Chapter 15 - Sexy Routines, Part 2

It was amazing to watch the cheerleaders move, those skimpy navy-blue things they called uniforms were way too sexy, leaving their stomachs, arms, and the better part of their legs on display. For the first time, Logan idly wondered when the current version of those uniforms started being used. He recalled that when Hannah and June, Ashley and Victoria’s older sisters respectively, were in school, those were already in use, so it had to be before that. His cock twitched every time he caught one of Heather’s winks toward him, and he had to chuckle when he saw her doing the same to Josh. The only thing that kept his enjoyment from being complete was the way Sharon went out of her way not to even glance at him.

Something had to have happened between the time she left school with her mother on Friday afternoon after their chat with Hartburn and Monday morning. It was too strange and out of character to be a natural development.

Did her mom tell her to distance herself from me? He wondered before frowning and shaking his head. No, it couldn’t be…, Kathryn was eager to apologize to Mom and Dad on Sharon’s behalf. She thinks Sharon corrupted me, he frowned deeper. But what could it be?

Looking at the redhead in that sexy uniform definitely made him miss their countless times together, the way her slender and fit body wrapped around his as he fucked her tight pussy and she moaned like a banshee. Logan missed that sound so fucking much it almost hurt, even if the last time happened just a few days ago, when they got caught.

The memory of his trysts with Sharon finished awakening his dick, the traitorous appendage that proceeded to have him check out the other girls next, not just his best friend and his cousin. Tanya and Juniper, besides Heather, were the most enthusiastic ones amongst the seniors, their large busts bouncing in time to their moves as the skirts swished around their athletic legs. Ashley and Sharon, normally so prolific, were clearly affected by whatever that was bothering them, taking longer to follow Heather’s instructions. It made him acutely aware of how cute and attractive Ashley looked in the tiny uniform, her petite body moving swiftly once she shook off that funk she seemed to be under, and when the others tossed her up, it was easy to see the light-blue panties under her skirt, something that almost wrenched a groan out of Logan. Madison and Amber played catch up, still not fully integrated into the squad yet, but the way their toned bodies moved this and that way, clad in that skimpy uniform, was so fucking amazing to see. Logan even chastised himself for checking out Amber’s round ass when her skirt lifted during a jump, and it was clear from how she occasionally threw him a sweet smile that the brown-eyed blonde was performing for him.

“That’s right, girls!” Heather beamed with praise. “You’re getting so fucking good!”

“Dude,” Sebastian whispered at him. “Is it just me or the squad’s looking even sexier this year? All of them,” he commented. “I didn’t think Heather could replace Verity and the others so well, but damn, she really did it.”

“Yeah,” was Logan’s limited reply, accompanied by a nod. In truth, he was purposefully avoiding glancing at the juniors, sophomores, and freshmen, partly because his little sister was amongst them, but also due to the fact that they had plenty of sexy eye-candy in the seniors, and in theory, didn’t need to check out the others.

“So, Logan!” Heather called out with a devious smirk as the cheerleaders were still practicing the routines. “Do you think Maddie and Ambs are fitting in?”

“Hmm, yeah!” He responded in the same volume, wondering where his cousin was going with this. Madison just chuckled while Amber blushed deeply.

“Stop that, Heather, please,” was Maddie’s playful response, her shapely legs moving about. “My contract didn’t say practices came with an audience.”

“Well, your… contracts… are flexible,” Heather laughed before her attention shifted to Josh. “What about you, Joshy? Didn’t expect Lilith here to be such a great cheerleader, did you?”

The freshman in question threw her captain an annoyed look as she purposefully avoided eye contact with her friend on the bench. Josh coughed at the question and answered a bit meekly. “Uhn…, yeah, I guess.”

“You guess?” Heather insisted, her big tits bouncing enticingly under her crop top as she moved. “Yeah, we’re gonna have to work on that.”

