You rush out the front door and crash right into the head cheerleader who so recently sat in front of you in psych class. You both go crashing to the ground, sending all your stuff flying.
She is surprised and apparently a little upset. She would probably be telling you off, but she’s trying to get adjusted to the new reality of suddenly finding herself flat on her back, with you on top, and her legs wrapped around you.
Granted, ever since you saw this beauty stroking the football player’s cock the other day, you have tried to imagine what this would be like, but in your dreams you were located somewhere other than the sidewalk.
“Watch where you’re going, you clutz!”
So much for making a good first impression.
You mutter an awkward apology, even as you become very aware that your erection issues are not getting any better while you remain in this position. You try to untangle yourself from her, while thinking, “I wish I had more time… it would be fun to try this again somewhere with more privacy.”
Immediately the cheerleader’s demeanor changed, and she purred coyly in your ear, “I know you don’t have a lot of time right now, but why don’t we pick this up again soon somewhere more private – like your bedroom?”
You look at her with your jaw hanging open. She simply gets up, plants a kiss on your lips, and walks away, as if it were the most natural thing in the world.
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