We had just finished the last workout before tryouts, and I wasn't sure whether I had done enough to impress the coach. Maybe a little kissing up was in order? It was August, and I was one of dozens of incoming freshmen trying out for Big State's cheerleading squad. I had been the captain of my high school squad, and cheerleading was the highlight of my high school experience. But I came from a small town, where I was a big cheerleading fish in a small cheerleading pond, and the competition here was much tougher. Last year, I was the hottest girl in school. This summer, I found myself to be just one of many cute, toned, talented freshmen, each just as sexy as the next in a short skirt and skin-tight top. I didn't know what I'd do if I didn't make the college squad.
With that in mind, I made my way through the sea of tanned arms and legs and long hair to where the coach was packing up her gear. She was probably in her mid 30s, but still kept herself in incredible shape. She had been a star cheerleader here at Big State in her day, and worked hard to maintain the standards of the squad now that she was coach - it was always one of the best in the country. She expected a lot of her girls, and her standards were very high. But she was also very approachable, and insisted that we call her by her first name.
"Thanks for all of your help this summer, Julia. I'm looking forward to the tryouts on Saturday! Is there anything you'd recommend for me to do between now and then, so I can be as prepared as possible?"
I could tell by her expression that she knew I was kissing up - she wasn't born yesterday - but also that she didn't really mind, because she appreciated my dedication and enthusiasm.
"You've shown a lot of athleticism in workouts, Jennie," she replied, "but you could use a little more work on the choreography. Why don't you stop by my house later today and borrow a copy of this CD, you're welcome to keep it until Saturday. I'm just three blocks off campus, it's the white house on the corner of 17th and Lincoln."
"Wow, thanks! I'll come by about 4, OK?"
"That should be perfect, I'll just be getting home about then."
I had just enough time to get back to my dorm, take a quick shower to get cleaned up after the sweaty workout, and then lounge in the tub and shave my legs. As I pulled the razor across my skin in long, smooth strokes, I pondered what to wear for my visit to the coach's house - I wanted to look respectful, but also leave her thinking how good I'd look in a Big State cheerleader's uniform. After climbing out of the tub and drying my skin, I settled on my favorite sundress, which was light blue to match my eyes, and a matching headband to hold back my long blonde hair. The dress hugged my torso, showing off my 34C breasts, and came down to a few inches above my knees, a tactful but still flirty length. I never wore panties, and this dress was fine without a bra, so I was nice and cool as I walked through the hot August afternoon the few blocks to her house.
I reached her house just a few minutes before 4 and rang the doorbell. There was no answer for at least a minute, so I rang the bell again. This time, I heard a man's voice answer, "Coming - just a second!" Before much longer, the door was opened and I found myself face to face with a 30-something man in a bathrobe. "Can I help you?"
"I'm Jennie - one of the girls trying out for the squad this year. Julia told me to stop by, she was going to loan me a CD to practice with?"
"Oh, OK, come on in, I'm sure she'll be back any minute. Here, sit down," he said, motioning to a couch in the living room, as he sat down across from me. "So, tell me about yourself - Julia doesn't invite most girls over, so she must be quite impressed with you."
Delighted as I was to hear that, I tried to sound nonchalant as I replied, telling him about my days as a high school chearleader and my hopes of making the college squad. He told me that his name was Mark, he and Julia met their freshman year at Big State, when he was a running back on the football team and she was on the cheerleading squad. They had been together ever since, married for 12 years now. He was a very charming man, so much so that I hardly noticed how much time had passed and that Julia still wasn't home.
He began reminiscing about how he fell in love with Julia as a young cheerleader, and told me, innocently enough, that I reminded him of her at that age. Then he asked, "So, do you want to see what the uniforms looked like back in the day?"
"Really, she still has her uniform?"
"Oh, yeah - doesn't fit her anymore, but she keeps it for old times' sake. I'll go grab it." Moments later, he was back with something that looked slightly familiar (the school colors hadn't changed, after all), but also very different in style. Rather than the form-fitting midriff-bearing lycra top and bottom of today's uniforms, this had a v-neck sweater over a pleated mini skirt. How quaint!
"Do you want to try it on?" he asked, and when he noticed that his question made me slightly uncomfortable, followed it up with, "don't worry - I won't peek! Just thought you might think it was fun."
"Sure, what the heck," I replied, and after he stepped out of the room for a moment, I quickly pulled my dress off over my head and replaced it with the old-school v-neck and pleated mini. I was shocked at how well it fit - Julia really did used to be exactly my size! I was also amazed how sexy a fit it was. This uniform that had looked so old-fashioned on the hanger was actually incredibly flattering to a young, fit body like mine. The cotton of the sweater clung to the curves of my breasts, and the pleated skirt fit snug around my hips, barely reaching below my ass. And since I wasn't wearing a bra or panties, I could feel every inch of the fabric on my skin.
As Mark came back into the room, I could feel myself blush and saw his mouth drop open. "Wow, Jennie, you look amazing!"
