KITTLETOWN THREE
by Max Speer
Chapter Twelve - Part Two
Lori began to recount the story of arriving early to surprise Ed, her husband. She ranted on and on to this stranger about how odd the town seemed. The stranger just smiled and listened, and she felt comfortable enough to purge her petty annoyances without feeling embarrassed.
The whole time that she spoke, the stranger was staring at her bare arms and down her body to her legs whih she crossed self consciously. As she shifted her legs, he tried to catch a glimpse of her feet through her sandals. He was pleased that they were smooth looking and tried to figure out when he would tickle.
Lori's mouth moved as she spoke incessantly but he didn't hear a word. Finally, she leaned back and sat quietly.
"I'm sorry, all I did was bend your ear. What is it that you do?"
"I manage a dress shop."
"You do? Where? I'd love to see it."
"You will. This town is pretty small. You know, I think we sell that dress that you're wearing." Of course it was complete bullshit. He was plotting a course.
"Oh, I got this thing right before I flew out here; to surprise Ed. Do you think he'll like it?"
"I'm sure he will. Tell me, can I see the label? I want to know whether it is the same design that I carry."
"Okay, I guess. Which label? Where is it?"
"It's actually right by the armhole."
"Really?" Lori lifted her left arm which was closest to the stranger to look.
The stranger gently took her wrist. "You mind?" He said. Lori shook her head. Then he placed it on the back of the bench so that she was leaning back and her arm was up.
"Now the label is usually right here," he said lifting the material of the armhole into his fingers right against her armpit. He noticed her tighten up and knew that she would be a great tickle. As he felt the armhole material, he purposely let his knuckle brush against her armpit. She flinched and let out a stifled squeak.
"What's the matter?" he asked knowingly.
"Nothing," Lori said biting her lip.
"Oh, I see. Are you ticklish?" As he said the word, he strummed his fingers over the soft flesh of her armpit.
"Yes!!!!!" Lori said with a giggle as she threw her arm down and twisted away from his fingers.
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," he said.
"It seems that I've been tickled more than once today. I'm never tickled, and here it is, twice in one day."
"Here, let me lift your arm up again. I'll be good."
Lori foolishly let the stranger lift her bare arm up and back onto the bench. Then he reached for the label again, which wasn't there, of course.
Lori tried to bite her lip and not feel the ticklish probing. She looked around and saw kids playing. Then she noticed that the boys had ganged up on some girls and were tickling them into hysterics.
She turned to the stranger and was about to comment when she felt the tickling. She tried to pull her hand down but found it cuffed to the bench. When she reached to grab his fingers away he grabbed her other wrist and lifted it, rising to his feet. In a flash, he had bound her other wrist in a way that her other arm was extended out to the other side. Now, she sat there as if crucified.
"What are you doing?" Lori said in a panic.
The man didn't answer. Instead he whistled and the kids who were playing and tickling looked up.
"C'mon," he yelled, waving his hand. "We got an Outsider !"
The giggling kids, boys and girls all ran to Lori as she gasped and panicked, too frightened and surprised to scream. After all, this was a public park. Where were the police?
"Get her," the man commanded, and the children giggled as they got up on the bench and started tickling Lori Lansing's smooth, extremely ticklish underarms with their little, but skillful fingers.
Lori screamed and panicked. The tickling was most intense and she alternated between screaming in laughter and begging for mercy. The kids giggled and just kept their little fingers wriggling on her armpits, fighting occasionally for surface space.
A few kids went behind her and put their hands through the slats of the bench, tickling her sensitive ribs and waist before crawling up the torturous path to her smooth, sensitive armpits again. Then a couple of kids began to probe her soft belly, feeling for her belly button. Lori was screaming.
While she fought, growing weaker by each moment, the Stranger had lashed her ankles to the legs of the bench and some of the kids abandoned her upper body to get a tickle in to her feet. They removed the straps of her sandals and threw them aside. Then, their little fingers scratched the bottoms of her soft, sensitive soles causing Lori to squeal to higher pitched laughter. Never, had she been tickled so intensely. More and more kids began to join in the fun, so that it was hard to even see a woman under the swarm of tickling youngsters.
Her laughter attracted passerbys who would either acknowledge the event and move on, or reach down to sneak in a quick grab or poke.
Finally, an authoritative voice stopped the tickling.
"What's going on here?"
Lori opened her eyes, moist with tears and looked at the blue uniform.
"Thank God, officer," she said, trying to catch her breath. "I'm from out of town and I have been accosted by these children and this horrible man. Thank goodness you're here."
