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Tickled Cute [F/F] (Happy Valentines Day!💘)
🕑 Added 2023-02-14 05:43:04 +0000 UTCRuby's bedroom mirror had, for a long time, not worked entirely correctly. Ever so slightly, there was always something about it that seemed to be broken or slightly skewed. There were no cracks or chips in the glass. The frame was stable and fit neatly upon her dresser. Yet whenever she would look into it, her reflection never showed who she felt she really was. Slowly, over the years, Ruby had taken measures to correct the issue. The mirror certainly became more accurate as she tended to the bothering variables one at a time, yet many lingering factors continued to fester underneath.
"How about this?" Ruby asked, looking into her reflection. She swallowed, examining the look and feel of the light yellow sundress draped over her shoulders. It came down to her cleanly shaven thighs, the hem finished with frilly ruffles. She spun the bottom a little in place, anxiously checking out every inch.
"It's great," said Aimee, sitting on Ruby's bed. Aimee was a spritely young lady. Her dark hair was cut short with faint streaks of blue and green. She had on a simple pair of jeans and a black tee shirt, her socked feet swishing against the carpet of Ruby's bedroom.
"Really?" Ruby asked skeptically. "You think I can pull this off?" The rest of Ruby's ensemble was meticulously selected over the course of a few hours, trying on various articles. A thin silver necklace dangled from her neckline. Her auburn hair had been straightened and fell neatly down her back. Ruby had gotten much better at applying makeup after studying hours of tutorial videos. Her nails were painted a muted red color while her lips were glossed a fine shade of pink. A pair of yellow and green ankle socks clung to her feet and twisted into the carpet as she spun to observe how the dress looked against her figure.
"I do," Aimee said. "Trust me, you look great."
"But you've said that about all of them," said Ruby, turning to look at Aimee. Aimee raised one pierced eyebrow.
"You don't trust me?" Aimee asked.
"Well, yeah, but…"
"But what?"
"I don't know, I feel like you're not being objective," Ruby said, shrugging. "I'm taking this really seriously, and…"
"And so am I," said Aimee, hopping up from the bed. She walked up to Ruby and smiled upon taking her hands. "You look great. I promise."
"You really think so?" Ruby asked again, a slight tint of blush coming to her face. "I just want to be cute, you know?"
"And you are," said Aimee. "You're adorable. You always have been and you still are now." A smile slowly began to stretch across Ruby's lips. She held Aimee's hands tightly in hers.
"Thank you," said Ruby. "It really means a lot to me that you're still here. You have no idea how nervous I was when I…" Ruby stopped. She swallowed and sniffled. Aimee leaned in more, wrapping her arms around her. Aimee pulled Ruby in tightly.
"Hey, of course I'm still here," Aimee said. "I know it wasn't easy, but I'm so happy that you told me. Honestly, you look better to me now than you ever have."
"You're just saying that," Ruby said with a small chuckle.
"I mean it," said Aimee. "You're happier now too. That's what’s most important."
"Having you helps," said Ruby softly. "I just wish I was cuter, you know, like you."
"Ruby, listen to me,” Aimee said, taking Ruby’s shoulders. “You are the cutest now that you ever have been. I'm serious. I think it's the smile, mostly, but you are also wearing the hell out of that dress."
"Stop," said Ruby, a smile sparkling against pearly red cheeks. "You're just saying that."
"Don't believe me?" Aimee asked. She pulled away and walked back up to the bed. She took a seat and leered back at Ruby. "Let's take a little break then. You’ve been trying on clothes for hours and honestly, it’s all looked amazing."
“Well, that’s a lie,” Ruby said, cocking one eyebrow. “The overalls?” Aimee shrugged.
“You pulled them off,” Aimee said. “They’ll be good to have to turn heads while you’re lassoing cattle. Now come here.” Aimee stroked her thigh a bit, giving Ruby a warm smile. Ruby smirked and sighed. She looked away and pinched a strand of hair between her fingers.
"You still want to?" Ruby asked.
