College Stories F/M

[Decypha]

Hey everyone. New guy here but a tickle lover with true stories, nonetheless. The majority of my experiences are F/M, though I do have some M/F from exes and friends. I'm the male, as it were. While I have tons of experiences of tickling while in college, I'll post one that stood out the most. Please let me know if you want me to continue in this vein.

So, I'm a freshman on campus. While in one of our introductory courses, I see a woman that takes my entire breath away. Her name is Serenity. Every guy in the class looks her way. I mean, drop-dead gorgeous, beautiful smile, wavy hair, brown eyes that whisper and glisten in the sun and a frame that could spark up conversations and give pause in the same instance. In short, she's BAD. I never felt that I'd compete due to being from out of state in college and never really being the pick of the liter in high school in my own hometown. So, I played it cool and watched her turn down every guy who asked her out. It wasn't until our professor asked us to partner up in class and she chose the names. To my honest surprise, she called my name first and then Serenity's. I tried my best to stifle any interactions to show how much I liked her, but she read me like a Dr. Seuss book. She had me figured out the moment we spoke. While I tried to discuss the assignment, she took the liberty of asking me, "How long?". I said, "excuse me?" She repeated and added more, "How long were you not going to say anything to me?" I shook my head in a bit of disbelief, but when you're cornered, the best way to come out is swinging. I replied, "Well, since the cat is out of the bag, I've been liking you since I first saw you. I just thought you were too sophisticated for me." She cut through all of that mustard by saying, "I've been waiting on you to say something because I like you too."

This could not have been any better experience to me at this point in time, but I had no idea it would get better. We made plans to meet near our dorms since they were not that far apart from each other. I walked over after calling her to meet me in the courtyard area. Still to this day, I can smell the perfume she was wearing, see the black jeans she had on that were skin-tight, see the bit of lipstick lining her lips and her smile. We hugged and talked near each other as other students and passers did whatever it was that they were doing in the background. At around the 2nd hour of being outside, she stated that she was cold. Me, being the man that I am, knowing that she liked me too, I wasted no time in pulling her close to me in an embrace as we stared into each others eyes. My arms were around her waist. Her arms went under my jersey and wrapped around my torso leaving a hand on each side of my ribs. That's when she tested the waters. She dug her pink manicured nails into my sides and I went ballistic with laughter. I had no escape being embraced by her and locked in to her hug. I couldn't break from holding her because my arms were above hers outside of my jersey. I could do nothing but laugh as she laughed at me laughing. She didn't leave an inch checked off the list when it came to my sides. I've been tickled but not like this where I couldn't break free. I stood there being her tickle toy for what felt like an eternity, but it was around 3 minutes before she stopped and let me catch my breath. And as quick witted as she was, she simply said, "ticklish?" before diving right back in for another 2 minutes. My mind was screaming but I was definitely enjoying it.

To try to combat the tickling, I leaned in, still laughing hard and tried to kiss her. She turned up the notch of tickling as she spider-walked her hands up into my armpits. I tried to hop and pull away and nothing happened. She had me right where she wanted me saying, "who told you you could kiss me?". She was definitley skilled in the art of tickling. After another 3 minutes of tickling, she relinquished control and pulled me in for a kiss. I'll never forget that night.

 

[milagros317]

Wonderful story! I envy you the experience.

 

[Cknell20]

This is great! I’d love to hear more stories you have.

 

[Decypha]

Wonderful story! I envy you the experience.

Thank you, Milagros.

 

[Decypha]

This is great! I’d love to hear more stories you have.

Thank you. I'll get started on more now.

 

[Decypha]

Part 2 of College Tickling

I don't know what it was about me and college, but this was the second woman I dated and she, like the first, was an expert-level tickler. I don't know if it was a gift or curse to run into these kinds of women, but I didn't complain.

Her name is Briana. 5"2', golden brown eyes, a smile that sets the world at ease, curvaceous in all the right places and a Southern accent that was as sweet as pie. We met on campus through the school's portal system where new Freshman got the chance to interact with other Freshman so that anyone who needed advice on class specifics or just to talk in general could. Pictures were added, so that's how I was able to see that she was very attractive. I paid no attention to my surroundings as we conversed over the chat feature and was so dead set on our conversation that I didn't see that Briana was sitting right next to me the entire time. We exchanged numbers and, like last time, I wanted to keep my cool so that I wouldn't have the look of falling all over her beauty. We chatted back in our dorm rooms that night for some time before I invited her to come out and just have a little kick it session in person so we could see how we gelled.

I had on a shirt I thought would impress her. I'll get back to that shirt later. I'm no gym rat, nor did I have the best athletic build, so I figured the clothes at least have to look presentable to woo her. Briana came in clothes that fit perfectly, as they should given her proportional frame, and a pair of sandals that reminded me of feminine gladiator sandals. We sat on a bench and chatted. She felt comfortable and I too felt comfortable in our communication. So much so, that she leaned her head upon my shoulder. She wasn't tired, but this told me that she was feeling me and the feeling was mutual.

After 30 minutes of her leaning on my shoulder as we conversed, I interjected, in a funny way, that I had something to tell her in her ear. She perked up, I leaned in as if I was going to whisper sweet nothings into her ear and I stretched out and laid my head upon her lap kicking my feet off to the other side of the bench. She said, "Oh, so this was your plan? Oh, ok...". I didn't like the sound of that, but it seems a challenge was set whether or not I chose to partake in it. So, you know me, I'm not one to run from a challenge. So, I roll over a bit and look at her sandals. I say, jokingly of course, "Have you ever been to Rome?". She replied, "Um, why do you ask, sir?". I state, "Well, you either fought Gladiators, or you're trying to become one." She didn't take to kindly to that and told me that there was a hole in the back of my shirt. Which there was, but I hadn't seen it nor noticed it when I put the shirt on. There was indeed a small hole. But, before I could joke back that her red toenail polish would've blinded the other Gladiators so that she could've won her battle, she wiggled her index finger into the hole in my shirt and it was at this time that I found out my back was beyond ticklish.

