Eternal Tomboy
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Party tickles...part 2 added at the bottom of the thread
I used to work at a bookstore, and although I'm no longer there, I'm still frequently asked to attend parties that my old co-workers throw. I found out (strictly by chance) about this particular party when I went into the bookstore to both browse around and chit-chat with my friends who still work there. While there, I saw my friend Max, and went over to say hi to him. Normally, we are pretty flirtateous with each other (lots of hugs, play fights, and wiseass comments from both of us), but on this particular occasion, when I went to get a hug from him, he said that he couldn't because "the boss" was watching. Now, if you knew Max, you'd know that he doesn't usually give a shit about WHAT his boss thinks, but in this case I didn't question it, and just gave him a wounded puppy dog look (complete with pouty lips and quivering chin) when I walked away. In the meantime, I talked with my friend Beth (who also works there), and had myself a Chai. Beth said that she was having a party later that night, and I should come. I said I'd think about it, and then let her get back to work.
While I was browsing through the books, I heard Max say "Hey....what'cha lookin' for?" over my shoulder, but decided to play as aloof as he had just done with me about a half hour before.
"Nothing" was all I offered.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" he asked.
I turned around, and tried to feign a snotty attitude. I glared at him and put my hands on my hips. In truth, I wasn't all that wounded, but it was fun to mess with him. After giving him a dirty look, I turned back around, and said "Nope...not at all." I continued to look through the stacks, but at this point, the game of cat and mouse between me and Max had most of my attention.
"Yes you are....admit it." he said.
"No I'm not.....(turned back around, glared at him again)....REALLY." I said and turned my attention, once again, back to the books. "Don't you have WORK to do...wouldn't want you to get in trouble." I said in a tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Bossman went back into his office to finish up some paperwork."
"Oh." was all I said and contiued to pull out books (that I had no real interest in looking at) and put them back on the shelves.
"Hey, you goin' to Beth's party later?" he asked, trying to get me engaged in conversation.
“I dunno....maybe.” I said shortly.
“Well, you should come...even if you ARE mad at me.” he said and nudged me with his shoulder.
“I’m NOT mad.” I said a bit snottier than I intended.
"Yes you are. Just admit it..." he said and wiggled one of his fingers in the spot where my neck meets my shoulders (right around the collarbone area.)
I wasn't expecting this ticklish attack (some playful punches or a shove perhaps, but not tickles...he's not usually one to use that kind of thing on me.) An loud squeak escaped my mouth, and my knees seemed to unhinge. I landed in a position on the floor that made me look like a frog.
He cracked up. "What's the matter, ticklish?" he asked, still laughing.
"NO!" I fired back lamely. "You just caught me off guard."
"Yes you are...you are such a liar!" he said and crouched down on the floor where I was and wiggled his finger around my neck again.
"Max, don't!!" I giggled, but tried my hardest not to. Because we were in a bookstore, I was really trying to be quiet, but I was failing miserably. I was extremely thankful that it was after 10pm, and the store was mostly empty (they close at 11pm).
He stopped tickling, and just smiled at me. “Not ticklish, huh?”
“Shut up.” was all I said back, and got up off the floor.
“Well, I hope you come to the party later. It’ll be fun.” he said.
“Maybe.” I said, knowing full-well that I probably would..
He walked away with a grin on his face that was a bit too smug for my taste.
After the store closed, we all went back to Beth’s house. There were quite a few friends there that I knew from the bookstore, and some new employees that I had never met. I had fun catching up with some people I hadn’t talked to in awhile, and I had a couple of drinks. Then, as I’m talking to one of my friends, I see Max walk through the front door carrying a six pack. He says hi to a few people, and then our eyes meet. He walks over to me, puts his six pack down on the kitchen table, and opens up his arms as if he wants a hug.
“Oh, NOW you want a hug?” I said, with a hint of a grin on my face. “We’d better not...you never know who’s watching.” I teased.
“See! I knew you were mad at me.” he said, dropping his arms down.
“Nope..not at all.” I said with a smirk and walked into the living room to go sit down on the couch.
