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Authors: Scarlett Skyes

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The Sleepy Teen Cheerleader

Scarlett Skyes

 

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Author's note: All characters depicted
in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

I was a
foreign exchange student
and when I met
my host family I couldn’t have considered myself any luckier if I
had won the lottery. The parents of the Miller family were great,
don’t get me wrong, they made me feel very welcome and made sure I
had everything I needed. However, the most amazing thing about the
Millers was their daughter, Tasha.

I arrived at their house on a
Thursday in the middle of the afternoon and did my best to settle
in, I was tired from the flight and already missing my family but I
was also excited about the upcoming year. I’d actually finished
high school in my own country but had received a placement on the
exchange programme for the following year. It was a strange feeling
to know I was going back to school and would be a year older than
most people, having already turned eighteen but an opportunity I
couldn’t miss. I never could have afforded to travel to America,
let alone live there for a year, without the assistance of the
programme.

The Millers told me about their
daughter, about how she had started school a year late because of
an illness when she was young so she was actually the same age as
me. They told me about how she was a cheerleader now but still
struggled with schoolwork due to sleeping problems. Apparently
Tasha was prone to sleep-walking and/or insomnia. Sometimes she
would wake up having walked clear out of the house and not know
where she was, so doctors kept on prescribing different sleeping
pills, none of which seemed to work very well.

I was kind of apprehensive about
living with a girl. I had five brothers myself, but all my friends
back home who had sisters told me about how awful it was. They were
loud, constantly used any phone they could get their hands on, took
up far more than their fair share of time in the bathroom, were
boring, annoying, etc. They obviously never met a girl like
Tasha.

When she
walked in the door I’m sure my jaw dropped and I forgot most of
what I knew of the English language. She was probably the most
stunningly beautiful girl I had ever met in real life. She wasn’t
very tall, maybe only a little over five feet and with quite large
breasts somewhat out of proportion to her otherwise petite and
athletic frame. Nordic blonde hair and crystal blue eyes set in the
cutest face you could hope for, she was every inch the cheerleader
her parents had said she was.

I was a blushing, stammering
mess when I introduced myself but she didn’t laugh. She was far too
kind-hearted for that, as I eventually found out. Going to a new
school and having no friends is a challenge at the best of times.
Add into that a mild language barrier and the fact that I was
obviously not a local and you could safely say it was brutal.

Tasha saved me from the worst of
it though. The boys at school were putty in her hands, as you would
expect, and she worked a subtle piece of magic that stopped the
bullying and yet didn’t make it look like I had run to her for
help, which I hadn’t. She was more than just a pretty face. Much
more.

A couple of
months into the year something very interesting happened on our
street. In the middle of the night a house across the street had a
gas leak and at about 3am there was an almighty explosion and fire.
Thankfully the neighbours in question were randomly out of town
that day, but their house was totalled. When the fire was
eventually put out it looked like it had been hit by a
missile.

Several
houses immediately around the house in question had all the windows
blown out, including many at the Miller’s residence. I was fast
asleep when it happened and I thought the apocalypse was finally
upon us, it was that massive. I fell out of bed and ran outside to
gawk at the spectacle along with neighbours and Mr and Mrs Miller.
Police eventually told us that the ‘show was over’ and told us to
go inside.

That’s when
we noticed that Tasha wasn’t with us. Her doctor had recently
prescribed some new sleeping pills and when we eventually found
Tasha slumbering peacefully in her bed, window blown out and
covered in broken glass, I knew they must be a potent concoction.
We were all concerned for her safety, and thankfully she didn’t
appear to have been hurt by any of the glass, but I think that’s
also when the seed of an idea was planted in my mind. If she could
sleep through Armageddon… what else could she sleep
through?

I got a chance to find out on a
Friday night only a few weeks later. Mr and Mrs Miller were going
out on a date and said they wouldn’t be back until the early hours
of the morning. That left Tasha and I in the house alone and I was
nervous all day thinking about what I was planning on doing. Could
I really go through with it?

I sat at the desk in my room
randomly wandering around the internet on my laptop without really
seeing any of the websites I was clicking through. At about 10pm I
heard the door to the bathroom close and shortly afterwards the
shower turned on. My room was right next to the shower and it had
driven me nearly wild with lust all those times thinking that just
on the other side of ‘that’ wall the girl of my dreams was naked
and soapy under the hot water.

This time was no different, I
pictured her smooth and tanned skin as she rubbed the soap over her
body and rinsed it off. It was like a scene from a soft-porn movie,
I know girls don’t really shower like that, but it was my fantasy
anyway. If I went through with my plan I would soon have my hands
on the hottest girl in school. The hottest girl and best person in
the whole world as far as I was concerned by that point.

After a while the shower turned
off and the images in my mind were replaced by Tasha drying her
firm body with a soft and luxurious towel, applying moisturiser and
getting ready for bed. The scene in my imagination was cut off when
I heard the door to the bathroom open and the next thing I knew,
the very object of my desire was standing in the doorway to my
room. I hoped like hell it wasn’t obvious just how hard my cock was
in my pants at that moment.

