Robin's Ride

The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. I hope you have fun reading this sweet little one part story. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne

Here's a cliche that pretty much everyone knows...

All straight guys fantasize about being with a cheerleader. The desire goes back to the Second World War when most young men became soldiers and cheerleading turned into a female dominated activity.

Today, cheerleading ticks every box on a guy's sexual checklist: young, cute, perky, athletic, flexible, outgoing, energetic, and actually wanting people to watch them as they dance and tumble in adorable little outfits, flashing pretty smiles and flirty looks.

It's enough to turn any guy into a gibbering idiot.

What many guys don't know, however...is that girls who become cheerleaders are already aware of this.

Most of them begin cheering because they are naturally outgoing, have the gymnastic skills, and love being a part of a group of girl friends who enjoy having fun together.

...but they know.

They know that one of the benefits of being a cheerleader is commanding the attention of guys and being the object of their fantasies. Girls love to feel pretty, and desired. No matter how liberated a female is, there is a little part of her that wants to be the sex symbol...and being a cheerleader is a safe way of becoming every straight guy's fantasy girl.

That brings us to Robin.

Robin was an adorably cute ginger girl with a petite figure, perky little breasts, a tight rear, lovely smile, and gorgeous blue eyes. She was also very smart, always a straight A student and in all the academically gifted classes.

Because of her petite size, Robin was always a flyer and enjoyed being tossed and flipped by her teammates.

It also made her the center of attention.

With Robin's adorably cute smile, bouncy ginger curls, and spunky personality, she was always the high school cheerleader with the most admirers at Sunny Park High School.

After graduation, Robin went to a nearby university to work on a degree in international communication. Her studies were intense, and she rarely had time for any kind of social life, including cheering.

At the beginning of her sophomore year in college, Robin started dating Mark. He had actually gone to Sunny Park High School as well, but the two only knew each other tangentially at the time. They became friends during their first year at university and started dating the following summer.

One afternoon that fall, while Mark was over at Robin's dorm suite helping to clean out her closet, they accidentally found it...

"Oh my goodness!" Robin said pulling her high school cheerleading uniform out of a large storage container. "Mark, look what I found!"

Mark smiled and then sighed nostalgically, "Oh wow, I remember how cute you looked in that outfit."

Robin smiled and held up the blue and white uniform in front of her. The style was a little more traditional than modern cheer outfits. With the blue and white pleated skirt, sleeveless top that zipped in the back, white bobby socks, and cute saddle shoes, the effect was adorably retro.

"We weren't dating at the time," the cute ginger girl tilted her head slightly and began using her flirty voice, "were you thinking about me back then?"

"Are you kidding?" Mark asked rhetorically, "everyone thought about you."

"Really?" Robin's blue eyes sparkled.

Mark nodded.

"All the girls wanted to be just like you," he confirmed, gently caressing his girlfriend's cheek, "and all the guys wanted to be with you. I'm definitely the lucky one."

"You're really sweet," Robin blushed.

Mark's voice got softer as he made his request.

"I'd love to see you wearing it again."

"Oh, I don't know," Robin looked over the uniform, "it probably doesn't fit anymore."

Mark took the outfit and held it up against Robin.

"I'll bet it does," he countered, "you've still got that amazing petite figure you had two years ago."

Robin smiled shyly and then gently bit her lower lip in thought.

"Tell you what," Robin offered, taking the cheer uniform back, "I'll wear it for you, but only if you agree to meet me at Sunny Park High for the game this Friday night."

Mark pondered for a moment.

"It's Homecoming night isn't it?"

"Mmm hmm," Robin nodded, flirting with her beautiful blue eyes, "and I want you to dress up too. Wear a nice coat and bowtie, you know, something dapper."

Mark raised his eyebrows.

"What exactly did you have in mind?"

The cute ginger girl turned towards the full length mirror on the wall and posed with her cheerleader outfit held in front of her.

"Wait and see, sweetie."

"Okay," Mark agreed, "it sounds like fun."

Robin glanced back over her shoulder and flashed her boyfriend the most adorable smile.

"Oh, it will be."

