Chapter Two
Part Two
Jamie hesitated before opening the door to the Kittletown Diner. She pulled at her skirt and brushed the hair from her face, then turned and checked her make-up quickly in the reflection of the shiny metallic sides of the diner.
Jamie was a very pretty girl. In her old town she was much sought after by the boys in her graduating class. Now, in this new town, she wondered if she would gain the same popularity.
The diner was busy for a late afternoon. The heads of the patrons turned to see the stranger who entered. Jamie felt embarrassed. She saw that the heads of the women and girls turned back much quicker than the heads of the men and boys. She also observed that all the females wore sleeveless clothing of one sort or another. Normally, she wouldn't have noticed, this being a warm day, but now, in her new orientation, she noticed. Jamie's shoulders hunched up a bit, remembering the ticklish ordeal at the electrolysis place.
A bare-armed waitress, pretty and petite, walked up to her and noticed her embarrassment.
"You must be Jamie," the waitress said, smiling a warm smile.
"Yes," she answered relieved to find an ally.
"Come on in. I'll introduce you to Sid." The twok but I'm sure Sid's gonna like you. My name is Amy. If you need me just yell."
"Thanks, Amy," Jamie said to her new friend.
Jamie opened the door to Sid's office. She walked into the bright, messy room. There was Sid, a dark, overweight, plain-looking man behind a desk and on the phone. His face lit ip when he saw the girl and ended his conversation, hanging up quickly. Jamie stood in the middle of the floor holding her arms, scared. She ran her hands up and down the goosebumps on her bare arms.
"Jamie, Trina told me all about you. Come in." Jamie walked to the desk and stood there forcing a smile. "Sit down. I won't bite."
Jamie felt better. He was funny. There was an odd way that he moved but something about him made her feel that he was harmless. She relaxed and put her arms on the chair. Sid got up and circled behind her. She tensed again.
"Trina tells me that you're a very very ticklish girl. Is that true?"
"Yes, sir," Jamie said, practically beside herself It was going to be hard adjusting to this new submissiveness.
"What's with all this 'Sir'. Call me Sid." Sid stood behind her and looked at her soft arms flowing out of her white, sleeveless midriff top. He moved his head to see the soft ridges of her ribcage, revealed under the pulled cotton and the tight bow. Jamie crossed her legs.
Sid told Jamie to relax and she would soon get to love Kittletown. Jamie stayed silent. He reached down and gently took hold of both wrists and marveled at their soft, delicate quality. Then he lifted her hands over her head and placed them behind her head. Her elbows pointed up and out to either side and Sid looked at her two, newly electrolyzed, hairless armpits, practically drooling.
"I'm a real sucker for a smooth underarm," said Sid as he held the fingers of both hands with his left hand. Slowly, he moved his hand to her right elbow and rubbed the skin in small circles. Jamie tensed. Then he lifted his hand so just the fingertips touched her extremely smooth skin. He loved the feel of the extremely soft flesh. With the skill of an artist, he slowly ran and stroked his fingertips down the length of her sensitive upper arm coming close to her highly ticklish underarm.
Jamie wriggled and bit her lip. Her nerve-endings were going haywire. The big smile that was welling up on her lips was harder to hold in now. She attempted to gently pull her hands away but tried to remember that Sid had the legal right to tickle her this way. As his hand got closer to her underarm, she giggled in spite of her misgivings. The tickling sensations on her arm were unbearable. She strained to hold her arms up.
Finally, Sid slid his fingertips over the smooth, soft surface of Jamie's sensitive underarm and stopped to let his fingertips stroke like spiders' legs.
The effect was electrifying. Jamie pulled her hands away, giggling uncontrollably and pressed her arms tightly against her body, doubled over in giggles. The sensations were so strong that it felt as if Sid's fingers were still tickling her underarm.
"You are a ticklish one," Sid said in pure delight. With that, he reached down and wrapped his hands around her ribcage and started to tickle and probe the sensitive ridges. Half his fingers were on bare flesh and the other half were on the crisp, white cotton material of her sleeveless/midriff top.
