Hi! I'm Angela, I'm eighteen years old and I've been studying at North West State University for the last four 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.
Two 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.
Now he had gone out of his way to get me on the college competitive cheerleading team, rather than just the normal sports cheerleading we usually did.
Unfortunately, my four friends were less inclined to do competitive cheerleading, and just wanted to cheer on the team, and this had led to Jake chewing them out the other day. I had stuck up for them in front of him, which had led to us having an argument for the first time.
Now he's just called me, and is about to come over to the dorm to apologize. I bet he wants sex before he leaves. Guess what? He won't get it.
There was a knock on the dorm door.
"Angela? It's me, Jake."
I was alone in the dorm, since the girls had gone out without telling me, figuring that Jake and I were about to have another hot session. We weren't, but he didn't know that; and neither did they. I sighed, got up and opened the door.
There he was -- six feet tall at least, big, beefy, a huge chest, covered by a college jersey, plus cargo pants and white, slightly scuffed sneakers. His black hair was tousled, and heaped up in a slightly untidy but endearing mop on his head, and his arms were thick and muscled. "Hi, babe, I came as soon as I could."
"OK," I said, folding my arms and looking at him.
He looked nervous. "Look, the other day -- I didn't mean to yell at your friends, it's just that -"
"Yes, you did, Jake, and I'm bummed about it! What do you expect them to think -- or me?"
He ran his hand through his hair. "I got out of hand -- I'm sorry. It's just that I was so excited that you managed to get onto the competitive team and -"
"Look, face it, Jake -- all you care about is sport. I get that you're the coach, but -"
"That's not it, babe -- I've got my future business plans for when I finish up this coaching gig with the university."
"I know, but the fact is, you're bummed that Becky isn't joining me and just wants to stay in the team cheerleaders, whereas I'm moving up to competitive. You know that she's a better cheerleader than me and now you're torn -- because I'm your girlfriend but she's the better cheerleader, so you hoped you could send both of us to solve that little dilemma."
Jake looked found out. "Er, well -"
"And then, Caroline, Daphne and Emma want to stay with Becky, since if they go with me, there won't be a cheerleading squad to cheer on the team."
"Ah -"
"So you're splitting us up and driving a wedge between us."
"Now, look -- I just wanted the best for you."
I raised one eyebrow. "Are you sure?"
He looked shocked. "Of course? Why wouldn't I?"
"You're sure there isn't a green-eyed monster somewhere lurking?"
Jake was confused. "Huh?"
Hmm, maybe I had jumped to conclusions a little here. I decided to say what I was thinking. "Well, it occurred to me that you've been really eager for me to get on this competitive team ever since we first had sex. Yet you also know that the girls and I get up to some pretty sexy games all by ourselves when you're not around. I figured maybe this was your little plan to isolate me off from the other girls, so that you could have me all to yourself."
"WHAT!"
"Why else would you want me to be on the new team, when Becky's the better cheerleader?"
"HUH?"
"Wouldn't it make more sense to make HER the competitive nominee?"
"NO WAY! Why would I help out Becky when she's not my girlfriend?"
"OK, well, then - if that's the case, why did you shout at her the other day for not wanting to go, if you don't want her to go because she's not your girlfriend?"
Jake looked taken aback. "Er, well, er -"
"And another thing. I don't like shouty guys in general. If this is what you're gonna be like after we've only being going out for two weeks, what are you gonna be like if things got serious?"