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Tickle Me Mercilessly

You and I had been friends for quiet some time, sharing a common bond in subversive, dumb comedies, quirky cartoons and a general agreement that laughing a lot is the best way to spend out your life to zero in this world. We met through our jobs awhile back; your flashing eyes and warm smile put me at easy the very first day. Finding out that we had so much in common had been a bonus and so it became very easy for us to fall into a comfortable friendship.

We didn't have anything sexual between us except my secret pinning for you. I tried to hide it. Being the kind of man that you are, you either didn't notice my hopeless desire for you or just didn't act on my weakness. Even when we started spending more and more time together, including weekends, I channeled all my sexual frustrations into being the same old, goofy and silly girl that you had come to know so well.

We went to clubs, movies, and outdoor concerts in the summer, just generally enjoying each others company. Who knew that we would be so evenly matched in other ways as well?

*****

We started out Friday night like others, each of us hemming and hawing about what we should do. Go to this club or that, a movie? After several minutes of indecision we decided to stay in for a change. You had brought over some movies that we both loved and I had a couple of steaks that were just waiting for the grill. Decision made, we both took turns in the bathroom changing into more comfortable clothes. You had an overnight bag at my place for those evenings when after heavy club-hopping, my couch looked better then a hospital bed. I felt a pang in my loins at the thought of you sleeping over, so close to my bed, yet so far away. I would probably be lying awake thinking about your sleeping body tonight.

"Oh well, no work tomorrow… and who needs sleep anyway." I said to myself.

When I came into the kitchen in my pajamas you said while staring at my chest, "Hmmm, nice tank top, are you cold?" I swatted a hand at you as you dodged my attack, "Actually, I think that those mean that you're done cooking." I swatted at you again laughing and said, "Hey, go make the salad funny boy while I light the grill. Oh, can you open the bottle of wine in the fridge, Thanks?" You bowed and trotted off to the kitchen as my eyes shifted over your nicely moving butt.

*****

We ate until the meat was gone and the salad was decimated to a few scattered leaves. Both of us agreed that the wine my boss had given me for Christmas was good, and vowed to look for more. I cleared the table while you got one of the movies set up. Once we both had settled down into my squishy couch, it wasn't very long before we both were laughing at the jokes we knew too well and yelling out the lines before they came up. You kept reaching out to touch my arm, shoulder, or hands; a habit of your affectionate nature that always made my heart skip faster.

When the movie got the part that always made me laugh the hardest, you reached over and rubbed my belly quickly, which in turn only made me laugh harder and try to get away from your touch.

"Ah, I think the girl is ticklish!" you exclaimed and moved closer, wiggling your fingers at me in a menacing way.

"You wouldn't dare!" I threw out at you.

Mischievous hazel eyes narrowed in my direction and you moved just a little closer.

"Why would you say that? Don't like to be tickled?"

I looked at you for a second, knowing inside that I had a serious thing about being tickled. The idea that a man, and such an attractive one no less, would and could tickle me, just about caught my panties on fire. I thought to myself that if I never get to bed you, then at least maybe I can live out a fetish with you without you knowing about it. So I tossed my blonde hair and cast out the bait.

"Oh, no…I never like to be tickled, especially by a total geek like you."

I over exaggerated every word and stuck my tongue out at you just for good measure. Your eyes widened slightly and then an evil grin stretched across your face. In a villainous voice and while rubbing your hands together you said, "Ha! Now I have you my clutches girl; there is no escape from the Tickle Terrorist!" I squeaked in delighted fear as you pounced in my direction.

Your sudden move gave me no time to untangle my legs out from under me, so I fell to the floor instead of making a hasty escape. I squeaked again as you fell on top of me, trying to contain my squirming form. Somehow in all the struggle you ended up straddling my body right above my hips, you feet folded over the tops of my thighs and pressing them down on the floor. We were both laughing and fighting as you tried to gather both of my wrists in one hand.

"Success!" you cried out, "The crowd cheers our lofty hero!"

"Hey, no fair since you only out weigh me by a hundred pounds or more!"

I looked up at you; you brown hair was a mess and you were slightly panting like me. Your dancing eyes were twinkling down into mine and I noticed that your shirt was all askew, enough so that I could see your chest hair peaking out of the collar.

"What should the Tickle Terrorist start with first? And such a wide array of targets to choose from!"

