Dating Aria: Love in the Cheer Zone
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Aria goes back to the squad and gets her post-game MILF reward.
After a grueling Pilates class last night, I considered skipping my Tuesday morning workout session with Natalia, my no-nonsense personal trainer. However, I knew she wouldn't let me off the hook so easily, and sure enough, she insisted I show up. As I entered the gym, the unmistakable scent of sweat and iron filled my nostrils, and my determination wavered. But I reminded myself of my commitment to taking care of my body and impressing my new girlfriend, Aria.
Aria embodies the classic teenage persona with her endless texts and heart-stopping selfies. However, last night's Facetime call was cut short when her mother suddenly interrupted, leaving us both in a state of panic. Luckily, this morning brought reassurance and a selfie of Aria's radiant smile, which I couldn't resist sharing with my friend Natalia.
Agreeing with Natalia on how cute Aria looked, I felt a stronger urge to impress the teen. So, I asked Natalia to capture me doing side leg lifts on the yoga mat, hoping to show off my flexibility and strength to Aria. In my trusty orange jumpsuit, I felt like a busty goddess, accentuating my curves and channeling my inner 80s superhero. Despite the soreness, I was determined to give Aria a glimpse of my best self. The anticipation of seeing her reaction was enough to keep me going.
As soon as we hit send, a flood of fire and heart emojis from Aria validated my impulsive decision to show off my workout to her. Natalia couldn't resist teasing me about using proper grammar, but who needs that when you have emojis and inside jokes? Still, she wasn't impressed and hoped Aria wasn't as emoji-crazy in real life as she seemed to be in texts.
The clang of weights and the grunts of fellow gym-goers almost made me not hear the call coming in right at the end of our session. "Is it the fire emoji girl?" she asked with a smirk. I couldn't help but laugh at her nickname for Aria as I answered the call, eager to hear what she had to tell me.
Aria's voice came through the line, filled with excitement as she shared the news. The cheerleading squad had asked her to perform again after a two-year hiatus. I promised to be there to cheer her on, my mind already picturing her high kicks and perfectly synchronized moves. Aria had always been cute, but seeing her like this would be a whole new level of sexy. I was already anticipating the game, eager to catch a glimpse of my gorgeous girlfriend in all her glory.
My excitement was infectious as I shared the news of Aria's upcoming cheerleading performance. "You're going to see Fire Emoji Girl in action!" she exclaimed. "I knew something great had happened in your life the moment I saw you this morning!" Her words made me feel even more special, but then her expression turned nostalgic. "That takes me back. I used to cheer in college, but I started at Sunny High actually," she revealed, the name of Aria's current high school rolling off her tongue. I did a double-take. "Wait, what? Aria goes to Sunny High," I said, realizing the coincidence. Natalia's face lit up with recognition. "Oh, really? Well, let's just say it was a long time ago when I was cheering for the Sharks," she said with a sly grin, emphasizing the age difference between her and Aria. My heart skipped a beat at the thought of Natalia and Aria both being cheerleaders, albeit at different times.
Natalia chortled as she reminisced about her cheerleading mishap. "I remember this one time during a Sunny High football game, I was lifting up my flyer when her shoe flew off and landed right in the middle of the court! It was hilarious!" We both laughed, but then I glanced at my watch and realized I was running behind schedule for my dermatologist appointment. "Thanks for the workout," I said, feeling rushed as she made me promise to keep her posted on the Sharks' progress.
I sprinted out of the gym and dashed to the clinic, the sound of my squeaking sneakers echoing against the sterile floor. The scent of antiseptic filled my nose as I walked into the waiting room, feeling like a sore thumb in my bright orange jumpsuit. But I quipped to myself, "Who needs designer clothes when you've got flawless skin?"
For the past several years, I had been seeing Dr. Nguyen for regular check-ups and a range of skincare treatments. Her personalized approach, from chemical peels to microdermabrasion, had truly become my secret weapon against aging. I always left her office feeling rejuvenated and glowing with confidence. As usual, Dr. Nguyen greeted me with a warm smile and complimented me on my youthful look. She asked me if I was doing anything different, and after some thought, I simply said no. But I couldn't help but wonder if the excitement of dating Aria was perhaps contributing to my refreshed appearance.
