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An original short story written by [MtG-Ti] and based on art by skecchiarts.
The sudden trilling of your phone and the ringtone that meant someone had just sent you a picture message of all things made you tear your eyes away from your computer for a moment, albeit hesitantly.
You half expected spam, or maybe one of your friends sending you the latest and greatest hilarious meme you’d more than likely already seen last week, but if someone was going to the trouble to text you something, it was worth looking at.
As it turned out, it was a picture of Vanessa, the hottest and most popular girl in school. One she’d taken herself… One she’d taken NUDE! …Well, close to nude, but considering your track record when it came to the ladies, it might as well have been the full Monty, and your hesitation evaporated instantly.
Drinking the image in like a thirsty drunk, the first thing you noticed was that she was standing in front of what looked to be a floor-to-ceiling mirror in what had to be her very own bedroom! Then the swell of her door-frame-busting hips in the foreground took your breath away until you laid your eyes on her outrageously thicc thighs and mouth-wateringly cushy bubble-butt being reflected in the background and the second hit in the one-two combo landed…
The way that ass seemed to devour the itty-bitty pair of panties absolutely flossing her ass-cheeks had you throbbing so hard you had to roll your chair away from your desk before you put a hole in it. Her ample breasts — those glorious globes that haunted your dreams at least one night a week, if you were being honest — demanded you stare at them too, putting the final nail in your coffin as you imagined motorboating the sweater-puppies being hugged and lifted by her cheerleading uniform top…
As your aching cock started to drool hot streaks of pre into your pants, it was only the fear that she’d sent you the image by mistake that kept you from jizzing your pants on the spot. You barely knew each other, after all! Sure, you had had one class together — maybe two — but what was someone like her doing sending—!?
“I heard you’ve got finals coming up, and I just wanted to wish you luck~💋” the accompanying text read. “That, and let you know I’ll be cheering for you even while I’m all the way over on the football field~❤”
Be still your beating heart…! Did she really know? H-How did she know…? You were a cut and dried, dyed in the wool, dice-rolling, card-playing, calculator-loving nerd, and mathlete finals were coming up, but—!
Well, you had been leading the school to decisive victory after deci— Wait, no, why in the FUCK would she be cheering for YOU!? …B-Better to let her know she had the wrong number and that you’d delete what she sent before—
"Don't you like it~? I can take another shot if you wanna see more, ANON~💋"
…O-Okay, NOT a wrong number! Holy shit, so then WHY—!?
“I wish I could see the cute look on your face night now, cause you’re probably freaking out and wondering ‘how’ and ‘why’ when the easy and obvious answer is because I like you~❤
“Since I know you’re gonna overthink things anyway, the hard answer’s cause you never wrote me off as eye-candy, or an idiot, or useless, or anything else that usually goes along with being a cheerleader… When we got grouped up last month, you not only wanted me to carry my weight, you believed I could! Sure, you ended up giving me lots of help and held me to a higher standard than others might so I wouldn’t tank your grade, but that only made me want to work harder and prove you wrong~!
“...It took me a lot longer than I’d like to admit to realize it — me, a popular girl, with a nerd, and a human one at that? — but as soon as I saw that A+ that we’d earned together, I realized I’d really rather have the smart, sensitive guy with a heart of gold who treats me like a real person than the muscle-bound jock that only thinks with the knot between his legs because he doesn’t have anything between his ears…
“The last thing I ever want to be treated like is a stupid bitch or a trophy, but part of me thinks I wouldn’t mind being your bitch, Anon~❤”
H-Holy fucking shit! Okay, okay, okay, BREATHE! She was so fucking hot, so you had to play it cool and—!
“Do you think you could do me an itty-bitty favour, Nonny~?”
Thank god she couldn’t see how hard and fast you were nodding your head…!
“Since you’re the only one who’s going to know I’m wearing these under my spats and skirt tomorrow, why don’t you put the tissues and lotion I just know you’re eyeing right now away — I’m flattered, really, believe me — and give me something else I can hide from prying eyes~?
“Saaaaay… first thing tomorrow morning, underneath the bleachers, completely RAW~? You know, for good luck~? I’m thinking I’ll fly even higher when the squad goes to throw me if I have to keep my legs together so I don’t spill, and I’ll bet you’ll be even more of a human calculator once you know what my piercings feel like pushing into your balls while your cock’s down my throat~❤”
Okay, OKAY! WEW! Now she was just laying it on too thick! There was no way in HELL you could—!
“...But if you’d rather stroke out a load or six to your new cheerleader girlfriend’s hot body, I totally understand~ Just send me a pic of that hard human cock in your hand and I’ll show you the spread eagle I’ve been working on lately~❤ We can save the rewards for after we both win our competitions~”