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Sleepover

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“You sure you don’t want any more popcorn?” Allison asked.

I groaned and flopped down on the couch next to Vera, one hand pressing on my stomach. “No way, I’m stuffed,” I protested, giving my belly a quick pat. Vera clicked play on the remote and the movie started as the rest of the girls all sat down in the other chairs scattered throughout the room. We were all in our pajamas, prepared to have a fun night of movie-watching.

Partway into the movie, Vera looked over at me and raised her eyebrows. “Why are you poking your belly button?” she asked quietly.

I glanced down at my belly - which was bared thanks to my tank top pulling up to expose it - and the index finger that was probing around inside my belly button, and flushed. “Bad habit, I guess,” I whispered back, tugging the hem of my top back down, though it still didn’t cover my entire tummy.

“You’re so weird,” Vera teased, reaching over to tickle my belly lightly. I squeaked and squirmed around on the couch, but Vera continued to stretch over to tickle me. I finally burst out giggling and Vera did as well as she pinned me down with me own body - practically climbing on top of me - and continued to try to tickle my belly.

“Hehehehelp!” I finally managed to get out, looking over imploringly at the rest of my friends. Allison, Molly, and Tia were all staring at us, Allison and Tia looking amused and Molly with a shy blush on her face.

Tia looked over at the other two and shrugged. “Okay,” she said, walking over to the couch. But to my surprise, instead of helping me Tia sat down cross-legged at the end of the couch and pulled my arms up into her lap, pinning them above her head. “There you go, Vera,” she said with a grin.

I squealed when Vera’s fingernails scratched lightly over the pudge underneath my belly button, feeling ten times more ticklish now that I was immobile. “H-hehehey! You wehehere suppose to hehehelp meeheehee!”

“You didn’t specify that,” Tia said smugly as Vera maneuvered into a more comfortable position, straddling my thighs. Allison snickered and stepped over as well; my giggled became slightly panicky when she took a seat at the other end of the couch, right next to my bare feet.

“Ally-eeehehehehehehehehe!” I burst into laughter as soon as Allison started stroking her fingertips over the arch of my foot, her other hand holding my ankle in place. “Thahahat t-tihihihickles!” Combined with the tummy tickling and the fact that I couldn’t move, it was too much.

Molly slowly walked over to join us, kneeling down by the edge of the couch until she was nearly eye-level with my stomach. She cautiously pinched at my side, which she then began to poke and knead at while Vera kept tickling my belly and Allison tortured the soles of my feet.

“Nohohohohoho!” I cried, overwhelmed with both joy and too many tickling sensations. “D-don’t! Stohohohohop!”

“Don’t stop?” Vera asked. “Well, if you insist.” She dug her fingers into the soft pudge of my lower belly at the same time that Allison began tickling my toes. “Tickle tickle!”

I shrieked with laughter and desperately tried to suck my belly in, though there was no escaping Vera’s wiggling fingers; nor Allison’s or Molly’s, for that matter. “NAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

“Aw, does someone have a ticklish widdle tummy?” Vera asked in a high-pitched baby voice. “You’re hilarious, Ryan. I don’t think I’ve ever met anyone as ticklish as you.” A wicked grin spread across her face. “Hey guys, want to know Ryan’s worst spot?”

“NOHOHOHOHOHO!” I screeched as Molly perked up, staring at Vera with interest, and Tia and Allison did the same. “No no nohohohohohohohoho-AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” I broke out in utter hysterics as Vera circled her index finger teasingly around the rim of my navel before plunging in.

Vera swirled her finger around inside my navel, and as much as I tried to pull my belly button down in towards my spine, I couldn’t get away. I screamed with laughter as her fingernail scratched gently at the hypersensitive knot at the bottom of my innie; at the same time, Allison was rapidly squiggling her fingers over the bottoms of my feet and Molly’s clawed hands were raking down my sides. I squeezed my eyes shut, mouth forced open wide with laughter.

“Looks like we know which of your buttons to push now, Ry,” Tia teased. “We knew you were ticklish, but Vera never said you were this ticklish.” She wrestled my wrists together with one hand - which wasn’t extremely difficult, since I was suffering from so much laughter-induced weakness that by then I wasn’t struggling much anyway - and wriggled the fingers of her other hand in my exposed armpit.

Nooohohohohohoho!” I protested weakly, unable to get out much more with how hard I was laughing.

“Can I try something?” Molly asked, a little timidly, her gaze locked on my belly.

Vera shrugged. “Sure.” She tugged her finger out of my navel and reached down to start squeezing at my thighs: an area I hadn’t even considered to be ticklish until then. I watched in nervous anticipation as Molly leaned forward. She hovered over my belly for a moment, staring down at it, before - to my shock - bending her head down and placing her lips directly on top of my belly button.

I hardly had time to scream before she blew a long, loud, wet raspberry right over my navel. Vera, Allison, and Tia all busted out laughing and Molly smiled widely before blowing another raspberry, and another. Tears of laughter began streaming down my cheeks as I suffered through each torturously ticklish belly button raspberry, and my belly was shaking with laughter than had turned silent from oxygen-deprivation.

As if from a distance I heard one of my friends say, “Maybe we should let her go.” One by one, the tickling stopped; first the fingers under my arms disappeared, then the nails on my toes, then the hands on my thighs, and finally, Molly’s mouth left my tummy.

I gasped for air and lay weakly on the couch, not even sure if I could sit up. The muscles in my belly and legs felt like they were made of jelly, and I had a stomachache from so much laughing.

“Ooops,” Vera said, patting my head. “You gonna be okay, Ry?”

I nodded jerkily. “You g-guys - suck,” I muttered breathlessly, too exhausted to even open up my eyes long enough to glare at them.

A hand - maybe Molly’s - touched my tummy and I flinched away before relaxing as the hand began giving my abused belly a massage. “You love us anyway,” Vera said, sounding amused. She rewound the movie and it started to play again, though I drifted off to sleep almost as soon as it started back up, all five of us cuddled up together on the couch.
My tummy woke me up with plenty of grumbling and aching this morning, so I decided to get this written. This actually happened to me the summer before I started college, and it was honestly probably one of the best tickling experiences I’ve ever had (even if it got to be a bit much towards the end). I can’t be sure exactly how long it lasted - it’s not like I was timing it or anything - but I’d say it was around forty or fifty minutes; so almost a straight hour of tickling, and in my most sensitive spots too!

Since I’m addicted to that adorable chibi maker, here’s some chibis I made of me and all the other girls from the sleepover. Just take out the spaces between the links when you type them into the searchbar!
Me: http:// fav.me/d85km3x
Vera: http:// fav.me/d85km1f
Allison: http:// fav.me/d85klu5
Molly: http:// fav.me/d85klwv
Tia: http:// fav.me/d85klza
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I wish i had friends like that, my belly is ticklish too