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As Megan opens her mouth and inhales hard for the mother of all screams, you quickly picture her lying on her bed, caught up listening to music. Reality shifts to fit your vision, Megan is now leafing through a magazine with headphones on. She's lying on her side so her back is turned to you, as is her tight, round ass in the tiniest pair of pink panties.

After staring at her tone, cheerleader ass for awhile, your hand starts to cramp up, reminding you that you're hanging from a window. You pull yourself up slowly, careful not to make more noise than necessary. Luckily she'd left the window open, so you're able to slip inside.

You make a slight thump as you land on the floor. Megan's head stops bobbing to the music. You hastily look around and see that the door to her closet is slightly ajar. You scamper into it and close the door right as she pulls off her headphones and looks around. You pear through the slats in the closet door and watch the busty blonde cheerleader get out of bed.

Megan raises her arms over her head and stretches. The thin material of her skimpy, white tank top stretches as her big breasts try to bust through it. She goes to her dresser, grabs a hairbrush, and starts brushing out her pigtails. After she's done she opens a drawer and pulls out several bras.

She picks out a bra that matches her pink panties and drops it on the bed. Then she grabs the bottom of her tank top and pulls it off. Through the thin slats of her closet door, every inch of her legendary chest is revealed. The big boobs sway as she tosses the tank top into a hamper. They jiggle slightly as she grabs the bra again. They shift and mold into her hands as she puts the bra on, covering them up once again. That would be a tragedy if they didn't still look great in the lacy garment.

A sharp, wooden sound shoots out from the window. You turn to see a ladder is resting against it.

"Quiet, Mitch," says Megan. She runs to the window with a smile. "You don't want my parents to hear, do you?"

Mitch Wagoner, Megan's boyfriend, sticks his head in the window and smiles. One of the bigger guys on the wrestling team, he's the kind of arrogant jock everyone expects a dumb, blonde cheerleader to go out with. Everyone in the popular circle in school thinks they're they perfect couple and refers to them as the 'M&Ms'. Mitch climbs into the room with a smile and whistles at Megan's skimpy underwear.

"You dressed up for me. Nice!" He grabs Megan and pulls her in close. She giggles, then kisses him. He kisses her back passionately for a few seconds, then turns her around so her back is too him. He kisses her neck as he reaches under her arms. Megan sighs and leans into him as he roughly gropes her large breasts.

As Mitch uses Megan's breasts to have more fun than you've ever had in your life, you think about what you could do. You could keep hiding in the closet. You could get rid of this lucky bastard by making it so Megan never had a boyfriend. You could even make yourself her boyfriend. Then you'd be the one unsnapping her bra right now.