"C'mon then, let's see if you can take what you can dish out," I said, smiling as I led her to my room. Although she seemed a little disappointed that she had lost the game and wouldn't get to tickle me, to my surprise she seemed to get much more cheery and peppy about her upcoming ordeal as soon as she walked into my room and plopped onto my bed.
"Ooooh, this is comfy..." she said, feigning a yawn as she collapsed on the bed, the springs creaking slightly. While I walked to my closet to throw on some clothes, she opened an eyelid and spied a box next to my bed. She reached down open up and burst into giggles, "Wow, you came prepared, big boy!" she laughed as she emptied the box of feathers, rope, brushes and an assortment of other tickle tools.
Sliding into a pair of shorts, I flushed darkly. I wanted Katelyn to be laughing, and I admitted she had kind of a cute laugh of the soft melodic giggly variety, but her making fun of me was rather not how I wanted it to go.
I dug into the box and considered showing her the ropes, but ultimately decided on the scarves instead. In my experience scarves chaffed far less and were better for light and teasing tickling and the way I figured it, since she had been teasing me so much, it was my turn to get a bit of teasing in.
"I wouldn't be so cocky if I were you..." I said, as I reached over and tied her wrists to the bed posts. I leaned down and whispered in her ear, "Get ready to start squealing." I said it in what I thought was quite a menacing tone, but she responded this to blowing a loud raspberry in my face. I guess in hindsight, trying to spook a master of pranks was not a very good idea, who knows how many boys and girls Katelyn and her gang of tickle-happy comrades had tormented over the years?
Grumbling under my breath, I finished tying down her ankles and stepped back to admire my handiwork. I had left her with a little bit of slack so she could squirm and wiggle a bit, but she wasn't really going anyway unless I had grossly underestimated how strong she was.
And while Katelyn might have not been my first choice of tickle-prey, she was still a very good catch and especially so if we were about to spend a month together in the same house. She was definitely cute, with her long hair and bright blue eyes she was already smiling and wiggling her socked feet in anticipation. Her blue tank top exposed her underarms nicely, and her shorts exposed much of her long legs (I also found it rather somewhat demoralizing that this middle-school girl was nearly as tall as I was, what were they feeding these kids these days?).
"Well? Bring it on, big boy. Do your worst. Just don't forget, I'll be sure to get you back," she said with a wide smile, completely unafraid and, dare I say it, excited.
"I'll just have to make sure to get you extra good then," I grinned back, "but let's make this a little more interesting," I said as I slipped a blindfold over her head. In my extensive experience that always brought about more... entertaining results.
"Now... where should I start?" I said speaking aloud as I looked up and down her ticklish and exposed body. She still had a defiant mischievous smirk on her face, and I looked to remove that ASAP.
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