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Social Butterfly Cheerleader Tries To Seduce A Nerd
🕑 Added 2021-12-17 17:17:20 +0000 UTCThere were, in many ways, a lot of reasons why social cliqués formed, especially around the time of highschool and college. It was just something that happened. People with certain kinds of interests tended to gather together to share in such interests.
So you got the sports jocks hanging out with other sports jocks, the cheerleaders hanging out with other cheerleaders, and the academically inclined hanging out with, you guessed it, their sort and kind also.
And, well, with a name like Tiffany and a body like a goddess, as well as a predilection towards high energy and high excitement physical pursuits? It really was no wonder that someone would end up a cheerleader. And a popular one, at that.
Throw in a lack of body shame and a natural, easygoing charisma?
Tiffany was one of the most popular girls in the entire campus and she knew it. She never hid nor escaped from her popularity. The boys around her wanted to be with her, and the girls wanted to be her. She didn't even have to pay for it by lacking severely in the brains department.
She was the complete package, after all - her grades were top notch, despite the fact that she spent so much time training and practicing. Of course, a lot of people thought she was using her bodacious body to get her grades, but what did she care what the lesser people thought?
Little, that's what!
"Eiii, Tiff, you want to go get a coffee or something with me?"
Very well muscled and on a sports scholarship, Jordan the Quarterback, because that was what he defined his identity as, was the person just about everyone thought she should be dating. She was the captain of the cheerleaders, he was the quarterback of the football team, they were both physically attractive - her with soft but fit features, him with a defined muscular physique - and most importantly, they were the most popular students in the college.
Of course, people didn't know that Jordan was her cousin. And gay.
"Sorry, Jordie," she said apologetically, "I actually had to sign up for tutoring - I'm not doing so well with math."
Which was quite bad, considering she was majoring in statistics. She was learning like three different kinds of maths simultaneously and none of them made the slightest bit of sense separated OR put together.
"Yeah, okay, sure, I'll see you later, then."
They separated, as the crowds of students each dispersed, going to their next class or to whatever it was that they did with their free time. As for Tiffany, well, she went to the north wing of dorms, one of the male dorms, where her tutor was.
Her tutor...
William was a strange sort, she thought. An interesting sort, too. He was... well, he didn't do much in terms of his appearance. On the shorter side, unable to grow facial hair, with hair cut short out of practicality, wearing usually button ups a size or two too big for him...
Well, Will wasn't what most people thought of when they thought a classically attractive male. In fact, with the soft cast to his facial features and him having less muscles than Tiff did, some would've thought him a girl.
Nobody would've thought that someone like Tiff would ever hang out with someone like Will, they were just incompatible in so many regards - her, the athletic, popular cheerleader, him, the socially reclusive nerd.
But she needed tutoring to pass her calculus classes, to make up for the limited time she could dedicate to studying, and he was far and away the best option for it, with the highest grades in most of the classes she shared with him.
"Hey, Will, you in there?" she asked, banging on his door. The male dorms were even more boring than the female dorms, at least these. Some thought college was a constant party, but she had learned - that only applied to frathouses and the dorms where the popular kids lived. One of the advantages of coming to Will's room for tutoring was that she didn't have to deal with loud and obnoxious parties every other day.
There was an unintelligible response.
Tiffany sighed and opened the door, it was unlocked. She flicked the light switch on, and pouted at the sight that greeted her.
There he was, the best student in school, and her tutor in all things mathematics. Laying on bed, with a cold pack laid on his head. "Will, are you okay?" she asked.
He grumbled something.
"I- if you're feeling under the weather, I'd understand cancelling," she said. "Seriously, you don't have to force yourself for my sake."
Will removed the ice pack and sighed. "No. That's not how this works," he said. "I don't like it, but I accepted the task and I will see it through."
Tiffany frowned. There were... many reasons why people would've thought these two were incompatible. Different interest. Different thoughts. Different ideas.
And yet... there was something that was just inherently admirable about his work ethic. She had always thought his intelligence something worthy of praise, but before she met him, the only image she had of him was that of a typical computer nerd, the sort that faps to videogames and spends all day wasting away.
If she hadn't ever met him, personally, maybe she wouldn't be in the predicament she was.
