Chapter 4

It was a full week since Jenny Wilson’s interlude with Mr. Walker. She found it hard to keep it from her best friend, Angie Walker, but she knew she must. She wondered what Angie would do if she found out. The two young cheerleaders walked to the football field for Tuesday afternoon’s Saint John’s J.V. game against nearby Franklin High. It was getting colder as fall neared, and this was the first opportunity for the J.V. girls to wear their new winter uniforms.

Jenny and Angie both looked like dolls. Jenny, with her long blonde hair, parted in the middle and swept back over her shoulders with those golden bangs, looked sweet and innocent with her cute dimples. She was an absolute darling in her new cheerleading uniform. It fit her thin 5’6” frame like a glove, and she couldn’t wait to show it off.

Angie, a year older, was a bit more developed than Jenny. Almost as tall, her figure was more shapely, and her long brunette hair was thick and wavy. Her face was quite attractive, but not as sweet and innocent-looking as Jenny’s.

The cheerleading sweater was a tight, ribbed turtleneck variety, ending just at her waist, so that when she would lift her arms, her flat tummy would peek out. It was all white except for two thin red stripes running down the sides and down the sleeves.

The red letters “SJHS”, about four inches high, ran across her chest. The skirt was red, with twelve inverted white pleats. It was ever so short, ending just below her crotch, and showing off her long, thin, tanned legs. Her white cheerleading panties were snug on her shapely teen ass. White knee socks with red-and-white saddle shoes completed the outfit.

It was about 4:15 P.M. when Jenny and Angie arrived at the field. The stands were never very full for a J.V. game, but a number of supporters were already there, about fifteen minutes before kickoff. The girls began to do their stretching exercises, bending over, touching their toes, sitting on the grass with their legs spread apart to stretch the muscles, as they talked.

“Don’t look now, Jenny,” said Angie, “but there’s about ten men watching us right now.”

“Really?” said Jenny, pretending not to notice.

“Oh, yeah. One guy even has a camera with a big lens,” Angie added.

“Those guys want a show, huh?” asked Jenny.

“Sure. That’s why they come out here. Most of em don’t even have kids in our school. They just want to get turned on by us.”

“You think?” asked Jenny, laughing.

“You bet. Most of those guys don’t care about this game. They just want to fantasize about,” stated Angie matter-of-factly.

Jenny laughed. “You wanna give em a show today?” Jenny asked.

“Sure,” Angie answered, smiling. The two naughty J.V. cheerleaders continued stretching, exaggerating their movements, making them slowly. Jenny stood up and bent over, stretching her hamstrings. Facing away from the stands, she proudly displayed her magnificent young ass, clad in the white cheerleading panties, to the fuck-hungry stares of the men.

“Hey, Jenny,” said Angie softly. “That guy with the camera is taking your picture.”

Jenny grinned. It thrilled her to tease the guys like this. Angie lay on her back, facing the stands. She raised her knees high in the air, then spread her legs slowly and brought them together again, displaying her cute little panty-covered crotch.

“I think that’s enough for now,” laughed Angie. Jenny looked into the stands and saw Mr. Lewis, her teacher. He was staring directly at her.

The band, seated in the stands, started playing one of their favorite rock songs. Jenny, Angie and the other cheerleaders started their pompom routine to the music. Jenny and Angie went out of their way to make the routine as sexy as possible, shaking their little asses, the little red skirts flashing white from the pleats as they swished, the white cheer panties flashing from beneath the hem.

They gyrated their little bodies, raising their arms and showing off the belly-buttons on their flat tummies. In the stands, the men were having a field day with these two young women blatantly showing their bodies off for them.

Mr. Lewis was so horny, he couldn’t take it anymore. He walked down to the fence and motioned Jenny over.

“Yeah, Mr. Lewis?” Jenny asked.

“There’s a janitor’s closet just inside the back entrance, to the left. Please meet me there at half-time,” he begged.

“But Mr. Lewis, I’ll only have ten minutes,” she answered.

“Please, Jenny?”

“Okay, Mr. Lewis, but it will have to be quick.”

“I understand.” With that, Mr. Lewis returned to his seat, only to leave a few minutes before halftime. At halftime, Angie asked Jenny to go to the concession stand with her.

“I can’t,” answered Jenny.

“Why not?” Angie asked.

“Mr. Lewis wants me to meet him in the school for a couple of minutes,” Jenny explained.

“Why?” Angie inquired further. Jenny blushed.

“Are you guys having sex?!” Angie asked, a bit loudly.

“Shhh!” Jenny reprimanded.

“Really? That’s wild!” said Angie, very softly this time.

“We’ve only done it once,” Jenny told her, “but this is between us, okay?”

“Sure, Jenny. I’ve had sex with a couple of teachers before. It’s really not a big deal, actually.”