“Not gonna ask me, Heather?!” Sebastian demanded with a grin. Tanya laughed as Heather playfully huffed, the memory of their time together, along with Duncan Lennox, still fresh in their minds.

“I already know all your opinions, Sebastian, don’t worry,” was the cheer captain’s response as her black hair flew wildly.

“All too well,” Juniper purred, briefly running her hands down her slender hips before swiftly twisting herself to resume the routine, causing Seb to chuckle and Josh to let out a sudden gasp.

Logan noticed Eden, the sophomore ginger, performing more for Tristan’s camera than actually following Heather’s exact instructions, and he wondered how long it would be before his cousin called her out on it. Ashley discreetly elbowed her and Logan had to smile at that. His gaze was distracted by Sharon and Timber barking orders to the squad and then Heather chose that moment to smirk at her cousin.

“What about Fiona, dear cousin?” She inquired, her tone dripping with mischievousness. “Think she’ll be a great successor to yours truly next year?”

The Ravers boy unwittingly let his eyes move toward the petite junior, her gray eyes actually closed as she moved viciously, her blonde ponytail whipping the air as she let herself be tossed up by Isabella and Natalia. The generous swell underneath her top bounced as she reached full height. She was definitely in the zone and it was fantastic to watch.

Shit, Logan thought, he didn’t want to get distracted by the younger ones, but it became inevitable at that moment, such was the spectacle that the nimble Fiona was putting on. “I’d say she’s doing really well this year too,” he ended up saying with a firm smile, getting a pleased one in return from the girl in question.

Nat’s curvy form was also a sight to see, and the 17-year-old Latina grinned once she noticed their trio had his attention. Being a handsome, popular guy, and the cousin of their Queen Bee, lots of younger girls, and seniors too from what she knew, fantasized about Logan and that wasn’t much of a well-guarded secret. Isabella, on the other hand, playfully rolled her eyes at her big brother, knowing that sometimes guys couldn’t help but be guys.

Logan had unconsciously developed an automatic way of not letting his gaze wander to his sister by now, but Sebastian more than made up for that, his brown eyes reluctantly glued to his best friend’s little sister’s shapely body, highlighted even further by the skimpy uniform.

Shit, Bella unconsciously echoed her brother, blushing at the attention cast upon her from the boy she thought she had a crush on. The sophomore Ravers wondered if she could ever get him in a situation like the one she shared with Kurt at the party last weekend, perhaps going a little further this time.

“Alright, last routine! Raddler, stop focusing on Lakefield’s camera for a second and listen,” Heather announced, spreading her arms. “Let’s freestyle it a little and see how it goes!”

Victoria wasn’t paying that much attention, since she was focused on her laptop, but the boys did, oh, they did. Heather stepped forward with Tanya and Juniper, the three girls running their hands down their sides as their bodies undulated. Ashley and Madison threw their backs to each other, and so did Sharon and Amber, their shoulders doing a shrugging motion to both sides. Behind them, Fiona, Timber, Natalia, and Isabella began twisting their hips back-and-forth, while Eden and Pamela also threw their backs to each other, the same move that Lilith and Leona did, shimmying their shoulders to the beat of the song Heather had put on.

The boys had their gazes locked to the performance, admiring shapely busts, butts, and legs as the cheerleading squad moved their bodies in that skimpy navy-blue uniform, the skirts doing nothing to hide the most diverse ensemble of panties, from the most plain cotton ones to the extremely seductive lace numbers as the girls took turns tossing each other up. Heather always said that gym shorts beneath the skirt was lame as fuck, after all.

“Fucking hell,” Logan whispered at the sight of Sharon’s lacy green panties between her long, fit legs, and Tanya’s silver thong getting swallowed by her ebony cheeks. Noticing Amber’s blush again made him unwittingly follow her waist as she got tossed up, her toned legs revealing some simple white fabric under her skirt. Just because they were so near each other, his eyes wandered toward Fiona again, her chest bouncing as Timber and Nat propelled her up and she executed a flawless backflip that had her fellow juniors breaking the routine for a moment to clap at their friend. Needless to say, the Ravers boy was quite impressed.

