Cheerleader Lindsay's Big Easy Gangbang
Welcome readers. This is part five in the Cheerleader Lindsay series.
Lindsay is a junior transfer student at Baylor Tech and a member of the cheerleading squad. Her wild sexual adventures evolve from a bet between rival football teams. Baylor Tech loses to Virginia University, leading to Lindsay meeting up with five aggressive jocks at a warehouse.
The sexual rollercoaster continues the next day when she is pulled over by two undercover detectives working in the rough part of town. Three younger cops join them at an abandoned toy car factory to dominate Lindsay.
Returning to campus, Lindsay gets into a fight with her boyfriend Jake. Joe and Sean witness the fight. They interfere, Jakes leaves, and her rescuers take Lindsay to the Baylor Astronomy Observatory for wild times.
Chapter 4 details Lindsay being summoned to the Dean of Students, Mr. Phillips's office. Police Chief Conrad and football coach Aberdeen join them. The three older men, having learned of the wager with Virginia University, grill Lindsay and threaten her with expulsion. In desperation, Lindsay utters "Eagles over Broadway", a phrase the detectives told her to say if she got into trouble. Police Chief Conrad is duped. Thinking Lindsay might be an undercover agent, they strike a deal. Lindsay will scout the football team's upcoming opponents. She will be unhindered as she looks for drug connections and playbooks. Her first trip is to Louisiana. We pick up the story after her first night in town.
Lindsay looked down at her phone after getting out of her hotel room shower. Stephanie was calling again. 'I guess I'd better answer this one,' Lindsay thought. 'Third time she's called this morning, and she never does that. This better be good.'
"Lindsay?" Stephanie hollered rapidly into the phone. "I've been trying to get a hold of you all morning and last night."
"Okay, girl. What is going on?" Lindsay asked. She could hear a very excited Steph and it was easy to imagine her spark plug of a friend bouncing around the room as she talked.
"So much. So much," Steph answered. "Look, are you still out of town?"
Stretching, Lindsay felt sore from her wild night with Derek, Walter, and Steve. "Yeah, I am," Lindsay replied. "I wanted to head back this morning but I still have business to do." By business, Lindsay was referring to her mission. She had met football players from Louisiana University but she hadn't gotten any pictures of their playbook.
"Well, great," Steph shouted. "Awesome, don't go anywhere. I am coming for a visit."
Stunned, Lindsay nervously asked, "How do you know where I am?" Lindsay missed hanging out with Steph, but her trip to Louisiana was a secret.
Steph happily shared her detective skills, "I bumped into your landlady. You know we were supposed to hang out last night. I never heard from you so I went over to your place."
"I can't believe Cheryl told you where I was going," Lindsay said, full of exasperation. "I don't remember telling her I was going anywhere."
"Oh, sorry. She didn't tell me anything," Steph began explaining.
"What? I don't get it," Lindsay asked as she tried to grasp the logic gaps she was accustomed to getting from Steph.
"Puzzled, eh?" Steph giggled excitedly into the phone. "You know me, I wouldn't pry like that. What happened was, when I got to your place there were a bunch of roses sitting on your porch."
"Go on," Lindsay prompted Steph while wondering who had sent the roses.
"Your landlady let me into your place so I could put the roses into a vase," Steph gasped, brimming with elation. She was talking so fast it was as if she had just been sprinting. "I looked at your calendar. You wrote Big Easy in big letters. Super exciting."
"You are cracking me up," Lindsay observed. "So, why super exciting and who sent me roses?"
"Ah, I was wondering when you would ask," Steph chuckled. "You know how I have a research project due in my anthropology course?"
"You mentioned it more than once," Lindsay responded. "I thought the issue was you couldn't decide who to focus on."
Lindsay was bringing up a good point. Steph often wrestled with indecision. Proud to be bucking that trend, she revealed, "True, but here is the thing. I went to see my professor. I asked him for some help. He is kind of cute, by the way."
"You didn't, did you?" Lindsay asked. She encouraged Steph to go to office hours to ask questions, not to trade sex for grades.
"No," Steph howled with laughter. Choking, she said, "Not yet. He is cute and all. He had a list of people to choose from. I picked Paul Morphy. The famous chess player from New Orleans."
"Chess?" Lindsay asked. "Is he from the right time period?"
Steph loved surprising Lindsay. Many people underestimated Steph, even Lindsay. What made Lindsay special was she wasn't afraid to tell Steph when she was amazed. "Of course Paul Morphy is an example of pre-Civil War multiculturalism. His dad was Spanish and Irish, and his mom was French Creole. Besides, he was on the professor's list."
"You already knew all that?" Lindsay asked, stunned.
