My Friend's Cheerleader Sister

Zac Wild struts into the salon, and the second AJ Applegate spots him, she bolts over, face flushing red. 'Oh my god, Zachary... what the hell are you doing here?' she stammers, all embarrassed. He grins and says her brother spilled the beans about her gig here. They chat quick—catching up on the last few days, nothing deep. He asks if she's still flipping around as a cheerleader, and she nods, yeah, they're busting ass training for this big competition, hoping to snag a top spot. Talk keeps rolling light, and he drops that he had zero clue she was slinging massages now—must be her dirty little secret from everyone but family. AJ shrugs it off sheepish-like, admits she grabbed her massage cert a couple months back and started here. Family's in the loop, but she keeps it hushed 'cause her friends would hound her for free rubdowns nonstop. Chat fizzles out, and she goes, 'Alright, I gotta get back to it.' But he grabs her arm—hold up, he didn't swing by just to shoot the breeze. He wants a massage. 'Umm, isn't that kinda weird?' she says, eyes wide. 'You're basically my brother's shadow, it'd feel like rubbing down my own sibling.' He cracks up, fires back he's leagues cooler than her bro—how dare she lump them together? She loosens up, smirks a bit, and yeah, she's got an hour free before the next sucker shows. 'Perfect,' he shoots back. She crooks her index finger, come on, follow me. She starts leading, but he cuts in—wait a sec. 'You got that cheerleader getup with you?' 'Yeah, heading to practice after shift—why?' 'Cause it'd be straight-up epic if you worked me over in it.' 'Ummm... that's a super weird ask,' she says, eyebrows shooting up. 'Oh c'mon, it'll be awesome!' he pushes. It's odd as hell to her, but fine, if that's his kink, she'll suit up. Zac laughs his ass off and claps like a kid as she ducks out to change. AJ saunters back in that skimpy cheerleader uniform, and there's Zac, stripped to his boxers, smirking like the cat that ate the cream. 'Damn, you look smoking,' he says. She blushes fierce—half thrilled, half squirming under the stare. 'Hop on the table,' she tells him. She kneads his muscles a few minutes, but he's craning for peeks at her in that outfit, especially trying to sneak a glance up her skirt like a sneaky bastard. After a bit, he goes, 'Hold up—stop.' Sits up straight. 'This rubdown's not cutting it.' She jolts, 'Did I screw up?' Nah, he says, just craving more than the boring old Swedish. He's heard of this Nuru thing—her eyes bug out. 'We don't do that here!' He chuckles, 'Really? Saw it on your site, checked it out before rolling in. Sounds filthy as hell.' AJ gasps, 'You better not breathe a word, especially not to my brother! Family thinks this is legit— they'd lose their shit if they knew.' Zac leans in, 'I won't tell a soul... long as I get to sample that Nuru myself.' She glares daggers but caves quick—fine. 'It kicks off with a shower,' she says. Starts stripping slow, peeling off the cheer top and skirt. 'Sucks to see that come off,' Zac says, 'but damn, always fantasized about you buck naked!' 'Really?' she asks, that flattered-uncomfy vibe hitting again. 'Never clocked you liking me—you always ghosted when you were over.' 'You think I'd risk my best bud catching me drooling over his little sis?' he laughs. She admits she pegged him for a jerk, but hey, he's kinda cute up close. She lathers him up, hands roaming, and bam—she's flirting hard now, spark's been sizzling forever. Her fingers slide down to his cock, rock hard already. 'Guess you think I'm cute too,' she teases. They lock lips as she pumps him slow, then she drops to her knees and wraps her mouth around it, sucking deep. 'No clue how long I've craved this,' he groans, fingers tangling in her hair while she works him over. Quick rinse later—after the hand action and sloppy blow—AJ tugs him to the room's far corner, where the Nuru mat's all set. She gets him settled, slicks herself head to toe in oil, then climbs on, pressing her slick body against his. Starts with real massage moves, but soon she's gliding up and down, skin slapping skin. Moans crank up as she grinds her pussy on him, teasing that edge. She grabs his throbbing cock, lines it up, and right before she sinks down, whispers fierce, 'You can't tell a soul about this—promise??'