Michelle put her arms out and dropped in a small curtsy. Charlie was pleased to see that she was playing along. He stood beside her and addressed the imaginary class.
"As you can clearly see, the female body differs from the male in a variety of ways. The female has two breasts, which are primarily used for nursing offspring, but also serve a sexual function, in that they are stimulating to the male. Males are easily aroused by the sight of the female breasts, and also by the feel of them." Charlie nonchalantly reached out and pressed his hand against Michelle's right breast. She tensed, glancing at him in surprise. He waited for her to push him away, but her eyes returned to the empty class, and she smiled nervously as Charlie gently squeezed her soft tit.
Charlie continued, "The breasts can give an indication that the female is stimulated. As you can see, Michelle's nipples are stiff and swollen, indicating that she is becoming aroused." He stroked her nipple and then pinched it gently, causing her to inhale. "The nipples may also experience increased sensitivity when the female is aroused."
Charlie stepped in front of Michelle, facing her. Her eyes were wide as she gazed at him uncertainly, wondering what he intended to do. Charlie put his hands on her waist and lifted her, sitting her on the edge of the counter. He touched her knees with his fingertips and gently eased her legs apart, keeping his eyes on her face even though he knew he was clearly exposing her pussy to his view. Michelle offered only token resistance, and when he took his hands away from her knees, she left her legs splayed open, leaning back on her hands. Her eyes moved over the empty seats, and Charlie wondered if she was imagining rows and rows of students, all watching her.
"Michelle is now graciously showing us her pussy, which also shows signs of stimulation," Charlie told the class. "The outer area of her pussy is swollen, which is a result of increased blood flow, a common sign of arousal." Charlie reached down with his finger and lightly traced the outer edge of her labia, causing Michelle to inhale sharply. But she didn't close her legs or push his hand away. He studied her face, watching her eyelids flutter as he gently stroked her clitoris.
"Another sign of arousal is lubrication." Charlie pressed his middle finger against the opening of her pussy and slid it in easily, almost as if he pushed through liquid. Michelle made an "Ah!" noise as he moved his fingertip inside her then extracted it. He held his finger up. "As you can see by the shine on my finger, Michelle is very aroused right now." He put his finger back inside her, this time sliding it deep, until his palm pressed against her pussy.
Michelle's hips tensed on the edge of the table as he slid his finger in and out of her. He could see that she was trying to move against his hand. "As the female becomes more aroused, it can start to affect her judgment." Charlie leaned forward and kissed her lips. Michelle kissed him back hungrily, opening her mouth and pressing her tongue against his, even as his fingers continued to probe between her legs.
Michelle wrapped her arms around his neck. "Affect her judgment?" she repeated, smiling.
"Yes," Charlie murmured, as he pressed small kisses along her chin and down her throat. "She might find herself doing things she never expected she would do."
"I suppose that's true..." Michelle reached down and pressed her palm against the enormous bulge that strained the front of his pants. Leaning forward, she breathed in his ear, "Let's demonstrate fucking next."
She turned sideways, repositioning her legs so that he was between them. Her hand stroked his erection through his pants for a moment, then her fingers pulled at the top of his zipper. Charlie reached down and undid his pants for her, and her hand slipped down the front of his underwear, locating his cock and pulling it free. When she squeezed his erection in her fingers, he couldn't suppress a moan, feeling himself throbbing in her grip.
Michelle's legs squeezed against his sides. His hands fondled her breasts while she stroked his cock. Glancing down, Charlie could see that the height of his penis perfectly aligned with the opening between her legs as she lay on the edge of the island. Maybe that's the secret purpose of these islands, Charlie thought. Maybe they aren't for chemistry demonstrations at all. Maybe they're just for horny high school kids to fuck on.
Michelle was pulling him forward, urging him to enter her. Charlie could barely believe what he was about to do. He felt the head of his cock against her wet warmth, felt himself entering her, sinking into her. Her arms wrapped around his torso, pulling him close, bringing him deeper inside her.
