Tickle-ist1
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When second semester started we had a new, 24 year old student-teacher that taught our class named Ms. M. She had the face of Sabrina the teenage witch, with brown hair, and a big bosom to accompany her. On the first day she handed out index cards and asked all of of to write her a question. Well, I decided to ask the question, thinking that she was just going to write back later. But oh no, she had to share them in class. And when she got to mine she said, "'Are you ticklish?'" Everyone started to laugh as they turned to me to look at my embarrassed countenance. The worst part is though she didn't even answer it! I was like 'dammit!' So i didn't pursue anything else tickling related until I it was the last day of school. I thought to myself that I needed to get it done. As everyone was leaving after a gruesome final when the bell rang I walked over to her and said, "Let me give you a hug for teaching me so wonderfully." She smiled and said, "Oh that's so sweet." She got up to give me a hug, trying to place her arms under mine when I said, 'Oh no, mine go under for the 'special hug.'" Then she asked as her arms wrapped around my neck, "What's the 'special hug?'" At that point my arms were wrapped around her sides, so I began to squeeze. It was music to my hears as she began to roar with laughter, but she could not escape the grasp. "Stop it! Stop tickling me!" She cried, and then managed to push me away. "So you ARE ticklish." I concluded. "Yes, I'm very ticklish." She replied. Since everyone had already left, I then decided to go for it all and asked, "You wouldn't mind if I did it again, would you? Since you're leaving after this year and I'll probably never see you again?" My heart was pounding out of my chest for the reply, and it didn't stop when she just put her hands on her hips and with a half-stern look and half grin said, "Fine, but you know you're not allowed to." I said nothing else as I reached for her tummy and began to scratch it with my fingers. Her serious look began to fade as she started to giggle and then pushed my hands away. I thanked her for her ticklishness, gave her a real hug, and left, knowing that I had just crossed something off my to-do list: tickling a teacher!
