“And you’re the one who was piloting that robot thing?” He nodded. She smiled, and said, “You were a big help. Thank you.” She removed her helmet and dropped it on the floor, then she leaned in, putting one hand behind his head, and kissed him. It was a nice, deep kiss, but he didn’t respond at all. He just sat there stiffly. She pulled away. “What’s the matter, haven’t you ever kissed a girl before?”
That’s when she started to actually notice his room. Most guys had posters of girls in their bedroom, usually bikini models. His posters were for science fiction movies. The girls he had were plastic figurines sitting on bookshelves. Some had bikinis on, others some sort of old fashioned sailor uniform, and the rest had even stranger clothing or armor. Many of them were wielding a gun or a sword, several of which where an impractically large size. Some had cat ears and tails. Also on the shelves were plastics robots. Most of those had car or airplane parts hanging off of them, implying they converted into said vehicles. “Never mind, I just answered my own question,” she said. She had only been planning on the kiss to show her gratitude, but now she knew what she had to do.
She stood up and pulled his bedsheet away. He was average height and a touch scrawny, with brown hair in a sensible boy’s style, and eyeglasses on the nightstand. He fit the cliché extremely well. He was wearing a light cotton t-shirt and shorts as pajamas. She grabbed the shorts and the briefs underneath them and pulled them down to his ankles. “What…” was all he could say before her mouth closed over his cock. It became hard almost instantly. He moaned, “Ooohhhh.” She released it from her mouth, moved into position on top of him, reached under her skirt to push her bloomers and thong to one side, and lowered herself onto his rod. “Ooohhhh my God,” he said as he felt her tight, warm pussy engulfing him. She rode him slowly, siding up and down his dick, but even then it wasn’t very long before he paused his moans and whispered, “If you don’t stop I’m going to cum.”
“Do it. Cum inside my magic cheerleader pussy,” she encouraged. She put her hand over his mouth as he did exactly that, muffling his orgasmic outburst as he shot his jism up into her. He breathed heavily as he came back down from his peak. She climbed back off the bed and adjusted her garments back into place. “You’re welcome,” she said with a wink, then picked up her helmet and moved towards the window.
“Wait!” he said. “We, ah… in case we battle together again some time, we should have a way to communicate.”
“This your phone?” she asked. Without waiting for an answer, she picked it up from the nightstand and tapped at the screen. When she was done she tossed it onto the bed. “Don’t text or call me during school. Don’t talk to me there, either. My kind and your kind don’t associate with each other.”
He picked up the phone and looked at the screen. She had added her number to his contact list. Jennifer. Her name was Jennifer. “Okay, but I was talking about communicating during…” he looked up. She was gone. “…battle,” he finished. “Wow.”
[Ending Theme: “Mechanical Love” by In This Moment]
“Debbie Woods here, reporting live from Bensonville. Holy shit, is Matt the luckiest guy alive or what? First he gets his own giant robot, then he loses his virginity to a magical girl cheerleader! Can he keep the streak going? Join us next time, as the battle takes to the air, and the sex gets even better, in Cheer Raider and SABRE Panther, Episode 2: ‘The Radical Aerial Battle! She’s Way More Experienced!’ Go! Fight! Win!”
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