"I bet you wish you
were
going to see him after the game."
I moaned. "You're not kidding. God, the way he looks at me always gets me going."
Belle giggled. "I bet you could figure something out."
I shifted on my feet so my thighs touched. I shivered again. "I might need to."
Belle and I both laughed.
The game was close. Sometimes, I lost track of the play while focusing on our routines. Long after sunset, at the end of the fourth quarter, the excitement was too much with the score tied. Belle and I turned to watch as the final seconds ticked off the clock. Our quarterback dropped back and let loose a long pass. The receiver stretched out and brought down the ball with one hand. The fans erupted as he ran in open space toward the end zone. He crossed the goal line with the clock showing 0:00, and the roaring crowd reached a new peak. Belle and I hugged and jumped up and down in excitement as the band struck up the fight song one last time.
As the celebrations wound down, Belle and I grabbed our cheer bags and turned to walk toward the gate out of the stadium. "I think with tonight's win, there's a good chance we make the playoffs," Belle said.
"Probably," I agreed. "I won't object to a few more games on the sidelines with my best friends." I said it loud enough for the rest of the squad to hear. They answered with a chorus of cheers.
"Are you sure you're not going to the bonfire party tonight with Brian?" Belle asked. "Maybe just for a little bit?"
"I really can't. It's across town. My parents are probably already waiting for me to get home so we can get on the road. They'll drive most of the night to get there."
Belle shrugged, and we rounded the corner by the gate.
Brian was waiting for me just outside the entrance. I ran up and threw my arms around his neck, pressing my body against him. His hands held my waist. We kissed deeply. I felt my body yearning for his hands to touch me all over, and I let out a small moan. Brian chuckled when I finally broke the kiss. I leaned back to look at his face while we still held each other.
"You're affectionate tonight, Babe," he said. "I like it." He gave me a wink and a grin. His hands squeezed my waist. My whole body ached to be touched further. However, I reflected inwardly that I still hated being called Babe. It was something Brian had only recently started doing. I hadn't realized right away how much I disliked it. Now, it felt awkward to bring it up. He meant it to be sweet, so I endeavored to receive it that way. It didn't put me off. We could talk about it later.
I smiled back at him. "It's just to say thanks for coming to watch me cheer."
"I wouldn't miss it. I was going to come to the game anyway." He shrugged.
"It seems you spent most of the time watching me instead of the action on the field."
He grinned again. "I was watching the action I wanted to see." His hand slipped just under my shell top to run his fingers on the bare skin of my back. My pulse quickened, and I ached with longing for more touching. I lifted my face to kiss him again. Our lips smacked softly. I liked the sensation of his strong arms around me.
Belle cleared her throat behind me. "Don't let me interrupt, but you two are making a scene."
That was hardly true; nobody seemed to care, but we were putting on a public display of affection in the middle of the main exit to the parking lot. I giggled, and Brian and I parted.
He took my hand as we joined the people heading toward the school and the parking lot. Car doors slammed, and engines turned over as the people started to make their way home. The usual gridlock blocked the lot. The night air was just cool enough that I felt a chill in my short skirt and shell top. I moved closer to Brian's warmth. The band was passing by to the boom and rattle of the drumline as they returned to the music room.
Belle waved goodbye before she headed toward the locker room. She gave me a wink as she turned to go. "Bye, bitch," she said with affection. "See you Monday." I returned the wave. A passing older woman glared at Belle in apparent disapproval of the language.
I decided not to go back to the locker room to change so that Brian didn't have to wait for me. He held my hand as we walked to the school's back door. He knew that I always cut through the halls back to my car. He usually parked next to my car in the far lot when he arrived for the game.
Once we left the wing near the gym and locker rooms where the athletes were changing, the dimly lit halls were empty. At night, only a few of the ceiling lights were lit. Our footsteps echoed down the corridor. My body was crying out to be touched, to feel him inside me, but I knew I was expected home. I gnawed on my lower lip in frustration.
"Hey, Babe," Brian said, "do you want to swing by the party? I just thought we could, like, have a moment together." It would not have been the first time we slipped into a dark corner at a party to fool around. "You look so cute tonight. It's driving me crazy."
