Amy the Exhibitionist

Part 23 – My third term at University

Blackmail - Professor Lesley Jones

All 8 NEWPS members got back to university well before lectures started. We had to get our cheerleading routine finalised. We also had to have it flexible just in case we had to perform to an audience with kids in it.

On the first official day of the new term I got a phone call from Prof Jones. She welcomed me back, then immediately told me that our cheerleading debut was on the following Friday afternoon. She told me that we had to be at the universities sports field at 14:00.

I immediately phoned the others and gave them the news. When I phoned Ben he told me that it was the annual inter-university Rugby match between St. Damian's and Whittle that afternoon. That must be it.

When I told the other about this at the practice that night, they all jumped with joy. The thought of 26+ strong Rugby types had their thighs all wet. I reminded them that Prof Jones hadn't said that it was the Rugby game.

We had one more practice session before the big day. I have to say that I thought we looked good. We were still practicing in the nude but we had to wear the uniforms, that Prof Jones sent me, for the live performance. I took them to that last practice and handed them out. They were all 'one size fits all', but I told the others that if they had any problems with them, then to come and see me. I had my sewing machine in my room.

Just as a reminder, the uniforms are: -

Skirts - Wrap variety, made of a lightweight silky material with Velcro fasteners. They are only 10 inches long and are purple and yellow trim.

Tops – Made of the same material and the same colour scheme. They are like a sleeveless blouse that ties at the front just below the breasts. They go down to about half way between our breasts and belly button.

Pompoms – In the same colour scheme.

That last practice went badly. We'd decided that we should wear the uniforms, a sort of dress rehearsal. The problem was that the material was slippery and we had problems with holding on to each other. Sarah came very close to breaking some bones one time when we were trying to catch her. Kailene suggested that we arrange the fastenings on our skirts so that they could easily be pulled undone and 'accidentally' pulled off. Leah added that we could loosen the knots on our tops so that they too 'accidentally' came undone. We all liked those ideas and did another practice of the routine working out the best time for the 'accidents'.

We all met up in the university bar at 12:00 on the Friday in our normal clothes, carrying a bag with our uniforms in and Katie carrying the music machine. We were all nervous as hell and we all had a couple of strong drinks before setting off to the sports field.

We saw Prof Jones and went over to her. She confirmed that it was the Rugby game that we were there for. It was our job to support the St. Damian's team and make sure that they won. She told us that the only rule was that we couldn't touch any of the Whittle team members. She also told us that we had to entertain the crowd (about 50 adults – thankfully) before the start (in 15 minutes), whenever St. Damian's were doing well; and during the interval.

Katie and Sarah had anticipated something like this and our routine was already in 2 parts. One with us in a straight line; and the other with us in a group.

The only problem left was, where to get changed. Katie asked Prof Jones and she told us that we could change near her car, and leave our clothes in it.

"No privacy then!" Zoe said.

"With what you all are about to do I'm surprised that you even mention that word," the Prof replied.

Within 3 minutes we'd all removed our tops, skirts and shoes and put on the cheer skirts and tops. We fastened these as we walked across to the field.

In those 3 minutes we saw the Dean of St. Damian's drive in. He looked at us and saw us in various states of undress.

We stood at the end of the stand waiting for the teams to come onto the pitch. As soon as they started appearing we marched along the side of the pitch and spread out from the centre line facing the crowd. Sarah was near the middle and was carrying the music machine.

The pitch side line is only 2 yards from the start of the stand so we were quite close to the front of the crowd.

As I stood there waiting for Sarah to switch the music on I became aware of 2 things. Firstly, the Dean of St Damian's was sat between Prof Jones and Prof Gibbons. They WERE working together. Secondly, one of the teams was wearing the same colours as our uniforms. They must be the St. Damian's team. Why hadn't any of us realised that before?

The music started and so did the NEWPS cheerleading team. We stared with the pompoms on the floor beside us and did a back flip, then a star jump, then a cartwheel back to where we started. Over the music I heard some gasps and saw a few hands go over a few mouths. Also, some of the men had grins on their faces. The crowd now knew that we had no knickers on.

