While I was cheering I gave it the whole production, swishing my shakers, bouncing up and down, calling, shaking my skirt.
When I reached the end of the cheer, the last "YAY!!!", I jumped up in the air. My skirt lifted, flashing my white panties.
Then I carne down and really brought it all home by doing a split on the living room floor, with my legs spread all the way.
That's one of my specialties, doing the splits – in cheering, I mean. I do them real good in bed, too, but in a different way.
As a matter of fact, that's how I lost my cherry – doing the splits. It was when I was twelve and practicing real hard to get on the junior high cheering squad.
I was a virgin but I came down too hard and enthusiastic, and something tore inside me and almost made me faint from the pain.
That was my cherry, gone forever. But it was good, since the first time that I got fucked, I didn't have to have my cherry at the same time, so getting a cock inside didn't hurt, no, not one little bit.
But that's another story… anyway, after I finished cheering and picked myself up from the floor, Mr. Ned Plymm helped me up.
He got out of his chair, laughing and clapping for me. He held out his big hand and I took it and rose to my feet.
"How do you do, Mr. Plymm? My name is Debbie Sue!"
"I do very well, Debbie Sue, very well indeed, now that I've met you! That was a delightful cheer, my dear, simply delightful!"
He went on: "You know, I haven't had the girls cheer for me like that since, well, since I was back in Hamilton High!"
"I'm sure they did an awful lot of cheering, too, Mr. Plymm. Some of the records you set back then haven't been broken yet, and they've got all your medals and trophies in the big display case in front of the auditorium!"
"That was longer than I care to remember, Debbie Sue – makes me feel like an old man."
"Old, Mr. Plymm? You?! Why, you're not old at all!"
"Well, it's so very kind of you to say so, Debbie Sue. I must confess, I feel like a young man, when I'm with a pretty girl like you."
"You'll make me blush, Mr. Plymm!"
Still holding my hand, he led me to the couch. "Sit down and tell me all about yourself, Debbie Sue."
He sat down. I didn't think that he wanted me to sit on his lap, not yet, but I waited before I sat, in case he did.
He patted the cushion of the seat right beside him and told me to sit down and I did. My thigh touched his.
He put his arm across the back of the sofa, and of course it was across my back, too. I leaned a little closer into him.
"I'm a great admirer of yours, Debbie Sue."
"Really, Mr. Plymm?!"
"Yes, indeedy. Many times I've watched you in the cheering line-up and said, 'that girl is terrific'!"
"Oh, thank you, Mr. Plymm, thank you very much!"
"I'll bet that you'll be the captain of the squad, when you're a senior next year!" He gave me a little squeeze.
"I sure hope so," I said. "That's what I want more than anything, and that's what I've worked for. I'm keeping my fingers crossed!"
Beverly looked in on us, smiling when she saw everything was fine.
"You two seem to be getting along wonderfully. I'll leave the two of you to get acquainted. I'll be in my room, so don't worry about me."
She said to me, "You take good care Neddy Plymm, Debbie Sue. He's a dear, dear friend, and one of our school's biggest boosters!"
"You don't have to worry about that, Miss Harker!" When I'm with adults, I always call Beverly "Miss Harker" – it's more polite.
Beverly said goodnight, went to her room, shut the door.
Mr. Ned Plymm was in the mood for a drink and went to the bar on the other side of the room. Did I want some, he asked.
No, I told him, I wasn't allowed to have any alcohol, since I was on the cheering squad, which was just like being in training on the boy's team.
Ned Plymm said that I was very sensible, that the booze was a bad habit and he wished he had the willpower to quit it.
He said that while he poured himself a double slug of scotch straight up.
He asked if he could get me some non-alcoholic beverage, so I said that I would like a little cola on ice, the cola bottle sitting right out in front.
Forget the cola – what I really could have gone for was some coke, but of course there would be none of that for me while I was working.
If I was a good girl and did a real good job of pleasuring Ned Plymm, maybe Beverly would reward me afterwards with some of her coke. She didn't take, the stuff herself, but almost all the girls did, and some of the customers, so she kept the stuff around. Tina had the connection for it, she's a real coke freak, and since she's Beverly's main girl, Beverly keeps plenty on stock.
I sipped my cola while Mr. Ned Plymm gulped his drink.
He had dark hair going gray. There was a lot of it. His face was big and round and red, with a thick nose.
His face got a lot redder after he swallowed most of his drink. His eyes were bloodshot and watery, and his lips were thick.
He was a big man, about 6'2". He was an athlete once, and still plenty powerful, but that big body of his had gained weight and gone soft.
Not all soft, as I found out…
He set his glass down on a coaster on the coffee table in front of us. There was next to nothing left of the booze.
His arm was across my shoulders. He hugged and squeezed me. He told me I was just about the prettiest thing he had ever seen.
He said that he was going to steal a kiss, and did. I held my glass of cola out away from me, so none would spill on him when he kissed me.
His big red face zoomed up with his liver colored lips all puckered for kissing. His breath was smelling like booze.
He kissed me with his mouth closed first, pushing his lips against mine. Then I opened my lips and he pushed his tongue in my mouth.
His tongue was big and fat and he shoved it in. His mouth was locked on mine.
He rubbed his tongue against mine. He put his hand on my bare thigh, below the hem of my skirt. His hand was heavy and steady.
Some of the guys I've been with, the straight married guys who don't do much or any cheating, are all nervous and trembling when they're with me, or any of the other girls. But Ned Plymm wasn't nervous – just horny as hell.
He squeezed my knee, then my thigh. He rubbed my thigh, pushing up my skirt, pushing it up to the tops of my thighs.
He put his hand between my thighs. I let my knees fall to the sides, opening my thighs for his hand.
He kept on kissing me. He touched my crotch. The white panties were thick and stretched tightly across my hips and my mound.
He rubbed my pussy through the panties. He kissed me hard and kept on rubbing. I moaned while his mouth was locked on mine.
He took off his mouth. His face was really red now.
I said, "You don't have to steal a kiss, Mr. Plymm. Just take it. You can take anything that you want from me – anything!"
"You're a sweetie," he groaned, "a genuine little darling, yes you are!"
He rubbed my tits through the sweater. The sweater was thick. I was hot in it and wet under the arms.
He pulled up the sweater, rolling it up to my neck. My tits were tucked into the cups of a white nylon bra.
He rubbed the tits, pushing them together so that they really got plumped up. He told me that I had a beautiful body.
He wanted to see more of it. I closed my eyes and whispered when I asked him to take off my clothes so I could show and give him all of me.
I held out my arms and leaned forward, while he wrestled the sweater off me, and tossed it across the back of the couch.
I leaned forward with my chest – my tits – pressing my thighs. While I was in that position, he opened my bra and took it off.
When I was naked from the waist up, Mr. Ned Plymm really started moaning.