Alison's second kiss was long and slow, and after a few seconds, Jon's hormones finally pushed aside his fear and nerves, at least part way. He relaxed a bit, wrapped his arms around her, and started participating in the kiss. He also began enjoying the feel of her lips pressed against his lips, her body in his arms, her soft breasts against his chest, and her bare, toned legs rubbing against his legs.

Alison gently broke off the kiss, gazed into Jon's eyes, and whispered, "Now, what's next?"

He still wasn't quite sure what she'd planned for him, so he tried to throw the question back to her. "I'd ask her if any ideas had popped up yet, or if there was something she'd like to try." Which was true.

She didn't take the bait. "Well, something's popped up, but it's not on me!" For clarification, she mischievously pushed her hips into his. "No, I want you to drive. Remember, hypothetical situation. No one's ever shown me what makes me feel good; I want you to teach me...wait a minute," she added as she took her glasses off. She leaned over and put them on the nightstand as she explained, "I'd rather keep them on, 'cause I can't see very well without them, but I don't want to put your eyes out on the corners."

"I....I wish you'd keep them on--they look really good on you--but yeah, I don't want to put my eyes out, either." Jon helped Alison scoot herself back on top of him, then took a deep breath. "Sorry. I've driven before"--another deep breath--"but only with women I've put under. I'm not used to women pouncing on me--or even noticing me--when they're not under." She smiled, gazed deep into his eyes, and waited.

After a few more breaths and a few more moments basking in that gaze, Jon decided to play by her rules for just a bit longer. "OK. I'm ready. Here goes." He resumed the kiss, but slid both of his hands up to her head so he could run his fingers through her hair and gently caress her neck as they kissed. He thought about getting his tongue involved, but decided against it.

Alison broke off the kiss again. "Hey, don't mess with the hair!" Jon didn't have to see her grin to know she was kidding, but he looked anyway, just because he enjoyed her grin.

"You know, I've had a few girls tell me that..."

"While they were under? No way!"

"Uh-huh." Jon looked surprisingly diabolical.

"What did you do?"

"Told them they probably need to pay attention to something else!" As Jon told Alison this, he used his other hand to take her hair band off, and then proceeded to run both hands wildly through her hair, scattering it every which way as they both laughed. Once he'd restyled her hair into the desired state of randomness, he pulled her face close, allowing her messy hair to brush his face. "Besides, that's why we have combs and brushes."

Alison tried to close the gap so they could kiss again, but Jon stopped her by sliding his hands around to the front of her face. "Wait," he whispered as he softly ran his fingertips across her cheeks, down each side of her jaw to her chin, then back up her cheeks to her ears. She closed her eyes and sighed as his fingers continued over her ears, along her forehead and eyebrows, and over her eyes and nose to her mouth. As his fingertips reached her lips, she parted them slightly, allowing his fingers to pull her lower lip down, then she sucked a couple of his fingers into her mouth.

The last of Jon's reticence evaporated as he watched Alison's full lips wrap around his fingers, and felt her tongue tease his fingertips. Either she's setting me up for something, or I'm dreaming, Jon thought. Probably dreaming. Surely she couldn't be this good at pretending to be turned on. And there's no way on Earth I could really get a girl horny--a college cheerleader at that--and in bed without putting her under first. Assuming I could put her under first, and I haven't been able to do that all day....yeah, definitely dreaming. I'm still slumped against the wall, I've dozed off with dreams of cheerleaders climbing all over me, and sooner or later someone's gonna trip over me and wake me up. Better enjoy this while I can. But for God's sake, don't anyone trip over me now.... He pulled his fingers out of her mouth, pulled her face close to his again, and didn't hesitate to get his tongue involved in the next kiss. She didn't hesitate either.

One of his hands returned to her back, but this time, he reached under her cheer sweater so he could touch skin instead of fabric. As he originally discovered with Jenny, he loved the feel of a woman's body, even the "non-naughty" parts, so he was perfectly content to run his hand up and down her back for a while without taking her top off. Alison had other ideas, so she gradually worked the bottom of her sweater up to her shoulders. She could have taken the sweater off faster if she'd been sitting, but separating their tongues or bodies weren't high on her list of priorities at the time.

She did have to separate bodies when she pulled the sweater over her head, however, and she rolled off him briefly as she draped it over the headboard. "Can't let it get wrinkled," she explained, shrugging her shoulders as if to say, "Hey, I know it's silly, but we gotta look good out there..."