Oh my god, you're so beautiful, he thought, as he moved his fingers through her hair, pushing the dark strands away from her face. You're so beyond me. How is this even possible?
Michelle pulled his shirt up to his shoulders, so that he could feel her bare breasts pressing against his chest and her hands sliding over his back. He pulled his shirt over his head and tossed it to the side. They embraced, their lips meeting for a long kiss as Charlie slowly moved back and forth inside her. He could feel the muscles of her pussy clutching his shaft, as if desperate to keep him within her. Every thrust sent agonizing pleasure radiating through his body.
Charlie had never felt as turned on as he was at that moment. The entire evening had been a long tease for him. Watching Michelle parade her beautiful naked body in front of him all night long had gotten him more worked up than he realized. It was only when he finally had his hands on her body that he felt the intensity of his desire.
Her fingernails dug into his back and she moaned as her body quivered. It was clear that the evening had been a giant build-up for her as well. Now that they were having sex, Charlie wondered how he could have ever doubted this was the inevitable finale of their evening. Perhaps he could have reached for her sooner, made love to her in the girl's shower, or on that bench in the hallway. Or even on the hood of his car, under the night sky. He had the feeling she would have loved that last one.
Charlie kissed down Michelle's neck as she leaned back onto her hands. He kissed her breast, then took her nipple in his mouth and sucked on it, savoring the clean taste of her skin. Michelle dropped lower, resting her weight on her elbows for a minute, finally falling back so her head touched the counter. She stroked his hair with her fingers as he moved back and forth between her nipples, kissing and pinching them. He lifted his head for a moment so he could watch her breasts bounce in time with his thrusts. Michelle's eyes were closed and she was biting her lip to muffle her gasps.
Charlie slowed his pace, trying to prolong the experience, but the urge to push deep inside her became harder and harder to resist. He felt his erection swelling beyond anything he had ever experienced before. Michelle must have felt he was close. She abruptly sat up and shifted backwards on the counter so that he slid out of her. She seized his erection in her hand, squeezing it just as he started to climax, aiming it between her breasts. Long strands of white erupted from the tip of his penis onto her chest.
It took a minute before his penis stopped pulsating in her hand. Michelle gazed at her breasts, marveling at the sticky layer that now coated her front. She looked up at him, grinning.
"Class dismissed!" She laughed merrily.
***
Michelle disappeared to clean herself up and get dressed, and Charlie walked through the empty school, turning off lights and removing any other evidence that they had been there. He turned off the computers in the AV room. Editing the basketball game would have to wait for another day.
Michelle met him in the hallway, wearing jeans and a white blouse, and they walked together to her car. Standing in the open doorway, Michelle paused to kiss him.
"This was amazing," she said. "I didn't expect you to be here, but I'm glad you were."
"I'm glad I was, too…” he murmured.
She smiled. "It's not something that can ever happen again. You know that, right? I went a little crazy tonight, and it was super risky but we got away with it. I can't take the chance again. We can’t.”
“I know. You're right."
"Good ni
ght, Charlie." She leaned forward to kiss him again, this time on the cheek. "See you Monday."
Charlie watched her enter her car. He waited until she pulled away and drove off. Then he closed the door and locked it.
She was right. It could never happen again. But he knew it would be a night he would never forget. He walked through the empty school, and maybe it was his imagination, but he thought he could still smell the faint scent of Michelle's perfume in the air.
It could never happen again.
But as it turned out, it did happen again. And neither of them could have predicted that they would push things even further the second time.
CHAPTER 2
Charlie didn't know what to expect when Monday came. He spent most of Sunday in his room, listening to music, distracted by thoughts of Michelle and the Saturday night they'd spent together. How would things be different for them at school? Would they start eating lunch together? Would she come by his locker to talk to him? Should he ask her to go somewhere after school? Or maybe wait for Friday, take her to a movie, a real date?
