An Accidental Midriff

The Tummy Tutor - Part 7

Josh couldn't believe his eyes as the door creaked open and in stepped the most stunning looking creature he had ever seen. Stephanie was not an innately seductive girl, at least not in the conventional way. She didn't flutter her eyes or pucker her lips. She was, in fact, as natural as they come. But that had an insatiable allure of its own. The way she struggled to get the large wooden door open emphasized her petite-based clumsiness. Her slightly sunken and paranoid eyes hinted at the presence of fear—perhaps a fear of being somewhere she wasn't supposed to be. But the way she had one hand strategically placed over the exciting sliver of smooth lower tummy skin revealed to him much much more. He could sense her nervousness, he could smell the anticipation; but above all: he could taste her innocence. She has no idea. These were all things that Josh could easily take advantage of; and that aroused him.

He shamelessly ogled her as she finally managed to get past the heavy door and made her way over to the large rectangular desk. The study room was not very large. Two desks made up a majority of the room, with a whiteboard nailed to the wall on one end and a large, wardrobe-like storage closet at the other end. I can't believe my luck. Things were going exactly according to plan, and Josh was ready to see how much he could get away with. But I gotta play it cool.

With a huff and a puff, Stephanie set down her backpack and sat down across from Josh. Her belly was hidden from his view, and he was rightfully upset about that.
"Hey Stephanie, glad you could make it" Josh tried to act normal, though inside he was dying to get another look at her cute little outfit.
Stephanie smiled. It was a fake smile, he knew, but it was courteous and he appreciated it all the same.
"Hi." There was an awkward pause as Josh relished in her desirable presence.
Stephanie laughed nervously. "So, umm.. Spanish?"
"Spanish! Yes, umm" Josh fumbled through the stack of papers he had taken from his backpack and placed on the desk in front of him. "Hmm, ok, right, well here..." he unearthed a dense packet from his backpack-borne proto-library, "here is the study guide."

Josh held it out with one of his meaty hands. Stephanie smiled nervously. She would need both of her petite hands to grab hold of the thick booklet, and that meant reaching out over the table for it. She hesitated for a second, and then leaned over, sticking both of her hands out. As her hands stretched outward, they carried her sweater upward. Though Josh's view was blocked, he could make out the mouthwatering corners of both her pudgy love handles sticking out on either side of the study guide. He bit is fat lip out of pure ecstasy as he imagined the amount of tummy skin that was exposed just above the cool cold surface of the table top.  Now's the time. I gotta have some fun with her.

"Now, remember," he began saying, maintaining his hold on the booklet. "I worked really hard on this, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to it."
"I won't let anything happen to i-"
Josh jerked it slightly toward him. "I'm serious," he began lowering his arm slightly, and Stephanie had no choice but to follow downward.
"I let someone borrow an old one once. I worked really hard on it" his arm continued lower, and Stephanie's leaning belly was dangerously close to the table.
"Well, it turns out they ended up spilling coffee on it and ruined the whole thing." Lower and lower his hand went. Stephanie could feel the frigid cold emanating from the table and held her breath as she started sucking in her exposed belly.
"Wanna know what I did?" Josh asked. Stephanie could only muster an anxious, oxygen-deprived smile and shrug as she pretended to be interested in his story. Her chubby belly trembled. Josh knew her belly was getting close to the table. He could feel Stephanie lightly tugging on the study guide but he maintained a firm grasp on it as he continued lowering it.
"I hit 'em right where it hurts." Josh lowered his hand to the table and smiled as Stephanie emitted a weak gasp.

Contact.

He could finally see the bottom hem of her sexy little shirt. It rested at about the middle of her ribs. A strip of seductive upper belly was visible. The rest of her plump tummy had given up, and was plopped deliciously onto the cold unforgiving table—belly button, lower tummy, and all. Stephanie's eyes closed for a second and a shiver went over her body. Cold are we? Well maybe you should've thought twice before wearing that hilarious excuse for a shirt. This is what happens when you leave your vulnerable belly so exposed.
"I'll take good care of it", Stephanie finally mustered.

