It was a few days into quarantine, and things seemed to be getting more dangerous. At least in the world around us. Inside the four walls of our little two bedroom apartment I was alone with the love of my life, Billy Cooper.
Despite some people panicking, squabbling, and making things worse out there, in here we were having fun. By now we were sure Billy hadn’t caught that virus from his boss and was a lot more relaxed. The fact that he tickled me silly after that home pedicure helped.
When Billy first met me, he was too nervous to tell me that he liked tickling me, especially on my feet. But in between the time I met him, and the time he leveled with me about it I’d gotten to know him pretty well. I wouldn’t call it a fetish, it’s just a fun thing we do together.
Billy told me how much he loves my laugh, and it really feels good while it’s happening. He’s really gentle, never pushes it too far, and always knows when to stop.
While we were visiting my parents in California, I’d accidentally discovered he was ticklish too, I really started to understand why he liked it so much. Seeing him squirm, laugh, and whine while I tease him was cute. Tickling each other had become something that was ours, something only we got to do to each other. It was intimate, like kissing.
We still had plenty of food, although snacks were a different story. When we were stocking up, Billy picked hot and spicy nacho chips as the snack of his choice. Myself, I bought a couple boxes of Girl Scout cookies. I knew once Billy ran out of chips he’d want some cookies. I’d share of course, but I was going to have fun with him first.
“I wish I had something with sugar right now.” Billy said, he usually wanted a sugar jolt near the end of a game.
“I can make a cake later.” I said, taking a minute to stretch. He put down the controller and tickled me on the sides just enough to make me jump. I giggled a little too. “I said later. I’m having too much fun watching right now. You’ve never gotten past level 8 on Tetris before.”
He ran a hand through his hair, and blew out his cheeks before hopping up to go forage for munchies. I waited until his head was in the fridge and quickly stuffed a cookie in my mouth.
I had the bag hidden box hidden behind his bookshelf between the couch and the wall. I’d mastered the art of flipping open the flap without making any noise. I stopped chewing as he turned around.
“Want a Dr. Pepper?” He said, cracking one open. I nodded, then swallowed my cookie as he grabbed another can out of the fridge.
I actually wanted him to catch me, but I wasn’t going to make it easy either. He sat back down on the couch, opened my drink and handed it to me.
“Kiss for luck?” He asked, turning toward me. Puckering his lips in a cute way.
I leaned over, pushed him back, and gave him a big kiss. I could feel his muscles tense in surprise under his shirt, then relax as he kissed back. He looked at me for a moment, as if he suspected something, then went back to his game.
I’ll admit it. I’m being an instigator. I like driving him crazy. Half of it is because he’s cute when he’s getting flustered. The other half is I know what he’s going to do when he’s had enough.
Okay so I planned it. It started when I picked today’s outfit. My pink t shirt, the one that’s just a little bit too short. My weekend jeans which were old, worn in, and really soft. A pair of black pantyhose underneath kept me a little warmer, and felt great against my just shaved legs. Completing my look with my red cheer socks.
I popped another cookie deftly into my mouth, hoping he would catch the scent in the air. Or hear my crunching.
His eyes were glued to the screen, fingers moving with lightning quickness. He wasn’t ignoring me, video games were a way he liked showing off for me. He knocked out the level, and flopped back the edge of the couch.
“That was really something tiger.” I said, laying my head on his shoulder. “Gonna beat the next level for me too?”
“I thought we were out of cookies.” He said, looking right at me.
Busted! I thought, trying hard not to giggle. I knew what was coming and started to get that bubbly feeling. “Actually... I never said that.” I answered, backing into the corner of the couch, putting my hands up defensively.
He grabbed my wrists, and pinned my arms over my head. His grip was gentle, we both knew I wasn’t going to go anywhere. He kissed me, passionately. I felt myself purr as our lips parted. “Mmmmmm...” I closed my eyes and gave into the kiss. A warm feeling rushed through me as I felt his other hand move up and down my side.
I wanted to pull my hands free and get my nails into his back. Not hard, but playfully, like everything we did except kiss. We totally meant everything behind our kisses.
Once his hand hit a certain spot, I felt his fingers twitch in a way that tickled. My purr gave way to a laugh as I started to squirm, my chest pressed softly against his. I’m sure he wasn’t exactly hating that either. He’d touched me there before, and told me how soft I felt.
I liked how Billy felt too. He wasn’t a body builder, he was kind of athletic but not too athletic. Which was fine, I didn’t want a guy that felt like a bag of rocks when I touched him.
