StevePerry4Ever
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My First “Session”
This is the story of my first “session”. Now, the reason session is in quotes is because this wasn’t a full on tickle session as we’ve come to term one. But it was my first time consensually tickling a girl in a sexual manner that was known to both parties. Her name was Janelle. She was 18 and I was 20 at the time. We had been dating for maybe a year at this point. She had known that I enjoyed tickling her much to her dismay but I had kept the extent of my fetish a secret for quite some time. One day, a couple months prior to this evening, as we were laying in her bed I had just mustered up the courage and told her, “You know, I really like tickling you.”
“I know,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.
“No, I don’t think you do.” That sentence was met with a bit of a stare mixed with confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, it’s like... sexual for me. Like… I LOVE tickling you.” After an awkward but, for the most part, good conversation, I felt so much relief having finally told her. She still hated to be tickled, but knowing it was turning me on made it slightly more bearable for her.
(On a side note, we were each other’s first serious relationship. Also, Janelle kind of has a fascination with penises. She’s so adorable how excited she gets when she knows it’s getting hard. And she was always very interested, asking questions about it. It always made her giggle and turned her on.)
Anyway, back to the story. So this particular night we’re home alone at my parent’s house. Lights out. Living room floor. You get the picture. I’m probably in jeans, my sweet pumas, and a T-shirt, I can’t remember. But I do remember exactly what she was wearing. Tight blue jeans, long knee socks, converse, and tank top and a hoodie. Not exactly fantasy-wear but I love the comfortable everyday girl look, so I’m thrilled. Anyway we're kissing along and she reaches down between my legs and feels it starting to go. She asks me if she can see it. This is the first time she’d actually seen it and handled it outside of my boxers(We take it slow). She poked it and it did it’s little convulse. She was so giddy. “Oh my gosh! It moved!” A huge grin was across her face. “How big does it get?” she asked with innocent curiosity.
“Bigger” I replied.
“Can we make it bigger?”
“Sure.”
So she just stares at me, grinning while I begin to take it up to maximum warp… and then it pops into my mind.
“You know babe, there’s one way that will make it grow the fastest.”
“What’s that?” she eagerly responds.
Now at this point, I’m still super shy and embarrassed about my tickle fetish so the butterflies we’re killing me. I could actually hear my heart beating through my chest at a speed that would make you think I just finished a marathon. I leaned to whisper in her ear. “Can I tickle you?”
Her eyes popped wide.
“Tickle me? Really?”
“Yeah babe. That’ll get it there so fast.”
She agreed hesitantly, but more surprised than hesitant. “Ok. What do I do?”
“Oh it’s simple. You just have to lay there, laugh, be your adorable self and leave the rest to me.”
“Ok, but go easy. I don’t think I can take too much.”
At this point I’m trying my best not to blow it all over the place. I gotta keep it down or there won’t be a reason to tickle her I keep thinking to myself. I was so nervous I could barely start. I had tickled her before, but never in this sort of situation. Her laying there, fully accepting of the torture that was about to befall her.
I started slow… gently running my fingers up and down her ribs. She immediately sucked in air and held her breath. Her eyes forcefully shut, her grin growing and growing. Suddenly her teeth become visible. Smile growing and growing. I can hear I slight squeal coming from her mouth.
“EEEEEEEEEheeeeehee hee AHH HAHAHA. She can no longer hold back the laughter and it comes bellowing out of her. Instantly she starts rolling around and wriggling on the floor. Knowing I have to keep her still I jump on top and straddle her waste between my legs.
“Oh my gosh Mike! Noohohoho” I’ve become too impatient with the light tickles and dig my fingers right into her armpits.
Oh man, when I did that she went crazy! I was no longer on the living room floor tickling my girlfriend, I was riding a bucking bronco barely clinging to it (her ticklish pits) to stay on. Her laughter disappeared and turn to screams! Then back and forth from silent laughter to screams. I could see why she hated being tickled. She had told me her sisters and mom used to tickle her all the time so I’m guessing that how her hatred began.
“NOT THERE MIKE! NOT THERE!!!”
I stopped. I didn’t want to take it too far and ruin the mood for her.
“How about your feet?”
“I don’t know dear, I think that’ll be worse.”
“Please babe. It’s almost there(referring to my penis, that was way passed “there” by now.
“Ok,” she sighed, as she rolled up her pant legs and pulled her socks off.
I was in heaven. I was afraid that I was going to wake up. She laid back down and put her feet in my lap. They were warm, a rarity with Janelle, but soft and smooth and dry and not smelly in the least(my preference) I just paused for a moment to take in what was happening. Then my wandering fingers could wait no longer. The instant they touched her soles she was kicking and snickering something fierce. This was going to be tough. I help both ankles under my left arm.
“Oh my god!” I could her brace for what she knew she could not escape.
“I love you babe.” The comfort of my consoling words were cut short by my tickle attack. And nearly drowned out by her screaming laughter and pleading. I only tickled her feet for maybe a minute, tops. But it didn’t matter. It was pure ecstasy for me.
When I stopped, I showed her what she wanted to see. Her exhaustion disappeared and her excitement returned. “Oh, you weren’t kidding. You LOVE tickling me,” she giggled.
After that she gave me the first handjob of our relationship. It was a good night.
