iticklejessi
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Hi Everyone! I think this is the first time I've ever contributed a story, much less a true one. This happened a few weeks back...
I tagged along with my buddy "Steven" to his acquaintance "Bianca's" birthday. She's Spanish, kinda cute and kinda ugly at the same time, it's like you have to catch her in the right light. She's not really friends with anyone as much as she's everyone in the area's pot dealer, so the party was filled with people there mainly for the free booze.
The party had migrated out front to the driveway, everyone was feeling good off of the batch of "hunch punch" that was in a cooler inside. I dipped inside to use the bathroom. After going about my business and grabbing a fresh beer out of the fridge (I brought my own Miller High Life, nobody likes a mooch), I was about to walk back outside when I noticed Bianca laying on the couch by herself. I walked over to her and said, "What's going on? How come you aren't outside with everyone else?"
She replied, "I would be, but I just don't have the energy. I've been drinking since 4 in the afternoon and we just smoked a few joints, I'm feeling pretty spaced out hahaha."
While she was talking, I gave her a once-over. I noticed she had taken her shoes off over the course of the night, and sitting at the end of this couch were her pair of surprisingly adorable, pale, well-kept, soft-looking feet. Her soles were pretty dirty from walking around barefoot all night. Upon noticing this, I realized my chance. Being the naturally sarcastic guy that I am, it seemed fitting that I poked a little fun at her. "Hahaha well clearly, you're a mess. Just look at you! Laying down at your own party! Even your feet are dirty as hell!"
And she totally took the bait. She lifted her foot up to the top of the couch's backrest where I was standing and said "I know! Look at them!" To which I responded, "Well, we can do something about that!" And with one hand I grabbed her ankle, and with the other hand, the one holding the cold, condensation-covered beer, frantically rubbed the beer on her foot. "This oughta do the trick!"
She went crazy! "HAHAHAHA OH NOOOO STOOOOOPPP!!!" she said. I said to her, "What's wrong?", and she said "IT TICKLES! STOOOPPPPP!!!!", to which I responded, "But your feet are still so dirty! They've gotta be really scrubbed..." So I set down the beer and started flailing my fingers up and down her dirty soles. "NOOOOOOO YOU HAVE TO STOP I'M SO TICKLISSSSSHHHHH AAAAHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" I went on with it for a while, playing dumb, saying things like "I don't get what's so funny...I'm just cleaning off your feet. I'm doing YOU a favor!", and meanwhile she's still losing her mind. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP MY FEET ARE TOO TICKLISH HAHAHAHA!!!!" Then I grabbed her other foot and said, "This one needs some cleaning, too!" I "scrubbed" her soles with my finger tips for another five or ten minutes. "PPLLLLEEEAASSSEEE I CAN'T TAKE IT IT TICKLES TOOOOO MUCCCHHHHH!!!" Then I pretended like I got it finally and said, "Ohhhh you're ticklish? Then what happens when I do...THIS!" and went straight for her ribs and belly. "OOOOHHHHH NOOOOO STOOOOPPPP I CAN'T BREEEEEEEEEAAAATHE!!!!!!!"
I was probably tickling her for a good fifteen, twenty minutes, when people started walking in from outside. I decided to show her some mercy (It was her birthday, after all!) and give her a rest. I walked outside to smoke a cigarette and return to hanging out with the people I came with. After another half hour of drinking and stuff, my buddy Steven was ready to leave, so we walked inside to say goodbye. Bianca was just where I left her on the couch. I walked up to her with a smirk and said, "Well, we're getting out of here. I had a GREAT time, hope you did, too!" She said, "Yeah I did, as a matter of fact, Mr. Tickle Monster. You're friends with Steven on Facebook, right? I'll have to look you up..." I'm still waiting for that friend request...
Hope you guys enjoyed. I''d love some feedback, this is my first story after all.
I tagged along with my buddy "Steven" to his acquaintance "Bianca's" birthday. She's Spanish, kinda cute and kinda ugly at the same time, it's like you have to catch her in the right light. She's not really friends with anyone as much as she's everyone in the area's pot dealer, so the party was filled with people there mainly for the free booze.
The party had migrated out front to the driveway, everyone was feeling good off of the batch of "hunch punch" that was in a cooler inside. I dipped inside to use the bathroom. After going about my business and grabbing a fresh beer out of the fridge (I brought my own Miller High Life, nobody likes a mooch), I was about to walk back outside when I noticed Bianca laying on the couch by herself. I walked over to her and said, "What's going on? How come you aren't outside with everyone else?"
She replied, "I would be, but I just don't have the energy. I've been drinking since 4 in the afternoon and we just smoked a few joints, I'm feeling pretty spaced out hahaha."
While she was talking, I gave her a once-over. I noticed she had taken her shoes off over the course of the night, and sitting at the end of this couch were her pair of surprisingly adorable, pale, well-kept, soft-looking feet. Her soles were pretty dirty from walking around barefoot all night. Upon noticing this, I realized my chance. Being the naturally sarcastic guy that I am, it seemed fitting that I poked a little fun at her. "Hahaha well clearly, you're a mess. Just look at you! Laying down at your own party! Even your feet are dirty as hell!"
And she totally took the bait. She lifted her foot up to the top of the couch's backrest where I was standing and said "I know! Look at them!" To which I responded, "Well, we can do something about that!" And with one hand I grabbed her ankle, and with the other hand, the one holding the cold, condensation-covered beer, frantically rubbed the beer on her foot. "This oughta do the trick!"
She went crazy! "HAHAHAHA OH NOOOO STOOOOOPPP!!!" she said. I said to her, "What's wrong?", and she said "IT TICKLES! STOOOPPPPP!!!!", to which I responded, "But your feet are still so dirty! They've gotta be really scrubbed..." So I set down the beer and started flailing my fingers up and down her dirty soles. "NOOOOOOO YOU HAVE TO STOP I'M SO TICKLISSSSSHHHHH AAAAHHHHHHHHHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!" I went on with it for a while, playing dumb, saying things like "I don't get what's so funny...I'm just cleaning off your feet. I'm doing YOU a favor!", and meanwhile she's still losing her mind. "HAHAHAHAHAHAHA STOP MY FEET ARE TOO TICKLISH HAHAHAHA!!!!" Then I grabbed her other foot and said, "This one needs some cleaning, too!" I "scrubbed" her soles with my finger tips for another five or ten minutes. "PPLLLLEEEAASSSEEE I CAN'T TAKE IT IT TICKLES TOOOOO MUCCCHHHHH!!!" Then I pretended like I got it finally and said, "Ohhhh you're ticklish? Then what happens when I do...THIS!" and went straight for her ribs and belly. "OOOOHHHHH NOOOOO STOOOOPPPP I CAN'T BREEEEEEEEEAAAATHE!!!!!!!"
I was probably tickling her for a good fifteen, twenty minutes, when people started walking in from outside. I decided to show her some mercy (It was her birthday, after all!) and give her a rest. I walked outside to smoke a cigarette and return to hanging out with the people I came with. After another half hour of drinking and stuff, my buddy Steven was ready to leave, so we walked inside to say goodbye. Bianca was just where I left her on the couch. I walked up to her with a smirk and said, "Well, we're getting out of here. I had a GREAT time, hope you did, too!" She said, "Yeah I did, as a matter of fact, Mr. Tickle Monster. You're friends with Steven on Facebook, right? I'll have to look you up..." I'm still waiting for that friend request...
Hope you guys enjoyed. I''d love some feedback, this is my first story after all.
Thanks for sharing it with us here. 
