Eli walked into the living room and glanced at the clock. It was almost time. Steve would be there soon. She moved over to the mirror and looked at her reflection. She ran her hands over her body and smiled.
"I look good," she whispered to herself.
She touched her breasts. They were firm and full. Squeezing them gently, she smiled again. She was wearing her cheerleading uniform and the soft material of the sweater felt good against her hard nipples.
Holding her arms out, she spun around, turning her head to watch her reflection. Her short skirt flew up revealing her bare ass.
"Nice ass, Eli," she said and giggled.
Lifting the front of the skirt up, she looked at her bare pussy. She ran a finger up and down the little slit and moaned softly.
"God, I'm so wet. I need to get fucked."
She rubbed her clit for a moment and then lifted her hand up and looked at at her wet finger. Sticking her tongue out, she licked the moisture off her finger and sighed.
"I really need to get fucked," she whispered and glanced at the clock again.
It was her nineteenth birthday and her older lover was going to help her celebrate by fucking her all weekend. Just then, the doorbell rang making her jump. She dropped her skirt back down, smoothed it out and straightened her sweater and walked to the door. Looking through the peep hole, she smiled and opened the door.
Steve grinned at her and stepped inside. Eli closed the door, kissed him on the cheek and then danced away from him into the living room. Steve followed her. Reaching the middle of the room, she turned to face him.
"So," she said. "What do you think?"
Steve laughed. "You are a hot little cheerleader, baby," he said.
Eli smiled, her eyes beaming at him. She held her arms out and spun around, her skirt flying up. Steve whistled at her and she giggled.
"Oops," she said. "I forgot to put on my panties."
She skipped over to him, pressed her body against him and hugged him tightly. He hugged her and ran his hands over her back.