He followed me in there (as i figured he would), and sat down next to me. “Maggie, I’m not gonna leave you alone ‘til I get my hug.” he said.
“Well, I guess you’re gonna be here awhile.” I said, and crossed my arms stubbornly.
“I don’t think so.” he said and tickled my neck like he had in the bookstore. My shoulders immediately scrunched up, and I practically curled into the fetal position on the couch. When the giggles started to pour out of my mouth, he said “What was that about you not being ticklish?”
“Max STOP!” I squeaked, but kept on laughing. His fingers kept right on tickling. Without the confines of the bookstore to force me into silence, Max seemed a lot more detirmined to get me to surrender.
“Are you gonna give me a hug?” he asked, knowing he definately had the upper hand....at least at the moment.
“Screw you!” I said in between the laughter.
“You wish.” he said and kept on tickling my neck with one hand, but then used the other hand to tickle my ribs.
The sudden increased sensation caused me to jump and fall off the couch. Max was right behind me. When I hit the floor (face down), he straddled my waist and now had both hands tickling my sides.
“Get off!” I tried to say seriously, but couldn’t because I was laughing too hard.
“You wanna get me off?! Maggie, you’re a married woman!” he said in mock horror.
I started laughing even harder. “I hate you!!” I managed to scream.
“Oh, but I LOVE you!” he said in a overly sappy tone of voice and kept tickling my sides.
In a panicked attempt to get away, I reached my hands back and grabbed ahold of one of his knees and tried to tickle him back. I succeeded, but my attempt only threw him off balance for a moment, and then he grabbed my hands (which forced him to stop tickling me for a bit...a break I desperately needed.) He took both of my arms and pinned them to my sides with his legs. I was momentarily deluded into thinking that he couldn’t tickle me very well in this position because my sides were now guarded....I was wrong.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.
“Just keeping you here until you come to your senses.” he said.
“Oh, I’m out of my mind just because I don’t want to HUG you?!” I shot back.
“Obviously.” he said smugly.
“You are SO obnoxious!” I said with a giggle.
“Even obnoxious people need love.” he said.
He was being such a goofball, I couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Okay, I’ll give you a hug if you admit that you were a total jerk at the bookstore.”
“Jerk? How was I a jerk?” he asked.
“Are you kidding? You wouldn’t hug me because Steve was watching. But it was okay (when I was working there) when we played football games with the stuffed animals in the kid’s department, and gave each other rides around the store on the book carts. Not to mention all the times that you swatted me on the ass when you walked by, or told me what a nice rack I had. But a hug? Yeah, I can see how that would be a completely inappropriate thing to do in a bookstore.” I added sarcastically.
He laughed. “All of that was when Steve wasn’t working, and also before they promoted me to supervisor.”
“Oh, well excuse the shit out of me Mr. supervisor.” I shot back.
He reached behind and tickle-squeezed the back of my thighs. This is undoubtedly one of THE most ticklish spots on my body. I screamed then dissolved into laughter. When I was able, I yelled “Don’t Max! Please!!”
“Oh, not so snotty now, are ya? About ready for that hug?” he teased.
“YES!!” I screamed immediately.
After another ten seconds or so he relented, and got off of me. I rolled over onto my back, still too breathless and tired to get up. After a few seconds, he got up off the floor and grabbed both of my hands to help me to my feet. I glared up at him (with a bit of a grin.) He gave me an exaggerated smile, and I couldn’t help but smile back. I punched him playfully on the shoulder. He opened up his arms as he did when he arrived at the party, and this time I responded in kind. I wrapped both my arms around his neck, and his arms went around my waist. He gave me a big bear hug and lifted me up off the floor for a moment.
Before he let me go, he said “Ya know that whole ‘I’m not ticklish’ lie is pretty much shot to shit now, right?” He gave my ribs another quick tickle. Just enough to make me giggle and squirm in his arms. He put me down and when he let me go, I gave him a playful shove.
“Shut up and go get me a beer.” I said with a smile.
......It took most of the time that I remained at the party to calm the butterflies in my stomach.
