i'll remember my first blowjob

Every guy, high school, college, or otherwise wants to date a cheerleader. For some reason they think we’re going to be easier to get into bed, or have some secret handbook on giving blowjobs that’s going to make their world a better place to be in. I was a cheerleader in high school and I’m a cheerleader in college and I still haven’t given a blowjob in my life. I’ve dated plenty of guys, but most of them have been assholes who expect me to worship their cocks.

All my life I’ve disdained the idea of a blowjob, that is until I met Mark. He’s a total sweetheart and he’s been nothing but wonderful to me. The day after our first date he had flowers sent to my dorm room. For our second date he took me to the finest restaurant in town and ordered a very expensive bottle of wine, in French no less. He’s cultured, he’s cute, and he has a great sense of humor. I’ve been looking to date a guy like him my entire life, and now that I have him I finally understand why some girls are willing to give blowjobs.

Most girls don’t get anything out of a blowjob other than the knowledge that they guy they’re sucking off is having a great time. I think most guys understand this; most of them are just too stupid to let a girl know how appreciative they are. Because I love Mark so much and I want to keep him around forever I decided to give him a blowjob for his birthday.

I got us a hotel room for the night at a really nice place and we checked in after a romantic dinner at an Italian restaurant. I brought a small bag to the hotel room that had in it my cheerleading uniform. It contained a short pleated skirt and out spring top, which was a midriff baring tank that showed off my flat stomach and accentuated my C cup breasts. I put on the uniform, took a look at myself in the mirror, and returned to the bed feeling quite sexy.

Mark affirmed my feelings with an appreciative whistle. I did a few sexy cheers for him, most of them alluding to a blowjob in some way or another, and then unzipped his pants and pulled off his underwear. His cock was already semi hard and it grew further when I began to stroke it with my soft hand. I leaned forward and gently kissed the head, which was now engorged with blood. I heard a sharp intake of breath from above me and I knew that Mark was on edge and horny as hell. With his cockhead in my mouth I swirled my tongue around, coating it in my saliva and stimulating the soft underside.