" You look at me questioningly, "I can have my very own high school cheerleader? Put in on!" "Wait," I say." You look at me questioningly, "I can have my very own high school cheerleader? Put in on!" "Wait," I say. "I have an idea, it's Friday night, and I think there's a game tonite at the high school. Wait in the living room, hon, I'll be out in a minute." You pace restlessly in the living room, wondering what I have in mind, as your cock starts to harden with anticipation. I walk into the room. My hair is tied up in a pony tail and I'm wearing my winter coat, all buttoned up. I look so young with my hair like that -- just like a teenager -- and you again feel that tightening in your groin. I take your hand, saying, "Let's go to the game, hon! It's been so long since we've seen our school play. It will be fun, and I have a surprise for you. Indulge me and I'll be anything you want, and do anything you want when we get home. Let's go." We arrive at the game at half time, and find seats alone at the top of the bleachers. The game is outside and it's cold, so I snuggle against you. My hand clasps your thigh and accidently brushes briefly over your cock, which I can tell is hard as it presses against the cloth of your jeans. "Do you want me, John," I whisper in your ear. "Do you want to fuck your hot, teenage cheerleader?" You glance at me quickly and look over my coat, "Honey, you didn't?!" Your hand slowly moves up my bare thigh until you can feel the cloth of my skirt, and moving higher, until you can feel the heat and wetness as you brush your fingers across the silkiness of my panties. You gasp and breathlessly utter, "You did! You wore the cheerleader outfit, and you want me!!" "Yes, I do Mr. Robinson. Tonight I'm YOUR cheerleader. I'm here only for your pleasure and to do with as you please. If you want to fuck me, I'm yours. If you want to take me home with you and tie me up and tease me with your cock until I beg you to fuck me, you may do so. I just know I want you, and I'll do anything to have you. |