"We need to work on that last cheer." She says. "Did you see how out of sync we were? It was awful!" "I was only watching you." I admit. "I thought you were awesome." I say, opening the door for her and tossing her bag in the backseat.
"You just like girls in skimpy outfits." She says, laughing. Her skirt rides up, exposing most of her dark thigh, as she gets in the car.
"Where to?" I ask, as I settle into my seat. "How about a Frappuccino?" I say, starting the car and backing out of the parking lot.
"Oh God, no!" She says. "I am so sweaty." She's, running her hand up and down her damp legs, and then fanning them with her pleated skirt, raising it up and down, exposing her sexy brown thighs. "I need to go home and take a shower." She says. "Do you mind just taking me home, Mike?" A mome
