Chapter 8

Nancy was in her cheerleading uniform for a big game. She looked luscious in the dark-blue skirt, the white pleats, her white vest full of her teener tits. Her tanned legs looked delicious, encased in the blue-knee sox, the blue-and-white tennies. She had her hair in double ponytails, parted in the middle, bangs on her forehead.

She met Chrissie after class.

"You ready to go turn 'em on again?" Chrissie asked.

"Sure."

"Let's really be sexy today, okay?"

"You wanna?"

"Yeah, I wanna get nasty today. I'm horny and hot. How 'bout you?" Chris asked.

"Seems like whenever I get my uniform on I get hot," Nancy answered.

"I know, I know," Chris said.

They walked to the football stadium. Nancy scanned the stands. The seats were filled. She saw Mr. Milton high up, lifting a telescopic lens to his eye. She knew he was focusing in on her.

She took the field with the girls.

The band banged out a fast song, and the girls shoved their hips exaggeratedly to the right, bumped, then swung them salaciously to the left and bumped.

Nancy bumped hot and good. Then she went into a long set of high kicks, her tiny blue skirt flying high over her tight, cunny-crunching, sky-blue panties. Her muffin sweetness bulged snugly into the tight pair of blue bloomers. Her blue knee socks flew high as her luscious leg lifted, her crotch a bright slash of blue.

She saw Mr. Milton clicking away at her, and she smiled seductively. She saw him with the binoculars, and she could see him move the glasses from Chrissie to her.

Nancy bent over, turned around. Her skirt skipped up over her precious rump.

Chris bent over salaciously. She put her palms flat on the ground, her legs spread wide in a big V, her kissable ass gloriously gloved by the bright-blue panties, the slick material clutching her asscheeks in cupcake creaminess.

The girls wiggled their asses.

Nancy loved cheerleading. Her sweet little cunt juiced. A shimmering tingle of excitement sizzled through her. Like Chris, Nancy was bent way over, hands touching the ground, legs set wide apart, her rump arched. She looked back and up at the stands.

She saw another man taking pictures of her. She slowly swung her ass to the right, to the left, wiggled her asscheeks, and thrilled to the voyeuristic antics of the man shooting pictures.

I'll bet he's got a big hard prick in his pants, Nancy thought.

Her pussy sizzled. Nancy loved the idea of men watching her cheer, showing off to men with juicy prick hards squirting in their hot shorts. She seared the field with her moves. There was something about being scantily clad, knowing that men were excited over her, that gave her a wonderful rush, a feeling of power, a thrilling excitement.

Nancy was so hot by the time she'd finished her cheer before the half that she thought the gooshy goo oozing from her cunt would seep through her blue panties.

Chrissie went with one of the other girls to smoke a cigarette. Nancy didn't want one. She was trembling and too excited. She went to get a Coke.

She got a Coke and Mr. Towson walked up. He leaned toward her.

"You really got me hot," he whispered.

Nancy smiled up at him.

"Meet me."

"Where?"

"Anywhere, let's see, the offices are locked at the school."

"I could meet you in the faculty men's room, sir."

"Yes, great. I'll be in there. Perfect. No one will come over there."

He left and walked toward the school house.

Nancy sipped her Coke, her body tingling. She waited a minute, then ambled to the school, went in and walked to the men's room. She knocked. The hallway was empty as she checked to the right, then the left.