After my appointment, it was time for work. Entering my bustling salon, I weaved through the crowds of stylists and clients, feeling right at home in the midst of the chaos. But as I approached my back office, I noticed Sarah and Jen in a heated argument. Sarah accused Jen of stealing her client, while Jen insisted it was a mistake. I intervened with a calm yet commanding presence, diffusing the situation and restoring order to the salon. Betty, one of the senior stylists, gave me a grateful hug, whispering in my ear that I was the queen bee of the hive. I felt satisfied at having resolved the issue and went about happily checking off all the items on my to-do list so I can make it home with time to change.
My excitement for the big game continued to build. I knew I had to look and feel my best when cheering on my fire emoji girl. After work, I made a beeline for my closet, determined to find the perfect outfit to match my excitement. I frantically searched through my clothes until I remembered my daughter's old room. Running inside, I dug through her closet until I found it: a faded blue vintage Sunny High school t-shirt. It was just the right mix of playful and sexy. Slipping into it, I couldn't help but admire how it hugged my curves just right. I paired it with my favorite jeans and a trusty black La Perla bra, feeling the soft fabric against my skin and enjoying the perfect lift and support it provided. Admiring my reflection, I felt confident and ready to cheer my heart out.
As luck would have it, I found myself caught in a nightmarish traffic jam, making it increasingly unlikely that I would arrive at the game on time. My heart raced with a mix of excitement and anxiety as I clenched my fists on the steering wheel, pushing the gas pedal to the floor and weaving through the dense traffic towards the stadium.
As I finally made my way through the stands, the sound of cheers and drums filled my ears. Despite Sunny High being behind in the score, the fans showed no sign of giving up hope. Their cheers grew louder, and they waved their banners with even more fervor.
Meanwhile, Aria and her squad continued to perform their stunts and cheers with an unwavering spirit. Despite the pressure, they never faltered and their movements were sharp and synchronized. Every time they nailed a stunt or executed a perfect cheer, the crowd erupted into wild applause. It was clear that these girls weren't just performing for the score; they were performing for the love of the game and the thrill of the performance.
When things finally came to a close, I hurried down to the field, scanning the sea of people for Aria. My heart raced with anticipation until I finally spotted her jogging towards me with a radiant smile on her face. I could feel the warmth of her body as she drew closer, her high ponytail swishing from side to side and her white and maroon cheer uniform hugging her body like a second skin. I couldn't help but let out a low whistle at the sight of her.
As she reached me, she threw her arms around my neck and squeezed me tightly. I inhaled her scent, a mix of sweat and perfume, and relished in the feel of her slender body pressed against mine.
"Hey there, my favorite cheerleader," I said teasingly, returning her embrace.
Aria laughed and pulled away slightly, her eyes sparkling. "You know I'm your only cheerleader, right?"
I shrugged nonchalantly. "That doesn't mean you're not my favorite. You were amazing out there."
"You were amazing out there too, looking slay and cheering louder than anyone else!" Aria said.
"Oh you heard?" I blushed.
"I'm sorry we lost. I feel like I dragged you out here for nothing," Aria said, her expression turning apologetic.
I shook my head, not wanting her to feel bad. "Girl, please, I loved watching you perform. You were the best part of the game," I said, and meant every word.
Aria's eyes shone with amusement as she teased me, "You were fashionably late too."
I rolled my eyes playfully. "Better late than never, honey. I'm a busy woman," I said, making light of my tardiness.
"Uh-huh," she replied, bumping her elbow against mine.
"I'll be sure to make it up to you later, my beautiful cheerleader," I said, giving her a wink.
In the background, I could hear the booming drums and blaring horns of the marching band winding down, the cheers of the die-hard fans, and the bustle of the cleaning crew as they prepared the field for a future game.
"Now come, it's time for me to introduce you to the team," she said, ushering me forward.
