So these have just been the most regular thing, now. Again, we went to my boyfriend's house. Our friend was sitting on the couch next to me, and we were watching TV.
I usually don't remember how it starts, but most of the time, he pokes me, and attempts to initiate the tickling. And all in great fun. I put my arms behind my head in a relaxed sort of position. He tries to poke my side, and tickle my underarms gently. I have a high tolerance for tickling. I love it any way, but in order to get me laughing, you have to do it a certain way. My friend has been trying for a few weeks now. My boyfriend, however, sitting on my other side, already knows how to do it. He takes my leg into his lap and works his elbow into it, and squeezes my thigh. I yelp and scream until it starts to hurt. My friend takes my other leg, and squeezes it as well. I jerk a little, but no laughing, until my boyfriend goes for my underarms. I start leaning toward my friend's side, as my boyfriend works his fingers into my armpits. My friend copies on my other side, but scratching gently, making me giggle.
After my boyfriend stops, he moves over to give me some air, and I claw at my friend's stomach. He's fairly ticklish there, but there are sweet spots on the sides of his abdomen that get him reeling. I find one and he jumps to the ceiling and squeals. He gently covers it, and I shoo his hand away. "nnooaah-AAAHHAAHAHA!" He tries to keep still in his seat, but loses it and twists and covers himself. When he calms down, he usually takes his hands away again. But at the point to where it tickles too much, he clenches them. With my other hand, I pull his wrists away and attack once again. "EEEEAAAAHHAHAHA!" He flops around on the couch for a few seconds until I stop.
He pokes me again, gently and playfully. I use my index finger to get to his neck. At first, he is tense, but doesn't move. With the scratch of my fingernails on his neck, he cringes and giggles. "OH-jeez.." I take both hands and scribble my fingernails where his shoulders glue to the sides of his face. His face stretched in agony. Boyish giggles escape and sweat trickles down his neck as he flicks away. I tickle his ears and he screams again. "EEHEEHAHAHAHA!" He twists his head violently and rubs his ears. When he lets go, I try it again, using my hair. He throws his head back and laughs, fast and squeaky.
My boyfriend leaves the couch for a moment, and my friend lays down across it. I sit on the front cushions in front of his knees. He pokes me with his foot, wrapped in a black cotton sock. I tickle him through the sock. He's not very ticklish there, but I get soft playful giggles. I squeeze his knee and he giggles a little more, but not nearly as strong as before. He turns himself over, laying stomach down on the couch. This time, I squeeze the backs of his thighs. He gasps, "Woa..-ah-aaAH!-nAHA" I squeeze his thighs behind me and work my elbows, and the laughter grows louder, but still broken.
In the mess of his squirming, his shirt has ridden up, and reach for his bare tummy. I scribble my hands up into his stomach again, and find his sweet spot. He cackles and hisses loudly and twists himself and he ends up back on his back. I continue there and his laughter is deadly and uncontrollable again. His head is tossed back, and entire body shaken. I scoot over, and sit in front of his torso. I pull his arm up from behind me with one hand, and wiggle my fingers into his stomach and side behind my back. "Oh, nooo!" He starts to huff his anticipated laugh, and jumps and shifts behind me, but he's gentle so he can't get away. He giggles as I tickle his tummy. Then I work my way up his side.
"Oh, NOOO!" I use my hip to stop his arm from pulling back down for protection, and I use both hands to tickle his rib and underarm. "OH GOD HAHAHAHA!" I probe his armpit and rib, and scribble up and down his side. I look behind me at his face, and his face is stuck in an open mouthed grin. He howls and shakes with laughter. I put my fingers into his neck, and he screamed louder. I pushed his head to the side with the palm of my hand, leaving the side of his neck exposed. "nnu-NN!" I use my fingers to scribble my nails in his neck. He screeched and fought with his shoulders as much as he could, "EEEHAHA-NNNAAHHH!" He shook his head and cringed his neck. I turned and forced his neck back to expose the side, and with the other hand, I scribbled inside. He was helpless. His face was flushed red, and eyes glassy when I was done with him there.
Later on, he sits himself on the carpet in front of where I was sitting on the couch. I put my feet around his shoulders. He starts to tickle my feet gently. It feels really good! I start to twitch at different strokes up and down my feet. He starts at the heels, and then scribbles up to the toes. That's where I twitch most. He stays around the arch, and then starts to stick his fingers in between my toes and twists them around. I'm shocked, and I grin and twitch. I start getting uneasy in my seat and I start to giggle. His tickling is soft and gentle and friendly, but the maneuvering, now was up to beat. I cringed and giggled for a little bit, and he felt accomplished.
I tickled his ears again, and he cackled, throwing his head back. I took two locks of my hair, and feathered it into his ears. He squawked and twisted his head and giggled boyishly. I raked my nails up and down his back and he twisted from side to side. After I stopped, I let him relax, and he pulled his head back. I looked down at him, and started to softly brush my nails around his face. He shuddered. When I reached his cheeks, he jumped, startled, and laughed. He rubbed his face, and I started again. Two hands, I used, traced their nails from his chin and up his cheeks again. "wwAH! haahaa, that tiiiickleshehehe!" He shudders and rubs his face again. "It does?" I asked, plainly. "Yeah," he said. He must have liked it though, because he kept laying his head back for more. I started from his forehead, traced around his cheeks and his nose and eyelids. Every time, after a short distance, his face would shake, and he would have to rub his face again. I started again at the sides of his face "Oh, man, I'm gonna faint.." he said. I laughed "Why?" "I don't know, I might..it tickles!" He said. After a while he started to resist, and after each rub, I'd gently lay his head back and do it again.
This whole tickling rally probably lasted about an hour altogether, with constant short breaks in between, and lasted a good few seconds each. Each day now, I can't wait for our next hang out day.
