(Haha! sorry, another one. 🙂)
I finally got my friend to recklessly tickle me back. 😀 So here's the story. Listen up. (or "read up" if you want to be literal 🙄 haha)
My friend and I sat together huddled on the bench in the cold. I wore a longsleaved shirt layerd under a polo, and my friend, a thick jacket and shorts, huddled close to me. Across from me was my other friend, his head in his hands, looking rather gloomy.
"What's wrong??" I asked him. "You look so sad.."
"He's mad because he didn't bring food, and he was late. We all ate ours already." answered my friend next to me. "Cheer up, buddy!"
"Yeah!" My other friend tried telling him random things from across the table to make him smile. Nothing much came back.
I walked over to the other side where he was. "I'll cheer him up!" I clawed his sides with my nails through his jacket. He screamed once in surprise, and squirmed trying to hold it in. I went faster, and he started to laugh. My friend who I left on the other side laughed at us. He grabbed one of my wrists and pulled it hard, to trap me against his back. My other hand still stroked his side.
"AAAHAHahahahaha! STOP!! I'm ticklishahahaha!!!" He laughed. "STOP TICKLING ME!!" After a while, he successfully grabbed my other wrist, and pulled it from underneath. I was stuck on his back, arms being held onto for dear life. I tried to break free of his hands. No budge. "I'll let go if you'll promise to stop tickling me." I didn't answer. Like that'll ever happen.
I curled my fingers how I could, to poke his ribs. "STOP!" He had changed his grip to pull my hand with my sleave. I wiggled my hand under, and tickled his underarms through my sleave. "AAAHHH!!! not there!! AAHAHA! NOT THEHEHERE! AAHAHHAHAHAHA!" My mouth tugged a huge grin at his reaction. His arms were immediately squeezed together where my hand was under his arm, and he pulled and held tight to my other arm still over his shoulder. I wiggled my fingers in the tight area while he laughed his head off. "STOHOHOP!"
My other friends (including the one I was sitting with before) who were laughing at the predicament. "Okay, okay, seriously, stop, now." They said. I stopped, and he let go of both my arms, and was left panting.
He glared at me. He growled like a bear, and reached for my side and tickled me. "AH!" I jumped in surprise, and he pulled me toward him onto his lap. He aggressively stroked and prodded my sides. I giggled shyly, and tried to keep as close to him as possible to let him keep going. His hands quickly and suddenly started to move upward, making me giggle even more. He stopped for a second, his hands still on my sides. But only a second.
Just then he shot his hands straight under my arms. "EEEEEEEKKK!!" I SCREAMED and stood up. My arms slammed in tight, at first reflex. He effortlessly wiggled his fingers into my armpits, and the sensations came back all at once. All those days of being poked didn't matter anymore. He finally found my weakness. My friends laughed at me now, but I never took any care for them.
I tripped on the bench, and he let go. I stepped away. He laughed and pointed his finger at my face. "AHA! Revenge!!!" he yelled turning his hand into a fist. I laughed, and later on came back for more. 😀
What I've learned from the story is that, my other friend lets me tickle him (which of course, I like), but the other hates it, but puts up a good fight.
(I'll add to this, when I find out more.) 😉
😀 😀 Tell me what you think!
I finally got my friend to recklessly tickle me back. 😀 So here's the story. Listen up. (or "read up" if you want to be literal 🙄 haha)
My friend and I sat together huddled on the bench in the cold. I wore a longsleaved shirt layerd under a polo, and my friend, a thick jacket and shorts, huddled close to me. Across from me was my other friend, his head in his hands, looking rather gloomy.
"What's wrong??" I asked him. "You look so sad.."
"He's mad because he didn't bring food, and he was late. We all ate ours already." answered my friend next to me. "Cheer up, buddy!"
"Yeah!" My other friend tried telling him random things from across the table to make him smile. Nothing much came back.
I walked over to the other side where he was. "I'll cheer him up!" I clawed his sides with my nails through his jacket. He screamed once in surprise, and squirmed trying to hold it in. I went faster, and he started to laugh. My friend who I left on the other side laughed at us. He grabbed one of my wrists and pulled it hard, to trap me against his back. My other hand still stroked his side.
"AAAHAHahahahaha! STOP!! I'm ticklishahahaha!!!" He laughed. "STOP TICKLING ME!!" After a while, he successfully grabbed my other wrist, and pulled it from underneath. I was stuck on his back, arms being held onto for dear life. I tried to break free of his hands. No budge. "I'll let go if you'll promise to stop tickling me." I didn't answer. Like that'll ever happen.
I curled my fingers how I could, to poke his ribs. "STOP!" He had changed his grip to pull my hand with my sleave. I wiggled my hand under, and tickled his underarms through my sleave. "AAAHHH!!! not there!! AAHAHA! NOT THEHEHERE! AAHAHHAHAHAHA!" My mouth tugged a huge grin at his reaction. His arms were immediately squeezed together where my hand was under his arm, and he pulled and held tight to my other arm still over his shoulder. I wiggled my fingers in the tight area while he laughed his head off. "STOHOHOP!"
My other friends (including the one I was sitting with before) who were laughing at the predicament. "Okay, okay, seriously, stop, now." They said. I stopped, and he let go of both my arms, and was left panting.
He glared at me. He growled like a bear, and reached for my side and tickled me. "AH!" I jumped in surprise, and he pulled me toward him onto his lap. He aggressively stroked and prodded my sides. I giggled shyly, and tried to keep as close to him as possible to let him keep going. His hands quickly and suddenly started to move upward, making me giggle even more. He stopped for a second, his hands still on my sides. But only a second.
Just then he shot his hands straight under my arms. "EEEEEEEKKK!!" I SCREAMED and stood up. My arms slammed in tight, at first reflex. He effortlessly wiggled his fingers into my armpits, and the sensations came back all at once. All those days of being poked didn't matter anymore. He finally found my weakness. My friends laughed at me now, but I never took any care for them.
I tripped on the bench, and he let go. I stepped away. He laughed and pointed his finger at my face. "AHA! Revenge!!!" he yelled turning his hand into a fist. I laughed, and later on came back for more. 😀
What I've learned from the story is that, my other friend lets me tickle him (which of course, I like), but the other hates it, but puts up a good fight.
(I'll add to this, when I find out more.) 😉
😀 😀 Tell me what you think!
