(I need to start writing shorter stories. This is the second time I've written a story and my session timed out, and had to write it all over again -____-)
My boyfriend and I went to the park again today for a picnic. We had our sandwiches and started talking, and of course, soon enough, we started tickling.
We began with the poking. At one point, I was turned so my back was facing him, and he began stroking his fingers up and down my back, which I LOVE. 😀 and then all of a sudden, I felt all his fingers dig and wiggle inside my armpits. "AAH!!! hahahahahaha!" I wiggled and laughed. He laughed at me, and continued. I then turned around to face him, and try the same thing on him. I worked and wiggled my fingers into his armpits, and he did the same to me. I jumped and giggled each time the tried a new spot in my armpits. He laughed, too, but it was mostly at me.
Later on, I tried to pull his leg out from under him so I could take off his shoe. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm just trying to pull your leg out from under you."
"Well, what's wrong? You can't do THIS?" He grabbed my ankles and pulled them straight in front of me, and he took off both of my shoes and tossed them on either side of us. I pulled my legs back in, and tried again on him. It took all my strength but eventually I pulled out his leg and took off his shoe and tossed it aside. I sighed and pulled out the other leg. I tried to take the other shoe off as well, but when he saw I couldn't do it, he loosened it off his foot himself and let it fall next to me. "There, happy?" he said. I pouted at him, and he pulled his socked feet back under him in cross-legged position.
I reached my hand out to tickle his foot, but he slapped it away. "NO." he said. I tried again and again, but he responded the same way. "Well, why not?"
"Because!"
"Well, you do it to me all the time!" I said.
"Nuh-uh! I don't do it to your feet!"
I laughed. "That's because no where else works other than your feet!" I said, reaching again. "Besides, my feet aren't ticklish anyway, so you're at loss." I reached out and tickled his foot again, and he slapped it away. "NO."
We did this for a while. Every time I would try to tickle his foot, he would slap it away with the same reaction. We also argued like this as well. "What's wroong?" I teased. "You don't like it?"
"No, I don't like it!"
"You don't think it feels funny?" I asked him
"No, it feels weird!" I reached my hands on either side to reach his feet. He tried all his might to block them from me. Once he leaned forward with his head down, and used his forearms to block his feet. To this, I reached over him, and tickled his armpits, to which he used his arms to block his sides, leaving his feet vulnerable, and I continued. Another time, I tickled his foot, and he grabbed mine, and tried tickling it as well. Unbothered, by this, I continued my assault. When he gave up, he pouted and dropped my ankle.
As I tickled his foot, I noticed that his toes were curling and his foot was scrunching up under his sock. "Hmm..." I said, curiously, "Your toes are curled..." I pulled his foot out a little bit by his toes, so they weren't completely under him. I firmly pulled his toes back with my fingers. "NOOOO!!!" With my other hand, I used my fingernails to attack his soles, arch, and what I could of underneath his toes. "AAAHHH! hahh.." I noticed his breathing to fast and heavy, as if he were to laugh out loud. His body squirmed and shook. I felt him panic as he tried to get away. He frantically pushed my hands away from his foot, and started rubbing it. I looked up into his eyes. His face was flushed pink, his lips were tightly sealed, and his eyes were glossed over. I smiled at him, slyly. This incident only lasted a couple seconds, but it was worth seeing it on his face. 🙂
Later on, his back started hurting from hunching over, so he lay down on his stomach across from me with his arms folded under his head. His shirt was riding up. I eyed the soft brown and pink sunburned belly partially exposed from under the shirt. I also eyed his socked feet on the other side. I reached out and lightly tickled the exposed side with my fingernails. He started, and pulled his shirt down with one hand. "No. No bare skin. It feels weird." As he reached his arm up again, his shirt rode up once more.
"Why?" I asked. "Does it tickle?"
"No, it just feels weirder than under the shirt."
"So it tickles." I said. And I knelt over him and tickled both his exposed sides with my fingernails he jumped again, and pulled down his shirt with both arms, and he kicked around. When I stopped, he went back into his regular position, and his shirt stretched over his pants leaving no exposed areas.
Next was the backs of his knees just peeking out from the hemline of his shorts. I reached out and tickled those too. He kicked his legs up behind him to fold over the area. "Now that just feels weird!" he said.
"Does it tickle?" I asked, doing it again. Both his legs kicked up.
"No, it just feels really weird!"
I smiled at him. "Are you sure about that?"
He smiled. "Yup." I reached up and tickled his feet to make his legs drop. "AH!" I tickled the back of each knee one at a time, and I watched his legs kick up one at a time with each touch, and I tickled his feet to drop them back down. He started giggling. I did this again, and he kicked his leg back, and leaned it my way toward my face. "Sniff it." He said. I grabbed his ankle and pushed it back down to the ground, and I crawled on top of his legs. I tried to stay over them, but his legs were too strong to keep hold of. With that one leg, I held his ankle with one hand, and tickled it with the other, but his leg just kept kicking up and down. He laughed at how I looked, going up and down, following his leg. Pretty soon, he turned around and sat back cross-legged next to me, as I continued to try and tickle his foot. He looked around for a way to keep his foot blocked. He slapped my hand away and tucked his foot underneath the towel we were sitting on. "There.." he said, relieved. I looked at it. He smiled, thinking he was clever. I reached over, and used my fingernails to firmly stroke the ball of his foot from under the towel. He jumped. "AH! DANGIT! It still doesn't work!" I laughed. "It still tickles?" And I continued, and he looked around for something else. He grabbed his shoes and at long last, put them on his feet. "Aww.." I said, disappointed.
