A cold and rainy day in mid-February weather forecast for snow later. There was a basketball game that night against an archrival team, so the cheer squad were decked out in their uniforms during the day. The design on their chest was a large ‘H’ with a stitched illustration of a 19th century pioneer with his covered wagon. As per the plan, Heather told her squad to meet her in front of her locker in the senior hallway during brunch. All the other girls were holding heart shaped balloons, Teddy bears and bags of goodies received from admirers and friends. Joe told his nerd crew to stand witness as he approached the girls. He wore his usual slob ensemble complete with Star Trek T-shirt. One of the girls noticed him and whispered something to the others. They all glanced then looked away as if there was nothing of importance happening. Joe walked to within a couple of feet and said “Heather Sommers?”
At first they pretended not to notice.
“Heather, I have something for you.” Joe said.
“What?” Heather sneered. The other girls regarded Joe with barely concealed contempt as he handed her the homemade card which was an exact replica of the one he made in 6th grade.
“Will you be my valentine?” Joe asked.
Heather read the card. It had a squirrel holding a heart shaped acorn with the caption “I’m nuts for you.” Heather had to fight back an urge to cry. The other girls waited with anticipation. She quickly regained her composure and looked at him incredulously.
“For real? You expect me… with you?”
“Absolutely.” Joe replied.
The hallway grew silent and some took out their phones.
“Joe Stevens are you nuts? She stepped forward angrily.
“For you, yes I am.” He replied.
“I’m nuts for you too” and she kissed him on the lips.
“Can you accompany me milady?” he offered his arm which she took. She turned and waved at her stunned friends then walked away with their arms around each other’s waist. Joe’s hand slipped down and gave her ass a quick grope which elicited a surprised squeal from Heather.
That afternoon, it was Joe’s turn to tutor, so Heather decided to visit him. She still wore her uniform, even though she told the new cheer coach, Ms. Timmons that she had quit and wouldn’t be at tonight’s game. She had a friend braid her hair one on each side as per Joe’s request. The door was open and Joe was talking to some pipsqueak freshman girl about her algebra assignment. Her back was turned, so she didn’t see Heather. Whoever she was, it was obvious that she was interested in more than a passing grade. Her perfume wafted toward the doorway where Heather stood and she was playing with her hair way too much. Joe looked up and said “Take a seat Heather, we’ll be finished soon.” The girl looked surprised, then saw Heather who gave her a pleasant smile that sent the message “I will rip out your ovaries and make earrings out of them.” The girl took the hint and quickly gathered up her things and left. Heather sat in Joe’s lap and waved the tips of her braids in his face.
“Already fooling around eh?” She accused playfully.
“Hey, I’m irresistible to the ladies.” He grinned and rubbed his face on her chest.
“I’ve got some interesting news.” Heather announced. Joe looked worried.
“No silly, I’m on the pill, not that kind of news.” Heather said.
Joe smiled with relief.
“Coach Neeson is resigning his position effective today.” Heather announced.
“Why would that interest me?” Joe asked.
“He caught his wife, the now former cheerleading coach, fucking Brad. Coach promptly kicked her out and then called Dad to say he was quitting. Dad freaked out and offered him a handsome severance package if he were to say something bland like “pursuing other interests.”
“That might explain why Brad wasn’t so heartbroken to break up with you.” Joe said.
Heather turned and pushed her weight down on Joe’s lap. “Ready for tonight? I got a room at the Sheraton.” Heather said.
“I bet they are busy tonight.” Joe said.
“We should get there before the snows accumulate.” Heather said.
“Normally I would eat first, but I’ve had such a hard time concentrating today.” He said while he slipped his hand under her shirt.
“Ah, no bra today?” Joe asked.
“As per your request sweetie.” Heather answered.
Suddenly there was the sound of Fred emptying the trash can, acting like he had heard nothing nor saw nothing in true Sgt. Shultz fashion.
The snow had started falling by the time they got to their hotel room. Joe opened the curtains bathing the room in the late afternoon snow enhanced light. The window face an empty field, snow was blowing across it in white tendrils. Heather stood there temporarily mesmerized by the scene until she heard the sound of jeans being unzipped. She turned to see Joe half slouched in a chair with his dick out masturbating slowly like a pervert at the bus stop.
“Show time.” He said.
Heather struck a pose and began a cheerleading routine. She kicked, jumped, twisted and wiggled like she would have at a game. She got closer and closer letting him see more and more.
“Turn around” Joe commanded.
