Dead Eyed Cheerleader in Her 30s

Most people who are a big deal in highschool will eventually discover that it made them overconfident. Launched them on a shallow trajectory through life which peaked early, and will come crashing down all too soon. They didn't have to make an effort, so they didn't learn how to make an effort. That worked for them, until it didn't.

So what if you got your tits early? Every girl has tits now, yours aren't special. Who cares if your mom showed you how to put on makeup in the 4th grade? Even the nerds can watch YouTube tutorials, and theirs will probably look better than the blobs of mascara smeared around your eyes. It doesn't matter than you were the first girl in your grade to put a dick in your mouth. We're grownups. Every girl sucks dick, and since most of them were competing against you they learned to do a lot better than the timid head bobbing you still rely on.

That's why every day you work a dead end cashier's job that you're barely qualified for. It's why, on your days off, you prowl your way through Facebook looking for the guys who lusted for you back in the glory days. Guys who have built you up in their minds into something more than you are. Guys who can make you feel like a cheerleader again when you go down on them.

But each guy eventually gets tired of how boring you are. Some of the mystique is lost after they watch you spit their cum in the sink because you still think you're too good to swallow. As the years go by there are fewer and fewer of them left for you to fuck, and your standards get lower. The guys keep getting uglier and meaner. Eventually you'll cling to the worst of them, learn to do the nasty things you should have learned to do before. Because if you let him go the glory of your highschool years will be lost forever.