Jamie, who was doubled over, instantly shot her body backwards and forced her elbows against his tickling and probing hands. Her head was thrown back and her hair swung so wildly backward that it flipped on top of Sid's head for a moment.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha S-stop stop ittt !!!!!!!" she giggled. Sid persisted in tickling his way up and down her ribs. He settled on the lower ribs, grabbing like he possessed two, huge lobster claws, and Jamie screamed, trying to reel her body around but Sid held her position firmly as he tickled. He was good. But it was understandable since he had such vast experience. There hadn't been one new girl in all of Kittletown that hadn't been 'interviewed' for a job by Sid. He loved the young, ticklish girls.
Jamie reached her own hands up and grabbed Sid's hands. This was just what he wanted. He tickled wildly up her ribs towards her armpits. Since Jamie had a grip on his hands, the act of lifting his hands higher on her body caused her to lift her arms, exposing the soft, ticklish hollows of her armpits. When Sid's hands were close enough, he slid upward and into those hollows. His fingers stroked wildly as he explored every inch of Jamie's most ticklish spots.
She was screaming in hysterical laughter by now, in pitches so high they were squeeks, and her body lifted up off the chair and down to the floor, pinning Sid's hands in her armpits. Apparently unmoved by all this, Sid continued to probe his fingers, creating a very ticklish situation for the young, teenage girl. She was absolutely hysterical! Her mouth was open and she wriggled wildly but it was about 20 seconds before any sound came forth. When it did, it was a hoarse, laughing hysteria.
Finally, Jamie lurched her body forward and landed on her hands. She instantly spun around so that she could face her tickling attacker. Long strands of blond hair were pasted to her face. Sid just stood there and gazed at his lovely employee, bare shoulders moving up and down as she breathed. All Sid could say was, "You're hired.
*****
Buddy sat under the maple tree was his friend, Nick. They sat and ate their sandwiches and talked about the latest Nintendo games. Buddy was deep in thought about the events of the day so far. But one thought kept coming to his mind again and again: Miss Sherman. All he could think about was Miss Sherman raising her arms as she talked. He saw her smooth underarms and heard her say the word, 'tickle', again and again. He remembered the guys talking in the morning about how she was the most ticklish teacher in the whole school. Then he thought about that other pretty teacher he looked in on and wondered what her underarms looked like. He wondered if she was also very ticklish and also wondered if her ribs were ticklish as well, or her feet. Then, in his mind, he imagined the petite teacher tickling Miss Sherman and Miss Sherman laughing. He replayed it again and again, each time turning the tickler into one teacher and then another.
Nick broke the spell when he asked, "You wanna come over my house after school tomorrow?"
"Sure," Buddy said, memories of pretty, grown-up females being tickled still lingering.
"Cool."
*****
"Hi," the pizza boy said trying to peer through the screen door.
"Hi," said Barbara cautiously. "What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in for a second?" said the pizza boy, boldly.
A thousand thoughts ran through Barbara's head. Then she had to remember again that this was a town without crime. She relented and forced a smile.
"What can I do for you?" Barbara asked as she opened the door for him. She noticed that he stared at her outstretched arm which held the screen door open to allow him in. She saw his eyes run up her arm and into her armpit and felt a shiver he entered like an old friend.
"Huh? Oh. Your husband gave me too much change and I stopped by to give it back."
"But that was a tip."
"We're not allowed. I'd love it but I can't accept it. So here it is." The pizza boy started to hand her the change. Barbara reached out to take it but at the last moment the pizza boy lifted his hand higher up to make her reach for it.
Barbara was puzzled. The pizza boy stared at her exposed armpit. It was incredibly smooth and hairless, and word was already spreading quickly around town about how ticklish this new mother was.
Pizza boy didn't wait a second. He reached his other hand and ever so lightly, but quickly, stroked the sensitive skin.
Barbara instantly pulled her arm back with a, "Oh!!!". Then she looked at this boy of barely 14 years straight in the eyes. "Did you come over to pay me money or tickle me?"
Just the sound of this gorgeous woman saying the word, 'tickle' raised his passion. He stepped to her and stroked both of her arms from the shoulders down. Barbara hunched her shoulders and tried to be diplomatic.
