YouNeverKnow175
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“So, just a few general comments on your creative writing assignment,” Jessica said to the class. “All in all they were very good.”
Jessica still got very nervous being in front of her class. She was doing her best to sound confident and professional, even though she still felt like she had no idea what she was doing. She had been student teaching all year, and had hoped that by May she would feel like a pro, but teaching high school English wasn’t easy. Especially at a suburban school where all the students where spoiled and smart.
The creative writing class for seniors that she was student teaching was, in some ways, the toughest. The students were all checked out, a few weeks from graduating. They’d gotten into schools, and were focused on their first summers as adults. At eighteen, the world was at their fingertips.
The toughest part for Jessica, these days, though, was the bare feet. It was late May, and all of the beautiful girls’ feet that had been covered in shoes and boots all winter long were coming out in full force. The flip flops were distracting, especially if they came off. But the most agonizingly distracting were the flats or moccasins - the dangling, the shoeplay, the slipping on and off. There were more than a few occasions when Jessica had completely lost her train of thought in the middle of the lesson and blushingly had to re-gather herself. It was almost already too much for her to handle that the girls in the class seemed to love to sneak up on one another and grab each others’ sides, sending the victim either to the ceiling or the floor depending on her disposition. Now that, combined with the bare feet, was a disaster. Was she going to make it through the year without her lead teacher noticing? Without the students noticing?
“Let’s talk a little about character development,” she said. “What are some things to remember about character development?”
She smiled, hopeful as always when she asked a question that someone would actually respond. One of the boys usually did - they seemed to have enough of a crush on her to want to engage with her as much as they could.
As they should. Jessica was a knockout: a green-eyed, pretty 24-year-old with freckles and reddish-brown hair that she often kept in a ponytail. Her shortness - she stood 5’2” - added to her overall cuteness and feistiness. Today she wore black slacks, a red blouse, and black flats on her size seven feet.
As usual, one of the boys who loved to try to prove how smart he was to her raised his hand and responded. “Well, you’ve talked a lot about showing rather than telling when it comes to providing information about a character,” he began. “For example, if you want the reader to know that a girl is pretty, there are a lot of ways you can try to convey that. First of all, you could…”
Then it happened. Whether it was the worst imaginable scenario or the greatest, Jessica wasn’t sure.
Mia was the goddess of the class. She had straight, sandy-brown hair down just past her shoulders and brown eyes. She was slim but athletic, and stood 5’9”. She played basketball and field hockey and was an actor. She was drop-dead gorgeous and surely could or would be a model. Jessica found her quite attractive and had been very, very curious to see her feet all year. She’d seen her in socks once. She hadn’t worn sandals yet all year. She wore moccasins a lot and sometimes slippers. A few times she’d played with her moccasins under her desk but Jessica was at an angle where she couldn’t see much at all.
Today was a moccasins day, and Mia also wore a light blue tank top which exposed her midriff and blue jean shorts. It was also the hottest day they’d had all spring, with temperatures well into the 80s. Whether that was a factor, Jessica could only guess. But Mia, with no warning, slipped her feet out of her moccasins from her second-row seat and put her bare feet up on an empty chair in front of her.
It was so nonchalant that it was almost surreal. It was the kind of thing Jessica thought could only happen in her fantasies. And yet, there it was. And she couldn’t stare; she had to listen to this arrogant little fool trying to impress her with his understanding of character development.
That didn’t stop her from glancing, again and again. She couldn’t help it. Mia’s soles were mesmerizing. Prettier than she could have imagined. They were bright pinkish-red and looked as soft as any soles she’d ever seen. They were probably a size 9. Her second toe was right at the same level as her big toe, maybe a hair longer. Jessica felt her breathing getting heavier.
Whatever the boy talking was saying, she was no longer following. She was nodding and smiling, but that was the best she could do. Then Mia scrunched her toes on both feet, revealing black toenail polish. Black was so sexy. Then she wiggled and spread her toes and wiggled them some more. Jessica felt herself getting increasingly turned on. She wanted nothing more than to either fall to her knees and start sucking those luscious toes or run to the bathroom and touch herself.
