If you are looking for a quick jerk and a lot of sex this is probably not for you. There is no actual intercourse in this first section, although there is sexual activity. This is an exploration of an extremely shy young man who is taken advantage of by senior cheerleaders, and the resultant fallout. I am listing this as First Time, although there are strong elements of Non-Consent/Reluctance and Exhibitionism in the beginning of the story. Because it has more than one part I wanted to keep it consistent in my categorizing. All participants are 18 years of age.
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My twin sister is a cheerleader. "So what?" you say? It's simple. My mother is one of the "Cheer Mothers," and as such hosted a "Cheerleaders Dinner" at our house tonight. Should be every red-blooded guy's dream, right? What could be wrong with twenty young, nubile, cute, talkative girls in the house? What could be wrong with that? Nothing. Nothing at all, unless you are like me and are so shy you cannot speak to someone outside your own family. I don't even talk much with my own family.
The only "F" I ever received in school was in Speech class. I got up in front of class and could not say a word. I had prepared the speech right enough, but when I stood in front of everyone my knees shook so violently I had to hang on to the podium, just to keep from falling to the floor. The blood flowed slowly up my neck and into my face. My sister said my ears glowed, they were so red. I opened my mouth, but nothing would come out. Every time I had a speech to give the same thing happened.
I can communicate in writing. In fact, I aced English, this story notwithstanding. I write political blogs and other persuasive articles regularly, but for some reason I just cannot get a word out when I'm trying to talk with someone else. I will open my mouth and have something I want to say, but it just will not come.
My other teachers all learned not to call on me in class, because the same thing would happen. Lack of class participation didn't help my grades any, but I tried to make up for it in the thoroughness of my preparation and any writing we had to do.
That is what was wrong about having twenty young, nubile, cute, talkative girls in my house.
My mother of course knows my affliction, as does my sister, and they promised to try to keep the girls away from me. My twin sister is one of the young, nubile, cute, talkative girls who never met a stranger, and can charm anyone anytime. If you didn't look at us you would swear we weren't even related, we were such polar opposites.
Dad was out of town, so the plan was that I would spend the evening in our finished basement in Dad's "man-cave", and leave the upper two floors to the females, but as usually seems to happen to me that idea broke down right away. They all had just arrived, and the noise was such that I had to turn the volume up on our projection TV, even though the door was closed and Dad had insulated the basement to try to semi-soundproof it.
Mom had gone way overboard on preparing for this dinner. There seemed to be a competition between the "Cheer Mothers" on the dinners they hosted each month. What she hadn't planned for was one of the girls totally plugging the toilet in the downstairs powder room.
I was minding my own business when all of a sudden the door at the top of the basement stairs flew open and I heard my mother say, "Jason, come quickly! I need you right now!"
Now, I love my mother. Don't get me wrong, but she is totally inept when it comes to doing anything productive with her hands. Something as simple as unplugging a toilet is beyond her capabilities. Nor could she countenance the idea of just closing off the powder room and having the girls use one of the other five bathrooms in the house, not counting the one down in the "man-cave."
With a sigh of frustration I rose from Dad's LazyBoy with the built in drink cooler and went up the stairs to see what the emergency was. I emerged from the "man-cave" right in the middle of a gaggle of young, nubile, cute, talkative girls only to face Sally Jenson, probably the most annoying, over-bearing, irritating, pains in the gluteus maximus I ever had to deal with.
She could not see me without instantly doing something to embarrass me and make me blush. "Oooh, Ginny," she said to my sister. "You didn't tell me there would be handsome men in attendance at your party! I would have worn my sexy cheerleading outfit had I known!"
Her sexy cheerleading outfit? Sally always wore the skirt of her outfit with the waistband rolled over once to make it an inch shorter than it already was, and the sweater was so tight it looked like it was painted on. She was not wearing a bra, in contravention of the rules, and she wiggled her boobs at me just to be sure I noticed. "You are going to join us, aren't you, Jimmy? I don't have a big handsome man to escort me to dinner!" She laughed at me as I turned red as a beet and hurried wordlessly to find out what my mother's emergency was. It didn't help that I was starting to sport wood from seeing her nipples impression on her sweater.
I was able to unplug the toilet with no problem, but I didn't get the opportunity to escape I wished for. Jessica Peters accosted me as I tried to escape. "You aren't going to leave us, are you, Jimmy?" She wrapped the ends of her below the shoulder length blond hair around her finger and twirled it the way girls do to catch a guy's eye. "I was hoping you would watch our practice and see if you liked our moves. When they throw me up in the air, my skirt always flies up. Does that turn you on when my skirt flies up?"
Ginny looked at me sympathetically as I tried to escape. My face was red, and as much as I wanted to say something, the words just would not come out.
Tricia sidled up to me and said, "You might want to be here for that. Jessica forgot to wear her cheer bottoms. When her skirt flies up it will be her panties you would see." I fled as quickly as I could and stumbled down the stairs to escape. Why did they have to torment me like that? I had gone to school with them since Kindergarten, and now it was my senior year. It didn't help the picture of Jessica's skirt flying up showing her young, nubile, cute, long legs, and her panties was stuck in my mind. First Sally's breasts with nipples poking, and then the thought of Jessica's panties had me sporting wood for fair.
I had not been blind to the other sixteen young, nubile, cute, talkative girls I had had to navigate my way through. Those cheerleading outfits were not designed to hide their bodies! It was a sight to see when they were on the football field or the basketball court, but up close and personal in my house when they were so close I couldn't help brushing against them as I tried to work my way through the living room was sensory overload to a young man who has all the normal urges, but has them bottled due to his inability to even talk with a girl. I tried, I honestly tried, but it was just like Speech class. The blood would rise into my face and ears, and my vocal cords would seize up, and no sound would come forth.
