Chapter 4

I was going crazy hiding in the closet and watching Leah masturbate while gazing at her hot body in the mirror. She turns herself on and cums hard. Being a cheerleader, performing in public in a short skirt, spreading her legs, exposing her white, cheer panties. It must arouse her no doubt as it does her cheermates. I do know that, in fact, it does arouse them.

Troy told me that Leah had mini orgasms when she cheered. She told her cheermate, who happened to be Troy’s sister. She was envious of Leah, jealous, and a gossip. She told Troy and he told me. (No wonder her cheer panties were soaked after a game. It was more than just sweat. It was pussy juice from her orgasms!) His sister also told him that lot of the cheerleaders get horny when they cheer. (His sister, too? I need to know.)

(I was thinking they must fuck like “rabbits in heat” after a big game. And Leah, if she didn’t hook up with some football player, would come home and masturbate. I could often hear her when I pressed my ear to our mutual bedroom wall. She would moan and cry out when she orgasmed. I imagined as she fingered her pussy, and stabbed it with her cuke, she would think about all those people in the stands looking between her legs-- and all those old, perv dads craving to fuck a young, hot cunt like hers. And those lonely, pimply-faced boys her age who would jack off at home, thinking about her and the cheer squad. She would orgasm hard. As I listened, knowing she was masturbating, wanting to see how she did it, made me shoot a big cum load into her dirty panties.)