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Cute brunette Kylie has gone from an undeclared coed to the model muse of a reclusive fashion designer. Captivated by his genius and aroused by his gaze, the obsession becomes mutual. Kylie might not understand why he chose her out of all the girls in the world, but she’s going to show him there’s more to his new discovery than there appears.
At that moment, I wanted my stepbrother to go down on me right there. I wanted him to rip apart my cheerleader bloomers and feast on my moist pussy. Then I wanted him to stick that cock in me, fuck me hard, and fill my pussy up with his warm white cum. I opened my eyes as I awoke. Sunlight poured in through my bedroom window. I smiled.
It was Saturday, my favorite day of the week. I was able to sleep in, I didn’t have to go to any classes, and I was free to go out and have some fun.
However, the best part about Saturday was that it was game day, and I always got to be a part of each and every game.
I was a cheerleader for Southlake University’s football team, and it was easily the best thing about going to college.
Our school colors were black and blue, and our mascot was a shoreman. Naturally, every guy that heard of our school, and who knew what our mascot was, referred to the mascot as the “seaman.”
I recently transferred to Southlake University, but my previous cheerleader experience, and my ability to perform a variety of stunts, allowed me to get onto the squad right away.
I could hear an alarm clock go off in the room next to me. My stepbrother, Bobby Williams, was awake. I could hear him groan as he hit the snooze button.
My dad recently married Bobby’s mom, and we moved into her house last month. I wasn’t used to having a new mom and a new brother, but I welcomed the change. I was glad that my father was happy again. I missed my friends back home, but I knew that moving was for the best.
I climbed out of bed and stretched, getting ready for what would hopefully be an eventful day.
I slipped off my white T-shirt, tossing it onto the floor. I played with my boobs as I stared at myself in the mirror. I didn’t like wearing a bra. No matter what bra I wore, it was always too tight. Having my boobs get held back was not a pleasant experience, especially for a girl with double Ds.
I took off my panties, kicking them off my feet and across the bedroom. I stared at my naked body in the mirror and smiled. Then I walked over to my closet, opened the doors, and pulled out my cheerleader uniform. I grabbed the top and put it on. Then I took the miniskirt and slipped that on.
The cheerleader top was dark blue with black stripes underneath the breast line. The miniskirt was black with blue sea waves all over it. It was complemented by a black bow, black socks, white tennis shoes, and light blue cheerleader briefs.
I placed a black bow in my short blonde hair and slipped the black socks and white tennis shoes onto my feet.
I held the briefs in my right hand as I walked back over to the mirror and stared at my reflection. There was nothing that made me happier than seeing myself in a cute sexy cheerleader uniform.
I lay down on the bed and prepared to make myself even happier.
I tossed the cheerleader bloomers onto my bedside desk. Then I grabbed a photo album, turned a page, and stared at a photo for a few seconds. As I stared at the photo, I placed my right hand underneath my skirt and began to rub my clitoris.
I moaned as I thought about him. I thought about his cute smile. I thought about his shirtless body. I thought about his fully erect cock. I screamed as I came all over my right hand. I raised my fingers to my mouth and drank the cum that my pussy had expelled.
No matter how many times I did it, touching myself never got old, and the orgasms that I gave myself were always amazing.
I climbed out of my bed and slipped on my bloomers. I never wore anything underneath my cheerleader underwear. I liked having easy access to all of my pleasure zones.
I was a very horny nineteen-year-old woman, but when it came to men, and women for that matter, I was a virginal creature. I was pretty shy, and I had a tough time talking to boys. Cute boys were even tougher to talk to.
I had a big crush on one guy, but I was too scared to tell him. I didn’t know what he would think or how he would react. I had several photographs of him. On several occasions, I would take the time to masturbate to pictures of his body. Someday, I would tell him. However, I didn’t have the courage to do so at the present time.
