Chapter 4: Cheerleader Blues Part I

Stacy was in lust. She watched him go up for the mark, his muscles rippling under his tight football jersey. He gathered the ball in, despite all those hands trying to knock the ball free. Angus was the best football player that Piedmont High had ever seen. His grace and skill put him way out in front of anyone else. It was only a matter of time before he was called up to the AFL. Almost every girl in school wanted him for themselves. They could see a way to fame and fortune if only they could be his girlfriend.

Stacy was different. She only wanted him for his body. His hard, masculine body. She practically drooled every time she saw him. Once she had hidden in a locker in the change rooms just so she could see him standing naked in the showers after a game.

But Angus only ever dated cheerleaders. Stacy had heard rumours of how he would only date a girl until she put out, then dump her, which was fine with Stacy. In fact she would be annoyed if he wanted to stay the night after they did it. But before she could use him she had to attract his attention. And there was only two ways that she could think of.

She turned to her twin sister Tracy who was sitting with their friend Clifford. She noticed that Tracy was sitting on his lap and smiling. It was so obvious that she liked him, maybe even loved him a little. But there was no way Tracy would admit that she was in love with the class nerd.

'Class nerd?' thought Stacy. 'He sure doesn't look like one any more.'

And it was true. Clifford's skin had cleared up, the nerdish glasses were replaced by contact lenses and now, thanks to the twins he had some sort of dress sense. He actually looked pretty good to Stacy. She could understand why her sister might be attracted to him. Of course his huge dick helped.

After the party last week when they had managed to get Janet to fuck Willy (Free Willy to anyone but his friends), they had driven home and taken turns screwing Clifford in the back seat while the other drove. There had also been a time when Clifford drove while the girls were in the back. It was really just to give Clifford time to catch his breath but they had been drinking the leftover bottle of Bourbon. One thing had led to another and before they knew it there was some serious action happening in the back of Cliff's car while he watched in the rear-view mirror.

It wasn't something they had planned or even really thought of doing. Oh they had shared guys before and it had involved a bit of touching and feeling of each other but never anything like this. Stacy had known what to do, she had gone down on girls before and Tracy picked it up fairly quickly so they had both gotten a lot out of it. Plus the thrill of doing something that was frowned on added to the excitement. To the twins it was just a bit of experimentation. It might happen again, it might not. Stacy secretly hoped that it would.

But the most important thing about last Friday night was the fact that they had used a concoction called Spanish Fly to get Janet to screw Willy. It was an aphrodisiac that Tracy had found in an old chemistry book and had gotten Clifford to make up in the school lab (twins 2 and 3). It was just what she needed to get Angus into her pants. She was about to ask Clifford if he had any left when she noticed that Tracy was rocking very slowly on his lap. It was a very slight movement but hard to miss when you were sitting this close. One look of Clifford's face told her exactly what was going on.

"Oh my god. Are you two doing it?"

"Could you say that a little louder, Stacy? I don't think the opposing team heard you." Tracy was only mildly annoyed with her sister. She was having far too much fun to be upset. They were indeed 'doing it', in fact they had been at it for nearly half an hour. She was surprised that no one had noticed earlier.

"I can't believe you two are fucking in the middle of a football game. Why don't you go do it in the middle of the field so everyone can see?"

"Mm that's a good idea isn't it, Clifford? Would be fun to have hundreds of people watching me suck that big cock of yours."

Clifford just nodded dumbly. He was very close to climaxing so any chance of coherent thought was beyond him. He placed his hands on Tracy's hips and started to move her a little faster. She responded by clamping down on his cock.

"Oh not yet, Clifford, just a little bit longer, baby. Please."

Stacy looked away in disgust and waited till they finished. A couple of minutes later and some low moans followed by the distinctive smell of cigarette smoke told her it was safe to turn back.

"I can't believe you guy's did that. Have you no shame?"

"Nope. None whatsoever. Do we, Clifford?" Tracy leaned back and kissed him on the lips. She no longer cared who knew she was with Clifford. As long as he could do that to her she would be happy to be with him.

"Yuck. Gross." Stacy made mock retching sounds until she realised that no one was paying attention. She decided to just get on with asking Clifford an important question.

"Cliffy do we have any of that stuff left over from the party?"

"No Stacy, I poured it all out. It's too dangerous. Don't forget what happened to Kerry and Ian."

