Martin Turner was the boy you picked on in High School, he was the skinny looking kid with freckles that got beat up every day by the local bullies. He was the smartest kid in science class who wore wide rimmed spectacles that were always broken and always stuck back together with grubby looking plasters. He was the ugly duckling, the one with no friends who spent his evenings on his computer or in the back shed with his science kit. Of course he was also the one most likely to go nuts one day and pack a gun instead of his lunch, just to remind you all that he existed. But that’s another story. And this has nothing to do with revenge.
The lunch bell rang and all through Downtown Highschool kids left their classroom and headed on about their business. Some went to eat their lunch, some met up with their girlfriend or boyfriend, others hit the sports grounds and still others went behind the gymnasium to smoke secret cigarettes.
Martin Turner was the last to leave Maths class, wanting to finish the advanced physics equation he was so close to solving before he went on his break. He didn’t much like lunchtimes anyway so he was in no hurry. Mostly he spent his lunch hour eating alone with a good science book, or if it was a bad day someone would stumble across him and tease him or worse, beat him up. Martin finished the problem and packed up his books.
“Come on Marty,” said Mr Steedman his maths teacher, hurrying him up, “Shouldn’t you be outside in the sun chasing girls or something?”
“Ahh,” stammered Martin, blushing furiously at the mention of girls, “Yes Mr Steedman.” He hurriedly finished packing his bag and hurried out of the classroom, almost dropping all his stuff as he stumbled on the leg of a chair in his way.
“See you tomorrow,” his teacher called after him.
Martin pulled the classroom door closed and hurried out of the room, not looking where he was headed. He spun around to look where he was going and ran smack into someone. Martin and the other person tumbled to the ground, and the young geek found himself on top of a rather curvaceous female figure. Martin had crashed into none other than Kelly Sinclair, the captain of Downtown Highschools cheerleading squad and the post popular girl in school. Time seemed to crawl to a halt.
Kelly was dressed in a super short plaid skirt, displaying her incredible toned, long legs, reminiscent of a kinky catholic schoolgirl skirt. A tight fitting white blouse that was stretched taut across her firm and full C cup breasts, the fuel for more than a few of Martin’s (and probably most boys at Downtown Highschool) wet dreams and jerk off sessions.
Martin found himself face down in Kelly’s sizeable bosom, his crotch against one firm thigh, although it took him a few moment to realize his position, and when he did, he froze in terror. Kelly’s large soft breasts felt incredible against his face, it was the closest he’d ever come to a real pair of tits and it was an amazing feeling. The teenager felt himself stiffen slightly against Kelly’s warm thigh, her breathing causing her chest to rise and fall against his cheek. From his very close up point of view Martin could see the lacy white material of Kelly’s bra and this caused further stirrings in his loins.
Time suddenly kicked in again as Kelly screamed loudly and angrily in his ear and shoved him off her chest. Martin fell sideways off her and was quick to grab up his bag to cover the bulge in his lap. He looked over at the furious cheerleader and saw that her already short skirt had been pushed up and he caught a glimpse of the white panties at her crotch.
“You clumsy asshole!” snapped Kelly, getting to her feet. There were a few onlookers around, sniggering at Martins predicament.
“S..Sorry,” stammered Martin, blushing furiously. He absolutely hated being the center of attention.
“That’s okay,” said Kelly, her voice suddenly uncharacteristically softening. Any usual encounter of this kind with Kelly Sinclair would have led to about ten minutes of verbal abuse, plus a possible beating from her boyfriend Tom Foster, captain of the football team. Kelly bent forward and offered her hand to help Martin to his feet.
The front of her blouse hung low as she bent and Martin got an eyeful of her lush, soft breasts and deep cleavage before he tore his gaze up to her face. He tentatively reached out and took her soft hand, fearful she was playing some joke on him. But he safely regained his footing with her help.
Once he was on his feet Kelly pushed him against the lockers behind him, leaning her curvaceous body against his. “You’re Marty Turner right?” she asked him, her voice still soft.
“Ahh…yes..” Marty stammered, he’d never been so nervous in his life. The cheerleader’s soft body felt incredible so close to him, her breasts almost touching his chest and her warm hand on his shoulder.
“You’re good at maths right?” Kelly asked him, her voice very seductive. Martin gasped as he felt her long leg slip between his, her thigh rubbing the inside of his as she toyed with the hair behind his neck with one hand and stroked his chest with the other.
Martin was sure she was setting him up, but right now he didn’t care. This beautiful cheerleader was coming on to him and his pants felt as though they were about to explode. “Umm, I guess so,” he replied, his voice shaking and his eyes wide.
Kelly’s warm thigh moved up his thigh and pressed into his hard crotch, rubbing back and forth slightly, the pretty cheerleader cooed in appreciation and the hand on Martin’s chest stroked down across his body and slipped up between his legs.
“I need some tutoring,” Kelly breathed, giving his throbbing crotch a squeeze through his pants. She leaned in close, her full breasts pressing against him. “If you teach me maths I can suck your cock as payment.”
At this Martin almost fainted, he barely heard the sound of the zipper on his pants as Kelly opened them and reached inside. “Oh God!” groaned Martin as he felt Kelly’s soft hand on his bare penis, he was so close to cumming it wasn’t funny.
Suddenly Kelly released him and stepped back, her previously warm and seductive expression turning to a look of disgust.
“Oh my God!” she snapped, “Look at your little dick!”
Martin immediately blushed and the sounds of harsh laughter filled his ears. He then realized that he wasn’t alone with Kelly, but in fact in a crowded school corridor. And his small erect penis was dangling out of the front of his pants.