself in the mirror near the front door, checking for hairs out of place, lipstick on her teeth or any lint on her clothes. As excited anxiety surges through her, she begins to second guess her outfit. She looks down at her white opaque smooth tights and booties, wondering if she looks too much like a little girl, I mean, who wears white tights beyond 9 years old, but then remembers seeing something on the Today show on how opaque tights are very in right now, and that includes white. She paces around the downstairs, making sure there is nothing out of place, she also rehearses in her head key things she is planning on saying. First of all, she needs to get their shoes off immediately so there's no chance that when bringing up her game one of them can't complain about wearing shoes or boots that are hard to get on or off...maybe she will just pretend like it's a rule of the house, but then why is SHE wearing boots. Dammit, That won't work. It's good she thought of that, as she places her hand on a side table to stable herself as she unzips each boot and slips out of them, placing them neatly on a rug near the door. Good LORD does she feel vulnerable having her feet on display wearing these tights. Nothing about that thought feels logical, but ever since she was young having her feet shown in white tights made her feel incredibly vulnerable and on display, and that hasn't changed into adulthood. Although that feeling surges through her, it's somewhat exciting to feel that vulnerable and on display. She sort of drags her feet on the carpet to stimulate them...she always thinks that's pretty fun. Doubt and fear surges through her as she begins to second guess bringing up the tickling game to them. What the hell is she thinking? What if one or both of them aren't ticklish? As she ponders this, the thought of what if they ARE ticklish begins to run through her brain as she fantasizes potential reactions from her 2 friends. Is it possible they will reject the game? What then? If she bears her soul and deepest desire, even if veiled as a playful silly game, if they reject her, will she be able to show her face around them ever again? She imagines that worst case scenario, and the possibility of that is so debilitating, she may need to move. That's pretty extreme, but she has a history of accidentally sharing her fetish with her college roommate when her laptop was open on the tickling media forum, she considered jumping out her dorm window. Through therapy, her shame about this interest has been vastly reduced, but her brain and body are still wired for intense stress when her love of tickling is exposed. Holy shit, 2 cars park in front of her house. They are both here at the same time? Suppose it might be easier to have them both come in at the same time so there's no awkward moments with one while we wait, but holy shit holy shit. She begins to lose her courage, and runs to her bar to take a shot of vodka hoping that will loosen her up. As she sees both girls chatting as they walk up the driveway, she feels her face begin to blush, just hearing their little giggles from inside begins to dampen her panties. Here we go. *Ding dong*
Helen takes a deep breath, waits a few seconds before casually walking to the door, her heart racing, but trying to act as casual as possible. She opens the door and smiles at the 2 girls and gives an excited "Hi!!! Come on in!" Erin looks up and smiles politely without her teeth, and Michelle's eyebrows raise with a friendly smile as if to say "here we are!", as the two girls enter the house, looking around and giving a few compliments as they hang up their coats in the closet. Before they get too far, Helen's voice and entire body shakes a bit as she says "Oh! before we walk in, can you ladies leave your shoes at the door? Husband is a bit of a neat freak. haha" This doesn't feel like a big ask based on their reaction. Erin, slips off her black flats, her pants sort of hiding her feet revealing her nude colored nylons. Helen has a hard time not noticing how pretty her feet are, and how perfect and smooth they look encased in the nylons, Michelle puts a hand on the wall as she lifts each of her feet up so she can unzip her black booties and reveal her feet covered in black opaque tights, kind of wiggling her toes as they are freed up. She finds it a relief to get out of those stuffy boots, where Erin feels a bit "on display" not having her shoes, but tries to not let it bother her too much.
The girls are invited in, take a quick tour of the house, and find themselves in the living room, Erin and Michelle taking a seat on opposite ends of the sofa, and Helen, taking a seat on a nearby brown leather chair, as they open a bottle of Pinot Grigio and chat in person for the first time in a year, talking about how it feels good to actually see people again, hug, touch etc. The subject of touch feels like a good intro to her desired topic of conversation. That, and 2 glasses of wine give her the opening to bring up her game. She first makes up a story about her children going on a playdate where they played a guessing game where things were run along their feet and they had to guess what it was, which turned into a game of who can not laugh the longest while having their feet tickled. As Helen mentioned this as casually as possible, her heart raced and her palms sweat, trying to study the two girls' reactions to this, as it seemed they have no reaction or judgement. Again, she made up that her child asked her why adults don't play games like that, and she couldn't really give an answer. That there's no reason why that playfulness should go away when you get older, and that she'd ask her friends if they would play. Once she dropped the bomb of asking, she waited on baited breath for their reactions.
