It was always fun the day before football games at our high
school. I especially liked it because I loved to watch the
cheerleaders walking around in their sexy cheerleading outfits. I
liked it even better after I started dating Anne. She looked
really cute in her bulky sweater and the coordinated green skirt.
Her short skirt had a flirty, pleated hem.  Secretly, I
especially liked the way Anne's panties would flash beneath the
pleated hem during some of the cheers.

     On one particularly memorable afternoon, we both skipped
class and snuck out to my car, parked in a secluded corner of the
school parking lot. We climbed in back, and I sat on the broad,
soft seat with Anne nestled on my lap. Anne had an arm around my
shoulder. We tongue kissed while I playfully ran my hands over
her sweater, soft skirt and slender legs. 

    As we kissed, I dipped my hand under her sweater, caressing
her stomach, and reaching for her breasts. To my surprise, they
were covered by smooth silk charmeuse. I expected to find a
thick, ugly contraption insetad of this shimmering, brief
confection. I gave her a special smile and fondled her nipples
through the smooth fabric. She loved the touch so she put her
lips up and ran her tongue into my mouth again. Then I helped
Anne pull her sweater off, and my mouth went to work on her
sensitive nipples.

    With all of our wiggling and squirming, Anne's soft green
skirt was riding up her thighs. With a sudden flash, we both
noticed that her white nylon panties were showing. Anne giggled
and pushed the  hem of her skirt down. The move was ineffective,
however. With her legs slightly spread, the green skirt barely
covered her crotch and its pleated hem sassily invited me inside.
I kissed Anne again, and reached down, trying not to disturb the
hem of her skirt. She startled when the tip of my finger touched
the silky fabric of her panties, but my calm and gentle touch
reassured her. She sighed in response, obviously enjoying my
touch. Soon she was very excited, rocking her hips and squeezing
my hand between her thighs. 

    I rolled her onto her belly and kissed her buttocks. I kissed
her back, from spine to shoulders, and when I reached the hair at
her neck, Anne twisted around under me and bit my lower lip. She
gazed at me, smiled, and laughed in her throat. She wrapped me
tightly in her arms and legs and wrestled me onto my back. She
kissed my chin and neck. She kissed my chest and stomach. She
kissed my penis and balls. I felt her tongue and her teeth. And
then I was inside her mouth, way in. The ache was so bad,
growing, spreading. I throbbed. I bounced on the bed and writhed.
I groaned.

    After a while, I felt I couldnŐt just lie there, so I
swiveled around and put my mouth over her crotch. I slipped the
white nylon panties off her smooth, round bottom. Then I ran my
tongue over her pussy. She sighed and sucked at me harder. Pretty
soon I had her pussy really wet. 

    I licked and slurped, my face wet with her erotic fluids.
Then I moved my tongue up, concentrating intently on her
clitoris. I could feel her body tense as my firm but gentle licks
brought her slowly, step by step, closer to coming. But still her
mouth moved slowly and wonderfully up and down my cock.

     Then, suddenly, Anne's oral caresses paused for a moment as
she shuddered with orgasm. But my tongue kept at it, one lick
after another, bringing her from one height of pleasure to
another. Anne grabbed my hair, pushing my face harder into her
crotch. She was like a Saturn 5 rocket as the explosive orgasm
consumed her.

    Once she caught her breath, Anne started in on my prick again
in earnest. 

    Then she knelt between my legs, propping her arms on my
thighs as if they were armrests. Then Anne attacked my rampant
cock as I watched. Her eyes were closed, and her blonde hair fell
loosely around her cheeks as she ran my cock in and out of her
mouth. Soon my hips were twitching involuntarily with excitement.
Anne stopped deep-throating me and instead concentrated on 
bathing my tender underside with her lips and tongue.

    When I could stand it no longer, I squirted gobs of come all
over her lips and mouth. She just smiled, and continued to run
her mouth up and down my shaft, drawing out more and more come as
I moaned with pleasure. Bits of come, warm and silky, dribbled
down her chin as she greedily devoured every drop. My loins
quivered with the relentlessly piercing sensations while Anne
licked me clean.