Cheerleaders in Paradise — a series by
Bondi Beach
Cheerleader adventures, inspired by something my daughter told me about how she and a couple of other members of her high school varsity cheer squad were hanging around the Pentagon (yes, that Pentagon) one night very late after a game. New note: In October 2010 I revised and tightened and improved the stories and compiled them as one nicely formatted book in printed and download versions. For details, send me an e-mail.
Our excuse was that we were going to say "Hi" to Monica's dad at the Pentagon. It was close to midnight and we were back from a game two hours away, still in our cheer uniforms. The real reason is that Monica, Carla and I were hot and horny and restless and we were hoping we'd find someone to help us out. We did.
My name is Lisa, and a couple of years ago I was a varsity cheerleader at a small high school in Northern Virginia. I told you once (Well, it was really my dad talking then. See "Cheerleaders at the Pentagon.") that my mom and dad knew all about me, and I'd like to tell you a little more about that. [Author's note: Possible incest is mostly hinted at and prospective, i.e., it might happen but hasn't yet. Still, the possibility is there, so be warned.]
Eighth grade was an important year for Tommy and Monica and me. For Mom and Dad and me, too. [Author's note: Once again, the incest code is there for a reason. It's pretty light for now, but if incest bothers you, this is a good story to skip.]
I made the varsity squad on my first try at the end of summer before my freshman year in high school. During an extended cuddle with my mom, I learned some very interesting things about my parents. A few other things happened, too. I'm keeping my eye on Dan. [Author's note: Once again, please note the incest code. It's there for a reason.]
Coach James worked us so hard I thought I’d die. But I didn’t, and I learned some good things, too, about conditioning and about Dan and his mom, and a little more about my mom and dad. I picked out these bits from my diary to give you a little flavor of that time. [Author’s note: Please check the codes before you read.]
I know it kind of sounds like we were fucking and fooling around all the time and we were, sort of, but we also got some work done and we made it to States that year, even if we only placed 4th. That's not bad for a tiny high school against every team in Virginia. Some serious stuff happened, yes, but we had a lot of fun, too. I picked what I think are the good parts. How many school assemblies do you want to read about, anyway? [Author's note: Please check the codes before you read.]
What's the girl equivalent of horndog, I wonder? Horncat? Hornpussy? Sometimes I think that’s exactly what we were. It was senior year, and there were big changes for all of us. [Author's note: Once again, please check the codes carefully before you read.]
