Hi guys. This happened last week. The tickling was quick -- but worth while to me. It involves my best friend.
My best friend means the world to me. She owns a huge chunk of my heart.
She's a hottie. She stands 5-foot nothing and weighs 100 and nothing. But make no mistake -- she is a pitbull and takes no shit from anybody. (one of the reasons why I love her.)
Anywho -- in addition to being a total bad ass; she is sort of girlie girl when it comes to shopping -- especially clothes.
One day we were hanging out and being silly like usual. She tells me she has to buy a gift for her aunt and asked if I wanted to tag along.
Of course I said yes because I welcome any time I get to spend with her.
So we walk into the Express store at our local mall -- she spots these jeans. She holds up a pair and says "These are cute ! What do you think?"
"You think your aunt would wear them ?" I said. "Screw her.." she replied, "..these are for me." (always happens when she goes shopping, she buys one thing for the person she's shopping for and 5 things for herself).
"I guess they're cute then." What the fuck do I know about girls fashion, right ?
So she stares at them for a minute "Shit, size 4." She looks at me.
"Do me a huge favor.." she said with a wierd smile, "it involves looking at my ass." as she turns to give me her back. Not sure how to respond to that , I say "no biggie -- I check out your ass all the time."
At this point she truns around to face me. And with a brilliant smile she gave me the finger. "What am I doing ?" I asked.
"Look at the belt line of my jeans. Tell me what size these are." -- "You don't know what size they are ?" "I bought them ages ago." she fired back.
Now, in her defense they did look rather worn out. And since she's getting married at the end of this year (dammit) she has become quite the gym-rat in order to fit into her wedding dress. So I can understand why she'd want to double check.
Thanks for bearing with me so far -- here's why you started reading this in the first place LOL:
She takes off her jacket and lifts her sweater above her waist line. Even though she denies that she's ticklish I know that she is. And more importantly, I know how much she HATES being tickled. But I couldn't resist !
With her back to me I try to look for a lable or anything indicating the size.
With one hand I fold over the belt line of her jeans while placing my other hand on her left side. At this point I give it a little squeeze.
She lets out a squeal and giggles start sliding through her clinched teeth.
"Sorry" I said (yeah right). I see a red lable -- but the letters are all faded so I can't make them out. "Nothing on this side." I said. "I'm gonna try the middle." So I let go of her side but I glide my fingers from the back part of her left side to the small of her back. At this point her giggles are a little louder. She stomps her foot "What are you doing?"
Trying to change the subject -- I say "Just admiring your little red undies...is that a heart?"
"Yeah, they're Victoria Secrets. Now stop being a perv and do your job."
So with one finger on a belt loop and my hand still on the small of her back-- I gently rake my finger nails on the same spot that caused her to giggle. Which she did again -- this time shaking her head and mumbling something I couldn't make out. But I'm sure it was some kind of threat.
Moving along -- I look to the right side of her jeans and like I did before, I gave her right side a squeeze. Again she giggles "Quit it." This time her voice was louder - so I know she was getting a little pissed.
"Sorry babes.." I said. "The labels are all worn out and faded. The only way to find out is to take them off."
She once again flipped me the bird. "In a fitting room genius." I say.
She blushes a little as she retracts her middle finger. "You're a douche !" she says -- giving me a bit of a hard punch to the shoulder.
"Well, you're a dork." I said. "That's okay because you're a douche." she says. "Well that's okay because you're a dork." "Better a dork than a douche."
Ahhh that ancient BFF ritual of infintile name calling.
With that she made her her way to a fitting room. And I was thankful she didn't kick my ass in the middle of the store (she really HATES being tickled).
Like I said the tickles didn't last long -- but it meant the world to me.
Thanks very much for reading my story through. I hope you liked it 🙂
My best friend means the world to me. She owns a huge chunk of my heart.
She's a hottie. She stands 5-foot nothing and weighs 100 and nothing. But make no mistake -- she is a pitbull and takes no shit from anybody. (one of the reasons why I love her.)
Anywho -- in addition to being a total bad ass; she is sort of girlie girl when it comes to shopping -- especially clothes.
One day we were hanging out and being silly like usual. She tells me she has to buy a gift for her aunt and asked if I wanted to tag along.
Of course I said yes because I welcome any time I get to spend with her.
So we walk into the Express store at our local mall -- she spots these jeans. She holds up a pair and says "These are cute ! What do you think?"
"You think your aunt would wear them ?" I said. "Screw her.." she replied, "..these are for me." (always happens when she goes shopping, she buys one thing for the person she's shopping for and 5 things for herself).
"I guess they're cute then." What the fuck do I know about girls fashion, right ?
So she stares at them for a minute "Shit, size 4." She looks at me.
"Do me a huge favor.." she said with a wierd smile, "it involves looking at my ass." as she turns to give me her back. Not sure how to respond to that , I say "no biggie -- I check out your ass all the time."
At this point she truns around to face me. And with a brilliant smile she gave me the finger. "What am I doing ?" I asked.
"Look at the belt line of my jeans. Tell me what size these are." -- "You don't know what size they are ?" "I bought them ages ago." she fired back.
Now, in her defense they did look rather worn out. And since she's getting married at the end of this year (dammit) she has become quite the gym-rat in order to fit into her wedding dress. So I can understand why she'd want to double check.
Thanks for bearing with me so far -- here's why you started reading this in the first place LOL:
She takes off her jacket and lifts her sweater above her waist line. Even though she denies that she's ticklish I know that she is. And more importantly, I know how much she HATES being tickled. But I couldn't resist !
With her back to me I try to look for a lable or anything indicating the size.
With one hand I fold over the belt line of her jeans while placing my other hand on her left side. At this point I give it a little squeeze.
She lets out a squeal and giggles start sliding through her clinched teeth.
"Sorry" I said (yeah right). I see a red lable -- but the letters are all faded so I can't make them out. "Nothing on this side." I said. "I'm gonna try the middle." So I let go of her side but I glide my fingers from the back part of her left side to the small of her back. At this point her giggles are a little louder. She stomps her foot "What are you doing?"
Trying to change the subject -- I say "Just admiring your little red undies...is that a heart?"
"Yeah, they're Victoria Secrets. Now stop being a perv and do your job."
So with one finger on a belt loop and my hand still on the small of her back-- I gently rake my finger nails on the same spot that caused her to giggle. Which she did again -- this time shaking her head and mumbling something I couldn't make out. But I'm sure it was some kind of threat.
Moving along -- I look to the right side of her jeans and like I did before, I gave her right side a squeeze. Again she giggles "Quit it." This time her voice was louder - so I know she was getting a little pissed.
"Sorry babes.." I said. "The labels are all worn out and faded. The only way to find out is to take them off."
She once again flipped me the bird. "In a fitting room genius." I say.
She blushes a little as she retracts her middle finger. "You're a douche !" she says -- giving me a bit of a hard punch to the shoulder.
"Well, you're a dork." I said. "That's okay because you're a douche." she says. "Well that's okay because you're a dork." "Better a dork than a douche."
Ahhh that ancient BFF ritual of infintile name calling.
With that she made her her way to a fitting room. And I was thankful she didn't kick my ass in the middle of the store (she really HATES being tickled).
Like I said the tickles didn't last long -- but it meant the world to me.
Thanks very much for reading my story through. I hope you liked it 🙂