Because she came to the startling realization that Will didn't like her. He had only taken her on as a student at the request of one of their shared teachers. He tried to keep their lessons short, his explanations curt and concise, and all interaction to a minimum. He even refused to send her messages sometimes!
And... and it sucked! Because the more she hung out with him, the more she learned about him, the more she discovered that some of his hobbies were really interesting! At first she had thought the figurine stuff was cringy and weird, but then she actually saw him working in painting and carving and putting models together, and she realized just how much thought and effort went into it.
Solving an equation had taken a second plane to just watching him work, with such dedication, attention and care for detail that she realized that she had never really seen someone be quite so passionate about something.
He didn't need to rant and rave for days on end about his hobbies, and yet she thought he loved them many times more than the jocks who spent every day of their lives talking about football.
Also she had expected all his figures to be of scantily clad anime girls that he drooled over, but then some were of robots, some of planes, some were even large buildings - and they ranged from homemade to purchased kits and parts.
Every lesson they had, it ended with her learning something about him.
Will sat on his bed, sighing. "Alright, where were we?" he asked.
"This isn't right, you're dead on your feet," Tiffany protested.
"Time waits for no man," he spoke, waving his hand. "Let's finish this so you can go back to whatever it is you do."
Tiffany sighed, walking up to where he was sitting... and poked him in the chest, lightly pushing him, causing him to fall back on his bed. She put her balled up fists on her hips. "You can't even resist that."
"It's just a migraine," he insisted.
"Just a-," she rolled her eyes. Will being driven and determined could be cute. He looked like a kitty trying to hunt their parent's tail. But right now? Right now she was watching him put himself through unnecessary suffering. And even if on some level she knew he was doing it so he would not have to deal with her any longer than he had to...
Well, she wasn't giving up on reversing the situation! She had no idea why he disliked her so much, but she had come to like the nerdy, geeky boy for the good traits that he didn't advertise to the world around him!
Tiffany was definitely seeing an opportunity to show him some of her better traits!
"Look you've been helping me, so now I'll be helping you," she said. "Come on, get in bed, I'll make you a nice and calming cup of tea, and you'll be right as rain in no time!"
"Wha- wait," he protested, as she manhandled and tucked him in. "Stop!"
She didn't heed him, too lost in the thought of finally managing to make him stop rejecting her presence! Tiffany was not so naive to not understand that she had at some point begun liking the boy beyond friendship. Passion, energy, dedication, intelligence, he had all the traits she liked in a partner. She didn't need her partner to be some bodybuilding menace - she'd been with those kinds a couple of times before and she'd long since become immune to their self aggrandizing.
An understated, soft and responsible boy, though? A wholly new, fresh and different experience. And for once, it felt like she was doing something because she wanted to, and not because it was what was socially expected of her to do, like her high school boyfriends.
Fortunately this dorm and hers had the exact same kitchen, and the standarized supplies meant they had green tea for her to make for Will. It didn't take too long, and she even got a giggle as one of the other boys in the dorm saw her and fled the scene for some reason.
Soon enough, she was done with the tea, and brought it into Will's room. She opened the door and brought him the cup to bed, on a tiny paper plate so the hot cup wouldn't burn the cheap bedside table next to his bunk bed.
As she closed up on him, however, she tripped on something - not sure if it was a bump on the carpet or what - and the teacup went flying, its boiling hots contents spraying like a shotgun, almost all of it landing on Will's lap.
He shrieked in agony, and first aid training took over Tiffany, as she snapped into motion, not even taking time to apologize before she grabbed at his pants, and pulled them off as fast as she could, the gray sweatpants were soaked in the hot liquid and would worsen his burn-
As she tossed the pants away, she looked at his lap to see if he'd been burned badly and-
"O-Oh," she blinked. "Wooah," she gasped, mouth hanging open. "W-Will..."
She looked at his... his...
"It's so cute!" she damn near shouted. Will was a smaller boy, clearly not heavy on testosterone... And it really showed, as she saw his male parts, exposed now that she had forcibly taken his pants off. She had seen some normal ones, she'd seen some big ones, but she'd never seen one like this! Hairless, about the size of her ring finger... His balls were neat and not even all that wrinkly, too!