Heather did so and then bent over to touch her toes her skirt rode up to reveal her underwear. She could hear the sound of his hand stroking his cock a little faster and it was enough to make her feel the first tingle of arousal. She stood up turned around and pulled up her shirt to reveal her tits. Joe’s eyes had a glazed look that tracked the movement of her nipples. She went to her knees and rested her arms on his legs that were jittery from his wanking. Being so close to his dick made her want him more, but she knew his fantasy didn’t allow this yet. She pushed herself between his legs and draped her tits over his crotch. Joe let go of his dick and let her slowly caress it with her tits. He was still clothed and her face was about at his belly level. She pushed up his shirt and kissed his stomach gently working her mouth down to his cock. Not wanting him to cum early, she sucked very softly, enough to keep him erect, but not going too far.
“Stop” He croaked.
Heather looked up at him while a strand of spit dangled from her mouth to the tip of his dick.
“Stand up.” He ordered.
She stood up and backed off to allow him some space.
“Spread your legs a little and lift your skirt.”
Heather complied and Joe went to his knees in front of her. He then touched her crotch with his fingers. He rubbed the fabric of her cheerleader briefs, but made no attempt to remove them. He sniffed his fingers with a loud snort then placed his nose right in the center of her pussy. He started snorting like a bloodhound checking the scent of its prey. He sniffed and he licked with his hands on her thighs for two minutes until he finally came up for air. His face had a happy dazed look.
“Interesting fetish you have dear.” Heather said.
Joe stood up and Heather noticed that his dick was fully erect.
“There’s plenty more. Put your hands on that table and bend over.” Joe said. Heather obeyed. He sniffed her ass and pussy some more.
“I was in Mr. Martinez’s class too. You put on quite a show for him, but I will finish it.” Joe said.
He slowly pulled her panties down to her knees. He stuck his finger in her pussy to check the moisture levels. He shoved his dick inside and began to fuck her. He grabbed a braid in each hand and slowly began to pull. Heather felt the pressure on her scalp, but no pain. He began to pull a little harder and with each tugs came a short jolt from her head to her pussy. She felt so owned, so in his power that her pussy raged with desire. He had now pulled her hair so much that she was facing the ceiling. She came so suddenly that she didn’t have time to make a noise, slathering his dick in juices. He stopped and pulled out.
“Fetish #3, get some lube.”
Heather pulled off her panties before walking over to her purse her legs still a bit rubbery from her orgasm. She started to take off her top, but Joe said Just push it up like I’ve imagined it so many times.”
Heather did so and laid down on the bed with a small bottle in her hand. She opened it and applied it to her cleavage as Joe straddled her chest. She smeared it all over her breasts and nipples also. Joe rubbed his cock on her nipples giving each one playful little taps. She pushed her tits together and Joe stuck his dick between them. He pumped his dick like a man possessed. The tip of his dick popped out with each thrust and Heather gave it a lick each time. Heather looked up at Joe as he seemingly towered over her with his face in a sort of stupid look approaching orgasm. The way he dominated her and the feel of the friction on her chest made her want him even more than she had ever felt with any other guy. He pulled out and stroked his cock. His mouth dry from desire, he licked his lips and swallowed so he could speak.
“I’m going to cum. Hold your tits together.” Joe ordered.
He held is dick above her tits and shot his load. The first blast hit her lips, cheeks and chin. The second and third shot hit her uniform splattering the pioneer and his wagon. The rest drenched her tits. Joe was covered in sweat that dripped on Heather as he panted and loomed over her. Finally he slid off and went to get a towel. She cleaned off her face and breasts, but left the mess on the shirt. She carefully removed it and handed it to Joe. “It’s yours now sweetie.” She told him.
How many orgasms will tonight cost me and does the one you had in my fetish count? Joe asked.
“If I’m happy, I won’t count. Just keep my happy.” She replied.
“Have you told your father yet? Joe asked.
“Yep. That’s why I’m staying here tonight.” Heather replied.
“He threw you out?”
“No I just texted him afterschool that I had broken up with Brad long ago, and that I was seeing someone else.”
“So you haven’t told him it’s me?” Joe asked.
“I asked your friend Jasper to take our picture as we walked down the hallway today. He sent it to me and I forwarded it to dad.” Heather said.
“His reaction?” Joe asked.
“Don’t know yet, I turned off my phone. He’ll cool down eventually.”
“How long will that take? Joe asked.
“No idea. Your mother has graciously offered the couch at your place.”
“You spoke with my mother?” Joe was surprised.
“We had lunch together.” Heather answered.
“Has the picture come back to haunt you? Joe asked.
“A couple of trolls tried, but were not satisfied with my response.” She said.
“And the cheer squad?”
“Let them say or think whatever they want. Now I’d rather be in the company of fedora wearing weirdos anytime.” Heather snuggled up to him.
The Southwest horizon was dark and ominous with an almost constant rumble of thunder. Heather’s Stepmother Susan looked out the window with some concern, hoping that their expected visitors would arrive before the storm hit. Behind her, sitting in his favorite chair was Thomas Sommers contemplating the new reality. Brad was out and this Joe fellow was in. All he had wanted for his daughter is for her to be happy. For a while he thought that was the case, but now with her tumble from the pinnacle of high school society all that he had hoped for was gone. At least that’s what he thought, but now he saw Heather being the happiest since she was a little kid. Though he didn’t think she made the right decision, she was an adult now and there was no changing things. Maybe she’ll see the light when she’s in college.
