As I flopped and squirmed away on my chair, I could faintly hear her talking over the phone, and then returning to the living room. She held the cell phone out by my head as she finally flipped the dratted toothbrushes off, leaving me panting in relief.
"Here, she wants to know this isn't a kidnapping attempt. Tell her something that'll put her at ease."
"Uh, hay, Cat. What's up?" I said, twisting my head over to get closer to the receiver.
"What's going on?" Katherine asked, sounding more amused than genuinely worried. Katelyn must have already given her an idea as to what was happening.
"Well, you know how I said my family would be leaving for a while, and that we'd have the entire house to ourselves if you wanted to come over? Turns out that's not entirely accurate. There's a fiendish little torturer innocently disguised as a Freshie-" Katelyn's hand began to slowly finger-walk up my side, once more towards my navel. "Hahaha! Er, um, there’s a cute little girl, who’s that offered to move in and keep an eye on me while they were gone, and-"
Katelyn pulled the phone away again, grinning despite herself as she moved back towards the kitchen leaving me to wonder if Katherine was really the best choice I could have picked.
I had known her for a few months, and we had met up when we each realized that the other was 'into' tickling. She was a technical genius, and could whip up an array of interesting, unique tools in a shockingly short time. While she had been able to breach the 'Can-Not-Tickle-Self' barrier with her machines, she had felt that the testing would be much more efficient if she had had another subject to work on.
And that was where I came in. I had provided the nerve ending and vocal cords for all kinds of bizarre devices and techniques. She usually respected limits, but I also knew first-hand how merciless she could be on a body when it's strapped to a rack right in front of her. And then there was that one time when I had come over and, noticing how she had just finished some new kind of tickle-table before dozing off, decided to help her experiment along by gently proceeding to- Well, it's in the past now.
There was nothing to do but wait, it seemed, and Katelyn was nice enough to get both of us a drink of water. She then removed my leg restraints, piece by piece, before yanking my legs individually farther out to the sides and re-taping them.
"It wouldn't be good manners to wait until you're girlfriend showed up before we do this, would it? And besides, we're going to need some more space if we both have to share you."
"She's not my girlfriend."
Katelyn snickered. 'Yeah, I suppose that makes sense. Ticklish little boy like you; you probably wouldn't want to be within a hundred miles of your girlfriend when you're this helpless." She said, punctuating her words by tweaking my arched ribs repeatedly.
After a surprisingly long time, I heard the front door open, and Katherine came into the living room. She was wearing a dark sleeveless shirt that complemented her brunette hair nicely and short shorts, as it was summer, and toting a large duffel bag that I knew quite well.
"Well, well, well. What have you managed to get into this time?" She asked, laughing as she started unpacking a few basic things.
"Hey, Cat. Cat, this is Katelyn. Katelyn, Katherine."
"Charmed I'm sure."
"Likewise."
"So, basically, you want my help tickling him, because you feel like you can't do it very well alone?"
"Pretty much, yeah. There's just too much ticklish surface area. I tried using electric toothbrushes, as you can see here,’ She gestured at my feet, taking the time to scribble on an exposed section of my arches, “but I still feel like I wasn't living up to the full potential."
"Excuse me, ladies, but-"
"Well, I brought along a few things that work just as well as tooth brushes-or, more likely, better. Tell me, have you ever heard of or practised..."