Ticklemang
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All characters are 18+ and in college
Sarah stood in the kitchen, her arms crossed as she faced her son Scott across the breakfast table. He was packing his duffel bag for some weekend travel, looking more like the college student he was with each hurried shove of clothes. "Listen, Scott," she said firmly, her voice carrying that professor's edge she used in lectures. "I've reached out to the parents of that ringleader asshole who's been bullying you, Jake, and set up a meeting with him today to sort this out."
Scott paused, his cheeks flushing red. He avoided her eyes, zipping the bag with unnecessary force. "Mom, you don't need to do that. Seriously. It's not a big deal, and you're busy anyway. Don't take time out of your day for this."
Scott’s time at college hasn’t been the best so far. His mom taught at the local state school he was attending, and since he lived at home, she was privy to all his tribulations on campus.
She waved off his protest with a sharp gesture. "Don’t worry about it. I have the day off from the university because of the holiday, and it's a long weekend anyway. Plenty of time. Besides, you won't even have to be here. You're heading out of town for the weekend, so just focus on that."
He sighed, slinging the bag over his shoulder. Her headstrong nature left little room for argument, and he knew from experience that once she made up her mind, it was set in stone. "Fine. But be safe, okay? And don't expect anything to change. He’s a total jerk."
Sarah nodded, her expression softening just a fraction as she watched him head for the door. "I can handle jerks. Have fun and text me when you get there."
With Scott gone, the house felt quieter. Her husband Mark, the part time freelance graphic designer, was out working at a client's office today. He would not be home until later, a bit into her meeting with Jake. She grabbed her keys and headed out for some errands. A quick stop at the grocery store for essentials, then the dry cleaners to pick up her blouses. Finally, she treated herself to a pedicure at her usual salon, sinking into the chair with a sigh of relief. The technician did her work well, smoothing her soles and painting her toes a deep crimson. Sarah admired the results afterward, snapping a photo and texted it to her husband: "Like what you see?"
His reply came shortly after: "Super sexy! Wonder how ticklish they might be now..."
She rolled her eyes, typing back: "Don't you even think about it. You know that's not allowed."
A crying emoji popped up from him, followed by: "I know babe."
Sarah smiled to herself as she continued the conversation: "My new regular’s been impressing me. She's never tickles them, finally I found someone I like."
As the afternoon wore on, Sarah returned home. As the meeting time with Jake approached, she found herself slightly nervous about the discussion. Her own steadfast personality did not mix well with aggressive ones, and According to her son, Jake was not only aggressive but could be cruel too. In preparation and to loosen herself up a bit, she poured a glass of wine to sip. A few minutes later, once finished and against her better judgment, she went ahead and had another. Feeling a little buzz, she felt well prepped for Jake's arrival. Shortly after, she heard the doorbell ring.
Sarah took a steadying breath before turning the knob and pulling the door open. There stood Jake, taller than she had imagined, his muscular build filling the doorway as he loomed over her smaller frame. He held out two bottles of red wine with a casual smile. "Hey, Mrs. Thompson. Thanks for having me over. My dad gave me these. Said they’re one of his favorites. I figured it might help break the ice while we talk."
The politeness caught her off guard, especially coming from someone who her son had described as a cruel bully. His good looks did not help either, with that confident jawline and easy grin disarming her initial sternness. She hesitated for just a moment before accepting the bottle. “Are you old enough to drink these? I don’t think I’d be comfortable serving to a minor,” she questioned, raising an eyebrow at his offer.
Laughing, he replied “I’m 21, did you forget how old juniors are? Do you want to see some ID or something?”
"Well, that's thoughtful. Thank you, Jake. Come on in."
She led him into the living room, where the afternoon light filtered through the curtains onto the plush couches and coffee table. Jake settled into one of the armchairs, looking relaxed as he glanced around the room. Sarah excused herself briefly to the kitchen, retrieving two wine glasses from the cabinet. When she returned, she set them down on the table and watched as he took the bottle, his muscular arms flexing noticeably under his shirt sleeves while he worked the cork out with a smooth twist.
He poured a generous amount into each glass, the deep red liquid swirling as he handed one to her. "Here you go. So, about your son..."
Sarah accepted the glass from Jake, his fingers brushing her’s briefly as she took it. She sat down on the couch across from him, straightening her posture with the authoritative air she reserved for unruly students in her lectures. The wine from earlier was already warming her veins, but she pushed that aside, determined to handle this like the no-nonsense professor she was. "Thank you for the wine, Jake. But let's get straight to it. My son Scott has been coming home upset more often than not, and from what he's told me, you're the one leading the charge in making his life miserable at school. The teasing, the exclusion, the outright cruelty… it stops today. I didn't invite you here for pleasantries; I want assurances that you'll leave him alone."
Jake leaned back in the armchair, his expression calm and almost apologetic as he took a small sip from his glass. He set it down carefully, meeting her eyes with a steady gaze that seemed surprisingly sincere. "Whoa, Mrs. Thompson, Sarah, if that's okay? I get it, you're protective, and that's awesome. But honestly, I think there might be some wires crossed here. Scott's a good guy, but sometimes stuff gets blown out of proportion. Yeah, my friends and I mess around, but it's not like I'm out to ruin anyone's day. If he's feeling targeted, I'm sorry about that. It's more group stuff, you know? Not just me."
She narrowed her eyes, taking a sip from her glass. It was smoother than she expected, and she felt a slight flush creep into her cheeks. Still, she held her ground. "Group stuff or not, you're the ringleader, according to him. He says you and your friends have called him names, tripped him in the halls, even spread rumors. That's not 'messing around,' Jake. It’s bullying, and as his mother and someone who deals with young adults every day, I won't stand for it. You need to take responsibility."
Jake nodded slowly, reaching for the bottle on the table. He topped off her glass without asking, the wine glugging softly as it filled nearly to the brim again, while his own remained mostly full from that initial pour. "Fair point. You're right, I should step up more. But look, it's not all black and white. My home life's been kinda rough lately. Dad's always working these long hours, and Mom... well, she left a couple years back. It's just me and him now, and he's not exactly the warm and fuzzy type. I guess sometimes that frustration spills over. Not an excuse, I know, but it might explain why I come off aggressive. I'm working on it, though. Therapy and all that."
Sarah blinked, her stern facade cracking just a bit at the vulnerability in his tone. She had not anticipated a story like that, and it tugged at her empathetic side, the one that made her such an effective professor when students confided in her. She took another sip, more of a gulp this time, hoping to loosen the tension in her shoulders. "I'm sorry to hear about your family situation. That sounds difficult, and I can understand how it might affect you. But Scott doesn't deserve to be the outlet for that. If it's your friends pushing things further, you need to rein them in."
He smiled faintly, a charming curve to his lips that highlighted his strong features. "You're spot on, as usual. I bet you're an amazing professor, what do you teach, anyway? Something smart like literature or psychology? You just have that vibe, you know? Intelligent, put-together, and honestly, really beautiful. Not many ladies pull off that effortless style like you do." He refilled her glass once more as she drank, the bottle tilting smoothly while he barely touched his own, nursing that first serving with tiny sips.
A light laugh escaped her before she could stop it, the compliment catching her off guard amid the buzz from the wine. She felt her cheeks warm further, and she shifted on the couch, crossing her legs. Her initial sternness was fading, replaced by a reluctant curiosity about this young man who seemed far more layered than the bully her son described. "Flattery won't get you out of this, Jake. But thank you. I teach Psych. And yes, it's rewarding, though it comes with its share of challenges, much like parenting a young adult."
Jake chuckled softly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his muscular arms drawing her eye for a split second. "Psychology? That's cool. Bet your classes are packed… who wouldn't want to learn from someone as engaging as you? Most people would just yell or ignore stuff in this situation. But you're taking the time to actually talk it out. Respect." He paused, swirling his glass without drinking. "As for Scott, I swear he's exaggerating a bit. Like, the tripping thing? That was one time, and it was more of a joke gone wrong. My buddy Mike's the one who does that stuff. I'll talk to them, make sure they ease up on the rumors or whatever. Promise."
She nodded, taking another generous sip as the wine worked its way through her system, making her feel more relaxed than she had anticipated. The room seemed a little softer around the edges, and Jake's charm was starting to wear down her defenses. "That's a start. But easing up isn't enough. It needs to stop entirely. Scott's sensitive, and he doesn't have many friends as it is. This kind of thing isolates him even more."
Jake refilled her glass yet again, the bottle now three quarters empty from her pours alone. He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Isolated, huh? That's rough. College can be brutal that way. Tell you what, you're really cool about all this, Sarah. Way cooler than I expected. Maybe I could help with the friend thing. My group's not all bad; we hang out, play video games, go to parties sometimes. If Scott's up for it, I could try bringing him in. Smooth things over, you know? Make him part of the crew instead of on the outside. What do you think?"
Sarah's eyes lit up at the suggestion, the wine amplifying her hopefulness. Scott's lack of friends had been a quiet worry for her, and the idea of him fitting in somewhere appealed deeply. She smiled more openly now, her earlier sternness a distant memory as she leaned back, glass in hand. "That... that could be interesting. He's shy, but if you could make that happen without any more trouble, I'd appreciate it. Just be genuine about it, okay? No messing around with his feelings."
Jake grinned, his eyes lighting up with that easy confidence as he leaned back in the chair, swirling his barely touched glass. He refilled hers again without missing a beat, the wine flowing smoothly to top her off. "Genuine, got it. I'll talk to the guys, smooth things over. But convincing them might take a little work. See, a big part of our group dynamic is that everyone has to have cool parents. Like, really cool parents. It might be a little much for you guys. And your good looks won’t be enough to win everyone over!"
Sarah felt a bubble of laughter rise up, the wine making it impossible to suppress. She giggled, rolling her eyes playfully as she took another sip. "Oh, come on. What does that even mean? 'Really cool parents'? I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended."