***

Mark drove his charcoal colored car into the same student parking lot that he had used back when he was in high school at Sunny Park. Not much had changed during the past two years. The building was old but still in decent shape, and several extra structures had been added over the decades as the school grew.

The stadium was always the place to be on Friday nights during football season. Mark wasn't that big into sports, his personality being more artistic and intellectual. He did, however, enjoy going to the games to see friends, be social, and check out the cute girls that were there.

Or rather, one girl in particular.

The Sunny Park High School cheerleaders were always a talented group, but Robin had been a legend there. As the only ginger, she naturally stood out from the rest of the squad, but it was her talent as a flyer that had made her so popular. When Robin was tossed, she went higher than anyone, spread her legs the widest, and always had great form. Her balance was excellent during landings and she never showed any indication of nervousness.

Mark didn't start dating Robin until after they both had graduated, but he spent many Friday nights admiring her from the stands.

Now that the two were dating and both in college together, Mark couldn't help but wonder exactly what Robin was planning for this Homecoming game...and also why she wanted them to meet there instead of riding together. Doing as he was told, Mark wore a tweed jacket and a blue silk bowtie he had kept from his senior prom a few years ago, along with a dress shirt and brown trousers. He almost looked like one of the teachers rather than a former student.

As Mark made his way to the stadium and through the admissions gate, he noticed just how crowded the stands were. It had been two years since he had been on campus, but a few people recognized Mark from his time there. He thought it was interesting how quickly the population of a high school changes until suddenly, hardly anyone knows who you are anymore.

Taking a seat in the stands, Mark looked around for Robin. The cheerleading squad had set up their floor mats on the track where they usually did their routines, but the girls were nowhere to be found.

The football team was warming up on the field and the band was playing some pre-game music for the crowd. The team was decent, and the band was good, but it was the extremely talented cheerleading squad that was always the big draw at Sunny Park High.

When the band had finished their pre-game set, some forgettable techno dance music started playing loudly over the sound system in the press box while an announcer spoke to the crowd.

"And now, students, staff, and alumni, please give a warm welcome to your own Sunny Park High School varsity cheerleaders..."

As the crowd started to applaud, about twenty high school girls in cheer uniforms came bouncing out of the inflatable "tunnel" that had been set up on the field. They were jumping, tumbling, and waving at the spectators as they made their way over to the floor mats set up on the track.

Lining up on both sides of the long matted area, the squad picked up their blue and white pompoms and shook them in the air as the percussionists in the marching band began a long drum roll.

Something was about to happen.

Suddenly, out of the tunnel came another cheerleader, running towards the mats between the two lines of girls.

When the crowd saw the ginger hair, they knew immediately who it was. Many people had seen Robin in action during previous years, and even the younger high school students had heard of her as a cheerleading legend.

As Robin reached the edge of the mats at full speed, she instantly went into a roundoff back handspring that continued all the way down the entire length of the mats.

The crowd gasped as Robin ended with a layout and then tagged on a backflip in which she spread her legs wide mid-air and came down to hit the mats in a full split. With her hands on her hips, Robin flashed the most adorable smile at her audience.

Mark's jaw was on the ground as the crowd went wild cheering for Robin and her amazingly epic entrance.

Bouncing up out of her full splits, Robin waved at her audience and began hugging members of the squad who she had cheered with two years before.

"Great job, Robin! Welcome home!" came the announcer's voice over the speakers.

Robin smiled and blew a kiss up to the press box. She loved the attention, and wearing the same cheerleader uniform she had worn in high school guaranteed that she received a lot of it.

The squad grabbed their pompoms and set up in a dance formation on the mats, with Robin in the center. As the forgettable techno music kicked back in, the cheerleaders broke into a routine that the squad had done for years. It was a crowd favorite because it involved both complex cheer stunts and hot dance moves.

Making eye contact with Mark from the track, Robin gave him a flirty wink and proceeded to absolutely throw down on the dance routine as if she'd never left high school.

Mark was instantly captivated, and his cock was rock hard. He'd seen Robin dance before, but this was different. She wasn't performing for the crowd, she was performing for him. With every hip movement, every booty shake, and every flirty glance, Robin became Mark's personal eye candy, and it was getting him turned on beyond belief.

