I was sitting in my office and quietly fuming. We'd had the first game of the season and we'd won it. I'd expected the team to win it and they had managed a very nice win, a real confidence booster for a start to the season.
So with a good win under our belt why was I fuming? Because the team had actually put on a pathetic display. They hadn't won the game; the other team had lost it. Our opponents had played so badly that that a team from a girl's primary school would have beaten them. And my boys were celebrating as though they'd won a major tournament.
I was going to have to bring them down to earth, and bring them down hard. Fortunately I'd filmed most of the game and with a bit of editing I'd give them a first class view of all the errors that they'd made. They wouldn't be walking quite that tall after watching their bloopers, especially when they heard I was thinking of putting it on Youtube as a demonstration of how not to play football.
I worked hard on my masterpiece, not even noticing that it was getting dark outside. The team, the cheerleaders, and their adherents, were all partying out on the ground, and I worked, preparing my little hand grenade to toss at them before the next practice.
I finally noticed that it had gotten dark when I switched off the PC and found myself sitting in it. I just sat there for a moment, just letting all the tensions of the day drain away, relaxing and ready to go home.
I was just about to leave when I heard someone enter the gym. Several someone's, it turned out, as I could hear them talking. While my office was dark the gym was only gloomy, there being enough light coming through the windows to let you see what was what.
In this case what was what was two young lads hustling a young lady into the gym, even though she seemed a might reluctant, and was pointedly telling them so. They were just laughing and teasing her, ignoring her objections.
They hustled her across to where a couple of tumbling mats were lying on the floor, and I made a mental note to mention that to someone. All equipment was supposed to be put away properly after use. Once they reached the mats these two fine young specimens pushed the young lady down onto the mats, sinking down onto the mats beside her.
She was getting a lot more determined in her protests, threatening to scream if they didn't cut it out. A waste of time as one of the lads pointed out that that was OK by them as there wasn't anyone around to hear her.
There was enough light shining through a window that I could see what was happening quite well. One gentleman was seated just above her head, holding her arms up above her head, while the other young man was seated next to her at around her waist.
Their intentions were obvious, becoming more so all the time. Her top was pulled loose from her skirt and pushed up high, finishing up rucked up over the top of her breasts. The lad thoughtfully pushed her bra up to join her top.
Both boys passed some comments on her breasts, rather crudely in my opinion, but sincere for all their crudity. The lad who'd pushed her top up also demonstrated some tactile appreciation of those breasts. I guessed that the other lad would do the same once he figured it was safe to release her hands.
After a bit of tactile appreciation, and some rather atrocious language from the young lady, lover boy decided to extend his explorations. Her skirt was pushed up and bunched around her waist while her panties went downwards, finishing up being dropped on the floor next to her.
From the shocked squeal that followed moments later I could guess where the young man's hands had moved to. Reluctant as I was to spoil a young man's fun I thought that I'd better step in at this stage.
There was a light switch just outside my door that turned on a number of the gym lights. I flicked it on to some surprised consternation.
The two boys were on their feet and belting for the door just as fast as they could go, covering their faces as they ran. Why couldn't they move like that on the field? In case you wondered I'd recognised them both before I even bother to turn on the light. I let then go. I'd have a word with them later and neither of them would enjoy that word.
I strolled over to where Darnelle was lying. Her I hadn't recognised until the lights went on. Darnelle was one of the senior cheerleaders. As you might expect from a cheerleader she was fit, lovely, and smart. Dumb blondes don't make it to the cheerleader ranks because generally they're too dumb to learn the routines. A cheerleader needs smarts as well as a decent figure and some serious dedication.
"Good evening, Darnelle," I said politely, admiring her figure which was on full display. She hadn't yet thought to either cover her charms with her hands or to try to straighten out her clothing. She was still lying in the position the boys had been holding her, legs nicely parted and her arms above her head, showing all. With the improved lighting I probably had a much better view than either of the boys had got.
