You scratch your chin. "These all sound pretty fun, but I think I know just what we can do to loosen up."
Phoebe raises an eyebrow, the idea forming in her head. "You can't mean..."
Both of you shout at the same time "Tickle Fight!!" and lunge at each other across the couch. You plow into Phoebe, pushing her back with prodding pokes to the belly. She giggles and backs up, but then pushes off the couch and lands on top of you, worming her little fingers and purple nails into your armpits. You tighten your arms, accidentally pinning her tickly digits in there, and gritting your teeth with laughter, keep up your assault. The two of you fight furiously, you being stronger but Phoebe being more agile and perhaps the better tickler. In the end you both finish in a tangled, panting ball on the couch.
You disentangle yourself from your friend and sit up, while she does the same. You're both gasping for breath but smiling and giggling
"Phew...I'm glad my parents aren't home." Phoebe pants. "I haven't had that much fun in a while. I like the idea, but let's spice it up a bit. How about we go up to my bedroom, I have a bed there we can tickle on! Oh, and we can use tickle tools too!
You nod, hardly believing your luck, and follow your pretty friend up to her room on the second story. It's pink and flowery, with a soft queen bed in the middle. Perfect for a friendly tickle-off. Surrounding the two of you are many possible tickle toys: a feather duster in the corner, some big fluffy makeup brushes on a table, one of Phoebe's hairbrushes, feathers in a costume headdress, and a pair of silky satin gloves sitting on her vanity table. It's practically a battleground.
Too busy looking over her room, which you havent been in in a long time, Phoebe sneaks a playful poke into your armpit, causing you to elicit an unmanly squeak. She giggles and sits on her bed, getting into a playful stance on her knees. You know you're stronger, but she's more devious and quick.