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Happy Birthday Billy Part 4 (M/F)

HallKogan

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“So where do you wanna go?” Krista asked, as we walked down to my car.

“I’ve had a craving for pizza lately, I know a great place, but there’s no tables to sit down and eat.”

“Are you talking about DiCarlo’s ? I love their pizza!”

I grabbed her arm and spun her toward me, and planted a kiss on her lips. “Now I KNOW you’re the one.”

“Hey tiger, any ideas where we can take it? I want to spend the day out with you.” She asked with a kiss of her own.

“How about the park? We can have our first picnic.” I said, slid into my seat and unlocked the door for her.”

“Sounds great,” she said as she stepped inside.


As we walked inside the smells of tomato sauce, fresh mozzarella, pepperoni, and oregano filled our noses. She got hers with pepperoni and sausage, while I opted for the same, with banana peppers. I grabbed a couple cokes from the vending machine and we were headed to the park.

I’d found out on the way she’d skipped breakfast too and had her roommate drop her off so she could surprise me. By the time we found a nice table in the shade the smell of pizza was making our stomachs growl. Neither of us were shy about tearing into that first slice.

“Pizza for breakfast, I love this idea!” She said, dabbing sauce from one corner of her mouth.

“You should try it cold, it’s the best.”


In between bites, we discussed our plans for summer break, Krista’s idea was to spend a month in California, then fly back and spend a month with my folks. Then the rest of summer was ours.

“Your parents won’t mind us staying will they?” She stretched her legs out on the bench, her soft leather flats inches from me. I would have gone for some tickles right there, but there were too many people there.

“Heck no, they love you, and they have a big place, plenty of room.” I looked down at her feet, she was flexing them in her shoes, teasing me a little.

She caught me, and said to me “Behave yourself, we’re not alone out here.”

“It’s your fault for being too cute.” She blushed at this leaned in close, and whispered “Later.”


As we got back in the car ready to leave Krista stretched her legs out, putting her feet on the dash. “So birthday boy, what do you want to do next?”

I could think of a few things as I gazed at her shapely legs in tan hose. But remembered to behave myself. “Well, how about the Arcade?”

“Only if they have air hockey, I’m totally going to kick your butt.”

“Best of seven like in the Stanley Cup?” I said, she had no idea how good I was.

“I’ll beat you in 4 games, 5 games tops.” She said, and laughed. “I grew up watching Wayne Gretzky.”

“I grew up watching Lemieux, you’re on.”

She had no idea what she was in for.


As it turned out, neither did I. We got to the arcade at about 2, and headed for the air hockey table. I feigned being bad and let her win the first game. Then I turned on my skills and took game 2. I found out that she was toying with me too and beat me in the next two matches. I was now down 3-1, and loving every minute. This was the first time we went head to head with out me tickling her to distract her, or her using her feet to distract me. I battled back and tied it up 3-3. The next match decided the winner, and I couldn’t get anything past her, she played it smart and was happy to keep her hand close to her goal so I couldn’t get a single shot by her. I had one more trick up my sleeve. The puck drifted slowly toward me, once it was in reach, I nailed it as hard as I could and sent it ricocheting back and forth zig zagging across the table and sunk a goal as time ran out.

“Man you’re good, I was the queen of this back home.” She was walking around the table to meet me with her arms open.

“You’re the first person to take me to seven games.” I told her, it was true, this was by far the best match either of us had ever had and I only won with a trick shot.

The heat of competition had an effect on her, she stood up on her toes, grabbed my shirt, and planted a huge kiss on me, open mouthed, I lifted her up, and returned it, neither of us realizing we had an audience.

A small crowd had been watching our match, and saw our kiss and began to applaud. I bowed, she did a curtsy, and we walked hand in hand to check out the other games.


We left an hour after that, deciding to take in a movie. Jurassic Park was playing, we got our tickets and she led me up to the balcony seats. I took her cue about wanting privacy. I sat down, and she sat, turning sideways in her seat, placing her flats on my thigh.

The soles were very warm from the summer heat, and I slid them off, putting them beside me. “Mmmm...” she purred as I began to gently massage her feet.

They were quite warm, slightly damp from being in her flats all day, and I could smell her cherry lotion.

As I rubbed one foot, she rubbed her other foot on my leg, not quite going up all the way.

“I wanted to do this earlier, but we haven’t had any privacy all afternoon.” She said, pressing her soft, warm nylon foot in the right spot for just as second, before moving it away.

I let out a slight moan of my own. And I heard her giggle. “You drove me crazy with all that tickling, now it’s your turn.”

Most of the time, Krista had a sweetheart personality that you couldn’t help noticing how adorable she was. But I think our game had more of an effect than I thought. She was really drawing out her teasing, and I was reaching a point where I gave up on her massage and was gripping the seat.

“Are you okay?” She asked, as I started to get a little louder.

I didn’t want to stop, but remembered that we were in public, my modesty took over. “That feels... amazing...” I whispered, “but we’d better stop before I...”

“Oh my gosh!” She whispered as loud as she could without talking. I think she surprised herself. “You poor thing, that would have been embarrassing”

“Yeah, is better cool off, for now.” I said, trying to think of baseball.

