Ron felt sweat trickling down his back, inside his shirt. Oh my God….this was unbelievable! It was also something that had occupied his most secret fantasies for years, but he’d never allowed himself to believe was even remotely possible…BOTH girls attending to him! He looked around, saw that he still had a half-finished soda on the coffee table, grabbed it and downed it in very nearly one gulp. The cool liquid helped a bit with the heat that was stifling him, but did nothing for the pounding of his heart, which threatened now to spring out of his chest.
The two girls weren’t gone for long. There was a musical tinkling of metal on metal…the ringing of fine, small bells or coins jingling, and the two girls came downstairs again…and Ron gasped as he saw them. Mel stopped at the stairs to dim the lights in the room slightly, looking at Ron and smiling. Then she came off the bottom of the stairs and stepped swayingly over to stand beside Angela. Mel wore a gold waist belt of coins and gauzy transparent blue harem pants. Up above, she wore her belly dancer top, similarly studded with tiny coins that jingled faintly with her slightest movement. Between the bra and the belt, which hung low on her hips, her lithe, supple brown belly was totally naked…and utterly gorgeous.
She had dressed Angela as a slave girl – wearing only panties with a gold waist chain just above the panty line, and no bra, but the shiny golden nipple pasties she had worn in the past for some of her most torrid dances for Ron. Now, on Angela, the outfit was devastatingly sexy – Angela’s hair hung down behind her back, nearly to her waist, long and silky and straight, and her eyes had been more heavily made up with shadow and liner, a bit of blush to the cheeks, and a light layer of sweat from her excitement made her entire pale
belly shine with gorgeous accents of light.
Mel started up the music again, then turned and took her place beside Angela, and the two girls began a slow, swaying dance routine…Angela stealing frequent glances at Mel to keep herself in step with the more experienced girl.
They began with the classic hip-rocking motions from side to side, which curved both their bellies in beautiful sweeps, navels stretching slightly as the movements went one way, then reversed to the other side.
After this, Mel began rocking her hips in a lateral figure-8, and Angela did a creditable imitation of this complex motion, keeping fairly in synch with Mel and leaving Ron completely hypnotized by the gorgeous, graceful movements of both their hips and bellies. Mel switched again to an even more complex dual figure-8, her hips now rotating forward and back, as well as from side to side, and Angela studied this movement for a few
minutes while maintaining just the side-to-side figure-8 as she tried to interpret the movement pattern Mel was using.
Mel, meantime, used a half-step walk to carry herself forward toward Ron, and thrust forward with her hips with each step, leading her body forward from the waist, her belly and ribs following, then the rest of her, in a lazy slide step that finally brought her right up to Ron. Lifting her arms, fingers piling her hair up in a massed tangle of curls and strands, she began an languid series of undulations right in front of Ron’s face, smiling sexily down at him as she pushed hips forward, then rolled her belly upward in an agonizingly slow
curl of a wave from her hips rolling up to her ribs, where the wave would end…stretching her navel with delicious slowness as she watched Ron, her eyes never leaving his. The invitation was totally hot and completely awesome.
She moved back, just out of his reach, then looked over to Angela and nodded.
The pretty blond slave girl, having studied Mel’s more experienced movements carefully, began her own approach to the ‘sultan,’ her bare feet moving in half-steps and she carefully walked through the motions Mel had made, even managing a half-way decent dual figure-8 with her hips. When she got up in front of Ron, though, the undulation was something she couldn’t quite get the hang of, so she actually created a movement of her own which created a reverse curl of her belly, from the top down, but primarily sucking her belly inward so deeply that Ron was astonished at how far she cold pull in. Her navel must have been only an inch or two from her spine, on some of the deepest draws, and she gasped for breath a couple of times after doing it, which showed that she was far from mastering the technique.
The movement was still utterly sexy, and Ron loved it. Her own hands in her hair, Angela tried gamely to play her own little game of enticement with Ron, and managed to do a pretty good job of it. When she finished, she worked her way backward, until she was side by side with Mel again.
The two girls looked at each other again, smiling, and then cranked the dancing up several notches, by leaning in close to each other and, while still rocking their hips slowly and gracefully, performed another deep, passionate kiss…
Ron gasped as he watched. It was totally beautiful. The girls broke the kiss and both locked eyes with Ron, swaying together in time, and Angela reached out and down with her hands to begin slowly stroking Mel’s bare belly, and Mel put her belly into a series of slow curling waves that Angela followed with her hand, her palm riding the crest of each wave like a surfboard on the ocean. Long, smooth strokes from Angela’s lovely hands traced the undulating waves of Mel’s naked belly as it curved in sooo deeeeeeply, and Angela herself gasped at the sensuously delicious feeling of stroking that belly-wave, obviously becoming very turned-on by both watching it and feeling it happen under her hand.
Mel then leaned back from the hips, still rolling her belly in those deliciously erotic undulations, and gave Ron an even more exquisite view of exactly how deeply her tummy would pull in each time she sent a rolling wave up her belly.
