We had just finished the last workout before tryouts, and I wasn't sure whether I had done enough to impress the coach. Maybe a little kissing up was in order? It was August, and I was one of dozens of incoming freshmen trying out for Big State's cheerleading squad. I had been the captain of my high school squad, and cheerleading was the highlight of my high school experience. But I came from a small town, where I was a big cheerleading fish in a small cheerleading pond, and the competition here was much tougher. Last year, I was the hottest girl in school. This summer, I found myself to be just one of many cute, toned, talented freshmen, each just as sexy as the next in a short skirt and skin-tight top. I didn't know what I'd do if I didn't make the college squad.
With that in mind, I made my way through the sea of tanned arms and legs and long hair to where the coach was packing up her gear. She was probably in her mid 30s, but still kept herself in incredible shape. She had been a star cheerleader here at Big State in her day, and worked hard to maintain the standards of the squad now that she was coach - it was always one of the best in the country. She expected a lot of her girls, and her standards were very high. But she was also very approachable, and insisted that we call her by her first name.
"Thanks for all of your help this summer, Julia. I'm looking forward to the tryouts on Saturday! Is there anything you'd recommend for me to do between now and then, so I can be as prepared as possible?"
I could tell by her expression that she knew I was kissing up - she wasn't born yesterday - but also that she didn't really mind, because she appreciated my dedication and enthusiasm.
"You've shown a lot of athleticism in workouts, Jennie," she replied, "but you could use a little more work on the choreography. Why don't you stop by my house later today and borrow a copy of this CD, you're welcome to keep it until Saturday. I'm just three blocks off campus, it's the white house on the corner of 17th and Lincoln."
"Wow, thanks! I'll come by about 4, OK?"
"That should be perfect, I'll just be getting home about then."
I had just enough time to get back to my dorm, take a quick shower to get cleaned up after the sweaty workout, and then lounge in the tub and shave my legs. As I pulled the razor across my skin in long, smooth strokes, I pondered what to wear for my visit to the coach's house - I wanted to look respectful, but also leave her thinking how good I'd look in a Big State cheerleader's uniform. After climbing out of the tub and drying my skin, I settled on my favorite sundress, which was light blue to match my eyes, and a matching headband to hold back my long blonde hair. The dress hugged my torso, showing off my 34C breasts, and came down to a few inches above my knees, a tactful but still flirty length. I never wore panties, and this dress was fine without a bra, so I was nice and cool as I walked through the hot August afternoon the few blocks to her house.
I reached her house just a few minutes before 4 and rang the doorbell. There was no answer for at least a minute, so I rang the bell again. This time, I heard a man's voice answer, "Coming - just a second!" Before much longer, the door was opened and I found myself face to face with a 30-something man in a bathrobe. "Can I help you?"
"I'm Jennie - one of the girls trying out for the squad this year. Julia told me to stop by, she was going to loan me a CD to practice with?"
"Oh, OK, come on in, I'm sure she'll be back any minute. Here, sit down," he said, motioning to a couch in the living room, as he sat down across from me. "So, tell me about yourself - Julia doesn't invite most girls over, so she must be quite impressed with you."
Delighted as I was to hear that, I tried to sound nonchalant as I replied, telling him about my days as a high school chearleader and my hopes of making the college squad. He told me that his name was Mark, he and Julia met their freshman year at Big State, when he was a running back on the football team and she was on the cheerleading squad. They had been together ever since, married for 12 years now. He was a very charming man, so much so that I hardly noticed how much time had passed and that Julia still wasn't home.
He began reminiscing about how he fell in love with Julia as a young cheerleader, and told me, innocently enough, that I reminded him of her at that age. Then he asked, "So, do you want to see what the uniforms looked like back in the day?"
"Really, she still has her uniform?"
"Oh, yeah - doesn't fit her anymore, but she keeps it for old times' sake. I'll go grab it." Moments later, he was back with something that looked slightly familiar (the school colors hadn't changed, after all), but also very different in style. Rather than the form-fitting midriff-bearing lycra top and bottom of today's uniforms, this had a v-neck sweater over a pleated mini skirt. How quaint!
