Cheerleader's Bondage

Without warning, her hand reached under the very short cheerleading skirt and began fondling me.
I jumped back. “What are you doing?”
She insistently put her fingers back against my panties, holding me still with her other hand. “I’m going to show you the smile that I mean.”
I’d never been touched there before, not by another woman anyway. She looked me in the eyes as I felt her fingers stroking me, touching my lips through the panties. I grew wet very quickly and her fingers soon pushed over the leg hole, exposing my slit to her touch. Her bare fingers, unfolded me and found the epicenter of my sexuality...