Ticklish

Scott kissed Beth full on the mouth and held it there. She responded and her kiss turned into a nibble and light tug on his lower lip. He stretched his arms around her generous hips, kneading handfuls of the softness on her backside. They held each other closely, and where they touched one another it was warm and promise filled. There was a tug from the collective rubbing of denim on denim in their pelvic regions. Scott thought of that as good friction.

It was the first thing they always did after he pulled into the gravel driveway and she opened the porch door.

Beth wasn't Scott's girlfriend, and he certainly wasn't her boyfriend. She'd said as much a few weeks past when he hinted that maybe they should define things 'a little better'.

'I'm a new teacher here, and this is Nowhere-ville. I like you, Scott and I'm your friend. Well...' she bit her lip and half-smiled 'More than a friend. But people talk here and the last thing I want is having my neighbors ask about my sex life all the time.'

He'd pointed out that the same car pulling up every Friday with an out-of-town guy and parking overnight would probably generate more talk. Beth just got her Look. She set her jaw in that hard way, pursed her lips and glared. Scott wondered if she used it on the bad kids in class. That was bad friction.

So he hadn't brought it up since, and he didn't want to bring it up now. Whatever they had, she kept calling every Thursday, asking him back, and both of them were obviously enjoying it . That night he began to enjoy it even more when Beth slid a thick white arm in between them and worked her hand down the front of his jeans. That was also good friction.

She was a big girl, Beth. Not the kind who got aggressively pursued in a bar or counted up in a list in some locker room. But Scott didn't mind that. He knew he had his own flaws. A few acne scars, a receding hairline, a tooth out of place. So rather than numbering her flaws, he found in Beth's appearance a certain honest lustiness; all the more so since she obviously enjoyed his attention.

She wasn't fat, or at least not to his eyes. She was 5 foot 10 inches in heels, just even with him... OK, maybe a half inch taller. Beth had a big frame, with plenty of flesh to fill her button-down dress blouses and black slacks. Her butt rode high toward the waist and had a slightly more flattened profile than most girls her size, giving her a long-legged quality that he found alluring.

She had buttery-blonde, soft hair down to to her shoulders and bedroom blue eyes. Her features were pretty, if full and with just a hint of a double chin. He liked to put his hand under there and stroke softly just before pulling in for a kiss. And she had a wicked, tempting smile, perhaps enhanced by his knowledge that she was a middle and high school music teacher.

They'd fallen into bed together the first night she invited him up, after weeks of exchanging emails, late-night chat sessions and finally several nervous, giggly phone calls. It was worth every minute of the 90-mile drive. For a girl who'd claimed she'd be shy at first meeting in person, she'd turned out to be all aggressor once they began kissing.

But for all that, they hadn't actually had sex. There'd been much fooling around, much caressing even the removal of tops and pants. She'd taught him to finger her, which he was both grateful for and enjoyed. But she'd quite wanted to go there, even when he'd said he wanted to make love.

'I want to, but I also don't. Do you know what I mean?' She'd smiled when she said that, but it had kind of cut anyway, despite the fact that she'd been massaging his cock with a handful of Curel at the time. Scott reflected to himself that it might not cut so much if he didn't belong to that awkward, unspoken club of over-21 virgins.

So they'd continued to have fun, but last weekend there'd been a slightly stale edge to it all for him. Beth had firm but gentle hands and an eagerness to get him off. But he supposed he wanted something... more.

With a whump they landed on Beth's bed. Still grappling, massaging and petting. She had a sweater on tonight, and peeled it off after pulling away for a moment. 'So, was your drive OK?' She asked.

He shrugged with body and voice, making a low half-growl, half hum in the back of his throat.

'You could answer!' She said, then seeing his distant look 'What? Is something wrong?'

Scott looked back at Beth. She looked good in the half-light of her bedroom, with the shades drawn and her eyes wide. Now that the sweater was gone, her only top covering was some kind of black, lacy tight-fitting vest in place of a bra. It lent a smooth, silky quality to her torso and contrasted nicely with her pale skin.

There was an excited but slightly edgy quality in her expression. He didn't really want to say yes, which would turn into an explanation of why and then they would potentially have it all out again.

He was flushed, keyed up from driving, horny from a week's expectation and the rubbing of their bodies and with just an edge of boredom. So he did something he hadn't done in any of their previous encounters.