“Dude…,” Sebastian muttered at the veritable feast of eye-candy in front of him. Heather’s inevitable presence, Tanya’s voluptuousness, and Juniper’s sinful curves were the first to draw his attention, but after their short dance at the pool party, he couldn’t help but gaze at Ashley’s petite form as well, her legs doing their best to hide a silky light-blue pair of panties. Still, his dark eyes were inevitably drawn once more to Isabella’s shapely curves.

Tristan didn’t have much of a chance to check out anyone other than Eden, and he had to remind himself she was his childhood friend as he filmed her moving, jumping and getting tossed by the others. He tried not to notice her, but the other guys certainly did. The freckled ginger was quite cute, after all. Often paired together with Pamela, another sophomore beauty, they could’ve made a blind man see again.

Madison was another one who seemed to be fitting into the cheer squad’s routines as if she had been with them since freshman year, her tall, toned body elegantly executing every move Heather had concocted with Piper Rossi, the PE teacher who also served as Cheer Coach. Piper couldn’t be there that afternoon, but the way Heather acted made some people wonder if they even needed a coach. But back to Madison, the boys felt a bit frustrated because neither of the angles they got of her allowed them to see what kind of underwear she was wearing, by some miracle. Leona, the youngest freshman, proved Heather right in her insistence to recruit her by absolutely nailing the routines with flawless grace, but the boys made an unspoken, collective decision not to ogle the young girl, even Josh who was in the same grade.

Suddenly, the entire squad came to a halt at the exact same moment the song ended. They were all breathless and kinda sweaty, but the way the guys clapped and whistled in praise made Heather smile genuinely, and some of the other girls’ cheeks flushed in a darker pink color.

“You guys fucking rock!” Logan shouted, punching the air before he remembered there were younger people with them. “Oh, uhn, sorry.”

“Don’t be like that, you can swear as much as you want,” Heather told her cousin, throwing him a provocative wink. “My squad isn’t for pussies, besides of course, the ones we’ve got between our legs.”

“Heather!” Victoria and Ashley exclaimed in unison, mortified at their best friend as some of the other girls snickered.

“Now, don’t be pussies,” Juniper teased, getting a laugh from Heather.

“Are we done?” Sharon inquired impatiently. Once Heather nodded, she made her way back to the locker room, Logan following her with his gaze until she disappeared from his sight.

I gotta go talk to her as soon as she comes back, he vowed.

Madison quickly excused herself to head for the locker room as well while Amber and Eden made their way to where the boys were sitting. Eden was looking almost a little too energetic as she basically snatched the phone away from Tristan.

“Give it to me! I wanna see how I looked!” The cute ginger gushed as her thumbs flew all over the screen.

Tristan chuckled. “I filmed it just like you told me, so it’s on you if anything looks off.”

As she stuck her tongue at her best friend, Amber gave Logan a sweet smile. “Hi, Logan, it was nice seeing you here today.”

“Oh, I’ve enjoyed watching you all, Amber,” Logan replied politely. He still wanted the girl as a friend, and if she was less naive and more street-smart, he would have loved to hook up with her, as the toned blonde was incredibly hot. However, as things stood, with her crush and sweet personality, he figured it was best not to lead her on. “You’re fitting real good with the squad.”

“You think so?” Amber asked in a hopeful tone, nervously rubbing her hands together. “I was so nervous when Heather and Sharon invited me to try out. They’ve been doing this for so long!”

“Well, granted, I’m not an expert,” Logan chuckled. “But you looked okay to me, and I wouldn’t worry about making a little mistake here and there. If Heather reached out to you, it’s because she believes you can do it, and I’m sure she’d be very happy to give you pointers in case you need it,” he told her. “Shar… might not be so patient,” he added and that earned him a giggle from the beautiful brown-eyed blonde. “But she seems to have a soft spot for you, so you can probably count on her too, and if everything else fails, Ash will definitely be there for you.”

