tickl_chik6679
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I'm not all that great at retelling stories, and this is my first ever post, so please be gentle! (I'll try to make as little mistakes as possible for easy reading 
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BOB takes me out last night to an air field about ten minutes away from home to watch fighter planes practice their flight patterns. The night starts out like any other hang out with us just having some friendly banter, play fighting, making faces at each other, that is...until I turn around, my back to him, and I look up at the sky. Next thing I know, I'm practically on the ground laughing and yelling at him to stop! He attacked my sides, alternating between spider-tickling and quick pokes. On a scale of 1-10, I would say my sides are about a 5-7. While trying to fend him off I accidentally turned myself around so I was facing him. Well, this probably just about made his night because in the process of turning, I managed to pin myself (stupid, stupid, stupid!!!) against his truck. LUCKILY for me though, my arms we still protecting my delicate tummy (a 9 on the tickle scale). But oh no, he was having none of that. BOB tickled and tickled until he got through my arms and started lightly scratching my stomach, right around the bellybutton area (10). [I think we stopped for a bit, so I'll skip that part]
When BOB wasn't looking, I decided I could get some revenge....no matter how bad I would pay for it later. 😈 I sneaked up behind him and started to gingerly feel his sides with a little hope to find where that darned tickle spot was. (He's ticklish SOMEWHERE on his sides, under his arms, right behind and right in front of his armpits, his stomach, and behind the knees.) He laughed saying things like "get out of there" all the while laughing. What do I do? Taunt him with those annoying phrases like "what's the matter?" and "a bit ticklish are we?" or my personal fave "you can dish it out, but you can't take it? wimp"
[insert plane watching here]
It was getting cold so we decided to sit in his truck...bad idea lol. As he tickles my sides and I attempt to fight back to no avail, I end up tilting in the passenger seat so that my knees are pinned up against the car door by my body, WORST POSITION EVER, don't let it happen to you!! Because BOB was behind me and I was kind-of-sort-of laying on him-ish, he tried to push me up a little, his fingers (I don't think he did it on purpose) sneaking into my arm pits. I practically died right then and there 😱 I instantly, instinctively start squealing and I guess that was all the incentive he needed. He dug his finger straight through my armpit (9) and started tickling! So here I am, flailing about trying to get him out. I pick up the arm he's tickling under (bad idea) and try to move his hand out with my free hand but once I pick up that arm, he grabs it and pulls it back, holding it up by his face and with his OTHER arm (damn the human body for having two arms) he starts tickling right in the hollow of my armpit.
All in all, it was a pretty good night!!! I had fun, he had fun, he always has fun lol. I'm supposed to go to his house today to chill so if anything happens I'll def try to remember to post! Also, there's a few other encounters I have with him, so maybe I'll post them too? Sorry about the length, and I hope you enjoyed!!
) So I have a friend, and I'm not sure we will ever have a relationship, but whatever it is that is going on between us right now is phenomenal enough that I don't need anything more 
In case he is present (which this is where he belongs in all honesty!!!) I'll call him BOB. BOB and I have hung out a total of three times (including last night) since we graduated high school in June; and each time we hang out there is some major tickling going on. Myself? I'm very ticklish, but not below the waist (LUCKY ME) but BOB is ticklish virtually everywhere (or where ever I can get him >.<) Sorry, I told you I wasn't good at retelling, but anywayyyyy
In case he is present (which this is where he belongs in all honesty!!!) I'll call him BOB. BOB and I have hung out a total of three times (including last night) since we graduated high school in June; and each time we hang out there is some major tickling going on. Myself? I'm very ticklish, but not below the waist (LUCKY ME) but BOB is ticklish virtually everywhere (or where ever I can get him >.<) Sorry, I told you I wasn't good at retelling, but anywayyyyyBOB takes me out last night to an air field about ten minutes away from home to watch fighter planes practice their flight patterns. The night starts out like any other hang out with us just having some friendly banter, play fighting, making faces at each other, that is...until I turn around, my back to him, and I look up at the sky. Next thing I know, I'm practically on the ground laughing and yelling at him to stop! He attacked my sides, alternating between spider-tickling and quick pokes. On a scale of 1-10, I would say my sides are about a 5-7. While trying to fend him off I accidentally turned myself around so I was facing him. Well, this probably just about made his night because in the process of turning, I managed to pin myself (stupid, stupid, stupid!!!) against his truck. LUCKILY for me though, my arms we still protecting my delicate tummy (a 9 on the tickle scale). But oh no, he was having none of that. BOB tickled and tickled until he got through my arms and started lightly scratching my stomach, right around the bellybutton area (10). [I think we stopped for a bit, so I'll skip that part]
When BOB wasn't looking, I decided I could get some revenge....no matter how bad I would pay for it later. 😈 I sneaked up behind him and started to gingerly feel his sides with a little hope to find where that darned tickle spot was. (He's ticklish SOMEWHERE on his sides, under his arms, right behind and right in front of his armpits, his stomach, and behind the knees.) He laughed saying things like "get out of there" all the while laughing. What do I do? Taunt him with those annoying phrases like "what's the matter?" and "a bit ticklish are we?" or my personal fave "you can dish it out, but you can't take it? wimp"
[insert plane watching here]
It was getting cold so we decided to sit in his truck...bad idea lol. As he tickles my sides and I attempt to fight back to no avail, I end up tilting in the passenger seat so that my knees are pinned up against the car door by my body, WORST POSITION EVER, don't let it happen to you!! Because BOB was behind me and I was kind-of-sort-of laying on him-ish, he tried to push me up a little, his fingers (I don't think he did it on purpose) sneaking into my arm pits. I practically died right then and there 😱 I instantly, instinctively start squealing and I guess that was all the incentive he needed. He dug his finger straight through my armpit (9) and started tickling! So here I am, flailing about trying to get him out. I pick up the arm he's tickling under (bad idea) and try to move his hand out with my free hand but once I pick up that arm, he grabs it and pulls it back, holding it up by his face and with his OTHER arm (damn the human body for having two arms) he starts tickling right in the hollow of my armpit.
All in all, it was a pretty good night!!! I had fun, he had fun, he always has fun lol. I'm supposed to go to his house today to chill so if anything happens I'll def try to remember to post! Also, there's a few other encounters I have with him, so maybe I'll post them too? Sorry about the length, and I hope you enjoyed!!
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