"You say, you're from out of town?" the officer said.
"Why, yes, I am, California." Lori was taken aback for a moment at the way the officer seemed not to hear that she had been a victim of a terrible crime.
"California," he said. "They make'im pretty ticklish out there, don't they?"
"What?"
"I said, they're pretty ticklish in California."
"Wha....I..." Lori had no time to be dumbfounded. The policeman bent down to tickle her exposed armpits with his fingers causing her to squeal with laughter. She screamed, squealed, coughed and begged all at once while the officer tickled her, chuckling and stating his approval of this California import.
The children giggled and began tickling her again: over her neck and sides; up and down her smooth arms; even the palms of her hands. Several squatted down again and fought for ticklish space on her highly sensitive soles.
"Welcome to Kittletown," the policeman said, laughing as he and the others tickled her into an hysterical frenzy.
* * *
"Where did you find these ?" asked Steve as he peered down at the cowering girls in the back seat.
"Oh wait'll you hear this," Ted said as Rick drove and craned his neck to hear.
"Please," Jamie pleaded. "Let us go."
"Yeah, we're sorry," Amy added.
Ignoring the girls, Ted continued. "These babes are from out of town and they are REAL ticklish. That brunette back there is Amy, and her cute blond friend is Jamie."
"Jamie and Amy!" the boys sang as the red convertable screamed down the long road.
"And this Amy, here, was cock-teasin' me, all get up. She said her girlfriend can come just from bein' tickled."
The boys all nearly lost control. They hooped and howled.
"What about Amy?" asked Steve. "Can she come from bein' tickled, too?"
"I don't know, " Ted continued with a laugh, "But we're sure as hell gonna find out!"
The car raised dusty smoke as it clanked into the dirt driveway of an old farm. They drove slowly, crunching small rocks and small branches, until they came to a barn. Ted and Rick jumped out of the car and opened the barn door carefully. It was old and empty except for stale piles of hay.
Then Ted spied what he was looking for. Attached to the walls were a series of iron loops to hold the reins of horses. They were perfect, because they were about six feet apart from each other; just the right amount of spacing to accompany two outstretched arms.
The girls were pulled out of the car as they whimpered and made promises that fell on deaf ears. The boys had a mission.
When they all gathered in the barn, Ted went around and grabbed the thin belts off of his friends.
His pants were tight with excitement as her lashed the belts around each wrist and positioned the girls against the wall.
"Please don't do this," Jamie pleaded.
"Just wanna see if I can make you come," Ted said as the boys lifted the girls' bare arms out to each side and attached the ends of the belts to the iron rings.
Amy started to kick and some dust and hay hit Sam in the face. He covered up and cried out.
"You bitch," he said rubbing his eyes.
Ted looked deep into Amy's blue eyes.
"You're gonna regret that," he said as he took an old length of rope that hung on another iron ring and tied her legs together at the ankles. Then he did the same to Jamie's legs.
"Boys," he said with mock revere. "These girls have proposed a challenge to us. They say that they can come just by being tickled. Let's see if they're right."
The boys smiled as they approached Amy and Jamie. The girls tried to beg and plead but it only fired them up. Amy knew that look. She grew up in a town where that look was on every man's face. But why this town?
Of course, they all drink the water!
Ted stood so close to Jamie that she had to turn her head so that he wasn't breathing in her face. Then, he pushed his crotch against hers and this made her sob. But then, the tickling began and it was all different.
He began by grabbing her ribs; a little too rough at first, but enough to cause her to shriek and pull at her binds. She closed her eyes and laughed as his fingers tickled up her rib cage and down to her waist. He felt the smooth surface of her bare midriff and tickled across to her her belly.
Sam stood back and watched. Then he walked up to Amy.
"Sam," Amy said sweetly as Jamie screamed in laughter. "It's me, Amy. You know I didn't mean anything. I was just kidding. Weren't I nice to you in the Diner..........". She never had a chance to finish her sentence. Sam had began wriggling his fingers on her ribs and she squealed in laughter. Again, Sam was also a little rough but he managed to get his point across well enough. She wriggled and squirmed trying to avoid those hands that tickled so much.
The other boys just stood back and laughed. It was a turn on to see these cute teasers get tickled this way. But they also worried that this might be rape or something illegal.
