A blonde senior girl.

Momentarily stunned, all you could do is lay there on the grass. Looking up into the hazel eyes of the young woman spread out on top of you.

Sitting up, she straddled your waist, looking down at you she she repeatedly exclaimed," Oh my god, im so sorry, i was running, and i didn't see you there. Please tell me i didnt hurt you."

She then leaned forward as if checking to see if you were injured, giving you a direct look down her shirt showing off her C cup breasts. You may be an old dog,but with this hot little number sitting on your crotch giving you a show, you started to get hard. Making no move to get up, you could see the hint of a smirk about her lips. It then occurred to you that this little vixen ran into you in purpose.

"Miss Marlow, if you would be so good as to stop assaulting our newest teacher and get up." Principal Smalley admonished.

Immediately hoping up, you caught a look up the girls' skirt showing your her well toned thighs and flash of her panties. Reaching out, she helped you to your feet.

"Im really sorry. i was listening to a podcast while running and didn't see you." she apologized.

Not believing a word of what she was saying, but deciding to let ut go,you groan out, "Its okay, I'll live."

"Well, Mr. Clarkson, this young lady is Miss Jennifer Marlow. She's one of our varsity cheerleaders, and despite the lack of awareness she just exhibited, she's one of our more gifted students." Barbara explained.

Jennifer helped you pick up your things, and the says "Ill get back to what i was doing."

Watching her retreating form, you say, "Yes, you do that."

"Well, with the excitement over, I'll see you tomorrow morning," Principal Smalley says, shaking your hand.

Uncertain as to why Miss Marlow plowed you down, the went out of her way to give you an errection. You get into your car heading home.