This is my first ever story to write. I am by no means an expert on grammar so bear with me. All characters are 18 or over. This is a work of fiction and meant for entertainment only. Comments, suggestions, and criticism are always welcomed. Enjoy.
It was 5:30am and I could hear my alarm ringing from my phone. Rolling over in bed I turned it off. The weekend was over and it was Monday morning.
"Ugh, I hate how boring this school year has been so far," mumbling to myself.
Setting up I pushed my brunette hair back and started scrolling through my phone. My name is Anna, I am 18 years old and I am a petite 5'6 cheerleader. The picture perfect tan popular girl at school and everyone knows who I am. I have a nice bubble butt that makes the girls jealous and the boys drool. My stomach is toned and boobs are a perky 32b. Teasing the boys is my favorite hobby and I love the envious looks I get from other girls. So naturally I have made some enemies with the other girls at school.
Looking through my phone I start to catch up on all social medias. TikToks, Sanpchats, DMs all full of boys being thirsty.
I whisper softly under my breath "If they only knew how much it turns me on."
My nipples visibly hard and poking at the white tank top I have on. The feelings run through me as I read. Traveling down, it starts building tension in my pussy. My blue thong gathering wetness on the inside.
Not able to withstand the growing urge, I hold my phone in one hand, the other makes its way down into the waistband of my thong. Scrolling through each DM, reading and touching myself. Older men, college guys, even some uglier boys from school. I didn't care. I loved when a guy was a perv. All the dirty, filthy comments running through my mind.
"I bet that pussy is tight," "I could fold you into a pretzel and fuck you senseless," "You wearing anything under that cheer uniform? Probably not slut," "You send nudes," Comment after comment pouring through my mind.
I gasp silently, "Oh fuck." My fingers now completely inside of my soaked pussy.
Trying to hold back the moans so none of my family can hear. I roll over to my stomach, putting my face into a pillow. Pulling my knees up puts me into a doggy style position. Thinking about how all of the boys would want to take me like this. Pulling my hair, spanking my perfect ass, and fucking me relentlessly. It doesn't take long, it never takes me long like this. Two fingers rubbing and fucking my pussy, I cum.
Now that the tension has been temporarily subdued I can start to get ready for school. Since I love to tease, one of the first things I like to do before getting ready is to open my blinds. My neighbor is a boy named Drew that goes to school with me. He is quiet, nerdy and your typical band geek. Our windows are both on the second story and across from each other. Close enough to see into each others rooms but still far enough away to leave a little privacy. It is always exciting to think he is spying on me as I get ready. Getting to see what no one else gets to see. Now I don't just stand there completely naked, staring out the window until he sees me. No, that would be to easy. I like to walk past, maybe pause for a minute after a shower in just a towel. Or for instance how I am now, tank top and just a blue thong, looking out and gathering a refreshing view of the morning. I have never caught him looking, but sometimes I get the feeling someone is watching.
This morning was no different, it is still early and no one is outside at this time. So, I start my routine of showering, fixing my hair and makeup, and picking out what clothes to wear, always with the intention of showing off my assets. Today I went with a cute light pink bra and matching thong, my top was a white crop top that showed some of my toned stomach and a black skirt that was just long enough to not get into trouble. Luckily my school is pretty casual when it comes to the dress code. I get dressed, grab a quick breakfast and say bye to my parents as I leave.
I park my car and start to head inside. Walking through the parking lot and into the school it's always crowded with people going every direction and groups standing and talking. I get to my locker and notice a group of boys on the opposite side of the hallway. I catch some of them glancing at me, trying to get a look at what I'm wearing today. This is my first chance to tease today and I have been on edge lately, wanting to push myself a bit further than I have in the past. Thinking quickly of what I should do. I open my locker and through the mirror inside I can see that everyone of them are checking me out. All the attention is on my short skirt, so acting fast I accidentally drop one of my books on the ground.
"Now just bend straight over and they will get to see part of my ass cheeks," I think.
One final glance at the mirror confirms they all noticed and they aren't looking away. There is no way they are going to miss this chance.
"Damn," I mumble to myself and start to bend forward reaching for it.
As I go to reach for it I see another hand reach down and grab it.
"Here let me get that for you," It was Brad, the quarterback for the football team.
"Oh, thanks," I say with disappointment in my tone.
I grab it from him and shut my locker. The boys behind me go back to talking but I can't make out what they are saying, and then I hear them laugh. I know they said something about me. Most likely something vulgar or perverted and I can feel a slight tingle inside of me again.
"Are you not even going to say hey to me," Brad said with a little frustration.
"Brad I know what you are trying to do and the answer is no and will always be no," I spit back at him annoyed that he messed up my teasing.
He had been trying to get in my pants all year. Just like he does with every girl he likes. Don't get me wrong I like the attention, but that is it.
