In my opinion, Trudy is a vain, egotistical, self-centred, snob. A bitch of the highest calibre. She is also, unfortunately, captain of the cheerleader squad and as a cheerleader I have to do as she says, at least, where cheerleader duties are concerned.
Mind you, I have heard Trudy describe me as a vain, egotistical, self-centred, snob who happens to be a bitch of the highest calibre. This just goes to show that Trudy's also a poor judge of character.
Apart from our clashing personalities we're remarkably similar. That's probably why we get on so well together. We're both eighteen, blonde (although mine is natural), with blue eyes (mine a bright blue compared to hers which are a rather washed-out colour). We're both very fit and athletic (find me a cheerleader who isn't) and we both have good figures, although Trudy's large bust makes her look a little top-heavy and frowsy at times.
By an odd coincidence we're both virgins. Well, I know that I am, and Trudy is reputed to be, but for different reasons, I suspect. I'm still virgin because I'm choosy and I'm waiting for the right man to come along. Trudy, if genuinely a virgin, is probably waiting for someone, anyone, to make her an attractive offer, probably financial in nature.
Not that I'm disparaging any of the other cheerleaders but it is rumoured that we're the only virgins on the team. None of the others have seen fit to contest this rumour so it's probably true.
It was a Friday and the final bell had rung. I was at my locker gathering my things prior to going home when Trudy came along.
"Diana," she said, smiling a fake little smile, "I've got this new routine that I need to run through with you. Would you be able to come over to the gym for half an hour while we run through it?"
No. I'd rather go home and get something decent to eat before heading down the street to visit the mall and buy a new top. Why on earth would I want to spend time with you, having to explain why your new routine won't work?
"Of course, Trudy," I said, giving her a sweet smile. "I'd be delighted. I've thought that some of our routines were getting dated and we should try something new. I've got my things so we can head straight over. Do you want to gather up some of the other girls first?"
"No need," she said, waving the suggestion aside. "The two of us will be able to try it out and make any needed modifications before we run it past the group."
I interpreted this to mean she only had a half-assed idea of what she wanted to do and needed me to sort it out. Not surprising, as she never thinks things through.
We headed over to the gym, discussing the squad generally, just making small talk as we went. Once at the gym Trudy unlocked the door and ushered me inside.
Once in the gym Trudy strolled over to where some practice mats had been laid on the floor. Having mats on the floor told me immediately that she expected us to take some falls during the practice. Just what did she have in mind I wondered?
It wasn't until we were nearly at the mats that I noticed Chris leaning on the wall next to them. He'd been partly hidden by a supporting pillar which explained the non-observance. I stopped, frowning.
"Ah, Chris," I said, smiling politely. "We're going to be trying some new procedures. We prefer to do these without anyone watching."
"Normally I'd understand that but in this case you're going to need our help," he replied.
Their help? He wasn't one of the male cheerleaders. Why would we need his help and what did he mean by 'our'?
"Excuse me? Our?" I asked, tilting my head slightly to the side to indicate curiosity.
"Me and Jason," he said. "You see, me and Jason were wondering what it would be like to ball a virgin and conned Trudy here into coming into the gym with us. She indicated a certain reluctance to ball the pair of us and said she could find someone else to take part. You're her virgin sacrifice."
Wasn't that sweet of her? Where's her feminine loyalty? All she had to do was run like crazy once she got away and there would have been nothing they could do. Instead of which she'd brought me along, a lamb to the slaughter.
"Ah, I see. Listen, I'm sorry, but I'm not interested. Thank you for the offer but no thanks."
While speaking I was also looking around for Jason. He was behind us, locking the gym doors.
"It's possible you're mistaken about a couple of things," said Chris, smiling evilly. "It occurred to us that you wouldn't want to fuck both of us but if you and Trudy are both virgins that makes one each."
"That's one point. What's the second?" I asked while at the same time Trudy was trying to have her say.
