Bi-Sexual Female / 24
The Wait Was Worth It
In the 8th grade a friend put my name in for cheerleader tryouts. Somehow I got picked and I started practice. Our coach spent a lot of time on our posture, presentation (shoulders back, boobs out), routines, fitness. I liked it and my mother installed a six foot wide mirror in my room to practice. I started in uniform, then in underwear, then topless, then naked. I became focused on my slit, I was shaving completely. I used a hand mirror, my phone, to look at my holes.
When I was at practice I looked for any flash of panties, butt cheek, boob, anything. In the gym after practice we showered, I took my time, I scoped, compared, I didn't care that I was naked, I liked being naked with the other girls. My first year on the cheer squad I became obsessed with tits and pussy, and butt holes.
All through high school, I made the squad every year, captain in my junior and senior year. Unlike several girls in my school I didn't like boys and was never exposed to pregnancy. I went to college, already a fitness freak, I joined a kick boxing club, and then a CrossFit gym. As with my high school years I remained obsessed with girls, tits and ass and pussy. In college I met and became sexually active with a woman fitness trainer, fell in love actually.
Love, desire, sex, it was all the same, it came on strong and fizzled out. I met, jumped in bed, dropped. found, kissed a lot of lady frogs looking for the right one. Always the same, fitness queens, hard bodies, queer.
Until I met a guy, a cop, part time trainer. He worked me hard, he wanted definition, my glutes, my chest, my belly, thighs. He liked working me in the nude. He asked me out, bought me a very tight short black dress. When he picked me up he reached under my dress, grabbed my pussy and told me he was going to fuck me for desert. I kept my legs crossed all night, working myself until I was wet. I went to the ladies room and brought him back my wet panties letting him know what he had done. At my apartment he fucked me.
It took until I was 21 to get dicked, to suck on his stick, to give up my ass. Pussy's good, dick is better.
When I was at practice I looked for any flash of panties, butt cheek, boob, anything. In the gym after practice we showered, I took my time, I scoped, compared, I didn't care that I was naked, I liked being naked with the other girls. My first year on the cheer squad I became obsessed with tits and pussy, and butt holes.
All through high school, I made the squad every year, captain in my junior and senior year. Unlike several girls in my school I didn't like boys and was never exposed to pregnancy. I went to college, already a fitness freak, I joined a kick boxing club, and then a CrossFit gym. As with my high school years I remained obsessed with girls, tits and ass and pussy. In college I met and became sexually active with a woman fitness trainer, fell in love actually.
Love, desire, sex, it was all the same, it came on strong and fizzled out. I met, jumped in bed, dropped. found, kissed a lot of lady frogs looking for the right one. Always the same, fitness queens, hard bodies, queer.
Until I met a guy, a cop, part time trainer. He worked me hard, he wanted definition, my glutes, my chest, my belly, thighs. He liked working me in the nude. He asked me out, bought me a very tight short black dress. When he picked me up he reached under my dress, grabbed my pussy and told me he was going to fuck me for desert. I kept my legs crossed all night, working myself until I was wet. I went to the ladies room and brought him back my wet panties letting him know what he had done. At my apartment he fucked me.
It took until I was 21 to get dicked, to suck on his stick, to give up my ass. Pussy's good, dick is better.
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