Forget the test, get some alone time with the cheerleader

The thought that he could actually make something happen with Maria played tricks with Greg's head. He stared at her tight little cheerleader outfit, convinced that her breasts looked bigger today.

"Ahem."

Greg looked up from Maria's chest to her face, which had a wry smile. She rolled her eyes at him and nodded towards the front of the class. He looked forward at Miss Monroe, noting that she was staring at her watch the way she always did right before class started.

But Greg didn't want class to start. All he wanted was cheerleader pussy.

The boy thought hard, willing Miss Monroe to do what he wanted. She opened her mouth to say something, then froze as his commands filled her head.

"Greg and Maria, could you come to the front of the class, please?"

Greg followed Maria, staying a little behind her for another chance to glance at the short girl's curvy figure. When they got to the front the teacher pulled them aside and spoke quietly.

"I'm going to let you two take the test later. Right now I want you to run an errand. I already explained it to Greg, so just follow his lead, Maria."

Greg smiled at his teacher. A dirty thought about smacking her pert, teacher ass on the way out flitted through his head, but she didn't deserve that. Plus, he wasn't sure he could control the whole class at once to make them forget it. He left the room making a mental note to test the limits of the ring later.

Once outside, Greg set off down the hall and Maria followed.

"Where are we going, Greg?"

"Supply closet."

The curvy cheerleader gave him a puzzled smile. "Why does Miss Monroe want us to spend the entire period in the supply closet?"

"Oh, she doesn't," said Greg, keeping his tone light. "I bribed her to send us."

"Oh really?" Maria couldn't tell if he was joking or not. "What did you give her for that?"

"Nothing yet, but I'm going to slip her something later."

Maria bit her lip for a moment, then laughed. Greg felt like he might burst with confidence and that his pants might burst from the hard-on they strained to hold back.