He chuckled, shaking his head with mock seriousness. "Nah, it's a compliment, trust me. It means parents who can have fun, you know? Not the type always looking to make a big deal or calling the cops on us over every little thing. Like, hanging out sometimes, messing around with us, that kinda stuff. My buddies are picky about it because we've had some bad experiences with uptight folks."
She nodded, her interest piqued as she considered the possibilities for Scott. The idea of him finally having a solid group of friends, people to hang out with on weekends instead of staying holed up in his room, made her lean forward a bit. "That doesn't sound so bad. I mean, I'm all for fun as long as it's harmless. Messing around? Sure, why not? I used to destroy my students in trivia nights back in grad school."
Jake raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "Trivia nights? That's nerdy professor fun, but our stuff might be too chill for someone like you. You seem pretty no nonsense, Sarah. All business, like in your classes. Bet you run a tight ship there."
Sarah set her glass down with a mock huff, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. She could feel the chemistry building, the way his playful jabs made her want to fire back, keeping the conversation alive and electric. "Hey now, don't underestimate me. I don’t mess around when it counts, sure, but that doesn't mean I can't let loose. I've got a competitive streak. Board games, card games, whatever, you name it, I'll probably win. And for the record, my classes are engaging, not stuffy. I even incorporate role playing exercises to keep things interesting."
He laughed outright, a deep, genuine sound that filled the room and made her smile widen. "Role-playing in psych? Okay, that's intriguing. Tell me more, what kind of scenarios? Like, pretending to be therapists or something? Bet your students love that. You're full of surprises, Sarah."
She waved a hand dismissively, but the flattery landed, easing her further into the flow of their chat. The wine was helping, no doubt, but so was the way he listened, nodding along like he was genuinely invested. And every time he circled back to Scott potentially joining the group, it hooked her deeper, making her eager to keep talking. "Oh, it's nothing too wild. We simulate counseling sessions or debate ethical dilemmas. Keeps them on their toes. But seriously, if this 'cool parent' thing could help Scott fit in, I'm game. He's such a good son, but making friends hasn't come easy for him. What kinds of games do you all play, anyway? Maybe I could host something here sometime."
Jake's eyes twinkled as he leaned in, refilling her glass once more, the bottle conspicuously low now, but he still nursed his first pour. "Host something? Now you're talking. We do all sorts. Drinking games, poker nights, sometimes dumb challenges like who can eat the spiciest wings without tapping out. Nothing crazy, but it's a blast. If you're serious about jumping in, that could seal the deal for getting Scott an invite. My friends would eat it up, another set of cool parents and a new place to hang. A super hot mom to hang out with."
Sarah giggled again, the sound lighter than before, as she felt a flush of excitement. The conversation had shifted into something effortless, with Jake's charm drawing out stories from her college days and her sharing laughs over his tales of group antics. She pictured Scott laughing with them, finally part of something, and it made her press on. "Refreshing, huh? I'll take it. Tell me about one of those drinking games. I don’t know if I would really want to run those with you guys, y’all might have me barfing all day the next day."
Jake leaned forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes, pulling his phone from his pocket and tapping the screen a few times. He held it out to her, showing an app with colorful cards and spinning wheels. "Check this out. It's like truth or dare, but with a twist. Every round, you draw a card, and if you bail, you take a shot. We call it 'Sip or Spill.' Keeps things lively without getting too wild, unless you want it to."
Sarah peered at the screen, her curiosity piqued despite the growing warmth from the wine. She took another sip from her glass, which he had just refilled yet again. "Looks fun, but I'm not sure about the drinking part. I've already had more than I planned."
He nodded, setting the phone on the table between them. "Fair. Oh, by the way, where's your husband? I was kinda hoping to chat with him too, clear the air with both parents, you know?"
She glanced at her own phone, checking for messages. "Mark? He's stuck in traffic. Should've been home by now, but it'll probably be a while longer. These things always drag on."
Jake shrugged casually, his smile widening. "No worries. Since we're waiting anyway, we could play this game until he gets back. Kill time productively. But hey, if you're tapping out on drinks, we can skip the shots. Makes it more about the fun. Deal is, no skips then. Gotta commit."
Sarah hesitated, biting her lip as she weighed it. The idea of bonding over a game felt like another step toward helping Scott, and Jake's easygoing vibe made it hard to say no outright. She set her glass down, feeling the buzz steady in her system. "Alright, fine. No drinks, let’s see what kinds of game yall play."
He grinned, hitting start on the app. "Cool. But remember, no skips. Your turn first."
The game began slowly, with simple truths that drew out easy laughs. Sarah admitted her most embarrassing childhood nickname, "Silly Sarah," from a phase of telling bad jokes, and Jake shared that he once got caught skipping school to go fishing. They traded stories, the conversation flowing with a natural rhythm that had her chuckling at his exaggerated tales of teenage mishaps.
Then the app spun to a bolder card for her. Jake read it aloud. "Rate your sexual satisfaction in your current relationship on a scale of 1 to 10."
Sarah's cheeks flushed a deeper red, her hand pausing midway to her glass. She shifted on the couch, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eyes. The wine had loosened her inhibitions just enough. "Um... 4."
Jake raised an eyebrow, leaning in with genuine curiosity. "A 4? Why's that?"
She winked, a playful spark cutting through her hesitation. "That's not part of the question, mister. Next."
He laughed, shaking his head as the app moved on. A few milder cards passed, but then another truth landed on her. "Share a sexual secret you probably shouldn't."
Her face turned crimson, and she covered her mouth with her hand, eyes widening. "Oh no. I... can I skip this one?"
Jake pointed at the phone with a teasing grin. "Nope, rules are rules. No drinks, no skips. Let it spill, Sarah."
She looked down at her lap, fiddling with the hem of her shirt, her voice dropping to an embarrassed murmur. "Fine. I... I really like to be dominated in bed. But my husband doesn't really do that sort of thing, so I just read books and stories about it to, you know, get my fix."
Jake nodded without judgment, his expression softening. "Hey, that's real. Respect for sharing."
The app continued, and soon a dare popped up for him. "Show your underwear to the other player."
Sarah's eyes went wide, and she started to protest. "Jake, you don't have to—"
But he was already standing, unbuckling his belt with a cheeky laugh. He tugged his jeans down just enough to reveal his boxers, the fabric stretched tight over a massive bulge, his penis tucked prominently to the side in a way that made the outline impossible to ignore. It was huge, and Sarah stared for a second or two, her breath catching before she snapped her gaze away, her face burning. "Oh my god, put that away!"
He pulled his jeans back up quickly, both of them bursting into laughter as he sat down. "See? Harmless fun. Your face was priceless."
She fanned herself, still giggling. "You're terrible. Okay, moving on."
The game pressed forward with more truths and light dares, the energy between them buzzing with shared amusement. Then Sarah drew her next card, and her smile faded as she read it. The color drained from her face, leaving her looking genuinely nervous. "Let yourself be restrained and tickled for 5 minutes."
She shook her head vigorously. "Nope. Skipping this one. I'm way too ticklish for that."
Jake's eyes lit up with excitement, leaning forward. "Come on, this is the most fun one yet! It's just five minutes. Where's that competitive streak you were talking about?"
They went back and forth, her protests growing weaker under his persuasive charm. "Jake, seriously, I can't. It's not happening."
"Aw, Sarah, it'll be quick. Think of it as a test for how chill you can be. Plus, it's all in the game."
Finally, she sighed, the wine and the lingering laughter tipping her resolve. "Fine, but absolutely no tickling my feet. They're just too sensitive, and I just got a pedicure. Promise?"
He held up his hands innocently. "Okay, whatever you say, Sarah. No feet," with a wink.
She pointed at him sternly, though a nervous smile tugged at her lips. "Seriously, I can't take it. They're off-limits. I don’t even let my husband tickle them, and he really wants to."
Jake rummaged in his backpack, pulling out a few lengths of paracord with a grin. "Perfect timing. I was gonna build a fort in the woods with the guys later. This'll work great."
Against her better judgment, Sarah stretched out on the long couch, her heart picking up speed as he approached. She watched him with a mix of nerves and playful banter, trying to keep things light. "You better not make this too tight, Jake. I'm trusting you here, but if you tie me up like some damsel in distress, I'll... I'll grade you harshly in my imaginary class."
He laughed, kneeling beside her as he gently lifted her arms over her head. "Harsh grader, huh? Noted. Just relax, this is all fun and games." He looped the paracord around her wrists, securing them together with a firm but not painful knot, then tied the end to the sturdy leg of the couch. She tugged lightly, testing it, and felt the restraint hold her stretched out.
"Oh god, this is already weird," she said, giggling nervously as he moved to her feet. "You're enjoying this way too much. What if my husband walks in right now? I'd never live it down."
Jake smirked, binding her ankles together with another length of cord. "Then he'd see how cool his wife is. Arms good? Not too tight?" He secured the ankle tie to the opposite couch leg, pulling her legs straight and leaving her fully stretched across the cushions.
She wiggled a bit, the vulnerability hitting her as she lay there bound. "It's... secure. But remember, no feet! I'm serious, Jake. One touch and I'm calling foul. This is nerve-wracking enough without that."
He stood back, admiring his work with a nod. "Okaaaaay. You look ready."
Jake put his phone in his pocket and knelt beside the couch, his expression a mix of mischief and focus as he hovered his hands near her exposed underarms. Sarah's eyes widened, her body already tensing in anticipation, a nervous giggle escaping before he even touched her. "Okay, here we go. Remember, it's just five minutes," he said, his voice light and teasing.
