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   NIGHTY-WARE

   Part 19 (mf)

   Prologue

   It all started when mom had hosted a Nighty-Ware party for some friends
and neighbors in my house.  Instead of plastic storage containers, lingerie
of all kinds was sampled and purchased.  My first sexual experiences came
as a result of delivering these purchases to our neighbors.  Since then,
I've continued to have experiences wherever I go.

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   I was still wondering what the surprise was that Sally had mentioned
before she left town.  In the days that followed, I couldn't imagine what
Sally's gift could be, so I waited for an envelope or a package to arrive
at my house, but none showed up.  Her mom's arrangement of the meeting with
the tattoo lady from my folks' vacation was terrific.  Sally's family had
exceeded my expectations for a going away gift already.  I began to get a
strange feeling at school, where some members of the previously standoffish
cheerleading squad were taking more notice of me.  Then the surprise
happened.  I was leaving school at just past normal time when I heard my
name called.  It was Sylvia, one of the cheerleaders and a close friend of
Sally.

   "I'm glad I caught you before you left.  I've got a problem and I could
use your assistance," she pleaded.

   She wasn't wearing her cheerleading outfit, just a sweater and jeans.  I
shouldn't say just.  The sweater accentuated her well-developed breasts,
larger and more pronounced than Sally's.  And her jeans looked painted on,
they were so tight.

   "Follow me," she demanded and I did.

   The view of her swaying hips and the gap between her thighs began to get
me aroused.  The possibility that this was Sally's surprise added to my
excitement.  Sylvia had never even looked at me, let alone spoken.  We were
in two different leagues.  I was hoping I was moving up from the farm club
with her request for help.  I didn't even care what she wanted help with. I
fantasized as we walked about things I'd like to help her with.  She led me
to the Girl's Locker Room.

   "I can't go in here," I argued.

   "I checked and everyone is gone.  The thing I need you to help me with
is in here," she replied, taking my hand and pulling me into the forbidden
area.

   "So just what do you need my help with?" I asked in a slightly impatient
tone.

   "The cheerleaders are putting on a show at the next school assembly and
we're asking people for their opinions about our outfits."

   I only saw Sylvia, not "we" and I was the only one there, not "people."

   "Why me?" I questioned although I was anxious to get started.

   "Sally told me you were a big help.  She said you had a fashion sense
and we could trust your judgment," she answered.

   "So Sally is involved," I thought.

   "Okay, show me the outfits and I'll give you my opinion," I suggested.

   "You won't get the full effect unless you see them on someone," she
replied as she walked over to a box of samples.

   "Okay, let the fashion show begin," I said as I sat on one of the hard
wooden benches and put down my backpack.

   Sylvia took an outfit from the box and said," I'll go change in the
coach's office."

   She walked out with her trademark sway.  I stood up to take a look
around.  This was probably my only opportunity to visit the girl's locker
room.  On one wall were shower stalls with dividers but no curtains.  There
were rows of lockers and benches between them, just like the boy's locker
room.  There was a training map on the floor nearby.  Above was a second
floor balcony that surrounded the room.  The balcony had more lockers and
benches to accommodate an increased student population.  As I turned I
noticed that there was a glass pass-through window between the coach's
office and the locker room, probably so the gym teacher's could monitor the
girls and prevent hanky panky.  By moving down the wooden bench, I caught a
glimpse of Sylvia.  She had removed her blouse and was skinnying out of her
jeans.  Bent over, her bra strained to hold her large breasts, and I began
to get turned on again.  She moved to get the outfit and I lost sight of
her until she came back into the room.

   "Well, what do you think?" she asked hands on hips and legs slightly
spread.

   She wore a loose crop-top that exposed her smooth flat stomach and a
short pleated skirt.

   "I can't tell how it will look unless I see you do the number," I
replied going along with the game.

   She put her hands over her head which lifted the crop-top to expose the
bottom of her bra.  Her hip movements from side to side flung the crop-top
so her bra was mostly exposed and tossed the skirt up to provide brief
exposure of her panties.  She hadn't put on the outfit's matching pants.

   "I don't know, I think that top might be embarrassing.  It shows a lot
when you dance," I said honestly.

   "Hmm, maybe we should use something tighter," Sylvia replied and bent
over to look in the outfit box.

   She bent from the waist and I stared at her panty covered buttocks.  It
was faint and the lights were dim bit I thought I saw a wet spot between
her legs.  She was getting excited too.  That relieved some of my concern.
It seemed that Sylvia was horny too.

