Touchy Feely Girlfriend

Jazz, my love

A while back I went on a camping trip with some college buddies. There were about ten of us and I didn't know everyone real well. I did have some close pals but some people were kind of new. Jasmine (Jazz) was an older girl I knew that was coming along. We had only met a few times through mutual friends so we really weren't all that close. The camping trip changed that. We discovered that we really liked each other. We were very close friends after the trip, and flash forward to that summer, we started dating.

The only reason I mention the camping trip in this story is because of one small moment. I can't remember how it started, but there was a very quick conversation about tickling. Jazz had said that she was not ticklish at all, and knew this because people would try to tickle her back when she tickled them, but she just didn't feel the ticklish sensations. This was then put to the test. She wasn't lying. This girl seriously was not ticklish. The topic of tickling was dropped and we went back to our drinking game.

Me and Jazz are pretty tight. I mean obviously, we are dating. Something I really like is how physically affectionate she is with me. She's always caressing my face, or drawing her nails down my back, or stroking my hair, or whatever else. She likes being close to me. She's always got an arm around me and she's always pulling me in closer. I really love that.

Her place is definitely better to hang out than mine is. I'm a girl younger than her by about five years, and it shows. I guess to put it lightly, I don't have my shit together. We're both girls in our twenties, but she's definitely more of an adult than I am. We spent a lot of time over at her place.

I was out for a bike ride one summer afternoon when she texted me. She asked if I was free to come over. I said yes and biked over right away. I let myself in and found her in her room with some music playing. She smiled when she saw me and said she was just feeling like some cuddles, and I hopped in right away.

It was a very nice moment between two lesbian lovers. We were lying on our sides facing each other, my back to the wall and hers to the open room. She laid a big, heavy quilt over the two of us effectively trapping me in, but I didn't know that yet. I was just focused on how much I loved her kisses on my forehead and how good it felt in my head when she ran her fingers through my hair. I was as peaceful as I could be, but the tickling came anyway.

I have a birthmark near my bellybutton that she thinks is adorable. She started poking around in that spot knowing that I was ticklish. I pushed her hand away with a small giggle. With this, Jazz gently pulled my shirt up and exposed my belly. Of course, we couldn't see this because we were under the quilt, but she was feeling her way around.

With my skin now out in the open for her to play with, she wasted no time. Her long nails brushed and scribbled around on my belly. At this point I wasn't giggling. I was laughing.

She then brought in her other hand and began doing the same motions with the fingers on that hand. Both hands were on me and she was determined to tickle with them. The quilt's weight kept me pinned down and I couldn't move away because behind me was a wall, and in front of me was Jazz. Stuck there, I laughed hysterically as her fingers moved up and down my sides and ribs.

"Ja-hahaha-azz!" I managed to squeal, "I'm too-hoo-hoo-oo ticklish fo-o-o-o-or thi-hi-hi-hi-his!"

"I know," said Jazz, "that's why I'm doing it."

Her fingers moved faster, scribbling now all over my torso. My ribs were being tickled. My belly was being tickled. My sides were being tickled. I couldn't keep up with the changes fast enough to try and block any of them. They all just started to blur together. It felt like I didn't even know where I was being tickled, I just knew that I was being tickled. I just knew that I was extremely ticklish. I just knew that, with Jazz, this wasn't going to stop anytime soon.

After being tickled like crazy for as long as I was, I actually sort of just gave in. Fighting it wasn't helping at all. My body still squirmed involuntarily as a reaction to the ticklish sensations, but I really stopped trying to get away. I lied there under the heavy quilt being mercilessly tickled. I laughed and laughed, trying to get even one sentence out, but all I could do was laugh.

My belly is being tickled. No, my sides are being tickled. No, my ribs are being tickled. Now my belly again. I can't keep up!!

Finally, a sentence did come out.

"No-ho-ho-ho-ho!! It tickles so ba-ha-ha-ha-ha-ad!!" I practically screamed, "it tickles too-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-oo much!!"

I was hysterical. The tickling went on and on. I laughed. I squealed. I squirmed. It just kept happening.

Then, her fingers stopped. I squeezed my lips together trying not to laugh anymore.

"Had enough?" She asked.

I nodded as I pulled my shirt back down. She kissed me gently on the cheek.

"That's enough of that for now," she said, "let's get back to our cuddles."

I have never agreed with anything more.