It was a Friday afternoon and basically school was out. We had a big home game on and everyone was being encouraged to go and cheer for the team as they had a good chance of making the finals this year. Me, I very heroically volunteered to do patrol duty around the school and grounds. My team spirit was duly noted and I wouldn't have to waste my time down at the game. I can't stand watching football.
I caught up on some paper work and then went for a stroll around the classrooms and general area. All was reasonable quiet although there was a bit more traffic than I had expected. Even so, no-one was acting suspiciously.
I was coming around the far side of the school, heading back to do more paper work when I caught a whiff of smoke, as in cigarette smoke. I was tempted to just ignore it but I guess I had a duty to look into it. There were a couple of portable classrooms nestled over against the fence and I suspected that would be the place to look.
I had nearly reached the two portables when there was a sudden sound of alarm and moments later a couple of cheerleaders barged out from behind them, hands in plain sight and nary a cigarette between them. They gave me sweet smiles and headed towards the game, not stopping to chat.
I assumed that the area was now empty but thought I'd better check in case there were some lit butts on the ground. No need for grass fires. I did get a slight surprise. Behind the rooms was another cheerleader, crouched down and trying to stuff her things into her bag which she had dropped and spilled.
Brenda was a senior and this was her last term. From memory, she was pushing nineteen and, from rumour, was supposed to have had a passionate affair with one of the team, but no-one was willing to say exactly who. It didn't really surprise me to catch her there.
"Ah, I dropped by things," she said, looking all innocent.
"So I see. Better get them picked up. What were the three of you doing back here?"
"Oh, just gossiping. You know how it is."
Indeed I did.
"I see. Ah, before you go rushing off, can you tread on that bit of hot gossip before it sets the grass alight?"
Face red she looked where I indicated and hastily ground her foot on the wisp of smoke that was starting to rise. Then she stood there, looking plainly guilty.
"Smoking is against school rules, it's bad for your health, makes your clothes smell funny, and gives a nasty taste to your kisses," I observed.
"It wasn't me," she protested.
"But you were the one that got caught."
"What are you going to do?"
"That's the big question, isn't it? What should I do, compared to what do I want to do, compared to what do I have time for? You do know that what I should do is report this, but then there'd be all that paper work and you'd be in trouble and blaming me and arguing with your friends."
I shook my head sadly.
"You, ah, mentioned that there was something that you wanted to do," Brenda said carefully.
"Yes, but time precludes that," I said with a sigh. "If we had more time I'd drag you down to the ground, peel off your clothes, and demonstrate the sort of things you can do with that body that don't include smoking. However, your friends are likely to come back looking for you and it would be a bit hard to explain why you're lying naked on the ground, not so?"
Her face was a very interesting shade of red as she looked everywhere but at me, saying nothing.
"It seems to me that while I probably don't have much time I should have enough to give you a sporting chance. I'm going to pull down your panties just a little way and slide my cock deep into you and out again. That's all I'll be doing. However, if I can catch you alone sometime in the next forty-eight hours I'll finish off what I'm about to start. You game to risk your virtue? Speak up quickly."
"You wouldn't dare," Brenda said, barely breathing the words.
"Brenda, you're of age and a very attractive young woman. Of course I'll bloody dare. Just say stop if you're not going to take the chance."
With that I lifted up her skirt and latched onto her panties, modesty shorts and panties, seeing she was in her cheerleader costume, and pulled them slightly down, just far enough to show all.
"Turn around and lean against the school," I told her, giving her a helping hand.
She turned and leaned, looking back at me, her mouth open in shock, looking even more shocked as I unzipped and produced my weapon of discipline.
