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  “Zip please,” she asks me, glancing back over her nearly bare shoulder. I stutter as my eyes travel down over the curve of her lower back as she juts her hips towards me.

  How did we end up here? Again?

  “I..um...why don't you just hold them up and show me?”

  She shakes her head. “No you can't really tell unless they're on a body.”

  I bring my hand up to my chin, rubbing it nervously as I glance around our surroundings. We are alone in here, right? And there aren't any cameras? Hell, it would honestly be better if I wasn't alone with her right now. But why does it matter anyways? Alone or not, nothing is going to happen. Not a single thing.

  There's a hidden zipper in the back of her skirt – I find it with my fingers and unzip the skirt as far as it will go.

  “Thanks,” she says with a coy half smile as she shimmies her hips and lets the skirt fall to the floor around her ankles.

  She's standing in her lacy white cheekies and a matching bra. The panties have a little powder blue bow right below the waist band. It's innocent, yet seductive – but there' nothing innocent about the way that lace disappears in between her taut cheeks.

  I feel my dick twitch just looking at it.

  She turns around towards me, looking me dead in the eye. Her perfect, little round tits are pushed up in her white lace bra, which also has a little blue bow on it. My breath catches in my throat and for a split second I think she's going to pounce on me. And I'm not sure I'd mind if she did...

  “You can sit down. This might take a minute,” she says.

  I nod and take a seat on the hard bench behind me.

  “Okay, so this is the first suit,” she explains as she pulls the skirt up over her hips, followed by the top. “I don't know about this one, it's pretty boring and similar to the uniforms I already have. But all of the moms like this one, of course,” she says with a roll of her eyes. She adjusts the tank top and takes a step closer to me. “So what do you think?”

  My eyes travel up over her long legs, to the skirt. The uniform as a whole is pretty similar to the one she had on earlier, except the skirt is shorter and it doesn't have pleats.

  “Um, looks pretty good to me.”

  “Alright, whatever.” She pulls her top off, right in front of me, and I try glance away before I actually see anything. Again.

  “This one is different, I kind of like it,” she says. I nod, keeping my eyes fixed to my cellphone. As difficult as that may be.

  “Well? Are you actually going to look?” I hear her say.

  Reluctantly, I glance up at her. This particular one has thinner straps, and a short midriff baring top that shows off her belly button. And the pleats in the skirt are cut open. How is something like this even allowed in high school?

  “I um...don't know about this one.”

  She places her hand on her hip and shifts her body weight to the side, showing off a slither of thigh on the right side. “Why not? It's so fun,” she says as she twists her hips repeatedly letting the fringe skirt fly around her.

  “Let's just move on to the next one okay?”

  “Fine,” she says with a huff.

  She changes in front of me once again and...what the hell am I thinking? I sit here and watch. Intently. She pulls the next skirt up over her hips and it's tiny and tight. It hugs all of her curves and is short enough to give me a front row view of what's underneath when she bends forward to grab the top.

  “Hun, you know that skirt doesn't exactly cover you, right?”

  “What? It's just fine. This is my favorite, actually.”

  She spins around, hand on one hip again. “So? What do you think?” she asks with a smirk.

  “I...” I lose my train of thoughts, that's what I do. The costume is tiny – the cropped top has a low neckline, angles up in the middle and stops right underneath her breasts. And as if the skirt wasn't short enough, it has a split riding up her thigh. And here I thought the last uniform was extreme. This uniform was better suited for a Dallas Cowboy Cheerleader than a high school cheer team.

  “The first one.” I say.

  She cocks her head to the side and asks, “You mean you like the first one better?”

  No. “Yes.”

  She bats her eyes and starts pacing towards me. “Are you sure?” she asks. She steps closer to me, taking my hand and placing it right between the split of her skirt. “So you don't like the split.”

  Yes. “No,” I say adamantly, snatching my hand away from her skin. And oh how soft that skin is...

  “I think you'd feel differently if you saw me move in it.”

