Cheerleader: Making the Team by Harry_n_Wild
Join Harry_n_Wild in 'Cheerleader: Making the Team,' an erotic tale that dives into the passionate journey of ambition, desire, and seduction. Explore the thrilling dynamics of cheerleading, where practice gets heated and desires unfold. Perfect for those seeking steamy romance and tantalizing encounters!<br/>
A young woman goes to college and wants to try out for the cheer leading team. When she does she finds out more about herself than she had every experienced before.
Cheerleader: Making the Team
First thing you need to know is, I come from a small town. Not a farm town specifically but small enough to be straitjacketed in many ways. But we enjoyed life. High school was fun. In a mildly risque sort of way.
My body was in great shape. When I was young I started in gymnastics and really got into it. I loved the thrill of flying, bouncing and stretching. I found that I liked being an extrovert. The more attention I got the more I liked it. The tight uniforms, the postures. All got me more attention.
But eventually I hit puberty. My breasts grew and my hips widened throwing off my balance just enough to ruin my chances of competing. I missed the attention from coaches and the competitions. It was difficult for a while and I really wanted to find something to replace the thrill.
After junior high school I started to follow the sport teams and watching the cheerleaders. The attention, the sexy outfits and the rhythm of the routines excited me. It was like gymnastics for the real extrovert. Cheer leading became my go to thrill.
I was on the cheer leading squad in High school. Gymnastics played a big part in my cheers and choreography. So when I went to our nearby big city to go to college I assumed I would be a shoe-in for the team. Everything started pretty normal. I signed up. I got an audition and I went in to try out.
I wore my skin tight workout clothes and sports bra. Not that I needed it. My breasts had grown too large for gymnastics, but they were firm and round. The tight clothes accentuated my muscular frame and symmetry. They also gave me confidence and attention.
When I was in try outs everything seemed normal. All the eligible candidates were given a chance to show their stuff one at a time. Then we were given instructions in specific cheer routines that we had to follow and we had to work together as a group. As a team. I nailed it. Some of the others, not so much.
At the end of the first round the candidates were given the chance to show off their own style. In my High school I had choreographed my own routine that highlighted my gymnastic skills. It included an aerial cartwheel and spinning jump which landed in side-splits. Everyone was impressed.
After that it was obvious, I was on top and was asked back for the second round. I was given a uniform, a box of extras and instructions for the next trial. I was so excited I didn’t question it and ran back to my dorm room to prepare. I was on cloud nine.
It was getting late and the sky was a deep red as I arrived back at my dorm. The grounds and the buildings looked amazing because I was so excited to get back on a cheer leading squad. My confidence was spilling over and as soon as I got back to my room I stripped off my workout clothes to try on the uniform without looking at the instructions.
When I tried on the uniform I looked myself over in the mirror. I looked awesome if I did say so myself. Then I opened the box of extras. Inside were two sets of underwear, a thin shirt and another box. One pair of underwear were bikinis in one of the school colors.
The other pair was a thong and it was tan colored that matched my skin. Almost perfectly. The shirt was a match for the regular top but was thin and skin tight. I slipped off the regular shirt to try on the other one.
It really fit snug and you could see the outline of my sport bra. It was very sexy. Then I thought about the thong. It was my first pair and I was excited to try them on. I slid off my panties and wiggled into them. The strap slid up between my cheeks and I felt a tinging all over my body.
I looked in the mirror again. Turned around and bent over just a little. I wasn’t naive but I’d never worn a thong before and seeing my ass cheeks sticking out from under the short skirt with just the thin strip of material between them was exciting for sure.
My body danced in the mirror as I wiggled around pretending to do cheer moves checking myself out. That’s when I remembered the extra box. It was long and plain looking. I picked it up and as I lifted the lid it popped open. A dozen or so condoms unfolded and sprang out surprising me.
I dropped the box and a dildo fell to the floor bouncing and wiggling. My mouth fell open. Like I said, I wasn’t naive but I’d never had a dildo, or even played with one. My crotch was suddenly warm and my ears throbbed. I felt my little slit tighten. That’s when things took a strange turn.
Suddenly there was a knock at the door. Just leaving it there condoms and all, I cracked the door and looked to see who it was. It was Jill, the head cheerleader in her uniform. Her eyes were wide and bright. She had a wild smile on her face that must have matched my own.
She was wearing the tight shirt with no bra and I could see that her nipples were hard and protruding. Her eyes looked me over. She said, “I was hoping you liked the uniform. Can I come in?” My mind was racing and I wasn’t thinking about the dildo and the condoms spilled all over the floor.
“Sure.” I said and edged the door open cautiously. As I did a guy appeared from nowhere and pushed Jill inside. It was the lead male cheerleader. I recognized him from the tryouts. His hand shot out as he introduced himself, “Hi. I’m Brad.”
I shook his hand. It was hot and damp. He looked over my shoulder and saw the things on the floor, “I see you couldn’t wait to read the note.” I stuttered suddenly remembering the state the room was in, “Well… I… you see…” Jill walked in and picked everything up from the floor and placed it on the bed.
“Don’t worry. You aren’t in trouble.” she said with a giggle. Then she walked back over to Brad who gave her a quick peck on the cheek. His hand slid down behind her and she arched her back and groaned. Her eyes became big as saucers and she grinned excitedly.
Brad was handsome and muscular like a gymnast. He was wearing a uniform as well and I could easily make out his leg muscles and his strong chest. His sculpted chest flexed as his hand ground into Jill’s behind. The glint in his eyes drew me in and I just stood there and watched them.
Now my body was throbbing and my heart pounded in my chest. What are they doing? Right here in my room. With me watching. He looked at me with a knowing smile as Jill’s face lit up. Her body shook a little and she gasped. Then Brad whispered something in her ear.
Jill turned to look at me and smiled, “Do you like the uniform?” I just shook my head. It was hard to answer after what I just saw, but the uniform was great. Especially with the thong underpants and the skin tight shirt. “That shirt will look better without your bra.” Then she put her hands under her breasts and shook them.
Those nipples wiggled and stuck firmly through the thin material. My eyes fixed on them. She turned around and lifted her skirt to show me her ass with just the thin piece of material from the thong covering the crease down the middle.