Hating the Guy at the End...

Chapter Twenty-One: Cheer Sensation

He pressed his back on the cool surface of the elevator wall, arms crossed and eyes still showing he doesn't believe me. "Seriously?"

"I can show you pictures, I even still have the outfit. You want me to put it on for you and do a few routines?" It was supposed to be an innocent question, but I couldn't help but make it seem dirty.

"Fuck yes."

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Managing to dig the old blue and white cheerleading closet from a box in the closet, I put it on in the bathroom and even tied my hair up with the blue ribbon with my school mascot on it- the blue lion. I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but think how nothing exactly changed from the last time I put this outfit on; I looked and acted a little mature from high school, but other than that I'm still the short girl that was tossed in the air over a multiple times.

"You ready?!"

"Of course." Eagerness was in his voice, along with the hick coating of lust,

I giggled as the flames and butterflies danced around in my belly, especially when I opened the door to show him the slightly tight outfit. I forgotten I've grown breast and a little healthy weight over the years. I stepped out closer to the bed where Samuel was sitting. "See, told you."

He laughed, a loud cackle escape his lips as he fell back into the bed to hide his face under one of my decorative pillows. "You were serious?" He sat back up with phone in hand to snap a few photos.

I laughed as well and nod my head in confirmation. "Yes, why would I lie?"

Samuel raised his phone to snap over a thousand pics before setting it down. "I thought you were pulling me leg or something. Do a routine, I want to see if you're legit."

"Okay, but it's been a very long time since I actually did one." I stepped into the beginning stance that came to me like walking. "Are you recording this?"

He had his phone up once again, this time being discreet. "Why wouldn't I?"

"Because what if I fuck up a move or something?"

"I'm the only one who's going to see this, besides, I don't know shit about cheerleading so I doubt I'll notice."

I accept the answer and took a deep breath to think of a very simple routine that I won't mess up. I clapped my hands three times before shooting my arms up to start the slightly annoying chant. "B.L.U.E Lions prove your the best... B.L.U.E Lions kick their ass. Get a touchdown, touchdown so we can win. Touchdown, touchdown so we can go to the championship. Go Blue Lions!" I was quite breathless after doing the arm and feet coordination routine, even though I didn't put the jumping and cart wheels into it.

"Oh my god, did you just say ass?"

"Yeah, it's was supposed to be butts, but that doesn't rhyme."

Samuel stopped recording and started to actually examine me, his gaze burned my skin and made my heart beat faster than before- maybe it was because I just did a fast pace routine. "Come here." In which I did, straddling his lap I embraced him with a full on tongue kiss that eventually lead to other things.

Still wearing the uniform, Samuel wrapped me with pleasure and warmth that was unbelievably sexy and passionate. It's something about having sex not because your partner is angry or you two just had an emotional conversation, it was more of the happiness and goofiness that we both shared.

After our sinful deed, we laid side by side in bed while staring up at the ceiling in comfortable silence. Both of us half naked; me still wearing the skirt and Samuel being pants-less, I couldn't help but feel the sense of relief and satisfaction. "I was wondering," I voiced while turning to my side to get a clear view of his relaxed facial features. "This is technically the first time we actually had sex without one of us being angry or having an emotional moment."