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Date: 6 Dec 1996 09:26:18 GMT
From: sjando@aol.com
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: High School Belly Buttons (f/f)

Disclaimer: Any resemblence to actual people/events purely coincidental. 
Not intended for anyone under the age of 18 or anyone I personally know.


  Denise sat and stared idley at the clock on the classroom wall.  Twenty
minutes till lunch.  The teacher droned on at the front of the class. 
Tick tock tick...boredom.
   Denise had just recently moved to Southern Ca. from rural New Mexico
and was having a hard time fitting in.  She was quiet and shy.  Being a
junior and trying to fit in a school with established cliques was proving
impossible.  She tried to blend in but stuck out.  Her hair was permed,
and her clothes out of style.  Denise surveyed the girls surrounding her
in class.  It seemed all had straight sun-bleached hair and wore shirts
that exposed pierced navels.  Denise was a gymnast at her previous school
so she was in good shape underneath her baggy jeans and long-sleeve shirt,
although one would never know it. She stood 5'6 had brown hair in a bob
cut, and skin that tanned easily.  Her eyes were hazel and dominated her
small face.
Denise found herself staring at an ant making its way across the floor and
snapped herself out of her daze.  Having long ago fallen behind in the
lecture Denise turned around to see the text of the girl behind her. 
Right as she did, the girl  leaned back in a stretch.  The blond girl's
sweater lifted above her jeans to reveal her navel, an oblong shaped innie
which turned to a small slit as the girl arched over her chair back. 
Denise found herself transfixed on the three inches of bare midriff,
especially the faint line of blond fuzz which ran down the middle of the
girls stomach. 
 Denise flushed when the girl realized what was happening.
"uh...um..wh...what page are we on?"
"136" was the blonds firm reply.
Denise turned away. (great, people already think I'm wierd as it is)

During lunch Denise sat with her best and only friend, Luanne.  Luanne was
tall but "big boned" She was intelligent and  could tell Denise had
something on her mind.
"whats up Denise? Why are you so quiet?"
"I think its time I change my wardrobe Luanne."
"like how?"
"so guys pay more attention to me"



Two days later Denise left for school with the intent to be noticed.  She
wore jeans shorts and a sweater which barely met the waist of the Levi's. 
She walked to school and the early fall chill played on her bare legs and
arms.  Denise was beginning to have second thought and began to feel self
concious.  She pulled down the sleeves up her sweater to cover the
goosebumps on her arms.  Like a thousand times earlier she stopped to look
in a car window and raised her arms.  Sure enough the sweater lifted to
show her flat tummy. Her athletic legs were long and slender, the small
hairs on her thighs standing in the early morning chill.
"Brrrrr.."  Denise folded her arms and walked the last block to school.

Her plan worked.  The first boys she saw turned and stared as she walked
past.  "this is great" she thought.  During her classes Denise was careful
not to raise her arms or show too much of her midriff.  Her stomach was
pale when compared to the more popular girls, but she was being noticed.  
After her 2nd period of the day Denise went to the bathroom.  Joanne
Phelps, a senior cheerleader was the only other girl in the bathroom.  It
had been overcast all day and the temperature still hovered around 60
degrees.  Denise was slightly shorter than Joanne who was several pounds
lighter.  Denise admired Joanne for her popularity, and searched
desperately for a topic of conversation as they stood looking into the
mirrors.