Hello all! It's been a long time since I've had time to post, but I have a story to tell (and a paper I should be working on). Procrastination is an art form.
I came home from university for my week off and found time to catch up with some of my old friends. Our group also included this guy I've been flirting with for the last few weeks, Andrew.
We were driving in my friend Becca's car heading back from a party at our other friend's house. She was DD for the night, carting around the group with her sober boyfriend in tow. Andrew also abstained from drinking or smoking because he had work in the morning. That left plenty of room for my best friend Mia and me to get completely smashed. I sat shotgun and I was reaching forward to fiddle with the radio when Andrew reached over and started to pet my head, lightly tapping his fingers over my hair. At first contact I jumped, with my reflexes slightly slowed and I giggled as I pushed his hand away. The light touch actually tickled.
"Don't do that!" I turned with a mock serious tone, "That's why we're not friends. You're so creepy." I teased.
"No." he said quietly, "This is creepy." his head was right near my left shoulder and both his hands had shot around my seat and started to spider at my sides. I jumped forward as much as my seatbelt would let me and let out a small squeal. He had yet to find out about my hyper sensitivity, so it wasn't as though I was expecting an attack. The ticklish feeling felt even stronger with my blurred senses.
"Don't!" I gripped his larger hands with mine and tried to lift them off my sides, but the position I was in gave him the perfect opportunity to shoot them into my under arms. I thrashed in my seat for a few more seconds before his hands retreated through the seats.
"Aw, I'll remember that one." I stuck my tongue out at him; he wiggled his fingers towards me as a threat.
We got to Mia's apartment and collapsed on the couch to drink some coffee and figure out our plans for the rest of the night. Being very much not in the right state of mind, I curled up on the couch under one of Mia's fluffy blankets and started to fall asleep. Andrew had positioned himself under my head and was being really sweet by stroking my hair. I was lulling into a gentle snooze when I felt a finger jab at my rib cage. My eyes shot open to find my friend Joe (Becca's boyfriend) crouched at my side exchanging looks with Andrew. I curled into a protective ball and tried to dart away from the attacking fingers, but Joe quickly located my sides and my legs, in the scramble, landed in Andrew's lap.
I actually wore shoes that night (opting for boots over my normal everyday birkenstocks due to the cold weather), so I was wearing socks even after I deposited my shoes by the door. Andrew commented on it as he ripped the sock off my flailing foot.
"Are these as bad as the rest of you?" Of course they were worse, but I didn't want him to realize that. I tried to cover up one foot with the other and kick him, but his fingers found the sensitive spots almost immediately (again, sobriety would have helped my escape efforts). "Your feet are so soft!" he teased and I could feel my face turning red from pent up laughter. Luckily, Mia came in with the coffee and made the boys let me go.
I assumed that he was done when we were going to drop him off. He'd been incredibly sweet the rest of the night. When we got to his house, he went around the car, awkwardly hugging Becca and Mia (the awkwardness was due to his attempt to hug us all inside the car) before turning towards me. I was still riding up front and he reached around to hug me. When his arms were around me (and still partially the car seat) he squeezed me closer a little bit. "aw come here, Rynn!" he grinned, digging his fingers into my sides as I was pinned to the car seat and him. I laughed loudly with surprise and fought to squirm away.
Andrew really embraced the tickle attack (makes me wonder if he has a thing for it?), but it was definitely a fun night.
-Rynn
I came home from university for my week off and found time to catch up with some of my old friends. Our group also included this guy I've been flirting with for the last few weeks, Andrew.
We were driving in my friend Becca's car heading back from a party at our other friend's house. She was DD for the night, carting around the group with her sober boyfriend in tow. Andrew also abstained from drinking or smoking because he had work in the morning. That left plenty of room for my best friend Mia and me to get completely smashed. I sat shotgun and I was reaching forward to fiddle with the radio when Andrew reached over and started to pet my head, lightly tapping his fingers over my hair. At first contact I jumped, with my reflexes slightly slowed and I giggled as I pushed his hand away. The light touch actually tickled.
"Don't do that!" I turned with a mock serious tone, "That's why we're not friends. You're so creepy." I teased.
"No." he said quietly, "This is creepy." his head was right near my left shoulder and both his hands had shot around my seat and started to spider at my sides. I jumped forward as much as my seatbelt would let me and let out a small squeal. He had yet to find out about my hyper sensitivity, so it wasn't as though I was expecting an attack. The ticklish feeling felt even stronger with my blurred senses.
"Don't!" I gripped his larger hands with mine and tried to lift them off my sides, but the position I was in gave him the perfect opportunity to shoot them into my under arms. I thrashed in my seat for a few more seconds before his hands retreated through the seats.
"Aw, I'll remember that one." I stuck my tongue out at him; he wiggled his fingers towards me as a threat.
We got to Mia's apartment and collapsed on the couch to drink some coffee and figure out our plans for the rest of the night. Being very much not in the right state of mind, I curled up on the couch under one of Mia's fluffy blankets and started to fall asleep. Andrew had positioned himself under my head and was being really sweet by stroking my hair. I was lulling into a gentle snooze when I felt a finger jab at my rib cage. My eyes shot open to find my friend Joe (Becca's boyfriend) crouched at my side exchanging looks with Andrew. I curled into a protective ball and tried to dart away from the attacking fingers, but Joe quickly located my sides and my legs, in the scramble, landed in Andrew's lap.
I actually wore shoes that night (opting for boots over my normal everyday birkenstocks due to the cold weather), so I was wearing socks even after I deposited my shoes by the door. Andrew commented on it as he ripped the sock off my flailing foot.
"Are these as bad as the rest of you?" Of course they were worse, but I didn't want him to realize that. I tried to cover up one foot with the other and kick him, but his fingers found the sensitive spots almost immediately (again, sobriety would have helped my escape efforts). "Your feet are so soft!" he teased and I could feel my face turning red from pent up laughter. Luckily, Mia came in with the coffee and made the boys let me go.
I assumed that he was done when we were going to drop him off. He'd been incredibly sweet the rest of the night. When we got to his house, he went around the car, awkwardly hugging Becca and Mia (the awkwardness was due to his attempt to hug us all inside the car) before turning towards me. I was still riding up front and he reached around to hug me. When his arms were around me (and still partially the car seat) he squeezed me closer a little bit. "aw come here, Rynn!" he grinned, digging his fingers into my sides as I was pinned to the car seat and him. I laughed loudly with surprise and fought to squirm away.
Andrew really embraced the tickle attack (makes me wonder if he has a thing for it?), but it was definitely a fun night.
-Rynn