Michelle doesn't think much of it. She rationalizes that playing that kind of game for adults is no different than playing drinking games or cards against humanity. It's not something she ever considered, but once thinking about it, she really can't come up with an argument to it. Her first thought is how much she cackles during pedicures, and how she would certainly lose the game, but being ticklish and tickled doesn't really bother her. It's rare that she gets tickled, but wouldn't be too put off if it happened.
Erin, on the other hand blushes and involuntarily curls her toes. She hasn't been tickled in years, so isn't very familiar with her sensitivity, but knows she used to be very very ticklish on her feet. Although she's somewhat uncomfortable even having this conversation, and doesn't really say anything, but politely smiles as the other girls talk and sips her wine nervously, she wouldn't dare go against what her friends wanted to do. That would potentially make her not invited out or over with them, and she can't have that.
Helen is confident she can get the game going, and asks if they will play. Michelle gives a chuckle and "sure, why not! not where I imagined the night going, but here we are." Without vocalizing, Erin gives a nervous smile and nod. When asked who wants to go first, Michelle volunteers to take one for the team. Helen claps and says "Ok, great! I'll get a few secret items for you to guess. Michelle, get comfy and lay on your tummy on the couch. Michelle does so and Erin moves out of the way to the leather chair Helen was sitting on.
As Helen jogs through house with a shoebox finding fun things to use for the guessing game,, neither Michelle or Erin have any indication this is planned, and neither second guess it much. They chalk it up to Helen's playfulness, which is different from them, but understand how vulnerable it can be to come up with something sort of out of the ordinary.
Michelle waits patiently on the couch, laying on her tummy, playing on her phone as she props herself up with her elbow, her knees bent as her feet covered in black opaque tights casually flitter. Erin looks on to her, noticing how incredibly calm she is with this idea. Truth be told, at this point, Michelle doesn't know how much her feet are going to be tickled, she assumes it will be a simple guessing game, they will move on, and do something else, maybe this will be a silly thing that goes on for a few minutes. Erin, however, dreads her turn to come. She stares at her phone, hoping maybe she can get a text or call that she can fake as a reason to leave. No way does she want to be the one that "poo poo's" a fun idea that everyone else is on board for. She sort of wishes Michelle weren't so willing, maybe critical of the game, she doesn't have the courage, but even to be in front of 2 other people being put in a vulnerable position of having the sensitivity of her feet tested gives her a level of stage fright as if she were in front of 2,000 people.
Helen enters the room again with a small box of items and sits on the open seat on the other end of the couch. She playfully shakes it so it makes noise, and warns Michelle "no peeking!" Ok lay your feet on my lap, and you have to try to guess what is on your foot. It's harder than it looks!"
"Oh good Lord!", Michelle chuckles, her toes scrunching and her right foot protecting the other in intense anticipation. "No no! you can't hide your feet! That's not fair!", Helen jokes. "Ok ok! so I'm supposed to guess what it is you're putting on my foot? and if I guess, my turn is over?" Helen pulls out a small black comb and shows it to Erin, who makes an "EEK" face and makes compassionate eye contact with Michelle, suddenly more and more scared what will be her fate in this game, noticing her feet have also without noticing, hiding and protecting each other under the front of her chair. She places them flat on the floor so as to not give herself away. Helen continues "that's the game, but there might be a follow up!"
"what???" Michelle pops her head up, but before she can say anything, Helen grabs onto her ankle, holds it down and drags the comb gently and slowly on Michelle's tights covered heel. Her whole body shudders and she grabs a pillow and buries her face into it letting screamy giggles fill the pillow and then gasps and pops her head up "OH MY GOD WHAT IS HAHAHAHAHA HD!" "you have to guess! and Erin can't help you!" Helen playfully reminds ash she with her hands securely on her ankle to prevent excessive wiggling lets the sharp plastic tongs of the comb drag on her arch which causes Michelle to pound her fists on the armrest of the couch, explode into loud giggles ,and is intensely aware that her one foot is totally secure in Helen's clutches, the other foot, she is aware is in danger of kicking and injuring Helen, so she just sort of takes it. "Oh my GAWD WHY HAHAHA whatever you picked, you picked it to tickle on purpose, DIDN"T YOU!??" Michelle explodes in another outburst of laughs and cackles as she curls her toes and subtly tries to shake her feet, wiggle her upper body and thrash her head from side to side, again burying her face into the pillow for fear her screams might wake the neighbors. "It feeeehehehehs's plastic! but my tights are not making it eaaahehehehhesy!" Helen relieves her, "ok ok, take a look." Michelle looks back, seeing the comb and scoffs at her inability to guess. "UGGGGH! so easy!" ok is my turn over? You said there was something else.?"