Jamie squealed and wriggled as Ted ground his crotch against hers, tickling her sides and belly all the time. Then, he let his fingers tickle up the cottony material of her shirt until he hit skin at the armholes. As soon as his fingers found the soft skin of her underarms, Jamie practically broke the binds. She screamed and her giggles grew louder and higher in pitch. She threw her head back and forth. This was a major turn on and Ted felt like tearing off her pants and raping her right there. He had never felt anything like it. His fingers played in the softness of her armpits as she squealed and begged and laughed hysterically; her long, blonde hair whipping his face as she threw her head from side to side.
Ted knew that he had to adjust the touch and ease up. He was getting turned on just feeling the extreme smoothness of Jamie's ticklish underarms and marveled how they were as smooth as a girl's tit.
"Hey Sam," he said. "Get her up in her underarmpits."
Sam stopped tickling her waist and tried up into Amy's smooth armpits. The poor girl screamed and laughed so hard that, at first, no sound came out of her mouth. Sam stepped back and laughed. "Get a load of this," he said to Ted.
Ted chuckled and reached over to tickle Amy's armpit. She shook her head and shook her shoulder, trying to shake his fingers out of there.
Then, another strange turn of events occurred. Ted looked back at Jamie's face and she had a broad smile that he could only describe as a woman in love. Her eyes were half closed and she giggled seductively now.
She was indeed turned on, but not only from Ted tickling her armpits and grinding his crotch against her. It was seeing Amy being tickled the same way that put her in sexual orbit.
Steve and Rick walked over and began tickling up their soft, bare legs, only to reach those ticklish feet.
"Man, she's really smooth here," Steve said.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle," Rick said as he inserted a single finger into Amy's sandal and then turned to tickle under Jamie's sandal as well. They felt the warm, moist soles and scratched. The girls' reaction was to jerk their legs up, but then they put them down again as if they wanted more.
Ted's grinding intensified as did Jamie's. He tickled furious on her soft underarms, occasionally tickling down to her ribs and waist, but back to her underarms again.
Sam did the same with Amy, aided by Steve and Rick's feet tickling.
Jamie was the first to cry out, then, not five seconds later, Amy did as well. They were have orgasms.
Sam and Ted stopped and stood back for a moment.
"No," Jamie cried out, "Don't stop!"
The boys went back to tickling the girls as wave after wave of pleasure went from their underarms and feet to their clitoris'.
Rick and Steve were speechless, as were Sam and Ted. But Ted continued to grind until he, too, came in his pants.
There was a moment of embarrassment and Ted walked outside. The girl's looked as if they had fainted.
Sam looked down at Amy as he reached up to untie her. She whipped her head up and hair clung to the front of her face. She smiled and Sam chuckled.
"Told ya," she said.
Sam reached up and began to tickle her left armpit.
"No no no no nooo," she pleaded quickly. "I'm too ticklish after I come."
Rick and Steve untied Jamie and she needed help to stand. They let her lie down on a pile of hay, and Amy followed suit.
The two gorgeous girl lied on their backs, arms over their heads as their rib cages swelled and dropped with each breath. They were exhausted!
Ted came in and sat down on the hay next to Jamie, admiring her incredible body. He stared at her bare armpit, stretched as she lay there. He felt a strange stirring and realized that he was getting turned on again.
So quick?
Ted picked up a piece of straw and slowly slid it across the surface of her smooth armpit, right over that ticklish mound.
"Oooh!!" Jamie squeaked, and threw that arm down.
She turned over into a fetal position, cuddling up near him and cooed, "Don't tickle me anymore. I'm too ticklish."
Then he reached around and inserted the straw tip into the crack behind her arm. She giggled and threw her arm back. "Stop it!" she laughed.
Amy turned over and lied with her front against Jamie's back. Then she whispered in her ear. "We gotta get back, sweetie. I have to get my car home."
"Oh okay," Jamie said with a moan. But there was something else that Jamie was feeling. It was strong and it was electrifying. It wasn't for Ted or Sam or the others. It was for Amy and her warm breasts pushing against her back; the sweet scent of her breath, her sexy laugh when tickled.
Amy felt it too as she sniffed the perfume of Jamie's hair and whispered in the ear that she would have loved to bite and suckle. She could easily have grabbed Jamie's ribs and tickled her into another sexual frenzy. Only this time, it would be Amy who would be grinding her crotch against Jamie. As Amy held onto Jamie's back, she let her hand wander to Jamie's breast. Once there, she began to play and felt Jamie's nipple harden.
