beerbaron2
TMF Novice
- Joined
- Sep 2, 2013
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The Story So Far
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6: Scenes From a Hotel Room
The redoubtable visage of the Timeless Toni Storm persona had been completely undone. At the moment, she cackled, with a few whoops of laughter mixed in, as Liv Morgan leaned in from behind, fingernails scratching persistently at both of Toni's armpits.
"Do you like it?" Liv said with a teasing smile as her nails quickened the pace.
Toni's forced mirth reached a different octave before she finally burst out: "Pause!"
Liv released, flashing a grin in triumph. Reflexes kicked in and Toni rolled away, out of Liv’s reach, breathing hard.
“I’m so glad you told me about those armpits,” Liv said. “I filed that one away immediately.”
“Those nails are positively evil!” Toni said.
“What, these?” Liv extended her hands. A set of cheap black acrylic nails protruded from her 10 fingers. Not practical at all for the ring, but worth a few dollars – and the task of removing the glued-on nails before her next match – for the chance to use those artificial claws on a night both had been anticipating.
“Yes, those! You may think you have the upper hand, darling,” Toni said, “but you never know what I might pull out of my bag of tricks.”
Several weeks had passed since NerdCon: Liv teasing Toni under the table during her signing event; both tickled to hysterics in stocks for charity as part of the convention; the after care that ensued in the green room; followed by dinner and exploration in Toni’s suite that evening.
Busy schedules with wrestling events and media obligations had kept Toni and Liv apart until now. Though unable to connect physically, their virtual connection had remained almost constant. Text messages flew back and forth between them: sometimes brief, sometimes just a simple emoji. FaceTime calls occurred on occasion, usually while one or the other was stuck in the purgatory of an airport terminal waiting for a flight to the next event.
One constant, no matter the method of communication or the words or pictures within, was the steady undercurrent of joyful teasing between the two. Comments about who was more ticklish in a given spot, or insistence that each had the superior tickling skill. Toni had raised the stakes during the last FaceTime chat; she called in the middle of a pedicure at a spa and chuckled her way through as the nail tech buffed and scrubbed her soles.
Now, finally, their schedules had aligned for this one night. Nothing on the calendar for either, and roughly 18 hours of free time with both in the same city. They had leapt at the chance, booking a single hotel room. Their criteria?
Good room service.
Thick walls.
And a comfortable king bed.
“It’ll be like a slumber party!” Liv said when Toni had suggested the idea upon comparing their schedules.
The two had wasted little time upon convening at the hotel. Toni had arrived first, and was waiting barefoot in a short kimono-styled robe and simple pajama set of a tank top and shorts. Once Liv joined, after an excited hug between the two blondes, Liv had kicked off her slides and started removing layers of clothing until she was down to a cut-off T-shirt, boy shorts, and socks. Once Liv removed her hoodie, Toni immediately noticed Liv’s long, black nails. Liv, noticing that Toni noticed, wiggled her fingers ominously in her direction as she teased, “Look what I goooot!”
Toni’s eyes widened, she backpedaled as Liv advanced, teasing, and a brief tickle wrestling match had broken out on the bed, ending in victory for Liv with the Dreaded Double Armpit Attack … and securing the first “pause” of the night.
“You’re just salty because you didn’t think of acrylics yourself,” Liv said. “So, ha!”
“We’ll see who laughs the last laugh tonight, dear Liv…”
“Promises, promises. Now, what do we want to order for dinner? I’m already starving!”
"Fine. We order... and in the mean time... rotation!"
Knowing she would be next, Liv's toes curled on reflex in her socks.
As they waited for room service, Toni had Liv assume the desired position after more than a bit of stalling by the WWE star. Now, there she sat -- cross-legged, arms up, hands gripping her own forearms. The challenge? “Let’s see how long you can hold.”
Toni could have gone straight for the armpits and pondered that out loud – “what’s good for the goose…” – but instead she opted to tease.
Fingers danced lightly up and down Liv’s sides. Her shirt was a cutoff tee, so Toni made sure to explore her bare flanks with extra care. Liv twisted and giggled, but maintained the position, gripping her forearms so tightly her knuckles started to turn white.
“Such determination…” Toni mused.
Then a change in tactic: lightly tracing Liv’s inner elbow and tricep. Less giggles there, but more squirming.
“Thank you for holding them in place for me,” Toni said.
“You’re welcooohahahahahaa!”
Suddenly, a break in composure as Toni switched targets to Liv’s neck, lightly wiggling her fingers on either side. Liv brought her hands down, clutching her sides as she burst into surprised laughter. Toni responded by wrapping her legs around Liv from behind, holding her in place as Toni doubled down on the neck. Liv continued to laugh loudly and richly, her long blond hair tossed to and fro as she twisted in Toni’s grasp. Finally, seeing Toni’s upturned sole so close, Liv countered, scribbling acrylic nails underneath her toes. The Timeless One squealed and tried to pull away. Liv grabbed an ankle and went to town on the arch and toes, as Toni plunged her fingers into Liv’s armpits.
