Cheerleader

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Cheerleader by Subtle Shades Photography
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Cheerleader by Subtle Shades Photography
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Cheerleader by Subtle Shades Photography

Cheerleader

I loved Timothy Evans from the moment I met him. Now some may not believe in love at first sight, but that’s only because you haven’t heard my story yet. I was a waif of a thing, fresh off the bus from Memphis and I had big dreams, and big hair for that matter. And there I was, sitting on the steps of the stadium where the greatest team in the world played football…scared shitless.

Through some strange twist of fate, I had scored an audience as one of the cheerleaders for the team, but right before I entered the building, panic swept over me. Fear froze my bones in place. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t breathe. Everything I ever dreamed of was on the line and I’d be going home a failure.

A tall, well-built man walked right up to me, until I was staring dead at his cowboy boots. My eyes trailed up his body, past his strong muscular legs, a six pack I could have gotten drunk off of and the deepest green eyes I’d ever gazed into.

He took off his cowboy hat and his sandy blond hair blew in the wind. He gave me a proper nod and said, “Is something wrong, darling?”

His accent had a musical lit. All at once, my frozen bones melted. I was a puddle at his feet. I forced myself to stand up on wobbly legs. “No…well yes…I have an audition for the squad and I’m probably just going to go in there and embarrass myself.”

I started to walk down the stairs. It was best to just go home. I wasn’t fit to be a professional cheerleader. He grabbed me by the arm and I swung around, our gazes locked. “Now, wait a minute, darling. I’m going to tell you something my Mama told me when I was just a boy, and it’s served me well all my life. On my first day of peewee football, I was scared to death and she pulled me aside and she said to me, ‘Now Timmy, win or lose, you are still a champion in my eyes. The only real way to fail is not to try’.”

I stood there with his words reverberating inside me. The only real way to fail is not to try. So I went in and I tried. I got chastised for being a few minutes late. But one tryouts began I cheered my ass off. Never had I learned routines so quickly. Never had my movements been so perfect. The coach moved me up front so the other girls could see how to do it right. I didn’t just try. I nailed it.

At the end of the day, when my name got called, all I wanted to do was tell Tim. Maybe offer to buy him dinner as a thank you for his sage wisdom. The first time we practiced as the same time at the players, I scanned the group for number 47, Tim Evans. When I spotted him, he stopped and looked up. He pulled off his helmet, a big grin on his face. I smiled back and waved coyly.

My heart pounded in my chest as he walked towards me, leaving the middle of practice as if it were nothing. “I see you made the team. Congrats!”

“Squad.” I corrected. “And it’s all thanks to you. You have no idea the difference your words made.”

“Awww, shucks, you’re making me blush.”

Just as I was working up the nerve to ask him out, he waved at someone behind me. I turned around to find a bleach blonde standing in the bleachers in a tight dress, with her giant boobs popping out and far too much make up for the middle of the day.

“Can you give me a minute? I was headed this way to check on my girlfriend.”

That’s when I realized, he hadn’t been smiling at me, he’d been smiling past me. Every tried to look chipper while your heart was breaking in your chest? I always imagined my expression at that moment to be a lot like a parrot being strangled. “Oh…okay…I’ll see you around,” I said before dashing away towards practice as tears filled my eyes.

Three years. Three long years of watching the one man I wanted with another woman. It wouldn’t have been so bad if he were less amazing or if she were more so. But every time she opened her mouth, she was either being bitchy, whiney or critical. A guy like Tim deserved so much better. A guy like him deserved a girl that worshipped him. He deserved me.

The first night of the playoffs, I noticed Ms. Bleachjob wasn’t around which was strange for such an important game. After Tim fumbled the ball for the first time I’d known him, I knew something was wrong. After he did it twice more, everyone knew something was wrong. I was just in earshot when the coach pulled him aside and demanded to know why he’d forgotten how to play football and I heard his three word explanation. “She left me.”

“Hit the showers. You’re no good tonight.”

Poor Tim, that harpy broke his heart and all I wanted to do was mend it. I walked over to my coach and whispered in his ear. “I need to go to the bathroom. Lady troubles.” I’d learned over the years “lady troubles” was a get out of jail free card with the cheerleading coach. He immediately waved me away and I headed off to follow Tim.

When I reached the locker room, I wasn’t sure he’d gone there because the lights were off. But the sound of running water in the distance let me know that he was in fact there.

I headed over to him, my cheer leading uniform hitting the floor as I made my way to the showers. He looked up at me in the darkness. “What? What are you doing?”

I stepped into the enclosed space with him, warm water drenching my hair and running down my back. I stood in front of him and uttered the words that would forever change my life. “The only real way to fail is not to try.”

He blinked a few times, letting my words register. He wrapped one arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. He kissed me deep and hard. His hands ran all over my wet skin as my hands explored his firm slippery body.

He lifted me from the ground and I entwined my legs around him. He pushed his rigid member deep inside me and once he was in to the hilt, he fucked me hard. My back slammed against the shower wall as he thrust into me. But I didn’t care. I clawed into his back. “All yours baby, fuck me as hard as you need to.”

He growled. His pace increased. His lips captured mine again and his tongue darted into my mouth. I moaned against his tongue as he sent me reeling. All the years of silent longing built in my body as one explosive orgasm that made me dizzy.

A few moments later he gave one more deep thrust and filled me with his jizz.

I stroked his wet hair as he lowered me gently back down.

After we cleaned ourselves and got dressed, we could still hear the game going on above us. From the sound of things, we were winning.

We walked to the parking lot together and he stopped at his car, but didn’t move to get in.

“What’s wrong?” I asked.

“I just realized. I don’t have anywhere to go,” he said in near shock.

I took his hand and held it between my own. “There’s always my place.”

Cheerleader

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