Bondo
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I saw some old friends last night, and it reminded me of a situation that happened with one of them, my friend Ramona.
(forgive me if I paraphrase, my memory fails me because this happened such a long time ago)
I used to live with four other people a few years back. We all shared the rent on a town house. On of my roommates was a friend of a friend named Ramona.
One night Ramona and I were on the couch watching TV. She looked a little disturbed so I asked her what was wrong. She said that nothing was really wrong, just that she was feeling a little down and it would probably pass. Being the closet tickling fanatic that I was, I said that life just needed to give her a good rib tickling. She sighed a little smile and said that she wasn't ticklish. Then she corrected herself and said she wasn't ticklish there.
(*curiosity stirred*)
She volunteered that there was in fact only one spot where she was ticklish. Then it happened...
(*heart racing*)
She stood up, put her arms out to the side and told me to "Go ahead and try to find it". I was anxious as all hell, but I played it as cool as I could. I decided to start at the top and work my way down.
I started by lightly stroking her ears...nothing but a stone cold confident look on her face. Then I traced down to her neck...still nothing. Her arms were still raised so I tried her armpits...not even a flinch. Onto her rib cage and sides...nope, she almost looked bored. How about the hips? I stroked and squeezed but I got no reaction whatsoever. Down to her knees, which I thought would be a sure shot...nothing worked. Well, there's only one place left by process of elimination.
As I gave up on her knees, I looked up at her. She was looking straight ahead and had developed a slightly worried look on her face. As I moved my hands towards her feet, the look of worry grew like she knew something was about to happen...and it did.
She had socks on, and she was still standing up so I traced my fingers across the tops of her socks. She started bouncing her knees a little, bit her bottom lip and let out a tiny little snicker. BINGO, X marks the spot! I ran my fingers along the sides of her socked feet and wiggled my fingers, she stepped away laughing.
It wasn't over just because I found her ticklish spot. That was the start. She said "uh oh", sat on the couch, peeled one of her socks halfway off and put her feet in the spot on the couch where I should be sitting. That my friends was an invitation, an invitation to which I couldn't RSVP any more quickly.
I lifted her legs, sat on the couch and put her feet in my lap. I looked at her, her head was turned away and her fist was covering her mouth as she was trying to hold in her laughter. I hadn't even done anything yet. I held one ankle and aimed my fingers an inch away from the bare heel she had exposed when she pulled her sock half off. She scrunched her eyes closed when I said the two preliminary words: "You ready?"
I started scratching her heel with my fingernails and she busted out laughing. I had to hold on like I was riding a mechanical bull the way she was kicking. My fingers made their way under the half removed sock and wiggled their way around a bit. The she jerked her leg and the sock came all the way off. Now her toes were exposed so I scratched right at the base where the toes meet the foot. She screamed and managed to get away from my grip. She was still laughing, and breathing like she just ran a mile.
She slumped face down over the side of the couch, arms hanging loosely, still giggling and doing a better job of catching her breath. I wonder if she thought I was done?
Was a little out of breath myself, so I let out a beavy breath. "Whew, that was fun. What about this one?" She was still laying face down, so I sat on her butt, bent her other knee toward me, shucked off her sock and went crazy with tickling on her sole. Her final words were "No wait" before she went into another fit of laughter. She burried her face into the arm of the couch to subside some of the loudness of her laughter. I scribbled away like there was no tomorrow because opportunities like this don't come along very often. After a few minutes of tickle torment, she started coughing from laughing too hard. That was my cue to stop.
She admitted that her moment of depression was gone and that she felt much better, so we went back to watching TV.
It was alot of fun and we left it at that. Looking back on the situation with the knowledge and openness I have today, I wish I would've asked her about why she invited me to tickle her like she did. All I did was make a little comment about tickling and it opened up the flood gates. I was too self conscious and "in the closet" back then to admit to my tickling fetish. We had the same friends, and I didn't want my fetishes to become common knowledge back then.
If I had a minute alone with her last night, I would've asked her about that night. We're making the effort to keep in better touch with each other, so maybe I'll ask her one of these days.
