Another in my series of short stories.
Prof. Davis Drives it Home
"She's exhausted." Kyla said from the passenger seat of the rental car.
"Yeah," I responded. "She's out already. Poor thing. She was up all night. Every time that she drifted off, someone came in and woke her up to check on her. She'll probably sleep all of the way home."
"I feel so bad but it wasn't really anyone's fault, "Kyla explained. "It was just one of those things that happen."
I guess it's time to let you into our conversation.
I'm Professor Davis and I help with the cheer squad at the Junior College where I teach. I don't coach them; I'm more of the equipment manager. Recently, I've had to get involved with a bit more than just the equipment bags though. These girls are college cheerleaders and they fully know what they're doing. However, they can be very demanding. It all started with a spanking, and it just keeps getting more and more crazy each day.
Today I found myself driving Shawna home with Kyla as an escort. Shawna is a flyer on the college cheer squad. Last night at practice in preparation for today's game, Shawna got hurt. One of the base girls lost her grip on Shawna's left shoe as they were posting her up into the stunt. The girls holding her right shoe held firm so Shawna lost her balance when her left foot came free. This resulted in the base girls collapsing to the ground in a heap. Now this would usually give the flyer something softer than the track to land upon. In this case, however, tiny little Shawna became, well...literally a flyer.
Shawna was catapulted a good five to six feet backwards, flailing her arms in the air. Her right arm landed weird and her forearm snapped in half. It was a disgusting sound to hear. Luckily for the observers around, the bone didn't penetrate through the skin, but you could clearly see that it had broken.
The rest of the night was spent in the emergency room where she was poked and prodded all night long. This morning it was determined as a better choice to just take her home for the required surgery. She was splinted and wrapped tight and we rented a car to drive back to town. The cheer coach would stay with the team and I would drive Shawna home. When it was suggested that Kyla go along, you should have seen the smile she sent my way. I was going to have to be careful.
So that brings us back to Kyla's comment about Shawna being asleep in the back seat. I had just agreed that she was probably out for the trip.
Kyla was wearing her cheer warm-up suit. She leaned over and glanced back to check on Shawna who was sprawled out across the back seat. Then she looked back to me and smiled.
"Blowjob, then?" she whispered with an evil grin.
"Shhhh!" I reprimanded her, though I had to take my hand from the wheel to adjust my suddenly thickening cock in my shorts.
A soft snore came from the back of the car.
"See, she's asleep!" Kyla whispered. "C'mon, I can see that you want it."
I reached over and adjusted the rearview mirror to see Shawna. She looked like she was deep asleep. I squeezed my cock again but still shook my head in the negative. It just wasn't worth it.
"Fine then," Kyla said in a huff. "I'll just take care of myself."
This girl has no modesty whatsoever. In seconds she had her left leg out of her warmups and had slid her jacket and shirt up and over her breasts. She started tweaking and pinching her nipples lightly. My cock was now threatening to bust through the fabric of my athletic shorts.
In short time, Kyla moved her right hand between her legs and started rubbing. She looked over at me and gave me a heavy-lidded smile. She slid her fingers inside of her pussy lips and went deep, sucking in her breath as she did so. She pulled her fingers out and showed me how wet they were. She reached over and rubbed her slick juice all around her left nipple. When she pulled it away it left a long string of her pussy juice in the air for a second.
"Eyes on the road," she warned. I had to force myself back to focusing on driving, even though the roads were pretty deserted at this point.
Kyla rubbed and tweaked, pinched and pulled for about fifteen minutes until she finally got serious. Soon she used her left hand on her throbbing clit and her right hand to pinch her right nipple.
She was softly moaning with an increased intensity. Finally she growled, "Hurry...squeeze my titty! Now!"
I had completely forgotten our friend in the backseat as I awkwardly reached over with my right hand to squeeze her left nipple.
Kyla groaned, "That's it. That's it! Harder!" Then she came hard, shaking in her seat. Her thighs were spread wide as she could one second, and then she scooted downward and clamped them shut in the next. She leaned forward a bit and pressed her hand harder down on her clit and shook all over.
When she finally relaxed, she looked over at me with a lop-sided grin. Her top slid back down over her breasts as she leaned over toward me.
"Blowjob now?" she asked.
"Hell, yeah!" I added.
I lifted my hips as Kyla reached over and slid my athletic shorts to my knees. In seconds, all I could see was her head bobbing up and down, but it's what I felt that was the best feeling in the world. Kyla milked, licked, and sucked my cock into a rod of hot steel. I was so hard I thought I would burst.
I didn't warn her because I was caught up in the moment. I just suddenly shot off. I shot my load into her mouth and throat and she held it in. I could actually feel her swallow since her neck was resting on my right thigh.
"Mmmmmmm," I moaned.
"Mmmmmmm," we heard coming from the back seat.
Kyla froze with my cock still in her hot little mouth.
"Kyla," we heard Shawna say from the backseat. "Did he just cum in your mouth? That is soooo sexy."
Kyla lifted her head from my cock and rose up. She looked at me as she settled back into her seat. She had to wipe her hand across her mouth to clean up my juice.
"Hey," she said softly to Shawna, "you feeling better?"
