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she did throw her arms around me. “Thank you!” she exclaimed.
My hard-on was standing fully erect now. She pressed her breasts into me and I could feel their firmness even through her top. Little did she know how much I longed to rip that top open and feel her bare flesh underneath.
Not knowing what else to do with this girl, I slowly put my arms around her and patted the smooth, bare skin on her back. Each pat lowered a half-inch until my finger just barely grazed the top hem of her skirt. Then she pulled back.
And with that, she was once again gone.
If she’d only given me five more seconds, my hand would have been patting that sweet ass of hers. But once again, the girl seemed to have absolutely no clue what she was doing to me, and what I wanted her to do to me.
Or maybe she did know what a tease she was, and the innocence was all just an act. Either way, I had to wait nearly twenty minutes before my dick went soft again and I was able to get up and leave my office.
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I always went to the home football games. Being a professor of the college did have the advantages of not only getting my tickets early, but also getting them for free. Needless to say, I selected seats nearest to where the cheerleaders would be performing.
It was the first home game of the season, so the stands were packed. But there I was, front row, with a perfect view of all the nubile young women, dressed in scanty outfits doing flips and shaking parts of their bodies in ways that would make strippers jealous.
Hell, if I went down to the strip club in town, there was a good chance I’d see one or more of these young ladies swinging from a pole—college girls have to earn money somewhere, after all.
So, anyway, there I was, watching more of the cheerleaders than the game. Nikki was hot. Since she was so small, she got thrown in the air a lot. She’d do flips in the air, and spread her legs real wide. This would give me an awesome view of the cameltoe she was displaying in those tight blue cheerleading panties.
And the way her tits bounced up and down when she would do her cheers. I wished I could see it all in slow motion. But I would simply have to settle for watching her bounce in real life.
It was fourth quarter and the sun was going down, bringing a slight chill to the air. Fall comes early where we’re from. Our team was up by twenty points and it with only a few minutes left on the clock, there was little chance of us losing.
This was the point where I usually left. We couldn’t lose unless tragedy struck, and traffic getting out of the games was always hellish. But I decided to stay just one minute more to take one last look at my goddess. And I was glad I did—very, very glad.
The cheerleaders, working ever so hard to get the crowd cheering—not that they needed to—were doing a good deal of acrobatic tricks. Like I said, because she was small, Nikki was the one to get tossed up in the air.
I cheered as Nikki did a double backflip nearly ten feet above the ground. But as she came down, one of her spotters misjudged and didn’t catch her correctly. Nikki fell down awkwardly, landing on her foot at an odd angle. She went down and so did the girl who tried—and failed—to catch her.
“AHHH!” she screamed.
I jumped up from my seat and ran down to the field. They let me on the field without question—again, being a professor at the college had its perks. I ran over to where Nikki was laying on the ground, clutching at her ankle. She was crying out in pain.
I don’t know why, but I genuinely cared about this girl and wanted her to be well. I barely knew her, other than seeing her in my class, so I shouldn’t have had this kind of emotional attachment. But I did. I cared for her.
“Are you okay?” I asked, looking down at her ankle.
She shook her head as the tears streamed down her face.
“C’mon, let’s get you to the emergency room.”
“No,” she said immediately, placing one of her
My hard-on was standing fully erect now. She pressed her breasts into me and I could feel their firmness even through her top. Little did she know how much I longed to rip that top open and feel her bare flesh underneath.
Not knowing what else to do with this girl, I slowly put my arms around her and patted the smooth, bare skin on her back. Each pat lowered a half-inch until my finger just barely grazed the top hem of her skirt. Then she pulled back.
And with that, she was once again gone.
If she’d only given me five more seconds, my hand would have been patting that sweet ass of hers. But once again, the girl seemed to have absolutely no clue what she was doing to me, and what I wanted her to do to me.
Or maybe she did know what a tease she was, and the innocence was all just an act. Either way, I had to wait nearly twenty minutes before my dick went soft again and I was able to get up and leave my office.
**********
I always went to the home football games. Being a professor of the college did have the advantages of not only getting my tickets early, but also getting them for free. Needless to say, I selected seats nearest to where the cheerleaders would be performing.
It was the first home game of the season, so the stands were packed. But there I was, front row, with a perfect view of all the nubile young women, dressed in scanty outfits doing flips and shaking parts of their bodies in ways that would make strippers jealous.
Hell, if I went down to the strip club in town, there was a good chance I’d see one or more of these young ladies swinging from a pole—college girls have to earn money somewhere, after all.
So, anyway, there I was, watching more of the cheerleaders than the game. Nikki was hot. Since she was so small, she got thrown in the air a lot. She’d do flips in the air, and spread her legs real wide. This would give me an awesome view of the cameltoe she was displaying in those tight blue cheerleading panties.
And the way her tits bounced up and down when she would do her cheers. I wished I could see it all in slow motion. But I would simply have to settle for watching her bounce in real life.
It was fourth quarter and the sun was going down, bringing a slight chill to the air. Fall comes early where we’re from. Our team was up by twenty points and it with only a few minutes left on the clock, there was little chance of us losing.
This was the point where I usually left. We couldn’t lose unless tragedy struck, and traffic getting out of the games was always hellish. But I decided to stay just one minute more to take one last look at my goddess. And I was glad I did—very, very glad.
The cheerleaders, working ever so hard to get the crowd cheering—not that they needed to—were doing a good deal of acrobatic tricks. Like I said, because she was small, Nikki was the one to get tossed up in the air.
I cheered as Nikki did a double backflip nearly ten feet above the ground. But as she came down, one of her spotters misjudged and didn’t catch her correctly. Nikki fell down awkwardly, landing on her foot at an odd angle. She went down and so did the girl who tried—and failed—to catch her.
“AHHH!” she screamed.
I jumped up from my seat and ran down to the field. They let me on the field without question—again, being a professor at the college had its perks. I ran over to where Nikki was laying on the ground, clutching at her ankle. She was crying out in pain.
I don’t know why, but I genuinely cared about this girl and wanted her to be well. I barely knew her, other than seeing her in my class, so I shouldn’t have had this kind of emotional attachment. But I did. I cared for her.
“Are you okay?” I asked, looking down at her ankle.
She shook her head as the tears streamed down her face.
“C’mon, let’s get you to the emergency room.”
“No,” she said immediately, placing one of her
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