"Of course," said Aimee. "You still have that cute little laugh after all." She sat back and watched Ruby shift in place. Ruby hesitated while wearing a cheeky, telling grin. She walked up to the bed and sat down next to Aimee.
"I was hoping that you'd still want to," Ruby said, bashfully. “But I didn’t want to say anything.”
"Wow, you’re adorable,” Aimee muttered. “Good to know that you're still my precious little tickle toy.” She gave her lap a soft pat. "Up." Ruby glanced away. She paused and bit her lip. After a few moments of contemplation, she lifted her legs and placed her feet atop Aimee's lap.
"You don't have to if you don't want to," Ruby said, still twirling a stand of hair around her finger.
"If my girl wants to feel cute, then I know exactly how to make her feel cute," said Aimee. She looked down to admire Ruby's feet nestled in her lap. She gave each a little pet across the top. Ruby winced slightly, her lips tucked up into a smirk. "Hmmm, besides, I've been wanting to do this again for a while."
Aimee ran her hands over Ruby's feet with an adoring gaze. It had been a look that Ruby had been on the receiving end of for years. Each time, it traced tingles through her body. Aimee's tender touch often left Ruby squirming, spreading so much affection with each little stroke. This eventually turned into playful bouts of tickling growing up as friends, then as a couple. Aimee remembered each of their shared experiences having Ruby giggle and smile to the brushing of her fingertips. She smiled as Ruby's laughter echoed in her mind.
"You ready?" Aimee asked. Ruby's cheeks glowed beneath the rouge. She smiled and nodded, biting her lip to prepare.
A delicate twinkling of tickles tapped along the edges of Ruby's socked feet. Small giggles escaped her lips, more from rising nerves and anticipation than actual tickles. She certainly felt them, however, her feet shifting and rubbing against one another in Aimee's lap. Aimee smirked as she watched them squirm against her fingertips. She spidered the fingers of one hand lightly onto Ruby's heel. Her toes curled, the pastel yellow and green socks bunched at the base.
"Eeeekkhhheeeheeheehee…." Ruby squealed. Her feet wiggled in Aimee's lap. Responsive motions moved to try and evade the tickles, but Ruby kept her feet firmly in place for Aimee to play with.
"Oh my gosh, I'm barely even touching you," Aimee said. Ruby's giggles escaped through a wide grin and bitten lip. She brushed her hair out of her face, her eyes locked onto Aimee's hand.
"I knaahahow," Ruby giggled. Aimee's fingers brushed against the warmth of Ruby's thin cotton sock. Her shallow nails scraped harder the more she exposed Ruby to the tickling. They darted up and down one arch, making sure to cover it all in devilish tickles, before moving onto the other. She held Ruby's feet steady with the other hand, though Ruby, through her fluttering fits of laughter, did the work in keeping them where they sat. "Aaahheeeheeeheeheeheeeaa!"
"Coochie coochie coo…" Aimee taunted. "Awww, who's my cute little ticklish girl, huh?" Ruby's cheeks slowly darkened closer in shade to her namesake. She clenched the bedspread beneath her, balling the sheets between her fingers. Keeping her feet in Aimee's lap became harder and harder. Aimee scribbled her fingers quickly from one foot to the next and back again. On several brief occasions, Ruby instinctively pulled her feet away, only to put them back shortly thereafter. Aimee admired her commitment to the bonding session and rewarded her with more tickles.
"Eeeeekkkhheeeheheheaahahaa!" Ruby continued to laugh. She shifted in her seat. She fought to keep the end of her dress as far down as she could while she squirmed in place. Her laughter squealed with a particularly high pitch once Aimee began digging into her toes. Ruby shrieked and shook her head. "Naaahahahaaaahaa! Nahahaht the toes!!"
"Yes, the toes," Aimee replied with a condescending nod. She smirked and scribbled her fingers into the bunching dip beneath Ruby's toes. Ruby's laughter soared into a quick shrill. Her face winced as a new surge of giggles flowed from her smiling, glossy lips. Her hands raised in fists up to her cheeks. Her nose wrinkled slightly at the bridge.
