alwayslaughing
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**This is a multi-part story with 5 chapters at the moment. There could be more eventually.**
-Testing The Waters-
When I first met Camille, the last place I ever thought I’d she’d be was topless, straddling my hips, hands resting against my ribs on the verge of a tickle attack. And if I’d ever hoped, I certainly didn’t envision her absolute relish at the predicament she now had me in. But I’m getting a little ahead of myself.
The first time I had a clue that it might actually happen was at a Starbucks in the suburbs where we’d agreed to meet. We’d chatted online and she had some idea of the kind of thing I was into. It intrigued her, and she had to know more about how it worked. I didn’t really expect it – I’d seen no indication that she had any sort of interest in this previously – but I guess you can’t make assumptions about what people might enjoy. They might not even know themselves yet.
As Camille and I sat there casually trying to work in this conversation over our cups of coffee, and by that, I mean I was trying to be casual and discreet while she was having no problem discussing it at all, I saw the light come on behind her eyes. I was walking Camille to her car when she turned and said, “Would you let me do that to you?”
“You really want to?” I asked.
“Yeah, definitely.”
I shrugged. “I won’t make you twist my arm, then.”
“Are you free next Saturday?”
“For this? Hell, yeah.”
And that’s what led me to my current predicament.
I told her I’d come to her, so that she felt more comfortable in what could turn out to be a strange situation for her. She’d never done this before and I wanted to put her at ease. We agreed to keep it simple the first time. It would be a test for her, to see if she liked it, and to see if I thought she was any good at it. Spoiler alert: I never really doubted the last part.
She offered me a cider and I accepted. Sometimes, having a drink before play can calm the nerves a bit. I told myself it was to make her feel more at ease, but the truth was that I felt a bit nervous myself. We took the drinks into the bedroom and I saw that she’d taken everything off the bed except the fitted sheet. There was a towel there too, and while I told her it was probably overkill, she just wanted to be prepared.
We both kind of leaned back on the bed and continued working on our drinks. I set mine on the bedside table and lay on my side, supporting my head on my arm. This was apparently the moment she was waiting for, as she quickly set her drink down too and then leaned in towards me. She made a few playful grabs at my ribs and was rewarded with a bit of squirming. She slowly walked a couple of fingers up my sides toward my unprotected armpit, but then walked them back down towards my ribs again, toying with me.
I made a valiant effort not to be moved by her teasing, but I fell short. As she walked her fingers up my side again and they at last found their target in the hollow of my underarm, I leaned forward, allowing my weight to fall on the bed. This left my arm in the outstretched position rather than tucked in to protect myself, and so she continued her gentle attack.
I attempted to roll forward to get the momentum to pull my arm down, but she easily pushed me back with her free hand and continued her attack. I made some strange sounds as I struggled to get words out. “That’s cheating!” I finally said.
“Cheating? I thought you said there was no cheating in tickling.” I had in fact said those very words over that fateful cup of coffee the week before. I started to bring my other arm up to protect myself and again, she easily pushed it away.
“If you do that again, I’ll pin you down,” she warned. She continued her slow relentless attack and I snorted a bit as I tried unsuccessfully to evade her.
“Gah!” I said, unable to come up with a wittier reply.
She quickly moved her hand down to tweak my side and I involuntarily moved my free hand to stop her. “You asked for it,” she said.
“Lay on your back.”
I did as I was told, and she positioned herself above my head, using her knees to hold my arms outstretched underneath her. She settled her weight back, checking that she wasn’t hurting me.
“We’re going to play a game,” she said.
“Okay.”
“I’m going to start here…” she began lightly tickling at my elbows “…and move in this direction.” She slowly walked her fingers towards my underarms. “Every time you flinch…” I flinched just as she said that “…I’ll start over again.” Her fingers quickly moved back to my elbows.
“What happens when I win?”
“Oh, you never win, honey. You just move on to the next challenge.”
It took about ten minutes as she kept walking her fingers down from my elbow and starting over again. As she kept getting closer, my heart started beating faster and I’m pretty sure I had goosebumps at one point. I quivered and did my best to hold still and eventually I succeeded well enough that she finally let a couple fingers pause just at the cusp, and then sort of slide down into the hollow of my armpits, like a kid sliding on his butt down a hill.
When she reached her target, she camped out there for a few minutes, her light touches alternating between slow and fast speeds. I twisted and squirmed, but she had me held pretty tightly. After a few moments, she let her fingers drift down my sides. My lower torso had become exposed as my shirt rode up with my twisting and turning, so she allowed her fingers to graze my bare skin. I gasped. She let her fingers tug my shirt up further as she gently tickled my ribs. I’m not sure what all the sounds were that came out of my mouth, but it seemed to be a combination of grunting, protesting, and strange little eeps.
