Previously….

T7S

"I have to go home but you can't tell anyone about this." Jackie said sadly. "If only you weren't in a relationship….."

Eric watched her walk out the door blowing him a kiss as she left. He whispered, "If only…."

MERCY SEX – PART TWO

Days turned into weeks and senior year started and everything that happened seemed more like a great wet dream than an actual experience. The gang still hung out in the basement as usual and Jackie gravitated and eventually hooked up with Hyde.

Donna was still exploring and helped Eric make plans for college. They both agreed Madison University was the school of choice and made their studies a priority. Donna had no problem studying for tests but then she didn't live under the Forman household which was run by the Red Forman wearing-an-ass-for-hat-threat. Eric couldn't hang out in the basement because Fez and Kelso always had some antic that was more fun than homework. Then there was always Hyde and Jackie making out on the sofa.

He had a ten page English essay due by Monday so Eric opted to spend his Saturday at the library. That was the only place he could find peace and quiet. It also got him out of cleaning the gutters so for Eric; it was a win-win situation.

He took his Pee-Chee folder filled with college-ruled paper and set them on the passenger seat of the Vista Cruiser. He had to use some Jedi-sleuth because Fez had been following him all day. Satisfied that none of the guys had seen him leave the house, Eric headed for the Point Place library.

-o-

The library smelled of dusty books and sweaty athletes. Eric still hadn't decided on a topic for his essay and walked over to the biography section. Should he write about Amelia Earhart, that famous female pilot? There was no way he could submit a paper on the brilliance of Luke Skywalker. What would make an interesting topic? What was Donna writing about?

His lovely red-headed girlfriend finally gave it up and succumbed to a Storm Trooper rescue. It took a lot of imagination on Eric's part to imagine the flannel pajamas as a white draped gown but Donna was good natured enough to go along with it. He smiled as he remembered crying out, "Leia! I'm coming!" He meant it literally also.

After looking at the card catalog which was dominated by the Dewey Decimal System, Eric decided to write about the topic of hot girls in sports. There were at least six books he needed to find so he looked through the tiny drawers to get the number and location of everything Peggy Fleming, the skating female athlete of 1968. He scratched out the location. Okay….Cathy Rigby…1970 balance beam gymnast. Got it. Chris Evert….1974 tennis champ – same row as the other books but on a different shelf.

Dorothy Hamill….where are you…aha…Olympic gold winner and on a different shelf. Eric adored little Miss Hamill. That was one of the only reasons he watched the Olympics in 1976. Okay, he had to give it up for Nadia Comaneci the other gymnast, she was excellent also. Last but not least was Shirley Muldowney the first female National Hot Rod Association driver.

Eric smiled at the crotchety old Miss Gladstone, the nearly deaf librarian. She pointed to the row of bookshelves on the second floor. "All sports related media are located there son." She whispered and Eric wondered if she could even hear herself whisper.

Eric took his notes and school books and headed up to the second floor mezzanine. There were a few students occupying some desks near the stairs but Eric found an empty table in the back where he could spread out his books and work on his paper in relative quiet.

-o-

He was reading about the tennis pro, Chris Evert who became the first female athlete to earn over one million dollars in her career and she was still smoking hot. Eric carried the book back to the table and looked up to see Jackie Burkhart sitting on the edge of the library table wearing her cheerleader uniform with her tan smooth bare legs swinging freely. Tiny socks with fuzzy yarn balls hung on the edge of her brilliantly white Nike tennis shoes.

She smiled, "Hello Eric." The second floor seemed to get 10 degrees hotter and Eric froze. "Jackie. Where's Hyde?"

She shrugged and picked up his book about Cathy Rigby. "So you like girls that can do gymnastics?" Why did that sound so sexy? She put the book back on the table. "Steven is in the basement as usual. What are you doing here?"

Eric put his Chris Evert book on the table. "I have an essay due on Monday. What are YOU doing here?"

