At the Stairwell

**following Arjeet’s trail

I was eagerly waiting for Arjeet to come back so I could explain myself and convince him it was just a tease. His partner was already in a daze due to my little performance and was oblivious to what was going on between me and Arjeet. I frantically tried to find out from him where Arjeet was, but he had no clue.

Out looking for Arjeet and glancing in each possible direction, I was wandering the college corridors and hallways. I walked outside and spotted his bike, which assured me that he was still nearby. I go back inside searching everywhere and finally when I took the corner stairwell taking the longer route heading back to the main hall; to my surprise I saw him by the second floor steps. He was smoking perilously and entire stairwell of the second floor corner was abused by the smell of cigarettes.

Being agitated by him, who forced me to look frantically all over the place I snatched the cigarette from his hand and threw it away. He said nothing, ignored me and rushed his way back to the hall leaving me stranded by myself. I could not hold my frustration with his behavior anymore, so I followed him back to the hall and dragged his unsettled self back to the stairwell. I cornered him demanding what was so troubling.

He finally gave me a provoking look and said “Why don’t you go back and show your belly to my partner instead of wasting your precious time with me?” I just couldn’t hold my laughter and found his behavior adorable; I tried to express my assurance that it was just a modest joke to irritate him. And also jogged his memory to remind him that I tried to do the same thing with him, but he objected to the fact that it was just for a few quick seconds and that too from a distance. I continued to explain that I cannot change what happened and if it was any other day I would have done the same thing for him instead of his partner. He insisted me to prove it.

His eyes were staring me down. I take a deep exhilarating breath and moved my saree’s pallu to the side, pointed him to look at my exposed belly. Thoughts were bouncing all over my head, trying to figure out this unsolved mystery of who got what they desired, was it him that wanted this or was it my desire to be in this position since I woke up in the morning? While my head was struggling to balance my thoughts, I felt his warm touch on my waist and I unguardedly take a step back. I was unable to response, my nerves were frozen. Seeing me take a step back he steps closer to me, my body was trying to fight his mild aggression by continuing to step back. He didn’t stop inching closer and I was able to feel the intensity in his movements. I found myself in a very vulnerable position when my body made a gentle collision with the wall behind me. My body forced itself to sink deeper in the wall when he held my arm just below my elbow and with his other hand he purposefully raised my hand to place my index finger on my lips. I knew I had surpassed the vivacious teasing days I use to enjoy prior to that very moment and what I was about to experience was far beyond anything I could fathom.

My mind was alerting me to escape by walking away, but my inner voice was holding me back when he slowly placed his palm on my wavering belly covering it like a blanket. A flooding sensation rushed through my body which was helplessly triggered by the notion of liberating all my inhibitions. I felt shackled realizing what I was about to experience. I subconsciously placed my hand over his hand to give my brain a chance to fully comprehend the situation. His touching my belly like that was different in every way I could possibly think or had experienced before. For the first time I was able to embrace my overwhelming sensation and feel like a completely matured woman.

I was not in my harmonious state of mind anymore, time had stopped for me. It was a moment of wishful nervousness. I could sense his hand moving across my quivering belly, stroking it across with his fingers along with a mild touch of his finger nails which felt like strokes of a paint brush on my belly. Trying hard to assimilate all the feelings, my world was slowly turning upside down as he evidently expressed his admiration for my already blushing navel. His index finger was strolling across the lining of my blouse giving my skin a neurotic sensation. Lifting my head higher I arch my body in a rhythmic motion slowly closing my eyes. I could feel his index finger very slowly descending downwards, increasing my anticipation of the effortless journey it was making towards my anxious navel. It was that inevitable moment when his finger finally stirred into my navel; my emotions exploded within my body when I felt that thrust of his finger galloping my entire navel. Even though my heart was beating at an unusual rate, I felt I was paralyzed in that moment. As sincere his finger was while entering my navel, it unleashed its fluttery movements making me squirm in vain to escape his assault on my navel. In an attempt to cope with the heightened sensation at that moment, I try to hesitantly stop his finger from dancing inside my navel. His actions were causing a flurry of waves up my spine when he lowered his body trying to familiarize himself with my vulnerable and exposed belly.

Adoring my belly with his crafty remarks, Arjeet held my waist with both his hands. The moment he anchored his grip firmly on my waist, my belly was not mine anymore and it profusely desired to become his slave. I could feel his breath relishing it’s warmth on my audaciously bare skin. I was still contemplating his moves when he planted his first kiss on my belly, my eyes closed as I didn’t have the courage to open and witness the air around me. I savored the moment and stored it close to my heart.

His slow and aspiring kisses on my belly quickly turned into a frenzy of kisses, which didn’t even give my belly the opportunity to record his pace with my brain. I succumbed to his wish and allowed his desirable lips to unleash a flurry of kisses along with mild sporadic touch of his sensual tongue licking my captivating belly. Breathing heavily, my belly tried its best to adapt the rhythm of intermittent thrust of his face against the superficial surface of my belly. I perceived his small pause, when he pulled me closer and sited a long persistent kiss just below the lining of my blouse, it froze every nerve in my body, next kiss slightly below that, another one slightly below. My heart was pounding faster than it ever did as I was anticipating a few more kisses before he would reach my navel. He continued his kissing across my belly when my entire focus was drawn towards him reaching my navel. I could not hold my composure any more and ineffectively try to slightly raise my torso as a reminder for Arjeet to give my navel the same recognition he was charismatically giving to my belly. Even if I tried, I would have not been able to count the number of kisses he was showering on my belly, which were mercilessly close to my navel and yet miles away.

I somehow managed to hold myself as best as I could in that situation, only to witness my navel slowly developing an ego which was going to be beyond my perception. I deliberately, but cautiously rub my hands behind his head without alarming him, who was perilously still kissing my uncharted belly. I cleverly drift his head towards the center of my belly and shrewdly tilt its angle directing towards my heavily throbbing navel without mercy. It finally was the moment when I felt his breath relishing it’s warmth in my restless navel. A momentary pause and there it was, a long awaited but passionate succulent kiss on my navel. My head exploded in multiple different ways not able to completely understand the state of my mind, it was that defining moment that changed me forever. Standing there with my motionless body, I anxiously was holding his head against my belly. I was undoubtedly discovering the true devilish nature of my navel. Adapting myself to my newly unearthed navel fetish, I allow Arjeet to swallow my navel with all his might while his soothing yet sensual tongue continued to unleash its love in all the profound corners of my navel. With every gentle yet punishing flutter of his tongue inside my navel, I helplessly aspire for more and more.

Just when Arjeet had positively mesmerized and battered my navel, we heard uninvited sounds coming from the stairwell below, which ruthlessly resulted in disrupting the moment I was having with him. Nevertheless, I cherished every minute I spent with him on that infamous stairwell that inconspicuously changed my life, only to lead me to an unstoppable path from which I never looked back.