Maggie
I used to work at a bookstore, and although I'm no longer there, I'm still frequently asked to attend parties that my old co-workers throw. I found out (strictly by chance) about this particular party when I went into the bookstore to both browse around and chit-chat with my friends who still work there. While there, I saw my friend Max, and went over to say hi to him. Normally, we are pretty flirtateous with each other (lots of hugs, play fights, and wiseass comments from both of us), but on this particular occasion, when I went to get a hug from him, he said that he couldn't because "the boss" was watching. Now, if you knew Max, you'd know that he doesn't usually give a shit about WHAT his boss thinks, but in this case I didn't question it, and just gave him a wounded puppy dog look (complete with pouty lips and quivering chin) when I walked away. In the meantime, I talked with my friend Beth (who also works there), and had myself a Chai. Beth said that she was having a party later that night, and I should come. I said I'd think about it, and then let her get back to work.
While I was browsing through the books, I heard Max say "Hey....what'cha lookin' for?" over my shoulder, but decided to play as aloof as he had just done with me about a half hour before.
"Nothing" was all I offered.
"You're not mad at me, are you?" he asked.
I turned around, and tried to feign a snotty attitude. I glared at him and put my hands on my hips. In truth, I wasn't all that wounded, but it was fun to mess with him. After giving him a dirty look, I turned back around, and said "Nope...not at all." I continued to look through the stacks, but at this point, the game of cat and mouse between me and Max had most of my attention.
"Yes you are....admit it." he said.
"No I'm not.....(turned back around, glared at him again)....REALLY." I said and turned my attention, once again, back to the books. "Don't you have WORK to do...wouldn't want you to get in trouble." I said in a tone dripping with sarcasm.
"Bossman went back into his office to finish up some paperwork."
"Oh." was all I said and contiued to pull out books (that I had no real interest in looking at) and put them back on the shelves.
"Hey, you goin' to Beth's party later?" he asked, trying to get me engaged in conversation.
“I dunno....maybe.” I said shortly.
“Well, you should come...even if you ARE mad at me.” he said and nudged me with his shoulder.
“I’m NOT mad.” I said a bit snottier than I intended.
"Yes you are. Just admit it..." he said and wiggled one of his fingers in the spot where my neck meets my shoulders (right around the collarbone area.)
I wasn't expecting this ticklish attack (some playful punches or a shove perhaps, but not tickles...he's not usually one to use that kind of thing on me.) An loud squeak escaped my mouth, and my knees seemed to unhinge. I landed in a position on the floor that made me look like a frog.
He cracked up. "What's the matter, ticklish?" he asked, still laughing.
"NO!" I fired back lamely. "You just caught me off guard."
"Yes you are...you are such a liar!" he said and crouched down on the floor where I was and wiggled his finger around my neck again.
"Max, don't!!" I giggled, but tried my hardest not to. Because we were in a bookstore, I was really trying to be quiet, but I was failing miserably. I was extremely thankful that it was after 10pm, and the store was mostly empty (they close at 11pm).
He stopped tickling, and just smiled at me. “Not ticklish, huh?”
“Shut up.” was all I said back, and got up off the floor.
“Well, I hope you come to the party later. It’ll be fun.” he said.
“Maybe.” I said, knowing full-well that I probably would..
He walked away with a grin on his face that was a bit too smug for my taste.
After the store closed, we all went back to Beth’s house. There were quite a few friends there that I knew from the bookstore, and some new employees that I had never met. I had fun catching up with some people I hadn’t talked to in awhile, and I had a couple of drinks. Then, as I’m talking to one of my friends, I see Max walk through the front door carrying a six pack. He says hi to a few people, and then our eyes meet. He walks over to me, puts his six pack down on the kitchen table, and opens up his arms as if he wants a hug.
“Oh, NOW you want a hug?” I said, with a hint of a grin on my face. “We’d better not...you never know who’s watching.” I teased.
“See! I knew you were mad at me.” he said, dropping his arms down.
“Nope..not at all.” I said with a smirk and walked into the living room to go sit down on the couch.
He followed me in there (as i figured he would), and sat down next to me. “Maggie, I’m not gonna leave you alone ‘til I get my hug.” he said.
“Well, I guess you’re gonna be here awhile.” I said, and crossed my arms stubbornly.
