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 "Making the Grade"
   It was a typical Thursday afternoon for Amanda and her best friend
Jennifer.  They had just finished cheerleader practice and returned home to
Amanda's house to catch up on some studying.  They were seated in their
usual spots at the kitchen table, their books and papers spread across the
wooden surface, the faint hum of the stereo cranking out the latest tunes
in the background.  Jennifer was heads down, her pencil scratching away at
a series of Algebra calculations, while Amanda stared hopelessly at the
test paper she had received earlier that day.
   "I can't believe it," Amanda said.  "I just can't believe it."
   "You've been staring at that stupid paper since we got home," Jennifer
groaned.  "Get over it already -- everybody gets a 'D' sometimes."
   "A 'D' Minus!" Amanda almost shouted.  "I can't afford anything less
than a 'B' or my chances for a scholarship are ruined!" She stared silently
at Jennifer, who never looked up from the math problem she was working on.
"Help me with this...  what am I going to do?"
   Jennifer slammed down her pencil.  "Alright, I'll help you." She thought
for a moment.  "Well, the simple answer is cram like crazy and do well on
the next test.  You weren't doing that badly before -- how much can one bad
grade hurt you?"
   "It can hurt a lot.  I pretty much have to ace the next test just to
pull a 'B'.  There's like no margin for error."
   "Wow..."Jennifer sighed.  "What class is it, anyway?"
   "Health and Modern Living."
   Jennifer's eyes lit up.  "Wait a minute -- Health and Modern Living...
Isn't that the class that the football coach teaches?"
   "Yeah...  so what?"
   "The football coach who can't take his eyes off of you every time you
show up to class wearing your cheerleader uniform," she grinned slyly.
   "Yeah, one in the same.  It's getting worse, too.  The other day I was
in the library studying...  It was game day, so I had my uniform on.  I
uncrossed my legs and leaned down to pick up a book off the floor and when
I looked up he was standing at the counter staring right up my skirt. 
You'd think he'd turn away or something, but no -- instead he just smiled,
even when it was obvious I had caught him."
   "Like you minded?" Jennifer smirked, remembering more than one
conversation where Amanda talked about what a hunk the coach was.
   Amanda started blushing.  "Whether I minded or not isn't the point... 
teachers aren't supposed to be looking up cheerleader's skirts."
   "Agreed, but look at it this way -- it's the answer to your problem. 
You just need a little insurance to make sure the grade on the next test is
a good one."
   "Insurance?" Amanda asked in a confused voice.
   "Insurance,"Jennifer repeated with a mischievous grin.  "Insurance as in
you need to know the correct answers before you take the test, or figure
out a way to make sure the correct answers got added during the grading
process.  Either way, Coach Andrews is the one doing the grading.  Just
convince him to make sure your exam has the right answers on it and you're
home free.
   "And like how am I going to do that?" Amanda asked.
   "Well, he's got something you want...  and you've obviously got
something he wants.  Maybe you two can work out a trade..."
   "I don't get it," Amanda said.  She paused, as the meaning of Jennifer's
suggestion finally registered.  "Oh my God, no WAY!  There's no way I'm
doing it with him just to get a grade on a stupid test--"
   "Oh well, if you feel that strongly about it,"Jennifer said, returning
to her Algebra problem.
   Amanda thought about it.  She needed that grade, but enough to trade her
body for it?  Granted, the thought of making it with the coach wasn't all
that hard to imagine, but still...
   "Even if I would consider something like that...  I wouldn't know where
to begin,"Amanda said.
   Jennifer sat down her pencil softly and smiled from ear-to-ear.  "Well,
I'm here to help...  that's what friends are for, isn't it?"
   ~~:~~:~~
   The girls arrived at school the following day about a half-hour earlier
than usual.  Five minutes before the sound of the bell, they put their plan
into action, beginning with a rendezvous in the girl's bathroom.  Amanda
made some last minute touches to her makeup as Jennifer scanned the stalls
to ensure they were alone.
   "Ok, nobody's here,"Jennifer said.
   Amanda took a deep breath.  "I'm not sure I can go through with this."
   "Yes, you can go through with it.  Just remember -- it's all in the name
of your scholarship.  Now, off with them."
