From Becca to Cheryl

Hillman had more confidence when he re-entered the party. He stood on the edge of the crowd, gazing toward toward Cheryl, holding the ball in his pocket. He thought hard, picturing Cheryl in the den inside the house. He saw in his mind's eye that she was pulling her cheerleader sweater over her head. He envisioned her playing with her tits when he walked in on her, and she invited him to join her.

His hand heated up, and he glanced down enough to see a dull glow through his jeans. He looked up in time to see the head cheerleader making excuses and walking into the house. Hillman followed her discreetly. She headed straight for the den. After she entered, he walked past quietly, giving her time to act. After thirty seconds, he went back and opened the door.

In the time he'd left her alone, Cheryl had taken her sweater off. She was facing away from the door. Hillman enjoyed the expanse of her back, only a thin bra strap covering her unblemished skin. She turned at the sound of the door closing. Her smile was sexy and full of wicked promises. Her hands cupped her large breasts, playing with her nipples through the silky material of her bra.

"There you are, Hillman. I need these puppies massaged, and you're just the guy to do it. Let me give you full access to them." Cheryl reached behind her back, which thrust her tits out front and jiggled them. She sighed as the bra came loose and revealed her magnificent breasts.

Permission granted, Hillman quickly closed with the cheerleader and grasped her orbs, panting in his excitement. She moaned at his touch, taking her hands off her body and putting them on his. She caressed his hip with one hand and fumbled with his zipper with the other. When he ducked lower to suck a nipple, she clutched his head to her chest.

Cheryl's outbursts were long and arousing. He started on move down her body with his kisses, but the cheerleader lifted his chin up and grabbed his hand. He straightened as she finished with his pants, and pulled them and his underwear down to the floor. He stepped out as she assisted. She led him to the couch and pushed him into the cushion, sitting. "I don't have any panties on, Hillman. You've got me so hot, I'm just going to fuck you." She straddled his hips, pressing his cock against her sparsely hairy mound. He was a little disappointed that her skirt covered everything, but Cheryl saw the look in his eye, unsnapped the side of the skirt, and took it off over her head. She was completely naked.