Tickling Short #3
(Published on Monday, October 14, 2002)
This story was submitted anonymously by Tock.

My cousin and his wife live in South Carolina and I go by and visit for a few days, each summer. This visit was special, because they had just  had their first child, five weeks earlier. That boy is a little prize. Not only was I visiting, so was my cousin's wife's younger sister Joan. She was a 19 year old college student, who also wanted to visit with the newest family member.

One Thursday evening, my cousin and I went to a minor-league baseball game, in the nearby town of Rock HilI. The new mom stayed home with the new son, while her sister went to see some friends for a few hours. Joan returned, shortly before we did. She had gotten really plastered. She couldn't talk too straight. It was quite funny. She didn't want to wake the baby, so she threw herself on a couch in their den.

I visited with the new parents for a few more minutes before getting up to go to the men's room. I was told how Joan was just about passed out on the couch. The mom and dad were heading up to bed. I was planning for the same. After coming out of the little boy's room, I was about to go to the room I was staying in, but, I just thought I would look into the den to be sure that Joan was okay. She was still dressed in her Furman University t-shirt, blue jeans and flip flops. She was a rather slender girl, with shoulder-length curly brunette hair.

She remained on her stomach and turned to look my way, as I entered the room. I said that I hoped I hadn't woken her. She said she hadn't fallen asleep. I could smell the booze on her pretty good. I handed her a throw pillow and told her to laugh in it, so she wouldn't wake the baby. From there, I guess I shouldn't have, but I just couldn't help myself. I laid down on top of her in the other direction from the way she was laying. I had her pinned down good. She wasn't in much condition to stop me. I was looking right down on the bottoms of those flip flops.

Again, I told her not to wake the baby. I gently slipped off those flip flops. She must have known what was going to happen, because she tried tightly curling her toes. It was time to unload on her. I had all ten fingers going everywhere on those tender soles. I was all over the arch and insteps, around the edges of
the heels and really big all around the toes. I could hear her giggling and an occasional burst of laughter into the pillow. She tried hitting and grabbing at my sides, but that didn'y help her. She started bucking
slightly, when I started nibbling deep into her insteps. That was making noise. So I just went back to thoroughly tickling her for a few more minutes, before getting off the top.

I asked her if she was okay. She called me a maniac and said that 1 better not do that to her again, because she almost took a piss on her sister's couch. I told her to be careful. If she gets drunk like that, some maniac may try to tickle the hell out of her.