She finally stopped and got up.
“Was that the worst you can do?” I asked.
She gave me a withering look. “I haven’t even started yet.” She sat at the end of the bed, positioning herself between my feet. She took my left foot in her lap and started running her fingers along my soles. I began to twitch violently. “Don’t kick me,” she warned.
“Ok-ay,” I muttered between snorts.
She traced around the edges of my heels, eliciting more twitches and then moved her fingers along the outer edges of my foot, spidering them up towards my toes. She didn’t find them to be as responsive as she’d hoped, but then she looked back toward me and I had a premonition of what was to come. I closed my eyes as I felt her fingers move into place. She dug in hard with her fingers in that crease right next to the ball of my foot and I began to squirm in earnest. I started sputtering and grunting.
“This works very well,” she said.
I twisted half of my body to the side in a futile attempt to escape her fingers.
“You can’t get away,” she said, laughing with glee. After a few moments, she tried the other foot and found it to be equally responsive. She giggled again. “This is a lot of fun! I didn’t realize how much fun this would be.”
“Fun for you, maybe!” I managed to get out between a few desperate snorts and chuckles.
“This isn’t fun for you too?” she asked sweetly. “Then why are you laughing?”
She stopped after a few moments. “I’ll come back to that,” she promised, “But there are some other places I haven’t explored at all yet. She scooted up between my legs and rested her hands on my knees, without tickling. I twitched involuntarily. She grinned. “I haven’t even started yet and look at you!” She waited a few seconds, teasing me with the delay. “Are you ready?” she said at last.
“I can take it.” My voice was not convincing at all, and I could see in her eyes that she knew she had me.
Her fingers began their slow assault and I tensed, doing my best to ignore the sensations. My best was nowhere near good enough. She gently began to squeeze my kneecaps and I jerked my legs.
“Shit,” I said.
She smiled and kept tormenting me, alternating between light squeezes and spidery little tickles that sent jolts of energy up my legs. When one of her hands moved a little too far up my thigh, she grinned again at the way I tensed. “Are your thighs ticklish?”
“No, of course not.” I tried to purse my lips at the same time that she moved both of her hands up my thighs and what was meant as a scoff came out somewhere in between a gasp and a chuckle. She continued teasing my thighs while I wiggled violently and tried to move out of her reach. Of course, there was nowhere to go.
“I think it’s time you lost that shirt,” she said. I obediently raised my arms and she tugged it over my head. Or at least, partway over my head. She stopped with the shirt tangled over my head and arms and pushed me back down. I lay there, quiet with anticipation. I felt a hand crawl up my side and squirmed, only to push myself into the hand that began crawling up my other side. She kept her hands in place, a few inches from either side and my squirming pushed me from one hand to the other as she gleefully tickled away.
I could feel Camille shift her weight on the bed and then she was settling herself down over my hips, straddling me. Her weight was slight, but it was enough to keep me somewhat still, for the moment. She gently and slowly teased her fingers against my exposed ribs and I continued to squirm. She ran her thumbs along the edges of my ribs, her fingers extended along the sides as I made curious sounds in a poor attempt to vocalize my distress. She stopped for a moment and I heard some rustling, and a small sound as she tossed something on the bed. Then I felt her weight shift and something fell across my hands, which were just free at the top of my shirt.
I felt with my fingers and discovered that I was holding her bra. Which meant that the item she tossed onto her bed was a shirt. Which meant that… She shifted her weight again and leaned across me, and I felt her skin against my skin, her breasts against my chest. I felt a warmth that only partly had to do with the mix of our body heat together. I’d already been rock hard beneath her, but now I could feel an almost palpable aching as she pressed against me. She shifted her weight again, moving her hips on my hips, and there was no doubt in my mind she knew what she was doing to me. But I didn’t have long to focus on that thought because her fingers started moving again.
When she stopped at last, some time later, I felt her lean over me again and the bra was taken from my hands. A rustling let me know that she had her shirt back on and then I felt her tugging my shirt back on, helping me back into it. We made eye contact at last.
“I enjoyed that,” she said, smiling.
“So did I,” I said, smiling back. I really hoped that if we did this again, she’d let me actually see her half naked, instead of just teasing me as she had been today. But first, I had something else planned.
“I’ve an idea for next time.”
“Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time?”
“Will there be?”
She looked at me sternly. “That depends on what you come up with.”
I laughed and explained my idea, and a smile touched the edges of her lips.
“I’ll see you in a few weeks then.”
