An Accidental Midriff

Try-Out Trouble - Part 8

The clock was ticking, and Coach Bahl's window was closing. Another tempting moan came from Stephanie's lips as she struggled to hold the 'arms-up' pose. She was perfect; and she was right there. That tummy begged for his mouth—her bellybutton yearned for his tongue. 

It happened so quickly that for a good three seconds she had absolutely no idea what was going on. The only thing she did know was that something was pushing against her belly with a primal desire. Stephanie yipped and looked down in a dismal awe as she saw the Coach's face disappear into her soft blubbery belly. Her senses were overloaded and in her stunned state, her arms remained raised. She could only look down shock as Coach Bahl ravaged her seductive belly. 

Stephanie couldn't have pulled away even if she wanted to. The coach had wrapped his hands around her bare back. His fingers gripped her hungrily and squeezed young tender flesh. There was nothing she could do as her belly was pushed outward and into the coach's burrowing face. His prickly mustache tickled the inside of her bellybutton, and she couldn't help but crack a smile as the sensation took over her mind. Her belly button began to flare out as the coach stimulated the inner folds with his facial hair. She even felt something slimy surf the walls of her innie, and she knew that Bahl had finally gotten a taste of her slutty navel. The feeling was strange and definitely ticklish, but it also made her feel warm all over. Thoughts of Ben raced into her imagination, and she pictured his perfect face and body. Naughty thoughts raced around as she struggled to make sense of what was happening. 

But one thing was for sure; her belly was getting a lot of attention... and it sure isn't from Ben.  She had to act. 

"Uhm.. Co..ah.. Coach?" The words were difficult to formulate as she struggled to contain the flux of emotions. Her voice was nothing but a whisper as the spindly man continued to savagely enjoy her arousing tummy. The locker room was filled with sounds of kisses and slurps as Coach Bahl had his way with her. 

What's this guy's deal? Is this part of the try-out? I highly doubt it at this point. But then what the hell was he doing? And why the hell aren't I freaking out more? And why is it so hot in here all of a sudden? Why haven't I stopped him yet? This is getting sooooo weird. 

She felt the slimy tongue begin to explore the folds of her bellybutton. But before she could emit what could very well have been her first pleasure-induced moan, she lowered her arms, placed them between her belly and the older man's face, and pried as hard as she could. The coach's face finally separated from her delicious tummy, and for a moment he kissed and slurped at the air like he had been doing to her belly before realizing he wasn't making contact with the silky smooth skin anymore. 

"Coach Bahl! What are you doing? Coach?"

"Oh.. ah ahem.." Bahl situated himself on the bench and looked as though he had just woken up from an intense dream. "My dear S..S..Stephanie" he stuttered, "this is a basic practice drill to make sure you smile!" 

"Oh, is it?" I really doubt that. "Sheila never mentioned it. Maybe I should tell—"

"Oh!" he interrupted, "you know what? Looks like out time has run out. But I believe you will make an excccellent asset to the team."

Stephanie's mouth gaped in astonishment. "Wait, you're serious? I'm on the team? I'm on the team!" Stephanie jumped up and down excitedly, and seemed to forget about the entire belly make-out ordeal—much to Coach Bahl's delight. 

"Yes! I think you've demonstrated dedication and inspiration. Oh, and you'll always be smiling, right?" he winked. 

"Oh, of course!" she smiled. 

"Good. Because, if you don't..." one of his skinny hands reached out and squeezed her side, getting a giggle out of her. 

Stephanie backed away slowly, "I know, I know, you'll tickle me. But believe me, I will smile!" she beamed again. 

"Ok very good. Very good." The aroused man stroked his chin.

"Alright, Oh! Let me go change so I can give you back this shirt!" Stephanie began heading toward the empty closet again. 

"You know what?" he called, "Why don't you keep it. It suits you."

"But, Coach Bahl! I thought you didn't like when girls showed their tummy. Especially mine since its kind of chubby." She poked her soft belly, and the coach struggled not to make a mess of himself right then and there. There was something about a belly slut pointing out and touching her own exposed tummy skin that seemed to arouse the entire male population. 

"You know what? I think I'm coming around to the idea of crop topsssss," he asserted. "I'll tell you what: I had so much fun coaching you today that if you ever do want to wear that shirt, or any other crop top I'd be willing to look the other way." Then, another idea sparked in his head. "Better yet, if you ever do get dressssscoded, why don't you tell them to send you over to me? Let them know that I'll take care of you. Err, I mean it." His eyes shifted a bit before focusing again on her. 

"Wow, really? Well, I don't really like wearing crop tops too much. But, that's good to know. I just might wear them more often now! I just really don't want to get detention." Stephanie placed her hands on her hips and hooked one of her fingers in a belt loop. She subconsciously sucked in her belly as she took a deep breath. 

Coach Bahl watched hungrily—he still wasn't done with the belly meal he had started on. There was still much of her belly that he needed to enjoy. "I'm glad to hear it. As long as they make you sssssmile." He stuck a long finger into her bellybutton. Stephanie's eyes went wide and she backed away from him, laughing. 

"Ok! Ok! I got it! Well, I have to get home. But thanks a lot Coach! Oh, and don't forget to tell Coach Tania!" She grabbed her things and put on her backpack. "If it wasn't for you I probably wouldn't have made the team. 

"Yes, I know how Coach Tania can be." He observed every movement closely as she collected her things. The straps on her backpack were tight, and they dug mercilessly into her chubby sides. Her love handles resembled dough as they puffed around the tight straps. He bit his lip and wanted so badly to have her in his grasp again. Instead, he decided to bide his time. This isn't the last time, my sweet dear Stepanie. He waved as she turned around and walked out the metal doors.

Coach Bahl wasn't alone though. Within the damp and dark corner of the locker room resided something putrid. Only when the coach had walked out the other exit had Josh finally stopped recording. His shirt was soaked in a foul soup of drool and sweat. He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer to the nerd gods as he struggled to contain his arousal. It had been, by-far, the sexiest thing he'd ever seen. And he had caught the whole thing on video. He waited a couple more minutes for the coast to be clear before walking out the door. I probably won't be getting any sleep tonight. 

As Stephanie walked home, she couldn't stop thinking about her day. I'm a cheerleader! Wow! Who knew I would be this excited. I used to hate them, but now that I am one, it's not so bad. The gust of wind swirled into her exposed belly button and she looked down and smiled. Who would've thought I'd be showing this much belly in the middle of the day? She looked around and saw that she had been catching the eyes of pedestrians and even some of the people driving by. Then again, maybe I should cover up. Her insecurity surged. She took a couple of binders out of her backpack and held them in front of her vulnerable tummy. The cold plastic felt strange against her warm belly. It reminded her of how she felt when Bahl was licking her innie. He just wanted to make me smile. But it did more than make her smile. It made her warm and fuzzy—and it emanated from her belly button. What was that feeling? Was something awakening inside her?