Life is pretty good right now. I just turned 18, I'm on the cheerleading squad, I've gotten accepted into two of my top college choices, and I have a lot of friends. As for boys, I'm as single as they come. I think it's because I don't have time for boys. I split my time amongst school, cheerleading, and friends. I've kissed a few boys, but that's as far as I've gone. I kind of want to see what second and third base are all about before I leave for college. But I'm saving my virginity for my future husband.
The cheerleading squad was in a competition a month ago and the prize was a day pass for the entire team to attend the town's summer carnival. The team dressed up in uniforms, skirts and tank tops, and went last Saturday. I was kind of excited because I heard the haunted house is the scariest around.
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This town is so boring! Just a bunch of stuck up school kids and their parents. As a carnie, I don't mind my job. I get to tour the country, and the carnival is usually excellent people watching. My favorite people to watch are teenage schoolgirls. I have a hankering for tight, young bodies in skimpy clothes. And there's been no shortage of skimpy clothes at the carnival since this summer has been so hot.
My hankering runs so deep that I keep a collection. I snap secret photos of my favorite girls and keep them in my living quarters. The other carnies are jealous of my collection and come to view it often. I've tried approaching some of the girls before, but they just freak out and run off to their friends. The ones I like are usually out of my league.
Since I helped build this little carnival city, I know every vantage point and hiding place in order to scope out the young hotties. Every once and a while, there's a girl hot enough that I follow her around. Sometimes I'm lucky enough for her to enter the haunted house. In there it's dark and there are a lot of mirrors and noises that allows my peeping and photographing to go unnoticed. I've been a carnie so long that even my boss doesn't care if I come or go, as long as the work gets done. Heck, he views my collection the most!
I was in my usual hidey hole near the ticket booth when I spotted her: cheerleader with a beautiful face, wavy brown hair, late high school, short and petite, and huge knockers. Oh man, that skirt! I'm pretty sure I saw a little ass cheek hanging out. I was smitten! I had to follow this girl around. Maybe at some point talk to her or even touch her. My mind raced with the possibilities.
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My teammates and I were having a blast at the carnival! We rode the biggest rides and ate elephant ears and fried twinkies. It was getting late and we still hadn't done the haunted house yet. My teammates wanted to leave and go get dinner, but I told them I'd stay to do one more ride, then join them later.
The haunted house was the kind where you walk through, and there's a new scare around every corner. After standing in line, I was ushered into the haunted house with 20 or so other people. The first stop was a spooky cemetery with lots of fog and lights. I felt something touch my arm. I tried to just shrug it off and remind myself that it was a haunted house and it was supposed to be scary, but my instincts told me to be on high alert.
Then me and about 10 others were crammed into an elevator-type contraption to be taken to the next phase of the haunted house. It was dark and there were people pressed against me on all sides. As the elevator started, I felt two rough hands reach under my skirt and begin rubbing the outside of my thighs. I tried to push the hands away, but the elevator was too crowded and the hands were too strong. Then the hands began kneading at my butt. I couldn't believe this was happening! And I couldn't believe that I couldn't stop it. I kept struggling, but it wasn't helping.
When the elevator came to a stop a minute or two later, instead of following the crowd out of the main door, I was pulled back into a hidden door. Suddenly I was in the haunted house's under belly, the place participants aren't supposed to see. The man had pulled me into a small dark room with several doors that potentially led to different parts of the haunted house. We were all alone now.