It's pointless writing details of our every move but they included cartwheels, handstands, somersaults, splits, crab position, bending at the waist with straight legs (backs to the crowd), splits standing on one foot and holding the other leg with our arms up in the air and star jumps; all mixed in with waving those damn pompoms.

Needless to say, all 8 pussies were on display quite a lot; but never for more than the 3 seconds that we had decided was best for teasing the crowd.

The routine ended with much applause from the crowd. I glanced behind us and saw both teams and the referee staring at us; most with grins on their faces.

I looked to my left and saw that Zoe's top had come un-fastened and her boobs were on display.

The referee got himself organised first and blew his whistle. We all turned and watched as the teams took their positions.

A couple of times our team looked like they were getting the better of Whittle, so we started our routine again. Each time we got as much applause as the players did.

At half-time the teams went off and we took our positions to start our other routine. As pre-arranged, as we did this we loosened the knots fastening our tops and re-positioned the velcro fastening of our skirts.

The routine included many of the moves that we'd seen in videos that Sarah and Katie had downloaded from YouTube. The difference being that the crowd would not be getting glimpses of shorts or knickers.

About a third of the way through we got together in twos and held each other round our waists. As we pressed our breasts together we sneakily pulled the other's tops knot open. Then we bent over backwards so our tops slid to our sides and our little puppies saw the daylight – much to the delight of the crowd. Ignoring the applause and cheers we pressed our breasts together again. This time we pulled the fastening on the other's skirt.

As we parted, our skirts slid to the ground.

Totally ignoring our exposure we carried on with our routine.

We split in to 2 groups, quite close to each other. In each group 3 of us lifted the fourth up in the air to stand on our up-stretched hands. Sarah and Leah were up and they lifted their foot that was nearest to the other one and touched feet. As I looked up I got an eyeful of Leah's beautiful, open pussy. The girl was as aroused as I was.

We held that pose for a lot longer than the 3 seconds then lowered and thrust up our hands. Leah and Sarah went flying up. Leah's top came off one arm as she was caught by the 3 below. As she stood up her top fell off her other arm. She continued as if it were still in its original place.

The routine continued and included the part where 4 of us are in the crab position with the other 4 standing sideways between our legs. We rubbed our pussies up and down the side of the standing legs. I heard some gasps as we did that one.

Our routine finished to standing applause from the crowd. We recovered our skirts, and Leah's top, and put them back on as someone announced over the tannoy system, that the cheerleaders would be carried off the field at the end of the game by the winners. Brooklyn squealed a bit and looked very happy.

We were quite busy during the second half as St. Damian's got the better of Whittle.

St. Damian's won and after going to receive their trophy they came over to us to receive their second trophy.

I remembered that the tannoy had said that we would be carried off the field and wondered what that meant. We soon found out.

Eight of the St. Damian players came and knelt in front of the 8 of us. They held their hands up for us to hold and told us to climb on their shoulders. The thing was that we were facing them. I looked down at the hunk in front of me. He told me to lift my right leg up, put it on his left shoulder and let it take my weight; then lift my left leg onto his right shoulder. I got a little rush as I realised that my pussy would be right in his face.

He stood up and I let go with one hand to pull my skirt up out of his face. His tongue came out and found my pussy. FIH, I was getting eaten out in front of a crowd of Rugby supporters; including the Dean of our university. I looked round and the other 7 girls were getting the same.

Other players guided us off the pitch and into the men's changing room. By that time I had cum twice, and by the sounds from the others, most of them had cum as well.

The players helped us down, pulled our clothes off, and took us into the showers. Somewhere between 15 and 20 naked hunks joined us and what took place next could only be described as an orgy. We had all our holes filled, often more than one at once. At one point I saw Sarah with her feet on the ceiling. One of the guys was giving her a standing-up 69. Even Zoe was joining in. I guess that she not a total lesbian.

It was amazing and I have no idea how long it went on for. I do know that I was knackered.

The players gradually left, leaving us sat on the floor in the shower looking for some energy.

After quite a while we realised that we were the only ones left in the changing room. We all had a warm shower and went looking for our skirts any tops. We managed to find them all, but only 1 towel (that we shared).

