A Cheerful Reunion

Any character in this story has takes part in sexual activity is over 18 years old.

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Everyone talks about their senior year of high school like it was the best thing ever. I was one of the lucky ones who "got out" as they say. I grew up, got a job, rented an apartment, all those adult things you think about doing when you want your freedom. Then for some reason I went back.

Five years is a long time to be away. Still everywhere I turned memories brought me back to those days. A red-head walked by and I remembered sitting behind Kendra the cheerleader. She was a typical "good girl" always making the grade, never falling behind. But the thing is, she was always nice to me. Not that people weren't nice, but normally people wanted something from me. She never asked for anything.

She was even nice enough to make her friends be nice to me too. So by the time I was a senior, I had an open invitation to sit with the cheerleaders or any other group I wanted even if I wasn't exactly popular. Granted how could I be? I wasn't buff, I didn't play any sport, and I wasn't winning awards anywhere else either. I was just a scrawny kid that happened to know how to get stuff done.

Memories of all the pretty girls in their short skirts and their low cut tops filled my head for a while. Cassie with her cocoa brown skin, Melissa with her big tits and curves that could occupy anyone for days on end, Tawni the 4 foot 9 flier that was somehow more stacked than anyone else. All of these girls, as beautiful as they were, didn't hold a candle to Carli.

She wasn't just a cheerleader, she was THE cheerleader. Class valedictorian, prom queen, secret bad ass. She didn't pretend to be your friend she just was. Swooping in to make anyone's day better in her pleated skirt and tight fitting tops.

All of these faces flashed through my mind in a moment. I kept walking. My need for food and a good movie pushing me forward. The way out of the store was blocked by a group of students screaming.

"Bulldog football this Friday night. First game of the season! Come on out!" Could be heard over and over again as I walked to my busted old car.

Loading my weekend's worth of steak and munchies for weekend didn't take long. The cart coral was a ways away because I always make a habit of parking as far back as I can for the extra steps. As I pushed my cart in, that's when I saw her, looking not a day older than when we graduated.

"Carli? Is that you?" It just blurted out of my mouth.

"Hey, yeah. I am the teacher in charge of this rally." She looked a little tired. " Sorry, I know I know you but what's your name?"

"Oh hey it's all good." I tried my best to look like I wasn't a creeper. "It's Tanner Nichols. We went to school together. I just moved back like three days ago."

All the sudden I was an anxiety ridden mess. My body was shaking and my mind was in at least a dozen places. But she smiled at me and had the kindness to pretend she remembered me.

"Oh yeah, you hung out with us girls all the time." She paused to look at the rowdy group of students. "I've got to deal with this. My little sister is over there. I'm sorry." She took off running. Whatever she saw must have been important.

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The next night I found myself standing in my old high-school stadium. I hadn't planned on going but I got bored and there isn't much to do in a small town. Whatever sport season it is will shut a town like Springhill down.

Just like when I went here, before a game, cheerleaders ran the concession stands. Bubbly girls with cute smiles made moving product easy for just about anyone. I could see Carli back there making nachos right along side several other women.

At the counter a familiar face popped up. "What can we get for you today?" Her cheery voice took away any reservations I had about ordering.

"I'll have a hot dog made by Carli over there, and..." I let my voice trail off so I could look at this young girl closer. She was Carli's twin just 5 years younger. Barely 18. I know because I remember going to her birthday party the first week of school several years ago. Her tits were something of a work of art. Clearly she was still growing but some how her tiny waist sports big bouncy balls of joy that were at least a c cup but probably way bigger. It didn't matter though because they were barely contained by her uniform. "Umm, two bottles of water."

"That'll be 9 bucks even. Wanna make it 10 for the boosters?" She was bubbly as can be, how could I resist.

"Sure, but umm for the dollar, what's your name?" If she was my age it would have been smooth.

She blushed a bit, "you must not have been around in a while. It's Catherine." She grabbed my waters from a cooler, as she turned a little bit of ice dripped on her chest. "But most people call me Cat."

"Cat, be nice and give the man his waters." Carli sat the nachos of the counter. "Oh hey, Tanner, sorry about yesterday. I was tired. You remember my sister, right?"

"Oh yeah! I was at your birthday a few years back. Umm happy belated if I'm not mistaken." I smiled at her once again trying not to be a creep.

"You are correct. Turned 18 just a few weeks ago. Got my ID to prove it and everything." The sass in her voice was nothing like her sister was back then but I can't say I minded at all.

The game started shortly after. Carli was on the sideline in front of the girls. It made sense, cheer captain coming home to coach and teach, her little sister being somehow prettier than her. What didn't make sense was how Carli was dressed.

Her red skirt was short. Like barely covered her ass short. And despite being a teacher her black leather top was tight and struggling to contain her braless chest. If anything it looked like she was a Dominatrix not a coach. Still she was out there bouncing around with the younger girls.

By half time I was doing my best to hide how turned on I was. My cock was hard enough that I had tuck it into my waist band to keep people from noticing it. Theres isnt a world where anyone would call it huge but it was a struggle to hide when I got horny. I had hardly watched the game. Granted who cares about football when boobs are in your face.

During the third quarter the girls get to go sit out among the crowd. It was a tradition that started long before I was in school and one that I am glad is still around.

Carli came up into the stands and sat with me for a bit. She smiled and we flirted back and forth. This had happened in my dreams a few times in high-school but I never in a million years thought it could happen for real.

About half way through the third quarter a time out was called and she got up. "I better go round up the girls. It's almost time to go again."

I stood up with her and smiled. "It was nice to see you again. Let's make a habit of it?"

