One of my favorite tickles happened in my senior year of high school. It involved a friend, I’ll call her Cathy. She was a good friend but nothing more. We hung around together a lot and worked in the Drama Group together. I first found out she was ticklish one day when some other friends of hers were visiting her house.
One of them kept poking her in the ribs causing her to squirm and giggle. After she started to try and cover up her ribs he began to tickle her foot, which she had curled up on the couch. After a few tickles she moved her feet and put them on the seat I was sitting in, which was directly across from her.
This was at the very start of our friendship and I was debating myself on if I should try and tickle her or not. She had pudgy little feet with a very high arch and little plump toes. I guess I was staring at them when the guy who was tickling her said to me; “She’s really ticklish”.
Cathy said; “I’m OK. I trust him”. Then she looked at me and said; “I can trust you, can’t I?” I was really torn. Do I build a trusting relationship or do I just take the opportunity and get a, what I was sure would be a short tickle? Obviously I would give in and replied; “Sure you can trust me.”
She turned her head and smiled at her friend and started to say; “See, I had…..” and then she shrieked as I grabbed her ankle and began to spider tickle the sole of her foot. “You can trust me to tickle you if you give me your foot like this”. Laughing, twisting and screaming I held her ankle tight and kept tickling her.
She twisted so much that she turned completely over and slipped off the couch and was kneeling in front of it, banging it with her fist, begging for me to stop. To this day I don’t think I’ve ever tickled someone that was so ticklish. Even though I only tickled her for about 45 seconds and stopped, she was spent. She was so weak that when I let go of her ankle she didn’t pull away her foot. It just sat there in my lap as she tried to catch her breath.
When she finally was about better she wheezed; “Oh my God, I thought I was going to die!!” After a few more seconds of her leaving her foot in my lap I couldn’t resist the opportunity and started to lightly tickle her sole again. Though I wasn’t restraining her she didn’t move from the very light tickling she screamed out; “Oh God please not again. Don’t tickle me again!” She started to giggle again but then I guess she figured out she wasn’t being held and snatched away her foot and curled up in a ball on the floor.
The funny part came when this other guy reached down and started to tickle her ribs and her feet back and forth between the two for a few seconds when Cathy’s Mother came in to see what all the screaming was about and caught him trying to tickle her. She yelled at him, (I forget his name so let’s call him Tom); “TOM!!! That’s enough of that. Why don’t you just leave with your friend and not come back until you can not torture my Daughter”. I started to get up feeling rather sheepish but Mom said; “Not you Sherm, I mean those two”.
There were a lot of but… but… buts and she said “But nothing, go!”
I got down on a knee and touched Cathy’s arm and said; “Let me help you up”. I helped her up as the other 2 guys left. Cathy was too spent to say anything and just slumped on the couch. I was in like Flint with Mom. All was good for the moment. I sat next to Cathy with my arm around her and we started to talk.
Funny how those things work out. A great friendship started even though I caused most of the trouble. The 2 guys never came back and Cathy and I became great friends and I tickled her often but my favorite tickle comes in Part 2, (longest intro you ever read isn’t it?)….lol
One of them kept poking her in the ribs causing her to squirm and giggle. After she started to try and cover up her ribs he began to tickle her foot, which she had curled up on the couch. After a few tickles she moved her feet and put them on the seat I was sitting in, which was directly across from her.
This was at the very start of our friendship and I was debating myself on if I should try and tickle her or not. She had pudgy little feet with a very high arch and little plump toes. I guess I was staring at them when the guy who was tickling her said to me; “She’s really ticklish”.
Cathy said; “I’m OK. I trust him”. Then she looked at me and said; “I can trust you, can’t I?” I was really torn. Do I build a trusting relationship or do I just take the opportunity and get a, what I was sure would be a short tickle? Obviously I would give in and replied; “Sure you can trust me.”
She turned her head and smiled at her friend and started to say; “See, I had…..” and then she shrieked as I grabbed her ankle and began to spider tickle the sole of her foot. “You can trust me to tickle you if you give me your foot like this”. Laughing, twisting and screaming I held her ankle tight and kept tickling her.
She twisted so much that she turned completely over and slipped off the couch and was kneeling in front of it, banging it with her fist, begging for me to stop. To this day I don’t think I’ve ever tickled someone that was so ticklish. Even though I only tickled her for about 45 seconds and stopped, she was spent. She was so weak that when I let go of her ankle she didn’t pull away her foot. It just sat there in my lap as she tried to catch her breath.
When she finally was about better she wheezed; “Oh my God, I thought I was going to die!!” After a few more seconds of her leaving her foot in my lap I couldn’t resist the opportunity and started to lightly tickle her sole again. Though I wasn’t restraining her she didn’t move from the very light tickling she screamed out; “Oh God please not again. Don’t tickle me again!” She started to giggle again but then I guess she figured out she wasn’t being held and snatched away her foot and curled up in a ball on the floor.
The funny part came when this other guy reached down and started to tickle her ribs and her feet back and forth between the two for a few seconds when Cathy’s Mother came in to see what all the screaming was about and caught him trying to tickle her. She yelled at him, (I forget his name so let’s call him Tom); “TOM!!! That’s enough of that. Why don’t you just leave with your friend and not come back until you can not torture my Daughter”. I started to get up feeling rather sheepish but Mom said; “Not you Sherm, I mean those two”.
There were a lot of but… but… buts and she said “But nothing, go!”
I got down on a knee and touched Cathy’s arm and said; “Let me help you up”. I helped her up as the other 2 guys left. Cathy was too spent to say anything and just slumped on the couch. I was in like Flint with Mom. All was good for the moment. I sat next to Cathy with my arm around her and we started to talk.
Funny how those things work out. A great friendship started even though I caused most of the trouble. The 2 guys never came back and Cathy and I became great friends and I tickled her often but my favorite tickle comes in Part 2, (longest intro you ever read isn’t it?)….lol
