It went well you think?

The day was humming along. Of course, your 4th, 5th, and 6th period classes were bummed to have double the work to do because of yesterday being cut short.

Rebecca looked especially scrumptious when she arrived for class. The skirt, like most of Jennifer's, treated the dress code as a hazy guideline. Her white top left her right shoulder bare, and you could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. Overall, she was sexy as hell, but you could see she wasn't comfortable yet rocking an outfit like that.

The only downer during class was a couple of jocks started needling the redhead whenever you were out of earshot. Whatever they were hoping to get out of it flew out the windows. You couldn't hear what Jennifer said to the meatheads. But they both had the "I just fucked myself over, didn't I?" look.

You jotted down a note that both gentlemen would fail your first test. You hoped they enjoyed the 100+ gassers Coach Reese would make them run for jeopardizing their eligibility. The rest of the day went pretty well.

Arriving for cheer practice, most of the girls were already in their PE clothes and were stretching their muscles. Seeing you, Maddie jogged over to you, handing you an enormous binder.

"Here you go, Jason, I put this together to help you." She told you.

Looking at the solid four inches of paper, you couldn't help but chuckle. Maddie had written on the cover in Sharpie, "Coach Clarkson's Crash Course in Cheer Coaching." Shaking your head in amusement, you thank her, then sit down to read. The team then started to practice their routines for football season, less than two weeks away.

You were reading about the various types of lifts when someone sat down next to you. "Mr. Clarkson, do you have a minute?" Kateyna Ruchenko asked.

Looking up from the binder, you reply, "What do you need, Kat?"

"Because of war I'm always behind, and would you help with after-school tutoring?" she asked you.

Normally when a student asks you for some tutoring, you wouldn't think twice about it. Mentally, the second the teen said tutoring, you started undressing the cheerleader with your eyes. Spacing out, you wondered how Kateyna's dancer legs would feel wrapped around you when…

"Mr.Clarkson you there?" she queried.

Shaking yourself, you say, "It's early in the quarter, but I think we can work something out. I can give you some time on Monday, Wednesday, or Friday after school."

Kateyna shook her head, telling you, "I am working with other teachers those days. Can you come to our apartment on Friday or Saturday? My mama will be there.

Instantly a vision of Kat, on all fours, as you tasted her kitty, flashed before your eyes. Flashing back to the girl in front of you, you said, "It is highly unusual, but if your mother is there, I think she can help you. Have your mother contact me, okay?"

"Thanks, Mr. Clarkson," Kat called out as she rejoined the practice.

You were in trouble, you thought; Jennifer is corrupting you. Just as quickly it was followed by, Do you want to go back?. The problem was you didn't, and that was both exhilarating and soul-crushingly terrifying at the same time.

You sat there locked in that mental battlefield when Maddie blew her whistle.

"Okay, ladies, great practice. Start cooling down." Maddie ordered.

The team started to walk it out when Jennifer addressed them: "Guys, with two weeks till our first game, I'd like to invite you all to my house on Saturday for a team pool party. "Oh, Mr. Clarkson, Ms. Smalley, you're invited too."

"Can we bring our boyfriends?" Dani White asked.

Jennifer appeared to think about it before stating, "Yes, you can bring a plus one."

There were a lot of whoops and hollers as the teens headed to the showers. Jennifer went over to two of our male cheerleaders, asking, "Doug, were you able to borrow your dad's pickup?"

The young gentleman who's been holding up cheerleaders by one arm replied, "Yup, when I told him what it was for, he said yes."

"Good, shower up, and we'll pay Beckie's parents a visit," Jennifer said in the tone and manner of a mafia boss.

Orders given Doug and Howie grabbed their bags, heading for the locker room. Amongst the last on the field, Jennifer sauntered over to you.

"You're okay going shopping with us tomorrow?" Jennifer asked.

"What, and turn down watching two delectable teens try on clothes? "I'm old, not dead," you tell her.

Looking around and not seeing anyone. Jennifer leaned in, giving you a kiss on the lips. "Good boy, play your cards right and maybe you can leave a deposit or two."

You instantly felt yourself start to get hard. Giggling at your predicament, Jennifer headed to the locker room.