“See you tomorrow, Stefan,” she
chirped.

I paused, unable to find the
right words in response. As usual my command of the English
language was loosened in her presence. Who could blame me this time
though? Her blonde hair, still slightly damp, framed her pretty
face, which was flushed slightly from the heat of the shower. She
had on her standard sleeping attire, clothes she didn’t often walk
around in, perhaps because her parents didn’t want me to see her
like that.

Thankfully
they weren’t there to stop her that night. For her pyjama shirt she
was wearing a white tank top with thin shoulder straps. The garment
was a little too small for her and left her with an exposed navel,
while her breasts pushed the bottom edge away from her stomach and
strained at the thin white material. If the shirt was more sheer I
probably would have been able to discern the faint pink of her
nipples through it, but that was not the case.

Her pyjama bottoms were a pair
of pink satin boxers, very short and very loose around the legs.
Forget being a fly on the wall, I wondered what view a fly on the
floor would have had with her standing there. My god she was
beautiful. If she understood my language I would have told her how
perfect she was and found a way to sweep her off her feet in a
whirl of romance. As it was, all I had was my Tasha-handicapped
English to fall back on.

“Goodbye, Tasha.”

I blushed, knowing that wasn’t
right but couldn’t immediately think of the right word. At last I
stammered out something more appropriate.

“I-I mean g-goodnight,
Tasha.”

“You know, you’re cute when you
blush.”

That only made me blush more and
there was nothing I could think of to respond to it, after a few
seconds the corner of her mouth raised slightly in a half smile and
then she waved.

“Well, yeah, goodnight
Stefan.”

And with that she turned and
walked to her room, I saw the crease at the bottom of her ass cheek
for a glorious second and then she was gone. I looked back to my
laptop and saw it was about quarter to eleven and decided to wait
for an hour to make sure her pills had taken effect. My heart was
hammering about a thousand beats per minute as I turned back to the
internet and resumed my unheeding browsing.

At 11:30pm, after the longest
forty five minutes of my life, I could wait no longer and walked
down the hallway. I stood quietly outside her door, there was no
light shining from underneath and though I listened for several
minutes I couldn’t hear any sound coming from inside her room at
all. I walked back to my room and closed the door, pitching the
hallway into complete darkness, before returning to my listening
spot.

Satisfied
that at the very least she wasn’t awake and talking to a friend on
the phone or something, I reached out for the handle and slowly
twisted it. When the handle would twist no more I slowly pushed
until the door was open just a crack. I pressed my ear to the gap
and waited, hardly daring to breathe. It took a moment but I was
finally able to detect her slow and steady inhales and
exhales.

I pushed the door open even
further and peered into the room. I knew the layout but could
hardly see anything, very little light filtered through her thick
curtains from the streetlight outside. I wondered if I should call
out her name, just to make sure. If she answered I could make up an
excuse about her parents calling or something… but in the end I
couldn’t bring myself to make any noise.

I lowered myself to my hands and
knees and began to crawl across the floor. Sure, I could have
walked but Tasha’s room is as messy as any teen girl’s room could
be and I was afraid I’d step on the remote to her stereo or
something. I knew she could sleep through much worse with the help
of her little pills but I think I would have had a heart attack if
that happened.

I slowly made my way over the
carpet, clothes and magazines on the floor. When I was about
halfway to her bed her breathing was much easier to hear and my
hand came down on what I recognised with an inward smirk as the
very remote I had feared. I moved it to the side and continued my
crawl to the side of Tasha’s bed.

Once I arrived there I stopped
and stayed as still as I could, counting to a hundred and listening
for any signs of stirring from the sleeping teen. My eyes had
adjusted somewhat to the dark by this stage and I could just make
out that she was sleeping on her back, but I couldn’t see much more
than that. There was still no evidence that she was anything but
deep asleep so, with my heart still hammering at my chest, I lifted
my hand to the side of her bed.

My fingers felt the edge of her
blanket and slipped underneath, across the smooth clean cotton of
her sheets. My hand reached the upper surface of her mattress and
paused again, feeling the hotter air under her covers, heated by
her body. Soon I would be past the point of no return but I was
powerless to stop myself by this stage, I had to explore her
body.

Pushing forward my fingers felt
bare flesh under the blanket and I snatched my hand back slightly,
fighting a sudden panic that arose. It was her arm, I had just
touched her bare arm. My heart eventually stopped pounding in my
ears when she made no movement at all. I moved my hand back towards
her, lifting it slightly to avoid touching her bare skin lest it
tickle her or something.

Just past and above her arm my
fingers came into contact with the material of her shirt and I felt
the warm surface rising and falling in time with her sleeping
breaths. I traced my fingers upwards and felt the gentle rising of
the shirt where her breasts strained against it. My cock was rock
hard in my pants with the knowledge that I had my fingers on the
fleshy tit of the hottest girl in school.

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