Ha ha, so, I have another story! This happened last night at my boyfriend's mom's house- he had a party and invited a bunch of our high school friends, as quite a few of them are home for spring break at the moment.
So, at one point in the night, he cut me off because I was pretty "gone", as we call it. He and Liam (yup, same "Liam" from my other story!) and I were in the living room, along with a bunch of other people, and I had a sharpie marker in my hand, keeping it from everyone because I didn't want anyone to get drawn on...especially me, as I had to lead the high school play practice this morning and didn't really feel like having to explain why I might have had permanent marker all over my face and body. But anyhow...it started off quite innocently, with me giggling and refusing to give them the sharpie marker. Liam then looked at my boyfriend and grinned.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked, and my boyfriend nodded as they moved towards me. Everyone in the room paused their conversations and watched in anticipation to see what they were going to do to me. Standing, I turned my back to them, holding the marker against my stomach in what I figured would be a good way to keep them from getting it. Before I could stop them, Liam grabbed both of my arms and leaned me over backwards so that if he let go of me, I was gonna drop to the floor. My boyfriend leaned over me, hands poised over my now very exposed ribcage, grinning at me while I giggled and screamed and begged for him not to "do it", as I said. He positioned his hands on my ribcage, still grinning at me.
"Just give us the marker. Or I'll do it!" He exclaimed. Me, being my usual stubborn self, shook my head, still pleading with him not to tickle me. He glanced at his watch, shaking his head while I begged.
"Please, please, PLEASE! I just want to keep the marker! Please don't tickle me!" I begged. (Had I have been sober, I probably would have just given them the marker. But no, drunkenness makes stupid things make sense, ha ha.)
"You've got twenty seconds to hand that marker over, or I'm gonna do it!" My boyfriend exclaimed, grinning devilishly at me. Liam grinned down at me, too.
"Ten." He said tauntingly, and then began counting down as I squealed and giggled.
"You asked for it! You had your chance, baby!" My boyfriend said, and dug his fingers into my ribcage, making me scream and giggle and try to free myself from Liam's grip, to no avail. I was far too light, and he was far too strong for me to even begin to overpower him. (Silly strong boys!) He stopped about a minute later, laughing too hard to be able to torture me any longer, as I had started calling for people who weren't even present. (i.e. My father, his sister, random university friends...C'mon, I was drunk! ha ha.) He then gained his composure and glanced at his watch again.
"How long should we give her this time?" Liam asked, grinning at me as I tried, with the little strength I have, to free myself from his grip.
"Ten seconds!" My boyfriend exclaimed, and he and Liam began counting down while I begged for them to stop. He attacked my ribs again, longer this time, until I finally agreed to give them the marker. Liam then picked me up and slung me over his shoulder like it was nothing, and did a little "victory lap" around the house, ha ha.
...And then my boyfriend and I went and made out upstairs for a little while, ha ha. 🙂
So, at one point in the night, he cut me off because I was pretty "gone", as we call it. He and Liam (yup, same "Liam" from my other story!) and I were in the living room, along with a bunch of other people, and I had a sharpie marker in my hand, keeping it from everyone because I didn't want anyone to get drawn on...especially me, as I had to lead the high school play practice this morning and didn't really feel like having to explain why I might have had permanent marker all over my face and body. But anyhow...it started off quite innocently, with me giggling and refusing to give them the sharpie marker. Liam then looked at my boyfriend and grinned.
"You thinking what I'm thinking?" He asked, and my boyfriend nodded as they moved towards me. Everyone in the room paused their conversations and watched in anticipation to see what they were going to do to me. Standing, I turned my back to them, holding the marker against my stomach in what I figured would be a good way to keep them from getting it. Before I could stop them, Liam grabbed both of my arms and leaned me over backwards so that if he let go of me, I was gonna drop to the floor. My boyfriend leaned over me, hands poised over my now very exposed ribcage, grinning at me while I giggled and screamed and begged for him not to "do it", as I said. He positioned his hands on my ribcage, still grinning at me.
"Just give us the marker. Or I'll do it!" He exclaimed. Me, being my usual stubborn self, shook my head, still pleading with him not to tickle me. He glanced at his watch, shaking his head while I begged.
"Please, please, PLEASE! I just want to keep the marker! Please don't tickle me!" I begged. (Had I have been sober, I probably would have just given them the marker. But no, drunkenness makes stupid things make sense, ha ha.)
"You've got twenty seconds to hand that marker over, or I'm gonna do it!" My boyfriend exclaimed, grinning devilishly at me. Liam grinned down at me, too.
"Ten." He said tauntingly, and then began counting down as I squealed and giggled.
"You asked for it! You had your chance, baby!" My boyfriend said, and dug his fingers into my ribcage, making me scream and giggle and try to free myself from Liam's grip, to no avail. I was far too light, and he was far too strong for me to even begin to overpower him. (Silly strong boys!) He stopped about a minute later, laughing too hard to be able to torture me any longer, as I had started calling for people who weren't even present. (i.e. My father, his sister, random university friends...C'mon, I was drunk! ha ha.) He then gained his composure and glanced at his watch again.
"How long should we give her this time?" Liam asked, grinning at me as I tried, with the little strength I have, to free myself from his grip.
"Ten seconds!" My boyfriend exclaimed, and he and Liam began counting down while I begged for them to stop. He attacked my ribs again, longer this time, until I finally agreed to give them the marker. Liam then picked me up and slung me over his shoulder like it was nothing, and did a little "victory lap" around the house, ha ha.
...And then my boyfriend and I went and made out upstairs for a little while, ha ha. 🙂
