Interrupted just as she reaches it

Practically jumping out of my seat, I raced down the stairs trying to catch up to Lindsey, aching to get an up close and personal look at the new cheerleading outfit. Rounding the last corner on the stairs, I landed on the concrete flooring right as the petite eighteen year-old passed right by, the sight of her tight body glistening with sweat enough to make me weak in the knees. I kept a steady distance between myself and Lindsey while I collected myself thoughts before approaching. So wrapped up in her own sexual situation, the half-Asian cheerleader had no idea I was coming up behind her as she was moments away from the women's restroom.

Reaching out to her in one swift motion, I covered Lindsey's eyes from behind, pulling her close to me and pressing her ass against my crotch. The tiny teen jumped in shock, almost letting out a yelp before stifling herself to stymie as much attention as possible. Trying to get a rise out of her I whispered into Lindsey's ear. "I've wanted to do this for a long time, and I have to say you look even better up close."

I felt a shift in Lindsey's demeanor as I uttered those words, any hope that it was one of her friends behind her quickly fading. She became stiff as a board, bumping the top of her head into my nose as she tensed up in my arms. My nostrils were flooded with a wide swathe of smells, Lindsey's sweat and perfume mixing with a hint of girlcum thrown in. Even though she was terrified the eighteen year-old couldn't help but be turned on at this taboo interaction.

In an effort to hide her obvious arousal Lindsey spoke in an exaggeratedly sweet tone, trying to get back into cheerleader mode. "How'd you know my name?" asked the teenie brunette, reaching up to grab my hands and take them away from her eyes.

Moving them away, I flipped Lindsey around, giving her the first glimpse of my body. The eighteen year-old seemed relieved when she saw that I wasn't some drunk dad or creepy old pervert, but that relief didn't last long when a wide smile broke over my face. "Let's talk about that over here shall we?" I told her, forcibly grabbing my new 'friend' by her slim wrist and taking her inside the bathroom.

Lindsey started putting up a fight as we walked down to the end of the tiled bathroom, smacking my arm with her free hand and shouting out for help. "Stop it! Leave me alone. Help! Please, someone. I don't know this guy!!" A couple of women standing at the sinks turned to look at the pleading teen attempting to break free of my grasp, but otherwise they chose to ignore her cries and return to gossiping with each other.

When we approached the group at the sinks, they got louder, talking amongst themselves but making sure that Lindsey could hear them. "Those damn cheerleaders are getting on my last nerve. My husband can't look away from them even when I'm sitting there next to him!" said the first woman, a curvy blonde. "I can't believe the uniforms. Those new ones? That girl out there tonight looked like a hooker!" proclaimed the next, a slim brunette with a surprisingly large ass. "Yeah, she looked like a total slut. I bet half the school knows what her pussy feels like!" exclaimed the final woman, a raven-haired MILF who looked familiar though I didn't know why. She drew hearty laughter from her friends, the trio finishing up their business and leaving Lindsey and I alone.

They say sticks and stones will break your bones, but oftentimes it's the words that hurt the most. Lindsey looked completely dejected, her spirit crushed by those 'nasty' women and their not-so-subtle jabs. Right in front of the stall door I wrapped my arms around the mixed teenager, pulling her body into mine. My cock hardened from the verbal teasing, now resting beneath her pussy. The stain from Lindsey's soaked panties created another on my pants, and I figured now was the time to add to her emotional trauma, and if I was lucky it would break Lindsey entirely. "Don't listen to them, you're not a hooker. Hookers get paid. And I'm taking that pussy for free."

The senior cheerleader flinched as I slapped my hand against the metal door in front of us, bobbing her down onto my dick for a brief second. Lindsey's feet turned to cement when I tried pushing her into the stall, resolved after a few solid smacks on her tiny ass. Locking the door behind me for no other reason than prolonging the tension, I turned back around and gazed over my new fuckdoll.