As always all characters are at least 18 years old and are complete figments of my imagination. Any characters resembling actual people other than myself is pure coincidence.
I also want to thank everyone for their comments and encouragement.
XOXO Tiff
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Monday, early morning. Ms. Barrett stood in front of her open closet. She hadn't agonized this badly over what to wear since she had interviewed at the school a year ago.
Her closet was laid out with her school clothes on the left and lingerie on the right. She browsed through her stocking sets, thinking back on the last few days.
When she got home Friday. All she could think about was Tiffany and the way her hand felt on her pussy. When she got in the door, she had headed straight to her bedroom, the events of the day playing through her mind. Tiffany's hands. Playing with herself in the bathroom. Tiffany staring at her wet panties.
Had anyone ever looked at her like that before? The desire had been so powerful she had frozen in place. How often had she dreamed of being the object of someone's lust? Being the center of such an all consuming love that it was surrendered completely and willingly, asking nothing in return but reciprocation?
Not even bothering to remove her clothes she laid down on top of her bed, hiked up her skirt and a few minutes later was creaming all over her vibrator. Looking down she was amazed...and earlier she had even squirted!
She took a little more time on her second orgasm and by then was feeling a little less antsy. If the fire that the sexy cheerleader had started in her pussy wasn't extinguished, it was at least temporarily banked.
Looking at the clock she realized that if she hurried she could eat and get cleaned up in time for the football game. Ms. Barrett didn't really go to any of the school sporting events, but the prospect of seeing Tiffany cheering in that cute little uniform was to good to pass up.
Getting to the game well before kickoff, she was stopped by Mr. Darvis walking in.
"Ms. Barrett, how nice of you to attend. Have't seen you at many of these events. I always like to see the staff out here supporting our Eastside Cougars. I believe it sends the right message to our students." His tone suggested that he expected to start seeing her more often at said events.
"I realized I had been pretty remiss Mr. Darvis. I will certainly be attending more often in the future!" Especially if Tiffany Peterson was cheering, she thought. As she excused herself, she couldn't help thinking that she had been hurting her career without even knowing it.
The cool, clear night was like a precursor for the autumn to come. Redolent with woodsmoke from the giant bonfire and roasted peanuts from the concession stand. Students and faculty meandered about, sipping cider and hot cocoa, freed from the rigid strictures of the school day that prevented such normal interaction.
Ms. Barrett cup of cider in hand, peered anxiously about. The cheerleaders were milling about in front of the stands, talking, laughing, shaking their pom poms. She saw Kelly, Amber and Payton but no Tiffany.
She was getting a little nervous. Why wasn't she here? Was it because of what happed between them? Was she sick? She had just made up her mind to go look for her, when...
"Amy!"
It was Beth Klawson.
"Hey Beth. How are you?" she asked. Beth was her one and only friend on the staff at Eastside high. She was 10 years her senior but still slim and pretty. With her bleach blonde hair and hazel eyes. Ms. Barrett thought she actually looked pretty good. Like a MILF she thought. Then...oh my god what is wrong with me?
"Wow, Amy you look fantastic! What are you doing here?" Beth asked.
"Improving my career." She said with a glance at Mr. Darvis, who appeared to be lecturing a couple of students about horeseplay in the stands.
"Ahhh! That old windbag!" She gave her a conspiratorial smile. "I swear if he was any more full of hot air he would float away like a balloon! Got to go Amy, but come sit with me and John. I've had too much hot cocoa, I'm afraid" She headed for the portable toilets.
Ms. Barrett watched her ass as she walked away. Then shook her head. She really was becoming a horn dog.
Turning back to the field she saw Tiffany approaching.
The pretty cheerleader was stunning. Her hair in a high pony. Her eyes bright and shining. She had a little paw print on her cheek.
"Ms. Barrett! Hi! I didn't expect to see you here."
"I didn't really expect to come." Amy blushed at the implied double entendre. Certainly not so hard she thought. Then blushed even harder.
"Well I'm glad you did...come that is!" Tiffany's smile got even bigger.
Amy was at a loss on what to say next.
"Would you like some cider?" She asked raising her cup.
"Mmmmm would love some!" Tiffany said. There hands met and lingered on the exchange.
She never would have thought that the simple act of sipping some hot cider could turn into an erotic vision unparalleled in her experience.
She watched as Tiffany took the cup. Her pink tongue slipped out to wet her lips. Pursing them she blew lightly to cool the hot drink. She looked at Amy with lowered lashes and smiled. She took a small sip and practically purred with pleasure.
"Mmmmm so good!"
"Tiffany! Let's go!" Kelly called from the sidelines.
"Got to go Ms. Barrett. Bye!" It was a breathy whisper.
Ms. Barrett's tongue was glued to her mouth.
The next hour was spent watching a certain cheerleader do flips and cart wheels, jumps and turns. She couldn't tell you what the score was, but she was certain that she must have gotten a glimpse of Tiffany's bloomer covered bottom 100 times before the first half was over.
That night her vibrator got a third workout. After she came she brought the vibe up to her lips and licked her cum off.
It tasted...? It tasted so good! Like someone had bottled sex. The taste couldn't be described but was delicious. Delicious yes that was the word. She felt deliciously naughty. God is this what Tiffany tastes like?
She went to bed with thoughts of the sexy cheerleader in her mind.
She woke up the next day the same way. Wet and aching with need!
This was ridiculous she thought. She hd to do something. Call her up! Go by her house. Go pick up a guy... or girl. Something!
She went to the gym.
Usually her workouts lasted an hour, maybe an hour and a half if she was feeling really guilty. Saturday she was an absolute demon. The harder she worked the less she thought about her. Glutes, bike, squats, and yoga - she hit them all.
Finally after 2 and half hours she was done. Walking to the locker room she passed a full length mirror and stopped.
She thought she looked good. Her 25 year old body was toned. Her breasts high and firm. Her ass looked...she turned to the side... it looked...good, but not as good as Tiffany's. The hot little cheerleader looked incredible. She could have anybody in the school she wanted guy or girl. Why would she want her? She sighed, then went back and did another 40 mins on the glute machine. One of the trainers walking by, jokingly asked if she was training for a de-cathalon.
When she left she was absolutely destroyed. At least she didn't think about Tiffany that night.
Sunday she wished she was dead.
She was sore all over. She spent the day rubbing menthol ointment on herself and catching up with her sister and mom. She didn't think about Tiffany until that night.
She took a bath to soothe the aches away. Shaving her legs she stopped when she got to her bikini area. She wondered what Tiffany's pussy looked like? Was she shaved? She hoped not The prospect of a little red haired pussy just seemed...delicious. There was that word again. But what about hers, should she shave all the hair off? All but a little tuft? An arrow pointing down? Tiffany's initials? In the end she decided to just remove it all.
Looking at her pussy in the mirror she decided she liked the new look.
Surprisingly she was able to keep her hands off of herself for a second night in a row.