She gave up all hope of trying to lead a real discussion and decided she was just going to fake it. Fortunately, the lead teacher wasn’t in the room so she wasn’t being evaluated. “Good, Josh. Thank you. Anyone else?” Someone else answered and started talking about something, who knows what. Mia’s feet looked SO SOFT. Were they ticklish? They had to be. She’d seen a few people do the side squeeze thing to Mia and she had reacted pretty strongly - so chances are if her sides were that ticklish, her feet were too. What Jessica would have given to find out.
Within a few minutes, the bell rang. Class had ended. But Mia didn’t get out of her chair, or even pull her feet down. She was looking intently at her phone, seemingly oblivious to the fact that everyone around her was walking out of the room.
Her friends took notice and decided to take full advantage. Jessica saw them plotting and giggling and then walk over to Mia’s desk. Jessica’s heart began pounding as she watched in disbelief. Kristen, a tall, freckled brunette sat down on Mia’s ankles. Then she started tickling Mia’s feet with both hands.
Mia jolted up, forgetting all about whatever she had been looking at on her phone. “WHAT THE - “ were the only words she could get out before a wave of explosive laughter seized her. Her laughter was girlish and sexy, somehow both panicky and steady at the same time. “Stop!!! STOP!!!” she pleaded. But then their other friend, Toni, a black-haired, dark-eyed vixen, standing 5’6” in her flip flops with black painted toenails on her pale size eight feet, came up behind Mia’s desk and started running her fingers up and down her sides.
Mia’s laughter shifted dramatically into a higher-gear, and her body did too, thrashing and jolting in her seat, though unable to get far because of the desk in front of her abdomen and both friends keeping her in place. Her laughter went silent for a second and her face got redder and redder. She yelled out, “HELP! You guys STOP!! HELP!!!!”
Everyone had left the room except Jessica, who was staring in awe, turned on beyond belief. The good girl, professional side of her told her to break it up; she couldn’t let a student be tortured in her class in front of her. The erotic, naughty, foot and tickle lover in her couldn’t get enough and there was no way she was stopping it; the only question was whether she could keep herself from joining in.
Mia looked directly at Jessica this time and cried out, “PLEASE!! HELP!!!” with a look of desperation in her eyes as she laughed and thrashed uncontrollably. Jessica began walking toward the trio. Kristen and Toni prepared to be scolded. They slowed their tickling to light, gliding strokes but didn’t entirely stop. Mia’s laughter slowed to a quiet, helpless giggle.
Jessica wasn’t sure what she was going to say. She wanted the torture to continue more than anything. It was as if the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other were locked in an intense duel.
“Girls….you know…” she began. Kristen looked down at the ground. Toni began rolling her eyes.
“…you should never do something like this….” Relief came over Mia’s face. She literally felt like she couldn’t take another second. Jessica swallowed hard and continued, “without having a third person to focus entirely on the tummy!” With that, she dove her wiggling fingers into Mia’s flat, exposed belly. Mia’s face went from shock to agony in a matter of milliseconds and her friends, too, couldn’t believe it but happily put aside their surprise to join right back in. Mia screamed and laughed and pleaded when she could get words out, but most of the time that wasn’t possible.
Jessica was loving every second of being in on the tickling and couldn’t believe how ticklish her gorgeous goddess of a student-crush was. But after a minute or so, she became worried about two things. One was another teacher walking in the room, and the other was having an orgasm, which she was beginning to feel dangerously close to. So she relented, and told the girls it was time to do the same. “Okay, okay, we had our fun, let’s let poor Mia go now,” she said with a tone reeking of adult responsibility.
“Ohmygod,” said Mia, panting to catch her breath. “You guys are SO MEAN. You have no idea how ticklish I am. You’re SO MEAN. I’ll get you back for this!”
The girls got up and scampered away. Jessica quickly retreated to the bathroom.
* * *
"I can’t believe Ms. Watson tickled me too! That was so intense!” Mia said as the girls walked through the halls later that afternoon.
“I wonder if Ms. Watson is ticklish,” Toni said.
“Oh my god, she’d be so fun to tickle,” exclaimed Kristen.