Getting a bit of courage from it seemingly like her friends were accepting her game, Helen raises the stakes a bit. "Yes! so, there are 2 parts of the next part of the game....the first level is I'm going to tickle your feet, and you have to try as hard as you can not to laugh or make a sound, I'm interested how long you can do that...Erin, you will keep time, and THEN the next level of the game is you have to see how long you can keep from saying "stop".....are you ready? Helen looks to Erin to keep time, which she obediently pulls out her phone and stopwatch app, and smiles as if this is totally normal, which is a stretch for her. Michelle giggles and says "I don't think I'll last long, but I'm also really fucking competetive, so I'm going to try my best!" Her voice trembles a bit. "ok! I'm ready!"
Helen smiles, holds her other foot down, feeling it hasn't gotten proper attention, and begins to scribble her nails on Michelle's ball of her foot, Michelle immediately shrieks, and says "stop stop stop! I wasn't ready! give me another chance, I can do it!!" She bites the pillow and prepares for another try. Erin looks on, resets the clock, amazed that she is so casual about this game. Helen laughs and shakes her head "Ok, I'll be a little more gentle to start." She gently begins dragging her nails on her arch, causing Michelle to shake her entire body, breathe fast and heavy, bury her face into the pillow trying to be as silent as humanly possible, but after about 15 seconds lets out a high pitched squeak, barely audible, but that still has her lose the game. "Ok, how long was that?" Helen asks. "15 seconds" Erin quietly replies, and resets her stopwatch, still blushing, heart racing, hoping for a way to get out of this game without asking for a way out.
"you laughed!!! haha good try though!!" Helen giggled, so incredibly excited to have Michelle's now discovered sensitive feet in her hands "ok, now when I count down you can laugh and react as much as you want, but once you say stop, that's your time."
Michelle secretly was sort of enjoying this...having so much attention paid on her, the playfulness, she wonders if this is something she can bring into the bedroom, but not being married to someone at all playful, she can't really imagine that. Helen counts down "3....2...1..." and immediately starts scribbling her fingernails on Michelle's heel, securing her foot down so she can't escape, Michelle shrieks and screams and cackles shaking her entire body. Even though she's allowed to laugh she buries her face into the pillow to dampen how far her voice carries. Helen makes her hand into a claw and scrapes it furiously on Michelle's arch and ball of her foot which causes Michelle's voice to get more out of control, less composed, she is embarrassed at how crazy her laugh sounds, but Helen has found her most ticklish inches of her body so all she can do is try to bear it. She actually cackles, screams, wiggles and shakes, grinning and bearing it for several minutes before going into silent laughter, her face turning red and worrying if she doesn't say stop, she won't be able to soon, she gasps and says "Stop! stop!" Helen immediately complies and asks Erin the time, and she answers "7 minutes and 12 seconds" All three of them are sort of astonished at her abilities to last THAT long....the dreaded moment is upon us as Helen looks at Erin and says "your turn!" with a smile, as Michelle takes a few deep breaths of relief and gets off the couch.
Helen smiles at Erin, "ok, Your turn!" and don't worry, I'm not planning this game and not playing, I'll get my turn as well. Erin's stomach drops "Do you want me to lay on...my stomach like Michelle did? and put my feet in your lap?" Erin feels cornered, as her prayers for a call or text to get her out are over...she has to face her fears....Helen holds her hand out "yeah! and I'll give you a different thing to guess." Erin stands up from her chair, her black pants hitting the floor, showing just half of her nude nylon covered feet as she takes steps toward the couch, climbs on the couch and gently rests her ankles on Helen's lap, as Michelle pulls out her phone and sits on the chair which Erin just occupied, she snaps a picture for snapchat of Erin's feet on Helen's lap, capturing Erin's terrified face with the caption "Friday night has escalated to this..."