"I didn't realize that the Tickle Law (again that word, he thought) allowed strangers to come into a home.
"It doesn't," he said, breaking out of his spell. "I can be fired for this. You won't tell my boss, will you. Please. I can't afford to be fired. I just had to tickle you. You're so beautiful."
Barbara was now flattered. "Well, that's very nice of you," she said revealing her radiant smile. "I won't tell your boss. But you have to run along now, okay?"
"Okay," he said as she walked him to the door. When they got to the screen he stopped deliberately and Barbara, unconsciously opened it, once again revealing her outstretched arm. This time, however, pizza boy turned to it and put all ten fingers of both hands into her right armpit and tickled the sensitive skin.
Barbara threw her hand back and, lifting her head, giggled the sweetest giggle he had ever heard.
"You little devil. Do you tickle all your customers like this?"
Pizza boy's passion was mounting. He was out of control.
"Only the beautiful ones, Mrs. Mayer," he said as he reached his hands up to grab her sensitive ribs.
"Oh! Oh! Don't! Ha ha ha ha," she said as she recoiled and twisted away. Pizza boy followed her, unable to control his rising passion. "Stop, stop tickling me. I'm...ha ha ha ha ...I'm telling....ha ha ha ha ...I'm telling your bossssss .. tee-hee hee hee hee !!!!!!"
It was too late. Pizza boy had backed her against a wall and his fingers stayed fixed on her sensitive ribcage, tickling deeper into the lower, ticklish areas, feeling the rib-ridges through the thin sundress. Barbara could only laugh. She was weak and backed against a wall. Her eyes were closed and she threw her head back and forth as she tried to pry his hands, failing because of the intensity of the tickling, and pulled her elbows into her sides harder. The boy grabbed her wrists and tried to pull them over her head. He was determined to get those underarms. Barbara fought with all her might. She managed to keep her arms down but her strength was waning and she was weak from laughing.
"Don't!!! Don't!!!" she pleaded, trying desperately to protect her underarms.
Then, pizza boy reached up and tickled the soft skin under her chin. She giggled and put both hands up to take his fingers away. This gave him the perfect opportunity to grab her hands. Pizza boy threw her hands up over her head against the smooth wallpaper. He held both hands tightly with his left and. With his right, he tickled down her smooth inner arms; shifting from her right to her left and back again. Barbara fought but it was a losing battle. The fight and the tickling made her so weak she could only laugh and try to fall to the floor.
The boy prevented that but loved how her sagging body made a more available target. It stretched the armpit so that more skin appeared into the armholes of her sleeveless sundress. He quickly tickled down to her underarm and wisped his fingertips, spider-fashion, over the extremely smooth and ticklish skin. Barbara screamed and it renewed her strength. She was very VERY ticklish under her arms and couldn't take it. The memory at the electrolysist was too recent in her mind.
Pizza boy shifted to the other underarm and tickled devilishly. Barbara saw a face that was filled with evil delight and sexual passion.
"Ha ha ha ha !!!!! I can't...I can't take it anymore...Hahahaha...I can't take it!!!! Please stop!!!! Tee-hee hee hee hee hee Aahhhahahahaha!!!!! I'll do...heeheehahaha...I'll do anything!!!!!!"
Pizza boy was about to pop his cookies. He tickled savagely, delighting in her pleading and twisting and, especially, her laughter. It was sweet and girlish, although she was obviously a mature woman. He loved hearing it so he tickled and tickled and tickled her underarms, occasionally grabbing a ribcage and hearing the resulting, "Eeek!"
Finally, pizza boy's passion mounted, followed by relief and slowed the tickling down to a few soft strokes. Barbara was still laughing when her hands were released and she lowered her arms, rubbing the tickling sensations from her tickled underarms.
Embarrassed, the pizza boy shrank back and shivered when he thought that he might be fired because of it. Barbara had not realized what had happened. It all ended so quickly and she was glad to be released from the tickling.
Then she noticed a small stain on his pants and understood his embarrassment. She knew that he never meant to rape or hurt her. He tickled her. But the result was that he had an orgasm from it. She suddenly felt compassion for him and walked over to the boy who was now sitting on her couch, head lowered.