Things were changing in those girls' lives. Was it that they were maturing? Maybe it was just the water.
by Max Speer
Chapter Twelve - Part Two
Lori began to recount the story of arriving early to surprise Ed, her husband. She ranted on and on to this stranger about how odd the town seemed. The stranger just smiled and listened, and she felt comfortable enough to purge her petty annoyances without feeling embarrassed.
The whole time that she spoke, the stranger was staring at her bare arms and down her body to her legs whih she crossed self consciously. As she shifted her legs, he tried to catch a glimpse of her feet through her sandals. He was pleased that they were smooth looking and tried to figure out when he would tickle.
Lori's mouth moved as she spoke incessantly but he didn't hear a word. Finally, she leaned back and sat quietly.
"I'm sorry, all I did was bend your ear. What is it that you do?"
"I manage a dress shop."
"You do? Where? I'd love to see it."
"You will. This town is pretty small. You know, I think we sell that dress that you're wearing." Of course it was complete bullshit. He was plotting a course.
"Oh, I got this thing right before I flew out here; to surprise Ed. Do you think he'll like it?"
"I'm sure he will. Tell me, can I see the label? I want to know whether it is the same design that I carry."
"Okay, I guess. Which label? Where is it?"
"It's actually right by the armhole."
"Really?" Lori lifted her left arm which was closest to the stranger to look.
The stranger gently took her wrist. "You mind?" He said. Lori shook her head. Then he placed it on the back of the bench so that she was leaning back and her arm was up.
"Now the label is usually right here," he said lifting the material of the armhole into his fingers right against her armpit. He noticed her tighten up and knew that she would be a great tickle. As he felt the armhole material, he purposely let his knuckle brush against her armpit. She flinched and let out a stifled squeak.
"What's the matter?" he asked knowingly.
"Nothing," Lori said biting her lip.
"Oh, I see. Are you ticklish?" As he said the word, he strummed his fingers over the soft flesh of her armpit.
"Yes!!!!!" Lori said with a giggle as she threw her arm down and twisted away from his fingers.
"I'm sorry, I won't do it again," he said.
"It seems that I've been tickled more than once today. I'm never tickled, and here it is, twice in one day."
"Here, let me lift your arm up again. I'll be good."
Lori foolishly let the stranger lift her bare arm up and back onto the bench. Then he reached for the label again, which wasn't there, of course.
Lori tried to bite her lip and not feel the ticklish probing. She looked around and saw kids playing. Then she noticed that the boys had ganged up on some girls and were tickling them into hysterics.
She turned to the stranger and was about to comment when she felt the tickling. She tried to pull her hand down but found it cuffed to the bench. When she reached to grab his fingers away he grabbed her other wrist and lifted it, rising to his feet. In a flash, he had bound her other wrist in a way that her other arm was extended out to the other side. Now, she sat there as if crucified.
"What are you doing?" Lori said in a panic.
The man didn't answer. Instead he whistled and the kids who were playing and tickling looked up.
"C'mon," he yelled, waving his hand. "We got an Outsider !"
The giggling kids, boys and girls all ran to Lori as she gasped and panicked, too frightened and surprised to scream. After all, this was a public park. Where were the police?
"Get her," the man commanded, and the children giggled as they got up on the bench and started tickling Lori Lansing's smooth, extremely ticklish underarms with their little, but skillful fingers.
Lori screamed and panicked. The tickling was most intense and she alternated between screaming in laughter and begging for mercy. The kids giggled and just kept their little fingers wriggling on her armpits, fighting occasionally for surface space.
A few kids went behind her and put their hands through the slats of the bench, tickling her sensitive ribs and waist before crawling up the torturous path to her smooth, sensitive armpits again. Then a couple of kids began to probe her soft belly, feeling for her belly button. Lori was screaming.
While she fought, growing weaker by each moment, the Stranger had lashed her ankles to the legs of the bench and some of the kids abandoned her upper body to get a tickle in to her feet. They removed the straps of her sandals and threw them aside. Then, their little fingers scratched the bottoms of her soft, sensitive soles causing Lori to squeal to higher pitched laughter. Never, had she been tickled so intensely. More and more kids began to join in the fun, so that it was hard to even see a woman under the swarm of tickling youngsters.
Her laughter attracted passerbys who would either acknowledge the event and move on, or reach down to sneak in a quick grab or poke.
Finally, an authoritative voice stopped the tickling.
"What's going on here?"
Lori opened her eyes, moist with tears and looked at the blue uniform.
"Thank God, officer," she said, trying to catch her breath. "I'm from out of town and I have been accosted by these children and this horrible man. Thank goodness you're here."
