Thread: Cheerleader! (Jack Stalker and caliente)

Spencer was shuddering helplessly when she listened to him talking to her Mom. She could hear her mother's voice, asking questions. Heard the obvious delight at her treasured little princess maybe becoming Head Cheerleader. Her face was flushed, and she almost groaned at the irony of it all. She was so embarassed when he scooped up his hot seed, smearing it across her tongue, still talking to her mom. Spencer was mortified at what was happening. Her head was spinning, her knees hurt, her throat was sore, she was sure she was a mess. At the same time she knew he was right. She -truly- wanted to be the Head cheerleader, she was more than glad that he had not kicked her from the squad. Her little pussy was throbbing with angry desire at his words, and when he finally hung up she did let out that groan. Yes Coach! She replied, her voice shaky. Y...yes... nobody will believe i will not be punished... she mused. And Jimmy... he IS gonna tell he and I are in trouble. She swallowed. Hard. What about Jimmy? she asked. The two of them had been dating for a while now, he even had been to lunch with her family last sunday. And he made a good boyfriend. Kept the other guys at bay, and really tried to give Spencer the time of her life. Just... that no of their encounters had been anything like... this. Like what had just happened. And while Spencer was hesitant, and filled with worries about her Mum finding out, about Jimmy finding out, about the girls finding out, she couldn't deny that she was itching to meet Coach Wiseman at his office later. She only had a few minutes to get cleaned up. Her heart was beating rapidly when she sneaked into the girls locker room, her fingers trembling when she stripped. Hectically removing the makeup from her face, leaving her young skin pure and clean. No time to apply fresh mascara. No time to wash her hair. Spencer pulled her cum stained strands into a tight bun, hoping nobody would notice the strands stiff with his gorgeous cum. She quickly donned her second uniform, stuffing a chewing gum into her mouth, and then she practically ran outside. She could tell that Jimmy had already told the guys he had gotten away with a strict lecture, and she stubbornly lifted her chin. The looks of the girls and the players told her they knew she was in trouble. Spencer clapped her hands. There's nothing to stare here.... is this a practise or are you here to stand around? she shouted. Final routine! she announced, her eyes flickering across the field. HE was there. She knew he was watching. Her fit young body trembling with the knowledge, and she really put on an effort. Open up the barn door, kick out the hay, We are the girls form the USA! Turn on the radio, and what do ya hear? Elvis Presley doin a cheer, Firecracker, Firecracker, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Firecracker, Firecracker, BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! Boys got the muscles, coaches got the brains, Cheerleaders have the sexy legs and we win the game! Spencer chanted and danced like she never had before. She held the final pose, her leg raised above her head, knowing her panties were showing. Knowing that -he- could see it as well, during the entire routine she secretly checked if he was watching, performing like she never had before. When practise was over she got dressed with the other girls. So... what's up? her best friend Helen asked. I can see you cried, Spence... Spencer touched her face. Yeah. Of course. No makeup! Ummm... well... Jimmy and I... she started, and Helen waved her hand. I know -that- part already she said. Jimmy told, but... dammit Spence. You don't break Coach Wiseman's rules. Spencer nodded solemnly. I will -never- break Coach Wiseman's rules again! she assuered her friend, cringing at the double meaning. I got the lecture of my life, and I will do extra time for a long time now. You know.. cleaning, sorting files... that kind of shit! Spencer shrugged and then grinned. But it's gonna be worth it. Wiseman said he ONLY let me get away because he plans on making me head of the squad she confided, and giggled together with Helen. We want to stop at MacDonalds on the way home! Helen told her. You coming along? Spencer shook her head and wrinkled her nose. I can't. I have to report to the Coach to schedule my punishment... she said, her voice trembling. Helen sympathetically squeezed her hand. Ah, come on head! she cheered. It's worth it!. Spencer had to shake her head, when she moved down the corridor towards Coach Wiseman's office. It's worth it! she muttered. If you just knew.... Bracing herself, the slender, young, teenaged slut knocked at the Coaches door, unable to supress the shudder racking her entire body at the mere thought of what was going to happen.