Finally, it’s up to you if you want to be a cheerleader. They’d pick you without a problem. You’re athletic, cute and I’ve seen you dance. If ...ou want, I can put in a good word with the head cheerleader. She might be willing to listen to me if I suggested someone,” I offered.“Oh, I didn’t know about you and Mona,” she said, and her voice trailed off.“She asked me out last night, so there was no reason you’d know.”Of course there was the announcement she’d made on Facebook. I had gotten a few. Some guys came over and one of them wanted to have sex with her. When she refused, he got angry and grabbed a shotgun and tried to kill her. One of her friends tried to knock the shotgun away. Instead of the blast hitting her chest it hit her knee. It permanently disfigured her leg and gave her a pronounced limp. This was during the era of legs. A women’s beauty was judged by the shape, length, ect of her legs. We were just recently in the era of booty. Where it was all about that ass. To. Every time I saw him I couldn't help but notice his shapely back built wide with muscle. Straight after the gym, I would lay in my bed rubbing my pussy and imagining his body towering over me, my small petite hands gripping his large back, with my nails sinking into him as he pounds me. So I stalked him on Facebook, got his number and started chatting to him, we instantly found chemistry and from a normal conversation things began to heat up and before I knew it we started having phone sex. I was nearly falling out of my blouse anyway, since several of the top buttons were missing, so it was easy to massage myself. ‘Pinch your nipples, hard’ ‘Ow!’ I exclaimed, jolted by the sudden burst of pain. We looked at each other for a moment of surprised silence. ‘Did you like that?’ Jenny asked ‘No,’ I said shortly, rubbing gently to make the pain go away. ‘That really hurt! I don’t know what happened.’ Jenny focused intently on my face. ‘Do you love me, Linnea? Tell me the truth.’ ‘I’m.