Malini’s Adolescent Navel

Malini, an adolescent, felt delighted and thought her navel would expand now that she had entered puberty. She insisted on wearing her half-sari with her navel showing during her puberty party. She was reprimanded and somehow restrained by her aunt Vanitha. Thanks to her friends her friends Sudha and Ramya, there were rumours spreading that she attended puberty because her navel was played with. After the event and the ceremonies, Malini was desperate to speak with her aunt . Due to the work, her uncle was already dozing off. Vanitha was also getting ready to sleep.

“Aunt Vanitha, are you getting ready for bed?” Malini enquired.
“No”, answered Vanitha mockingly, “I’m going to meditate”.
“No,” Malini answered with a smile, “I want to talk to you a little bit.” If you’re feeling worn out, let’s chat tomorrow”. Vanitha enquired, “What is it about?”
The soft-spoken Malini responded, “No, you told me that once I reach puberty, you will answer my questions. That’s what I intended to ask you”.
“Okay Malu ma, it appears you won’t be leaving me any longer,” Vanitha replied. “Okay, I’ll tell you now. But please refrain from interrupting and give me time to finish”. Malini was excited to hear her out.

“You are now a grown-up,” Vanitha said. “Everything will gradually become clear to you. But I’ll tell you a little bit about myself. Every person, male or female, has the tendency to be sexually attracted to something or someone, which will serve as a trigger. Some individuals experience it when they view, read, or touch something. It is possible to touch live or non-living things, as well as occasionally one’s or another’s body parts like the ears, nose, arms, or legs etc.,

It’s my navel for me. Because of your uncle, I only realized this after getting married. He loves nothing more than my navel. He started noticing me before we fell in love, and one of the reasons was because of my navel. I eventually grew to like it as time went on. At home, I started to wear my sari, showing my navel, and occasionally peeking to torment him. I would adore his kisses, games, and enjoyment of my navel. Vanitha paused for a time, her face turning pink from nervousness, and she had a sly smile on her lips.

She continued, “This is not just about lust but some kind of love that you may find difficult to understand in this age. This is my story. I don’t know if you were able to understand everything I said, but this is the truth, and that’s the way it is. Now, without asking any questions, please go to sleep Malu ma. I am exhausted”. Vanitha went to bed and immediately fell asleep.

Malini was dumbstruck. It was too much information for her to process, but she understood how her aunt has kind of adapted to her husband’s navel love and wondered if she too could find someone who would adore and admire her navel. Thinking about this, Malini too fell asleep.

From the next day, Malini was looking out for anything and everything that dealt with navels. She started watching a lot of movies from the village’s touring talkies. The 1990s were a golden period in Tamil cinema for many movies had scenes or songs involving actresses’ navels. Madhubala’s navel poked with a sword for a song in the film Gentleman (1993), Nagma’s navel omelette scene from Lovebirds (1996), Roja’s honey-filled navel from a song in Vallal (1997), and Meena’s navel-jiggling belly dance from a song in Muthu (1995) were some of the many that were famous and trending.

Even a historic period film like Siraichalai (1996) had a titillating navel scene in a song. Even Tamil magazines had lot of navel exposing actress photos and navel related jokes too. Malini was in cloud nine. With her hormones running wild, she was enjoying every bit of it and amazed at how the female navel was being portrayed beautifully in movies. Slowly, she started to pleasure herself in private thinking of these scenes.

Exams were over. Her annual holidays started. But she was eager for the reopening since her uniform will be a half sari known as pavadai thavani. She was eager to wear it to school. In the holidays though, Malini was in total naughty mode. She used to insist her friends Ramya and Sudha for navel related games. However, they kind of become hesitant from the day, she reached her puberty, and in some way they were not fascinated about navels as Malini was.

One day, she tried on one of her aunt’s old half sari. She was feeling heavenly and excited. She showed it to her aunt and she was too was happy and emotional to see her little girl growing up into a woman. After lunchtime, her uncle and aunt left to the nearby town market for shopping. Malini was napping under a tree behind her house, an ant had fallen from the tree on her skirt. Due to the wind, her pallu was fully open with the cool air brushing her navel. The ant slowly started crawling upwards and reached her tender stomach region. Then it did it’s charm and preyed on the soft fleshy area near her navel. She woke up with a smile and felt the pleasureful pain. The ant continued to travel around her navel and kept biting her.

Finally, when it reached her navel hole, she got up and pulled it out of her navel. She felt pain in around her navel and it became worse.

After they had returned, her aunt checked her stomach and found it was reddish and swollen. She did an instant home remedy. She made her lie down and got some honey. Malini soon realized what was about to happen as she has seen in movies and became excited in her mind. Her aunt poured a small bit of honey into Malini’s navel. She felt the honey filling her navel and the feeling was heavenly.

Vanitha started massaging her navel and stomach slowly. Malini almost was turned on, closed her eyes, was breathing heavily and she was feeling a different sensation all over her body especially between her legs.

It was both pleasureful and disturbing. She slowly bit her lower lip and embracing this feeling. Malini was unknowingly experiencing her first “Navel Orgasm”.

