SmallHomunculus
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I recently became close with this guy, Derrick, in my Journalism class. We both like one another, but due to implicit circumstances, dating is not possible. However, we are still really good friends, and enjoy partaking in our version of constant flirting, consisting of physical violence and the exchange of insults.
One of our favorite pastimes is to wrestle with one another during class. (We get away with it because the classroom is huge, the teacher is quite laid back, and we are two of his favorite students.) Now, I’m a small girl, just under 5’0” and clocking in about 90 lbs., but I’m stubborn and quite persistent (it is probably my napoleon complex.) Derrick, however, is pretty tall, over 6’1”, though he is on the skinnier side. Thus during our matches, he is usually the one winning. Well, a couple weeks ago, we were sitting in the beanbag chairs (like I said, laid back class) at the back of the room, when I decided to punch him. He turned toward me and warned me not to do it again. So of course, I did, with a huge grin on my face.
"I warned you,” he said, quickly grabbing my wrist as I attempted to punch him a third time. “Now I’ll really give you something to smile about!” With that, he poked my now exposed side, causing me to yelp loudly and immediately try to violently jerk away (of course I didn’t go anywhere with his grip on my arm). He looked surprised at the intensity of my reaction, loosening his grip enough for me to escape.
"Wow, you’re really ticklish, aren’t you?” He asked. I felt my face turning red, and I shook my head. Like many others, my fondness for being tickled is my deepest secret, and a constant source of inward embarrassment.
“No you just surprised me!” I lied poorly. He knew I was bullshitting him, and I watched as a familiar expression of wicked intent spread across his face.
“Bullshit.” He replied, calling me out. Before I knew what was happening, he had grabbed my wrist again, and with his other arm went to attack my side. I attempted to defend myself with my free hand, but he quickly grabbed a hold of that one, too. As his hands were now both occupied with the task of controlling mine, I, stupidly, felt safe.
“Hah, now what?” I smirked, all the while trying to pull my hands free. Still wearing that smile, he was able to take both my wrists in one hand. He then placed his knee on one of my legs so I wouldn’t wiggle away and immediately began tickling my sides with full force. I was fighting like crazy while trying not to let my laughter get too loud (we were in school during class!), both of which I was failing at. And because I was trapped, his ticklish assult was nonstop. He only tickled me for about 30 seconds before finally letting me go.
“Guess I just really surprised you that time, right?” Derrick said laughing while I stood up to readjust myself.
“You jerk!” I then replied, kicking him. Since he’s found out about this weakness of mine, he makes it a point to test just how ticklish I am during our little matches, though, of course, he has no idea about my little secret. I have more stories I may post if anyone is interested.