"You're a very nice boy," she said stroking his head. He looked up. "But a very bad one too. You can't tickle people like that in their own homes. I'm new but I know that much."
"I'm s-sorry," he said lowering his head.
"You really know how to tickle. Where'd you learn to do that?"
"Everybody knows how to tickle here. I've been doing it my whole life. I love to tickle girls. Oh. I'm sorry...."
"I'm not a girl you know," said Barbara. "Do you ever tickle grown-ups?"
"Only when I was little. I'm sorry. You just looked so...so ticklish. I had to try."
"Well I think it's time you ran along. Okay? I won't tell your boss this time. But don't come over again. Alright?"
Pizza boy's eyes lit up. "Sure!" he said, rising and walking towards the door. Barbara reached to open the door and pizza boy started to look, but she stopped in the middle of the reach and slowly pulled her arm back. Pizza boy looked up to Barbara and hunched his shoulders. She smiled and the boy exited. She watched as he pulled at his pants while he walked.
*****
"I don't know if I'm gonna be able to take this town," said Jamie as she walked with Amy to the locker room.
"Oh, you'll like it after a while."
"Yeah, but I'm really too ticklish. I can't take it."
"It's awesome, isn't it," said Amy with a slight glimmer in her eyes. "I'm probably just as ticklish as you. More. But I've been tickled my whole life, especially by my brother."
"Yeah? Me too. Buddy always tickles me. Even before we moved here."
"Wow," said Amy genuinely interested, "and he's an outsider too."
"Outsider?" asked Jamie.
"Yeah. Somebody who lives on the outside. You know, like another town? Listen, Jamie, I'm gonna have to turn you on to some of the slang around here." Then Amy opened a closet with uniforms hanging. They were the same as Amy was wearing: a red & white, sleeveless, gingham mini-dress with cute ruffles around the armholes. Matching gingham ribbons hung from the hanger for the hair, and little, red, cotton socks with lace around the tops were also clipped to the hanger with a clothespin.
"Here's your uniform. I'm sure this is your size. Take it home and come back tomorrow, wearing it."
"What are some of the expressions, you know, slang?" asked Jamie, reaching up to unhook the hanger. Amy couldn't help but look right at Jamie's smooth underarms. She fought back a desire to tickle, then gave into it. With just the index finger extended, she poked at the tender ticklish skin.
"Aaaiiii!!!!", squealed Jamie as she pulled her arm back. "You too? I thought you were on my side."
"I'm sorry. I had to do it." Jamie's giggling made Amy giggle as well. Amy knew that they were going to be good friends.
"Let's see, slang," Amy began. "Well, you know when a guy grabs your ribs really hard and really tickles the @#%$ out of you?"
"Yeah?" Jamie knew, oh too well.
"That's called 'Shaking up'. Like, 'Man I really shook that babe up last night'."
Jamie was intrigued. "Sort of puts a new light on the song Whole Lottla Shakin' Goin On, eh?"
Amy laughed, then continued. "And, like when you meet a guy who likes to tickle a girl all over? We call them 'General Practitioners' or just 'GP's'. Guys who just go for the underarms or ribs or just feet are called 'Specialists'. "
"You mean there's guys who just like to tickle a girls' feet?' asked Jamie.
"Oh yes. We call them 'Pods'. They're all called 'T-Men'. Things like feathers and devices that tickle are called 'Tools'. And do you know about the Tickling Machine?"
"A Tickling ... Machine???" Jamie said in total shock.
"Oh yes. There's a place where guys can go and put a girl on this machine. They're strapped in and the guy has a remote and he can tickle her as much or anywhere he likes. The most beautiful women in town work there. It's an honor. Guys come in, Pods, Specialists, GP's; all kinds of T's, and they can pick a girl out of a book. The girls who work there take her and put her in the Tickling Machine."
"Have you ever been in it?" asked Jamie, shuttering at the thought.
"No, I haven't been honored yet. I'm not old enough. There's a big political move to get younger girls to go there."
"Where is this place?"
"Over at the Michaels Building."
Jamie's stomach turned over. "That's where my Dad works!"
