Yesterday there were a few tickles that were shared at a small party. My close friends and I were catching up after the holidays and such. Three guys, two girls (including me). We ended up doing weird cuddly things, like making a central footrest on top of each other. Not much of anything, but the two guys from the previous story snuck some tickles to my feet and sides, but more relaxing and nothing I can't handle.
We were sitting on a couch, me and my girlfriend on one side, my guy friend on the other, and the other two guys had their own separate chairs. My guy friend next to me laid down behind me and poked at my girl friend's side and she squeaked. He continued to poke her and she tensed up and tried to stay still in her seat, but jumped and squeaked whenever he touched her. "Awwww, Vicky's tickliiish!" My girl friend freezes "mmmmmph!" my other guy friend sitting in the chair across from me starts poking at her stomach.
"Oh my gosh-ee! Ah! Nooo!"
I looked at her, and squeezed her side and tickled her knee "Why didn't I know this about you?"
A couple times she ALMOST got up to sit somewhere else. At that point we ceased the tickling, and the guy across from me was starting to go for my other friend, jabbing him in the stomach.
"Ow, no!" He shoved his hands away from him, and I squeezed his side and he started making this bubbly, kiddish laughter that I thought I'd never hear again. It's not quite as loud as I had first heard it when I found out he was ticklish in high school, but it had the same essence, though softer and still jumpy. "No-AHhahah! Marz stop!" He pushed my hand away from him and I poked him on his stomach to focus his defense somewhere else before squeezing up and down his side again "AHahahAHAHA no!!! AAHhhaha!" When I squeezed up around his ribs, he jumped and reached a squeaky second in his laughter. And he squeezed my sides in return.
Now, I have more self control, so I laughed under my breath and huffed at the rougher squeezes.
Later on people rearranged their seats in the events of getting food and drinks and what-have-you. Eventually I was on the end of the couch, and my other guy friend (who was left out of the couch tickles) used my lap to rest his feet. I let him be completely comfortable, (for a while). I even held his ankles on my lap as people shifted around. We started talking again, and I did the "claw thing" on his knee, and he jerked a little, but didn't make a noise. He shrugged it off a bit and I did it again.
"Does that tickle?" and he jerked again and started giggling "heeheehee! I'm so ticklish. Stop!!" He kicked his leg around before he put them back on my lap. I started to spark a reminiscent conversation about how we used to tickle each other in high school. "You would threaten to break my arm!" I dragged my finger down his shin, and he shivered, "Uuuugggghhhhh!!!" he rubbed it and he leaned back again. "Oh my gosh I'm so ticklish.." That was when I took my other hand and with a single finger approached his heel like a hook and he fully retreated and took his feet off me before I could even touch it. "Agh! I can even feel it when you come near it! hahaaha"
And that was that. lol.
We were sitting on a couch, me and my girlfriend on one side, my guy friend on the other, and the other two guys had their own separate chairs. My guy friend next to me laid down behind me and poked at my girl friend's side and she squeaked. He continued to poke her and she tensed up and tried to stay still in her seat, but jumped and squeaked whenever he touched her. "Awwww, Vicky's tickliiish!" My girl friend freezes "mmmmmph!" my other guy friend sitting in the chair across from me starts poking at her stomach.
"Oh my gosh-ee! Ah! Nooo!"
I looked at her, and squeezed her side and tickled her knee "Why didn't I know this about you?"
A couple times she ALMOST got up to sit somewhere else. At that point we ceased the tickling, and the guy across from me was starting to go for my other friend, jabbing him in the stomach.
"Ow, no!" He shoved his hands away from him, and I squeezed his side and he started making this bubbly, kiddish laughter that I thought I'd never hear again. It's not quite as loud as I had first heard it when I found out he was ticklish in high school, but it had the same essence, though softer and still jumpy. "No-AHhahah! Marz stop!" He pushed my hand away from him and I poked him on his stomach to focus his defense somewhere else before squeezing up and down his side again "AHahahAHAHA no!!! AAHhhaha!" When I squeezed up around his ribs, he jumped and reached a squeaky second in his laughter. And he squeezed my sides in return.
Now, I have more self control, so I laughed under my breath and huffed at the rougher squeezes.
Later on people rearranged their seats in the events of getting food and drinks and what-have-you. Eventually I was on the end of the couch, and my other guy friend (who was left out of the couch tickles) used my lap to rest his feet. I let him be completely comfortable, (for a while). I even held his ankles on my lap as people shifted around. We started talking again, and I did the "claw thing" on his knee, and he jerked a little, but didn't make a noise. He shrugged it off a bit and I did it again.
"Does that tickle?" and he jerked again and started giggling "heeheehee! I'm so ticklish. Stop!!" He kicked his leg around before he put them back on my lap. I started to spark a reminiscent conversation about how we used to tickle each other in high school. "You would threaten to break my arm!" I dragged my finger down his shin, and he shivered, "Uuuugggghhhhh!!!" he rubbed it and he leaned back again. "Oh my gosh I'm so ticklish.." That was when I took my other hand and with a single finger approached his heel like a hook and he fully retreated and took his feet off me before I could even touch it. "Agh! I can even feel it when you come near it! hahaaha"
And that was that. lol.