He jabbed a hand in between her arm and torso and tickled while he snaked his left arm around her back.

Beth let out a sound somewhere between gasp and giggle and recoiled sharply. Scott held on and continued to tickle. He had long, bony, perennially cold fingers. They'd caused Beth to gasp – not without pleasure – before.

Now she seemed to be fighting off deep belly-laughs at the same time as she pursed her lips and squinted and pummeled him – not too violently – in the shoulder. Scott wasn't deterred. Now he tickled with both hands as she tried to scoot away across the bed, and he angled his neck to plant a kiss on her lips again.

As he came in for the kiss, he noticed Beth was sucking in air, as if she'd just survived a near drowning. At the same time, she locked her elbows in to her body so he couldn't tickle in her armpit. It was then he noticed a more turgid quality to the flesh of her arms, a tautness. The white, exposed skin of her arms and belly had acquired a slightly different tone, a certain sheen. Her breasts seemed strangely more... buoyant? And her nipples, which had already been erect, poked like tent poles at the fabric of her top.

Now she was pushing him, both arms still locked in tight. He still found her lips, but the contact was brief as she pulled away.

'Don't do that.' She hissed. 'I'm really ticklish.'

'I can see that.' He said with an amused edge and a smile. 'But doesn't it feel kinda good?'

'A little, but... I don't want to lose control.' She was serious.

He was puzzled by something in her voice.

'Do you mean like... pee or something?' He was slightly embarrassed, forgetting the odd visual cues for an instant. 'I mean, I'm sorry... I didn't think that would happen.'

She looked at him with what seemed like a torn expression. She didn't say anything for several beats, but brushed some strands of that wonderful hair away from her face. She blinked.

'Um. Not like that.' She brandished a milky white bicep at him, slightly flexing. 'Feel that.'

He didn't mind. He thought she had sexy arms, but they did look odd. He was used to seeing more jiggle in the meat there, but it was suddenly very tight as if she'd been doing lots of toning push-ups on a regular basis. But the shape wasn't quite the same. It wasn't lean; rather it protruded.

He found it kind of exciting, and wrapped his fingers around it, drawing them slowly over her arm. At the edge of his hearing, he thought her perceived a soft little squeak. And it didn't 'give' quite right; there was a resistance there he hadn't noticed just a couple minutes before.

Beth smiled a little at the gentle rubbing, but tried to retain her sternness. For Scott's part, as much as he liked it he was faintly disturbed.

'Uh, your arms are... uh, different. What did I do?'

'Tickling just does that to me. It always has, since I was a kid. So that's why I don't want you to do it.'

Scott was no PhD, and this definitely exceeded his public university Biology 101 class.

'Is this some kind of uh, condition?' He lamely ventured.

She thought for a moment.

'I don't know. Maybe. My parents told me not to talk about it to anybody.' She paused, remembering. 'There was this time when I was eight that it happened at school cause this kid kept tickling me at recess and I got real big. It was crazy. Some guy from outside the school had to come in and talk to the whole class about it, and the teacher had to leave the room.'

'Anyway, nobody tickled me after that and it always would go down again after a while.'

He thought for a moment.

'Well, I guess it's kinda weird, but... uh, everybody has something, right? So, it's OK.' He reached a hand out for her shoulder.

She frowned.

'Oh I'm so glad you're OK with it. I don't need your reassurance. I've been this way my whole life. I'm used to it. Just don't tickle me.'

He pulled the hand back and was in the process of forming an apology when she grabbed it and pulled it back toward her.

'I didn't say stop! You can touch me. Actually, it kind of feels better after this happens... I just can't lose control.'

Studying her again in the half light, he liked the way she looked. He'd always gravitated toward the voluptuous and this was kinda better. He circled his thumb around her shoulder now in an explorative fashion. She closed her eyes with an mmmm sound.

He brought up the other hand, stroking her side gently. She bucked slightly, but settled herself with a wordless purring. Now she was reaching a hand down the front of her own panties and rubbing.

He moved his right hand from the shoulder toward her thigh, which he now saw shone like the skin on her arms. He only briefly skimmed that inviting expanse before she grabbed his hand and guided it over the lip of her underwear, until he touched that warm wetness. She smiled at him and knew what she wanted.

