From: nogarder@ix.netcom.com(*** )
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: The First Time (mf, teen)
Date: 15 Feb 1996 23:17:49 GMT

			    The First Time
				  by
			      Courtesan

	I'd like to share my first experience with tickling as a form
of "entertainment". At first glance, this may not seem like a very
sexy activity to most people. I certainly never thought of it as a
very enticing form of fore play before an old boyfriend of mine and I
discovered it can be VERY effective. Especially when it's done right.

	I was eighteen years-old and a boy I'd been dating exclusively
for almost a year was over at my house. We were laying on the living-
room floor watching T.V. and my parents were at the back of the house
in their bedroom, asleep. I was laying on my stomach, with a pillow
under my chest to prop myself up so I could see the television. Gary
was sitting up against the couch with my feet in his lap. I was
wearing a pair of yellow, baby- doll pajamas under my big, fluffy
terry cloth robe.

	We were watching a show with stand-up comedians on it, and
once in awhile, one of us would giggle at a clever or funny remark
that was made by one of the performers. Gary started to massage my
feet (I LOVE getting a good foot massage!) and I laid my head down to
stretch and relax. He continued to rub and caress my feet and then he
began to drag his nails slowly up and down my soles. I immediately
snapped out of my hazy half-snooze and giggled a little noisily. I
playfully kicked out at him and rolled over onto my back. He raised
his index finger to his mouth in a shushing motion. He said, "You
don't want to wake up your parents."

	"Just keep giving me that massage, it felt so good I was
almost asleep."

	"Okay, turn over back on your stomach, and I'll give you the
best body massage you've ever had."

	I did as I was told and he started to stroke my feet again. He
would start at my toes and make little circles with his thumbs all
over the bottom of my foot. When he finished with one he moved on to
the other. Once in awhile he would slip one of his fingers between my
toes, eliciting a muffled chuckle. After manipulating my feet and toes
for awhile he started to move up my legs.

	He slipped his hands under my robe and began kneading both of
my calves at the same time. Every now and then he would hit upon a
particularly sensitive area and I would respond by squirming and
moaning. "You like that, huh?" (As if he needed to ask!) He slid his
hands over the back of my knees and I jumped and tried to get up.
"What's the matter, sweetheart, does it tickle?" he asked with a
wicked little grin.

	"You'd better stop or I won't be able to keep quiet any
longer!" I gasped.

	"But I haven't even gotten to your back yet, take off your
robe and lay back down. I promise to be good."

	We got up on our knees facing one another and he started to
help me out of my robe. When it was down around my elbows he grabbed
me and gave me a long deep kiss.

	"I know that this isn't the time or the place, but I really
want to make love to you."

	"We CAN'T my parents are only a couple rooms away, and you
know that I can't keep quiet!"

	"Okay, tonight we'll just play, but you have to promise to
come to my apartment tomorrow night when I get off work and let me
finish what we've started. Deal?"

	"Deal," I answered him.

	As soon as I got situated on the floor again he straddled my
back and sat down on my rear. He started to gently rub between my
shoulder blades and he worked his way down my back making slow,
delicious circles. When he got down to my waist, he snuck his hands
under my pajama top and slid them up my sides to my armpits. He
wiggled his fingers and I pushed my face into the pillow and started
to laugh. When I finally had to come up for some air, I turned my head
to the side and said, "Oh, P-PLEEEASE ST-STOP!"

	"Why should I?" he asked in a sexy little whisper.

	"Because it tickles!" I moaned.

	"That's what makes this little adventure so much fun!"

	"Hey, you promised to behave," I reminded him.

	"Promises were made to be broken!"

	And with that he grabbed my sides and started to dig in with
his fingers. I squirmed and wiggled but I couldn't escape. I was
trying to be as quiet as I could, but laughter started to bubble
uncontrollably out of me. When it started getting too loud he let up a
little and turned me over on to my back.

	He was still straddling me so I couldn't get up. He took hold
of my wrists in one of his hands and held them above my head. As he
bent over to kiss me again he slid his other hand up my shirt and
began to tickle my ribs, just lightly scraping them with his nails. I
was laughing, and squealing with pleasure and he was muffling it with
his mouth. I was so excited that my panties were soaked through. He
spread my legs so he could lay down on top of me. I could feel him
through his jeans and he was grinding himself into me while he tickled
my ribs and my sides without mercy. This was maddening! I was moaning
and groaning so loud I thought that I would surely wake my parents.

	"Do you still want me to stop?"

	"No, but you probably should, you're driving me out of my
mind!"

	He let go of my wrists and put both of his hands under my
shirt. His fingers walked up my tummy, making me gasp and try to turn
away. "HAHAHAHA S-ST-STOP!" I pleaded. But he just kept dragging his
fingers in little patterns all over my tummy and my chest. One of his
hands started to tweak my nipples and he used the index finger of his
other hand to tickle my belly button.

	He must have been able to tell by looking at me that I was
about to scream because he leaned down and covered my mouth with his.
He started to stroke my nipples softly with the pads of his fingers
and he attacked my belly button by putting his finger into it and
wiggling it in little circles. By this time I was totally out of
control, I was thrashing around under him, begging him to stop.
"Please, OHHHH, PLEASE! You've got to stop, I'll do anything you want,
if you'll just leave my belly button alone, that's just too much. I
can feel it in the bottom of my FEET when you do that!"

	"Really, you'll do ANYTHING I want you to if I just stop doing
THIS?!!" He poked his finger into my belly button again and I gasped
and shoved my face into his shoulder to muffle my pleas for mercy.

	"Yes, anything you want, anything at all! Just stop tickling
me there!"

	"Okay," he said wickedly, "take off your panties."

	"NO! Are you crazy? Do you WANT my parents to catch us doing
this?!!"

	"You did say ANYTHING I wanted and that's what I want. I'm
either going to get to make love to you RIGHT NOW or I'm going to do
THIS all night, TICKLE, TICKLE!!!"

	"Okay, HAHA-OKAY!!! STOP!! Please, please, PLEASE STOP!"

	He let up long enough to take off my underwear and undo his
pants and push them down around his hips. He entered me slowly,
letting me savor each wonderful sensation. When I was completely full
of him he began to move in circles, grinding himself into me, fully
stimulating every sensitive part of my nether regions.

	I pleaded with him to move faster, to push harder but now he
was torturing me with pleasure. "Mmmmm, please, oh God, oh my God, I
can't take any more."

	"Shhhh, you'll take it as long as I want you to." He slid his
hands down my sides and began to rub my hips lightly with his finger
tips. I started to wriggle and chuckle between my moans of pleasure
and my pleas for "More, more, oh don't stop! That tickles but it feels
so GOOOOD!!"

	"So, you like being tickled there while I'm fucking you, huh?
Well, what if I get you HERE again?!" He lifted himself up just enough
to squeeze one of his hands between us and he poked my belly button
again. I arched my back and thrust against him as I began to cum for
the first time, I had to bite my own hand to keep from screaming with
laughter and ecstasy.

	Just as I was on the downhill side of my orgasm he pushed his
hands under my rear and pulled me against him. That sudden movement
triggered another climax in me and I was so overly sensitive from all
the tickling leading up to this that I could actually FEEL him explode
inside of me. We brought ourselves down to earth slowly by kissing and
caressing one another until we could move to put our clothing back in
order.

	We spent the next couple of hours snuggling and recuperating
until he had to go home. Believe me, I kept my promise and he found me
waiting on his doorstep the next day when he got off work. But that's
another story.