A little late, but I need to chime in...
First memory:
It was bathtime at the babysitter's, with a little boy she was also babysitting. I was little, maybe 3 or 4, and I remember him being a little older. The babysitter started running the bath, undressed both of us, and for some reason had the bright idea to leave us alone in the bathroom, standing there naked. [...]
After that, any male I found attractive I wanted to tickle. And not just on the armpits or sides. There were fantasies of tickling the (cuter, younger) principal’s privates, and daydreams of all the cute boys in school being held down and tickled by some invisible force, usually with them naked and alone in their rooms.
At eight or nine, I'd had a dream that there was a certain log on the school playground, where if you straddled it, it would "tickle you there 'real bad.'" I remember sitting there, laughing because it tickled so horribly, but NOT wanting to get up from the log because the feeling was so DELICIOUS. In the dream, I also told the boy (who I was crushing on in real life) about the log, and watching him straddle the log, giggling uncontrollably and saying "It really tickles but I don't want it to stop!!"
It wasn't until I was much older that I realized I could very well have been having my first orgasms. :blush
At twelve years old, I was with my first boyfriend. (Come think of it, it’s almost twenty years ago to the day!) We were with another couple and sitting on the steps at some random building near our houses, with him seated in the step in front of me and between my legs. Everyone else was older than me, at least two or three years. We’d only been together a few weeks, though he’d already been tickled by me a number of times. (I remember that he, being extremely ticklish, would scream and squirm and beg me to stop—but he never actually tried to fight me off.) It was the perfect opportunity to attack his ribs with my fingers, so I did.
“No. Noo. NOOOOHOHOHOHOOO!! DON’T TICKLE MEEEEHAHAHAHAHA!!! STOP! *pant pant* STOP! STOOHOHOHOHOP! AAAAHHHHHHHHAHHHHAHAHAH! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOHOHOHO!!!”
I brutally tickle-tortured his sides and armpits with my fingers, and when he tried to get away I trapped him by locking my legs around him. He was stuck! He screamed and flailed as I tickled where ever my hands could reach, while his “friends” laughed and egged me on.
Finally, I stopped. He leaned back on me, a quivering, panting mess.
“Should I keep going?” I grinned at our buds.
“Yes, keep going! Make him piss his pants!”
“NOOO!!”
I started at his ribs again, and this time my hands started to travel lower, not making it past his waistline because he kept bucking my hands away.
I stopped. Again. Asked my friends if I should keep going. Again. They showed no mercy and made it clear I shouldn’t, either.
I started again. But a moment later I was taken by surprise by this intense, pleasurable tingling sensation at the opening of my vagina. It took me a moment to realize I was actually becoming HORNY from tickling my boyfriend. 😱 (I think it had an effect on him too, because a short while later, took me to his room and made it clear he wanted to fuck me, NOW, REALLY BAD. I told him no (hey, I was TWELVE!), which was good because he ended up dumping me a month later. 😛 )
When I went to the bathroom, I found a LOT of moisture on my panties.
That was my first experience becoming “wet,” and that’s when I realized that I took sexual pleasure in tickling members of the opposite sex.
The end. 🙂