"Aaahheeeheeheeheee!! I caahahahahaan't!!" Ruby shrieked through her laughter. Aimee continued to dig her fingers into the humid pockets beneath Ruby's toes, switching at will from one foot to the other. She laughed along with the ticklish girl squirming to her touch.
"You have just the cutest little laugh," Aimee said, smirking as she admired Ruby's spritely reactions. "I think I want to hear more of it…"
"Nahahaooo! No, pleeheheehahaase!!" Ruby pleaded. Aimee shot the girl a knowing glance, amused by the disingenuous reluctancy of Ruby's performance. She looked back down to the ticklish feet rubbing together in her lap. She pulled away her fingers just long enough to slip them into the elastic bands of Ruby's socks. Ruby watched anxiously as Aimee popped the rim of her socks down past her heels.
"Now, I know my pretty girl likes to be tickled," Aimee said. She pinched the tip of each sock with both hands. Aimee looked back up to Ruby whose eyes darted between her own and her disrobing hands. "Isn't that right?" Ruby paused. She shuttered, her cheeks glowing brighter than before. She nervously stroked a strand of hair out of her face, looking coyly off to the side.
"Y-yes…" Ruby muttered.
"Then you won't mind if I just…" Aimee said just as she popped both socks off of Ruby's feet. Aimee glanced down to watch them shyly try to hide one another in their sudden nakedness while Ruby anxiously whimpered. Her feet were neither petite nor excessively large, but they were shapely, expressive with their fun nail polish matching that of Ruby's hands, and remarkably soft. Many nights of ritualistic moisturizing before protecting them with a pair of merino wool socks for bed left Ruby's feet delightfully smooth and noticeably sensitive.
"Mmmm… just… be gentle…" Ruby said.
"Aww, come now," Aimee said. "When am I not?" Ruby paused before shrugging. "You can trust me, Ruby. I just find them way too adorable not to play with…" Aimee looked back down at both bare feet in her lap. She brushed her fingertips along the tops, smooth as velvet. Her touch slowly worked across the edge and circled underneath to Ruby sole. Once again, the lightest of touch strokes caused Ruby to wince and squeal. She sat up straight, keeping her eyes fixed on Aimee's hand, while she prepared herself for the tickles to come. Aimee began, once again, with the faintest of touch. She swiped the backs of her nails across Ruby’s creamy, bare arch.
“Aaaahhheeeehheheeheeehehaaa!” Ruby laughed. Her face clenched again, her hand raising up toward her mouth. She fought her dress trying to slip up her legs while she wiggled in place against the bed. Aimee silently admired the silkiness of Ruby’s feet against her fingers and the sweet tune made by her laughter.
“Such a pretty laugh,” Aimee said. Her eyes sparkled with devious adoration. She resumed holding Ruby’s feet with one hand while her fingers on the other toyed with Ruby’s ticklish treat. She savored the subtle warmth that accompanied the delicate texture. Ruby’s toes curled. Her feet squirmed more in place. She herself had not the means of sitting still while candied laughter twinkled from her mouth like a chime.
“Neeeeeehhhaaahhheheheeehahahaaa!” Ruby continued to giggle. The blush across her cheeks became steadily more noticeable. She reached up occasionally to stroke her hair back into place after flinging it with rapid head movements. Her legs buckled at the knees. Her arms raised defensively pinching at her sides. Ruby ticklish squirming was intrinsic, yet contained by a desire to withstand the tingling pulsing through her. Aimee observed her reactions and kept Ruby steadily engaged.
“Gah, you’re too cute,” Aimee said, shaking her head. Her fingers lightly scratched across Ruby’s bare soles. They again switched from one to the other, scribbling where they could with a feathery graze. Aimee danced her nails along Ruby’s heels. They explored the milky streams of her arches before spidering up at the base of her toes. Ruby wriggled through it all, caught in a flurry of squeaking giggles.
“Nuh-aaaahahahahaaa uhhh-aaahahahaha!” Ruby laughed, shaking her head. Aimee’s fingers caressed impishly across the supple skin. They skittered against the pale wrinkles made by Ruby’s curling toes. Her nails picked at each of Ruby’s most ticklish spots, earning more delightful, laughing squeals. She scratched up to Ruby’s toes. Ruby jumped in her seat as Aimee’s playful fingers brushed across the delicate, pinched pads. Her nails fluttered on the frail berries, picking at each for their tenderness and sensitivity.
