Cheerleading Fun
This is the first of a (hopefully ongoing) series of Psuedo-Autobiographical stories that I hope I can spawn, involving a composite of my girlfriend and I, either as the heroine or as one of the feminine companions. I welcome contributions - it's not meant to be my actual life story. The first story stems from a mutual fantasy me and my girlfriend share - cheerleaders. We'll have fun on Valentine's Day. "Next!" the cheerleading coach cried. "Yes ma'am, #43, Jane Doe," you say to her. "Ok,...
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