“Well, I’ve already gotten you two back with those water balloons,” said Mia with a wicked smile. “I have to get her back somehow!”
“We should totally sneak up on her and tickle her!” Toni said, mischief running through her veins. “Will we get in trouble?” Mia asked.
“It’s the end of the year, we’re seniors, no one’s going to care,” said Kristen. “Besides, it’s just tickling.”
* * *
Two days later, the girls were walking through the green just outside the school at the end of the day. “Ohmygod, look!” said Kristen, pointing across the green. There was their student teacher, Ms. Watson, lying on the grass, reading. She was barefoot.
“This is our chance!” exclaimed Toni. “Let’s go.” The girls, mischievously giggling, walked across the lawn and approached.
“Hey Ms. Watson!” Mia called out as they arrived where she was lying. Her black flats lay empty in the grass next to her. She was reading Henry Miller.
“Oh, hey girls,” Jessica replied, a bit taken aback. She had walked all the way to the side of the green furthest from the school, thinking she wouldn’t be bothered. “What are you up to?” “Just strollin’ around,” said Toni.
“Oh, hey, Ms. Watson!” said Kristen in an almost flirtatious tone. “Nice toenail polish…” She bent down to get a closer look. It was bright red and looked very fresh. “Did you do it yourself?”
Jessica wiggled her toes. She felt flustered. “Oh..um..no…I…get pedicures pretty regularly.”
“Ohmygosh I LOVE pedicures!!” Kristen exclaimed girlishly. Then she took Jessica’s second toe between her thumb and pointer finger and said, “They did a good job!” Jessica’s foot automatically jerked back. Kristen was worried she was going to pull her feet away entirely, so she sat down next to her and lifted Jessica’s feet into her lap. If Jessica tried to pull them away, she could hold them in place.
“What are you doing?” Jessica asked nervously.
“Just taking a closer look. They made your feet so soft!!” Kristen said, sliding her palm up and down Jessica’s left sole. Jessica threw her head back and laughed out loud.
“Oh my!” Kristen exclaimed. “Are you ticklish, Ms. Watson?”
Jessica blushed. “That’s about enough, girls, I’ve got to get going to a meeting…” She began to pull her feet away and Kristen leaned forward and held them in place.
“Ms. Watson,” said Mia. “You seem almost as ticklish as me. I wonder if it’s just on your feet, or if it’s all over…” She dropped to the ground and began tickling Jessica’s tummy over her dark blue cotton blouse. At the same time, Kristen started tickling Jessica’s bare feet. Jessica was in jeans, making her bare feet and perfect little toes even more accentuated.
Jessica immediately succumbed to hysterical laughter, even before Toni joined in on her sides and armpits. Once that started, she was completely helpless. She couldn’t thrash very much because the girls were holding her pretty securely, but her body convulsed and jolted about as much as they would allow.
Jessica loved tickling. She liked being tickled, but deep down she liked being in control. She was a ‘ler at heart. She’d been tickled plenty in recent relationships, but this was the first time without a safe word - a genuine way out - since….
The memories all came flooding back. She felt like she was their age all over again. She squealed and squealed girlishly, unable to comprehend that she was helpless at the hands of three of her students. It was just like her freshman year of college when the girls would tickle her mercilessly, knowing she was the little one, the extremely ticklish one, who they could render completely and utterly helpless all too easily. Her mind flashed back to the parties when she would, inevitably, at some point hear one of her friends say, “Do you know how ticklish she is??” and within seconds she’d be on the floor or the couch with eight or ten or twelve hands all over her body, driving her straight to the edge of sanity for minutes at a time - though for all she knew it was hours and hours.
She remembered, too, during the late night theater rehearsals when her friends would gang up on her backstage after games and tickle her to a point unimaginable. Her little feet would be so tender from wearing shoes all day long at school plus all afternoon and evening in rehearsal that every touch was excruciatingly ticklish. And they just wouldn’t stop. She hoped with all her might that the theater teacher would see what was happening and stop them and at the same time she prayed he wouldn’t because she was so embarrassed and didn’t want anyone else to know how insanely ticklish and vulnerable she was.
