Eternal Tomboy
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Since a lot of you seemed to like my "party tickles" true story, I thought I'd toss another one out there for you. This one happened to me back in HS, and it stands out as one of my favorite tickling memories....
I was hanging out down in the basement of my friend Myles (the basement was where they had a "family room" type of set up. TV, video games, couches, etc.) There were three of us - Myles, my other friend James, and me. It was one of those lazy rainy days where you just sit around and watch the grass grow. We were lounging on the two couches and watching TV, all of us fairly bored out of our minds. James and I were on one couch (he was sitting up and I was laying down with my legs partially draped over his lap), and Myles was laying down on the other couch.
The show we were watching (can't remember the name of it) had a blonde girl on there with a HUGE chest, and James made a comment (I think it was something to the effect of "holy shit...check out the boobs on that chick!") I pretended to act insulted (for all womankind), kicked him (playfully) and called him a sexist pig.
"What?! Why'd ya kick me?" he asked. As if he didn't know.
"Because you deserved it." I said and kicked him again.
"I did not. I was just stating the obvious." he said and grinned at me. He then grabbed my ankle to prevent me from kicking him a third time (which, in all fairness, I probably would have done.)
I tried to pull my foot away, but his grip held firm around my ankle. "Let go!" I said and let out a nervous giggle.
"What's the matter? Afraid I might do this?" he asked and scribbled his fingers on the bottom of my trapped foot. I laughed and kicked him with my other foot. "Oh, NOW you're askin' for it!" he said and struggled to capture both of my legs. After only about thirty seconds of wrestling around on the couch, he managed to get both of my feet trapped in between his knees. In an effort to protect my feet from anymore tickles, I sat up and tried to cover them with my hands. "If you lay back down I'll be nice." he said and wiggled his fingers at me.
"Yeah right!" I said and kept my hands over my feet.
"Have it your way." he said and began to tickle my feet with both of his hands. I tried to grab his wrists and pull him away, but he was too strong for me.
When I realized I was losing the battle, I screamed "Okay! Okay! I lay down."
He stopped tickling my feet, but kept my legs trapped in between his. "That's better. As long as you stay down, I'll be easy on you, but if you try to sit up again, I'm gonna get Myles over here to help me tickle the hell out of you." he threatened.
"Couldn't we just tickle the hell out of her anyway?" Myles teased.
"NO!" I yelled at him. "Don't you dare get up from that couch!" I said.
He laughed, but (thankfully) stayed put.
James started to slowly trace one of his fingers up and down both of my feet, alternating left and right...left and right. Both my feet were twitching and I was giggling. I could feel my stomach muscles contract with every stroke as if my body was trying to implore me to sit up and make him stop.
"James stop!" I said, still giggling.
"What? I'm being gentle, right?" he said and kept tickling slowly.
"You said you would be NICE, and this isn't nice!" I said, trying to cover up his area of attack with the other foot.
"Well, it's nicer than this..." he said and tickled both my feet with all ten of his fingers for about thirty seconds.
"JAMES!!" I screamed and dissolved into laughter. I couldn't help myself this time, I sat up and tried to grab for his wrists again.
He stopped tickling, but kept his fingers poised at the ready on the bottom of both my feet. "I was just proving a point."
"What? That you're a sadistic asshole?" I said.
"Not nice." he said and wildly scribbled his fingers again for another thirty seconds.
"Okay! I'm sorry! Stop!!" I said while laughing.
"That's better. Now lay back down." he said and stopped tickling, but again, kept his fingers threateningly poised at the ready.
I can't tell you how hard it was to voluntarily lay back down, knowing that my feet would be at his mercy again. It was as if I was fighting with my own brain- it was trying to tell me to keep my muscles tensed up and in a sitting position, but I knew if I didn't lay back down, things were going to get much worse for me. James gave a very brief scribble, and jolted me into laying back down.
"Comfy?" he asked smugly.
"Oh yeah. Totally." I said sarcastically.
"Good. Now let's see....where was I?" he asked himself and went back to slowly tracing his finger up and down my feet. He then took his finger up passed my ankles, and continued up the back of my calves. I was wearing a pair of shorts, so my legs were completely unprotected. I FREAKED! The butterflies in my stomach went crazy, and my heart started to pound.
"Not there!" I yelled. I jumped and protectively reached down with one of my hands to grab his.
