Jane

I strutted onto the football field, my pom-poms in hand and my cheerleader outfit hugging my curves. The crowd roared with excitement as we pumped up the energy, dancing and cheering for our team. It was exhilarating, the rush of adrenaline coursing through my veins. But lately, something else had been stirring within me, something I couldn't quite understand.

After each performance, I would feel an intense wave of sexual satisfaction wash over me. It was confusing, to say the least. I couldn't pinpoint the exact reason behind it.

As I walked today into the tutoring room, my heart raced with anticipation. Today, it was Mike who would tutor me. Thoughts of him had consumed my mind all morning, even as I stood in the shower, the water cascading over my naked body.

I couldn't help but imagine Mike's strong hands gripping my wet skin, his fingers exploring every inch of me. My nipples hardened at the mere thought of his touch, and a throbbing ache settled between my legs. It was impossible to resist the pull of pleasure any longer.

With trembling hands, I reached down between my thighs, my fingers eagerly seeking out the source of my desire. I imagined Mike's lips on my neck, his hot breath against my ear as he whispered dirty, forbidden words. The image of him taking control, dominating me, fueled my arousal.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't find the satisfaction I craved. The water slicked my skin, making it difficult to maintain a firm grip. Frustration mingled with desire as I desperately sought the release that seemed just out of reach.

I leaned against the shower wall, my back arching, my fingers working furiously. The slick sounds of my own wetness filled the bathroom, echoing my mounting frustration. Each stroke brought me closer to the edge, but it was never enough.

My mind raced with explicit thoughts of Mike's hands caressing my body, his tongue tracing patterns of pleasure on my sensitive skin. I longed for the feel of him inside me, filling me completely. But no matter how vivid my imagination, my own touch fell short.

Gasping for breath, I finally gave up. The frustration mingled with a strange mix of disappointment and anticipation.

As I entered the tutoring room, my heart thudded against my chest, a mix of excitement and nervousness consuming me. The sight of Mike, my tutor for the day, sent a surge through my body. But with that anticipation came a wave of uncertainty, leaving me unsure of how to carry myself.

My gaze met Mike's, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made me shiver. The air in the room crackled with an unspoken tension, a shared knowledge of the forbidden desires that simmered beneath the surface. It was as if he could sense the yearning that pulsed within me, the hunger for his touch.

I bit my lip, unsure of how to break the silence. Should I confess my desires, or should I play it cool, pretending that everything was normal? The uncertainty was both thrilling and terrifying, adding to the electric atmosphere between us.

"Hi Jane, how was your class?" he opened.