“Uh oh, look where I am,” Aimee teased. “Tickle, tickle, tickle little toesies…” She laughed along Ruby’s rising giggles. Ruby shook her head more, her hair flying about and wafting against her shoulders.
“Naaaaaahhhhaaaoooo!” Ruby cried out. “Naaahahahahat my toesssaaahahahahahaa!!” Ruby’s feet jerked slightly against Aimee’s embrace, but neither were aggressively forceful. Aimee’s hold on Ruby’s feet was light enough for her to pull away while Ruby’s impulsive twitches continued to end with her feet returning to Aimee’s lap. Still, Aimee pushed her the way she knew how. She smiled wide as her fingers came harder at Ruby’s toes. All five skittered wildly across the tightly contracted pads. They worked their way underneath to scratch against the stems tucked away. Her nails managed to scrape in between each individual toe, keeping Ruby jumping and shrieking with ticklish giggles.
“Aww, my sweet little tickle princess,” Aimee said, ad-libbing affectionate taunts. She delighted her five digits against each set of Ruby’s. She alternated between light and hard, slower and faster, tickles. She drank in the sweetness of Ruby’s laughter and how her smile, more lucid than ever, brightened the room. She toyed with Ruby’s feet for many pleasant moments for each before pulling away. When she did, Ruby’s feet remained in her lap. Ruby huffed, her cheeks glowing red. She smiled wide, a grin that rested comfortably across her lips. She reached up to brush her hair back behind one ear, only speaking after catching her breath.
“Hehe… mmm… that… huh… yo-you’re still really good…” Ruby said.
“Nah, I just think you’re that ticklish,” said Aimee. She turned toward Ruby, leaning back by her arms. The two shared a brief grin before Ruby gave a nervous chuckle.
“Heh heh, what?” Ruby asked. Aimee pounced. She lunged toward the girl, pinning her back against the bed. Ruby gave a soft, sudden shriek, followed by more laughter. “Whaaa! Hey! Heehehe!”
“Don’t think I’m finished with you, cutie,” Aimee said. Before Ruby could respond, a sharp shriek escaped her mouth. She threw her head back as Aimee’s hands latched onto her sides. Aimee squeezed and watched Ruby’s expression return to playful hysteria.
“Whahahaaaahahahaaaa! Heeeeeheheheeeey!!” Ruby laughed. She twisted and writhed against the bed. Her arms bent and pinned at her ribs. She squirmed beneath Aimee while squeaking out one fit of ticklish laughter after another. Aimee chuckled. She watched up closer how Ruby’s face changed, how her cheeks glowed bright pink and how her lips became so much prettier when pulled up in a smile. She watched the little wrinkle return to the bridge of her nose. She saw the twinkle of glee in Ruby’s eyes when opened from clamping them shut.
“That’s right, I know all your tickle spots,” Aimee said. Ruby continued to wiggle beneath her. She rocked against Aimee’s body, pushing with little intention of actually making her stop. Aimee knew Ruby well and kept up the pace of tickling just enough to hear that delightful little giggle. She covered Ruby’s sides with both hands. She pinched with short, light bursts, more than enough to keep the reactive nerves within sufficiently entertained. Ruby bucked slightly. She shook her head, her hands in fists resting defensively up by her face.
“Neeeaaahahahahahahaaa! You’re so meehehehehahahahaan!” Ruby giggled. A small glimmer of a tear came to the corner of her eye. Aimee smiled, knowing that to simply be another of Ruby’s subtle reactions. Her hands kneaded into Ruby’s sides through her dress. Her fingers clawed and delivered devilish scribbles to the sensitive areas around her midsection. Ruby twisted more the harder Aimee steadily pushed her. Her laughter filled the room like a song, one that became better the longer it went on.