Several times, he thought about calling her. But he realized he didn't have her number, and didn’t know anyone he could ask for it.
He didn't have a class with Michelle. He wasn't even sure of her schedule. When Monday came, he walked through the halls with his head turning constantly to the left and right, scanning each cluster of teenagers to see if Michelle was among them. Every time he saw long dark hair, his heart pounded, but each time it turned out to be someone else.
It wasn't until after third period that he saw her. She came out of a classroom with two other girls, smiling and talking with them, just as Charlie was walking by. She glanced over at Charlie. Abruptly, the smile dropped from her face, and she looked away.
"Hi, Michelle!" he said.
She looked at him. "Oh... hi..." Her voice was barely audible, and she immediately looked away again. She didn't stop. She passed right by.
Charlie felt so hurt and confused that he stopped in the middle of the hallway and turned to watch her walk away. What had just happened?
Reality, he told himself coldly. Saturday night hadn't changed anything. She was still Michelle the beautiful, he was still Charlie the loner, and they didn't really know each other.
Charlie shook his head, as if he could dislodge that cruel voice. He walked to his next class, but the teacher might as well have been speaking Russian for as much as Charlie heard her. All he could think about was Michelle, and the way her smile had disappeared when she saw him.
Despite that first meeting, he still dared to hope for a warmer reception the next time he walked past her, later in the day. This time she was alone, and perhaps that would be the difference. But Michelle carefully avoided looking at him as she passed, staring fixedly at the wall, and Charlie's greeting died on his lips. He felt the coldness settle into him as he swallowed the bitter truth.
She didn't care about him. Saturday night hadn't meant anything to her. The holding hands, the sex, none of it had meant a thing. She'd just been indulging a weird fetish, and he'd benefited because he'd been there. That was it.
Nevertheless, he continued to think about her constantly, even as he accepted walking by her in silence. Sometimes, he even imagined that her gaze followed him as he passed. But he kept his head locked forward like a robot, pretending he didn't see her, didn't know her.
A few days into the week, he looked across the cafeteria to where Michelle normally ate lunch, and caught her looking back at him. She looked away instantly, turning back to her circle of friends. He watched her for a minute, desperately wishing she would look his way again. Why had she been looking at him? Had she been thinking of Saturday? Or regretting it?
He was eating with sometimes-lunch-companions Andy Meadows and Greg Arden, and they were joined by Michael and Dinesh from the AV crew. Charlie struggled for a way to express his turmoil without mentioning anything specific.
"Let me ask you guys a question," he said. "Imagine a Victoria's Secret model comes up to you and says she wants to have sex. But the catch is, both of you have to pretend that it never happened afterwards. What would you do?" Even as he spoke, Charlie knew what a ridiculous question it was, and the resulting smirks from the table of boys gave him his answer before they even spoke.
"Are you serious?" Greg replied. "I'd say, hell yes. Who would turn down that deal?"
Charlie tried again, knowing it was useless. "But I'm saying she would act like it never happened. She would act like she didn't even know you afterwards. And it would never happen again."
"I see. So you're saying you don't get to brag about it." Greg shrugged. "So what? You get to have sex with a Victoria's Secret model. Who cares if anyone knows?"
The other boys chimed in their agreement. Charlie leaned over his plate and shoved a spoonful of bland mashed potatoes into his mouth. He didn't know how to explain the mix of emotions that churned within him. In a way, what Greg said made absolute sense. Charlie had gone in that Saturday to edit a basketball video. Instead, he'd escorted a beautiful naked girl around the school, finally making love to her in the lab classroom. How could that be considered anything but a win? Didn't the experience stand on its own, regardless of how she treated him afterwards?
Get over it, he told himself, and ate another bite of mashed potatoes.
And he did get over it. Or at least he tried to. But as the weekend approached, a thought began to smolder in his mind. What would happen when Saturday came? Would Michelle come back to the school? Daryl was back, so they couldn't repeat the adventures of the previous weekend. But Michelle possessed keys to the school, and permission to be there. Maybe she would just show up, and find him in the AV room. Maybe she would keep him company while he worked.
