PROLOGUE
Game night—first of the year. Late August in Key Biscayne, Florida was still warm enough to be summer in most parts of the country, ideal weather for the first junior college football game of the season. It was almost 7 pm, only minutes from the opening kickoff. The stands were packed to the gills, a showing to be expected of the defending National Junior College champion.
The cheerleading squad was doing its best to ratchet the crowd up to a fever pitch, and their efforts were working to great effect. Jenny Thompson, cheerleading captain, began the next cheer.
"READY, OK! Here we go..."
Ella Sanders was breathless, stunned by the number of fans in attendance. She had no idea there would be this many! She thought back to last year, the last week of school, and her meeting with Mr. Anderson...
CHAPTER 1 -- The Beginning
"Ella, it's simple. Major colleges and universities will want to see some kind of campus involvement from potential students. Sports, cheerleading, class officer, that sort of thing." Mr. Anderson smiled benevolently at the first year student and spoke again. "Your grades are perfect; you are taking the highest level classes, so nothing to worry about there. The only thing I think you should add to your junior college resume would be the student body involvement I was just telling you about." Mr. Anderson paused, looking Ella up and down. "You seem very fit—you don't play any sports at all?"
Ella bit her tongue, thinking. Absently she brushed a strand of soft brown hair behind her ear, revealing perfect skin, brilliant green eyes, and white, even teeth. Her features seemed chiseled. She shook her head no and looked down.
Mr. Anderson peered at Ella again, a more penetrating stare than before, sizing her up. She was only five feet tall, of slight build, moderate chest size. He figured she weighed all of 100 pounds. Mr. Anderson knew exactly what she was made for.
"Ella, I am the advisor for the cheerleading squad. We need a tumbler—that is, a slender young lady to do a few acrobatic throws, and I think you would be perfect. It would be for the football season, which is only eleven games, plus the playoffs of course, I'm sure we'll make it back again this year." Looking Ella in the eye, the school counselor raised one eyebrow expectantly. "What do you think?"
"Mr. Anderson, one question—would they accept me? The cheerleaders, I mean. They seem kind of...territorial." Her voice was light, unsure, something that continually left her frustrated. No matter how confident she was about something, she was unable to carry that sense of rightness into what she was saying.
Mr. Anderson laughed and nodded his head in agreement. "Indeed they are, Ella, but we need you, you'll be wonderful. I'm sure you would do just fine, if you wanted to give it a shot."
Ella thought for a moment, nodded her head, asked: "What do I do?"
Over the summer, practices went very smoothly, nearly trouble-free, with one notable exception—Ella had to stop tumbling. She had grown like a weed over the summer months, surprising since she was already eighteen years old. Her body was taking its final, major steps to womanhood and the breathtaking beauty she would become, she sprung two inches in height and her hips flared noticeably. It was her breasts, the way they swelled, becoming much fuller than before, that was the biggest change. They went from comfortable Cs to full Ds, maybe DD, by the end of the summer. All told, she put on an additional twenty-five pounds, leaving her perhaps a little pudgy—but if ever someone looked good carrying an extra twenty-five pounds it was Ella Sanders, she was quite literally a brick shithouse, a natural beauty guys couldn't help but notice. It was fair to say she got a lot of unwanted attention these days...
Ella may have had natural good looks, she always had, but she never consciously went out of her way to emphasize them. She preferred to be the shy, quiet girl in the shadows, the one nobody paid any attention to. After that summer, however, male attention was unavoidable: her body was like a magnet that constantly drew attention, pointed stares that lingered on her curves whether she noticed or not. In her mind, boys had never really paid attention to her before and she saw no reason for them to now, regardless of the changes her body had undergone. After all, she was still one of the geeks, member of the Honors Society, Science Club, and the Math Team. Even geeks draw attention: long stares, narrowly focused on her girl-next-door curves, accompanied her everywhere she went. She was being sized up, graded, and found to be fine, mighty fine. If only she had noticed, been just a bit more observant, she would have caught them in the act, would have been concerned that maybe, just maybe, some of them were...well...dangerous...
Jenny Thompson, the cheerleader captain who was transferring to the University of Florida the following year, had taken Ella under her wing during the practice-filled summer.