I instantly started to laugh as she held me down. I had no leverage. If I tried to roll off of her I'd spill over onto the concrete and yet I couldn't just raise up because my legs weren't upon solid ground to give me the advantage to do so. I had no choice but to squirm and try to break free. I laughed like a maddening hyena. I'm talking pure, high-end cackling. Eyes closed, shoulders hunched up, trying my best to roll onto my back to get a break....nothing. She didn't make it any better saying, "Oh, this ain't Rome, but I'm winning this battle. I wouldn't move if I was you. You don't want this hole to get any bigger, giggles.". Yeah, she called me giggles and all I could do was...giggle, laugh and cackle depending on where ever her finger landed on my back. Even more crazy were regular college students walking by watching all of this laughing at me and/or laughing with her since she was indeed winning. She finally let up after what felt like 5 minutes. "Giggles, don't you ever roast my sandals again, you hear me?", she said. At this point, I'm clearly out of breathe and can't speak, but I finally gave the head nod of approval and a salute. She took control of the entire situation. She put her hands up like she was about to tickle me but didn't. She explained, "These hands are deadly weapons. You have a weakness that I will exploit at any time. Watch your jokes and watch your tone. Even if you don't, I'll tickle you just for the hell of it.". I asked, as the initial fear of attempting to tickle her didn't seem right at the very moment, "Are you ticklish?". Her reply was, "You wouldn't be able to find out if you wanted to.". I knew that was a direct threat. I didn't care. I lifted my hands to attempt on her sides. No reaction from her. She looked down upon me like I was food to an Eagle. Due to the fact that I attempted to tickle her, with my head upon her lap, my hands were in weird angles and she stretched my left arm back above my head and dug her fingers into my ribs. I just remember my body convulsing with every rib played upon. I tried my best to hold back my deep, guttural laughter, but it came spilling out like cascading water from a damn. "I warned you. You heard me and you still don't think that fat meat is greasy, do you?", is what I heard her say. Listen, I'm ticklish, but I had no idea that stretched ribs, with no protection from my right arm being snug into her waist, could increase ticklishness by 90%. My HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA's were not exaggerated onomatopoeia. It's at the point of my eyes watering and shut, my throat starting to need water and her laughing in such sweet giggles at the torture she'd put me through. 2 minutes. That's all it was. 2 measly minutes and she broke me. I laid on her lap in the puddle that she reduced me to. When I finally caught my breath, I told her that she won. I explained that I had no war left within me, that it was unfair that she wasn't ticklish and that I'd crack jokes from a distance from here on out.

I then asked did she have a little brother or sister she gained her skills tickling that gave her the reflexes of a squirrel and strategy of an Army General to know where to attack? She cracked up laughing and said, "Ex boyfriends. All of them were my prey. Especially the last one. I tickled him down to the ground and broke him. So much so that he had to call my mother to try to get me to stop.". In my mind, I didn't care. Not that I would want to have to call her mom to stop her, I loved her confidence and I didn't mind becoming one in the line of many she'd tortured.

Briana tickled me often from that point forward. Sneaking me while we walked hand and hand, or when she snuck tickles with her arm around my side, when we hugged, during dates on small picnics, when we'd sit at restaurants and she'd sit next to me always with me being against the wall so she could pin me. So many waitresses found it so funny to see her reduce me to a giggling mess when I tried to order or upon their rounds of coming back to ask us about our dining experience. It's very safe to say, she was indeed a tickler.

2nd time Briana tickled me through and through:

Briana wanted me to meet her parents. So, during Spring Break, her mother and father drove down to collect us both off of campus. I'm always great with parents, but sometimes--a lot of times--fathers are hit or miss when it comes to dating their daughters and I can understand why, but I was always myself and that's what won me over. We slept in different rooms. She had her childhood room, which was full of 90's R&B groups and singer's posters and I had so many jokes and kept them rolling through which caused her mother to laugh and even got some chuckles out of her father. She gave me the eye and I knew exactly what that meant, but I wasn't scared. She didn't get me that day nor that night as we watched movies in the front room with her family after eating a very soulful Soul Food spread. As the night progressed, we all went to our separate rooms. I was up at 7AM, so used to being up at that time for class, so my body was stuck in that habit. Briana knocked on the door and opened it. I faked sleep. She entered the room but left the door cracked, which was an ask of her parents to make sure nothing "major" was going on. I'm sleep on my right side facing away from the door. She comes up on the bed and spoons right behind me. She asks me am I sleep to which I don't respond trying to play the game. She pinches my nose closed forcing me to breath through my mouth and says, "Yeah, you're up.". I still didn't move though. She said, "Remember yesterday, Mr. comedian?". I know what's next, so I pull my arms into my ribs slowly trying to not make it look like I'm awake. She must have seen me do this and she does something I never expected. She puts her feet up to mine and wiggles her big toes into the middle of both of my feet and I scrunch up with laughter trying to get away but she's following my ever foot/leg movement like a hawk. She then puts me in a bear hug so that I can't move and have to sit there and take it. "Come on Mr. comedian. Bring the jokes. What's the matter? Can't stop laughing? Ohhh.....now it's not so funny when you do all the laughing, huh?". I heard her mother say, "She's done it again.". Her father said nothing. A few seconds later, I heard him laughing. Like as mad a laugh as I had going on. Briana said, and this can't be lightly stated, "I get it from my momma.". In that instant, I understood. Ticklers are created. Though she herself wasn't ticklish, she saw her mother and father go through tickle fights and clearly her mother was the winner and Briana took after her with more of an advantage from not being ticklish.

After giving my feet the literal blues, she dug into my stomach, which made me cackle and move my arms from my ribs to protect my stomach and she pounced on my ribs and I couldn't get my arms down fast enough within this hug and I laid there with my laughter bouncing off of the walls in that room. 6 minutes later, she left me in the fetal position, threw some towels at me and told me it was my turn to shower. I was a sweaty mess.

 

[milagros317]

Great story!
In an ideal fantasy world, her mother would have joined her in tickling you to oblivion.

 

[Decypha]

Great story!
In an ideal fantasy world, her mother would have joined her in tickling you to oblivion.

Had that taken place, I don't think I would've survived to tell this tale. However, I'm with you as it relates to that fantasy.

 

[magic fingers]

Love your stories Dude. Big F/M fan

 

[Decypha]

Love your stories Dude. Big F/M fan

Thank you, magic fingers. I'll keep these going.

 

[Decypha]

3rd College story. This one involves FF/M tickling. Here it goes....

This happened my sophomore year in college. Spring semester. I had started to dabble in writing poetry on campus because there was an open mic session every Wednesday in the Student Union building. This was around the time the TV show Def Poetry Jam was becoming popular on HBO. I've written poetry before, but never performed it anywhere even remotely close to a stage due to a bit of social shyness. Nevertheless, I put my foot forward and went to the event. I figured if I'd ever wanted to get over that fear, that an open mic spoken word session would suffice. I braved it. And I'm glad I did. After reading my poem, I noticed that I had the eyes of some of the women in the room. Again, I'm no "looker", no body builder and no athlete, so I never found myself being the "it" person. Yet, here I was. I'll admit that since I wasn't used to this kind of reaction, it took me by surprise.

Here enters two girls that wanted to introduce themselves after the poetry session. Serena and Jackie. Both were sophomores, born and raised in the South, room mates and are (still) outstanding spoken word poets. We're all still friends till this day. Over the course of 2 months, we'd all started writing deeper and more meaningful poems that started to catch the eyes of senior poets who'd come to campus to perform their own spoken word pieces that typically shutdown the house, if you will. No one wanted to go behind them, so they literally all went after each other towards the end. This was around the time that Serena started to feel me and started to make it be known. I guess my mind was what was attractive to her because she was WWAAAAYYY out of my league and so was Jackie. I'd never put it in my mind to talk to either of them, like ever and not at all. I also was attracted to her but I kept my cool only because I didn't know if Serena was out to play me. I mean, beautiful women can have their pick of the entire field. Both of these ladies had BODIES that the entire campus of men would break their necks to see. And with both being old High School Track & Field runners, the curves were curving. Their faces were even more drop-dead gorgeous. What would Serena want with a guy like me? So, I felt I should at least see where this "infatuation" would end up.

