Glass Stomach

Every one having sex is over eighteen. Legal procedures do not resemble anything in the known universe. Medical references are very sketchy, find a medical professional for your health, do not rely on fiction. This story is completely made up. All characters having sex are eighteen or older. A lot of dark humor, if you are a sensitive soul you might want to skip this one.

GLASS STOMACH

I have always had a glass stomach. When I was a child, nausea vomiting and diarrhea were common problems for me. I became a picky eater, not wanting to eat anything that I had a problem with in the past. My parents were firm supporters of modern medicine and dragged me into the doctor every time I puked. Doctors did what they do and ordered tests and treatments. I sometimes wish my folks had said, "Let's wait a bit and see if it's a one-time thing or if there is a real problem."

The most common unwanted side effect of all medication is nausea. My body quickly learned to get queasy on sighting a pill. After a while they were coming back up faster than they went down. The resourceful doctors were soon treating me with topical patches and rectal suppositories. If someone had called a truce then I might have had a normal life.

Unfortunately, everyone was pretty proactive. I was introduced to a lot of needles at a young age. Subcutaneous (sub-Q) needles were nothing, I really did not care one way or the other. Intramuscular (IM) shots hurt. They also leave lumps under your skin. Nurses have only got a few favorite spots for shots, if all you are getting is a yearly flu shot, it is no big deal. If you are getting two or three shots a week, the bruising won't even go down before you need another one.

Needless to say, the medical professionals soon brought out their big guns and I started getting intravenous (IV) infusions. I soon had more track lines than a heroin addict. It was pretty ordinary for me to have bruises over my veins from blown IVs. The nurses knew I did not like the needles they stuck in me and tended to ignore me when I complained they hurt. As a result, I would end up with an arm blown up like a sausage when it infiltrated.

My mom's friends wanted to know if I had cancer.

There are only so many spots nurses like to put IVs and soon they were all scarred over. It got to the point where only a very skilled nurse with an ultrasound could start an IV on me. Of course I was only a kid, so they did not listen to me and took it as a personal challenge to get that IV. By this time, they had to tie me down to use me as a pin cushion. They would promise it would not hurt, and then the ordeal of pain would begin. Around this time the sight of somebody dressed like a doctor or a nurse was enough to turn my stomach. Hospital and clinic smells got to me too.

I was a slow learner. It became obvious that telling my folks I threw up resulted in pain. I started hiding my daily tummy problems. I was a kid though so my folks figured it out pretty quick and reported it to my doctors. My medical doctors were incredibly relieved. Instead of being a medical mystery who had the gall not to respond to their treatment, I was an anorexic or bulimic. These are potentially fatal diseases, but they were not MEDICAL issues, they were problems for the head shrinkers.

Eventually I got someone on my case who did not get excited if I puked and did not rush to fix it. Instead, we spent time figuring out what I could eat, what my triggers were. We found new food I could eat. I got a little more relaxed about food. Kept a food diary, and gained control over my diet. I ended up with bad veins, a poor body image and a hate for the medical profession. Never did find out the root cause.

A healthy lifestyle and a careful diet became my approach to the world and gave me control of my glass stomach. A lot of people found my mahogany-colored mane of hair and brilliant emerald green eyes very attractive. My thin athletic body and small B cup breasts had a more of a niche following than my well-endowed classmates in high school. It did not bother me though because I really was not interested in boys or sex back then. Not being stuck in a hospital room or confined to a mental ward gave me a chance to experience the world and I was not going to waste my time waiting for a boy to call.

My folks lived in a very large beach city. We actually lived in a huge place on the beach. When I graduated from high school I had a choice of two colleges: State, which was centered on STEM (Science, Technology, Engineering, Medicine) classes and the like. Unnie was a religion-based college that had much more of a liberal arts approach. I set my site on State College because it was an easy commute from home. University of St. Jude was a nightmare to get to from where we lived. Ironically, I ended up living on campus while I was in college.

