One weekend, I invited my boyfriend over to my house to hang out. We went out on the patio in the backyard, and began playing with my pets.
I sat myself on a chair with my ankles hanging off the foot rest. My boyfriend scooted close to me, facing my feet, and all of a sudden, he pulled off my socks. He took one of them and started playing with it. He tried stroking it and tickling it for a little bit until he finally gave up to no reactions. He sat himself on the couch next to my chair, and I moved so that I was now on the floor. I attempted to take off one of his socks as well. "No!" and he plopped himself on the floor cross-legged in front of me. As he did this, I pulled it right off, and threw it into the back corner of the room behind a bin. "Aww dangit," he said. And we both fought to prevent each other from getting it.
Later on, still with his sock off, he and I sat next to each other against the wall. I reached for his bare foot, and stroked it quickly from heal to arch. He jumped and pushed my hand away at once, and he stretched his legs out so I couldn't reach them. Soon, my little poodle came in wanting to play. She stood right by my boyfriend's foot. "Hey, there, girl!" and he pet her with his foot, and she sniffed it. He bent his legs a little so he could reach out and pet her as she came closer. "How are -AAH! HEY!" I laughed at him. She had come in and licked the ball and toe of his foot and he pulled it away from her as he rubbed it.
Eventually my dog went off to eat, and my boyfriend let me try tickling his foot. He was rather calm, and no reaction came for a while. I leaned in, holding his ankle down with one hand, and I stroked it with all five fingers with the other. I heard no laughing. I looked into his face and his eyes. His leg quivered a bit, and the corner of his mouth was trying to pull into a smile, but he resisted. "Huh," I said, "I had you good earlier. Is it really not tickling, or are you just trying REALLY hard to hold it in?" I mocked him with these questions as I continued to stroke with all five fingernails. I looked back into his eyes, and a smile started to pull from both corners of his lips. I looked down, and noticed his toes were curled, scrunching his whole foot. I gently stroked the top of his foot, and they uncurled and pointed backward, and I tickled the bottoms again, and he scrunched them once more.
"Why do you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?"
"Scrunch your toes like that?" He grew quiet. "Well... What if I did this?" I pulled his toes back, and began to tickle under them, on his arch, and under his arch all over the upper part of his foot. "AAAAAHHHH!!! ahahahahahahaha!!" He yelled, and he reached for my wrists, trying to push them off of his foot. "OOH! I got you now!" I said. And he pushed me away completely, and got up to get his sock.
I sat myself on a chair with my ankles hanging off the foot rest. My boyfriend scooted close to me, facing my feet, and all of a sudden, he pulled off my socks. He took one of them and started playing with it. He tried stroking it and tickling it for a little bit until he finally gave up to no reactions. He sat himself on the couch next to my chair, and I moved so that I was now on the floor. I attempted to take off one of his socks as well. "No!" and he plopped himself on the floor cross-legged in front of me. As he did this, I pulled it right off, and threw it into the back corner of the room behind a bin. "Aww dangit," he said. And we both fought to prevent each other from getting it.
Later on, still with his sock off, he and I sat next to each other against the wall. I reached for his bare foot, and stroked it quickly from heal to arch. He jumped and pushed my hand away at once, and he stretched his legs out so I couldn't reach them. Soon, my little poodle came in wanting to play. She stood right by my boyfriend's foot. "Hey, there, girl!" and he pet her with his foot, and she sniffed it. He bent his legs a little so he could reach out and pet her as she came closer. "How are -AAH! HEY!" I laughed at him. She had come in and licked the ball and toe of his foot and he pulled it away from her as he rubbed it.
Eventually my dog went off to eat, and my boyfriend let me try tickling his foot. He was rather calm, and no reaction came for a while. I leaned in, holding his ankle down with one hand, and I stroked it with all five fingers with the other. I heard no laughing. I looked into his face and his eyes. His leg quivered a bit, and the corner of his mouth was trying to pull into a smile, but he resisted. "Huh," I said, "I had you good earlier. Is it really not tickling, or are you just trying REALLY hard to hold it in?" I mocked him with these questions as I continued to stroke with all five fingernails. I looked back into his eyes, and a smile started to pull from both corners of his lips. I looked down, and noticed his toes were curled, scrunching his whole foot. I gently stroked the top of his foot, and they uncurled and pointed backward, and I tickled the bottoms again, and he scrunched them once more.
"Why do you do that?" I asked.
"Do what?"
"Scrunch your toes like that?" He grew quiet. "Well... What if I did this?" I pulled his toes back, and began to tickle under them, on his arch, and under his arch all over the upper part of his foot. "AAAAAHHHH!!! ahahahahahahaha!!" He yelled, and he reached for my wrists, trying to push them off of his foot. "OOH! I got you now!" I said. And he pushed me away completely, and got up to get his sock.