Serena invited me to her dorm. And she didn't have to ask me twice. I showed up at dusk and we chilled and talked. Later, she invited me to kick it on her bed and we slightly cuddled, trying to watch TV and partial hold each other. I'll add that Jackie was in her bed as well in the dorm room down the hall. I didn't know what to expect, but of course my mind jumped to 2-girls-1-guy mode; something I've only heard happens on college campuses but something I thought would never happen to me. As I was thinking that, Serena undid her bra in a matter of seconds and let the girls out underneath her t-shirt. My excitement didn't take long but I still wanted to play it cool because I didn't know where any of this was going and I didn't have a condom. Little did I know that this was going to be a "testing" of foreplay and it would go no further. Which I'm happy about in the long run. Serena pulled me closer and wanted me to massage her breasts. She grabbed my hands and pulled me on top of her. Staring into my eyes, she took her t-shirt off and my eyes couldn't get any bigger. She saw and felt my excitement and took my hands and guided them into cupping under her breasts, bringing my cupped hands up and around the sides and back down, over and over. I did this to her pleasure as her eyes closed and her mouth opened with breath escaping in the sounds of "ooohs" and "aaahs". After a minute of this, I took control and used my thumbs to flick at her nipples. Her convulsions were telling me that she definitely enjoyed it. I then took my mouth and placed it around one nipple, tongue bathing it slowly in circles while using my lefthand's thumb to mirror my tongue on the other breast. I know she was getting as excited as I was. But I didn't expect her to forcefully throw me down on the bed, mount me and do the same to my chest. Tweaking my nipples with her thumbs to where my eyes closed and I was convulsing slightly. She started to grind on me from feeling me do what came naturally while she was on top of me. 2 minutes in and I was ready for whatever. Totally forgot to keep it cool and to let her know that I didn't have a condom but as I was about to mention that, she slid her hands away from my nipples and glided her fingertips off to the sides of my chest right where the chest meets the underarms. She felt me jump. I opened my eyes to see her smiling down upon me. She did it again and I jumped again. She didn't have to ask, "Are you're ticklish?" She found out by her version of foreplay. My idiotic self, stupidly, said "Serena, umm...that tickles." By Grayskull, Jackie heard it from down the hall and said "ticklish?"

In my mind, I thought this was a one-person's deal and that it'll had just been Serena and I in the room with possibly Jackie being sleep in hers. Nope! Wrong! Serena kept the tips of her nails on my body in distraction mode. Fingertips and nail tips going up and down my sides, sliding over my nipples, reaching just outside of my underarms and sliding over my twitching belly. This wasn't enough to make me spill over into laughter, but this WAS her figuring out spots to make kill zones. And make kill zones she did. I didn't hear or see Jackie come in the room. But, Serena motioned for her to hop on the bed non-verbally. I felt another body mount my legs. It was at this point, that I knew hell was about to start. Serena attacked my belly and Jackie went to town on my feet. I've had my felt tickled once as a kid, so I knew that they were indeed ticklish. But, I had no idea that it was worse as an adult. Adding in the tickling to my stomach that I also didn't see coming and wasn't prepared for so I had no defense, I was out of breath in 5 seconds flat laughing.

And I'm talking about I was laughing so hard and so loud that I went silent at around the 10th second and had to pull breath into my body through osmosis per the air molecules around my skin cause I didn't have it in me to pull it through my lungs. Between Jackie using all of her fingers on my feet sliding them up one at a time like she was typing each key in order on a keyboard, hitting the center of my feet and then attacking the toes while alternating between the two and Serena now having her hands underneath my armpits, I was a twitching mess. My strength was gone after a minute in. I couldn't fight them off anyway because I didn't want the look of me pitching a tent in my pants to be seen for fear of embarassment, so I had no choice but to sit there and take it. These ladies went to town. I thought Jackie would stay at my feet, but she found another spot. She simply went under my knee caps spider-tickling both areas and I had no idea I was even ticklish there and almost bucked both ladies off of me from my body trying to get away. Serena didn't make it any better when she attacked my hip area. I'm flailing on the bed laughing like a pack of hyenas. I'm trying to use my arms to move Serena's arms and I'm trying to straighten my legs to keep Jackies fingers from exposing my weakness there but I'm failing at both. Serena sees that my silent laughter has come back and she taps Jackie who stops her assault. I'm sitting there with the few giggles that were left and my lungs screaming for air. Jackie leaves the room saying how fun that was for her. Serena leans in and kisses me. She doesn't say anything else. She lays on top of me, puts her head on my neck, playfully bites my ear and holds it between her teeth lightly with a little growl. Then goes to work tickling my sides for 10 seconds before we both just laid there.

After we've both caught our breath, she says, "That was just part 1. I just wanted to feel you out. There's more to come."

I understood and other days magic did happen in that dorm. Without Jackie being the 3rd wheel and second tickler. Oh, these two had their way with me with an additional woman added to the mix. I'll tell that story next.

 

[milagros317]

3rd College story. This one involves FF/M tickling. Here it goes....

Wonderful story! What a fabulous experience. Looking forward to:

Oh, these two had their way with me with an additional woman added to the mix. I'll tell that story next.

 

[Hiphophooray]

Good grief these stories are freakin great!

 

[LionKing08]

Part 2 of College Tickling

I don't know what it was about me and college, but this was the second woman I dated and she, like the first, was an expert-level tickler. I don't know if it was a gift or curse to run into these kinds of women, but I didn't complain.

Her name is Briana. 5"2', golden brown eyes, a smile that sets the world at ease, curvaceous in all the right places and a Southern accent that was as sweet as pie. We met on campus through the school's portal system where new Freshman got the chance to interact with other Freshman so that anyone who needed advice on class specifics or just to talk in general could. Pictures were added, so that's how I was able to see that she was very attractive. I paid no attention to my surroundings as we conversed over the chat feature and was so dead set on our conversation that I didn't see that Briana was sitting right next to me the entire time. We exchanged numbers and, like last time, I wanted to keep my cool so that I wouldn't have the look of falling all over her beauty. We chatted back in our dorm rooms that night for some time before I invited her to come out and just have a little kick it session in person so we could see how we gelled.

I had on a shirt I thought would impress her. I'll get back to that shirt later. I'm no gym rat, nor did I have the best athletic build, so I figured the clothes at least have to look presentable to woo her. Briana came in clothes that fit perfectly, as they should given her proportional frame, and a pair of sandals that reminded me of feminine gladiator sandals. We sat on a bench and chatted. She felt comfortable and I too felt comfortable in our communication. So much so, that she leaned her head upon my shoulder. She wasn't tired, but this told me that she was feeling me and the feeling was mutual.

