---------- Forwarded message ---------- 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.