"Do you want to try it on?" he asked, and when he noticed that his question made me slightly uncomfortable, followed it up with, "don't worry - I won't peek! Just thought you might think it was fun."
"Sure, what the heck," I replied, and after he stepped out of the room for a moment, I quickly pulled my dress off over my head and replaced it with the old-school v-neck and pleated mini. I was shocked at how well it fit - Julia really did used to be exactly my size! I was also amazed how sexy a fit it was. This uniform that had looked so old-fashioned on the hanger was actually incredibly flattering to a young, fit body like mine. The cotton of the sweater clung to the curves of my breasts, and the pleated skirt fit snug around my hips, barely reaching below my ass. And since I wasn't wearing a bra or panties, I could feel every inch of the fabric on my skin.
As Mark came back into the room, I could feel myself blush and saw his mouth drop open. "Wow, Jennie, you look amazing!"
"Thanks," I said, trying to think of a way to minimize the obvious sexual tension in the air - maybe if I played it off as a joke, did a silly cheer for him? Why did I suddenly feel so kinky, wearing this old uniform of Julia's?
As I tried to think my way out of this awkward situation, I noticed that Mark was trying to hide a growing erection beneath his bathrobe. Wow, was he turned on by this as much as I was? I decided to go with the feelings of the moment - hell, if Julia came in, he would be the one with explaining to do, since he had given me her old uniform. I picked up the pom-poms that had been stored with the old uniform, and began to show myself off for him - my hot young body in this sexy old uniform.
I started with simple cheer moves, but gradually allowed myself to begin dancing in a sexier, sultrier way, moving ever closer to where he was standing.
As our bodies came into contact, I could immediately feel how hard his cock already was. I dropped to my knees in front of him and reached my hands into the fabric of his bathrobe, pulling out his hard cock and licking him from balls to tip. As I began sucking him, he gathered my long hair in his hands and used it to guide me gently in my motions on his cock. Before long, his gentle guiding became firm pushing, and he was thrusting himself deep into my throat. I responded by sucking with even more enthusiasm, and began fondling his balls as well. Just as this blow job reached a fever pace, with the slurping sounds of my mouth on his cock filling the room, he screamed out and shot his load, filling my mouth with his cum.
Doing my best to swallow it all, but finding some of his cum dribbling down onto my chin, I fell back onto the floor in front of him. As soon as he had recovered enough to speak, he looked deep into my eyes and said, "Jesus, Jennie, that was hot. I hope you don't feel like I took advantage of you?"
"Where's your bedroom?" I answered with another question, "because I want you to fuck me with that big hard cock of yours."
"Whatever you say, Jennie. But will you do me one favor? Take off your headband, and put your hair up in two pigtails?"
"Sure, happy to. Why don't you go into your bedroom and start working on that cock of yours, so you're ready to fuck my wet pussy, and I'll be right with you!" As he quickly followed my instruction, leaving his bathrobe in a puddle on the floor, I found my purse and positioned myself in front of the mirror in their hallway, where I could watch myself as I brushed my hair up into the pigtails he had requested. Wow, I thought to myself - I really am HOT in this outfit. And the pigtails added immensely to the effect, making me look like the innocent young cheerleader I obviously wasn't. I couldn't help but slide two fingers into my hot, wet pussy, watching myself in the mirror as they disappeared and then reappeared, glistening with my juices.
Remembering the man waiting for me, I pulled myself away from the mirror and joined him in the bedroom. He was on the bed, fondling his cock, which was already hard again. I climbed on top of him, pushing my wet fingers into his mouth and positioning my pussy over his cock. Holding his shaft in one hand, I moved the tip of his cock slowly back and forth from my pussy to my clit several times, before I finally couldn't stand it any more and lowered myself onto him.
Slowly at first, and then gradually faster, I rode his cock for what seemed like hours. After his initial explosion in my mouth, he was now able to sustain himself much longer than any of the young guys I had been with before, and I couldn't believe the sensations I was getting from our fucking. As I sped up my motions, my breasts and pigtails both began bobbing up and down, turning us both on even more.
