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Trisha stood in front of the mirror in her bedroom, chewing her lip, deep in thought. The petite cheerleader was clad in only a bra and a thong, her perky, 32C-cup breasts snug and bulging in their bra, round and ample in contrast to her thin waist. The red thong hugged her slender hips, tight against the faint bulge of Trisha's pussy, the tiny g-string back disappearing between her generous butt cheeks. Her long brown hair was draped over her shoulders and down her back, matching perfectly with her brown eyes. One hand was holding up her cell phone to her cheek. The other was holding a light pink dress against her body, examining it in the mirror. "I don't know, Britney...maybe I'll just stay in tonight. I was planning on just doing some homework anyway. And I can't decide what to wear." She turned around and tossed the dress onto her bed, next to several others. "Come on, Trisha! Don't be so boring! It'll be fun. I'll make sure of it. I promise." Trisha sighed. "Yeah, but...
I can’t wait to see you tomorrow night, sexy lady. Janet Connor sighed as she closed off her cell phone. Tomorrow night would be her third date with Roger and as older adults, they both knew what that usually meant. It would have been earlier but with her son Rick coming home with a friend from school they were forced to delay it. He had been flirting with her hard for three days over text. Their second date had ended with some serious kissing and a lot of roaming hands, but she held back from letting him have the goods too soon because she didn’t want to seem desperate for male attention. The truth was she was incredibly horny and couldn’t wait to get laid again. It had been months since her last disappointment from the dating world and her vibrator could only provide so much stimulation. Roger was a simple guy with a decent job who had good honest intentions with her. After years of dating various men after her divorce, the crop of men who didn’t have
Gasping and out of breath, shivering against the cold October air, Trisha arrived at her classroom. Taking a deep breath, she pushed open the door and walked in. Every pair of eyes was on the cheerleader as she hurriedly walked to her desk. Still clad in her cheerleader's uniform, Trisha was almost certain that the front row could see the bottom of her panties, poking out from under her swishing skirt. She tried to tug it down a bit as she reached her desk, but it only brought more attention to herself. Ashamed and embarrassed, she quietly began to pull out her books, still breathing hard. As she looked down, her eyes caught on her blouse and she blushed, mortified. It must have been colder than she thought – her nipples were rock-hard, and were visibly poking straight through her blouse. "Trisha…you're very late." Mr. Braun's voice rang through the classroom. A couple of the boys in the row next to her were staring at her – her cheerleader's skirt barely covering her legs,
Trisha threw her backpack and her gym bag into the trunk of her mother's car. Her mom worked from home on Fridays, so she let Trisha drive herself to school. Cheerleading practice had run longer than usual, and the sun was already dipping down below the horizon as Trisha pulled out of the school parking lot. She turned on the radio as she drove and began to softly hum along with the song, but almost immediately, her mind started to drift, just as it always did these days. It had been three days since Britney had invited Trisha into the air duct to watch her torture Principal Johnson. But it had been Britney's words afterwards that had stuck so deeply in Trisha's mind. Being completely willing to be yourself was one thing for Britney, but...Trisha had friends to consider. What would they think of me if I started acting like Britney? If I started dressing up in tube tops and miniskirts? They would never talk to me again! As much as she hated their cattiness, and the way they always j
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