My last 2 years of High School were the best time in my life. So many cook-outs, pool parties, picnics and trips to the Jersey Shore. All these events presented themselves with young ladies showing off their barefeet and giving me a chance to tickle them. Seldom were they long tickles, but many short ones which in a way can be just as pleasing.

There were a couple of good long tickles but this one is/was my favorite: I met Cathy while in the Drama Group in High School. A pleasant girl, attractive, but could have stood a few less pounds on her frame. She wasn't fat by any means, just a bit heavy. We were great friends and enjoyed each other's company. Her most endearing quality however was that her entire body was one big tickle spot. There was no place on her body that you could tickle that wouldn't set her off into hysterical laughter.

The first time I was over at her house was when I found that she was ticklish. A couple of male friends were also over, one sat next to her on the couch, and I was across from her in a chair. While we were talking, he kept giving her foot a short stroke making her pull her foot away from him. After a number of these short tickles she decieded to get her foot away from him so she straighten out her legs, putting her feet in my lap. Like that was going to help. "You know Cathy is really very ticklish." He told me.

"Are you Cathy?" I asked as I looked at her.

"Well, not really ticklish, just sort of." She replied. "But I moved my feet there so he couldn't tickle them and I don't want you touching them either." I just smiled and nodded. I figured I would let her relax and feel safe before I struck. We continued to talk for a short time and I could see that she felt safe leaving her feet in my lap and began to relax.

Finally I couldn't stand it anymore and without warning I grabbed an ankle and began to tickle her foot. She howled and erupted into hysterical laughter. "More than just a little ticklish I think." I said as I fought to contain her movements.

"Oh God..Ha ha ha. Stop!!!! Don't ... please... Ha ha ha ha" she screamed. I continued to tickle her. Between laughs she shouted, "OK I lied. I'm very ticklish. NO!!! DON'T!! STOP PLEASE!!" She flipped and flopped around trying to get free.

"Don't stop??" I asked with a grin. "Ok....tickle, tickle, tickle." I continued on as I kept my fingers dancing over every inch of the sole of her foot. Only 15 or so seconds into the tickling she no longer had the breath to beg, only laugh. It was then that I let her go.

"Damn you!" She said with a smile. But nothing more was said about it for the rest of the afternoon. From then on Cathy was on the recieving end of many simular events. Every chance I had, which was many, for any reason I could think of, she was tickled somewhere on her body. It never seemed to matter where you tickled her, the results were the same. Of course my favorite place was always her feet. It was the most ticklish spot she had.

Then came what was to become one of the best tickle events of my life. It was a winter's evening and we had driven over to a friends house. Cathy was seated between us on the couch as we half-watched something on TV. She was wearing Jeans, nylons and a loose fitting pair of loafers. I sat with my ankle propped on my knee as we talked. For some strange reason she began to start pulling on my leg hairs which showed where my socks stopped. As we know, that isn't pleasent. In fact it was a bit painfull. A number of times I asked her to stop, but she would always return to pulling on one.

Finally I reached down and snapped her nylons by pinching it in-between my fingers and pulling it away from her ankle and letting it go. Not that that would hurt her, but at least it was something. After a couple of times of doing this she said, "Stop that."

"It's not even as bad as what you are doing to me." I said to her as I did it again.

"But what you are doing tickles." She said as she grabbed another hair and pulled.

I grabbed her ankle and pulled it onto my lap, tore off her shoe and said "Tickles???? You want tickles?" And I began to tickle her foot. "Now this is tickling!" Once again she erupted in hysterical laughter as she fell to her side with her head in our friends lap. I had never tickled anyone with nylons on before. It felt really great. She bucked and pulled and tried to free herself with her other foot. I captured that foot under my leg and removed that shoe also. After about 10 seconds of tickling I gave her a rest and told her, "Now promise you'll stop pulling on my leg hair."

"Nope!" She said with a smile. To this day I believe she was wanting to be tickled.

I laid into her foot again, sending her once more into the throws of hysteria. "This is kind of fun." I said to him. "You want to help?"

"Not me." He said. "Last thing I want is Cathy mad at me." No matter how much I tickled her, how much she laughed and seemed out of breath each tickle brought new vigor to her screams and laughter. I would tickle her for 10 to 20 seconds and then give her a break just to start anew. During one break, I reached over to her other trapped foot. I touched it ever so lightly, bearly making contact. It wasn't enough to make her laugh but she twisted, grunted and squirmed at the light touch. "So how long do you think you can hold out Cathy?" I asked.

She was still squirming and through gritted teeth and with much effort said, "You have to stop, please. If you tickle me too much I'll get sick. It hurts my stomach."

"Better get a bucket." I said to him as I started to tickle her foot again. On and on it went. Tickle, rest, tickle, rest but she refused to break. She was determined not to be beaten. She tried everything but giving up, begged, pleaded, cursed and damned me a dozen times, but refused to surrender. I could see by the wall clock that she had been under my control for 45 minutes. Even with all that she still seemed to be enjoying this. I know I was. Out of necessity the rest breaks seemed to be comming more often and longer. Truth be told I was willing to have her hold out all night. I figured the more rest I gave her the longer she could hang on. By now both feet were trapped under my legs and I began to alternate which one I would tickle. This was really driving her nuts. She would try to hide the foot being tickled with the other and then that one would get tickled. She laughed and screamed until it seemed like she would burst.

Then as the hour mark approached, I tickled both feet at once. "AAUUUUUGH...ha ha ha ha!" She screamed as her butt lifted over a foot off the couch. "STHA HA HA HA HA OP!!!! OK...ha ha ha OK. I give up! You win ha ha ha!"

"You Sure?" I asked as I kept tickling one of her feet.

"YES DAMN IT! PLEASE!!!!!!!" She yelled between laughs. With a few more tickles, and are you positives with her pleadings of yes, I finally stopped and let her loose. Tiredly she strained to get up from the couch and started to make her way across the living room. About half way she stopped, turned around and with a big grin on her face said, "The Only reason I gave up was because I was about to pee myself." Then she turned and walked to the bathroom. When she returned she snuggled up against me, still tired after an hour of being tickled. After a few minutes she plucked a chest hair and recieved a rib tickle for her effort.

On the way home that evening she sat close and said, "Damn good thing for you that happened when we were weren't alone." I nearly smiled. A few month's had passed after the big tickle and I started thinking how easy tickles would come if we were more than just friends. She seemed to enjoy it and although I hadn't tickled her for as long, I had done so many times since. But as luck would have it, just when I thought of asking her out for a real date, she fell for another guy. They were never apart once it got started and the chance to not only be more than friends was gone, so was the chance to tickle her.