Instead of letting Alison back on top, Jon whispered, "Stay on your back." She did so, and he rolled to his side so he could take in the view. Hair streaming to one side, eyes gleaming in anticipation, face flush with excitement, plain white bra that looked anything but plain on her, flat abs, and a skirt flipped up to show off legs developed by years of tumbling and stunting. With one arm around her hips and his other hand under her neck, he gently kissed and licked her, starting under her chin and working his way down--down her neck, following the curves from her neck to her shoulder, along the collarbone, all around her chest, but stopping just above her bra.

Alison wasn't quite panting yet, but she was definitely breathing faster, and Jon enjoyed the experience. Not just the sight--although her rising and falling chest, and her parted lips, were both magnificent sights--but the feel of her breathing. With each breath, he could feel her neck and stomach muscles move, and her stomach rise and fall. And he could feel her heartbeat, both through his hands and through his lips.

Jon was ready for one of his favorite activities during sex: the teasing. After kissing, licking, and caressing Alison's upper chest for a while, he occasionally allowed his tongue to stray under the top of her bra, just a bit. After doing this a few times, he pulled her up into a sitting position, with him sitting on her lap, so he could reach the clasps at the back of her bra. Alison let go of Jon, expecting the usual hook-fumbling, but before she could get her hands back there, he'd already undone the clasps. "I've, uh, had practice," he explained as he reached for her bra straps.

He could have simply pulled her bra off her, but he knew better. Instead, he whispered, "Put your hands on my shoulders." He stared into her dark brown eyes as he slid his hands down from her shoulders, feeling the muscles in her arms as he pulled the bra straps down. When he reached her hands, he paused for a few seconds with his hands on hers. He lifted her hands from his shoulders and held them in his hands for several seconds longer. Then, and only then, did he finally lower his gaze from her eyes to her now-freed breasts.

He guided her back onto her back, rolled off onto his side, and resumed kissing one side of her upper chest while his fingers traced a wide circle around her opposite breast. After gradually moving his lips lower and his fingers closer, he'd stop for a bit to kiss and caress each arm, enjoying her soft skin and the firm muscles underneath. Then he'd return to her chest, getting a little closer to her nipples, then a little farther away. When he finally got just this close to each areola, he felt Alison's entire body tense up in anticipation--his cue to back away one more time. Just as he felt her relax again, he brushed one fingertip very, very gently against one nipple.

Alison arched back so hard that she almost knocked Jon off the bed. She would have knocked him off the bed if she hadn't grabbed him, more-or-less flung him on top of her, and practically slammed his face into the nipple he'd just teased. "No more teasing," she gasped. "Grab my tits like they're bike horns. Suck 'em down your throat. Whatever...just...just...no more teasing!" Jon wasn't quite that rough, but he did give Alison's breasts the attention she wanted. He put his mouth to work on one breast and then the other, with one hand keeping the unoccupied breast from getting lonely.

That left his other hand free to run up and down her side, enjoying the feel of her waist, her abs, her hips, and her legs. It also allowed him to start the next stage of his teasing campaign. He hadn't stopped it entirely, despite Alison's earlier pleading; he was just more subtle (or sneaky) about it. At first, Jon simply slid his hand down her outer thigh, as far as he could reach, then slid back up the front of her leg. After a few (relatively) innocent down-and-back cycles, he let his fingers drift toward her inner thigh just slightly before returning to the front of the leg for the rest of the return trip. Each time he repeated this, his fingers drifted a little more inward, lingered a little bit longer, and moved a little bit higher up her inner thigh.

Alison didn't pick up the pattern right away, but she couldn't be blamed for that. For one thing, each time Jon's mouth switched breasts, Jon also switched hands, and each time he switched hands, he switched legs. He also slipped in several hot kisses on her lips, just to keep her off balance, then began to move downward to kiss and caress her sides and her abs.

As hot as she looked wearing only her cheerleading skirt, he was ready for her to wear even less. He didn't want to take her skirt off himself--partially because he didn't want to do that until she was ready, and partially because he wasn't really sure how to un-do her skirt. He decided to stay on the subtle-and-sneaky route, and paced himself so that his lips reached the top of her skirt just as the hand on her inner thighs reached the bottom of her skirt.

