Growing up, my best female friend was another girl living over the road called "Clare". I was a few months older than her; we have known each other since we were tiny, and we thought of each other practically as a brother and sister; as such, ours was a purely platonic relationship of a very high order. I got to tickle her very often, though I want to stress how playful and unsexual it always was.
As we grew up I was the "best friend", being told secrets and offering boy advice etc. She would always come to me when she was stressed or upset, and I always knew exactly how to cheer her up. She loved to be gently tickled, and told me it always made her feel better. These particular episodes stick in the mind:
We were at a friends house in summer once; both of us had probably just turned, or were about to turn 20. She was sitting on the sofa whilst I sat on the floor leaning on her legs. She was being silly, playfully ruffling my hair which she had styled for me earlier. I smiled indulgently at her, pretending to be annoyed, before saying something like "if u keep that up, I'll have to get u back... and I know aaaaaaaaalll ur weaknesses" before suddenly grabbing her feet and starting to tickle them. She laughed and pulled away almost immediately (her feet were always her worst spot) before admitting defeat and telling me to come up on the sofa where she could keep an eye on me. She jumped up on my lap, but then the other girl sitting next to her got called to the bbq (it was one of those awesome teen summer all-day parties that seem to stop once you turn 21), so Clare took her space, before turning to lie down with her legs in my lap. I pretended to make a big deal out of it ("you're crushing me!" etc) and gave her knees a quick squeeze. She giggled and said, in the sweetest voice "you know I'm ticklish there! Tickle my feet instead!"
I didnt need to be told twice. I took both her socked feet in my lap and began wriggling my fingers gently over her soles. She closed her eyes and I could see her giggling silently, flexing her soles to let me cover every inch of them. It was bliss as we lay there for the next hour.Occasionally I would stop and give her a break, but she would stick her tongue out and tell me it really nice and not to stop.
A week or so later, she was practically living around mine after an argument with her family. One day she was upset and said "tickle my feet again. That always makes me smile!" She lay down on my sofa, before adding "and let me see if ur ticklish as well". I grinned at her, and lay down at her feet, so my we were kind of head to tail. She said the game would be to make the other person laugh. We both started gently tickling each others feet, and she soon started giggling happily. I was way less ticklish, so she soon gave up and asked me to experiment, giving me suggestions for different ways to tickle her etc. I think she really loved it and admitted to feeling loads better. We spent a good afternoon this way, and I still remember it now as one of the nicest experiences of my life.
I was very close with Clare up until she got into a serious relationship recently, and there were always countless quick tickles, play fights etc which I may write about another time.
As we grew up I was the "best friend", being told secrets and offering boy advice etc. She would always come to me when she was stressed or upset, and I always knew exactly how to cheer her up. She loved to be gently tickled, and told me it always made her feel better. These particular episodes stick in the mind:
We were at a friends house in summer once; both of us had probably just turned, or were about to turn 20. She was sitting on the sofa whilst I sat on the floor leaning on her legs. She was being silly, playfully ruffling my hair which she had styled for me earlier. I smiled indulgently at her, pretending to be annoyed, before saying something like "if u keep that up, I'll have to get u back... and I know aaaaaaaaalll ur weaknesses" before suddenly grabbing her feet and starting to tickle them. She laughed and pulled away almost immediately (her feet were always her worst spot) before admitting defeat and telling me to come up on the sofa where she could keep an eye on me. She jumped up on my lap, but then the other girl sitting next to her got called to the bbq (it was one of those awesome teen summer all-day parties that seem to stop once you turn 21), so Clare took her space, before turning to lie down with her legs in my lap. I pretended to make a big deal out of it ("you're crushing me!" etc) and gave her knees a quick squeeze. She giggled and said, in the sweetest voice "you know I'm ticklish there! Tickle my feet instead!"
I didnt need to be told twice. I took both her socked feet in my lap and began wriggling my fingers gently over her soles. She closed her eyes and I could see her giggling silently, flexing her soles to let me cover every inch of them. It was bliss as we lay there for the next hour.Occasionally I would stop and give her a break, but she would stick her tongue out and tell me it really nice and not to stop.
A week or so later, she was practically living around mine after an argument with her family. One day she was upset and said "tickle my feet again. That always makes me smile!" She lay down on my sofa, before adding "and let me see if ur ticklish as well". I grinned at her, and lay down at her feet, so my we were kind of head to tail. She said the game would be to make the other person laugh. We both started gently tickling each others feet, and she soon started giggling happily. I was way less ticklish, so she soon gave up and asked me to experiment, giving me suggestions for different ways to tickle her etc. I think she really loved it and admitted to feeling loads better. We spent a good afternoon this way, and I still remember it now as one of the nicest experiences of my life.
I was very close with Clare up until she got into a serious relationship recently, and there were always countless quick tickles, play fights etc which I may write about another time.