She felt that same way now; she would have given anything for another teacher or even the school principle to walk by and get the girls to stop, and yet she was terrified that that would happen. Then they’d know. They’d know how ticklish she was, they’d know that as strong and professional and intelligent as she tried to come across, that a few high school girls could render her completely and utterly helpless with a few wiggling fingers. She laughed and laughed and laughed and begged and begged and the girls LOVED it - they found it amazing and amusing and erotic that their confident, smart student teacher was THIS ticklish, this girlishly ticklish. Toni thought about the B+ she’d received from Jessica when she was sure she deserved an A as she dug her fingers into Jessica’s underarms, an act that seemed to turn her laughter silent until she finally slid her hands out and moved back down to her ribs.
"Girls - hahahaeeeeeee - girls really - GIRLS!!! Enough! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA - ENOUGH!"
It tickled so much. She couldn't believe how much it tickled. Was there any way to get them to stop? Her mind couldn't think clearly enough to come up with a scheme through the unbearably ticklish sensations encompassing her body.
The tickling went on for at least ten minutes until a panicking, panting, red-faced Jessica finally mustered the strength to scream, “STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!” - a piercing scream that echoed across the schoolyard and surely into the building as well. The girls instantly stopped in horror. They looked around, certain a police car would pull up at any moment, or at least the headmaster. Jessica, too, expected the same thing and felt embarrassed at the thought of someone coming across them. So the girls quickly stood up. Mia said, “Gotcha back!” with a smile and Toni said, “Glad to know you’re so ticklish!” and Kristen said, “I really love your pedicure. We should go together sometime!” and they scampered away. Jessica lay in the grass, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She wasn’t sure if she felt turned on or violated or some odd mixture of both. She knew she had a few friends in the online tickling world who were going to love this story, if she could ever get up the courage to tell it. She looked down at her own feet and admired their beauty and cuteness for a moment - it was true, the pedicure had come out really nice - and then slid her flats back on and stood up. She did have a meeting to go to - and she hoped she didn’t look too disheveled. As she walked back toward the school, all she could think about was how unfathomably much that had tickled.
Jessica still got very nervous being in front of her class. She was doing her best to sound confident and professional, even though she still felt like she had no idea what she was doing. She had been student teaching all year, and had hoped that by May she would feel like a pro, but teaching high school English wasn’t easy. Especially at a suburban school where all the students where spoiled and smart.
The creative writing class for seniors that she was student teaching was, in some ways, the toughest. The students were all checked out, a few weeks from graduating. They’d gotten into schools, and were focused on their first summers as adults. At eighteen, the world was at their fingertips.
The toughest part for Jessica, these days, though, was the bare feet. It was late May, and all of the beautiful girls’ feet that had been covered in shoes and boots all winter long were coming out in full force. The flip flops were distracting, especially if they came off. But the most agonizingly distracting were the flats or moccasins - the dangling, the shoeplay, the slipping on and off. There were more than a few occasions when Jessica had completely lost her train of thought in the middle of the lesson and blushingly had to re-gather herself. It was almost already too much for her to handle that the girls in the class seemed to love to sneak up on one another and grab each others’ sides, sending the victim either to the ceiling or the floor depending on her disposition. Now that, combined with the bare feet, was a disaster. Was she going to make it through the year without her lead teacher noticing? Without the students noticing?
“Let’s talk a little about character development,” she said. “What are some things to remember about character development?”
She smiled, hopeful as always when she asked a question that someone would actually respond. One of the boys usually did - they seemed to have enough of a crush on her to want to engage with her as much as they could.
As they should. Jessica was a knockout: a green-eyed, pretty 24-year-old with freckles and reddish-brown hair that she often kept in a ponytail. Her shortness - she stood 5’2” - added to her overall cuteness and feistiness. Today she wore black slacks, a red blouse, and black flats on her size seven feet.
As usual, one of the boys who loved to try to prove how smart he was to her raised his hand and responded. “Well, you’ve talked a lot about showing rather than telling when it comes to providing information about a character,” he began. “For example, if you want the reader to know that a girl is pretty, there are a lot of ways you can try to convey that. First of all, you could…”
Then it happened. Whether it was the worst imaginable scenario or the greatest, Jessica wasn’t sure.
