The Ticklish Bitch #3
(Posted on Tuesday, June 8, 1999)
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To read the 1st story in this series, click The Ticklish Bitch #1.

THESE STORIES ARE TRUE. THEY DON'T ALWAYS INVOLVE A BONAFIDE "BITCH" (WHATEVER THAT IS) THOUGH THEY MAY INVOLVE SOMEONE WHO'S BEEN BITCHY AT TIMES, SOMETIMES RIGHT BEFORE THE TICKLING.

I hadn't tickled Mom as an adult - wasn't even sure if she was ticklish, let alone where and to what extent, until a friend of mine tickled her feet (THE TICKLISH BITCH #1) when we were both 18. Mom, a petite brunette in her mid-to-late forties at the time, and who was half asleep on the living room sofa, giggled as his fingers made quick contact with her size-6 bare soles.

I had seen Johnny (my friend) tickle people in the past. Quick tickles to the feet, especially sneaking up and tweaking ribs. Of course, he probably didn't do it much more than the average person, but of course, I made mental notes of it. So I knew he liked to tickle and tease for fun. I guess when he realized that I didn't mind that he had tickled my mom's feet, and that I actually enjoyed watching it, he was encouraged to try it again.

At this point I didn't know exactly what Mom had thought of the first foot-tickling, which lasted about 2 seconds. She may have forgotten it. I guessed that she didn't think much of it, one way or the other. At least, she wasn't mad about it.

The next time Johnny came over, after our usual afternoon basketball game, Mom was in her usual position, wearing a t-shirt and shorts, relaxing on the couch after work. This time, though, she was awake and the TV was on. She was laying on her back. Again, her size-6 feet barely were resting on the armrest at the opposite end of the couch from where her head was. When I saw her little bare feet and I knew that Johnny was standing there next to me in the next room, I reminded him of the foot-tickling he did last time.

To my delight, he was amused and was somewhat interested in trying again. He felt a little nervous this time, as Mom was wide awake. Though she is a nice lady, she was a bit intimidating at times, and not someone you'd think would be open to having her son's friend give her a tickling.

He never went through with it that day - though he almost did. As we started talking to her for a few minutes, he knelt by her feet and chatted with her. As we were leaving, he used an open palm to pat/slap the bottom of her foot and said, "Good-bye." He even used about half a second to grab her foot, almost as if he was shaking her hand. Again, she didn't comment on it. On the one hand, what he did didn't tickle, so she didn't giggle. But the important thing was that it was so brief and subtle, she really didn't comment on it at all. She simply accepted it.

It was the next visit that furthered the tickling relationship: This time, again in the afternoon, our other buddies Mark and Tom came by, too. She knew them from the neighborhood for years. That day, she was in a sweet mood, though tired. She looked sleepy and Johnny sat on the couch by her feet. As she talked, he just picked up her feet slightly and placed them near his lap. He was wearing shorts and her bare soles were resting on his hairy legs. I found that interesting and loved watching it.

He softly began to massage her feet, while she was talking about being tired, so that it seemed to be in context with the conversation. Then, she said the magic words, "Youre going to put me right to sleep."

That was a perfect in. Johnny said, "Well, don't worry. I can always wake you up."

With that, he gave one of her feet a firm, quick, tickle, and she shrieked "Hey!" She pulled her foot back a bit. This happened in the full view of Mark, Tom, and myself. Johnny snickered and said, "She's ticklish." It was said with a tone almost suggesting that he knows this information well.

That was all the tickling (or other foot contact) that took place that day. And this, too, is the end of this segment. Again, though, the tickling relationship was further enhanced.

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