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The Ticklish Teacher!
(Posted on Thursday, June 18, 1998)
Anonymous Story Submission

It had been 6 years since my last extended tickle, (See First Tickle and The Bully). There were many what I call "reaction" tickles, where you tickle her foot until she either laughs or pulls away and that was generally accepted with good grace and didn't label you as a pervert.

My Father's second wife was a school teacher. I wasn't very fond of her, and yes I did tickle her feet a couple of times, but that's another story. She had a friend at the school also a teacher. I had a heavy duty crush on her. Nancy was lovely, brown hair, blue eyes and small pretty feet with a high arch. I was 16 she was almost 30. There were a number of times that I had the chance to tickle her feet, but always chickened out. I always managed to touch her nyloned feet, as she always ditched her shoes as soon as she walked in the door, but for some reason I couldn't bring myself to tickle them. It was driving me nuts. I had known her for month's before my chance finally came. A perfect reason to tickle her.

The four of us attended a party. She was to have a date, but he had to back-out at the last minute, I was along to be the driver. We've all been there, the adult party and no one talks to the "kid". I sat off by myself. I watched everyone, especially Nancy, get pretty sloppy. There was plenty of dancing and drinking by all, except me of course. Late in the evening Nancy noticed me sitting alone and looking rather glum. She sat down next to me and struck up a conversation. After talking for awhile, she saw my sour mood wasn't improving and she got up and made me a Vodka and 7up. I was more jealous than anything I suppose. Every guy in the place was falling over themselves to dance or talk with her.

After the second drink I was feeling a bit better, but Nancy knew I wasn't having a good time. She began to flirt with me a bit and tried to make me smile. Without warning she grabbed my ribs and began to tickle me. I wasn't ready for this and she had me helpless and laughing my head off in seconds. It felt like she tickled me for a lifetime. I thought that everyone in the place was staring, but when she finally stopped I looked around and no one even noticed. She laughed and said, "That's much better."

When I recovered, which took a few minutes, I said, "Now that wasn't very nice."

Nancy said, "Sure it was. It made you laugh didn't it? Besides a little tickle never hurt anyone." She might as well hung a sign on her neck saying "Tickle Me". Turnabout is, afterall, only fair. She wore a tight black dress, black nylons and Black High Heels. This was one of the few times I ever saw her keep her shoes on. But I wanted her foot in my hand. I reached out and grabbed her ribs and began to tickle her. She laughed and tried to crawl away to the other end of the couch.

As she fell over, one of her legs dropped into my lap. Without a second thought I grabbed her ankle and quickly pulled off her shoe. Before she knew what was going on, I began to tickle her foot. "AAAUUUUGH!!!!" She screamed. "NO, please not my feet!" And began the laugh and struggle to get away. Her other leg now on the couch also, I stopped tickling her long enough to stand, still holding her ankle, and sat on her leg. Even though I had stopped tickling her she was still giggling. I removed her other shoe. "Please, tickle my ribs if you want, but please not my feet." She pleaded.

"And why shouldn't I?" I asked.

"It tickles way too much. I can't take it." At that I began to tickle her foot again,

"A little tickle never hurt anyone." I repeated back her own words and then laughed. As she squrimed and laughed I looked around the room. Again, no one was paying us any attention, so I continued to tickle her. After a minute or so I gave her a break. "You ready to apologize yet?" I asked.

"For what?" She asked.

"For tickling me!" I said.

"No way, it was fun." She smiled.

"Well so is this." And I started tickling her foot again. I kept changing which foot I would tickle to keep her off guard and even added a few "tickle, tickle" and kootchie coo's which for some reason seemed to make her laugh even harder. After 10 minutes or so it was too much for her and she bagan pleading for me to stop and was apologizing. After a few more conformations from her, (I didn't want her to give up so soon), I finally had to stop. There were a number of short tickles I managed to give her over the next couple of years that I knew her, but I never again got to tickle her for such an extended time. She threatened to tickle me a couple of times over that period but never followed through. I think she was well aware of what I would do if she did.

The End

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NOTE: This author's also wrote First Tickle and The Bully.

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