There were also junior colleges but no daughter of Frank and Crystal Lin would go to a crappy little junior college. For all their high-sounding words, Freshman Amanda Lin did not make a big splash on campus. I did manage to pledge to Delta Delta house. It is a small sorority often confused with the Try Deltas or the black Deltas (Delta Sigma Theta, DST). We are the Double Ds although there is a faction pushing for Grand Tetons as a nick name (the two triangles look like twin peaks). (The asshole who called us the 'Doable Ds' can go to hell.)

I am really good in math but I also have a good ear and can read music. For a while I thought about a Fine Arts degree in music but slowly realized playing a piano or a guitar was a lot of fun for me, however I could not imagine putting in the effort to master it. My second year I changed my focus to business and finance. That's how I met the billionaire Aaron Block.

My favorite teacher was a friend of his and had invited him to come speak on campus. Aaron had some time to kill before his speech so my professor arranged an informal sit down with a few of my classmates. I just tagged along to meet the celebrity. There were three STEM guys and two art majors who snuck in as well.

It was casual with a lot of lively fun talk. He had just been voted the world's most eligible bachelor in a magazine poll and a couple of guys were busting his chops for that. He was probably ten years older than me so I was surprised to discover that I found him attractive, instead of thinking of him as a father type figure.

He was a classic handsome man with sandy blond hair, baby blue eyes and a smile that made hearts flutter. He towered over most other men and was very well built from carrying around all that money. He was really arrogant, but on him it looked good.

He chatted with the STEM guys about some new tech coming down the pipes. Gave one of the arts majors a stock tip when she asked, and gave the impression he was as interested in us as we were in him. After an hour or so of bull shitting with us he had to go do his speech. I had some free time so I went to my bank and pulled the money out of my education fund and put it all on his stock tip. I did watch the recording of his speech later on line.

Not long after I went to argue with professor Bond about a test question he had marked as wrong. Before I reached college, I thought test results were final, they are actually open to debate. I had an argument for my answer and a small group of people who came with me as allies. The billionaire and his PA were hanging out with my teacher and they listened with amusement as we argued our case. In the end our arguments worked and we won the point. My friends left, but I stopped and thanked Aaron for his stock tip. (He had told us to call him Aaron at that informal gathering.)

He casually told me that I was welcome. I doubt he really remembered me. His PA had her eyes on me like a shark though. "I'm sorry, I have forgotten your name."

"I'm Amanda Lin." I declared while giving him my best business hand shake. Brief but firm.

"The musical instrument?" It was a tired joke to me but his air mandolin was really cute.

"Sure, or just Amanda."

They were headed to lunch, somehow, I got invited along. We ended up at a really exclusive Chinese restaurant. Authentic enough to make knowing some Chinese useful. The PA Song Sing seemed stretched thin by the group's need for an interpreter, so I helped out. Aaron's party seemed flabbergasted I spoke the language, but I grew up with it at home. I mean, I get that I don't fit the classic Asian mold, but with a name like Lin is it really that big of a stretch?

It was at this lunch that Aaron asked me to be his date at a fund-raising dinner. The woman who was supposed to go with him had been in a fender bender and had bowed out at the last minute. I said sure to the surprise of his personal secretary and personal assistant. The dinner was in just a couple of days.

Last minute invitations to events are actually almost an insult, but I was thinking like a carefree student. It might be a lot of fun. I could score some really good food, or an awesome dessert. Something that would not have worked for me when I was a child. They might even have some nice entertainment.

When Aaron's personal shopper showed up at my door on campus, I was a little surprised. When the makeover team took over a conference room at double delta house, I was speechless. It felt like a well-coordinated military campaign and I was the secret weapon. I was the target of a head-to-toe total body make over. Nails on toes and fingers were done of course. Makeup foundation to my whole body, they even did some shading to give the illusion of larger breasts. Everything had the feel of last-minute magic. The designer of my one-of-a-kind dress claimed to be sewing sequins twenty minutes before I left.

The double Ds thought the whole thing was very entertaining and even egged the makeover people on. The PA and PS had little patience with the makeover people who were all artists.

