The Big Game...
"You don't mean you're actually going to try out for the cheerleading team??" Sara's mother asked, incredulously. "I know it's a great squad, and a wonderful experience - I've been there myself, back in the day, that's where I met your father, but..." Her voice trailed off.
"But what, momma?" Sara asked, a little querulously.
"No doubt in my mind you've got the body, the athletic prowess with your dancing and acrobatics...it's just that it involves a big time commitment - a lot of travel, a lot of training, a lot of involvement with the players on the team. Are you up for that?"
"As far as players on the team goes, boy! Am I up for that!!" Sara exclaimed excitedly.
Discussion over...with high hopes and some trepidation, a few days later Sara approached her interview to become a cheerleader for the city's football team. She knew that only a small number of applicants would be chosen, and there were many many hopefuls, from across the state and beyond. Still she had high hopes because she was a strikingly beautiful 21-year-old. Her blonde hair normally cascaded below her shoulders, but today she had it in a pony-tail because of the exercises she knew she would have to perform to show her above-average physical fitness.
At 5' 7'' she was, she realized, at the median height required; her shapely C-cup sized breasts moved easily under her Tee-shirt, and her slender well-shaped legs were shown to advantage by her brief shorts. These also displayed her smooth muscular ass, the product of many years of dance training and acrobatics - boyfriends unanimously praised her "dancer's ass" as they would run their hands, or their lips, or their tongues, or their cocks over its sleek surfaces and inviting crevices...fondly remembering these explorations, Sara could feel a small wet spot beginning to form between her legs.
Just in time, the door to the interview room opened and she was invited to meet the panel, two women and a man. Keeping things fair, multiple interview panels assessed applicants who were in turn identified only by number. Sara was 176. "Welcome, Miss 176," exclaimed the woman who headed the panel (at least, she was in the middle chair). The panel members each had copies of her application/cv, and questions and answers flowed easily about her experience as a dancer and gymnast.
"You began to train for ballet when you were quite young?" "Yes" Sara replied, "I started when I was 5 and kept at it for more than ten years, until the head of the ballet school took me aside for a little word of advice, saying 'you are wonderfully athletic and talented, and you might have a great future in dance, but for ballet...your tits are growing too big.'"
"Well." exclaimed the lead interviewer, "they are not too big for a cheerleader, or a woman. And I see from your resume that you have continued with other dancing and acrobatics." After a short pause came the question: "are you a virgin?"
"No, I'm not," Sara answered, "I've had five boyfriends...why do you ask?" The panel chair responded by talking about the football team, its staff, and its cheerleading team: "we're an organization that treasures the closest intimacy between all members, including sexual intimacy, and we want to be sure that you fully understand this and are ok with it."
Sara recalled her mother's caution about 'a lot of involvement', and she replied "I take it that you're asking am I willing to be sexually intimate with members of the team when called upon?" Sara answered her own question. "I'm ok with that, and I'm willing to try just about anything, with a few exceptions..."
There was a short pause, and then the male panel member asked, "could you be more specific about exceptions?"
"Well," Sara went on, having thought about things for a moment, "I'm not keen on sex with a condom, because you lose sensation with a barrier and I relish the sensation of warm spurts of semen surging into my vagina. That's why I'm on the pill. I also wouldn't do rough sex or the whole BDSM thing, you know - whippings, forcible confinement, and stuff - but I'm ok with group sex as long as it's consensual. I think I've tried most positions, and I'm always game to try a new one!"
The panel chair commented, "that fits right in with our whole desire, that sexuality should be fun for everybody involved, without force or manipulation. Team-members, including cheerleaders, are all regularly tested for STDs, and the pill is prescribed without cost for all women."
The panel chair next asked, "would you undress for us please?"
Sara had been forewarned that this was coming. Without hesitation she rose to her feet as she stripped off, in one motion, her T-shirt, and next reached behind to unclasp her bra, which fell easily to the floor. She stepped out of her flip-flops as she put her fingers between her shorts and her thighs, and peeled them, together with her thong, to the floor. Standing fully naked before the panel, she exclaimed "I'm proud of my body, I know it is attractive, and I love it when people enjoy it. But in the spirit, as you put it a moment ago, of the closest intimacy including sexual intimacy, why don't you three people take off your clothes too?"
A shocked silence...then the male panel member, slowly getting to his feet, suggested, "I think Miss 176 makes an excellent point, and I'm going to agree," as he stood, plucked his shirt out of his shorts, unbuttoned, and peeled it from his slim and well-muscled body. In the next motion he unbuckled his belt, and his shorts dropped to the floor.
"I'd like to ask Miss 176 to honour me by taking the last step." Sara could already see the tent rising in his boxers as she moved towards him, knelt down, and pulled his boxers down, carefully stretching the waistband over the rising excitement of his cock. When it was erect and free at last, she let the boxers drop to the floor, clasped his aroused and straining cock with both hands, and asked, "how much intimacy would you like?"
The panel chair interrupted, "probably that's enough for an interview...but I'm going to agree with your suggestion, Miss 176, and we will all undress to be intimate together...I will say", she declared as she divested herself of shorts (and thong), blouse and bra, "that this is the first candidate who has ever made this proposal, which I find utterly intriguing." Meanwhile her other panel member was also rapidly divesting herself of clothes, and soon all four people stood, naked, close, inspecting each other.
Sara immediately noticed that she was the only person sporting pubic hair - her luxuriant black bush, from about 3 inches above her crotch, descended into the depths between her legs and (she knew) extended to her anus. The panel chair noticed her glances, and told her "if you are accepted as a cheerleader, one requirement is that you be divested of hair around your cunt. We don't want the spectators, during cheerleading manoeuvres, to be distracted, spying wisps of hair around the edges of your uniform. Are you in agreement with that?"
"Of course! - I've always found it bothersome," Sara replied.
The male interviewer spoke up, "male cheerleaders also lose their pubic hair around their cocks, balls, and assholes - like me! I used to be a cheerleader."
"Let's go next door to the gym, where we can see your lovely body in action," the chair replied. "Carry your clothes with you, and you can put them back on when the demonstration is finished." A door opened, and Sara was led into a gym about 10 metres square, fitted completely with mats and with other gymnastic fittings such as parallel bars, a balance beam, and a trampoline.
For the next 10 minutes Sara executed various floor exercises at the behest of the interviewers - front rolls, back rolls, handstands and handsprings, balances upon one leg, standing and running jumps, and more - Sara was always careful to position herself so her crotch, cunt and ass were perfectly on display. She finished with cartwheels, to the left and to the right, showing her glistening labia as she slowly revolved, with legs spread wide.
Finally Sara was allowed to rest, while the interview panel consulted briefly together. "Excellently done, Miss 176! You seem to have the stuff of a really great cheerleader. If you agree, Tom here has a few extra details that he would like to cover with you."