"Your calves are ticklish?" he asked puzzled. James wasn't all that ticklish himself. He probably only had one or two spots that made him laugh. So I guess he could have been genuinely surprised that I was as ticklish as I was on the back of my legs. Either that, or he was just playing dumb. It seemed to amuse the hell out of him that he had just discovered a spot that got an even stronger reaction out of me than my feet. He had a big grin on his face.
I found myself in a bit of a catch-22 because if I admitted that this spot was insanely ticklish, I knew he would torture me, but if I said no, he would feel the need to prove me wrong. At a loss as to which way to go, I didn't say anything.
"Let go of my hand." he said.
"I can't." I said because I truly couldn't think of letting him have voluntary free reign to tickle this area.
"Oh Myyyyles...." he said.
"Okay!" I said and let go of his hand. I nervously looked over at Myles to make sure that he wasn't getting up off of the other couch.
"I thought you might see it my way." he said and smiled at me.
"You are SUCH an asshole." I said with a laugh.
"Why do you say that? I'm just trying to relax you." he said and went back to gently tracing his fingers up and down the back of my calves.
I started to laugh again. "You're not!" I said through gritted teeth. I was trying not to show him how badly he was getting to me, but I don't think I was doing a very good job.
"But I'm being so gennnnntle." he said obnoxiously and took all five fingers of one of his hands and raked them softly up and down one of my calves. His fingernails were just long enough for me to feel them on his fingertips.
I bit my lip and grunted in an effort not to laugh, but after a couple of seconds, the laughter started anyway. "James please!" I begged.
"Oh c'mon, it can't be THAT bad." he said and kept up the slow and steady tickling.
"It is!" I squeaked.
He kept up the slow torturous tickles for about five more minutes. He discovered certain spots that made me jump and laugh the most (behind my knees, down by my ankles) and seemed to be having a ball taking me from full blown laughter (when he would scribble all of his fingers behind my knees) and then back down to steady giggles (just using one or two fingers to trace up and down my calf.)
"No more!" I pleaded.
"Okay, I'll tell ya what. I'll just trace my name out on your leg and then I'll stop." he said.
Thinking that this was the deal of the century, I agreed. Just five more tickles and he would stop. I could take that.
As he had been doing the entire time, he kept his pace very slow. Enunciating each letter in a very exaggerated sing-song voice. "Jayyyyyy." he dragged his fingernails in the shape of a "J" on the back of my calf just below my knee.
He continued doing the same for the rest of his name. Each letter excruciatingly slow and each one done in a different spot. After J.A.M.E.S was done, I breathed a sigh of relief.....Until he tickled me again and said "Mmmmm"
"M? You already did the M!" I interrupted with a panicked giggle.
"That was the M in my FIRST name, this is the M in my middle name. Michael starts with M." he said with a smile.
"You never said anything about your MIDDLE name!" I said.
"You never asked. Now where was I? Oh yeah....Mmmmm." he said and tickled me again.
"No! That's not fair, I thought you were just gonna do your first name!" I said.
"Guess you were wrong. Iiiiiiiiiiiiii." he said and tickle traced the shape of an "I" on my calf.
"James, I'm never gonna make it!" I pleaded and kept giggling. I tried to grab for his hand but couldn't.
"Deal's a deal. Ceeeeeeeee." he said and traced another letter.
My giggles turned into laughter and I grabbed onto one of the couch pillows to try and brace myself. I knew that as bad as this tickling was, if I sat up and tried to fight him, the tickling I got from him and Myles would be WAY worse. I just took it....all 25 letters of his first, middle, and last name. It must have gone on for about fifteen minutes. With each letter my laughter grew and my body kept jumping and twisting as if his fingers carried some kind of electrical charge that shocked me with every touch. When he got to the last letter, he took all ten of his fingers and quickly scribbled them all over the back of my legs and bottom of my feet for about thirty seconds. I fell in and out of silent laughter until his fingers finally came to rest.
I was panting as if I had just run a race.
"There...that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said with a smile.
"You're kidding, right?!" I shot back.
"I'm gonna hafta remember that spot in the future. That was pretty fun." he said and started to massage my feet.
At first touch on my feet I jumped, expecting tickles, but when I realized he had altruistic intentions, I relaxed.
"I'm glad YOU had fun." I said sarcastically.
"Hey Myles, how long is YOUR name?" he asked his buddy.
"Don't even THINK about it..." I said with a glare and a grin.
Thankfully, I never found out just how long Myles' name really was. With my luck his middle name probably would have wound up being Rumplestiltskin......
