Amy the Cheerleader

I carry two duffle bags into my room to start my junior year of college. John is on his bed as I open the door.

“Steve welcome back!”

He stands up and gives me a bear hug. I’m wearing shorts and a tight sleeveless tshirt and he looks me over.

“God damn, son. Did you live in the gym all summer? You are fucking ripped!”

“When I wasn’t working I was on a mission.”

Yes in two years I went from 300 pounds to 6’3” and 200 pounds of lean muscle.

“Get any over the summer?”

I tell him about my little gas station clerk.

“Good job boy! Now there’s a whole campus of pussy waiting for you.”

First day of some boring math class when I see one of the cheerleaders walk in late. I recognize her immediately. She is short, dark brown hair in a ponytail and a little short skirt. Those thighs! Muscular from years of dancing and gymnastics I presume and so tan! She must have been in the sun all summer. My head would look good between those.

She sits on the other side of the room as I try to stay awake during class.

The following week my little cheerleader sits mextto me as she is her usual late arriving and it’s the only chair left. Her white shorts highlight those fucking hot tan thighs and I catch myself staring every chance I get.

I don’t hear the professor at all as I’m daydreaming about eating between those fucking legs.

I lost track of time but I snap back to reality to see the cheerleader is staring right at me. Embarrassed I mouth the words “sorry”. She smiles coyly and grabs my phone from my desk and starts typing.