"They like to show off and flirt a bit, don't they?"
It took me a few seconds to even realize that I had heard the question. "Huh?" I responded weakly.
I was busted. Busted hard. The cheerleader sponsor had walked up behind me and had whispered it to the back of my head.
I turned to see her with a cute smile on her face and a knowing twinkle in her eyes.
"Oh, relax. It's no big deal. They like you, you know. So they show off for you."
I breathed a sigh of relief. I still didn't know what to say. I'm not a coach, but I'm a teacher at the junior college and I like to help out at the football games.
I bring the mascot statue to the games in the bed of my truck. At the games, I help the four guys that take care of the mascot. We unload it, attach it to the wheeled platform and they push it down the track after touchdowns.
Anyway, that explains why I'm down on the track at the football games. It also explains why I'm there two hours before the crowd. Which, in turn, explains why I was there not even realizing that I was staring at the cheerleaders while they did their stretches.
Kacey, the cheer coach, continued her little talk. "Now, as long as you don't think that they really want to do something with you. Sure, they're old enough, but you're still a professor and that would get you into trouble."
"I'd never do that." The words stumbled out of my mouth.
"Oh relax," she responded, reaching out to push playfully against my chest with her hand. "I know that you wouldn't do that. The girls know it too. That's why you're safe to flirt with."
As she was saying this, one of the cheerleaders sitting in the turf spread her legs wide and was leaning over to touch her head against the field. From behind, it caused her skirt to rise up and reveal two tight ass cheeks peeking out of her panties, or bloomers, or "spankies" as the girls call them.
"Shameless!" Kacey whispered to me and headed over to where Lisa was stretched out. She squatted down beside her and whispered something to her. Lisa popped up into a sitting position quickly, surprised by the sudden appearance of her coach. Then, as Kacey stood up, Lisa turned toward me and smiled.
Kacey returned to me with a smile on her face. As she walked up, she said, "Honestly, I don't know how you can stand there without your cock poking through your pants."
"Uhhhh," I stammered, not believing what I was hearing. "Why are you doing this?"
She looked up at me. Kacey was about 6 inches shorter than me. She was about 26 and gorgeous. She had light brown hair that fell to her shoulders. She still had the body of the college cheerleader she had been. She was wearing a pair of light blue cheer shorts, the kind the girls wear during practices, and a t-shirt with the school mascot and HCJC Cheerleaders on the front. It was hard to read the words because they ran right across her breasts and the sweet curve carried the letters around with it.
She smiled. "Because you're a nice guy. You're fun...and you like it." As she said the last words, she slid close to me and as she walked by, her hand slid across the front of my pants and brushed against my semi-hard cock.
I stood there in shock. When my eyes came back into focus I saw Kacey walking a few yards in front of me.
"Okay girls, let's get your bags and poms off of the track!" she called out to her squad. Then she looked back at me, gave me a knowing look, and bent over to pick up a set of poms from the track. She purposely kept her legs locked and her cheer shorts rose up tight against her tight little ass. The words "Coach" were spelled on the seat of the shorts and just a bit of her tanned butt poked out.
She stood up and tossed the poms to the girl they belonged to. As the girls gathered around her for instructions she looked at me again and smiled.
"All right, for the rest of the season, Mr. Davis has volunteered to be our equipment manager. He'll help us haul our stuff around and fix anything that breaks."
As if all connected together as one unit, the entire squad turned to me and smiled.
"Mandy," Kacey said, "in a few minutes take your megaphone to Mr. Davis and see if he can fix the handle. For now, though, I think he needs to be welcomed in our own special way."
A look of panic swept across my face, but it quickly vanished as I had to duck as 22 sets of cheer poms came flying at me, accompanied by the squeals and laughter of the cheerleaders.
The girls all turned and ran to get the rest of their stuff from the track which left Kacey standing there alone for a second. She gave me another little smirk, winked at me, and turned to follow her squad.
After the game, I unloaded the mascot and we pushed it back to "Cougar Corner" in the main entrance of High County Junior College. The guys all headed out to meet their friends in the main parking lot. I walked down the hall until I got to the dance room where the cheerleaders practice and store their gear.
I walked in to hear the last notes of the girls all singing the birthday song to Kyla, a short blonde.
Kyla, still in her cheer uniform, stood in the center of the room, basking in the attention. I walked into the room, expecting to find Kacey and see if there was anything that needed to be done, the girls all began to squeal my name.