She thinks you broke in, he reminded himself. She won't expect you to be there again, if Daryl is back.
But maybe she would come to the school anyway, for something cheerleader-related, and maybe she would see Charlie's car at the back of the building. Maybe she would pop in and visit.
Maybe she would come in to explain why she wasn't talking to him.
Charlie came in earlier than usual that Saturday. He told himself that he still had the basketball game to edit, since he hadn't worked on it barely at all the previous Saturday. Daryl was already there when he arrived, and Charlie barely sat down before the security guard dropped by to say hello. Charlie chatted with the guard for a while and looked at Daryl's pictures from Miami.
Daryl was a tall, thin man in his mid 40s. His family had come to the United States from the Dominican Republic when Daryl was just a kid. He had worked as the security guard for the school for fifteen years, and intended to work there until he retired.
"I don't need much," he told Charlie once. "All I need is a roof to sleep under and a TV to watch when I'm not working." Daryl was divorced, and seldom talked about his ex-wife. Charlie gathered he hadn't heard from her in years. Daryl never seemed particularly intimidating. He had a wide smile and an easy gait, as if he never needed to hurry anywhere. Pine Hills had a low crime rate, and Daryl's biggest problem most nights seemed to be boredom.
Daryl chatted with Charlie for more than half an hour. They talked about Miami mostly, although Charlie itched to ask the security guard if he'd ever seen Michelle Santos around the school on the weekends. He couldn't find a way to casually slip the question in, and finally Daryl excused himself to return to his patrols.
Charlie tried to return to editing the basketball game, but he was distracted by his thoughts, and before long he found himself hunting for his video from the homecoming pep rally. He imported it into a project, and watched it for a while. Head Cheerleader Vanessa Watson was the focus of the shot, but Michelle was at the edge, and Charlie watched her as she jumped up and down, waving her pompoms and smiling.
Before long, he was combing through footage from the previous season's football games, searching for shots of the cheerleaders. Eve
ry time he saw Michelle, he cut out and imported that piece of footage into the project. What was he going to do with all of it? He didn't know. But suddenly those moments where the camera panned over her seemed like secret treasures to him, and he wanted to find as many of them as he could.
"I never knew," he thought, as he watched a clip where for some forgotten reason he had decided to film a close-up of Michelle as she danced to a song the marching band was playing. "I filmed her and I never even knew who she was."
Daryl popped in every now and then, when his hourly patrols took him through that part of the building. Charlie explained that he was editing some football clips together, and Daryl didn't question it. The football team did appear in most of the clips on the screen; they just weren't the part Charlie was interested in.
"You gotta go home, Charlie," Daryl finally told him, as the time clicked past midnight. "You been here all day."
All day, and no sign of Michelle. Charlie felt defeated as he walked out to the dark parking lot. Her words from the previous Saturday echoed in his mind. She'd told him it would never happen again, and she had meant it.
At school, Charlie continued to walk past Michelle in silence, pretending that he didn't know her secrets, pretending that he didn't know her at all. He watched her when he could, looking to see if she spent time with anyone, perhaps a boyfriend he was unaware of. Several times, he watched in jealousy, certain that a boy who was talking to her was her boyfriend. But his subtle inquiries towards her relationship status yielded no clear results. If she did have a boyfriend, it wasn't widely known among the student body.
He came to school for long hours on Saturdays, and now all his time was spent editing together footage of Michelle. He had no clear idea what he was making, and knew it served no purpose other than making himself look like an obsessed stalker of the pretty cheerleader. He told himself it would give him closure. He would put all his feelings into the video, and then save the video onto a thumb drive and throw it in a drawer. Or throw it in the trash. In that way, he would symbolically let her go, and move on.
Saturday Night School: The Cheerleader's Secret Page 4