"Teasing again?" Alison growled. After gently pushing Jon to one side, she reached for the waist of her skirt. "Damn, where is...there!" She looked apologetically toward Jon. "A half-dozen uniforms, and none of 'em fasten in the same place!" Keeping her eyes focused on him, she lifted her ass off the bed, yanked down a hidden zipper, and pulled her skirt down a few inches before stopping. She looked down her body, then back to Jon with a sultry, beaming smile. "Y'know, I don't need this any more," she announced as she hooked her underwear with both thumbs and pulled them off along with the skirt. She started to fling the last of her clothing off the bed, but changed her mind. "Can't let this get wrinkled either," she explained as she sat up and draped the skirt over her sweater.

Turning back to Jon, Alison added, "Now one of us is overdressed, and we need to fix that!" She grabbed his shirt and pulled it off him in one swift move. "Do you want to take your pants off, or should I?"

As long as I'm dreaming, Jon thought before adding out loud, "You go ahead."

"Lay down so I can get to your belt," Alison told him. After he did, she slowly unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants, with her eyes darting between his eyes and the bulge in his underwear.

When she signaled him via a tug on his pants, Jon lifted his butt off the bed, and she gradually pulled his jeans down, leaving his underwear in place. "Don't let them get wrinkled," he joked.

She made a show of smoothing out the jeans before draping them next to her uniform. "Guess we're gonna have to have the valet press 'em later," she sighed in mock disgust before lying back down on her back, next to Jon. "Now, what's next?"

"Finding the valet, I guess--be right back," deadpanned Jon as he started to roll off the bed. He wasn't quite fast enough, though.

"Get back here, you!" Alison grabbed Jon and threw herself on top of him. "Wait a minute, you're supposed to be driving. Want me on my back again?"

He nodded, and she rolled off him. After scooting part-way down the bed, he picked up where he left off, with kisses on her abs and a hand on her inner thigh. As her breathing picked up again, he gradually kissed downward a short distance, then skipped down to give her inner thighs the same treatment.

Alison apparently decided that Jon's lips had missed her desired target, and started using her fingers instead. Jon stopped kissing her legs; instead, he lay on top of her leg, with his arms wrapped around--and stroking--her thigh, and watched her hands. At first, she was too caught up in her own work to realize she was being watched, but eventually noticed his kissing had stopped. (She also realized he'd been grinding his hips against her leg--something he probably hadn't realized himself.)

"Why are you watching me?" She moved her hands away.

"I wanted to see what felt best for you, before I did anything. Let me try something...." With that, Jon leaned over--his eyes locked onto hers--and gently ran his tongue over Alison's clit.

"OhhhhhAH!" His grip on her leg kept him in place this time. He liked the initial "Ohhhhh" but wasn't sure what to make of the "AH!" she shrieked at the end.

With his eyes still locked onto hers, he asked, "Are you OK? Should I stop?"

"No, please...don't stop!" To emphasize what she said, Alison put one hand behind Jon's head and gently steered him back. As he resumed licking and kissing, he continued to caress her legs with one hand while using his other hand to gently touch as much of her upper body as he could reach. In response, she moaned as she gripped the back of his head more firmly while her other hand circled and stroked her nipples.

Jon kept up this speed for quite a while. When his tongue was unable to run on "high" anymore, he slowed down to "low", slid one hand up her thigh, slid one finger up and in--triggering a loud moan from Alison--then hooked it until he'd found the spot he'd wanted. That caused her to jerk her leg out from under him--messing up his timing a bit, but he recovered--and to wrap both legs around him.

When she couldn't take any more, she sat up and pulled him to her for a wide-open kiss, stopping to gasp, "Condom? Now?"

He nodded, and leaned toward the nightstand. She took advantage of his outstretched position to pull his underwear down. "Let me," and she took the condom from his hand, unwrapped it, and rolled it into place. With several strokes downward just to be sure it was in place, which also happened to make him moan almost as much as her.

With protection in place, she flopped back onto her back, then pulled her legs back as far as she could. Which, as far as Jon could tell, was somewhere in the next room; if he had ever doubted she had a cheerleader's flexibility, he doubted no longer. "Now...hard," she panted.

Jon got into position and slowly entered. Alison wrapped her legs around him, making him feel even more "inside" that he already was. Switching between slow, gentle rhythms and hard, fast slams, Jon couldn't make up his mind where to look--down where they were joined, or her breasts, or her face--so he settled for all three. He kept caressing her at first, but that backfired when he stroked her clit and she nearly twisted him into a pretzel shape. Jon made a mental note to himself--Don't do that when legs built like this are wrapped around you!--and used his arms to support himself instead.

As she got closer to losing it, he stepped up his own pace, which in turn pushed both of them closer. The expression on her face and the feel of her body as she went over the edge was enough to send him over as well.