Marissa's Manicured Nails

A Ticklish Sunday

I know what you're all here for. You're here to read about the actual tickling that took place. I'll try not to ramble on for too long, but I'd just like to start by explaining who Marissa was, and why I was living with her.

I was a music major in college. Marissa (Mrs. Lang) was an employed band teacher in the community. Not only that, but she was also one of the directors of the local youth band that anyone from ages 11 to 21 could take part in. I was only 20 at the time so I took the opportunity to play some more music and meet new people. Marissa wasn't very old, just in her late 20s, so we definitely had more of a friend relationship than a member-staff relationship. I think she enjoyed having someone older in the band so she wasn't always dealing with annoying fifteen year olds. Marissa also worked with the music students at the college sometimes, so I was around her quite a lot.

I won't bore you all with my sob story. I'll keep it quick. Basically, I was unfairly kicked out of where I was living. I ended up becoming homeless and pretty much leaving every part of my life for a while and just lived out in the streets. Of course, I was missing school and community band rehearsals and Marissa noticed immediately. I was aimlessly walking around one day on a quiet street when a car pulled over beside me. It was Marissa. She was incredibly concerned. After explaining what had happened, she insisted I come stay with her and her husband for as long as I needed. I felt guilty about this and I remember I kept telling her that she didn't have to do this, but she wasn't letting me go anywhere, so I lived with her. It was around four or five weeks of living there when this happened.

Marissa had a birthday. I can't remember exactly how old she was turning, probably 27 or 28, and her husband had booked her and a friend in for manicures and paid for it himself as a birthday treat. Marissa and her friend went out for the spa day, husband went to work, and I had the house to myself for the afternoon. Marissa came home around 4:00pm, and her husband didn't get off work for another few hours so it was just us. She proudly showed off her nails to me as soon as she got in the door. They were long, round, and painted black. I complimented them and that was that.

A little while later I was watching TV in the basement. It was nothing interesting, just some Nat Geo documentary that was on. Marissa came downstairs to do some laundry and then sat down on the couch with me.

Okay, I'm rambling. You're here for the tickling. I better just jump straight into it.

We had gotten into a playful argument, something music related. We playfully insulted each other's musicianship, totally joking with each other, when I said to her

"Maybe if you could conduct all your beats evenly then your middle school students could understand what tempo to play."

It was a joke. She knew it. She poked fun at me first, I was just giving it back to her.

She gasped in fake shock at my remark and called me a 'brat,' all while trying not to smile, which she failed at.

"And," I said, "if your ear could tell flat from sharp then you wouldn't waste your phone battery trying to tune all class."

She furrowed her eyebrows playfully at me, it was all in good fun. She leaned in close to me.

"You're a brat," she said to me, "and I'm not just going to sit here with these nails and not use them."

I didn't know what she meant, but then suddenly, I did.

Her hands were on my sides, nothing alarming, until her fingers started moving. Her long nails spidered lightly on my sides and I started giggling immediately. I am super ticklish, and she was quickly going to find this out about me. I put my hands over hers trying to get them to stop, but it only got worse. She started tickling faster, still very lightly, all over me, or at least that's what it felt like. He nails were on my belly, then my ribs, then my underarms, then back to my sides.

My giggles turned into squeals and uncontrollable laughter. The ticklish sensations buzzed across my skin and I jerked backwards to try to escape it, only to be met with the back of the couch. I couldn't escape.

My laughter grew and she pushed me over in the midst of tickles and was now towering over my body. I couldn't defend myself. I was laughing hysterically as she then sat on my legs, making me completely helpless with no chance to get away from her. Now under her complete control, I could only laugh and squeal as the light spidery tickles returned to my sides. The sensation moved up to my ribs and back down to my sides many times as she followed the same course on my body countless times with her long nails.

I couldn't do anything but laugh. I tried to get out a "stop!" or a "no more!" but all that came out was "nohohohahah!!!"  When my mouth finally decided to let me have a say, all it could blurt out was "that tickles!" and "I'm too ticklish!"

She seemed to like this. Her fingers started moving faster and now they even began to crawl up under my shirt onto the skin of my belly. I felt like I was going insane. The tickles were still light but they were driving me to madness. The tickling directly on the skin was so much worse than it had been on my clothes. I didn't think anything could ever tickle so much.

With a sudden burst of adrenaline, I managed to push her off me and sit up, only to then be grabbed and pulled in for more tickling. Now both of us sitting upright, she reached her arms around my body to both trap me and continue on with tickling my belly, and again, with her hands under my shirt. My laugh fell silent at this point and I remember just dropping my head and submitting to the ticklish sensations, too weak to fight back anymore. When my breath returned, a high screech came out of my mouth which then faded back into uncontrollable laughing. I wasn't sure how long this had been going on. It took me a little while to realize she had stopped. I was still laughing when I noticed her hands were no longer on me. I was exhausted, and she was satisfied. After teasing me about how ticklish I was, she pulled me in again, but this time, for a hug. I hadn't felt so truly loved in a long time.