After 30 minutes of her leaning on my shoulder as we conversed, I interjected, in a funny way, that I had something to tell her in her ear. She perked up, I leaned in as if I was going to whisper sweet nothings into her ear and I stretched out and laid my head upon her lap kicking my feet off to the other side of the bench. She said, "Oh, so this was your plan? Oh, ok...". I didn't like the sound of that, but it seems a challenge was set whether or not I chose to partake in it. So, you know me, I'm not one to run from a challenge. So, I roll over a bit and look at her sandals. I say, jokingly of course, "Have you ever been to Rome?". She replied, "Um, why do you ask, sir?". I state, "Well, you either fought Gladiators, or you're trying to become one." She didn't take to kindly to that and told me that there was a hole in the back of my shirt. Which there was, but I hadn't seen it nor noticed it when I put the shirt on. There was indeed a small hole. But, before I could joke back that her red toenail polish would've blinded the other Gladiators so that she could've won her battle, she wiggled her index finger into the hole in my shirt and it was at this time that I found out my back was beyond ticklish.

I instantly started to laugh as she held me down. I had no leverage. If I tried to roll off of her I'd spill over onto the concrete and yet I couldn't just raise up because my legs weren't upon solid ground to give me the advantage to do so. I had no choice but to squirm and try to break free. I laughed like a maddening hyena. I'm talking pure, high-end cackling. Eyes closed, shoulders hunched up, trying my best to roll onto my back to get a break....nothing. She didn't make it any better saying, "Oh, this ain't Rome, but I'm winning this battle. I wouldn't move if I was you. You don't want this hole to get any bigger, giggles.". Yeah, she called me giggles and all I could do was...giggle, laugh and cackle depending on where ever her finger landed on my back. Even more crazy were regular college students walking by watching all of this laughing at me and/or laughing with her since she was indeed winning. She finally let up after what felt like 5 minutes. "Giggles, don't you ever roast my sandals again, you hear me?", she said. At this point, I'm clearly out of breathe and can't speak, but I finally gave the head nod of approval and a salute. She took control of the entire situation. She put her hands up like she was about to tickle me but didn't. She explained, "These hands are deadly weapons. You have a weakness that I will exploit at any time. Watch your jokes and watch your tone. Even if you don't, I'll tickle you just for the hell of it.". I asked, as the initial fear of attempting to tickle her didn't seem right at the very moment, "Are you ticklish?". Her reply was, "You wouldn't be able to find out if you wanted to.". I knew that was a direct threat. I didn't care. I lifted my hands to attempt on her sides. No reaction from her. She looked down upon me like I was food to an Eagle. Due to the fact that I attempted to tickle her, with my head upon her lap, my hands were in weird angles and she stretched my left arm back above my head and dug her fingers into my ribs. I just remember my body convulsing with every rib played upon. I tried my best to hold back my deep, guttural laughter, but it came spilling out like cascading water from a damn. "I warned you. You heard me and you still don't think that fat meat is greasy, do you?", is what I heard her say. Listen, I'm ticklish, but I had no idea that stretched ribs, with no protection from my right arm being snug into her waist, could increase ticklishness by 90%. My HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA's were not exaggerated onomatopoeia. It's at the point of my eyes watering and shut, my throat starting to need water and her laughing in such sweet giggles at the torture she'd put me through. 2 minutes. That's all it was. 2 measly minutes and she broke me. I laid on her lap in the puddle that she reduced me to. When I finally caught my breath, I told her that she won. I explained that I had no war left within me, that it was unfair that she wasn't ticklish and that I'd crack jokes from a distance from here on out.

I then asked did she have a little brother or sister she gained her skills tickling that gave her the reflexes of a squirrel and strategy of an Army General to know where to attack? She cracked up laughing and said, "Ex boyfriends. All of them were my prey. Especially the last one. I tickled him down to the ground and broke him. So much so that he had to call my mother to try to get me to stop.". In my mind, I didn't care. Not that I would want to have to call her mom to stop her, I loved her confidence and I didn't mind becoming one in the line of many she'd tortured.

Briana tickled me often from that point forward. Sneaking me while we walked hand and hand, or when she snuck tickles with her arm around my side, when we hugged, during dates on small picnics, when we'd sit at restaurants and she'd sit next to me always with me being against the wall so she could pin me. So many waitresses found it so funny to see her reduce me to a giggling mess when I tried to order or upon their rounds of coming back to ask us about our dining experience. It's very safe to say, she was indeed a tickler.

2nd time Briana tickled me through and through:

Briana wanted me to meet her parents. So, during Spring Break, her mother and father drove down to collect us both off of campus. I'm always great with parents, but sometimes--a lot of times--fathers are hit or miss when it comes to dating their daughters and I can understand why, but I was always myself and that's what won me over. We slept in different rooms. She had her childhood room, which was full of 90's R&B groups and singer's posters and I had so many jokes and kept them rolling through which caused her mother to laugh and even got some chuckles out of her father. She gave me the eye and I knew exactly what that meant, but I wasn't scared. She didn't get me that day nor that night as we watched movies in the front room with her family after eating a very soulful Soul Food spread. As the night progressed, we all went to our separate rooms. I was up at 7AM, so used to being up at that time for class, so my body was stuck in that habit. Briana knocked on the door and opened it. I faked sleep. She entered the room but left the door cracked, which was an ask of her parents to make sure nothing "major" was going on. I'm sleep on my right side facing away from the door. She comes up on the bed and spoons right behind me. She asks me am I sleep to which I don't respond trying to play the game. She pinches my nose closed forcing me to breath through my mouth and says, "Yeah, you're up.". I still didn't move though. She said, "Remember yesterday, Mr. comedian?". I know what's next, so I pull my arms into my ribs slowly trying to not make it look like I'm awake. She must have seen me do this and she does something I never expected. She puts her feet up to mine and wiggles her big toes into the middle of both of my feet and I scrunch up with laughter trying to get away but she's following my ever foot/leg movement like a hawk. She then puts me in a bear hug so that I can't move and have to sit there and take it. "Come on Mr. comedian. Bring the jokes. What's the matter? Can't stop laughing? Ohhh.....now it's not so funny when you do all the laughing, huh?". I heard her mother say, "She's done it again.". Her father said nothing. A few seconds later, I heard him laughing. Like as mad a laugh as I had going on. Briana said, and this can't be lightly stated, "I get it from my momma.". In that instant, I understood. Ticklers are created. Though she herself wasn't ticklish, she saw her mother and father go through tickle fights and clearly her mother was the winner and Briana took after her with more of an advantage from not being ticklish.

