A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch. 02 - Sex Stories

A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure Ch. 02

... a vibrating bullet that could be properly inserted into an anus or pussy. They also had a thin zipper, allowing anyone to have easy access to her pussy and ass. Yes, Becca would love this present. Saturdays were filled with pleasure, and nothing gave me more pleasure than giving lots of it to Becca. Eventually, the big Saturday arrived. The day of Becca's birthday. I planned to go over to her house and give Becca her present before we headed over to the game together. The Rasington Roosters were playing one of the worst teams in the country, the Manhattan Marauders. That meant my school's football team had a chance of losing the game by only 10 points instead of the usual 20 points. I left my apartment around Noon that day and drove over to Becca's house. Living less than five minutes away from my girlfriend was something that I did not take for granted. I pulled my vehicle into her driveway, climbed out of the car, and locked up my vehicle. I headed towards the porch, ran up the steps, and approached the front door. Becca gave me a set of spare keys to her house so I didn't have to knock on the door or ring the doorbell and wait for her to answer. The anticipation and eagerness was building up inside of me. I couldn't wait to give Becca her present and watch her get aroused more than she had ever been aroused before. I entered her house, closed the front door, walked up the stairs, and reached her bedroom. I opened the bedroom door and peeked into Becca's room. However, ...

... she wasn't there. “Becca!” I called. “Becca, where are you?” I went around the house and checked each and every room, but I couldn't find her. At that moment, I decided to go outside and see if she was in the backyard. As it turned out, Becca was in the backyard. She was sitting on the porch steps by the back door of the house. She was wearing her cheerleader uniform, and she looked absolutely gorgeous. I walked over to her and prepared to greet her. Much to my surprise, she way crying. I sat down on the porch steps beside her and attempted to comfort her. “Becca, what's wrong?” I asked. “Why are you crying?” “I got... I got... kicked off the squad!” she cried. “What?” I asked. “I don't get it! You're incredible at cheerleading! Why would they kick you off?” “Well, apparently, eating out a girl in the locker room is frowned upon in college,” she sobbed. “What?” I yelled. “That's ridiculous! It's a women's locker room! You should be able to do...” “Actually, it was in the guys' locker room,” she confessed. “Oh,” I said. “But hey, that's still wrong! I mean, it makes no sense why...” “I know!” she cried. “It's just not fair!” She buried her face in her hands and continued to cry. I was stunned by this sudden turn of events. I did not expect this at all. My favorite cheerleader was no longer going to be a cheerleader. Suddenly, I had an idea. “Well, surely, you can appeal!” I suggested. “Take it to the committee! Seriously! Maybe...” “I filed an appeal earlier this year,” she ...