“Coochie coochie coo, ticklish Ruby,” Aimee said, laughing along. Her hands trailed up and down her sides. They pinched down to her hips and all the way up to her ribs. Each little grab left Ruby screeching with giggles. The tickles were steady enough to endure, but prominent enough for Ruby to do little else but laugh. Her hands shifted from one place to another in her hysteria. They balled into fists, covered her mouth, and even grabbed onto Aimee’s shoulders while she lasted through the ticklish frenzy. They were simply around to hold on tight and did nothing to push the girl away, a gesture that became challenged by Aimee switching her focus to Ruby’s belly.
“Eeeeeekkkhheeeheheehhahahahaaaa! Heeheheheheeheheeeyyyy!!!” Ruby’s voice heightened further. Aimee grinned. Her fingers skittered over the surface of Ruby’s tummy. They scratched through the cloth of the dress, gliding effortless against the fabric. Her rapid, scribbling tickles happened quickly and feathery light. They forced Ruby into squealing louder and squirming more against the bed.
“Aww, Ruby’s ticklish tum-tum,” Aimee said. Her babying tone only further exacerbated the reddening hue of Ruby’s cheeks. It resonated a silly, yet doting theme to the ticklish exchange. Aimee’s finger flew into a frenzy atop Ruby’s belly. Ruby’s stomach was just plush enough to sink into and feel around for all of the tender nerves within. Aimee’s fingers scribbled flurries of tickles racing through Ruby’s senses. They spidered and circled around the area, probing for all of the most reactive spots. She felt around for Ruby’s belly button and, upon finding it, slipped one harshly scribbling finger inside. Ruby let out a shriek. Her back arched up off of the bed before collapsing again into a new tier of ticklish laughter.
“Whaaaaaaaaahhahahahahahahaaahaa!!” Ruby howled with laughter. She rocked side to side. She thrashed ever so slightly beneath Aimee, still clawing her fingers around the surface of her stomach. Ruby’s expression melted into mad laughter. Her mouth dropped open, her teary eyes clenched shut. Aimee continued to circle her belly while probing around inside of her navel. Ruby flailed. Her knees bent, her arms came back down to pinch at her sides. She bucked and swayed her hips. Her body instinctively fought against the devious tickles, but both girls continued through. Ruby’s laughter spilled freely, the song of which Aimee could never tire. Her hair flayed as her head turned. Her bare toes curled and her hands fell to grip the sheets below her.
“I could listen to that forever,” Aimee said, soaking in Ruby’s laughter. Her fingers raked at Ruby’s belly. They explored around, scavenging for all of the ticklish laughter they could uncover. The one index finger combing deep within her navel found the most of said treasure. She persisted, her nail digging into the girl’s belly button while Ruby’s laughter screeched through the room like the songs of morning birds.
“Gaaaaahhhhhhahahahahahaaaa! Aimeeeehhhehehehhahahahahahaaaahaa!!” Ruby cried out. Her chest heaved. Her seat wiggled beneath Aimee’s hips. Laughter pulsed from her throat, the tickles beginning to relinquish the melody from deeper inside of her. As Aimee gauged Ruby’s state, assessing how she was keeping up with the tickling session, she reluctantly backed away. She pulled her hands from Ruby’s belly and, once again, gave the girl space to recover. Ruby laid her head back tiredly against her bed. She stared up at the ceiling. The shadows of the overhead fan cast paced streaks across the white, bumpy texture. She sucked down deep swallows of air and laid a hand on her chest, rising and falling.
“Still good?” Aimee asked. Ruby paused. Her lips still bore a subtle smile. Her eyes fluttered a bit before looking back up at Aimee.
“Yep, still all good…” said Ruby, still heaving to catch her breath. She raised a hand to her forehead. Her face was warm and damp with sweat. She groaned as she felt around her cheeks. “Ugh, I… I’m gonna be such a mess after this…”
“No way,” said Aimee. “I think that’s a good look for you. In fact, I think you could use a bit more!”
“N-no, wai-aaaahhhhahahahahaaaaaaa!” Ruby cried out, trying to object before Aimee plunged both of her hands into her armpits. The girl instantly fell back into a fit of shrieking laughter. She collapsed back onto the bed, twisting and writhing about. She instinctively clenched her arms to her sides, effectively trapping Aimee’s hands where they were. Aimee snickered. She grinned and scribbled all ten fingers deep into Ruby’s bare, delicate pits.
