Xxx Cheerleader Club

My name is Paige Larson, and I am a thirty-five-year-old single mother with a fifteen-year-old daughter, Stephanie. After my divorce and my ex moving to New York with his new fiancée, I was given an opportunity to move from Fresno to Laguna Beach with a promotion. I was moved to the company headquarters as the Director of Customer Service for a large marketing firm.

Stephanie was actually excited about the move, as her best friend had recently moved to Irvine, nearby. She is a bit of a nerd, so friends are few and far between. We were both anxious for a fresh start.

The bonus for me was being reunited with my bestie, Rachel Lowery. We went to high school together in Fresno, and I got her a position with my company several years ago. She transferred to headquarters almost two years prior to me, and loved Laguna. I had turned down opportunities to make the move before, but Rachel was a big reason why I even considered leaving Fresno after spending my entire life there.

We got settled into our new place in mid-August, and I was headed to the school to get Stephanie registered. It was orientation week and I had missed getting her signed up. I decided to show up early and beg to get her in, despite missing the deadline.

I'm an ex-cheerleader and gymnast and have maintained my shape through yoga and swimming over the years. I also have blonde hair and blue eyes and know how to use them. So, just in case the person I would be dealing with was a man, I wore my blouse a little tight and left a button or two undone. I needed all the help I could get. I wore a suit jacket and skirt that fit me nicely, if I dared say so myself.

We arrived at the school one hour before the scheduled start of nine AM. But it was already busy, as parents and students had been directed to arrive at eight to register.

I got in line at the registration table and observed they were checking names off a list and handing them a packet of info. Assuming our name would not be on the orientation list, I left Stephanie in line and instructed her to beg, if necessary, for them to let her into orientation.

Then I proceeded to the office to work it from the top down. In the office, I saw a young lady in a cheerleader outfit standing next to a desk looking through papers and a man with a shirt and tie sipping coffee. He was fortyish and in decent shape. I had my target.

"Excuse me sir, I hope you can help me, please," I said, batting my poor, helpless eyes.

He smiled, "Hi, I'm Coach Zidies, what can I do for you Miss, a..."

"Paige Larson, so nice to meet you." I reached out my right hand to shake and he eagerly complied, glancing at my left hand for a ring. He was not wearing one, so my hopes were high.

"I'm new in town with my daughter, Stephanie, who will be attending school here. Unfortunately, I somehow missed getting her signed up for orientation..."

"Unfortunately, I'm late for morning practice, but that young lady right there might be able to help you," he said, pointing to the cheerleader.

My hopes sank a little, with that news.

"Marie, can you help Miss Larson, here."

She didn't look up. "Be with you in a minute, wild morning."

"Nice to meet you, gotta go," said Coach Zidies, as he scurried off.

I stood there, as she continued looking through papers and writing on some of them. I peeked back into the principal's office but could not see anyone in there. It was not working out like I'd hoped.

After another long moment, I cleared my throat only to get a touch of attitude. "Be with you in just a moment," she said, without looking up.

I was growing more frustrated as I waited, knowing a cheerleader was not the answer to my problem. I needed an administrator, who had a little clout.

I was just about to walk out when she began to move slowly in my direction, nose buried in papers.

She glanced up, "How may I..." Her eyes met mine and she froze.

Her mouth opened a bit as if to speak and her eyes darted down scanning me quickly and her expression turned unmistakably-- sexual. I had only experienced that look on a few occasions in life. One was my ex-husband, that was all it took for us to fall madly in love and...

Suddenly, I panicked and blushed as she swallowed hard. I struggled for words as this young lady looked as if she were going to devour me on the spot.

"I, ah..." she stuttered.

I wasn't gay, but that hungry look from such a gorgeous young lady gave me a tingle and an ego boost that made my blush deepen.

"I'm so sorry, where's my mind at this morning. How can I help you? Miss Larson, is it?"

She held out her hand and I took it. She looked like she was in a fog as she shook my hand and her eyes rolled to my tits.

Apparently, my strategy paid off, after all. I went back to my damsel in distress voice and told her my dilemma, purposely looking into her hazel-blue eyes. She was remarkably pretty, I did have to say. As I told my story, she stepped around the desk, and we sat next to each other in some chairs in the office area.

