"Alyson," she said softly. "Most women will never get this chance I'm giving you. I saw you look at me earlier tonight. It was like, so sexual. Don't deny it. Don't fight it. You may never get this chance again."
She moved toward the edge of the bed.

I could smell her-a faint whiff of cheap, teenage perfume.

"Cheerleader," she whispered. "Isn't it a magical word! Say it. slut, 'cheerleader.'"
There was a charged rush of images shooting through my brain, planted there over the years: white cotton panties, creamy thighs, tanned legs, innocent pouty lips and tit-filled sweaters of wanton desire.

Is this how my ex-husband felt when he ogled those girls in skimpy uniforms, shouting out rhymed cheers?
Kay knelt on the edge of the bed, throwing one leg over my body. She then laid on top of me. I could feel her firm tits pressing against my arm, her thighs locked around one of my legs. When her lips touched mine I nearly fainted.
"Don't do this," I mumbled. "Get off of me," I tried to cry out.

All I heard was my heartbeat.
The heat from her body-her wonderfully soft firm body-sent a shiver from head to toe. Her tongue, as it roamed over my teeth, my palate, my throat, and seemed like a natural intrusion.
I tried to push her away; but no, my hand was grasping the back of her head to hold her lips tightly to mine.
My body went weak when I felt something wet and warm sliding up and down my upper leg. I could make out the outline of her hips as she humped, fucking my leg like a male dog.

There were moans in the room and I wasn't sure who was making them...
She whispered in my ear. "Do you want me to eat your pussy, baby? Do you want me to suck your clit, your gorgeous cunt?"
I groaned.
"Or do you want to suck my creamy wet cunt, lick my soft sweaty ass crack, let my warm pussy juice fill your slutty mouth? I'm a squirter," she added.

I didn't know what that was.

"Well?" she said.