A cheerleader uniform

Breakfast is pretty much the same as always with Alison eating her Special K and sipping her coffee in silence. It isn't until she is putting her bowl in the sink that I get a hint of what might be coming.

“You going to be around this afternoon, Mr. P?”

“I've don't have much else to do.” I shrug, “Why?”

“No reason, really.” Judging by the way her eyes are twinkling, I suspect there very much is a reason, but she's out the door without giving anything else away.

As it turns out I've completely forgotten this brief conversation until I hear her calling me from the kitchen a little before lunch. My jaw almost hits the ground when I see what's waiting for me.

“What do you think, Mr. P?” She jiggles the pompoms playfully, “That sassy student of yours, did she ever flounce around your classroom in her cheerleading uniform?”

“She sure did, Alison, but wherever did you get that uniform?”

“I borrowed it from a friend. She was a cheerleader back in high school and decided to keep her uniform.” Alison half turns and strikes a pose looking back at me over her shoulder, “From all her stories, I'm guessing she was really popular with the boys, if you know what I mean.”

“I get you, Angel.” I laugh easily, as I check out my hot tenant's sexy ass and toned legs, “I'm guessing that's why she wanted to keep the uniform.”

“Uh huh” Alison's face colors a little as she confirms your guess, “She says guys really like it when she wears it for them.” I bet they do, but I doubt her friend could possibly look as good in this uniform as Alison does. “How about you, Mr. P, do you have fantasies about high school cheerleaders, Sir? Sexy young teases who get you all flustered because you can't get your hands on their hot toned bodies?” I shake my head silently not sure how to respond to this provocative young woman.

“I know you did, Mr. P.” She coos sweetly, “Did it drive you nuts knowing that those little sluts were putting out for all the jocks on the team, but that you couldn't do anything but steal a few looks.” There were more than a few students who teased you exactly like that, luckily you had Fran waiting for you when you got home. More than once you and Fran played out sexy cheerleader scenarios; you don't know what you would have done if you'd been single back then.

“What makes you think this cheerleader was sleeping with the jocks?” My question is more to give me a moment to process this scenario then because I thought she might be wrong.

“Everyone knows that cheerleaders are all shameless whores.” She smiles at me knowingly, “That's why at St. T's we never had a squad. Sister Francine told us that in public schools, when girls were selected for the varsity cheer squad, the boys on the teams got to take them into the locker room and use them anyway they liked.” I stare at her, shaking your head sadly at this wild claim, but Alison is not done. “And the JV girls were lined up against the wall to watch so they'd know what to expect when it was their turn.”

“That's not true, Alison.” I have to correct this outlandish claim, not that I thought that cheerleaders were chaste angels, but systematic fucking like this just didn't happen.

“I guess I know that now, Mr. P.” Alison's shrug makes her breasts swell against the tight top of the uniform, “but at the time we really believed Sister when she warned us of the sexual depravity of the city public school system.” I've met people before who thought that public schools were modern day Sodom's and Gomora's but this Sister Francine from Alison's old school sounds like a real battle axe.

“The joke's on that sassy cheerleader though, isn't it?” Alison saunters up to me and rests her hand on my shoulder so she can whisper throatily. “Instead of being banged by horny high school boys, she could have had a real man spread her legs.”

There is something about someone as sweet and pure as Alison pretending to be a slutty high school cheerleader that makes my cock start to swell and she must know it because her tone switches slightly.

“Gotta go, Mr. Patterson.” She slides by me on the way to the door, deliberately letting her tits brush against my arm and chest as she squeezes past. “The Homecoming Dance is coming up this Friday, and Kyle's asked me to go with him.” She pauses by the door giving you another good look at her long legs as she glances back, “Do you think it's too cliché for the cheerleader slut to be going to the dance with the hot quarterback? I'm going to let him fuck me too, Sir. While I'm still wearing my new dress.” I finally find a way to set up a scenario where I might actually realistically be able to get into this teasing little slut's panties.

“You're not going to the dance at all, young lady, if you don't pass my test this Thursday.” Alison can't hide her grin when she hears my threat, “You're already just barely passing my class, and if you fail the test you're going to be on academic probation.”

“Come on, Mr. Patterson,” she whines, “Give me a break! You've gotten so old you've forgotten what it's like to be in high school.” Then she adds with a knowing smirk, “of course, even when you were our age, I bet you never saw any action anyways.”

With that snide jab, Alison's out the door. She doesn't head back to campus, because I hear her climb the outside steps to her rooms, but she doesn't come down until close to dinner time and by then she is back in her normal clothes.