Shared laughter rang out in the room for the next several seconds until there was a knock at the door. “Truce truce!” Liv said. “The food’s here…”
Toni untangled herself, cheeks flushed. “I'll need to tip well. That waiter is probably very confused…”
The last time they had been together, Toni had opened up. Revealed her “origin story” so to speak, when it came to tickling. How it transformed from something that occurred spontaneously on rare occasions into active consensual play.
Now, over chicken and vegetables (Toni had opted for the salmon), Liv took her turn to share. About how she had always been highly ticklish, which made her a preferred target of family, friends, and boys. Then, as she got older and became increasingly physically fit, using her strength and stamina to turn the tables on the tickler, at least when it was someone around her own age.
“At its best it felt like a game or competing in a sport, you know? But at its worst… when you have someone who is tickling you and knows you're ticklish and won't stop… it's torture. But this is different. It feels like something new. The consent of it. The intimacy. It's something I could get used to.
“I guess for me, with something like this, context matters.”
Toni sat in silence and listened, moving only to eat another bite on occasion.
“I'm thankful you trusted me as part of this journey, Liv…” she said, before setting her plate aside. A sudden burst of movement as she turned to face away from Liv while extending her feet in her direction.
“Now then, I do believe it's my turn? Let's burn some calories…” Toni said, wiggling her toes at Liv in anticipation.
Liv, with a smirk, reached for the unused fork on her room service tray. “You asked for it…” she said.
“Asked for whaaaahahahahat OH MY GOD, what was that!?!” Toni shrieked as Liv raked the tines of the fork up her right sole with a deliberate gentle touch.
“Just some dinner leftovers…” Liv said as she dragged the fork across the other sole.
“EEEEhehehe SHIT!”
Now gently running the fork up and down the right foot, raking Toni’s well-groomed sole like a tiny zen garden.
“Yeeeeaagh!”
Toni started to retract her legs but Liv, moving quickly like she was in the midst of a mat wrestling drill, scooted her butt forward and shifted to some measure of side control as she hooked one leg across Toni’s calves to hold her in place then grabbed one ankle.
“I wonder which is worse…” Liv mused. “Fork?”
Another slow drag of the fork across the right foot, accompanied by a fresh outburst of squealing laughter.
“Or nails?” Acrylic nails scribbling in the center of the left sole.
“LIV!”
“Fork?”
A fresh shriek, louder than before.
“Or nails!”
A frantic explosion of giggly profanity.
“Or both?” Hand-eye coordination at work as she ran her nails up and down the left sole and the fork on the right in the same motion.
Toni became completely unglued.
“The treachereeehahaa!”
Said laugh-inducing “treachery” continued with the fork and acrylic nails thoroughly mapping each sensitive sole, then heading to a more ticklish climate – the toes.
“AHHHHAHA! OH GAHAHAHAHAD!”
After about ten seconds on the toes, Liv waited long enough for Toni to croak out a “Pause”, her lungs gasping for air.
Liv quickly set aside the fork and transitioned, now kneading Toni’s arches with her thumbs and fingers. The Timeless One jerked at first thinking the onslaught had resumed, then cooed and leaned into the massage. Silence ensued for the next several minutes, aside from Toni alternating between taking deep gasping breaths to recover her wind and the occasional aftermath giggle.
“Liv, darling,” Toni said after a few minutes, her composure seemingly regained.
“Yeees?” Liv continued to massage as Toni propped up on one elbow and looked back.
“Is that the best you’ve got?”
The ensuing exploration went on for several minutes – they passed quickly for Liv but with a delightful, agonizing slowness for Toni. Once she had reached her limit, Toni stumbled for the bathroom on rubber legs looking thoroughly disheveled. Her short, curly hair was mussed from thrashing on the bed and tears of laughter had washed away most of the makeup on her face. Still red-faced, Toni emerged breathing as if she had just completed a grueling 30-minute match. She had also changed shirts, the tank top she had been wearing had become rather sweaty and had been replaced by a T shirt.
“That,” Toni said, entirely using her more soft-spoken natural Australian accent, “might have been the worst tickling I have ever received.”
Liv, who had worked up a bit of a sweat herself for different reasons, sat with her back against the headboard, one leg crossed, the foot swaying in open air, twirling the fork with idle fingers: “In a good way?”
“In a very good way.”
They stayed like that for a moment, Liv spinning her wicked implement with no apparent care in the world, while also wiggling her socked toes with intent. Toni, barefoot, still breathing hard, exhilarated as she absorbed the endorphins.
The empty space between them felt charged as their eyes locked. Toni, still recovering her wind, lasted a second too long in her gaze. Liv noticed, but did not look away herself.
Toni looked away first; she turned and ducked into the closet briefly, then emerged holding a purse.