Once his feet were safely protected, he glared at me. My eyes went wide, and he went straight for my upper body. He tickled my armpits, my ribs, sides, and tummy, constantly through the rest of the day. 🙂
My boyfriend and I went to the park again today for a picnic. We had our sandwiches and started talking, and of course, soon enough, we started tickling.
We began with the poking. At one point, I was turned so my back was facing him, and he began stroking his fingers up and down my back, which I LOVE. 😀 and then all of a sudden, I felt all his fingers dig and wiggle inside my armpits. "AAH!!! hahahahahaha!" I wiggled and laughed. He laughed at me, and continued. I then turned around to face him, and try the same thing on him. I worked and wiggled my fingers into his armpits, and he did the same to me. I jumped and giggled each time the tried a new spot in my armpits. He laughed, too, but it was mostly at me.
Later on, I tried to pull his leg out from under him so I could take off his shoe. "What are you doing?" he asked.
"I'm just trying to pull your leg out from under you."
"Well, what's wrong? You can't do THIS?" He grabbed my ankles and pulled them straight in front of me, and he took off both of my shoes and tossed them on either side of us. I pulled my legs back in, and tried again on him. It took all my strength but eventually I pulled out his leg and took off his shoe and tossed it aside. I sighed and pulled out the other leg. I tried to take the other shoe off as well, but when he saw I couldn't do it, he loosened it off his foot himself and let it fall next to me. "There, happy?" he said. I pouted at him, and he pulled his socked feet back under him in cross-legged position.
I reached my hand out to tickle his foot, but he slapped it away. "NO." he said. I tried again and again, but he responded the same way. "Well, why not?"
"Because!"
"Well, you do it to me all the time!" I said.
"Nuh-uh! I don't do it to your feet!"
I laughed. "That's because no where else works other than your feet!" I said, reaching again. "Besides, my feet aren't ticklish anyway, so you're at loss." I reached out and tickled his foot again, and he slapped it away. "NO."
We did this for a while. Every time I would try to tickle his foot, he would slap it away with the same reaction. We also argued like this as well. "What's wroong?" I teased. "You don't like it?"
"No, I don't like it!"
"You don't think it feels funny?" I asked him
"No, it feels weird!" I reached my hands on either side to reach his feet. He tried all his might to block them from me. Once he leaned forward with his head down, and used his forearms to block his feet. To this, I reached over him, and tickled his armpits, to which he used his arms to block his sides, leaving his feet vulnerable, and I continued. Another time, I tickled his foot, and he grabbed mine, and tried tickling it as well. Unbothered, by this, I continued my assault. When he gave up, he pouted and dropped my ankle.
As I tickled his foot, I noticed that his toes were curling and his foot was scrunching up under his sock. "Hmm..." I said, curiously, "Your toes are curled..." I pulled his foot out a little bit by his toes, so they weren't completely under him. I firmly pulled his toes back with my fingers. "NOOOO!!!" With my other hand, I used my fingernails to attack his soles, arch, and what I could of underneath his toes. "AAAHHH! hahh.." I noticed his breathing to fast and heavy, as if he were to laugh out loud. His body squirmed and shook. I felt him panic as he tried to get away. He frantically pushed my hands away from his foot, and started rubbing it. I looked up into his eyes. His face was flushed pink, his lips were tightly sealed, and his eyes were glossed over. I smiled at him, slyly. This incident only lasted a couple seconds, but it was worth seeing it on his face. 🙂
Later on, his back started hurting from hunching over, so he lay down on his stomach across from me with his arms folded under his head. His shirt was riding up. I eyed the soft brown and pink sunburned belly partially exposed from under the shirt. I also eyed his socked feet on the other side. I reached out and lightly tickled the exposed side with my fingernails. He started, and pulled his shirt down with one hand. "No. No bare skin. It feels weird." As he reached his arm up again, his shirt rode up once more.
"Why?" I asked. "Does it tickle?"
"No, it just feels weirder than under the shirt."
"So it tickles." I said. And I knelt over him and tickled both his exposed sides with my fingernails he jumped again, and pulled down his shirt with both arms, and he kicked around. When I stopped, he went back into his regular position, and his shirt stretched over his pants leaving no exposed areas.
Next was the backs of his knees just peeking out from the hemline of his shorts. I reached out and tickled those too. He kicked his legs up behind him to fold over the area. "Now that just feels weird!" he said.
"Does it tickle?" I asked, doing it again. Both his legs kicked up.
"No, it just feels really weird!"
I smiled at him. "Are you sure about that?"
He smiled. "Yup." I reached up and tickled his feet to make his legs drop. "AH!" I tickled the back of each knee one at a time, and I watched his legs kick up one at a time with each touch, and I tickled his feet to drop them back down. He started giggling. I did this again, and he kicked his leg back, and leaned it my way toward my face. "Sniff it." He said. I grabbed his ankle and pushed it back down to the ground, and I crawled on top of his legs. I tried to stay over them, but his legs were too strong to keep hold of. With that one leg, I held his ankle with one hand, and tickled it with the other, but his leg just kept kicking up and down. He laughed at how I looked, going up and down, following his leg. Pretty soon, he turned around and sat back cross-legged next to me, as I continued to try and tickle his foot. He looked around for a way to keep his foot blocked. He slapped my hand away and tucked his foot underneath the towel we were sitting on. "There.." he said, relieved. I looked at it. He smiled, thinking he was clever. I reached over, and used my fingernails to firmly stroke the ball of his foot from under the towel. He jumped. "AH! DANGIT! It still doesn't work!" I laughed. "It still tickles?" And I continued, and he looked around for something else. He grabbed his shoes and at long last, put them on his feet. "Aww.." I said, disappointed.
Once his feet were safely protected, he glared at me. My eyes went wide, and he went straight for my upper body. He tickled my armpits, my ribs, sides, and tummy, constantly through the rest of the day. 🙂