To Be Continued...Part Two
-Testing The Waters-
When I first met Camille, the last place I ever thought I’d she’d be was topless, straddling my hips, hands resting against my ribs on the verge of a tickle attack. And if I’d ever hoped, I certainly didn’t envision her absolute relish at the predicament she now had me in. But I’m getting a little ahead of myself.
The first time I had a clue that it might actually happen was at a Starbucks in the suburbs where we’d agreed to meet. We’d chatted online and she had some idea of the kind of thing I was into. It intrigued her, and she had to know more about how it worked. I didn’t really expect it – I’d seen no indication that she had any sort of interest in this previously – but I guess you can’t make assumptions about what people might enjoy. They might not even know themselves yet.
As Camille and I sat there casually trying to work in this conversation over our cups of coffee, and by that, I mean I was trying to be casual and discreet while she was having no problem discussing it at all, I saw the light come on behind her eyes. I was walking Camille to her car when she turned and said, “Would you let me do that to you?”
“You really want to?” I asked.
“Yeah, definitely.”
I shrugged. “I won’t make you twist my arm, then.”
“Are you free next Saturday?”
“For this? Hell, yeah.”
And that’s what led me to my current predicament.
I told her I’d come to her, so that she felt more comfortable in what could turn out to be a strange situation for her. She’d never done this before and I wanted to put her at ease. We agreed to keep it simple the first time. It would be a test for her, to see if she liked it, and to see if I thought she was any good at it. Spoiler alert: I never really doubted the last part.
She offered me a cider and I accepted. Sometimes, having a drink before play can calm the nerves a bit. I told myself it was to make her feel more at ease, but the truth was that I felt a bit nervous myself. We took the drinks into the bedroom and I saw that she’d taken everything off the bed except the fitted sheet. There was a towel there too, and while I told her it was probably overkill, she just wanted to be prepared.
We both kind of leaned back on the bed and continued working on our drinks. I set mine on the bedside table and lay on my side, supporting my head on my arm. This was apparently the moment she was waiting for, as she quickly set her drink down too and then leaned in towards me. She made a few playful grabs at my ribs and was rewarded with a bit of squirming. She slowly walked a couple of fingers up my sides toward my unprotected armpit, but then walked them back down towards my ribs again, toying with me.
I made a valiant effort not to be moved by her teasing, but I fell short. As she walked her fingers up my side again and they at last found their target in the hollow of my underarm, I leaned forward, allowing my weight to fall on the bed. This left my arm in the outstretched position rather than tucked in to protect myself, and so she continued her gentle attack.
I attempted to roll forward to get the momentum to pull my arm down, but she easily pushed me back with her free hand and continued her attack. I made some strange sounds as I struggled to get words out. “That’s cheating!” I finally said.
“Cheating? I thought you said there was no cheating in tickling.” I had in fact said those very words over that fateful cup of coffee the week before. I started to bring my other arm up to protect myself and again, she easily pushed it away.
“If you do that again, I’ll pin you down,” she warned. She continued her slow relentless attack and I snorted a bit as I tried unsuccessfully to evade her.
“Gah!” I said, unable to come up with a wittier reply.
She quickly moved her hand down to tweak my side and I involuntarily moved my free hand to stop her. “You asked for it,” she said.
“Lay on your back.”
I did as I was told, and she positioned herself above my head, using her knees to hold my arms outstretched underneath her. She settled her weight back, checking that she wasn’t hurting me.
“We’re going to play a game,” she said.
“Okay.”
“I’m going to start here…” she began lightly tickling at my elbows “…and move in this direction.” She slowly walked her fingers towards my underarms. “Every time you flinch…” I flinched just as she said that “…I’ll start over again.” Her fingers quickly moved back to my elbows.
“What happens when I win?”
“Oh, you never win, honey. You just move on to the next challenge.”
It took about ten minutes as she kept walking her fingers down from my elbow and starting over again. As she kept getting closer, my heart started beating faster and I’m pretty sure I had goosebumps at one point. I quivered and did my best to hold still and eventually I succeeded well enough that she finally let a couple fingers pause just at the cusp, and then sort of slide down into the hollow of my armpits, like a kid sliding on his butt down a hill.
When she reached her target, she camped out there for a few minutes, her light touches alternating between slow and fast speeds. I twisted and squirmed, but she had me held pretty tightly. After a few moments, she let her fingers drift down my sides. My lower torso had become exposed as my shirt rode up with my twisting and turning, so she allowed her fingers to graze my bare skin. I gasped. She let her fingers tug my shirt up further as she gently tickled my ribs. I’m not sure what all the sounds were that came out of my mouth, but it seemed to be a combination of grunting, protesting, and strange little eeps.
