The lights were off in her bedroom as we sat up against a pile of pillows with the sheets pulled up over our legs, bathed in the cool light of late night television. I was more preoccupied with watching her than by the TV show. While her focus was on the television, she bit gently down on her soft lower lip and her fingers toyed unconsciously with the bottom of her tank top. She pulled it up, exposing an inch or two of tan, smooth stomach and the bottom half of her deep oval belly button. I silently reached over and drew up her top just a little more so that all of her navel was visible, looking like a softly-contoured, shadow-filled recess. Without taking her eyes off the screen, she smiled and yanked her shirt back down, concealing her belly button. I gave her shirt a gentle poke with my fingertip right at her navel, and felt my finger sink in a little.

"You are sooo weird...", she whispered, her eyes still on the TV.

"Not weird, just horny," I replied softly.

She giggled a little, but then was distracted by something on television. I looked up at the screen just in time to catch the tail end of a commercial where an actress hit a guy with a cream pie. The pie tin clung to his face as the actress innocently sucked a little whipped cream off her fingertip, and then the commercial was over. I was really glad for the darkened room since I knew I was blushing, embarrassed that the commercial had caught my attention and was an odd sort of turn-on for me.

She was silent for a moment but then said slowly and without looking at me, "I've always wanted to do that to someone. It would be so fun." Turning to look at me, she continued, "Maybe I should do it to you."

My face was burning and my pulse quickened, but I bashfully played dumb. "Do what?"

"Smash a pie in your face. Wouldn't that be fun?"

I replied with a weak, "Huh..."

She turned and watched the television again, but just when I thought the conversation was over she turned back again and asked more intently, "So will you let me? Come on, it will be a lot of fun."

After a long pause I finally gave a slow and shy reply, "I guess... but only if you wear something that shows your belly button when you do it." I pulled her shirt up to expose her stomach again, and before she could react I leaned in and kissed her directly on the navel.

"Oh my god, you really are weird," she chuckled, turning her focus back to the TV. Rather than pulling her shirt back down this time, she rested the warm palm of her hand on the back of my head, her fingers sifting through my hair and stroking my scalp. I inhaled the delicious scent of her bare stomach, placing soft kisses around her navel. Then when I couldn't resist any longer I slipped the tip of my tongue into her belly button and licked it deliriously. She shut the TV off and lifted her tank top further until the bottom edge of her bra was suggestively visible. I shifted my position and cuddled beside her, kissing her pretty lips while rubbing her flat belly with the palm of my hand.

"Hmmm, your belly button's all wet," I said in mock surprise.

"No shit," she laughed. Then after a moment, she became more serious again and said, "Okay, I'll wear a short top, but I'm not going to do it in my underwear or a bathing suit. That would be too strange."

"Do what?" I asked, seriously losing the thread of the conversation for a moment."

"Hit you with a pie," she said, as if that should have been obvious. Than as if to convince me she got up on her knees, straddling my chest between her thighs, and lifted her tank top to show off her stomach directly in front of my face.

I placed my hands on her bare hips, loving the sight of her on top of me like this and the closeness of her delectable navel. "Will you get pied too?" I asked.

"Nope, just you," she replied. Then giving my nose a light tap with her fingertip she added, "You'll look cute with pie all over your face".