Amber beamed at his response, blushing deeply as she clapped enthusiastically, but before she could say something, Eden groaned next to her. “Dammit, Tristan, you let the others get in front of me too much!” The ginger complained as she scrolled through the video her friend made. “I’m gonna have to make tons of edits!”

“But then I’d have to keep walking around and filming from different angles!” The boy retorted. “I don’t wanna disturb the practice!”

Logan grinned mischievously as an idea came to him. “Hey, Eden, if you don’t want to work Tristan here ragged, you can probably ask Grace Smith to film it for you,” he suggested. “She was filming soccer practice the other day to get extra credit or something, so maybe she could do it for you.”

“Oh, you think so?!” The energetic redhead inquired, her blue eyes lighting up. “I really need this to be perfect for my Pulse account!”

Tristan threw him a grateful look as Logan nodded. “Can’t hurt to ask her,” the senior replied, wondering if he should expect a hunting party after him once Grace got that request.

“Yes! Tristan, you’re officially fired as my cameraman,” Eden laughed. “I mean, be on standby, I might need you again.”

As the two sophomore friends laughed, Logan shifted his gaze to the tunnel that led to the locker rooms and decided to wait for Sharon in front of it, in case she tried to slip by him. At that moment, Heather walked over to plop down on his now vacant seat next to Josh as Juniper followed her, with Tanya and Ashley a couple feet behind. Tanya and Ashley went to chat with Victoria while Juniper stood before the two cousins.

Josh’s gaze, though, was fixed on Lilith, who was coming toward him. The freshman with dirty-blonde hair let out an annoyed sigh.

“So, I guess the cat is out of the bag now, huh?” She remarked.

“I… had no idea you wanted to be a cheerleader, Lilith, it…,”

“I don’t have to tell you everything I wanna do, Josh,” Lilith interrupted her friend with a small smirk.

“Settle down, kids,” Heather laughed, wrapping a hand around her younger cousin’s shoulders, making him blush. “Lilith can do whatever she wants, Joshy, and don’t you agree she did one hell of a good job?”

“Yes,” he nodded frantically. “And if you guys let me talk, I’d tell you that’s exactly what I thought, Lil.”

“Oh…, well, good!” Lilith blurted out, causing Heather and Juniper to snicker.

“All the new girls did a great job,” Juniper drawled, twirling a lock of her sandy-blonde hair around her left index finger. “Can’t get over how sexy our squad’s gonna look in games.”

“My thoughts, exactly,” Sebastian butted in, grinning at both Juniper and Heather. “But then again, with such sexy girls leading the line, they had to be great too.”

“Why, thank you, Sebastian. You flatter me,” Juniper winked at the boy she had fucked a few times in the past while Heather just rolled her eyes, wondering if playing with her friend during that foursome was gonna turn out to be a bad decision.

<em>If he doesn’t keep his trap shut…,</em> the cheer captain pondered before she quickly replaced that frown with another one of her smirks when Lilith excused herself to go to the locker room. “So, Josh, what do you think about Pamela?”

Josh’s gaze quickly shifted toward the spot where his other older cousin, Isabella, was chatting with the cute aforementioned girl, both of them a year older than him. “Uhn…, she’s a great cheerleader, I guess?”

Heather exchanged a grin with Juniper before turning to her cousin again. “I meant how cute do you think she is, Joshy,” she clarified, tightening her grip around his shoulders. “She’d be a nice pair for the Homecoming Dance, don’t you think?”

“Oooh, Josh,” Sebastian laughed, elbowing the younger boy. “Heather has a point, you know?”

