Authors note: Thanks to chiefhal for his proofreading assistance.
All characters in this work that are depicted in any sexual situation are 18 years old or older.
Significant amounts of sex was still a new thing to me, but I was getting surprisingly good at giving girls satisfaction. In the last few weeks I'd had sex with a lot of girls, but as many as I had, even on the cheerleading team, Malissa was one that I hadn't. Part of me expected that today would change that. True, Julia and Allie were both supposed to be here to 'help', but that didn't mean that Malissa wasn't going try to get a piece of me too. The way I figured it, being at home instead of at school would change the situation in her mind.
Listen to me. I'd fucked half the girls on the cheerleading squad already, and I was worried about Malissa wanting to have sex too? I mean, she's damn hot! I mean really, really damn hot! But she's also dating the captain of the football team. Last thing I needed was to get him pissed off at me. I heard about what happened to the last guy that made a pass at Malissa. A couple of the offensive linemen 'accidently' flipped his car over on its top, with him in it! I looked around again and didn't see any other cars, besides mine, so I wasn't sure if Jullia or Allie were here yet or not.
I considered going back to the car and texting Allie to see if she was coming, and then realized that I was being silly. I was here to learn how to tumble, whatever that meant. Sex wasn't part of that equation, at least I hoped so. Malissa had made no indication, other than that first day, stroking me off, that she was at all interested in me. She'd stood by during my initiation, naked as the rest of the girls, but not at all taking part in any of it. No, I was being silly. I reached out and pressed the doorbell. I heard footsteps inside the house coming to the door, a gentle clop-clop of high heels. The door opened and I stood there, my mouth practically hanging open, as I stared.
"Yes?" The incredibly gorgeous woman in the doorway asked. She looked like an older, and even more sexy, version of Malissa. She had flaring, curvy hips and a generous sized set of boobs, both accentuated by a nearly form fitting, yellow spandex dress that had a zipper running from the short, less than mid-thigh, hem, all the way to her boobs, where the zipper was pulled down a couple inches, letting a significant amount of her big tits show. She stood staring at me, staring at her, and then smiled slowly. "Let me guess. You're Billy?"
"Uh. Um. Yes ma'am." I mumbled. Then getting my brain back in gear. "Um. I'm sorry Mrs. Strong. Yes, Malissa asked me to come over to work on tumbling."
She opened the door wider. "Please, call me Callie. Come on in. Malissa is down in the basement. I'll show you the way." She said, as she stepped back to let me in. I could smell the scent of floral perfume, as I stepped past her, my arm almost brushing her chest as she slightly leaned toward me, as I walked past her. "I've heard about you joining the cheer team." She said, as she closed the door. "My daughter has been quite complimentary on how you've become a part of the team. From being a mat boy in punishment, to being part of the team, that's quite an undertaking."
"Well, coach is the one that really pushed this."
"Maybe at first." She said, as I followed her across the living room. "But you impressed Malissa, and that's hard to do."
"I did? I didn't think she really liked me all that much."
"Oh, quite the contrary. She has spent quite a bit of time chatting about you. Not something she does, for someone she doesn't like." She said, as she led me to a doorway. She opened it and I saw a set of carpeted stairs going down. "Malissa is down in the workout room. I'm off to the store, so have fun doing, whatever it is she's going to teach you!"
"Yes ma'am."
"Callie or miss C will do." She said with a smile, holding the door for me to go down. I walked through and headed down the stairs, the door closing behind me. The room at the bottom of the stairs was huge. Basically, an open room the size of the house, which was pretty large, in my book, with a few sofas, a TV on one wall and a bunch of exercise equipment. Sitting in front of one of the sofas I saw Malissa, sitting cross legged, papers and a book open on the floor in front of her.
"Hey there." I said, as I walked in. "Your mom let me in."
"Billy! Cool! I wasn't sure you were going to come."
"Sorry I'm late. I was taking care of something with my sister." I answered, as I walked over to where she was getting up. She had on a very tiny pair of shorts and a crop top, not unlike what she wore to cheerleading practice, but maybe a bit tighter and shorter.
"No worries. What say we get started? Julia should be here in a little while. I haven't heard from Allie yet."
"Sure, what are we doing?"
"We're going to start with hand stands. Can you do a hand stand?"
"I don't know. Never really tried."
"Then let's do a wall stand first. Come over here. Now, put your hands on the floor like this." She said, bending over to demonstrate. From where I was standing, the shorts tightened and pulled up into her crotch. The tiny little shorts pulled in between her pussy lips, letting part of her pussy show around the narrow crotch material. "Then I want you to kick up and push your feet toward the ceiling. When you do, you lean your body and feet against the wall for balance. Like this!" She pushed off the floor and swung her feet up against the wall. She held herself upside down on her hands, her feet and butt pressed against the wall. Aided by gravity, the tiny little shirt slid down her chest, uncovering her breasts and flopping down in front of her face. She pushed off the wall and landed on her feet again. "Stupid shirt," she said reaching up and pulling it up and off. "Now, let's try that again." She put her hands down and kicked off again, this time, holding herself on her hands, as she rested her butt and feet on the wall. "So, this is a wall stand. Once you can do this, we'll do a free hand stand. Like this." She pushed her feet off the wall and then walked on her hands several feet from the wall, and held herself there, upside down, her toes pointed toward the ceiling and her body straight and rigid. Her big, soft tits hung from her, toward her face and wiggled slightly as she moved her upper body to hold her balance. After ten or so seconds, she bent over and easily stood back on her feet, gracefully. "So, you ready?"
"I guess."
"Take that shirt off. No point in having it distract you."
"Sure." I agreed, pulling my t-shirt off and tossing it aside where she had thrown hers. I did my best to imitate what she had done, trying three times to kick off and get my feet held straight up like she had. The fourth time she stepped over to me and grabbed my ankles, lifting and pushing them up until my butt and feet were both on the wall. I looked up at her, from my head down position, looking right up at her crotch, part of her inner lips still sticking out around the material of the shorts. I couldn't help it. I just couldn't. I was trying to concentrate on balancing, but looking at her crotch made my dick start to grow in my shorts, and before long, she was looking down at my tenting shorts.
"Okay. Come down now." She said, letting go of my legs. I pushed off the wall like she had, but instead of landing gracefully, I fell over backwards as soon as my feet touched, ending up sitting on the carpeted floor. "Well, that wasn't very graceful."
"I'm not all that coordinated." I apologized.
"Well, that's okay. We'll work on it, okay? Now, we're heading toward a turnover. It's the first step in a back flip. You step into doing what you just did, to do a handstand, but you keep going and bend right over until your feet hit the floor, and then you use your momentum and push off with your arms to stand up again. Like this." She said, as she took one step, bent over, planted both hands on the floor and then kicked off. I stared, as she gracefully bent backwards, reaching for the floor with her feet, letting her momentum carry her body as she pushed herself off with her arms and bent her legs, causing her to spring up to stand again, all done smoothly and effortlessly.
"No way I can do that."
"Of course not. Not at first. We'll do it in stages. I'm going to hold my arm out and when you feel your body hit it, you bend your back, and I'll help you roll it over. And if you don't make it, I'll help you not fall flat on your back, okay?"
"I guess." I answered, a little nervously.