There were back scenes stuff that would have shocked me or called an end to the 'Manda Makeover' if I had a clue beforehand. I would not be allowed to go to the bathroom by myself. At one time Phillipe was considering sewing me into the dress. People almost came to blows over my shoes. I thought the videographer was part of the process, but they were actually doing a thing on Aaron. Since nobody threw them out, they just kept filming. Which is how the Manda Makeover ended up on a pay per view venue and I became an instant celebrity. 15 minutes of fame, probably 4 minutes at today's rates.

Jewelry was the last thing before entering the limousine. I felt like a willow hit by an ice storm. Since the jewels arrived with an armed guard, I was pretty sure they were not fake. I was wondering if I should be traveling in an armored car.

A lot of firsts that night. First red carpet. Met a shit ton of celebs. Had the desert called Baked Alaska. The desert chef used a blowtorch at tableside to prepare it for me. Danced to a live band that had a song in the top ten.

Ended up back at my room without having sampled my host. Aaron did ask me to do it again and I told him yes. It turned out to be another five thousand dollar a plate event, this time in New York. To the relief of his small army of minions he actually gave them almost two and a half weeks' notice this time.

For the second round I got permission to miss the last class on Friday from my favorite professor. Phillipe had predicted he would see me again and had several dresses he designed that I could choose from. I got to ride in one of Aaron's private jets. Met a lot of world leaders including a couple of kings. Enjoyed talking to the eye candy some of the movers and shakers brought along. They were extremely entertaining.

The downside was that Aaron spent most of his time with the power brokers tweaking their world control.

I had problems with the food as well. Surprisingly dinner was Hobs choice, take it or leave it. So, I went without. Fortunately, Aaron noticed I did not eat and took me out to a nice after-hours dinner so that I could eat before we went back to our hotel suite. I had a huge bed of my own in a room that included my own bathroom. I never used either one of them.

Aaron was hot and ready to go. My body was on fire as he peeled the designer dress off of me.

I am not much of a kisser. The first time a guy French kissed me I vomited all over him. The shock of someone pushing their tongue in my mouth had caused instant projectile puking. I yelled some pretty hurtful things at him but had to take ownership of some of the problem.

I had warned Aaron that I had a touchy stomach and we had actually had to go to a second place to eat. He should have got the lesson loud and clear, but men are idiots so I was playing it safe. I like kisses but I was never up for having something strange stuck in my mouth. So, I went for straight sex instead.

Aaron was built like a Greek god. His penis was circumcised and nicely proportioned to his body. Since he was a big guy, that meant that although it did not look intimidating at first glance his dick was actually quite large. A makeover team had succeeded twice in making me look sexy, but my flat chest and narrow hips could not have been that exciting once the one-of-a-kind designer dress was on the floor.

He was so hard the tip of his penis was pressing against his stomach. He had to use one hand to pull it down so he could guide it into my hot honey pot. I don't know if there is such a thing as premature orgasm in women, but I swear I started cumming the first time his pubic bone did a solid bump against mine. He came pretty quickly, but I must have orgasmed at least three more times by then. I felt his hard cock pumping ropes of hot cum into my pulsing cunt and realized I had not used a condom.

We did it again that night. It was more relaxed and slower paced the second time. We did not have that frantic need for the climax but a more organic pace prevailed. No condom the second time either. I mean what would be the point? The nice thing about big beds is you don't have to sleep in the wet spot. We fell asleep in each other's arms. In the morning, I rode him to take care of his wood.

Missionary, downward facing dog and cow girl style was pretty much the scope of our adventure. Not a lot of variety, but we had both gotten off. He did not ask for head and I never offer. That would be inviting disaster. I had to get back and study for a test on Monday. He had to travel to Rome to continue his conquest of the world. We soon went our separate ways.

