Ticklish Lips

I was drenched to the bone and it was freezing outside, yet I didn't care.  When he was there I felt warmth straight to my soul.
He stood before me, unfairly dry compared to me.  He was shirtless and was only wearing his swim trunks.  It was hard for me not to stare.  In front of him was the nozzle to the hose, which he pointed at me threateningly like it was a gun.  A smirk was on his face; he knew my weak spot.
Before I had time to prepare, his finger twitched on the jet and a shower of water sprayed directly on my lips.  I leaped a mile into the air, covering my lips as quickly as possible.  He knew my lips were dreadfully ticklish.  I could barely stand having water sprayed on them.  His laughter filled the air with its joy and light as I stood there flustered, trying to shield my sensitive lips from the world.  He stepped closer to me; he was so close.  I found myself getting distracted in his smile again.  
"How long can you last?" he grinned, the nozzle only inches from my lips.  
"Don't do it again!" I begged, hoping for some mercy.
"If you do it I'll give you something."
"What will you give me?" I replied in a flirty tone.
"You'll have to wait and see." His smile reached his eyes with a mischievous light.
I watched him for a moment, carefully choosing my next move. "It better be good!" I laughed nervously.  I eyed the nozzle with pure hatred.
"Ready?" he whispered, fingers poised on the trigger.  I managed a nod and squeezed my eyes and lips together.  
The stream of water left the nozzle and I could barely stand it.  It was the worst form of ticklishness to ever exist.  I squeezed my eyes even tighter, trying as hard as I could not to cry out.  Finally, after what seemed like eternity, he released the nozzle.  I slowly peeled my eyes open to look at him to find his lips were only inches from mine.  I looked into his eyes, confused for a moment until he finally spoke.  
"Are your lips ticklish when someone kisses them?" his voice was soft and deep, I couldn't help feeling my heart swoon.
"I don't know, only one way to find out, I guess."
He watched me for a moment, deep in thought, before I felt his lips against mine.  I felt my soul do  a somersault.  He was kissing me.  The boy I had dreamed about for so long, the name I had doodled on my notebook, the person I thought of all the time, was here kissing me.
It didn't tickle my lips as much as it did my heart.