Christy was almost bouncing up and down she was so excited. As soon as she arrived home she vanished into her room, eager to get changed before Paul arrived. Quickly she donned her brand new cheer-leader uniform and stood, admiring herself in the mirror.
Christy was blonde and eighteen and now a cheer-leader. All was right with her world. She danced down to the kitchen for her mother's approval.
"Oh, well done, Christy," carolled her mother, Helen. "You look fantastic. Much the same as I did at that age, especially in that uniform."
"Ha," snorted Christy with a laugh. "You don't look that much older than me. This uniform would probably fit you just as easily as it fits me."
"Now there's an idea," said her mother, also laughing. "I've still got my old cheer-leader costume and it's substantially the same as the current one. I think the only real difference is that we wore skirt and you wear shorts. I saw it the other day. Wait here while I go and see if it still fits."
Helen headed off to her bedroom to check if the costume was where she remembered seeing it. It was and she quickly donned it, pleased to see that it still fitted. She returned to the kitchen, smiling.
"Oh my god," squealed Christy with excitement. "It fits you like a glove. You look so much younger with that on. Anyone would think we were sisters, not mother and daughter."
"Yes, it's not bad," agreed Helen with satisfaction. "I'd thought I might have put on a bit of weight but, if I have, it's not enough to affect the fit."
The door bell rang and Christy stuck her head out the door and looked down the hall. As expected, Paul had arrived.
"Come in, Paul," she yelled. "We're in the kitchen."
Paul came sauntering down the hall and into the kitchen. He straightened up his stance a little at seeing the two cheer-leaders, impressed.
"Not bad," he said approvingly. "Not bad at all."
Puzzled, he looked a little harder at Christy's mother and realisation came.
"Right, Helen," he said in satisfaction. "I knew Christy didn't have a sister. For a moment I thought you were possibly a cousin I hadn't met. Damn, but that outfit makes you look younger."
Christy and Helen smiled, pleased at his reaction.
"So, are you coming out like that are you going to take the time to get changed first?" he asked Christy, smiling.
Christy laughed. "I'll go and change," she said. "Don't worry. I'll only be five minutes."
"You lie," said Paul causally. "You'll be a minimum of fifteen minutes. More likely half an hour. Don't bother trying to rush. I'm quite happy to wait."
Christy pulled a face and giggled. He was right and they both knew it. She scurried off to her bedroom to change.
"Where will you be going?" Helen asked.
"Out to dinner and then probably to a nightclub for a while," Paul said.
He looked at Helen thoughtfully.
"I assume that was what the cheer-leader outfits used to look like," he suggested. "Pretty much the same as the current one. The only real difference that I can see is that you're wearing a skirt rather than shorts. Hm, I wonder. . ."
He reached over and to Helen's surprise lifted the front of her skirt.
"That's what I thought," he said as Helen blushed and pushed her skirt back down into place. "You didn't bother with the modesty shorts."
"You had no right to do that," Helen snapped, glaring at him.
"I was just considering my bucket list," Paul explained. "One of the items on it is to make love to a cheer-leader in uniform. To be honest, I was going to try to persuade Christy to bring her uniform along with us once she'd got it. Changing into it with me there would warm her up nicely and I might finally get her to bed."
"Don't you dare. . ." Helen started to say, but Paul interrupted her.
"Don't worry. I have a better idea. You're already in uniform and you don't have shorts that I'd have to remove. Hell, with those panties that I saw you wouldn't even need to take them off. Just move them to the side where they'll be out of my way. That way I can chalk an item off my bucket list and you can make sure I'm not trying to tempt Christy into bed this evening."
"Of all the gall," snapped Helen. "Stop that," she added with a hiss as Paul lifted the front of her skirt again.
Paul just grinned, a finger hooking the crotch of her panties, pulling then out and to the side, so that when he release them they snapped back bunched to one side. He started rubbing the exposed pussy.
"Come on, I dare you. Give your all to protect Christy. We've got time."
He withdrew his hand and unzipped. Before Helen's horrified gaze he calmly brought out his erection. Quite a respectable erection, too.
"All I have to do is call out and Christy will come," she pointed out.
"And I'll be in hot water and Christy will blame you and I'll probably get some remorse sex in the next day or so. Possibly even in uniform."
He lifted Helens skirt for a third time, this time tucking it into her waistband, leaving her exposed. Reaching down he started rubbing her again. He sighed.
"Changed my mind," he murmured. "I think I want these right off."
With that he calmly pulled down Helen's panties and she found herself stepping out of them. Looking down she could see that she was effectively naked from the waist down with Paul's cock very much in evidence.
"You can't get away with this," she protested.
"Get away with what?" asked Paul. "You can stop me just by saying no. Are you going to say no?"
Helen didn't say anything, just moving back as Paul moved closer. Then she was leaning back against the table and he was right there, his erection brushing against her.
"Touch it," he said softly. "Move it into position."
Muttering to herself Helen did as she was told, taking his cock and steering it between her legs, bringing it to the point where the head was pressing against that sweet spot that demanded attention. She couldn't believe she was letting him do this.
Then he was surging into her, driving in hard, and Helen decided that, yes, she did believe he was doing it to her, and doing it hard.
"You will," he said, still speaking softly, "have to forgive me for the rush, but I do realise that we're short on time."
With that he started thrusting in hard and fast, not particularly worrying about what Helen thought. He was just going for broke and as far as he was concerned she was old enough to do her part without coaxing. He was pleased to find that this was true, with Helen thrusting urgently to meet him, apparently deciding to make the best of things.
Paul kept going the same way he started, full steam ahead and who cares what lies in wait. As far as he was concerned things were building up nicely. An idle glance at Helen showed that she seemed to be doing alright, her eyes closed as she moved energetically, trying to keep up with his youthful ardour.
He gave a gasp, knowing what about to happen, then plunged in with wild abandon, releasing himself into his willing playmate. Or was that unwilling playmate, he idly wondered, as he jerked frantically, spending his seed. At least, from her response she seemed to have climaxed when he ejaculated. Either that or she knew how to fake it with amazing style.
"Don't worry," he said as he tidied his clothes. "You have my word that I won't try to coax Christy into or out of her cheer-leader uniform. I will just treat her as my best friend."
Helen glared at him and left him in the kitchen, heading to her own bedroom to tidy up and get out of that uniform. She smiled to herself. Though she'd never admit it to Paul it was nice to know she still had what it took to attract a stud. It might have been fast but he'd made her climax, even if only in a small way.
Paul hung around the kitchen, waiting for Christy. True to his estimate it was close to half an hour before she finally showed.
"Shut up," she snapped with a smile as he smiled knowingly.
"Didn't say a word," he protested.
"Maybe not, but you were thinking it," she pointed out and he laughed.
Paul had made allowances for Christy not being ready on time and booked their table at the restaurant accordingly. They arrived at almost the exact moment he had forecast. They had a pleasant dinner, exchanging small talk and flirting.
Leaving the restaurant Paul waited until they were in his car before broaching their plans for the evening.
"We can either go to The Grande for a while, and possibly meet up with some others, or we can go and park somewhere I can kiss you without interference."
"Well, I suppose it won't hurt to park somewhere for a short while," said Christy with a giggle, "as long as you understand that only kissing will be allowed."
"Understood and agreed," said Paul, driving off.
He took them to a park where there were tall trees along one side. He parked between a couple, effectively hiding them from the road.
"Shall we adjourn to the back seat for a while?" he suggested, unsurprised to find Christy agreeing.
"You know, I was going to suggest that you bring your cheer-leader outfit with you. I was thinking you could change into it and I could make love to a cheer-leader," he said.