"Damn, she's good," Mark heard someone nearby comment, "whoever she's dating is one lucky bastard."

Mark smiled to himself. He definitely knew what he had in a sweet and sexy girlfriend like Robin.

As the dance routine came to a climax, several members of the squad lifted Robin up to their shoulders and then added a higher extension with their outstretched arms. The cute ginger cheerleader flashed an adorable smile and grabbed her right leg, lifting it in a heel stretch, making sure that her blue cheer spankies under her skirt were directly in Mark's line of sight.

Knowing that Robin was teasing him on purpose, Mark playfully shook his finger at her as if to say, "tsk tsk you naughty girl."

Robin smiled, answering by leaning over, grabbing her teammates hands, lifting her legs straight up to the sky above her, and spreading them wide into a handstand split. It was Robin's signature stunt, and it always made the crowd go wild. Not only was it extremely difficult, but it always resulted in Robin's skirt succumbing to gravity and revealing her spankies for all to see. In a splits position, the cheer bloomers always rode up, giving her admirers a teasing look at the cheeks of her tight rear as they slightly spilled out of the fabric.

Every straight guy in the stands wanted to be the one to spank that little adorable ass...

...and as sweet a girl as Robin was, there was a naughty side of her that was totally aware of this...and loved it.

Mark was transfixed, impressed that Robin's skills were still as fine tuned as they were in high school. Maybe she had been practicing all along.

After holding her handstand split long enough for everyone to get a good look a her tight little rear, Robin dismounted and fell into the arms of two cheerleaders standing on the track.

The ginger girl bounced back onto level ground with an adorable smile, raising her arms over her head and doing a few cheer kicks before turning around to get her pompoms.

Mark noticed that Robin had bent over at the waist facing away from him on purpose to pick up her pompoms, giving him a clear look up her cheer skirt. He wasn't positive, but he could have sworn that when she looked over her shoulder at him, she playfully slapped her rear.

"That little tease," Mark said to himself, enjoying the public flirting that was happening.

Robin tempted Mark relentlessly throughout the game, using every cheerleading trick in her arsenal.

She would conveniently do stretching exercises in his direct line of sight. Lying on her back and spreading her flexible legs into mid-air splits, Robin would pump her hips slightly, both to stretch her toned muscles and drive Mark insane by simulating a fucking motion. With Robin's cheer spankies riding up and gripping her pussy tight, Mark thought he could actually see the outline of her labia through the spandex fabric.

"You...fucking...cocktease..." Mark said to himself, realizing that Robin wasn't wearing any panties under her cheer bloomers.

Robin spent much of the game doing cartwheels, aerials, jump splits, basically anything to give Mark, and the rest of the crowd, a great view of her pantiless pussy and adorable little ass. The only thing that kept it from being obscene were the cheerleading bloomers that Robin was wearing under her short pleated skirt.

Every basket toss saw Robin fly higher and higher, each time spreading her legs wide into oversplits, absolutely loving that she was giving every guy in the crowd a hard on as well as an image they could fantasize about for a long long time. Most of all though, Robin knew exactly what she was doing to Mark, and was clearly enjoying herself.

At the the end of the game, the cheerleading squad headed off the field, waving and blowing kisses to the crowd. Mark sat dumbfounded in his seat as everyone around him began to leave for the parking lot.

Robin had always had an effect on Mark when he came to watch her at the games back in high school. Not knowing her very well at the time, he had just admired her from a distance and kept her cheerleader persona in his fantasies. By the time they had gotten to know each other and started dating in college, that cheerleader personality was part of Robin's past.

Tonight however, Robin had become Mark's cheerleader fantasy girl once again, and this time, she played into the role intentionally...

...and she obviously loved every minute of it.

Walking back to his car after the crowds had thinned out, Mark couldn't help but be a bit frustrated. His girlfriend had spent all evening sexually teasing him, spreading her legs, shaking her rear, and giving flirty glances just to drive him crazy. His cock had been rock hard pretty much the entire game. Every time he thought he could cool down a little, Robin would get him turned on again with another sexy dance move or a cheer trick that required amazing flexibility, just to play with his mind.

