Still in euphoria and shock from his make-out session with Sheila Foster, Tom nearly backed straight into two students who had arrived behind him. Turning, Tom saw the smiling faces of his two best friends, Bill and Chris, standing before him.
“Guys,” Tom started with excitement, “You are never going to believe what happened!”
“What?” Chris asked.
“Sheila Foster just totally made out with me! It was unbelievable. And then Mitch showed up and he didn’t seem to care. It was amazing.”
Bill and Chris looked at one another and shrugged. Bill turned back toward Tom. “Why wouldn’t we believe that? You make-out with Sheila Foster every morning before class.”
Chris continued: “Seriously man. Everyone knows that. Tell us something we don’t know. You are the luckiest guy in school that you get to feel her up every morning. What I wouldn’t give for a second with her. I bet even stupid Mitch gets blue balls just wishing he was allowed to touch her like you do.”
Tom just stared at his friends with complete confusion. He was about to ask them what was going on when something new caught his eye. Walking into view of the trio was Melissa Gibson, another one of the school’s cheerleaders. If Sheila Foster was the most beautiful girl in school, Melissa Gibson was a close second. While Sheila was the all-American girl with blonde hair and blue eyes, Melissa Gibson was just goddamn sexy. She was a 5'8, 114 pound, brunette, Italian/Scottish mix goddess with blue eyes, long legs and perfect B cup breasts.
Although she had the assets necessary to make a slave of any mortal man, it was well known throughout school that Melissa was still a virgin. She was a good girl who had pledged to wait until marriage before putting out. For some reason this made Melissa all the more sexier. The guy who could convince her to break that purity oath would definitely be a god amongst all other students.
Those who wished to attempt such a holy quest however had more to deal with than just circumventing Melissa‘s purity pledge. There was also an impassable obstacle that came in the form of Melissa’s 6'5 basketball playing, Christian youth leading, fellow purity pledge taking, boyfriend Rick Locane.
Rick would defend Melissa’s honor and purity pledge at all costs. Mess with Melissa and you would find yourself at the end of a pounding from Rick’s gigantic fists. Somehow the Christian scripture’s lesson of ‘turning the other cheek’ did not translate where Melissa was concerned. Other than that however, Rick was actually a pretty nice guy. No one ever had problems with him as long as you did not try to mess with his girlfriend. Apparently Rick was convinced that he would be the first to venture where no man had gone before and Melissa had never given him any reason to believe otherwise.
Still, and making matters worse for the average male teen, Melissa had a reputation of being a tease. She knew she was beautiful and had no qualms about having fun with it. Apparently having a titan boyfriend like Rick Locane allowed her the freedom and confidence to act that way. She certainly dressed to accentuate her god given gifts. One would swear high school cheerleading outfits were designed with Melissa’s body in mind because it fit her perfectly so as to make every boy drool with lust. Yet despite her demeanor, she wasn’t a bitch. She was friends with almost everyone and was near impossible to hate. Essentially everyone in school loved Melissa.
As for Tom, Bill and Chris, they definitely loved Melissa from afar. Unfortunately for them, as with Sheila Foster before her, Melissa traveled in a completely different social world. If she had ever attempted to talk to them, all three boys would have likely frozen from pure fright.
Now here was Melissa, perfectly fitting cheerleading outfit and all, walking in the direction of the trio and breaking the hearts of those who would never have her with every step she made.
“God damn look at her,” Chris said with no attempt to hide his gawking, “What I wouldn’t give....” “Yeah we know,” Bill interrupted, “Come back from fantasy land and join the club. No one gets to hit that,” he paused for a moment and then concluded, “...except for Tom here.”
Tom’s eyes shot away from the approaching goddess and was about to question Bill on his comment but was interrupted as Melissa reached where the group was standing. She stopped and turned toward him. “Hey, Tom, what’s up?”
Tom froze and couldn’t say anything. Was she really talking to him? Melissa just smiled and continued. “Ok.....”, she said with great sarcasm noting his silence, “You better not be sick or something. We’re getting graded on our fucking technique today and I’m expecting you to make me cum harder than you ever have before. It isn’t easy maintaining my purity pledge you know, especially with guys hitting on me all the time. The orgasms I get from you are the only thing that keep me going through the day until cheerleading practice.” As she finished speaking she closed her eyes for a moment and let out a sigh of pleasure as if she was recalling an orgasm from a previous date.
*But it isn’t cheerleading season,* Tom thought to himself as his eyes ran across her uniform before realizing how stupid it was that his mind was apparently focusing upon the time of year rather than the sexual implications of what had just been said.
Still no response came from Tom’s lips. “So this is some weird role playing game or something right?” Melissa asked with a smirk, “Playing the strong silent type huh? Cool, I love foreplay. Makes me all the more horny for that magic cock of yours. Can’t wait! Also, it makes Rick happy knowing you keep me satisified. He's always so nervous I'll stray. Anyway, see you in a bit.” She did an adorable sort of goodbye wave that would make any average male heart melt and then turned with a flip of her cheerleading skirt and basically skipped down the hall.
The trio could do nothing but stare and it was Tom who ultimately broke the silence. “Did that just happen? Did she say what I thought she said?”
“Jesus Tom,” Bill responded, “You smoke something funny this morning?” Chris laughed and took over the dialogue, “Seriously man, first you act like we don’t know about your morning make outs with Sheila Foster and now you’re acting like we don’t know you get to fuck Melissa Gibson everyday in Sex-Ed.”
“I get to what?” is all Tom could muster. But before they could answer the school bell rang signaling that the trio was going to be late for their first class of the day. To make matters worse Melissa's boyfriend, Rick Locane, had entered the hallway and was headed in his direction.
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