"You sound almost as surprised as the professor," Steph answered confidently. "You should have seen him. One minute he is staring at my tits and the next he leaps out of his chair. He almost fell over. The best part is he said there is already a grant in place to fund a trip to New Orleans."
"Cool," Lindsay declared. Knowing Steph had business of her own to take care of was a comfort to Lindsay. "Awesome, I already have a hotel room. Ring me as soon as you get in and I will give you the details."
"Now you're talking," Steph responded. "Roses?"
"I almost forgot. Come on, tell me who sent them," Lindsay urged.
"Six letters, starts with a W. I'll keep you guessing until I see you. I will bring the card with me," Steph uttered playfully.
"Hmmm, see you soon," Lindsay chimed back at Steph. She thought, 'Well, that was pretty obvious of her. Starts with a W. That had to be Wilson.' Lindsay smiled. She had been meaning to get ahold of Wilson now that she had made arrangements with the Dean of Students, Mr. Phillips. Baylor Tech had very strict rules against cheerleaders fraternizing with football players from opposing schools during the football season. As part of her agreement to scout opposing teams, Lindsay made sure this prohibition was waived.
"Hey stud, thanks for the flowers," Lindsay texted Wilson.
Wilson responded right away with a heart, arrow, and prayer emoji.
"You are praying to have your heart pierced?" Lindsay texted back.
"Close to the mark, I thought I scared you away. I was praying I had an impact," Wilson wrote in his response.
"Impact, lol. You did. I thought you called it rooting," Lindsay joked back in her text. "I thought I wouldn't be able to see you until the season was over."
"Stupid rules," Wilson responded. "I guess you are the obedient type."
"I am. You like that I recall. Dazed star-eyed emoji," Lindsay flirted.
"Sweating wide-eyed emoji. I was expecting you to chuck a wobbly or carry on like a pork-chop," Wilson wrote, mindful that his Australian slang might be hard to understand.
After a pause, Wilson sent a selfie of his sweaty upper body. He texted, "Translation. Some rules are meant to be broken. Easy to do as long as you are not obvious about it."
"Oh. Gotcha. I do value my privacy. Baylor is quite anal smile emoji about the rules and I am on scholarship," Lindsay answered. She added, "two smile emojis. Good news. Don't have to wait for the season to be over for smile emoji."
"When? I've been dreaming of smile emoji with you," Wilson frantically typed.
"So, aren't there cute girls who are into smile emoji at Virginia University?" Lindsay asked. "You probably have heaps of them all over you. Nice pic btw." Lindsay looked up how to say plenty of in Australian slang. She wanted to show effort. Pleased that Wilson didn't stoop to sending a dick pic she had to think about what kind of photo to send of herself.
"Plenty, yes. No great shakes though all the lassies are half-pie," Wilson texted about his current situation. He had been getting laid but no one got his juices flowing like Lindsay did.
"Naughty boy, lol," Lindsay wrote. She found Wilson's confidence and carefree nature to be very attractive.
"Do your best to be naughty yourself. You lush ten. You can confess your 'sins' when we meet up," Wilson flirted back.
Lindsay sent a selfie of her lips and added a star struck emoji along with a big thumbs up. She thought to herself, 'I'm going to have a lot of confessing to do." Smiling, she put her phone away and hopped back in the shower. Removing the showerhead from the wall, Lindsay used the nozzle to play with herself. Last night was pretty wild. Now, with Wilson's encouragement and Stephanie's arrival, she craved doing her best to push her sexual adventure further.
"So you're going to tell me what you are doing down here?" Steph asked as she bounced into the hotel room.
"Well, you know," Lindsay responded half-blushing.
Steph looked at Lindsay closely. She sensed a lot of mischievousness in the air. "Or should I ask who or whom have you been doing down here? Please tell me there are hot guys in the South."
"Hot guys? Of course there are hot guys in the South. There are hot guys everywhere," Lindsay answered as she poked Steph's arm.
"I was hoping you knew a place to go," Steph said, feverish with excitement. "I think Brad has been spending too much time with Fiona. It's my turn to cut loose. I've been way too good for too long. I've kind of developed a yearning for black guys after sleeping with Monte. He's not very aggressive. I am hoping this will get me the kind of BBC I am looking for." Stephanie stuck out her tongue, displaying her new tongue ring.
"Wow, girl," Lindsay replied, wide-eyed. "Guys go crazy for tongue rings. You already have it going on with your blonde hair, beautiful skin, and rocking tits. You might cause a riot."
"You like it?" Steph asked. She got a kick out of Lindsay's compliments. Steph was aware she was regarded as the hot little blonde by many but she felt Lindsay was more attractive and respected. Steph wasn't really into women but if Lindsay hit on her she knew she would have a hard time saying no. "I haven't even had a chance to break it in yet."