Josh sputtered, he definitely wasn’t expecting that question. It made him blush, his breath already a little uneven due to his sexy cousin’s body touching his own so closely. “Uhn…, well, I never thought I could ask someone older than me,” he replied, trying to get himself under control. “I was thinking about going with Lilith and Nico, just as friends.”

“We’re definitely gonna have to work on getting you up to speed with high school,” Heather rubbed his upper arms, her busty chest brushing against his body and making his legs tremble. “Keep the Lilith idea, though, it’s a nice option for you.”

“You’re just starting out, don’t worry too much. Four whole years of fantastic and pleasurable experiences ahead of you,” Juniper pointed out, which surprised Josh, as people in his year often said she was an unapproachable femme fatale, and he never got to really talk to the blonde the times Heather had her over at the Manor.

“Listen to Jun, buddy,” Seb said. “She knows what she’s talking about.”

“Hey! I do too, you know?” Heather retorted, her expression turning into a mix of a grin and a frown.

“Oh, I know that now,” the Latin boy grinned like the cat that ate the canary. “How could I forget?”

Logan was leaning against the wall of the tunnel when Sharon came out of the locker room. His beautiful best friend did a brief double take at the sight of him, but then froze in her tracks, his blue eyes holding her green ones for a few moments before he let out a sigh.

“Alright, Shar,” he said. “Are you planning on telling me what’s wrong?”

She stared at him for a second longer. “You mean besides the obvious?”

“Yes, besides that,” he uncrossed his arms and took a step toward. “C’mon, Shar, you never let punishments get you down like this.”

“Who says I’m down?” She retorted, as if he had just spoken a big absurd.

“What are you on, dammit?” Logan’s eyes widened a bit. “You don’t talk, you don’t look at me, you… don’t smile, you don’t laugh…, where’s my best friend?”

Her bottom lip trembled for a second, but he didn’t notice, his gaze holding hers firmly and unwavering.

“Tell me, Shar,” he reached for her arm, but thought better at the last moment and pulled his hand back. “Did I do something to you? Is this about Lisa and I at the pool party?” He finally inquired. Even if she wasn’t there, he knew that Heather or Ashley must have mentioned something. But those kinds of things had never bothered her before.

“You can fuck whoever you want, Logan, you know that,” Sharon sighed, not meeting his eye again. “I dunno, maybe it’s time for me to do the same,” she quickly said and then stormed past him.

For several seconds, Logan stood there watching the direction she walked away, unable to say or do anything. They had never made any relationship between them official, purely to avoid commitment, and in the past, she even indicated enjoying to know when he fucked other girls. He knew she had some one-night stands of her own, and even though the first few times stung, he became used to it, because again, they didn’t want to commit to a relationship. Maybe because deep down, they knew it could ruin their friendship. Now he wasn’t sure if she was tired of that and got angry at him getting involved with another girl or just wanted to sleep around with a clean conscience. She couldn’t be just blaming him for getting caught when she was the one who dragged him into that bathroom.

“Look where all that took us,” he whispered to the empty hallway, balling his right hand into a fist as he desperately wished he could be in the gym at the Manor, demolishing the punching bag with Sebastian or all by himself.

His parents’ words the other day reinforced in him the need to search for a girlfriend, so all this endless loop could finally end. Logan knew that if Sharon wanted it, he would drop everything to be with her and only with her, but if she wanted to continue being afraid of where it could take them, then so be it, he decided. It would hurt like hell, but he would look elsewhere and give her the space she so desperately wanted.

“Oh, look, there’s our king,” a new voice said, and he turned to the tunnel’s entrance, where Fiona, Timber, Natalia, and Leona were coming toward the locker room. The latter had been the one responsible for the remark.

“King? What are you talking about, Leona?” Timber inquired with a chuckle.

The 14-year-old girl grinned. “Well, I just figured that since Heather is our Queen, then Logan was our King,” she clarified in a bit of a rant. “Maybe that makes Sebastian and Cody the knights… oh, does that mean Josh is a prince?”