We went outside and discovered that everyone had left; including Prof Jones with our clothes. We had no choice; we had to walk barefoot back to our dorms wearing only those skimpy uniforms. Not that our attire bothered us; even if it was muddy.

On that walk, none of us said much. Just before we got to the first dorm Kailene asked when our second performance was.

Ella slept with me that night; she was too knackered to walk back to Whittle. She wasn't too tired next morning and we enjoyed each other before she left (she borrowed some clothes).

Later that morning, while I was on my way to work, I got a phone call from Prof Jones congratulating us and telling me that she would be in touch in a few weeks. She told me she appreciated that we would have to be working very hard that term and that she would make it easy on us. She told me that we must keep up our training and that she had booked the Gym every Tuesday evening at the same time.

She also told me that we would find our clothes in the Reception of the main Admin building.

Blackmail - Professor Thomas Gibbons

Prof Gibbons wasn't being nice to us. After our next lecture he asked Sarah and I to stay back. He told us that the Dean was impressed with our performance and that he'd asked that we staff the annual university lecturer's dinner. Prof Gibbons told us that he would let us have the details later. He also told us that he expected us to continue with our little displays at every lecture.

Three weeks later we had to stay back again, and Prof Jones told us that he expected 6 of us to be at a local historic building at 8 p.m. that Saturday. He told us to bring our cheerleading skirts and high heeled shoes with us.

When I told the others, all of them wanted to go. We decided to use a pack of cards to decide who lost out. Sarah and Katie were the unlucky ones.

In a way, I was disappointed with the do. All we had to do was change into just our cheerleading skirts and heels and serve the lecturers with dinner and drinks. Not one of them put a hand on our flesh. The upside was that we got to flash some skin to people who hadn't seen it before, and we got better known by all our professors.

Whilst I was topping up the Dean's glass one time, I heard him tell Prof Jones that he was pleased with the girls that she and Prof Gibbons had found this year. He said that he had no idea how they managed to find us, and probably didn't want to know.

I smiled and walked away.

As I said, I was a bit disappointed as that was all we had to do.

Psychology Thesis

I'd been back about 2 weeks when I got a phone call from Logan. He wanted to know what I'd been up to during the Easter break. We arranged a time when we could meet at the Psychology department's meeting rooms. He asked if I minded if he brought another student with him, one that was writing a thesis on Voyeurism. I laughed and said, "The more the merrier." I told him to book the room for 2 hours.

As I walked to the Psychology department I suddenly thought that if the other student is studying voyeurism them I should really give him something to look at. I rushed back to my room and replaced my top with a see-through one, and my skirt with a tight one that rides up if I sit down. Impossible to do without showing the skin on my pubic bone.

When I got there I was pleased to see that the voyeurism student was quite good looking. I made a point of sitting at the end of the table, opposite him, where he could see all of me.

Logan got me to tell him every detail of everything that I had done since I last saw him. It took forever. After about an hour, and before I'd got to the best parts of my Greek holiday (see parts 21 and 22), he asked me if I wanted a coffee; then went to get each of use one.

So far the voyeurism student (Dan) had just been listening and looking at me. I had been too engrossed in telling Logan what I'd been doing to really think much about putting on a show for Dan.

"So, you like watching girls do you Dan?" I asked, opening my legs a bit and slouching down in my chair. My pubic bone had been on display since I sat down, but as I slouched down and opened my legs, my skirt stayed when it was and some of my pussy slid down and into his view.

"Err, yes I do, I find girl watching to be a fascinating subject. You girls are amazingly complicated people and I'm trying to understand how your brains work." Dan said. I laughed and told him he would never manage that.

"What parts of us girls do you like watching the best Dan? Is it our breasts?" I said as I pulled my thin, see-through top tights against my now rock hard nipples; "Or is it our bald pussies?" I asked as I opened my legs more, showing him my wet pussy and clit that had decided that she wanted to see what was going on.

Poor Dan went a little red, but his eyes were clearly riveted to by body. I could see his package getting bigger; and probably uncomfortable for him.

