Homecoming Queen

I left the two women with a package of toys and climbed into the sled. I wasn't cruising long before I spotted a promising sight. A red sports car had pulled into the drive of a sprawling house. A young blonde cheerleader hopped out of the pasenger side and headed for the back door. The driver, a tall, dark-haired jock, followed close behind her.

I parked the sled and, remaining invisible, slipped into the house behind them.

"Are you sure no one will come home?" the young man was asking as I entered the large living room.

"No, silly," the short blonde cheerleader laughed. "Dad's at work, Mom went shopping with my aunt, and the maid has the day off. We're all alone."

The cheerleader smiled, posed in the middle of the room, and asked seductively, "So, Tommy, what do you want to play with first? These?" She lifted her white sweater to reveal two, perfectly shaped, apple sized tits. "Or this?" She spread her legs, lifted the short blue skirt, and pulled the matching blue panties to the side. Her shaved, glistening pussy was exposed.

Tommy's eyes bugged out. Speechless, he moved foward.