When I finished, she looked at me with a big, beautiful smile. "I'm really not supposed to do this, but I think I can find a way to get her in."

"Oh, thank you so much, I owe you one, Miss..."

"Oh my, I never did tell you my name, did I?" She blushed. "Marie Carter..."

I leaned over the arm of the chair and hugged her tightly, purposely pushing my breasts against hers.

She sighed, as we hugged and I held her longer than I ever normally would, but I needed to make sure she understood, just how grateful I was.

"I don't know how I could ever repay you Miss Carter," I whispered in her ear.

I heard her take a broken breath and could almost feel her trembling. I thought, 'I think that is just the right amount of flirting and released her. I was willing to flirt with a guy to get it done, why not a girl.'

She stuttered a bit and stood up. "Where is she, Miss Larson? Since you have been so sweet to me, I'm going to take her under my wing, personally get her in and escort her this morning."

"That's so nice, are you sure you can do that? Don't you have responsibilities?" I asked, in my innocent, grateful tone.

"I am just overseeing the registration and I'm in uniform in case there were any cheerleader candidates. There are none so far. You know what? Let's find her and pretend she's interested in cheerleading. That will give me an excuse to spend the day with her." She smiled, looking at me longingly.

"I will definitely owe you one, Miss Carter. Thank you so much," I said, with my best flirtation voice.

"Don't worry, I intend to collect," she said, grinning mischievously.

I felt bad, taking advantage of the young lady, but Stephanie is priority one with me.

The timing was good, as Stephanie was just two back in line from the registration table. When I pointed her out to Marie, she stepped in and took care of everything. She hand wrote name badges for us and stuck them on us, pausing awkwardly as she peeled and stuck mine over my left breast. Then she took Stephanie's hand and started to lead her off.

"Miss Larson, the parents will be assembling in the auditorium at about ten. The students will join you about eleven, we should wrap up by one or so. If you don't mind, I will show Stephanie... can I call you Steph?"

Stephanie was never excited about that name, but she nodded and smiled. "Sure."

"Great! I'll show Steph around and you can hang out with the parents. See you later."

I found a seat on a bench outside and replied to some emails. Then I texted Rachel.

Me: I got her into orientation!

Rachel: Awesome. Coming to work or staying?

Me: Staying should be done 1-ish

Rachel: Want some company?

Me: Really? You would do that?

Rachel: I'm in sales, I'm supposed to be on the road. You can be my morning meeting.

Me: Sure we can talk about the Stevens account at some point.

Rachel: See you soon. Where're you going to be in 30 minutes.

Me: Bench to the right of main entrance.

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While I waited, I watched the parents and students all around, so thankful to have someone I actually knew to spend time with. I saw Marie talking with Stephanie and introducing her to some other students, as she gave her a detailed one-on-one tour.

When Rachel arrived, she joined me on the bench.

"You do know I have ulterior motives for joining you today. Ally will be coming next year, so this is a great chance to support you and get a feel for the place."

We chatted for several minutes, and I explained what happened and how I got her in. Including flirting with the Cheerleader Captain.

She laughed. "You are a naughty girl, Paige Larson."

"Whatever it takes," I joked.

Just then, they came walking by.

"Oh, hello again, Miss Larson. Steph and I are having a great time, aren't we, sweetie?" asked Marie.

Marie looked Paige in the eye and gently bit her bottom lip.

"Yes, thank you so much for showing me around. Hi Miss Larson," said Stephanie, as she gave Rachel a hug.

I introduced them. "Rachel, this is Marie, the ever so helpful young lady I told you about."

"Nice to meet you, Miss Rachel. Do you have a student here?" asked Marie.

"Next year. I'm just here to support Paige," she replied.

"Not often I get to meet two such beautiful ladies in one morning."

"Look at you, Miss Marie, then look at me. It's like Kendall Jenner calling Joy Behar beautiful," said Rachel.

"You ladies are so good for my ego," smiled Marie. "You two know exactly how hot you are but play it coy. I've got you figured out."

Suddenly, a sweaty boy in football gear came up to her. "Are we good for lunch when this is over, babe?"

"Not today, but maybe tomorrow, once you shower," replied Marie, after a brief peck of a kiss.

I was a little surprised that she came across so blatantly gay earlier, but had a boyfriend. Then I didn't feel so bad about flirting with her. His name was Michael, and he was a running back.