"You'll be great, babe, just keep practicing and working hard!" Jenny would say, or something similar, while the seven cheerleaders were grinding through yet another repetition of their routines.
Ella thought to herself it was all fine and well for Jenny to say that, because Jenny was perfect. 5'8, 140 pounds, slender but curvy, golden hair, sky blue eyes, killer smile, the most popular girl in school hands down.
It was so unfair.
Nevertheless, through her hard work, the other cheerleaders accepted Ella—she learned all her routines flawlessly. Everyone was excited about the upcoming football season.
CHAPTER 2 -- The Uniform
On the morning of the first game the cheerleaders were called to Mr. Anderson's office over the intercom.
"I know they're late, but the new cheerleader outfits are finally here." Mr. Anderson smiled, handing each of them a plastic-covered packet with a red, white, and blue outfit sealed and neatly folded inside. "I expect you girls to be dressed out in these for the pep rally this afternoon, alright?"
The cheerleaders nodded, collected their things, and headed off to their respective classes. As she walked, Ella looked down at her packet—there didn't seem to be a lot of material there. Since the outfits had been custom fit she wasn't too concerned about how minimal it looked, and let it slip from her mind.
Of course, the fitting had been last June...
Ella walked into the girl's locker room after lunch. Jenny was already there, dressed, sitting on a stool by the sinks.
"Oh my God, Jenny, you look awesome!" Ella proclaimed. The blouse was red and white, sleeveless, 4 buttons in front, and went down just to Jenny's waist. The navy blue skirt was mid-thigh length, just high enough to look nice, just low enough to avoid sleazy. The outfit really did Jenny justice—she filled it nicely in all the right places, without hanging out in any of the wrong ones, a perfect fit. Ella was more at ease about wearing hers now, seeing the look it had on Jenny; Ella had been sure it would look sluttish.
"Well get yours on, babe, let's see how you look," Jenny encouraged, motioning to the outfit Ella had draped over her arm, plastic wrapping still intact.
Quickly Ella made her way to a stall, closed the door, and began to undress.
First off were her Nikes, then her Tommy Hilfiger jeans, and finally the loose t-shirt she always wore, which she pulled over her head. Shirt off, she shook her hair out, running her fingers through the shoulder-length strands. She took a moment to look at herself in the small mirror on the back of the stall door.
'Damn,' Ella thought, cupping her breasts with her hands, 'they keep getting bigger.' She had moved up to a 36D from the 34C she had worn at the end of last year, but now spilled creamy flesh noticeably over the top of even the bigger bra. She could see a slight nudge where her nipples were—she got the thickest, most padded bras she could find, and still her seemingly always rigid nipples would show at the most inopportune of times. Every day since school had started two weeks before, Ella would catch some guy staring at her chest, thrust unexpectedly far from her body, nipples poking out just so.
"Remember to wear the strapless, babe, or we'll look like shit out there," Jenny called from the sink, where she was checking her makeup.
'Right,' Ella thought, and reached for it in her bag. Ella heard all the other girls in the locker room now; they had all arrived and were getting ready for the upcoming pep rally. Quickly Ella removed her bra, her breasts barely dropping after their support was gone. They stood out proudly from her body, a bit bigger than would be balanced even with the extra weight the summer had put on her.
After getting the sports bra on, Ella looked at the mirror again and gasped. Her nipples stuck out half an inch in this smaller, thinner bra. Her over-large breasts hung over the cups a bit much for her taste, and the dark, silver dollar-sized areolas were plainly visible. Why was this bra so small? She had bought it only a month before.
Movement caught Ella's eye; she looked down and saw two tennis shoe clad feet beneath the stall door. She inhaled quickly and instinctively brought her arms up over her chest. Slowly she shifted her gaze up to the face above the door.
Jenny grinned back at her wickedly.
"Wow babe, you're a woman now!" Jenny laughed, twirled, and walked off.
Ella removed her panties, revealing a neatly trimmed patch of hair—she kept it that way so it wouldn't catch in her clothes—and bent over slightly to put on the athletic panties. She managed to shrug them all the way up and over her hips, but they were very tight and she felt a slight pressure on her mound as she positioned them squarely between her thighs. She rubbed her fingers over her outer lips gently, feeling the tightness of the fabric. Her breath caught.
