Winter Season

School girl

“Mr. Patterson,” she giggled batting her eyelashes. “What can I do to get some extra credit? You see, I rrrreallllly want to fu..” She cleared her throat as she corrected herself. “sleep with the quarterback, but in order to do that I have to at least be on the cheer squad. But my grades aren’t good enough.” She unbuttoned three buttons on her shirt exposing the top of her purple bra.

“You’re way too good at this.” He moaned. “I don’t know a man alive that doesn’t want the school girl fantasy.”

“I guess I should just go ahead and tell you, I like to play. Plus, the right kind of roll playing can be fun, Oscar.” She licked her lips.

“You mean you don’t like sex?”

“Building up to sex is more fun. I like to play. I can only compare it to baking cookies, I had much rather eat the cookie dough than the baked cookie.”

“Esther, how much extra credit do you want?” He wanted to rip her clothes off and just give her all the extra credit she needed.

She returned to her school girl voice. “Oh gosh, Mr. Patterson.” She put an arm on either side of her breast and squeezed them together pushing them forward. Oscar didn’t think she needed any help. She put her finger on her bottom lip, batted her eyes again and pouted. “I don’t have a really good grade in your class, science is sooo boring. I mean who really cares how rocks are formed or how to cut open a pomegranate and deseed the damn thing.” She giggled, “darn thing.”

“No you don’t. As a matter of fact, I think you have a D.”

“Shit.” She blushed and giggled. “Oh, shoot. I need at least a B before I can even try out.” She giggled waving her fingers in the air, “I have the hottest routine too.”

“I’m afraid that’s going to be a lot of extra credit.”

She walked on her knees closer to him, stopping at his elevated knee. The material of her shirt pulsed as she moved. She smacked her lips together as she moved closer, then straddled his lap. Her tongue was hot and moist as she licked the nap of his neck all the way up to the top of his chin then back down to his adam’s apple.

“Lock the door Esther.” He moaned.

She sucked at his adam’s apple, gently at first. But once she noticed it drove him wild, she played harder. But not too hard, no one wants a hickey, unless you really are in the 10th grade. “The door is locked Mr. Patterson.” She no longer had her school girl voice. Her voice was low, sexy and struck a cord deep inside him. “We can’t let anyone see just how much I want to be a cheerleader.” He gasped as she kissed around to his ear. He had no idea that his ear could be an erogenous zone. With each lick, each nibble, he found it harder to breathe. “Tell me why every man has the school girl fantasy?”

He hissed, “I can’t speak for every man.”

“Then tell me why you have it.” She moved over to his other ear.

He laid his head back on the couch, panting, “please.”

“Please what?” She hissed.

“We can’t do this.”

She stopped, “as you wish.” She laid her head on his shoulder, listening to the pounding of his heart. How she loved that sound. She was almost asleep when she felt him move.

“Esther?”

“Yes, my love.”

“Love,” he panted enjoying the sound of it on his lips.

Winter Season