Mark didn't stand a chance. He couldn't get near her, but he couldn't take his eyes off of her either. That little cheerleader skirt and those tight spandex bloomers...with nothing on underneath, drove him insane with a primal desire...

...the desire to fuck Robin.

It was exactly as she had planned.

"Mr. Hawkins?"

Mark glanced up at the sound of Robin's voice coming from several cars over, having been looking down on the ground and lost in thought as he was walking through the parking lot.

In the low light of the occasional street lamp, Mark could see his girlfriend laying on the hood of his vehicle, her body facing down with her hands resting under her chin smiling cutely. Robin's toned legs were bent at the knees behind her, giving little kicks back and forth up in the air in those adorable bobby socks and saddle shoes.

"There you are, Mr. Hawkins," Robin raised the cuteness level by playing girlishly with a lock of her long ginger hair, "I was hoping I had found the right car."

"Robin?" Mark asked confusingly, "what is going on?"

"I'm so sorry to ask you, Mr. Hawkins," Robin responded as if she were acting out a skit, "I know you're my literature teacher and everything, but I didn't know who else I could ask."

Mark was beginning to realize what Robin was up to, and why she had asked him to wear dressy clothes tonight.

"What seems to be the problem...young lady?"

Robin almost giggled when she heard him throw in the 'young lady' comment, realizing he was starting to catch on.

"Well," Robin said hesitantly, "I rode with some friends here and...well...they thought I was going home with someone else...so...they've kind of...left already."

Robin gave the most adorable puppy dog eyes.

"So you see, Mr. Hawkins, I'm stranded here...without a ride home."

"Aww, you poor thing," Mark gently stroked under Robin's chin with his hand, "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Well," Robin looked up at him sheepishly, "I was hoping...maybe...you could give me a ride home, Mr. Hawkins."

"I'm not sure that's a good idea, Robin," Mark answered skeptically, "you are a student after all, and I am your teacher. It wouldn't be appropriate to have a cheerleader riding in her teacher's car."

Robin's eyes began to water.

"Oh please, Mr. Hawkins! Please don't leave me stranded here!"

"Damn, she's good at this," Mark thought to himself.

Robin began giving little kicks with her legs again and gave Mark her most coquettish glance.

"Mr. Hawkins..." Robin's words were filled with sexual tension, "I need a ride...and you're the only person who can give it to me."

Mark raised an eyebrow.

"Perhaps we can make an arrangement then."

"Anything, Mr. Hawkins," Robin sounded desperate, "anything."

"Well then," Mark folded his arms across his chest, "why don't you pull up that cheerleading skirt and let me spank that cute little ass of yours."

Robin's mouth fell open in surprise.

"Mr. Hawkins!" the cute ginger cheerleader pretended to be scandalized by the suggestion.

"Don't play all innocent with me, young lady," Mark tried to sound like a stern teacher admonishing a student, "you've been deliberately teasing everyone in the crowd tonight with that little skirt...and you need to be punished for it."

"But..." Robin began to protest.

"Now, young lady," Mark demanded.

The cheerleader moistened her lips nervously.

"Yes, Mr. Hawkins," Robin reluctantly reached down with both hands and slowly tugged her pleated skirt up over her hips, revealing the cheeks of the cutest, tightest, little spankable ass spilling out of her cheerleader bloomers.

Robin brilliantly played the role of the embarrassed student being forced to do something naughty with her teacher. With her sheepish blue eyes looking up at Mark, Robin slid her cheerleader spankies down over the curves of her ass, exposing her adorable rear.

"Good girl, now let's see you earn that ride home, young lady," Mark leaned over and planted a long deep kiss on Robin's soft lips.

"Mmmmmm..." the cute cheerleader sighed in contentment as she felt Mark grab both cheeks of her ass firmly with his hands.

...and then...

(SMACK)

"UM!!!" Robin jumped mid-kiss, her eyes going wide when she felt Mark's hand spank her ass hard.

(SMACK)

"OH!!!!!" Robin broke their kiss as another slap came down on her tight rear, "Mr. Hawkins! You don't have to spank me, sir, I'll be a good girl."

"Yes you will, young lady," Mark confirmed, slapping Robin's perfect little ass once again.