For the first day or two, it was utterly common place to see Mel and Angela engaged in conversation, usually talking in low, muted tones, here, there…kitchen, poolside, bedroom, kitchen… Ron just kind-of ‘worked around’ them. The script was actually going really well – he was amazed at how easily the characters flowed onto the paper, how well the dialogue was working out. He showed the script to his agent, Artie, and got a ‘rave review’ almost after the first page was read.
What was missing was his free time with Mel – THAT was something he had to struggle to get used to. He had been accustomed to bouts of intimacy that had sometimes lasted through the night and into the morning, but Angela was soaking up literally ALL of Mel’s time for the first two days. Ron bore it stoically, citing to himself that, after all, the two HAD been best friends, in past times, and had a lot of catching-up to do…so he felt that he was actually giving them the space they needed to really make up for lost time, and to share
some special time together.
Then he began to notice nuances in their conversations. He’d walk by and they would fall silent for a moment, and he could feel their eyes on him, or they would giggle softly and he’d be left wondering just WHAT was going on in their talks. Obviously, he was becoming involved as a topic of discussion – the question was, what were they SAYING about him?
Finally, Mel came to him one afternoon, and ‘broke the ice,’ which was not really an accurate description of what was happening, but nearly close enough. She seemed apologetic and very concerned about him at the same time.
“You have been SO GOOD while I’ve been neglecting you!” she said, pulling close and snuggling into his arms. “Thanks for giving me space with Angela. We had a lot of stuff to talk about, and you were so cool to give us the time to do it.”
“Well, I’ve been pretty busy with the script,” he said, stroking her hair. He was keenly aware that her bare tummy was only millimeters away, separated from him by the layer of fabric in his shirt. “I knew you two had a lot to talk about, anyway, so no problem.”
Mel looked up at him, smiling. “Can we do a picnic this afternoon?” she asked. “I told her about Portage Park, over by the City Hall – I could fix us up a great lunch, and we could all have some fun today.”
“Yeah, I suppose I could take a break from the script – it’s going so well, anyway, that some time off might be good for me. You need me to pick up anything from the store?”
“Yes – I made you a list,” she said, and pulled a slip of paper out of her hip pocket. “Just simple stuff – we’ll do sandwiches and snacks, but we need the drinks and I need a couple things to make really GOOD sandwiches…is that okay?”
“Sure,” he said. “Just give me a couple minutes to change, and I’ll go get this stuff.”
She gave him a kiss and a snuggle…God, she felt so GOOD against him. “Thanks!” she said. “I’ll get started making some of the stuff – oh, and get some potato salad, too, will you?”
“Right!” he said. He looked over her shoulder. “Where’s Angela?”
“Oh, she’s down by the pool, working on a tan,” she said. “I’m going to go down and get her in a minute, anyway – I could use some help with the lunch.”
Ron nodded, pocketed the list and headed for the bedroom. He switched his usual, hang-around-the house grubbies for a nicer shirt and shorts, then headed out the door to the car and took off for the store…which was MOBBED. The weather had turned nice again, with no thunderstorms for the past few days, so everyone appeared to have the same idea – barbecue-time. Luckily, he played it smart and hit the deli first, scoring a pound of excellent roast beef and the potato salad, just ahead of the wave of shopping carts all gathering behind him with similar intent, then he side-stepped down the soft-drink aisle and grabbed a could twelve-packs of soda before heading for the auto-check-out.
Back in the car, he cruised past the park on the way home, just to check things out. There weren’t a lot of people there, which was a good sign – more likely everyone was staying home to do the Hibachi-thing, leaving public areas like the park relatively free. Excellent. A few more minutes, and he was back home, pulling into the driveway.
He found Mel and Angela upstairs, having already covered the kitchen table and most of the counters with stuff they were preparing. Both looked up as he entered with his catch, and Mel cheered.
“YES!” she said, peering into the bag. “God, the roast beef looks PERFECT!” She gave him another kiss. “Okay!” she said, looking at Angela, “we can do the sandwiches, now!” She looked back at Ron. “Can you get the pop on ice for an hour or so, before we go?”
“Sure thing,” he said, grabbing one of the twelve packs and hefting it onto one shoulder. “I’ll use the freezer in the garage – should be ready in half an hour.”
“Great – then we can get it into the cooler!” she called after him as he went downstairs.
The next hour passed quickly and they were loading the car up, Ron retrieving the cooler out of ‘mothballs’ in the garage and stocking it with ice before dumping the soft drinks in, then loading it into the trunk of the car. Angela and Mel both piled into the back seat like a couple of kids on an outing, laughing and joking, and Ron played ‘chauffeur,’ guiding the car across town to the park.