They rolled over as he went to work, and they kissed and they rubbed. For a few moments, things were wonderful again, as Beth gasped and moaned and Scott was content just to be the cause of it.

He reached back for a handful of her generous ass, this time finding it almost too taught to get any purchase. But Beth squealed at the touch, which excited him further. But he was starting to feel that frustration again. Wrapping his arms around her, he drew himself along her front, rubbing himself against her zaftig figure. It didn't fulfill; his body wanted more.

He sat up. 'This is really fun, but do you wanna... you know? I mean, I'm really ready.'

She laughed a little. 'I'm not gonna fuck you tonight. I don't have any condoms, and I don't really feel like it. Maybe another time.' Then, seeing him begin to pout, she slid a hand into his boxers.

'Oh, come on baby, it's OK. Let's just play some more.'

Scott, rigidly turned on, ever unable to resist her smirk and seeing no way to put his foot down without causing a bigger rift in their quasi-relationship swallowed his frustration once again. Besides, she was grasping his cock and pumping, and that wasn't so bad, was it?

Saturday morning came trickling through the window shades in Beth's bedroom. Scott found himself lying on his side, his left arm tucked under Beth's shoulder and numb from the circulation being squeezed out of it as they slept. Though it was slightly painful, he stiffened as he eyed her.

She was still... swelled, which he found freakishly erotic. The rounded expanse of her cheeks, covered by sleek black underpants practically winked at him. He draped his right arm over her and pulled himself in close, thrusting his against her.

She laughed. 'You're horny alright.'

'How could I not be, looking at you?' He answered in a sleepy voice.

'Awww. When you say things like that, you sounds sooo... lame.'

It wasn't said with real contempt; her voice was only slightly mocking. But the tone reminded him of being ten and trying to kiss his teenaged babysitter. He withdrew.

In a more neutral voice, she said 'Oh, come on. Let's get up and have some breakfast!' As she pushed herself off the bed, he waited for a few moments. Food did sound good though.

Breakfast was pancakes with plenty of syrup and margarine, and relatively fresh orange juice. Beth cooked, but Scott helped, and shortly they were eating on the couch.

Time passed. They watched some episodes of 'CSI' on DVD. The food was long eaten by the time the second was finished. The overstuffed green couch was comfortable, almost curling itself about them. Scott had draped an arm around Beth and she in turn lay curled against him, and he was content enough again to venture a kiss. It wasn't a long one, but it wasn't a peck either, and it evolved quickly into a cuddle with mutual caresses.

Then Beth stood up. 'Let's take a shower together.'

Though Scott was aware that this happened between men and women, her matter-of-fact declaration caught him slightly off guard. In some strange corner of his mind, he imagined himself awaiting a white formal invitation arriving in the mail with the words "You are cordially invited to share the honor of bathing erotically with..."

Then he laughed and stood up and hugged her. 'That sounds really good.'

They walked back to the bedroom, which adjoined the modest bathroom with its surprisingly large full length glass shower. Just big enough for two.

Scott stripped off his own clothing with a few deft motions, and suddenly realized that here was Beth, naked before him. Once again, it was something he'd anticipated on some level but never seen. He stole a furtive glance before realizing he didn't really need to be furtive at all.

She was slightly shorter than him as he stood there, and so he looked down and then up along her body. Her skin had a slightly pinker coloring to it in the light of day. It was healthy and inviting.

Her belly was still slightly protuberant. That had never been an issue for him; he'd always enjoyed rubbing his hand along it's softness and kissing it. But now, like the rest of her, there was a slight tautness to it and it seemed to ride higher. Much like her two generous breasts, which he eyed in a new light.

He was stiffening again when she took his hand. 'OK. Time to wash!' She smiled at him, and this time it was as friendly and innocent as if she were a kindergarten teacher announcing the end of snack break. Which only made him harder.

She led him into the shower and turned the heads. As the initially chilly water beaded up on both their skins, Beth shivered a little and said 'Oooh, that feels kind good.'

Scott shyly answered 'Yeah.' As the water quickly warmed and both of them were drenched, he grew increasingly aware of her naked nearness.

He lathered soap, but only half-heartedly as his lust grew. She turned a smiling glance over her shoulder, her hair hanging wet and slicked back into a long, loose queue. Fuck soap, he thought.

