Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. NOTE: I appreciate feedback on my stories. You may contact me at: tomcatscans@cox.net After many years of contributing books free of charge to the masses, I need to change my practice to justify my limited amount of time to write. Effective immediately, the book "Little Virgin Cheerleader" has been renamed as "Cheerleaders Love A Camera" and is available on Kindle under the author name of Leslie Foster. In taking it to an eBook, I've made some necessary alterations for marketing, but those changes are minimal and actually broaden the story's appeal. To purchase "Cheerleaders Love A Camera", please visit the following link... http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00GW3TPLE Your financial support will enable me to continue my writing. I thank you for your backing over the years and hope you can understand my decision. In the meantime, here's Chapter 1 to get your juices flowing! I hope you enjoy! CHEERLEADERS LOVE A CAMERA CHAPTER 1 Little Debbie Morrison walked down the school hallway toward the bulletin board near the principal's office. It was the first day of the new school year, and the new cheerleading uniforms had just arrived. The new varsity cheerleaders had been called by intercom to the office so they could pick up their uniforms for the photo session that afternoon. Apparently, somebody wanted the girls in their new outfits for the photos to be used in the football programs. Debbie was eager to try on her new uniform, and she smiled as the lady in the office passed the uniforms out to her and the rest of the girls. The cheerleaders walked down to the nearby locker room to change. The eighteen-year-old senior slipped out of her clothes quickly and pulled a thin white turtleneck out of a plastic bag. She pulled it down over her head and smoothed it out across her flat tummy. The turtleneck blouse fit very snug, the white sleeves ending just above her wrists and her pert little bra-encased "B"-cup breasts protruding nicely underneath. Next, Debbie pulled out a sleeveless blue V-neck shell top, trimmed with two thin white stripes across the shoulders and down the sides, and slipped her arms into it. She turned to one of her squad mates, Becky, also a cute senior, but with braces and long brunette hair. "Becky," she asked, "Would you zip me up?" Becky smiled, her braces sparkling, and zipped Debbie's top for her. The young cheerleader turned for Debbie to do the same for her. Debbie brought her arms down across the front of the shell top. It, too, pulled in nice and tight on her, with the white chenille letters "KVHS" standing out proudly across her chest. Next came the cheerleading briefs. Debbie had never liked the feeling of extra layers of panties when she cheered, so she pulled off her white cotton underwear and snugged the tight white cheer panties into place instead. Debbie reached into another bag for her skirt. The girls had been allowed to order them a bit shorter than usual, much to their delight, and as Debbie looked around the room at the girls who already had them on, she could see that they were daringly short, indeed. She slowly slipped into hers. The skirt was royal blue with sixteen inverted white pleats, and as she pulled it up to her waist and buttoned, then zipped it, she knew that she had grown a couple of inches since the uniforms had been ordered. "God, Debbie!" said Becky. "That skirt's really short on you!" Debbie walked over to the mirror and checked it out. Sure enough, the little pleated skirt barely covered the crotch of her cheer panties. She walked back to her dressing spot, sat down on the bench and pulled on a pair of white knee socks with three thin blue stripes around the top, tugging them up to just below her knobby little knees. A pair of simple white tennies completed the ensemble. Debbie went to the mirror with her purse and began re-applying her makeup for the photo session. She combed her medium-length blonde hair neatly into place, and then brushed out her sweet bangs across her forehead. The young cheerleader leaned forward toward the mirror as she put on some sparkling red lip gloss as Becky approached from behind. "Your skirt's so short, that I can see your panties when you lean forward like that," Becky told her. "Really?" asked Debbie. "Yep," Becky answered. "I bet Mr. Williams will say something about that." "I hope not," Debbie answered. Mr. Williams was the coach of the varsity squad, and he could be quite strict at times. ********************* As the photo session in the school's studio began, Debbie and the rest of the squad formed various poses with different backdrops as the school photographer, Mr. Jordan, clicked off a number of pictures. After the group photos had been taken, the girls began having individual pictures taken. Debbie waited patiently as the other squad members posed for their pictures. She couldn't help but notice some of the poses in which Mr. Jordan was placing the girls. She thought that some of them were quite provocative, resulting in the placement of their skirt high up on the thighs or positioning the cheerleader's legs to give the camera a peek at their panties. One by one, the girls posed for their photos and then walked out of the studio, until only Debbie remained. "Okay, Debbie," Mr. Jordan said, "your turn." He instructed her to pose in a series of traditional cheering poses, both with her blue-and-white pom pons and without. After a number of innocent photos, he instructed her to sit down on the floor and to lean back with her arms behind her, one leg raised. The little blue skirt fanned out with its sixteen sweet white pleats. He took one photo, then asked her to put her other knee out to the side. She did so, but realized that this pose gave him a clear view of the crotch of her white cheerleading panties. "Mr. Jordan, you can see my panties like this, can't you?" she asked as she pulled her knee back at the last instant. "No, but almost," he answered. "Why don't you put your leg over like you had it?" Debbie