Standing over my head at just the right angle was Heather Fergusson.Standing over my head at just the right angle was Heather Fergusson. Heather was one of those wet dreams half the school had. She had a perfect slim body with all the appropriate curves. Her long blond hair came down to just below her waist accenting the rest of her figure. As to her face, with all the makeup she usually wore, Heather managed to always have that sexy "I want it look". The fact that her parents were filthy rich and had given her a BMW for her seventeenth birthday didn't hurt matters. She also by popular acclaim was on the cheerleading team. Didn't do to well in school, but then again most guys on the football team weren't doing that well either. Today she was wearing a just past belly button length loose fitting ruffled white blouse, a mid-thigh blue denim skirt, white socks, sandals, and lacy pink panties. Oh yes definately those. From my undignified position on the floor I was able to look straight up at them. Slowly my eyes had followed her long lithesome legs up until they reached there apex at them. Closer inspection showed the outline of her slit which was barely visible as a ridge down her pubis, and a few fuzzy hairs that were peeking out under the edges. The color of which proved beyond a doubt that she was a "true" blonde. More than slightly embarressed at the view I skooted back, only to reveal and even more enticeing one, as she leaned down to pick up her dropped books. Her blouse had opened forward directly over my face, revealing the utter lack of a bra. Naked to my sight were her fully formed breasts. While not huge they were amply endowed, and I traced their curves longingly. Her pert little nipples were erect and sent a shiver down to my now raging hardon. The sight lasted but a second to be replaced suddenly by Heather's face. She had a definate smirk on as she said, "You better look were your going from now on," with a little too much emphasis on "look". |