His hand had made his way up my thigh until his fingers were brushing the white cotton of my panties where they covered my sex. I grabbed his forearm and held it with all of my strength to keep him from working his fingers inside of the elastic band where they would meet with my freshly shaven sex. His other hand had worked my left breast out of its bra cup where he was rolling the nipple between his thumb and forefinger.
I wanted to tell him to stop but his mouth was clamped onto my mouth and his tongue was inside of me as though he wanted to sample my stomach contents. In spite of my predicament my mind went wandering back over how I had ended up in this position.
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I had met Ron in my junior year of high school. I had just made the cheerleading squad and he was the junior quarterback on the high school football team. It was very cliché, cheerleader and quarterback, but I could not help falling for him. He was a dark haired, handsome athlete and one of the most popular guys in the school. I was the typical long legged, blond, large-breasted girl next door type. Well my breasts were large by high school standards, which was all that was really needed to make the cheerleading squad.
We soon became an item, making all of the dances, traveling to away games, and hanging out during summer vacations. Of course we had our own private dates to movies which normally ended up with a late night make out session while parked on the shores of Deacon Lake. These were always innocent enough and I saw to it that it stayed that way.
When we became seniors, I was named head of the cheerleading squad and Ron was team captain and starting quarterback for the team. We were also both more mature and starting to think about what we were going to be doing after high school. Ron was definitely headed for college on a football scholarship and I should have been making plans for college but I wasn’t quite sure that was the direction I wanted to go. I had joined the Drama Club and had fallen in love with being on stage. I had got the lead in a couple of the plays we put on and everyone said that I was a natural to go into TV or movies.
Our football season had gone remarkably well and we were headed to the state championship on the upcoming Friday. The cheerleading squad and I had just finished our last practice before the Big Game. I knew the girls were in high spirits because we had practiced hard for two hours after school without the normal griping from the girls about their periods, parents and boyfriends.
I was in the shower with my face up to the steamy shower when I heard the crack of a wet towel and felt the sharp sting on my right buttock. I yelped and jumped out from under the shower almost simultaneously with the sound.
“Damn that hurts,” I muttered while looking around for who had inflicted this indignity upon me.
And there was Sandy with a towel in her hand, the obvious culprit. She was standing there naked, grinning, while twirling her towel getting ready for another strike. Sandy was rather short but God had made up for it by giving her a well developed chest that was out of proportion with her diminutive figure. She was also the most immodest person I had ever met. She seemed to be just as comfortable without her clothes as with them and she would hang around the locker room without a stitch on and be just as natural as could be. I had had conversations with her sitting on a bench across from me, her legs spread wide apart while her big firm breasts jiggle with her animated manner of speaking.
She was a free spirited being and everyone liked her. Of course rumors were rampart around the campus that there was good reason why Sandy never kept a boyfriend for longer than a month. She always seemed to have another one waiting in the wings. If the rumors and her quick change boyfriends bothered her, Sandy gave no indication that this bothered her. Like I said- a free spirit.
“What the hell did you do that for?” I demanded in my sternest head cheerleader tone.
She had me at a decided disadvantage and she was standing between me and the drying room where my towel hung on a hook. While Sandy was quite comfortable with her nudity, I had a decidedly more modest nature. While I was not ashamed of my body, I could never be as comfortable having a conversation in the nude as Sandy could.
“I just wanted to make sure I had your attention,” Sandy replied still twirling her towel and trapping me in the shower.
“Okay, you have my attention. Let me dry off and we can talk.” I said making a move to my towel.
When I was sure that she wasn’t going to snap me again, I sidled by her and got my towel off of the hook. I wrapped it around my naked body tucking it in above my breasts. Because of my height, the towel came to just below my sex but it offered some degree of cover-up.
