This had to have been one of the best days I’ve had in a while. Me, my boyfriend, his best friend (one of my best friends), and my boyfriend’s best friend’s girlfriend (my best friend) all went to Disneyland, and then back to Michael’s house. Megan was tired to Matthew drove her home, while my boyfriend and I came back to his house. Matthew came around 15 minutes later, and he had something planned for me.
Matthew walked in the door, greeting the two if us, and then looked down at me grinning, as I lounge on the couch. Michael stood up to greet him, and Matthew whispered something into Michael’s ear. They both stood grinning at me, and I looked up at them, trying not to grin back. “Did I miss something” I say in a confused tone.
They both leave the living room and walk up stairs. I waited a couple minutes, and then my curiosity got to me. I also came upstairs and saw that the door to the spare bedroom was open. I braced myself, and walked into the bedroom, expecting the worst. Michael walked towards me, grinning. Matthew was sitting on the couch, and was hiding something behind him.
Did they get me a souvenir of some sort? Michael walked closer. I noticed the bed was in the middle of the room, with no blankets or pillows on it. Oh no, this can’t be happening. “Go lie down, you look tired” Michael whispered seductively into my ear, gesturing the bed. I reluctantly lied down.
Before I knew what was happening, my arms were tied above my head, I was blindfolded, and my feet were tied to each corner of the bed. Oh shit, I think they’re going to rape me. I heard Matthew and Michael move and now each one standing on one side of me. I was very scared. Michael rolled up my shirt, all the way, exposing my bra and stomach.
“W . . . what are you doing” I say extremely nervously. “Relax” Michael says seductively. “No! Tell me now” I order. “Looks like you’re a little ‘tied-up’ right now to be making commands” Matthew says jokingly. That calms me a bit. “Please tell me” I say softly. There is an awkward silence.
“Mathew here bet me that he’s a better tickler than me” Michael says after a few minutes. “NO! NO! NO! NO! NO! YOU CAN’T DO THIS TO ME!” I squeal. I am SUPER ticklish in so many places, especially my sides, I act like I don’t like it, but I secretly love it. I’ve told no one this.
“Shall we begin?” I am honestly not sure who said that, but I do know that it was the one on the right. Two hands are softly stroking each of my exposed sides. I wiggle and giggle out of control already. Did they really have to start there? “Your sides sure are sensitive” said the person on the right. “PLE-E-E-EASE NO AHAAHAH”
Right now whoever was on the right was winning. They tickled way harder, producing more laughs. Almost as if the left boy read my mind, he started aggressively rubbing my sides in an extremely ticklish manner. I was now squirming like crazy, rocking back and forth, each time, making the one more ticklish than the other.
Now the left side was winning. The right side took a couple of seconds to notice that, and tickled very fast. “Who’s winning?” The boys said in unison “THEHEHE RIGHTHAHA SIDEEHEEHEE” That made the left side angry, tickling as fast as he could. Now the left side a=was definitely winning. I shook the whole room with my laughter, and pulled the ropes so hard, that either my arm or the ropes will break. Not sure which.
The right side also sped up. I was now crying from laughter, and it was pretty much tied, then, the most ticklish thing I’ve ever experienced happened. Two long wet tongues licked my sides all over for about the next hour. I screamed and laughed the whole time.
In the last 5 minutes, I couldn’t take it anymore. I just let everything out. One squeeze in unison and a tongue flick from both sides broke me. I peed myself. It took a few moments for one of the boys to notice, and then one stopped the other. I breathe as heavily as possible, coughing and whooping for air. Both boys say at the same time “Who won?”
“I’m not saying” I said teasingly. “I guess that means we’ll just have to start back up again then” The boy on the right said. “NO! NO! Please don’t” They both compressed laughs. Dang it, if they would’ve laughed, I would have been able to tell who was who. Just when I thought I figured it out, they throw me through a loop, changing my decision entirely. “Whoever was on the left won” I said.
Almost at once, my feet were untied, and then my arms, the boy on the right giving me a quick tickle before untying, “Hey watch it” I say. “Don’t remove the blindfold yet Mrs. Wets-her-pants” boy on the left said stopping me. I heard two bodies plop on the couch. Someone said, “You can remove it now”
I sat up. “I am going to kill you two! When I tell . . .” I said angrily, being interrupted by Matthew. “You’re not going to tell anyone” he said. “Who’s going to stop me?” I replied hastily. “I will” Michael said wiggling his fingers. Oh yeah. “Fine” I said defeated, looking at the ground.
“Why don’t you go change?” Matthew said. I got up, took a new pair of pajama pants and underwear out of my bag and went into the bathroom to change. I handed Michael the balled up clothes “Here” “No you take them, you know where the washing machine is” Michael said forcing them into my hands.
Michael squeezed my side, making me drop all the clothes. “Run along now” I picked up the wet clothes and brought them into the basement laundry room. I threw them into the wash and turned it on. I headed back to the living room and sat on the couch. I slowly fell asleep.
