Your nemesis, Karishma

"Holy fucking mother of cunt-licking shit-faced God!"

That foul mouth can only belong to one person. You hear her vulgarities emanating from over near the bleachers, so you and Rebecca sneak through the shadows under the bleachers to get a closer look.

Rachel is standing in the bright lights of the outer section of the football field. Her breasts are wobbling with her unsteady breath, and her arms remain tightly tied behind her back. By now, the cool night air has mostly dried your cum, which you can still see in her dark, damp hair.

Standing in front of her are four girls. There's Amanda, the busty blonde whose boobs are the biggest on the cheerleading squad (and that's saying something!). Next to her, somewhat comically, is Colleen, who is mostly flat-chested with short hair. You remember from earlier that she's one of the few completely shaved cheerleaders; you assume she's trying to compensate for her tiny tits. Leslie is there, curvy in all the right places, with dirty blond curls that probably take ages to tame.

And then Karishma. Her hair is thick and dark, spilling over her shoulders, and her large eyes and soft lips are perfectly proportioned. Her breasts are firm C-cups, achingly gropable but absolutely out of bounds. Her cut-off t-shirt shows her belly-dancer's stomach, and her skirt reveals her long, powerful brown legs.

You have spent so much of your energy these past years putting Karishma out of your mind, and usually you're able to avoid the flood of memories that she threatens to unleash.

But seeing her now, spitting profanities at Rachel, everything comes rushing back.