“I don’t think so.” he said and tickled my neck like he had in the bookstore. My shoulders immediately scrunched up, and I practically curled into the fetal position on the couch. When the giggles started to pour out of my mouth, he said “What was that about you not being ticklish?”
“Max STOP!” I squeaked, but kept on laughing. His fingers kept right on tickling. Without the confines of the bookstore to force me into silence, Max seemed a lot more detirmined to get me to surrender.
“Are you gonna give me a hug?” he asked, knowing he definately had the upper hand....at least at the moment.
“Screw you!” I said in between the laughter.
“You wish.” he said and kept on tickling my neck with one hand, but then used the other hand to tickle my ribs.
The sudden increased sensation caused me to jump and fall off the couch. Max was right behind me. When I hit the floor (face down), he straddled my waist and now had both hands tickling my sides.
“Get off!” I tried to say seriously, but couldn’t because I was laughing too hard.
“You wanna get me off?! Maggie, you’re a married woman!” he said in mock horror.
I started laughing even harder. “I hate you!!” I managed to scream.
“Oh, but I LOVE you!” he said in a overly sappy tone of voice and kept tickling my sides.
In a panicked attempt to get away, I reached my hands back and grabbed ahold of one of his knees and tried to tickle him back. I succeeded, but my attempt only threw him off balance for a moment, and then he grabbed my hands (which forced him to stop tickling me for a bit...a break I desperately needed.) He took both of my arms and pinned them to my sides with his legs. I was momentarily deluded into thinking that he couldn’t tickle me very well in this position because my sides were now guarded....I was wrong.
“What are you doing?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.
“Just keeping you here until you come to your senses.” he said.
“Oh, I’m out of my mind just because I don’t want to HUG you?!” I shot back.
“Obviously.” he said smugly.
“You are SO obnoxious!” I said with a giggle.
“Even obnoxious people need love.” he said.
He was being such a goofball, I couldn’t help but laugh at him. “Okay, I’ll give you a hug if you admit that you were a total jerk at the bookstore.”
“Jerk? How was I a jerk?” he asked.
“Are you kidding? You wouldn’t hug me because Steve was watching. But it was okay (when I was working there) when we played football games with the stuffed animals in the kid’s department, and gave each other rides around the store on the book carts. Not to mention all the times that you swatted me on the ass when you walked by, or told me what a nice rack I had. But a hug? Yeah, I can see how that would be a completely inappropriate thing to do in a bookstore.” I added sarcastically.
He laughed. “All of that was when Steve wasn’t working, and also before they promoted me to supervisor.”
“Oh, well excuse the shit out of me Mr. supervisor.” I shot back.
He reached behind and tickle-squeezed the back of my thighs. This is undoubtedly one of THE most ticklish spots on my body. I screamed then dissolved into laughter. When I was able, I yelled “Don’t Max! Please!!”
“Oh, not so snotty now, are ya? About ready for that hug?” he teased.
“YES!!” I screamed immediately.
After another ten seconds or so he relented, and got off of me. I rolled over onto my back, still too breathless and tired to get up. After a few seconds, he got up off the floor and grabbed both of my hands to help me to my feet. I glared up at him (with a bit of a grin.) He gave me an exaggerated smile, and I couldn’t help but smile back. I punched him playfully on the shoulder. He opened up his arms as he did when he arrived at the party, and this time I responded in kind. I wrapped both my arms around his neck, and his arms went around my waist. He gave me a big bear hug and lifted me up off the floor for a moment.
Before he let me go, he said “Ya know that whole ‘I’m not ticklish’ lie is pretty much shot to shit now, right?” He gave my ribs another quick tickle. Just enough to make me giggle and squirm in his arms. He put me down and when he let me go, I gave him a playful shove.
“Shut up and go get me a beer.” I said with a smile.
......It took most of the time that I remained at the party to calm the butterflies in my stomach.
Maggie
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Maggie
If I think of anything else to post, I will. I'm sure if I sat down and really thought about it, there would be dozens of true life tickle stories that I would remember. I guess I'm lucky in that regard, tickles have never been in short supply in my life. 
