Cheer:
Damn! It's cold outside I can see my breath as I walk towards the school...nothing else to do in this dead town but go to the basketball game. I wonder who'll be there.
As I walk in I can smell the popcorn form the concession stand over salted and warm with oil. I can hear the high pitch whistle from another bad call from the ref and the cheers of the girls as they begin their routine during timeout. Jumping... yelling...doing all kinds of nice moves out there to wake up a sleeping crowd. I wonder if they know how sexy they look in their purple and gold uniforms. Their skirts are just high enough to show a little ass when they jump...and more if the right eyes are looking...and I am looking.
As I climb to my seat on the top row and give the regular hellos to the boys...I look again at her dark hair, long and flowing as she finishes and runs off the court. I catch her eye and she smiles my way; the 18 year old, senior cheer captain. I wonder if she can tell what I'm thinking. I wonder if she can see the glint in my eye or the semi bulge in my jeans. I imagine her doing all those poses while not wearing any panties under that skirt. My mind wanders into a sexual dreamscape of her standing there in the middle of the court posing for me, cheering for me...watching her ass and pussy as they glimpse out from under the cloth.
"Bucko, yo! Bucko!...you coming?" John asks as he breaks me out of my spell. "The games over."
"I'm going to sit here a sec... I'll see you tomorrow." I stutter.
"O-k see ya." as he bounds down the steps.