She put her feet under her and sat closer to me, her arms wrapped around my arm. “I’m
sorry.” She said, but I felt her stifling a laugh. This was new territory for us. We’d agreed to do certain things until we’d finished college and gotten married. But weren’t sure where this would fall within our rules.


The rest of the movie was great, the dinosaurs looked so real, at times too real. During the scene with T-Rex stalking the jeep, she buried her face in my shoulder.

I put my arms around her protectively, and told her when it was safe. After it ended, I helped her out her flats back on and we made our way out of the theater into the warm summer evening. It was late afternoon and we both were getting hungry again. Since neither of us could decide what we wanted, we opted for a buffet a few minutes out of town.


We got there ten minutes later and found a table in a corner where we could sit and talk with relative privacy. It had a long tablecloth that only missed the floor by a couple of inches.

After we got our food, she took advantage and slid off one of her flats and began teasing me again. I felt her soft sole moving up and down my calf. I looked over at her with a look that said “not that I’m complaining, but really” She bit her lip and gave me her “come get me look”.

She was being especially playful, and I was enjoying it. I stared into her gorgeous blue eyes as she slid her foot higher, then suddenly her eyes went wide. I closed my thighs together, trapping her foot, but not with enough pressure to hurt.

“What are you doing?” She asked, as if she didn’t know.

“Two can play at this game you know.” I replied, skittering my fingertips along her arch.

She let out a gasp, then clamped her mouth shut, holding in a laugh. I kept it light, just on the edge of really tickling her. She then slid her other foot up, bringing in reinforcements, for lack of better term. Her silky arch rubbed the top of my hand and distracted me enough to let her other foot go. She moved her foot from my hand back into position.

Our waiter came by to clear our plates, and as he asked me how the food was, she pressed down lightly with her toes.

I coughed, then took a sip of water. And said, “It’s great, really great. I’ll definitely eat here again.” I don’t know how she kept a straight face.

When he asked her, I tested her resolve by tickling her, with comparative pressure she had used on me.

“I love it.” Was her response, which was quick. I decided to get a little payback just as the waiter asked if we would like dessert. I tickled faster and her response was “Oh my gosh yes! Um... I mean yeah, what do you have?” She couldn’t take much more and was pleading with her eyes.

He motioned to the dessert table and mentioned the chocolate lava cake. Then made his way to the back with out dirty plates.

Her foot was squirming in my lap by the time he left, she couldn’t hold in her laugh any longer. “Ohmygoshthattickles... hahahaha... knockit...oooohahahahahaffff...”

I stopped immediately, and offered a truce, which she accepted.


We talked a little more about the day’s events as I drove us back to my place. I couldn’t believe where the conversation went.

“I think I’m beginning to like being tickled as much as you like tickling me. Like, it’s always been fun with you, but now it’s like... our thing, you know? Like a game.”

I thought about it for a moment and admitted that before I met her, it really wasn’t something I was interested in. And it really did feel like “our thing” just playful fun just between us.


We finally got back to my apartment around 8:30. She let me shower and change first while she watched tv. I put on my black pajama shorts, a pair of socks, and my Penguins shirt. Which got a “mrrrowwwrrr” from her.

She went in next and came out in the pajamas and slippers I bought her for Christmas, and had something in her hand.

She sat down on the couch and asked “Up for some Sonic?”

“Totally, was my response.” And I turned on the console.

“Your turn to go first.” she said, and pulled off her slippers. Just as I hit start the first stage loaded. She began pulling black knee high stockings up her legs one by one. Then slid her feet onto my lap and gave me her “come get me look.” again.

This is going to be a great summer.
 
Damn. One of my favorite stories on here. Always a clifd hanger to wait for more.
 
Alas, the birthday series is at an end. But they’ll be making their way out west and my next tale has them preparing for the trip. It’ll be (hopefully) only two parts, with the first one coming next week.

As far as the cliffhanger, I invite all of my faithful readers to use your imagination on how the rest of the night went.

You should be well acquainted with Krista by now, and she can trust you to stop when she’s had enough right?


For those who haven’t read any of my other stories, please start here.

http://www.ticklingforum.com/showthread.php?293493-Krista-amp-Billy&p=4297766#post4297766



Until next time...

Your humble storyteller.
 
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Wonderful story! I wish my next birthday could be like that. 😀
 
Thank you all for the clicks, views, and kind words.

I’m enjoying writing these as much as you enjoy reading. I particularly love the sweet, playful moments between them. The next chapter in their lives begins next week.


Until next time,

Your humble storyteller.
 
Does some of this actually come from past experiences? Or are you just a good writer? This is very well detailed, a good read.
Incidentally I still think JP is still the most real looking out of all the movies.

This is clearly set in the 1990s.
 
Thank you for reading and responding, every bit of feedback I get means a lot.

I don’t like sharing info about my private life, so almost nothing in my stories is based on past events.

I will tell you that I’m beginning to pepper in names of places I’ve been to give my stories a more realistic feel. The air hockey match is a fictionalized account of the toughest match I’ve ever played.

Lastly a piece of advice, if you ever meet a woman who can beat you at air hockey, she’s keeper. [emoji41]
 
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