The final bell rang as teacher Marcus Jackson was putting tests into his briefcase to grade over the weekend. It was Friday, so all of his students fled out of the classroom like it was on fire. He got a few goodbyes and some well-wishes for the weekend from some of his more studious students, however, most simply ran off like some girl had lost her top outside.
After the last of his students left, another teacher, Philip Caan, walked into his room.
“Hey, Marcus! You wanna get wasted tonight? I heard that girl you like, Sylvia, is dancing tonight at the Royale Club.”
Marcus chuckled. He and Phil often found themselves getting drunk on Friday nights and venting about their more troublesome students to one another, although Phil tended to be higher in spirits this year than previous ones. Either way, neither of them was in any hurry to get back to their wives and learn about which couple they met at the gym and going to be forced into hanging out with during the weekend.
“Sorry, Phil. It’s the second round of tryouts today, and after that, I’m going to have start grading these tests right away if I’m going to have the marks added to the students first set of report cards.”
“Oh right! I forgot that you had those tonight.”
“Yeah,” Marcus said in a dejected voice.
Due to low interest by teachers at the school to supervise after-school activities, the school board decided to force every teacher to coach or oversee at least one team or club in order to raise student engagement. Phil was put in charge of the school’s Teacher-Student Mentoring program, meaning he would give advice on a one-on-one basis to students who were struggling with things like confidence or anxiety issues. To Marcus’s embarrassment, he was made coach of the school’s cheerleading program.
He wasn’t given a choice in the matter, as he was slow in applying to head another group that better fit his interests. Most of the teachers with extensive experience in physical activity were made coaches for the more prominent school teams, such as football, basketball, etc. Marcus had been involved in administering the school’s weightlifting team, back when there was one, and since he had experience in overseeing an athletic team, albeit one that no longer existed due to low interest, he was given the coaching responsibilities of the school’s cheerleading team.
Marcus didn’t know much about cheerleading, other than he loved women in cheerleading uniforms, and the reason that he was assigned this team, one that apparently no other teachers wanted, was because their team, well, sucked. None of the teachers that ran the program really cared about it, so the team never really did any good during games, or official competitions, so no one wanted to be in charge of such an embarrassing team.
Most of the time, the girls on the team took it upon themselves to work out the routines themselves, which led to them being highly sexual in nature, almost like they were dancing in a strip club rather than performing at pep rallies. Still, their style of dancing did technically increase the ‘pep’ of many of their fellow students, or at least the male ones, which led to another reason that Marcus was not liking his position as coach of the cheerleading team: he always got turned on by the cheerleaders.
Although he tried to resist it, Marcus couldn’t help but spring a boner every time the team performed. The team was made up of seventeen and eighteen-year-old girls, usually the more attractive teens at the school, and combined with their suggestive routines, it was impossible for any straight man, or lesbian girl, not to be aroused by the school’s cheer team. While a lot of men would think of this as a golden opportunity, Marcus just thought of it as an excruciating punishment, seeing as how nothing would ever happen between him and any of the girls on the team.
“Well, I’m sorry that you can’t join me, Marcus. I guess I’ll see you next week.” Phil started to leave, but something must have come to him because he spun around and addressed Marcus once more. “By the way, I heard from two students, Becky and Harper, that they were thinking of trying out for the cheer team together this year. Did they ever sign up?”
“Yeah, there are two students by those names auditioning for the team. Why?” Marcus inquired.
“Well, both of them see me for the Teacher-Student Mentoring program, and they mentioned how they were considering joining the cheer team, so I was just curious if they followed through with it.”
Marcus was a bit confused.
“Hmm, that’s odd. Both girls, particularly Harper, seem pretty self-confident and happy. Why would they be a part of the mentoring program?” He thought for sure he saw the other teacher smile ever so slyly.
“Yeah, but it never hurts to get a little extra guidance in certain, areas, so to speak, that they might not feel open to asking their peers or fellow students about, so that’s what I help out with as a neutral party. Anyway, I’m glad they’re trying out. How are they doing so far?”
‘Phil really takes an interest in the students he helps out,’ Marcus thought to himself.
“Well, most of the spots are pretty much guaranteed, so there is really only one spot left. Becky is doing okay, not the greatest, but good enough for the team. Harper, though…” Marcus trailed off.
“What’s the matter?”
