He finally slumped back against the seat. Sue let go of his cock as he sighed and huffed, trying to catch his breath.

"Wow, my panties are soaked," Sue said, holding them on his drooling, spitting prick.

"I know," he said.

She wiped her hand on a dry patch of the panties, then slid them up and down his cockstalk, wiping away the thick, foamy cream.

"Ah, ah, ahhhhh, oh wow, honey!" Mr. Brown babbled.

They were pulling in at the school now. Sue dropped the panties on the seat. She pulled her skirt down.

Mr. Brown stopped.

"I'll be in touch," he whispered. "Okay," Sue smiled, then slid across the seat and got out.

She was a happy young lady as she walked up the steps of Waverly High School.

Sue was on the field cheerleading. Her all-red uniform-tiny red skirt with white inverted pleats, her red sweater with a white collar and a white stripe around the top and bottom looked good. Her big tits bobbled in the tight knit. Her tanned legs were sleek and darling in the white knee socks that had two red rings at the top. She wore white tennis shoes with red laces.

On the front of the sweater, between the two white stripes, was scripted in black the word Devils, the name of the Waverly High team.

As she jumped high, Sue's black bloomers glistened in the hot fall sun.

She looked incredibly beautiful and sexy out on the field, and there were hundreds of admiring eyes in the bleachers giving her the once over.

One of the things Sue liked best about her young life was cheerleading, being in front of a huge crowd of people in her short, swirling skirt, her tight sweater, showing off, looking sexy and alluring. She loved it, and always got a good feeling from performing.

The band boomed music, the girls danced, swinging forward, wiggling, swaying their juicy, young hips.

I just know I could be famous, Sue thought to herself as she spread her legs, planted her feet far apart, bent down, swayed her hips, bumped, pumped, let her skirt fly up over her shiny black panties.