She swallowed. Then she looked at the red faced, still distressed looking boy.
"G-Get out!" he said, voice a bit strangled.
"Ah, Will- I-" she began.
"GET OUT!" he shouted. "Get the fuck out! Go!"
Tiffany flinched. "I- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-"
Will whined, grabbed his covers, and wrapped into a ball, covering himself fully.
"Don't be like that!" Tiffany begged, trying to prod him out of it. "I- there's, it's not- ugh," she slumped.
She'd fucked up. She just- she wanted Will to like her! But all she did was burn his legs and humiliate him! She couldn't help it, his penis was really cute! Even now, the image of it was invading her head, and she wanted to pat his head and hug him and tell him it was okay, that she didn't think its size was bad or anything.
But telling him that she knew from experience that size isn't everything seemed like the wrong thing to say then.
"Get ooooout!" he shouted, voice higher pitched than usual, and she heard the crack that nearly split her own heart. She'd caused him severe distress, and she was genuinely hurt by it. It... felt really horrible to know she had fucked up this badly.
"I- I'm sorry, Will, alright? I'll, I'll go..." she said, "uhm... I'll, I'll be off," she said, hanging her neck and finding herself on the most shameful walk to her dorm she'd had in quite some time.
Later that night, she'd confide in her roommate Kim, as she shared her misery with her fellow cheeerleader. "I fucked up, Kimmie!" she moaned. "Will hates me now!"
Kim rolled her eyes. "ugh, girl, I don't know why you even care, there's dozens of nerds who'd cream their pants at the mere thought of you paying them attention. You can get any of those guys to teach you instead."
Tiffany tossed one of her pillows at her tanned friend. "I told you! I don't want just anyone," she said, glaring at her. "I want the best, and he's the best!"
"Well your grades have improved at least," Kim agreed. "But- I just don't see what you see in him."
Tiff hugged her pillow. "I don't care, I just-" she sighed. "I fucked up so baaad."
"He should be honored he even gets to hang out with you, and you tell me the guy doesn't even want to see you? I think you should go see some other nerd to make him jealous," Kimmie said, nodding to her own idea.
"You think that's a good idea?" Tiff asked. "I... don't like it," she said.
"Well, shit, then maybe just go for it?" she asked. "Like, invite him out for a drink or something to apologize? Give him a quick hand or a blowie?"
"Kimmie!" Tiffany shouted, scandalized. "I'm not that loose!"
Even if... even if she would't mind a chance to play with that cute weenie. She didn't want him to think she was just some floozy!
"Or just hang out with him? Maybe buy him one of those figures he's so fond of? Just do something for him, I dunno!"
That... was actually a good idea! Tiff launched from her bed and grabbed her laptop, instantly diving into the internet. Operation: The Will To Forgive was a go! First, she had to... actually find out what sort of series Will liked, and then, find out which figures he owned, so she could buy him a new one!
Her mom always said that a gift given with heart and personal effort is better than a more expensive gift. Tiff may not be the most steady of hands, but she could paint. Somewhat. She'd done well in arts classes anyway!
"But how would I find out which one to buy?" Tiff asked, rubbing her chin.
Kimmie grinned. "Oh this is some detective shit now. How about interrogating people?"
"Oh, yeah, that's good, I can definitely ask some of the other guys at the dorm, find out who his roommate is... I think we have a plan!"
A high five between the two cheerleaders turned amateur detectives marked the beginning of their self imposed mission.
First, forgiveness... and then, she'd make him see all her good points like she saw his, and they could hopefully even get together!
"Just you wait, Will! Before you know it, I'll have you dreaming of a nuclear family and a white picket fence!"
Comments
Ignacio Nadeo
I do try my best~ I did say that I feel like the cheerleader types usually are, uhm, not treated with the most loving of touches, so I wanted to have a sort of subversion of the norm with Tiffany. Who even has the requisite bitchy cheerleader name and everything.
Alexander Probst
Okay, this isn't what I expected to get when I voted for it - Tiffany's a bit more ditzy and whole lot more innocent - but damn if I don't want to see this continue! Thanks, NOTTHISWAY
