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- Apr 14, 2006
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For a few years, a friend would host pool parties at her place every summer. There were usually about 8 to 10 of us. We often drank enough to feel it, but not so much that we lost control. At every party, I managed to tickle one or two of my female friends for a few seconds without drawing too much attention.
About seven years ago, one of our friends went through a divorce and let loose for a few months. At this party, she drank quite a bit and was enjoying herself in ways she hadn’t while she was married.
At one point, she lost her balance and fell. The two friends she was talking to helped her up.
From left to right, let’s call them Marianne, Liz, and Monica.
Marianne worked as a marketing director and had a strong, direct personality. I was friends with her husband, but I didn’t talk to her much. She was the type to ask, "Are you looking at my feet?" in a judging way. I always felt like she could see right through me, so honestly, she intimidated me.
Liz was a designer. She had been married for eight years to a guy twelve years older than her. He ended up cheating on her with one of their coworkers, since they worked at the same place. They didn’t have kids, so she ended things quickly.
Monica was a project manager, and she and her husband were the ones who hosted these parties. She could be strong-willed too, but she thought highly of me. I was close with both Liz and Monica, and this wasn't the first time I had tickled them.
After they helped Liz to the couch, they kept chatting, and I joined in after a while. A few minutes later, Monica and Marianne went to the kitchen for snacks, leaving me alone with Liz. I asked if she was okay after her fall. She looked a little embarrassed but smiled when she realized how funny it was. She said she hit her leg, and while it didn’t look bad now, she was sure it would show in the morning.
As she was talking, she put her leg on my lap, like she wanted me to check where she’d hurt herself. I gently held her ankle and heel with both hands and leaned in to look. I told her I didn’t see anything. She started giggling. "You are tickling me," she said. "No, I’m not," I replied, then paused. I added, "If I were tickling you, I’d do this," tightening my grip on her ankle and making a claw with my other hand. She opened her eyes wide. "No." I scratched under her toes, and she burst out laughing, even snorting. She tried to pull away, but I held on. I tickled her arch, but it wasn’t as sensitive, so I went back to her toes. She finally pulled away and punched me in the arm, still laughing. She kept laughing for a few more seconds, mostly because it was so silly. The whole thing lasted about 20 seconds. No one seemed to notice, or if they did, they didn’t care. After that, we talked about work and other things. Monica and Marianne came back, and Monica’s husband pulled me aside to talk about Game of Thrones since a new season was coming out soon.
About half an hour later, Monica took Liz to the guest room. Some of us were inside by then. I was sitting on a bean bag next to a tall chair. Monica came back barefoot, like a few of the other women; it was a pool party, after all. She sat on the tall chair next to me, her feet within reach. I asked her to pass me a beer since she was near the kitchen bar, but the music was loud and she didn’t hear me. She was talking to my wife, yes, my wife was there too. So, I ran my finger along her exposed sole. Her toes were resting on the chair’s stretcher, making her soles easy to reach, and I quickly traced from her toes to her heel. She arched her back in surprise and moved her foot away. She looked at me, and I mimed drinking a beer. She got the hint and handed me one. My wife gave me a look, like she knew exactly what I’d done. I already knew Monica was ticklish because she once claimed she wasn’t, and I proved her wrong, but that’s another story.
So, here’s the original picture. I’m obviously not going to show their real faces, but you can guess if you want.
About seven years ago, one of our friends went through a divorce and let loose for a few months. At this party, she drank quite a bit and was enjoying herself in ways she hadn’t while she was married.
At one point, she lost her balance and fell. The two friends she was talking to helped her up.
From left to right, let’s call them Marianne, Liz, and Monica.
Marianne worked as a marketing director and had a strong, direct personality. I was friends with her husband, but I didn’t talk to her much. She was the type to ask, "Are you looking at my feet?" in a judging way. I always felt like she could see right through me, so honestly, she intimidated me.
Liz was a designer. She had been married for eight years to a guy twelve years older than her. He ended up cheating on her with one of their coworkers, since they worked at the same place. They didn’t have kids, so she ended things quickly.
Monica was a project manager, and she and her husband were the ones who hosted these parties. She could be strong-willed too, but she thought highly of me. I was close with both Liz and Monica, and this wasn't the first time I had tickled them.
After they helped Liz to the couch, they kept chatting, and I joined in after a while. A few minutes later, Monica and Marianne went to the kitchen for snacks, leaving me alone with Liz. I asked if she was okay after her fall. She looked a little embarrassed but smiled when she realized how funny it was. She said she hit her leg, and while it didn’t look bad now, she was sure it would show in the morning.
As she was talking, she put her leg on my lap, like she wanted me to check where she’d hurt herself. I gently held her ankle and heel with both hands and leaned in to look. I told her I didn’t see anything. She started giggling. "You are tickling me," she said. "No, I’m not," I replied, then paused. I added, "If I were tickling you, I’d do this," tightening my grip on her ankle and making a claw with my other hand. She opened her eyes wide. "No." I scratched under her toes, and she burst out laughing, even snorting. She tried to pull away, but I held on. I tickled her arch, but it wasn’t as sensitive, so I went back to her toes. She finally pulled away and punched me in the arm, still laughing. She kept laughing for a few more seconds, mostly because it was so silly. The whole thing lasted about 20 seconds. No one seemed to notice, or if they did, they didn’t care. After that, we talked about work and other things. Monica and Marianne came back, and Monica’s husband pulled me aside to talk about Game of Thrones since a new season was coming out soon.
About half an hour later, Monica took Liz to the guest room. Some of us were inside by then. I was sitting on a bean bag next to a tall chair. Monica came back barefoot, like a few of the other women; it was a pool party, after all. She sat on the tall chair next to me, her feet within reach. I asked her to pass me a beer since she was near the kitchen bar, but the music was loud and she didn’t hear me. She was talking to my wife, yes, my wife was there too. So, I ran my finger along her exposed sole. Her toes were resting on the chair’s stretcher, making her soles easy to reach, and I quickly traced from her toes to her heel. She arched her back in surprise and moved her foot away. She looked at me, and I mimed drinking a beer. She got the hint and handed me one. My wife gave me a look, like she knew exactly what I’d done. I already knew Monica was ticklish because she once claimed she wasn’t, and I proved her wrong, but that’s another story.
So, here’s the original picture. I’m obviously not going to show their real faces, but you can guess if you want.
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