An Accidental Midriff

Stephanie hated gym class. She wasn't the most athletic, but that was mostly because she didn't really do the exercises. When the class would play volleyball or soccer, she preferred to sit on the bleachers, afraid of ruining her hair or makeup. She didn't like getting sweaty or all worked up over a pointless gym class.

However, this day was different. As Stephanie walked towards the P.E. field, she bumped into her friend Carol. "Hey hottie, nice outfit! You ready for the midterm today?"

"Huh? Oh no..." said Stephanie. "Well don't tell me you forgot... I gotta run. Good luck!" And with that, Carol ran ahead of Stephanie to catch up with some other friends.

I can't believe I forgot... Stephanie tried to pull her shirt down as far as it would go. While it was true that Stephanie had forgotten about the midterm, she was even more worried about what she was wearing. In her rush to get out the house that morning she had forgotten one crucial part of her outfit: her undershirt.

She was wearing a dark blue, thick, sweater-like long sleeve top that her ex-boyfriend had gotten her. He had a fetish for her belly, and had bought her that shirt from the kid's section at the local clothing store. It barely reached the top of her thin brown belt that tied around her black low-rise jeans. A surge of memories reminded Stephanie that any sudden movement of her arms or shoulders would instantly lift the shirt and expose a large amount of her soft and slightly pudgy lower midriff as well as her deep innie bellybutton. She'd never forgotten her ex's obsession with her belly, especially in that shirt. And the shirt being a long-sleeve didn't help one bit. She tugged at the bottom hem until it finally—just barely—reached the top of her jeans. Oh well, I guess this'll have to do. Gosh! I can't believe I forgot to wear an undershirt! Shit! Hopefully I don't get dresscoded.

She was as unprepared as ever for the midterm. She didn't even know what the test was going to be about. Luckily, as she walked onto the field, she was ushered into a bungalow-like classroom that was used for testing. A relieving thought rushed into her head: this wasn't going to be a physical test; it was a written one. Phew. At least I'm not going to have to do work outs.

As she walked in, she surveyed the classroom. A boy sitting in the far back caught her eye. Ben. She had a huge crush on him. He was talking to his friends when suddenly, he glanced over at her as she strode into the room. He's staring right at me! She quickly looked away and began blushing furiously. She found an empty desk near the front of the classroom and buried her face into her hands. That was so embarrassing.

The teacher, Mr. Morrison, quickly explained the test instructions and reminded the class that since the entire school was on the midterm schedule, there would be lots of free-time after they had completed the test. "Free-time in a gated prison? Doesn't sound very 'free' to me." Ben said quietly, but loud enough that the class could hear him and laugh. Stephanie laughed too, and couldn't help but admire that this boy shared her resentment for this stupid class.

C, C, D, B, C, ... I haven't used A in a while so... A. Obviously things weren't going great but she just wanted to get out of that stupid classroom. She tugged at the bottom back of her shirt as she sat on the uncomfortable wooden classroom chair. She was trying to keep her exposed skin to a minimum. Luckily, Ben's seat was at the perfect angle. He couldn't help but notice her struggling with her attire and blushed at the thought of her choosing to wear such a revealing shirt. Wow, she really is something else. I gotta stop staring and focus on this test. Yet, every once in a while, he would sneak a glance and wonder what he would do to that belly if he had the chance. He'd had a crush on her since he transferred to the school a couple of months ago. They met in P.E. but unfortunately never really talked. He had always thought she was pretty, but she never exposed any belly skin until now... and Ben was absolutely captivated.