Erin rests her upper body on her elbows as her feet lay totally vulnerable on Helen's lap, her toes curling without her thinking about it. Helen pulls out a white, stiff feather from her little box. She collected several items, which she desperately hopes might be used in future get togethers with them, but certainly can't count on that. She shows it to Michelle, who has her phone out to time Erin's reactions, and Michelle gives an "oooo!" showing that she understands how severe a tool that could be...
Helen uses the feather as a quill and holds it like a pen, and with the sharp edge begins gently writing on her soles and arches, which immediately causes Erin's toes to curl, she also buries her face into the pillow and tries to hide her reactions the best she can, trying to stay as silent as humanly possible as she considers what might be invading the nerves of her feet. When she gets a moment to breathe she guesses "a pen???" which both girls say no...she is desperate not to show how affected she is by the tickle tool as Helen flips the feather around and drags the feathery part lightly over Erin's arch. Her foot shakes a bit, but asks through involuntary giggles "is this the same item?", Helen giggles and says yes, and Erin guesses "is it a feather?"
Helen excitedly says Yes, as Michelle applauses....Helen reminds her that there is the other parts of the game, asks her to brace herself and see how long she can not make a sound...Erin knows at this point this is pretty much impossible...as impossible as it would be to hold your breath when being put underwater. Helen gently strokes the entire length of Erin's nylon encased soles, and she completely involuntarily lets out a high pitched giggle, admitting that no matter what, she doesn't think she can keep quiet if her feet are actively being tickled. Helen, understanding that as fair, moves on to the second level of the game, laughing but not saying stop.
As Erin's feet begin to be tickled, which Helen starts gently scribbling her feet on her perfectly smooth, nylon covered arches, Erin isn't sure what to do.... she doesn't know the reaction that is desired, she wants to do the right thing and be "good", so she laughs, and wiggles, but tries not to laugh too loud. In an almost submissive way, she just lets whatever is going to happen happen, it's really up to Helen, she just hopes she is getting out of it what she wants to get out of it. She is thankful that she is ticklish, knowing if she wasn't that might be a disappointment, but she giggles, snickers and laughs and on repeat says things like "oh GOSH!"... "oh NO!" as certain parts of her feet are hit, getting more sputtery as her toes are played with, intensely noticing that although she's not intimately knowledgeable of her ticklishness, she is keenly aware that the nylons are adding to it...She giggles loudly and as her voice becomes a lot more audible as it would be talking, that vulnerability becomes too much for her and she gasps and says stop!
Helen checks in with Michelle at the stopwatch, and Erin only made it about 2 and a half minutes...As hard as it was, that was the best she could do. Knowing there is such a disparity of time between her and Michelle, Erin felt a bit weak, and like she should be able to do longer....maybe something to learn how to do...maybe something she could build with her new friends. None of them found these games strange and Helen sighed excitedly and said "ok, so I've been dishing it out...it's probably time I get some of the brunt of this...instead of having me guess something....how about we just go straight to the not laughing and waiting to see if I stop. Oh my GOD what if you both tickled me at the same time since I got you both????." she acted like she was just spitballing ideas, but that would be her complete fantasy, to have both of these gorgeous girls on her at the same time. "what if I layed on the floor on my tummy, and you each sort of sat on my ankle, and played with one of my feet, and I just had to take it???" She noticed that she was acting a bit too eager, but waited for their response. Michelle certainly seemed like getting payback was all about what she wanted to do, Erin, I think secretly was intensely excited about it, but was trying to go with the flow. Helen voluntarily lays on her stomach on the living room floor, her white nylon feet are totally exposed, both girls in their own time sit on one of her ankles. Helen holds herself up by her elbows and says "ok, I'm ready! do your worst!" Michelle counts down 3....2....1....and they both begin scribbling their fingernails on Helen's arches, which immediately sends her into howling, delightful laughter, there is no "trying not to laugh''. It really comes down to when she says stop. With Helen, she bucks, pounds the floor, wiggles, cackles, her face turns red, but beyond the seven, ten, and fifteen minutes, she is not saying stop. The girls notice that within Helen's giggles, there are also some "yeah's" and orgasmic sounds. It becomes increasingly clear why she wanted to play this game, and they are ok with it, as long as she is willing to get tickled as well. For different reasons, a door is open to Michelle and Erin that they had not considered as of yet, but certainly want to explore.