Stacy and Clifford had tried the brew on Kerry and Ian with dramatic results. After an amazing performance the two had not been seen back at school for nearly a week. Then last Thursday in the middle of history class the two of them had started fucking, right there on the floor. The principle was called and he had to hose them down before they stopped. Clifford had called it a flashback, a bit like when takers of acid sometimes started tripping long after they had stopped using it.

"But my love for Angus is far more important than a few harmless side effects."

"Harmless? Kerry and Ian are in a mental hospital. Willy had to call the police because Janet was stalking him. God knows how many people are suffering side effects after you spiked the punch with that stuff."

"But I want to have sex with Angus." Stacy put on her best pouty face. She could tell Clifford was touched but Tracy just rolled her eyes. Looking at Clifford Tracy could see he was about to give in.

"Don't even think about it, Clifford. She knows what kind of girl Angus likes. And she knows what she has to do if she wants to screw him." She glared at Stacy.

"No not that. Anything but that."

"Yes that."

"But I don't want to do it."

"You will have to forget about him then."

"Nooooooo. I want to screw him."

"Then you know what to do Stacy. You will have to become..." She paused for dramatic effect.

"A cheerleader."

Stacy was not happy. She was standing in the school gym with fifteen other hopefuls, waiting for the start of cheerleader trials. She was wearing the clothing recommended in the application form (extremely short skirt, lycra top, underwear optional) and glaring at the other girls. Stacy figured that if a few of them withered under her death stares then that would mean less competition.

The main door opened and in walked Sarah, the head cheerleader. She strode to the centre of the room and motioned for the girls to gather around her. She looked at the recruits and sighed. Just once she wished that someone else could do this job. How was she supposed to find someone who was cheerleader material from this lot?

"Okay girls, gather around. We are going to run through some routines to see just how coordinated you are. Now line up along here and follow my lead."

She walked over to a tape recorder and switched on some Sonic Animation. Then she turned to the girls and started a few basic moves. Within fifteen seconds half the girls were lying on the floor. Stacy however was following the routine with ease.

She liked to keep herself in shape so she could get every little bit of enjoyment she could from sex and now it was coming in useful for other things. After five minutes only three girls remained and one of those three was flagging badly. Sarah went down into a splits move and all three girls followed, but only Stacy and Magenta got back to their feet.

Sarah gave a sigh of relief and stopped the routine.

"Okay, that's it. You all did a great job," Sarah tried hard not to gag on that one, "but we can only take two. And those two are Magenta and Cyan."

Stacy was shocked.

Stacy was outraged.

Stacy was going to have Sarah's head on a spike.

"What? You can't be serious."

"I'm sorry Stacy," said Sarah who was not really sorry at all.

"But you can't give it to that fat cow. Look at her. She's going blue in the face."

Cyan, who was indeed looking a little flustered, looked up at Stacy and managed a grin.

"How you can you pick her over me? I finished the routine. She couldn't finish a thought without breaking into a sweat."

"Because she goes down on the fullback."

Stacy stood openmouthed as the others slowly filtered out of the room. As Sarah gathered up her things Stacy grabbed her by the arm.

"Look you don't understand. I need to be a cheerleader." Never in Stacy's short life did she ever think she would utter such a sentence.

"It's no longer up to me. You will have to talk to Ms. Spencer." Sarah shook her arm free from Stacy's grasp and walked out of the gym.

Stacy decided to talk to Ms. Spencer. She was determined to be a cheerleader no matter what. Nothing was going to keep her from sleeping with Angus. She held her head high and walked to the front door. When Stacy made up her mind nothing would slow her down.

Except for the front door which was now locked.

"Shit! What else could go wrong?"

She was answered by darkness as the gym lights were switched off.

"Double Shit!"

Maggie Spencer was walking down the hallway when she heard banging coming from the gym. She took her keys out of her pocket and walked over to the door. Quickly unlocking it she swung it open to find a beautiful young blonde girl looking up at her.

"Oh thank you, Ms. Spencer. I have been trapped in there for ages."

Maggie looked at the girl who was wearing the briefest of cheerleader attire. She marvelled at the pert young breasts that were obviously not restricted by a bra and noticed that the coldness of the gym had caused the nipples to stand out. Maggie wondered if the young girl was wearing any panties.