PROLOGUE
Hi! I'm Angela, I'm eighteen years old and I've been studying at North West State University for the last five months. I'm living in a student dorm after leaving home last September and I've met a bevy of great female friends. There's Becky, Caroline, Daphne and Emma, and the five of us make up the college cheerleading squad.
At home, it never really occurred to me that I was beautiful, although I guess I'm conventionally good-looking, maybe even great-looking, in fact: I have long, brown, wavy hair, medium-sized 34C breasts, an athletic body, and long, smooth legs, plus a tight butt that sticks out when I wear the short cheerleading skirt I need to wear.
Now, though, I have discovered the joys of being desired, popular, the center of attention and the male gaze, where guys all across campus look at me and dream to be with me -- to date me, kiss me, love me, and eff me; and all this has transformed my opinion of myself.
Now I have the confidence to flirt, banter and attract all kinds of men, plus I have really begun to explore my body as a sexual being. I have used my time in the dorm to explore my body, my breasts, my pussy; and have had many hot self-sessions in the dorm showers.
It helps to be surrounded by four other gorgeous women cheerleaders, too. Becky is tall, blond, with fabulous 34D breasts, complete with wide areolae and pointed, luscious nipples, an athletic body slightly curvier than mine, and equally long legs; Caroline is dark-haired, with a curvy body, somewhat shorter, but with big, round breasts and long nipples, plus thicker legs; Daphne is a lighter, ash blonde with a more willowy frame, smaller breasts, maybe 32B, but perfectly formed and firm, with a long torso, slim hips and the longest legs among us; while Emma is a redhead, with dead straight hair, pale, white skin, bright pink nipples, fleshy, yummy breasts, wide hips and muscled legs.
I know all this about their bodies because we have come to exploring each other's bodies in the dorm room, and now I know their bodies almost as well as I do my own.
Nine weeks ago, all five of us attended a small party in the football clubhouse over by the college stadium, where we met the team of jocks representing NWSU's football team. Things went well until one of the shyer guys drank too much beer and bumped his head when he passed out on the floor. He went to hospital to be treated for concussion.
That was bad for him, but it was great for me, since I had a major crush on Coach Jake Saxon, who was a senior just last year and had come back this year to informally coach the team. I'm only eighteen, so he dismissed me as just some ditzy freshman, but after I marshaled the players and cheerleaders and helped one of his players at the hospital, he'd been impressed by the maturity I had displayed. One thing had led to another, and we had ended up in bed together back at his place and had had THE. BEST. SEX. EVER.
However, just two weeks later, Jake yelled at my friends when they refused to join a competitive cheerleading competition held in the civic center downtown. I decided this was a red flag, and we had an argument and split up. I still went to the competition alone, though. The civic center was under repair, and when I accidentally walked into the men's toilets because some dufus construction worker had taken the signs off the door, I had come face-to-face with Patrick, one of the male cheerleaders in another team. He had flirted, and we agreed to meet up at the gym in the same building at twelve, where we had a fantastic, incredible sex session, helped by his well-endowed status.
We went out for a month, before he suddenly told me that his team had qualified to go on a national tour. I was thrilled for him, but not when he told me he would be away for four weeks. We agreed that it would be unfair on both of us to expect absolute fidelity from each other while apart, after dating for such a short time, and instead agreed to make up for lost time by him getting together with all five of us for some personal time when he got back.
I had felt down about his departure, but a chance meeting with a somewhat hardcore lesbian in the college canteen had transformed me in both attitude and opinion. I raced back to the dorm and, after purchasing a dildo at a sex store, the five of us cheerleaders had the best sex session we'd ever experienced.
Well, the four weeks went by, and Patrick came back. The other four girls were totally excited to experience his huge manhood. I, on the other hand, was curious to know whether he had scored with any other woman while he was away on tour with the guys, and admitted to the girls that if he had, it was over between Patrick and I. This annoyed the girls, who reminded me of my promise and told me straight up that I was acting like an idiot. They were right. When Patrick walked through the door, I found out that he hadn't been with any other women anyway, and the five of us rewarded him with the most incredible group sex of his life.
This awakened within the five of us a hungry desire for more hot action with guys, especially those more well-endowed. Patrick is a male competitive cheerleader, and, a week after our incredible sex session with him, he needed to be away from me to train with his team, which was a bummer. We decided to approach the football team to get our kicks. Unfortunately, Jake is still the coach, so he forbade it, which irritated me. However, an unexpected breakthrough came when we seduced the basketball team, made up of five tall, well-built (and well-hung!) Black men. We invited them back to our dorm for some fun. As it turned out, three of them were great, but the other two weren't really up to scratch. We promised the three that they could come back for another session in the future.
Now two weeks have gone by, exams are over and it's the end of the college year. We've just heard that the basketball team has an away game at another university. Perhaps we could cheerlead that team, too! First, though, we have to run this by Coach Saxon...
CHAPTER ONE
"Where are we going?" puffed Daphne, the four of them following me breathlessly, as I strode out of the dorm building, heading for the football field at North West State University.
"We're going to see Coach Saxon," I replied, determinedly.
"Is this necessary?" asked Caroline. "Couldn't we just sneak off to the away game and cheerlead the basketball team without him knowing?"
"Yeah, he's the FOOTBALL coach, babe," added Emma, annoyed. "What's he got to do with the basketball team? It's none of his business!"
"Indeed, and can I just remind you that I'm the head cheerleader, not you, Ange," stated Becky.
"Well, hurry up to where I am, then," I said, frowning as I marched across the campus.
"For goodness' sake, slow down," said Becky.
"If I didn't know better," remarked Caroline, "I'd think this is more about Saxon being your ex than him being the football coach."
I stopped and whirled around. "Now listen! We need to get permission from Coach before we go gallivanting off to a totally different college to cheerlead the basketball team! This squad belongs to the football team -- we've never done basketball before! I want to see if he thinks it's a good idea to get some live practice in -- we can perform the same routine at the final game of the season, because the two crowds watch different sports and they won't know that they're the same for both sports! That means we won't have to create two totally different routines in short order! It'll save time!"
Emma put one arm on her hip. "Are you sure this has nothing to do with your history with him?"
I looked at her pointedly. "Why should it?"
"The fact is, he turned us down two weeks ago, when he saw through our plan to seduce the football team in the dorm. Now we've spent some serious quality time with the basketball team, you seem to be in an awful hurry to tell him all about it," she explained.
"Yeah -- he figured out our plan fast enough then," said Daphne. "It won't take long to figure out what's going on with us and the ballers."
"And you're hoping he DOES figure it out," said Becky, slyly.
I looked around with my eyes. Well, huh. I guess there is some truth in that. "We still need to get his permission, though."
"Excuses, excuses," said Emma, sassily. "The fact is, you're dying to show him you've got other options besides him."
"Yeah -- I'm surprised that you haven't told him about Patrick yet," added Caroline.
"I agree," said Becky. "Why's he so top secret?"
"A certain nine inches might have something to do with it," said Daphne.
"Yeah, that guy's a rare breed," said Emma.
I got annoyed. "SHUT UP!"
"Face it, babe," said Becky. "You're just itching to tell him that we got pounded by the basketball team. Why don't you bury the hatchet and move on?"
I sighed. "I would happily do that, if he could do it, too."
