Paul leaned back on his chair, looking at the dual monitor display in front of him and ensuring that the correct files were opened for the project. He still couldn't believe it, he had been paired with his high school crush, none other than the cheerleading captain, Annie.
He wasn't sure she even knew of his existence prior to the project designation, but it was the opposite for him, he knew all about her from the countless hours he had spent stalking her anonymously on social media. He knew her favorite artists, TV shows, sports teams, and clothing brands, but most importantly he knew the shape and size of her butt from all the times he had zoomed in on her pictures and replayed her videos.
He pressed his erection down to the side, hoping that it would be enough to hide it along with the tight boxers he was wearing. Normally, as a seventeen-year-old with raging hormones, he would tend to his needs with a visual aid compromised of a mixture of Annie's pictures and a carefully selected adult video of a similar-looking porn star, but he was too anxious for that as he waited for her to arrive at his home.
I hope she's wearing leggings, his pervy side intruded, letting his fantasies run wild. Or maybe even a skirt.
Just when he had managed to cool himself down, he heard the doorbell ring, which startled him back into a nervous state. He hurried out of his room only to realize that he didn't want to answer the door right away as to not seem overly excited, so he took a deep breath and slowed down on the way downstairs.
He greeted her at the door, keeping it simple to not mess up right out of the gate, but unable to stop his face from getting warmer as he stole a glance at her outfit that consisted of a blue, relaxed-fit shirt and formfitting, green shorts that appeared to be a size too small for her.
"My room's upstairs," he said, awkwardly pointing in the direction of it and moving out of the way to get two bottles of water he had preemptively placed next to the living room TV.
It was a shrewd move that invited her up the stairs before him so that he could follow her and get his first real-life close-up of her coveted backside.
Much better than leggings, those are basically panties, he thought, admiring how the shiny fabric of the shorts barely reached her thighs and outlined the shape of her butt.
After having done the best he could to contain his erection, it managed to free itself and tent his shorts in a matter of seconds, before he even got to the second floor.
In a last effort to save himself further embarrassment, he walked ahead of her into his room where he quickly sought refuge by sitting down and hoping the desk provided him with sufficient cover.
Once they began looking over the project tasks, he felt like a fish back in water, but he could still feel the warmness on his face and his aching member pushing against its constraints.
When he thought he was in the clear, she made a comment that brought him out of his short-lived comfort zone when she said, "You're blushing pretty hard."
"I, uh, I am?" he asked, feigning ignorance while the cold beads of sweat running down his forehead betrayed him.
"It's okay, I tend to have that effect on boys," she said, in such a nonchalant way that made his heart skip and his cock twitch.
He continued working, piecing the project together and adding her input where necessary, but unable to maintain his usual typing proficiency which she took notice of.
"Am I distracting you?" she asked, displaying a sexy innocence that he wasn't used to.
He shook his head, "No, erm, it's not that," he lied.
"Well, your dick has been hard this whole time," she added, in the same tone she had been using for details on the project.
"No, what, sorry," he said, caught off guard by the fact she had noticed all along.
"Look, I need a good grade or I'll be suspended from the squad," she explained, inching closer towards him.
"Yeah, of course, I got this," he said, reassuring her that she wouldn't receive an academic suspension.
"Make sure we get an A on the project," she said, in her soft and usually convincing voice, while reaching to place her hand dangerously close to his bulge.
"What, a-are you doing?" he asked, feeling his cock reacting to her caressing hand.
"Let me help you, you're not gonna be able to concentrate," she said, flashing her irresistible smile.
He knew her jump in logic was strange and that he didn't want to take advantage of her, but he wasn't about to interrupt his crush's inspiration in what was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. He rolled his chair back a bit, giving her enough space to get on her knees in front of him.
"Ever gotten one before?" she asked, as she hooked her fingers under the waistband of his shorts and boxers.
"No, never," he replied, knowing that he had yet to kiss or romantically touch the opposite sex.
"You have a nice dick though," she said as she unveiled his throbbing member and took a moment to inspect the reddish-purple color of his engorged head and his veiny shaft.
"Wait, er, I do?" he asked, caught between feeling flattered and surprised by her comment.
He was several pounds overweight, a virgin and an introvert who avoided overwhelming social activity while she was the opposite, with the physique required to be the cheerleading captain and the personality of a social butterfly who had dated multiple football players. Everything considered, hearing his crush compliment his size was a boost to his ego that he was not going to forget anytime soon.
She answered by looking up at him with her light blue eyes then sticking her tongue out and inching it closer to the underside of his cock. His throbbing shaft pulsed before her, showing its anticipation by oozing a drop of precum that she caught with her tongue as it trailed down near the base.