The Ticklish Bitch #17
(Posted on Sunday, July 4, 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.

My old girlfriend Diane was very ticklish (The Ticklish Bitch #s 5 and 7). Sometimes, a little too ticklish. You know what I mean - like when someone is immediately ticklish and you can't even touch them in a certain spot. Anyhow, these are two memories of Diane being tickled. The first was relayed to me. The second, I was there to witness it firsthand.

Diane has two younger brothers. At the time, all three siblings lived at home with their parents. The three of them were no strangers to sibling rivalries, often with the boys banding together against their older sister. One day, Diane's brother Mike was home with his friend, John. Diane was home, too. The two guys were in the living room and so was Diane, and before long, a dispute arose over the TV's remote control. Diane had it as she lay on the couch. Mike and John were sitting on ez-chairs on either side of the couch.

Mike very arrogantly looked at his sister and said. "Give me the remote!" He moved towards her.

Diane said, "No!" She cradled the remote, keeping it close to her body and clutching it with both hands. Had Mike wanted to, he could have overpowered her and taken it from her in a matter of time anyway. Instead, he chose a different route. Mike approached Diane and grabbed for the remote. When she resisted, Mike began furiously tickling his sister's tummy and ribs. "Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha, Ha!" Diane burst out with furious laughter. Within three seconds, she relinquished the remote. Not much of a battle at all.

Before Mike could relish in his victory, the phone rang. He flipped the remote to John and went to answer it. Diane, almost laughing at herself and her futile attempt to fend off her brother just said, "Oh well, so much for that idea."

John was amused. "You're really ticklish, huh." John laughed.

"Oh yeah!" Diane said. John reached over and gave her feet a little tickle. "Eeeeeeeeee! Stop!" Diane squealed. John laughed again. He went over to the couch and gave her ribs a couple of pokes. "No! Hee, heeeeeeee! Stop it! Stop it!" Diane giggled as she squirmed.

John was obviously not a particularly big fan of tickling, so he didn't pursue it. I think he lost interest at that point and stopped. Nonetheless, a cute memory.

A few months later, Diane had moved out and into her own apartment. She would often bitch to me about how the kids in the neighborhood had left the block filthy. I thought these really were kids. They really were around her age (early 20's) but seemed like kids as they hung out on the street, played basketball through the fire escape ladder, and found other ways to amuse themselves.

As we were going into her building one day, she surprised me. She stormed up to about four of the guys and began yelling at them. "Don't you have any pride in your neighborhood? How can you be so irresponsible?" The guys were stunned, too. But then, amidst the yelling, Diane was distracted by what they guys were doing. One of them had a small pen or brush and was hand-painting a tatoo-like emblem on his friend's arm.

Diane had always wanted a tattoo, but never had the nerve to get one. I could tell she wanted to try one of these hand-painted ones, but she may have been afraid of my reaction (whether I would get jealous to let these guys touch her - because she wanted it on her thigh). But I was more aroused at the thought of them tickling her, knowing how ticklish her bare legs are, than having any time to feel jealous, so I encouraged her to try one.

The guys were willing. So there we were. I sat down on the street with Diane resting her head on my chest and lap. She lifted her shorts legs just a little bit to expose some more thigh. Two guys concentrated on the thigh, about to paint a red rose on there. Just as I thought, not long after they and the brush touched her thigh, she said, "That tickles."

That was my cue. I said, "Yeah, she's very ticklish." Just to prove my point, I gave her ribs a quick tweak. Diane jumped and squealed. That reaction was her trademark. I could tell the guys enjoyed that one as they all chuckled.

One of the guys had a devilish thought. "Why don't you relax and take off your shoes?" He asked Diane. She almost said ok, but then hesitated as she saw the eager look on both of their faces. They went for her shoes and she said in the cutest way, "No, you're going to tickle my feet." They removed her shoes anyway and she got even cuter! As her snow-white size 8 feet were exposed and the black clunky sandals were removed, Diane began whimpering and begging in a very arousing (to me) way. "No, please don't tickle me, please don't tickle me, please don't tickle me!" She alternated her begging with boo-boo faces and whines and whimpers.

I held her firm, and the guys really teased her well. The approached her feet, and as soon as their fingers merely rested on her bare soles, she screamed and tried her best to kick away. Two seconds later, they actually tickled her. But she was already so wound up screaming and laughing and squealing, it really didn't make a difference whether it was the tickle itself, or the mere gesture of a tickle.

In any event, that was it. And she did get the rose painted on. I didn't get a tatoo afterwards. But that was completely adorable how those street tattoo artists made her giggle and squeal.