An Accidental Midriff

An Accidental Midriff - Part 2

Ben and Stephanie both walked over to the basketball court. The background noise was full of student chatter and the occasional bouncing ball. Ben could tell that he didn't have much time left; the bell could ring any minute now. He would have to make the most of his time right now with Stephanie and her irresistible outfit. After making a 3-pointer himself, he gently passed the ball over to Stephanie.

"Not bad," she teased. She walked over to the free-throw line. Her tiny t-shirt was dangerously close to the top of her belt. He could already see a hint of her creamy lower tummy skin. Right as she was about to take the shot, someone slapped Ben's shoulder. He spun around and saw his friend Josh. He was Ben's 'plus-sized' friend. Well, friend was a gross exaggeration. The only reason why they knew each other was because of an incident that had occurred a couple days after Ben had transferred into the school. Josh had ratted out Ben for spray-painting on the handball court. Josh was always known as a teacher's pet, even for the P.E. teachers which was ironic regarding his immense size. He also had a habit of bothering girls that wanted nothing to do with him. And today was no different.

"What do you want?" asked Ben, annoyed.

Josh was about to respond, when he suddenly looked over Ben's shoulder and raised his eyebrows excitedly. In the background, Ben heard the sound of a ball swishing into the hoop.

"Oh, hey Stephanie!" Josh shouted.

"How's it going, Josh?"

Ben looked back at Stephanie and saw that she was already pulling her shirt down, covering her tummy. He wondered how much of that belly had been exposed.

"Good! I'm great..." said Josh, "Just wanted to let you guys know that Coach said to put all the balls away. The bell is about to ring and he doesn't want any to go missing like last time. Oh, and Stephanie," he said with a pause, "I'd watch out for Coach Bahl. He's standing by the exit of the field and you know how he is with the dress code. Especially belly shirts." His eyes slid down to the top of her belt.

"Oh, good to know, thanks Josh!" she said, looking down at her shirt and checking to see if any skin was exposed.

"No problem. Oh, and maybe we can hang out during lunch tomorrow or something? I know you're taking Spanish with Garcia and I still have all my old study guides." A yellow smile came over his face.

"Umm.. yeah maybe! Thanks!" she said nervously. And with that, Josh waddled away to chase after more stray basketballs.

Dammit Josh you fucked up my plan. Ben had missed seeing her shoot her free-throw, and with it, the chance to ogle her taut belly again.

"Well, that was a short game," she said, "We gotta go put the ball back... I could go by myself, I don't wanna bother you or anything."

"No no its fine! It's totally fine," replied Ben. "Let's go."

As they walked, Stephanie pondered and was glad that Ben chose to accompany her. She actually liked him, and was fascinated with his apparent obsession with her belly. She never really liked her belly. It was slightly on the chubby side and had a habit of peaking out of her clothes—at least before her break-up. Her ex-boyfriend was obsessed with her belly, and ever since they had broken up she exclusively wore longer shirts as a way to try and get over him. However, in her rush to get to school this morning, she wore one of the shirts her ex had gotten for her and (like destiny) it was what caught Ben's attention.

Ben was equally, if not more, captivated by her. She just looked so good in that outfit! It was hard for him to keep his hands to himself. He swore that belly had magical powers which kept him infinitely infatuated. He had to get the conversation topic back on her belly.