Amy stretches out on the bed, getting comfortable. She is lying face-up, defenses lowered, shoes removed. You see your chance to tickle the sweet girl. You casually straddle her midsection, which causes a surprised Amy to ask,
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing"
You respond, still trying to be causal as you gently slide your hands onto Amy's rib cage. She lets out a yip of ticklishness, but then stares back at you with blue eyes. You grin down at her,
"Amy, are you ticklish?"
"No"
Amy stammers, not wanting you to know about how ticklish she actually is.
"Are you surrrrre?"
You tease, gently rubbing the sides of Amy's torso.
"Yeshahaha!"
Amy tries to say, through obvious giggles of ticklishness. She tries a feeble, girly push to remove you from her body. You just begin poking her ribs, one by one, going up and down.
"Thattickleshahahahaha!"
Amy protests, trying to keep the smile off her face but failing miserably. You just grin down at her as you suddenly dig into her rib cage with your fingers.
"AHAHAHAHAHA!"
Amy shrieks, squirming under you. You slow back down the tickling to just gentle pokes, which still has Amy giggling. Now what?
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