His fingers made contact first with her armpits, light and feathery strokes that danced along the sensitive skin. Sarah squealed immediately, her body jerking against the restraints as uncontrollable laughter bubbled up from her chest. She twisted her torso as much as the ties allowed, her arms pulling futilely at the paracord. "Jake! Stop... that... hahaha...!" Her words came out breathless, interspersed with giggles that made her cheeks flush even deeper.
He chuckled, keeping the pressure gentle but persistent, his fingertips skittering in small circles. "Come on, let it out. Bet your students would pay to see Professor Thompson like this." The tickling lasted a handful of seconds before he eased off, giving her a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as she shot him a playful glare.
"Not fair," she managed between residual chuckles, her nervousness still evident in the way her eyes darted toward her bound feet. "I'm helpless here."
Jake grinned, shifting his position slightly to target her stomach next. His hands moved to her midsection, fingers wiggling lightly over the fabric of her shirt, probing the soft spots around her belly button. Sarah burst into fresh laughter, her abdomen contracting as she tried to curl up, but the restraints held her stretched out flat. "Oh god, hahaha, not there either! You're evil!" She squirmed, the giggles turning into full-bellied laughs that echoed in the room, her face lighting up with a mix of embarrassment and reluctant enjoyment.
He kept it up for a bit, varying the intensity to draw out more of those infectious sounds, before sliding his hands to her sides, squeezing gently along her ribs. "See? You're handling it like a champ. What's the big deal with your feet, anyway? You act like they're made of glass." His tone was curious, almost challenging, as he worked her sides, making her writhe and laugh harder, tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes from the effort.
Sarah gasped for air between fits, her voice shaky with laughter and a growing edge of anxiety. "Because... hahaha... they're insanely ticklish! Worse than anything. I told you, fresh pedicure and all. Don't get any ideas, Jake. I'm serious!"
After a few more squeezes that left her breathless and giggling, he moved his attention lower, his fingers now grazing above her knees, pinching lightly at the sensitive areas just above the joints. She kicked her bound legs as much as she could, which wasn't much, her laughter turning sharper and more desperate. "No, no, hahaha, that's bad too! You're getting too close to forbidden territory!"
Jake paused for a second, his hands lingering just above her knees, then slowly began inching them downward toward her socked feet, his eyes locked on hers with a teasing sparkle. He moved deliberately, building the suspense.
Sarah's nervousness spiked, her eyes going wide as she watched his fingers creep closer. She yanked at her ankle ties, trying to pull her feet away from his approaching hands, her voice rising in a mix of protest and laughter-tinged panic. "No, don't you dare! You promised!"
He shook his head with a sly smile, his fingers hovering inches from her soles now, descending slowly. "I don’t remember promising anything, Sarah. You just got me so curious. I’ll be gentle."
Jake's fingers made their slow, inevitable descent, finally brushing against the soft fabric covering her arches. He began with the lightest possible strokes, his nails grazing in wide, lazy circles over her socked heels. Sarah's right foot twitched immediately, her toes curling inward trying to cover her sole for protection, while her left foot pushed forward, as if going behind him would shield it from his fingers.
A gasp slipped from her mouth, quickly dissolving into a stream of bubbly giggles. "Hehehe! Jake, come on, no! Not there!" she protested, her amused voice laced with a rising panic. She was acutely aware of how her socks were providing protection, and how easily that protection could be taken away. Her body strained against the paracord, arms tugging downward and legs yanking toward her torso, but she was held firm, stretched out helplessly for him to play with.
He kept at it, adding his soft touches to the heel of her other foot and earning a yelp from Sarah as she tried to contain her laughter. Yet it built steadily, growing from soft chuckles to sharper bursts. Her feet reacted wildly, scrunching up tight one moment, then spreading out flat the next, as if her body couldn't decide whether to hide or fight . "Hahaha! Oh god, not my feet! Please, you promised!"
"I don't remember promising anything," Jake replied teasingly as he increased the pressure just a bit. He was using two fingers, moving them in a walking pattern up and down her arches. She kept trying to jerk her feet back repeatedly, but the restraints kept them in place as her ankles dug into the couch while she screeched from the new sensation.
Her giggles turned into full-throated laughs, her chest heaving as she twisted on the couch. "Jahahake! Hahaha! Stop, you're killing me!" Despite her insistence, there was no trace of anger in her voice and she sounded surprisingly exhilarated, even playful.
After what felt like an eternity of those maddening strokes, Jake's fingers paused, hovering his hand near the lip of her sock by her ankle. He hooked the edge with his thumbs, starting to roll it upward ever so slowly, revealing the pink tinged skin of her heel.
Sarah's eyes locked on his hands, widening in horror as her flushed face changed. "Wait, no! Jake, please, don't do that! Leave the socks on, okay? I'm not kidding! Please, anything but my bare feet! Come on, maybe... maybe next time we play, oh god, I'm not ready!" Her pleas tumbled out in a rush, a desperate edge creeping in as she tried to twist her ankle away. She felt the cool air against the thin sheen of lotion still lingering from her pedicure. Regrettably, Sarah had slathered it on right after the salon, then slipped the socks over top, trapping the moisture and leaving her skin incredibly soft.
He didn't stop, peeling the sock up inch by inch until her heel was fully exposed, the moisture giving it a subtle gleam. His fingertip descended as she babbled, tracing a single, swirling line across the bare skin. The direct contact sent a shock up her leg, replacing her words with a shriek and causing her to involuntarily jerk against the ropes.
"Fuck! Hahahaha! No, put it back! Oh god, oh fuck, haha that's - that's way worse without the sock! Please, Jake! PLEASE!" She squealed, her soles involuntarily scrunching, wrinkles forming in the soft skin, but not quite reaching the heel as she tried to shield it. Uncontrollable laughter poured out of her and her whole body clenched as she pulled against the cords.
Jake gave it a few more light swirls, watching her wide eyed expressions with a grin. Continuing the same pace of gentle tickling for a bit as he continued verbally teasing her. Suddenly, his face changed as he let up, "Awe... Sarah, I forgot to set the timer. This whole thing doesn't even count yet."
Sarah blinked through her lingering giggles, hope flickering in her expression. "See? Haha, it's been five minutes already for sure! Let's just say it's done, right? No need to add any more time."
He shook his head, fishing out his phone. "Nope, rules are rules. It has to be official." He tapped the screen, starting a five-minute countdown. "There we go. Now we're really starting."
She huffed, her eyebrows knitting in disbelief before her face changed and she couldn't stop a smile from appearing on her lips, undermining her indignation. "That's cheating! You're just dragging this out on purpose. I ought to kick you out for that," her grin becoming more playful.
"Dragging it out? You mean giving you more of what you're secretly enjoying?" he shot back, eyebrow raised.
Her cheeks flushed deeper. "I do not!" She looked him defiantly, continuing, "Fine, whatever. Let's get this over with." Sarah playfully wiggled her feet at him as if daring him to continue. "It wasn't even that bad anyway. But 5 more minutes only!"
Jake laughed, taking the invitation. He resumed peeling the sock higher, exposing her lotion slicked arch now. His fingers moved in, two of them tracing parallel lines up and down from her heel to her arch, slow and deliberate. Her feet flexed under the assault, toes curling tight as her laughter erupting anew. "Ahhh! Hahaha! No, not there! Oh god! Be gentle!" To her dismay, she realized that when he went over especially sensitive spots, she couldn't help but spread her toes out wide and flex her feet out, which only left them more vulnerable.
He kept going, varying the pressure, sometimes light flicks that made her soles wrinkle in defense, other times steady drags that forced her feet to spread out, exposing more sensitive spots. She pulled so hard at the bindings that at times her body arched off the couch, laughter mixing with squeals that echoed through the room.
"You know," he said over her laughter, sliding the sock up to reveal the ball of her foot, "we play this game with some of the other moms and when they get this card for the first time, they all freak out just like you. Begging us to stay away from their feet, it just gives us an idea on where to focus."
"Hahaha! You do this to everyone? And they kehehep playing the game? AHAHAAA NOHOHO JAKE!" she let out a scream at the end of her sentence as his fingers made their way to the newly exposed balls of her feet. The feeling of him gently scratching her soles was too overwhelming for her to speak, and she couldn't control her feet as her toes spread out and back, allowing Jake to leisurely dance his fingers over the newly exposed area.
Chuckling at the desperate look no her face, Jake replied, "Yep, and for some reason, they always have a pedicure for the next time we play." He continued walking his fingers up and down her soles, giving the balls of her feet a break as he returned back to the arches and heels.
Sarah's face burned as she imagined herself returning for another round. "Well - hehe - I wish I'd skipped mine today!" His hands found its way to the sock protecting her left foot. "NO oh GOD ahahaha! Don't take that one too!"
He ignored her protests, rolling the sock up to expose the heel, then arch, then ball, as she continued begging. "Please... Just leave it on!" Then, to finish the ensemble, he pulled both socks all the way off, finally exposing Sarah's perfect red painted toes, which wiggled in the air.
"Wow Sarah, these are the prettiest I've ever seen." Before she could respond, he dragged a finger all the way up her sole, prompting a shriek.
"Jake, I know what you're thinking," she whispered shakily, "but you can't! Please, they're so ticklish. Anywhere but there"
Seeing the look in her eyes, Jake calmed her fears with a wink, "Don't worry professor, I just want to see them. I'm having enough fun as it is"
Both soles were now bare, their pale skin tinged with pink. Sarah relished the break Jake was giving her, even if it was just a moment, but it wasn't long before he started again, working his fingers up and down her soles.
Her giggles came spilling out, squeals punctuating as she thrashed and pulled. Jake locked eyes with her, enjoying her beautiful smile and the defiance in her eyes as she tried to hold back. His fingers moved back up to her arches, and in response her toes spread open, giving him full access. "Hahaha No! Not there! I can't take it on both!"
Smirking at how quickly she started begging again, he asked, "If you can't take it, why are you spreading them out to make it easier for me?"
