I was a member of our college’s football cheerleading squad and proudly ware the short, pleated purple and gold shirt and was lucky, because at the age of 18, I well-advanced beyond my fellow female classmates and had full, firm breast to fill the sweaters we were given to wear on the Friday’s preceding a football game. I had little sexual experience but once-in-a-while when my hormones were raging, I would go to the girl’s restrooms on these Friday mornings to slip out of my bra so that my long, hard nipples would create a tantalizing sillouete underneath my well-tailored sweater. Once in a while I would even remove my panties so that I could discretely reach up under my shirt when sitting at my desk and play with my most, supple pink lips and bring myself to a secret hot orgasm. Another favorite pastime was to remove my panties so that when I would lean over to take a sip form the water fountain I could excite myself with the though that one of the boys that I wanted to impress would get an eyeful.
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One week prior to the big game against our long-standing rival school, I had been chosen my a lottery and entered into a pact of secrecy with my fellow cheerleaders to paint our school’s mascot symbol on our rival’s schools bus. It had been an annual event which was “destined” to become an annual tradition. Unfortunately, however, unbeknownst to me I was caught in the act. Friday, the next morning, I rushed to the restroom to stuff my bra into my purse and was now proudly outfitted in my pleated short skirt and tightly fitting sweater. Upon emerging for the restroom, I ran into our assistant vice-principal, Mr. Humphrey. Mr. Humphrey was a 6′ tall handsome specimen of a full grown man. All of the girls in the school held a secret crush on him and I was no exception. Mr. Humphrey asked me where I was the night before and I was speechless. He then told me to report to his office immediately. When I entered his office, he rose form his desk and come around to close the door and told me to sit down. He proceeded to pace and told me that he had anticipated this annual act of vandalism and staked out the area where our rival’s school bus was parked —— I was caught in the act. He told me that he had little choice but to relinquish my position on the cheerleading squad. The thought of being thrown off the squad let alone having my parents find out and giving up my uniform was more than I could bear. Read more
I was a member of our college’s football cheerleading squad and proudly wear the short, pleated purple and gold shirt and was lucky, because at the age of 18, I well-advanced beyond my fellow female classmates and had full, firm breast to fill the sweaters we were given to wear on the Friday’s preceding a football game. I had a little sexual experience but once-in-a-while when my hormones were raging, I would go to the girl’s restrooms on these Friday mornings to slip out of my bra so that my long, hard nipples would create a tantalizing sillouete underneath my well-tailored sweater. Once in a while I would even remove my panties so that I could discretely reach up under my shirt when sitting at my desk and play with my most, supple pink lips and bring myself to a secret hot orgasm. Another favorite pastime was to remove my panties so that when I would lean over to take a sip form the water fountain I could excite myself with the though that one of the boys that I wanted to impress would get an eyeful.
Free Gallery Here
One week prior to the big game against our long-standing rival school, I had been chosen by a lottery and entered into a pact of secrecy with my fellow cheerleaders to paint our school’s mascot symbol on our rival’s schools bus. It had been an annual event which was “destined” to become an annual tradition. Unfortunately, however, unbeknownst to me I was caught in the act. Friday, the next morning, I rushed to the restroom to stuff my bra into my purse and was now proudly outfitted in my pleated short skirt and tightly fitting sweater. Upon emerging for the restroom, I ran into our assistant vice-principal, Mr. Humphrey. Mr. Humphrey was a 6 foot tall handsome specimen of a full grown man. All of the girls in the school held a secret crush on him and I was no exception. Mr. Humphrey asked me where I was the night before and I was speechless. He then told me to report to his office immediately. When I entered his office, he rose from his desk and came around to close the door and told me to sit down. He proceeded to pace and told me that he had anticipated this annual act of vandalism and staked out the area where our rival’s school bus was parked —— I was caught in the act. He told me that he had little choice but to relinquish my position on the cheerleading squad. Read more