“What’s that?”
“You thought my bag of tricks was metaphorical, darling?” Toni got a running start and, with a bound, leapt forward onto the bed as Liv squeaked in surprise. She barely had time to disentangle from her seated position against the headboard as Toni grabbed an ankle with one hand and dumped the contents of the purse out with the other.
A hairbrush. A makeup brush. A comb. A feather boa.
“Pause!” Liv said.
Toni frowned but, before she could say anything, Liv leaned forward and grabbed the cuff of her sock, pulling it off of her foot in one quick motion. The other sock soon followed, hitting the near wall and landing on the floor.
“No armor this time…” Liv said.
Toni paused for a moment, then lightly gripped Liv’s bare ankles and pulled until she lay flat on the bed. Liv’s feet, tanned more deeply than Toni’s lighter skin, flexed to betray her simmering nervous system. Toes clad in black nail polish (matching the acrylics on her fingers) wiggled seemingly of their own accord as Liv leaned back, biting her lip, and waited. Toni had yet to touch her but Liv’s breathing already had increased. Still holding her ankle, near the Achilles tendon, Toni felt her pulse quicken.
“Not yet,” Toni said, her Timeless voice gone, saying “yet” more like “yit” to reveal her Aussie roots. She gave Liv a light pat on her left foot punctuated by a single fingernail dragging across the top.
“Eep!” Liv said.
“Tops are definitely sensitive,” Toni said. “But we'll get back to that.”
Toni crawled toward Liv’s head, monologuing as she did, “Now I wonder what other spots you might be hiding from me. We know about the neck and the ears, yes? How about…”
A light grip on the left wrist, bringing it towards her, Toni started tracing her nails in Liv’s upturned palm. Liv caught her breath, and Toni increased the intensity from tracing to scratching.
“Well that just feels good,” Liv said, closing her eyes. “You'll have to do better than thaHAT!”
A bark of laughter as Toni scribbled under the near armpit with one hand.
“Armpits for sure,” Toni said, her natural Aussie accent pronouncing it as “ahmpits.”
“Definitely,” Liv confirmed, her eyes back open as she heard a rustling noise. “Now whohohohoho!”
An explosion of guffaws as Toni, wielding a soft makeup brush, drew it back and forth across Liv’s exposed midsection.
“Someone has a tickly tummy,” Toni said. “Probably not smart (smaht) to wear a cropped top if that’s the case.”
As Toni spoke, she continued to brush deliberately across Liv’s stomach. She kicked her feet and started to squirm but refrained from full retreat or curling into a ball. Meanwhile the brush went back and forth. Up and down. Toni used it to trace shapes on Liv’s midriff. Inserting it into the belly button produced new sounds that perhaps only dogs could hear, followed by a squeaky “Pause!”
A smirk of triumph from Toni as Liv, still flat on her back, took a moment to regain her faculties. Her chest heaved as she took a series of deep breaths. She was sweating again, now from being the subject of Toni’s probing. Toni took a napkin from the room service tray and dabbed gently at Liv’s forehead. “Drink?”
“Not unless you want me to have to make a really embarrassing call to housekeeping.”
“I kinda do…”
Liv just smiled, still sweating, bringing her breathing back into control. A slight musky odor now filled the air on and around the bed. Liv slightly raised her head, peeked her eyes open, and, while smiling sweetly…
“More?”
Toni felt her own breathing and heart rate getting quicker as Liv dropped her head back and closed her eyes.
“Cmon… open season!” Liv said, her feet wiggling back and forth.
Toni reached and scribbled her fingers under the back of Liv’s left knee.
A hiss as Liv sharply took a breath, crinkling her mouth. “Not the worst thing ever…”
Now Toni covered one kneecap with her hand, squeezing her fingers, then moved directly above. The second produced a bark of laughter!
“Ok! Ok! When did we agree on knee squeezies???”
Toni’s turn to pause. “Knee squeezies?”
“It's what my brother used to call them,” Liv said. “He used to love doing that until I learned enough mat wrestling to get him back. Where do you think I learned how to tickle armpits so well?”
“Hmm. Good to know,” Toni said, briefly lapsing back into character, “and now the main attraction!”
Toni turned and leaned in close to Liv’s bare feet, which were quivering in anticipation.
“Ya know,” back in her natural Aussie tinged voice, “you've got nice feet all in all. You shouldn't be so afraid to show them.”
“It's more about the protection and you know that…”
“True,” Toni said, bringing her face closer, just studying them in quiet contemplation.
“I dated a foot guy once,” Liv said. “The summer after high school… It didn't last long. After like three dates he told me he wanted to kiss my feet.”
Liv made a face like she had been force fed a lemon. “I dumped him.”
“Knowing what you do now, maybe you would have liked it…” Toni said.
“Maybe not.”