Maggie
I was hanging out down in the basement of my friend Myles (the basement was where they had a "family room" type of set up. TV, video games, couches, etc.) There were three of us - Myles, my other friend James, and me. It was one of those lazy rainy days where you just sit around and watch the grass grow. We were lounging on the two couches and watching TV, all of us fairly bored out of our minds. James and I were on one couch (he was sitting up and I was laying down with my legs partially draped over his lap), and Myles was laying down on the other couch.
The show we were watching (can't remember the name of it) had a blonde girl on there with a HUGE chest, and James made a comment (I think it was something to the effect of "holy shit...check out the boobs on that chick!") I pretended to act insulted (for all womankind), kicked him (playfully) and called him a sexist pig.
"What?! Why'd ya kick me?" he asked. As if he didn't know.
"Because you deserved it." I said and kicked him again.
"I did not. I was just stating the obvious." he said and grinned at me. He then grabbed my ankle to prevent me from kicking him a third time (which, in all fairness, I probably would have done.)
I tried to pull my foot away, but his grip held firm around my ankle. "Let go!" I said and let out a nervous giggle.
"What's the matter? Afraid I might do this?" he asked and scribbled his fingers on the bottom of my trapped foot. I laughed and kicked him with my other foot. "Oh, NOW you're askin' for it!" he said and struggled to capture both of my legs. After only about thirty seconds of wrestling around on the couch, he managed to get both of my feet trapped in between his knees. In an effort to protect my feet from anymore tickles, I sat up and tried to cover them with my hands. "If you lay back down I'll be nice." he said and wiggled his fingers at me.
"Yeah right!" I said and kept my hands over my feet.
"Have it your way." he said and began to tickle my feet with both of his hands. I tried to grab his wrists and pull him away, but he was too strong for me.
When I realized I was losing the battle, I screamed "Okay! Okay! I lay down."
He stopped tickling my feet, but kept my legs trapped in between his. "That's better. As long as you stay down, I'll be easy on you, but if you try to sit up again, I'm gonna get Myles over here to help me tickle the hell out of you." he threatened.
"Couldn't we just tickle the hell out of her anyway?" Myles teased.
"NO!" I yelled at him. "Don't you dare get up from that couch!" I said.
He laughed, but (thankfully) stayed put.
James started to slowly trace one of his fingers up and down both of my feet, alternating left and right...left and right. Both my feet were twitching and I was giggling. I could feel my stomach muscles contract with every stroke as if my body was trying to implore me to sit up and make him stop.
"James stop!" I said, still giggling.
"What? I'm being gentle, right?" he said and kept tickling slowly.
"You said you would be NICE, and this isn't nice!" I said, trying to cover up his area of attack with the other foot.
"Well, it's nicer than this..." he said and tickled both my feet with all ten of his fingers for about thirty seconds.
"JAMES!!" I screamed and dissolved into laughter. I couldn't help myself this time, I sat up and tried to grab for his wrists again.
He stopped tickling, but kept his fingers poised at the ready on the bottom of both my feet. "I was just proving a point."
"What? That you're a sadistic asshole?" I said.
"Not nice." he said and wildly scribbled his fingers again for another thirty seconds.
"Okay! I'm sorry! Stop!!" I said while laughing.
"That's better. Now lay back down." he said and stopped tickling, but again, kept his fingers threateningly poised at the ready.
I can't tell you how hard it was to voluntarily lay back down, knowing that my feet would be at his mercy again. It was as if I was fighting with my own brain- it was trying to tell me to keep my muscles tensed up and in a sitting position, but I knew if I didn't lay back down, things were going to get much worse for me. James gave a very brief scribble, and jolted me into laying back down.
"Comfy?" he asked smugly.
"Oh yeah. Totally." I said sarcastically.
"Good. Now let's see....where was I?" he asked himself and went back to slowly tracing his finger up and down my feet. He then took his finger up passed my ankles, and continued up the back of my calves. I was wearing a pair of shorts, so my legs were completely unprotected. I FREAKED! The butterflies in my stomach went crazy, and my heart started to pound.
"Not there!" I yelled. I jumped and protectively reached down with one of my hands to grab his.
"Your calves are ticklish?" he asked puzzled. James wasn't all that ticklish himself. He probably only had one or two spots that made him laugh. So I guess he could have been genuinely surprised that I was as ticklish as I was on the back of my legs. Either that, or he was just playing dumb. It seemed to amuse the hell out of him that he had just discovered a spot that got an even stronger reaction out of me than my feet. He had a big grin on his face.