“Harper has spirit, but her dancing is pretty erratic, to be honest. If she can’t do well enough dancing, how is she going to handle the acrobatic components of being a cheerleader?”
Again, Marcus thought he saw a smile hiding more than simple happiness under it on the face of his colleague.
“Don’t count Harper out yet, Marcus. When she wants something, she does whatever it takes to get it so she might surprise you. I gotta get going, I need to see a student quickly before I leave. Have fun and I’ll see you later.”
“See ya, Phil.” ‘Is it just me, or was Phil trying to imply something a second ago? And what did he mean by have fun?’ He shook it off as nothing, probably just him being tired after teaching all day. He finished putting his papers into his briefcase and headed to the gym; the second round of tryouts was about to begin.
Marcus was in the office attached to the gym that was reserved for teachers who administered one of the school’s sports teams. Currently, the office was vacant, as every other teacher had left for the weekend and the gym was booked for cheerleader tryouts. Since no one was around, and the gym was always incredibly warm, he decided to take off his button-up shirt and switch it for a plain white T-shirt instead.
As Marcus removed his button-up shirt, he looked at himself in a mirror that was mounted on the office wall. He was twenty-nine years old and a pretty handsome guy. He was six-foot-three with black hair and light blue eyes. Thanks to all of the two-on-two hoops he played with some of the other teachers, he had been able to stay in pretty good shape, and thanks to his time administering the school’s former weightlifting team, he was also pretty muscled as well.
‘Let’s get this over with,’ Marcus thought as he sighed and stepped out into the gym.
“Alright, everyone. Let’s get started. I know you really want to get your weekends started, so start performing routine number seven from the handouts you received earlier and I will evaluate you as you go. Harper, Becky?”
As soon as he finished speaking, two girls standing next to one another instantly stopped talking and looked at him like a bunch of kids caught in the act of trying to steal cookies just before dinner.
“You two still need to perform your individual assessments, so after everyone else leaves, could you please stay behind for a few minutes?”
“Yes, sir,” Becky said, followed by, “Of course, Mr. Jackson,” from Harper.
“Okay then, begin.” Marcus hit play on a boombox and a CD full of pop music started playing as the girls began their routines. Most of the girls were guaranteed a spot, which just left two girls with little-to-moderate skills to vie for the final spot. Becky and her best friend Harper knew that they were competing for the final spot and needed to give it their all if they wanted to make it onto the team.
While all of the girls contributed to the erection that he was constantly fighting to hide, Marcus found himself mostly focusing on Becky and Harper, partly because he knew he needed to decide which one of the two girls were going to make it onto the team, but mostly because both girls were the sexiest of the girls at tryouts. Becky had brown, shoulder-length hair and brown eyes. Her legs were long and toned, and she had a pretty normal bust for a seventeen-year-old girl, along with a small but tight-looking ass.
Harper had red hair that was pulled back into a ponytail, and green, piercing eyes. She was a bit shorter than Becky, but she also had larger breasts, probably small C’s, and an ass so perfectly round that it was hard to believe it belonged to a seventeen-year-old. While Marcus would no doubt have loved to get busy with either girl, he couldn’t help but find himself more interested in Harper and her exquisite ass. He had always been a bit of an ass man, something that drove his wife, Tracy, up the wall, as she wanted nothing to do with any ass play, much to his disappointment.
Both girls had been given a uniform to wear during the tryouts, which included a red and white cheerleading top with the school’s team name written on the chest, a pleated red skirt, knee-high athletic socks with three red horizontal lines around the top, and a pair of white running shoes. In a devious twist, Marcus made sure that both Becky and Harper got tops and skirts that were a size or so too small, telling them that if they made the team, new ones would be ordered for whoever got the spot.
As a result, the tops were so tight that neither girl was able to wear a bra underneath and had to resort to wearing the cheer top on its own, occasionally giving Marcus a view of their perky nipples trying to poke through the tight tops, while their midriffs were left slightly bare, letting him see the navel jewelry both girls had dangling from the flat bellies. On account of the skirts being too small, they were so short they came to rest slightly short of their mid-thighs, meaning that even the slightest jump caused them to fly up and expose their underwear. For Becky, she wore a pair of simple baby-blue boyshorts, nothing much, but still pretty hot, and Harper wore a bubblegum-pink, lacy thong.