"Or maybe you were simply with the wrong person," Toni said, a hint of the Timeless voice creeping back in. "Context matters, as some wise soul once said to me. And for what it's worth, I have the well-earned reputation of being an exceptional kisser. And I am already in the vicinity..."
"Nope. No thank you. Appreciate the offer. Moving on!"
Toni gasped, drawing up to her knees and holding her hand to her chest.
“Well, I never!” Her Timeless voice returned in full, laced with performative indignation. “Fine, I know what to do with these feet instead…”
“Nonono TONI hahahaha!”
Toni lay down across Liv’s ankles, propped on her elbows and began to inflict ticklish devastation upon her freshly bared feet with all 10 fingers.
Scraping up and down on soles.
Tracing shapes in arches.
Fiendish scratching under and between the toes.
All of it unraveled Liv, who became a giggling, babbling mess. Tears of laughter started to leak from eyes clenched shut.
Toni paused for a second: “You good?”
Liv, still giggling, only could nod. With a grin, Toni shifted positions. She gripped both of Liv’s big toes with one hand and began scribbling her fingers with earnest and deliberate intent on one arch, then the other. She spread her fingers as wide as she could to reach both arches at once. Meanwhile, Liv howled with laughter.
Toni paused the tickling once more and reached for the feather boa.
“Oh man…” Liv paused, breathing hard. “That tickled so much… It’s getting me–yiiiii!”
Her own train of thought was interrupted by the boa lightly scrubbing the soles of both feet.
“Ohohoh man, feather ticklish as well?!?” Liv wailed.
“Multiple feathers, at that,” Toni said, as she began to explore the full expanse of Liv’s petite feet using the boa. Each spot seemed to elicit a different response.
The arches? A steady belly laugh.
The heels? Milder chortles.
The sides of the feet? Squeals.
Sawing the feathery fabric between the toes? Frantic giggles punctuated by the occasional snort.
“Toniiii!” Liv shrieked. “Toni, PLEASE! Pleheheheha snort hehehehease!”
Observing Liv’s escalating reactions, Toni slowed her pace.
“Pauuuse!” Liv hollered.
Toni promptly removed the feather boa from between her toes and began massaging her bare foot instead.
“Hehe. Hehehe. Mmmm. Ohh,” Liv groaned. “That was a lot.”
“Too much?” Toni inquired.
“It was a lot,” Liv repeated.
“Not a no,” Toni replied.
“No,” Liv said. “No, it wasn’t.”
Liv reached up with her nearest hand. Toni started to recoil anticipating a side attack only to have Liv start rubbing her lower back with the hand.
The mutual massage persisted in silence for the next several minutes. The only sound came from gasping breaths by Liv as she worked to regain her composure. The musky swell of sweat in the room only became more prevalent.
“You had enough?” Liv finally gasped out, still breathing hard and flushed.
Toni looked up from her foot massage and met Liv’s gaze.
“My dear Liv, I believe we have only scratched the surface of what needs to be explored…”
Liv did not reply, but her free hand clenched as she grabbed a fistful of the bedspread.
The next morning...
Toni, again clad in her kimono, glided to the door of the hotel room and collected a tray containing a steaming carafe of coffee, two mugs, cream, and sugar. As she turned back to the bed, Liv emerged from the bathroom, wearing a fresh change of clothes. The cut-off graphic tee and boy shorts she had been wearing for play during the night were discarded near the foot of the bed in a heap of blankets and clothes. Liv’s socks remained where they had been tossed last evening.
Toni, holding the coffee, nearly bumped into Liv as she turned.
“Whoop!” Toni said. “Sorry…”
“Sorry,” Liv responded less than a second later, a blush returning to her cheeks.
After coffees had been doctored to everyone’s liking, both women ended up back in bed, on top of the covers this time, sitting with their backs against the headboard. Initially, they sipped in silence.
“So, last night…” Liv began.
“Positively amazing, was it not?” Toni proclaimed, her Timeless voice back with full vigor.
“We didn’t make it weird?”
“My dear friend, some of the greatest things one experiences in life would be labeled by many as weird,” Toni said. “What occurred last night was the natural extension of what we have been building the last few months.”
“I suppose.”
More sips. More silence. Toni, her bare legs extended out in front of her. Liv, shifting from her cross-legged position to swing out her own legs, lightly brushing the edge of Toni’s foot with her bare toes.
“I definitely won’t have to work out my abs today,” Liv said.
“Nor I. You are a fiendish and inventive tickler, my darling.”
“Likewise.”
“Still,” Toni took another sip, “It might behoove us to consider expanding our operations. Surely there are friends of ours who may wish to participate in our little games?”
“Surely,” Liv said with a smirk. Then, after a beat, “There’d have to be rules, of course.”
“Consent,” Toni said.
“Rotation,” Liv offered.
“And the importance of context.”
“Because context matters.”
“And now the only question that remains…” Toni said, taking a purposeful pregnant pause, “whom do we approach first?”
