Confessions of a Cheerleader - The Naked Truth - Sex Stories

Confessions of a Cheerleader - The Naked Truth

... “Thanks.” It was palatial. So big! His living space was one big area with a fabulous-looking dining room, complete with candelabra. At one corner was a metal spiral staircase, which was really funky. His TV was like fifty inches or something and there was a beautiful white Persian rug in front of the hearth, which had a proper stone chimney wall. “I’ll show you round in a bit, if you like. I’m Clayton by the way. All my friends call me Clay.” “That’s a nice name,” I said. I’m Danny, this is JJ.” JJ smiled sweetly and giggled. “How did you get this place, anyhow?” asked JJ, cheekily. “Julie!” “No, it’s okay. I’m a property developer. I studied hard, put in all long hours and well, here I am.” “Impressive!” “You get your grades girls, opens up so many opportunities.” “We’ll remember that.” “Good. For now though, I suppose you girls need paying.” I nodded. “Would be good.” “It’s nice to see you dressed for the weather, by the way. I’ve always approved of the Cheerleader’s uniform.” “I bet you have,” said JJ. “Just being honest. There you go… forty dollars each okay?” “Wow! That’s awesome, thank you!” “I’ll point you in the right direction when you leave. The guy with the red Mercedes parked outside…” “Yeah?” “It’s his Sunday run-around. He has a Roller in the garage.” “No kidding!” “Straight up! 1964 Silver Shadow.” “We’ll go there, JJ!” I said. “Yup!” It had reached that point when it would have been polite to turn and go, but I got the feeling that he enjoyed our company. ...

... “So, you were saying. Our uniform?” “Yeah.” “Did you ever wonder what was worn underneath?” “Well, now that you mention it.” I stood with my legs apart and put a finger to my lips. “Well, what say you give us a tour of upstairs and me and JJ will give you our own little tour?” Clay gulped. He looked at me and then Julie. We were both braless and wearing our skimpiest white panties. It wouldn’t take a lot to show him everything. I was beginning to get ‘thoughts’ and it was making me really horny. “Wow! It looks like what I heard about cheerleaders is all true.” “You mean like what we get up to in the showers, after game?” said JJ, pulling me by the waist and planting a soft kiss on my lips. “Oh fuck! You’re so hot!” I turned to JJ again but gave her a more lingering kiss, hoping that we would get Clay properly fired up. Of course, we knew exactly what we were doing. No doubt cheerleaders were his guilty pleasure, and why not? I was proud of the job we did and what we represented. As a cheerleader, I realize I was an icon of my gender. A symbol of free sex and rampant college parties. For me cocking a snook at the woollen-clad goody goodies was all part of the fun. We didn’t care for politeness and the fussiness of etiquette. We were young, fit and sexy and we liked to fuck. Meanwhile, Clay was like a cat on hot coals and went to shield the front of his pants with two hands. “Maybe I should give you that tour?” he said. “Up there?” said JJ, pointing to the staircase. Clay nodded, ...