Ron could not believe how good she had become at performing this intricate movement, nor
how she could continue to do it bent backward as far as she had gone. It was awesome.
What happened next was enough to drive him wild. He only barely managed to keep himself under control as he watched.
Mel slowly lowered herself to the floor, bending backwards again, coming down on her knees as she bent parallel to the floor…an amazing move in and of itself that required a degree of limberness Ron had never had in his life…and her belly sucked inward deeply, in a huge sweeping curve that arched down from her ribs, stretching her navel out into a vertical slit, down to her hips…and Angela leaned down, covering Mel’s navel with her mouth and kissing it deeply, then actually sucking on it…
Mel’s eyes closed and Ron actually got to watch reactions in her that he had formerly been the person to provoke in her, but had always been unable to see for himself, owing to the position of his face almost buried in her tummy.
Mel’s mouth opened, her eyes remaining shut, and her belly actually seemed to squirm in delighted pleasure as Angela sucked at her navel. It was obviously something that was an extremely erotic experience for Mel, and being able to see her like this, from this vantage point, was an enormous turn-on for Ron. Her hands came up to bury themselves in Angela’s beautiful blonde hair, as Mel literally pushed Angela’s face into her own tummy, encouraging her friend to new efforts on her navel. Angela’s cheeks came in as she applied
more suction to the navel, and Mel gasped, her hips shifting upwards and downwards from side-to-side.
“Ohhhhhhhhhhhh—GOD!” she gasped, and Ron could see that she was becoming intensely turned-on by this sensation in her belly. “Ohhhhhhhh—OHHHHHHHHHHH!” Her hands swam in Angela’s hair, and Ron could almost imagine Angela’s tongue plunging deeply into Mel’s navel, probing in deeply and wetly, and the sensations that must have been giving his girlfriend. Mel’s hands came away from Angela’s hair and went to her own breasts…sliding beneath the coin-adorned cups of her top, and began playing with her nipples as her
hips and belly writhed and flexed ecstatically under Angela’s lips and tongue…
Ron couldn’t hold still. He almost felt like leaping off the couch and ravishing Mel right there, in front of Angela.
But there was more yet to come…and as much as his body cried out to join in with the girls, he remained where he was on the couch, his muscles trembling…
Angela raised he head finally, coming up for air, and Mel smiled at her, sitting up, and the two girls kissed deeply again. That alone was enough to give Ron a spasm in his crotch. What happened next literally made him groan…
Angela leaned back in the same position Mel had been in, and Mel put her lips to Angela’s bellybutton as Angela’s tummy drew in deep…deeper…and then gasped as she felt the same things being done to her own navel that she had just been doing to Mel’s seconds before.
The blond girl’s eyes squeezed shut and her own hips bucked and jerked spasmodically as incredibly delicious sensations bathed her tummy, Mel’s cheeks hollowing out as she sucked deeply at Angela’s navel, drawing the flesh of her tummy up into her mouth…plunging her tongue into the depths of her friend’s navel and probing at it…
“Oh my GOD!” Angela gasped, putting her hands in Mel’s hair and pushing her friend’s face into her tummy. “OH GOD!” He legs were literally quivering, and her breasts jumped and shook as her torso shuddered under the ministrations of Mel’s mouth…it was an incredible erotic spectacle. Angela’s hands came up to her own breasts, cupping them and pulling at the gold pasties on her nipples…as her hips rocked to and fro, her belly sucking inward even deeper…her body giving in to the intense, deep desires gripping her viscerally as Mel worked lovingly at her navel with her mouth…
Ron was literally gasping for breath when the girls separated…and advanced on him together… It was Mel who bent down and opened his pants, then lowered herself onto him, her belly pulling inward deeply as she felt him enter inside the depths of her belly….and above and behind her, Angela’s arms came around and caressed beneath the cups of her top, stroking her breasts…then came down her sides in long, smooth strokes, and moved inward into her tummy….pressing in deeply…massaging her insides…pushing her belly in even deeper as she sucked in on it, shuddering, her hips moving up and down on Ron as she straddled him and made the most exquisite love to him…both of them crying out and gasping…. It couldn’t last more than a few minutes…both he and Mel were so intensely turned on, it was all they could do to prolong it for even that short amount of time.
