Secret Seduction

Bert Ellis was daydreaming again. His gaze was softly focused on the figure of Carole Van Hoff as she jumped and gyrated at cheerleader practice. Bert couldn't hear the cheers extoling the virtues of fighting for good old Walter Williams Memorial High School, but he had a great view of the incredibly sexy girl. Her blond hair rocketed up and gently floated down with every graceful leap; Bert imagined those deep china-blue eyes fastened on him, lustful and wanton. Her firm tits barely swayed or bounced. That was good. Bert didn't like big floppy boobs.

At least, he didn't think he did. He wasn't sure what he really liked in a woman. He had lots of fantasies - Carole's seduction being primary one in his head right now - but damn little experience. If pressed on the issue, Bert would have to admit to no experience at all. He was a virgin. The heartening words of some sage kept coming back in his dream-filled existence. "Virginity is a curable perversion." He wanted to be cured in the worst way. The only trouble was; he didn't know how to go about it. 

He wasn't ugly or even very pimply-faced. While he wasn't the athlete his friend Cruncher Hiatt was, he was not the ninety-eight-pound weakling in the "before" pictures in all the magazines. He just didn't know how to go about getting a girl to jump in bed with him, but he had plans.