After giving my feet the literal blues, she dug into my stomach, which made me cackle and move my arms from my ribs to protect my stomach and she pounced on my ribs and I couldn't get my arms down fast enough within this hug and I laid there with my laughter bouncing off of the walls in that room. 6 minutes later, she left me in the fetal position, threw some towels at me and told me it was my turn to shower. I was a sweaty mess.

Great story too bad this girl and her mother didn’t take him into the bedroom and tied you to the bed post and both of them work you over from from your head to your bare feet and driven you completely out of your mind as apparently her mother was a master tickler. That’s what she learned it from and the two of them you would’ve drove you completely mad But in a great way lol

 

[Decypha]

Wonderful story! What a fabulous experience. Looking forward to:

Ask and you shall receive, milagros.

 

[Decypha]

Good grief these stories are freakin great!

Thank you, Hiphophooray. It feels good reliving them in my mind. Glad they are great stories to be read.

 

[Decypha]

Great story too bad this girl and her mother didn’t take him into the bedroom and tied you to the bed post and both of them work you over from from your head to your bare feet and driven you completely out of your mind as apparently her mother was a master tickler. That’s what she learned it from and the two of them you would’ve drove you completely mad But in a great way lol

LionKing, I probably wouldn't be alive to type these stories if her and her mother "tickled me down" as my ex used to say. Two serial ticklers with decades of experience between the two? No, I would've met my maker that day lol.

 

[Decypha]

Milagros, this one's for you. This is in continuation of Serena and Jackie as the FFF/M - slight F/F - into F/M story. Hopefully this one is as great as the last.

Each year during Spring Semester, there was a crawfish boil done on campus for all of the students. This was typically a week before we took our finals and prepared to go home for the Summer. This was my second time going and I went alone due to a ton of my classmates and college friends heading home due to living closer to campus than I did since I was from out of state. No biggie, I thought. I'll make the best of the situation. Foreshadowing, the situation made the best of me.

As I ate my last platter of crawfish, potatoes and corn, I searched for something to drink to wash it all down. 2 Cokes later and I'm burping up almost all of the seasoning of the food. It truly was so good. I see a couple of classmates and make small talk as this event is very lively and crowds of people are forming and moving all around organically. Enter Serena and Jackie. Not only does Jackie literally bump into me, she pokes my rib which almost made me laugh out loud but it did make me turn around fast and in protection mode. Serena giggled and so did her friend. Imagine the look on my face when I see another woman that was equally as stunning and beautiful as these two women I already knew. Pretty women definitely move in packs. It must be a law to them. Serena starts the conversation. "This is Veronica. Veronica, this is my old date that I was telling you about." Commercial break: Serena and I didn't breakup because we technically weren't "together", we just had experiences with each other that two consenting adults would and I didn't mind being in that position than to have tied the proverbial knot of girlfriend/boyfriend. Back to our scheduled program.

Veronica was my height. I'm no football or basketball player, so 5'8" to me is below male's average height, but it is beyond average for women. Serena was about 5'5" and Jackie was 5'4". Veronica kept catching my eye. I'd look up from looking out in the distance as we all walked and talked and she'd be staring straight at me. I figured out why. As I played the game of peek-a-boo, by feigning like I don't see her and covering my eyes, she kept inching closer to me like a game of ninja cat, until she was right next to me. She reached out and tickled my stomach and sides with what seemed like the speed of a cheetah and I went straight into laughter and backed up from her attack. I looked around for Serena and Jackie to see if this was going to be another assault but both were going to grab food. Veronica snuck back up to me and tickled my sides from behind. I arched back and pumped my legs as hard into the grass as I could to escape. After giggling like a grammar school kid in this game of cat and mouse, it dawned on me that Serena told Veronica how ticklish I was and she had begun to test that information out. It seems that women finding out that a man is ticklish is literally their catnip. I didn't mind, being tickled by beautiful women never hurt me.

As we sat and talked, the ladies ate, we tried calling out songs we knew while singing them off key. It was a time that we definitely had and enjoyed. The next ask was Serena saying let's meet back at her place and get out of the sun into the AC where we all could wind down. Considering that Serena and I had not done anything to each other's bodies in over a month, I knew this wasn't "that" kind of invitation. So, I just envisioned us literally kicking back and relaxing by the actual definition of the words used. I could not have been more wrong.

As we get into Serena and Jackie's dorm room, we all head into Serena's room to watch TV. Why not? Her TV was the biggest and had a sharper image while Jackie's, though smaller, wasn't watched as much since Jackie preferred reading and poetry writing over TV from time to time. All 3 girls excused themselves to the bathroom one after the other. Letting the ladies go first was my mistake. Though I didn't take long, because men pee at the speed of light, it was just enough time for Serena to have set up an adventure that I had no idea I would partake in.

I get back to the bed that Serena is sitting on while Jackie and Veronica are kicked back on the two-seater couch in her room. Serena coaxed me into wanting a massage. Who am I to deny a massage? I stretched out and laid on my stomach. Serena mounted me and begin to really massage the entire stress of the day off of my shoulders and back. She did so without hitting any of her kill zones that she knew about from her exploration of me. She did it so well, that I really thought I'd just be receiving a massage. Jackie and Veronica were paying so much attention to the TV show that they'd chosen, so I thought this was just a massage. Serena asked me to flip over. She begin massaging my legs. She moved up to my stomach and just rubbed her hands in circular motions, which surprisingly felt good. She reached my chest and just did slight chops as if she was a natural-born Swedish massage expert. This further coaxed me into thinking that nothing was happening but this massage at this moment. She then asked me to pull my arms above my head. She massaged each arm and laid them back above my head. Upon the last arm, she pulled both of my arms together with one hand and held my arms down by the elbows over the side of the bed so that I was locked into position. She shouted, "Ladies, it's time!"