And behind Mel, Angela had her own climax as well, her hand between her legs, crying out softly and finally leaning her head down on Mel’s shoulder, her hair falling softly across Mel’s bare skin…
It had been the most unbelievable afternoon in Ron’s life…an experience of a lifetime, one he would never forget. Once their threesome had rested together, all there on the couch, kissing, stroking and enjoying the beautiful afterglow of their intense passion, the most loving and beautiful bond had formed between the three of them. They were all lovers, now, and Angela was far more than a mere friend…
Dinner was a collaboration between all three of them, a delightful exercise in cooperation and sharing of delights – coconut shrimp in mango chutney sauce…an erotic experience in its own right, and they took turns feeding each other and laughing, enjoying the experience together…and after dinner, with Angela there, Ron proposed to Mel…
They had finished cleaning up, and moved into the parlor again. Mel and Angela were both still ‘in costume,’ having remained that way into the evening, which had helped make dinner a deliciously erotic experience, and now, on the couch, Ron looked deep into his beautiful girlfriend’s eyes and told her he had something to ask her…
The pensive look in her eyes…the way she bit her lower lip in a mixture of fear and delighted anticipation… were all so beautifully endearing to him. He had never known so much love for another person. He reached into his pocket and took out the small velvet-covered box, and Mel watched him, her eyes sparkling brightly, as Angela held her hand, grinning in complete joy at what she was witnessing…
“I’ve thought about this for a long time,” said Ron quietly, looking into Mel’s eyes again. She kept her eyes on his, and he could see the anticipation there, and the joy. “There isn’t really anyone else I’d want to spend my life with more than you.” He opened the box slowly. “Will you marry me, Melanie?”
She couldn’t stop the tears…she was laughing and crying at the same time. Angela covered her own mouth with a fist, tears flooding from her own eyes as well.
“Oh God….yes, Ron! YES!” said Mel, and flung herself on him, hugging him fiercely. They rocked back and forth for a time, hugging each other, and Angela gently stroking Mel’s thigh, so thrilled to be witness to this event in her friend’s life.
When they separated from their embrace, Mel put her hands out to the small box, but didn’t take it…only touching it with her fingertips in wonder. It was more than a ring…four pieces of jewelry glinted against the black velvet. Ron took out the ring, and took Mel’s hand gently, slipping the engagement ring onto her finger.
The earrings came out next, and Angela helped Mel on with the tiny and delicate diamonds, fixing them into Mel’s earlobes carefully. The last piece Ron took out of the box, and Mel’s eyes sparkled. He leaned down and pressed the oval shaped diamond carefully into her navel. It rested there and sparkled brilliantly.
She looked down at it, shaking her head in wonder, then leaned over to him and they kissed….the most deliciously, long and deep kiss they had ever shared. He could have stayed that way with her for ages…
For some time, they remained there, all together, sharing in the joy of the moment. It had been the perfect conclusion to the most incredible experienced of their lives. Mel was perfectly content just to lay there in his arms, and Angela just as content to sit there, her head resting on Mel’s leg, her arms around her friend’s legs, all of them simply content to be together…
But time drove them to sleepiness, and Ron realized he had to get the current draft of his script over to his editor for proof reading. Unfortunately, the email was down, so he ran off a hard copy and promised to be back as quick as possible, leaving the two girls still smiling brilliantly and talking together, as he drove across town to deliver the manuscript in person.
Carl was very appreciative of the effort, and delayed Ron nearly an hour with talk not only of the script but of his new knowledge of the shooting schedule – it looked like everything was a go on the project, and his enthusiasm was infectious. Finally, Ron managed to tear himself away and sped home as quickly as he could, trying to remain as legal as he could without violating half a dozen traffic laws…
When he got back home, the lights were dimmed. There was no sign of the two girls. He moved quietly through the house, up the stairs, and gently pushed open Mel’s bedroom door… …in the dim light from the hallway, he saw the two girls asleep together in Mel’s bed. Mel had changed into her short tank top and a cute pair of white thong panties, and Angela had on a short red t-shirt that had rucked up around her ribs, exposing her soft white tummy, and had on small pair of plaid boxer shorts.
The two girls both lay on their backs, Mel with her arms, as usual, stretched above her head – Angela with one wrist tucked back under the pillow beneath her head, the other hand resting on her chest, almost cupping one breast. Angela’s tummy was a creamy pale white, a few moles dotting the skin here and there…and as Ron watched, she stretched in her sleep, her hips rocking slowly from side to side – an unconscious memory of her little belly dancing effort from earlier in the day, and her belly sucked in deeply as she sighed and smiled in her dreams.
Mel’s left hand came down and scratched her own tummy lightly for a moment, before she put it back up above her head, sighing gently. She shifted, then came over onto her side, and her hand came down and rested on Angela’s soft tummy…then gently rubbed her friend there, all unconsciously, but in a gentle loving stroking than made Angela smile in her sleep again, and stretch languidly once more, belly stretching and flexing under the gentle caress as Angela moaned softly, then turned on her own side, facing Mel, one arm going out protectively to rest on Mel’s hip.
The two girls now lay facing each other…very close, with Angela’s left arm over Mel in a protective gesture, unconscious but sweet…and their tummies were so close that, as they gently breathed out, their tummies would gently touch together in a soft kiss of flesh, then gently pull away as they inhaled…Mel’s darkly tanned and smooth tummy relaxing softly and coming out to softly kiss against the milky whiteness of Angela’s gently rising and falling belly…He watched them there that way for a little bit, before pulling the door shut and moving off to his own bedroom, smiling at the memory of two angels sleeping together…