Part Two
Jamie hesitated before opening the door to the Kittletown Diner. She pulled at her skirt and brushed the hair from her face, then turned and checked her make-up quickly in the reflection of the shiny metallic sides of the diner.
Jamie was a very pretty girl. In her old town she was much sought after by the boys in her graduating class. Now, in this new town, she wondered if she would gain the same popularity.
The diner was busy for a late afternoon. The heads of the patrons turned to see the stranger who entered. Jamie felt embarrassed. She saw that the heads of the women and girls turned back much quicker than the heads of the men and boys. She also observed that all the females wore sleeveless clothing of one sort or another. Normally, she wouldn't have noticed, this being a warm day, but now, in her new orientation, she noticed. Jamie's shoulders hunched up a bit, remembering the ticklish ordeal at the electrolysis place.
A bare-armed waitress, pretty and petite, walked up to her and noticed her embarrassment.
"You must be Jamie," the waitress said, smiling a warm smile.
"Yes," she answered relieved to find an ally.
"Come on in. I'll introduce you to Sid." The twok but I'm sure Sid's gonna like you. My name is Amy. If you need me just yell."
"Thanks, Amy," Jamie said to her new friend.
Jamie opened the door to Sid's office. She walked into the bright, messy room. There was Sid, a dark, overweight, plain-looking man behind a desk and on the phone. His face lit ip when he saw the girl and ended his conversation, hanging up quickly. Jamie stood in the middle of the floor holding her arms, scared. She ran her hands up and down the goosebumps on her bare arms.
"Jamie, Trina told me all about you. Come in." Jamie walked to the desk and stood there forcing a smile. "Sit down. I won't bite."
Jamie felt better. He was funny. There was an odd way that he moved but something about him made her feel that he was harmless. She relaxed and put her arms on the chair. Sid got up and circled behind her. She tensed again.
"Trina tells me that you're a very very ticklish girl. Is that true?"
"Yes, sir," Jamie said, practically beside herself It was going to be hard adjusting to this new submissiveness.
"What's with all this 'Sir'. Call me Sid." Sid stood behind her and looked at her soft arms flowing out of her white, sleeveless midriff top. He moved his head to see the soft ridges of her ribcage, revealed under the pulled cotton and the tight bow. Jamie crossed her legs.
Sid told Jamie to relax and she would soon get to love Kittletown. Jamie stayed silent. He reached down and gently took hold of both wrists and marveled at their soft, delicate quality. Then he lifted her hands over her head and placed them behind her head. Her elbows pointed up and out to either side and Sid looked at her two, newly electrolyzed, hairless armpits, practically drooling.
"I'm a real sucker for a smooth underarm," said Sid as he held the fingers of both hands with his left hand. Slowly, he moved his hand to her right elbow and rubbed the skin in small circles. Jamie tensed. Then he lifted his hand so just the fingertips touched her extremely smooth skin. He loved the feel of the extremely soft flesh. With the skill of an artist, he slowly ran and stroked his fingertips down the length of her sensitive upper arm coming close to her highly ticklish underarm.
Jamie wriggled and bit her lip. Her nerve-endings were going haywire. The big smile that was welling up on her lips was harder to hold in now. She attempted to gently pull her hands away but tried to remember that Sid had the legal right to tickle her this way. As his hand got closer to her underarm, she giggled in spite of her misgivings. The tickling sensations on her arm were unbearable. She strained to hold her arms up.
Finally, Sid slid his fingertips over the smooth, soft surface of Jamie's sensitive underarm and stopped to let his fingertips stroke like spiders' legs.
The effect was electrifying. Jamie pulled her hands away, giggling uncontrollably and pressed her arms tightly against her body, doubled over in giggles. The sensations were so strong that it felt as if Sid's fingers were still tickling her underarm.
"You are a ticklish one," Sid said in pure delight. With that, he reached down and wrapped his hands around her ribcage and started to tickle and probe the sensitive ridges. Half his fingers were on bare flesh and the other half were on the crisp, white cotton material of her sleeveless/midriff top.
Jamie, who was doubled over, instantly shot her body backwards and forced her elbows against his tickling and probing hands. Her head was thrown back and her hair swung so wildly backward that it flipped on top of Sid's head for a moment.
"Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha S-stop stop ittt !!!!!!!" she giggled. Sid persisted in tickling his way up and down her ribs. He settled on the lower ribs, grabbing like he possessed two, huge lobster claws, and Jamie screamed, trying to reel her body around but Sid held her position firmly as he tickled. He was good. But it was understandable since he had such vast experience. There hadn't been one new girl in all of Kittletown that hadn't been 'interviewed' for a job by Sid. He loved the young, ticklish girls.
Jamie reached her own hands up and grabbed Sid's hands. This was just what he wanted. He tickled wildly up her ribs towards her armpits. Since Jamie had a grip on his hands, the act of lifting his hands higher on her body caused her to lift her arms, exposing the soft, ticklish hollows of her armpits. When Sid's hands were close enough, he slid upward and into those hollows. His fingers stroked wildly as he explored every inch of Jamie's most ticklish spots.
She was screaming in hysterical laughter by now, in pitches so high they were squeeks, and her body lifted up off the chair and down to the floor, pinning Sid's hands in her armpits. Apparently unmoved by all this, Sid continued to probe his fingers, creating a very ticklish situation for the young, teenage girl. She was absolutely hysterical! Her mouth was open and she wriggled wildly but it was about 20 seconds before any sound came forth. When it did, it was a hoarse, laughing hysteria.
Finally, Jamie lurched her body forward and landed on her hands. She instantly spun around so that she could face her tickling attacker. Long strands of blond hair were pasted to her face. Sid just stood there and gazed at his lovely employee, bare shoulders moving up and down as she breathed. All Sid could say was, "You're hired.
*****
Buddy sat under the maple tree was his friend, Nick. They sat and ate their sandwiches and talked about the latest Nintendo games. Buddy was deep in thought about the events of the day so far. But one thought kept coming to his mind again and again: Miss Sherman. All he could think about was Miss Sherman raising her arms as she talked. He saw her smooth underarms and heard her say the word, 'tickle', again and again. He remembered the guys talking in the morning about how she was the most ticklish teacher in the whole school. Then he thought about that other pretty teacher he looked in on and wondered what her underarms looked like. He wondered if she was also very ticklish and also wondered if her ribs were ticklish as well, or her feet. Then, in his mind, he imagined the petite teacher tickling Miss Sherman and Miss Sherman laughing. He replayed it again and again, each time turning the tickler into one teacher and then another.
Nick broke the spell when he asked, "You wanna come over my house after school tomorrow?"
"Sure," Buddy said, memories of pretty, grown-up females being tickled still lingering.
"Cool."
*****
"Hi," the pizza boy said trying to peer through the screen door.
"Hi," said Barbara cautiously. "What are you doing here?"
"Can I come in for a second?" said the pizza boy, boldly.
A thousand thoughts ran through Barbara's head. Then she had to remember again that this was a town without crime. She relented and forced a smile.
"What can I do for you?" Barbara asked as she opened the door for him. She noticed that he stared at her outstretched arm which held the screen door open to allow him in. She saw his eyes run up her arm and into her armpit and felt a shiver he entered like an old friend.
"Huh? Oh. Your husband gave me too much change and I stopped by to give it back."
"But that was a tip."
"We're not allowed. I'd love it but I can't accept it. So here it is." The pizza boy started to hand her the change. Barbara reached out to take it but at the last moment the pizza boy lifted his hand higher up to make her reach for it.
Barbara was puzzled. The pizza boy stared at her exposed armpit. It was incredibly smooth and hairless, and word was already spreading quickly around town about how ticklish this new mother was.
Pizza boy didn't wait a second. He reached his other hand and ever so lightly, but quickly, stroked the sensitive skin.
Barbara instantly pulled her arm back with a, "Oh!!!". Then she looked at this boy of barely 14 years straight in the eyes. "Did you come over to pay me money or tickle me?"
Just the sound of this gorgeous woman saying the word, 'tickle' raised his passion. He stepped to her and stroked both of her arms from the shoulders down. Barbara hunched her shoulders and tried to be diplomatic.