  My brow furrows and I ask, “What do you mean?”

  A barely restrained grin creeps across her face.

  “Our routine,” she says as she begins to move her feet, stepping in time to an invisible beat. Her hips sway along with and my eyes grow wide.

  I hold up my hands to refuse her. “Yeah, um, that's okay.”

  “No, just watch” she says with a giggle. My eyes stay fixed on her as she begins to dance in front of me, moving her feet to each side as she widens her stance, swinging her hips and rolling her body. Her perky breasts jiggly up out of her neckline. In that tiny outfit, it's basically like watching a stripper.

  Her eyes stay locked with mine as she turns her back towards me. “This is what you like, right?” she asks coyly as she arches her back, pointing her hips back towards me. She thrusts her ass in my direction, her tiny skirt rides up and her cheeks hang out the back. I feel my pants get tight almost instantly.

  I raise both of my palms in front of me.

  “Alright, that's enough, that's enough,” I say as I lift myself up off of the bench. But Haley spins back around, pushing me back down by my shoulders.

  “But I'm not done yet,” she says with a pout.

  “Haley, stop this. Now. You’re making me … making me…”

  “But I promise you'll like this next part.”

  Keeping her hands firmly on my shoulders I watch as she stares down at me with her big green eyes – so innocent and pure, it's as if she has no idea what she's doing or what effect she has on me. She places her knees on both sides of my hips, straddling my lap. Well, if she didn't know before, she sure as heck does now.

  Her hands travel down over my chest. “How do you like this?” she asks as she circles her hips, grinding against my lap.

  Fuck. I'm pretty sure this is the point of no return.

  I wrap my arm around her hips, pulling her even closer against me.

  “So you do like this,” she repeats.

  I bite my lip hard as my hand grazes her barely clothed ass. Everything about this is wrong, but damn does she feel right in my arms.

  Chapter 4

  “I think you should take this off,” she says as she grabs the collar of my button down shirt. Her fingers travel down to find the buttons and she continues to grind against me as she starts to remove my shirt.

  My mouth crashes hard against her neck, nearly mauling her skin with my lips. Her body rises and squirms in my arms and she purrs into me, her hands wrapping around my neck as my teeth nip her skin. She reaches down between us, her hand jutting between my legs and grabbing my package, feeling my erection through my pants.

  “Mmm, yeah. Right there, honey,” I say to her.

  She rubs the ball of her palm against me, traveling the length of my erection and back again. “Like this?” she asks.

  “Exactly like that,” I breathe. It makes me wonder what boy taught her how to do this properly. And the thought of that makes me see red.

  “Let me see it,” she says to me.

  “What?”

  She glances down at my crotch and then back up at me again.

  “It.”

  Oh. She climbs off of my lap, kneeling before me like a good little girl, waiting for permission. This is a good time to stop this. This is the perfect time to stop this actually. But my hands have a mind of their own, and I'm craving the feeling of her hands around my cock. So my fingers find my fly and unzip my pants. I swear, I had no part in it.

  My eyes stay locked on her as she watches me intently, her little pink tongue flitting out and running over her lips. She looks in awe when I pull it out – I'm already half hard, my tip oozing with pre-cum.

  She leans in close, closing her eyes and placing a kiss right on the head of my cock. Fuck. Her pursed lips part, taking the tip into her mouth and flicking her tongue over my slit, lapping up my juices. Fuck fuck fuck. Watching her – feeling her – do this to me is enough to make me go fully erect.

  There's no turning back now.

  She wraps her fist around my length, gripping me and pulling me with one long slow stride as she continues to work her tongue on my head. She jerks me off, slow and tortuous, inside her warm little fist until I'm on the brink of feeling like I'm going to blow. And then she slides her hand down my shaft, only to let her tongue follow suit. She licks the underside of my cock before swallowing me whole. Her pretty pink lips engulf me, her tongue rolling against me, and her hand moving to my balls, cradling and massaging them.

