The Cheerleader Outfit

"Well, lots of guys have a thing for cheerleaders. How about that one to start?" You try to hold a goofy grin.

"Think you're gonna get more of a show than just one, huh?" She takes the two-piece costume and vanishes into the bathroom. You take another glance through the varied clothing in the box, wondering just how flattering or revealing each of the garments would be on her lithe body. You pull out a lacy bit of string that might represent a pair of panties. You can't stop yourself; you press them to your nose and breathe deeply, enjoying the faint scent of her womanhood.

The bathroom door's lock clicks open; you drop the so-called panties back in the box, partially from surprise and partially in trying to hide what you were doing. You've turned to face the door by the time she opens it.

And you're promptly stunned by her appearance. The skirt barely covers her panties, and it seems like her top rides a little higher on her chest than it should. Her smile is bright and fittingly cheery, and her hair is tied off in a pair of pigtails on either side of her head.

She bounces from foot to foot, her skirt shaking and chest bouncing. Your eyes are trying to be everywhere at once when she breaks out into a cheer routine full of pep and youth. She shows flexibility you never suspected she had as she kicks high, revealing briefly the panties that tightly hug her womanhood and ass. For a brief moment, you can see the perfect outline of her labia.

Your erection strains against your pants as you watch her move and listen to her cheer. At the end of it, she does the splits right in front of you, her arms shooting skyward and the bottom hem of her top is pulled over her gorgeous breasts. while her face is nearly level with your hardness.

She catches her breath for a moment and lowers her arms. A finger plays with a pigtail girlishly. "Did I perk your spirits?" she asks innocently. You realize she doesn't know how much she's showing yet and offer your hand to help her up. She takes your hand and smiles into your eyes as she stands. You move your hands to the sides of her top, lowering it back down and covering her again.

"I thought that was supposed to be part of the fantasy," she says. "I thought guys like to watch the cheerleaders on the off-chance that their boobs would pop out or something."

You blush slightly and fumble for words. "Well, yeah, guys generally do like that and I'll admit I'm no exception...." How can you be? One of the first posters you put up in the place was an autographed poster of the Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders. "But... I mean.... I, um, I didn't think you realized yours were out and I didn't want you to feel embarrassed about it. And I, um.... Well, don't get me wrong, you have really beautiful breasts and...."

You smack yourself for saying that last part and feel your face flush hot and red. Then you realize she's not blushing quite so much. She's got some red in her cheeks, yeah, but she doesn't look near as flustered as you feel.

Then she raises her hands again. And her breasts appear again.

"It's okay, Jack. I wanted you to see. Like you said, I need new memories for these costumes, right? And you probably picked this one for me to put on because you probably knew how often Keith and I played out this fantasy, right?"

"Umm... No, I didn't know," you admit. "It just happened to be the first one I grabbed. And I'm not sure about.... you know, your boobs hanging out like that." She looks surprised. "I mean, I think you have beautiful boobs, but it's just.... you know, we've been friends for so long, right? I don't... and I guess you don't.... want to, um, strain that by going...."

"Shut up, already, dammit." You shut up. Her cheeks are a bit rosier now, and you realize you've probably just made a huge mistake. "Now sit down." You take a seat on the bed, your eyes never leaving hers. You've never seen them this intense before, and it's astounding to you how erotic it looks.

She sits down next to you, pulling your near arm around her waist and resting her head on your shoulder. "Jack, I'm sorry. I didn't think you'd really be all that uncomfortable with this. I've caught you looking at my tits from time to time. I don't mind it, I know how guys can be. I wanted to thank you for being such a good friend. And I just need some compassion and companionship right now."

You squeeze the arm around her, enjoying the feel of her warm, smooth abs against your hand. "I'm... I'm not uncomfortable with it. I just didn't think you realized it at first."

"I.... I'd be comfortable completely naked if it was you," she says slowly. You feel her cheek getting warmer against your shoulder. "You're always there for me. You're always the one I can trust most."

You surprise yourself, turning and leaning in to kiss her gently on the top of her head and holding her tightly. Your free hand comes to rest on her thigh, near her knee. You squeeze lightly as she maneuvers her hands atop yours.

"I'm sorry, I guess I'm..." you start.

"A little shy?" Melody finishes. "It's okay. I was really nervous about doing this for you when I went to put this thing on. I don't regret it, though. And neither should you." She moves your hand on her abs upward until you're cupping a breast. You've fantasized about this from time to time, but you never expected her chest to feel so warm and soft. Her head turns to face yours. Her eyes sparkle with trust and desire.