I giggled. "I know, but I can't. Trust me, I'm feeling it, too. My parents will be suspicious if I go on a side trip across town. I'll be too late."
He sighed. "It's okay. I'll just have to wait for you."
I laughed again. "I don't think you will."
"What?"
I stopped and turned to face him. He put his hands on my waist again. Pressing my body against him, I could feel his cock was hard for me. My yearning for him was like a wildfire spreading from my groin.
"You aren't going to wait," I whispered. "You're going to take care of yourself as soon as you get home, aren't you? After you've been staring at this short skirt all night?" I swayed my hips. "You're not going to wait for me."
Brian chuckled. "Yeah, probably not. But I'd much rather be with you." His right hand slid under my top. He pushed the tight-fitting fabric up and ran his hand over me. My breath caught in my throat, and goosebumps rippled across my flesh. I lifted my face to kiss him. Our tongues flirted together. I was aware of a painful, empty feeling in my body. I knew that only having Brian inside me would make me feel full again.
Brian's other hand was under my skirt. I broke our kiss to draw a heavy breath. My thighs burned where his fingers touched me. I groaned as he finally caressed my pussy over the tight spankies I wore under my uniform skirt. I dropped my bag. Brian pushed me toward the side of the hall until I was pressed against a row of lockers. His mouth was on my neck. My pulse surged as I let him take control. He couldn't wait, and I didn't want him to.
I helped Brian tug the modest underwear down a few inches. His fingertips explored my pussy tentatively. He found that I was slick inside with my arousal. I moaned as he dipped his fingers into me and spread the natural lubrication over my pussy lips. I gasped as he found the mound of my clit. I wanted the release I knew he could give me.
I loved how Brian took charge when he was worked up. I knew he would get like this if I teased him with my uniform. It was exactly what I wanted. A naughty little corner of my mind wondered if I could even stop him from taking me if I wanted to at this point. Probably. Brian was a nice boy. I felt safe with him, but the thought of him being on the edge of self-control sent a thrill through my body. I shivered.
We both jumped as a door closed down the hall. We heard footsteps and the sound of voices approaching. I guess we weren't the only ones cutting through the halls to beat the traffic. Giggling, I tugged my uniform into place and grabbed my bag. Brian pulled me gently by the arm. "In here, Babe."
I followed him into the nearest classroom. He closed the door and drew the shade on the little window that would have allowed anyone in the hall to look into the dark room. The shade was still moving as the voices and footsteps passed us by. Suppressing a soft giggle, I threw my arms around Brian again. His kisses were urgent. Together, we pulled my underwear down below my skirt again. Once they were below my knees, they dropped to my ankles. I stepped out of them.
Brian held me close to him with his strong arm behind my back. His other hand was under my skirt stroking my slick pussy lips. I could hear the wet sounds his fingers made as they swirled. I lifted a leg against him to give him more access while I held myself up against his shoulder. Each time he touched my clit I moaned. I kissed him again.
I was rocking my body against him as he rubbed me. Brian matched the motion of my body. The feeling was like a rising tide. Each touch was as a another wave against the shore. The sensation was intense each time but receded as his fingers slid past my most sensitive spots. But each wave of pleasure was greater than the last as my body responded to the touches. It was building to the point of no return, when the waves would break, releasing my sexual tension in a flood of energy. I moaned as his relentless touches brought me to a climax. My body shook as I felt the pleasure pulsing through me. Brian grinned as I tried to catch my breath.
I lowered my leg to the ground, still shivering from the rush of the climax. Brian pulled me close to him. I felt the strength in his arms as he held my body against him. His hands probed my smooth skin as he urgently kissed me again.
I felt better after the orgasm, but I was unsatisfied. With Brian, I'd discovered that the intensity of my climax was greater when he was inside me. His cock filled my pussy and pressed against places in my body I'd not realized were so important in my self-exploration. I still needed him to fuck me to be truly sated.
"Goddamn, you look so fucking hot in that uniform, Babe," he whispered into my ear.
"I know you love it. I see how you look at me from the stands. Like you're hungry."
