Any character in this story has takes part in sexual activity is over 18 years old.
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Everyone talks about their senior year of high school like it was the best thing ever. I was one of the lucky ones who "got out" as they say. I grew up, got a job, rented an apartment, all those adult things you think about doing when you want your freedom. Then for some reason I went back.
Five years is a long time to be away. Still everywhere I turned memories brought me back to those days. A red-head walked by and I remembered sitting behind Kendra the cheerleader. She was a typical "good girl" always making the grade, never falling behind. But the thing is, she was always nice to me. Not that people weren't nice, but normally people wanted something from me. She never asked for anything.
She was even nice enough to make her friends be nice to me too. So by the time I was a senior, I had an open invitation to sit with the cheerleaders or any other group I wanted even if I wasn't exactly popular. Granted how could I be? I wasn't buff, I didn't play any sport, and I wasn't winning awards anywhere else either. I was just a scrawny kid that happened to know how to get stuff done.
Memories of all the pretty girls in their short skirts and their low cut tops filled my head for a while. Cassie with her cocoa brown skin, Melissa with her big tits and curves that could occupy anyone for days on end, Tawni the 4 foot 9 flier that was somehow more stacked than anyone else. All of these girls, as beautiful as they were, didn't hold a candle to Carli.
She wasn't just a cheerleader, she was THE cheerleader. Class valedictorian, prom queen, secret bad ass. She didn't pretend to be your friend she just was. Swooping in to make anyone's day better in her pleated skirt and tight fitting tops.
All of these faces flashed through my mind in a moment. I kept walking. My need for food and a good movie pushing me forward. The way out of the store was blocked by a group of students screaming.
"Bulldog football this Friday night. First game of the season! Come on out!" Could be heard over and over again as I walked to my busted old car.
Loading my weekend's worth of steak and munchies for weekend didn't take long. The cart coral was a ways away because I always make a habit of parking as far back as I can for the extra steps. As I pushed my cart in, that's when I saw her, looking not a day older than when we graduated.
"Carli? Is that you?" It just blurted out of my mouth.
"Hey, yeah. I am the teacher in charge of this rally." She looked a little tired. " Sorry, I know I know you but what's your name?"
"Oh hey it's all good." I tried my best to look like I wasn't a creeper. "It's Tanner Nichols. We went to school together. I just moved back like three days ago."
All the sudden I was an anxiety ridden mess. My body was shaking and my mind was in at least a dozen places. But she smiled at me and had the kindness to pretend she remembered me.
"Oh yeah, you hung out with us girls all the time." She paused to look at the rowdy group of students. "I've got to deal with this. My little sister is over there. I'm sorry." She took off running. Whatever she saw must have been important.
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The next night I found myself standing in my old high-school stadium. I hadn't planned on going but I got bored and there isn't much to do in a small town. Whatever sport season it is will shut a town like Springhill down.
Just like when I went here, before a game, cheerleaders ran the concession stands. Bubbly girls with cute smiles made moving product easy for just about anyone. I could see Carli back there making nachos right along side several other women.
At the counter a familiar face popped up. "What can we get for you today?" Her cheery voice took away any reservations I had about ordering.
"I'll have a hot dog made by Carli over there, and..." I let my voice trail off so I could look at this young girl closer. She was Carli's twin just 5 years younger. Barely 18. I know because I remember going to her birthday party the first week of school several years ago. Her tits were something of a work of art. Clearly she was still growing but some how her tiny waist sports big bouncy balls of joy that were at least a c cup but probably way bigger. It didn't matter though because they were barely contained by her uniform. "Umm, two bottles of water."
"That'll be 9 bucks even. Wanna make it 10 for the boosters?" She was bubbly as can be, how could I resist.
"Sure, but umm for the dollar, what's your name?" If she was my age it would have been smooth.
She blushed a bit, "you must not have been around in a while. It's Catherine." She grabbed my waters from a cooler, as she turned a little bit of ice dripped on her chest. "But most people call me Cat."
"Cat, be nice and give the man his waters." Carli sat the nachos of the counter. "Oh hey, Tanner, sorry about yesterday. I was tired. You remember my sister, right?"
"Oh yeah! I was at your birthday a few years back. Umm happy belated if I'm not mistaken." I smiled at her once again trying not to be a creep.
"You are correct. Turned 18 just a few weeks ago. Got my ID to prove it and everything." The sass in her voice was nothing like her sister was back then but I can't say I minded at all.
The game started shortly after. Carli was on the sideline in front of the girls. It made sense, cheer captain coming home to coach and teach, her little sister being somehow prettier than her. What didn't make sense was how Carli was dressed.
Her red skirt was short. Like barely covered her ass short. And despite being a teacher her black leather top was tight and struggling to contain her braless chest. If anything it looked like she was a Dominatrix not a coach. Still she was out there bouncing around with the younger girls.
By half time I was doing my best to hide how turned on I was. My cock was hard enough that I had tuck it into my waist band to keep people from noticing it. Theres isnt a world where anyone would call it huge but it was a struggle to hide when I got horny. I had hardly watched the game. Granted who cares about football when boobs are in your face.
During the third quarter the girls get to go sit out among the crowd. It was a tradition that started long before I was in school and one that I am glad is still around.
Carli came up into the stands and sat with me for a bit. She smiled and we flirted back and forth. This had happened in my dreams a few times in high-school but I never in a million years thought it could happen for real.
About half way through the third quarter a time out was called and she got up. "I better go round up the girls. It's almost time to go again."
I stood up with her and smiled. "It was nice to see you again. Let's make a habit of it?"
She hugged me. "I'd like that," could barely be heard as she pulled away. I swear she swished her ass extra so that I could see her bright red panties under her skirt.
Not a moment later her spot was taken from behind. "Gawd I thought she'd never leave." Cat slid gracefully into the spot her sister had just vacated. "You're Tanner, her friend from high-school. She talked about you all day." Maybe I was imagining it but it felt like she was rubbing her boobs on my arms. "I just had to see what the fuss was about."
