One day, my two guy friends and I went to hang out. One of them drove, the other in the passenger seat, and I behind the passenger. We all love tickling each other, I and my guy friend (in the passenger seat) especially, because we are the most ticklish.
He reclined his seat back until it sat on top of my knees, and lifted his arms over his head. He was wearing a regular tee shirt and I grazed my nails under his biceps and into his armpits. he giggled and wiggled a little as I played with the hair under his sleeves. I traced my nails over his neck and ears and he squealed lightly and playfully.
At a stop light, the driver and I lifted his shirt up. "Oh god.." He tickled and squeezed his tummy and sides firmly and my friend hollered and shook and cackled. He lifted the shirt and worked up to the chest until he grazed the nipple. He shrieks and he pulls his arm down. "NO DUDE, that's my nipple!!" We all start laughing, and he pushes his arm back up and scribbles his fingers over it. He FREAKS and wriggles around in desperation as I struggle to keep his arms up.
My friend drives on and he finds a dull pen in the cup holder. As we park, he lifts his shirt up again. "NO NO NO!" At the touch of the pen, his laughter reaches a new octave. He cackles up there until he squeals high and long like a piglet in pain. We both throw our heads back and laugh hard at the surprise. He hands me another pen and we both work together on both of our friend's nipples. He screams like a child and laughs until his lungs grow tired and and all we hear are silent huffs.
We both sit there laughing and teasing. He pulled his shirt down and crossed his arms, his face flushed red, with an embarrassed grin on his face.
He reclined his seat back until it sat on top of my knees, and lifted his arms over his head. He was wearing a regular tee shirt and I grazed my nails under his biceps and into his armpits. he giggled and wiggled a little as I played with the hair under his sleeves. I traced my nails over his neck and ears and he squealed lightly and playfully.
At a stop light, the driver and I lifted his shirt up. "Oh god.." He tickled and squeezed his tummy and sides firmly and my friend hollered and shook and cackled. He lifted the shirt and worked up to the chest until he grazed the nipple. He shrieks and he pulls his arm down. "NO DUDE, that's my nipple!!" We all start laughing, and he pushes his arm back up and scribbles his fingers over it. He FREAKS and wriggles around in desperation as I struggle to keep his arms up.
My friend drives on and he finds a dull pen in the cup holder. As we park, he lifts his shirt up again. "NO NO NO!" At the touch of the pen, his laughter reaches a new octave. He cackles up there until he squeals high and long like a piglet in pain. We both throw our heads back and laugh hard at the surprise. He hands me another pen and we both work together on both of our friend's nipples. He screams like a child and laughs until his lungs grow tired and and all we hear are silent huffs.
We both sit there laughing and teasing. He pulled his shirt down and crossed his arms, his face flushed red, with an embarrassed grin on his face.
