Insethades3441
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Naomi and Troy were on vacation together, enjoying the warm sun and the soft sand between their toes. They had spent the entire week relaxing and having a great time, but Troy had developed one big hobby: tickling Naomi. Every chance he got, he would poke her in the ribs or tickle her underarms. As they lay together on the beach, Naomi had finally had enough. It was time to get him back. “You act like you’re not ticklish,” Naomi said, looking at him with a challenging gaze. He leaned back confidently, his muscular arms folded behind his head, his shirt creeping up just enough to reveal his six-pack. “That’s because I’m not,” Troy replied nonchalantly, grinning widely at her. “I can handle it, unlike you.” “Uh-huh,” said Naomi, her eyes glinting with a plan. She knew this was her chance to prove that even Troy had his weak spots. “I’d like to test that.” Troy rolled his eyes and chuckled softly. “Go ahead; you won’t find anything.” “Okay, then take off your shirt, and we’ll put it to the test,” Naomi said. Troy complied and laid down on the beach towel.
With a determined look, Naomi scooted closer, deciding where to start tickling him. She chose his feet, as she knew that was a sensitive area for most people. She’d seen it before: when someone claims they’re not ticklish, it’s often just because they haven’t been touched in the right spots. She slowly removed his sandals and started lightly running her fingertips over the soles of his feet, where most people would scream with laughter. But Troy stayed completely calm, his grin unwavering. “My feet? Seriously? That does nothing,” he said with a wink. Naomi frowned and tried harder, her fingers gliding over his arches, along his toes, and even between them. But Troy remained unaffected, looking at her nonchalantly, as if she was barely doing anything. Frustrated, she tried a few more new moves, but nothing seemed to work. “Okay, you’ve made your point, but luckily, there are other spots,” Naomi said, determined not to give up.
She decided to try another place that was often ticklish if someone could withstand foot-tickling. “How about your underarms?” Troy shrugged. “Be my guest.” Naomi let her fingers slide up to his underarms, first gently stroking, then pressing a little harder and moving faster. She watched his face, searching for any reaction. His eyes stayed closed, his breathing steady, as if he was even a little bored. “Seriously?” Naomi couldn’t believe it. Even here, he wasn’t reacting. “You’re like a block of ice.” “Maybe I’m just not that sensitive,” Troy said with an innocent smile. “Tickling just doesn’t work on me.” Naomi paused and thought for a moment.
Maybe she should try a different ticklish area on his lower body. She moved to his muscular thighs. “How about these guys?” she said. “Give it a try,” Troy replied. Naomi started softly tickling his thighs, and for the first time, Troy started to move a bit and even smile. “Now I’ve got you,” Naomi said. But Troy quickly stuck out his tongue, saying, “I’m only smiling to tease you.” Naomi looked disappointed. Could he really not be ticklish? “Wow, are you finally giving up?” Troy said. “Like I said before, I’m just not ticklish. You’ve tried over and over, and all your tests have only proved that I was right.” “Lucky for me, we’re not done yet,” Naomi said, getting increasingly determined. She hadn’t even tried his midsection.
She had to try a new strategy, and her eyes fell on his muscular torso, which she hadn’t touched yet. She decided to tickle his ribs, and for the first time, there was a hint of a reaction—he started to squirm a little. “Oh, so you are ticklish, Troy?” Naomi teased. “Nope,” Troy answered firmly. He seemed to still be holding it together, even as she moved to his sides. She tickled his sides as much as she could, and though there was more response than from previous spots, he still managed to hold it together. “I can see I’m getting close. Your midsection is definitely one of your more ticklish spots,” Naomi said. “Not at all; I’m not laughing,” Troy claimed. Time was running out for Naomi. She needed to find his breaking point with only a few tickle spots left. Her eyes landed on his stomach, which hadn’t been touched yet, and his navel, which caught her attention. Troy had a navel that slightly protruded, possibly due to his strong muscles, and suddenly Naomi had an idea. If that wasn’t a sensitive spot, she didn’t know what would be.
She slowly lowered her fingers and began to stroke his belly gently, moving over his muscular skin. At first, Troy stayed calm, as he had before. But as her fingers moved closer to his navel, Naomi noticed something: a tiny, involuntary muscle twitch. “Hey, what was that?” Naomi asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Is this... a weak spot?” “No,” Troy quickly replied, but there was a slight hesitation in his voice that hadn’t been there before. Naomi smiled broadly and focused on his navel, her fingertips circling the edge. And then it happened: Troy’s stomach began to twitch, and his muscles contracted involuntarily. He bit his lip, clearly trying hard not to react, but Naomi could see it now. This was it. This was his weak spot. “Oooh, now I’ve got you,” she whispered triumphantly. She began her attack in earnest, her fingers moving carefully but quickly around his navel. Troy was still trying to act tough, but it was getting harder for him to stay still. His stomach tensed with every touch, and his breathing quickened. “Okay, now you’re really nervous,” Naomi said, her fingers sliding over his outie. “Still not ticklish, Troy?” “I... I can handle this,” he muttered, but his voice was now noticeably shaky. His stomach started twisting wildly, and when Naomi gently pressed her nails into his navel, he broke completely. “HAHAHAHAHA! NOOOO! NOT THERE!” Troy’s laughter burst out, completely overwhelmed by the intense tickling sensation in his navel. “STOPPPPP! NOT MY BELLY BUTTON! HAHAHAHA!” “I thought you weren’t ticklish?” Naomi teased, continuing to tickle his navel. She looked at his face, now red with laughter, his eyes tearing up from the fun and the effort to push her hands away. “OKAY! YOU’RE RIGHT! I GIVE UP! HAHAHAHAHA! I GIVE UP!” Troy finally shouted, trying to pull himself free.