Once there, the girl took care of hauling the picnic basket, leaving the cooler to Ron (which, luckily, had a pull-handle and wheels) and they set up under a tall Royal Palm near the center of the park. Mel took care of spreading a large drop cloth over the grass, and then she and Angela set to unpacking and setting up lunch. Ron got himself a soft drink out of the cooler and settled back in a beach chair he’d brought with to watch them.
Mel was wearing one of her classic cropped t-shirts, and as she leaned forward, her tummy gathered into two or three soft folds in the middle, her deep tan looking terrific. Angela had opted for a blue halter and white shorts, her brief time in the sun so far having yielded very few tangible results beyond a ‘slight reduction in her blue glow,’ as she laughingly put it. Her own tummy was a bit leaner than Mel’s, very pale, and dotted with a few moles, here and there. She was wearing a floppy, fisherman’s style hat that her long blonde hair trailed out from beneath, looking very cute.
Ron watched as the girls set up their lunch – a major production, from the look of it. The roast beef sandwiches had a good deal of prep-work put into them, and then, besides the potato salad, there were pickles, chips, peppers and salsa…Ron was passed a ‘loaded’ plate by Mel, and settled back to enjoy a really wellthought-out picnic lunch.
Angela was talking about her own school, and how much the climate up there Virgina was different from Florida. Mel listened while she ate, and Ron appreciated a truly well-constructed roast beef sandwich, also listening, but simultaneously taking-in the delightful spectacle of Angela’s lean belly, which strained and flexed as she talked, laughed, and moved about. Seeing hers side-by-side with Mel’s had proven an interesting juxtaposition, and Ron was enjoying the comparisons and contrasts between the two. Once the main course was completed, the matter of dessert was broached, and Mel quickly pointed out that she hadn’t bothered with any preparation on this, since right across the street from the park was an ice cream shop.
Angela perked up at the mention of this immediately, and she and Mel got up and walked across the intervening lawn to cross the street and go inside, after ascertaining Ron’s order as well. Ron remained in the park, relaxing and pondering his script, while also comparing mental notes in his head on the qualities of each girl’s trim belly he’d had the pleasurable opportunity to study at length from behind the vantage point of his shades. He concluded that this was definitely an ‘apples and oranges’ situation, and it bore further examination…
as much as the situation would continue to allow him, anyway.
The girls emerged from the ice cream shop and came back across the street, walking slowly and still talking. Ron noted that the heat of the day was definitely upon them and waved at Mel to hurry up – before she was awash in both her and his ice cream, which she carried in both hands. She saw him and waved one of the cones but did not make great haste in re-crossing the lawn. By the time they got back to the picnic site, the ice-cream was definitely ‘soft-scoop’ consistency. Mel handed Ron his selection (butter pecan) while focusing on catching as many drips off the sides of her own (raspberry swirl) as she could, while Angela (rocky road) continued talking and waving hers about like a conductor
for an orchestra, seemingly unaware of the danger she was in. Both girls laughed at something Angela had said concerning the boys at her school, and then Mel was talking, and her own ice cream cone was similarly employed as a baton of emphasis for her own observations.
Suddenly Mel’s eyes went wide and she gasped, in a sudden inhalation of breath. Looking down, she saw a rather large drip of the molten ice cream had fallen off her cone directly onto her belly, which sucked in suddenly in a desperate effort to avoid what had already dropped coldly onto the skin of her belly. The long drop of ice cream flowed quickly into her navel, and she gasped and laughed, her belly still pulled-in sharply, the line of her ribs on both sides jutting out prominently as she held her tummy pulled in and scrambled to find
a napkin somewhere.
Her red-cropped t-shirt had managed to avoid any contact with the ice cream, but her
short denim cut-offs were in peril from an ice cream assault now from her tummy, as she reached for a napkin to staunch the dollop of ice cream before it got too far. She succeeded at last, and got the ice cream cleaned up, but not before she had shot Ron a knowing look – this would have been a perfect opportunity for the both of them, but Angela’s presence had made the prospect of Ron’s assistance in the matter something that wasn’t really possible – much to both their regret. Angela laughed, and began paying a LOT more attention to her
own ice cream cone, forestalling any similar potential mishaps on her part.
Finally concluding with the food portion of the outing, the girls and Ron fell into a conversation about his own work, which Angela found very interesting. With some prodding from Mel, he went into some detail on the plot and direction of the script he was working on, which met with a good deal of enthusiasm from Angela.
