My "Tied & Tickled" Afternoons Part 2

Postby Daniel » Wed Nov 07, 2007 10:54 am

Originally Posted by: Netra

Brief recap: It was my senior year of high school. I was 17 and dating a guy named Todd. In afternoons (when my step-mom was at work and my sister at cheerleading practice) Todd would come over and we’d play innocent ‘tie-up & tickle’ games in my bedroom. This had gone on for about 5 months or so by the time May rolled around.

It was a Saturday morning and my step-mom was going to be out all. Todd and I took this opportunity to be together. But the school year was nearly over we were worried about what might happen after graduation. Would we move apart? We were both feeling sort of down and not in the mood for a tie-up game. Todd put the pieces of rope on my bed and we went down to the living room to watch TV.

Sorry if you hoped this story would be about Todd tying me up again. It’s not. But it is still my favorite tie up tale because of what DID happen . . .

My sister was at home that day. She was only a freshman in high school, just 14-years-old. That’s only three years difference but back then three years was major. She was co-captain of the JV cheerleaders with a girl named Tracy (also 14) who lived just down the street. I can recall MANY times when my sister came home in tears because of Tracy.

You see, Tracy was one of those popular, snobby girls who had everything: Good looks, rich parents, etc. And she often made fun of people who weren’t up to her standards. I don’t know what she had against my sister. I can only guess she didn’t like sharing the spotlight with her. But as co-captains they were forced to work together (writing cheers, planning events, etc).

On this particular Saturday Tracy was coming over to pick something up or drop something off. I can’t recall. When the doorbell rang my sister looked out the window and muttered something like, “Oh good, the spoiled brat is here. Put on a fake smile.”

She opened the door and let out a big fake, “HI TRACY!” Todd and I were on the sofa cracking up. The two girls went off to my sister’s bedroom for a couple minutes. When they came out, Tracy excused herself to the bathroom.

My sister said, “Okay, I’m out of her. I’m going across the street.” That meant she was going to her best friend’s house. She was allowed so I said “goodbye” and off she went. But Tracy was still in the bathroom.

When she came out she looked totally different. She’d changed her clothes, changed her hair style and put on fresh make-up. She was now wearing a white satin-like tank top, plaid skirt and had her hair done up in what I guess was some French style.

She stepped in front of the TV and posed. “How do I look?”

I wanted to yell, “Put on a freaking bra for goodness sakes!” But I didn’t. I was polite and told her she looked nice. She was more "developed" than an average 14-year-old.

Todd asked her why she’d changed. She said she was going to some birthday party that afternoon.

Then she asked, “Do you mind if I call my boyfriend? I need him to come pick me up and take me to the party. I don't want to walk."

She called her boyfriend and talked to him for a while. Then said these dreaded words . . .

“Okay, the party’s not until three o’clock so just come pick me up here in about two hours.”

Todd and I looked at each other. We wanted time to ourselves and now this tiny brat was planning on hanging out for TWO HOURS? We hardly even knew her!

When she got off the phone she plopped down on the sofa right between us and starting babbling on and on about how she found her outfit at the mall and there was this guy there who called her cute and blah, blah, blah. She just wouldn’t shut up. I was amazed by her mouth stamina.

I finally interrupted her and asked why she didn’t ask to be picked up at her own house just down the block. She said, “I don‘t want people to think I sit around my house alone on a Saturday. That‘s so dorky.” Then, I kid you not, she actually added, “Now that your stupid sister is gone, I don’t mind hanging out here for a little while.”

She never bothered to ask if WE minded. And where does she get off bashing my sister right to my face?

Tracy took out some teen magazine and started reading. I thought that would keep her quiet but it didn’t. “Oh, don’t you think that dress would look cute on me? I would totally wear that. And those shoes? I have a pair just like them. They‘re soooo cute. Blah, blah, blah.”

I wanted to shoot myself.

Eventually she asked if she could use the vanity in my room to touch up her make-up a bit. I said she could. ANYTHING to get her out of the room for a few minutes. I hoped she’d stay up there until her ride came but that was still an hour and a half away! Time was moving so slowly.

She wasn’t gone 2 minutes before reappearing on the stairs . . . And carrying the ROPES in her hand! She had grabbed them off the bed. I turned red immediately. I’d forgotten about those.

Tracy stopped halfway down the stairs and grinned. “So what are these for, huh?” Then she giggled.

I was trying to think of a lie fast but nothing came out. Todd was quicker than me. “They’re mine,” He said. “It’s parachute cord. I’m going to make a mini parachute for science class.”

She seemed to accept that explanation and I breathed a secret sigh of relief. The last thing I wanted was for this 14-year-old blabbermouth to run around telling everybody that Todd and I tie each other up. Yikes!

“I thought you were doing something naughty with them,” she giggled again. Then she started tying one of the ropes around her wrist. She did some simple knot and then held it up for us to see, still giggling.

Todd jumped off the sofa, “No, that knot sucks. Weren‘t you ever in the scouts?”

I watched from the sofa as he re-tied the knot on her wrist. She just watched him do it and giggled again when he was done.

“You seem experienced,” she grinned.

“You never played cops and robbers? Wait, watch this.”

He turned her to the side and brought both of her arms behind her back. Then he began tying the rope around BOTH wrists. It only took him a few seconds. The next thing I knew, Tracy was standing next to him on the stairs with her wrists tied behind her back.

I started laughing. If this girl only knew how often those ropes were used for such fun for REAL. Todd looked at me and grinned from ear to ear. It was like a private joke between us. But at this point I honestly thought Todd was just showing her how to do it and assumed he was about to remove the rope.

I had no idea this was only the beginning of something . . .