Bondo
(forgive me if I paraphrase, my memory fails me because this happened such a long time ago)
I used to live with four other people a few years back. We all shared the rent on a town house. On of my roommates was a friend of a friend named Ramona.
One night Ramona and I were on the couch watching TV. She looked a little disturbed so I asked her what was wrong. She said that nothing was really wrong, just that she was feeling a little down and it would probably pass. Being the closet tickling fanatic that I was, I said that life just needed to give her a good rib tickling. She sighed a little smile and said that she wasn't ticklish. Then she corrected herself and said she wasn't ticklish there.
(*curiosity stirred*)
She volunteered that there was in fact only one spot where she was ticklish. Then it happened...
(*heart racing*)
She stood up, put her arms out to the side and told me to "Go ahead and try to find it". I was anxious as all hell, but I played it as cool as I could. I decided to start at the top and work my way down.
I started by lightly stroking her ears...nothing but a stone cold confident look on her face. Then I traced down to her neck...still nothing. Her arms were still raised so I tried her armpits...not even a flinch. Onto her rib cage and sides...nope, she almost looked bored. How about the hips? I stroked and squeezed but I got no reaction whatsoever. Down to her knees, which I thought would be a sure shot...nothing worked. Well, there's only one place left by process of elimination.
As I gave up on her knees, I looked up at her. She was looking straight ahead and had developed a slightly worried look on her face. As I moved my hands towards her feet, the look of worry grew like she knew something was about to happen...and it did.
She had socks on, and she was still standing up so I traced my fingers across the tops of her socks. She started bouncing her knees a little, bit her bottom lip and let out a tiny little snicker. BINGO, X marks the spot! I ran my fingers along the sides of her socked feet and wiggled my fingers, she stepped away laughing.
It wasn't over just because I found her ticklish spot. That was the start. She said "uh oh", sat on the couch, peeled one of her socks halfway off and put her feet in the spot on the couch where I should be sitting. That my friends was an invitation, an invitation to which I couldn't RSVP any more quickly.
I lifted her legs, sat on the couch and put her feet in my lap. I looked at her, her head was turned away and her fist was covering her mouth as she was trying to hold in her laughter. I hadn't even done anything yet. I held one ankle and aimed my fingers an inch away from the bare heel she had exposed when she pulled her sock half off. She scrunched her eyes closed when I said the two preliminary words: "You ready?"
I started scratching her heel with my fingernails and she busted out laughing. I had to hold on like I was riding a mechanical bull the way she was kicking. My fingers made their way under the half removed sock and wiggled their way around a bit. The she jerked her leg and the sock came all the way off. Now her toes were exposed so I scratched right at the base where the toes meet the foot. She screamed and managed to get away from my grip. She was still laughing, and breathing like she just ran a mile.
She slumped face down over the side of the couch, arms hanging loosely, still giggling and doing a better job of catching her breath. I wonder if she thought I was done?
Was a little out of breath myself, so I let out a beavy breath. "Whew, that was fun. What about this one?" She was still laying face down, so I sat on her butt, bent her other knee toward me, shucked off her sock and went crazy with tickling on her sole. Her final words were "No wait" before she went into another fit of laughter. She burried her face into the arm of the couch to subside some of the loudness of her laughter. I scribbled away like there was no tomorrow because opportunities like this don't come along very often. After a few minutes of tickle torment, she started coughing from laughing too hard. That was my cue to stop.
She admitted that her moment of depression was gone and that she felt much better, so we went back to watching TV.
It was alot of fun and we left it at that. Looking back on the situation with the knowledge and openness I have today, I wish I would've asked her about why she invited me to tickle her like she did. All I did was make a little comment about tickling and it opened up the flood gates. I was too self conscious and "in the closet" back then to admit to my tickling fetish. We had the same friends, and I didn't want my fetishes to become common knowledge back then.
If I had a minute alone with her last night, I would've asked her about that night. We're making the effort to keep in better touch with each other, so maybe I'll ask her one of these days.
Bondo
However, your story inspired me. Maybe someday I'll use the same "life just needed to give her a good rib tickling." comment you did with depressed friends of mine and hope to get "lucky"
