It was the beginning of something entirely new in his life. Something that was terribly exciting. Melanie was completely unlike any other girl he’d ever met. She was, for one thing, almost devoid of the snappy contempt most women seemed to have for guys in general: she was genuinely sweet and very considerate of his feelings, sometimes putting them before his own – something he adored about her. Add to that the fact that she was a fan of comic books (her current favorite was ‘Aria’, a specialty ‘art comic’ that was produced by a very small publishing house) and a killer competitor at video games (she knew ‘HALO’ inside and out) and Bobaxxfett was beginning to think the Universe had set him up for a major fall.
But it didn’t happen. A lot of the time, they’d be sitting quietly in his own bedroom (the door left open at his Mom’s insistence) and just talk, or play games on his PS-2 (she loved DRAKAN: ANCIENT’S GATE) or look through his comic book collection. She’d bring him over to her dorm she shared with Angela (who would conveniently have studying to do elsewhere) and they’d play on her X-Box or watch TV together.
After a week of this, he was so overcome with the situation, he had to contact his online chat friend about it. He waited for a time when Melanie was not around, and then poured the whole story out.
“So she’s your ‘dream woman,’” said the chat window back to him. “It would appear you have chosen wisely.”
“But I can’t believe it,” he typed back. “It’s like, it’s just too good to be true, you know? I keep thinking ‘something is going to go wrong.’”
“Keep thinking that, and it will,” said the chat window. “Our thoughts and beliefs shape our reality as strongly as anything. 90% of everything that happens to us is created by us. The other 10% is circumstance. Believe nothing will go wrong, and nothing will.”
“I don’t know if I can believe that.”
“Oops…my online girlfriend just came on….”
“Okay…bye…” he typed glumly.
He didn’t know if he could believe in believing in it. But it eased his expectations of doom, and…much to his surprise, nothing bad happened. In fact…some really good things began to happen. She had known, of course, about his fascination with her tummy. They were getting along really well together. So it should have come as no surprise to him that she wanted to encourage that…but it DID surprise him, anyway.
The first incident focusing his awareness more sharply upon HER awareness took place three days into their ‘relationship.’ The had been watching television (the movie had grown boring) together in her dorm room, and it was getting late, and it was hot outside, and the air conditioning wasn’t working….the last problem Mel had solved early by switching to a white peasant top, the sleeves off the shoulder and ruffled, the bottom ending in a light fluff of fabric at the bottom of her ribs, showing a large expanse of her smooth tummy. Almost before he knew it, she had fallen asleep.
He lay there beside her for some time, looking at the beautiful innocence of her face, before turning his attention lower. A thin gold chain of tiny links adorned her waist, and had slipped to a few inches below her navel, an inch or so above the top of the low-cut shorts she was wearing. He watched the gentle rise and fall of her tummy for a while as she lay tangled in the sheets, then he very carefully moved his body until his face was scant inches above that lovely tummy. A light crease down the middle traced a line from her breastbone to the top of her navel. Twin creases down the sides emphasized the soft toned look of her belly – there was muscle there, but supple and softened by the soft flesh around it. The most lovely white expanse of female flesh he had ever seen. Up close, he could easily view her completely adorable navel, and he lowered his face until his lips brushed her tummy and he kissed her bellybutton.
She inhaled sharply and he jerked his head up and back…but she didn’t awaken. Instead, the most delicious transition occurred: her tummy sucked inward deeply as she stretched and moaned a little, her bellybutton stretching until it was a mere slit in the smooth concavity of her belly, and then a gentle ripple rolled down her tummy from ribs to pelvis as she relaxed her belly again….the sleepy stretch concluded.
He bent to kiss her navel again, this time provoking no response from her: she was deeply asleep, her tummy slowly rising and falling again. His lips lightly brushed the rim of her bellybutton, just slightly, and he lay back on his side once more and simply watched her. She was completely beautiful to him.
The next time was MUCH more obvious.
