Part 2: Dawn, love of your life

With a head swimming in the strange way this night suddenly went, you stay outside your own bedroom door. You wonder for a moment if you might have broken something that was building between you and Dawn. You have wanted her for so long, and she has teased you even longer, and even though it all seemed like a game at times, you felt something was bound to happen in the end. And with a certain promise of it not becoming a onetime thing, you wonder if you lost something in the process. Inside Dawn might still be waiting for you, and if she does you steel a promise in your heart that you’ll stay true to her.

You open the door with some trepidation of the possible disappointment, and feel you heart lighten as you see the figure on the bed. Lying on her side on the bed, is Dawn with her propping up her head as she awaits you entering. She is not in her pyjamas though, as she has changed into her school cheerleader outfit. You stay there with your chin dropping, as it once more becomes a dawning reality on your mind that you have a beautiful teenage cheerleader, and a captain no less, lying on your bed and waiting to once more be your lover. Her long wavy blonde hair cascades down over her shoulders and onto the bed and she just lifts her hands and beckons you inside with a finger. You step inside still stunned at the image before you, and when the door finally is closed you also find your voice.

“Wow, you look stunning. You should have your hair loose more often.” You say in clear honesty, your eyes drinking in her visage.
“This even exceeds a man’s dreams, finding something as amazing as you on his bed.”

She giggles, and asks with a playful finger near her lips, ”So you like it?”

You only nod.

“You haven’t even seen the best part, lover.” She purrs and with that she starts lifting the free leg as straight up as she manages. When her she pulls her legs into a perfect L, the skirt slips with nothing to cling to and reveals her panty free crotch. You stare with a smile at her smooth legs revealing her flower for you to see, with a trimmed patch of blonde hair pointing to the prize with its triangular shape. Delicate lips, moist as if by morning dew, protrude from her mound, basking in your gaze.

“Liking what you see, lover?” She purrs.

“Very.” You find your vocabulary stunted for the time being.

“Why don’t you come over here and get a taste of my little teenage pussy.”