Vanitha asked, “Honey will reduce the inflammation and improve the healing…how are you feeling Malu ma?”. Malini responded in a moaning kind of tone, “It feels so good!!!.”. Vanitha noticed the unusual response but did not ponder much.

The next day morning, the reddishness got reduced. Subsequently, it got healed in a few days. Malini now happy that her navel is fine, started exploring new ways to get her navel played to get that wonderful sensation.

Her uncle and aunt had a farm where lot of chicks in their farm were being bred for meat and eggs. She used to secretly take few small chicks and go to river bank behind their farm. There won’t be much movement of people. She used to put grains or seeds in her navel and will make them eat it from her navel. She would enjoy the poking of their small beaks and small chick legs around her tender navel. Some used to even jump on her navel like it was a soft bed.

She came to know from the the village’s old lady who does home remedies that castor oil can be used for stomach pain or body cooling. With her recent puberty as an opportunity, she would deliberately complain about frequent stomach pain and insisted her aunt to give her a castor oil navel massages frequently. Her aunt was getting more doubts about her activities.

In between this, she also tried to have a look out for any navel slips/peeks from the women whenever she roamed around in the village. However, nothing of which she spotted came close to her aunt’s voluptuous belly and chubby deep navel. She realized now why her uncle is so attracted to her Vanitha’s navel.

One fine day, she came to know from a neighbor that he had to put nearly 12 vaccine injections on consecutive days around his navel region for a dog bite. Now Malini’s dirty mind went a little over the top. She decided to find a stray dog and intentionally provoke it with a stone so as to get it to bite her in the arm. So that she can have her navel poked with the syringe needle daily for 12 days. “What a heavenly feeling it would be made”, Malini said to herself.

It was a Sunday. She lied to her aunt that she is going to play with her friends and went to the back streets of the village’s market, where there would be few stray dogs. It was a secluded area. She reached the spot and found only one dog lurking into the market’s garbage. She found a stone and pelted it on the dog. It turned and started barking. On hearing the barking, a lot of dogs came from nowhere and they were all looking starved and ferocious. Malini started become a bit frightened as she is alone and realized slowly maybe it was a bad idea. Before she could think, all the dogs started marching towards her very fast. Malini became terrified and started screaming and running only to be tripped by a small puddle of mud. The dogs almost reached her and when one of them jumped, she closed her eyes in fear and heard a loud whacking noise of a stick. One of the dogs was hit and fell back. She then heard a shrieking high whistle sound. Then all of the dogs started to back off and run away. She turned and was shocked to find her aunt Vanitha with a silambam stick on her left hand and whistling using her right hand fingers. She chased away the dogs. Malini was almost in tears but then Vanitha came and gave a tight slap to her on her cheek. It was so hard that Malini became startled for a second.

Vanitha shouted with anger, “Maluuu. You stupid brat. We are struggling so hard to give a good education to you and you are lurking around to get navel pleasure. What? Do you think I am an idiot? I know everything that is going on. I have crossed your stage only Malu. I realized you were doing something behind my back. So I have been following for a while now. I knew all of it but did not ask anything as I knew you were an adolescent girl, it is natural to do things like this.”

She continued, “But what would have happened if I have not come today. Leave out being hurt, what if you were killed by these dog bites. We could have lost you. I had already lost one child. I know that pain. I don’t what to lose another. Do you even understand that?”. Malini was in tears and responded,” I am sorry aunty. I…”.

Before Malini could continue, Vanitha broke down to tears and told, “I think it is my mistake. I am the one who pampered you a lot. I am the one who told you about my navel. Hereafter, no sports, no movies, no newspaper, no magazines for you. Most importantly, no talks about the navel hereafter. Your focus should be only on studies. If you don’t obey any of it, then you may not see me alive. That is it”. Vanitha walked away and was not ready to hear anything Malini wanted to say.

Back home, Malini kept crying the entire night in her room. More than the slap, her aunt’s words hurt her more. She has never seen her aunt with this much anger before. Her aunt was not speaking to her properly after that incident. Malini was uncomfortable to see her aunt not speaking a word with her. Even though, her uncle realized there was something going on between them and tried to make amends, both of them were not willing to open about this to him as he will become more angry and hurt. She also noticed that aunt was not letting her uncle touch or play with her navel as they usually do. This was kind of creating quarrels between them. She has never seen both of them quarrel. She thought due to her fault, her family’s peace is getting affected. She became very depressed and felt that her navel desire has to die. She had no one to share it with too. Her holidays came to a sad end.

The school reopening happened. Malini wore the pavadai thavani school uniform for the first time. She could not enjoy it. She wore it above her navel. Her eagerness was burnt by her aunt’s words that day. Classes started. It was the English class. The principal announced to the class that a new faculty from the private school in the nearby town will be taking it from this year. He called her. Entered a tall, fair woman in her early 30s wearing a bright red sari and sleeveless blouse with a book and a phone in her hands. She had free-flowing hair with fancy earrings, high heels which no one in the village have seen before. But Malini noticed one major thing, she was wearing her sari in low-hip with her deep navel peeking out occasionally as her pallu swayed to the airflow from the windows.

With a husky tone she started, “Good Morning class…I am Ritu Mahesh and I am your English teacher from today…”

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