cookielicious
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A year ago I met this guy in my Chemistry class. We hit it off pretty well. Although he was interested in a relationship, I wasn't really feeling it. However, I felt like we had the potential to be great friends, especially since we had similar cultural and family values. We talked about pretty much anything, and our AIM conversations were far from focused. One night in particular I was being mean (As usual, though) and poking fun at his ego. I must've kept going because he jokingly threatened, "You better stop or else I'm gonna have to tickle you~"
At first I was kind of surprised. I got immediately embarrassed since my secret interest is something I've been very conscious and secretive about for some time. It took me a while to respond. I attempted to keep my cool without sounding enthusiastic, "Uh, okay, good luck. You wouldn't dare, though. You now how violent I am."
"Oh, believe me, I'm the master at tickling." He took another second before adding into the text box, "So? Are you ticklish?"
"Wouldn't you like to know?" I felt like I was responding too quickly. My paranoia was kicking in. "Not really." Yeah, I was a complete and utter "liar-liar-pants-on-fire".
"Hahaha, sureee. Whatever you say."
We hung out with our usual group after class the next day. Even though our previous conversation was lingering at the back of my mind, I pushed it aside and tried to act like it never happened. We were walking around campus when he suddenly asked, "So, you're not ticklish, right?"
For some reason, I become ridiculously embarrassed and started to turn red. Mind you, this normally never happens because my capability to visibly blush is pretty nonexistent. He saw my flushed face and started to chuckle, "Are you seriously turning red?"
"Shut up," I defensively responded, averting my eyes elsewhere.
"Awww, you're blushing," He slowly slinked his arm to my waist and gave it a quick squeeze. I instantly jumped away and felt a grin start to dominate my features. I didn't know whether I should've been nervous or ecstatic.
His eyes lit up at that moment and he snickered, "Really? Wow, you're 'not that ticklish'? Hmm, why do I feel like you're lying..."
While I love tickling and anything associated with it, I get self-conscious about my laughter sometimes when it's out of my control and I start to yell and squeal. I knew he was probably zoning in for a merciless attack, so I was quickly becoming more nervous about my self-control.
I had to give it to him, he was pretty good at tickling. His hands were quick and I never anticipated their movements. I felt fingers dance and squeeze my tummy and ribs and I doubled over in giggles, attempting to grab his hands and protect my sides. "W-Wait, o-okay okay, stop stop~" I felt my endless laughter start to bubble up when he wiggled a hand to my underarms, "No-no-stoppp!" His grin only got wider when he got a panicked squeal from me. He was enjoying my helplessness way too much.
"Hmm. I remember someone telling me they weren't ticklish at all," He mocked, laughing, "Strange. You might just be the most ticklish person I know. I love it!"
He refused to stop tickling me, and I was quickly becoming weak with laughter. I couldn't defend myself effectively any longer.
"Koochi-koochi-coooo~" He teased, "Why are you pulling down your arms so much? I feel like you're hiding something..."
I was verbally threatening him at this point, calling him names and other times resorting to begging. Tears were gathering at the corners my eyes and I was hoping that he wouldn't try to exert a full assault on my weak underarms.
I didn't expect him to be so straight forward. He took my two arms, held them tightly over my head and began to scribble one hand over my two vulnerable armpits. I squealed quite loudly, much to my embarrassment, and laughed harder then I had in a long time. I uselessly squirmed, and went into a period of silent laughter when he focused on my open tummy.
After a few more minutes of begging and the unwanted stares from other students, he finally ceased. I was panting at this point, high off the extreme dose of laughter.
"Hm." He smugly replied with a smirk before ruffling my hair, "You're pretty cute."
"What a bully." I muttered, playfully glaring at him.
"Hey, don't make me start again!"
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A pretty public and high-level tickling experience if I do say so myself. Hehe.
mt:: Hehe. Thank you for reading. C:
Iggy: Thankkk you~ And it was actually outside on a chilly day. Kinda embarrassing since a bunch of other students were present.