Jennifer Wilson was just starting her senior year of high school at St.
Luke’s, and her first few weeks had been unforgettable. She had been introduced to the wonderful world of sex, highlighted by an orgy with her cousin and a room full of men.
Little Jenny’s cousin had suddenly moved back with her mom just a week before, and Jenny missed Susie terribly. She often looked at a framed photo of the two girls in their cheerleading uniforms, reminiscing about the hotel cheerleader orgy that had brought them closer together than they had ever been.
Jenny was the kind of girl every guy at school would like to date. She had grown to 5’10” with a 32-22-28 “B”-cup figure, blonde hair to about the middle of her back, and lovely blue eyes beneath sweet blonde bangs. When she smiled, her cute dimples enhanced an incredibly cute face with a clear complexion. Jenny also had slender, attractive legs, with slightly knobby knees that only accented her schoolgirl cuteness.
Unfortunately, Jenny’s looks were such that the guys at school all falsely thought that she was unattainable, each thinking that there must be some other guy who was the lucky recipient of her affections.
Jenny didn’t mind. She had fucked several of the boys at school recently and was not impressed. From her experiences, she preferred sex with adult men by far, because they knew how to satisfy a young lady.
Once again, it was football game night, and the squad was again eager to show off the cheers and dance routines they had been working on during the summer.
She finished putting on her cheerleading uniform for the evening’s game.
As the young varsity cheerleader sat on the edge of her bed and tied her cheering shoes, she thought she heard her mom come into the house downstairs. It surprised her, because her mom wasn’t supposed to be home from work until later that night.
Jenny had wanted to ask her mom about her schedule for the weekend, so she figured this would be a good chance to do so. Jenny didn’t have her own car yet, so she either had to borrow her mom’s whenever she wanted to get somewhere, or rely on her friend, Angie Walker, to take her. Since she was an 18-year-old senior, she really wanted a car of her own, but she needed more money to make it happen, and she didn’t want a regular job.
After all, she’d have a hard time being a cheerleader if she did have the standard after-school job.
Jenny had made a nice bundle of cash from the hotel room orgy, and she dreamed of parlaying her innocent looks and fresh sexual skills as a good source of income.
She opened her bedroom door and walked downstairs.
“Hey, mom?” she called out.
There wasn’t any answer.
Jenny turned the corner to the living room, where she saw her mom’s brother, Bill, on the couch. He was fumbling with the TV remote control, and it was pretty obvious to Jenny that he had been drinking.
He turned and looked at Jenny.
“Oh, hi!” he answered.
Uncle Bill and Aunt Karen lived about a mile away, but Bill visited his sister quite often.
“I heard somebody come in, and I thought you were mom,” Jenny told him.
“No, just me,” he smiled. “Where’s your mom, anyway?”
“She was supposed to be working late tonight, so she won’t be home until nine or ten,” Jenny said.
Uncle Bill nodded.
“So, what are you up to?” he inquired.
“Just getting ready for the game tonight,” she answered.
He gazed intently at his niece, standing before him in her cheerleading uniform.
“I guess so...” he mused, as his fuck-hungry eyes devoured her luscious teen figure.
The skinny senior was wearing one of her new uniforms for the year.
While the uniforms from the previous year were all red and white, the girls had added new uniforms with black added to the color combination.
Jenny wore a shell top that zipped down the back. It was black across the back, with a red/white/black trim that crossed her shoulders and ran down both sides. The front of the shell was white on the top, black on the bottom, with the same red/white/black striped trim separating the color scheme in a “V”-shape.
Across the white top of her shell were the letters “SLHS” in a script fashion, for St. Luke’s High School. Under the shell top, Jenny wore a tight, thin white long-sleeved turtleneck bodysuit top that ended with an elastic band just below her breasts.
Jenny’s cheerleading skirt was quite short, hemming out very high on her delicious, shapely thighs. It was black, with twelve alternating red and white box pleats. In addition, the same red/white/black trim pattern ringed the hem of the tiny skirt.
Below about eight inches of luscious, teenage thighs, her slightly knobby knees only enhanced her youthful innocence. Her calves were encased in a pair of white knee socks, pulled up smartly to just below her kneecaps.
Her white knee socks had a four-inch-wide black band near the top, embroidered with the white initials “SLHS”. Two thin red bands circled her socks, one about an inch above and one below the black band.
White athletic shoes with black trim completed her uniform for the evening.
Jenny hadn’t seen her uncle look at her before in the way he was staring at her now.
“You know,” he reflected, “I hadn’t realized what a grown-up woman you’ve become.”
Jenny smiled, wondering what her uncle was up to, and how much he’d been drinking.
Uncle Bill stood up and approached her slowly, then placed his hands on her sides, tracing his fingertips slowly down the trim on her shell top and onto her pleated skirt.
“Uncle Bill, you’ve been drinking again, haven’t you?” Jenny inquired.
His hands caressed her pleats until they reached her warm skin. Then, he reached under the hem of her skirt and slid his hands up underneath.
Jenny tried to back away, but he had her pressed up against the wall.
“Uncle Bill, you shouldn’t be doing this,” she chided him.
He pressed up against the sweet, young cheerleader. Jenny could feel his swollen manhood through the pleats of her skirt.
“Why not?” he asked.
Young Jenny now felt his hands caressing her ass through her cheerleading panties. She felt so turned on by this unexpected situation, but a bit embarrassed at the same time.
“Because it’s just not right. What would Aunt Karen say?”
Uncle Bill softly pressed his lips to hers and kissed her. She didn’t respond. He kissed her again. This time, she tentatively kissed him back.
Jenny was confused. She knew this was wrong, yet she was so excited.
As Uncle Bill kissed her a third time, she opened her mouth slightly. Her tongue met his.
The teen cheerleader was overcome with passion. She eagerly thrust her tongue into her uncle’s waiting mouth as his fingertips probed under the elastic legband of her cheer panties. He slowly started to tug on them, when Jenny disengaged their kiss.