You pulled my wrists up high and planted them down above my head. I wiggled like crazy, trying to pull them away, when your fingertips started to twirl in my armpits. My face felt hot as sharp, loud screams of laugher burst out of me.

"No, no, no, no….ah, stop, stop!" Out came my begging requests. Your fingers drifted around my neck while I tried to capture those torturous offenders with my chin.

"Wow, listen to those little feet just drumming away on the carpet!" you said smiling. "I'll have to get to them soon." Your fingers wiggled a path up the insides of my arms, back down past my neck and into my armpits again.

"No, no, no, mercy!" I pleaded, twisting my face from side to side.

"Don't like to be tickled, eh? Well this is one geek that will make sure you never forget this tickle session." You threatened as I felt your fingers brushed down the side of my body and up over my belly. They grazed between my breasts, once, twice, and then back down to my stomach.

Mixed in with the shaking of my muscles from all the laughing, I could feel my sex swelling to tenderness; getting wetter and softer by the second. I gasped as you hand brushed the undersides of my breast. Was it an accident? I was not sure but hoped that it would happen again.

"I just love tickling you." You said over my face, "All this wiggling sure is good for me." You winked and tickled back up my side, brushing my breast again. You shifted to transfer my wrists from one hand to the other as I made an earnest attempt at escape. However you were just too strong for me.

"Other side!" you announced and proceed to follow the same path you had just taken.

My legs were positively thrashing about as I tried to buck you off with my hips. Had I just heard you groan with pleasure? Your swift fingers pulled up my shirt, exposing my stomach.

"What," I panted "Are you doing?"

"Getting ready to tickle that soft, vunerable belly skin of yours." You growled.

I looked into your eyes, your lids half-shut; your lips parted just a crack. My cunt screamed to get my attention; my panties were positively soaked!

"I love tickling girls." You said as your fingers danced over my stomach, sending more laughter flying out of my mouth. I noticed for the first time that you were pushing a very hard erection into my pelvis and hip. I groaned involuntarily.

"Now that sure was a funny sounding laugh." You said as you rubbing your cock against me, "Hmmm, there it was again. I wonder what caused that." You teased me, making my nipples rise.

It took a few gasping breathes for me to realize that your hand was stroking my belly instead of tickling. I looked back up at you and this time your eyes were dark with something that I could only hope was desire for me.

"Do you yield?" your eyebrow rose to the question.

"Is that the best you can do?" I flirted back.

You looked at me with mock surprise. "Like playing with fire, eh, well let's see just how much of you really is ticklish shall we?"

You leaned closer towards my face, your hips were planted on top of mine and I felt you sliding my tank top up higher, exposing my ribs and lower breasts. For a second we started at each other, your hazel eyes dwelling over my blue ones. I wanted you to kiss me so very badly.

"You really do like this don't you?" you asked.

My face blushed hard, "Yes", I said quietly, taking a chance at your rejection. I jumped with surprise when your lips fell down upon mine. "I really do like to tickle girls." You said between gentle pecks at my lips. " It's this sort of thing that I want to do…but it is hard to find girls who would like it back and not think I'm weird." Your erection rubbed my hip again, "I like it in a more then a just for fun sort of way…if you catch my drift." Your lips were seducing my senses and your words were making my head spin.

"Is it alright? Do you want me to stop?" A worried look formed in your face. My heart melted at your concern. "You can tickle me anytime you want to." I murmured softly and pushed my hips up to meet your.

Your eyelids got that heavy look again but a sly smile drifted over your mouth. "How about here. Are you ticklish here too?" Fingers grazed my ribs lightly; just the tips brushing over the undersides of my breast. I giggled and sighed at the same time. I was torn between the need to lean into your touch or retreat it. Pure torture! Your fingers tickled in a wide arch that included my stomach, between my breast and all around them. Your hands were so masterful at avoiding my nipples, even with all of my squirming and laughing.

Fingers floated over my skin. They pressed into the palms of my hands, down my inner arms, over my armpits, around my breasts, and a finger or two sliding between my stomach and the waistband of my sweats. This last action caused me to gasp and reach my lips out for yours. "Hmmm, how about here?" as you pulled your head back smiling, your fingers tracing my areolas through my top. "Does this tickle too?" My body jumped at the softness of your touch. "Yes." I replied, "But in a really good way." ...
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