"I had practice. Monday is the big game against the Kenosha King's and as head cheerleader I had to make sure all the girls could do their….splits."

Jackie jumped off the table, did a high kick which gave Eric a nice peek at her black panties and she ended the conversation with a slow slide into the splits. It was perfectly executed and she ended it with a perfect cheerleader smile. "Did you like it?

Did Fez like candy? "Of course. You're a great cheerleader." Eric replied evenly. Jackie only smiled and jumped back to her feet, the little pleats on her skirt flipping around provocatively. Eric sat on the chair and pretended to read about Miss Evert. Ignore the cheerleader. Jackie pulled a chair around and sat next to him with the smell of her fresh perfume filling the air.

"You didn't answer my question Eric. So do you like girls that can do gymnastics? Because I can do a back handstand if that turns you on." Eric could feel the blood rush to his face. "I like Chris Evert. I'm just going to work on my paper."

Jackie's fingernails lightly scratched the sleeve of his polo shirt. "Do you remember a nightly encounter in a garage?" She turned around in her wooden chair so she was straddling it. "I never forgot it. Sometimes….when I'm with Steven….I pretend that it's you."

Eric dropped the book and it banged loudly on the table. Other students on the second floor went "SSSHHHH!" Eric looked at Jackie and whispered, "Why did you do that?"

She looked innocent. "Do what? I only made a true statement. So let me ask you this question." She leaned forward as Eric leaned back and away from that intoxicating smile. "Does Donna still "do it" for you?"

"Yes she does." Eric replied too quickly. Jackie licked her bottom lip and looked at Eric's mouth. "But does she do it…..like I do it? Tell me Eric." One slim leg moved over the top of the chair as she turned in her seat. She stood up and sat on the table right on his homework. "I want you to eat me."

Eric choked. "Excuse me?"

Jackie threaded her fingers through his sandy brown hair and pulled him towards her skirt. "Can you tell how much I want you?"

Eric couldn't help it. He liked the smell of feminine musk and yeah…he was turning into putty or whatever she wanted - but in the library? She quickly slid off the edge of the table and onto his lap. A couple of well place grinds and she was very aware of how much he wanted her too.

"Do you want to kiss me?" she said in this bewitching voice. Eric could only nod his head. Strawberry tinted lips pressed against his and kissed him fully tasting the sweetness of his mouth. She whispered, "I want you to put your hands under my shirt.'

With a mind of their own, Eric's large hands slid under the fleece Point Place Cheer Squad sweater and her skin was so warm and silky. He could feel her ribs and his fingers froze when he encountered a lacy bra. "Pretend you're kissing Chris Evert and we're on the tennis court."

Eric didn't need any further prompting. He attacked her mouth and he swallowed her giggle as it turned into a sexy moan. Her fingers were lifting the hem of his polo shirt and those nimble fingers were skating along the waistband of his Levis. He nearly groaned and opened his eyes only to see Hank Stewart, football team captain, coming up the steps. "Quick, under the table."

Hank stopped by Eric's table and decided to harass the nerd. "So geek boy. What are you doing here on a Saturday?"

Eric opened his mouth to reply when he felt Jackie's fingers unzipping his fly. He swallowed hard as that small hand gripped his cock and gave it a good squeeze. In a higher than normal voice, he replied, "English essay." Hank picked up the book on Shirley Muldowney. "Huh, now that's a chick I would totally do it with."

Eric started to agree when he felt a hot wet pair of lips sliding over him. He knew anything he tried to say would only come out as a groan. He only nodded and grunted. "Hot rods." Hank slammed his hand on the table. "You're okay Forman, I thought you were reading National Geographic and pulling your pud or something. I guess I was wrong."

Hank and his letter jacketed friends walked downstairs and Eric exhaled a sigh of relief and pleasure. He reached under the table to grab Jackie's head and she pulled away from his hands. She crawled out from under the table. "Eric, can you help me get a book from that shelf?"