It turned out that she was also a Science Fiction fan, and appreciated a good story in that genre. While she and Ron talked about some of the plot angles of his script, Ron was partially distracted by noticing that a ladybug had lit on Mel’s tummy, and was slowly crawling along the surface, exploring the smooth, tanned expanse of her belly in a kind of aimless meander. He realized, with a portion of his mind, that the ladybug was in a highly enviable position at that particular juncture of time – doing something that he, himself would have found extremely enjoyable, to say the least. Mel eventually felt something from the crawling and looked down, arching her eyebrows in amusement, as she watched the ladybug traverse the gentle slope of her belly, moving up the narrow definition crease that marked the centerline of her abs, then down the arc of her ribs on one side, crossing the delicious little pooch below her navel and just above the waistline of her shorts, then meander inward and actually disappear inside her navel for a few moments. When that happened, Mel looked up over the tops of her sunglasses directly into Ron’s eyes, and she smiled, knowing fullwell that he had also been watching this slow journey of his own heart’s desire.
The ladybug finally emerged from Mel’s navel and came out into the broad, smooth valley floor of her inward-curved belly, decided the landscape had been explored, and spread her wings to fly off. Mel smiled as she vanished off into the grass. The conversation eventually went from scripts to movies, and Ron and Angela and Mel all compared notes on their favorite films. Quite a few contemporary movies were name-dropped, as well as a lot of the
older ‘classics.’ They finally wound up the conversation and decided to head back to the apartment, packing up the remaining food and gear and heading back to the car.
Once back at the apartment, the conversation resumed for a bit, and the topic of favorite movies in other genre came up. Angela had quite a repertoire of films from which to draw topics, but Mel steered the conversation to increasingly erotic film scenes – and finally the topic settled on sexy women in the movies. Quite a few names and scenes came up, and Ron noticed that both girls were spending quite a bit of time watching him and asking him questions. Then Mel leaned forward and smiled at him…
“I told Angela about your fetish, Ron,” she said, and her smile was both inviting and delicious. “It just sort-of came up, and she was interested.”
Ron swallowed, not sure whether to be embarrassed or flattered. The issue was resolved for him by what Angela said next.
“You know,” she said, “I think that’s just SO erotic! I know that, back at my own school, a LOT of the guys are into girl’s tummies, too, but they just get so embarrassed about any kind of talk amongst themselves about what turns them on, that you never hear anything about what they really like – you only get these little clues along the way: sometimes you’ll catch a guy watching your belly while you talk or move, and you’ll just KNOW what’s on his mind!” She leaned back in her chair. “Mel thinks I’ve got a really nice belly,” she said,
and she looked down at it, smiled a little, then slowly inhaled, her chest pushing out, and drew her belly IN, deep, into a deep concavity below her ribs. Unlike Mel’s deeply tanned tummy, Angela’s was very pale, with a few moles here and there, and her navel was more round and deep set, but wide enough to allow Ron to see the bottom of it, where the flesh was dimpled and crinkled.
She smiled and looked at Ron. “What do YOU think, Ron?” she asked.
Ron was mesmerized. He looked at Mel, who was smiling approvingly and nodded, and he swallowed. “I think it’s gorgeous,” he said, managing to keep his voice from shaking.
“Thanks!” said Angela, smiling at him. “I think a lot of the guys in my classes think so, too. Although I don’t think it’s anywhere NEAR as pretty as Mel’s!” She looked over at Melanie, who smiled, arched her back, lifted her hands and put them behind her head, then slowly pulled in her own belly into a bronzed arch of flesh, sloping back inward from her jutting ribs in a huge sweeping curve down to her jean shorts, her navel a dark almond dip in the center.
Ron shifted uncomfortably in his chair and swallowed again. “So Mel tells me she’s been taking Belly-Dancing lessons for you,” said Angela, smiling prettily at Ron. “I asked her about it, and she taught me some of the movements – would you like to see?”
“Let’s put on some music!” said Mel, jumping up from her chair and stepping over to the stereo. She pulled out a CD and popped it into the player, then came back over and stood up opposite Ron on the other side of the coffee table – she waved to Angela to get up. “Come on!” she said, “I’ll walk you through the moves again!”
Ron blinked, able to only watch, as the two girls stood side by side, and the slow strains of middle eastern music began to play from the stereo. Next to each others, the two girls’ beautiful bellies began to move, first the hips alternately rising and falling on left and right, then both girls began swaying at the hips, hands up behind their heads and in their hair, as they gently rocked their tummies to and fro, navels stretching deliciously from side to side…each of them watching the other, at first, then looking down to their own tummies…and finally to Ron, both smiling, and Ron watched avidly at this unprecedented sight of two perfectly beautiful women practicing slow, sensuous belly movements in time to the music, right before his eyes.