Jackie and Veronica jumped off of the couch in a flash and jumped on top of me. Jackie mounted my chest and Veronica mounted my legs. Both facing me while 4 hands began to tickle my underarms and ribs. The absolute overload of ticklishness forced laughter out of me in such a high pitch that I'm sure these ladies thought I was The Joker. I bucked over and over again but these ladies were clearly trained by a mechanical bull. They didn't miss an inch of my underarms, ribs or stomach during all of my attempts to thwart them. I twisted and contorted like a snake trying to scratch an itch. These ladies were locked in and tickling me like I owed them money. No breaks and no mercy. I was tickled for 7 straight minutes before Serena asked the ladies to give me a break. I needed that break. My lungs were on fire and I'd lost all of my energy. My voice hadn't cracked that much since I had hit puberty. I'm tuckered. Like, I had no energy in reserves to do nothing else but roll over unto my stomach and lay there. I was toward the foot of the bed. All 3 ladies were on the bed. I asked Veronica was she ticklish and I told her that I wasn't going to try anything as she gave me a strange look. She said absolutely not. Her feet were inches from me. Serena jumped on her legs and while crawling over her to get to where she wanted to be on the bed, she tickled her foot. Veronica cracked up and shook her foot and we both found out that she was a liar lol. Veronica looked at me as if I did it and Serena asked, "Why would you do that to her when you just said you wouldn't. Veronica wasted no time tickling me stupid again after hoping on my back and attacking my sides. She kept saying, "Is this fair? You know you're more ticklish than me. Why'd you do this?" I was losing my mind and breath laughing. Each time I tried to answer her questions, my laughter took over. After teaching me a lesson that should've gone to Serena, Veronica stopped and scooted back down to the head of the bed with the other ladies. All 3 were sock-less saying that they wanted to warm their feet underneath me. I was in no way going to even joke about them putting their piggies under the blanket and force another round of tickle torture upon myself, so I obliged. 10 red toes, 10 green toes and 10 french tipped toes found their way under me. 10 underneath my stomach, 10 underneath my chest and 10 near my upper chest and underarm area. Serena, the head ticklish mistress herself, slid her foot directly into my armpit. She wiggled her big toe into it and my body shutdown with laughter. How could it be that her big toe tickled me worse than 5 fingers ever could there? Or it could just be that I became more ticklish from back to back tickle assaults. Similar to how a muscles grows stronger after consistent workouts. Serena did it again. I broke down laughing again but didn't move. Jackie wiggled her toes that were under my stomach and again, I'm laughing till the cows came home. Veronica put both big toes on my ribs and went to town. It was never together. They took turns in some kind of odd number scheme fashion. I know what you're thinking, why wouldn't you just roll over and be free? I couldn't move. It took everything in me to just laugh as that was the only energy I had left. After 5 more rounds of each woman's toes tickling spots, Serena dipped her toes into my underarm one last time because both Jackie and Veronica really wanted their toes to be warmed up now. I laid there like a loyal dog over their feet broken down like a person from anime when over-tickled. I literally had the feeling of taking a nap. I looked over and these 3 ladies had already started into their own nap. I did the same, as it was all I could do at that point.

Throughout college, these 3 ladies tickled me almost daily and often when catching me on campus, in Serena's dorm room and the poetry meetings. Both Serena and Jackie are married. I'm more than sure their husbands have been put through the wringer if they are ticklish. Veronica is single, but hasn't lost step being beautiful. While on campus and for the next two years, there were more women who created more F/M tickle stories out of me. Until I type again, gentlemen.

 

[milagros317]

Wonderful story! Makes me wish I had known women like those three when I was in college long, long ago (1968-1972).

 

[footfan69]

OMG, Decypha! These stories are fantastic! You have a way with words, so much so that the action reads like it happened yesterday. Well done, and we’ll be ready to read any others when you post them!

 

[Decypha]

Wonderful story! Makes me wish I had known women like those three when I was in college long, long ago (1968-1972).

I'm more than sure you know women such as these. I think it was just these 3 women who were so in sync because Serena got her way with making more diabolical ticklers out of the other 2. Women always do things in groups, especially those that are playful and that seems to be very well done in a college setting.

 

[Decypha]

OMG, Decypha! These stories are fantastic! You have a way with words, so much so that the action reads like it happened yesterday. Well done, and we’ll be ready to read any others when you post them!

Thank you very much. I truly appreciate your compliment. These stories spill out of me in this way because they are like pages in books that I've stored over time.

 

[Decypha]

Another College story involving F/M tickling.

So, this story brings up another great friend of mine who tickled me often in college. We met on the same platform as with my ex Briana. I was a sophomore and would converse on the platform for incoming freshman to campus. Letting them know about the different buildings they'd have to attend and how far of a walk or drive it would be for them, etc. Just being a great host to the myriad of questions freshmen basically had. I received a personal chime from an existing freshman by the name of Alexa. She stated that she'd like to meet up on campus when she had time outside of her courses. We meet in the Student Union and instantly became the greatest of friends. She met me with her friend Jamie. This was the forming of a great trio friendship. I didn't know at the time, but Jamie did, that Alexa had a crush on me. Given her actions towards me, it became evident though I treated her like a friend and didn't truly have any direct attraction to her. Don't get me wrong, she was stunning, we had great conversation and I'd always compliment her nail polish because she had vivid colors that pulled you into her hands. While we were at a small party thrown on campus, Alexa kept hip-checking me. And what this meant was she kept bumping into me with her hips hitting mine. Sometimes to the beat of the music and sometimes not. Clearly this was a sign of her attraction, but I didn't mirror it and when we had time to talk alone, I told her that I valued her friendship more than to force a relationship that wouldn't work and she understood.

Well, on another day with us meeting in the Student Union, Alexa found out my little secret. We ate and while eating I was transfixed on a new video that came on MTV. It was some new R&B song that was very popular back in 2002. Alexa was reading a magazine that was full of the "how women can do this to men to make better relationship" material per the front cover's "turn to this page to read about it" picture. I took the magazine from her and turned away from her playfully saying "Oh, so this is how you plan on getting a man, Alexa? Reading about what some women may or may not do? Yep, that'll win them over." She tried reaching for the magazine in so many attempts but kept failing as I was always a step ahead of her reaching. I balled myself up into a ball to stop her from ripping her own magazine in her desperate tries. That was when she tickled my ribs to the tune of a great piano player creating a symphony out of hitting 10 keys per second. It may have been the way that my ribs opened up. It may have been that my ribs were there for the taking when I was hunched over. But, whatever it was, the way her nails met my ribs took me completely out of my body. I don't believe that I've ever had such an initial onset of ticklishness than that. I belted out laughter like a child. Mouth wide open, head back, eyes close with the sensation of tickles ravaging my soul. I tried my best not to laugh loud, but the initial laughter probably caused attention to me and I tried my best to hold in the rest, but Alexa found the weakness within me and played on it for 5 more seconds before I forcefully handed her the magazine again.

Of course, I was met with the "Ohhhhh........well, look at what we have here. Someone's SSSuUUUpppPPPeeRR ticklish. I'm adding that to my mental rolodex." And so she did. That 5 seconds, to me, felt like 10 minutes. I've met some really great ticklers, as evidenced by the stories here. But, Alexa was on an entirely different caliber. I had to ask her, and this is how we became even better friends, "How did you do that? Like, I'm ticklish, sure, but the way you destroyed my ribs, I've never had that happen to that effect." Her reply was, "I think it's my nails." I looked at her quizzically. Like, what do you mean just nails. She said "Maybe this shade of purple polish did the trick." I broke down in laughter. Because it felt like I was talking to a 5-year-old or someone that was really trying to be nonchalant. She finally said, "It's also the length. I have deep nail beds so when my nails grow, it doesn't take them much time to grow past my fingertips." Me painting them makes them stronger too, so they are like little talons. Also, I have a niece who loves to be tickled, so as an Auntie, I deliver tickles and find weak spots. I now know yours. I can also sense that since you didn't tell me to stop, that you must like it too."