I found myself in a bit of a catch-22 because if I admitted that this spot was insanely ticklish, I knew he would torture me, but if I said no, he would feel the need to prove me wrong. At a loss as to which way to go, I didn't say anything.
"Let go of my hand." he said.
"I can't." I said because I truly couldn't think of letting him have voluntary free reign to tickle this area.
"Oh Myyyyles...." he said.
"Okay!" I said and let go of his hand. I nervously looked over at Myles to make sure that he wasn't getting up off of the other couch.
"I thought you might see it my way." he said and smiled at me.
"You are SUCH an asshole." I said with a laugh.
"Why do you say that? I'm just trying to relax you." he said and went back to gently tracing his fingers up and down the back of my calves.
I started to laugh again. "You're not!" I said through gritted teeth. I was trying not to show him how badly he was getting to me, but I don't think I was doing a very good job.
"But I'm being so gennnnntle." he said obnoxiously and took all five fingers of one of his hands and raked them softly up and down one of my calves. His fingernails were just long enough for me to feel them on his fingertips.
I bit my lip and grunted in an effort not to laugh, but after a couple of seconds, the laughter started anyway. "James please!" I begged.
"Oh c'mon, it can't be THAT bad." he said and kept up the slow and steady tickling.
"It is!" I squeaked.
He kept up the slow torturous tickles for about five more minutes. He discovered certain spots that made me jump and laugh the most (behind my knees, down by my ankles) and seemed to be having a ball taking me from full blown laughter (when he would scribble all of his fingers behind my knees) and then back down to steady giggles (just using one or two fingers to trace up and down my calf.)
"No more!" I pleaded.
"Okay, I'll tell ya what. I'll just trace my name out on your leg and then I'll stop." he said.
Thinking that this was the deal of the century, I agreed. Just five more tickles and he would stop. I could take that.
As he had been doing the entire time, he kept his pace very slow. Enunciating each letter in a very exaggerated sing-song voice. "Jayyyyyy." he dragged his fingernails in the shape of a "J" on the back of my calf just below my knee.
He continued doing the same for the rest of his name. Each letter excruciatingly slow and each one done in a different spot. After J.A.M.E.S was done, I breathed a sigh of relief.....Until he tickled me again and said "Mmmmm"
"M? You already did the M!" I interrupted with a panicked giggle.
"That was the M in my FIRST name, this is the M in my middle name. Michael starts with M." he said with a smile.
"You never said anything about your MIDDLE name!" I said.
"You never asked. Now where was I? Oh yeah....Mmmmm." he said and tickled me again.
"No! That's not fair, I thought you were just gonna do your first name!" I said.
"Guess you were wrong. Iiiiiiiiiiiiii." he said and tickle traced the shape of an "I" on my calf.
"James, I'm never gonna make it!" I pleaded and kept giggling. I tried to grab for his hand but couldn't.
"Deal's a deal. Ceeeeeeeee." he said and traced another letter.
My giggles turned into laughter and I grabbed onto one of the couch pillows to try and brace myself. I knew that as bad as this tickling was, if I sat up and tried to fight him, the tickling I got from him and Myles would be WAY worse. I just took it....all 25 letters of his first, middle, and last name. It must have gone on for about fifteen minutes. With each letter my laughter grew and my body kept jumping and twisting as if his fingers carried some kind of electrical charge that shocked me with every touch. When he got to the last letter, he took all ten of his fingers and quickly scribbled them all over the back of my legs and bottom of my feet for about thirty seconds. I fell in and out of silent laughter until his fingers finally came to rest.
I was panting as if I had just run a race.
"There...that wasn't so bad, was it?" he said with a smile.
"You're kidding, right?!" I shot back.
"I'm gonna hafta remember that spot in the future. That was pretty fun." he said and started to massage my feet.
At first touch on my feet I jumped, expecting tickles, but when I realized he had altruistic intentions, I relaxed.
"I'm glad YOU had fun." I said sarcastically.
"Hey Myles, how long is YOUR name?" he asked his buddy.
"Don't even THINK about it..." I said with a glare and a grin.
Thankfully, I never found out just how long Myles' name really was. With my luck his middle name probably would have wound up being Rumplestiltskin......
Maggie
I certainly could have purposefully instigated James into getting Myles to come over just by sitting up, but in the moment, (and this may not make any sense) the thought scared the hell out of me. I guess it's that love-hate thing again. 
