Finally pulling away from their hot kissing session, Robin and Jennifer looked at each other lovingly, smiled, and then giggled together.
“Wow,” Jennifer fanned herself with her hand, “you are a damn good kisser, ginger.”
Robin tilted her head to one side and flashed a flirty smile.
“You’re not too bad yourself.”
Jennifer cutely scrunched her nose at Robin as she turned to head back to her shower stall.
“You kiss Mr. Hawkins like that and he won’t stand a chance.”
As Jennifer put on her towel and headed towards the exit, Robin peeked out of her shower stall and flashed a coquettish smile.
“I’ll let you know how it goes.”
Jennifer’s voice trailed off as she walked down the hall back towards her room.
“You better!”
***
Mondays were always exhausting for professors, especially near the beginning of the term when there was always a lot of preparation to be done with lessons, paperwork, and getting to know new students.
For Michael Hawkins, even more so.
As the Visual Arts teacher, Mr. Hawkins had the responsibility of teaching photography, filmmaking, and video editing classes, which not only required a variety of lesson planning, but also involved a large variety of equipment to maintain.
Michael was exhausted this particular Monday afternoon, having had several technology issues that he had to resolve. After his final class, he decided to go make himself a cup of hot tea before he tackled planning for the next day.
The building had cleared by the time he walked back to his classroom, and so he was looking forward to working by himself without interruption.
As he opened the door, however, he discovered that he wasn’t by himself after all.
“Hi there, Mr. Hawkins!”
Michael’s mouth fell open as he took in the sight before him.
On top of his large desk, dressed in her blue Sunny Park cheerleading uniform, with her legs spread wide in full center splits and her hands on her hips, was the adorable ginger cheerleading star, Robin Byrd flashing him the cutest smile he had ever seen.
“Robin!” Michael did a double take and managed to put two words together, “what are you doing here…on my desk…in splits?”
He realized as he spoke that it was a question he had never expected to ask a cheerleader.
“Oh, sorry, Mr. Hawkins,” Robin giggled, “I was just trying out some poses for photographs, I can get up if you like.”
“No, no that’s okay,” he replied a little more quickly than perhaps he should have, “I wouldn’t want you to strain yourself.”
“Oh this is nothing,” Robin waved her hand to the side dismissively, “My legs are extremely flexible, I can hold just about any position as long as I want.”
“Ah,” Michael tried desperately not to be insanely turned on by the remark, “so um, what exactly are you doing here?”
“Well,” Robin’s blue eyes sparkled with excitement, “I’m actually applying to be a uniform model for the Cheer Today catalog, and I was hoping that since you’re such a great photographer, you could help me put a portfolio together.”
“Oh, right,” Michael sighed in relief, now understanding why Robin was actually visiting after hours and dressed in her uniform, “sure, I’d be happy to.”
“Yay!” Robin gave a cute cheer fist and squinched her eyes, “thanks Mr. Hawkins!”
He smiled to himself at how adorable Robin was as he went to the supply cabinets to retrieve his high quality camera. He couldn’t help but think that if he were a few years younger, he would absolutely love to go out with her.
Actually though, he reminded himself that the age gap wasn’t much, it was the fact that she was a student…
…sort of…
…not actually HIS student though…
“Woah hang on,” he thought to himself as he set up his camera tripod, “let’s not get carried away here.”
Robin, on the other hand, had come up with the idea of the photoshoot to give her an excuse to wear her cheer uniform and do cute poses, requiring him to look at her for a long period of time.
It was a stroke of genius.
As Michael took picture after picture of the adorable Robin Byrd flashing the cutest smiles and flirty looks at his camera, all while holding various cheerleader poses that highlighted her flexibility, his desire for her grew exponentially with every snap of the camera.
Robin spent the first half hour of the impromptu photo session on top of Mr. Hawkins’ desk holding various splits, smiling cutely as she shifted her hips every few minutes to adopt a different position. Front splits, side splits, straddle splits, Robin did them all with unbelievable ease. She even had Mr. Hawkins place several textbooks under each of her ankles to get a very impressive overspilts position.
When Robin leaned forward and put her arms on the desktop, cutely resting one hand under her chin WHILE holding her center oversplits, Michael actually whimpered with desire, causing Robin to smile.
Her plan was working.
The next half hour was spent taking pictures of Robin standing on the floor doing various heel stretches, bow poses, standing splits, or any position in which she could give Mr. Hawkins a clear view of her cheer spankies under her little skirt.
Michael could actually feel his brain sweating as Robin became his personal eye candy.
“I hope I’m not keeping you, Mr. Hawkins,” Robin said with her bubbly voice, “I’m just having so much fun.”
Michael didn’t have anywhere to be at the moment, but even if he did, wild horses wouldn’t be able to drag him away.
“How about one more pose?” Robin asked, climbing onto Michael’s desk once again, this time laying on her stomach with her hands resting under her chin smiling cutely as she bent her toned legs at the knees behind her, giving little kicks back and forth up in the air in her adorable bobby socks and saddle shoes.
“What do you think about this one, Mr. Hawkins?” Robin raised the cuteness level by playing girlishly with a lock of her long ginger hair.
Michael’s cock was as hard as steel as he began taking pictures again, not knowing how much more sexual tension he could take without going just a little bit insane…
…exactly as Robin had planned.
It was all part of the star cheerleader’s plan drive Michael insane with an uncontrollable desire for her…
…and it was working.
Laying on Mr. Hawkins’ desk with her hands resting under her chin smiling cutely, Robin had her toned legs bent at the knees behind her, giving little kicks back and forth up in the air in her adorable bobby socks and saddle shoes.
“So, Mr. Hawkins,” Robin talked in a coquettish voice while playing with a lock of her ginger curls, “I have a confession to make.”
“Oh, what’s that?” he asked lowering his camera for a moment.
“Well…actually…I wasn’t completely honest about why I came here today,” Robin’s voice got a little softer…and much more serious.
“Oh?” Michael said walking over to his desk, stooping down to get on the same level as the cheerleader, “then why exactly did you come here?”
Robin had stopped kicking her legs back and forth, now crossing her ankles in the air above her rear. As she looked longingly at Michael, he noticed that her beautiful blue eyes were misty, and her voice was even trembling a little as she spoke.