Becky looked a little nervous due to how exposed she was, causing her to hold back on her jumps and attempt to pull down the skirt as much as she could without exposing something else. On the other hand, Harper seemed to relish the skimpy nature of the outfit, another reason he was disappointed that he wasn’t going to be giving her the final position. Both girls had performed reasonably well, but Harper had made a lot of errors while running the routines, never seeming to be able to sync her movements to the beats of the music or the moves of the rest of the team.
There was only one part of tryouts left: a private audition in the office, away from everyone else. Marcus wanted to focus on each girl one at a time, but he didn’t want to have one of the girls wait in the office or wander the halls of the school unattended, so the best thing to do was to have one girl perform in the office, with the other waiting outside in the gym so that she could practice while she waited.
“Very good, girls,” Marcus said after turning off the boombox. “First practice will be on Monday after school out on the football field. Harper and Becky, please stay a few minutes to perform your individual routines. Harper will go first, so could you please wait out here for a few minutes. You can use this time to practice, and you can use the boombox out here to play your music, I have another one in the office.”
“Okay,” both girls said in unison.
“Good. Everyone else, have a good weekend and I will see you Monday after class.”
The rest of the team quickly cleared the gym and Becky started to practice while Harper walked with Marcus into the office, who closed the door behind him so that Becky’s music didn’t distract them. He was feeling really pent-up after watching the tryouts and was in desperate need to shoot off a load before his balls got any bluer. Originally, his plan was to finish the tryouts and think about them while he masturbated at home before his wife returned from work, but he realized that there was no way he could make it past the girls’ private performances without his cock starting to hurt from being erect for so long.
His hope was that both of the girls were going to be so wrapped up in doing their routines that he might be able subtlety, slowly jerk himself off a bit under his desk without them catching on. He knew he was taking an enormous risk, but if he didn’t at least release some of the pressure soon, he was going to have to cut the assessments short to go jerk off in the bathroom, which was not something he wanted to have to resort to.
"Alright, Harper. You know how important this last segment is, right?" Marcus asked as he sat in his chair. She nodded her head with an enthusiastic smile.
“Well then, wow me.”
Harper put a CD in the boombox on his desk and began her routine. As she started to dance, Marcus quietly unzipped his pants and started to very carefully stroke his cock, mindful to not stroke too fast, or else all of the movement would alert Harper to his perverse activities. So far, she didn't seem to notice though, most likely due to her fast and erratic dancing, so he increased his stroking speed a little bit. In addition to keeping her from sensing what he was doing, her dance moves caused her short skirt to repeatedly fly up and give him a view of her pink, lacy underwear. Clearly Harper did not mind being exposed as she was, either on account of not being shy, or she thought such a thing could give her an added edge in helping her nab the final spot, but either way, Marcus was really enjoying the show.
Marcus came so close to being able to shoot off a load, but just as he was about to, Harper’s routine ended and she turned off the music. While he couldn’t believe how close he had been able to come, there was still Becky’s audition next that he could use. Failing that, he could go home and finish the job, happy to have at least gotten some relief from watching of these hot teenage girls dancing around in their tight, sexy uniforms.
"So, how did I do, Mr. Jackson?"
“It was okay, but I’m not sure if it’s enough to get you the last spot, however.” ‘No, it wasn’t, but it was SO damn sexy!’ he thought to himself.
“Well, was it at least enough to make you cum?”
Marcus nearly jumped out of his chair, which luckily he didn’t do, considering his pants were undone.
"What, what are, what are you talking about, Harper?" he choked out as he swallowed whatever saliva he had left to coat his quickly drying throat.
"Oh, please. Come on, Mr. Jackson, all of the girls saw that you had an erection while we were performing, and did you really think I wouldn’t notice you jerking off underneath your desk while I was dancing?"
Marcus began to panic as his breathing went off the charts. He looked all around the room as he thought to himself, ‘I can’t believe it, I’ve thrown everything I’ve worked so hard for away, and for what? A few minutes of masturbating to a student because I was too impatient to wait until I got home to do it, and I didn’t even cum!’ He was so distracted thinking about how he was going to get through this that he hadn’t noticed that Harper had walked across the room, around his desk, and was now standing right next to him. Without any indication as to why, she knelt down in front of him
"Harper, Harper what are you doing?” Marcus stammered.
"Making sure that I get the last spot on the team," she stated as she began massaging his inner thighs.