"I didn't realize that the Tickle Law (again that word, he thought) allowed strangers to come into a home.
"It doesn't," he said, breaking out of his spell. "I can be fired for this. You won't tell my boss, will you. Please. I can't afford to be fired. I just had to tickle you. You're so beautiful."
Barbara was now flattered. "Well, that's very nice of you," she said revealing her radiant smile. "I won't tell your boss. But you have to run along now, okay?"
"Okay," he said as she walked him to the door. When they got to the screen he stopped deliberately and Barbara, unconsciously opened it, once again revealing her outstretched arm. This time, however, pizza boy turned to it and put all ten fingers of both hands into her right armpit and tickled the sensitive skin.
Barbara threw her hand back and, lifting her head, giggled the sweetest giggle he had ever heard.
"You little devil. Do you tickle all your customers like this?"
Pizza boy's passion was mounting. He was out of control.
"Only the beautiful ones, Mrs. Mayer," he said as he reached his hands up to grab her sensitive ribs.
"Oh! Oh! Don't! Ha ha ha ha," she said as she recoiled and twisted away. Pizza boy followed her, unable to control his rising passion. "Stop, stop tickling me. I'm...ha ha ha ha ...I'm telling....ha ha ha ha ...I'm telling your bossssss .. tee-hee hee hee hee !!!!!!"
It was too late. Pizza boy had backed her against a wall and his fingers stayed fixed on her sensitive ribcage, tickling deeper into the lower, ticklish areas, feeling the rib-ridges through the thin sundress. Barbara could only laugh. She was weak and backed against a wall. Her eyes were closed and she threw her head back and forth as she tried to pry his hands, failing because of the intensity of the tickling, and pulled her elbows into her sides harder. The boy grabbed her wrists and tried to pull them over her head. He was determined to get those underarms. Barbara fought with all her might. She managed to keep her arms down but her strength was waning and she was weak from laughing.
"Don't!!! Don't!!!" she pleaded, trying desperately to protect her underarms.
Then, pizza boy reached up and tickled the soft skin under her chin. She giggled and put both hands up to take his fingers away. This gave him the perfect opportunity to grab her hands. Pizza boy threw her hands up over her head against the smooth wallpaper. He held both hands tightly with his left and. With his right, he tickled down her smooth inner arms; shifting from her right to her left and back again. Barbara fought but it was a losing battle. The fight and the tickling made her so weak she could only laugh and try to fall to the floor.
The boy prevented that but loved how her sagging body made a more available target. It stretched the armpit so that more skin appeared into the armholes of her sleeveless sundress. He quickly tickled down to her underarm and wisped his fingertips, spider-fashion, over the extremely smooth and ticklish skin. Barbara screamed and it renewed her strength. She was very VERY ticklish under her arms and couldn't take it. The memory at the electrolysist was too recent in her mind.
Pizza boy shifted to the other underarm and tickled devilishly. Barbara saw a face that was filled with evil delight and sexual passion.
"Ha ha ha ha !!!!! I can't...I can't take it anymore...Hahahaha...I can't take it!!!! Please stop!!!! Tee-hee hee hee hee hee Aahhhahahahaha!!!!! I'll do...heeheehahaha...I'll do anything!!!!!!"
Pizza boy was about to pop his cookies. He tickled savagely, delighting in her pleading and twisting and, especially, her laughter. It was sweet and girlish, although she was obviously a mature woman. He loved hearing it so he tickled and tickled and tickled her underarms, occasionally grabbing a ribcage and hearing the resulting, "Eeek!"
Finally, pizza boy's passion mounted, followed by relief and slowed the tickling down to a few soft strokes. Barbara was still laughing when her hands were released and she lowered her arms, rubbing the tickling sensations from her tickled underarms.
Embarrassed, the pizza boy shrank back and shivered when he thought that he might be fired because of it. Barbara had not realized what had happened. It all ended so quickly and she was glad to be released from the tickling.
Then she noticed a small stain on his pants and understood his embarrassment. She knew that he never meant to rape or hurt her. He tickled her. But the result was that he had an orgasm from it. She suddenly felt compassion for him and walked over to the boy who was now sitting on her couch, head lowered.
