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This is my first ever story to write. I am by no means an expert on grammar so bear with me. All characters are 18 or over. This is a work of fiction and meant for entertainment only. Comments, suggestions, and criticism are always welcomed. Enjoy.
It was 5:30am and I could hear my alarm ringing from my phone. Rolling over in bed I turned it off. The weekend was over and it was Monday morning.
“Ugh, I hate how boring this school year has been so far,” mumbling to myself.
Setting up I pushed my brunette hair back and started scrolling through my phone. My name is Anna, I am 18 years old and I am a petite 5’6 cheerleader. The picture perfect tan popular girl at school and everyone knows who I am. I have a nice bubble butt that makes the girls jealous and the boys drool. My stomach is toned and boobs are a perky 32b. Teasing the boys is my favorite hobby and I love the envious looks I get from other girls. So naturally I have made some enemies with the other girls at school.
Looking through my phone I start to catch up on all social medias. TikToks, Sanpchats, DMs all full of boys being thirsty.
I whisper softly under my breath “If they only knew how much it turns me on.”
My nipples visibly hard and poking at the white tank top I have on. The feelings run through me as I read. Traveling down, it starts building tension in my pussy. My blue thong gathering wetness on the inside.
Not able to withstand the growing urge, I hold my phone in one hand, the other makes its way down into the waistband of my thong. Scrolling through each DM, reading and touching myself. Older men, college guys, even some uglier boys from school. I didn’t care. I loved when a guy was a perv. All the dirty, filthy comments running through my mind.
“I bet that pussy is tight,” “I could fold you into a pretzel and fuck you senseless,” “You wearing anything under that cheer uniform? Probably not slut,” “You send nudes,” Comment after comment pouring through my mind.
I gasp silently, “Oh fuck.” My fingers now completely inside of my soaked pussy.
Trying to hold back the moans so none of my family can hear. I roll over to my stomach, putting my face into a pillow. Pulling my knees up puts me into a doggy style position. Thinking about how all of the boys would want to take me like this. Pulling my hair, spanking my perfect ass, and fucking me relentlessly. It doesn’t take long, it never takes me long like this. Two fingers rubbing and fucking my pussy, I cum.
Now that the tension has been temporarily subdued I can start to get ready for school. Since I love to tease, one of the first things I like to do before getting ready is to open my blinds. My neighbor is a boy named Drew that goes to school with me. He is quiet, nerdy and your typical band geek. Our windows are both on the second story and across from each other. Close enough to see into each others rooms but still far enough away to leave a little privacy. It is always exciting to think he is spying on me as I get ready. Getting to see what no one else gets to see. Now I don’t just stand there completely naked, staring out the window until he sees me. No, that would be to easy. I like to walk past, maybe pause for a minute after a shower in just a towel. Or for instance how I am now, tank top and just a blue thong, looking out and gathering a refreshing view of the morning. I have never caught him looking, but sometimes I get the feeling someone is watching.
This morning was no different, it is still early and no one is outside at this time. So, I start my routine of showering, fixing my hair and makeup, and picking out what clothes to wear, always with the intention of showing off my assets. Today I went with a cute light pink bra and matching thong, my top was a white crop top that showed some of my toned stomach and a black skirt that was just long enough to not get into trouble. Luckily my school is pretty casual when it comes to the dress code. I get dressed, grab a quick breakfast and say bye to my parents as I leave.
I park my car and start to head inside. Walking through the parking lot and into the school it’s always crowded with people going every direction and groups standing and talking. I get to my locker and notice a group of boys on the opposite side of the hallway. I catch some of them glancing at me, trying to get a look at what I’m wearing today. This is my first chance to tease today and I have been on edge lately, wanting to push myself a bit further than I have in the past. Thinking quickly of what I should do. I open my locker and through the mirror inside I can see that everyone of them are checking me out. All the attention is on my short skirt, so acting fast I accidentally drop one of my books on the ground.
“Now just bend straight over and they will get to see part of my ass cheeks,” I think.
One final glance at the mirror confirms they all noticed and they aren’t looking away. There is no way they are going to miss this chance.
“Damn,” I mumble to myself and start to bend diyarbakır escort forward reaching for it.