I'd been came to that realization, but hearing her say it out loud struck a chord though I didn't want to admit to it because this was during a time where there wasn't "fetish talk", "kink talk" or any community where we'd discuss matters like that, like we have here in this forum. I just said "That makes perfect sense. I feel so sorry for your niece (though in my mind I was hoping that Alexa would continue to tickle me as often as she did her niece)." It was as if what I thought passed over into the ethos and came back as Alexa receiving a text message. From that day forward, she had me crawling out of my skin.

I won't make you all wait for the next story. So here is a part 2 of Alexa though she has MANY parts within my college experience. Even more than the aforementioned ladies.

Second tickling from Alexa.

Alexa had a new shade of polish she wanted to show me. So she called me to meet up outside of the Student Union. So, we met there. It was around 8:30PM, so the sun was up but quickly setting. We sat down on a bench and she flashed her nails in a air-tickling motion, but she wasn't out to get me in that moment. I told her that the deep blue was stunning. She asked me, "Why don't men paint their nails? I'm sure it'll look equally pretty." I quipped back, "Have you seen our hands? Our nails look like lobster claws. Adding paint to that would be like adding perfume to pig shat." She cracked up laughing but understood. She then said, "Why don't you all paint your toes then? They won't be seen and you can give yourself the compliments you give me." I had no rebuttal at that point. And before I could even attempt to think of one further, she pulled out some polish and asked if I ever had a pedicure. I told her no. So she patted her legs and I knew that this was for me to offer up a foot. I had no idea I'd be offering up my foot to a tickle god. She took off my shoe and my sock. She let me foot linger in the air a bit and I found the silence disturbing. She said, "See, you have some very pretty feet for a boy. Prettier than mine actually." I asked, "Not that I'm discounting what you said, but what makes them "pretty"? Men aren't used to such words said upon our feet." She said, "Your toes are in order, your nail beds are great and you have no corns or bunions. You also don't look like you kick concrete for fun." I had to agree. She said, "Pedicures start off with washing and prepping the feet to soften them up, exfoliate the skin, clip the nails and then the taking off excess skin on the bottom of your feet." I said "Ohhh....interesting." She said, "After all of that the polish is applied. So, I'm going to take you through the skin removal part. Are you ready?" I tried to wrap my mind around how the skin removal was done as I'd never had a pedicure before. As I attempted to gain that thought, Alexa arm locked my leg with one arm, placed the opposite leg over my ankle that was sitting on her left leg and locked my entire foot within her thighs. She took her right hand and went to town on my foot. Unlike being in the Student Union when she first tickled me and me trying to dampen my laughter, we were both alone, right where she wanted me, and I laughed like a maniac. So forceful and diabolical of a laugh that I'm sure The Joker would've appreciated it. She stated, "Wow, your feet are already soft. This skin removal shouldn't take long." Her nails moved lightening fast in the middle of my foot and no matter how hard I pulled my leg nor tried to twist my foot loose, no leverage was given. I had no choice but to take it, so I laid back on the bench and cackled like a little boy and as a soldier knowing he was in a no-win battle. She then said, "And we have to make sure we get under the toes." It was at this point that I found out how underneath the toes worked with ticklishness. Hysterics wasn't the right word to describe how much laughter was pouring out of me. Alexa was not lying when she said she would find more tickle spots on me. This day was etched in memory as the most ticklish I'd ever been on record and the amount of tickling I had to endure. Alexa gripped my foot with her whole hand and used just her thumb nail in an up and down motion in the middle of my foot that drove me insane. It was at this point that I was begging to breathe. She finally let up but did not release my foot. She gone at my foot for 8 minutes. I was literally sweating and out of breath. She said, "Now is when the polish is applied." She had a clear polish and started painting my toes while I laid there trying to catch up on oxygen. She jokingly said, "I was going to bring the purple that you liked, but I'm not sure if it would look great on you. If it did though, and I became jealous, I'd have no choice but to continue with the skin removal." I jokingly said, "If you did bring color, I don't think I would be in the position to go against you." Alexa said, "Exactly!". As the paint was drying, she stated that it'll take 5 minutes or possibly longer so don't move or else you'll destroy the job. Now hand me your other foot. I tried my best to resist. I said, "That's enough. One foot will do. I don't have it--". Alexa snatched my leg up into the same locking system my previous one was in, stripped my shoe and sock in seconds and went to town on my second foot, which tickled even more than my last foot. When I tell you all that I lost it!!! It felt like I levitated off the bench as much as I bucked, twisted and turned without any recourse of escape making it all feel like an out of body experience. I'm taller and stronger than Alexa. By leaps and bounds. But, she reduced me to tears streaming out of my eyes in laughter, silent laughter and then outlandish laughter all at the same time. 8 whole minutes on the second foot and then it was back to the polish and a break. After the break, she didn't release my leg. I asked, "Alexa, I thought the pedicure was over." She said, "Are you nuts? Do you think skin removal is only for the bottom of your foot? Nope, it's for the toes too." She spider-tickled my toes. The more I tried to bend them and move them, the more she spider-tickled. The tops of my toes tickled just as much as underneath them. She just kept saying, "Don't mess up the polish. I wouldn't like giving you another pedicure since you can't handle this first one." while she tickled me. 4 minutes later, she unleashed my foot and gave me control over my leg again. I was broken. I needed food, sleep and possibly a hug after all of that.

 

[milagros317]

Wow! Alexa was a great friend to have.

 

[Hiphophooray]

Part 2 of College Tickling

I don't know what it was about me and college, but this was the second woman I dated and she, like the first, was an expert-level tickler. I don't know if it was a gift or curse to run into these kinds of women, but I didn't complain.

Her name is Briana. 5"2', golden brown eyes, a smile that sets the world at ease, curvaceous in all the right places and a Southern accent that was as sweet as pie. We met on campus through the school's portal system where new Freshman got the chance to interact with other Freshman so that anyone who needed advice on class specifics or just to talk in general could. Pictures were added, so that's how I was able to see that she was very attractive. I paid no attention to my surroundings as we conversed over the chat feature and was so dead set on our conversation that I didn't see that Briana was sitting right next to me the entire time. We exchanged numbers and, like last time, I wanted to keep my cool so that I wouldn't have the look of falling all over her beauty. We chatted back in our dorm rooms that night for some time before I invited her to come out and just have a little kick it session in person so we could see how we gelled.

I had on a shirt I thought would impress her. I'll get back to that shirt later. I'm no gym rat, nor did I have the best athletic build, so I figured the clothes at least have to look presentable to woo her. Briana came in clothes that fit perfectly, as they should given her proportional frame, and a pair of sandals that reminded me of feminine gladiator sandals. We sat on a bench and chatted. She felt comfortable and I too felt comfortable in our communication. So much so, that she leaned her head upon my shoulder. She wasn't tired, but this told me that she was feeling me and the feeling was mutual.

