College had been everything she could’ve imagined all ready:
– That first breath of freedom and a sense of life as she hadn’t known it yet. – The ability to express herself and find her pathway to the future. – Exploration into every curiosity she had ever had dreamed of.But the best part of college hadn’t been the parties or the beer or the encounters she could never tell her family about. Instead, the best part was that she had fallen in love.
Her new relationship was with a guy who drew the submission out of her with such ease that “dynamic” was truly an understatement for the bond they shared.
He was her steady rock. She was his passion. He was the strong arm. She was the trophy.
On a Saturday afternoon in October, she lifted the bottom hem of her cheerleading skirt, as instructed by him to do so. Embarrassment mixed with humiliation inside her as her pink ruffled panties caught the attention of those within view.
He definitely knew how to get under her skirt. And she couldn’t have been happier.
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