"That wasn't the deal," she said very quickly. "I agreed to bring Diana here so you could have your fun but count me out."
"The second point," said Chris, "is that you're assuming your part is voluntary. The sacrifice doesn't really get a say."
That was laying it on the line. He was going to ball him a virgin regardless of her opinion. Trudy really was a bitch. A rather angry bitch, right now.
"Forget it," she snapped. "I'm not taking part in your little orgy. I've fetched Diana for you. Make do with her."
"I intend to," Chris told her. "You'll have to argue your personal feelings with Jason as he's chosen you. He says he likes big breasts."
"Bye," I said, turning and bolting for the door. Trudy was slower off the mark but she could run just as fast as I could and she was hot on my heels. We both came to a screeching halt before we reached the door. We'd forgotten that Jason was behind us.
That abrupt halt was all the time that Chris needed to catch up and grab hold of us. We started to struggle but he simply pushed Trudy towards Jason and concentrated on holding me which he could do rather easily, I found.
The boys encouraged us to walk back to the mats. Trudy walked, albeit sulkily. I kept on trying to fight Chris off but he dragged me along anyway.
"You can take your clothes off or I can do it for you," Jason told Trudy. "I might point out that I'm not too experienced at stripping girls so I might tear something if I do it."
"No way am I stripping for you," snapped Trudy.
Well done, Trudy. I didn't think you had it in you. It turned out she didn't.
"I'll count to three," Jason said, smiling happily. "One," he announced reaching over to flick open a button on Trudy's blouse. "Two," he said, flicking open another button. He didn't have to reach three. Trudy capitulated, slapping at his hand and finishing undoing the buttons.
"You might as well be sensible and start getting undressed, too," Chris whispered in my ear. "You are going to finish up naked so why not be sensible."
"I don't want to be sensible," I pointed out. "I want to scratch your eyes out."
"I'd just as soon you didn't. I'll tell you what. You get undressed without a fuss and I'll give you a little reward."
"You'll let me pick up my clothes and run out of here untouched?"
"Ah, not exactly what I had in mind. I was thinking more in the order that I wouldn't do any more than pet you until Jason has dipped his wick. That way you'll have an excellent idea of what you're facing, can say you retained your virginity longer than Trudy, and you'll also get to see Trudy get balled. You never know, if Jason takes too long someone may come along and rescue you before I take you."
Of all his arguments the fact that I'd see Trudy gets stuck with a big fat cock while she wriggled and squealed was the most enticing. I gave Chris a nasty look but I did start getting undressed, slowly. Unlike Trudy, I might add, who seemed to be throwing off her clothes with gay abandon.
By the time I was undressed Trudy wasn't only starkers but on her hands and knees on the mats, head down, bum up. Now the cheerleaders are all girls together and we regularly shower and change together. (Not with the male cheerleaders. They have their own change-room.) This means we've all seen each other naked, but I'd never seen Trudy's pussy presented in quite that manner before.
I have to admit that Trudy has a nice trim bottom. Its smooth curves flowed quite naturally between her legs to her pudenda, a lovely piece of symmetry. I'm not gay but even I was tempted to stroke what she had on display.
Jason had no hesitations. His hand was already moving across her bottom and between her legs, pressing firmly against her. She squirmed a little but didn't try to shake him of, just sort of kneeling there and taking it. He moved closer, and I saw him reach around her. From the startled squeak she gave I guessed that his other hand was now massaging her over-sized breasts.
I had a clear view of what he was doing to her pussy. You could practically see her lips swelling and darkening. I could certainly see when they started to part, her inner lips pushing through with a pout that suggested they wanted to be kissed. Jason started slipping his fingers inside her, poking around. Whatever he was doing was causing Trudy to make odd little noises, including a horrified shriek at one point. (Not a very loud shriek, but still a scream.)
"I suspect that Jason just probed around her clitoris," whispered Chris and I shuddered slightly, wondering if the same thing would happen to me.