As Thomas was contemplating, the doorbell rang. Susan practically ran to answer it. Mustering all his dignity, he followed her to meet this young man that had caused all this trouble. The door opened and in front of them stood Joe Stevens.
He was as Heather had shown him in the pictures only with neater hair and better clothes holding a shopping bag that presumably held the corsage. Thomas could see now the calm competent demeanor and understood better how she had been attracted to him.
“Looks like a smart guy.” Thomas admitted to himself internally.
“Well, come in before the rain ruins that tux of yours young man, Joe isn’t it?” Susan said.
“Yes, I’m glad to meet you.” Joe said.
Thomas stuck out his hand and Joe accepted it.
“Heard so much about you.” Thomas said as they ushered him inside.
“Please come this way. Heather’s still upstairs finishing up.” Susan gestured towards the sofa in the living room.
“Susan, why don’t you get this young man something to drink.” Thomas said.
“What would you like Joe?” She asked.
“Ice water would be nice.” Joe said looking up the staircase.
She’s going to make you wait, if I know her.” Susan said as she went off to get the water.
Thunder roared and the sky started to dump sheets of rain. The weather gave Thomas an opportunity to look outside and prepare his thoughts. Outside in the downpour sitting in the driveway like some mangy mutt begging to be let in, was an old blue Ford Focus.
“Your car?” Thomas asked.
“No, it’s my mom’s.” Joe answered.
“Couldn’t find a limo?”
“It’s supply and demand. Prom night means super high prices, so it was that or the tux and corsage.”
Thomas turned and looked incredulously at him.
“Rent was due, had to pay it also.” Joe added.
“You pay rent?” Thomas reacted with surprise.
“I’m 18 sir, my mom has worked so hard to give me what I need. It’s time to pay her back.” Joe said.
“Heather told me that you sold art and did freelance computer work. Can you make a decent living out of it?” Thomas asked.
“If I did it full time and avoid being in debt, then the answer is yes.”
Susan returned with a tray of drinks and snacks which she set down on a small coffee table. Susan and Joe sat down, but Thomas turned to face the window again. For a few moments, the only sound was the rain battering the window.
“Do you love her?” Thomas asked.
“Thomas!” Susan admonished him.
“No, it’s ok. I’ll answer it.” Joe said as Thomas turned to face him.
“With all my heart, sir.” Joe said.
Thomas gave a small nod of acceptance.
Joe’s attention suddenly turn to the stairway again as Heather had finally made her appearance at the top of the stairs. Joe’s jaw went momentarily slack as he saw her in full regalia. From head to toe had been a production of countless hours of hard work. She was wearing a light blue dress that seemed to sparkle and shimmer as she moved. Her face was exquisite and her hair amazing causing his heart to speed up. What Joe truly realized then was that she had gone through all that for just him. He felt like indeed he was the luckiest man in the world. This was what love looked like, not the beauty, the passion behind it. When she got to the bottom of the stairs, a cloud of sweet fragrance enveloped him. He was careful to give only the lightest of a peck on the cheek so as not to mess up such an extravagant work of art.
Susan took their picture as he pinned the corsage with perfect precision. They then took pictures of each other and had Luna come in and take one with all of them.
The thunder and wind had calmed down, but the rain presented a clear and present danger to Heather’s hair.
“A change in plans, Susan.” Thomas said.
“I’ll move my car out of the garage so Joe can park there and Heather won’t have to worry.”
So they did just that and Heather’s coif was saved, then they watched as the Ford rattled down the driveway and out the gate. Thomas continued to stare out at the rain. A slight smile crossed his face.
“It’ll be alright I think. It’ll be alright.” He said.
Brad went on to an NFL career shortened to 3 years by his alcoholism. He returned home and found God and kicked the demon rum habit. Using his minor celebrity status he became a successful TV evangelist and married a blond cheerleader with big tits. His two sons did end up as successful NFL players and 4 of his five daughters were cheerleaders. The one daughter that didn’t shaved her head and attended UC Santa Cruz as a women’s studies major.
Heather and Joe went to colleges at opposite ends of the country. After trying the long distant relationship, they drifted apart. Heather went on to be a successful Hollywood agent, married then divorced with 3 daughters none of which became cheerleaders. Joe drifted around the world going from job to job always able to earn a good income but never settling down or having any children. 30 years later at their high school reunion they met again. Within 30 minutes they were rutting in a hotel bed. The next day they married in a civil ceremony and lived the rest of their lives together.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/8uylrb/heather_and_joe_part_6