An Accidental Midriff

The Tummy Tutor - Part 2

The crowd of students moved slowly but steadily, and it was no thanks to Josh's massive form. His eyes were set on the prize—Stephanie couldn't have been more than a couple of feet ahead of him. She held a binder in her arm and had her cute backpack slung around the other as she shuffled forward. She was small compared to the other students. Aside from the inevitable shove from the mob, she went mostly unnoticed. 

Josh's hoarse voice called out her name, but he was still far and was easily drowned out by the whirlwind of other voices that echoed throughout the hall. Irritated, his lazy limp turned into an awkward gait as he tried to catch up to her—though the things he carried prevented him from going much faster. His backpack and jacket whipped around viciously, and his camera bumped his meaty leg with increasing intensity. 

He was about to call out her name again before he was interrupted by a squeaky voice from behind. "Hey! Josh!" Annoyed, he stopped in his tracks and swung his gigantic body around. 

Standing about a foot and a half below him was a scrawny little kid. A metallic smile decorated his acne-ridden face as he shamelessly displayed his crooked buck teeth. Giant, bifocal glasses turned his eyes into bulging spheres. They stared hopefully into Josh's own beady black pupils. 

"Hey, hey! How are you? I wanted to ask, that is, the question I had for you was, well you see—"

"Spit it out, Timmy." Josh growled annoyingly. His fat neck couldn't turn to look behind him but he knew Stephanie was getting away. Timmy spoke exaggeratedly fast, but for what it was worth he never said anything of value, and he had a tendency to drone on and on. 

"Oh right! Well, with you being the drum major for the marching band and all, and you know I never really ask for favors.. well except for this one, but I won't ask for any more—"

"TIMMY!" Josh jerked forward with his fist up and made the little geek flinch. Perhaps not even ten Timmys stacked up together would reach the amount of mass that Josh possessed. 

"Oops! Ok! For the marching band! Could you maybe possibly put me closer to the front? Or at least not behind the tubas; my parents got really mad at me because they couldn't see me last time." 

Josh rolled his eyes. "That's what this is about?! Okay, yeah, sure I'll see what I can do."

But before he could turn around, Timmy spoke up again, "Yeah! Well, y'know, you said that last time I asked... and, well.. the time before THAT." His voice cracked. "I even gave you the money.. remember?"

Josh remembered. Timmy kept pestering him about it, and 100 bucks wasn't too bad either. Being the band major, he did have the power to grant this little dweeb his wish, but changing the band formation was not in his list of priorities, and especially not for some nerdy band geek. Besides, he had more important things to do at the moment. 

"You know what? It just so happens that I'm on my way to the band room right now. I'll make the adjustments." 

The sarcasm seemed to soar right over Timmy's head. "Gee, thanks! I can't wait for the next game!" And with that, he tightened his backpack straps and squeezed through the crowd as he made his way to the cafeteria. Josh simply shook his head. 

He continued making his way through the hall, and before long he caught sight of her again. She was hanging out by an open locker with two other girls. But it was her beauty that seemed to capture him like a helpless fly in a merciless web. She was facing sideways now which gave him a new angle to observe from. His eyes traced the bottom hem of her shirt—the satisfying point where the fabric ended and soft, luscious, and bare skin began. He soaked in the view but was interrupted by her arm, which grazed the side of her body and blocked the view of her precious belly. He wondered how erotic that must feel—She has to know her belly is out. She can feel it with her arm! So, why is she hiding it? She's just being a little tease. Still, he had a great view of her exposed love handle. It looked so plump and begged for a stroke from his sausage fingers, and perhaps even a squeeze. A strip of exposed back skin was also visible, and seemed to be infinitely smooth to the touch. A pool of drool began to collect in the corner of his mouth. 

The shirt was smaller than he had expected it to be, and rose up delicately with her subtle movements. Still, her arm remained locked in front, as if to hide her bare belly from sight. Josh could feel his mind getting hazy as his imagination was overrun with thoughts of her bare chubby belly. That's a nice little trick, but let's see how long it lasts. I know you want to show it off, just like you showed it off to the coach.

Josh licked his lips as he approached. "Hello Stephanie."