This is the story of my first “session”. Now, the reason session is in quotes is because this wasn’t a full on tickle session as we’ve come to term one. But it was my first time consensually tickling a girl in a sexual manner that was known to both parties. Her name was Janelle. She was 18 and I was 20 at the time. We had been dating for maybe a year at this point. She had known that I enjoyed tickling her much to her dismay but I had kept the extent of my fetish a secret for quite some time. One day, a couple months prior to this evening, as we were laying in her bed I had just mustered up the courage and told her, “You know, I really like tickling you.”
“I know,” she sighed, rolling her eyes.
“No, I don’t think you do.” That sentence was met with a bit of a stare mixed with confusion.
“What do you mean?”
“I mean, it’s like... sexual for me. Like… I LOVE tickling you.” After an awkward but, for the most part, good conversation, I felt so much relief having finally told her. She still hated to be tickled, but knowing it was turning me on made it slightly more bearable for her.
(On a side note, we were each other’s first serious relationship. Also, Janelle kind of has a fascination with penises. She’s so adorable how excited she gets when she knows it’s getting hard. And she was always very interested, asking questions about it. It always made her giggle and turned her on.)
Anyway, back to the story. So this particular night we’re home alone at my parent’s house. Lights out. Living room floor. You get the picture. I’m probably in jeans, my sweet pumas, and a T-shirt, I can’t remember. But I do remember exactly what she was wearing. Tight blue jeans, long knee socks, converse, and tank top and a hoodie. Not exactly fantasy-wear but I love the comfortable everyday girl look, so I’m thrilled. Anyway we're kissing along and she reaches down between my legs and feels it starting to go. She asks me if she can see it. This is the first time she’d actually seen it and handled it outside of my boxers(We take it slow). She poked it and it did it’s little convulse. She was so giddy. “Oh my gosh! It moved!” A huge grin was across her face. “How big does it get?” she asked with innocent curiosity.
“Bigger” I replied.
“Can we make it bigger?”
“Sure.”
So she just stares at me, grinning while I begin to take it up to maximum warp… and then it pops into my mind.
“You know babe, there’s one way that will make it grow the fastest.”
“What’s that?” she eagerly responds.
Now at this point, I’m still super shy and embarrassed about my tickle fetish so the butterflies we’re killing me. I could actually hear my heart beating through my chest at a speed that would make you think I just finished a marathon. I leaned to whisper in her ear. “Can I tickle you?”
Her eyes popped wide.
“Tickle me? Really?”
“Yeah babe. That’ll get it there so fast.”
She agreed hesitantly, but more surprised than hesitant. “Ok. What do I do?”
“Oh it’s simple. You just have to lay there, laugh, be your adorable self and leave the rest to me.”
“Ok, but go easy. I don’t think I can take too much.”
At this point I’m trying my best not to blow it all over the place. I gotta keep it down or there won’t be a reason to tickle her I keep thinking to myself. I was so nervous I could barely start. I had tickled her before, but never in this sort of situation. Her laying there, fully accepting of the torture that was about to befall her.
I started slow… gently running my fingers up and down her ribs. She immediately sucked in air and held her breath. Her eyes forcefully shut, her grin growing and growing. Suddenly her teeth become visible. Smile growing and growing. I can hear I slight squeal coming from her mouth.
“EEEEEEEEEheeeeehee hee AHH HAHAHA. She can no longer hold back the laughter and it comes bellowing out of her. Instantly she starts rolling around and wriggling on the floor. Knowing I have to keep her still I jump on top and straddle her waste between my legs.
“Oh my gosh Mike! Noohohoho” I’ve become too impatient with the light tickles and dig my fingers right into her armpits.
Oh man, when I did that she went crazy! I was no longer on the living room floor tickling my girlfriend, I was riding a bucking bronco barely clinging to it (her ticklish pits) to stay on. Her laughter disappeared and turn to screams! Then back and forth from silent laughter to screams. I could see why she hated being tickled. She had told me her sisters and mom used to tickle her all the time so I’m guessing that how her hatred began.
“NOT THERE MIKE! NOT THERE!!!”
I stopped. I didn’t want to take it too far and ruin the mood for her.
“How about your feet?”
“I don’t know dear, I think that’ll be worse.”
“Please babe. It’s almost there(referring to my penis, that was way passed “there” by now.
“Ok,” she sighed, as she rolled up her pant legs and pulled her socks off.
I was in heaven. I was afraid that I was going to wake up. She laid back down and put her feet in my lap. They were warm, a rarity with Janelle, but soft and smooth and dry and not smelly in the least(my preference) I just paused for a moment to take in what was happening. Then my wandering fingers could wait no longer. The instant they touched her soles she was kicking and snickering something fierce. This was going to be tough. I help both ankles under my left arm.
“Oh my god!” I could her brace for what she knew she could not escape.
“I love you babe.” The comfort of my consoling words were cut short by my tickle attack. And nearly drowned out by her screaming laughter and pleading. I only tickled her feet for maybe a minute, tops. But it didn’t matter. It was pure ecstasy for me.
When I stopped, I showed her what she wanted to see. Her exhaustion disappeared and her excitement returned. “Oh, you weren’t kidding. You LOVE tickling me,” she giggled.
After that she gave me the first handjob of our relationship. It was a good night.