Mia was the goddess of the class. She had straight, sandy-brown hair down just past her shoulders and brown eyes. She was slim but athletic, and stood 5’9”. She played basketball and field hockey and was an actor. She was drop-dead gorgeous and surely could or would be a model. Jessica found her quite attractive and had been very, very curious to see her feet all year. She’d seen her in socks once. She hadn’t worn sandals yet all year. She wore moccasins a lot and sometimes slippers. A few times she’d played with her moccasins under her desk but Jessica was at an angle where she couldn’t see much at all.
Today was a moccasins day, and Mia also wore a light blue tank top which exposed her midriff and blue jean shorts. It was also the hottest day they’d had all spring, with temperatures well into the 80s. Whether that was a factor, Jessica could only guess. But Mia, with no warning, slipped her feet out of her moccasins from her second-row seat and put her bare feet up on an empty chair in front of her.
It was so nonchalant that it was almost surreal. It was the kind of thing Jessica thought could only happen in her fantasies. And yet, there it was. And she couldn’t stare; she had to listen to this arrogant little fool trying to impress her with his understanding of character development.
That didn’t stop her from glancing, again and again. She couldn’t help it. Mia’s soles were mesmerizing. Prettier than she could have imagined. They were bright pinkish-red and looked as soft as any soles she’d ever seen. They were probably a size 9. Her second toe was right at the same level as her big toe, maybe a hair longer. Jessica felt her breathing getting heavier.
Whatever the boy talking was saying, she was no longer following. She was nodding and smiling, but that was the best she could do. Then Mia scrunched her toes on both feet, revealing black toenail polish. Black was so sexy. Then she wiggled and spread her toes and wiggled them some more. Jessica felt herself getting increasingly turned on. She wanted nothing more than to either fall to her knees and start sucking those luscious toes or run to the bathroom and touch herself.
She gave up all hope of trying to lead a real discussion and decided she was just going to fake it. Fortunately, the lead teacher wasn’t in the room so she wasn’t being evaluated. “Good, Josh. Thank you. Anyone else?” Someone else answered and started talking about something, who knows what. Mia’s feet looked SO SOFT. Were they ticklish? They had to be. She’d seen a few people do the side squeeze thing to Mia and she had reacted pretty strongly - so chances are if her sides were that ticklish, her feet were too. What Jessica would have given to find out.
Within a few minutes, the bell rang. Class had ended. But Mia didn’t get out of her chair, or even pull her feet down. She was looking intently at her phone, seemingly oblivious to the fact that everyone around her was walking out of the room.
Her friends took notice and decided to take full advantage. Jessica saw them plotting and giggling and then walk over to Mia’s desk. Jessica’s heart began pounding as she watched in disbelief. Kristen, a tall, freckled brunette sat down on Mia’s ankles. Then she started tickling Mia’s feet with both hands.
Mia jolted up, forgetting all about whatever she had been looking at on her phone. “WHAT THE - “ were the only words she could get out before a wave of explosive laughter seized her. Her laughter was girlish and sexy, somehow both panicky and steady at the same time. “Stop!!! STOP!!!” she pleaded. But then their other friend, Toni, a black-haired, dark-eyed vixen, standing 5’6” in her flip flops with black painted toenails on her pale size eight feet, came up behind Mia’s desk and started running her fingers up and down her sides.
Mia’s laughter shifted dramatically into a higher-gear, and her body did too, thrashing and jolting in her seat, though unable to get far because of the desk in front of her abdomen and both friends keeping her in place. Her laughter went silent for a second and her face got redder and redder. She yelled out, “HELP! You guys STOP!! HELP!!!!”
Everyone had left the room except Jessica, who was staring in awe, turned on beyond belief. The good girl, professional side of her told her to break it up; she couldn’t let a student be tortured in her class in front of her. The erotic, naughty, foot and tickle lover in her couldn’t get enough and there was no way she was stopping it; the only question was whether she could keep herself from joining in.