   ³Let me try this tube top," Sylvia said after rummaging through the box.
She continued, "You don't mind if I change here, do you?  Running back and
forth is a pain and a waste of time.  Besides, my underwear doesn't expose
any more than my swimsuit."

   I quickly agreed as she pulled off the loose top.  Sylvia posed with her
chest thrust forward for effect.  She was breathing heavier and her bra
straps pulled tighter as she inhaled.  Sylvia struggled with the tubetop
which was obviously too small for her ample figure.

   "There's only one sample and it isn't my size," Sylvia confirmed my
observation.

   Sylvia's bra straps stuck out from the tube top ruining the effect.

   "Oh my, this won't do.  Would you unhook me?" Sylvia asked.

   I jumped to my feet and unhooked the catches.  I hoped she would remove
the tube top to take off her bra but no such luck.  Sylvia wriggled her
arms through the straps and pulled the bra off while the tube top stayed in
place.  However, Sylvia's nipples were perked up and pointing behind the
material.  Sylvia resumed her dancing which now included an occasional hop.
Her breasts moved vigorously with her movement as the tube top tried to
resume its smaller dimension.  As she moved the top began to slide towards
her neck.  The smooth bottoms of her breasts were exposed but Sylvia paid
no attention.  She even bent over once and the top slid dramatically a few
more inches.  It was now almost halfway up her breasts and a few more
minutes of dancing would expose her completely.

   "Don't just sit there, dance with me," Sylvia asked.

   I stood up ignoring the boner that was visible in the front of my jeans.
Sylvia noticed and her eyes widened.  She took my two hands we danced
together at arms length.  Sylvia kept a hop in her step, and the tube top
crept towards her neck by fractions of inches.  The bottom of her nipples
were coming into view.  She let go of my hands and jumped up on the wooden
bench and then jumped back down.  That did it.  The tube top collapsed,
stretched out of shape, around Sylvia's throat.  Her breasts, firm and
proud, stood out from her torso.  She feigned a surprised expression but
did nothing to cover them up, so I did.  I put my palms over her breasts
and rubbed the nipples.  Sylvia threw her arms around my neck and put her
face to mine.  Her tongue darted around my mouth, and explored my throat.
Reluctantly I removed my hands from her firm breasts.  I slid my hands down
to her waist and to the skirt catch which I unbuttoned.  The short skirt
puddled at the floor.  I moved my hands to Sylvia's ass and stroked it,
first outside her panties and then inside.  Sylvia's hands left my neck and
went to my belt, which she unbuckled and my zipper which she pulled down.
My pants slid down slightly giving Sylvia better access to my penis.  She
struggled to get my hard-on out of my jockey shorts and I wiggled my hips
to assist.  She stopped sucking my face to look down at my member.

   "Oh my," Sylvia admired as if she was comparing it to other dicks she
had known.

   I wanted to back her up against the wall and fuck her standing up so I
could get back to fondling her tits but Sylvia had other ideas.  She led me
over to a gymnastics mat near the side of the locker room and pulled me
down beside her.  She got down on all fours with her ass pointing to me.

   "Cheerleaders must like it from behind," I thought remembering Sally and
her mother.

   I pulled my jeans and underwear to my ankles, got on my knees behind
Sylvia and moved forward to her waiting pussy.  Sylvia assisted in putting
me in.  She may have been experienced but she was tight.  She knew how to
manipulate her pussy muscles because I felt them contract and ripple
caressing my hard-on.  I thrust in and out as Sylvia began to moan and move
with me.  I leaned over and took one breast in my hand, gently pinching one
of her hard nipples.  She pushed back against my prick even harder and
deeper.  I felt my cum bubbling up inside.  I didn't want to shoot inside
her and possibly get Sylvia pregnant.  Sylvia seemed to know I was getting
to the edge.  She squeezed her cunt tight and had an orgasm, then quickly
moved forward and swung around, taking my penis in her mouth.  I didn't
even miss a thrust, as I continued to fuck her throat.  In a moment my
balls contracted and I spurted as Sylvia sucked.  I think she got it all. I
fell back on the mat, exhausted, with my hard-on pointing to the ceiling. I
heard faint whispers and looked up.  The other cheerleaders were on the
balcony, watching our fucking session.  So that was Sally's surprise.  She
had set me up with the whole cheerleading squad!

   Continued in NIGHTY-WARE Part 20

   An Original HM Tale

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