“Haha, gotcha,” Aimee said. “Tickle, tickle, tickle…” Her fingers resumed their devilish brand of skittering against Ruby’s ticklish figure. Both hands were firmly tucked inside Ruby’s tender armpits, unimpeded by cloth. Her fingers found the ticklish mounds beneath her arms. They scribbled and skittered, scraping her short nails against the supple, humid regions. Ruby screamed. Her head fell back, her mouth shooting open to resume the ticklish laughter. Her seat raised up off of the bed. Her back arched and hips began to twist.
“Neeeeaaaaahhhhhahahahahahahahahaaaaaa!! Nahahahat theheheeeere!!!” Ruby screeched. Her pits were clean shaven and even through sweat managed to give off the scent of Secret. The heat of the session, however, had left both slick, to Aimee’s delight. Her mischievous fingers worked effortlessly to scribble wave after wave of tickles through Ruby’s senses. Every little scrape of her fingernails compounded the ticklish fit that left Ruby squeaking with unrestrained laughter. It poured out from deep within her. It blossomed from the tingling sensations resonating from her underarms. Aimee merely watched. She hovered directly over Ruby’s face as her fingers feasted on the girl’s hypersensitive pits.
“Look at you, so precious,” Aimee said, pressing her wiggling fingers into the plush, humid hollows. “You’re loving this just as much as I am right now. Can’t hide it from me.” Ruby continued to blush deeper. Tickling had become a mutually adored activity and sign of affection, specifically Aimee tickling her. The preferred roles had long been set and nothing, it seemed, was able to get in the way of that. Still, the parts had to be played, and Aimee shamefully reaffirming Ruby’s love for being tickled was no less of a performance than Ruby putting up a fight against it. Aimee gazed down at the girl. Even in the fits of ticklish hysteria, she still managed to radiate the same sweet, gentle charm that Aimee saw in her always. Her allure was unchanging and her laughter was still as melodic as ever.
“Geeeehhhhheeehhahahahahahaaahaa!! Aahahahahaaimeeeeehheeehehehehe!!!” Ruby called out her name. More tears had begun to form in the corners of Ruby’s eyes as the evening of tickling was steadily piling on. Her shifting motions began to lessen and her hands latched onto Aimee’s shoulders once again. Ruby’s legs bent and writhed together. Her hips swiveled anxiously. Aimee kept the girl pinned down to her bed. Her fingers, lapping against the sensitive mounds of Ruby’s pits, clawed and skittered all as one. Soon after, they began to mellow out, to allow Ruby’s ticklish episode to ease back into the light and fluttery giggles that complemented her voice so well. Aimee smiled as Ruby returned to her from her giggling fit.
“I’m right, though, right?” Aimee asked. “You still really like this?” Her fingers ceased clawing into the plush dips of Ruby’s bare pits. Ruby breathed heavily. She stared up into the eyes of the girl looking down at her. Ruby’s steady breathing gradually returned to her. Her face burned, her neck beaded with sweat. She reached up and brushed Aimee’s cheek with her hand.
“I do,” Ruby said with a smile. “I love it. Honestly. Y-you still like it too, right?” Aimee chuckled beneath her breath.
“Of course,” she said. Aimee bent down. She pressed her lips gently into Ruby’s. She felt Ruby smile and shared with her the same gesture. Ruby held onto Aimee while Aimee brushed her hand along Ruby’s neck, up against her ear. Aimee pushed forth with a deeper kiss. The two shared the heat they created. Musk from their ticklish play filled the room with the scents of passion. Aimee’s fingers stroked up through Ruby’s hair while Ruby pressed their bodies close, making the beautiful moment last as long as it could.
When Aimee pulled out of the kiss, her eyes stayed locked onto the girl beneath her. She smiled and savored the smile Ruby gave her in return.
“Because,” Aimee said, “I have the cutest girlfriend in the whole world.”