After 30 minutes of her leaning on my shoulder as we conversed, I interjected, in a funny way, that I had something to tell her in her ear. She perked up, I leaned in as if I was going to whisper sweet nothings into her ear and I stretched out and laid my head upon her lap kicking my feet off to the other side of the bench. She said, "Oh, so this was your plan? Oh, ok...". I didn't like the sound of that, but it seems a challenge was set whether or not I chose to partake in it. So, you know me, I'm not one to run from a challenge. So, I roll over a bit and look at her sandals. I say, jokingly of course, "Have you ever been to Rome?". She replied, "Um, why do you ask, sir?". I state, "Well, you either fought Gladiators, or you're trying to become one." She didn't take to kindly to that and told me that there was a hole in the back of my shirt. Which there was, but I hadn't seen it nor noticed it when I put the shirt on. There was indeed a small hole. But, before I could joke back that her red toenail polish would've blinded the other Gladiators so that she could've won her battle, she wiggled her index finger into the hole in my shirt and it was at this time that I found out my back was beyond ticklish.

I instantly started to laugh as she held me down. I had no leverage. If I tried to roll off of her I'd spill over onto the concrete and yet I couldn't just raise up because my legs weren't upon solid ground to give me the advantage to do so. I had no choice but to squirm and try to break free. I laughed like a maddening hyena. I'm talking pure, high-end cackling. Eyes closed, shoulders hunched up, trying my best to roll onto my back to get a break....nothing. She didn't make it any better saying, "Oh, this ain't Rome, but I'm winning this battle. I wouldn't move if I was you. You don't want this hole to get any bigger, giggles.". Yeah, she called me giggles and all I could do was...giggle, laugh and cackle depending on where ever her finger landed on my back. Even more crazy were regular college students walking by watching all of this laughing at me and/or laughing with her since she was indeed winning. She finally let up after what felt like 5 minutes. "Giggles, don't you ever roast my sandals again, you hear me?", she said. At this point, I'm clearly out of breathe and can't speak, but I finally gave the head nod of approval and a salute. She took control of the entire situation. She put her hands up like she was about to tickle me but didn't. She explained, "These hands are deadly weapons. You have a weakness that I will exploit at any time. Watch your jokes and watch your tone. Even if you don't, I'll tickle you just for the hell of it.". I asked, as the initial fear of attempting to tickle her didn't seem right at the very moment, "Are you ticklish?". Her reply was, "You wouldn't be able to find out if you wanted to.". I knew that was a direct threat. I didn't care. I lifted my hands to attempt on her sides. No reaction from her. She looked down upon me like I was food to an Eagle. Due to the fact that I attempted to tickle her, with my head upon her lap, my hands were in weird angles and she stretched my left arm back above my head and dug her fingers into my ribs. I just remember my body convulsing with every rib played upon. I tried my best to hold back my deep, guttural laughter, but it came spilling out like cascading water from a damn. "I warned you. You heard me and you still don't think that fat meat is greasy, do you?", is what I heard her say. Listen, I'm ticklish, but I had no idea that stretched ribs, with no protection from my right arm being snug into her waist, could increase ticklishness by 90%. My HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA's were not exaggerated onomatopoeia. It's at the point of my eyes watering and shut, my throat starting to need water and her laughing in such sweet giggles at the torture she'd put me through. 2 minutes. That's all it was. 2 measly minutes and she broke me. I laid on her lap in the puddle that she reduced me to. When I finally caught my breath, I told her that she won. I explained that I had no war left within me, that it was unfair that she wasn't ticklish and that I'd crack jokes from a distance from here on out.

I then asked did she have a little brother or sister she gained her skills tickling that gave her the reflexes of a squirrel and strategy of an Army General to know where to attack? She cracked up laughing and said, "Ex boyfriends. All of them were my prey. Especially the last one. I tickled him down to the ground and broke him. So much so that he had to call my mother to try to get me to stop.". In my mind, I didn't care. Not that I would want to have to call her mom to stop her, I loved her confidence and I didn't mind becoming one in the line of many she'd tortured.

Briana tickled me often from that point forward. Sneaking me while we walked hand and hand, or when she snuck tickles with her arm around my side, when we hugged, during dates on small picnics, when we'd sit at restaurants and she'd sit next to me always with me being against the wall so she could pin me. So many waitresses found it so funny to see her reduce me to a giggling mess when I tried to order or upon their rounds of coming back to ask us about our dining experience. It's very safe to say, she was indeed a tickler.

2nd time Briana tickled me through and through:

Briana wanted me to meet her parents. So, during Spring Break, her mother and father drove down to collect us both off of campus. I'm always great with parents, but sometimes--a lot of times--fathers are hit or miss when it comes to dating their daughters and I can understand why, but I was always myself and that's what won me over. We slept in different rooms. She had her childhood room, which was full of 90's R&B groups and singer's posters and I had so many jokes and kept them rolling through which caused her mother to laugh and even got some chuckles out of her father. She gave me the eye and I knew exactly what that meant, but I wasn't scared. She didn't get me that day nor that night as we watched movies in the front room with her family after eating a very soulful Soul Food spread. As the night progressed, we all went to our separate rooms. I was up at 7AM, so used to being up at that time for class, so my body was stuck in that habit. Briana knocked on the door and opened it. I faked sleep. She entered the room but left the door cracked, which was an ask of her parents to make sure nothing "major" was going on. I'm sleep on my right side facing away from the door. She comes up on the bed and spoons right behind me. She asks me am I sleep to which I don't respond trying to play the game. She pinches my nose closed forcing me to breath through my mouth and says, "Yeah, you're up.". I still didn't move though. She said, "Remember yesterday, Mr. comedian?". I know what's next, so I pull my arms into my ribs slowly trying to not make it look like I'm awake. She must have seen me do this and she does something I never expected. She puts her feet up to mine and wiggles her big toes into the middle of both of my feet and I scrunch up with laughter trying to get away but she's following my ever foot/leg movement like a hawk. She then puts me in a bear hug so that I can't move and have to sit there and take it. "Come on Mr. comedian. Bring the jokes. What's the matter? Can't stop laughing? Ohhh.....now it's not so funny when you do all the laughing, huh?". I heard her mother say, "She's done it again.". Her father said nothing. A few seconds later, I heard him laughing. Like as mad a laugh as I had going on. Briana said, and this can't be lightly stated, "I get it from my momma.". In that instant, I understood. Ticklers are created. Though she herself wasn't ticklish, she saw her mother and father go through tickle fights and clearly her mother was the winner and Briana took after her with more of an advantage from not being ticklish.

After giving my feet the literal blues, she dug into my stomach, which made me cackle and move my arms from my ribs to protect my stomach and she pounced on my ribs and I couldn't get my arms down fast enough within this hug and I laid there with my laughter bouncing off of the walls in that room. 6 minutes later, she left me in the fetal position, threw some towels at me and told me it was my turn to shower. I was a sweaty mess.

I can't wait to hear more stories about her