The doorbell rang, and Deborah's heart skipped a beat. She was nervous about her friend's visit, but she couldn't help the butterflies in her stomach. After all, it had been a week since she last saw anyone other than her doctor, and she was getting a little stir-crazy being cooped up at home. She had really missed her friend's company.
She forced herself to walk slowly to the door, trying to will away the pain in her right foot. It was supposed to be sprained, a bad sprain, according to the doctor. But somehow, every time she thought about it, a small smile crept onto her face. She knew that wasn't normal - a sprained foot shouldn't be this much fun!
She opened the door to find her friend standing there, looking concerned yet relieved at the same time. "Deborah! You're up! I was worried about you being holed up in here all alone!" She stepped inside and gave Deborah a hug. "How are you feeling?"
Deborah winced slightly as she hopped on her good foot, grabbing the wall for support. "Oh, you know... still a bit sore. But I'm managing." She forced a weak smile.
Her friend raised an eyebrow skeptically. "Really? You're sure it's not just an excuse to stay in and relax?" She paused, a mischievous glint in her eye. "Because you know, if it is, that's fine by me. I could use a little downtime too."
A nervous laugh escaped Deborah's lips. "No, really! It's just a sprained foot! And stop that, you're making me blush!"
Her friend chuckled. "Alright, alright. I believe you. But I'm here to make sure you're taking care of yourself. And if that means some light tickling therapy, so be it."
Deborah's heart skipped a beat again. She wasn't sure if she should be excited or terrified at the prospect of her friend "tickling therapy." But before she could say anything, her friend was already leading her towards the couch.
She sat down, her friend behind her, and felt her friend's hands on her legs. They started massaging gently, and Deborah let out a soft moan of pleasure. "Ahh, that feels good."
Her friend chuckled. "See? You're not in that much pain. Now let's see how ticklish you really are." She started tickling Deborah's feet, making her giggle uncontrollably. "Tickle, tickle, tickle!"
Deborah squirmed around, trying to get away from the tickles. But her friend was too strong, and it felt amazing. "Stop, stop, I can't take it!" She laughed hysterically.
Her friend let up a bit, grinning. "Well, it seems like you're ticklish after all. Maybe we should do this more often. It's a great way to unwind." She gave Deborah's leg a playful squeeze.
Deborah turned around, still smiling. "Yeah, maybe you're right. Maybe I didn't have to fake being sick after all." She winked at her friend.
Her friend raised an eyebrow. "Fake being sick? You mean you weren't really that sick?"
Deborah blushed, feeling a bit embarrassed. "Well, maybe just a little. But mostly, I just wanted to spend some time with you." She gave her friend a soft kiss on the cheek.
Her friend smiled warmly, wrapping her arms around Deborah. "And I'm glad we're doing that. Because I missed you too, you know."
They sat there for a while, enjoying each other's company, their legs intertwined beneath the blanket. It was perfect. Deborah couldn't help but think that maybe her friend was right - maybe tickling therapy was the way to go after all. It certainly beat sitting around feeling sorry for herself.
As the evening wore on, they moved towards the bedroom, their plans for "tickling therapy" growing more elaborate with every passing moment. Deborah found herself giggling uncontrollably as her friend tickled her mercilessly, her body aching with laughter and desire.
It was an evening she wouldn't soon forget - filled with tickles, laughter, and love. And maybe, just maybe, it was the beginning of something new - something wonderful. Because after all, a little bit of foot tickling never hurt anyone... right?
