Part 1
https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?320740-Fireworks-Part-1-(M-F)
Part 2
https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?320807-Fireworks-Part-2-(M-F)
“I don’t feel like sitting in the car for an hour up and an hour back just to see the fireworks, and they’re going to have a great rock n roll fireworks show on tv later.” It was the first thing that came to mind. I didn’t think they were ready to hear the news yet. Hopefully Heather wouldn’t be upset.
“I remember you used to fall asleep in the car on the way home.” Mom laughed.
“So it’s just the four of us?” Dad asked.
“Three...” Heather said, “I’m going to keep him company.” She smiled at me, picking up on my lead.
“I thought you couldn’t stand my brother.” Gwen said, sipping the Mountain Dew she retrieved from the fridge.
“He’s growing on me.” Heather said, mussing my hair.
“Just try not to kill each other.” Gwen rolled her eyes, no doubt recalling us antagonizing each other in our youth.
After they left, I let out a deep breath. “I didn’t think you were quite ready to announce it to everyone. We just realized it ourselves.”
“You’re right, we’ll tell them tomorrow.” She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. “Tonight’s for us, so how do you want to celebrate?”
I slid my hands up to her underarms and gave her a quick tickle. She jumped and let out a cute squeal. “How about we make our own fireworks?” Before I could respond, she pushed me against the couch, and had her lips locked on mine.
We kissed passionately, as if we were lovers who haven’t seen each other in years. That was partially true. I put my hands under her thighs and held her up as we kissed. Her hands slid down to the front of my hips, along the waistband of my jeans, I felt a moan well up from my throat as she tugged.
I responded in kind, moving my hands inward, squeezing her firm but soft inner thighs, which resulted in a purr. She moved her body slightly, still kissing me I didn’t know what was going to happen next until I felt her nails press into that sensitive spot and my moans turned into laughter.
Feeling a hot rush move through my body, heart racing, I went for broke, hoping my next move was the right one. My hands slid under her shirt, just meeting the underside of her soft bra and I tickled her ribs right under her breasts.
This time she laughed, her lips pressed against mine, our mouths open. For the first time in I don’t know how long we broke away to catch our breath, each of us panting heavily.
“I love that...” she said, and laid across the couch, arms above her head, licking those cherry red lips.
I positioned myself over her hips, despite us both still fully dressed I wondered if she could feel me through my jeans. I got my answer when she lifted her hips and whispered “Mine?”
“Mmmmhmmm...” I replied, putting my hands where they were a moment ago. “Mine?” I whispered. Her response was grabbing my shirt and pulling me down to her. We began kissing again, as I tickled the underside of her breasts through her bra. I could feel her laughter under me.
She stopped for a moment, and stretched her arms over her head. Both of us were breathing heavily, I also felt like I was burning up. A quick movement later and my shirt was off, I pulled hers up, slowly, waiting for an indication that was the wrong move. She didn’t stop me, even as I wrapped it over her wrists and tied it to the arm of the couch. This time it was her turn.
Heather closed her eyes and shifted her hips under me. “Tickle me.” She purred, and bit her lip. Slowly I trailed my fingertips down her arms to her smooth underarms, tickling her gently.
Her response was immediate, and her laughter was beautiful. Heather tugged on the shirt that bound her wrists and began bucking her hips underneath me which didn’t exactly feel bad.
“Don’t... don’t stop...” She said in between laughs, panting for breath. Her legs parted slightly, and I could feel heat blooming under me.
I did stop for just a few seconds, and she gave a me puzzled look. I grabbed the remote and turned on the fireworks show. If this was really going to be my first time, then I wanted to go all out.
She bit her lip, and reached for her bra clasp. I definitely wasn’t going to say no. The room seemed to fade away, not just the room, the world, the universe. All that existed was me, Heather, and the sound of fireworks with Jimi Hendrix playing Star Spangled Banner in the background. As the song ended we collapsed into each other’s arms. We laid there, holding each other, two young lovers. In the height of bliss. When I heard the distinct sound of the garage door coming up.
We looked at each other, and ran upstairs. She headed for the shower and I was headed for my room, mentally patting myself on the back all those years ago for taking the room nobody else wanted and discovering I had a small but serviceable bathroom of my own that included it’s own shower.
As I passed, Heather stuck her head out the door. “Hey Eric!” I stopped in my tracks. She reached out, grabbed me by my shirt, and kissed me full on the lips. I ran my hand through her beautiful flame red hair, grasping slightly and kissed back.
“I love you.” She said, smiling brightly.
“I love you too.” I replied.
My heart leapt, and I felt like I could fly. I took a quick shower and collapsed onto my bed, exhausted and dropped off into a deep sleep.
I awoke the next morning to the familiar buzz of my phone getting a text. It was my new girlfriend. She’s gotten up early and sent me a picture of her blowing me a kiss. The text was as follows.
“Get up sleepyhead. After breakfast, I’m putting your muscles to work going tv shopping with me. Be a good boy and I’ll tickle you out of your mind after.”
“Ruff!” was my reply, as I folded my arms behind my head taking in a deep breath as I stretched. This was going to be a great summer.