"I can't help it!" She cried out. As he moved even higher, she pulled hard against the ropes, "Hahahaha fuck you're driving me insane! How much time is left? Please just stop tickling me!"
Jake let this continue, his fingers exploring every inch of her exposed soles—dragging nails along the outer edges, fluttering fingertips across the centers, even dancing them suspiciously close to her toes. Time stretched, the room filled with her breathless pleas and laughter, her body tugging rhythmically at the restraints. He fiddled with his phone mid-scribble, turning the timer off. "Whoops, timer reset itself. Must have bumped it. We might as well start over for the full five."
Sarah's eyes flew open, a protest bubbling up through her laughter. "What? Absolutely not! You totally did that on purpose! Ahahaha stop it! Are you going to let me go or not?" She was trying to muster up her stern professor voice, but it was difficult when a stream of giggles sputtered from her mouth. A glare tried to form on her face, but the sparkle in her eyes and the smile on her face undermined it. "Please Jake, untie m- AHAHAAAA." Jake tactically cut her short with a bit more intense of scribbling where her arches met her heels
"Untie you? I know you're loving every second. This is probably the most fun you've had in weeks," he countered, his fingers not missing a beat as they spidered up her arches.
"I'm not! Hahaha! I hate it, I swear! I’m never playing this game again!" she shot back, though her tone carried a hint of playfulness, her struggles not as frantic as they could have been.
"Oh yeah? Then why haven't you yelled for me to stop for real? Admit it, Sarah, you’re having a good time too." He switched to gentle, feathery strokes across both balls of her feet, making her soles spread wide involuntarily.
She shook her head, laughter choking her words. "You're delusional! NOHOHO NOT THERE AHAHA! I'd rather... rather be doing anything else right now!"
"Delusional, huh? Come on, we both know you’re gonna be playing again in a few weeks." He emphasized his point with more intense clawing along her heels, causing Sarah to scream and thrash for a long few seconds, breathing heavily once he stopped.
"Fine, maybe it's... not the worst thing ever," she conceded grudgingly, hoping to avoid those deeper scratches being repeated. She flushed a little as she imagined herself submitting her feet to Jake again, maybe dressed up a little next time, showing a bit more skin and having another fresh pedicure.
She shook herself out of the daydream "But don’t expect them to be so soft next time,” she lied. “Hahaha! Okay, okay, fine, you can keep going, just keep it gentle and stay away from my toes!"
Holding eye contact, Jake kept spidering his fingers and asked her, “Someone’s being a little defiant right now, why won’t you just admit you like it?”
Truthfully, Sarah was barely managing to keep her composure and was trying to save face. She scrunched her nose at him, stuck out her tongue, and said, eyes gleaming, “Why don’t you make me?”
Jake grinned, taking her words as permission to press on. He intensified the tickling slightly, using all ten fingers now and a little more pressure to rake up and down her bare soles in unison. Her feet reacted with a frenzy of movement, scrunching so hard the skin changed color, then splaying out flat, toes fanning wide. Her feet remained in this position as she involuntarily exposed her soles, much to Jake’s delight. She was thrashing and pushing against the restraints helplessly, her feet remaining in place for him to play with.
She squealed louder, her laughter turning into deep, belly-shaking guffaws that left her gasping. "HAHAHA! Oh my god, no more! PLEHEHEASEEE, Jake, it's too much!"
He maintained the intensity for what seemed like ages. Her hair was wildly clinging to her face and flying everywhere, her laughter interspersed with pleas that grew hoarser but no less fervent. "HAHAHA! Seriously, enough! I can't... NAHAHAH THE FEEEEET!"
Yet he didn't let up, his fingers dancing tirelessly over the slick, sensitive skin, drawing out every burst of laughter that filled the air between them and driving her wild. He watched as her toes remained spread, the last place he hadn’t breached, but her soles were his playground, and he explored them thoroughly.
Jake kept the pressure on, his fingers raking in long strokes from her heels all the way up to just below her toes. Her soles were slick, soft and moisturized with that lingering layer of lotion, like his nails were skating on ice. Sarah's feet couldn't stay still; one moment they'd scrunch up tight, and the next they'd splay out flat, toes fanning wide as her body betrayed her, exposing even more skin to his relentless assault. She thrashed on the couch, her laughter shrieked out in uncontrollable waves, her hips bucking against the restraints while her feet were held captive.
"HAHAHA! JAKE, STOP! I NEED... I NEED A BREAK! PLEASE, OH GOD, I CAN'T... HAHAHA... NOT MY FEET!" Her words came out in frantic bursts interrupted by squeals. She yanked hard at the paracord around her wrists, her arms straining as if they could somehow pull her free, but it only made her more desperate.
He didn't slow down, switching to a lighter, fluttering technique with all ten fingers, like butterflies dancing erratically over her slick arches. "A break? Come on, I'm barely even tickling you. These feet of yours are just begging for it." Her ankles dug into the couch cushion, trying to twist away, but his touch followed, ripping fresh squeals from her throat. "You know, everybody else I get like this? They can handle way more than this before they start cracking."
"THAT'S... HAHAHA... THAT'S NOT FAIR! PLEASE, JAKE! NO MORE! I'M GONNA DIE! AHAHAHA STOP!" She twisted her torso, her hair whipping across her face, sticking to the sweat beading on her forehead. Her feet kept up their frantic dance, scrunching and spreading in rapid succession, toes curling inward one second and flaring out the next, as if her body was at war with itself.
Jake chuckled, his fingers now tracing teasing spirals around the balls of her feet, watching her soles react in response. "Alright, tell you what. If you admit you like it I'll give you that break. Hell, I'll even untie your hands so you can have a drink. Deal?"
She shook her head wildly, laughter choking her defiance. "NO! HAHAHA! I DON'T... I DON'T LIKE IT! YOU'RE... AHAHA... YOU'RE CRAZY! PLEASE, JUST STOP!" Her feet splayed wide again, involuntarily inviting more of the torment as his fingertips spidered faster, dipping into the tender hollows of her arches. She pulled at the ropes with renewed vigor, her whole body trembling, but the stubborn spark in her eyes held out, even as tears welled in her eyes.
He ramped it up, using his fingers to press and scribble all over her soles with more pressure. "Come on, Sarah. We both know the truth. Say it, and you get your break." Her laughter hit a fever pitch, deep guffaws mixing with breathless pleas, her feet scrunching so hard the skin turned pale before spreading out flat once more.
"FINE! HAHAHA! I LIKE IT! OKAY? I LIKE IT! NOW STOP! PLEASE!" The admission burst out of her, muffled by her own hysterics, her face flushing a deeper red as she admitted it through the chaos.
But Jake didn't stop right away. Instead, he grinned wider, his fingers maintaining their merciless dance. "Oh, really? That took you long enough. But since you were so defiant about it, here's a little punishment: Tell me you want me to keep going after your break. Say it nice and clear."
"WHAT? HAHAHA NO! THAT'S... THAT'S NOT TRUE! AHAHA PLEASE!" Her soles were helpless under his assault, toes spread wide as she tried to shield them, but the sensation was too much, forcing them to remain fanned out. Laughter poured from her in waves, her body arching off the couch.
"Say it, Sarah, or we keep this up all night."
"OKAY! HAHAHA! I WANT YOU TO KEEP GOING AFTER MY BREAK! THERE, I SAID IT! NOW STOP! PLEASE!" The words tumbled out in a rush, her voice cracking with laughter.
He let it go on for another full minute, his fingers exploring every slick inch of her soles with feather-light flicks and steady strokes, drawing out squeal after squeal as her body writhed and her laughter filled the room. Finally, he eased off, his hands pulling away as she gasped for air, her chest heaving, residual giggles bubbling up in the aftermath. "There you go. See? Wasn't so hard."
Jake stood, reaching for the paracord around her wrists and loosening the knots with quick, efficient tugs. Her hands came free, and she flexed her fingers, rubbing at the faint red marks while still catching her breath. He poured a fresh glass of wine from the bottle on the coffee table and handed it to her. She took it eagerly, gulping it down in one long swallow. A few drops spilled onto her chin, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand, letting out a shaky laugh.
"God, I needed that," she said, setting the empty glass down and leaning back, her bound ankles still keeping her feet in place. She glanced at him, a mix of exhaustion and amusement in her eyes. "So, how often do you guys actually play this game? I can’t imagine anyone risking ending up like that too often."
Jake sat on the edge of the couch, smirking as he refilled her glass halfway and took a sip from his own. "Depends. Sometimes once a month, sometimes more if everyone's free. Why? Already planning our next session? I bet you'll show up with another pedi. My favorite color’s black by the way."
She rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips as she accepted the refill and sipped it more slowly this time. "Hardly. This was a one-time fluke. And don't get any ideas about my feet. They're off-limits next time. If there is a next time."
"Oh, there will be," he teased, leaning in closer, his hand casually resting near her knee. "You just admitted you like it."
She swatted at his arm playfully, her laughter lighter now, free of the hysteria. "Shut up. That was under duress. Doesn't count."
"Counts to me," he said with a wink, setting his glass down and picking up the loose ends of the paracord. He dangled them in front of her, raising an eyebrow. "Ready to get back to it? You did say you wanted me to keep going."
Sarah hesitated, glancing at the ropes and then at her still-exposed feet, which twitched slightly in the air. She sighed dramatically, holding out her wrists with exaggerated reluctance. "Ugh, fine. A deal's a deal, I guess. But ONLY because I said I would,” punctuating the last sentence with a look.
He chuckled, wrapping the cords around her wrists again and tying them securely to the couch leg, pulling just tight enough to stretch her out once more. "Whatever you say, Professor. Now, where were we?"
