Brandy jumped and cheered as the last seconds of the game clicked off the clock. The Trinity Tigers football team had won again. She joined the rest of the cheerleading squad as they launched into their victory cheer, while the teams and coaches shook hands at midfield and then made their way to the locker rooms in the field house.
The cheer offered mock condolences to the losing team and boasted about the fierceness of the Tigers. As she delivered the cheer, Brandy's small skirt rose and fell, offering anyone watching, a peek at the cheeky bloomers underneath.
One person in particular was watching, she was always watching.
Officer Maggie Ryan sat in the stands fixated on Brandy. Maggie was a campus police officer and had been enjoying the eye-candy her job provided for some time.
She was a fit woman in her mid-30s, with strawberry blonde hair, which she normally wore pulled back into a ponytail. She had fair skin, an athletic build and piercing blue eyes. Her icy glare came in handy on the job and was part of her no nonsense demeanor. In fact the only kink in her armor was pretty young women. Every year a fresh, new crop would arrive on campus. "Harvest time," she would joke to her fellow officers, anytime a tasty young thing would find themselves in custody at their station on the outskirts of campus. Maggie would often use the opportunity for an extended pat down on an unsuspecting and terrified coed.
Maggie grinned, recalling the first time she noticed Brandy. It was at a yoga class at the local fitness center. Maggie spent most of the class fixated on the younger woman's ass in a pair of skintight yoga pants. She couldn't believe the tiny waist led to such a perfectly shaped and ample backside. She must be wearing a thong under those pants, Maggie mused, as she was unable to detect even a hint of a panty line.
The class instructor had requested the downward-facing dog position and Brandy exclaimed, "I know this one!" And proceeded to get down on her hands and knees, doggy-style. "Guys are always trying to get me into this position," she explained as the class erupted in laughter and her friend whispered to her that it was not quite the same thing.
Maggie's second encounter was equally memorable. As she was driving across campus she saw the cheerleaders holding a car wash. She immediately turned her cruiser towards the fundraiser and was thrilled to see that the girl from her yoga class was participating. "Ah! So she's a cheerleader!" Maggie excitedly pulled over and got in line.
As Maggie sat in her cruiser, in a short line of cars, waiting for her turn, she clutched the wheel tightly. Her leather gloves crackling as she enjoyed the spectacle before her. The cheerleaders all wore, very little clothing and what they did wear was getting quite wet.
Eventually it was Maggie's turn. As the cheerleaders descended on her car with sponges, buckets and a hose, one approached the car window and greeted the officer. It was the stunning blonde who was with Brandy at the yoga class. These two seem inseparable, the officer thought.
Lauren was Brandy's lifelong friend and roommate at Trinity. As Maggie studied the girls stunning good looks she observed that Brandy had a more compact, curvy figure, while Lauren had a more lithe, graceful look, despite only being about only an inch taller than her best friend. Years of gymnastics for Brandy and dance classes for Lauren had helped endow the most beautiful, barely legal girls on campus, with incredible figures. Pretty, petite and perky, Maggie thought.
"Hi officer! $25 for the wash and it all benefits our cheerleading team's expenses."
"That sounds fair...would you call that brunette over here for a moment?"
Lauren followed the officer's gaze and called out, "B, can you come over here?"
Brandy practically bounced over to the car window, wearing a clingy Trinity Tigers t-shirt. "What's up?"
"Public indecency is a crime, young lady." The officer said with a grin as she stared, fixated at the breasts on display before her. Brandy's brownish nipples were visible though the wet, white t-shirt.
"Oops! I guess you can see right through my shirt...hee, hee."
"What is your name young lady?"
"I'm Brandy. Brandy Lillete."
"And how old are you, Brandy?"
"I'm 19."
"19...and away from home for the first time?"
"Uh, yeah."
"You're very cute Brandy Lillete. I'm officer Ryan. If you ever need anything, you can ask for me at the station." Maggie handed $25 to Brandy, with a slip of paper that had her number on it.
"Um, ok. Thanks. Well, we better get working on the next car."
Brandy was becoming self-conscious at the officers intense stare and questioning. She decided it was best to cover herself up and move away from the car.
As Maggie pulled away in her cruiser, she glanced into the rearview mirror. She saw Brandy showing the slip of paper to Lauren and the two girls burst into a fit of laughter.
"They're laughing at me!" Maggie fumed.
The encounter left Maggie frustrated and wanting to get her hands on Brandy even more.
Maggie shook her head, recalling the event. Turning her attention back to the football field, she took a few discreet photos of the object of her desire, from the bleachers and made her way home.
Back at her apartment that evening Maggie sipped some wine and indulged in a Brandy fantasy. Leaning back on her bed and slid her hand down her body towards her pussy. She imagined the young cheerleader as she had seen her at the game, with one slight wardrobe modification. As Brandy moved, her skirt rose and revealed that she was naked underneath. Each cheer exposed her delicious derriere and pretty pussy.
Maggie rubbed her clit more intensely now as her dream girl bent over before her and confessed, "Officer Ryan, someone stole my panties! Will you help me?"
As her fantasy got more intense, so did the officer's arousal.
Reaching into her nightstand Maggie retrieved a vibrator. As she moved it between her legs, she imagined slipping her police nightstick in-between Brandy's. "Oh, officer Ryan, it's too big! I'm just a little cheerleader." She imagined Brandy pleading.
"You're just a little tease," Maggie said aloud.
She eased the vibrator inside of her as the nightstick, in her mind, entered Brandy. "Oh no! Please, no!"
"Uh, uh, uh. Yes! Take it, take it you little slut. Uh, uh uh!"
Maggie was building to an intense orgasm. She pushed the vibrator deeper and began to tremble. Imagining it was the nightstick, she forced into Brandy. "You slut, you little slut!"
Maggie threw her head back and came. "Uhhh!"
Maggie was frozen, her eyes closed and mouth wide. Paralyzed with pleasure as the sensation from the vibrator spread through her entire body. As it subsided, her body relaxed and she eased the toy out. She trembled slightly, her breath coming in quick gasps. She stared at the ceiling; "I have got to my hands on that girl."
A few days later, that girl was making her way across campus. Brandy and Lauren were headed to a big to a fraternity house party. And if dressing to kill, was crime, Officer Maggie Ryan could have hauled them away for life. They both wore sexy sequined, form fitting halter-tops. Which exposed their arms, ample cleavage and their need for attention. They paired theses with tight jeans and high heel shoes.
As they walked the girls discussed matters of great importance.
