I am not the cheerleader type. I think of cheerleaders as beautiful, bubbly, busty, and brain-dead, and I'm none of those things. As of the end of my ...reshman year of high school, which would be about now, I'd classify myself as a brainy beanpole with a little geek mixed in (I'm somewhat prone to bouts of concentration during which I exist on another plane).So, when Elizabeth Malden asked me if I had a couple of minutes, sat me down in a quiet corner of the quad, and said, "Jennifer, the. Betraying her deepest desires. “I’ll grab a slice in a minute, Ma.” DJ called over his shoulder, never taking his eyes from Heathers. With one swift sweep of his arms, he was cradling Heather against his chest as he ascended the stairs at an alarming speed. Heather gasped in surprise, but didn’t protest. He pushed open the first door on the landing. The room was dark save for a streak of light from a street lamp peaking through the curtain. DJ captured Heather’s parted lips with his. The. "How does my pussy taste?" I ask him."Amazing, as always" He responds. "I want to be inside of you" Jeremy says.I smile, "Do you wanna clean me up first?" I ask."Do you want me to?" He asks back. Oh my god he's such a freak, he wants to fuck me with Jeron's cum still all over me. "No. Get up here and fuck me. I want to feel Jeron's cum between our bodies." I tell him.Jeremy moves up and enters me. It feels good. "I can tell you've been stretched." He says. "Yeah I can tell too." I reply. "Does. I was looking upat him, his face was full of lust, I could see it in his eyes, thenbefore I knew it I was between his wide open legs, in his arms kissinghim, responding to him as his lewd thick tongue ravished my mouth. Icould feel his hard penis hot against my tummy, feeling like it wasburning through the material of my sheer baby dress.His kisses and caresses grew fiercer and harder, my heart was poundingnow, my tummy tight, I felt my breath coming in short pants, my entrappedpenis throbbing.