Chapter 105.- Cheerleader Uniforms and a Night of Desire! (R-18)

Momo stared at her bedroom ceiling, the phone facedown on the comforter and her heart pounding hard. The cheerleader uniform was still on, the short skirt rumpled around her hips and the crimson top still tight against her chest.

What have I done?

She brought her hands to her face and let out a muffled groan. The image stayed fresh in her mind: her reflection in the mirror wearing that scandalous uniform, and the exact moment she pressed the send button.

Doing these things again. What kind of proper young lady sends those kinds of photos to a boy?

But even as she scolded herself, she couldn't deny the thrill still burning in her chest. The feeling of having shared something forbidden, of having shown a part of herself she'd always kept hidden, was... intoxicating.

She got up from the bed and walked toward the full length mirror in the corner of her room, studying herself carefully. Her cheeks were still slightly flushed and her eyes shone with a different kind of light.

I feel different.

The crimson uniform with white trim hugged her body in a way she'd never imagined possible. The top barely contained her breasts, stretched taut against the elastic fabric, while the skirt was so short she had to tug at the hem with both hands to make sure it covered what it needed to cover.

This is... so revealing.

But she couldn't look away. The crimson fabric brought out the paleness of her skin and the cut accentuated her curves, while the short pleated skirt left her legs exposed, long and toned. When she moved slightly, the hem lifted just enough to reveal the edge of her panties.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands still tugging at the hem. The mirror reflected back her image: a girl with black hair and gray eyes, dressed in a cheerleader uniform that made her feel bold and a little exposed.

And above all, aroused.

Did Ren-kun like the photo?

The question floated in her mind while her fingers moved unconsciously over the fabric of the uniform. The skirt was so short they brushed the bare skin of her thighs with every movement. Momo felt a shiver run down her spine when she noticed that the skin under the fabric had become more sensitive to the touch.

She rose from the bed and walked slowly toward the mirror, though this time she didn't stop in front of it. She circled around and stood with her back to it, turning her head to look at her reflection over her shoulder. The uniform hugged her backside in a way that made her hold her breath, the skirt lifted just slightly at the rear, revealing the edge of her white panties.

How do I look from behind?, she wondered, and the thought made her blush even more.

She leaned forward a little, propping her hands on the bed, and watched how the movement made the skirt ride up a few more inches. The sight of her own body, exposed and vulnerable, woke a sensation inside her that she couldn't ignore.

The heat between her legs grew and Momo felt a wetness that surprised her. She straightened up and her hands returned to the hem, though this time to lift it.

What am I doing?

The question came too late, her fingers had already slipped under the skirt, brushing the fabric of her panties. The sensation made her tremble and she pressed a hand against the mirror to keep her balance, the cold glass against her palm offering a pleasant contrast to the heat building in her skin.

Her fingers moved with more intent, pressing the damp fabric against her body. A moan escaped her mouth and Momo bit her lip to silence it, even though there was no one in the house. Her parents were at a business dinner and the servants had finished their shift hours ago.

I'm alone.

The thought freed her in some way. She set aside the shame and let herself feel. Her fingers found the edge of her panties and slid them to one side, exposing her skin to the cool air of the room. The direct contact made her arch her back and press her forehead against the mirror.

This is...

She didn't finish the thought, her fingers were already moving over her clit, tracing slow circles that quickened with every breath. The image in the mirror was too obscene: her body bent forward, skirt lifted, panties pushed aside and her fingers disappearing between her legs.

But she still couldn't look away.

If Ren-kun could see me like this, she thought, and the thought made her shudder. Like this, with the uniform on, touching myself...

The image of him watching her pushed her to a new level of arousal. Her fingers moved faster and her breathing turned ragged, the pleasure growing inside her like a wave that built and threatened to overflow.

But it wasn't enough.

Momo straightened up and walked over to the desk against the opposite wall. It was an elegant piece of dark wood, with rounded edges and a smooth surface. On top of it rested a few books, a vase with dried flowers, and her makeup case. She stopped in front of it and rested her hands on the edge, leaning forward slightly.

