One day after school I stayed back after class to make preparations for the next day’s science convention and I was working on my charts quietly when suddenly, the tip of my pencil broke. I was cursing myself for forgetting my sharpener when I heard the door creak open. There in the doorway stood Jennifer Turner, the head cheerleader of the squad in her varsity outfit. I have to admit I was very nervous because I’d always imagined situations like these in my head. She calmly walked up to me and reached for my cr0tch like it was the most natural thing in the world… but it only turns out she was picking up my pencil. She then handed me the pencil and made me hold it with the tip up onto the table. With the agility of a wild cat, she jumped onto the table and did a full split onto my hand, the pencil going deep into her vagïna and her labïa resting comfortably on my hand. I was so stunned that I couldn’t utter a word. Then very slowly she started turning onto my hand, making soft vroom noises with her mouth. Faster and faster she turned until all I could see was a blur. Then as soon as she started, she stopped and slowly slid up my pencil which, to my shock and amazement, had the most perfectly sharpened tip I had ever seen. She did a backflip off the table and onto the floor, winked at me and walked out of the door leaving me utterly bewildered.