Krystal the head cheerleader

Krystal suddenly entered the screen dressed in her cheerleading uniform. She looked right at him as if she could see him through the camera and teased her long blonde locks.

She was one of the most popular girls in school, and if her reputation was true, one of the biggest sluts. John couldn't blame the boys. At eighteen, she stood right at six feet tall with long shapely legs and a pair of 44DDs. Even with a bra and shirt on, her big nipples were constantly showing. And her ass...he didn't have words to describe it other than perfect.

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't jerked a few loads out thinking about her, but she was a student, and even if she was of legal age, he'd never cross that line. For a moment, however, he watched her long legs as she strolled confidently through the school.

John sighed. School was closed and outside of he and a couple of custodians tasked with disinfecting the whole building, nobody was allowed inside, even teachers.

He got up and headed in her direction, ready to give her a strict talking to.

John was in the long front hall of the school when Krystal rounded a corner about a hundred yards in front of him.

"Mr. Suttle!" she said.

"Hello, Krystal," he said. "The school is closed. You aren't allowed to be here."

As she approached him, her large breasts bounces up and down as if she wasn't wearing a bra and her uniform tunic couldn't control them. Puberty may have been a few years behind him, but their movements was almost hypnotic. He couldn't help but stare.

"But I came to see you, Mr. Suttle," she said with a smile.

"Why did you come to see me, Krystal?" he asked.

"I was laying in bed, running a fever, and all I could think about was you at home, all by yourself," she told him. "Poor lonely Mr. Suttle the widower with nobody to hold him during the scary time. I just wanted to give you a hug and tell you everything was alright."

"I appreciate you thinking of me, but that is inappropriate," he said.

"But its really not that bad, right?" she asked. "You're a good guy. You wouldn't try to touch my ass or rub my breasts like some of the teachers around here have done."

"I most definitely would not," he said. "And if you will give me the name of those teachers, I will see that they are fired right away."

"See, I told you, you're a good guy," she said. "Thats why its not right for you to be all alone. This virus is scary. You need someone to take care of you. At least let me give you a big hug."

As much as he would love to feel those giant breasts pressed against him, it simply wasn't appropriate. Not ever, but especially not while they were alone in the school.

Krystal held out her arms to him.