The Ticklish Bitch #12
(Posted on Saturday, June 19, 1999)
This story was submitted anonymously.

To read the 1st story in this series, click The Ticklish Bitch #1.

THESE STORIES ARE TRUE. THEY DON'T ALWAYS INVOLVE A BONAFIDE "BITCH" (WHATEVER THAT IS) THOUGH THEY MAY INVOLVE SOMEONE WHO'S BEEN BITCHY AT TIMES, SOMETIMES RIGHT BEFORE THE TICKLING.

This memory involves my friend Kim, a striking brunette with a voice as adorable as her personality. Quite a flirt, she was the jewel of the part time job I held while in college, along with a bunch of other students from the same school and from other colleges. There were about eight of us in all, and there were some fun times.

One day, after having missed work, I returned to work to find two of the guys teasing Kim about being ticklish. I guess they had found that out the day before. What rotten timing on my part. I had missed that! Anyhow, as they were flirting with her, they suggested tickling her, and she blushed and just said, "Do not do that."

Later that day, one of the guys, Gary, and I were in the cafeteria of the office building when Kim walked in. Gary continued to flirt with her, and she seemed to love the attention. He even cozied his way onto her chair, playfully massaging her neck. He then said, "I know you're ticklish." He dug his fingers into her green silk blouse, grabbing her ribs. Kim immediately collapsed into laughter, and then he said, "Ok, I'll stop. I won't embarrass you."

Having enjoyed this front-row viewing, I explored Kim's ticklish body myself, first-hand at a later date. When she and I were alone, very spontaneously, I walked up to her and began to tickle her back, up and down, then moved to her neck and her ribs. For about 15 seconds, all I did was furiously tickle her. She was laughing and screaming, but couldn't even bring herself to utter any comprehensible words.

I calmly went and sat down at my desk and looked at her. She continued to helplessly giggle for several seconds after I had stopped. She was flush red and took a few more seconds to catch her breath. It was about a minute before she even spoke. She didn't seem upset by it at all, just startled and overwhelmed. We didn't talk about it afterwards really. And in the rest of the time that I knew her, I snuck in a tickle here and there. But those were the two most memorable episodes of ticklish Kim.