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Our First Belly Encounter
(Date Posted:04/20/2015 5:24 PM)
I remember when we first found out that we had a mutual liking for bellies.
It was a hot summer Friday in August and it was around 3:00. Time to go home.
My parents would typically come first and give Sierra and me a ride home, but usually around 7 after work. We were fine with the arrangement, as we had friends and ourselves to pass the time.
This particular afternoon, Sierra and I found ourselves on the playground after everyone, including the staff, went home. We were laying down on a piece of equipment that had two levels, one underneath the other. As we settled onto the bottom tier, we started talking. By now, we were becoming good friends. That day I had on a T-shirt that was a little bit shorter than normal: it covered my belly when my arms were down, but if I stretched up a good six inches of belly got exposed, with the shirt coming up to the bottom of my ribcage. Sierra was wearing a T-shirt too, but her shirt exposed a little bit of skin just above the top of her pants because she was a little taller than me.
It all started when I moved my hands up to stretch. I could feel the air pass over my skin as my belly got exposed but I didn't think anything of it. That was until I felt a strong tingle on my belly and couldn't help but giggle.
"Hey, stop that," I said to her.
"No, it's fun," she replied back.
We began a back and forth war of poking each other in the belly, trying to gain the upper hand. Eventually, because Sierra is more ticklish than me, she eventually stopped.
"Okay, okay, okay! You win!"
We just laid there for a moment, me on my belly and her on her back next to me just taking a second to breathe, before Sierra finally spoke up.
"Do you like bellies?"
I was taken a little off guard by the question, so I asked the first thing that came to mind.
"What do you mean?"
"Turn over," she said.
As I did what she said, she lifted my shirt to the middle of my ribs and placed her hand on my skin.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
She started trying to tickle me, but I was immune.
"I'm not ticklish, Sierra."
"Aww, you're no fun."
We laid there some more before I finally asked again.
"What did you mean when you asked if I like bellies, Sierra?"
"Well....it's hard to describe."
"Okay, well...you know that feeling when you're having a lot of fun?"
"Yeah, I felt that way a second ago."
"Okay, well, I get that feeling a lot when I'm messing with other people's bellies."
"I talked to Momma and she said that it was called a fetish, and that I should learn to be okay with it."
"So, are you wondering whether I get that way too?"
"Yeah, I think I'm really weird."
Quite honestly at the time, I really didn't feel the same way that Sierra did about bellies, but the look of worry on her face made me want to lie.
"Yeah, I do, sometimes. Don't worry, you're not weird. Just. Different. I guess."
We both laughed a little.
"Yeah, I guess I'm just different, huh?" she asked. "Well to be fair, you've been showing me that belly of yours all day."
"Psh...you're one to talk. You can't even hide your belly even if you pulled your shirt down!"
Sierra frantically tried to pull her shirt down to cover her bare skin, but there was always a little bit left showing.
"I guess you're right..." she said, defeated. She turned and laid onto her belly and then turned back to face my still-exposed skin.
"Well, honestly, your belly is really cute."
"Thank you, I guess," I said with a nervous smile.
"Do you mind if I mess around with it?"
At this point I was still a little nervous, but I wanted to make my friend happy, so I relented.
"Yeah, sure, if you want," I said.
She started rubbing and messing around with my belly and belly button with the most gentle touch. I just laid there quietly and let her do what she wanted to do. Honestly, it felt half okay.
"It feels really good," I told her.
She giggled before replying to me.
"See? I told you it wasn't so bad."
I let her continue to mess around with my belly until I noticed that she had stopped. It took me a few minutes to realize that she had stopped.
"Sierra, what's up?"
I looked down and saw her resting her head on my belly.
"Just listening to your tummy. It's not really noisy, is it?"
"Not really. Sometimes."
"I barely hear anything. You don't each much, do you?"
Note that I usually eat very little, but Sierra has always had a serious case of athlete's metabolism, even as a little girl.
"No," I said, giggling, "you ate four times what I did today! Fatty."
"Oh, shut up."
We laid there for a minute before Sierra spoke again.
"When was the last time you ate?"
"At snack time (about an hour before this)."
"What did you eat?"
"Hmm....I think I can hear them digesting a little, but not really."
"You ate an apple, right?"
"Yeah," she said, looking down and putting her hand on her belly.
"I'm surprised you didn't eat more than that."
"Yeah me too."
She rolled onto her back and pulled up her shirt to her ribs, exposing her belly to me for the first time.
"Here, come listen to it."
I was still hesitant and nervous, so I stayed put.
"Oh come on, my belly sounds really funny! Put your ear right here," she said, pointing at where her stomach would be.
"Oh fine, only for you."
I put my ear down and was immediately greeted by a gurgle that I probably could have heard without putting my ear on her skin.
"Whoa, did you hear that?" she asked, giggling.
"Yeah, what have you got in here?"
"Just some apple leftovers. It'll be empty soon."
I just laid on her stomach for a good five minutes, listening to her inner workings. Her stomach would growl every ten seconds or so, some soft and some a little louder, but none too loud.
"Wow," I said, "and you didn't hear any of this in my belly?"
"Nope. Maybe with a stethoscope, I would, but...."
"Wow, yours is really noisy and grumbly."
"You should listen to it when it's empty. It's a very noisy tummy."
Just as I said that, her stomach let loose a loud growl that lasted for a few seconds. She giggled more.
"Oh wow," I said.
"Hehe, it's probably getting empty. I don't feel hungry yet though."
I started rubbing her belly softly for a few minutes as her belly continued making soft rumbling, growling, and gurgling noises, just loud enough for me to hear with my ear to her belly.
"When I'm hungry, it really rumbles," she said.
Just as she said that, her belly growled loudly for a few seconds again.
"Like right now."
"Do you feel hungry?"
We laid back down for a few seconds before her belly then lets loose the loudest growl it had made up to that point.
"Apparently a lot."
"Here, I have some grapes."
"Thanks," she said, popping the first grape into her mouth. "Hey, listen to my belly as I eat!"
I put my ear over the same spot as she ate and was exposed to so many different sounds as her stomach started going to work on the food she had just started eating.
"What's my tummy saying, Lilly?" she asked after eating half the bag of grapes.
"It sounds happy."
Her stomach had quieted down at that point and all that could be heard were the soft gurgles made by the digesting grapes.
"It feels better," said Sierra.
Just then we heard a shout coming from across the playground.
"Lilly! Sierra! Where are you?" my Mom was shouting.
"Over here!" we yelled in unison.
"Hey, you two. Ready to go home?"
"Yeah, I guess," Sierra said.
"Oh, Sierra. Your parents called. They want to go out of town for the weekend and they can't bring you. Want to stay over for a weekend?"
"Really?" I asked excitedly.
"Yeah, I knew you'd be fine with it, Lilly. But Sierra, is that okay?"
"I'd be happy to!" she said, turning to face me. "This is going to be awesome!"
That was the best weekend of my life up to that point and we had an awesome time, but that's a story for another time.
And that began my relationship with the best friend I could ever ask for.
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