Renee stays behind, and talks to her coach

The students filed out of Miss Testone's class as the bell finished ringing. John decided to wait until everybody left to let his hardon diminish, or at least better conceal it behind his notebook with nobody else around.

John's head was down in his notebook, pretending to finish up the classwork. The scuffling of bodies stopped and John looked up, preparing to exit.

What John saw before him cemented him to the seat. Just feet away, in front of Miss Testone's desk, Renee was bent over, chatting with her cheer coach.

Her gray pleated skirt with the blue rings was pulled completely above her ass, exposing her uniform's shiny royal blue briefs. As the bubbly brunette discussed the routines for the next game, she obliviously shifted from one white sneakered foot to the other, allowing her teen buns to ooze slightly out from under the tight elastic legbands as she adjusted her weight. The sauciest ass on the cheerleading squad, right in front of John's face!

John followed those long tan legs to the floor. How many times had John masturbated to the thought of those wrapped around his waist as they made love?

If John thought he had a hardon before, he had a steel rocketship in his pants now, ready to blast off!