She takes the initiative

“So are you going over there?” Daniel asked Mark again.

“Yeah Uhh I guess so,” he stuttered, “What do I say?”

“I don’t know, what did you say when you met every other girl on campus?”

He shrugged his shoulders, thinking about how most of the time, the conversations weren’t not initiated by himself. While Mark was thinking about what to say, the cheerleader began to make a move, heading in their direction.

“Shit, she’s coming,” Daniel whispered.

Mark stood up a little taller, pushing his shoulders back unintentionally. As Chrissy entered their vicinity, Daniel scooted off to the side, finding someone else to speak to, allowing plenty of room for Mark to work his magic.

Chrissy looked even more attractive up close. She walked straight up to him, holding a bottle of some type of pink vodka. Her eyes continued to lock onto his.

“You were really good out there tonight,” she told him.

“Ah thanks,” he said with a smile, “I’m Mark by the way.”

“I know who you are Mark Rodgers,” she told him, smirking as she did so.

He was examining her body a little more now that she was so close to him. Her blondish hair in the double dutch braids gave her that naughty schoolgirl type look, made even better by the fact she had her red cheerleaders outfit on.

“You’re Chrissy right? Chrissy…”

“Templeton. Chrissy Templeton,” she assisted him, “Don’t you forget that name either.”

Straight away, he could sense the confidence she had. Even as a freshman, Mark imagined that this girl had no problem socially connected with anyone older than her on campus.

“So cheerleader? When did you start on the team?” he asked her.

“Since we got back from the covid outbreak,” she answered, “I would have been on it earlier if freshman weren’t forced to be placed on a waiting list… but don’t you worry though, I’ll be there every game next season, cheering you on in my cute little outfit.”

As she spoke, she did a quick turn, showing off her short red skirt. Mark tried to contain his urges in the groin area as he watched the skirt fly up slightly when she spun.

“One day I’ll be head cheerleader,” she continued, “What do you think about that?”

“Well uhhh… I mean, that’s great,” he started to speak, not knowing where his sentence would end, “I can tell you’d be very good as the lead cheerleader.”

“And yourself? What’s your intentions for the next couple of seasons?”

“My intentions?” he asked with a confused look on his face.

She nodded, “Yeah, intentions… now that King Bryce is gone, someone’s got to step up now… be the alpha male of the pack, we all know the leader of the football team runs campus grounds. They get anything they want, respect… followers… cheerleaders…”

She paused on cheerleaders in dramatic effect, biting down on her own tongue. Mark tried to focus back on her question however but in all honesty, Mark had never considered that. To be King of the campus grounds was something he had never imagined possible when he arrived here. But what she was saying was true, Bryce had every right to call himself the King if he wanted to. He was in charge of his own destiny here.

With him gone and considering most of the football side were seniors, it meant it would be a much younger and inexperienced side on the field in his junior year. Although he wouldn’t be on top of the pecking order yet, he could see potentially how he could end up there by senior year.

Not wanting to shy down from Chrissy who was clearly wanting to hear that he was confident in his future, Mark spoke himself up, “I guess I could be the future King of Heathrow, why not?”

She tilted her head to the side, bitting down on her bottom lip as she ever so innocently put her hands behind her back.

Chrissy liked it.

“There’s my intentions then,” he continued, “One day, I’ll be running this place, I’ll have everyone wrapped around my finger.”

“Cocky and Confident,” she told him with a smirk on her pretty face, “You know every King needs their Queen right?”

He almost jumped in reaction to a hand that appeared on the front of his jeans. Her fake fingernails lightly scrapped the denim material, heading towards his crotch.

Trying to stop himself from a boner was about to be much harder to do.

“You want to be my Queen huh?” he asked her.

She shrugged her hips, her eyebrows jumping, “I don’t know… maybe if you can live up to your word.”

As her hand got closer and closer to his penis that was now hard underneath those jeans, Mark just went for it. He grabbed her and pulled her in, starting to hook up with the blonde in front of everyone.

She didn’t hold back, not resisting, letting his mouth take the lead.

They exchanged saliva as their tongues clashed, their bodies pressed together. It wasn’t until Chrissy’s hand covered the front of his pants, squeezing his cock tightly that Mark remembered where he was, right in the middle of a packed courtyard.

He pulled away, grabbing her by the hand, “You need to come with me right now.”