"You say, you're from out of town?" the officer said.
"Why, yes, I am, California." Lori was taken aback for a moment at the way the officer seemed not to hear that she had been a victim of a terrible crime.
"California," he said. "They make'im pretty ticklish out there, don't they?"
"What?"
"I said, they're pretty ticklish in California."
"Wha....I..." Lori had no time to be dumbfounded. The policeman bent down to tickle her exposed armpits with his fingers causing her to squeal with laughter. She screamed, squealed, coughed and begged all at once while the officer tickled her, chuckling and stating his approval of this California import.
The children giggled and began tickling her again: over her neck and sides; up and down her smooth arms; even the palms of her hands. Several squatted down again and fought for ticklish space on her highly sensitive soles.
"Welcome to Kittletown," the policeman said, laughing as he and the others tickled her into an hysterical frenzy.
* * *
"Where did you find these ?" asked Steve as he peered down at the cowering girls in the back seat.
"Oh wait'll you hear this," Ted said as Rick drove and craned his neck to hear.
"Please," Jamie pleaded. "Let us go."
"Yeah, we're sorry," Amy added.
Ignoring the girls, Ted continued. "These babes are from out of town and they are REAL ticklish. That brunette back there is Amy, and her cute blond friend is Jamie."
"Jamie and Amy!" the boys sang as the red convertable screamed down the long road.
"And this Amy, here, was cock-teasin' me, all get up. She said her girlfriend can come just from bein' tickled."
The boys all nearly lost control. They hooped and howled.
"What about Amy?" asked Steve. "Can she come from bein' tickled, too?"
"I don't know, " Ted continued with a laugh, "But we're sure as hell gonna find out!"
The car raised dusty smoke as it clanked into the dirt driveway of an old farm. They drove slowly, crunching small rocks and small branches, until they came to a barn. Ted and Rick jumped out of the car and opened the barn door carefully. It was old and empty except for stale piles of hay.
Then Ted spied what he was looking for. Attached to the walls were a series of iron loops to hold the reins of horses. They were perfect, because they were about six feet apart from each other; just the right amount of spacing to accompany two outstretched arms.
The girls were pulled out of the car as they whimpered and made promises that fell on deaf ears. The boys had a mission.
When they all gathered in the barn, Ted went around and grabbed the thin belts off of his friends.
His pants were tight with excitement as her lashed the belts around each wrist and positioned the girls against the wall.
"Please don't do this," Jamie pleaded.
"Just wanna see if I can make you come," Ted said as the boys lifted the girls' bare arms out to each side and attached the ends of the belts to the iron rings.
Amy started to kick and some dust and hay hit Sam in the face. He covered up and cried out.
"You bitch," he said rubbing his eyes.
Ted looked deep into Amy's blue eyes.
"You're gonna regret that," he said as he took an old length of rope that hung on another iron ring and tied her legs together at the ankles. Then he did the same to Jamie's legs.
"Boys," he said with mock revere. "These girls have proposed a challenge to us. They say that they can come just by being tickled. Let's see if they're right."
The boys smiled as they approached Amy and Jamie. The girls tried to beg and plead but it only fired them up. Amy knew that look. She grew up in a town where that look was on every man's face. But why this town?
Of course, they all drink the water!
Ted stood so close to Jamie that she had to turn her head so that he wasn't breathing in her face. Then, he pushed his crotch against hers and this made her sob. But then, the tickling began and it was all different.
He began by grabbing her ribs; a little too rough at first, but enough to cause her to shriek and pull at her binds. She closed her eyes and laughed as his fingers tickled up her rib cage and down to her waist. He felt the smooth surface of her bare midriff and tickled across to her her belly.
Sam stood back and watched. Then he walked up to Amy.
"Sam," Amy said sweetly as Jamie screamed in laughter. "It's me, Amy. You know I didn't mean anything. I was just kidding. Weren't I nice to you in the Diner..........". She never had a chance to finish her sentence. Sam had began wriggling his fingers on her ribs and she squealed in laughter. Again, Sam was also a little rough but he managed to get his point across well enough. She wriggled and squirmed trying to avoid those hands that tickled so much.
The other boys just stood back and laughed. It was a turn on to see these cute teasers get tickled this way. But they also worried that this might be rape or something illegal.
