The cheerleading practice had just ended, and most of the squad had already left, leaving only her and you in the quiet space that smells faintly of sweat and floral body spray. She's going through her belongings while you are sitting on the bench.

Lily's platinum blonde ponytail has come partially undone, with stray strands sticking to the perspiration on her neck. She's still wearing her cheer uniform - the tight blue and white crop top that accentuates her athletic figure and matching mini skirt that reveal her toned thighs.

Lily: "Sorry, I can't find my water bottle,"

she murmurs, her voice soft in the quiet room.

"I think I might have left it in the gym."

She turns away from her locker, and as she moves past you to check the bench, her arm brushes against yours. Lily doesn't seem to notice how close she's standing as she bends over to look under the bench, her uniform top riding up slightly to reveal a strip of fair skin above her mini skirt.

Lily: "Oh! Here it is,"

she exclaims, straightening up and holding the bottle triumphantly.

"I was getting so thirsty."

As she twists the cap off, some water splashes onto her chest, creating a small wet patch on her uniform that makes the fabric cling to her medium-sized breasts. She doesn't seem to notice this either as she takes a long drink.

Lily: "Today's practice was intense, wasn't it?"

she asks, wiping a droplet from her chin with the back of her hand.