  My fingers slide through her silky hair, grabbing her long ponytail. And then it hits me – I'm living every guys dream. I'm living my dream – getting sucked off by the hot blonde cheerleader, sadly for me the hot blonde in my scenario happens to be my wife’s best friend’s daughter.

  The side of my lips tug into a wicked half smile.

  My dick jumps in her mouth as it spurt the first shot of my cum in her mouth and she looks up at me with surprise.

  “Take it. Take it all, baby,” I tell her, gently stroking her soft cheek.

  She doesn't dare move and I wouldn't let her if she tried. “It won't hurt you, just swallow it down,” I coax her.


  She pulls back, releasing my member from her lips, leaving a glisten of my cum on her mouth.

  “Did you like that?” she asks, still stroking me with her hands.

  “Oh yes, I did,” I whisper, as if someone were there watching us, listening to us. But we're all alone.

  Her eyes are bright, and she looks relieved that she's satisfied me. She takes her tongue, leaning in between my legs and lapping up the last drops of my release that spilled out on to my balls.

  “All done,” she says when I'm finally clean, wiping her mouth with her hand.

  My chest heaves. She's sitting in front of me, kneeling with her legs slightly parted and that tiny skirt of hers riding up her thighs. She's waiting on me like a good little lap dog.

  “What should we do now?” she asks timidly.

  There are so, so many things I'd like to do to her right now. But the second I open my mouth my shiny silver watch catches the light and distracts me. And that's probably a good thing.

  Chapter 5

  “We should get going.” I tell her.

  She looks disappointed. “But we just got started,” she says so innocently.

  I swallow hard, wanting nothing more than to take her again. A blow job is one thing – I'm well aware that it was wrong, but fucking her can get me in a hell of a lot more trouble.

  I shame-shake my head. “Come on, let's go,” I say as I rise up from the bench. “Holly will start to wonder where we are.”

  But she takes my hand to stop me. “Just text her.”

  “Haley, we have to go!”

  Her brows furrow in frustration. She yanks my arm, pulling me down to the floor nearly on top of her. For a small, slim girl she sure is strong. She reaches for my pocket and snatches my iPhone straight out – what the fuck?

  “Give me that back. Now!” I say, reaching for it, but she twists and turns away from me as she types.

  “Done,” she says holding the phone up to my face.

  “Hey babe, Haley's practice is running waaay over time. We might not be back for an hour. Just wanted to let you know – love ya,” I read aloud as I review the text message she sent to Holly . And before I can protest she pulls my head down until my lips are pressed tight against hers.

  That's more than enough to seal the deal.

  Her mouth is sweet. She kisses me deep and hard, her hands tight around my neck at first and grazing through my hair as she moans into me. I force my tongue between her lips and she accepts it happily, sucking it and slithering her own tongue against it.

  She takes my hand and puts it against her breast – even through her uniform I can feel her nipples are hard. I bet she's wet as fuck.

  “Take off your top,” I whisper to her.

  I can tell she doesn't want to but she breaks our kiss, criss-crossing her arms across her chest and whipping her cheer top up over her head. She looks so sexy wearing that tiny little cheer leading skirt, hiked right up beneath her pierced navel, with only her bra on up top. My hands slide up her waist until they find her bra, which I promptly unhook and discard beside us. She lays back, her breasts rising and falling with every deep breath, just waiting for me to take her.

  I grab her round little tits, maybe a little too hard because she squeals when I do it, but she can take it. My mouth starts at her stomach and I drag my tongue all the way up until my lips find the flesh between her breasts. She arches and moans as I suck away at her skin, kneading her body with my hands. Her tits are just enough to fill my palms and they feel amazing between my fingers. Her pink erect nipples taste even better in my mouth.

  “Mmmph, I need you now,” she cries.

  “I bet you do, honey,” I say. I let go of her with one hand and let it slide up under her skirt, brushing her silky smooth thigh as I go. My fingers slip underneath her panties and explore her folds. She whimpers when I touch her there and her fingers curl tighter in my hair. She's wet, hot and ready. But I want to take my time.

