At the end of practice, I head over to my bag and fall beside it. Drill day. Carly and Ronnie come up and set beside me. “Drill day” they both say as they set beside me. We catch our breath and drink our water. “So, hey” Carly asks, “why were you late?” “Oh, get this” I say, pulling my phone from the outside pocket of my bag. I pulled up the email from Dr. Keaton and slid my phone over to them. “Check this out” I say. “Oh, how ominous” Ronnie says. “I know, what’s that about” Carly looks at me, asking. “I have no idea. I was worried about him so I went back over my paper to see what could have been wrong with it. That’s why I was late” I say, gathering my things. “I’m gonna head to the library. I have to study for this calculus test. Love you bitches, call me later” I stand up and grab my bag. “They wave in unison as I walk out the double doors. I head out of the gym and walk the long sidewalk over to the library.
It was already nine o’clock, so I didn’t expect many students to be there. Especially since it was Thursday. Everyone was going to party. I climbed to the third floor, where no one usually is, and sat in my normal corner. Where it was situated, I could climb on the couch in the corner and relax while I studied. I sat down my gym back and backpack and sat on the couch. I was still sweaty from practice, so I grabbed a new shirt from my gym bag and changed. I pulled out my Calculus book from my bag and opened it to lay on the light brown table. I grabbed a pen and got started.
An hour later, I was fairly confident about my test. I sat back and took a deep breath, letting my back relax from being bent over so long. I look over to see the library attendant standing up collecting her things. I checked my watch. Ten-thirty. She was off. Luckily the third floor was open all night, for students who needed it. I hear her chatting with someone, so I look over to see Dr. Keaton standing at her desk. Holy shit! I wonder if he would talk to me now instead of tomorrow. I am just so nervous about what he wants to talk about. He makes me nervous. He’s so handsome. His tall muscular body leaned over the counter made me bite my lip. I wonder what his dick looks like. He says goodbye and walks over to the copier. The attendant leaves, letting the door shut behind her. I look back to my calculus book, trying to ignore him. He said tomorrow. Plus, it’s ten-thirty at night in the library. He’s obviously working late, and I don’t want to keep him any longer.
“Ms. Waterbury” I hear, making me look up. “What are you doing here so late?” It was Dr. Keaton. The top of his shirt was unbuttoned a bit. “Calculus” I chuckle, pointing at my book. He was so handsome. “Well you are always working hard. How do you have time to be a cheerleader” he questions, cocking his head to the side. Oh. That made my stomach hurt. What was that? “Well, sometimes I wish I didn’t” I say with a laugh. “Today was drill day”. He trails his tongue across the bottom of his lip. Oh God that is making me hot. I feel so warm, in my panties. This is wrong, so wrong. “You should be resting then” he says, looking at me. “Yeah but I have to study to keep up my grades. . . Speaking of grades” I pause, “What did you want to see me about” I lean back to prepare myself for the worst. “I actually wanted to talk to you about your paper. It was phenomenal. I liked how you really showed the connections between the characters. Very inquisitive” he beamed. I smiled big. “Thank goodness. I was worried I had done something wrong”. “No. I would like to show you some of my notes though. Do you mind” he asks pointing to the couch beside me. Oh God the thought of being so close to him made me shift in my seat. “Sure”.
He’s setting so close to me. My spandex is riding up my thighs. My soft thighs glistened from the lotion and fresh tan in the hall today. I leaned over the table to look at my paper where he had laid it. I reached to grab it and pull it closer as an excuse to move so my shirt would slide up in the back, showing my red lacey underwear. He cut his eyes over and back when he saw them. I wonder if it made him feel like me. What was this feeling I was having in my panties? Was I wet? What was I doing? He smiled a little and started talking about the paper.
