Denise Darlington shuddered with excitement.

She stood on the edge of the football field waiting, ripples of fear flooding through her.

The beautiful young girl was ready to take the field as the featured baton twirler with the band. The gorgeous freshman was the first of her age to ever win the spot as top twirler. She had blown every other girl away at the auditions.

She stood beautifully in her white boots, her legs tanned, slim, the skin flawless. Her pretty, bright-red uniform hugged her delicious body, the slick material gloving her luscious teen curves, emphasizing the curves of her hips, the molding of her tight ass.

Her waist was trim, her tummy tight, flat. The red uniform pulled in and slashed around her chest, cut low, strapless, and her tits pushed at the top of the uniform like two juicy peaches.

Her long brown hair hung in a long fall on her shoulders, cascading out from under her white majorette hat.

Denise's bangs were visible on her forehead under the shiny black brim.

She stood ready, although her entrance was several minutes into the number the band played. She was a few feet in front of some men who were standing at a fence near the field.

"That little girl's got a fabulous ass," a man behind her said.

"The best I've ever seen," another man said.

They sounded like older men, Denise thought. But their admiring comments stung her with a hot needle that shot an injection of pleasure into her.

"Man that is really a fine ass!"

"She's good lookin' too."

"Look at that ass though."

"I'd kill for it!"

The banter about young Denise burned her ears. She never had heard such talk. It made her hot and gave her an exhilarated feeling, a buzz of sweet ecstasy, a shivering slice of pleasure. She loved the way they talked about her ass. She knew she had a good one. Men stared at it all the time.