Mel switched cadence to the music as a new piece came on, and now her hips began to pitch forward as her belly curved in with a slow reverse undulation…and Angela did the same, actually managing to parallel the move quite a ways before her lack of technique failed her and she relaxed her tummy and laughed.
“No, here…it’s really easy!” said Mel, setting up her hips again and lowering her hands to rest them on her hips. “Try it again, but pull your rib-cage back as you pull in near the center and get up toward the top – like this!” She pushed her hips forward and repeated the undulation, ending the curling wave of her belly at the top just under the ribs. Angela took in a breath and duplicated the movement perfectly, smiling in delight as she finished up in a perfect replication of Mel’s effort. “Okay, now let’s put it together with the hip thrusts,”
said Mel, and she synchronized her hips to the beat while moving her belly inward to pace with the melody.
Ron swallowed again desperately as before him, two utterly luscious bellies rocked and swayed, then curled inward on the drawn out pitch near the center of the melody.
Mel looked into his eyes, smiling knowingly. He grinned back. She knew this was driving him absolutely nuts, and she was enjoying it. So was Angela. She was watching Ron and could see the reactions he was having to their dancing efforts, and she had a lovely blush on her cheeks. Both girls were showing off their beautiful bodies for his approval, and his approval was total and enthusiastic.
“Now, here’s something he REALLY likes,” said Mel, and she stepped around the coffee table and hoisted one leg over to straddle both of Ron’s legs, then repeated the highly sexy undulations and hip-rocking scant inches in front of his face, leaning forward and letting her breath hiss in between her teeth as she repeated the slow belly curl and drop right before his eyes. She arched her back, pushing her belly forward, and smiled as he came up off the couch and pressed his face to her tummy, kissing her navel deeply. She sighed in
pleasure at the gesture, stroking the back of his head with her hands, pressing his face deeper into her tummy, relishing the feeling of his tongue in her navel. Then she pulled back, stepped off, and took a couple steps back, nodding to Angela. “Go ahead!” she said. “Try it!” She grinned at Ron. “Do the same thing for her you just did with me, Sweetie!” she said, nodding her approval.
Angela stepped forward, around the table, and put one leg up and over to straddle Ron’s legs, her hands on the back of her hips, as she repeated Mel’s moves. She looked down at Ron, smiling tentatively. “It’s okay, isn’t it?” she asked. “I just want to feel what it’s like…”
“Sure!” said Ron, not quite believing where his pulse and blood pressure were at in that precise instant.
Angela inhaled, her hips gently rocking, then repeated the slow belly curl, pushing her hips outward toward Ron and running the smooth flesh of her pale belly inward in a deep, sensuous wave that ran from her hips to her ribs. She leaned forward, and Ron pressed his lips to her navel and gave her belly a deep, probing kiss…his tongue pushing deep into her navel. Angela sighed and closed her eyes, and almost unconsciously, her own right hand went behind Ron’s head and gently stroked his hair, encouraging him to press deeper into
her tummy. When he broke the kiss, she opened her eyes and looked over at Mel.
“Oh my GOD, that felt so GOOD!” she said quietly, smiling. “No wonder you’re so into it with him!” She looked down at Ron and bent to give him a quick kiss on the cheek. “That was completely awesome!” she said. “Thank you!” She looked at Mel. “I’m just going to have to try that with my next boyfriend!” she said.
She smiled at Mel, then at Ron…and both of them could see the bright blush in her cheeks…Angela was obviously turned-on by this whole scene…and what Mel said next nearly sent Ron’s blood pressure through the roof. Mel leaned forward, her head nearly touching Angela’s, smiling quietly. “I think that the sultan would appreciate some entertainment from the entire harem, tonight,” she said. “You’re welcome to join us, you
know.”
Angela looked up in surprise…and Mel leaned forward, closing her eyes, and gave Angela a very pointed and direct kiss right on the mouth. Angela moaned softly, closing her own eyes, and fell entirely into the kiss…still moaning in pleasure…directly over Ron.
He swallowed with great difficulty, and shifted uncomfortably at the tightness in his jeans that had suddenly become intolerable.
His heart pounded in his chest unbelievably. This was quite possibly one of the most erotic things he had ever seen. Mel broke the kiss finally and Angela gasped, opened her eyes, and blinked them rapidly.
“What’ll I wear?” she gasped, smiling beautifully. Mel reached out and took her hand. “Come with me!” she commanded, then looked down at Ron and smiled knowingly. “YOU wait right there, my lord!” she said, smiling and arching one eyebrow. She ledAngela off upstairs, the two of them not giggling now at all, Angela looking wonderingly after Mel as she allowed herself to be led away…