He arrived at her dorm room to find Angela already gone and Melanie greeted him at the door wearing….oh god….wearing that gauzy white peasant top…and low-cut jeans. Her belly, lovely and white and smooth…perfect…lay exposed before him, her navel a dark almond oval in the center of that beautiful expanse of smooth white skin.
She smiled – as much at his reaction as at seeing him, and opened the door. “C’mon in, Ron!” she said, smiling invitingly. As if in a dream, he stepped through the doorway and she shut the door behind him…and then turned and gazed levelly into his eyes as one hand lightly touched his chest…and she pushed him backward carefully, her eyes never leaving his, until he felt the edge of the bed against the back of his legs, and sat down, gazing directly now into the beautiful, mysterious depths of the most gorgeous navel he had ever seen.
Melanie smiled and turned to walk over to her dresser, where she stopped to pick up a book of matches…and lit first one candle, then a second candle, then a small cone of incense. The fragrant smoke began to drift around the room, carrying a scent of sandalwood. Next, she stepped to the window, and closed the curtains. Darkness filled the room, broken only by the soft glow of the candles on her dresser, amplified by the mirror mounted on the wall above the top of the dresser..
She went over to her stereo, and he saw her place a CD in the tray, then she pressed a couple of buttons, and soft music began to play…the alien strains of middle eastern music,…but not the typical fast and happy rhythms of the kind of middle eastern music he’d heard before: this piece was soft, and slow, and very romantic.
She walked over to the mirror again and her step was light and careful, and she was watching him…her dresser was against the wall to his right, facing his left…she carefully wrapped her hands in her hair, twisting it up in bunches in her fists and lifting them up to the back of her head…and her hips began a slow, side-to-side rolling motion….which did the most indescribably beautiful things to her belly that he had ever imagined.
“I started belly dance lessons this week,” she said quietly, still moving her hips in a horizontal figure 8. “I wanted to show you what I’ve learned so far.” She was quiet for a few moments, her hips still rolling to the music, and he felt a terrific tightness in the front of his jeans. “Did you know,” she said, still moving her hips, “that in belly dance, they call the navel ‘the eye?’” He watched as her navel rolled into different shapes….
‘OHHHH’….’UHHHH’…..’OHHHH’…..’UHHHHH’….and agreed with the ‘eye’ analogy privately….while feeling his heart banging in his chest.
She turned away from the mirror and approached him, until she stood directly before him, hands still up behind her head, wound in her hair, and smiled. “I was surprised to find out that I could always do one of the most complicated moves they teach,” she said. Her hips stopped rolling, she closed her eyes and exhaled consciously…and as he watched, hypnotized, her belly pulled in at the top, just under her ribs, and then rolled like a wave down the length of her belly in a sinuous curl, slowly, just like a wave on the ocean, stopping at the top edge of her jeans. It was a reprise of that sleep ripple he had seen a couple days ago as she lay dozing, only greatly amplified here…and far more beautiful. She opened her eyes and smiled at him. “Was that nice?” she asked.
“That was one of the most beautiful things I’ve ever seen,” he said, white as a sheet, and the tightness in his jeans beyond belief.
She smiled and began rolling her hips again…evidently as far as she’d gotten with the basic instruction….and moved forward, standing between his legs, her belly inches from his face….belly gently swaying from side to side, navel stretching and yawing as her hips traced a figure 8….then stopped, and that delicious wave rolled slowly down her belly again, navel riding the crest of the wave like a dark surfboard….it was too much,…it was utterly delicious…
Her hands left her head, allowing her dark hair to cascade down over her shoulders…and he felt her gentle touch on his face as the hips resumed rocking…belly gently swaying….fingers on his cheeks, coaxing him forward…forward…his lips touched the dreamlike softness of warm skin, still moving in time to the music…and the fingers coaxed, caressed….glided behind his head through his hair, gently pushing him forward…and he closed his eyes and pressed his face into the heavenly softness of her belly. Warm and so soft…so soft….her belly rocked softly against his face…and his lips found her utterly gorgeous navel and kissed there, tenderly loving the most beautiful belly in the universe….she sighed, and unable to resist, his tongue came out to push deep into her navel…and her hands pressed against the back of his head, pushing him in, inviting his penetration of her body at this most delicious point of entry. He tasted her for what seemed the first time, as her whole belly shuddered, the hands coming around to caress his cheeks again…stroking along the line of his jaw…
His own arms went around her rounded hips and butt, hands pressing behind her, pushing her belly against his face, as he licked and sucked at her navel. Her hands reached down and caressed his back, as she uttered a deep, soft moan of desire, then went to her own top and pulled it up, exposing her beautiful breasts….