Naomi finally let go of his navel and sat next to him, self-satisfied. “See? Everyone has a weak spot.” Troy lay exhausted on his back, still grinning. “Yeah, yeah... you win,” he panted, still trembling slightly from the ticklish sensation. “But you found the cheating spot.” Naomi giggled and shrugged. “I call it smart play.” Troy laughed and said, “I’ll get my revenge and find all your ticklish spots... as far as I don’t already know them.”
With a determined look, Naomi scooted closer, deciding where to start tickling him. She chose his feet, as she knew that was a sensitive area for most people. She’d seen it before: when someone claims they’re not ticklish, it’s often just because they haven’t been touched in the right spots. She slowly removed his sandals and started lightly running her fingertips over the soles of his feet, where most people would scream with laughter. But Troy stayed completely calm, his grin unwavering. “My feet? Seriously? That does nothing,” he said with a wink. Naomi frowned and tried harder, her fingers gliding over his arches, along his toes, and even between them. But Troy remained unaffected, looking at her nonchalantly, as if she was barely doing anything. Frustrated, she tried a few more new moves, but nothing seemed to work. “Okay, you’ve made your point, but luckily, there are other spots,” Naomi said, determined not to give up.
She decided to try another place that was often ticklish if someone could withstand foot-tickling. “How about your underarms?” Troy shrugged. “Be my guest.” Naomi let her fingers slide up to his underarms, first gently stroking, then pressing a little harder and moving faster. She watched his face, searching for any reaction. His eyes stayed closed, his breathing steady, as if he was even a little bored. “Seriously?” Naomi couldn’t believe it. Even here, he wasn’t reacting. “You’re like a block of ice.” “Maybe I’m just not that sensitive,” Troy said with an innocent smile. “Tickling just doesn’t work on me.” Naomi paused and thought for a moment.
Maybe she should try a different ticklish area on his lower body. She moved to his muscular thighs. “How about these guys?” she said. “Give it a try,” Troy replied. Naomi started softly tickling his thighs, and for the first time, Troy started to move a bit and even smile. “Now I’ve got you,” Naomi said. But Troy quickly stuck out his tongue, saying, “I’m only smiling to tease you.” Naomi looked disappointed. Could he really not be ticklish? “Wow, are you finally giving up?” Troy said. “Like I said before, I’m just not ticklish. You’ve tried over and over, and all your tests have only proved that I was right.” “Lucky for me, we’re not done yet,” Naomi said, getting increasingly determined. She hadn’t even tried his midsection.
She had to try a new strategy, and her eyes fell on his muscular torso, which she hadn’t touched yet. She decided to tickle his ribs, and for the first time, there was a hint of a reaction—he started to squirm a little. “Oh, so you are ticklish, Troy?” Naomi teased. “Nope,” Troy answered firmly. He seemed to still be holding it together, even as she moved to his sides. She tickled his sides as much as she could, and though there was more response than from previous spots, he still managed to hold it together. “I can see I’m getting close. Your midsection is definitely one of your more ticklish spots,” Naomi said. “Not at all; I’m not laughing,” Troy claimed. Time was running out for Naomi. She needed to find his breaking point with only a few tickle spots left. Her eyes landed on his stomach, which hadn’t been touched yet, and his navel, which caught her attention. Troy had a navel that slightly protruded, possibly due to his strong muscles, and suddenly Naomi had an idea. If that wasn’t a sensitive spot, she didn’t know what would be.
She slowly lowered her fingers and began to stroke his belly gently, moving over his muscular skin. At first, Troy stayed calm, as he had before. But as her fingers moved closer to his navel, Naomi noticed something: a tiny, involuntary muscle twitch. “Hey, what was that?” Naomi asked, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “Is this... a weak spot?” “No,” Troy quickly replied, but there was a slight hesitation in his voice that hadn’t been there before. Naomi smiled broadly and focused on his navel, her fingertips circling the edge. And then it happened: Troy’s stomach began to twitch, and his muscles contracted involuntarily. He bit his lip, clearly trying hard not to react, but Naomi could see it now. This was it. This was his weak spot. “Oooh, now I’ve got you,” she whispered triumphantly. She began her attack in earnest, her fingers moving carefully but quickly around his navel. Troy was still trying to act tough, but it was getting harder for him to stay still. His stomach tensed with every touch, and his breathing quickened. “Okay, now you’re really nervous,” Naomi said, her fingers sliding over his outie. “Still not ticklish, Troy?” “I... I can handle this,” he muttered, but his voice was now noticeably shaky. His stomach started twisting wildly, and when Naomi gently pressed her nails into his navel, he broke completely. “HAHAHAHAHA! NOOOO! NOT THERE!” Troy’s laughter burst out, completely overwhelmed by the intense tickling sensation in his navel. “STOPPPPP! NOT MY BELLY BUTTON! HAHAHAHA!” “I thought you weren’t ticklish?” Naomi teased, continuing to tickle his navel. She looked at his face, now red with laughter, his eyes tearing up from the fun and the effort to push her hands away. “OKAY! YOU’RE RIGHT! I GIVE UP! HAHAHAHAHA! I GIVE UP!” Troy finally shouted, trying to pull himself free.
Naomi finally let go of his navel and sat next to him, self-satisfied. “See? Everyone has a weak spot.” Troy lay exhausted on his back, still grinning. “Yeah, yeah... you win,” he panted, still trembling slightly from the ticklish sensation. “But you found the cheating spot.” Naomi giggled and shrugged. “I call it smart play.” Troy laughed and said, “I’ll get my revenge and find all your ticklish spots... as far as I don’t already know them.”
A sequel would be welcome. 