To Be Continued
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6: Scenes From a Hotel Room
The redoubtable visage of the Timeless Toni Storm persona had been completely undone. At the moment, she cackled, with a few whoops of laughter mixed in, as Liv Morgan leaned in from behind, fingernails scratching persistently at both of Toni's armpits.
"Do you like it?" Liv said with a teasing smile as her nails quickened the pace.
Toni's forced mirth reached a different octave before she finally burst out: "Pause!"
Liv released, flashing a grin in triumph. Reflexes kicked in and Toni rolled away, out of Liv’s reach, breathing hard.
“I’m so glad you told me about those armpits,” Liv said. “I filed that one away immediately.”
“Those nails are positively evil!” Toni said.
“What, these?” Liv extended her hands. A set of cheap black acrylic nails protruded from her 10 fingers. Not practical at all for the ring, but worth a few dollars – and the task of removing the glued-on nails before her next match – for the chance to use those artificial claws on a night both had been anticipating.
“Yes, those! You may think you have the upper hand, darling,” Toni said, “but you never know what I might pull out of my bag of tricks.”
Several weeks had passed since NerdCon: Liv teasing Toni under the table during her signing event; both tickled to hysterics in stocks for charity as part of the convention; the after care that ensued in the green room; followed by dinner and exploration in Toni’s suite that evening.
Busy schedules with wrestling events and media obligations had kept Toni and Liv apart until now. Though unable to connect physically, their virtual connection had remained almost constant. Text messages flew back and forth between them: sometimes brief, sometimes just a simple emoji. FaceTime calls occurred on occasion, usually while one or the other was stuck in the purgatory of an airport terminal waiting for a flight to the next event.
One constant, no matter the method of communication or the words or pictures within, was the steady undercurrent of joyful teasing between the two. Comments about who was more ticklish in a given spot, or insistence that each had the superior tickling skill. Toni had raised the stakes during the last FaceTime chat; she called in the middle of a pedicure at a spa and chuckled her way through as the nail tech buffed and scrubbed her soles.
Now, finally, their schedules had aligned for this one night. Nothing on the calendar for either, and roughly 18 hours of free time with both in the same city. They had leapt at the chance, booking a single hotel room. Their criteria?
Good room service.
Thick walls.
And a comfortable king bed.
“It’ll be like a slumber party!” Liv said when Toni had suggested the idea upon comparing their schedules.
The two had wasted little time upon convening at the hotel. Toni had arrived first, and was waiting barefoot in a short kimono-styled robe and simple pajama set of a tank top and shorts. Once Liv joined, after an excited hug between the two blondes, Liv had kicked off her slides and started removing layers of clothing until she was down to a cut-off T-shirt, boy shorts, and socks. Once Liv removed her hoodie, Toni immediately noticed Liv’s long, black nails. Liv, noticing that Toni noticed, wiggled her fingers ominously in her direction as she teased, “Look what I goooot!”
Toni’s eyes widened, she backpedaled as Liv advanced, teasing, and a brief tickle wrestling match had broken out on the bed, ending in victory for Liv with the Dreaded Double Armpit Attack … and securing the first “pause” of the night.
“You’re just salty because you didn’t think of acrylics yourself,” Liv said. “So, ha!”
“We’ll see who laughs the last laugh tonight, dear Liv…”
“Promises, promises. Now, what do we want to order for dinner? I’m already starving!”
"Fine. We order... and in the mean time... rotation!"
Knowing she would be next, Liv's toes curled on reflex in her socks.
As they waited for room service, Toni had Liv assume the desired position after more than a bit of stalling by the WWE star. Now, there she sat -- cross-legged, arms up, hands gripping her own forearms. The challenge? “Let’s see how long you can hold.”
Toni could have gone straight for the armpits and pondered that out loud – “what’s good for the goose…” – but instead she opted to tease.
Fingers danced lightly up and down Liv’s sides. Her shirt was a cutoff tee, so Toni made sure to explore her bare flanks with extra care. Liv twisted and giggled, but maintained the position, gripping her forearms so tightly her knuckles started to turn white.
“Such determination…” Toni mused.
Then a change in tactic: lightly tracing Liv’s inner elbow and tricep. Less giggles there, but more squirming.
“Thank you for holding them in place for me,” Toni said.
“You’re welcooohahahahahaa!”
Suddenly, a break in composure as Toni switched targets to Liv’s neck, lightly wiggling her fingers on either side. Liv brought her hands down, clutching her sides as she burst into surprised laughter. Toni responded by wrapping her legs around Liv from behind, holding her in place as Toni doubled down on the neck. Liv continued to laugh loudly and richly, her long blond hair tossed to and fro as she twisted in Toni’s grasp. Finally, seeing Toni’s upturned sole so close, Liv countered, scribbling acrylic nails underneath her toes. The Timeless One squealed and tried to pull away. Liv grabbed an ankle and went to town on the arch and toes, as Toni plunged her fingers into Liv’s armpits.