knew he was lying, but decided to play along. She saw a bulge start to appear in his slacks, and she understood what it was that he really wanted. He wanted to see her tight white panties. With one knee raised high and off to the side, the young cheerleader spread her other knee out to the other side, giving him an unobstructed view of her crotch, and he quickly snapped a series of photos. She could tell that he was zooming in with the lens on the last couple of shots. "Very nice," he told her. "Why don't you pose on your knees and elbows and turn away from me slightly?" She looked at Mr. Jordan. "You just want to photograph me when my panties are showing, don't you?" she pointedly asked. Mr. Jordan blushed slightly. "Well, Debbie, I'd really appreciate it," he told her. "How about I give you twenty bucks for it?" "I don't know, sir," she said. Who's gonna see these?" Debbie sure didn't want her parents to find out she was doing this. "Just me, Debbie," he answered. "What are you gonna do with them?" she questioned. "I'll just enjoy looking at them from time to time," he mused. Debbie smiled. "Okay," she said. "Twenty bucks." Debbie smiled. She positioned herself on all fours and turned to face slightly away from him, then lowered herself down onto her elbows, her tight little ass high in the air. She could feel her little cheerleading skirt pull up over her ass, spreading out its sixteen inverted white pleats and exposing her white panty-clad cheeks to the leering photographer. "How's this?" she asked. "Yes! Yes!" he stammered. The photographer fumbled with his camera as beads of sweat developed across his forehead. This beautiful young cheerleader was showing off her white panty-covered ass to him, and she knew she was teasing him. Her little blue skirt pulled up high on her ass, spreading out the sixteen white pleats for him. Her little love mound, wrapped in delicious white, bulged sweetly between her thin, smooth thighs. The white knee socks with blue trim accentuated her lovely young legs. Mr. Jordan snapped off more photos as his erection grew. Debbie could see the enormous bulge, and she was really curious. She felt a little bit dirty posing like this, but it was exciting, too. "You're a naughty man, Mr. Jordan," Debbie chided him. "And you're a naughty little cheerleader," he quipped, smiling. Debbie gave him a couple more poses to shoot, which he eagerly took advantage of. "Why don't you rub your panties for me to photograph?" he asked. "What do you mean?" she asked, as she sat on the floor, leaning back on her elbows with her knees raised high and spread apart. "Like this?" she asked, reaching up under her skirt and rubbing the top of her panties across her belly. "No," he said. "Can I show you?" Debbie nodded and Mr. Jordan walked over to kneel next to her. He pushed her pleats high on her tummy and gently placed the fingertips of one hand on her panty-covered mound. Debbie pulled away suddenly. "Mr. Jordan!" she exclaimed. "You shouldn't do that to me!" "But I just wanted to show you what I meant," he stammered. "But you shouldn't be touching me like that!" she told him. "It's okay, Debbie. I promise, you'll like it. Trust me." Debbie relaxed. She closed her eyes as he placed his hand on the crotch of her tight white cheer panties and began softly rubbing his fingertips gently across her fabric-covered clit. "Ooooh... Mr. Jordan..." she purred softly. "You shouldn't be doing this..." Debbie muttered, with her eyes closed, enjoying the sensation. "It's not right, you know." "But you enjoy this, right?" he asked. "Uh-huh... Very much..." "Then what's wrong with it?" he asked. Debbie didn't answer for a few seconds, then managed to whisper "Nothing, I guess...". Back and forth went his fingertips, dancing lightly across the wonderful soft fabric. Debbie moaned softly. Mr. Jordan looked at the lovely young cheerleader, who still had her eyes closed, obviously enjoying the moment. He stroked her darling clit, tenderly through her panties, as the young girl began to moisten her crotch. "Oh, Mr. Jordan, I'm getting all wet!" she exclaimed. She opened her eyes and looked worriedly at him. "Is something wrong?" "No, Debbie," he reassured her. "It's a normal biological function." "Sir, you're making me feel so good..." she said, her breathing getting more shallow and rapid. He watched the cheerleader's tight, firm breasts heave in and out with each breath, as the letters across her vest moved up and down. Her knee-socked legs, spread wide apart with her knees raised high, began to tremble slightly. Mr. Jordan took his other hand and stroked one of her legs. Her thin, smooth thigh was so warm as it quivered beneath his touch. He glided his hand down over her knee and stroked her knee sock. "Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh my God!!!" Debbie squealed, grasping her thighs tightly. She felt a warm rush overwhelm her young body, something she had never felt before. Mr. Jordan stopped his rubbing motion and patted her thigh. Debbie's legs trembled with the intensity of her climax. "That wasn't so bad now, was it?" he asked. "No, Mr. Jordan, that was very nice," she told him, smiling, somewhat weakly. Did he dare suggest that she return the favor? What the hell... "Maybe you could make me feel better, too," he said. "I don't know, sir," she said, somewhat nervously. "What did you have in mind?" she asked. "Just jerk your hand on my penis until I cum," he told her. "Cum?" she asked, not knowing what it meant. "Until the white cream squirts out of it," he explained. "It squirts white stuff out?" she asked. "Yes, dear. Would you like to see?" "I guess," Debbie answered. She had never seen a grown man's penis before, and she was curious about it. She knew it wasn't really right for her to be doing this, but she didn't really care right now. I mean, he had made her feel incredibly good, so it would be only fair for her to something like that for him, wouldn't it? Mr. Jordan smiled at Debbie. He was about to get a hand-job from a lovely teenaged cheerleader...