I usually don't remember how it starts, but most of the time, he pokes me, and attempts to initiate the tickling. And all in great fun. I put my arms behind my head in a relaxed sort of position. He tries to poke my side, and tickle my underarms gently. I have a high tolerance for tickling. I love it any way, but in order to get me laughing, you have to do it a certain way. My friend has been trying for a few weeks now. My boyfriend, however, sitting on my other side, already knows how to do it. He takes my leg into his lap and works his elbow into it, and squeezes my thigh. I yelp and scream until it starts to hurt. My friend takes my other leg, and squeezes it as well. I jerk a little, but no laughing, until my boyfriend goes for my underarms. I start leaning toward my friend's side, as my boyfriend works his fingers into my armpits. My friend copies on my other side, but scratching gently, making me giggle.
After my boyfriend stops, he moves over to give me some air, and I claw at my friend's stomach. He's fairly ticklish there, but there are sweet spots on the sides of his abdomen that get him reeling. I find one and he jumps to the ceiling and squeals. He gently covers it, and I shoo his hand away. "nnooaah-AAAHHAAHAHA!" He tries to keep still in his seat, but loses it and twists and covers himself. When he calms down, he usually takes his hands away again. But at the point to where it tickles too much, he clenches them. With my other hand, I pull his wrists away and attack once again. "EEEEAAAAHHAHAHA!" He flops around on the couch for a few seconds until I stop.
He pokes me again, gently and playfully. I use my index finger to get to his neck. At first, he is tense, but doesn't move. With the scratch of my fingernails on his neck, he cringes and giggles. "OH-jeez.." I take both hands and scribble my fingernails where his shoulders glue to the sides of his face. His face stretched in agony. Boyish giggles escape and sweat trickles down his neck as he flicks away. I tickle his ears and he screams again. "EEHEEHAHAHAHA!" He twists his head violently and rubs his ears. When he lets go, I try it again, using my hair. He throws his head back and laughs, fast and squeaky.
My boyfriend leaves the couch for a moment, and my friend lays down across it. I sit on the front cushions in front of his knees. He pokes me with his foot, wrapped in a black cotton sock. I tickle him through the sock. He's not very ticklish there, but I get soft playful giggles. I squeeze his knee and he giggles a little more, but not nearly as strong as before. He turns himself over, laying stomach down on the couch. This time, I squeeze the backs of his thighs. He gasps, "Woa..-ah-aaAH!-nAHA" I squeeze his thighs behind me and work my elbows, and the laughter grows louder, but still broken.
In the mess of his squirming, his shirt has ridden up, and reach for his bare tummy. I scribble my hands up into his stomach again, and find his sweet spot. He cackles and hisses loudly and twists himself and he ends up back on his back. I continue there and his laughter is deadly and uncontrollable again. His head is tossed back, and entire body shaken. I scoot over, and sit in front of his torso. I pull his arm up from behind me with one hand, and wiggle my fingers into his stomach and side behind my back. "Oh, nooo!" He starts to huff his anticipated laugh, and jumps and shifts behind me, but he's gentle so he can't get away. He giggles as I tickle his tummy. Then I work my way up his side.
"Oh, NOOO!" I use my hip to stop his arm from pulling back down for protection, and I use both hands to tickle his rib and underarm. "OH GOD HAHAHAHA!" I probe his armpit and rib, and scribble up and down his side. I look behind me at his face, and his face is stuck in an open mouthed grin. He howls and shakes with laughter. I put my fingers into his neck, and he screamed louder. I pushed his head to the side with the palm of my hand, leaving the side of his neck exposed. "nnu-NN!" I use my fingers to scribble my nails in his neck. He screeched and fought with his shoulders as much as he could, "EEEHAHA-NNNAAHHH!" He shook his head and cringed his neck. I turned and forced his neck back to expose the side, and with the other hand, I scribbled inside. He was helpless. His face was flushed red, and eyes glassy when I was done with him there.
Later on, he sits himself on the carpet in front of where I was sitting on the couch. I put my feet around his shoulders. He starts to tickle my feet gently. It feels really good! I start to twitch at different strokes up and down my feet. He starts at the heels, and then scribbles up to the toes. That's where I twitch most. He stays around the arch, and then starts to stick his fingers in between my toes and twists them around. I'm shocked, and I grin and twitch. I start getting uneasy in my seat and I start to giggle. His tickling is soft and gentle and friendly, but the maneuvering, now was up to beat. I cringed and giggled for a little bit, and he felt accomplished.
I tickled his ears again, and he cackled, throwing his head back. I took two locks of my hair, and feathered it into his ears. He squawked and twisted his head and giggled boyishly. I raked my nails up and down his back and he twisted from side to side. After I stopped, I let him relax, and he pulled his head back. I looked down at him, and started to softly brush my nails around his face. He shuddered. When I reached his cheeks, he jumped, startled, and laughed. He rubbed his face, and I started again. Two hands, I used, traced their nails from his chin and up his cheeks again. "wwAH! haahaa, that tiiiickleshehehe!" He shudders and rubs his face again. "It does?" I asked, plainly. "Yeah," he said. He must have liked it though, because he kept laying his head back for more. I started from his forehead, traced around his cheeks and his nose and eyelids. Every time, after a short distance, his face would shake, and he would have to rub his face again. I started again at the sides of his face "Oh, man, I'm gonna faint.." he said. I laughed "Why?" "I don't know, I might..it tickles!" He said. After a while he started to resist, and after each rub, I'd gently lay his head back and do it again.
This whole tickling rally probably lasted about an hour altogether, with constant short breaks in between, and lasted a good few seconds each. Each day now, I can't wait for our next hang out day.