She hugged me. "I'd like that," could barely be heard as she pulled away. I swear she swished her ass extra so that I could see her bright red panties under her skirt.

Not a moment later her spot was taken from behind. "Gawd I thought she'd never leave." Cat slid gracefully into the spot her sister had just vacated. "You're Tanner, her friend from high-school. She talked about you all day." Maybe I was imagining it but it felt like she was rubbing her boobs on my arms. "I just had to see what the fuss was about."

Her hand reached out and barely grazed the zipper of my jeans. Still it was enough. My semi hard cock was ready to burst out of my jeans. "No fuss. Just two old friends talking it up."

"Ya know, I heard older guys are a lot better." She leaned up right next to my face, her warm breasts pressed against my shoulder. "I bet you've never had a cheerleader." She whispered it like a secret only spoken to a lover as her hand slid into my pocket.

Without another word she took off down the bleachers. Only a few seconds had passed since Carli had walked away but for that brief confrontation I had forgotten all about her.

The game ended. We won. Not that it mattered to me at all. I spent the entire 4th quarter focused on two beautiful women. Lucky for me, I was far enough way that as long as they were both on the sidelines they couldn't tell who I was watching.

I took my time getting out of the stands. The crowd dispersed quickly leaving me plenty of room to move and easy access to the field. The cheer squad was still out there cleaning up not only their trash but things that was fallen over the railing throughout the night. Carli looked fresh and vibrant as she talked the girls up for practice next week.

Waiting for her was a pain. Not because the view sucked but because I still had a raging boner in my pants that needed relief. Her short skirt showing off how easy she could be wasn't helping much. Still I was there waiting as she made her way to the exit.

"Hey, so you look amazing tonight." I started simple.

"You said that earlier." She smiled and dipped her head a little. "But I don't mind hearing it. You waited for me."

Yeah, I figured now was a good time to ask if you'd like to get drinks sometime. You know because we can do that as adults." I was floundering but not drowning. Yet.

"How about this, call me tomorrow and ask me on a real date."

"I don't know. That sounds like work." We stopped for a minute and let the night move around us. "Besides, I don't exactly have your number."

"Hmm good point." She reached into her purse and pulled out a lipstick that matched the underwear I'd seen so many times tonight. "This is my number. Call me soon. Kay?"

I smiled at her. Waited about 15 seconds and dialed her phone. It rang once before she picked up. "Was that quick enough?"

It must have been because she kissed me. Not some soft quick kiss but one that moved my whole body. Our lips touched and it was like fireworks. For the first time in my life, I felt a real connection.

We kissed until she had me pressed up against her car. My back cold against the window, I let her body melt into mine. Our bodies were so close she must have felt the nearly 6 inch bulge in my pants.

Practiced hands unbuttoned and zipped me quickly. One simple slide and I was in her hand. Cold skin pressed against my cock, warm lips still pressed against mine. Each stroke sending me farther into an ecstasy I hadn't felt in ages.

She kissed my neck sending shivers through my whole body. I stiffened even more in her hand. It was an invitation and she took it. Leaning up against my body for a kiss, she slid me under her skirt.

Without hesitation I reached around her grabbing her barely covered ass and lifted her till her knees were over my waist. Swiftly I spun her around so the car was holding her up just long enough for me to slide in.

Gravity brought her down hard on my cock. Condoms never crossed my mind. All I could think about was her and how much I wanted what was happening right then. Her legs wrapped around my body and moved her up and down my penis until it was buried deep inside her.

Our bodies pushed together. As I bottomed out inside her over and over again she bit into my shoulder to muffle her moans of pleasure. The first time she came on my dick felt like a thousand explosions begging me to finish. As her body stopped she realized I wasn't done yet and a smile spread across her red lips.

Without letter her off, I pulled away from the car and opened the back door. She looked good underneath me as I plowed her wet cunt over and over again. Her breasts came loose from her shirt. Exposed they were impossible to ignore. I made sure to mark them just as she had marked my neck. Sensation after sensation spread through her body and for a second time that night I resisted the urge to finish in her.

I slowed to catch my breath. For a moment I thought maybe she was done as she slid off me. To my surprise she turned over on her hand and knees before backing up and guiding me in once again.

Her magnificent pussy welcomed my cock, taking every inch of it once again. She impaled herself with my cock forcing little moans from herself. It was clear she was enjoying this. The harder we met the wetter she got.

"Please cum in me" her words came out short and spaced. "Give it to me. Please?"

Her words took me by surprise. How was I supposed to resist this goddess begging even just little bit for my cum.

"You want me to cum in you? Is that what you want?"

"God yes! Cum in me like I'm a whore!" She screamed a little in frustration. "Give me your whore the cum deserves."

Hearing her talk like that pushed us both over the edge.

"You're a good little whore. Take my cum."

Once again she came on my hard cock. This time she got so tight I couldn't resist. Ropes of cum spilled out of me deep inside her. I kept pumping absolutely determined to empty every last drop of my seed in the hole I'd dreamed about for years.

"You take every drop of my cum. That's a good girl." Still I kept going, knowing I would start to soften up soon. "That's what whores are for." She spasmed again as I started to pull out.

I left her there in the back seat of her own car. Ragged and out of breath. I was still very horny. But it was clear that at least for now she was done. No one knew what we did as far as I could tell but it was until that moment the best sex of my life.

When I got to my car I sent her a text.

Still on for our date tomorrow. Pick you up at 6.

I was so distracted by what we just did I didn't notice the girl in the backseat of my car until I was almost home.