He embraced her from behind and drew her in close, planting his open mouth between her neck and shoulder and applying a gentle pressure with his teeth. His hands slid around, slickly along her front as he carressed her belly, the curve of her side and squeezed her breasts in turn.

His manhood perked up almost of its own accord as he drew in, nestling between her buttocks in a vertical position. He moved himself up and down, the water lubricating the motion.

Everything felt good at this point, but it was Beth who made the verbal acknowledgement. 'Yeesssss.'

It was only a deep embrace and he was puzzled at the level of satisfaction in her voice, until he remembered... She'd said her engorgement made her more sensitive.

He began to kneed her more vigorously and she murmured again, when something animal took over within him. I'll show her sensitive.

He dug his spidery fingers into her sides, tickling mercilessly.

She shuddered and emitted a mixed gasp. In it he thought he perceived shock, indignation and deep pleasure. At the same time, he became aware of a hissing, almost too faint to be heard over the shower. And her pink, healthily-plump body visibly swelled beneath his hands.

Where their midsections pressed together, he suddenly found her bottom inflating (there was no other way to conceive of it) widening and growing outward against his cock. The pressure there was good, but it nearly threw him off balance as it bowed his posture outward, for her waist retained it's shape and indeed was now proportionally smaller than her billowing rear.

He continued tickling, but snaked a hand around to place an exploratory palm around her right breast, which he now found had grown to a diameter like that of a junior basketball. It was oh so much softer though, and smoother, and at this point his fingers found that it had it had a give reminiscent of an air mattress.

In keeping with that analogy, he suddenly noticed her skin had grown shinier still and somewhat more flushed. She wasn't fighting him though. Or screaming. She just quivered, and moaned loudly beneath his grasp. 'OH GOD... that's soooo good.'

He'd stopped tickling. Her skin felt taut there at the side of her ribs, like a balloon inflated to capacity as a faucet ran over it. He drew back slightly to look at her in full.

From behind, she was a vision of decadent voluptuousness. As her wet, now perfectly pneumatic ass caught the light it glistened in a carnal shade of pink. The hourglass curve of her figure had achieved ridiculous proportions he'd never seen outside a Robert Crumb comic. Even her thighs and calves bulged out pleasingly.

Beth was breathing heavily. She turned her torso slightly around toward him and he caught a glimpse of a buoyant, bountiful breast in profile. She met his eyes and looked at him frankly, all anger gone.

'Well, are you gonna finish?' Was all she said.

The words were like a switch. Scott roped his arms around her again, and drew up in back of her. Her legs were slightly parted, and this time his cock slid under. She bent over slightly, placing her left hand on the tiled shower wall. Her right she reached back between her legs and found him down there and guided him into her.

Both of them gasped, but Beth's was electric in its intensity and she shuddered hard in accompaniment. He began to pump. He'd had no real practice at this before, but found instinct and biology to be wonderful guides.

He thrust. He groped with his free hand. He stroked with his fingers. He rammed himself against that wonderful, luxurious, taut backside while part of his mind noted that it had more give than he'd expected. Beth was fairly screaming.

Scott almost screamed himself. Then he thought he heard that hissing again, and noticed that his hands were having an even harder time keeping purchase on her breasts. It wasn't just the water, or the slickness of her tight skin. She was inflating further. Was she ticklish there too? Or was this all just some strange, feverish metaphor for sexual passion uncontrolled?

Scott set those thoughts aside, deciding that he'd rather just get off.

So they rode on at a quick rhythm. He was close now, and he thought she was too... but how the hell could he tell? He'd never done this before. She moaned again, starting low but building. 'Oh, just fuck me, fuckmee, FUCK ME... there.'

He pumped and pumped and pumped as she grew at a slower rate, now visibly pulsating. Reaching limits? Scott thought.

The end was in sight, and their cries were almost climactic. Retaining some sort of judgement, Scott called out 'Do you want me to stop?'

There was a pause, in her voice if not their rhythm, before Beth answered.

'Oh, fuckit.'

And he did. He was finally finished, finally fulfilled. Beth's gasp was almost tormented in its pleasure. There was a strange frrrrzzzz sound as she pulsed outward beneath him once more. He had time for a contented sigh. Then there was a world shattering BOOM.