“Mmmmhmhmhmhmhmhmhm...” I was laughing without breaking our kiss. Once he did, he took no time to start questioning me.
“So when were you gonna tell me we still had cookies?” He asked, smiling at me, but using a tough guy voice.
“You didn’t exactly ask me.” I replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“You could have told me anyway.” He said, his free hand teasing my tummy where the edge of my shirt rode up.
“I don’t have to they’re mine.” I bit my lip, knowing where this was going.
“Are you gonna tell me where they are?” He asked, “Or do I have to make you talk?”
“I’m not telliiiinnnnnggggg hahahahaha.” He quickly let go of my wrists, and both hands went right to my tummy.
“Tell me.” He teased, lightly tickling me, I was loving it.
“Nooohohohohoho. Ahhhh!” I laughed, then squealed as he went for my knees. Wearing hose under my jeans was making it worse.
“Tell meeee...” His tone shifted, threatening in a cute way.
“Noooohohohoho waaayhayhayhay!” This was tickling like crazy, but I didn’t want it to stop. Not yet.
He moved, grabbed my ankles and pinned them under one arm. “Last chance.” He said, as he had his fingers hooked into the tops of my socks. He looked back at me, and I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Have it your way angel.” Billy said, as my socks slid right off my feet. He started tickling away, and I was thrashing on the couch behind him.
“AAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” I’d read recently that laughing burned calories. I couldn’t help but wonder how much he’d have to tickle me to equal a workout.
He stopped, and I began to pant, catching my breath. “Ready to tell me?” He asked, gently rubbing my feet, relieving the ticklish sensation.
“Yeah, they’re beside the couch.” I said, letting my foot slide up and down the front of his shirt. I had to admit, I was more than a little turned on.
He lifted my foot, and gently kissed my arch. “Oh I knew about those. I ate a couple this morning while you were getting dressed.”
“You what?” I sat up on my knees, getting nose to nose with him, trying not to laugh. “Why did you tickle my silly interrogating me?” I was trying to act mad, but it wasn’t working.
“It wouldn’t have been as fuuuhuhhuhhuh heh heh heh heh.” I pushed him back on the couch, sitting on him, and wiggling my nails on his sides.
“Your turn tiger.” I said.
Did I mention quarantine was going to be fun?
Despite some people panicking, squabbling, and making things worse out there, in here we were having fun. By now we were sure Billy hadn’t caught that virus from his boss and was a lot more relaxed. The fact that he tickled me silly after that home pedicure helped.
When Billy first met me, he was too nervous to tell me that he liked tickling me, especially on my feet. But in between the time I met him, and the time he leveled with me about it I’d gotten to know him pretty well. I wouldn’t call it a fetish, it’s just a fun thing we do together.
Billy told me how much he loves my laugh, and it really feels good while it’s happening. He’s really gentle, never pushes it too far, and always knows when to stop.
While we were visiting my parents in California, I’d accidentally discovered he was ticklish too, I really started to understand why he liked it so much. Seeing him squirm, laugh, and whine while I tease him was cute. Tickling each other had become something that was ours, something only we got to do to each other. It was intimate, like kissing.
We still had plenty of food, although snacks were a different story. When we were stocking up, Billy picked hot and spicy nacho chips as the snack of his choice. Myself, I bought a couple boxes of Girl Scout cookies. I knew once Billy ran out of chips he’d want some cookies. I’d share of course, but I was going to have fun with him first.
“I wish I had something with sugar right now.” Billy said, he usually wanted a sugar jolt near the end of a game.
“I can make a cake later.” I said, taking a minute to stretch. He put down the controller and tickled me on the sides just enough to make me jump. I giggled a little too. “I said later. I’m having too much fun watching right now. You’ve never gotten past level 8 on Tetris before.”
He ran a hand through his hair, and blew out his cheeks before hopping up to go forage for munchies. I waited until his head was in the fridge and quickly stuffed a cookie in my mouth.
I had the bag hidden box hidden behind his bookshelf between the couch and the wall. I’d mastered the art of flipping open the flap without making any noise. I stopped chewing as he turned around.
“Want a Dr. Pepper?” He said, cracking one open. I nodded, then swallowed my cookie as he grabbed another can out of the fridge.
I actually wanted him to catch me, but I wasn’t going to make it easy either. He sat back down on the couch, opened my drink and handed it to me.
“Kiss for luck?” He asked, turning toward me. Puckering his lips in a cute way.