“So what would you do with me” I ask him. Seeing his reaction. “Well, I would edit and work with you. Thoroughly.” I leaned in and kiss him on the mouth. I couldn’t help it. I just wanted him. I was so hot down there. I just wanted to kiss him. To my surprise, he put his hands in my hair and pulled me in. He kissed me back, taking my breath away. I pulled away. “What are we doing” I whisper to him. “This is why I wanted to see you. You’re an amazing write. An amazing student. An amazing cheerleader with an amazing body. I want you”. I blush. How can my lit professor be saying this to me right now? He leans over me. “Wait” I say. “I haven’t do this before”. “No one will know” he replies. “Plus we are in here alone”. He starts to kiss on my neck. “No. I mean this. I’m a virgin” I say. I see his dick grow in his pants. “That is . . . I can’t describe you. I’ll be easy. But you’re mine. Don’t you dare let anyone else take you. I want you to be mine. We can start off slow”. He slides off the couch so he’s on his knees in front of me. He kisses my knees, trailing kisses up the top of my thighs. “Mm” he says. “You taste good. I bet you taste good here too” he says, planting a kiss on my pussy through my spandex shorts. I blush. How can he be doing this? I had just worked out. What would he think? He tugged at my shorts, motioning me to let him slide them off. “I’ll be slow, I promise. If you don’t like it, I’ll stop”. I lift my hips, reluctantly, so he can slide them off. They’re so tight they take my underwear with them. “Oh” I say, blushing. My bare pussy is out for him to see. The prickles of black hair sprinkled on my pussy and panty lines. “Oh my gosh. You are beautiful”. He leaned in and kissed the top of my vagina. I moaned. I couldn’t help it. I tried to hold it in. “That’s it baby” he spread my legs and got between me. He propped my knees up on his shoulders. “Relax and let me take control. I’ll show you”. He leaned forward and planted a kiss right on my lips. “Oh my gosh” I said. It sent shocks through my body. Oh, I had never done this before. Now I know what everyone is always talking about. I tilt forward, opening my lips a bit to him. “No, just wait” he said. He kisses my inner thighs. He leaves a hickey on my right thigh. He starts to kiss my left thigh. “I want you to kiss me there” I beg. I can’t handle it anymore. I want him on me. I don’t know how or why, I just want him to suck on my clit. “Oh, Miss Bossy I see”. He obliges, kissing on my clit. I cry out. It felt amazing.
He smiles, then heads into me. His tongue is scraping against my clit. It is like nothing I have ever felt before. I spread my legs more and start to roll my hips. I just want more movement down there. It feels so good and I want more. He starts to lick me faster. His tongue is flicking off my clit. Ugh it feels so good. I want it harder. I put my hand on his head and push him into my pussy. I grind on his lips and I start to feel close. “Oh God yes Dr. Keaton. You’re going to make me cum”. “Yes baby that’s what I want” he says against my pussy. He sucks on my clit and it sends me over. “Oh” I moan as I cum in his mouth. He slips down and sucks on my hole. I keep cumming. My body twitches with each wave of orgasm. He keeps licking me. With every lick I twitch. I am shaking and moving as I cum. I moan loudly, signaling him to go back and suck on my clit. One long hard suck. “Oh God” I scream. It’s too much. He kisses my clit twice, then sets back on his feet. “How was that” he says. “Like nothing I’ve ever felt” I reply. “Good”.
Chapter Two – The Gym
We were standing in the locker room doing our make-up. Carly was putting eyeshadow on and Ronnie was helping me with my face paint. “Let’s get ready” our coach echoed through the lockers. Ronnie pulled her cheer top on over her black lingerie bra. I made sure my spanks were covering my panties and headed out onto the field. The game was close so everyone was on edge. We had just finished our routine during halftime when I saw Dr. Keaton standing beside our coach. He was wearing a button up and a matching hat with our school name on it. He eyed me carefully, looking from my feet to my breasts. How can he be so bold? I walked back over to my spot and stood beside my pom-poms. He was standing about ten yards from me, talking to the assistant coach of the football team. Why was he on the field? “Blue round” Carly yelled, signaling our next cheer. I bent over to grab my pom-poms and see Dr. Keaton take a step back to look up my skirt. I shot up, red faced knowing what he was doing. I cut my eyes to him where he winked and went back to talking to the coach. Oh my gosh, he was so risky. He stayed on the sideline throughout the game causally catching my eye every now and then. Especially when I had finished a cheer. It was the end of the third quarter and we were instructed to do our competition routine. It was a very sexual dance, targeted towards women being body positive. Oh this would be fun.