Jamie squealed and wriggled as Ted ground his crotch against hers, tickling her sides and belly all the time. Then, he let his fingers tickle up the cottony material of her shirt until he hit skin at the armholes. As soon as his fingers found the soft skin of her underarms, Jamie practically broke the binds. She screamed and her giggles grew louder and higher in pitch. She threw her head back and forth. This was a major turn on and Ted felt like tearing off her pants and raping her right there. He had never felt anything like it. His fingers played in the softness of her armpits as she squealed and begged and laughed hysterically; her long, blonde hair whipping his face as she threw her head from side to side.
Ted knew that he had to adjust the touch and ease up. He was getting turned on just feeling the extreme smoothness of Jamie's ticklish underarms and marveled how they were as smooth as a girl's tit.
"Hey Sam," he said. "Get her up in her underarmpits."
Sam stopped tickling her waist and tried up into Amy's smooth armpits. The poor girl screamed and laughed so hard that, at first, no sound came out of her mouth. Sam stepped back and laughed. "Get a load of this," he said to Ted.
Ted chuckled and reached over to tickle Amy's armpit. She shook her head and shook her shoulder, trying to shake his fingers out of there.
Then, another strange turn of events occurred. Ted looked back at Jamie's face and she had a broad smile that he could only describe as a woman in love. Her eyes were half closed and she giggled seductively now.
She was indeed turned on, but not only from Ted tickling her armpits and grinding his crotch against her. It was seeing Amy being tickled the same way that put her in sexual orbit.
Steve and Rick walked over and began tickling up their soft, bare legs, only to reach those ticklish feet.
"Man, she's really smooth here," Steve said.
"Tickle tickle tickle tickle," Rick said as he inserted a single finger into Amy's sandal and then turned to tickle under Jamie's sandal as well. They felt the warm, moist soles and scratched. The girls' reaction was to jerk their legs up, but then they put them down again as if they wanted more.
Ted's grinding intensified as did Jamie's. He tickled furious on her soft underarms, occasionally tickling down to her ribs and waist, but back to her underarms again.
Sam did the same with Amy, aided by Steve and Rick's feet tickling.
Jamie was the first to cry out, then, not five seconds later, Amy did as well. They were have orgasms.
Sam and Ted stopped and stood back for a moment.
"No," Jamie cried out, "Don't stop!"
The boys went back to tickling the girls as wave after wave of pleasure went from their underarms and feet to their clitoris'.
Rick and Steve were speechless, as were Sam and Ted. But Ted continued to grind until he, too, came in his pants.
There was a moment of embarrassment and Ted walked outside. The girl's looked as if they had fainted.
Sam looked down at Amy as he reached up to untie her. She whipped her head up and hair clung to the front of her face. She smiled and Sam chuckled.
"Told ya," she said.
Sam reached up and began to tickle her left armpit.
"No no no no nooo," she pleaded quickly. "I'm too ticklish after I come."
Rick and Steve untied Jamie and she needed help to stand. They let her lie down on a pile of hay, and Amy followed suit.
The two gorgeous girl lied on their backs, arms over their heads as their rib cages swelled and dropped with each breath. They were exhausted!
Ted came in and sat down on the hay next to Jamie, admiring her incredible body. He stared at her bare armpit, stretched as she lay there. He felt a strange stirring and realized that he was getting turned on again.
So quick?
Ted picked up a piece of straw and slowly slid it across the surface of her smooth armpit, right over that ticklish mound.
"Oooh!!" Jamie squeaked, and threw that arm down.
She turned over into a fetal position, cuddling up near him and cooed, "Don't tickle me anymore. I'm too ticklish."
Then he reached around and inserted the straw tip into the crack behind her arm. She giggled and threw her arm back. "Stop it!" she laughed.
Amy turned over and lied with her front against Jamie's back. Then she whispered in her ear. "We gotta get back, sweetie. I have to get my car home."
"Oh okay," Jamie said with a moan. But there was something else that Jamie was feeling. It was strong and it was electrifying. It wasn't for Ted or Sam or the others. It was for Amy and her warm breasts pushing against her back; the sweet scent of her breath, her sexy laugh when tickled.
Amy felt it too as she sniffed the perfume of Jamie's hair and whispered in the ear that she would have loved to bite and suckle. She could easily have grabbed Jamie's ribs and tickled her into another sexual frenzy. Only this time, it would be Amy who would be grinding her crotch against Jamie. As Amy held onto Jamie's back, she let her hand wander to Jamie's breast. Once there, she began to play and felt Jamie's nipple harden.
Things were changing in those girls' lives. Was it that they were maturing? Maybe it was just the water.
