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“Nice cheerleader outfit,” Blake says, looking me up and down.
I smirk at him. “You know I’m a cheerleader,” I say.
“Still, to see it… wow.”
I laugh. I am standing in my bedroom in front of my dresser mirror, brushing my long dark blond hair. I check the eyeliner around my dark blue eyes. Still looks good. My boyfriend Blake is standing in my doorway.
“You know I’m just going to mess it up again,” he says, coming towards me seductively.
“Shh,” I say. “Close the door.”
He chuckles. “Erica.” Still he humors me. He closes the door and leans against it with his tall lanky frame. He is goodlooking. He has short dark hair, lean muscles, arms folded across his chest. He’s in college. I’m in high school. A senior. I turned 18 a few months ago. He’s my best friend’s older brother. That’s how we met. I feel my heart rate speed up as I imagine what we are about to do.
I set my brush down. He takes a step toward me. I start to shake a little bit. It’s not like we’ve never made out before, but this is different.
“Shh,” he says, putting his hand on my cheek. He has on black jeans and a black T-shirt. It makes him look vaguely sinister, but I like it. His green eyes sparkle down at me.
He kisses me, and his hands immediately move to my large round breasts. I kiss him harder. He moves his hands to my small waist. He slowly backs me up toward the bed.
“When does your stepdad get home?” he mutters between kisses.
“Five thirty,” I say.
“So, we have time,” he says, then kisses me again.
I live with my stepdad, Bill. My mother died a few years ago, and I’ve never met my real father.
Blake awkwardly kicks his shoes and socks off while kissing me, standing next to my bed. I laugh. I step out of my shoes and then reach down to pull off my socks.
He picks me up and lays me down on the bed. He keeps kissing me. He whips his T-shirt off. Then he unzips the back of my cheerleader uniform. It’s my long-sleeved one because it's winter. He pulls the little outfit off of me, leaving me in my white bra and panties.
“Oh, God, Erica,” Blake says as he kisses my cleavage. I shiver. I can feel wetness gathering between my legs.
“You’re so beautiful,” he says as he reaches around me to unhook my bra. He pulls it off and looks amazed as he stares at my breasts. I run my hands over his muscled chest. I am nervous, but this is so exciting.
“I can’t believe you’re a virgin,” he whispers as he dives between my breasts with his face. I moan. I run my fingers through his hair. Then he starts to pull my panties off. I start to shake again.
“Shh, Erica…” he says quietly. Then he starts to kiss my neck and ears, and then down to my breasts. I am panting. He reaches his hand down to my vagina and puts his fingers inside. I shiver, and get more wet.
He unzips his jeans, and shrugs out of them quickly, boxers too. He is breathing heavily.
“Are you ready?” he asks breathlessly.
“Yes,” I whisper, staring into his eyes.
He reaches down with his hand and guides his penis into me. It feels so big. He thrusts it gently into me as deep as it will go. I feel a sharp pain inside.
“Ow,” I gasp.
“Sorry,” he says. “I guess it always hurts for girls the first time.”
He stares into my eyes as he starts to thrust into me. I moan. It still stings inside, but it feels good too. So good.
He thrusts for a few more minutes and I feel a strange sensation build up inside me. It’s like I want him more and more. To go deeper or faster or something. The pleasure is wonderful. I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve never even masturbated. Then all of a sudden there is a burst of pleasure, so exquisite I can’t believe it. I moan and my muscles clench involuntarily.
Soon after, Blake groans and ejaculates into me. He laughs and says, “Oh, my God, that was awesome.”
I laugh. I agree. I wrap my arms around him as he kisses me.
I never knew sex felt this good. Blake and I have been having sex for 2 months now. Almost daily. My stepdad, Bill, is a professor at the local university. English literature. He gets home about 2 hours after me. That gives Blake and I plenty of time to do it. We don’t use condoms, but I’m on the pill, so it’s okay. Bill doesn’t know I’m on the pill. I had to go to the women’s clinic, where they don’t make you pay much. I’m sure Bill doesn’t know I’m having sex either.
Tonight is an unusual night. Blake can’t come over. He has to go to his grandmother’s big birthday bash. So I’m alone. Bill is late coming home too. It’s getting dark and stormy outside. I may have to make a sandwich for dinner.