As I go to reach for it I see another hand reach down and grab it.
“Here let me get that for you,” It was Brad, the quarterback for the football team.
“Oh, thanks,” I say with disappointment in my tone.
I grab it from him and shut my locker. The boys behind me go back to talking but I can’t make out what they are saying, and then I hear them laugh. I know they said something about me. Most likely something vulgar or perverted and I can feel a slight tingle inside of me again.
“Are you not even going to say hey to me,” Brad said with a little frustration.
“Brad I know what you are trying to do and the answer is no and will always be no,” I spit back at him annoyed that he messed up my teasing.
He had been trying to get in my pants all year. Just like he does with every girl he likes. Don’t get me wrong I like the attention, but that is it.
“I think you will be changing your mind pretty soon,” he smirks back at me.
“Not even in your dreams Brad. Bye.”
I go to turn and walk away from him, and as I take my first step I feel the slightest pull at the bottom of my skirt. Brad had grabbed the back of my skirt, and before I could even comprehend my predicament he pulled it upward. I couldn’t stop him, my hands were full carrying my bag and books. He quickly took the bottom of my skirt and tucked it into my waistband, leaving my entire thong covered ass on full display.
I instantly froze. Brad steps back and admires his handiwork, finally getting to see a part of me that he desperately wants. I drop my bag down to free one of my hands. This catches the attention from the boys on the other side of the hallway. But I quickly turn only giving them a glimpse of Brads prank. As I pull it out of my waistband they all start laughing and Brad joins in.
“Looks like I get to at least see that sweet ass of yours Anna,” he mocks at me.
Now red faced and mad I spit back at him “You are nothing but a fucking perv Brad,” and storm off to my first class.
As I rush off, I can barely contain the fire running through me. Not only am I furious that he did that to me, but at the same time my pussy is screaming at me to go further.
“Why didn’t you let them see more? Why didn’t you fall over and leave your ass exposed? He could have pulled the skirt down and even your thong with it,” the thoughts were running wild in my head. I could feel the wetness on my panties already.
“This is bad, really bad,” I thought to myself. I wanted him to do more. I hate Brad with a passion, but at this moment I wanted him to do whatever he liked to me.
Rushing into the classroom, I sit down and start trying to calm myself down. Hopefully nobody notices how flustered I am. I start to distract myself with my phone and since I sit in the back its easily hidden.
I get a text from my friend Chloe, “What happened to you? Everyone is saying something about you flashing a bunch of guys???”
My heart starts to beat out of my chest as I respond back, “OMG! No I didn’t! Brad pulled my fucking skirt up, and those guys didn’t see shit!”
Fury is burning through me at this point and I can barely sit still because at the same time my pussy is throbbing for attention.
Chloe texts back, “What a fucking creep! I am guessing he also described to everyone exactly what he seen in detail. Pink thong?”
I quickly slam my phone down. “That creep can’t stand that I won’t go out with him. How can someone I despise so much make me feel so fucking horny,” Is all I can think about.
Fuming at this point I didn’t realize the teacher, Mr. Sanders had caught me using my phone during class.
“Anna please bring your phone to my desk and bring your things with you so you can sit up front,” Mr. Sanders says irritated at me.
“Yes sir,” I say with frustration in my tone as I start to gather my stuff.
Everyone is watching me at this point and I can see the satisfaction on their faces. Glad that I got in trouble. I make my way to Mr. Sanders desk and I hand my phone over to him.
“You can have it back after class,” I roll my eyes at him and go to take my seat.
Now that I’m in the front row and have nothing to distract me. The tingling sensations between my legs are running wild. I start to look at Mr. Sanders and notice he keeps staring at me more than usual.
“What is his deal? Could he have heard about what happened to me? Does he know what kind of panties I have on also,” I start to really watch him.
His eyes seem to drift down when he is looking at me and then he looks away. Each time, he’s teaching and talking, looking around the room, then when he gets to me he quickly takes a glance down then back.
“He is looking at my skirt! He sat me up here on purpose! When he goes to sit at his desk he will have a clear shot up my skirt if my legs even slightly open. He wants to see for himself, edirne escort what a fucking perv!”