Sarah stood in the kitchen, her arms crossed as she faced her son Scott across the breakfast table. He was packing his duffel bag for some weekend travel, looking more like the college student he was with each hurried shove of clothes. "Listen, Scott," she said firmly, her voice carrying that professor's edge she used in lectures. "I've reached out to the parents of that ringleader asshole who's been bullying you, Jake, and set up a meeting with him today to sort this out."
Scott paused, his cheeks flushing red. He avoided her eyes, zipping the bag with unnecessary force. "Mom, you don't need to do that. Seriously. It's not a big deal, and you're busy anyway. Don't take time out of your day for this."
Scott’s time at college hasn’t been the best so far. His mom taught at the local state school he was attending, and since he lived at home, she was privy to all his tribulations on campus.
She waved off his protest with a sharp gesture. "Don’t worry about it. I have the day off from the university because of the holiday, and it's a long weekend anyway. Plenty of time. Besides, you won't even have to be here. You're heading out of town for the weekend, so just focus on that."
He sighed, slinging the bag over his shoulder. Her headstrong nature left little room for argument, and he knew from experience that once she made up her mind, it was set in stone. "Fine. But be safe, okay? And don't expect anything to change. He’s a total jerk."
Sarah nodded, her expression softening just a fraction as she watched him head for the door. "I can handle jerks. Have fun and text me when you get there."
With Scott gone, the house felt quieter. Her husband Mark, the part time freelance graphic designer, was out working at a client's office today. He would not be home until later, a bit into her meeting with Jake. She grabbed her keys and headed out for some errands. A quick stop at the grocery store for essentials, then the dry cleaners to pick up her blouses. Finally, she treated herself to a pedicure at her usual salon, sinking into the chair with a sigh of relief. The technician did her work well, smoothing her soles and painting her toes a deep crimson. Sarah admired the results afterward, snapping a photo and texted it to her husband: "Like what you see?"
His reply came shortly after: "Super sexy! Wonder how ticklish they might be now..."
She rolled her eyes, typing back: "Don't you even think about it. You know that's not allowed."
A crying emoji popped up from him, followed by: "I know babe."
Sarah smiled to herself as she continued the conversation: "My new regular’s been impressing me. She's never tickles them, finally I found someone I like."
As the afternoon wore on, Sarah returned home. As the meeting time with Jake approached, she found herself slightly nervous about the discussion. Her own steadfast personality did not mix well with aggressive ones, and According to her son, Jake was not only aggressive but could be cruel too. In preparation and to loosen herself up a bit, she poured a glass of wine to sip. A few minutes later, once finished and against her better judgment, she went ahead and had another. Feeling a little buzz, she felt well prepped for Jake's arrival. Shortly after, she heard the doorbell ring.
Sarah took a steadying breath before turning the knob and pulling the door open. There stood Jake, taller than she had imagined, his muscular build filling the doorway as he loomed over her smaller frame. He held out two bottles of red wine with a casual smile. "Hey, Mrs. Thompson. Thanks for having me over. My dad gave me these. Said they’re one of his favorites. I figured it might help break the ice while we talk."
The politeness caught her off guard, especially coming from someone who her son had described as a cruel bully. His good looks did not help either, with that confident jawline and easy grin disarming her initial sternness. She hesitated for just a moment before accepting the bottle. “Are you old enough to drink these? I don’t think I’d be comfortable serving to a minor,” she questioned, raising an eyebrow at his offer.
Laughing, he replied “I’m 21, did you forget how old juniors are? Do you want to see some ID or something?”
"Well, that's thoughtful. Thank you, Jake. Come on in."
She led him into the living room, where the afternoon light filtered through the curtains onto the plush couches and coffee table. Jake settled into one of the armchairs, looking relaxed as he glanced around the room. Sarah excused herself briefly to the kitchen, retrieving two wine glasses from the cabinet. When she returned, she set them down on the table and watched as he took the bottle, his muscular arms flexing noticeably under his shirt sleeves while he worked the cork out with a smooth twist.
He poured a generous amount into each glass, the deep red liquid swirling as he handed one to her. "Here you go. So, about your son..."
Sarah accepted the glass from Jake, his fingers brushing her’s briefly as she took it. She sat down on the couch across from him, straightening her posture with the authoritative air she reserved for unruly students in her lectures. The wine from earlier was already warming her veins, but she pushed that aside, determined to handle this like the no-nonsense professor she was. "Thank you for the wine, Jake. But let's get straight to it. My son Scott has been coming home upset more often than not, and from what he's told me, you're the one leading the charge in making his life miserable at school. The teasing, the exclusion, the outright cruelty… it stops today. I didn't invite you here for pleasantries; I want assurances that you'll leave him alone."
Jake leaned back in the armchair, his expression calm and almost apologetic as he took a small sip from his glass. He set it down carefully, meeting her eyes with a steady gaze that seemed surprisingly sincere. "Whoa, Mrs. Thompson, Sarah, if that's okay? I get it, you're protective, and that's awesome. But honestly, I think there might be some wires crossed here. Scott's a good guy, but sometimes stuff gets blown out of proportion. Yeah, my friends and I mess around, but it's not like I'm out to ruin anyone's day. If he's feeling targeted, I'm sorry about that. It's more group stuff, you know? Not just me."
She narrowed her eyes, taking a sip from her glass. It was smoother than she expected, and she felt a slight flush creep into her cheeks. Still, she held her ground. "Group stuff or not, you're the ringleader, according to him. He says you and your friends have called him names, tripped him in the halls, even spread rumors. That's not 'messing around,' Jake. It’s bullying, and as his mother and someone who deals with young adults every day, I won't stand for it. You need to take responsibility."
Jake nodded slowly, reaching for the bottle on the table. He topped off her glass without asking, the wine glugging softly as it filled nearly to the brim again, while his own remained mostly full from that initial pour. "Fair point. You're right, I should step up more. But look, it's not all black and white. My home life's been kinda rough lately. Dad's always working these long hours, and Mom... well, she left a couple years back. It's just me and him now, and he's not exactly the warm and fuzzy type. I guess sometimes that frustration spills over. Not an excuse, I know, but it might explain why I come off aggressive. I'm working on it, though. Therapy and all that."
Sarah blinked, her stern facade cracking just a bit at the vulnerability in his tone. She had not anticipated a story like that, and it tugged at her empathetic side, the one that made her such an effective professor when students confided in her. She took another sip, more of a gulp this time, hoping to loosen the tension in her shoulders. "I'm sorry to hear about your family situation. That sounds difficult, and I can understand how it might affect you. But Scott doesn't deserve to be the outlet for that. If it's your friends pushing things further, you need to rein them in."
He smiled faintly, a charming curve to his lips that highlighted his strong features. "You're spot on, as usual. I bet you're an amazing professor, what do you teach, anyway? Something smart like literature or psychology? You just have that vibe, you know? Intelligent, put-together, and honestly, really beautiful. Not many ladies pull off that effortless style like you do." He refilled her glass once more as she drank, the bottle tilting smoothly while he barely touched his own, nursing that first serving with tiny sips.
A light laugh escaped her before she could stop it, the compliment catching her off guard amid the buzz from the wine. She felt her cheeks warm further, and she shifted on the couch, crossing her legs. Her initial sternness was fading, replaced by a reluctant curiosity about this young man who seemed far more layered than the bully her son described. "Flattery won't get you out of this, Jake. But thank you. I teach Psych. And yes, it's rewarding, though it comes with its share of challenges, much like parenting a young adult."
Jake chuckled softly, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, his muscular arms drawing her eye for a split second. "Psychology? That's cool. Bet your classes are packed… who wouldn't want to learn from someone as engaging as you? Most people would just yell or ignore stuff in this situation. But you're taking the time to actually talk it out. Respect." He paused, swirling his glass without drinking. "As for Scott, I swear he's exaggerating a bit. Like, the tripping thing? That was one time, and it was more of a joke gone wrong. My buddy Mike's the one who does that stuff. I'll talk to them, make sure they ease up on the rumors or whatever. Promise."
She nodded, taking another generous sip as the wine worked its way through her system, making her feel more relaxed than she had anticipated. The room seemed a little softer around the edges, and Jake's charm was starting to wear down her defenses. "That's a start. But easing up isn't enough. It needs to stop entirely. Scott's sensitive, and he doesn't have many friends as it is. This kind of thing isolates him even more."
Jake refilled her glass yet again, the bottle now three quarters empty from her pours alone. He tilted his head thoughtfully. "Isolated, huh? That's rough. College can be brutal that way. Tell you what, you're really cool about all this, Sarah. Way cooler than I expected. Maybe I could help with the friend thing. My group's not all bad; we hang out, play video games, go to parties sometimes. If Scott's up for it, I could try bringing him in. Smooth things over, you know? Make him part of the crew instead of on the outside. What do you think?"
Sarah's eyes lit up at the suggestion, the wine amplifying her hopefulness. Scott's lack of friends had been a quiet worry for her, and the idea of him fitting in somewhere appealed deeply. She smiled more openly now, her earlier sternness a distant memory as she leaned back, glass in hand. "That... that could be interesting. He's shy, but if you could make that happen without any more trouble, I'd appreciate it. Just be genuine about it, okay? No messing around with his feelings."
Jake grinned, his eyes lighting up with that easy confidence as he leaned back in the chair, swirling his barely touched glass. He refilled hers again without missing a beat, the wine flowing smoothly to top her off. "Genuine, got it. I'll talk to the guys, smooth things over. But convincing them might take a little work. See, a big part of our group dynamic is that everyone has to have cool parents. Like, really cool parents. It might be a little much for you guys. And your good looks won’t be enough to win everyone over!"
Sarah felt a bubble of laughter rise up, the wine making it impossible to suppress. She giggled, rolling her eyes playfully as she took another sip. "Oh, come on. What does that even mean? 'Really cool parents'? I'm not sure if I should be flattered or offended."
