I wrote this brand new series because I love hot young cheerleaders and willing guys, and I’m especially fond of slender legs, tight asses, and sexy panties. If you share my fantasies, this erotica will provide you many hours of pleasure!
The Cheerleader Panties Series is composed of four stories that currently are sold separately and will soon be available in an erotica bundle titled Cheerleaders: Hot and Wild.
(1) Cheerleader Panties
Hayden lies back on the grass and groans inwardly when Sierra stands over him in her cheerleader uniform. His gaze travels up her slender legs, to the panties under her skirt, and he discreetly slides his textbook over his lap. She turned down his offer of a hook up, yet constantly teases him, and he doesn’t know how much more he can stand.
Sierra saunters down the cafeteria steps, hem of her cheerleader skirt bouncing on her slender thighs, sees me and waves in my direction. A natural blonde with high cheekbones, she has such cute dimples that I fantasize about her on a daily basis. It’s the only way I can be around her and not have a hard on.
In my favorite spot on the common, under an oak that branches overhead, I lie on my back, open my textbook and read a paragraph about continental drift. The words run together and my heartbeat thumps my ears, making it impossible to concentrate. Footsteps approach, a soft quickness in the grass, and I inhale her perfume. A strawberry scent, it makes me lightheaded every time I smell it.
She steps across my chest and straddles my head, Nikes touching my ears, and I focus on her right knee as though it is the most interesting thing in the world. God, I’d like to probe her in spots that make her squirm. Her cheerleader panties entice my gaze to travel upward, to the mound between her legs, and my cock twitches under my jeans. I discreetly slide my book over my swelling bulge and force my gaze toward her face. Sierra’s blue eyes squint playfully, and she grins down at me.
“Hayden,” she says, “we were supposed to meet at the gym a half hour ago.”
We’re teammates on the Franklin College Cheerleader Squad, both of us freshman, and it’s my job to lift her during the cheers. When I think about placing my palm on her firm ass, my thumb an inch from her pussy, it makes me so horny that it drives me fucking crazy.
“Forgot I had an exam,” I say, which is a total lie. I ducked out of our private practice session because I’m at the point where I can’t control myself.
Her gaze travels over my chest and comes to rest on the book.
“Are you hard again?” she says. “OMG, I can’t even be around you for five seconds without you going all homo-erectus.”
“Don’t flatter yourself.”
“Move it,” she says.
I leave the book on my lap. “Go on and get loosened up. I’ll be right behind you.”
She yanks the book upward, drops it in the grass, and we both stare at the bulge that strains against my jeans.
(2) Bare Bottom on a Harley
Making her boyfriend jealous is Bailey’s favorite activity, and he punishes her in ways that make her soooo excited. When he orders her to take off her panties and get on the Harley, she knows the fun has just begun.
When Bailey bent over and laced her shoe in the Folston College hallway, the students behind her came to a standstill. She felt their gazes travel up her pretty legs and settle on her ass, and she nibbled her lower lip as her pussy moistened.
She liked showing off her body—the main reason she became a cheerleader—but more than anything she loved making her boyfriend jealous. She swallowed a giggle. Fallon should be exiting the economics classroom any second now.
The hum in the hallway dropped to a hush, a stillness that moistened her pussy even more. She had a traffic-stopper bottom, tightly curved, and bending over like this stretched her panties so much that the cotton dimpled her pussy. Bailey sighed, a whimper that barely escaped her lips, wanted so badly to sneak her fingers between her legs and rub her clit.
A firm hand grabbed her shoulder and guided her upright. She came face-to-face with her boyfriend, and from the look of Fallon’s hardened jaw, he was none too happy at the moment. The students shuffled down the hall, a whisper of reluctant soles on the vinyl floor, and she winced when her boyfriend curled his fingers into her skin. He spoke hoarsely into her ear.
“Take them off,” he said.
Fallon smoked Marlboro cigarettes and rode a Harley, and she’d been with him for five months. His brown hair was perpetually tangled, and she loved gazing into his expressive hazel eyes. She spoke in her most innocent voice.
“Take what off?”