Mia looked directly at Jessica this time and cried out, “PLEASE!! HELP!!!” with a look of desperation in her eyes as she laughed and thrashed uncontrollably. Jessica began walking toward the trio. Kristen and Toni prepared to be scolded. They slowed their tickling to light, gliding strokes but didn’t entirely stop. Mia’s laughter slowed to a quiet, helpless giggle.
Jessica wasn’t sure what she was going to say. She wanted the torture to continue more than anything. It was as if the devil on one shoulder and the angel on the other were locked in an intense duel.
“Girls….you know…” she began. Kristen looked down at the ground. Toni began rolling her eyes.
“…you should never do something like this….” Relief came over Mia’s face. She literally felt like she couldn’t take another second. Jessica swallowed hard and continued, “without having a third person to focus entirely on the tummy!” With that, she dove her wiggling fingers into Mia’s flat, exposed belly. Mia’s face went from shock to agony in a matter of milliseconds and her friends, too, couldn’t believe it but happily put aside their surprise to join right back in. Mia screamed and laughed and pleaded when she could get words out, but most of the time that wasn’t possible.
Jessica was loving every second of being in on the tickling and couldn’t believe how ticklish her gorgeous goddess of a student-crush was. But after a minute or so, she became worried about two things. One was another teacher walking in the room, and the other was having an orgasm, which she was beginning to feel dangerously close to. So she relented, and told the girls it was time to do the same. “Okay, okay, we had our fun, let’s let poor Mia go now,” she said with a tone reeking of adult responsibility.
“Ohmygod,” said Mia, panting to catch her breath. “You guys are SO MEAN. You have no idea how ticklish I am. You’re SO MEAN. I’ll get you back for this!”
The girls got up and scampered away. Jessica quickly retreated to the bathroom.
* * *
"I can’t believe Ms. Watson tickled me too! That was so intense!” Mia said as the girls walked through the halls later that afternoon.
“I wonder if Ms. Watson is ticklish,” Toni said.
“Oh my god, she’d be so fun to tickle,” exclaimed Kristen.
“Well, I’ve already gotten you two back with those water balloons,” said Mia with a wicked smile. “I have to get her back somehow!”
“We should totally sneak up on her and tickle her!” Toni said, mischief running through her veins. “Will we get in trouble?” Mia asked.
“It’s the end of the year, we’re seniors, no one’s going to care,” said Kristen. “Besides, it’s just tickling.”
* * *
Two days later, the girls were walking through the green just outside the school at the end of the day. “Ohmygod, look!” said Kristen, pointing across the green. There was their student teacher, Ms. Watson, lying on the grass, reading. She was barefoot.
“This is our chance!” exclaimed Toni. “Let’s go.” The girls, mischievously giggling, walked across the lawn and approached.
“Hey Ms. Watson!” Mia called out as they arrived where she was lying. Her black flats lay empty in the grass next to her. She was reading Henry Miller.
“Oh, hey girls,” Jessica replied, a bit taken aback. She had walked all the way to the side of the green furthest from the school, thinking she wouldn’t be bothered. “What are you up to?” “Just strollin’ around,” said Toni.
“Oh, hey, Ms. Watson!” said Kristen in an almost flirtatious tone. “Nice toenail polish…” She bent down to get a closer look. It was bright red and looked very fresh. “Did you do it yourself?”
Jessica wiggled her toes. She felt flustered. “Oh..um..no…I…get pedicures pretty regularly.”
“Ohmygosh I LOVE pedicures!!” Kristen exclaimed girlishly. Then she took Jessica’s second toe between her thumb and pointer finger and said, “They did a good job!” Jessica’s foot automatically jerked back. Kristen was worried she was going to pull her feet away entirely, so she sat down next to her and lifted Jessica’s feet into her lap. If Jessica tried to pull them away, she could hold them in place.
“What are you doing?” Jessica asked nervously.
“Just taking a closer look. They made your feet so soft!!” Kristen said, sliding her palm up and down Jessica’s left sole. Jessica threw her head back and laughed out loud.
“Oh my!” Kristen exclaimed. “Are you ticklish, Ms. Watson?”
Jessica blushed. “That’s about enough, girls, I’ve got to get going to a meeting…” She began to pull her feet away and Kristen leaned forward and held them in place.
