Chapter 1
Brrrrrrr
My phone vibrates against the dashboard as I make my way home in rush hour traffic. It's my newlywed wife Holly, like clockwork. I pick up immediately to see what she needs.
“Hey Hun, what's going on?”
“Hey babe,” she answers, “can you do me a really big favor?”
I freeze in the car seat, hoping this has nothing to do with her best friend’s daughter – Haley who’s been staying with us for the past three months .
“Uuuh...sure?” I reply nervously.
Ever since I fucked Haley in a hotel room on her nineteenth birthday night I've done my best to ignore and avoid her, as cold as that might seem.
Haley seems a bit hurt by it, but she'll survive. In fact, she's better off this way. And luckily my wife is none the wiser – too busy on the job to really notice the palpable tension whenever the two of us are in the same room.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah, yeah, I'm fine.”
“Okay. You sounded a bit hesitant.”
I shake my head as if she can actually see me. “Nope, not at all. Shoot.”
“Well I'll be late tonight so can you pick up some dinner please?”
Phew. Dodged a bullet. I thought this would have something to do with a certain you-know-who.
“Yeah, not a prob,” I reply with a chuckle.
“And can you also pick Haley up from cheer practice?”
Shit.
“Babe?” she asks when I don't reply immediately.
“Hey, yeah, I'm here.”
“So can you pick her up?”
“I—of course. Sure. I'll head over there now.”
“Thanks a bunch. She had to stay late to try on the new uniforms or something so I didn't get a chance to pick her up like I had hoped.”
“Not a prob. See you tonight.”
“Love you!”
“Love you too.”
This will indeed be the death of me.
Chapter 2
I text Haley as soon as I pull up to the school, telling her I'm waiting outside and to come out whenever she's ready. Clearly she's not, because she reads my text but doesn't respond. Just as well – it's not as if I'm in any rush to see her in her cheer leading uniform and have to drive home 20 minutes with her long, tan legs stretched up on the dash. Hell, I don't even want to think about it.
I lean my seat back and start flipping through the emails on my phone, eventually clicking to Facebook. After that I run out of things to do and start to get bored. I glance at the clock and it' been almost 45 minutes since I texted her initially and I start to regret my earlier sentiment.
Right as I get ready to text her again I get an alert. It's from Haley.
Haley: Hey can u come to the gym pls.
I swallow hard.
Me: Do u need help with something?
I wait impatiently, tapping my fingers against the armrest, for her reply.
Haley: It's getting late I don't want to walk out there by myself.
I let out a long sigh and unbuckle my seat belt. Holly would kill me if I said no to that.
She'd also kill me if she knew what I didn't say no to.
I exit the car, locking it behind me, and make my way to the gym. The school is like a maze – it looks nothing like my high school. It's all out doors and the campus just goes in every direction. With no one else around to give me directions, I kinda get lost before I eventually find the gym, which is tucked away all the way in the rear of the campus.
As I enter, I notice the gym is pretty much deserted sans three girls standing in the middle of the court. Haley is in the center of the group, hugging the other girls and saying good bye to them before they turn and make their way towards me. The two girls just look at me with wide eyes and then laugh to themselves as they bound off. My eyes narrow and I get paranoid – just how much has Haley told them?
As they leave my eye trail off to her. She smiles as she bounds towards me, her bright red pleated skirt swaying around her hips as she walks, and her blonde ponytail bouncing along with it.
“Hi Ethan,” she says with a wide smile.
“Hey Haley,” I reply, in a much less chipper tone than hers. She might be only 19 but she sure is handling herself better around me than vice versa. “You ready to get going?”
She shakes her head. “Not exactly. I still have to make the final decision about the new uniforms. I need your help.”
“My help? For what?” I mean, I don’t know jack shit about cheer leading.
“I just need your opinion.”
Oh no. Nope. I'm not falling for this one again.
“Sorry honey but I can't help you with that.”
She starts to pout in response, her big green eyes becoming even rounder than usual.
“But why?”
“Because...because I don't know anything about girls cheer leading uniforms! What kind of help would I be anyways?”
She sighs, shifting her weight to one foot.
“No, I just have to pick one that's 'parent approved',” she says, completely with air quotes. “It's my job since I'm team captain. So I need parental opinion so since you’re a “parents” I need advice from you .”
Here we go again.
I mean, when she pleads with me with those eyes and those lips, I just can't say no.
“Alright, fine. Just show me the suits then.”
Her face instantly lights up.
“Yay, thank you!” she says, leaning in and wrapping her arms around me. “Come, they're back here.”
She starts off across the gym but I don't follow her.
“Yeah, I'll just wait here on the bleachers for you.”
She turns back towards me and says, “There's five suits so we'll get done a lot quicker if you come with me to the locker room.”
The fucking locker room. The girls’ locker room. This can't be real.
“I...”
“Please?” she asks, batting her eyes.
Well that didn't take much.
“Yeah, alright. Which way is it?”
She waves me along and says, “Just follow me.”
Chapter 3
She leads me out the back of the gym, across a small corridor and into a smaller building. The sign above the door clearly says “Girls Locker Room” so yeah, we're in the right place.
Although the layout of the school is pretty different from what I remember, everything on the inside so far looks pretty much the same, especially the locker room. It's small, cramped and pretty dimly lit, and their lockers are a lot smaller than ours were. She leads me past a few rows of them before coming to the end. I already know which locker is hers by the glitter heart stickers covering it.
“So, like I said there's five new styles,” she says as she opens her locker up and pulls out five packs, all folded up neatly in poly bags. “I'm so glad to get rid of this one it's just too...I don't know, matronly or something.”
“Matronly?” I say with a laugh. “How on earth is that matronly?”
She looks up at me with that 'do you actually know anything?' type of expression that teenagers just love giving adults.
“Look how long the skirt is,” she says, twirling the pleats between her fingers. “It's disgusting.”
With a whip of her blonde ponytail she turns back around and unfolds one of the uniforms. And before I can say anything she's whipping her cheer-top up over her head and discarding it on the floor beside us.
“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.
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