The following is the story of two college cheerleaders, who are forced into having sex with each other and their coach and the captain of the football team after a game. Enjoy...
"Good morning Lesli!" Amber beamed at me as she came out of her room of our shared dorm. God she looked so hot in that slinky nightgown.
"Mornin' babe" I replied, as I caught a glimpse of Amber's nipples poking through her hot pink nighty. "Ready for the game tonight?" I asked her, while drinking my glass of orange juice and watching her bend over for a skillet in one of the under cabinets in the kitchen.
My feelings for Amber started about a year ago when we moved back into the dorms to save money on rent our Sophomore year. Now we were both Juniors in college, and both cheerleaders for the UofM. Amber and I did everything together; we were honestly inseparable. The only problem on my end, is we didn't do everything that I wanted to do, together.
"You're damn right I'm ready for the game!" She exclaimed, grabbing the eggs from the fridge. She was making her famous omelets again this morning.
As I walked past her out of the kitchen I playfully slapped her ass and told her she'd better be making an omelet for me too. She smiled and I went into the bathroom for my morning shower.
When I got out of the shower I noticed I had forgotten to grab a towel out of my room. "Ah crap". I said, disappointed in myself. "Amber!" I yelled, still in the shower, peeking my head around and looking at the closed bathroom door.
"What!?" I heard her yell back.
"A towel!" I shouted, "I forgot to grab one! I have a clean on in my room in the basket at the foot of my bed!"
"I can't grab it! I'm on a roll! I wont' look, just go grab it!" She yelled back.
Then I heard the boys next door reply, "Yeah baby, I won't look, just go grab the towel...take your time and don't be afraid to bend over really slow when you grab it!" They snickered on the top of their lungs through the wall.
"Dick heads" I muttered. But I couldn't help but laugh a little. The girls and I have come to believe that of all the breeds of men, football players are THE horniest. And we get to deal with them on a day-to-day basis. But who the hell was I kidding. I loved the attention. And so did the rest of the girls.
I got out of the shower, peaked out the door and found Amber's back to me while she cooked our breakfast. I could see the bottom of her tight round ass sticking out underneath the white lace on the bottom of her silk ensemble. I couldn't help it, I found my self bending over to see if she was wearing panties. Damnit! I thought to myself. I couldn't tell.
I tip-toed out and made my way past Amber and down the hall to the end and into my room. I hit the door behind me hoping it would close. It hit the door jam but swung back open a few inches. I rummaged through the basket and when I turned around Amber was standing at my door with my omelet.
"What the fuck are you doing Amber?!" I yelled surprised, as I fumbled to cover myself with the towel. She smiled at me, handed me the plate and said, "Don't be ashamed Lesli, you've got a great rack and a nice ass. You shouldn't be ashamed to show them off a little. And with that she turned around and skipped off back towards the kitchen.
Oh fuck I wanted her. I wanted nothing more than to play with her voluptuous breasts and to taste her sweet pussy. I often find myself dreaming in class of kissing up her legs, underneath her skirt and pulling her wet panties aside to view her trimmed little blonde pussy. I could only imagine how good she tasted.
I hornily put on my cheerleading uniform and went back into the kitchen where I found Amber still in her nightgown slowly eating her omelet. We were silent as we ate and she kept looking up at me and snickering.
"What?!" I finally asked her with a sweet grin on my face.