“Ms. Watson,” said Mia. “You seem almost as ticklish as me. I wonder if it’s just on your feet, or if it’s all over…” She dropped to the ground and began tickling Jessica’s tummy over her dark blue cotton blouse. At the same time, Kristen started tickling Jessica’s bare feet. Jessica was in jeans, making her bare feet and perfect little toes even more accentuated.
Jessica immediately succumbed to hysterical laughter, even before Toni joined in on her sides and armpits. Once that started, she was completely helpless. She couldn’t thrash very much because the girls were holding her pretty securely, but her body convulsed and jolted about as much as they would allow.
Jessica loved tickling. She liked being tickled, but deep down she liked being in control. She was a ‘ler at heart. She’d been tickled plenty in recent relationships, but this was the first time without a safe word - a genuine way out - since….
The memories all came flooding back. She felt like she was their age all over again. She squealed and squealed girlishly, unable to comprehend that she was helpless at the hands of three of her students. It was just like her freshman year of college when the girls would tickle her mercilessly, knowing she was the little one, the extremely ticklish one, who they could render completely and utterly helpless all too easily. Her mind flashed back to the parties when she would, inevitably, at some point hear one of her friends say, “Do you know how ticklish she is??” and within seconds she’d be on the floor or the couch with eight or ten or twelve hands all over her body, driving her straight to the edge of sanity for minutes at a time - though for all she knew it was hours and hours.
She remembered, too, during the late night theater rehearsals when her friends would gang up on her backstage after games and tickle her to a point unimaginable. Her little feet would be so tender from wearing shoes all day long at school plus all afternoon and evening in rehearsal that every touch was excruciatingly ticklish. And they just wouldn’t stop. She hoped with all her might that the theater teacher would see what was happening and stop them and at the same time she prayed he wouldn’t because she was so embarrassed and didn’t want anyone else to know how insanely ticklish and vulnerable she was.
She felt that same way now; she would have given anything for another teacher or even the school principle to walk by and get the girls to stop, and yet she was terrified that that would happen. Then they’d know. They’d know how ticklish she was, they’d know that as strong and professional and intelligent as she tried to come across, that a few high school girls could render her completely and utterly helpless with a few wiggling fingers. She laughed and laughed and laughed and begged and begged and the girls LOVED it - they found it amazing and amusing and erotic that their confident, smart student teacher was THIS ticklish, this girlishly ticklish. Toni thought about the B+ she’d received from Jessica when she was sure she deserved an A as she dug her fingers into Jessica’s underarms, an act that seemed to turn her laughter silent until she finally slid her hands out and moved back down to her ribs.
"Girls - hahahaeeeeeee - girls really - GIRLS!!! Enough! HAHAHAHAHAHAAAAA - ENOUGH!"
It tickled so much. She couldn't believe how much it tickled. Was there any way to get them to stop? Her mind couldn't think clearly enough to come up with a scheme through the unbearably ticklish sensations encompassing her body.
The tickling went on for at least ten minutes until a panicking, panting, red-faced Jessica finally mustered the strength to scream, “STOP!!!!!!!!!!!!” - a piercing scream that echoed across the schoolyard and surely into the building as well. The girls instantly stopped in horror. They looked around, certain a police car would pull up at any moment, or at least the headmaster. Jessica, too, expected the same thing and felt embarrassed at the thought of someone coming across them. So the girls quickly stood up. Mia said, “Gotcha back!” with a smile and Toni said, “Glad to know you’re so ticklish!” and Kristen said, “I really love your pedicure. We should go together sometime!” and they scampered away. Jessica lay in the grass, her breathing slowly returning to normal. She wasn’t sure if she felt turned on or violated or some odd mixture of both. She knew she had a few friends in the online tickling world who were going to love this story, if she could ever get up the courage to tell it. She looked down at her own feet and admired their beauty and cuteness for a moment - it was true, the pedicure had come out really nice - and then slid her flats back on and stood up. She did have a meeting to go to - and she hoped she didn’t look too disheveled. As she walked back toward the school, all she could think about was how unfathomably much that had tickled.
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