  I place kisses up over her chest, stopping right at the base of her neck and nipping her delicate flesh with my teeth, letting my finger circle her clit all the while. It's almost too much for her – I feel her whole body writhe beneath me as her hand grips my arm. So I press a little harder, sucking more of her skin into my mouth. She gasps in my ear, her breaths growing more and more shallow.

  “Please, I need you inside me now” she whines into my ear. But just as she hits the brink I stop.

  “Did I do something wrong?” she asks.

  I can't help but chuckle at how precious she is. “No baby, you're doing everything right. I’m going to make you feel real good.”

  I slide down her body, running my hands over her legs, rubbing her thighs and pushing them far enough apart to fit my head. My head disappears beneath her tiny cheer skirt and I kiss her inner thighs first, licking the soft flesh before sucking it into my mouth. Her pussy is wet and juicy and just calling for me. I kiss her lips and then let my tongue slip between her dripping folds, lapping up her juices. I hear her release a long, guttural groan like I've never heard from her before and it's almost enough to make my dick stand at attention. Again. My tongue finds her clit and massages it – for her this is torture and I'm loving every minute of it.

  I give her a taste of what she wants, while getting a taste of my own. I push my tongue inside her, slowly. She pants with anticipation as I slide into her, feeling her clench around me. My hands grip her thigh and her hip as I fuck her slowly with my tongue, sliding it in and out of her depths. Instinctively she grinds against my face, helping me to go deeper inside of her.

  “I can't, uuuaaaagh!”

  She gushes all around me and I revel in how sweet her pussy tastes.

  I pull back on to my knees with a wry smile on my face, her juices a mess all over my chin while I’m watching her come down from her high.

  “Get up,” I command her.

  Still panting, she looks at me as if I'm crazy.

  “Up. Now,” I repeat sternly.

  With a confused look on her face she struggles to bring herself up to her feet. Her feet look a bit wobbly and she looks in awe of me.

  “Are you going to fuck me again?”

  Damn sure I am.

  “Turn around and put your hands against the lockers.”

  She looks to her left and is about to do just that until something washes over her face. “No,” she says defiantly.

  My eyes grow wide with anger. “Do as I say. I know best, remember?”

  She smirks and shakes her head as she backs away from me. “Nope. I'm not listening to you.”

  “How dare you defy me?”

  She giggles and replies, “I'm not defying you. You just have to catch me first.” And then she takes off running.

  And oh how I love the chase.

  Chapter 6

  She's fast, but not faster than me. I let her believe she is though by running up behind her and almost catching her. My feet push off the floor hard as we race through the locker room and down the dark corridor, until we make it into the gym, where this all started. Her white sneaker squeak against the newly waxed floor. She's almost at the door but before she makes it I quicken my pace, reaching out and grabbing her around the waist, lifting her high off the floor.

  She pretends to struggle against me as I drag her back to the bleachers.

  “You caught me and now you get to have your way with me.”

  I set her own on her knees, perched behind her on my knees. She looks back at me over her shoulder, her lips pink and pouty.

  “And you can put it anywhere you want,” she says as she bends herself over the bleacher.

  “Don't mind if I do,” I say.

  I take her ankles and spread them wide apart, my knees settling inside of hers. Her hands grip the edge of the next step up, willing and waiting to take whatever I give her. I look down at that sweet, soft ass of hers, her curve hanging out from beneath the pleats of her skirt giving me just a taste what's underneath. I grope her cheek, making her coo while I stroke myself with my other hand. It doesn't take much for me to get hard again. Hell I'm not sure if I ever went soft.

  I grip her hips and push her cheer skirt up higher until she's completely exposed. My hands trail down until they're planted firmly on her, giving her a good squeeze which always seems to make her moan. I open her up, running my thumb over her puckered asshole and pushing the tip inside. She instantly clenches and her body stiffens.