The thump of a car door closing out in the driveway pulled Ron away from his pondering over the script he was working on for his next movie. Which was good, since he’d hit a brick wall with one scene, in particular. He looked back over his shoulder and down the stairs.
“Mel!” he called. “I think Angela is here!”
He heard a yelp of delight from downstairs, and smiled to himself at Melanie’s natural exuberance over the arrival of her best friend. Angela and Melanie had been best friends all through high school and right into college. Now that they were in Grad School, however (Mel in Architecture, Angela in Medical Technology) they were in separate schools – Mel still in Florida, while Angela was doing her own Internship up in Virginia, so a get-together like this was a major event.
He heard Mel’s flip-flops smacking on the stone tiled floor of the downstairs hallway as Mel ran to the door…followed almost immediately by twin squeals of delight and the voices of both girls talking simultaneously – a trick he still couldn’t fathom. He decided to hang up the script for a while and come back to it later. Angela’s arrival was a welcome diversion.
The two girls came into the house still talking, though now there appeared to be brief intervals in the dialogue of one or the other. Each carried one of Angela’s two bags, and both were bent on imparting as much information as possible in the briefest amount of time. Angela was holding forth, momentarily, on her own particular campus and curriculum, as well as the kind of guys she had been dating over the past six months.
Ron came down the stairs and Angela swept over to him and gave him a hug. “Ron, there you are!” she said. For a minute I thought you weren’t here! How’s the writing going?”
He smiled. “Pretty good,” he said. “The studio liked my first draft, so they gave me an advance against the rest of the script. It looks like we might have gotten Howard Falkyn to play the lead.”
“Oh, he’s HOT!” said Angela, giggling and pushing her sunglasses up her nose. “Do you suppose you could introduce us?” She and Mel both laughed and Mel elbowed her. “Ang! he barely knows Ron!”
“Hey, well, you can’t blame me for asking!” said Angela. She laughed again. Ron was completely captivated, however, but her attire: like Mel, she’d opted to wear low-slung jeans
and a belly shirt, hers white with embroidered flowers to Mel’s own dark blue halter top, only her smooth tummy was a creamy white next to Mel’s nut-brown belly. She had deferred from having her navel pierced, thankfully, so her ‘jewelry’ consisted of the natural adornment of her own navel, which was round, as opposed to Mel’s vertically almond-shaped navel, and possessed a charming rim around the top that looked perfect for
placing a finger beneath. Ron smiled, making sure it was only his peripheral vision that took in this delightful sight. The rest of her was almost equally distracting: her hair was a mass of blond streamers cascading off her shoulders and down her back, and her top barely contained her gorgeous breasts, which strained against the fabric SO nicely and offered a top view of her generous cleavage. She had obviously dressed for sun, and he almost though it would be a shame to ruin the beautiful milky complexion of her skin.
“We’ll set you up in the guest room,” said Mel, dragging her by the arm across the kitchen.
“Do you want to go out for dinner? We found this GREAT Italian restaurant!”
“Oh God, no!” said Angela, flashing her huge smile and laughing. “Keep me AWAY from Italian food! I’ll blow up like a blimp in a matter of HOURS…!”
“Well, there’s a nice Thai place not far off,” said Mel as the two trooped up the stairs. “Or we could go over to this really nice Oyster bar downtown…” Their voices faded as they hit the top of the stairs and went down the hallway.
Ron shook his head, chuckling, went and got himself a soda out of the fridge, then sat down at the kitchen table. Oh well…the hellos were out of the way, anyway. The script was going well, and Mel had her best friend in to visit for a week…things were going pretty well, overall. Now if he could just get the sight of those two lovely bellies, side-by-side, out of his mind, he might be able to concentrate enough to get some more writing done later on…
The best thing about having Angela visit, he began to realize, was that it actually helped to create time for him to work. It was quite some time that the two spent upstairs talking, leaving him plenty of time to scrawl notes for the script on the pad of paper he kept next to his place mat at the kitchen table. His mind was only half on the script, though, as he smiled, recalling a chapter of history in his life that had centered around Mel.
The two of them had met at college, as undergrads, but under the most unlikely of circumstances – helped together thanks largely to the efforts of one of Ron’s online chat buddies who happened to be an ‘expert’ at romance, and who had guided Ron’s pursuit of Mel to finally getting them together at the campus library. It had been the first time Ron had actually pursued a girl, and he’d been stunned by the success of it – something to which he had been unaccustomed. Mel had been shy and bookish, thoroughly intent on her studies
for a career in architecture, and had been flattered to have been so avidly pursued by Ron.
Their dating had continued and intensified throughout college, until they both realized that moving in together was really going to be the only option that would satisfy their craving for each other – so that had come about in their Junior year. They had more or less reached the same conclusion independently of each other, and Mel had been thrilled when Ron had suggested it. So, that weekend they moved all of Mel’s things from her dorm room into Ron’s apartment, and then had celebrated by spending the rest of the weekend in virtual seclusion, pausing only to go out for meals, and falling much deeper in love with each other.
Mel, as it turned out, loved the fact that Ron was ‘obsessed’ with girl’s tummies, having always regarded her own as one of her best features, and she went to great lengths to ensure that hers was more or less on constant display for his benefit whenever they were together…which was now virtually all the time, unless one or the other was at class or work.
Ron learned that Mel had preferred since childhood to sleep with her tummy bare, in fact, and typically wore cropped t-shirts to bed along with her panties, and her favorite position for sleeping was on her back with her arms either stretched out above her head, or tucked back beneath the pillow her head rested on…leaving her tummy exposed and open to Ron’s delighted attention.