Aaron was like one of those sailors with a port in every storm. We did still hook up if my school schedule was open and he was in town. He was still seeing other women. In the states the cutie who had the fender bender finally had enough rehab to escort him to a Hollywood opening. She was walking with a limp. It had taken three hours to cut her out of the car. Once Aaron left the north American continent the number of exotic flowers he could pluck increased dramatically. It would be a huge understatement to say we were not exclusive.

I made Aaron use a rubber if it was not a safe day. He introduced his penis to my anus on a day he did not feel like wearing protection. I may have given the impression I was an anal virgin, but since blowjobs were not on my playlist and French kissing was a non-starter, I had to do something else to compete. With practice I found that I liked it and my medical history included a lot of suppositories and treatments that lead to a high pain tolerance. I found a little pain actually got my motor running.

There was a web site dedicated to telling you who Aaron Block was fucking now. It was probably not accurate since his PA, PS and personal shopper kept making the list as unnamed beauties. On the other hand, it was no secret we were not exclusive.

I was seeing an engineering student, Tony Albano. It was not totally clandestine but Tony kept his private life private. His previous girlfriends were all very voluptuous, I was shaped more like a boy. His previous dates had centered around the table, eating and cooking. Sampling fine wine. I am not much of a drinker. Drinking and smoking are activities you have to develop a taste for. I was more interested in not ending up hugging a toilet.

We took walks. Found some of the engineering and architectural marvels that exist in our city and when we were not on our weird dates, we spent a lot of time with his family.

I stayed out of the kitchen. Witnessing the process of making food can be very hard on my stomach. Instead, I took charge of their piano. I read music and have a pretty good ear so I could fake my way through a lot of songs. It was pretty common for me to have a handful of people hanging out by the piano singing along and making requests.

One of his uncles had an old mandolin that was not being used that he gave to me as a joke. I shocked his family when I showed I could play it. My first musical instrument was an acoustic guitar. I was actually much better with stringed instruments.

Tony had a big loud family. They all spoke Italian a lot when they got together. I think they felt they could talk about me freely since I did not speak Italian. My ear is pretty good for languages too. My frat mates would call me a polyglot. This became a secret weapon that let me see into the true nature of Tony's friends and family.

For example, his cousin Juli was almost an asshole when he was talking directly to me. I think he was trying to prove he was an alpha male. When speaking behind my back about me in Italian he was very protective. Maybe just another side of him being an alpha male.

Another cousin, Pio was very nice to my face, but full of disparaging remarks when speaking about me in Italian. Most of the remarks passed for jokes, but with years of therapy under my belt the guy was less annoying than a fly.

Tony and I shared vanilla sex. His huge extended family was fascinating to me. The hours spent preparing food was wasted on me. Most of his family would eat until they were stuffed, I was more concerned about keeping what little I ate down. The booze flowed at the get togethers. I was very close to being a teetotaler. Everyone in his family wore their emotions on their sleeves and aired their problems in public. I was a private person.

Tony had a couple of nephews that were twins, they would stand on either side of me when I played and sing along. I am pretty sure they were taking sneaky peeks of my nipples through the gap in my blouse. I did not need a bra, so I did not wear one. Still there was nothing to see. The girls in Tony's family a decade younger than me and closer to the nephews age had huge tits and bubble butts by comparison. I found myself flattered and confused by the attention.

They always sent food home with me which was the only reason the Deltas knew I was dating him. We were not exclusive and I am pretty sure he actually hooked up with the girl he dated all the way through high school. While I was pounding the keys in the living room he was pounding her pussy in his old twin bed.

My older sister Maude graduated at the end of my second year. She and I were not very close. My mom had a spontaneous abortion with her first pregnancy. Her second pregnancy ended with Paul, a stillborn. Then she had a nightmare pregnancy with me and was told by her doctors to quit it. Just stop it!

When my problems flared up the doctors convinced her I would not live, so she adopted Maude. My sister lost her birth mother due to complications of pregnancy. Her father tried to raise her, but as she grew older, she looked more and more like her dark haired, dark eyed mother. After a while he just could not handle it anymore and gave her up. Nobody really adopts older kids, so she was stuck in the system until my mom came along.