He chuckled, shaking his head with mock seriousness. "Nah, it's a compliment, trust me. It means parents who can have fun, you know? Not the type always looking to make a big deal or calling the cops on us over every little thing. Like, hanging out sometimes, messing around with us, that kinda stuff. My buddies are picky about it because we've had some bad experiences with uptight folks."
She nodded, her interest piqued as she considered the possibilities for Scott. The idea of him finally having a solid group of friends, people to hang out with on weekends instead of staying holed up in his room, made her lean forward a bit. "That doesn't sound so bad. I mean, I'm all for fun as long as it's harmless. Messing around? Sure, why not? I used to destroy my students in trivia nights back in grad school."
Jake raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile tugging at his lips. "Trivia nights? That's nerdy professor fun, but our stuff might be too chill for someone like you. You seem pretty no nonsense, Sarah. All business, like in your classes. Bet you run a tight ship there."
Sarah set her glass down with a mock huff, though her eyes sparkled with amusement. She could feel the chemistry building, the way his playful jabs made her want to fire back, keeping the conversation alive and electric. "Hey now, don't underestimate me. I don’t mess around when it counts, sure, but that doesn't mean I can't let loose. I've got a competitive streak. Board games, card games, whatever, you name it, I'll probably win. And for the record, my classes are engaging, not stuffy. I even incorporate role playing exercises to keep things interesting."
He laughed outright, a deep, genuine sound that filled the room and made her smile widen. "Role-playing in psych? Okay, that's intriguing. Tell me more, what kind of scenarios? Like, pretending to be therapists or something? Bet your students love that. You're full of surprises, Sarah."
She waved a hand dismissively, but the flattery landed, easing her further into the flow of their chat. The wine was helping, no doubt, but so was the way he listened, nodding along like he was genuinely invested. And every time he circled back to Scott potentially joining the group, it hooked her deeper, making her eager to keep talking. "Oh, it's nothing too wild. We simulate counseling sessions or debate ethical dilemmas. Keeps them on their toes. But seriously, if this 'cool parent' thing could help Scott fit in, I'm game. He's such a good son, but making friends hasn't come easy for him. What kinds of games do you all play, anyway? Maybe I could host something here sometime."
Jake's eyes twinkled as he leaned in, refilling her glass once more, the bottle conspicuously low now, but he still nursed his first pour. "Host something? Now you're talking. We do all sorts. Drinking games, poker nights, sometimes dumb challenges like who can eat the spiciest wings without tapping out. Nothing crazy, but it's a blast. If you're serious about jumping in, that could seal the deal for getting Scott an invite. My friends would eat it up, another set of cool parents and a new place to hang. A super hot mom to hang out with."
Sarah giggled again, the sound lighter than before, as she felt a flush of excitement. The conversation had shifted into something effortless, with Jake's charm drawing out stories from her college days and her sharing laughs over his tales of group antics. She pictured Scott laughing with them, finally part of something, and it made her press on. "Refreshing, huh? I'll take it. Tell me about one of those drinking games. I don’t know if I would really want to run those with you guys, y’all might have me barfing all day the next day."
Jake leaned forward with a mischievous glint in his eyes, pulling his phone from his pocket and tapping the screen a few times. He held it out to her, showing an app with colorful cards and spinning wheels. "Check this out. It's like truth or dare, but with a twist. Every round, you draw a card, and if you bail, you take a shot. We call it 'Sip or Spill.' Keeps things lively without getting too wild, unless you want it to."
Sarah peered at the screen, her curiosity piqued despite the growing warmth from the wine. She took another sip from her glass, which he had just refilled yet again. "Looks fun, but I'm not sure about the drinking part. I've already had more than I planned."
He nodded, setting the phone on the table between them. "Fair. Oh, by the way, where's your husband? I was kinda hoping to chat with him too, clear the air with both parents, you know?"
She glanced at her own phone, checking for messages. "Mark? He's stuck in traffic. Should've been home by now, but it'll probably be a while longer. These things always drag on."
Jake shrugged casually, his smile widening. "No worries. Since we're waiting anyway, we could play this game until he gets back. Kill time productively. But hey, if you're tapping out on drinks, we can skip the shots. Makes it more about the fun. Deal is, no skips then. Gotta commit."
Sarah hesitated, biting her lip as she weighed it. The idea of bonding over a game felt like another step toward helping Scott, and Jake's easygoing vibe made it hard to say no outright. She set her glass down, feeling the buzz steady in her system. "Alright, fine. No drinks, let’s see what kinds of game yall play."
He grinned, hitting start on the app. "Cool. But remember, no skips. Your turn first."
The game began slowly, with simple truths that drew out easy laughs. Sarah admitted her most embarrassing childhood nickname, "Silly Sarah," from a phase of telling bad jokes, and Jake shared that he once got caught skipping school to go fishing. They traded stories, the conversation flowing with a natural rhythm that had her chuckling at his exaggerated tales of teenage mishaps.
Then the app spun to a bolder card for her. Jake read it aloud. "Rate your sexual satisfaction in your current relationship on a scale of 1 to 10."
Sarah's cheeks flushed a deeper red, her hand pausing midway to her glass. She shifted on the couch, glancing away for a moment before meeting his eyes. The wine had loosened her inhibitions just enough. "Um... 4."
Jake raised an eyebrow, leaning in with genuine curiosity. "A 4? Why's that?"
She winked, a playful spark cutting through her hesitation. "That's not part of the question, mister. Next."
He laughed, shaking his head as the app moved on. A few milder cards passed, but then another truth landed on her. "Share a sexual secret you probably shouldn't."
Her face turned crimson, and she covered her mouth with her hand, eyes widening. "Oh no. I... can I skip this one?"
Jake pointed at the phone with a teasing grin. "Nope, rules are rules. No drinks, no skips. Let it spill, Sarah."
She looked down at her lap, fiddling with the hem of her shirt, her voice dropping to an embarrassed murmur. "Fine. I... I really like to be dominated in bed. But my husband doesn't really do that sort of thing, so I just read books and stories about it to, you know, get my fix."
Jake nodded without judgment, his expression softening. "Hey, that's real. Respect for sharing."
The app continued, and soon a dare popped up for him. "Show your underwear to the other player."
Sarah's eyes went wide, and she started to protest. "Jake, you don't have to—"
But he was already standing, unbuckling his belt with a cheeky laugh. He tugged his jeans down just enough to reveal his boxers, the fabric stretched tight over a massive bulge, his penis tucked prominently to the side in a way that made the outline impossible to ignore. It was huge, and Sarah stared for a second or two, her breath catching before she snapped her gaze away, her face burning. "Oh my god, put that away!"
He pulled his jeans back up quickly, both of them bursting into laughter as he sat down. "See? Harmless fun. Your face was priceless."
She fanned herself, still giggling. "You're terrible. Okay, moving on."
The game pressed forward with more truths and light dares, the energy between them buzzing with shared amusement. Then Sarah drew her next card, and her smile faded as she read it. The color drained from her face, leaving her looking genuinely nervous. "Let yourself be restrained and tickled for 5 minutes."
She shook her head vigorously. "Nope. Skipping this one. I'm way too ticklish for that."
Jake's eyes lit up with excitement, leaning forward. "Come on, this is the most fun one yet! It's just five minutes. Where's that competitive streak you were talking about?"
They went back and forth, her protests growing weaker under his persuasive charm. "Jake, seriously, I can't. It's not happening."
"Aw, Sarah, it'll be quick. Think of it as a test for how chill you can be. Plus, it's all in the game."
Finally, she sighed, the wine and the lingering laughter tipping her resolve. "Fine, but absolutely no tickling my feet. They're just too sensitive, and I just got a pedicure. Promise?"
He held up his hands innocently. "Okay, whatever you say, Sarah. No feet," with a wink.
She pointed at him sternly, though a nervous smile tugged at her lips. "Seriously, I can't take it. They're off-limits. I don’t even let my husband tickle them, and he really wants to."
Jake rummaged in his backpack, pulling out a few lengths of paracord with a grin. "Perfect timing. I was gonna build a fort in the woods with the guys later. This'll work great."
Against her better judgment, Sarah stretched out on the long couch, her heart picking up speed as he approached. She watched him with a mix of nerves and playful banter, trying to keep things light. "You better not make this too tight, Jake. I'm trusting you here, but if you tie me up like some damsel in distress, I'll... I'll grade you harshly in my imaginary class."
He laughed, kneeling beside her as he gently lifted her arms over her head. "Harsh grader, huh? Noted. Just relax, this is all fun and games." He looped the paracord around her wrists, securing them together with a firm but not painful knot, then tied the end to the sturdy leg of the couch. She tugged lightly, testing it, and felt the restraint hold her stretched out.
"Oh god, this is already weird," she said, giggling nervously as he moved to her feet. "You're enjoying this way too much. What if my husband walks in right now? I'd never live it down."
Jake smirked, binding her ankles together with another length of cord. "Then he'd see how cool his wife is. Arms good? Not too tight?" He secured the ankle tie to the opposite couch leg, pulling her legs straight and leaving her fully stretched across the cushions.
She wiggled a bit, the vulnerability hitting her as she lay there bound. "It's... secure. But remember, no feet! I'm serious, Jake. One touch and I'm calling foul. This is nerve-wracking enough without that."
He stood back, admiring his work with a nod. "Okaaaaay. You look ready."
Jake put his phone in his pocket and knelt beside the couch, his expression a mix of mischief and focus as he hovered his hands near her exposed underarms. Sarah's eyes widened, her body already tensing in anticipation, a nervous giggle escaping before he even touched her. "Okay, here we go. Remember, it's just five minutes," he said, his voice light and teasing.
