The Ticklish Bitch #18
(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.

This is another short tickling memory of my cousin Angie, the oldest of the three (Ilene and Chrissie being the others - The Ticklish Bitch #s 13, 15, and 16). Second only to Chrissie, who hardly ever left the house, Angie was in a lot on the weekends. Ilene, by contrast, was nowhere to be found.

On a Friday evening several years ago, we were all about college age, though Angie may have already graduated. I was at their house. Ilene was out, and Chrissie was off doing something around the house. Angie was sleepy and laying on the couch watching TV. I was sitting on the edge of the couch and Angie put her feet on me. She was wearing jeans, a gray sweater and gray socks. I still remember it vividly.

Angie practically invited me to tickle her by saying, "If I start falling asleep, make sure you wake me up." All the while with her feet on my lap. Now that I think of it, I've never quite realized how much the ticklee may sometimes enjoy the tickling, too. Anyway, when she'd start to doze, I'd give her feet a little tickle. She'd twitch those feet and say to me, "I'll get you. Don't tickle me. I'll get you."

This went on for a good 20 minutes or so. Very light tickles, just enough to make her twitch here and there. The Chrissie came into the room and we all started talking and somehow the feet were no longer on my lap. (You know how those moments go with feet on the lap, here one minute, gone the next). Anyway, that's the memory. Short, unspectacular, but definitely sweet.