One day, it rained again, and me and my friends went to this teacher's class to for shelter. The teacher wasn't there, so we just chilled there for the lunch period.
I was laying on my guy friend, my head by his shoulders, and his arms around me, rubbing my tummy. After a while, he got bored so he poked me in my stomach. I was wearing a pretty thick sweatshirt, but it was enough to make me twitch. He stroked me stomach again. "Am I tickling you?" he asked softly, and teasingly. I didn't answer.
He did this some more, and I twitched again, but I didn't laugh. "Huh?" he persisted. "Am I tickling you?"
I smiled. "A little."
"A little?" He said, poking me a few more times and hugs me tighter. I giggled, but mostly at his taunting. I love the way he teases me.
I moved my arms under his to lay back on him some more and be more comfortable. While he was off his guard, I snuck my hands into his underarms. He gasped loudly and tensed on the spot, as his armpits are one of his most ticklish spots, and the most fun to tickle, I might add. 😉
"No! Don't!" He whispered. I could hear his voice start to squeak. I slipped my hands under as much more as I could, wiggled my fingers and then stopped. He giggled, and twisted a little, probably as to try and not bring our friends to his attention. "Heeheeheeheee!!!" Once I started, it seemed that he had lost all his common sense in one wiggle of a finger. He grabbed each of my wrists and took them out of his armpits, but then covered my eyes.
"You can't tickle me if you can't see me!" he said.
I rolled my eyes from under his hands. Naturally I wasn't facing him in the first place, but laying my back on his front. I shot my hands behind me and back into his armpits. He squeaked. "AAHH! You still cahahan!!" He shifted in his chair under me, scrambling in broken laughter and trying to escape, but not end up hurting me at the same time. I don't think he wanted to stop hugging me afterward either. "EEAHAH-AHHAHAHAH-ahah-ahahsstop!-AHAHAHA!"
He has an extremely goofy laugh whenever he is tickled. It's a mix between a squeak, a giggle, and a regular laugh. I think this is the only reason why I do this to him at all.
I stopped after a short while, and he caught his breath. After a minute or so, he scoots his chair back close to mine, sits me up properly, and wraps his arms around me once again.
I was laying on my guy friend, my head by his shoulders, and his arms around me, rubbing my tummy. After a while, he got bored so he poked me in my stomach. I was wearing a pretty thick sweatshirt, but it was enough to make me twitch. He stroked me stomach again. "Am I tickling you?" he asked softly, and teasingly. I didn't answer.
He did this some more, and I twitched again, but I didn't laugh. "Huh?" he persisted. "Am I tickling you?"
I smiled. "A little."
"A little?" He said, poking me a few more times and hugs me tighter. I giggled, but mostly at his taunting. I love the way he teases me.
I moved my arms under his to lay back on him some more and be more comfortable. While he was off his guard, I snuck my hands into his underarms. He gasped loudly and tensed on the spot, as his armpits are one of his most ticklish spots, and the most fun to tickle, I might add. 😉
"No! Don't!" He whispered. I could hear his voice start to squeak. I slipped my hands under as much more as I could, wiggled my fingers and then stopped. He giggled, and twisted a little, probably as to try and not bring our friends to his attention. "Heeheeheeheee!!!" Once I started, it seemed that he had lost all his common sense in one wiggle of a finger. He grabbed each of my wrists and took them out of his armpits, but then covered my eyes.
"You can't tickle me if you can't see me!" he said.
I rolled my eyes from under his hands. Naturally I wasn't facing him in the first place, but laying my back on his front. I shot my hands behind me and back into his armpits. He squeaked. "AAHH! You still cahahan!!" He shifted in his chair under me, scrambling in broken laughter and trying to escape, but not end up hurting me at the same time. I don't think he wanted to stop hugging me afterward either. "EEAHAH-AHHAHAHAH-ahah-ahahsstop!-AHAHAHA!"
He has an extremely goofy laugh whenever he is tickled. It's a mix between a squeak, a giggle, and a regular laugh. I think this is the only reason why I do this to him at all.
I stopped after a short while, and he caught his breath. After a minute or so, he scoots his chair back close to mine, sits me up properly, and wraps his arms around me once again.
(j/k of course - if that's your photo, you're smokin'!)
