I know we're not supposed to. Yes, I… I know I could get kicked off my squad and you could lose your important job at the university. But I know you like it too. I know you want me. I can tell. I know you care about me. I know it. I can feel it in how you get so protective. You want to take care of me and make me feel good.
Don't you?
I'm curled up on your lap, still in my hunter green cheer uniform, which I think makes me look even younger than 19. I think you secretly like it, so I leave it on for you. My head rests on your shoulder, at the crook of you neck. I like being all nuzzled in like this, with your arms around me. I lift my head to whisper in your ear, and my nose catches a glide on the side of your neck. "Ahehehe," I giggle because I know you like that feeling and are a little uneasy at the same time.
I whisper my confirmation, "I know you've never done this before… with a student as young as me, or any student really, but… I want you to be my first."
You start to voice your objection, "I don't think that's a…"
"I've thought it over completely, and even if we can never do anything again after tonight, I want this. I want you. And I want you to help me experience all the pleasures I've never felt before. I know you've thought about it. I know you've pleasured yourself, thinking about what you want to teach me all year. I have too. And now I'm prepared for the reality."
You really sweetly try to talk me out of it and tell me all the repercussions, to no avail. You want me. I know it, so there's no use in fighting it any longer. I make you feel so young and adventurous. And you make me feel so cared for and protected. There could be no one better to teach me how to feel pleasure like a woman, than you, my coach.
You tell me to go home as if everything's normal, take a nap and return after dark, still in my uniform. You have fantasies too, after all!
When I return in the late evening it's cold and dark and the walk from my sorority is long. But I want this more than anything I've wanted in my young life. I ring the bell but you don't answer. How odd… After waiting a little bit, I let myself in through the unlocked door.
You must have heard me, because you emerged from the hallway with a look on your face like I had never seen before. Something of shock mixed with desire and longing. It makes you look like a puppy in need of tender, loving, care. After a brief pause to look at you, I smile with a little laugh and run to you. I run and jump into your arms, wrapping my legs around your waist and giving you a big smile. You feel my hard nipples brush you through my outfit. It was cold outside after all! You spin yourself around, with me on your waist. "Whee!" Oh, how you love to make me squeal!
You bellow a growl as you give me a bear hug. You still can't believe I came. You feel nervous, elated, tender and grateful along with the normal alpha male response to a woman being in his arms. I'm barely a woman - you've told me before. I think sometimes you don't know what to think of me. Heheh, you're gonna make me a woman tonight, aren't ya!
I can feel my desire for you in the pit of my stomach, like hunger, only different. I know someday this will end, but I don't care. I want you tonight. I want you to take me. I want you to be my first, and show me what it's like… to… not be afraid of sensation.
While I spent the evening getting ready by taking a nap, you busied your self preparing for what you would do to me tonight. I see candlelight flickering in the bedroom and office as you lead me down the hallway.
You bring me to your office. I see porn on your computer even before I notice the massage table in the middle of the room. You notice, and say you weren't sure I was coming, then rush over and turn it off. I just smile and nod. You hand me a drink and then gulp down your glass of wine nervously. I find your worry attractive, somehow.
You sit down in your office chair and using just the first two fingers of your right hand, hook my palm and guide me gently, but firmly to you. I stand before you, your little cheerleader, stroking your hair and pulling you to my bosom to comfort you. You breathe and sigh into my chest, still a little ashamed about what we're about to do. You feel the desire, fear the repercussions, but the temptation is too great to resist. I kiss you on your forehead to tell you it's alright. You say that's your job, to comfort me. I taunt, "Well, get to it!"
You growl, and lean back to look at me. I can see in your eyes that you are preparing yourself and giving in at the same time. After a moment, you're ready to begin. You trace your hand up my arm. Leaning your forehead against my belly, you reach around, grab my ass over by skirt and bring me down to sit on your lap facing you. "What would you like?" you inquire, with a kiss of my wrist. "Everything," I whisper, looking you straight in the eye.
I'm straddling you, face to face thinking about what I am about to experience. I rise up on my knees, which are pressed into your chair. I press my body to yours and cradle your head tightly to me. I kiss you where your hair is thinning. I hope I didn't just make you feel bad. I just felt like it.
You massage my ass as I'm curled over you. You notice how fresh my pussy smells from your great vantage point. You don't want to just jump in, like any other college boy would do. You want to show me how physical loving is supposed to feel like. You want to spoil me. Anything less than excellence will never do it for me again. I am your co-ed princess, after all.
You slide your hands up my backside, kneading into my muscles, as you go. "How do I get rid of this?" you inquire, with two little tugs on my top. "It unzips from the bottom, then just slips off over my head," I say, giving you a coy little nod. You smile and unwrap my top half as I have instructed.