His fingers made contact first with her armpits, light and feathery strokes that danced along the sensitive skin. Sarah squealed immediately, her body jerking against the restraints as uncontrollable laughter bubbled up from her chest. She twisted her torso as much as the ties allowed, her arms pulling futilely at the paracord. "Jake! Stop... that... hahaha...!" Her words came out breathless, interspersed with giggles that made her cheeks flush even deeper.
He chuckled, keeping the pressure gentle but persistent, his fingertips skittering in small circles. "Come on, let it out. Bet your students would pay to see Professor Thompson like this." The tickling lasted a handful of seconds before he eased off, giving her a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving as she shot him a playful glare.
"Not fair," she managed between residual chuckles, her nervousness still evident in the way her eyes darted toward her bound feet. "I'm helpless here."
Jake grinned, shifting his position slightly to target her stomach next. His hands moved to her midsection, fingers wiggling lightly over the fabric of her shirt, probing the soft spots around her belly button. Sarah burst into fresh laughter, her abdomen contracting as she tried to curl up, but the restraints held her stretched out flat. "Oh god, hahaha, not there either! You're evil!" She squirmed, the giggles turning into full-bellied laughs that echoed in the room, her face lighting up with a mix of embarrassment and reluctant enjoyment.
He kept it up for a bit, varying the intensity to draw out more of those infectious sounds, before sliding his hands to her sides, squeezing gently along her ribs. "See? You're handling it like a champ. What's the big deal with your feet, anyway? You act like they're made of glass." His tone was curious, almost challenging, as he worked her sides, making her writhe and laugh harder, tears starting to form at the corners of her eyes from the effort.
Sarah gasped for air between fits, her voice shaky with laughter and a growing edge of anxiety. "Because... hahaha... they're insanely ticklish! Worse than anything. I told you, fresh pedicure and all. Don't get any ideas, Jake. I'm serious!"
After a few more squeezes that left her breathless and giggling, he moved his attention lower, his fingers now grazing above her knees, pinching lightly at the sensitive areas just above the joints. She kicked her bound legs as much as she could, which wasn't much, her laughter turning sharper and more desperate. "No, no, hahaha, that's bad too! You're getting too close to forbidden territory!"
Jake paused for a second, his hands lingering just above her knees, then slowly began inching them downward toward her socked feet, his eyes locked on hers with a teasing sparkle. He moved deliberately, building the suspense.
Sarah's nervousness spiked, her eyes going wide as she watched his fingers creep closer. She yanked at her ankle ties, trying to pull her feet away from his approaching hands, her voice rising in a mix of protest and laughter-tinged panic. "No, don't you dare! You promised!"
He shook his head with a sly smile, his fingers hovering inches from her soles now, descending slowly. "I don’t remember promising anything, Sarah. You just got me so curious. I’ll be gentle."
Jake's fingers made their slow, inevitable descent, finally brushing against the soft fabric covering her arches. He began with the lightest possible strokes, his nails grazing in wide, lazy circles over her socked heels. Sarah's right foot twitched immediately, her toes curling inward trying to cover her sole for protection, while her left foot pushed forward, as if going behind him would shield it from his fingers.
A gasp slipped from her mouth, quickly dissolving into a stream of bubbly giggles. "Hehehe! Jake, come on, no! Not there!" she protested, her amused voice laced with a rising panic. She was acutely aware of how her socks were providing protection, and how easily that protection could be taken away. Her body strained against the paracord, arms tugging downward and legs yanking toward her torso, but she was held firm, stretched out helplessly for him to play with.
He kept at it, adding his soft touches to the heel of her other foot and earning a yelp from Sarah as she tried to contain her laughter. Yet it built steadily, growing from soft chuckles to sharper bursts. Her feet reacted wildly, scrunching up tight one moment, then spreading out flat the next, as if her body couldn't decide whether to hide or fight . "Hahaha! Oh god, not my feet! Please, you promised!"
"I don't remember promising anything," Jake replied teasingly as he increased the pressure just a bit. He was using two fingers, moving them in a walking pattern up and down her arches. She kept trying to jerk her feet back repeatedly, but the restraints kept them in place as her ankles dug into the couch while she screeched from the new sensation.
Her giggles turned into full-throated laughs, her chest heaving as she twisted on the couch. "Jahahake! Hahaha! Stop, you're killing me!" Despite her insistence, there was no trace of anger in her voice and she sounded surprisingly exhilarated, even playful.
After what felt like an eternity of those maddening strokes, Jake's fingers paused, hovering his hand near the lip of her sock by her ankle. He hooked the edge with his thumbs, starting to roll it upward ever so slowly, revealing the pink tinged skin of her heel.
Sarah's eyes locked on his hands, widening in horror as her flushed face changed. "Wait, no! Jake, please, don't do that! Leave the socks on, okay? I'm not kidding! Please, anything but my bare feet! Come on, maybe... maybe next time we play, oh god, I'm not ready!" Her pleas tumbled out in a rush, a desperate edge creeping in as she tried to twist her ankle away. She felt the cool air against the thin sheen of lotion still lingering from her pedicure. Regrettably, Sarah had slathered it on right after the salon, then slipped the socks over top, trapping the moisture and leaving her skin incredibly soft.
He didn't stop, peeling the sock up inch by inch until her heel was fully exposed, the moisture giving it a subtle gleam. His fingertip descended as she babbled, tracing a single, swirling line across the bare skin. The direct contact sent a shock up her leg, replacing her words with a shriek and causing her to involuntarily jerk against the ropes.
"Fuck! Hahahaha! No, put it back! Oh god, oh fuck, haha that's - that's way worse without the sock! Please, Jake! PLEASE!" She squealed, her soles involuntarily scrunching, wrinkles forming in the soft skin, but not quite reaching the heel as she tried to shield it. Uncontrollable laughter poured out of her and her whole body clenched as she pulled against the cords.
Jake gave it a few more light swirls, watching her wide eyed expressions with a grin. Continuing the same pace of gentle tickling for a bit as he continued verbally teasing her. Suddenly, his face changed as he let up, "Awe... Sarah, I forgot to set the timer. This whole thing doesn't even count yet."
Sarah blinked through her lingering giggles, hope flickering in her expression. "See? Haha, it's been five minutes already for sure! Let's just say it's done, right? No need to add any more time."
He shook his head, fishing out his phone. "Nope, rules are rules. It has to be official." He tapped the screen, starting a five-minute countdown. "There we go. Now we're really starting."
She huffed, her eyebrows knitting in disbelief before her face changed and she couldn't stop a smile from appearing on her lips, undermining her indignation. "That's cheating! You're just dragging this out on purpose. I ought to kick you out for that," her grin becoming more playful.
"Dragging it out? You mean giving you more of what you're secretly enjoying?" he shot back, eyebrow raised.
Her cheeks flushed deeper. "I do not!" She looked him defiantly, continuing, "Fine, whatever. Let's get this over with." Sarah playfully wiggled her feet at him as if daring him to continue. "It wasn't even that bad anyway. But 5 more minutes only!"
Jake laughed, taking the invitation. He resumed peeling the sock higher, exposing her lotion slicked arch now. His fingers moved in, two of them tracing parallel lines up and down from her heel to her arch, slow and deliberate. Her feet flexed under the assault, toes curling tight as her laughter erupting anew. "Ahhh! Hahaha! No, not there! Oh god! Be gentle!" To her dismay, she realized that when he went over especially sensitive spots, she couldn't help but spread her toes out wide and flex her feet out, which only left them more vulnerable.
He kept going, varying the pressure, sometimes light flicks that made her soles wrinkle in defense, other times steady drags that forced her feet to spread out, exposing more sensitive spots. She pulled so hard at the bindings that at times her body arched off the couch, laughter mixing with squeals that echoed through the room.
"You know," he said over her laughter, sliding the sock up to reveal the ball of her foot, "we play this game with some of the other moms and when they get this card for the first time, they all freak out just like you. Begging us to stay away from their feet, it just gives us an idea on where to focus."
"Hahaha! You do this to everyone? And they kehehep playing the game? AHAHAAA NOHOHO JAKE!" she let out a scream at the end of her sentence as his fingers made their way to the newly exposed balls of her feet. The feeling of him gently scratching her soles was too overwhelming for her to speak, and she couldn't control her feet as her toes spread out and back, allowing Jake to leisurely dance his fingers over the newly exposed area.
Chuckling at the desperate look no her face, Jake replied, "Yep, and for some reason, they always have a pedicure for the next time we play." He continued walking his fingers up and down her soles, giving the balls of her feet a break as he returned back to the arches and heels.
Sarah's face burned as she imagined herself returning for another round. "Well - hehe - I wish I'd skipped mine today!" His hands found its way to the sock protecting her left foot. "NO oh GOD ahahaha! Don't take that one too!"
He ignored her protests, rolling the sock up to expose the heel, then arch, then ball, as she continued begging. "Please... Just leave it on!" Then, to finish the ensemble, he pulled both socks all the way off, finally exposing Sarah's perfect red painted toes, which wiggled in the air.
"Wow Sarah, these are the prettiest I've ever seen." Before she could respond, he dragged a finger all the way up her sole, prompting a shriek.
"Jake, I know what you're thinking," she whispered shakily, "but you can't! Please, they're so ticklish. Anywhere but there"
Seeing the look in her eyes, Jake calmed her fears with a wink, "Don't worry professor, I just want to see them. I'm having enough fun as it is"
Both soles were now bare, their pale skin tinged with pink. Sarah relished the break Jake was giving her, even if it was just a moment, but it wasn't long before he started again, working his fingers up and down her soles.
Her giggles came spilling out, squeals punctuating as she thrashed and pulled. Jake locked eyes with her, enjoying her beautiful smile and the defiance in her eyes as she tried to hold back. His fingers moved back up to her arches, and in response her toes spread open, giving him full access. "Hahaha No! Not there! I can't take it on both!"
