Hi! I'm Angela, I'm eighteen years old and I've been studying at North West State University for the last four months. I'm living in a student dorm after leaving home last September and I've met a bevy of great female friends. There's Becky, Caroline, Daphne and Emma, and the five of us make up the college cheerleading squad.
At home, it never really occurred to me that I was beautiful, although I guess I'm conventionally good-looking, maybe even great-looking, in fact: I have long, brown, wavy hair, medium-sized 34C breasts, an athletic body, and long, smooth legs, plus a tight butt that sticks out when I wear the short cheerleading skirt I need to wear.
Now, though, I have discovered the joys of being desired, popular, the center of attention and the male gaze, where guys all across campus look at me and dream to be with me -- to date me, kiss me, love me, and eff me; and all this has transformed my opinion of myself.
Now I have the confidence to flirt, banter and attract all kinds of men, plus I have really begun to explore my body as a sexual being. I have used my time in the dorm to explore my body, my breasts, my pussy; and have had many hot self-sessions in the dorm showers.
It helps to be surrounded by four other gorgeous women cheerleaders, too. Becky is tall, blond, with fabulous 34D breasts, complete with wide areolae and pointed, luscious nipples, an athletic body slightly curvier than mine, and equally long legs; Caroline is dark-haired, with a curvy body, somewhat shorter, but with big, round breasts and long nipples, plus thicker legs; Daphne is a lighter, ash blonde with a more willowy frame, smaller breasts, maybe 32B, but perfectly formed and firm, with a long torso, slim hips and the longest legs among us; while Emma is a redhead, with dead straight hair, pale, white skin, bright pink nipples, fleshy, yummy breasts, wide hips and muscled legs.
How do I know so much about the state of their bodies? Well, we've been experimenting in the dorm room, and I've come to know their bodies almost as well as my own; and just as soon as this practice session is over, we totally plan to get to know them some more, after getting showered and changed.
"Come on, girls! Hup-hup-hup!" cried Becky, who was the head cheerleader.
We jumped, tumbled, did the splits and waved our pom-poms wildly. Our uniform was blue and white, with white, calf-length boots.
We were out on the college football field, in our usual spot, and a few of the football players, complete with padding and gridiron helmets, were watching us from the sidelines while they waited for their practice session to begin.
Finally, we finished up our session, with Becky seemingly satisfied with our performance. "Right, ladies, that's enough for today. Let's go in and wash up."
I was sweaty and yet turned on, with the white sports underwear beneath the blue and white skirt riding up, rubbing against my pussy and teasing my clit, and I was aching to take the panties off and take care of business as we walked slowly off the field.
Just then, I saw the football coach appear near the guys. Coach Jake Saxon addressed the team and started barking out orders. He wasn't like so many other college football coaches -- he wasn't a teacher, nor even a teacher's age. He was twenty-three, just a year older than a senior, since he was the highest-scoring player last year, so the college invited him to coach their team, even though he had finished his degree. He was taking a year out before getting a job, and figured he could make some cash by going back to college to do this.
I looked him over -- his hair was blond, and he had a gorgeous face. My eyes ranged over the pronounced shoulder muscles that joined his neck to his round, cannonball delts, before watching as his bulging pecs filled out his white T-shirt at the top. I could see how his lower torso was really firm, so I suspected an awesome six-pack, before leading to a hefty package down below and thick, muscled legs.
My hands automatically strayed between my legs, before I checked myself and kept on walking towards the exit. I turned to him and flashed him a smile, which he acknowledged with a brief smirk before turning back to his team. Smirking myself, I followed the other four women out to the showers.
In the locker room, the five of us ripped off our sweaty clothes, chatting all the while.
"Hey, Angie," said Emma. "I saw you checking out Coach Saxon."
"Yeah, that's right," I announced, boldly. "The guy's absolutely jacked and a total stud. Why wouldn't I be interested?"
"You go, girl," smiled Caroline.
"The fact is, these days I've become so horny. I never used to be like this at home. I've really come out of my shell with you girls. Really, literally, I was never like this until I became a cheerleader."
"Cheerleading does it to all of us, I figure," remarked Daphne, thoughtfully. "It's like being a movie star or a model. Suddenly, every man wants us, we're revered for our beauty, and we're the most popular girls on campus. Sooner or later, if everyone tells us how hot we are, we're gonna wanna find out how hot we can be."
"Right," agreed Emma. "Plus, we get to hang out together to do that."
"Speaking of which," said Becky, "Hurry up! Let's get in the shower!"
Five minutes later, five beautiful women were soaped up, smoothing lathered shower gel across our athletic, toned bodies. In the main, we washed ourselves, although a couple of us helped each other.
I loved touching Becky's firm torso, slick and wet with the hot water and the suds, and the sensations in my fingertips tantalized me as to what we would be getting up to shortly.
"Wait, babe," said Becky, sternly. "Let's get back to the dorm, otherwise someone might walk in."
We rinsed off the soap, and each of us toweled off, before putting on some clean clothes and heading back towards the dorms.
Our dorm was a large room with five beds, closets, a few nightstands, and desks and chairs for studying. We burst in through the door, and dumped our training bags on the nearest flat surface we could find, before each of us flumped down on the beds to chat.
"So what do you figure, girls -- are you going to the social on Friday night with the guys? All the team will be there, plus Coach Saxon," asked Becky.
"Where is it?" asked Emma.
"Just in the clubhouse," answered Becky. "It's just a small do, but it could be a great opportunity to hang out with them."
