Chapter 1

I hate football. It’s one of the main reasons I tossed my useless husband out years ago. Now, since my daughter, Anna, is a high school cheerleader, I feel I must go to every game. At least I can ignore the football and focus on the cheering. It’s the only way I know how the home team is doing, anyway.

Anna was so excited to be selected to the cheerleading team as a freshman. She didn’t expect to be picked, but she worked hard and made sure that she licked the butts of the senior cheerleaders and the coach. Well, not literally licked their butts. A thought like that would never cross the innocent mind of my little girl.

I guess her looks helped. Her petite but athletic body stood 5 feet tall and her almost non-existent breasts weren’t big enough to bounce around and get in her way when she cheered. She inherited her Dad’s wavy blonde hair. I bleach mine.

For the first couple of games, I focused almost all my attention on Anna. She really is a good cheerleader, and being the smallest on the team, she’s always the one getting tossed up in the air. I hold my breath every time, but so far so good. They haven’t dropped her yet. It was surprising to me how outgoing she could be while cheering. She’s normally very quiet and reserved.

After a few games, I started watching the other girls. They’re all so sexy in their little outfits and pom poms. The school colors are red and white, so they wear bright white cheerleader panties under their short red skirts. Most are a little taller and bigger than Anna, but not by much. It’s the head cheerleader, Debbie, that really stands out.

Debbie is a senior. She must be about 5 feet 8 inches tall and very athletic. Her long straight black hair is always tied off in a ponytail that reaches almost to her waist. The thing that really stands out is her chest. The word gigantic is the first thing that comes to mind. I can only imagine what her bra size must be.

I asked Anna how Debbie manages to cheer being so top heavy. After some serious giggling and blushing she told me that Debbie wears some kind of undergarment that keeps things tight to her chest. It must be some serious foundation wear, since her boobs don’t bounce around nearly as much as it seems they should with all that jumping up and down.

Last week after a Friday night game, the cheerleader coach sat next to me on the bench as the girls were packing up their pom poms and water bottles and such.

“Aren’t you Anna’s Mom?” she asked. “I’m Ms. Connor, Anna’s coach. You can call me Linda. She’s really doing great, don’t you think?”

I knew who she was. Anna had pointed her out and you can’t miss such a beautiful redhead. Her perfect athletic figure was quite evident in her tight yoga pants and cropped tank top. She must have some big powerful nipples, since they always poked out through her top and bra. She didn’t look to be too many years out of high school herself. “Hi, yes,” I replied. “I’m Susan Gleason, Anna’s Mom. And yes, I think all the girls are doing a great job.”

“The boys played a great game. Too bad they missed that last-second kick.”

“Oh ... Did we lose?” We both laughed. “I don’t watch the game. I’m here to watch the girls.”

It seems my reply took her by surprise.

“Oh!” She replied. “You like watching the girls?” She had a strange look in her eye.

“Oh my God!” I thought to myself. “She can’t think ... Surely I don’t ... Oh my God!” She caught me off guard and I stammered, “Oh ... I didn’t mean ... well ... I mean I like the cheerleaders, but I don’t WATCH the GIRLS ... not like that!” I tried to laugh it off.

“It’s OK. I know what you mean.” She said, winking at me. She paused a moment as I panicked, but then she burst out laughing. Her laughter put me at ease. We talked about Anna and the other girls for a while and I also found out that I was right about her age. She was a local college junior volunteering to coach cheerleading for extra credits.