Senior Year Memories Ch. 31

Dakota grinned devilishly. "As a matter of fact, I do."

***

Dakota swung the door to the little theatre open, peering inside and, once content that it was empty, pulled me in afterward and locked the door behind her. It was a small, dimly-lit 99 seat theatre with a small, brightly-lit stage cluttered with bits of furniture and props. Only a short jog from the main auditorium (and an easy escape with how many people were there), it was a room I wasn't terribly familiar with. I knew our school's drama department used it for plays that were too small or weird to put on the main stage, but hadn't been to any of those shows myself, well, because the drama kids kinda weirded me out a little. They kinda weirded most kids at school out a little. They were intense, and oddballs among oddballs, and had a sort of cult-like following under Mrs. Harker because she actually had some acting credits under her name a while back and they thought she could get them into the business.

I had nothing against the drama kids, but knew well enough to give them their distance. So, yes, it was a little unsettling to be in one of their chief domains.

A kiss from Dakota Lewis has a way of fixing that, though. With her tight cheerleader's body, C-cup tits and firm butt, she could get pretty much any guy to do anything, I wagered.

"Why'd you pick in here?" I asked, a little better off than I was before, but still feeling a little strange for being here.

"Why not? I'm horny, and it's closer than any of the most easily broken into classrooms, it has a lock, and I know it well. Come on, there should be something comfortable on that stage to fuck upon," Dakota said, kissing me again and leading me down the rows of seats toward the stage.

That answered some of my questions, but not all of them. "You've spent time in here?"

"I hooked up with a guy in stage tech a few times earlier this year; he could barely handle me, but he had a cute butt and could talk dirty in Latin, so I gave him a pass until I bored of him. Feel free to get naked whenever you want," Dakota replied, taking a step up onto the stage and dropping her backpack on the floor.

I followed her lead, jumping up and taking off my backpack. Though the stage was positively cluttered with more props and old pieces of furniture than I could count, there was a reasonably clean-looking loveseat that looked like it'd do.

"So, a guy who's good with his tongue isn't good enough for you?" I said as I stripped down, piling my clothes and shoes in a small stack at the front edge of the stage. I had to admit, with the stage lights on it was a disorienting position to be in. I could see the stage and Dakota well, but I couldn't see the audience for the life of me. I was just glad that Dakota had locked up behind us.

I was now naked before her, but Dakota seemed to take some great amusement at being dressed. If I didn't know her better, I'd say I was on the receiving end of a pretty twisted prank, but the way she came for me, I knew she was telling the truth about being turned on.

"He was a master of a dead tongue, when I much prefer a live one," Dakota purred, reaching beneath her skirt and dropping her black panties to the floor. I was hoping to see more of her than this, but at the same time enjoying how naughty she looked lusting after me in her preppy clothes. She played with the hem of her skirt, teasing, pulling it up slightly to show me an extra hint of leg without getting too close to showing me her pussy.

"So, that's what you want?" I said, sitting down on the love seat.

"It's a fine start, but you know me; that's *only* a start," Dakota replied.

"I agree," I said, reaching out to pull her in closer. Even from here, even with her skirt on, I could smell her sex. Dakota definitely wasn't lying about how horny she was, and with all ten inches of my thick cock standing at attention, I'd have been more than happy to help her with her state.

Dakota stepped away from me, though, my fingers lightly grazing her skirt but not getting any purchase. I growled in frustration and want, but she merely smiled.

"Relax, Ryan; you'll be feasting upon my delicious and well-educated cunt momentarily. I was curious, however, to try something a little different..." she said, stepping slightly away.

"Oh?" I asked.

"Oh, yes," she replied, turning around, with her back facing me. "I know that our time together was hot, but limited, and I wanted to show you that I am every bit as flexible as the other girls in the squad, and in some ways possibly a little more."

"It sounds like you're getting ready to show off," I challenged.

"I am," she said, arching her back into a perfect bridge with her hands flat on the floor, then kicking off the ground until she was in a handstand facing me. Quite naturally, this caused her skirt to fall up around her stomach, revealing her pussy and its dark, thick bush in all its glory to me. Readjusting slightly, she took a step closer to me on her hands, and then spread her legs in an expert center split. Her sex was displayed for me lewdly, almost perfectly served up on a platter for my hungry mouth.

