The Ticklish Bitch #7
(Posted on Wednesday, June 16, 1999)
This story was submitted anonymously.

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.

The thought of my girlfriend Diane having been tickled (The Ticklish Bitch #5) brought to mind another similar instance. This was not at the beach, but at a park near a beach. Diane and I were there, along with my good friend Guy. Diane always had beautiful long flowing hair, was medium in height and weight, and had a light skin tone, particularly her feet, which were as white as paper.

And Diane was always ticklish in a non-traditional way. She'd be ticklish in spots one would usually not think of - like her arms and the palms of her hands - but in more traditional spots, like her neck and tummy, she was only moderately ticklish. And her feet were a bit too ticklish to even touch. By comparison, I'm not really that ticklish, though it may often depend on my mood. Diane always had a way of getting me by lightly tickling my bare stomach then working her way to my ribs.

On this day, the three of us were in the park, and Guy and I had taken our shirts off to work on our tans. She had only met Guy on two previous occasions. He was a bit smaller than me, overall, but very well built. She was commenting on his hard abs and reached out and tickled his stomach. He didn't react.

"You're not ticklish?" Diane asked, somewhat disappointed.

He said, "Nope."

Diane insisted, "Oh come on, you MUST be ticklish!" With that, she even looked at me and told him how ticklish I am (not very, though, like I said, she could get me if she wanted to). Through the next few minutes, as we walked, Diane continued to search for a tickle spot, running her small, white hands on his tanned, muscular chest, stomach, back, and ribs. She got him to chuckle just a tiny bit, but then, it happened!

Guy had enough and wrestled her to the ground. I figured he'd go for her ribs, and she'd give a brief squeal and scream for him to stop. To my surprise, he was quite good at tickling her. He grabbed two handfuls of ribs and maneuvered them in such a way with his hands that Diane convulsed into helpless laughter. A rarity for her - she was actually laughing so hard - rather than squealing and screaming - that she couldn't even say the word STOP. It only lasted about 10 or 15 seconds, but it was enough to finally get her, through her laughing to say, "Ok, ok, you got me, I'll stop, I'll stop."

He let her up and she smiled at him. She continued to playfully say, "But I still can't believe you're not ticklish." Though she didn't dare go near him anymore.

Rather than be jealous, I was quite amused, and aroused. Great memory.