He was on those too, licking and pulling at the nipples, which grew stiff and hard under his lips and tongue….then back to the belly….oh, god, the belly…that most beautiful feature of her whole body. His hands came up to pinch and roll her nipples as his tongue penetrated deep into her navel again…and her whole body shuddered, pressing against him in her desire….her belly pulled inward, in…IN…her ribs arching sharply outward over the concavity of her belly’s sinking deep into her body, the reflex, the reflex of desires fulfilled, as she shuddered, her breath coming in sobs now…and he realized his hand was inside her jeans…his fingers caressing the soft petals of the flower between her legs….and she stiffened, her body spasming…and cried out softly…once….twice….three times….as her climax overcame her……
She fell to her knees before him, tears flooding from her eyes, and her face fell against his arm as she quietly gasped for breath and lay there for a few minutes…he stroked her hair gently, awed at the amazing beauty of a woman in climax…then she lifted her head to gaze into his eyes, and she smiled gently…..
“Now you,” she said.
It was like a dream. She pushed him back down onto the bed and straddled his body with her own…her hands working open the front of his clothes….then her fingers on his skin….warm, so warm….and then, her hand dropped out of his sight, and he felt her grip him THERE….and her hand was so warm…so warm, and ALIVE…she was looking into his eyes again, and as her hand worked carefully, gently and very knowingly, he felt his heart melting at the sight of this beautiful girl, smiling gently into his eyes, while her hands and body made love to him….
She did not remove her jeans, but confined her ministrations to his needs to her hands….and skilled hands they were. She may not have done this very much before, but she knew enough to know what and when and how….
Then, she fell back and pulled him up….he was over her….she on her back, her hair a dark cloud framing her face….and her hand still worked upon him, gently….as she sighed, and pulled her belly in…IN…sucking inward, drawing her belly into a smooth concavity again….and pulled him down until her hand had guided the end of his manhood into the soft pocket of her navel, when he pressed inward, pushing into her soft belly…her hand stroking gently and surely….and closed his eyes and shuddered as his hot love shot forth and filled the cup of her navel, hearing her soft sigh in his ear….his body clenched and trembling as jet after jet filled her navel to overflowing…..and her fingers of her other hand came up to caress his face again….the beautiful, full lips upon his own, kissing passionately as he shuddered through his climax…
He woke up in her arms, both of them laying together on her bed…the candle still flickered dimly in the darkened room, but he could see by the underside of the curtains that it was still daylight out. He lay there, motionless, feeling the gentle rise and fall of her breath…and knowing that he would never be able to let her go…never….
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“I’m in love with her,” he typed. “I am totally, hopelessly in LOVE with this girl.”
“This doesn’t sound exactly like a complaint,” replied the chat window. “Was there anything else?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, you obviously don’t need ME anymore,” replied the chat window, “and a SMART lad would be devoting all his time and attention to his new lady-love, anyway. Here’s a last bit of advice: put her FIRST in all your plans. Off you go, now: there’s a good lad.”
“Wait, wait!” he typed frantically, and felt Melanie’s hands on his shoulders as he sat staring at the screen of his computer in his bedroom. “Wait!”
“What?” The chat window stared back, maddeningly blank.
“Thank you.”
“Ah…..you could have done this all by yourself, you know. All I did was give you a bit of moral support. That’s all anyone in your situation usually needs. You’ll be fine. Get on, now.”
The chat window blinked, and the message popped up that his friend had gone offline. He sat back in his chair, sighed, staring at the screen.
A warm hand gently caressed his cheek. He closed his eyes.