Belly Bonding Time

Janet was a little worried about interrupting plans Chelsea might have already had, since the girl said she hadn't planned to drink this early in the evening. As it turned out, there was something else the two of them could do with the wine bottle beyond just drinking its contents. Janet's teasing touch of the wine bottle to Chelsea's torso was met with a push from the red-haired girl, forcing the cool glass into contact with Janet's own midsection. The brunette gasped and giggled as Chelsea wrapped an arm around her to try to force the wine even more firmly into her belly.

In response, Janet would wrap an arm around Chelsea and pull her forward, as well, so that the bottle of white wine was pinned between both of their stomachs, rolling against them and cooling them both off. Janet shivered as she felt it rub against her. With a thrust of her hips, she would try to force the neck of the bottle upward to push between Chelsea's breasts, cooling them off a little bit as Janet would then fling her body forward to try to tackle Chelsea onto her back on the sofa!

Chelsea only meant to give Janet a taste of her own medicine with the wine bottle, Janet seemed to take that as a challenge and before she knew it the two were were pushed against each other with the cold wine bottle pressed against her stomach and Janet's while Janet pulled her into a hug. "What the?" Chelsea muttered, wondering what Janet was doing, this could break the wine bottle between them and make a mess without either of them getting a chance to drink it. Why would she want that? Chelsea felt Janet pushing it forward and felt something in the pit of her stomach, like this was an opportunity for her. Chelsea had to take it and when she felt the bottle being pushed to her chest she pushed back.

Not saying much while trying to fight Janet she felt her guest push forward to knock her back and get on top. Chelsea would grab on Janet's other side and try to roll and throw her off balance so she could do that instead, turning this into a tussle on the sofa. "Strange way to get drunk, is this a native thing?" Chelsea asked with a cheeky smile as the cold drink chilled her stomach.

Janet still held onto the wine bottle with one hand, keeping it steady between their bodies as they tussled. If she didn't, it would have already slipped away, gone flying over the table and onto the floor, probably shattering and soaking into the carpet and making Chelsea's apartment smell like moscato for a week. Holding on, however, did have its drawbacks. It meant that she did not have the leverage necessary to prevent Chelsea from rolling them to the side after she had been tackled. They rolled perilously close to the edge of the sofa, Janet with one leg hanging off of it as Chelsea got on top of her, the wine still pressed between their tummies!

Janet snorted as Chelsea asked whether this was some sort of traditional thing. "No, but let me show you a little personal tradition of mine!" Janet pulled the wine free from between them and set it a safe distance away on the table. They had something else to focus on first. Then, quickly, and using both hands, she would grab onto the hem of Chelsea's blue sleeveless shirt and yank up, trying to pull the garment up Chelsea's body, over her head, and, if she could do it fast enough, off of Chelsea's body entirely!

Chelsea had no idea that this was what her night might end up becoming, the two struggling with a cold drink between them and rolling around on her couch. The strange bubbling feeling seemed to rise in her, telling her to take a risk on the day dreaming she had about Janet's belly, she tried to ignore it because that was just  a daydream but the way Janet was going about this continued to throw her mind off. Once Janet put the bottle aside Chelsea expected her to start grappling again but more playfully, instead her shirt was grabbed and Janet swiftly pulled back to remove the entire fabric from Chelsea's body.

"Huuh?!" Chelsea gasped shocked when off came her shirt, leaving her in a bra and nothing else for her upper body. She didn't cover up but now her mind was getting more curious as the warning signs seemed to mount....deciding to take a risk Chelsea would suddenly reach out and grab at Janet's top before trying to quickly pull it off as well.

Janet was taking a risk, since Chelsea definitely wasn't as promiscuous as most of the girls Janet spent time with and probably was not quite so used to casual stripping. But the two of them had boxed in bikinis, had kissed each other on the lips and on plenty of other body parts, and it seemed obvious that Chelsea felt an attraction towards Janet that the brunette was more than happy to act upon.

And Chelsea hardly missed a beat after being stripped of her top. She immediately reached forward and grabbed at Janet's shirt. Janet would bend at the waist and lower her head, letting Chelsea easily slide the top off of her. But even as she was revenge-stripped, she was positioning herself for her next move. With her arms above her head, as soon as she was freed from her shirt Janet would lunge at Chelsea, trying to wrap her arms around the redhead and tackle her back down onto the couch, pressing down on her host's body with her own as she aimed to pin Chelsea's arms against the cushions! "Haa!"