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https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?320740-Fireworks-Part-1-(M-F)
Part 2
https://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?320807-Fireworks-Part-2-(M-F)
“I don’t feel like sitting in the car for an hour up and an hour back just to see the fireworks, and they’re going to have a great rock n roll fireworks show on tv later.” It was the first thing that came to mind. I didn’t think they were ready to hear the news yet. Hopefully Heather wouldn’t be upset.
“I remember you used to fall asleep in the car on the way home.” Mom laughed.
“So it’s just the four of us?” Dad asked.
“Three...” Heather said, “I’m going to keep him company.” She smiled at me, picking up on my lead.
“I thought you couldn’t stand my brother.” Gwen said, sipping the Mountain Dew she retrieved from the fridge.
“He’s growing on me.” Heather said, mussing my hair.
“Just try not to kill each other.” Gwen rolled her eyes, no doubt recalling us antagonizing each other in our youth.
After they left, I let out a deep breath. “I didn’t think you were quite ready to announce it to everyone. We just realized it ourselves.”
“You’re right, we’ll tell them tomorrow.” She put her arms around my neck and kissed me. “Tonight’s for us, so how do you want to celebrate?”
I slid my hands up to her underarms and gave her a quick tickle. She jumped and let out a cute squeal. “How about we make our own fireworks?” Before I could respond, she pushed me against the couch, and had her lips locked on mine.
We kissed passionately, as if we were lovers who haven’t seen each other in years. That was partially true. I put my hands under her thighs and held her up as we kissed. Her hands slid down to the front of my hips, along the waistband of my jeans, I felt a moan well up from my throat as she tugged.
I responded in kind, moving my hands inward, squeezing her firm but soft inner thighs, which resulted in a purr. She moved her body slightly, still kissing me I didn’t know what was going to happen next until I felt her nails press into that sensitive spot and my moans turned into laughter.
Feeling a hot rush move through my body, heart racing, I went for broke, hoping my next move was the right one. My hands slid under her shirt, just meeting the underside of her soft bra and I tickled her ribs right under her breasts.
This time she laughed, her lips pressed against mine, our mouths open. For the first time in I don’t know how long we broke away to catch our breath, each of us panting heavily.
“I love that...” she said, and laid across the couch, arms above her head, licking those cherry red lips.
I positioned myself over her hips, despite us both still fully dressed I wondered if she could feel me through my jeans. I got my answer when she lifted her hips and whispered “Mine?”
“Mmmmhmmm...” I replied, putting my hands where they were a moment ago. “Mine?” I whispered. Her response was grabbing my shirt and pulling me down to her. We began kissing again, as I tickled the underside of her breasts through her bra. I could feel her laughter under me.
She stopped for a moment, and stretched her arms over her head. Both of us were breathing heavily, I also felt like I was burning up. A quick movement later and my shirt was off, I pulled hers up, slowly, waiting for an indication that was the wrong move. She didn’t stop me, even as I wrapped it over her wrists and tied it to the arm of the couch. This time it was her turn.
Heather closed her eyes and shifted her hips under me. “Tickle me.” She purred, and bit her lip. Slowly I trailed my fingertips down her arms to her smooth underarms, tickling her gently.
Her response was immediate, and her laughter was beautiful. Heather tugged on the shirt that bound her wrists and began bucking her hips underneath me which didn’t exactly feel bad.
“Don’t... don’t stop...” She said in between laughs, panting for breath. Her legs parted slightly, and I could feel heat blooming under me.
I did stop for just a few seconds, and she gave a me puzzled look. I grabbed the remote and turned on the fireworks show. If this was really going to be my first time, then I wanted to go all out.
She bit her lip, and reached for her bra clasp. I definitely wasn’t going to say no. The room seemed to fade away, not just the room, the world, the universe. All that existed was me, Heather, and the sound of fireworks with Jimi Hendrix playing Star Spangled Banner in the background. As the song ended we collapsed into each other’s arms. We laid there, holding each other, two young lovers. In the height of bliss. When I heard the distinct sound of the garage door coming up.
We looked at each other, and ran upstairs. She headed for the shower and I was headed for my room, mentally patting myself on the back all those years ago for taking the room nobody else wanted and discovering I had a small but serviceable bathroom of my own that included it’s own shower.
As I passed, Heather stuck her head out the door. “Hey Eric!” I stopped in my tracks. She reached out, grabbed me by my shirt, and kissed me full on the lips. I ran my hand through her beautiful flame red hair, grasping slightly and kissed back.
“I love you.” She said, smiling brightly.
“I love you too.” I replied.
My heart leapt, and I felt like I could fly. I took a quick shower and collapsed onto my bed, exhausted and dropped off into a deep sleep.
I awoke the next morning to the familiar buzz of my phone getting a text. It was my new girlfriend. She’s gotten up early and sent me a picture of her blowing me a kiss. The text was as follows.
“Get up sleepyhead. After breakfast, I’m putting your muscles to work going tv shopping with me. Be a good boy and I’ll tickle you out of your mind after.”
“Ruff!” was my reply, as I folded my arms behind my head taking in a deep breath as I stretched. This was going to be a great summer.
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