Chapter 1

It was Nancy Peterson's first appearance as a Valley High cheerleader. The stands rumbled with a full house of cheering fans. Nancy performed high kicks. Her dark-blue skirt featured inverted pleats and swirled sexily on her fine, tanned legs.

She wore a tight white vest that had blue stripes down the arms, an inch-wide white stripe across the chest, and it pulled tightly against her big teenette tits, two whoppers that bobbled like ripe grapefruits. Nancy knew her titties were attractive to men. She realized early on, when her tits bloomed that she was blessed with a real set of suckies.

She kicked high. Her skirt flew up, giving the fans a good look at her shiny, slick, white bloomers that tugged in at the muffy crunch of her cunt.

Nancy's succulent-looking tits wobbled and splashed up and down as she kicked her right leg, kicked her left leg, then twirled her blue and white pompoms with outstretched arms.

Her dark-brown hair, done in a sweep on the sides, a slick pull on the top, tied into a long ponytail in the back with a white ribbon, swished behind her like a whip. Her tossed bangs were cut straight across her forehead and enhanced the beautiful, angelic cut of her lovely face.

There was no question about it... she could have placed high in the finalists of the Miss Teenage America contest.

The band blared.

The crowd watched.

Nancy bumped her curvy, luscious hips to the left, to the right, not an inch of fat on her sleek body. She turned around, her back to the stands, with the other six cheerleaders. They all bent over in unison, blue and white tennis shoes flat on the field, legs spread, and wiggled their fine asses.

Nancy's little skirt pulled up over her tight bloomers. She pointed her darling ass at the bleachers, her asscheeks sliced high with the elastic cut of her bloomers which left a juicy slice of shimmering white skin jiggling.

Nancy rolled her hips, bumped her ass, and the swirl of her round rump was a joyous sight to the boys and men in the stands.

Nancy squatted down lewdly with the gorgeous girls, bumping her ass, hands on her knees, skirt flying, head turned back, chin on her shoulder, and a delicious new thrill zinged through her incredible body.

She got hot.

She saw the stares of the men in the crowd, how they gawked longingly at her fine frame. She loved the way they stared at her.

She turned, in time with the other girls, and faced the stands. She kicked her leg high, showed her crotch, then danced hop-scotch to the right, then to the left, bent over, wiggled her upper body, rolled her head, ponytail circling.

Her pants got wet.

Good grief! Nancy thought. I'm gooshin' my bloomers!

A seeping hot spritz slicked against the shiny white tights.

The band brought the pep song to an abrupt end, and Nancy rushed to the sidelines with the other girls, still tingling and buzzing with this new rush of excitement.

Chrissie Madison, one of the cheerleaders, leaned over toward Nancy. "Jeez, those guys up there were really givin' you some hot looks."

"I know," Nancy whispered back.

"Well, give 'em a good show."

"Huh?" Nancy gave Chris a puzzled look.

"Hey, half the people in the bleachers don't give a shit about football, touchdowns, first downs, all that dumb shit. They're here to see us wiggle our ass and bounce our tits."

"Really?"

"You're damn right. See that guy up there -- no, don't look now, dummy -- the one on the last row next to the press booth... the one with the binoculars and camera?"

Nancy waited a moment, then turned and saw the man. "Yeah, I see him."

"He hasn't missed a game since I've been a cheerleader. He's a rich bachelor. I checked him out. He's constantly checking out my body."

And a good body it was. Chris was lithe, thin, and she had a fabulous All-American face, flat tummy, bouncy titties, rich, supple hips, and brown hair that she wore in double ponytails.

"Wow! Just comes to see you, huh?" Nancy asked.

"You got it."

A time out was called.

The band blared.

The girls ran onto the field. Nancy was in line, and the girls put their feet far apart, hands on knees, squatted down, moved from left to right in time with the music.

Nancy looked up at the man Chris had pointed out. He peered through his binoculars. She thought maybe he was looking at her too, because she noticed he moved the glasses to the left, then back to the right.