Before Tom could start class, he needed to get to his locker and pick up his books. This journey was being done on autopilot however, as his mind was firmly focused upon the strange events of the morning. "It must have been a hidden camera show or something," he thought. "That's the only thing that makes any sense." As he walked down the hallway he became more comfortable with that explanation and began to relax enough to notice some of the students along the way.
As with any high school, all of the clicks were well represented. You had the mods, the nerds, the jocks, the preps and of course, the cheerleaders. Tom really didn't fit into any of these clicks, he was just plain old normal, the typical average teen.
While his "average" status suited him just fine, he was also prone to the normal thoughts about his school's cheerleaders. They were absolutely beautiful and while he knew he would never date one, he couldn't help but fantasize.
As he past their gathering place, Tom made sure to take in their appearance. It wasn't cheerleading season, so they were all dressed in normal clothing. Still, in his mind's eye, they were always in full cheerleading regalia. He imagined that it had been one them on the bus this morning. What he wouldn't give for the opportunity to feel one of them up or have one of them strip naked before him.
A smile emerged on Tom's face as he allowed the fantasy to linger, but it was soon replaced by a look of total confusion as he neared his destination and discovered Sheila Foster, the head cheerleader, sitting down on the floor and leaning against his locker. She was dressed in her full cheerleader outfit, skirt and all. Pom Poms were lying by her side. She also looked to be incredibly annoyed.
As the head cheerleader, Sheila was one of the most beautiful and popular girls in school. She stood at approximately 5'7, with long blond hair, blue eyes, a weight of about 125 pounds and had what Tom had always guessed to be a B cup in breast size.
As Sheila saw Tom approaching she began to stand up and exclaimed, "Jesus Tom! I know the morning can't start without our morning makeout, but I can't be late for class."
"Our morning what?" Tom was barely able to stutter. He didn't think Sheila Foster even knew who he was as the two operated in completely different social circles and had never even exchanged as much as a "hello" in the past.
"Morning Ma-", she began, but instead protested: "Dammit Tom, we don't have time for this." She walked toward him and threw her arms around his neck, pulling his mouth toward hers. Although Sheila's actions were very aggressive, the kiss which followed was extremely affectionate.
Tom began to pull away as his mind couldn't comprehend what was happening, and he was visibly beginning to shake. Sheila didn't let go however and instead looked into his eyes with a bit of frustration and a bit of concern. "What the hell is wrong with you?" she questioned as she pulled Tom back to her. She kissed him again and slowly allowed her tongue to make its way into his mouth.
Although none of this was making sense, Tom decided to just give into the moment. He could sort it out later. For now he wrapped his arms around Sheila and began reciprocating her actions, feeling her soft body as she pressed closer into his.
Here he was in the middle of a busy hallway, affectionately making out with one of the most beautiful girls in his school, as other students were rushing to class. At the moment, he didn't have another care in the world. |