The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen. This is a one off short story that is my personal twist on the cliché cheerleader fantasy. Nothing deep, just really sexy and really fun. Nice or constructive comments are very much appreciated. Rude comments are just mean and will be deleted. Enjoy the fantasy. -xoxo Daphne.
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Men aren't complicated. If you are a woman in a relationship with a man, making him happy is actually very easy. Find out what really...and I mean REALLY...turns him on...and then give it to him.
My name is Melanie, and I was planning to make my boyfriend very happy.
The two of us met in college and sparked off each other immediately. He loved my flirty, spontaneous side, and I loved his sensitive, gallant nature. After graduation, we started living together in a small apartment just outside the downtown area of the city. We both found jobs, went to work, and began our twenty-something lives.
I'll be honest. I know I'm pretty hot. My eyes are deep brown and I have a very naughty smile. I've got silky brunette hair that hangs to my shoulders. My rear is amazing and looks fantastic in tight jeans or short shorts. It's my breasts that really turn heads though. They are full but not too large, firm but not too hard, and bounce beautifully when I walk. I admit that I am guilty sometimes of using my rack to distract a guy intentionally, just to play with his mind.
It always worked on my boyfriend.
He was a sweet, artistic, intellectual type who was always a gentleman and loved to spoil me. His reserved personality had always been very attractive, but I loved coaxing him out of his comfort zone and sometimes things got really wild. I tended to be sexually aggressive and he was more shy. I knew though that he really enjoyed it when I got his motor running.
...and tonight I was going to rock his world.
He had a thing for cheerleaders. I think that's pretty much true of all guys. However, his cheerleader fantasy was very specific. He absolutely loved the uniforms that the cheerleaders of a certain professional football team from Texas wore. He wasn't really into watching football, but whenever those cheerleaders were on camera he was absolutely spellbound. The big hair, the blue and white midriff top that tied in the front, the tight white hot pants with blue stars on the beltline, and the white boots. It was a sexual package that blew his mind every time.
My boyfriend had never asked me to wear the outfit, but I knew deep down that he secretly fantasized about it. He wanted me to be his own private professional cheerleader to fuck whenever he wished. The idea made me just as horny, and I decided that I was going to give him exactly what he wanted.
Although I wasn't a cheerleader in high school or college, I was on the all-girl competitive dance team so I knew how to shake it. I began studying several of the professional cheerleader dance routines and practiced whenever I had the apartment to myself. The anticipation of performing a private show for my boyfriend really turned me on while I was learning new moves. Over the next few weeks, I had perfected several dance routines while adding a few sexual moves of my own.
The hardest part to learn was the jump split that the cheerleaders did at the end of most of their routines. I could do a full split if I eased into it but to perfect a jump split I had to improve my flexibility. At the local gym, I would work out and practice my stretching often. At our apartment, I would hold a full split while reading or working on my laptop. Eventually it became easy, almost comfortable to just jump, spread my legs, and land in perfect splits.
Then...the outfit arrived.
I had it sent to my workplace just so my boyfriend wouldn't accidentally see it delivered. I got so excited when I saw the package on my desk. Not daring to open the box at work, I kept it in the trunk of my car until I got back to our apartment. Making sure that he wasn't home from his day yet, I hid the box in the back of my closet. It was going to be hard waiting until the weekend, but it made the anticipation that much hotter.
Finally, Friday came. It was time for a show.
I knew he was working a little late to get ready for next week. I, on the other hand, took off a little early from work to have plenty of time to get ready. Arriving at our apartment, I changed out of my work clothes and took a nice, long, warm shower. Then, drying off and putting on my bathrobe, I took the box out of the closet and placed it on the bed.
The outfit was custom made to my measurements, so I knew it would be a perfect fit. First, I took the white hot pants and slid them on up over my hips and ass, buckling the belt around my waist. The fit was perfect, and just the act of putting them on made my pussy tingle.
Sitting down on the bed, I put the white boots on one at a time. When I stood back up, I noticed the boots gave me a few more inches to my height.
I put the top part of the uniform on like a tiny jacket, my arms sliding into the long blue sleeves, leaving my midriff completely exposed. I tucked my boobs into place and tied the cloth in a knot between my breasts, securing them firmly and giving me amazing cleavage. Included in the ensemble were two blue and white pompoms with six-inch handles.
Now for the hair.
Taking my styling gel, hair spray, large hot rollers, and a blow dryer, I began teasing my hair to give it the large layered look that a lot of professional cheerleaders are known to have. After about half an hour of heating, rolling, cooling, and spraying, I got my hair looking exactly the way I wanted.
For a few minutes I posed in front of our full-length mirror, admiring how unbelievably sexy I looked. My ass was amazingly curvy and tight in the shorts while my breasts were so perky they seemed to be defying the laws of physics. My bare midriff was firm, leading to the curves at my hips and down to my toned flexible legs. My big hair was perfect for whipping around while I was dancing.
"Just wait until he sees me in this." I thought to myself. My boyfriend would be coming home soon, and I was going to be the fantasy girl he'd always wanted.
I was so horny with anticipation that my pussy was tingling. Almost involuntarily, I moved my hand between my legs to rub my pussy through the tight tight shorts.
It wasn't enough, so I slipped my hand gently down the front of my shorts and parted the lips of my labia. My clitoris was already erect, and I began touching it using tiny little circular movements of my hand.
"Um!" I closed my eyes and gently bit my bottom lip as little intense jolts of pleasure fired through me.
Completely succumbing to the pleasure, I sat down on the bed and leaned back, spreading my legs wide and lowering the tight shorts a little to get better access to my cunt.
As I tortured my clitoris with my hand, I took one of the pompoms and placed the handle up against the entrance to my pussy.
"Ohgod..." I moaned as I gently pushed the handle inside my warm moist depths, the pompom making little swishing sounds as I began pumping it back and forth inside my love canal.
The curls of my big hair brushed against my cheeks as I turned my head to one side, glancing at myself in the mirror. Seeing the reflection of me dressed as a professional cheerleader and fucking a pompom was a surreal image.
It was unbelievably hot.
"Oh! Oh! Oh!! Oh!!" I began pumping my hips up off the mattress in little thrusts to hump the pompom handle in the most obscene way possible. The ridge at the bottom of the handle glided across my g-spot over and over and over as my other hand continued to wank my clitoris at an amazing speed, sending my body into beautiful jolts of lust.
"Ohgod! Ohgod!! Ohgod!!" The pleasure kept coming...and building. My hips were bucking off of the mattress now, fucking the pompom handle like an out of control bitch.
"YES!! YES!! OHH!! FUUCCK!!" Finally, the explosion came, my pussy clamping down on the pompom handle as a huge orgasm washed over me. Instead of closing my eyes, I made myself look at my reflection in the mirror, watching as I came, my body shaking and twitching uncontrollably, my breasts heaving with every deep lustful breath. Who was this cheerleader slut that just came so hard fucking her pompom?
It was me.
No sooner had my orgasm faded than I heard my boyfriend's car parking. I quickly leaped off the bed and set up a chair in the middle of the great room. Placing a set of soft padded handcuffs on the seat, I wrote a quick note on a Post-it and attached it to the chair:
