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Monica was one of the friends we spent a lot of time with before covid. She’s about 5'2, did a lot of yoga, and always tried to stay fit. I worked with her and her husband. She was a project manager, and some people found her tough to work with, but I was good at office politics and got along with her well because I kept things low-key.
For context, we’re all GenXers from Latin America, so hugging, poking, and other physical contact were normal for us. That made it easy for me to sneak in quick tickles here and there without anyone noticing. The first time I tickled Monica’s feet, she basically asked for it.
(Liz on the left, Monica in the middle, my wife Amanda on the right)
This happened about 10 years ago, on a night out at a bar. The picture above was taken at the same place a few years later. It was just Monica and her husband, Liz, Amanda, and me. There was nothing special about that week or night. We were just hanging out.
I was chatting with Monica’s husband about random geek stuff when I heard Monica say, "Yeah, but I'm not ticklish." I immediately stopped paying attention to my conversation. All I could think about was how to test her claim without being too obvious. Why did she say that? How could I bring up the topic?
When Leo, her husband, went to get another round of drinks, I had a chance to join their conversation. Amanda knew what I wanted to hear, so she started, "Moni wants to get a tattoo on her foot. I told her I wouldn’t be able to stay still." Monica added, "Yeah, I'm not ticklish on my feet," like this was something to be proud of. I gave her an incredulous look. "Really!" she said. I shrugged with a silly face, and Liz laughed at my expression. Monica, wanting to prove her point, said, "Try me!" I lifted my eyebrows. "Try me!" I held out my hand, waiting for her to give me her foot, still making it all look as silly as possible. I could feel Amanda judging me, but I didn’t dare look back. She knew what I wanted to do, but she’s not the jealous type, so I figured I could talk my way out later. No one else noticed her look.
Monica kicked off her shoe, leaned back, lifted her leg, and put her heel in my hand. I grabbed her ankle with my left hand and showed her my right hand, holding my index and middle fingers together to show her my 'tools.' I moved my fingers close to her sole and told Liz, "Hold her." Monica said, "You don't need to hold me," but I protested, "You’re going to kick me." Liz went along and hugged Monica from behind. Monica turned to look at Liz and started to say, "I'm not going to kickaaaaahhahaha," bursting out laughing as I tickled under her toes. Her sole was sweaty, warm, and soft. I scratched up her sole a few times, and she laughed, yelped, and then actually kicked me. "You kicked me!" I said, pretending to be offended. "I wasn't prepared!" she yelled back, still laughing. I tried to keep things silly and said, "I don’t know, you owe me a shot." She replied, "We weren’t betting!" I looked at Amanda, who was smiling at me. I took her smile to mean, "This is going to cost you." I shrugged and whispered, "You know I had to." I was hoping for a second round, thinking Monica would be willing to go again, but Leo came back with the drinks, and we moved on to another topic.
Btw, Monica never got that tattoo.
For context, we’re all GenXers from Latin America, so hugging, poking, and other physical contact were normal for us. That made it easy for me to sneak in quick tickles here and there without anyone noticing. The first time I tickled Monica’s feet, she basically asked for it.
(Liz on the left, Monica in the middle, my wife Amanda on the right)
This happened about 10 years ago, on a night out at a bar. The picture above was taken at the same place a few years later. It was just Monica and her husband, Liz, Amanda, and me. There was nothing special about that week or night. We were just hanging out.
I was chatting with Monica’s husband about random geek stuff when I heard Monica say, "Yeah, but I'm not ticklish." I immediately stopped paying attention to my conversation. All I could think about was how to test her claim without being too obvious. Why did she say that? How could I bring up the topic?
When Leo, her husband, went to get another round of drinks, I had a chance to join their conversation. Amanda knew what I wanted to hear, so she started, "Moni wants to get a tattoo on her foot. I told her I wouldn’t be able to stay still." Monica added, "Yeah, I'm not ticklish on my feet," like this was something to be proud of. I gave her an incredulous look. "Really!" she said. I shrugged with a silly face, and Liz laughed at my expression. Monica, wanting to prove her point, said, "Try me!" I lifted my eyebrows. "Try me!" I held out my hand, waiting for her to give me her foot, still making it all look as silly as possible. I could feel Amanda judging me, but I didn’t dare look back. She knew what I wanted to do, but she’s not the jealous type, so I figured I could talk my way out later. No one else noticed her look.
Monica kicked off her shoe, leaned back, lifted her leg, and put her heel in my hand. I grabbed her ankle with my left hand and showed her my right hand, holding my index and middle fingers together to show her my 'tools.' I moved my fingers close to her sole and told Liz, "Hold her." Monica said, "You don't need to hold me," but I protested, "You’re going to kick me." Liz went along and hugged Monica from behind. Monica turned to look at Liz and started to say, "I'm not going to kickaaaaahhahaha," bursting out laughing as I tickled under her toes. Her sole was sweaty, warm, and soft. I scratched up her sole a few times, and she laughed, yelped, and then actually kicked me. "You kicked me!" I said, pretending to be offended. "I wasn't prepared!" she yelled back, still laughing. I tried to keep things silly and said, "I don’t know, you owe me a shot." She replied, "We weren’t betting!" I looked at Amanda, who was smiling at me. I took her smile to mean, "This is going to cost you." I shrugged and whispered, "You know I had to." I was hoping for a second round, thinking Monica would be willing to go again, but Leo came back with the drinks, and we moved on to another topic.
Btw, Monica never got that tattoo.
Thanks for sharing your experience here. 
