James Bradey had been a sports coach for around four years, and it kept him fit for the most part. Overtime, his shoulders had become very broad and his chest was thick. His arms were large, and his figure often caused the clothes he wore to be tight fitting, amplifying his well toned body. This made him quite the picture for the girls at the college where he worked. He taught football mostly, only sometimes teacher Soccer, his skills were impressive in both. He often boasted that he had played quarterback for some years before eventually completed his university degree in teacher and coming to work here.
He would often join in on the lessons, especially if the cheerleaders stood nearby. He enjoyed their eyes, like pin pricks on the back of their necks and their whispers which barely did anything to hide what they were saying. They were always talking about him, he was the teacher to know. On more than one occassion the cheerleaders had come on to him, and he did little to refuse it. In fact, Sarah and Holly couldn't cheerlead at all, but they worked for their place on the team in a very different way.
Once football practise was over, he would stand around, puffing out his chest and running his hand through his thick, black hair and smiling through his pearly white teeth. He did it all to impress the cheerleaders, despite them being around ten years younger than he was, he was always trying to get their attention. He was still like a small boy. Only there was one cheerleader who refused to pay attention, and today he saw her in the stands, probably watching her boyfriend play. Knowing this, he would tackle her boyfriend with his full force, leaving him crippled on the ground, speaking only to say; "get up and be a man" in his harsh, deep tones.
He was happy at the college, and only needed one thing to make his work here complete. He had to get the attention of that last girl, soon he wouldn't be taking no for an answer.
The practise ended slightly earlier than normal and all the boys headed back into the changing rooms and the cheerleaders stood around in huddles, talking in low, hushed whispers. James did as he always did, leant against the door beside the changing rooms and played with his hair and opened his wide green eyes to attract the attention of the little girls he thought to be sluts. The girl he was interested in still ignored him.
How do I get her attention?!
He would often join in on the lessons, especially if the cheerleaders stood nearby. He enjoyed their eyes, like pin pricks on the back of their necks and their whispers which barely did anything to hide what they were saying. They were always talking about him, he was the teacher to know. On more than one occassion the cheerleaders had come on to him, and he did little to refuse it. In fact, Sarah and Holly couldn't cheerlead at all, but they worked for their place on the team in a very different way.
Once football practise was over, he would stand around, puffing out his chest and running his hand through his thick, black hair and smiling through his pearly white teeth. He did it all to impress the cheerleaders, despite them being around ten years younger than he was, he was always trying to get their attention. He was still like a small boy. Only there was one cheerleader who refused to pay attention, and today he saw her in the stands, probably watching her boyfriend play. Knowing this, he would tackle her boyfriend with his full force, leaving him crippled on the ground, speaking only to say; "get up and be a man" in his harsh, deep tones.
He was happy at the college, and only needed one thing to make his work here complete. He had to get the attention of that last girl, soon he wouldn't be taking no for an answer.
The practise ended slightly earlier than normal and all the boys headed back into the changing rooms and the cheerleaders stood around in huddles, talking in low, hushed whispers. James did as he always did, leant against the door beside the changing rooms and played with his hair and opened his wide green eyes to attract the attention of the little girls he thought to be sluts. The girl he was interested in still ignored him.
How do I get her attention?!