I leaned over, pushed him back, and gave him a big kiss. I could feel his muscles tense in surprise under his shirt, then relax as he kissed back. He looked at me for a moment, as if he suspected something, then went back to his game.
I’ll admit it. I’m being an instigator. I like driving him crazy. Half of it is because he’s cute when he’s getting flustered. The other half is I know what he’s going to do when he’s had enough.
Okay so I planned it. It started when I picked today’s outfit. My pink t shirt, the one that’s just a little bit too short. My weekend jeans which were old, worn in, and really soft. A pair of black pantyhose underneath kept me a little warmer, and felt great against my just shaved legs. Completing my look with my red cheer socks.
I popped another cookie deftly into my mouth, hoping he would catch the scent in the air. Or hear my crunching.
His eyes were glued to the screen, fingers moving with lightning quickness. He wasn’t ignoring me, video games were a way he liked showing off for me. He knocked out the level, and flopped back the edge of the couch.
“That was really something tiger.” I said, laying my head on his shoulder. “Gonna beat the next level for me too?”
“I thought we were out of cookies.” He said, looking right at me.
Busted! I thought, trying hard not to giggle. I knew what was coming and started to get that bubbly feeling. “Actually... I never said that.” I answered, backing into the corner of the couch, putting my hands up defensively.
He grabbed my wrists, and pinned my arms over my head. His grip was gentle, we both knew I wasn’t going to go anywhere. He kissed me, passionately. I felt myself purr as our lips parted. “Mmmmmm...” I closed my eyes and gave into the kiss. A warm feeling rushed through me as I felt his other hand move up and down my side.
I wanted to pull my hands free and get my nails into his back. Not hard, but playfully, like everything we did except kiss. We totally meant everything behind our kisses.
Once his hand hit a certain spot, I felt his fingers twitch in a way that tickled. My purr gave way to a laugh as I started to squirm, my chest pressed softly against his. I’m sure he wasn’t exactly hating that either. He’d touched me there before, and told me how soft I felt.
I liked how Billy felt too. He wasn’t a body builder, he was kind of athletic but not too athletic. Which was fine, I didn’t want a guy that felt like a bag of rocks when I touched him.
“Mmmmhmhmhmhmhmhmhm...” I was laughing without breaking our kiss. Once he did, he took no time to start questioning me.
“So when were you gonna tell me we still had cookies?” He asked, smiling at me, but using a tough guy voice.
“You didn’t exactly ask me.” I replied, giving him a kiss on the cheek.
“You could have told me anyway.” He said, his free hand teasing my tummy where the edge of my shirt rode up.
“I don’t have to they’re mine.” I bit my lip, knowing where this was going.
“Are you gonna tell me where they are?” He asked, “Or do I have to make you talk?”
“I’m not telliiiinnnnnggggg hahahahaha.” He quickly let go of my wrists, and both hands went right to my tummy.
“Tell me.” He teased, lightly tickling me, I was loving it.
“Nooohohohohoho. Ahhhh!” I laughed, then squealed as he went for my knees. Wearing hose under my jeans was making it worse.
“Tell meeee...” His tone shifted, threatening in a cute way.
“Noooohohohoho waaayhayhayhay!” This was tickling like crazy, but I didn’t want it to stop. Not yet.
He moved, grabbed my ankles and pinned them under one arm. “Last chance.” He said, as he had his fingers hooked into the tops of my socks. He looked back at me, and I stuck my tongue out at him.
“Have it your way angel.” Billy said, as my socks slid right off my feet. He started tickling away, and I was thrashing on the couch behind him.
“AAAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” I’d read recently that laughing burned calories. I couldn’t help but wonder how much he’d have to tickle me to equal a workout.
He stopped, and I began to pant, catching my breath. “Ready to tell me?” He asked, gently rubbing my feet, relieving the ticklish sensation.
“Yeah, they’re beside the couch.” I said, letting my foot slide up and down the front of his shirt. I had to admit, I was more than a little turned on.
He lifted my foot, and gently kissed my arch. “Oh I knew about those. I ate a couple this morning while you were getting dressed.”
“You what?” I sat up on my knees, getting nose to nose with him, trying not to laugh. “Why did you tickle my silly interrogating me?” I was trying to act mad, but it wasn’t working.
“It wouldn’t have been as fuuuhuhhuhhuh heh heh heh heh.” I pushed him back on the couch, sitting on him, and wiggling my nails on his sides.
“Your turn tiger.” I said.
Did I mention quarantine was going to be fun?