She winked and walked around a tall row of books. Eric quickly stuffed himself back in his pants and hurried to see what she was talking about. He turned the corner and was surprised when Jackie pushed him backwards against the 797.05 bookshelf. Eric could feel the books and the wooden shelves pressing against his back and Jackie's soft lips pressing against his mouth.

Eric's excitement was mixed with fear and nervousness and he was concerned that another student would come up the stairs and discover the two of them. "Eric," she whispered huskily. "Lift my skirt."

Jackie turned around and grabbed a hold of the bookshelf in front of her as Eric flipped up her black and white pleated skirt. Oh god, this was crazy crazy CRAZY! "Pull them down and do me." She ordered.

Eric rubbed his palms on the soft flesh of her thighs and slowly pulled down the cheerleader pants. Her ass was like satin and warm and god he really shouldn't be doing this again but Donna would never…..

With one hand, he quickly unbuttoned his Levi's and pulled down his pants. Jackie kept pressing backwards against his groin and it was increasingly difficult to get a boner out of his underwear when she was doing that!

She backed up again and he just slid in like a home run. She was so hot and tight and incredibly moist and could he hang on for more than six minutes? He grabbed her hips and pulled her flush against his groin. Jackie sighed with pleasure and fell forward onto her hands.

Eric leaned back against the bookcase and listened to the slap slap slap of his balls and the thud of his spine against the sports section. The smell of dusty old book was mixed with hot young Jackie Burkhart. Just when he was hitting his stride, Jackie rolled forward in a somersault, stood up, raised her arms in a toned tanned V and quickly clapped her hands.

V-I-C-T-O-R-Y ….. Who's that… foxy… sexy… guy….Eric! She cheered and kicked up her leg in a tight heel stretch. She fell down to her knees and beckoned him towards her with a crooked finger. She had cast a spell and he was totally bewitched. He crawled on hands and knees until their thighs were touching. She reached behind him and pulled his pants to his knees. His hard cock waved a proud salute as she gripped him and stroked him.

His eyes were closed as she softly said, "I'm going to straddle your lap. Don't move." He whispered, "I'm paralyzed. Have your way with me." He was rewarded with a gentle laugh and then tiny teeth started nipping his throat as Jackie mounted him. Her mouth silenced his moan as she slid down and took him to the hilt. She groaned appreciatively before she started to ride him.

Eric tried not to think about what was happening but his hands were full of cheerleader and his dick was sheathed in hot velvet and Donna was so far away and he liked it like that. Let a bolt of lightning strike me now! I'm in heaven! Eric could feel the tightening in his groin and just kissed that perfect that much harder. They were both sweating and the sounds of flesh slapping against flesh was just too much to bear anymore.

Eric squeezed Jackie close to his body as he reached his climax. She ground hard against his pelvic bone and shuddered before crying his name. Sweaty brunette hair covered his shoulder and he just hugged her. Was it gratitude for the best sex of his life or that Jackie was fulfilling a teenage fantasy? He didn't know and didn't care.

Seconds…minutes….was it an hour later that she pulled off of him and stepped back into her panties. She smiled, "You have an essay to write."

He looked up from the floor. "Oh."

Smiling, she extended a hand and helped him to his feet. "I hope you get a good grade." Eric tried to straighten his clothes and mismatched the buttons on his polo. "Let me."

Her fingers smelled like sex. A mingling of Forman and Jackie – he liked it! He liked the big smile on his face and the silhouette of a slim cheerleader walking away from him. Eric Forman needed to study more often. The library was…invigorating!

-o-

Hyde looked over his shoulder. "Hey Forman, what grade did you get on your essay?"

Donna looked at the desk beside her. "He got a freaking A+++; the teacher wrote You really understand how woman athletes are motivated! Great paper."

Donna sulked and Hyde replied, "Yeah I got my regular D+. Oh well, I'll just go home and see what Jackie's doing."

Eric wished he could tell his friend that Jackie was just fine. Too fine. Okay, mighty fine and anytime she wanted to needed homework help…Forman was ready to deliver!

The end

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