Smirking at how quickly she started begging again, he asked, "If you can't take it, why are you spreading them out to make it easier for me?"
"I can't help it!" She cried out. As he moved even higher, she pulled hard against the ropes, "Hahahaha fuck you're driving me insane! How much time is left? Please just stop tickling me!"
Jake let this continue, his fingers exploring every inch of her exposed soles—dragging nails along the outer edges, fluttering fingertips across the centers, even dancing them suspiciously close to her toes. Time stretched, the room filled with her breathless pleas and laughter, her body tugging rhythmically at the restraints. He fiddled with his phone mid-scribble, turning the timer off. "Whoops, timer reset itself. Must have bumped it. We might as well start over for the full five."
Sarah's eyes flew open, a protest bubbling up through her laughter. "What? Absolutely not! You totally did that on purpose! Ahahaha stop it! Are you going to let me go or not?" She was trying to muster up her stern professor voice, but it was difficult when a stream of giggles sputtered from her mouth. A glare tried to form on her face, but the sparkle in her eyes and the smile on her face undermined it. "Please Jake, untie m- AHAHAAAA." Jake tactically cut her short with a bit more intense of scribbling where her arches met her heels
"Untie you? I know you're loving every second. This is probably the most fun you've had in weeks," he countered, his fingers not missing a beat as they spidered up her arches.
"I'm not! Hahaha! I hate it, I swear! I’m never playing this game again!" she shot back, though her tone carried a hint of playfulness, her struggles not as frantic as they could have been.
"Oh yeah? Then why haven't you yelled for me to stop for real? Admit it, Sarah, you’re having a good time too." He switched to gentle, feathery strokes across both balls of her feet, making her soles spread wide involuntarily.
She shook her head, laughter choking her words. "You're delusional! NOHOHO NOT THERE AHAHA! I'd rather... rather be doing anything else right now!"
"Delusional, huh? Come on, we both know you’re gonna be playing again in a few weeks." He emphasized his point with more intense clawing along her heels, causing Sarah to scream and thrash for a long few seconds, breathing heavily once he stopped.
"Fine, maybe it's... not the worst thing ever," she conceded grudgingly, hoping to avoid those deeper scratches being repeated. She flushed a little as she imagined herself submitting her feet to Jake again, maybe dressed up a little next time, showing a bit more skin and having another fresh pedicure.
She shook herself out of the daydream "But don’t expect them to be so soft next time,” she lied. “Hahaha! Okay, okay, fine, you can keep going, just keep it gentle and stay away from my toes!"
Holding eye contact, Jake kept spidering his fingers and asked her, “Someone’s being a little defiant right now, why won’t you just admit you like it?”
Truthfully, Sarah was barely managing to keep her composure and was trying to save face. She scrunched her nose at him, stuck out her tongue, and said, eyes gleaming, “Why don’t you make me?”
Jake grinned, taking her words as permission to press on. He intensified the tickling slightly, using all ten fingers now and a little more pressure to rake up and down her bare soles in unison. Her feet reacted with a frenzy of movement, scrunching so hard the skin changed color, then splaying out flat, toes fanning wide. Her feet remained in this position as she involuntarily exposed her soles, much to Jake’s delight. She was thrashing and pushing against the restraints helplessly, her feet remaining in place for him to play with.
She squealed louder, her laughter turning into deep, belly-shaking guffaws that left her gasping. "HAHAHA! Oh my god, no more! PLEHEHEASEEE, Jake, it's too much!"
He maintained the intensity for what seemed like ages. Her hair was wildly clinging to her face and flying everywhere, her laughter interspersed with pleas that grew hoarser but no less fervent. "HAHAHA! Seriously, enough! I can't... NAHAHAH THE FEEEEET!"
Yet he didn't let up, his fingers dancing tirelessly over the slick, sensitive skin, drawing out every burst of laughter that filled the air between them and driving her wild. He watched as her toes remained spread, the last place he hadn’t breached, but her soles were his playground, and he explored them thoroughly.
Jake kept the pressure on, his fingers raking in long strokes from her heels all the way up to just below her toes. Her soles were slick, soft and moisturized with that lingering layer of lotion, like his nails were skating on ice. Sarah's feet couldn't stay still; one moment they'd scrunch up tight, and the next they'd splay out flat, toes fanning wide as her body betrayed her, exposing even more skin to his relentless assault. She thrashed on the couch, her laughter shrieked out in uncontrollable waves, her hips bucking against the restraints while her feet were held captive.
"HAHAHA! JAKE, STOP! I NEED... I NEED A BREAK! PLEASE, OH GOD, I CAN'T... HAHAHA... NOT MY FEET!" Her words came out in frantic bursts interrupted by squeals. She yanked hard at the paracord around her wrists, her arms straining as if they could somehow pull her free, but it only made her more desperate.
He didn't slow down, switching to a lighter, fluttering technique with all ten fingers, like butterflies dancing erratically over her slick arches. "A break? Come on, I'm barely even tickling you. These feet of yours are just begging for it." Her ankles dug into the couch cushion, trying to twist away, but his touch followed, ripping fresh squeals from her throat. "You know, everybody else I get like this? They can handle way more than this before they start cracking."
"THAT'S... HAHAHA... THAT'S NOT FAIR! PLEASE, JAKE! NO MORE! I'M GONNA DIE! AHAHAHA STOP!" She twisted her torso, her hair whipping across her face, sticking to the sweat beading on her forehead. Her feet kept up their frantic dance, scrunching and spreading in rapid succession, toes curling inward one second and flaring out the next, as if her body was at war with itself.
Jake chuckled, his fingers now tracing teasing spirals around the balls of her feet, watching her soles react in response. "Alright, tell you what. If you admit you like it I'll give you that break. Hell, I'll even untie your hands so you can have a drink. Deal?"
She shook her head wildly, laughter choking her defiance. "NO! HAHAHA! I DON'T... I DON'T LIKE IT! YOU'RE... AHAHA... YOU'RE CRAZY! PLEASE, JUST STOP!" Her feet splayed wide again, involuntarily inviting more of the torment as his fingertips spidered faster, dipping into the tender hollows of her arches. She pulled at the ropes with renewed vigor, her whole body trembling, but the stubborn spark in her eyes held out, even as tears welled in her eyes.
He ramped it up, using his fingers to press and scribble all over her soles with more pressure. "Come on, Sarah. We both know the truth. Say it, and you get your break." Her laughter hit a fever pitch, deep guffaws mixing with breathless pleas, her feet scrunching so hard the skin turned pale before spreading out flat once more.
"FINE! HAHAHA! I LIKE IT! OKAY? I LIKE IT! NOW STOP! PLEASE!" The admission burst out of her, muffled by her own hysterics, her face flushing a deeper red as she admitted it through the chaos.
But Jake didn't stop right away. Instead, he grinned wider, his fingers maintaining their merciless dance. "Oh, really? That took you long enough. But since you were so defiant about it, here's a little punishment: Tell me you want me to keep going after your break. Say it nice and clear."
"WHAT? HAHAHA NO! THAT'S... THAT'S NOT TRUE! AHAHA PLEASE!" Her soles were helpless under his assault, toes spread wide as she tried to shield them, but the sensation was too much, forcing them to remain fanned out. Laughter poured from her in waves, her body arching off the couch.
"Say it, Sarah, or we keep this up all night."
"OKAY! HAHAHA! I WANT YOU TO KEEP GOING AFTER MY BREAK! THERE, I SAID IT! NOW STOP! PLEASE!" The words tumbled out in a rush, her voice cracking with laughter.
He let it go on for another full minute, his fingers exploring every slick inch of her soles with feather-light flicks and steady strokes, drawing out squeal after squeal as her body writhed and her laughter filled the room. Finally, he eased off, his hands pulling away as she gasped for air, her chest heaving, residual giggles bubbling up in the aftermath. "There you go. See? Wasn't so hard."
Jake stood, reaching for the paracord around her wrists and loosening the knots with quick, efficient tugs. Her hands came free, and she flexed her fingers, rubbing at the faint red marks while still catching her breath. He poured a fresh glass of wine from the bottle on the coffee table and handed it to her. She took it eagerly, gulping it down in one long swallow. A few drops spilled onto her chin, and she wiped them away with the back of her hand, letting out a shaky laugh.
"God, I needed that," she said, setting the empty glass down and leaning back, her bound ankles still keeping her feet in place. She glanced at him, a mix of exhaustion and amusement in her eyes. "So, how often do you guys actually play this game? I can’t imagine anyone risking ending up like that too often."
Jake sat on the edge of the couch, smirking as he refilled her glass halfway and took a sip from his own. "Depends. Sometimes once a month, sometimes more if everyone's free. Why? Already planning our next session? I bet you'll show up with another pedi. My favorite color’s black by the way."
She rolled her eyes, but a smile tugged at her lips as she accepted the refill and sipped it more slowly this time. "Hardly. This was a one-time fluke. And don't get any ideas about my feet. They're off-limits next time. If there is a next time."
"Oh, there will be," he teased, leaning in closer, his hand casually resting near her knee. "You just admitted you like it."
She swatted at his arm playfully, her laughter lighter now, free of the hysteria. "Shut up. That was under duress. Doesn't count."
"Counts to me," he said with a wink, setting his glass down and picking up the loose ends of the paracord. He dangled them in front of her, raising an eyebrow. "Ready to get back to it? You did say you wanted me to keep going."
Sarah hesitated, glancing at the ropes and then at her still-exposed feet, which twitched slightly in the air. She sighed dramatically, holding out her wrists with exaggerated reluctance. "Ugh, fine. A deal's a deal, I guess. But ONLY because I said I would,” punctuating the last sentence with a look.
He chuckled, wrapping the cords around her wrists again and tying them securely to the couch leg, pulling just tight enough to stretch her out once more. "Whatever you say, Professor. Now, where were we?"