"That's definitely showing off," I said.

"I told you," Dakota replied. "Now, I can hold this for a while, but not forever. I would like to quite urgently request that you start eating my fucking pussy, right now."

"Oh, yeah, of course," I said, wrapping my arms around her waist, hopefully helping her support some of her weight as I leaned in and began eating her pussy.

"Mmmm, fuck yeah," she moaned. "I've been needing that today. I've been needing that for a while. I love dominating, I do, but sometimes it's just... better, to cut loose and be crazy."

This was definitely crazy, I gave her that. I've had some creative sex with some flexible women (some of the positions I'd managed with Brooke, Sarah and Cleo still haunted my dreams rather deliciously), but this one was entirely new to me. I didn't know how she had the upper body strength to keep this up, nor if she would be able to for much longer, but I didn't care. She'd let me know when she was done, and I was going to give her the pussy eating she craved.

Thankfully, I knew Dakota's pussy quite well after our days of debauchery at New Year's, and was adept at bringing her both to and past the edge quickly. With a little extra attention to her clit, and a finger slid up her ass, I soon had her shaking and crying out in orgasm. I felt her arms start to buckle and gripped her tighter, leaning back onto the love seat so she wouldn't crack her head on the floor. I held on for dear life as she quivered and shook against me, and then she began laughing.

"Okay, that was definitely interesting, but dangerous. I probably should not do that again anytime soon," Dakota said, disentangling herself from me and sitting next to me. Her face was flush and her hair was a mess, but damn if she didn't look completely satisfied.

"If you're going to do it, do it with Cleo; she's got the muscle," I joked.

Dakota laughed, massaging her temples and flexing her wrists after the long handstand. "That she does. So... would you like a blowjob?"

"I won't say no," I replied. "But I was hoping to fuck you before we finished here.

"Nothing says we can't do both," Dakota said, pushing me against the seat and leaning over. She teasingly licked the underside of my cock, running her tongue around the head and spreading my precum freely. Dakota stretched her lips, wrapping them around the head of my cock and slowly taking my length into her.

I hissed, savoring the feel of her mouth. Fuck, I hadn't made enough time to be with Dakota. She was that perfect mix of prim and proper, a preppy-looking bitch, and an absolute sex freak. She may not have had the same level of assets as a lot of the girls on the team, but with a mind and confidence like hers, she didn't need anything else to be one of the sexiest girls on the cheer squad.

I wanted her. Fuck, I needed her. I needed to cum after the day I'd had, and I needed to cum bad. I was expecting that to happen from my evening with Brooke and Josie, but if Dakota wanted to claim my cum first, she could have it. She sucked me with gusto, seemingly enjoying my reactions almost as much as the fact that she was almost fully clothed while I was quite naked. While I loved seeing Dakota in the nude, I was enjoying the blowjob too much to want to change anything.

"Oh fuck... you're good at sucking cock," I groaned.

"I know," Dakota replied, before quickly deepthroating me.

"You know a lot," I said with admiration, running my hands through her soft hair as she bobbed up and down on my cock.

"I do," Dakota said when she came up for air, "but so do you. I wouldn't be doing this with you if you hadn't a brain, even with your endowments. If I only wanted those, I'd have gone with as much of the football team as everyone claims I have."

Taking that in, I smiled with pride and said, "Thanks."

Slurping at the head of my cock, she gave it one nice kiss and said, "You're welcome. Shall we?"

"Yes," I replied instantly. "We shall."

"Good," she said, climbing up onto the seat next to me and getting on her hands and knees. Dakota explained, "I can't do anything too messy, not when I must meet some of the other girls later and play the leader they respect and fear, but I could definitely use some cock."

"Well, thankfully I've got more than some," I said, smiling as I knelt behind her. I flipped her skirt up over her impressive and bare ass, lined up my cock with her pussy lips and pressed inside, feeling the familiar part of her sex as I slid inside.

"That you most definitely... DO!" Dakota squealed as I bottomed out inside of her with one quick, firm thrust. Groaning, she added, "You caught me by surprise. That won't happen again."