"You're a very nice boy," she said stroking his head. He looked up. "But a very bad one too. You can't tickle people like that in their own homes. I'm new but I know that much."
"I'm s-sorry," he said lowering his head.
"You really know how to tickle. Where'd you learn to do that?"
"Everybody knows how to tickle here. I've been doing it my whole life. I love to tickle girls. Oh. I'm sorry...."
"I'm not a girl you know," said Barbara. "Do you ever tickle grown-ups?"
"Only when I was little. I'm sorry. You just looked so...so ticklish. I had to try."
"Well I think it's time you ran along. Okay? I won't tell your boss this time. But don't come over again. Alright?"
Pizza boy's eyes lit up. "Sure!" he said, rising and walking towards the door. Barbara reached to open the door and pizza boy started to look, but she stopped in the middle of the reach and slowly pulled her arm back. Pizza boy looked up to Barbara and hunched his shoulders. She smiled and the boy exited. She watched as he pulled at his pants while he walked.
*****
"I don't know if I'm gonna be able to take this town," said Jamie as she walked with Amy to the locker room.
"Oh, you'll like it after a while."
"Yeah, but I'm really too ticklish. I can't take it."
"It's awesome, isn't it," said Amy with a slight glimmer in her eyes. "I'm probably just as ticklish as you. More. But I've been tickled my whole life, especially by my brother."
"Yeah? Me too. Buddy always tickles me. Even before we moved here."
"Wow," said Amy genuinely interested, "and he's an outsider too."
"Outsider?" asked Jamie.
"Yeah. Somebody who lives on the outside. You know, like another town? Listen, Jamie, I'm gonna have to turn you on to some of the slang around here." Then Amy opened a closet with uniforms hanging. They were the same as Amy was wearing: a red & white, sleeveless, gingham mini-dress with cute ruffles around the armholes. Matching gingham ribbons hung from the hanger for the hair, and little, red, cotton socks with lace around the tops were also clipped to the hanger with a clothespin.
"Here's your uniform. I'm sure this is your size. Take it home and come back tomorrow, wearing it."
"What are some of the expressions, you know, slang?" asked Jamie, reaching up to unhook the hanger. Amy couldn't help but look right at Jamie's smooth underarms. She fought back a desire to tickle, then gave into it. With just the index finger extended, she poked at the tender ticklish skin.
"Aaaiiii!!!!", squealed Jamie as she pulled her arm back. "You too? I thought you were on my side."
"I'm sorry. I had to do it." Jamie's giggling made Amy giggle as well. Amy knew that they were going to be good friends.
"Let's see, slang," Amy began. "Well, you know when a guy grabs your ribs really hard and really tickles the @#%$ out of you?"
"Yeah?" Jamie knew, oh too well.
"That's called 'Shaking up'. Like, 'Man I really shook that babe up last night'."
Jamie was intrigued. "Sort of puts a new light on the song Whole Lottla Shakin' Goin On, eh?"
Amy laughed, then continued. "And, like when you meet a guy who likes to tickle a girl all over? We call them 'General Practitioners' or just 'GP's'. Guys who just go for the underarms or ribs or just feet are called 'Specialists'. "
"You mean there's guys who just like to tickle a girls' feet?' asked Jamie.
"Oh yes. We call them 'Pods'. They're all called 'T-Men'. Things like feathers and devices that tickle are called 'Tools'. And do you know about the Tickling Machine?"
"A Tickling ... Machine???" Jamie said in total shock.
"Oh yes. There's a place where guys can go and put a girl on this machine. They're strapped in and the guy has a remote and he can tickle her as much or anywhere he likes. The most beautiful women in town work there. It's an honor. Guys come in, Pods, Specialists, GP's; all kinds of T's, and they can pick a girl out of a book. The girls who work there take her and put her in the Tickling Machine."
"Have you ever been in it?" asked Jamie, shuttering at the thought.
"No, I haven't been honored yet. I'm not old enough. There's a big political move to get younger girls to go there."
"Where is this place?"
"Over at the Michaels Building."
Jamie's stomach turned over. "That's where my Dad works!"
