Kelly climbed the stairs on the long, yellow school bus, holding her tray of squirt bottles filled with cold water, anticipating what was to come in just a few minutes. She looked down the twenty rows of benches and at all the varsity football players, now looking at her expectantly.
Kelly wasn't exactly what you would call a "good girl". Not by a long shot. At 18, she was 115 lbs, 5'3", brown haired and green eyed. All the other girls hated her for the same reason they hated most girls who were beautiful. Kelly could eat anything she wanted and not gain an ounce. She was intelligent, and had a good head on her shoulders. She just liked sex. Loved it, in fact. She'd done just about everything you could do at sex, and fucked probably half the male high school population. But only one at a time. However, lately, she just hadn't been able to get off like she used to. It used to be that all it took was a big dick shoved deep inside her to send her off to another world. Now it made her yawn. So she decided that since this was her last year of high school and she was moving to Atlanta in a week with her mom and her "new opportunity", she was going to take that one step she'd never had the courage to do before.
So as she walked down the aisle, passing out water bottles, she didn't fuss, or slap any hands away when they crept up her leg or pinched her ass. Instead, she kept walking down the aisle, doing just what she looked like she was doing. Passing out bottles. However, about half-way down the bus, she ran out.
"Oh dear, guys, I ran out of squeeze bottles. Now what will you squeeze? Any ideas?" The idea of being a total and complete slut to these thirty-odd muscular studs was almost overwhelming. So when the first hand actually went up her cheerleading skirt, she felt that familiar tingle between her legs, and the first bead of moisture started to collect.
"I have an idea, Kelly." It was Jose, the wide receiver. At 6'4" and 180, he was quite a large guy. And with his hispanic/white background, he had the exotic good looks that attracted all the girls. He held on to her ass and squeezed it gently, first cupping one cheek, the moving on to the other.
Kelly looked down at him, her eyes starting to glaze over with lust. Jose recognized that look, having fucked her on several occasions, and hooked his thumb on the waistband of her bloomers. When he didn't get any objections, he raised his other hand up, and hooked it too, tugging them down around her ankles.
The other guys were stunned. Here they were, less than two hours from kick-off, and Kelly, the slut cheerleader, was letting a player pull her pants down on the bus. Even Jose didn't seem to know what to do. But another player across the aisle from him, broke the silence. "Wow" was all he said, then moved his hand up her leg from her calf, all the way up to the top of her thigh, brushing the tightly trimmed pubic hairs with his index finger, producing shudders from Kelly.
That ended the stun on the guys. All at once, Kelly had hands all over her. Jose was unzipping her skirt, while she stepped out of her bloomers. Another guy was unzipping her top, while she raised her arms for her bra to be pulled off. Then she was naked.
