optamist said:
I'm certainly interested in reposts if it is not too much of a problem!
There were several, of course of me tickling her, as well as others giving her the business.
One time, when I was a freshman in college and she as a senior in high school, she came up to see me with a friend one weekend. This would have been in the fall of 1985. We were in another guys dorm room playing some kind of drinking game. I don't think it was quarters, but I can't exactly remember, either.
At any rate, a friend of mine, who was kind of a flirt anyway, was sitting in a chair across from us. She had leaned back against me, and I was leaned against a dresser. We were on the floor, but close enough to him that she kicked off her shoes and put her feet up on his chair, right next to his left leg. They weren't stickling straight up in the air, but since we were on the floor, they were in an upward position relative to the rest of her. She was a real cutie, who in hindsight, bore a striking resemblance to Kirsten Dunst.
She was wearing a sweater, blue jeans, and nylons. This was late at night, so she had her shoes on all day...nice and sensitive. She crossed one ankle over the other so her nyloned soles, especially the right one, were literally staring him in the face. I knew it was coming, and hated every minute of it. He didn't even look at her, but started tickling her soles with his left hand while he had a conversation with someone else. Her foot started jerking around. This happened about three or four times, until she finally, right in mid sentence, just blended it in. "blah blah blah...and he's tickling my feet!!! Don't tickle my feet!!! They're ticklish!!!"
I look back on it now with great regard (I'm not doing justice to the visual aspects of the story, trust me). It was one of the single greatest tickling setups I have seen to this day.
Regards,
TK