A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure - Sex Stories

A Saturday of Cheerleader Pleasure

... was into her and tell her all about my sexual fantasies. Maybe one day I would have the nerve to talk to Becca and tell her how I felt about her. But admiring her sexy body from a distance was all I was capable of doing for now. One evening, I was at my apartment, getting ready to head down to the stadium and set up for tonight's football game against the Preston Pussycats. Suddenly, my libido went nuts, and I felt the need to rub one out. I turned on my TV and DVD player and decided to watch one of my homemade movies. A few seconds later, footage of Becca stretching and practicing her cheer routine appeared on my screen. I dropped my pants and boxers and watched the show. I got hard almost immediately. A few drops of fluid leaked out of my cock as I watched Becca shake her ass. It had been raining that day, and her bloomers were getting soaked, which meant that I could see her round ass in its full glory. I grabbed the lubricant beside me and prepared to pour it out of the bottle and onto my cock. At that moment, the doorbell rang. I groaned loudly. I did not enjoy having my private time interrupted. It took me about thirty seconds to pull my pants and boxers back on, pause the DVD player, turn off my television, and head downstairs. I opened the front door to see who was there. Much to my surprise, Becca was standing on my front porch. She was wearing her sexy little cheerleader uniform. I couldn't believe my eyes. Why was she at my place? “Hey,” she said. “Hi, Becca. Uh, ...

... what are you doing here?” I asked. “Yeah, I'm kinda having a bad day,” she remarked. “My car broke down, and I don't have any jumper cables with me. Do you have any that I could use?” “Yeah, sure,” I remarked. I walked over to a nearby cabinet and pulled out some jumper cables. I walked over to her and handed them to her. “I also gotta use the bathroom,” Becca added. “Is it alright if I use yours?” “Yeah, sounds good,” I replied. “I'll get your car started up, and it should be good to go once you're done.” “Sounds good. I'll see you soon,” she remarked. She handed me back the jumper cables, gave me her car keys, and headed into my apartment. Holy crap, I thought. The girl of your dreams is in your apartment. She is here, and she can be yours. However, I chose to ignore my dirty mind, and I headed outside to start up her car. It took me less than one minute to get her car started up. I sat on the hood of her car and waited for Becca to emerge from my apartment. Ten minutes passed by, but she never came out. Fearing the worst, I ran back to my apartment, leaped onto the front porch, opened the front door, and ran inside. “Hey, Becca, are you okay?” I asked. “Becca?” I closed the door and ran up the stairs, hoping that I would find her. I could hear the television in my bedroom. I felt my heart drop. I hoped she wasn't watching what I think she was watching. I slowly opened my bedroom door and peeked inside. I gasped when I saw my television monitor and what was playing on it. ...