It was driving me even farther over the edge at this point. “What if he somehow looks through my phone? He would see me in every way he wanted if he knew where to look. I have a passcode though so there is no way that could happen,” My thoughts were wild at this point but the one thing that was clear to me is that Mr Sanders was for sure trying to look up my skirt. With my pussy begging for attention, I had no other choice, I had to let him see, but I told myself just a little bit.
Mr. Sanders goes through his rotations teaching and when he gets back to looking at me I go for it. I adjust in my seat and slightly part my legs. Instantly his eyes dart down, but this time they stay for a longer look. He losses his concentration and fumbles a few words. I never take my eyes off of him. Staring at him, I keep my legs just far enough apart so that he can see the color.
He then decides that this is a good stopping point for the lecture and tells us to work out some problems on our own, as he walks over to his desk to sit down. I stay how I am but I keep my eyes on my book pretending to do some math problems. I can still make out where he is watching though, and it is directly at me, or should I say directly at my panties.
“Fuck me he isn’t looking away! He wants to see more!”
Since he is being a complete perv right now I have no other choice, I have to show more or I will regret it later. “Just do it,” is the only thought going through my mind, so I do. I relax in my desk, and when I do I let my legs open up even wider. I can feel the cool air hitting me right where he wants to see.
Giving him a complete view of the outline of my pussy, “Can he see how wet I am from there? My panties feel soaked!”
I take a glance over at his desk and notice that he is now on his phone, and the way he is holding it the camera on the back is facing right at me.
“What the fuck is he doing? Could he really be trying to take a picture of me? Or maybe a video? What if he was using it to zoom in on my pussy!?”
Frozen I just stayed there on display for him, not knowing what I should do. It was to late at this point anyway, he would have already recorded what he wanted if he was. And I liked it. I liked it a lot.
“What is wrong with me!? He is my teacher for fucks sake! If I don’t take care of this raging urge flowing through me, there is no telling what else I might do!”
I have to either find a way to get a release or figure out how to calm myself down. I raise my hand up and get Mr. Sanders attention.
“May I go to the restroom,” I ask.
“Yeah, sure you can Anna,” he responds.
I stand up, gather myself and start to make my way over to pass his desk to the door but quickly decide to try and get my phone back.
Standing over his desk, I whisper quietly, “Can I have my phone back please?”
Looking down at my phone on his desk it recognizes my face and unlocks. We both notice this.
“I’m sorry but no Anna, not until the end of class. Now hurry up and go so you can get back to your work,” he quickly responds.
Rolling my eyes again at him, I head out of the door and down the hall to the restrooms. Finding an empty stall I quickly set down and start to process what to do.
“Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!! He has my phone unlocked on his desk. If he looks through my pictures, he will see everything. I have nudes of me in multiple positions and angles. I even have some of me in my cheerleader uniform spread and bent over. Fuck! I don’t have time to fix my pussy from aching. The more time I waste in here the more he will see.”
“He wouldn’t go through it right in the middle of class would he? I was nice enough to let him look up my skirt, that should have been enough right? I have to get back to class right now!”
I quickly head out of the restroom and back down the hall to class. I stop at the door and peak through the window.
“My phone was moved to the other side of his desk now. He had to of looked, or did he just move it out of the way. He had some papers sitting where it was before. Fuck, I don’t know.”
I make my way in and back to my desk. Sitting down this time, I make sure to keep my legs completely closed.
With a million questions and worries going through my head, I didn’t notice class was almost over. I did notice Mr. Sanders still looking over at me, straight at my skirt again. I could feel his presence begging for me to open up again for him.
“Just one more time and I’m done,” I thought.
I slowly let my legs fall open, allowing him to get a full look again. Hoping that if he did happen to go through my phone, that he would keep it private.
The bell rings, we all stand up and start to leave. I head straight to his desk.
“Can I have my phone now please?” I ask.
“Yes, of course Anna. Here you go. But for the rest of the semester you are going to be sitting in the front edirne escort bayan row. And if I catch you on your phone again you will have to stay over in detention with me. Now hurry up or you will be late for your next class.”
All I can mutter is, “Yes sir,” and head for the door.
