The bus was crowded and smelled like sweat, perfume, and rubber. The heat only made the smell worse, but it didn't seem to bother any of the other girls. They were laughing and tossing their pom poms at each other and scrambling to fix their hair and makeup. I guess I wasn't one to judge, since I was doing the same - just alone.
The requirements for our game appearances were strict, and hard to maintain on a long bus ride. Our hair had to be perfectly curled and pulled up in a high ponytail wrapped in blue and white ribbons and bows. If there were any fly aways or frizzy baby hairs - that meant we'd run laps at 6 the next morning.
Our makeup also had to be immaculate. Red lipstick and silver eyeshadow, finished off with long, dark lashes. And of course our entire body had to be covered with a light shimmer spray so that our skin glowed and sparkled under the bright lights of the stadium. We were the eye candy, and we had to look the part.
I kind of resented that - cheer was so much more than that for me. I loved the art of it, the physical exertion, the skill we had to put into making our stunts perfect. Everyone else seemed happy with it though, and if they weren't they did a good job of hiding it.
The girls around me all had smiles on their faces, unless they were concentrated on fixing a bow or applying some lipstick. They were draped all over one another, sitting on eachothers lap to check each other's makeup or reaching up to the overheads, their tits brushing the face of the girl next to them. One girl, Margie, who sat in front of me, was bent over the seat in front of her, rummaging in her bag. Her round, tight ass was up in the air and I could see her pink panties under her skirt.
I gulped and looked away, my face flushing. The bus always had me feeling some sort of way. None of the girls knew my sexuality - well, other than Lucy.
She and I hadn't spoken since that day in the locker room, which was about a week ago, but I couldn't stop thinking of her and her tight, slippery pussy. My hole ached for her fingers, and my tongue was desperate for her juices.
My eyes searched for her in the swarm of girls, peering through the shimmery mist that clogged the air. Part of me was worried I'd find her sitting in another girl's lap, legs around her waist, gently applying red lipstick to her lips. Another part of me, however, hoped I'd find her in a position similar to Margie's.
Instead, she was sitting alone at the front of the bus, her leg outstretched, spraying the shimmery mist onto her skin. Her solitude was unusual, Lucy was incredibly popular with the other girls and was almost never alone.
I gazed at the smooth curves of her leg, the sinewy muscles of her thigh keeping it afloat in the air, the gentle slope of her calf. I wanted those legs wrapped around my back, my mouth buried in between them.
My trance was broken by the loud voice of my Coach. All the girls instantly froze and fell silent as he spoke, "Time to head out, girls. Let's go cheer!"
Those who weren't quite ready frantically pulled at their hair, tied their shoes, or applied the last coat of mascara. I stood up rather quickly. The benefit of being a loner is that there really are no distractions when getting ready, so I was prim and perfect for quite a while by then.
We filed off the bus and into the chilly october air. Some girls had the letterman jackets of their boyfriends slung over their shoulders to keep them warm, and the rest of us just dealt with it. Goosebumps covered my skin and I rubbed my arms, hoping that the friction would offer some relief from the frigidity.
I noticed Lucy was wearing a letterman. My heart sank in defeat. I wasn't surprised though. The day in the locker room was clearly nothing more than a dalliance for her, and I always knew she would go back to men. I was nothing to her.
As we walked single file into the stadium, I reminisced about the soft, silky feel of her breasts in my hands, the pressure of her lips on mine, and the ecstasy of her fingers curled deep inside me. It saddened me that I would probably never be able to touch her again.
On the field now, we began to stretch as the football players warmed up. All lined up in a row we touched our toes, a strange exercise seeing the length of our skirts, but that's what the shorts we wore underneath were for I guess. Lucy, as captain, was the one leading our exercises, her soft sweet voice calling out the next stretch and counting down the seconds we held each position. I smiled, knowing that I was one of the only people that have ever heard her voice drip with venom and rage, and one of the only people who got to see what that venom does to her.
All of the sudden, Coach interrupted Lucy, and we all looked up. "Apparently, the bus transporting the other football team had some technical difficulties getting here, so they will be about 20 minutes late."
I hadn't even noticed that it was only our team warming up on the field.
" The band has offered to perform their halftime show now instead of at halftime, so, I'll give you girls that time to get some water, go to the bathroom, say hi to your friends in the bleachers. Just be back here by 7:20."
The girls all grinned, and squealed excitedly. None of us have ever been able to experience a football game as a normal student, so these 20 minutes were truly a gift. I personally was not that thrilled. I couldn't care less about football; I like to cheer. None of my friends came to games, so I didn't really have anyone to hang out with in the stands, and I couldn't stand the sound of our marching band. Seriously, if you're going to be constantly playing an instrument, you might as well learn how to play it in tune.
So I weighed my options and decided to go hide out in the bathroom, play a few games on my phone. Maybe grab a snack from the concession stand. The girls dispersed, and I headed up the bleacher stairs and out of the stadium. I remembered seeing a bathroom on the way in from the bus, so that's the direction I went.
It was dark and eerily silent outside. I could still hear the band getting ready to perform their halftime show, but it sounded like that was happening in a different world. Out here, it was only me.
That solitude was shattered when a hand grabbed my upper arm. My heart jumped and I swiveled around, ready to fight, when I saw that the hand belonged to none other than Lucy.
"I need you, Veronica." Her voice was low and full of lust.