"Awww, but where's the fun if I can't surprise you every once in a while?" I said, beginning to thrust in and out of her in earnest.

"It would be non-existent... fuck yeah, keep it up like that... but some of your surprises can be a bit more... inconvenient... than others," Dakota said.

"Oh?" I asked, savoring the way her pussy tightly gripped my cock. I was horny, grabbing her hips and starting to build up a pretty swift rhythm, and thankfully Dakota didn't mind a good hard fuck in the slightest.

"Mmmm... you make it hard to talk sometimes... but never too hard... fuckfuckfuck..." Dakota whined, shaking her head and turning to look back at me. "Good surprises... being this amazing at sex... slamming it home in one thrust... inconvenient surprises... what you've done to Brooke this year..."

"And what have I done to Brooke?" I asked, spanking her swiftly while I thrust into her. I knew Dakota liked things rough and enjoyed her ass, so I thought it would get her nice and hot. The way she cooed, I knew I'd done the right thing.

"You've made her happy... and I'm happy she's happy... but Brooke's never had a steady boyfriend before... anytime she was with a guy... oh fuck... she'd gladly drop anything when I called... but now that you've entered her life, the team's not her biggest priority... I'm not complaining because I adore Brooke and am truly happy she's happy... it's just... inconvenient for me..." Dakota groaned as I fucked her.

I smiled with no small amount of pride. Dakota was one of the proudest people I knew, and few people could put her in a position like this. She was no tyrant, much as she wanted everyone to think she was, but she did love her control. That Brooke and I falling in love could disrupt things this much for her, well, it was the kind of small thrill I could have a little power trip over.

I smacked Dakota's ass again before grabbing her hips, fucking her even harder.

"Awww, you're just jealous that she's getting this cock all the time and you aren't?" I growled, leaning over to grab one of her bouncing tits through her top.

"A little... but you're making it very hard to lead the team when you've got most of them all hot and bothered and more than one of my girls all googly-eyed for you. We've still gotta train, cheer, and compete, and all that, you know, and distractions like you are... inconvenient..." Dakota moaned, dropping her head. Her body was tensing with another orgasm, which made things a lot easier for me with how close I was.

Smiling, I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her up to me. I knelt behind her, fucking in and out of her tight cunt as best I could from this angle, squeezing her tits and whispering into her ear, "Well, then it's my pleasure to be your... inconvenience."

At that word, I reached between her legs and gently squeezed her clit. This set Dakota off, cumming once again with a cry, her entire body shuddering and quaking against mine. I could only fuck her so hard when her pussy squeezed me as exquisitely as it did here, and after Brianna this morning I was nice and ready for a good cum. Overwhelmed by the pleasure, I started firing off inside of her, a full day of fun and teasing and looking at sexy teachers from across the cafeteria just hitting me at once and emptying inside of our school's tight-bodied cheer captain.

We rode this out together, me thrusting into Dakota with increasingly slower pumps while she shook and went slack, her face dropping down into the seat as she groaned and rode it out.

Tired and satisfied, I pulled out of Dakota and sat next to her and, well, this is about where I should have realized how packed the stage was, as my foot collided with a tall, standing lamp. The lamp fell over, and though I couldn't see it, I could hear the domino effect as one after another it hit things on the stage, knocking them over one at a time until seemingly most of the items that had been stored here had fallen over.

In the shockingly loud silence that followed, Dakota sat up. The two of us looked at each other, then burst out laughing. Yeah, we'd have to get out of here soon in case anyone heard, but when what we'd done had felt so good, we could take a moment to enjoy ourselves.

***

The one downside of basking in the afterglow of amazing sex is that it is very possible to bask for too long. Now, I've mostly avoided any major consequences in life from basking a little too long, but sometimes it has led to its close calls. And its closer-than-close calls. It's a bad habit, I know, but sometimes when you have good sex and are coming down from that orgasm high, you just want to kick back for a moment and enjoy it.

At times like this, I recommend checking your surroundings first and remembering whether or not you're in a public school during school hours.

After a brief moment of making out after we'd had our fun and knocked over half the stage, Dakota made a quick exit to meet up with some of the squad, walking with a nice sway in her steps that showed off her ass nicely on her way out. I stayed sitting in the love seat, enjoying a good bask under the lights and happy to have had a very, very nice encounter with a girl whose company I enjoyed. I closed my eyes, stretching out and feeling oh so comfortable...

