KinkMeGentlyWithAChainSaw a ChanSaw fic

A Cheerleader's Fun {MacDuke}

Location:
Westerburg high school bathroom locker room
Time:
 9:30pm

  The Westerburg Rottweiler's won another football game. Was it the skill of the players?  Or the support of the cheerleader's who helped inspire them to win?  Was it the adoring fans that cheered them on all night?

    Heather Duke had been one of the fans on the sidelines.  She came to every game. She wanted to support Mac in every way possible. She shyly entered the locker room when the fuss of their team winning had died down.

    By now,  almost everyone had headed home. The fans,  the football players,  even the cheerleaders. When Duke walked in,  the locker room seemed to be empty. That's when she felt warm arms hug her from behind.

"Hey baby,  I'm so excited that we won!"

    Duke couldn't help but lean backwards into Mac's touch with a grin. Hearing her so excited over this is made her feel filled with pride.  Mac smirked slightly and began to give the back of Duke's neck a few kisses. Duke shivered a bit, the warmth of her partner's breath on her neck started to turn her on.

"Mac baby... "

    Duke whimpers a little. Mac smirks and twirls her girlfriend around to face her. She rests her forehead against Duke's and looks into her eyes. Her arms around Duke's waist. 

"Yes darling? ~"

    Mac purred sensually. Duke felt a shiver run down her spine. Duke's face flushing bright red. Her heart rate increases as her nervousness does as well. Its been a long while since their team won a game.  Last time they won, Mac treated Duke to something sexy as a reward.

"You look really hot in that uniform right now"

    Mac walks while holding Duke's waist against her own,  causing Duke to take steps backwards,  until she reaches a bench in the locker rooms.  Mac gently pushes Duke onto the bench.  With a predatory gaze,  she starts to straddle Duke's lap.

    Her hands find their way to the bottom of Duke's shirt. They gently slid under Duke's shirt and above Duke's abdomen. Mac squirms her hips as her skirt rides slightly up her own thighs. She rotates her hips above Duke's lap. Duke bucks her hips a little,  wanting more contact between her legs. Duke needily grasped onto Mac's waist groaning slightly.

    Mac's hands softly squeeze at Duke's abdomen.  She rubs soft circles onto her stomach. Duke arches her stomach into Mac's touch. She moans softly.

"Heather~... "

    Duke whimpered a bit. Mac looked really hot in her uniform,  and Mac being on her lap didn't help her arousal at all, it only added to the flames of her desires.

"Heather~ I need you~... "

    Duke is staring up at Mac with a pleading look in her eyes.  She clearly wanted more than just this. Mac teasingly rotates her hips on Duke's.  Duke groans and bucks her hips into Mac's.  Her grip tightens on Mac's waist,  her knuckles going white from grabbed how tightly she was gripping onto her waist.

    Duke tries to shimmy her own skirt off,  wanting less barriers between the two of them. Mac starts to eagerly and passionately kiss and bite and suck at Duke's neck.  Duke moans out at the contact to her neck.  Mac continues to tease her lover,  rotating her hips slowly above Duke's.

    Duke bites her own lip,  holding back a moan as she arches her back then bucks her hips roughly this time.  She really needed to feel more. Mac's hands travel upwards,  brushing Duke's ribcage.  They slide under Duke's bra.  Her fingers begin to pinch and roll Duke's nipples.

"Ah!  H-Heather!~"

    Duke moans as she bucks her hips craving more contact than she is receiving.  Mac rotates her hips in a teasing manner over Duke's. Duke was panting as Mac was rolling her's nipples. 

"F-fuck!"

    Duke wraps her arms around Mac's neck and pulls her into a sensual kiss.  Their tongue's intertwine and wrestle for dominance. Mac could easily overpower Duke but she wanted Duke to have fun as well, so she let Duke feel like she could pin her tongue down. After a few seconds of kissing, Mac breaks the kiss.

    Mac pulls her top off. She still wore her bra,  skirt and panties.  To tease Duke,  Mac pulled off her own bra tantalizingly slow.  She rotates her hips above Duke's lap as she began to pinch and roll her own nipples while staring into Duke's eyes.  Duke moans and bucks her hips,  craving more contact, more touch, she wanted relief.

    Mac pleasuring herself above Duke really increased her arousal. Duke felt how wet both of them were. She wanted to scream.  There hadn't yet been any skin to skin grinding,  but Duke was anticipating it. Craving it. Needing it.

    Mac runs her hands down her own torso.  She places her hands at the hem of her skirt.  She gets off of Duke so that she can remove her skirt,  then her own panties. She pulls off Duke's panties and straddles Duke's lap again. She angles their legs and hips so she can grind against Duke.

    When the two women ground against each other,  moans escaped both of their lips. They craved being close with each other. Duke was a panting mess as they continue to grind against each other.

"H-Heather,  oh god,  Heather!~ D-dont stop!~"

    Duke's nipples were hardened against her bra as she ground against Mac at a faster pace. Mac's nipples were hard as little pebbles. Mac was panting as she continues to grind against Duke.

    The two girls were a puddle of panting, moaning and slickness as they slid against eachother. Their wetness only making their grinding so much more pleasurable. Duke seemed to be the first to tense up before cuming and moaning out Mac's name. Mac was next to tense up and cum shortly after. She could barely use her vocal chords.

    Both of them were out of breath. Mac was panting heavily as she rests herself against Duke. Both women were panting slightly as they both snuggled and nuzzles into her neck. Duke was the first to speak.

"We should do this more often."

    Mac chuckled and smiled. She held Duke closer and pecks her cheek softly.

"That means we better win more often"

Part 3 coming sometime later in the future