He stood next to me through some idle introductory questions, telling me his name (which was ironically "Bill") before asking if I cared to have some ...ompany. I told him that would be fine and he quickly slid onto the stool beside me, switching into that casual "gee I'm really interested in your job" mode of conversation that so many men still think fools us women.I was impressed by the acting anyway, and could feel his tension as his eyes strained to refrain from dropping to my cleavage. It. And it sounded pack. It was the first home game of the year, and every one at UW knew I was a cheerleader. Everyone for the last week had been telling me how excited they were to see me perform.It was so much pressure. I was just nineteen. I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t demand to become a futa.I trembled in my cheer uniform, staring down at my pleated skirts. My cock wasn’t even hard. Usually, I had a half-chub most of the time if not a full erection. But nothing right now. I took in a deep. I had no idea someone’s tongue could go so far into my mouth. What was even more surprising to me was how much I loved being held and kissed by this sexy black girl.Asante stood up and took off her shorts and top. She had no underwear on and her body was a beautiful caramel with perfect size tits and a flat belly that lead to her shaved pussy. Her ass wasn’t a big as the other girls, but it was perfectly shaped. I wish mine was that nice and decided that I would shave my pussy if I ever got. ” I stammered. All of a sudden my feet began to move from the spots they had grown roots to. I turned and hurriedly walked, my feet tangling and almost tripping myself. I hurried downstairs and straight to the truck.Later that day I got a phone call from my uncle. My stomach knotted as I hit the green button on the cell phone. “ Hello.” The word felt dry and heavy as it left my mouth.“Hey Rene over at A Slice Of Italy called,” my uncle said rather matter-of-factly.“Ok,” is all I could muster to.