The next day I get through my classes and regular schedule, texting you when able and ignoring your continued badgering about whether I stopped texting last night because I came and wouldn’t admit it. I did and no; I will not admit it to you and your roommate.
The relationship you have with her, though I can’t get a solid grasp on it, surprises me. I’ve heard rumors that girls are more open sexually with their friends, and porn has made that an expectation, but I always thought it was a myth perpetuated by the pornographic nature of our culture and media.
Thinking about you two together makes me hard as I walk to the athletic center in the middle of campus. Cheer practice is going to start soon, and while I am not going to join as a male cheerleader, I did want to watch you. And I guess your roommate will be there too. I don’t have any intention of facing either of you in person after last night, but I do want to at least see you in the flesh, even if it’s from a distance.
After scanning my ID card, I slip into the smaller basketball court where practice is held. There are a few cheerleaders already here, getting warmed up, and some spectators, who I assume are friends like me.
I sidle along the bleachers about halfway up and sit on the footrest with my legs dangling beneath and my arms folded on the seat in front of me. Resting my chin, I people-watch as more cheerleaders filter in.
The captain claps her hands, bringing everyone into the center of the court where she gives instructions. She’s a tall, dark-skinned girl with long, tight braids and a large bust trying to rip out of her cheer top.
I scan the crowd twice, looking for you before the doors open and you and your roommate stroll in, talking and giggling together. The captain turns to you in silence and the whole cheer team glares at you both for arriving late.
“Glad you could join us.” The captain says with venom. Both of you stop talking and exchange a quick, knowing look.
“Since you took your time getting here, we’ll all start with some extra conditioning.”
The rest of the squad groans and a few openly thank you sarcastically. As they all turn away, you two lock eyes and shrug, then join them with smiles.
I have to admit, watching cheer practice is not as erotic as porn and Hollywood makes it seem. For one, not every girl looks like a cheerleader. And two, everyone is sweaty and exhausted. No one smiles.
Accept you two. Apparently, you two enjoy some inside jokes and make it fun for yourselves despite the hard work. When it comes to you two, you definitely look like cheerleaders, and the way you joke around with each other seems way more recognizable to the depictions on screen.
Despite my history with both of you, the temptation to fantasize is easy to resist. I just enjoy watching you two smile and have fun. I can tell you genuinely enjoy each other and can make the most of any situation, it seems.
As practice goes on and you start practicing formations, you both spot me. We each lock eyes and then you two turn into one another and giggle. I feel my face grow warm while the captain reprimands you. As she walks away, you stick your tongue out at her, but your roommate slaps your arm playfully and nods after her. She reaches out with her hands like she’s going to grope the captain’s ass and snaps her teeth like she’d like to take a bite. You both start giggling again and the captain spins on you.
“Apparently, you two still have some energy you need to work out. Why don’t you show us your double’s lift?”
The other cheerleaders giggle as if you’ve finally gotten it, but the two of you smirk and bite your lips. Blood starts rushing into my groin as I watch the two of you strut out in front of everyone and take over-dramatic poses, popping your hips and butts out.
Someone in the crowd whistles while the rest of the squad rolls their eyes. The captain glares at the crowd, but the two of you look first at the guy who whistled and then at me. Your eyes linger on me, as if calling me to watch carefully.
The captain shouts for you to start and you begin your quick cheer routine. You shake your pom-poms and dance around a bit before grabbing your roommate’s waist and helping her jump higher.
As she jumps up, you hold her foot and ankle steady with a hand up the back of her thigh. The captain calls for you to lower her and you look up. Your mouth drops open and I can see you gasp with a smile before helping your roommate down with a hand for her to sit on.
You look at me with your jaw held loosely and your roommate holds her head back and gasps. As she slides down, she bites her lip and stares at me with hooded eyes.
I look around to see if anyone else is looking at me, but I don’t think anyone else has noticed where your eyes have been.
The captain calls for you to repeat, but the two of you are talking quickly in hushed voices, ignoring her. She claps to get your attention and repeats her instructions. Your roommate grins widely as you look at her from the corner of your eye with a smirk.
You repeat your quick routine and lift several times, each time your roommate shutters with pleasure, though she keeps herself under control. No one else seems to notice what I am. My cock is throbbing behind my zipper, stretching my pants to the point of ripping. I’m really glad I sat this way.
After lowering your roommate for what must be the twelfth time, you’re panting and shaking your arm out. Like the past several times, you furtively wipe your hand off on your cheer uniform where a wet streak is forming, and all three of us know it’s not your roommate’s sweat.
“Finally feeling it?” The captain smirks this time and removes her hands from her hips to fold her arms under her enormous breasts. “One more time for good measure.”
Your roommate is red in the face, probably blushing, and you rub your shoulder with a wary look at her. You exchange a look. The captain claps and shouts at you and obediently you start your routine.
You’re both sluggish this time round. You don’t lift your pom-poms as high as before and your roommate is stumbling as if her knees are weak. You step behind her as she gets ready to mount and grab her waist. You whisper something in her ear and toss her up as she springs off the court.
You get your hand up to hold her, but your arms give out. Your hand punches into her crotch and slides between her butt cheeks as she falls onto you. You stumble back and fall yourself, trying your best to catch your roommate and avoid either of you sustaining an injury. You land on your ass, legs spread to reveal your white g-string, and roll onto your back as gently as you can. Your roommate’s feet hit the floor first, but she can’t catch herself. She slows her collapse, but sits straight on your face.
“AH!” she screams and for a moment, everyone in the gym is frozen. Only your roommate trembles and pants in the silent gym. Everyone else holds their breath in shock until her eyes come back into focus.
With a squeal, she jumps up, slips, and rushes into the locker room. All eyes turn to you as you sit up, face and hair soaked, with a dazed expression. You notice everyone staring at you and wipe your mouth off on your arm and raise a hand to everyone.
“I’m okay.”
The gym deflates as everyone exhales in relief. You stand up, crimson, and walk steadily to the locker room.
The captain stumbles over her words for a moment before getting everyone back on track for practice. Everyone in the gym goes back to what they were doing. Except me.
I hug the bleacher seat in front of me and convulse as I cum in my pants, staring at the pool of your roommate’s squirt where she came on you in public. I bury my face in my arms and pant as the waves of pleasure subside. Peeking at my black pants, I can hardly their wet.
After giving myself a few minutes to calm down, practice ends and everyone, including me, leaves as if nothing happened. My skin burns with fever all over as I walk stiffly out of the athletic facility with my head down.
I feel a buzz in my pocket and pull out my phone. It says you’ve sent me not only a chat, but several snaps. I sprint back to my dorm room, realizing I must be missing out.
