She wore a red and white cheerleader costume, complete with short—and I mean short—pleated skirt, tight crop top that said CHEER across the front, white ankle socks and sneakers. Her hair was pulled off her face in a high ponytail tied with a big red bow, and she carried red and white pom poms in her hands.

I think I tried to say hi, but all I got out was a word that sounded like “hot.”

“Would you like to come in?”

Nodding, I stepped into the house, unable to take my eyes off her or close my mouth. My dick was already standing at attention yelling GO! FIGHT! WIN! as I shut the door behind me.

“I know we’re supposed to go out for dinner, but with the snowstorm and everything, I thought maybe you’d like to stay in,” she said seductively, walking backward. “So I planned a little evening for us here.”

As if in a trance, I followed her to the family room at the back of the house, where all the shades were pulled and the only light came from candles set on the coffee table—right next to a box of Krispy Kreme donuts and an oversized Restoration Hardware catalog.

I looked at her in surprise. “What’s this?”

“It’s your favorite things,” she said with a grin. “I know one cheerleader isn’t the same as teams of them competing on ESPN, but I thought you’d like the outfit just the same.”

I had to laugh. “I do.”

“Good. Want to take off your coat?”

I shrugged my jacket off and threw it aside, anxious to get my hands on her.

She had other ideas. “Okay, now you sit down and eat a Krispy Kreme.”

“You want me to sit down and eat right now?” I put my arms around her. “What if I’d rather do something else?”

“Hey. I’m in charge here.” She tapped her pom poms against my chest.

“I love when you try to get bossy.” I buried my face in her neck and inhaled. “But I’m not hungry, Sylvia. Not for donuts, anyway.”

She laughed when I tickled her throat with my tongue. “Hey, I’m just trying to make our first official date memorable here.”

“Goal achieved,” I said, backing up toward the couch and bringing her with me. “Seriously. V-I-C-T-O-R-Y. Now let’s see your straddle.”

Giggling, she let me pull her onto my lap, her knees on either side of my thighs, and tossed her pom poms over my shoulders. “So impatient.”

“I can’t help it,” I said, kissing her lips as my hands slid beneath that skirt. “You know how I get when you wear a short—” I stopped. “You’re naked underneath this outfit?”

Her eyelids lowered half-way as I stroked her. “Uh huh.”