Author's
note: I purposely refrained from mentioning Doc and his family, or
Marty's family, so this story can apply to all of my universes.
6:00 PM PST
Jennifer Parker was so excited. She had received an autographed poster by Huey Lewis and The News from her Uncle Jim. She had offered to give the poster to Marty, under the condition that he would let her tickle his feet. Marty could not stand being tickled there, but he really wanted the autographed poster. So Marty had reluctantly agreed to subject himself to some relentless foot tickling. Her cousin, Renee, had loaned her a restraint board to restrain Marty. She had just attached the restraint board to her bed. She even had those little brushes with the soft bristles, that Ms. Coleman and Douglas Needles had used. Perfect, Jennifer thought, tonight, Marty McFly will be my tickle toy. I can hardly wait. I must admit, I really enjoyed watching him laugh helplessly at the hands of Ms. Coleman and Douglas Needles.
'Hey, Jennifer,' called out Mrs. Parker, 'you dad and I are going out, now! We should be home at around 10:30! If you need anything, Ken and Barb are next door.'
Jennifer ran downstairs to hug her parents, 'Have fun, Mom and Dad,' called out Jennifer. 'I love you!' Then she went outside to sit on the swingset, and wait for Marty. It was a nice breezy and sunny day, and school will be out within a month.
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I can't believe I let Jennifer talk me into this, thought Marty, cringing. I can't believe that I'm letting her subject me to that kind of torment, again. Well, I really do want the poster, though. Also, Marty had to admit that he didn't completely hate having his feet tickled. There was something a little arousing about it. Still, it was unbearable torment all the same.
Marty grabbed his skateboard, and car-surfed over to Jennifer's house.
'There you are, Marty!' exclaimed Jennifer, running up to hug Marty.
Then Marty had followed Jennifer upstairs, to her bedroom. The sight of the restraints made him cringe. However, a deal was a deal. He took off his shoes and socks, and let Jennifer restrain him.
'I can tell you're really nervous, Marty,' Jennifer said, teasingly. 'I see you cringing.'
'Well, yeah, of course,' replied Marty. 'You know that my feet are unbearably ticklish. I still can't believe that I actually agreed to this.'
'It's because you really want that poster, Marty,' Jennifer said, smiling. 'A deal is a deal. Now, Marty, remember that there's nothing to it. All you have to do is laugh while I tickle your feet. Got it?'
Then Jennifer grabbed the two brushes, and ran them up and down the soles of Marty's feet. Marty then squirmed and laughed in ticklish agony. Jennifer then ran the brushes into the arches, causing Marty's eyes to tear up from laughing so hard.
'Oh, are you having fun, Marty?' Jennifer teased. As Marty was laughing too hard to answer, Jennifer added, 'It certainly looks like you're having a good time. You're laughing so much. You have such lovely ticklish feet.'
Marty was laughing too hard to respond. Jennifer ran the brushes down the insteps for awhile, then on the balls for awhile, then back into the arches. Jennifer smiled, as she could tell that Marty was really suffering.
'Oh, Marty, I'm having so much fun,' taunted Jennifer. 'You can't stand it, can you? You're really suffering in ticklish agony, aren't you? It's so unbearable, isn't it? You desperately want me to stop, don't you? Well, unfortunately, I don't plan to stop anytime soon.'
Marty couldn't say anything. He just laughed and squirmed. He tried willing himself to not be so ticklish, but then he found out that it was no use. Her girlfriend was just as relentless as Ms. Coleman and Douglas Needles were. The tickling was such unbearable torture, and he felt like fainting. He felt so helpless.
Jennifer realized that she had a sadistic side to her, when it came to tickling. She loved making Marty suffer in ticklish agony. The sound of his helpless laughter was music to her ears. Jennifer smiled, as she continued to run the brush up and down the soles. Jennifer was going to take advantage of her opportunity to the fullest - and Marty was fully at her mercy. Oh, sure, she's tickled Marty many times in the past, but never on the soles of his feet. Now she understood why Marty would never let her tickle him there. His feet had to be at least ten times as much ticklish as his sides, and his sides were pretty ticklish. Jennifer enjoyed running the brushes up and down the soles of his feet, and especially spending lots of time on the arches.
'Admit it, Marty,' Jennifer taunted, 'you're having so much fun. You love having the soles of your feet tickled. Since you're laughing, it obviously means you're enjoying youself. I know I'm certainly having fun making you laugh.'
Marty felt himself going insane from the extreme tickling sensation. He kept squirming and laughing helplessly. The sensation was so unbearable, and Marty kept feeling like he was going to faint any minute.
After about two hours, Jennifer finally decided that she had enough. She had then taken the restraints off of Marty, and helped him sit up.
'How do you feel, Marty?' Jennifer asked, smiling.
'I feel so worn out,' replied Marty. 'Laughing so much can leave you real breathless. I never realized that you had such a sadistic side of you. That was two hours of ticklish agony that I just went through. It was so unbearable. It's amazing that I didn't pass out, or something.'
Jennifer smiled, then said, 'So I guess you want the poster now, right?'
'Of course,' said Marty. 'I must sat, that was so generous of you to give me the poster - even if you did use it as an opportunity to inflict your tickle torture on me.'
'Well, hey,' explained Jennifer, 'I figured that would be one of the very few chances I would ever get. I mean, you never let me tickle your feet.'
'Yeah, because they're so unbearably ticklish,' mumbled Marty. Then he leaned over to kiss Jennifer. The kissed and cuddled for about ten minutes. Then Jennifer looked up at the clock.
Then Jennifer asked, 'Shall we go take a walk in the park? The weather is really nice outside. It's not too hot out. Might as well get out and enjoy the great outdoors.'
'Sure, why don't we?' agreed Marty, smiling. 'Say, do you have any Pepsi Free in the refridgerator? I'm pretty thirsty.'
Jennifer went over to the refrigerator, looked inside of it, and said, 'Yeah, there's two of them. One for you, and one for me.'
Jennifer then tossed a can of Pepsi Free to Marty. Marty caught it and popped it open.
'Thanks, Jennifer,' said Marty, taking a swallow. 'This is such a refreshing drink.'
'Admit it, Marty,' Jennifer said, coyly. 'You love being tickled, even on the soles of your feet. I mean, you were laughing all the while. Admit that you were enjoying yourself.'
'Nope, not true,' Marty said, shaking his head. 'I like being tickled elsewhere, but not on the soles of my feet. There it's pure unbearable torture.'
'Aww, Marty, you are so stubborn,' chided Jennifer, as she was leaning over to kiss him. Marty had returned the kiss. 'So you're not mad at me, Marty?'
'Naaa, I could never ever be mad at you,' Marty said, smiling. 'You are the girl of my dreams, and we are destined to marry someday. Somehow, I think God placed you in my path for a reason.' Then Marty put his his lips over Jennifer's, and they kissed, again. Then they headed out to the park.