"I think you will be changing your mind pretty soon," he smirks back at me.
"Not even in your dreams Brad. Bye."
I go to turn and walk away from him, and as I take my first step I feel the slightest pull at the bottom of my skirt. Brad had grabbed the back of my skirt, and before I could even comprehend my predicament he pulled it upward. I couldn't stop him, my hands were full carrying my bag and books. He quickly took the bottom of my skirt and tucked it into my waistband, leaving my entire thong covered ass on full display.
I instantly froze. Brad steps back and admires his handiwork, finally getting to see a part of me that he desperately wants. I drop my bag down to free one of my hands. This catches the attention from the boys on the other side of the hallway. But I quickly turn only giving them a glimpse of Brads prank. As I pull it out of my waistband they all start laughing and Brad joins in.
"Looks like I get to at least see that sweet ass of yours Anna," he mocks at me.
Now red faced and mad I spit back at him "You are nothing but a fucking perv Brad," and storm off to my first class.
As I rush off, I can barely contain the fire running through me. Not only am I furious that he did that to me, but at the same time my pussy is screaming at me to go further.
"Why didn't you let them see more? Why didn't you fall over and leave your ass exposed? He could have pulled the skirt down and even your thong with it," the thoughts were running wild in my head. I could feel the wetness on my panties already.
"This is bad, really bad," I thought to myself. I wanted him to do more. I hate Brad with a passion, but at this moment I wanted him to do whatever he liked to me.
Rushing into the classroom, I sit down and start trying to calm myself down. Hopefully nobody notices how flustered I am. I start to distract myself with my phone and since I sit in the back its easily hidden.
I get a text from my friend Chloe, "What happened to you? Everyone is saying something about you flashing a bunch of guys???"
My heart starts to beat out of my chest as I respond back, "OMG! No I didn't! Brad pulled my fucking skirt up, and those guys didn't see shit!"
Fury is burning through me at this point and I can barely sit still because at the same time my pussy is throbbing for attention.
Chloe texts back, "What a fucking creep! I am guessing he also described to everyone exactly what he seen in detail. Pink thong?"
I quickly slam my phone down. "That creep can't stand that I won't go out with him. How can someone I despise so much make me feel so fucking horny," Is all I can think about.
Fuming at this point I didn't realize the teacher, Mr. Sanders had caught me using my phone during class.
"Anna please bring your phone to my desk and bring your things with you so you can sit up front," Mr. Sanders says irritated at me.
"Yes sir," I say with frustration in my tone as I start to gather my stuff.
Everyone is watching me at this point and I can see the satisfaction on their faces. Glad that I got in trouble. I make my way to Mr. Sanders desk and I hand my phone over to him.
"You can have it back after class," I roll my eyes at him and go to take my seat.
Now that I'm in the front row and have nothing to distract me. The tingling sensations between my legs are running wild. I start to look at Mr. Sanders and notice he keeps staring at me more than usual.
"What is his deal? Could he have heard about what happened to me? Does he know what kind of panties I have on also," I start to really watch him.
His eyes seem to drift down when he is looking at me and then he looks away. Each time, he's teaching and talking, looking around the room, then when he gets to me he quickly takes a glance down then back.
"He is looking at my skirt! He sat me up here on purpose! When he goes to sit at his desk he will have a clear shot up my skirt if my legs even slightly open. He wants to see for himself, what a fucking perv!"
It was driving me even farther over the edge at this point. "What if he somehow looks through my phone? He would see me in every way he wanted if he knew where to look. I have a passcode though so there is no way that could happen," My thoughts were wild at this point but the one thing that was clear to me is that Mr Sanders was for sure trying to look up my skirt. With my pussy begging for attention, I had no other choice, I had to let him see, but I told myself just a little bit.
Mr. Sanders goes through his rotations teaching and when he gets back to looking at me I go for it. I adjust in my seat and slightly part my legs. Instantly his eyes dart down, but this time they stay for a longer look. He losses his concentration and fumbles a few words. I never take my eyes off of him. Staring at him, I keep my legs just far enough apart so that he can see the color.
He then decides that this is a good stopping point for the lecture and tells us to work out some problems on our own, as he walks over to his desk to sit down. I stay how I am but I keep my eyes on my book pretending to do some math problems. I can still make out where he is watching though, and it is directly at me, or should I say directly at my panties.
"Fuck me he isn't looking away! He wants to see more!"
Since he is being a complete perv right now I have no other choice, I have to show more or I will regret it later. "Just do it," is the only thought going through my mind, so I do. I relax in my desk, and when I do I let my legs open up even wider. I can feel the cool air hitting me right where he wants to see.
Giving him a complete view of the outline of my pussy, "Can he see how wet I am from there? My panties feel soaked!"