(3) Antonio & Aubrey
When Antonio, an exchange student from Italy, wakes to the hot cheerleader standing at the foot of his bed, he cannot believe his luck. He conceals his erection, but Aubrey asks to see it so he blushingly shrugs out from underneath the bedspread. . . .
The girl, wearing a skimpy outfit and fishnet stockings, walked into Antonio’s bedroom and he quickly pulled the bedspread up to his waist. Accustomed to silk sheets and feather pillows, he had not slept well his first night in America. Still, one look at his surprise visitor and he was wide awake.
“You don’t have to cover up,” she said. “I mean, it’s not like it’s something I haven’t seen before.”
Aubrey had brown hair, a cut that swept back toward her delicate earlobes and fell evenly across the nape of her neck. She was beautiful in an Anglo Saxon sort of way—slender and fit, a confident gaze—the type of girl he had wanted to meet when he decided to study abroad his junior year. The girl plopped down on the bed, brought her knees up and interlocked her fingers in front of her shins. She had a pink bow on her panties, and the outline of her pussy made his heart beat very fast. His cock hardened and a bulge formed under the bedspread. The girl gazed at his lap and smiled.
“Are you going to let me see it, or what?” she said.
Antonio, unaccustomed to such forwardness, blushed and shrugged out from under the bedspread. He was swollen to the max, and the ridge on the underside of his circumcised shaft was almost as long as a number 2 pencil. The head, round and firm, glistening at the slit, was the same color as her lips, and he wondered if she would suck him or if she was just a tease.
“This was my brother’s room before he graduated and moved to California,” she said. “We took down all the NFL posters before you moved in. Feel free to put anything you want on the walls.”
Antonio shook his head affirmatively. He’d had a choice of five families who took in exchange students, had chosen the Strattons after learning they had a daughter who was also a junior at Valrico University. While he’d known she was beautiful from the family photo he’d received via email, her desire to see his cock was beyond his dreams.
“I’m in my cheerleader uniform,” she said, and giggled. “I added the stockings just for you.”
“They are very sexy.”
Aubrey paused as though she considered his words, then her eyes widened and she smiled. He liked how she had such an expressive face and smiled back at her.
“My dream is to become a model after I graduate,” she said. “Like the women in the Penthouse magazines.”
“You would make a fantastico centerfold.”
Antonio raised his arms above his head and stretched, watched her take in his body with her greedy gaze. He was fit from many years of competitive swimming, had a narrow waist and strong legs, was pleased when she refocused on his cock.
Now, if she would only suck it. . . .
Aubrey swiveled around so her ass was to him, stretched into a crawling pose. Her blouse hung down below her pinkish nipples, and the curve of her panties over her bottom was so wonderful he must have flown across the ocean to heaven.
(4) Daddy, Please Don’t Spank Me in Public!
A cheerleader wants to attend a dance, but her daddy forbids her to leave the house. Intent on losing her virginity, she climbs out her bedroom window and takes a shortcut along a dark path, stumbles and falls into the woods.
I landed on a log and rolled to my bottom. Blood trickled from a cut on my knee, and I tried to stop the flow with my hand. When that didn’t work, I took off my cheerleader panties and tied a makeshift bandage. I tugged my uniform down to cover my bare ass, knew the purple skirt would ride up as soon as I got on the dance floor. I giggled. Cinnamon Chandler, the only virgin left in the entire graduating class was actually thinking about attending the dance without wearing her panties. I giggled again, whispered the words, “Too hot to handle.” Then I realized I’d lost my phone and spent the next half hour trying to find it.
Eventually, I gave up and continued my jog through the woods. I arrived on school grounds an hour after the dance started, precisely at 10:00, and I hoped Jake hadn’t given up on me. I paused under a light in the parking lot and took off my bandage. My leg had quit bleeding. I threw my panties in a garbage can and headed for the gym.
Music pounded out of the open door, and my hips started moving on their own. I forced them to stop, knew I couldn’t dance to a fast song without exposing myself. Nor could I dance to something slow, would simply die if Jake slid his hand down my skirt and discovered my bare bottom. I got a little hot wondering how he’d react. He’d probably say something stupid, then press against me and I’d feel what he had between his legs. That thought sped up my heart and left me breathless. This girl was losing her virginity tonight, and I didn’t care if it was in a school hallway or on top of a desk.