Tickle Shorts

Trick or Tease

By the way everyone, Happy Holidays! I hope you are enjoying your break if you have one and I'm going to try to right some kind of holiday story(although it will probably be after the holidays). I know this is really late but this one is going to be a Halloween tickle story and I'm gonna be trying out doing a story in first person. Also, this will have some foot worship in this story. Enjoy!

"Can we not this year?" asked my girlfriend Becca(short for Rebecca).

"Not trick or treat! Why?" I replied, perplexed by her not wanting to trick or treat, since I had been doing it since forever although we are sixteen now.

"Well, we're older and it's kinda boring now. And I was thinking we could cuddle and watch a movie" She said while moving and resting her head on my shoulders and switching through channels.

"No Halloween!" I scoffed teasingly. "I'm gonna get you back for that," I joked playfully as she turned on some Rom-Com since she didn't like scary movies and neither did I.

About five minutes in too the movie she went to go make some popcorn.

"Hey, how's the popcorn going?" I asked her, leaning my head and looking over the couch to see what she was doing.

"Fine," She said putting the bag into the microwave. I looked down and saw her feet through open-toed thin socks. My girlfriend knows I have a thing for feet and tickling, she actually thinks it's cute and likes it, which is great that she's so accepting.

She picked up the finished popcorn and sat back down on the couch stretching her legs and resting them on my lap. I reached over to grab the popcorn but she moved it away.

"Hey, why can't I have the popcorn?" I whined and fake pouted.

"You didn't make it, go get your own if you want some." She laughed at the fake expression on his face. She kept shuffling her feet in my lap, almost daring me to try and tickle them.

"Okay, you were asking for it babe. Now it's time for payback." I smirked deviously as I locked her feet in my arms. She continued to look at the screen, pretending to not notice what was happening.

I started to tease her right foot, dragging my finger up and down her cute little foot. My girlfriend is super ticklish, but also really tough which is one of the things I like about her, so that explains why she was struggling to keep a smile off her face.

Moving faster now, I added another finger to her adorable foot and increased my tickling. Now, she was just desperately trying not to laugh, she had set down her popcorn and was covering her mouth with both hands. She clearly wouldn't last long, even only enduring this light tickling which proved how ticklish she was.

She didn't even try to tell me to stop, cause she knew she would laugh if she opened her mouth she did and because I could tell she was enjoying this. I finally, after what seemed like eternity but was only around 45 seconds, heard a giggle.

"Was that, a laugh I heard?" I teased, watching her squirm beneath the fingers that had now stopped moving.

Since she was not being tickled and not under the threat of laughing anymore, she replied with a smirk on her face, "Yeah, but you were tickling me. What did you expect?"

"Are you being smart with me?"

Confused, she said, "What, no. Why do you ask?"

"Because if you were, then I would have to do," I held up my fingers and waved them in the air causing her to blush like crazy. "This!"

On my own cue, my fingers descended down upon her feet which were now twisting and pulling in anticipation of the tickles, not because she wanted to be let go but because it was her natural reaction. They first spidered all over her feet, from one to the other in a crazy dance that made her laugh no matter how much she tried not to.

After a while, I was getting bored so switching it up I moved onto her most vulnerable and ticklish spot, her toes. I started gliding along them, hitting every sensitive nerve there. The balls of the toes, the stems, even in between them and no matter how much she scrunched them, that only served to help me as I got in every little wrinkle.

"AHAHAHAHAHAHAJOHOHONONHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHASTOHOHOHPHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHAH!" I ignored her pleas as she called my name because I knew this was all an act, and that she was having as good a time as me. Looking around where we were, I saw a feather on the coffee table that I think had come from a stuffed goose we had in our living room(no, it wasn't alive they just made it out of plastic and plucked feathers from birds that will regrow).

Ceasing my tickles for only a moment, cause what can you do if you only have one hand to tickle cause the other's holding the person down? I grabbed the feather and saw the nervous, no anxious look on her face because as much as she liked this, it was still hard to endure.

Regaining her breath she said, "J-john, can we talk about this? How about you just tickle me with your fingers?" She laughed nervously while awaiting my answer.

"Mm, no I don't think so." I teased and her face fell just like the feather. Like being the puppet master and pulling the strings, I was making an orchestra of laughs by pushing her buttons. My fingers carefully used to the feather and drove every ticklish nerve on her feet besides her toes(those were for later) insane.

I loved her laugh and how melodic it sounded, although she kept trying to look away because whenever she looked at me she blushed. Her feet were growing a dark shade of red as the tickling took its toll on her and sweat ran down them. 

After realizing this I decided it was finally time for the toes.

"Hey Becca, you wanna know what time is it?"

"What?" She asked nervously, her face all flushed and red like her feet.

"Toe time!"

"Please, John no, no mo-" She was cut off by my expert hands using the feather to produce a concert of laughter just like a conductor would use his baton to make an excellent song. She sang with laughter every time I glided feather across her stems and screamed a shrill note whenever I scraped it across the plump pads of her toes. Even falling into silent laughter when I sawed the feather between her toes. I saw she was growing near her breaking point so I waited until I heard the final notes of my chorus to stop.

Panting for breath she told me in a soft voice, "Water please."

I quickly went over to the sink and filled up a cup with water and took it to her in the couch.

"T-thank yo-hehe-u. That was fun." She giggled with residual feelings of the tickling.

I stole glances at her feet from time to time, which she noticed.

"You can do it if you want." She blushed in her flush face, remembering the tickles and bracing herself for what was going to come, which while may not have intended to tickle still would.

I started to lick my tongue across her feet and breathed in the sweet aroma that had generated around it. She giggled slightly while sipping her water tentatively. After collecting all the scent and sweat off of one foot, I moved to the other and started licking off the flavor again causing her to giggle even more. Finally, after all the flavor was gone, I moved to her toes and started sucking on them, darting my tongue in between them to get every last bit I could and worship her feet just as much as she deserved.

Holding back a slight moan from the final of the foot worship she said, "Thank you again."

We kissed and hopefully it made up for anything I might have done wrong, cause it was an amazing kiss(mostly credited to her).

At least now she knows better than to suggest not going trick or treating...