I put my hand on my sparkling pussy and started rubbing the end of my now visible clit. I asked, "Do you like watching girls play with their pussies Dan?"

"Yes I do, most men do, but I assure you that I'm here today to do nothing other than get material for my thesis," Dan said.

"Yeah right, of course you are Dan." I mocked, just as Logan came back in with a cup holder and 3 coffees.

Logan handed out the coffees as he asked if he'd missed anything. I just said that we'd been helping each other with our 'needs,' emphasising the word 'needs.'

Logan looked a bit puzzled then asked me to continue.

As I said earlier, I was sat at the end of the table where Dan could see all of me, but Logan was sat further along the table and could only see the top half of me. As I continued recalling my wonderful babysitting holiday, my hand kept going down onto my lap and rubbing my pussy a bit.

By the time I got to the part where Dimitri led me around town, naked, hands cuffed and wearing a dog collar and lead; I was getting close to cumming. I had to decide if I wanted to keep talking (and rubbing), or get up, pull my skirt down and cool off. I kept talking; and within seconds I stopped talking, started shaking, and had a wonderful orgasm.

As I started to come down from my high, I looked at Logan and Dan. Both were just sat there staring at me. A few seconds later I said, "Now, where was I? Oh yes, being led through Faliraki," and continued with my recollection.

I got to the end of my time in Greece and moved on to coming back to uni and the cheerleading.

I'd told Logan about being blackmailed before, but not named the professors. He'd soon realised that it was me that was taking advantage of the professors, so he hadn't been worried about it. I'd also told him about the cheerleading and naked practising. He'd once told me that he was going to come and watch us practice, but I'd never seen him there.

Anyway, I apologised to him for not telling him about the Rugby match beforehand.

He said that it was a shame because he would have been able to claim some money for me.

"Only joking, I'm a Rugby fan and I was there. I really enjoyed the show, especially the part where you took each other's skirts off," Logan said.

I laughed and watched Logan get an envelope out of his pocket and pass it to me.

"Here's your fee," he said.

I explained that we'd not worn the uniform while practicing and found the skirts to be slippery. When we found out that the audience was only adults we'd hastily change the routine to get rid of the problem.

Then I thought, if Logan is getting money to pay me, is Dan? So I said to Dan, "Logan is getting some sort of grant that he can give me money out of, are you in a similar position?"

Dan told me that he was, but one meeting was hardly grounds to make a claim. I quickly thought then said, "What about a webcam in a girl's dorm room?"

Dan looked a little stunned, then after a pause he said, "Yes, that does sound good. It would give me the opportunity to observe someone during their normal daily routine. Tell you what, I'll discuss it with my professor; if it's okay with him I'll contact you and we can set it up. Who's the girl that you are thinking of?"

When I told him that it would be me his eyes light up. What man would pass on the opportunity to spy on a young girl who spends most of her life naked; and who has quite an active sex life in her room. We exchanged phone numbers and got back to Logan.

Logan asked me where the other 7 girls in the cheerleading squad came from. I'd told Logan about some of my friends before, but I'd never told him about NEWPS. I thought that this was a good time to let him have some more details.

I told Logan and Dan that I was a member of a Sorority that is known as NEWPS and that all 8 girls are members. Logan said that he assumed that NEWPS was an acronym and asked me what the letters meant. I told him that only the members know that.

It seemed to me that the meeting was coming to an end and I relaxed a bit. I looked down at my lap and realised that the fingers on my right hand were still caressing my pussy. I stopped and then saw that Dan's eyes were glued to my pussy. I smiled at him, but he never saw it.

Logan thanked me for my time and passed me another envelope.

I stood up and pulled my skirt back into place. That brought Dan down to earth and he got up to say goodbye. There was a little wet patch at the top of the bulge in his trousers.

I left with Dan saying that he'd be in touch.

He was, 2 days later. He phoned me and gave me the news that he could pay me a fee for each day that he could observe me 24 x 7. I told him that there was no way that I would stay in my room for 24 hours. He laughed and told me that he expected me to continue as normal and that he would set-up something on his PC that would record only when there was movement in my room.