Melissa is embarrassed by her parents' delay

"What? Oh my god!" you hear Melissa sound from the upstairs with clear surprise in her voice. You hear some quick shuffling from above, followed by a frustrated and annoyed "Why didn't you tell me," as the gorgeous head cheerleader appears at the top of the stairs.

As usual, Melissa is completely breathtaking and despite the absolute power surging within you, you feel yourself starting to shake with insecurity. She looks even better than she did a few moments ago when you saw her from across the street. There is just something about a hot girl in a cheerleader's uniform that has always made you melt. And Melissa has made you melt more times over the years (whether wearing a cheerleader outfit or not) than you can possibly recall. This is simply one of the hottest girls you have ever seen in real life. She is essentially perfect in every way. You have never been able to discern a single flaw in her physical appearance. Of course due to your extremely different statuses on the high school popularity chain, she has not exactly been overly nice to you during the past, but that has never stopped you from lusting after her. Today however, you know all of those social clichés are over with.

"Damn it Dad," Melissa scolds her father as she makes her way down the stairs, "I can't believe you did this to me. Why do you always have to embarrass me?"

"What did I do?", Mr. Anderson asks clearly taken aback by his daughter's reaction. He has no clue what she is upset about, and frankly, neither do you. Mrs. Anderson, although pretty much still fixated on the bulge in your pants, says from the side without turning her head, "Melissa, don't talk to your father like that." She then unconsciously licks her lips again.

"Gross Mom!" Melissa says at the sight of her mom's infatuation, "Poor James comes all the way over here to fuck me and the two of you keep him waiting down stairs? Without telling me? And with you lusting all over him? That's so damn embarrassing," she explains. "And Jesus Mom, since you've obviously noticed that tent in his pants..." Melissa says focusing her full attention on your crotch for a moment, "...if you weren't going to send him immediately up, the least you could have done is offer him a blowjob or something while he waited. Staring at it isn't helping him. What is wrong with you two? I'm just so embarrassed." Melissa bows her head in shame, covering her eyes with her hands. You can tell she is being totally sincere over her disappointment in her parents and the concern for your well being.

"James," she says as she looks back up with a pleading glare in her eyes. Its the type of look that only a hot girl of Melissa's caliber can pull off and any normal guy cannot resist. "Please don't tell the other girls at school about this. I'd never hear the end of it."

You are a bit taken aback by the the fact Melissa believes her family's delay in allowing you to have sex with her would be seen as a social faux pas which would subject her to public scorn. Its another unanticipated bonus of your fantasy come to life.

You also can not help but chuckle internally over the fact that despite the depravity of this entire scene, Melissa is still so concerned about her social status and how you not obtaining immediate sexual release from her could negatively impact it. You'll have to explore that question a bit more later --- have you turned Melissa into a social slut or is this only an issue where your personal sexual gratification is of concern? You think the latter would be far more hot. No reason to share the benefits of your power with anyone else. But again, that would have to be an issue for another time. For now, you need to deal with the immediate situation before you which is responding to Melissa's rant and getting yourself laid as soon as possible. Your cock is seriously about to burst.

It appeared that Melissa's dad was starting to respond to Melissa's scolding, however you choose to intervene. Although her parents did delay you from reaching your sexual conquest longer than you would have liked, you don't think it has warranted this type of reaction. You take a deep breathe and fight back your pre-absolute power lack of confidence toward her. You have to recognize you never need to feel like anything other than a God from this point forward.

"Melissa, relax. Its all good. Your mom actually did offer to take care of me, but all I really want to do this morning is fuck your brains out. I wasn't in the mood for your mom today. Your dad and I agreed I can come back some other time and fuck her if I want. As for the other girl's at school, well, we will have to talk about that." You smirk at that last part. "Now, can we please get on with this already, I'm seriously going to burst here." You conclude while pointing down to the outline of your hard cock protruding through your jeans.

Your response seems to mollify Melissa a bit and she calms down. "Poor James," Melissa says turning toward you with one of the most beautiful looks of concern you have ever encountered planted on her face. "While I'm glad to hear my mother doesn't lack all manners, its still no excuse for them keeping you waiting. And I'm so sorry --- by the look of your crotch, you must have a case of blue balls by now." She gives you a kiss on the cheek while reaching down to stroke your cock through your pants. You shudder at her touch and have to use all of your self control to keep from cumming right there on the spot. "Don't worry, I'll take care of that in a jiffy. I'm going to make you feel sooooo good that the wait will seem worth it. I'll show you a better time than any other girl at school could. Let's go." Melissa continues as she grabs your right hand and starts to lead you back upstairs.

You have never held hands, let alone actually been this close, to a cheerleader in your life. Her grip is delicate yet commanding. You certainly enjoy the sight of her cheerleader skirted ass swaying in front of you in all the right ways. This girl knows how to get what she wants.

Her smell is so incredibly enticing that you can't help but reach out and stroke her long blonde hair as it flows before you. Normally this type of contact would have resulted in some football jock knocking your lights out, but now such behavior is perfectly acceptable for you to perform. In fact you hear Melissa sigh as you release the last strand of her golden locks.

"Oh, And I'm sorry for yelling earlier," she says turning back to face her parents again and locking her right arm around yours, "Its just you really can't keep James waiting when he needs to fuck. It just isn't fair. And plus, I'm the head cheerleader, I have a reputation to protect."

"Sorry Princess," Mr. Anderson apologies as he watches his daughter lead you away, "It won't happen again. I was just telling James that I'm going to give him a spare key before he leaves so that next time he wants to fuck you, he can just let himself in."

"Good," Melissa huffs back at him, "James should never have to wait."

"Have fun you two, and don't forget about me James. You know where to find me --- if you need me." sounds a **** Mrs. Anderson as Melissa reaches back again for your hand and pulls you the rest of the way to the top of the stairs and toward her bedroom, rolling her eyes in the process at her mother's last pathetic plea.