TICKLISH WEEKEND M/F Tickle Fiction
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Ticklish Weekend
FeathrsTip/Morandilas
"Are you still ticklish?"
The words Jim spoke took a few seconds to register in Jennifer's mind before
they impacted her and she sprang to her feet in an attempt to get away.
Jennifer had just turned nineteen and as a birthday celebration she invited
her
best friend Karen and her two very close male friends Jim, and Marc. To a
weekend getaway to her parents cottage in Wisconsin.
Jennifer and Karen had not seen Jim and Marc since they went their separate
ways right after highschool. Although they all kept in touch through letters
and the occasional phone call. They had been friends since grade school and
had
even taken turns dating each other through highschool. Although now they
were
just really good friends.
The weekend had been a total disaster from the very start. Karen cancel due
to
a sudden illness. Jennifer was left to deal with the two jokesters herself
for
the entire weekend, and finally from the moment they arrived it had rained
day
and night.Not to mention the beer they had brought with them ran out by
Saturday afternoon.
The only positive thing that happen was when Jennifer discovered an old
Monopoly game in the storage shed at the cottage. But then again how many
games
of monopoly could you play before you got bored silly.
By Sunday the trio was bored out of their minds and in an act of sudden
inspiration.
" I know what we can do to relieve the boredom!"Jim exclaimed
"are you still ticklish? " Jim grinned leveling his attention directly at
Jennifer.
The weather had proven as cold as it was damp that weekend, and the trio had
been sitting with their legs crossed on the floor in front of the cottage's
cozy fireplace when Jim made his little suggestion and menacing question.
Jennifer was wearing a fuzzy pink sweater pull over, blue-jeans, a pair of
thick gray socks, and her velvet like red booties which Jim always referred
to
as her Elf shoes, because of their design.
Jennifer squealed when she felt the grip of Jim's hand close around her left
ankle as she attempted to flee the area. Her mind quickly flashed back to
the
numerous occasions through grade school and high school that Jim and Marc
had
made Jennifer and Karen the targets of their ticklish assaults. The whole
neighborhood would refer to the evil duo as the "Tickle Fiends".
In a flash Marc was upon her also and soon the trio had collapsed onto the
floor in a pile of giggling bodies. Jennifer rolled onto her back giggling
and
pleading for the guys not to tickle her. She kicked wildly and tried
desperately to scramble out from under Jim and Marc's grasps.
Marc quickly straddled Jennifer's waist and had her pinned with both of her
arms above her head. He was holding her this way with only one arm and thus
had
his other free to tickle at any moment.
Jim had straddled her legs just below the knees and he bent over and
securely
pinned her ankles together under one arm. Her wiggling bootie covered feet
wiggling directly in front of him.
Jennifer looked up with pleading eyes at Marc.
"Please you guys know I can't stand to be tickled! Please don't tickle me!"
She
begged knowing full well it was a futile gesture with these two fiendish
ticklers.
"Not a chance!" Marked said grinning evilly.
"Shall we remove these booties first Marc?" Jim asked menacingly.
"Please no!Not the feet! Anything but the feet!" Jennifer screamed.
"Anywhere else?" Marc grinned wiggling his free hand's fingers above her
ticklish ribs.
Jennifer screwed her eyes shut and began to shake her head back and forth
giggling hysterically.
"Just a little ticklish Jen? " Jim laughed
"No ones even touched her yet!" Marc chuckled.
Jim began to slowly remove her right bootie as Jennifer clenched the toes of
her right foot in a frantic attempt to keep her slipper from being removed.
" Thats one!" Jim exclaimed as he pulled the bootie off and discarded it.
" Please noooooo!" Jennifer began to scream with laughter.
"lets see if this foots as ticklish as I remember." Jim said while he slowly
stroked the sole of her stocking right foot.
'AhhhhhNOOOO!" Jennifer screamed and then broke into hysterical laughter
while
desperately wiggling her foot.
" How about the ribs?" Marc asked as he began to probe and tickle her ribs
mercilessly.
Jennifer began to buck, scream, curse and laugh for them to stop. But they
showed little mercy.
"Tickle, Tickle" Marc said as he furiously tickled her ribs through her
sweater. Soon her sweater rode up revealing her tummy and cute little belly
button. Marc couldn't resist when he saw this and began to blow raspberries
on
her tummy making her arch her back and squeal with insane laughter.
"Cootchey,cootchey, coo!" Jim laughed as he removed her other slipper and
went
to work on her ticklish stocking feet.
Jennifer was beside herself with hysterical laughter.The terrible tickling
she
was receiving from these two fiends was maddening. She was so hopelessly
ticklish and these two were ruthless.
Marc began to scramble his hands up Jennifer sweater and started tickling
the
hollows of her armpits while Jim leaned back and began to squeeze her knee
caps. They knew all of her weak spots and were exploiting them all.
The intensity of this tickling had left jennifer in a state of total
hysteria.
Soon her laugh desolved into a silent scream and tears began to flow from
her
eyes. The dual immediately ceased the tickling and Jennifer tried to recover
from the ticklish experience.
The two gave her about a five minute break and then after whispering amongst
themselves they lifted the existed Jennifer by her arms and legs and carried
her to the edge of an oriental rug in the rooms center.
Before Jennifer realized what they had in mind the boys had rolled her into
the
carpet with only her feet and head remaining exposed. She was trapped and
knew
what was coming next.
Marc sat at the center of her cocoon completing her inability to move while
Jim
sat at her feet and slowly began to remove her socks revealing her tender
and
ticklish soles.
" Leave my feet alone you bastards" Screamed a panicking Jennifer.
"Please don't tickle my barefeet!" Jennifer pleaded.
" Sorry kid" Jim laughed and began to tickle her barefeet with reckless
abandon
Jennifer was tickled this way for the next 15 minutes. When they were
through
all she could do is lay there panting and giggling saying "please no more,
no
more" the guys finally showed mercy and released her after she promised to
make
breakfast for them the next morning.
The next day Jennifer cooked Jim and Marc breakfast as promised and soon
they
began to clean, pack and be on their way back to Chicago.Half way home
Jennifer
noticed while driving a sign at the sign of the road that read
"Renaissance Fair Next Right"
" Hey todays the first sunny day we have had this how trip. Lets stop there
it
will be a blast." Jennifer said excitedly.
" Anything you want birthday girl" Marc said
" Sure lets go" Jim said
" I heard that a guy there named Kurt or something. Has a set of actual
wooden
stocks and he and his company arrest customers on trumped up charges and you
could take pictures of them in the stocks. That would be fun we can get pics
of
Jen in there!"
Jim said nudging Marc.
"Hey that will be fun!" Jennifer agreed
"Yeah tons of laughs" Both Jim and Marc said stifling their chuckles and
grinning evilly.
"Lots of laughs"..........................
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