The skirt rode up on its own, exposing her backside completely. Momo looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw her own body, bent over and offered, and felt a heat so intense she could barely breathe.

What am I doing?, she asked herself again, though this time the question didn't carry the same urgency.

She rested the weight of her body against the desk and felt the edge of the wood press against her pelvis. It was cold and firm, a perfect contrast to the heat of her skin. She moved her hips slightly, letting the edge of the desk graze her crotch through the thin fabric of her panties.

"Ah..." A low moan escaped her lips.

But she wanted more. With a quick motion she hooked her fingers under the elastic of the top and pulled it up, leaving her breasts uncovered. The fabric bunched at her collarbone and her breasts hung completely free, the nipples already hard and sensitive. She leaned in even further, pressing her bare torso against the smooth surface of the desk. The wood was cold and the direct contact against her skin made her gasp.

"Ngh..."

She began to move, slowly at first, rubbing her breasts against the polished wood while her hips swayed against the edge. The friction on her nipples was delicious, a firm caress that intensified with every sway. Her hands gripped the edge of the desk and her white knuckles clenched the wood while the pleasure spread from her chest down to the center of her belly.

"Mmmhh..." she moaned, louder this time. "Yes..."

Her hips moved with more determination now, rubbing the wetness of her panties against the corner of the furniture. The wood slid against her crotch, finding the exact spot that made her knees shake. Her breasts flattened against the desk, the nipples brushing the wood with every movement, and the double sensation was driving her crazy.

"Ah... ah..."

In a frenzied burst, she swung her arm without thinking and her elbow struck the vase of dried flowers, which flew through the air and shattered against the floor. The books toppled one after another and the makeup case popped open on impact, scattering powders and brushes across the carpet, but Momo didn't stop. The arousal clouded her senses and the chaos around her only added intensity to the moment.

"More, I want more..."

She tried to turn to find a deeper pressure, but her feet slipped on a book that had fallen. She lost her balance with a stifled cry.

"Ah!"

Her body tipped backward, and in that clumsy motion, her backside slammed straight into the corner of the desk. The wood, hard and unforgiving, drove right into the center, and the force of the impact transmitted directly to her crotch, compressing her clit with an unexpected violence.

"KYAHHHHHH... MGH... NGH!"

Her eyes shot wide open and her back arched violently while the orgasm hit her without mercy. The waves came one after another, each contraction more intense than the last. A wet, viscous sound accompanied the spasm inside her while the wetness of her arousal spilled over the wood. Her fingers clutched the edge of the desk with such force that her nails scratched into the surface.

"Aahh... nngh... ahhh..." Her moans came broken and uneven, her body trembling out of control, her legs limp and her breasts still exposed while the climax shook her with overwhelming intensity.

What... what's happening...?

She couldn't think. The corner of the desk kept pressing against her, and every small movement of her convulsing body produced a new wave of pleasure. The sound of her own wetness sliding against the wood was obscene, but she couldn't stop.

"Nghhh... mmmhh..."

Finally, the waves began to recede, leaving her trembling and breathless. She stayed there, bent over the desk, with her breasts still bare against the wood and the skirt lifted. The uniform was wrinkled and damp with sweat, and the floor was a disaster of scattered books, dried flowers, and makeup powder.

"That... that was..." she whispered, unable to find the words.

She straightened up slowly, her legs still weak, and fixed the top to cover her breasts, the damp fabric clinging to her skin. She walked toward the bed with clumsy steps, leaving behind a trail of fallen objects and the scent of her own arousal.

She sat on the edge of the bed, her hands resting at her sides and her gaze unfocused. The phone was still on the comforter, untouched, and she picked it up with fingers that hadn't quite stopped trembling.

Did he like the photo?, she wondered, though this time the question didn't fill her with anxiety.

She smiled, a slow and satisfied smile, and lay back on the comforter. The uniform was still on, wrinkled and stained, and Momo had no intention of taking it off.

I'll save it... for next time.

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