   Amanda let out a deep sigh, made one last glance at the door, and lifted
her red and white cheerleader skirt.  She slid her panties down her
athletic thighs and worked them around her tennis shoes before standing up
and handing them to Jennifer.  Jennifer stuffed the panties in her purse
and gave her friend a once over to make sure it wasn't obvious that she was
bottomless under the short skirt.
   "Are you sure you can't see anything?" Amanda asked, admiring her bottom
in the mirror.
   "No, you can't even tell,"Jennifer smiled.  "Now all you have to do is
make sure a strong wind doesn't come up or you'll have every guy in the
school following you around like a lap dog.  Ready?"
   Amanda smiled nervously.  "Ready as I'll ever be..."
   They walked the now-empty halls towards the classroom.  Just as they
reached the door, Amanda turned to her friend...
   "Forget it...  I can't do this."
   Jennifer grabbed her by the shoulders and stopped her in her tracks. 
"Yes...  yes you can do this."
   "I feel like I'm naked right now,"Amanda said, sensing her face heating
up with embarrassment.
   "In a way you are,"Jennifer teased.  "Just remember to hold down your
skirt as you take your seat and cross your legs and you'll be fine."
   "This better work, that's all I've got to say..."
   "It will," Jennifer said with a satisfied grin.  "Just do as we talked
about..."
   Amanda entered the classroom and set the next steps of their plan into
motion.  The first involved approaching Stanley the class nerd to ask if
she could sit in his seat that day, as she needed to be in the front row to
see the board.  Her excuse of leaving her contacts at home and having to
wear an old prescription was received without question.
   As she took her seat, she felt her heart starting to beat faster as the
short cheerleader skirt rose up her thighs.  She'd worn that skirt a
thousand times before and didn't mind the extra leg that was exposed when
she was sitting; but now, without panties, it felt different.  She wondered
again if this was the right thing to do, if the scholarship was worth it
all.  Her question was answered when she saw the coach entering the room.
   He had on his usual casual outfit consisting of moderately tight running
shorts, a t-shirt that clung to his broad muscular chest, and a deep tan
realized from spending too many afternoons outside at football practice. 
He smiled as he passed her sitting in the front row.
   "That's not your usual spot, is it Amanda?" he asked, grinning at her
with his straight, white teeth.
   "Nope...  forgot my contacts," she answered with a blush.
   She noticed him trying to steal a glance at her exposed thigh as he
unpacked his lesson materials.
   The coach called the class to order and proceeded with the day's
lecture. As she watched him pacing back and forth in front of the students,
her eyes were drawn to his muscular thighs, over the ridge that was clearly
visible in his tight fitting shorts, and upwards further across his
well-defined chest.  The sudden stirring she felt between her legs
surprised her.  The thought of being this close to him, without her
panties, was incredibly arousing.  She jostled in her chair, subconciously
tugging on her short skirt so as not to be discovered.
   In a way she couldn't describe, it was like he could sense something was
different.  As he addressed the class, he kept glancing in her direction,
his eyes darting to her exposed thighs, before returning to the assembled
students.  She smiled to herself, loosening her legs slightly, allowing a
gentle current of air to wash over her moistening pussy.  Her heart skipped
slightly as he looked in her direction and she quickly crossed her legs,
reducing her exposure.
   "Damn it," she cursed herself, realizing she'd missed an opportunity.
   The class continued.  She started to get nervous when he didn't look her
way again, wondering if her sudden movements from before had sent him the
signal that she wasn't interested.
   'Look at me' she whispered slightly, trying to guide him, desperately
wanting him to steal one more glance.
   Eventually, he did.
   She timed it perfectly.  Waiting for the exact moment that his eyes
glanced in her direction, she slid her pencil between her lips as she
closed her eyes, drawing it slowly out of her mouth in an erotic tease. 
She opened her eyes to see him watching her.  She seized the moment and
lifted her leg higher, sliding her bottom further down on the chair.
   "Look...down," she whispered again, this time directly at him.
   The coach glanced away for a moment, then immediately back to Amanda.
   Her stomach turned to butterflies as she felt his eyes looking up her
skirt.  This time she fought the inclination to cross her legs and hide his
view.  Glancing briefly to her right to ensure she wasn't being noticed,
she lifted her crossed leg still higher, exposing more of her bare pussy.