I hurry to the restroom again, its empty inside so I go in the first empty stall. Pulling out my phone I hesitate to open it. But I have to check and see. I open it and immediately check to see my most recent apps used. My stomach instantly sinks and I feel adrenaline flowing through me. The last app opened was my pictures, and right in my face was my naked shaved pussy. Next to it a full frontal nude and another of me bent over touching my toes, baring my entire pussy and ass.
“He fucking looked! I can’t believe it! What if he tells everyone? He’s like 50 or 60 years old, what a fucking perv. No wonder he isn’t married! I have to talk to him. But what would I even say? Keep your fucking mouth shut old man? He would probably fail me.”
Once again I didn’t have time to fix my problem and my horniness wasn’t subsiding. I had to get to my next class. Hurrying out of the restroom I made my way to my history class and found my seat close to the back.
I pulled out my phone again and started to text Chloe back and forth. I definitely couldn’t tell her about Mr. Sanders, but I had to find out more about what people were saying about me “flashing” some guys.
To sum it up most were just saying they wish they could have seen or I was nothing but a slut looking for attention. If they only knew that they were right. I can’t deny it.
“I want all of the attention,” I thought to myself.
History class went by fairly quickly and we had a 15 minute break in-between the next class. I made my way to the restroom again just to touch up some of my makeup. It was crowded in there so I still had no chance to focus on calming my pussy down. So I waited for a free mirror and the crowd was thinning out. Leaving me and just a few other girls inside. That’s when Amber decided to speak her mind to me.
“So we already had to deal with our boyfriends looking at you because you dress like a slut! And now you are flashing them!? We are about to teach you a fucking lesson bitch!”
“What are you talking about? I didn’t flash anyone! Brad pulled my skirt up! Nobody else seen but him.” I quickly respond.
Amber and her friends back me up to the corner surrounding me. “My boyfriend told me exactly what you were wearing. So I am going to find out for myself who is telling the truth,” Amber proclaimed.
Her friends grab my hands and pin me to the wall. Amber quickly goes for my skirt and pulls it up over my stomach.
I gasp, “What the fuck are you doing, you fucking bitch?”
Amber with fire in her eyes says, “Just as I expected, a tiny pink thong just like he said. You did flash them slut! You are about to get what’s coming to you finally!”
She then looks down at my panties again and starts to laugh, “Holy shit, her little slutty thong is soaked!”
They all start to laugh and my whole face turns red in embarrassment.
“Aww, poor Anna the slutty cheerleader is embarrassed. I thought you liked showing yourself off. I think we should help you show more,” Amber mocks at me.
I started to tremble, not from fear but from the urges running through me. I was turned on to a new level of horniness that I never knew existed. I didn’t want it to happen but it was out of my control. They had me, and they were pissed at me.
Amber, still holding on to my skirt, yanks it straight to the floor.
“Step out of it!” she demands. And without hesitation I do as she commands.
“See I told you she wants this,” she laughs, now holding my skirt in her hand.
In her other hand she pulls out her phone.
“Just a quick confirmation picture. You know where this is going,” and she starts to snap a few pictures of me.
I finally speak out in protest “Don’t take pictures of me bitch!”
Laughing she says, “Oh? You want me to stop? Do as I say and we won’t throw you out of here completely naked!”
My heart racing now I don’t know what to do. So I just wait for here next command.
“Turn her around so we can get a good look at that ass everyone wants to see!” Both girls on either side of me start forcing me to comply as they get me facing the wall.
“Now stick your ass out some for the camera slut,” Amber says without any hesitation.
I immediately bend my hips giving her the pose she wanted. All I can hear is the camera clicking on her phone.
“Good little slut, now for the real fun,” There is a pause and I can feel that she is closer now. I feel her hands grab onto the waistband of my thong.
She starts to whisper in my ear, “I hate this for you, but it has to be done. Otherwise you won’t learn your lesson.”
And then with one swift motion she pulls up as hard as she can. All I can do is get a quick “ohhh!” out and her friend puts her hand over my mouth to muffle my scream. All I can feel is the material wedging its self deep inside my pussy and ass. My thong is stretched to the max going up to the middle of my back, close to ripping and then she lets go. Stepping back she starts to admire her handy work. My panties still wedged into my pussy.
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