Jenny smiled at her friend. “I have to go, Angie,” she said, starting to walk off. Angie smiled back at her.

“Have fun,” said Angie. “Maybe I can have him next time.”

Jenny walked briskly toward the school’s rear entrance, her little red cheerleading skirt swishing from side to side, flashing its twelve white pleats. When she got to the janitor’s closet, she looked around to see if anyone was looking, then knocked. Mr. Lewis opened the door, and she quickly stepped inside, closing and locking it behind her.

“Thanks for coming, Jenny,” said Mr. Lewis.

“We only have a few minutes,” she reminded him.

“I know. It’s just that you put on such a show that I just had to have you right now!” He put his arms around her, pressed his lips tightly against hers, and pulled her tightly against him. The twelve white pleats of her tiny red cheerleading skirt fanned out as he reached underneath and squeezed her tight little ass through her cheer panties.

“Put your hands on the sink,” Mr. Lewis instructed. Jenny obliged, turning around, bending over and grasping the edge of the sink.

“I’m gonna fuck you this way, this time, sweet-heart,” he said. He stood behind her, undoing his trousers.

“I thought you were gonna do it in my mouth next time,” Jenny reminded.

“Next time, I promise. But I’ve got to fuck your sweet little pussy right now.” He winced as he pulled his rock-hard cock free from the imprisoning underwear. As Jenny looked over her shoulder, he flipped her tiny skirt over her waist.

“Spread your legs, honey,” he ordered. She did so, and Mr. Lewis grabbed the leg band of her cheer panties. They were so tight, but he managed to pull them aside, exposing her little muff.

“Aren’t you going to take them off, sir?” Jenny asked. “No, Jenny,” he answered. “I’m gonna fuck you in your panties.”

He fisted his prick tip to her pussy from behind. Nestling the head between her twat lips, he wiggled it slightly to moisten it with her cunt juice. She watched as he slowly drove it in.

“Oooffff!” she groaned, as he entered her. Mr. Lewis grabbed her waist with both hands, moving her back and forth, as his cock sawed her sweet pussy. Jenny looked naughty. She was leaning over the sink in her cheerleading uniform, her white sweater pulled up high, her red skirt with the white pleats piled up over her waist, her white cheer panties stretched aside for his cock, her white knee socks and red-and-white saddle shoes spread wide apart for balance. He fucked his little cheerleader hard. Her long blonde hair bounced as her teacher banged her.

“Mr. Lewis, you’re so nasty...” she told him. “Fucking me in my panties like this...”

The young cheerleader could feel the friction of her cheer panties stretched tight across her clit, and it felt really good. It quickly drove her to orgasm.

“Oh, God! Mr. Lewis! I’m getting one!!” Jenny bit her lip to keep from screaming. She was overcome with a warm rush that swept through the luscious cheerleader.

Mr. Lewis groaned. “I’m gonna cum, too!” he exclaimed.

He grimaced as his cock released its tension, filling the young cheerleader with a hot load of cum. It spurted deep into her pussy, sending shivers through her thin, sweet body. Mr. Lewis slowed to a stop and pulled his dripping prick out of her. Jenny’s cheerleading panties snapped loudly back into place. Jenny stood up and her skirt fell back into place.

“Oh, I have to get back now!” she gasped, almost forgetting the game.

“Thanks, Jenny,” Mr. Lewis sighed.

“Sure, Mr. Lewis,” she answered. “Just remember, I get to suck you off next time.” She smiled, opened the door slowly, saw that nobody was around, and quickly ran back to the game. By the time she got back to her friend, she could feel the sopping crotch of her tight cheer panties, soaking wet with Mr. Lewis’ cum.

“How was it?” asked Angie, teasing her.

“Just fine,” Jenny smiled.

“Did you blow him?”

“No, he fucked me again,” Jenny answered, quietly.

Angie looked her over. “Well, Jenny, you look just fine. Except for some of his cum on your legs,” Angie chortled.

Jenny could feel her teacher’s cum as it slowly ran down her thighs onto her white knee socks.

All through the second half, Jenny wondered how many people could notice that her panties were wet. But that didn’t stop her from giving the guys more of a show. She kicked her legs high, twirled around and ground her hips to the band’s music. After the game, Jenny and Angie were among the last to leave. It was 6:00 and starting to get dark. The guy with the camera, who had been taking their pictures, approached them.

“Uh oh, here comes the camera guy,” Jenny warned. He smiled at the two cheerleader sweethearts.

“Hi, girls!” he said. “My name’s Mike.”

“Hi,” they both answered politely.

“You girls are really great cheerleaders,” he complimented.

“Thanks,” they retorted, not knowing where the conversation was going.

“I’d love to take some more pictures of you at my studio,” he said. “I’ll even pay you for your time.”

The girls perked up.

“Really?” Jenny asked. “What would the pictures be for?”

“Just for myself,” came the honest answer.