She was soaked with excitement as she watched a wry smile form on the
coach's face.  She smiled back at him before rubbing her thighs together in
an attempt to quell her now aching desire.
   The coach glanced at his watch.  "Ok, well listen -- how would you guys
like to call it quits early today?" There was an immediate rumble of
excitement.  "But stay out of trouble -- I don't want grief for letting you
out early."
   Amanda waited as the students filed quickly out of class before
approaching the Coach's desk.
   "Coach, do you have a minute?  I wanted to talk to you about the
upcoming test."
   Her heart pounded in her chest as he looked in her eyes.  Both of them
knew why she was standing in front of him and little of it had to do with
the next test.
   "Why don't we move to my office.  It's quieter in there."
~~:~~:~~
   They made it to the office in what seemed like record time.  Of course,
the halls were relatively empty as most of the other students were still in
class.  The coach moved behind the desk and Amanda took the chair across
from him.  She crossed her legs tightly, feeling a sudden wave of
nervousness.
   "So, I was wondering if you could help me understand what will be on the
next test?" she said innocently, bobbing the tennis shoe that hung on the
end of her crossed leg.
   The coach glanced at her exposed thigh, then shuffled through some
papers, pulling out a beige folder.  He opened it and read silently.
   "Well, it's like all the tests -- a combination of essay questions and
multiple choice, covering chapters 4 thru 8 and the lectures."
   "How many essay questions?" Amanda said, twisting her hair in her
fingertips.
   She was hearing his words, but her mind was back at the classroom,
thinking about the moment he finally looked up her skirt and realized she
wasn't wearing her panties.  She watched his mouth as he talked, imagining
his lips running up and down the inside of her thighs.
   "Probably about five."
   "Well, essay questions are what I had problems with before," she said.
He stared at her in silence.  "I need to do well on this test coach, and I
need you to help me."
   "What kind of help did you need?" he asked, the anticipation evident in
his voice.
   Amanda took a deep breath and uncrossed her legs.  She stood and made
her way around the desk and leaned against the file drawers, just a few
inches from where the coach was seated.
   "You like to look at me in my uniform, don't you Coach?"
   "I'm...  not sure how I'm supposed to answer a question like that,
Amanda."
   She smiled.  It was a question she already knew the answer to.  She
reached down and took his hand, laying it palm down on the inside of her
thigh.  A chill rose up her spine at the sensation of skin-on-skin.  He
looked up at her hesitantly, but didn't move his hand from where she had
placed it.
   "Higher," she whispered, "And you might find a surprise."
   He smiled and let out a nervous chuckle.  He placed his one hand on her
hip, as the other climbed the inside of her leg.  Higher his palm slid
until he was reaching under her skirt.  She trembled as his fingers first
grazed her moist pussy.  She reached down and lifted her skirt and they
watched together his fingers running back and forth against her wet
opening. The coach stood from his seated position and faced her as she
leaned back against the desktop and spread her legs further.  With more
room to move, he entered her hot opening with his masculine fingers, gently
delving deeper and stronger with each passing moment.
   Amanda stared into his eyes, quivering with the sensation of his fingers
fucking her steadily.  Suddenly the totality of the moment started to sink
in.  This wasn't one of the boys she was fooling around with; this was the
football coach, not to mention one of her teachers.  There was something so
taboo about it all, yet so incredibly arousing at the same time.
   She leaned forward with her hand and brushed the mound that was now
pressing against his running shorts.  He was thick and rock hard, driving
her arousal even higher.
   "Why don't you pull those down," she whispered.
   He stared at her, thinking about her request.  He inched around her and
moved to twist the blinds shut, returning to her where she standing against
the desk.  She grabbed his face in her hands and sunk her tongue deep into
his mouth as he worked his running shorts down his thighs.  His thick cock,
hard and purple with passion, sprang free, brushing against her exposed
thighs.  He returned her kiss at the same time he reached down and wrapped
her legs around his naked hips, riding the shaft of his hard-on up and down
her sensitive clit.
   Amanda broke from their kiss and pulled his shirt up and over his head
before tossing it to the side.  She stared down at his well-defined chest,
grabbing into it forcefully with her hands, squeezing the muscles between
her fingers.  She looked into his eyes as her hand wrapped around the shaft
of his throbbing cock, delivering a slow, methodical stroke.