Those early nights had been almost impossible for him to get any sleep. Mel, on the other had, suffered no lack of sleep whatsoever…her eyes shut in splendid innocence, her tummy gently rising and falling below the valley of her ribs…and Ron, poor Ron, absolutely worshiping that gorgous tummy…sometimes gently stroking it with his fingers, barely a whisper of a touch, but sometimes enough to make her smile in her sleep…other times leaning over to gently kiss her navel and then lay his head softly on her tummy, almost as if
it were a living, breathing pillow…and feeling his heart melt as she would sigh, smile, and put a hand to his hair in her sleep, holding him to her soft tummy as though it was the place where she most wanted him to be. It was heaven.
And over the months, they had grown closer and closer together all the while, sharing their lives and becoming true lovers in every sense of the word. Mel was the first girl who’d been completely open and above-board with him – seemingly possessed of no guile whatsoever and honestly interested in him as a person. And he had come to completely adore her – arranging his schedule around hers and building his life around her, something which she realized a lot of guys would simply not have done. It was a mutual fascination between the two of them. And before long they had realized, at some point, that they were hopelessly in love with each other.
After graduating and taking the job with Universal, Ron had realized that this relationship was the most important thing in his life. He should have been completely thrilled to be picked up by the studios as a script writer, but instead all he could focus on was the fact that he was finally going to be able to earn enough money to keep things comfortably solvent for both of them…and that he wanted to marry Mel more than anything in the world.
This was the point where he stopped taking notes, called upstairs to Mel and Angela that he was going out for a bit, and would be back soon. They called back, Mel asked him to pick up some snack food for later. So he’d gone uptown and actually stepped into a jewelry store, for the first time in his life.
He moved along through the store, taking in the glittering show inside the glass cases, and realizing that he could easily drop as much here as he could have ended up spending on a vehicle – before the sales assistant took pity on him and came over, smiling.
Of course, the fact that she, too, was stunningly gorgeous, helped quite a bit. She took in his budget, his career and his priorities within the first few minutes of talk…then she focused on asking him questions about Mel. That had been the easy part – he was so enthusiastic about Mel that the sales girl couldn’t help but smile, partly in amusement, partly in affection at his obvious fixation on his girl.
She privately found herself envious of this girl she hadn’t even met, so devoted was her boyfriend here in front of her. AND she managed to retain her professional detachment and consider the details of Mel’s personal appearance as Ron described her in great detail.
She shook her head, realizing that this girl was extraordinarily lucky. She considered all the factors Ron had brought in with him, and guided him to a beautiful diamond ring in a silver setting…accompanied by three other matching diamond pieces. The ring was petite enough to look terrific on Mel’s finger, and the whole set was significant enough to remind Ron that this was an investment every bit as important as a new car…probably even more so. He wrote out the check and blinked at the number of zeros after the first number…but he had no qualms about parting with the money, considering what he was gaining as a result – in fact, he’d never felt so light-hearted about dropping a large sum of money in his whole life.
The drive back was just as exhilarating, and after a quick stopover at the grocery store, he headed back to the house, lost in reminiscing again…
“So,” she had asked him one night, as they sat side-by-side, watching the television, “tell me what it is you find so fascinating about tummies!”
The question was a valid one, but he’d never had it asked him in quite such fashion – point-blank and up front. It took a few seconds for him to get a grip and recollect the exact circumstances.
“Well,” he began, his own hand resting on her tummy, and her hand on his, “I was about thirteen, this one summer, and my older sister had some of her friends over for a sleep-over. They were up really late, of course, and were really excited, so by the time they got to sleep, they were pretty tired-out.
“I got up to get some water, and I was walking by the room where they were sleeping. There were, I don’t know, maybe six of them in the one room – a lot of them had brought their sleeping bags over and were, like, camped out on the floor of my sister’s room next to the bed. It was mid-summer, so it was ‘way too hot for those kinds of sleeping bags, so a lot of the girls had opened up their bags and were just sleeping on top of them…and when I walked by the room, I leaned in real quietly to take a look…Two of my sisters friends were in the bed with her, and they had all gotten so hot from sleeping together that they had thrown all the sheets off of them, and my sister’s one friend, I think her name was Janice, had her shirt rucked up around her ribs, leaving her tummy completely bare…and I just couldn’t stop looking at it: it was so soft, and so beautiful…she had this perfect little bellybutton…and she was breathing really deep, so it would suck way in while she was exhaling, and I could see the lines of her ribs up at the top as it sank down…I don’t think I’d ever been so turned on in my whole life, up until that point.”
Mel had looked at him thoughtfully as he explained this whole story to her, and she smiled.
“So, that’s why you like it when I pull my own tummy in,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “and why you are so in love with watching me breathe!” Her excitement and delight were tangible – after all, she’d just learned the most direct way to turn her man on, from his own admission! From that point on, her efforts had been directed with single-minded purpose to literally driving him crazy. She had gone and picked out an array of sleeping clothes that typically left her tummy widely exposed, everything from open-front camisoles to inexpensive halters and panties, all of which left her tummy wide open for his viewing pleasure…and what pleasure that had been! She would put on a little show for him whenever she had the opportunity, and once she had begun taking belly dance classes, the shows had become very skilled, very direct, and very intoxicatingly delicious to watch. Ron could recall dozens of different times where she had literally driven him to the brink of cumming in his pants, and had then made a show out of spending the next hour or two teasing himeven further, until she had made such terrific love to him that it had left him gasping…He smiled as he pulled into the parking lot of their apartment complex. He knew that the next week was going to be even more fun than usual.
…He just didn’t know HOW MUCH more…