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Cheerleaders Were the Best

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One of many fond memories


Reading all these stories always brings back some fond memories. Here is one of them.

When I was 17-years-old, I had just started seeing this fantastic looking girl from a nearby school. She invited me over to watch her cheer for a basketball game. I soon found out she was little Miss Popular, the head cheerleader type of girl.

After this game we decided to drive back to my house. My parents were home, so we went into my room. In minutes we were making out and ended up on my bed. She ends up pushing me down on my back and straddles me. I'm loving every minute of it as we're heavily going at it. My dick was already hard prior to her straddling me, but now she starts grinding away, dry fucking me. I'm in heaven and start to rub her pussy through her clothes imagining her lips around my dick.

Now she was still in her cute little maroon and gold outfit, but had put a pair of sweatpants on beneath her skirt after the game. So I'm rubbing like crazy, imagining her sweet little spot as she's grinding away. The part that was so memorable was this wet, hot spot she had formed through her panties, the undershort piece beneath her cheerleader skirt (don't know the name, but know she had it on), and finally the sweatpants were literally soaked through and through. It was so hot, wet and sticky, along with the fact that she was the first girl I ever had moaning out loud and actually panting, I blew my load right in my pants. The whole time oblivious that my parents were home.

My mom then knocks on the door and asks us what's going on, so we jump up and act like nothing is wrong. Gee, like my mom had no idea what was going on.

So we head out and I drive her home. After that we got into a fight over something stupid and never see each other again. Funny, I've jerked off over that night many times, and often wished we had gone further. Ah well, those were the times.



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