tickling birds

memerizing

Countless clocks lined the walls of the high school office room. The incessant ticking dominated the background. There was a large desk with a peculiar man sitting behind it. On the desk was a copper-plated name stand that read "Dr. Roman Mesmer - School Psychiatrist". 

Mesmer, a gawky man in his mid 30's, wore formal attire complete with a sweater vest and slacks. His shifty eyes were magnified by the thick lenses of his large circular glasses as he slicked his greasy hair back with his lanky hands whose fingers were awkwardly long.

Mesmer had recently gotten a job as the school's psychiatrist. He wasn't even two weeks in but wasted no time putting up his armada of clocks along with his esteemed diplomas. He graduated top of his class at his university and attempted to become a professor but was blacklisted from the scientific community for experimenting with questionable psychotherapy, specifically hypnotism. Nevertheless, he had to find a way to make a living.  Thanks to his outstanding credentials, the high school gladly accepted him.

After dealing with a couple appointments on a gloomy Monday morning, the doctor left his office for the break room to make himself a cup of coffee. As he walked in, he noticed that the new office assistant was already inside, organizing the break room supplies. "Hey Doctor!" she said in a friendly manner. "Good morning Stephanie. Do you mind if I use the coffee maker?" asked Mesmer while pointing to the machine next to her. "Of course not!" she said while scooting to the side a bit. "Thank you. How was first period?" Mesmer asked politely. "It was alright. I don't think me and my teacher are getting along. She's really hard on me and ONLY me, like she's not like that with the rest of the class," vented Stephanie as she opened up the overhead cabinet, separating their faces so that only their torsos were visible to each other. "Well, teachers want you to succeed. And while some methods of encouraging students to do their work are very passive, others take a more, erm, 'controlling' method. She just wants you to do your best, that's all," Mesmer said confidently while stirring the sugar in his coffee. "Huh, I never thought about it that way. I see why the school needed a psychiatrist," said Stephanie.

Mesmer chuckled to himself and almost choked on his coffee when he noticed a most wonderful sight. In an effort to organize the supplies in the cabinet, the schoolgirl had stretched her arms up, carrying her shirt with them and revealing her extraordinary midriff. He took a moment and studied the student's outfit. She was wearing a long-sleeve semi-transparent shirt that was perhaps a size or two too small for her causing it to fit extremely tightly and follow the perfectly sculpted contour of her petite body. She wore a pair of low-rise jeans with a belt wrapped around loosely so that her jeans sat right underneath her hipbones. Even if she wasn’t lifting her arms up, at least an inch of lower belly peeked out from under her shirt. 

The combination of tantalizing outfit and seductive posture was enough to make Mesmer's mouth water. He looked down at the lovely expanse of defenseless skin which had just become introduced to the fresh air. For as long as he could remember, he'd had a fetish for bellies and navels. He recalled his days in university, when girls bared their tummies all the time. But in his search for the perfect tummy, never had he seen one so flawless. He continued to stir his coffee as he shamelessly examined Stephanie's tummy, glad that the cabinet concealed his peering eyes. The bottom hem of her figure-hugging shirt rose and fell slightly with her movements but the fabric remained above her bellybutton indefinitely as it showcased her wonderful assets and begged for attention. Mesmer imagined giving her deep navel a poke or two, perhaps a swirl of his finger, and wondered how delightful her lickable folds tasted. Her jeans were now dangerously low, revealing more of her hipbones and a hint of her blue panty-line. She was stunning.

Stephanie continued organizing the top cabinet, and felt the cold air conditioning on her bare tummy. She also felt a frigid gust of cold air swirl in and out of her deep bellybutton sending shivers down her spine. She realized just how exposed she was. "Uh oh... I hope Mesmer doesn't dresscode me. Well I'm not wearing a crop top, and what shirt doesn't rise up when you stretch in it?" Stephanie thought as her innocent demeanor got the better of her. At that moment she felt a piercing glare on her cute uncovered belly button. She looked down at Mesmer's hands, unable to see his face. "How long has he been stirring that coffee?" she asked herself. She then looked down at herself and saw how much of her tummy was on show. Stephanie was fit, but still had a bit of chub that carried over from what she called 'baby fat'. As a result, her plump tummy protruded in the cutest fashion. She defensively put her arms down and fixed her shirt, hiding her bellybutton. With that, Mesmer grabbed his coffee and exited the break room. Stephanie shook off her paranoia and continued to organize the supplies.