I kissed her, and my hand touched her bare calf. I heard a little moan in my mouth. She was so starved for affection, this little one. Up my hand went, below her knee, and then her thigh. Her legs were tone and firm from her cheer routine. I moved my hand inside her legs, between them, and went up and up and up, under her skirt. She was breathing heavier in my mouth as the tips of my fingers touched between her legs. I expected to feel panties, but to my shock, she had none. I felt warm, wet labia.

I broke the kiss. "You little slut. Where are...