Fiona smiled fondly at her younger sister before turning to the older boy. “Ignore her, Logan, my sister’s just a little too obsessed with medieval fantasy,” she said before giving a light push on Leona’s back, urging her forward. “Go to the locker room.”

“Alright,” Leona nodded and then, after thinking for a moment, curtsied at Logan. “My king,” she said before scurrying to the locker room.

“Sorry about her,” Fiona said, a bit hesitantly.

“It’s okay…, I guess,” Logan replied, a little stunned as he gazed at the three younger girls, aware of how beautiful each one of them was as a fleeting thought crossed his mind.

“Oh, but you seem down, Logan,” Nat inquired, throwing the Ravers boy a smirk. “What’s wrong?”

“Sharon just passed by us, you dummy,” Timber elbowed the Latina.

“Yeah, it’s obvious they had a fight,” Fiona added, frowning at her friend. “Stop bringing it up.”

Logan had to smile at the hushed conversation. “Girls, it’s not like that, Sharon and I are just friends,” or were they, he had to wonder about their current status after her outburst.

“Oh?” Fiona frowned in confusion. “I could swear you guys had something.”

“Yeah, you’re always sharing little laughing moments left and right,” Natalia commented, crossing her arms as the gears in her mind came alive with schemes.

Logan shrugged, a little smile on his handsome features. “Well, that’s friendship for you,” he said. “I’m sure you girls laugh together all the time, go places together, it’s… natural.”

“The… King… has a point, you two,” Timber smirked, a hand going to her hips as she unconsciously leaned against the wall next to him.

“Fiona is right, though, we did have a bit of an argument,” the senior told the junior trio.

“Oh, that’s sad,” Natalia asked, leaning against the wall to his other side. “What about?”

“Nat, don’t be nosy!” Fiona chastised, nudging her friend.

“It’s fine, Fiona,” Logan drawled. He didn’t know how aware the girls were of that fact, but they had him basically surrounded by the wall next to their locker room. The Ravers boy didn’t want to consider younger girls as real possibilities, he didn’t need to, but Sharon had lit a fire deep inside him, and right now, his parents’ worries about him turning into his uncle were slowly slipping from his mind, giving way to frustration. “I’ll tell you girls what’s going on. Sharon and I do have something that we never made official, but it seems she doesn’t want it anymore.”

“Oh, you poor thing!” Timber exclaimed, the fingers of her hands nervously linking together.

“You know what? Her loss if you ask me,” Natalia agreed, quickly nodding as her right hand inched closer to him.

Fiona’s gray eyes widened as she watched her friends, wondering what the hell they were playing at, but she was intrigued as well. They were a year younger than the core group of cheerleaders, and their captain’s hot cousin always seemed unreachable for girls like them. She never wanted to throw herself at him, though, even if the thought alone made her unconsciously glance at the entrance of the tunnel to check if anyone was coming their way, deep down wishing to see where this was going.

“Nat… Timber, w-what are you doing…,” she feebly whispered.

“Aww, don’t be such a killjoy, Fiona,” Natalia retorted with a smirk toward her fellow cheerleader. She had already caught Logan’s train of thought.

“Fiona,” Timber softly said, reaching over to rub her best friend’s arm in a reassuring gesture. “You don’t need to stay if this is too much.”

The sound of Heather and Tanya’s laughs coming from the court toward the entrance of the tunnel gave the whole conversation a sense of urgency. What exactly was about to happen? Logan allowed his arms to encircle Timber and Natalia’s shapely waists as the seconds ticked down on the clock. Only if they wanted to, he told himself.

Author’s note: I want to respect Chyoa’s rules and readers’ preferences when it comes to content, hence why there's a Chyoa version and an AO3 one, so I can write what I want and readers can choose what they are comfortable reading. The chapter that will follow this one can only be posted on AO3, and I’ll drop a link to it when the next Chyoa chapter is posted.