After he left, she turned to me. "Not sure how much longer I'm gonna keep him around."

She flashed a sly little smirk. Then looked back at Stephanie. "Sick of me yet, or do you want to continue?"

Stephanie lit up at the attention from a popular older girl.

"I will see you soon, Miss Larson." Marie smiled, and looked me in the eyes again.

She really was a pretty, bright, piece of work. She was not afraid to use what God gave her, either. It occurred to me; we were like a Head Cheerleader club. Rachel was captain the year after I graduated as Captain.

As they walked off, Rachel giggled. "Holy shit, she's hot for you. Did she just let you know she's dumping her boyfriend to turn gay for you?"

"Yeah, I think so. I'd better turn down the flirtation a little," I joked.

We went to the parents portion of the orientation, and when the students came in for the joint portion of the presentation, Marie came and sat next to me.

"Hello again, Miss Larson," she said, with her hungry smile. "Would it be okay if Steph sat with me and some friends?"

"That would be awesome. Thanks so much for making her feel welcome," I said, trying not to give off any more flirting vibes.

"Anything for you, Miss Larson." She stood up slowly, keeping her face close to Paige's as she did. This also offered a view of her cleavage. "By the way, my nineteenth birthday is next month. I would like to invite you and Steph to my party, if that's okay?"

"Sure that would be great. Thank you," I replied, thinking how sweet she was being to us.

As she walked away, Rachel joked. "She is so damn pretty, and she's legal. She would make me think about it."

"Stop!" I slapped her shoulder. "Let's not get any rumors started."

After the orientation, I needed to get Stephanie home and get back to work, so I tracked them down quickly.

"Stephanie, we need to get going, sweetie," I said, trying not to engage Marie again. "I need to get to work."

"Miss Larson, the squad and I are going for ice cream after we help clean up. Do you think Steph can join us? I can bring her home afterwards."

Stephanie was pleading with her eyes, trying to act calm and cool, but wanting to jump up and down and beg, if needed.

It was against my better judgement to let her go in a car with a teenaged driver, but Marie was taking her under her wing. It was such a great opportunity. The instant attention being seen hanging with the cheerleaders before ever even attending the school. The look of concern was obvious, and Marie noticed.

"Miss Larson, I have been driving for four years with no accidents, speeding tickets or even parking tickets. It's the middle of the day and we're going for ice cream."

I gave in. "Okay, on one condition. Marie, look me in the eye and promise you will be careful and look out for Stephanie," I said, sternly.

She stepped closer, looking me in the eye. She really looked so mature, at that moment.

"Miss Larson, I promise to take care of your daughter, and bring her home safe and sound. Give me your phone number and I will text you every step of the way. I promise."

I was impressed that she made that offer and shared my number.

"If you give me your phone, I will download the track-my-phone app and you can know exactly where we are," she said, with a hint of sarcasm.

I called her bluff, but she did it, and even showed me it was working.

The day went as promised, and she even texted several photos. One of Stephanie helping carry off the registration tables and several talking to teachers with their names and which class they taught. Later, there were pictures from the ice cream shop of Stephanie with several cheerleaders making goofy faces and a head shot of Stephanie and Marie touching heads, smiling, and waving.

She dropped her off around four. When I got home around six-thirty, to my surprise, Marie was still there. They were on the sofa together watching some trashy housewives show, or something. I generally did not let her watch that stuff, but since Marie had done so much for her, I did not make a scene.

I told myself, 'So many people watch those shows. including Rachel.' Then, I noticed the smell.

"Is there something cooking?" I asked, surprised.

"Steph said you would like tuna noodle casserole and you had the ingredients here. Is that okay? It's warming in the oven whenever you're ready, Miss Larson."

"Call me Paige, please. Thank you so much. Let me get changed and I'll be right out," I said, with a smile.

Stephanie showed no interest in cooking, so I took care of every meal it seemed. She did occasionally make French toast for breakfast on birthdays and Mother's Day, but that was it.

I put on some shorts and a T-shirt and joined them. Marie was still in her cheer outfit, which was just a bit skimpier than in my day. They showed more cleavage, and the skirts were as short as possible, without showing a camel toe.

She was clearly aware of her beauty and was not afraid to use it. We had that in common. The effort to keep my figure over the years had paid off from time to time, and I thrived on that flattering feeling when someone noticed.

