No, he makes himself a sex god to her

As they entered the closet, Greg closed the door behind him and thought, "You've always been incredibly attracted to me, but thought you didn't have a chance. Slipping off to the supply closet with me is one of your favorite fantasies, you finger yourself thinking about it all the time."

The curvy cheerleader's knees wobbled. She smiled at Greg with extra meaning, then looked away, embarrassed. When she looked back she couldn't meet his eyes, so she looked down. This lead her to his crotch, where the sight of the obvious tent in his pants made her gasp.

"Something wrong, Maria?"

"Oh, you know," she said. "Supply closets."

Greg tried not to enjoy her squirming too much. "What about them?"

"Well, you know. They're kinda naughty. You're always hearing stories about people sneaking off to them."

"Ooh. Yeah, I guess so. Do you think about that a lot?"

"Me? Nooo." Maria entered full flirt mode, swaying slowly with a hand on her sexy hip as she played with a lock of her shiny black hair. "I just, you know, wondered if you've ever thought about it?"

"Yeah, I guess I have," said Greg. He loved the way she looked at him, like he had the biggest cock in the world and everyone knew it. "I don't really think about supply closets that much, though."

"Wellllll, what do you think about?"

Greg wanted to keep this going, but the pressure in his pants needed attention. "I think a lot about how fucking hot you look in that cheerleader uniform."

"Really!" She took a step forward. "You think I'm hot?"

Greg couldn't stand it any more. He kissed her, almost instantly getting one hand up her top to massage her back and the other hand up her pleated skirt to grab her lush ass. Maria responded enthusiastically, holding him tight and kissing him with wild Latina passion.

Maria pulled back. "I've wanted you for so long, Greg," she said, believing it to be true. "I'll do anything you want. Right now. Anything!"