Confessions of a Cheerleader - The Naked Truth - Sex Stories

Confessions of a Cheerleader - The Naked Truth

... out a great big dollop. It was so good! “Hmmm… is yours good baby?” I asked. “Yeah! You know how I love buckeye!” “I know. I’m not a peanutty person myself. Vanilla or strawberry every time.” “How can it be Vanilla or strawberry every time?” “You know what I mean, clever clogs!” “Anyway, never mind that Danny, we could see if people want leaves sweeping or whatever. It’s so windy lately, I bet people would love that. We could get one of those leaf Hoovering wotsits.” “You what? They must cost hundreds. We would be busting our ass just to break even.” “No. My uncle has one. He picked one up second hand, he’ll lend it to me if I smile sweetly.” “Wow! No one else will think of that. While they’re battling against the leaves and the wind we’ll just vroom it up! JJ you’re amazing!” “I keep telling you!” It was a cunning plan. Not only would we turn up in the richest district in town, but we would be armed with all the equipment, and save the rich folk the bother. It was audacious! Julie gave me high fives and took a portion of ice cream. As she put it in her mouth a load of toffee began to drizzle over her chin. “Ooh I’m getting in a mess!” “Allow me…” Aware that I was probably flashing my panties to anyone seated behind me, I leaned over the table and licked JJ’s chin, sliding my tongue up to her lips. “Hmmm yummy!” I looked across as a guy was being berated by his girlfriend after checking me out. I can’t say I blame him, I was hotter than his girl. I gave her my most smug look ...

... and then I looked at the guy as I licked my spoon, just to rub it in. That did it. She dragged him off in a huff. “Y’all have a nice day now!” I said, but she just gave me a cold stare. Loser. ********************************** It was not so warm on the Saturday morning, but not really cold either. Julie’s uncle dropped us off in his truck at Milledge, complete with our leaf litter vacuum. We wore our alternate red and white kits with thigh high white socks. It kept our legs warm but also acted as a sexy addition, and would keep the guys keen. “Which way, do think, JJ?” I asked. “Biggest houses are up there,” she said, pointing to where the street bent round to the left. “Okay. Most of these places are quite tidy, hope we get some business.” We spotted a really big mansion, with pillars in front of the door. That’s always a good sign. We rang the bell, which seemed unnecessarily loud and were shortly greeted by a guy in his cardigan and sporting a thick mouse-like moustache. He looked like a retired Army colonel or something. We explained the situation and he showed us around the back, where his garden was a bit messy more than anything, due to the efforts of his grandchildren. He was a kind, avuncular old man. He made us a coffee and a cookie each. He said he would pay us forty dollars, even though he didn’t need that much work. His wife was away and he watched us work from his kitchen window. We made sure we did plenty of bending down in his direction, as we rearranged his ...