The Dare "Bet I'm not!" she said defiantly. "Bet you are!" he said confidently. They were watching television and he had fallen asleep (or so she thought) when he caught her trying to change the channel. He decided to get even by jabbing her in both ribs with his fingers to which she had no reaction. He then tried the thigh-grip...but still no reaction. "I told you I'm not ticklish!" she grinned devilishly. She didn't even bat an eye when he suggested she lie down on her back and he'll see about that. She quickly stretched out on the couch and looked at him. "You won't find a ticklish spot on my body." she daringly declared as she raised her arms over her head. She was a tanned, petite, 23 year old athletic-built brunette with the kind of smile that would launch a thousand ships and he had been trying for this evening together for quite some time. She wore tight jeans and a yellow halter-top with frilly yellow socks to match. On her feet were plain loafers. With arms raised, her slender ribs and stomach were fully exposed. He took the opportunity to stroke her tummy with his fingers. She just cooed as if enjoying it. As he changed direction and wandered his wiggling fingers up her ribs, she gave a little sigh. "That's nice, I could use a massage" she said. He tried many techniques. Both ribs simultaneously, wiggling extra fast, stroking extra lightly. At one point, she jumped and quickly relaxed. He took note of this area...just above the waist and slightly around the back. "I have an idea, If you're not ticklish, you wouldn't mind being tied up while I try. I've heard that if you're helpless, it can make a difference." She really didn't have any way to argue this one, after daring him and all. "Go ahead, but no funny stuff." She giggled at her own pun. He left for a second and returned with thick clothesline. It didn't take him long to place each arm over her head and lash them together with about a dozen turns. "Too tight?" "Fine." she replied. "I've never done this before." she remarked in a no-so-sure way. Her smirking attitude had taken a bit of a change. He then routed the rope over the end of the couch. He then went to the other end and crossed her legs at the ankles. This caused her left foot to stick up above the right one and looked like the best position for the legs. He then wrapped several turns up the calves, carefully leaving her shoes and socks outside of the bonds. She watched this action with interest which caused him to wander if she was worried about her feet, which he hadn't tried yet. He carefully pulled the rope over the end of the couch which stretched her taught. "OK?" "No problem..." she answered. Her voice was a little shaky as she asked: "How long you gonna take? I have a test in the morning...." "Getting worried?" to which she quickly snapped: "No...just that it's getting late!" "We'll see if we can hurry a little!" as he started swirling his wiggling fingers around her ribs and tummy. She no longer seemed to enjoy it as much. In fact, she was fighting the urge to respond. "Now, the good part." as he went for the low-rib area towards the back on both sides he had discovered earlier. She arched as she threw her head back and let out the 'giggle' he had hoped for. He continued to wiggle his fingers on her sides, up into her halter-top, around the back then to the front. "OK, OK, you found it!" as she had a little trouble speaking. He continued the pace and noticed her responses now came from all over. It was as if once ignited, she was ticklish everywhere! After a few minutes, he changed to the thighs - just above the knees. He squeezed here and there and to his delight - she was now responding with giggles and belly-laughs to each attempt. "OK, you can stop now!" She was writhing pretty good and couldn't stop the attacks. "You've haAAd your f-f-un!" Laughter rolled constantly now as he just kept going for several minutes. "Now for the dessert." and he moved toward her shoes. "No, please, I have to...Oh! No!" as he removed the left loafer and glared at the sole of her yellow sock - now made vulnerable thanks to his clever rope-work. He then removed the other shoe and stood back to admire them. "The socks have to go!" as he slowly, carefully removed the right sock. She was kind of hysterical as she declared: "That's it, It's too late to continue with this..." but he just smiled and dropped the sock and proceeded to the other. "Don't, please.." as he quickly jerked off the right sock. Before him was a very hysterical gal, indeed. And looking right at him was her two beautiful bare feet, just waiting to be attempted. She tried every trick she could think of: "I might pee on your couch...the neighbors will think you're beating me..." but he just smiled at her. He wasn't going to touch her feet until he was ready...he seemed to delight in her attempts to head off this inevitable event. She jumped as he reached in the direction of her toes, but did not touch them. "You're REALLY worried now, aren't you?...and you said you weren't ticklish!" "I'm not ticklish...just surprised by your...AAAAAAHAHAHA" as he stroked a finger from her heel to toes of the one foot. "Still won't admit it, huh." as he swirled one finger around her wiggling left foot. "AHHAHA--HA-HA-HA-AH-AH" as she tried to answer. He then joined in with the right foot...swirling the fingers in each hand as he now had both feet at the same time. She couldn't say a thing as she threw her head back and just gasped in a long continuous fit of laughter. He kept it up, not letting her relax for about 30 seconds. During this time, he stimulated every area of both her feet...under and around each toe. The toes flexed and grabbed like they were trying to catch his fingers...anything to delay the tickling. Her continuous laughter had blossomed into almost no sound at all...just a whimper with no chance to talk. He let up and let her catch her breath. She took a while to recover. She was just about able to talk...AHHHEHEHE-HE-HE-HE- he started again. "Not ticklish, huh. Tell me again that you're not ticklish...what's the problem..." but she couldn't answer as he stroked long and hard, up and down, back and forth across both foot-bottoms at the same time. Her toes were now clenched tightly. "Can't protect those toes..." he then grabbed the top foot by the big and little digits and spread her foot open for his most dastardly deed. With her toes separated using both hands, he used his tongue as the torture implement. Her ribs now thrust into deep laughter as she experienced the feeling of the smooth but wet tongue darting between the toes on her left foot. She tried to pull her foot away but couldn't overcome his grasp on the toes. Her right foot was trying to push over to the area to help out but was too tightly tied and far away to be effective. Her whole body now trembled into a spasm of laughter, not before heard...kind of a settled, stable reaction as she must have realized that she couldn't do anything about the excruciating tickle sensations centered between the toes of her left foot. Suddenly, he let up. "I'm a benevolent tickler, just want you to know...catch your breath." As she did, she seemed locked into that smile that could launch a thousand ships. "AHHHHH AHHHH AHHH AH ahh ah "....it seemed like a long time for her to recover but she eventually did. "That was...stimulating!" she said as he untied her bonds. "I have never..." "Are you...stimulated?" he asked. "Oh YES!" she replied. "I've never wanted to...on a first date, but..." "Say no more...." as he held her tightly. He was pleased, VERY pleased indeed! The End