Backstep
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When I was a Junior, I used to hang out with a particular group of friends. There was a gathering of about a dozen of us one random night in spring, and, as with many college activities, there was alcohol involved in this. Sometimes I wonder if the boldness I used to feel in college was due to how much more often my inhibitions were lowered.
Anyhow, the 'lee in this case was named Maureen. Blonde hair, average height, kind of cute-ish and 'quirky' (by which I mean a little annoying). She also had the habit of making smart-mouthed comments, but any verbal response led to 'poor me, why would you say such awful things, I'm a victim' attitude.
That night, she was being downright nasty to Julie, her former roomate her Freshman year (she was a Sophomore at this time) and Julie wasn't retaliating. I'd had enough, so I told her to leave Julie alone. She said something personal that, later on, I found had genuinely hurt my feelings. But at the time, I decided that a verbal assault wasn't going to help and went on the attack. We were sitting on the floor, so it was easy enough to get her ribs.
Most of the tickles in my life have been just several seconds long here and there, so that's what I assumed this would be. But, of course, I'm only sharing the really good ones on this forum. 🙂
One of my good friends there knew about my fetish. Normally, he was a voice of reason for me in such a situation, but I think he was getting as fed up with Maureen as I had been. So he tried to grab her arms and pull them over her head. Another female friend joined in to help, but everyone else just watched or ignored us. Interestingly, Julie never got involved.
Maureen was shrieking, fighting and cursing a blue streak. When we actually got her arms somewhat pinned, I hesitated for an instant, since she had stopped claiming she was going to kill me and instead claimed she was going to throw a rock through my windshield.
I dove in, running my hands up and down her sides, while my two accomplices tickled her ribs here and there. I wanted to get her underarms, but given the fight, there was no way it was going to happen. Maureen tried to fight back with all her strength, but her screams were pretty quickly mixed in with laughter and her lunging to bite us.
The coup de grace was when I managed somehow to get her pinned enough to give a raspberry on her bare belly. It was a struggle all the way, but she let out a scream so loud, you'd think she'd been stabbed.
She got an arm free and rolled over, clawing out of our grip. She got to her feet, her hair mussed, cheeks pink. I thought she was going to lose it, since she had fought so hard and used pretty vile language. Instead she simly punched me in the arm and sat back down and grabbed a beer without another word.
The party went on, and Maureen even kept from being too insulting the rest of the time. I apologized later and she waved it off, saying she'd get revenge later on, which she never did.
We hung out from time to time, but once my Senior year rolled around, I didn't see quite as much of her. She did mellow out a little after that day from what I could tell... I wonder if I helped?
Anyhow, the 'lee in this case was named Maureen. Blonde hair, average height, kind of cute-ish and 'quirky' (by which I mean a little annoying). She also had the habit of making smart-mouthed comments, but any verbal response led to 'poor me, why would you say such awful things, I'm a victim' attitude.
That night, she was being downright nasty to Julie, her former roomate her Freshman year (she was a Sophomore at this time) and Julie wasn't retaliating. I'd had enough, so I told her to leave Julie alone. She said something personal that, later on, I found had genuinely hurt my feelings. But at the time, I decided that a verbal assault wasn't going to help and went on the attack. We were sitting on the floor, so it was easy enough to get her ribs.
Most of the tickles in my life have been just several seconds long here and there, so that's what I assumed this would be. But, of course, I'm only sharing the really good ones on this forum. 🙂
One of my good friends there knew about my fetish. Normally, he was a voice of reason for me in such a situation, but I think he was getting as fed up with Maureen as I had been. So he tried to grab her arms and pull them over her head. Another female friend joined in to help, but everyone else just watched or ignored us. Interestingly, Julie never got involved.
Maureen was shrieking, fighting and cursing a blue streak. When we actually got her arms somewhat pinned, I hesitated for an instant, since she had stopped claiming she was going to kill me and instead claimed she was going to throw a rock through my windshield.
I dove in, running my hands up and down her sides, while my two accomplices tickled her ribs here and there. I wanted to get her underarms, but given the fight, there was no way it was going to happen. Maureen tried to fight back with all her strength, but her screams were pretty quickly mixed in with laughter and her lunging to bite us.
The coup de grace was when I managed somehow to get her pinned enough to give a raspberry on her bare belly. It was a struggle all the way, but she let out a scream so loud, you'd think she'd been stabbed.
She got an arm free and rolled over, clawing out of our grip. She got to her feet, her hair mussed, cheeks pink. I thought she was going to lose it, since she had fought so hard and used pretty vile language. Instead she simly punched me in the arm and sat back down and grabbed a beer without another word.
The party went on, and Maureen even kept from being too insulting the rest of the time. I apologized later and she waved it off, saying she'd get revenge later on, which she never did.
We hung out from time to time, but once my Senior year rolled around, I didn't see quite as much of her. She did mellow out a little after that day from what I could tell... I wonder if I helped?
