It certainly wouldn’t do to get caught by one the chaperones. If one of the coaches spotted her out of her room after curfew, they’d think she’d snuck off to see her boyfriend, Randy. The young quarterback’s spunk, viscously sliding down the walls of her immature vagina and collecting in her dampening cheer-panties, reminded her that they would be correct in such a belief.

The evening had worked out well enough. The fourteen-year-old freshman cheerleader was staying in the state capital along with the rest of the cheerleading squad and the boys’ football team because tomorrow morning they would be competing in the state semifinals.

Although the coaches, both the boys’ and her squad’s, had sternly shepherded all the teenagers into their rooms for the evening shortly after dinner at the Country Buffet, the pixie-cute brunette had lucked out. She was assigned a room with Nadine Tucker, a doe-eyed, sixteen-year-old blonde junior with an agenda similar to her own.

Within five minutes of entering the room, Nadine had called her boyfriend, Calvin, and everything had been arranged. By either fortune or design, Calvin was assigned a room with Randy, and so Cindy had crept out and up one flight of stairs just as Calvin had come down.

Within fifteen minutes Randy had tossed her onto the bed, pushed up her pleated skirt, pulled off her panties, shoved his virile bone into her, and deposited a generous load. Now, five minutes later after that short interlude, Cindy was trying to sneak back before her coach’s bed check.

Suddenly the stairwell door swung open, and Cindy gasped, only to be relieved a moment later to discover it was only Calvin, heading back of to his room.

“Hi, Cin,” Calvin had smiled as he strode past her and up the staircase. “See ya tomorrow.” ......(cont)