ENTRY 10
Uhhhhhg. Where do I start digital diary? Deep breathe. Let's see. I have more confessions. And since this is where I confess, let me start there. Digital diary, it has been nearly three months since my last entry. That's good right, since I only come here when something I am not proud of has happened?
If you remember at the time of my last entry I was in the beginning stages of putting myself in a position to be considered for the head cheerleader position when my friend and current head Tiffany graduates. It was very ambitious but Daniel told me to chase my dreams and Tiffany kept telling me where there is a will there is a way and that she would mentor me.
I found out after I was committed that Tiffany had a second reason for choosing me over any of the other qualified girls. It is because she was also sexually attracted to me. We have continued to mess around ever since; whether she is stealing kisses here and there or we have all out fuck, we are doing something multiple times a week.
I'm not too bent out of shape about that. I have told you that I think being intimate with another chick is a much lower level of cheating. And I truly justify it by accepting her help in chasing my dream. And she has been amazing, making sure I am involved with all the decision makers, attending parties with the seniors, and being invited to the advanced events. We'll get back to that in a moment.
But I have tried to draw the line at messing around with other guys. The reason for that particular diary entry was because Tiffany asked me to fulfill a fantasy that her and her boyfriend had by watching them have sex. I have to admit that it was incredibly erotic and I ended up getting involved. I had deep regret for days afterwards thinking about what I had done. I mean every person I know would shun me if they knew I sucked and fucked a huge black football player until he busted his nut all over my face and body. I feel I avoided a sticky situation when shortly after Tiffany broke up with him after she found out that he got another cheerleader pregnant. I don't have to worry about that coming back to me.
The fallout from the incident I described in my last entry has been mostly positive. Tiffany was so impressed by my show of dedication that she has gone overboard in promoting me to all the coaches. Little did I know that giving a blowjob to the strength coach aka the younger brother of the cheerleading coach would open so many doors. But that is exactly what it did.
Since that event several weeks ago, I have been a pet project of the coaching staff sending me through a ton of training sessions and planning meetings. I was even invited to participate in a few media events, which are a ton of fun. I have continued to attend a number of the senior parties so much so that they all know who I am now. Tiffany has tried to get me to hook up with some of the guys, but I have always been able to avoid it. Usually I just talk her into the two of us hooking up.
So that brings me back to why I am writing. Something happened that I am not very proud of. I naively put myself in a position to fail. I let my guard down and I paid for it. Tiffany argues, "No harm no foul." But I feel pretty crummy about it.
I justified what happened with Reggie and Tiffany because it resulted in the first door being opened for my cheerleading future.
I justified what has continued to happen with Tiffany since as she has continued to be my loudest advocate.
I justified what I did with coach Jacobs because it opened the door for me to the cheerleading coach, the one who is going to make the decision in a few months.
I don't see how I can justify what I did last weekend, as I don't see any benefit yet. Here is what happened.
The assistant cheerleading coach called me over after practice one day and he says, "Candace, you have been doing fantastic with training and your progression has been amazing. You have done a few events with our team before and I wanted to know if you want to do one more."
My ears perked up, "Of course. When? What do I have to do?"
"I appreciate your enthusiasm. Tiffany said you would be game. Because of budget reasons we can't get hotel rooms so we are doing a long day trip."
"Where?" I asked.
"We will be taking 6 football players, 2 coaches, and 2 cheerleaders to Atlanta. You and Tiffany are those two cheerleaders."
"But Atlanta is like 5 or 6 hours away? What is in Atlanta?"
"It is a skills competition. And we are taking 2 of our players, 2 from State and to from Grant. I will be going and another coach from state will be going."
"What do they need cheerleaders for?"
"They want them there for the media pictures before the event, for the advertising stuff, and to cheer all 6 of our local guys since they will be competing against players from across the country."
"I see. So we leave early in the morning, drive all the way there, do the event including all the media stuff, then drive all the way back?"
"You got it. Are you in?"
"I'm in. I'll do it."
"Tiffany said you were a champ. We leave Saturday morning. I will let you know when and where."
I spoke to Tiffany about the event and she told me all the things we would need to do. None of them sounded bad. "Look good, smile a lot, and cheer the guys on."
I had to ask, "No hanky panky?"
She laughed and said, "No. Last year we had hotel room so there was some action going down. But we are not getting rooms this year. I guess budget is tight. So I can't imagine anything is going to happen. Why are you so worried?"
"I told you. I don't like cheating on my boyfriend."
"I know you keep saying that. But listen haven't your couple of indiscretions yielded big time results?"
I had to agree with her on that. I spoke to Daniel about the event and he told me that doing a favor for the assistant coach had to be good right? I had to agree with him on that.
Saturday morning 5 am I am standing with Tiffany and the two coaches. We are waiting on the bus and the football players who are both about late. By 5:45 we are on the bus and it is pulling out of the parking lot. The driver dimmed the lights and most of us slept all the way to Atlanta.
We got there by noon and had some lunch. We were expected at the event by 2 pm. The itinerary said media from 2-4 pm, players get to warm up 4-5 pm, the competition from 5-7, 7-8 for post event media and pictures, then dinner, then to the bus. We were not expected to hit the road until close to 10. That would put us home around 3 or 4 am. What a day.
I got to know the guys at lunch. They were all heavy on the testosterone as expected. There was a lot of trash talk. I heard a lot in high school, but this was on another level.
Jameis is our QB. Six-four black guy with big hands. Vance is our star WR, six-four skinny black guy with a great personality. I knew both of them from the parties I have attended the past few months.
There were two guys from State. One was Bill, their senior QB; a six-two buffed white dude. There is a decent chance he had the most testosterone given how obnoxious he was and how he was trying to grow out a wiry beard. The other guy was a black guy named Alvin, their RB. He was the shortest at less than six foot, but he was very muscled.
The other two guys were from Grant. Kevin was a tall, big white guy that everyone says is the best tight end in the country, whatever that means. The last guy is a black guy named Damien, who is a LB from their team. He was probably the biggest looking out of the group.
