You can hear me rummaging in the closet, doing who knows what, when you hear me call out to you, "John, come here and see what I found!" You come into the bedroom and find me sitting on the floor of the closet in front of the hope chest, digging through its contents.You can hear me rummaging in the closet, doing who knows what, when you hear me call out to you, "John, come here and see what I found!" You come into the bedroom and find me sitting on the floor of the closet in front of the hope chest, digging through its contents. "Look!" I say as I hold up my high school cheerleader outfit. "Remember when I used to wear this? I wonder if it still fits." "Oh yes, honey, I remember you in THAT! God, how I wanted to fuck you then, but you were always with that football player, what's his name, Jack or Jock." "His name was Jake, and you were always off with Cheryl anyway. I wanted you then too, only you never seemed interested. God! I used to watch you sitting there in the bleachers, hoping you would look at me and catch a glimpse of my panties as I jumped up and down doing my cheers. My panties were always wet at those games, from wanting you so much and wishing you would notice me. |