My first submission to Lit... loosely based on a few real events and real people, but entirely fantasy. I did my own editing which was probably foolish, but please let me know what you think! I have ideas for where to take these characters, but want to see if it's worth the effort for now. All characters involved in sexual situations are at least 18 years old.
Thanks for reading,
M
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My name is Marcus Kittering, and I was a high school cheerleader. Not many guys can claim that, and most people like to make fun of me for it, but it was an amazing time in my life. Just during practice, I got to put my hands all over the nubile bodies of the most beautiful girls in school.
One of my favorite stunts, for perverted reasons obviously, was called "The Chair." There were several ways to achieve the end result, but that's what made it so much fun to practice. The end result of this stunt has me standing tall with my right arm straight up in the air, fingers pointing behind me with my palm facing up. On top of that hand sat my partner Sasha. Typically, she'd have her arms up in the air screaming to the crowd, her right knee up and left leg straight. My left hand would be holding her left ankle to maintain balance easier, but my brain was always on what was separated from my palm by only a couple layers of cloth.
Sasha was a gorgeous brunette, and a bit of a flirt. Several times during our many practices, she'd want to split away from the rest of the squad to try a new technique for doing "The Chair." On one particular occasion, she had me squat down next to her, grab hold of her left ankle which was slightly off the ground and place my right hand right on the crotch of her skimpy boy shorts. On the count of three, she jumped off her right leg, straightening her left, and I was to stand up holding her up into the final position. After several failed attempts at this new technique, she offered a suggestion.
"Maybe your hand isn't secure." She looked down at me with her big brown eyes.
"Secure?" I wasn't sure where she was going with this.
"Yeah, your right hand. Make sure it's secure. Get it into position right now." I had always had a massive crush on Sasha, and my mind was filled with all the nasty things I wanted to do with her and to her. I gently placed my right hand at her crotch where I thought it would best be able to hold her weight without hurting her or throwing her off balance.
"Like this?"
"Not bad, but a little further forward." She wiggled her sexy hips as I dragged my hand forward a bit. My fingers rested on her ass cheeks, and I was trying to make sure one didn't slip to press on her asshole. I felt a bit of heat on my hand, but dismissed it as part of this unseasonably warm afternoon.
"OK, one, two, three!" She jumped off her right foot, I straightened my arm and tried to stand up. She pitched off balance as I lifted her, almost falling over my shoulder and behind me. I still had her left ankle in my hand, so I quickly brought her back to the ground as safely as I could.
Sasha looked flushed and a bit scared from the near miss while I held her in my arms to steady her. I tried not to stare, but I couldn't help but notice the rise and fall of her perfect breasts under the baby tee she had on with our school logo. I looked into her beautiful brown eyes,
"Try again?" She nodded to me and turned around to get into position.
"Secure?" She grinned down to me. I placed my hand in the spot I had originally been trained and felt dampness at the heel of my palm. The warmth was more pronounced as well. I realized she was getting turned on by me putting my hands on her. I inched my palm forward toward her front and rested it on what I thought was her pussy. The dampness soaked through her shorts and started to wet my palm. I ground my hand against her pussy briefly and then held still.
"Secure," I said. Her grin got bigger looking down at me and she took a deep breath.
"One, two, three!" She jumped up again and I extended my arm up, slowly standing with her sitting on my hand. We had pulled off the stunt, but I could tell my hand was positioned wrong. Using my left hand on her ankle, I kept her straight, but I could feel my wrist trying to bend backwards. I brought her back down again and set her on the ground. Once on her feet, she turned to face me and rested her hands on my arms. Our eyes locked and she seemed to be breathing a bit heavier.
"If you wanted a thrill, I can think of a better approach." I smiled at her while I rested my hands on her hips. Her eyes were locked on mine as I slowly moved in to kiss her. Our lips touched and I felt a shiver down my spine. Sasha moaned into my mouth as I assumed she felt a similar tingle in her own body. She moved her hands up my arms to lock them behind my neck and pull me closer into her as she started trying to tongue wrestle with me. I moved my hands from her hips around to her ass and pulled her tightly into me. I had been semi-hard all during practice, especially once I felt how wet Sasha was, but was suddenly as hard as I'd ever been.