One day, my friend was playing with my arm, swinging it around. He feels my bicept. "Hey! You have muscles!" He said. I had conditioned a lot that week, and I was still a little sore.
I laughed. "This is all woman right here!" I said, jokingly. "What about you?" I took his arm, feeling it in return.
He flexed, and we both laughed. "Not really."
I felt his arm for a firm spot. I moved my hand higher. Suddenly, he started giggling.
"Heeheeheeheeheheheheheee!!"
I laughed, and felt it some more. He started stepping away.
"Stop! Stop! hahahaha!" He started bounding away, but with my hand still caught, wiggling into his underarm.
"Wait!" I said, laughing at him. "Let me see!"
He stopped. "Oh, I thought you were doing it on purpose." I smiled. (I love how gullible he is sometimes. It kind of makes him an easy target. 🙂) He lifted his arm a little again. "It really tickles."
I laughed. "It tickles?" I said, feeling his bicept again. It was already soft to begin with now. My hand felt a little higher.
"Yes!" He said. "My armpits are REALLY ticklish so it-..heeheeeheeheeheeehehee!!" Once again, he started giggling. I remained in that spot for a little bit, while he was still comfortable. As I reached a little higher, his laugher grew louder and higher. The rest of his body started growing tense.
"EEEEEEHEEEHeeheehehehehehehehe!!! It tickles!!"
I worked higher still, laughing at his predicament until my fingernails "unwillfully" poked into his armpit a couple times while "feeling". He YELPED. "YAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" He pulled away, successfully this time from my hands, still laughing after my hand had already left his body. I laughed at him. "That one went RIGHT into my armpit!" He exclaimed. He curled in defense and surprise, still giggling.
I laughed. "This is all woman right here!" I said, jokingly. "What about you?" I took his arm, feeling it in return.
He flexed, and we both laughed. "Not really."
I felt his arm for a firm spot. I moved my hand higher. Suddenly, he started giggling.
"Heeheeheeheeheheheheheee!!"
I laughed, and felt it some more. He started stepping away.
"Stop! Stop! hahahaha!" He started bounding away, but with my hand still caught, wiggling into his underarm.
"Wait!" I said, laughing at him. "Let me see!"
He stopped. "Oh, I thought you were doing it on purpose." I smiled. (I love how gullible he is sometimes. It kind of makes him an easy target. 🙂) He lifted his arm a little again. "It really tickles."
I laughed. "It tickles?" I said, feeling his bicept again. It was already soft to begin with now. My hand felt a little higher.
"Yes!" He said. "My armpits are REALLY ticklish so it-..heeheeeheeheeheeehehee!!" Once again, he started giggling. I remained in that spot for a little bit, while he was still comfortable. As I reached a little higher, his laugher grew louder and higher. The rest of his body started growing tense.
"EEEEEEHEEEHeeheehehehehehehehe!!! It tickles!!"
I worked higher still, laughing at his predicament until my fingernails "unwillfully" poked into his armpit a couple times while "feeling". He YELPED. "YAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!" He pulled away, successfully this time from my hands, still laughing after my hand had already left his body. I laughed at him. "That one went RIGHT into my armpit!" He exclaimed. He curled in defense and surprise, still giggling.