Shared laughter rang out in the room for the next several seconds until there was a knock at the door. “Truce truce!” Liv said. “The food’s here…”
Toni untangled herself, cheeks flushed. “I'll need to tip well. That waiter is probably very confused…”
The last time they had been together, Toni had opened up. Revealed her “origin story” so to speak, when it came to tickling. How it transformed from something that occurred spontaneously on rare occasions into active consensual play.
Now, over chicken and vegetables (Toni had opted for the salmon), Liv took her turn to share. About how she had always been highly ticklish, which made her a preferred target of family, friends, and boys. Then, as she got older and became increasingly physically fit, using her strength and stamina to turn the tables on the tickler, at least when it was someone around her own age.
“At its best it felt like a game or competing in a sport, you know? But at its worst… when you have someone who is tickling you and knows you're ticklish and won't stop… it's torture. But this is different. It feels like something new. The consent of it. The intimacy. It's something I could get used to.
“I guess for me, with something like this, context matters.”
Toni sat in silence and listened, moving only to eat another bite on occasion.
“I'm thankful you trusted me as part of this journey, Liv…” she said, before setting her plate aside. A sudden burst of movement as she turned to face away from Liv while extending her feet in her direction.
“Now then, I do believe it's my turn? Let's burn some calories…” Toni said, wiggling her toes at Liv in anticipation.
Liv, with a smirk, reached for the unused fork on her room service tray. “You asked for it…” she said.
“Asked for whaaaahahahahat OH MY GOD, what was that!?!” Toni shrieked as Liv raked the tines of the fork up her right sole with a deliberate gentle touch.
“Just some dinner leftovers…” Liv said as she dragged the fork across the other sole.
“EEEEhehehe SHIT!”
Now gently running the fork up and down the right foot, raking Toni’s well-groomed sole like a tiny zen garden.
“Yeeeeaagh!”
Toni started to retract her legs but Liv, moving quickly like she was in the midst of a mat wrestling drill, scooted her butt forward and shifted to some measure of side control as she hooked one leg across Toni’s calves to hold her in place then grabbed one ankle.
“I wonder which is worse…” Liv mused. “Fork?”
Another slow drag of the fork across the right foot, accompanied by a fresh outburst of squealing laughter.
“Or nails?” Acrylic nails scribbling in the center of the left sole.
“LIV!”
“Fork?”
A fresh shriek, louder than before.
“Or nails!”
A frantic explosion of giggly profanity.
“Or both?” Hand-eye coordination at work as she ran her nails up and down the left sole and the fork on the right in the same motion.
Toni became completely unglued.
“The treachereeehahaa!”
Said laugh-inducing “treachery” continued with the fork and acrylic nails thoroughly mapping each sensitive sole, then heading to a more ticklish climate – the toes.
“AHHHHAHA! OH GAHAHAHAHAD!”
After about ten seconds on the toes, Liv waited long enough for Toni to croak out a “Pause”, her lungs gasping for air.
Liv quickly set aside the fork and transitioned, now kneading Toni’s arches with her thumbs and fingers. The Timeless One jerked at first thinking the onslaught had resumed, then cooed and leaned into the massage. Silence ensued for the next several minutes, aside from Toni alternating between taking deep gasping breaths to recover her wind and the occasional aftermath giggle.
“Liv, darling,” Toni said after a few minutes, her composure seemingly regained.
“Yeees?” Liv continued to massage as Toni propped up on one elbow and looked back.
“Is that the best you’ve got?”
The ensuing exploration went on for several minutes – they passed quickly for Liv but with a delightful, agonizing slowness for Toni. Once she had reached her limit, Toni stumbled for the bathroom on rubber legs looking thoroughly disheveled. Her short, curly hair was mussed from thrashing on the bed and tears of laughter had washed away most of the makeup on her face. Still red-faced, Toni emerged breathing as if she had just completed a grueling 30-minute match. She had also changed shirts, the tank top she had been wearing had become rather sweaty and had been replaced by a T shirt.
“That,” Toni said, entirely using her more soft-spoken natural Australian accent, “might have been the worst tickling I have ever received.”
Liv, who had worked up a bit of a sweat herself for different reasons, sat with her back against the headboard, one leg crossed, the foot swaying in open air, twirling the fork with idle fingers: “In a good way?”
“In a very good way.”
They stayed like that for a moment, Liv spinning her wicked implement with no apparent care in the world, while also wiggling her socked toes with intent. Toni, barefoot, still breathing hard, exhilarated as she absorbed the endorphins.
The empty space between them felt charged as their eyes locked. Toni, still recovering her wind, lasted a second too long in her gaze. Liv noticed, but did not look away herself.
Toni looked away first; she turned and ducked into the closet briefly, then emerged holding a purse.
“What’s that?”
