Staring into darkness, I waited for Katelyn to start. She may have been a stranger, but she was a cute one and already showed interest in my ticklishness. Why would I turn down an opportunity like this? Besides, some revenge scenarios were running through my mind, and I liked the look of them.
Suddenly there was a flurry of motion in my left underarm, and I screeched rather girlishly before breaking down into laughter. My immediate instinct was to jolt to my right, but restrained so thoroughly I didn't even scooch a centimeter. Unable to escape, my armpit was nice and still for Katelyn's dancing fingers. They were only the gentlest and lightest touches with the tips of her nails, but that made it all the worse.
More nails fluttered across my belly, and my laughter increased in volume. Touches flew across my abs, my sides, and even going to the waistband of my boxers and scratching the skin between my stomach and hips. A couple of fingers dove into my navel and explored it, bringing forth gales of laughter.
"Aww, is the bad, bad robber just a little bit ticklish?" I heard Katelyn say, her voice by my ear. "Should've listened to me big boy."
The combination of her tickling and her intimacy brought forth my usual reaction, and before long there was a nice tent pitched between my legs. Seconds later the hand torturing my tummy stopped and I felt it tug at the waistband of my boxers. Blood rushed to my cheeks.
"And who's your friend here?" Katelyn asked in a whisper, her mouth almost in my ear, her breath caressing my neck. Another tug, and my hard-on twitched embarrassingly. "He's awfully excited. I wonder why you tried to hide him..."
Her hand was pulling my underwear, about to expose my excitement to the world...
And both her hands stopped.
"But that can wait," she whispered to me, her voice hushed.
The bed gave way as she put one knee on the edge, then both. Scooting over to my tied body, she brought one leg over and straddled me stomach, her hand resting on either side of my head. Katelyn leaned in right next to me, so close that her cheek brushed mine, red as a tomato.
"...laugh for me big boy."
Instantly her hands darted to my hollows, scribbling all over, pushing me into hysteria completely. My laughter rocketed up in pitch, as did my instinctive efforts to escape. The latter failed horribly, and my immobile pits made perfect targets for Katelyn.
She didn't spend very long there, traveling down to my ribs, focusing on delicately tracing each and every crevice she could find. My hips tried to buck, but in my weakened and hysterical state I couldn't shake her. She wasn't even fazed as she went about her tickling with a passionate lust I'd rarely seen before. Her energetic scribbling was interrupted occasionally by lazy dragging and pokes, all keeping me in a perpetual mania.
"You like this, don't you big boy?" she asked, continuing to torment my ribs. "Now, should I go meet your little friend, or find something else to make this more fun?"
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