They had set the table, and it was amazing. Salad, tuna noodle, and peas. Simple and comforting, it was perfect.

"You are amazing Marie," I said, truthfully.

"I helped!" Stephanie said, desperate for some credit.

"Thank you both," I said, with a smile.

"Steph tells me you were Head Cheerleader," said Marie, making eye contact.

"Yes, I was, my senior year. That's what they called it back then, now it's Captain. Too many Head Cheerleader jokes, I guess." I smiled and realized it could be coming across as flirting with her. "Rachel was, too. She graduated the year after me. We've been friends a long time." I wanted to avoid anything resembling flirting, as she kept eye contact relentlessly.

"So how long have you known Michael?" I asked, and she looked away.

"Since junior high," she replied, curtly.

"Sound's serious." I pushed her button, knowing it made her uncomfortable.

"He asked me to the prom last spring after I broke up with Kevin, and we've kind of dated since."

Then Marie changed the subject. "Steph and I will have Algebra Two and AP English together this year."

"I offered to help tutor her in algebra," added Stephanie.

"That's awesome, she's a smart cookie," I said, proudly.

"Thank goodness, I barely got through Algebra One," replied Marie. "If only you could take the tests for me."

"I'll get you ready, trust me," said Stephanie.

I was amazed at Stephanie's confidence with Marie after just one day. I just hoped this would last. I'd hated the thought of Marie potentially leading her to think they were friends only to cut her off when she got bored.

Over the next few weeks, I was busy settling into my new job. As a result, Stephanie was home alone more than I liked. But much to my surprise, Marie visited her almost daily and sometimes even brought friends with her. She also cooked dinner several times for us over that month, on nights she and Stephanie studied algebra.

It seemed almost too good to be true and got my radar up a bit. After my awkward encounters with Marie, it seemed only logical she could have similar feelings for Stephanie. So I had a conversation with Stephanie.

"You and Marie have spent a lot of time together lately. I just want to make sure everything is okay with you..."

"It's fine, mom. You just think a nerd like me couldn't have a senior for a friend," she replied, defensively.

"No, honey, that's not it at all. First of all, you're not a nerd. You're a smart, mature girl and you can talk to anyone. But, sometimes, an older pretty girl like Marie can take advantage of someone younger and new to town like you. Has she ever made you feel uncomfortable, or touched you inappropriately..."

"Oo! No, mom, she never. She is actually trying to set me up with her little brother, but I haven't even talked to him, or anything..."

"Sorry, honey. It's my job to look out for you, ya know. Just promise you'll never be afraid to talk to me if anyone ever makes you feel uncomfortable."

"Yes, mom, she's never made me feel that way. She's just a nice person and introduced me to a bunch of her friends. She really needs my help with homework, really, really. Algebra is not her thing."

"So is her brother cute?" I asked, feeling better and trying to put her at ease again.

Stephanie blushed and smiled. "Yes!"

"Then you should talk to him," I said, poking her arm.

"I'm not ready for that yet. I'm still getting used to the new school and my teachers."

"Smart girl. I'm proud of you."

That alleviated concerns about Marie and Stephanie.

Rachel and her daughter Ally joined us for a dinner that Marie had prepared for us. That evening, Marie engaged with Ally and also made her feel important. When Ally expressed interest in cheerleading, Marie got Rachel and Ally's phone numbers so she could keep them up to speed on cheerleading activities. My confidence grew that she was just a nice person and it put me further at ease regarding her interactions with Stephanie.

On the other hand, her interest in me did not waver. She made eye contact, smiled, and stole quick glances at my breasts. Stephanie seemed oblivious, but Rachel noticed, too.

Honestly, it was flattering that such a gorgeous young lady was interested in me. I'd be lying if I said I never had curiosity about being with a woman. Rachel had confessed that she once had a fling with a friend in high school and called it 'good but different'. She never elaborated beyond that.

The absurdity of anything happening with a friend of Stephanie, pushed any such thoughts out of my mind.

Then came the birthday party. It was a hot day and I had come from playing tennis, picked up Stephanie and went straight to the party without changing. She specified four to six PM for the hours and the invitation said, 'no gifts allowed'. In lieu of gifts, you may contribute to The Alzheimer Foundation.