“You thought my bag of tricks was metaphorical, darling?” Toni got a running start and, with a bound, leapt forward onto the bed as Liv squeaked in surprise. She barely had time to disentangle from her seated position against the headboard as Toni grabbed an ankle with one hand and dumped the contents of the purse out with the other.
A hairbrush. A makeup brush. A comb. A feather boa.
“Pause!” Liv said.
Toni frowned but, before she could say anything, Liv leaned forward and grabbed the cuff of her sock, pulling it off of her foot in one quick motion. The other sock soon followed, hitting the near wall and landing on the floor.
“No armor this time…” Liv said.
Toni paused for a moment, then lightly gripped Liv’s bare ankles and pulled until she lay flat on the bed. Liv’s feet, tanned more deeply than Toni’s lighter skin, flexed to betray her simmering nervous system. Toes clad in black nail polish (matching the acrylics on her fingers) wiggled seemingly of their own accord as Liv leaned back, biting her lip, and waited. Toni had yet to touch her but Liv’s breathing already had increased. Still holding her ankle, near the Achilles tendon, Toni felt her pulse quicken.
“Not yet,” Toni said, her Timeless voice gone, saying “yet” more like “yit” to reveal her Aussie roots. She gave Liv a light pat on her left foot punctuated by a single fingernail dragging across the top.
“Eep!” Liv said.
“Tops are definitely sensitive,” Toni said. “But we'll get back to that.”
Toni crawled toward Liv’s head, monologuing as she did, “Now I wonder what other spots you might be hiding from me. We know about the neck and the ears, yes? How about…”
A light grip on the left wrist, bringing it towards her, Toni started tracing her nails in Liv’s upturned palm. Liv caught her breath, and Toni increased the intensity from tracing to scratching.
“Well that just feels good,” Liv said, closing her eyes. “You'll have to do better than thaHAT!”
A bark of laughter as Toni scribbled under the near armpit with one hand.
“Armpits for sure,” Toni said, her natural Aussie accent pronouncing it as “ahmpits.”
“Definitely,” Liv confirmed, her eyes back open as she heard a rustling noise. “Now whohohohoho!”
An explosion of guffaws as Toni, wielding a soft makeup brush, drew it back and forth across Liv’s exposed midsection.
“Someone has a tickly tummy,” Toni said. “Probably not smart (smaht) to wear a cropped top if that’s the case.”
As Toni spoke, she continued to brush deliberately across Liv’s stomach. She kicked her feet and started to squirm but refrained from full retreat or curling into a ball. Meanwhile the brush went back and forth. Up and down. Toni used it to trace shapes on Liv’s midriff. Inserting it into the belly button produced new sounds that perhaps only dogs could hear, followed by a squeaky “Pause!”
A smirk of triumph from Toni as Liv, still flat on her back, took a moment to regain her faculties. Her chest heaved as she took a series of deep breaths. She was sweating again, now from being the subject of Toni’s probing. Toni took a napkin from the room service tray and dabbed gently at Liv’s forehead. “Drink?”
“Not unless you want me to have to make a really embarrassing call to housekeeping.”
“I kinda do…”
Liv just smiled, still sweating, bringing her breathing back into control. A slight musky odor now filled the air on and around the bed. Liv slightly raised her head, peeked her eyes open, and, while smiling sweetly…
“More?”
Toni felt her own breathing and heart rate getting quicker as Liv dropped her head back and closed her eyes.
“Cmon… open season!” Liv said, her feet wiggling back and forth.
Toni reached and scribbled her fingers under the back of Liv’s left knee.
A hiss as Liv sharply took a breath, crinkling her mouth. “Not the worst thing ever…”
Now Toni covered one kneecap with her hand, squeezing her fingers, then moved directly above. The second produced a bark of laughter!
“Ok! Ok! When did we agree on knee squeezies???”
Toni’s turn to pause. “Knee squeezies?”
“It's what my brother used to call them,” Liv said. “He used to love doing that until I learned enough mat wrestling to get him back. Where do you think I learned how to tickle armpits so well?”
“Hmm. Good to know,” Toni said, briefly lapsing back into character, “and now the main attraction!”
Toni turned and leaned in close to Liv’s bare feet, which were quivering in anticipation.
“Ya know,” back in her natural Aussie tinged voice, “you've got nice feet all in all. You shouldn't be so afraid to show them.”
“It's more about the protection and you know that…”
“True,” Toni said, bringing her face closer, just studying them in quiet contemplation.
“I dated a foot guy once,” Liv said. “The summer after high school… It didn't last long. After like three dates he told me he wanted to kiss my feet.”
Liv made a face like she had been force fed a lemon. “I dumped him.”
“Knowing what you do now, maybe you would have liked it…” Toni said.
“Maybe not.”