She finally stopped and got up.
“Was that the worst you can do?” I asked.
She gave me a withering look. “I haven’t even started yet.” She sat at the end of the bed, positioning herself between my feet. She took my left foot in her lap and started running her fingers along my soles. I began to twitch violently. “Don’t kick me,” she warned.
“Ok-ay,” I muttered between snorts.
She traced around the edges of my heels, eliciting more twitches and then moved her fingers along the outer edges of my foot, spidering them up towards my toes. She didn’t find them to be as responsive as she’d hoped, but then she looked back toward me and I had a premonition of what was to come. I closed my eyes as I felt her fingers move into place. She dug in hard with her fingers in that crease right next to the ball of my foot and I began to squirm in earnest. I started sputtering and grunting.
“This works very well,” she said.
I twisted half of my body to the side in a futile attempt to escape her fingers.
“You can’t get away,” she said, laughing with glee. After a few moments, she tried the other foot and found it to be equally responsive. She giggled again. “This is a lot of fun! I didn’t realize how much fun this would be.”
“Fun for you, maybe!” I managed to get out between a few desperate snorts and chuckles.
“This isn’t fun for you too?” she asked sweetly. “Then why are you laughing?”
She stopped after a few moments. “I’ll come back to that,” she promised, “But there are some other places I haven’t explored at all yet. She scooted up between my legs and rested her hands on my knees, without tickling. I twitched involuntarily. She grinned. “I haven’t even started yet and look at you!” She waited a few seconds, teasing me with the delay. “Are you ready?” she said at last.
“I can take it.” My voice was not convincing at all, and I could see in her eyes that she knew she had me.
Her fingers began their slow assault and I tensed, doing my best to ignore the sensations. My best was nowhere near good enough. She gently began to squeeze my kneecaps and I jerked my legs.
“Shit,” I said.
She smiled and kept tormenting me, alternating between light squeezes and spidery little tickles that sent jolts of energy up my legs. When one of her hands moved a little too far up my thigh, she grinned again at the way I tensed. “Are your thighs ticklish?”
“No, of course not.” I tried to purse my lips at the same time that she moved both of her hands up my thighs and what was meant as a scoff came out somewhere in between a gasp and a chuckle. She continued teasing my thighs while I wiggled violently and tried to move out of her reach. Of course, there was nowhere to go.
“I think it’s time you lost that shirt,” she said. I obediently raised my arms and she tugged it over my head. Or at least, partway over my head. She stopped with the shirt tangled over my head and arms and pushed me back down. I lay there, quiet with anticipation. I felt a hand crawl up my side and squirmed, only to push myself into the hand that began crawling up my other side. She kept her hands in place, a few inches from either side and my squirming pushed me from one hand to the other as she gleefully tickled away.
I could feel Camille shift her weight on the bed and then she was settling herself down over my hips, straddling me. Her weight was slight, but it was enough to keep me somewhat still, for the moment. She gently and slowly teased her fingers against my exposed ribs and I continued to squirm. She ran her thumbs along the edges of my ribs, her fingers extended along the sides as I made curious sounds in a poor attempt to vocalize my distress. She stopped for a moment and I heard some rustling, and a small sound as she tossed something on the bed. Then I felt her weight shift and something fell across my hands, which were just free at the top of my shirt.
I felt with my fingers and discovered that I was holding her bra. Which meant that the item she tossed onto her bed was a shirt. Which meant that… She shifted her weight again and leaned across me, and I felt her skin against my skin, her breasts against my chest. I felt a warmth that only partly had to do with the mix of our body heat together. I’d already been rock hard beneath her, but now I could feel an almost palpable aching as she pressed against me. She shifted her weight again, moving her hips on my hips, and there was no doubt in my mind she knew what she was doing to me. But I didn’t have long to focus on that thought because her fingers started moving again.
When she stopped at last, some time later, I felt her lean over me again and the bra was taken from my hands. A rustling let me know that she had her shirt back on and then I felt her tugging my shirt back on, helping me back into it. We made eye contact at last.
“I enjoyed that,” she said, smiling.
“So did I,” I said, smiling back. I really hoped that if we did this again, she’d let me actually see her half naked, instead of just teasing me as she had been today. But first, I had something else planned.
“I’ve an idea for next time.”
“Next time? What makes you think there will be a next time?”
“Will there be?”
She looked at me sternly. “That depends on what you come up with.”
I laughed and explained my idea, and a smile touched the edges of her lips.
“I’ll see you in a few weeks then.”
To Be Continued...Part Two
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