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Title: OMG, Bestie… My Cheerleader Best Friend and I Had a Spicy Train Ride Home

Okay, so no cap, Anne and I were low-key flirting all day at school—like, the usual teasing, her adjusting her cheer skirt just a little too high when she knew I was looking. But then, on the train ride home? Things got next level.

It was just us in the back car, kinda empty, and the vibe was… electric. She stretched her legs out, her pleated skirt riding up, and I was like, “Anne, you’re killin’ me.” She just smirked and whispered, “Maybe that’s the point.” DEAD.

Next thing I know, her hands are sliding up my thigh and—oh my god—her fingers brush against my cock through my jeans. I gasped, and she giggled, all innocent-like, but then her nails dug in just a little and, fuck, I was hard AF. I leaned in, my voice cracking when I muttered, “You wanna play?”

She didn’t answer, just bit her lip and climbed into my lap, grinding her perfect cheerleader ass against me. I could feel her pussy through that tiny skirt, hot and so wet. I slipped a hand under the fabric, and when my fingers found her clit, she moaned into my neck, “Jesus, yes.”

The train rocked, and so did she, riding my fingers like it was her damn pom routine. I was obsessed—her breath hitching, her thighs shaking, until she came with this filthy little whimper. Then she kissed me, all tongue and teeth, and whispered, “Your turn next time.” BESTIE, I AM DECEASED.

Period. 😩🔥