Chelsea didn't know what made Janet do this but she felt compelled to act, knowing that she didn't mind getting a little dangerous and running on her own desires that she tried to keep dormant since she didn't know how Janet would react. When she grabbed for her top, she noticed Janet lowered her head to try and make it easier for her which meant she planned and wanted this. That made it less risky for her to do it but it also meant that Janet must have a plan for this happen. A plan that was made clear when she pounced on her the instant her shirt was off her.

The two fell back into the couch with Janet trying to force her arms down to pin them and give the brunette control. Chelsea looked up and felt the way their bodies were now directly touching, their boobs still had some clothing to cover them but her belly was rubbing against Janet...which seemed to fuel Chelsea in a way she didn't expect when she brought her legs up and would wrap them around Janet's waist and started to squeeze them while struggling from below.

Janet was glad to be able to let loose like this on Chelsea without the redhead being upset by it. Janet's senses about these sorts of things had been constantly recalibrating ever since she first arrived in Japan so many years ago. There was always the possibility of misreading signals, and Janet was always very conscious of that, but clearly that wasn't the case with Chelsea right now. So Janet smiled and let herself have fun. She relaxed on top of Chelsea, which brought her body down more fully against Chelsea's, chest and belly resting firmly on top.

Though she had mounted her opponent, Janet wasn't in a position of total control. That much was clear when Chelsea's legs came up around her waist and started squeezing her. "Gugh!" Janet gasped, grimacing as she felt the pressure being applied to her hips and midsection. She lifted herself up, but found those legs were clamped on tight...

...and so tried to flop down on Chelsea, their bellies clapping together as Janet tried to stun Chelsea for long enough to reassert control!

Though Chelsea had been playing things safe by this point, she couldn't stop herself from going crazy much longer. This had all surprised her, and once it became a wrestling match Chelsea felt a lot more comfortable going in with a few other things. Chelsea's legs were wrapped on her tight with little hope of breaking out without a fight and Janet seemed to know that, after a few moments of struggling she would lift herself up and try to slam herself down to come belly to belly to belly with Chelsea.

"Gugh." Chelsea gasped, the poor belly to belly contact sending a tingle from her abs to her spine as the impact also surprised her enough to loosen her grip on her body scissors. Once again thoughts of her day dream spiraled to the front, all with Janet openly taunting her and all ending with Chelsea doing what she really wanted to do.

"Oof," Janet gasped, the force of the belly on belly impact rattling her, too. It successfully loosened Chelsea's legs, though, and Janet would try to free herself from the scissor hold. She rolled her hips left and right, wiggling them against Chelsea's inner thighs to try to push those legs wider and wider. Eventually, she was hoping to get the scissor hold loose enough for her to bring her own legs up and use her knees to push Chelsea's legs down and to the side. The ultimate goal was a full-body grapevine pin, with every body part from their toes to their foreheads in contact with each other!

She still had a little work to do before she got there, though, so she kept wiggling, swiveling her hips back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. Meanwhile, she figured she should check in with Chelsea. Things were progressing quickly, and she wanted to make sure that her friend was happy with the proceedings. "Sorry, I guess I'm forgetting about that wine," Janet said, bringing her face nose to nose with Chelsea's. "How are you liking things down there, sweetie?"

Chelsea had been surprised but Jane't sown surprise also showed that this was just the beginning and both of them were trying new things, Chelsea could feel Janet wiggling her hips out of her grasp and trying to force her to let go before she could secure a tight lock on her. Regardless of the struggle to bring her in, Chelsea would still need to try and fight and no amount of close contact would stop her. She kept fighting with her legs even with Janet's escape succeeding to avoid being pinned down since her plan involved doing something different and getting Janet off to the side.

To make this work Chelsea would ignore Janet's question and do something she didn't expect, pressing her head in close and giving Janet a big kiss. Not a friendly one either or a slight peck but one that she wanted Janet to never forget...all to wiggle one arm lose so she could push Janet on her side and push with her legs from an angle, even throwing her belly at Janet's own to force her off the top and more to the side like she wanted.