An Accidental Midriff

Try-Out Trouble - Part 7 (Climax)

Stephanie's ponytail had come undone from all the exercise. Still, she could feel the coach's hot breath on her neck. How it managed to penetrate through her hair was a mystery, but it was hot and thick, and blended inconveniently with the rest of the mustiness that hung heavy in the damp locker room. She felt nervous about his proximity—especially his hands. They were dangerously close to her bare hips, and she wasn't looking forward to being handled by their roughness. At the end of the day, he's a coach... A health professional; so this is just his job... right?

She couldn't help but yip timidly as she felt his coarse fingers wrap around her left arm. "Easy, easyyyy... you have nothing to worry about. I'll have you in tip top cheerleading form, just you see." His voice was a mix of soft yet firm, like a parent or a caregiver talking to a little child. It made her feel strangely secure. The taboo sensation came as a surprise to her. But what surprised her more was feeling five rough fingers caress her soft and chubby side. She could've swore she heard the coach moan, or was it a sigh? He's probably just tired. 

"Now, proper form requires a flexible and stretchable body. Like thisssss." The coach raised his arm up, with Stephanie's own arm still in his grasp. Her left arm reached up high, and her little crop top strained to keep up with the sweeping movement. 

"Oh.. okay." Stephanie attempted to follow along. 

His hand remained on her bare hip. It lightly rubbed her love handle back and forth. "You've got some extra skin here on your hip. You know, the audience is going to be looking for a show. Luckily, I know what they want to see." He continued to lift her arm up. As a tall and lanky man, it was difficult for Stephanie's petite form to keep up with him. She had to get on her tippy-toes in order to reach as she was forced to continue stretching up and up. A small whimper escaped from her mouth. 

"Oh, you think this is tough?" the coach said cruelly, "This is only the beginning. A true cheerleader can handle much worse than this. And, they do it all while smiling! How about we get you smiling?" Stephanie felt a series of rapid squeezes on her tempting side and she couldn't help but crack a smile as she giggled softly. 

"There you goooo. Much better, see? But now, let us kick it up a notch." Coach Bahl grabbed her other arm and lifted it up. Both arms were stretched high above her head. "This is a basic cheer pose. You need to learn how to hold it." The coach had a tone of authority, and though Stephanie was having second thoughts about the try-out, she was determined to see how long she could last. 

With her arms out of the way, the coach admired her shapely and seductive hourglass body. With one hand, he caressed the hem of her jeans, teasing the plumpness of her lower tummy that spilled over subtly. "Hmm, lots of extra fat. Our cheerleaders need to be fit." He continued to explore the top of her low-rise jeans. "No wonder your posture is a bit off. Hmmm, it must be a bit of that extra weight." He quickly squeezed her hip and restored the tickled smile on her face. 

She couldn't blame him, she had never been athletic. It wasn't like she was incredibly overweight; on the contrary, she had a healthy bit of paunch to her. Still, she noticed that on those occasions when she did gain some extra weight, it always seemed to collect in her tummy. After a winter holiday break of sitting at home and binge eating, it was no surprise that Coach Bahl had found her collection of soft and delicate belly fat. It was something that she had always been self-conscious about, and the fact that an older man was commenting on and squeezing that insecurity made her uncomfortable. Yet, the tickles made her smile, and that seemed to make things better.

"Now, let's work on that posture. We're looking for a straight back," Coach Bahl commanded. Stephanie tried to stand as straight as possible. 

"Straight back, oh yes. Ah, your belly sticks out a bit." The coach reached over and pinched a bit of her lower tummy fat. "Cheerleaders are supposed to smile!" He pinched her over and over, and a laugh escaped Stephanie's mouth, "hehehahahahaaaa"