Stacey wasn't sure her mom and dad would have approved of the "training" she was getting at this expensive camp her coach had recommended. Her high school cheer coach also being the head of the camp was the primary reason she was here, along with her natural athleticism and mom and dad's money. Coach Natasha had a fondness for her, to say the least, and made no attempts at hiding it. Even with others around Stacey often found herself embarrassed yet titillated by all the touching, teasing, and felicitating.
As a freshman, she was an early pick for junior varsity, having amazing acrobatic abilities, an amazing body, and that super pretty face. Not too many girls make varsity cheerleading their sophomore year, but Stacey was a natural, the best cheerleader in the school by just sixteen. By the time she was eighteen, she was one of the best in her division. Natasha called her into her office one day to have a talk.
"Stacey, your tumbling and dance are amazing. I firmly believe if we can work on your discipline, enthusiasm, and stunts, you will have colleges looking to recruit you. You are going to be super hot, and I will help you get there if you can attend camp." Stacey became instantly intrigued at the idea of spending two weeks learning cheer from this beautiful and talented woman in front of her, a former professional NFL cheerleader.
"You need to spend two weeks at my cheer camp this summer. Talk to your parents about it immediately. Tell them I said to talk to me if they have doubts about your potential, here's my number."
"Coach, thank you for everything. What can I do to repay you"?
"Nothing sweetheart, I'm just doing my job. I guess if you really want you can give me a hug and a kiss," she said with a smirk. Stacey had no idea if she was kidding, and was expecting a quick embrace and a peck, or if she was flirting with her. She took the first available opportunity behind closed doors with her to let her know how she felt. She boldly walked around the desk as Natasha pushed her chair out, and sat on her lap, giving her a very long embrace.
After feeling her tits pushed up against the older woman's larger voluptuous chest, she slightly lost control and kissed her right on the lips. Not like a hello or goodbye kiss, it was a slow lovers-about-to-fuck kiss. Natasha did kiss her back, even slid her hand under her short pleated uniform skirt up to her hip. She quickly composed herself.
"You're gonna be great at camp. Let's work on your discipline starting immediately, however. You and my job are far too precious to jeopardize by getting caught being stupid here at school. Hold those thoughts, keep them to yourself, and get out of my office darling, before I lose it and lay you down on this desk."
Stacey normally didn't shower after practice in the locker rooms, she was too modest. This day, however, she immediately got naked and didn't even bother wrapping a towel around herself before she stepped into the shower, lost in lusty thoughts of two weeks away from home working on her "skills".
She always had eyes on her, being the star of the team, but today it was obvious, and it made her even hotter, feeling other girls looking at her hard nipples, her wispy pubes, her round ass, water pouring down her body as she rubbed soap all over it. If they all approached her she would have laid down right there for them and let every one of them do anything they wanted with her.
She dried off, got dressed and took the late bus home. Mom and Dad were thrilled about cheerleading camp and agreed she could go immediately. As lovely a daughter as she was, not too many parents of eighteen-year-olds would balk at the idea of having the house to themselves for two weeks of the summer.
After dinner she retreated to her room to do her homework but spent some time staring at Natasha's phone number, and the majority of it googling lesbian porn, specifically the older/younger variety. She had zero doubts that she would be having a lesbian encounter at this camp, even if it wasn't with her coach, and was smoldering thinking about it.
Arrival at camp was pretty overwhelming, much different than what she expected. She very quickly found out it wasn't a typical sports camp, it was very exclusive and the small group of girls were mostly all older and fairly intimidating. Three of them had visible tattoos, one even with a full sleeve on her arm. By looking at them she guessed most were in college. All of them were extremely beautiful and fit and seemed to know each other.
Within minutes of arrival, the athletic trainer made her presence known and it rapidly became obvious that this was going to be a boot camp type of atmosphere, at least when she was in charge. They were given ten minutes to get their clothes stowed and grab bunks and told to be on the field in workout gear immediately afterward. While changing she heard some remarks about "fresh meat" and "young noob", but chose to not acknowledge or make eye contact with anyone just yet. She was just glad she knew the head coach as well as she did.
After a very strict stretching routine, complete with exercises that had the girls pairing off and getting literally very close very fast, they had a two-mile warm-up run. This was immediately followed by fifty-yard wind sprints, followed by sit-ups and push-ups. There was zero break before moving on to tumbling practice and some basic dance routine work. At one point an exhausted Stacey said, "What the fuck did I sign up for here?" All of the girls laughed.
"Ah, the noobie is a comedian! Two laps noobie," the pretty yet stern looking trainer said with a smile. 'Dammit,' Stacey thought to herself, careful to keep it in her head. While running she noticed coach Natasha had joined the group, and many of them were watching her run, looking like they were talking about her even. When she rounded her final turn to finish her laps everyone applauded. Natasha hugged her and explained that she was just telling the girls that Stacey was going to be the flyer, the girl that does all the aerials. The center of attention basically. After a few quick basic pyramids and introductory stunts, the team retreated to some "chalk-talk".
"Tonight girls, I'm going to give you the rest of the night to get settled in and chill," Coach said eventually, "but I want you older girls to spend time working on our flyers flexibility and balance. I know the word is out that she is my star girl at school, so I want you all to know there will be no favoritism at this camp. In fact, I want her to be worked as hard as anyone else, or harder."
Stacey swallowed hard, wondering if her coach knows that this pedestal she was putting her on was horrifying her. Some of these girls were twenty years old. She was terrified of the one with the full sleeve tattoo in particular. She had been looking at Stacey all afternoon as if she wanted to fillet, fry, then eat her. She had the aura of a special forces soldier turned CIA assassin trapped in a cheerleader's body.
On the way back to the bunkhouse Stacey was pleasantly surprised by vampire girl and the others being friendly to her, asking her about herself and about Coach Natasha and her home team. They told her that camp was physically grueling but also a lot of fun, especially at night, and that two weeks from now she was going to be a better cheerleader than she had ever imagined. They also said she would soon be friends with some of the best cheerleaders in the world. She smiled ear to ear as she dragged her sore muscles towards her bunk, looking forward to showering off the sweat and maybe watching the others do the same.
"Ok flyer girl, shower time." Vampire motioned her finger in a come here signal, standing buck naked at the entrance to the shower. Two of the other girls were already in the giant open shower with three or four nozzles pouring steaming water on them while they soaped up. She had a huge, very well done tattoo that covered half of her breast, her side, hip, part of her ass and thigh. Stacey could see flowers, skulls, a pin-up girl, chains, and some religious symbolism, for starters.
"Uhhhm, I'll wait till your done?"
"Don't be nervous. We have a little tradition, the flyer doesn't wash herself. So take off your clothes and get in here, or I can drag you in and we'll rip them off in here."
