It is a truth, universally acknowledged, that a pretty young female cheerleader showing off her cute little body in a skimpy uniform is going to interest athletes. Yes, that means guys, but I'm ALSO including female athletes, as they like ogling pretty girls in cheerleader outfits, as well! I should know! I have inside experience, which I will now relate.
First, perhaps I should tell you a little something about myself. My name is Claire Dean, and all through my high school years I was a cheerleader/twirler at East Bellamy High School, and when I graduated last spring I was all set to attend college at the University of Oregon. They were even offering me a partial cheerleading scholarship that would have paid for my books and even a little bit of my tuition.
Cheerleading and dancing are my life. I'm fairly tall (5'8"), and everybody says I have long 'dancers' legs' to go with my trim, slender figure, not to mention an attractive oval-shaped face, a tiny little button-nose, bright green eyes, and gorgeous long blonde hair. OK, so I did mention it! Anyway, I had already made a trip to the U-of-Oregon campus and I loved it, and I'd even met with representatives from their spirit-squad who had even offered me a cheerleading tryout immediately upon my arrival in August.
But then my great-aunt Mildred entered the picture. She's a sweet old lady, but I seriously wish that just this once she had minded her own business. You see, great-aunt Mildred was an old-school-academic who currently sat on the board of regents at the prestigious Willamette College for Women. She had graduated from there way back in the early 1950's, and her daughter Emily was currently that school's Dean of Students. But after none of her granddaughters chose to follow in her distinguished footsteps, she looked around and discovered me.
"She's offering you a full-ride scholarship," my father excitedly explained to me. "That's room, board, and tuition, all paid for! That is a fantastic, incredibly generous offer!"
"And it's a great school, honey," my mother added. "I really don't see how you can possibly pass up such a wonderful opportunity!"
Oh, I could do that easily! I remained stubborn, completely unimpressed with such generosity, and was equally unmoved by the school's noted reputation as one the northwest's 'Three Sisters' of learning in women's higher education. Quite frankly, I couldn't have cared less! But eventually I buckled under the parental pressure and agreed to give dear old Willamette a try.
"If you don't like it after your freshman year, Claire, we won't force you to go back," my father promised. "And all of the credits you earn there will easily transfer to Oregon!"
WILLAMETTE COLLEGE FOR WOMEN
And so that's what happened. Anyway, it really wasn't as bad as I feared it might be. Willamette College for Women is an historic small college situated on the scenic bluffs overlooking the beautiful Willamette River valley in western Oregon. Upon my arrival I immediately took the orientation tour, and despite what I considered to be a snobby, somewhat stuffy atmosphere, I decided I could make a go of it here. No, there were no boys on campus, but maybe that was a good thing, helping me concentrate more on my grades, which had definitely lagged somewhat during my senior year of high school, thanks largely to my increasingly active social curriculum.
What surprised me most is that Willamette College for Women DID have an athletics department, and that included a cheerleading program! Of course, I immediately tracked them down and introduced myself, and they didn't hesitate to invite me to try out for the squad. One look at them and I knew I would earn a starting spot! Let's just say that calling these girls a little on the 'frumpy' side was no big exaggeration. And those uniforms were straight out of the 1960's.
Still, it was fun working out with the four other girls on the squad. As they deemed me the "prettiest" girl, I was out in front for most of the routines. We'd practice daily in the gym, and I soon noticed girls from both the basketball and swimming teams hanging out to watch us. Although our official uniforms were silver & blue museum relics, we could practice in whatever we wanted, and so I took to wearing these tiny little shorts that showed off my legs & butt, which even the somewhat more bulky sweatshirts did nothing to hide. Seriously, I easily had the best body on the squad.
The athletes watching us practice always seemed to show their greatest interest when we practiced our dance routines, especially those involving a lot of sensual "ass-wiggling" and even more suggestive movements. My own favorite was when Lauren Miller would bend me over at the waist and then very briefly grind me from behind. That always got us a cheer from the onlookers.
One athlete in particular who caught our collective attention was Dani Kingston, the senior-captain of the swimming team. Dani is a tall girl, 5'11" and very fit, with the kind of muscular shoulders you'd expect to find in a long-distance swimmer who'd finished first at last year's conference championships. Everytime I'd observe her watching us from the bleachers, she always seemed to be looking directly at me, and I'd feel my heart flutter a little bit. I mean, I know she's a girl, but with her short hair and dark eyes she reminded me a lot of the cute guys I'd dated in high school.
"Looking good, legs," she called out to me one day as we passed eachother in the hallway on our way to the lockers. She winked and I blushed!
After that, I'd always look for her during practice and we'd even smile flirtatiously at one another. We did that for at least a couple of weeks. Dani was a senior, three years older than me, and studying pre-law at Willamette, and she was really smart. The other cheerleaders on the team seemingly felt about her as I did.
"If Dani Kingston was a boy," Carter Hanson remarked one day as we finished up practice, "I'd happily let her chase me all around the swimming pool."
"Yeah, and she'd catch you in less than three seconds," Rhonda Sage laughed. "And what would happen then?"
"Whatever she wanted to have happen," Carter sighed.
Of course, we all laughed, but it was obvious that there were some for-real 'girl-crushes' being exhibited here.
THE SHOWER
My own encounter with Dani came sooner than expected. I didn't like showering when the basketball players were in the locker room because that team included too many "creepy girls." I mean, I could always feel their eyes watching me as I undressed and it just made me uncomfortable. So, rather than leave (and shower back at the dorms) I began lingering in the corridor until I saw that they were leaving, listening to the clatter of lockers opening and closing before then re-entering. Once things had quieted down I could then undress and shower alone. Only on this particular occasion that didn't happen.
As I walked into the tile-encased shower area with only a towel wrapped around myself, I noticed Dani Kingston was still there, sitting alone at the far end of the locker room. As soon as she saw me, she got up and purposefully walked over to the locker-room door, closing and locking it, while smiling at me the entire time. She then began stripping off her swimsuit, as I continued on into the shower area!
After removing my towel and hanging it on one of the pegs provided I took my place at one of the communal shower heads against the far wall, intending to get this over with as quickly as possible. I turned on the water, quickly adjusting the temperature, and then allowed the hot spray to wash over me. It was then that I glanced back over my shoulder only to see that the beautiful swimmer was now calmly observing me from the entrance. She was nude, as well. And smiling.
"Oh... hi," I said, trying to sound nonchalant, before returning to the business at hand. She didn't move or respond.
"What are you doing?" I then asked, again glancing back at her over my shoulder.
"Oh... just admiring the view," she laughed, her eyes glued to my rear end.
I blushed and turned away.
"So, Claire... we're alone at last," she eventually murmured, slowly approaching me. "I believe that formal introductions are in order... I'm Dani."
"Yes... I... I know who you are."
"You do?" she laughed.
"Yes, of course... you... you're on the swim team!"
"And you're a cheerleader, correct?"
"Yes," I replied, not daring to look at her, still unable to figure out what it was that she wanted.
She was now standing immediately behind me, as if she intended to shower with me instead of using one of the other shower-heads.
"Do you want me to move?" I asked. "Am I showering in your spot?"
"No, not at all," she laughed. "We can share, can't we?"