"Or maybe you were simply with the wrong person," Toni said, a hint of the Timeless voice creeping back in. "Context matters, as some wise soul once said to me. And for what it's worth, I have the well-earned reputation of being an exceptional kisser. And I am already in the vicinity..."
"Nope. No thank you. Appreciate the offer. Moving on!"
Toni gasped, drawing up to her knees and holding her hand to her chest.
“Well, I never!” Her Timeless voice returned in full, laced with performative indignation. “Fine, I know what to do with these feet instead…”
“Nonono TONI hahahaha!”
Toni lay down across Liv’s ankles, propped on her elbows and began to inflict ticklish devastation upon her freshly bared feet with all 10 fingers.
Scraping up and down on soles.
Tracing shapes in arches.
Fiendish scratching under and between the toes.
All of it unraveled Liv, who became a giggling, babbling mess. Tears of laughter started to leak from eyes clenched shut.
Toni paused for a second: “You good?”
Liv, still giggling, only could nod. With a grin, Toni shifted positions. She gripped both of Liv’s big toes with one hand and began scribbling her fingers with earnest and deliberate intent on one arch, then the other. She spread her fingers as wide as she could to reach both arches at once. Meanwhile, Liv howled with laughter.
Toni paused the tickling once more and reached for the feather boa.
“Oh man…” Liv paused, breathing hard. “That tickled so much… It’s getting me–yiiiii!”
Her own train of thought was interrupted by the boa lightly scrubbing the soles of both feet.
“Ohohoh man, feather ticklish as well?!?” Liv wailed.
“Multiple feathers, at that,” Toni said, as she began to explore the full expanse of Liv’s petite feet using the boa. Each spot seemed to elicit a different response.
The arches? A steady belly laugh.
The heels? Milder chortles.
The sides of the feet? Squeals.
Sawing the feathery fabric between the toes? Frantic giggles punctuated by the occasional snort.
“Toniiii!” Liv shrieked. “Toni, PLEASE! Pleheheheha snort hehehehease!”
Observing Liv’s escalating reactions, Toni slowed her pace.
“Pauuuse!” Liv hollered.
Toni promptly removed the feather boa from between her toes and began massaging her bare foot instead.
“Hehe. Hehehe. Mmmm. Ohh,” Liv groaned. “That was a lot.”
“Too much?” Toni inquired.
“It was a lot,” Liv repeated.
“Not a no,” Toni replied.
“No,” Liv said. “No, it wasn’t.”
Liv reached up with her nearest hand. Toni started to recoil anticipating a side attack only to have Liv start rubbing her lower back with the hand.
The mutual massage persisted in silence for the next several minutes. The only sound came from gasping breaths by Liv as she worked to regain her composure. The musky swell of sweat in the room only became more prevalent.
“You had enough?” Liv finally gasped out, still breathing hard and flushed.
Toni looked up from her foot massage and met Liv’s gaze.
“My dear Liv, I believe we have only scratched the surface of what needs to be explored…”
Liv did not reply, but her free hand clenched as she grabbed a fistful of the bedspread.
The next morning...
Toni, again clad in her kimono, glided to the door of the hotel room and collected a tray containing a steaming carafe of coffee, two mugs, cream, and sugar. As she turned back to the bed, Liv emerged from the bathroom, wearing a fresh change of clothes. The cut-off graphic tee and boy shorts she had been wearing for play during the night were discarded near the foot of the bed in a heap of blankets and clothes. Liv’s socks remained where they had been tossed last evening.
Toni, holding the coffee, nearly bumped into Liv as she turned.
“Whoop!” Toni said. “Sorry…”
“Sorry,” Liv responded less than a second later, a blush returning to her cheeks.
After coffees had been doctored to everyone’s liking, both women ended up back in bed, on top of the covers this time, sitting with their backs against the headboard. Initially, they sipped in silence.
“So, last night…” Liv began.
“Positively amazing, was it not?” Toni proclaimed, her Timeless voice back with full vigor.
“We didn’t make it weird?”
“My dear friend, some of the greatest things one experiences in life would be labeled by many as weird,” Toni said. “What occurred last night was the natural extension of what we have been building the last few months.”
“I suppose.”
More sips. More silence. Toni, her bare legs extended out in front of her. Liv, shifting from her cross-legged position to swing out her own legs, lightly brushing the edge of Toni’s foot with her bare toes.
“I definitely won’t have to work out my abs today,” Liv said.
“Nor I. You are a fiendish and inventive tickler, my darling.”
“Likewise.”
“Still,” Toni took another sip, “It might behoove us to consider expanding our operations. Surely there are friends of ours who may wish to participate in our little games?”
“Surely,” Liv said with a smirk. Then, after a beat, “There’d have to be rules, of course.”
“Consent,” Toni said.
“Rotation,” Liv offered.
“And the importance of context.”
“Because context matters.”
“And now the only question that remains…” Toni said, taking a purposeful pregnant pause, “whom do we approach first?”
To Be Continued
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