Lets call her Rachel

[johnsm00007]

Just a short story that I came to think of from my youth, that came back to me at last weekend's reunion.

When I was in high school I had this really pretty classmate. She wasn't any good in theory subjects at school, but she was good in phys ed. She had short blond hair, the same color as Jennifer Aniston, but back than I would liked if she had the whole Rachel style going. Don't tell me, any boy would have liked a Rachel in their class. And for that sake, no Ross. I was the Chandler kind of guy, so you get it, my classmate was out of my league. Indeed I did like mathematics and could have ended up with a office job where noone knew what I was doing.

One day in phys ed, or gym as it's called here, I was on the treadmill running down after doing some – probably boring – stuff in gym. Than, let's just call her Rachel, I don't want to write her real name, came in together with some other girls. It was five minutes until the end of the class. I was facing the window overlooking the town so I didn't see the girls. But I heard they go for the dumbbells. Not sure how much the lifted, but during the workout Rachel said she wanted lines on her stomach before summer as a challenge to herself. I instantly started to listen more carefully, but then it was all over and we went back to the wardrobes. For the rest of the school year I was trying to get a glimpse of Rachel's stomach, but with no success. Then our paths went in different directions.

So here we are 20 years later, in our late 30-ies. Not many showed up for the reunion, but Rachel did. Her girlfriends from back in the days didn't show up. She had changed, now she talked to everyone and was very nice. She had married and lived up north and worked as a nurse in a hospital. She was married to one of the doctors, had a nice house, but was not blessed with children. I told about my life as a teacher, not married, also no children.

After drinking and dancing we all went to a afterparty that someone had arranged. One girl suggested a round of truth or dare, but that we had to keep it within acceptable limits. I have never played it, just heard the kids in school talk about it, so I was glad we had to keep it within reasonable limits. Of course it all was some fun things and easy facts.

Then suddenly I got to ask Rachel a truth, since I was a little drunk I don't remember the exact question, but it was about the lines on her stomach. Then she said that she got them by the summer 20 years ago. And then she added: -and I've still got'em.

I tried to play cool, but my head was spinning. I could only think about her abs. And I couldn't concentrate on the game anymore. Until suddenly I got a dare from someone else, to prove that Rachel had abs. How do you check that, and still be within reasonable limits? So I leaned over to Rachel, who helped me out. She took my hand a without lifting her top put my hand underneath it. Then she leaned backwards and tensed her abs. My hand was shaking. But I felt her stomach up and down, then from left to right, only to feel a prominent six pack. Then I said loud: -just hang on a sec, I have to count, I'm not sure if she has a four pack or six pack. She laughed, which really made her abs tense. Then she took my hand away and I had done my dare.

I'm not sure if the others could tell by my face that I was impressed. Later Rachel had to control my one pack in the same way.

Of course this wouldn't stay within limits, so it got more and more dirty. Some people, an old couple from school had to check if they were as good kissers now as back in the days, even though both are married to different people. Then suddenly someone dared me to drink a vodka shot from someone's navel, but I could chose from whom I wanted. Needless to say, it was Rachel.

Rachel would lay down on her back, then she pulled up her top and bared her abs for the whole group. What a set of abs! I grabbed the vodka bottle, but instead of pouring into her navel, I poured further up, letting the vodka float down between her abs like a slow river. She giggled and I started to drink from her belly button, then licking vodka from the rest of her abs. Slowly feeling and licking every lump and crave of her abs. I was having the time of my life, so was Rachel I think. Because when I looked up, the rest of the group was back at playing, leaving us to our self. I looked Rachel in the eyes and said something like, -I remember you saying you wanted lines on your stomach, do you mind me having one more vodka?

I had another vodka, another round of abs caressing.

The next day I woke up in a stranger's bed, looking to my right there were some familiar abs.

[johnsm00007]

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[jhunter]

Nice one shot, short but not a bad start. Good luck in further writings.