Josh took one final look at his victim's situation and wondered why there couldn't be a sharp splinter sticking out from the table and poking her right in her deep sexy navel as she leaned over like that. So exposed. Mmm. Maybe next time. He logged that idea and let go of the booklet. He stared in amazement as Stephanie slid her silky smooth tummy away from him and scraped it softly along the dull edge of the table. He caught a peek of her lickable innie and had to take a deep breath in order to process what he had just seen.

Stephanie lifted the booklet and began flipping through it, blocking Josh's view once again.
"Hey, you look.. different." Josh said inquisitively.
Stephanie looked up at his fat face for a second, then looked down at the study guide again. "Yeah, some random kid ran into me at lunch and knocked my entire tray on me. Everyone laughed at me, I'm surprised you didn't see—everyone else saw." She looked down. "Anyway, my shirt got ruined and I had to put on the extra one I had."
"Oh, that's right!" Josh chimed in, "the sweater you had just in case you got dress coded! Remember you told me? Although, you'd probably get dress coded in that one too." He chuckled without remorse.
"Well, the weird thing is... it used to be a normal-sized sweater! But I think someone is messing with me and they cut it. And they ruined my jeans too." Tears welled up in her eyes.
Aww poor thing. Am I supposed to feel sorry for a little tease like you? You brought this on yourself for wearing such a tiny shirt in the first place. Don't act like you wouldn't have shown off that tummy regardless.

"Who would do that? And for what?" Josh asked with wicked curiosity.
"I'm.. honestly not sure" she sniffled. "I can't think of a reason why someone would do it." Oh reeeally? Not ONE? You really are just a clueless tease aren't you? No way. There's NO way. You HAVE to know how sexy and vulnerable you look in those little crop tops. You're just trying to get everyone worked up aren't you? You want to be desired. Well, you are...

Josh's mind was a windstorm of hunger. A burning aching hell that yearned for Stephanie—for her tight, pudgy little body. Despite his primal thoughts, he revealed a yellow smile and was satisfied that she didn't suspect him.
"Well, anyway, I'm not gonna figure out the mystery in here so if it's okay with you, I think I'll just take this home to study and I can give it back tomorrow." Stephanie began putting the study guide in her bag, but Josh was panicking. He couldn't let her get away just yet. He wasn't done.

"Y..y..you're leaving already?" he stuttered.
"Well, yeah I'm sure I'll do okay after reading this." she smiled.
"Oh, well I wouldn't be too sure. The test is really hard you know. I barely passed, even with that study guide."
Shit! Think fast. And then the idea hit him like a meteor.

"Hey! How about I write some sentences up on the board? I'll leave a space and you can fill in the blank with the right word?"
He could tell she was hesitant.
"Ehh.. I think I'll be okay."
No... I can't let this be it. I can't let her leave.
"Cmon!! Seriously, it'll take 2 seconds. And it'll cut down your study time by like an hour. I'm just trying to help you here."
Stephanie was still iffy about it but her hesitation was enough to give Josh the chance to begin writing on the whiteboard.
"Trust me, 2 secs." His mind was wracking to come up with coherent Spanish, and eventually he settled for broken up gibberish. This dumb tease won't know the difference.

Josh stepped back after writing for a couple of minutes. The board was lined from top to bottom with sentences.
"Ready?" He spun around and held out the marker.
Stephanie sighed and stood up. For a split second, he noticed that even more of her creamy lower tummy was visible as her ripped up jeans had fallen a bit but she immediately pulled them up, hiding her exposed hips under the denim. She walked toward him with a puzzled expression as she stared up at the board. She subconsciously attempted to fix her sweater but her lower belly refused to be covered up. She took the marker from his sausage fingers and stood in front of the board.
"Alright, fill em out." Josh moved over to where he had an exceptional view of Stephanie from the side.

He fell into a trance as she bent over a bit and filled out the first blank on the bottom of the board. Her sweater did little to cover her skin and a delicious strip of her back foreshadowed the enormous amount of tummy that was about to be revealed. Little by little, she made her way up. As soon as she reached the sentences that were above her head, her little sweater began to lift as it tried to keep up with her rising arm. She had only just begun filling out the sentences, and there was still a whole lot of board left above her. Josh licked his lips. His eyes were locked on her waist and he prepared himself for the enticing spectacle that was about to unfold before his eyes.