For a few seconds, anyway. Then I heard keys at the little theater's front door. I panicked, hoping for a moment that it was Dakota, but no, I'd already heard her leave.

Someone was coming in.

I hopped to my feet faster than I'd ever hopped to my feet, jumping over various bits of furniture and other things we'd knocked over before darting for the edge of the stage where I'd left my backpack and clothes.

Fuck.

Had Dakota taken them? No, I saw everything she'd done. Maybe she was setting me up for a prank and had a friend sneak in and take my stuff? It wasn't impossible, but it was unlikely; I didn't know Dakota well, but I knew she wasn't the kind of person to do that. Had they fallen over the edge, knocked over by something I'd knocked over? I couldn't see for the lights in my eyes, but that seemed very possible.

I heard the door click as it began to open.

"Fuck," I said, darting to the side of the stage. Acting on pure instinct, I hopped over and dodged through various obstacles toward the first door I saw. It looked like a closet, the kind of place I could hide away in easily and wait for this to pass. Hopefully, it was unlocked.

Wrapping my hand around the knob, I found it was and threw myself inside the darkened room, closing the door behind me.

I fumbled around, reaching for a light switch and illuminated a small, cramped office. There was a desk and a couch against the wall, and some racks of costumes and props, and no other doors that I could see. This could be worse, so long as whoever it was wasn't coming directly here, I could wait them out and then go about finding my clothes. I waited a moment, listening, hearing heeled shoes clicking on their way...

"Fuck!" I exclaimed in a harsh whisper, desperately looking for somewhere I could hide in this room. The only real options were behind the costume racks, and I actually managed a good, frightened leap toward them before the door opened.

"Well, well, well, has Christmas come early this year?" a low, husky voice said.

My hands darted to cover my now soft cock. At my size, this wasn't the easiest task, but I did somehow pull it off.

"Hi... Mrs. Harker," I said, keeping my body half-turned to neither show her my ass or my crotch. I couldn't meet her eye, not like this, not with this level of embarrassment.

"Hello, Mr. Collins. Are you the one who destroyed my stage?" she asked, her voice somehow stern and amused at the same time.

What the fuck do you say when you're stuck in a position like this, naked in the office of an unbearably hot teacher you barely know with your hands full of cock that still had the head cheerleader's pussy juice on it?

"This isn't what it looks like," I said.

This was not the thing to say in a moment like this.

"It isn't, is it? Then what, pray-tell, is it then, Mr. Collins? Because it's not every day I come in and discover half my stage knocked over. It's not every day I've found a naked young man hiding in my office. Were you someone else, I might have handed your ass to you and called security by now, but you and I share certain friends that I've no interest in angering, so we're left with something of a unique situation," she said.

"I... I... I..." I stammered, watching my academic life flashing before my eyes and imagining it all falling apart in this instance. I knew that Mrs. Lynn had told Mrs. Harker about us, and I got the feeling she was interested in me, but suddenly appearing like this in her office, well, that was very easy to read as an uninvited come-on and I didn't want that kind of trouble.

"You what, Mr. Collins? Please, get out of that costume rack and face me. Look me in the eye when you're talking to me," Mrs. Harker ordered.

Sighing nervously, I did as she said, stepping before her and looking over her. She still wore the same tight, stunning purple sweater and black skirt that showed off her incredible curves, but her face, gorgeous that it was, was that of a strict and unhappy disciplinarian. She tapped one of her heels on the ground expectantly, forcing me to look down.

In its perhaps greatest moment of betrayal, I could feel my cock growing behind my hands.

Not now, please...

"Did you honestly think, Mr. Collins, that you could just show up in my office unannounced after wrecking my stage, naked and... what, have your way with me? I don't have the most precise window into the mind of a teenage boy, but I must admit that that's certainly what it looks like here. And I'd heard such good things about you..." Mrs. Harker said sternly.

"It's not that," I said, looking away. "When I said it wasn't what it looked like, this is exactly what I meant! I swear! I was..."

"Yes?" Mrs. Harker said.

Fine, the truth, then. I took a breath, "Well..."