   "About that test..." she whispered in jagged breaths.
   "Wha-- what about-- Oh God," the coach moaned as she bathed his shaft in
his own pre-cum.
   "I need to pass it and I need you to make sure I do..." she said,
pumping his hard-on with her fist.
   He reached down and grabbed the bottom of her red cheerleader sweater,
dragging it upwards and wedging it under her chin.  His hands slid around
her back and unbuttoned her bra, pulling it free before moving into a
massage of her firm breasts.
   "This is making me so hot," she moaned, as he twisted her sensitive
nipples.  "The test--"
   "You'll get an 'A', alright?" he grunted, pulling her off the desk and
spinning her around.
   He placed his one hand on her shoulder and bent her over the desk as his
other positioned his granite-like member near her drenched pussy.  Slowly
he maneuvered until the swollen head was just about to enter her pussy.
   "Ready?" he breathed, placing his hands on her hips.
   Amanda was bent across the desk, her cheerleader skirt hiked up across
her lower back, her firm ass arched and waiting to be taken.  She bit her
lip in anticipation and closed her eyes, delivering a few silent nods in
answer to his question.
   He grabbed her hips and she felt his cock start to enter.  He was
thicker than any boy she had ever been with and she felt herself needing to
spread her legs further apart to make room for him.  He worked slowly with
her, not moving too fast, pushing just an inch or two further and pausing
until her body was ready for more.
   "Go easy!" Amanda gasped, her fingers grabbing hold of the desk's edge
for leverage.
   He grabbed her hips tighter and pushed more of his swelling cock inside
her wanting pussy.  She gasped louder as he withdrew for the first time
before pressing inside again.  Her hips started to rock against the edge of
the desk as he pulled out and pressed forward.
   "You ok?" he moaned.
   "Deeper...  feels good," she managed to answer.
   The initial pain Amanda felt when he first entered had started to
subside, replaced with the most incredible sense of erotic friction she had
ever experienced.  She could feel his thick shaft sliding all the way in,
and all the way out, of her wanting pussy, filling her, leaving her craving
more.  She felt his naked hips starting to pound into her ass as he fucked
her deeper and harder.  She rested her cheek against the cold surface of
the desk and held on to the edge with a white-knuckle grip, reveling in the
sensation of his cock being buried inside her in thrust after thrust.
   "Oh God!" she screamed.  "I'm going to cum!..  I'm gonna -- Oh GODDDD!"
   The wave of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced seemed to
start in her womb and rush through her entire body.  She felt herself going
limp and would have likely fallen to the ground had it not been for his
hips ramming into her ass, pinning her to the side of the desk.
   Eventually, her orgasm subsiding, she opened her eyes and smiled as he
continued to pump his cock in and out of her.  She could tell by his
increasing thickness that he was getting close.
   "Don't cum inside me," she grunted, her cheek pressed into the hard
surface of the desk.
   He gave her a few more, long thrusts.  "I need to cum!" he gasped.
   "Pull out," she shouted, lifting herself up from the desktop.
   She spun around quickly and fell to her knees.  Holding on to the front
of his thighs, she stared up at him as he pumped his cock with his fist,
eventually unleashing a fountain of thick cum, splashing down and across
her open mouth.
   "All of it," she moaned, lapping it up and peeling if off the swollen,
wilting head.  "I want to taste it all..."
   She stared up at him, smiling; his juices spread across her cheeks and
tracing down her lips.
~~:~~:~~
   The coach made his way down the aisle of assembled students, passing out
the test papers.  He reached Amanda's desk and glanced first to the paper,
then to her, before letting out a long sigh.
   "Amanda, I'm afraid I have some bad news."
   She looked up at him surprised.  "What is it?"
   "I'm afraid you didn't do as well on this test as you had hoped." She
felt her stomach fall as the meaning of his words registered.  He smiled.
"You missed one," and he handed her the test, a large 'A +' scrawled across
the top.  She looked up at him and smiled "However," he added.  "To do well
on the next test, I think we should continue with your tutoring sessions."
   "So, I'll meet you in your office after school?" she asked with a smile.
   "Right after school..."
   THE END
   
  
making the grade