This is a story about my first time with my HighSchool sweetheart.
I grew up with four sisters, two older, and two younger. This means that for the most part, my childhood was pure hell. It was around my first year of High school, that I found I could turn this curse to my advantage.
One of my older sisters was on the cheerleading squad. The other was on the gymnastics team. My back yard became a practice ground for the most desirable, most sought after girls in town.
Of course my sisters didn't want me hanging around, but there was always wood to split, or grass to mow, weeds to pull, things like that, that gave me a reason to be out there. Soon I was as much a piece of furniture as the lawn chairs. I was invisible to them until they wanted something. I had a perpetual boner, and our yard never looked better. I masturbated each night fantasizing, about the girls tumbling and dancing in my back yard.
Then a tragedy befell the family of one of the cheerleaders. An uncle of one of her parents had died. Her parents had to attend the funeral, out of state. Arrangements were made, and Cathy came to stay with us while they were away.
As usual, they practiced in the yard after school. I didn't even try to find an excuse to be there. I sat in a lawn chair, and watched. I could not think of anything except that this perfect body was going to be living under the same roof as me for the next week or so. Purple and white are our school colors. The top of the uniform has an Indian warrior emblazed across the chest. The short skirt is pleats of white and purple. Beneath the skirt they wear tight shorts of the same purple. The ensemble is completed by purple knee socks, and purple and white saddle shoes.
I sat until suppertime, watching Cathy's every move. When Mom announced that it was almost suppertime, the girls ended their practice. My dick was as stiff as a bone, as I went in to wash up. The girls were in the bathroom ahead of me, as usual. I could hear all five of them in there giggling, and cackling, as I stood and waited for my turn in there.
We sat down at the table, Mom at one end, Dad at the other. , Chris, Loretta and Cathy on one side, myself and my younger siblings on the other. I sat directly across from Cathy. During the meal, she dropped her fork and it bounced. As I reached down to pick it up, I looked under the table in hopes to get a glance under her skirt. What I saw was more then I'd dared hope.
Her legs were spread wide. Her left hand was scratching her thigh, just below the purple strap that was stretched across her pussy. I could make out her lips as I stared transfixed at her. She moved her hand and rubbed it over her mound. I bumped my head as my mother spoke.
"Get her a clean fork out of the drawer." Mom said.
I finished eating with a raging hardon.
With five teenagers in the house, baths start as soon as the supper dishes are done. Being a guest, Cathy had the honor of going first. She emerged smelling of strawberries and soap. She wore a nightshirt, and nothing else.
I was watching TV. She sat on the sofa, across the room from where I sat. My sisters went about their showers and disappeared into the background as I watched Cathy Watch TV.
She sat with her back to the arm of the coach. One leg stretched out the length of the seat, and the other one on the floor. She pretended to watch the set, but I could tell she was more interested in teasing me. She took a bottle of baby lotion from her bag and began applying it liberally to her legs. I had seen my sisters do this, but there was something different about watching Cathy rub the creamy lotion on herself.
She spread the baby lotion from her ankle to her knee. Then she kneaded it into her calf. She then rubbed it up her thigh to the edge of her curly black hair. She then did the same with her other leg. As she finished the rubbing she sat with her hand on her crotch and asked if I would rub some on her feet. My voice caught in my throat as I answered her.
I moved to the other end of the sofa, and she put her feet on my lap. My hands trembled as I took the bottle from her hands. I poured some of it onto my hand and applied it to her foot. As I rubbed my hand across her foot, she moaned and slid down on the sofa. This caused her shirt to ride up giving me an unobscured view of her pussy, and brought her foot in contact with my stiff denim covered erection. My sister chose that moment to come into the room.
Cathy pulled her shirt down to cover herself, but left her feet where they were. One I was massaging, moving my fingers instinctively over the places, which make my feet, feel better when I rubbed them. The other was pressed tight against my aching cock.
Red sat down in the chair I had been occupying and said, “MMM, That looks good, you can do me when you finish Cathy."
Cathy wiggled her foot against me. And said to my sister," He does a good job, if I'd known he was into foot rubs, I would have had him at the start of the year."
She barely moved her foot, but the sensation of what she was doing with my sister sitting there was more than I could take. When she told my sister that it made her wet to have a man rub her feet I shot my load into my pants. The way Cathy pushed on my dick, I know she could tell.
"You'll have to wait for your foot rub Red" Cathy said, rubbing her foot in my crotch, "Jim needs a shower now."
If I were not flushed from cumming, I would have turned beet red then. Cathy pulled her feet from my lap, and said, "Go clean yourself up."
I took a quick shower. When I came out the girls were playing cards on the kitchen table. Mom was watching TV. I told her that I was going to my room and went upstairs.
I hung up my robe and dropped necked on my bed. As I lay there I felt something bulge under the covers. I pulled back the blanket and there lay a purple pair of shorts, the bottoms of Cathy's uniform. I picked them up and a piece of paper fell from them.
On it was written. "I never wear underwear with these. I want them back before the game. Try to cum. on the inside so it doesn't show. Enjoy yourself; see you in the morning, Dream of me"
I held the crotch of Cathy's shorts up to my nose. I inhaled the aroma of the still warm sweat, and the fragrant oils of her sex. I stroked my cock, and sucked on the crotch of the uniform. I then wrapped the cotton paints around my shaft and jerked off into them. I came into Cathy’s cheerleading shorts Three times before I fell asleep with them still around my cock.
I awoke to a soft knock on my bedroom door. "Time to get up" Cathy's sweet voice sounded through the door.
I had an instant boner, as Cathy came into my room.
"I seem to have misplaced part of my uniform" she whispered. "You haven't seen a pair of purple panties lying around have you?"
"They may need to be washed, but I do know where you left them" I replied.
She smiled, "Did you get any on the outside where it can be seen?
"I really can't say, as I have not looked at them." I told her.
She told me to give them to her and she would look. I handed her the warm shorts, and she held them to her face, and sniffed.
"You did cum in them didn't you” she said as she stretched them out. "I don’t see any showing through," she opened them up and looked in them. "You coated the inside real good."
I snuck my hand down and squeezed my erect cock as she fondled the cum filled crotch of her shorts.
"You have a morning stiffy, let me see she said as she knelt beside my bed and pulled back my sheets. She took my stiff member in her hand. She squeezed and stroked me for less than a minute before I exploded spraying cum all over myself and Cathy's arm and hand. She brought her hand to her mouth, and tasted my cum. Then she licked her arm and hand clean of the goo.
“You better get ready for school” she said as she picked up her shorts and left the room.

Jim McNally

anonymous readerReport

2013-07-14 19:22:34
Are you going to write a part two?

anonymous readerReport

2012-12-20 01:05:26
good story try to use more detail and explain more because i highllydought that you were that calm when a hot cheerleader gave you her shorts and a morning rub.....could happen though

anonymous readerReport

2012-04-17 16:51:31
OK, about the format--after posting you can edit your story. When I do mine I start at the top and move the cursor down. Every time i reach a new paragraph I press ENTER to make a space between the lines. Really not too difficult. Good story, although the word necked threw me.


2012-04-17 15:01:30
I am sorry for the messed up format, If someone knows how to prevent this from happening when I post, Please tell me.

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