Cheerleader practice

Three days since you got your magic powers and two since the school found out about you and Taylor. Everyone is still talking about it.

You have a couple of friends (who were in a slightly better situation than you before the “event”) who wouldn’t believe it until they saw you making out with Taylor in the hallways.

But still, life goes on and you are still the manager of the senior cheer team. You are in the gymnasium, along with every other member of the team and Ms. Samson.

They’re going through a choreography which you are recording using Taylor's cellphone for them to review later. For all their faults, you have to admit that they are at least dedicated. Well, most of them. You see a few that are putting just enough effort to not get kicked out of the team. You assume they’re here for the popularity that comes with it. You certainly didn’t become the manager due to your passion for the craft.

While you’re recording, your eyes shift to Ms. Samson’s ass. She’s wearing black yoga pants and a tight, sky-blue T-shirt. Her long, blonde hair is neatly arranged in a low ponytail. Her tits seem to be as big as Taylor's or ever so slightly smaller. All of that, combined with her trim figure has made her a target of you fantasies just as much as the other girls.

You decide to make a very strong but subtle change.

You wish that Ms. Samson was deeply in love with you. That she had been for some time. You wish that she wants you both sexually and emotionally. However, she has to keep quiet due to her position in the school. She can’t date a student, so she keeps her feelings to herself and shows them subtly.

“Alright girls, that’s enough for today!” Ms. Samson says. “You have ten minutes to rest. We’ll review the video then.” She turns to you with a bright, kind smile you’ve never seen on her. “John, could you please go set everything up.” She asks you in a loving tone, which you pretend not to notice.

“Of course, Ms. Samson.” You return the smile and answer kindly.

“Thank you so much. We’re so lucky to have you as a manager.” She looks... happier than you've ever seen her.

You leave your wish at that for now. You want to see how that’ll turn out later.

You leave for the club room, which is in the main building. There’s two long tables in it. They’re close and are enough for 20 people to sit around.

You turn on the computer and start setting up the projector, the screen and the video.

As you’re doing this, you hear the door opening. You look to see Megan there, still in her cheerleading outfit.

“Oh, am I the first one?” You don’t know if she’s really asking you or talking to herself.

“There’s like five minutes left.” You tell her.

She hums and nods.

Since you’re now Taylor's boyfriend, the rest of the girls treat you fairly, though you still had to wish they did their own homework. Taylor's is the only one you’re still doing since you have a plan for that which you have yet to put in motion.

As you’re still working, you’re surprised when Megan talks to you.

“So, John, how’s it going with you and Taylor?” It’s such a broad question that you’d think it was meant for idle chatter, but it’s not like you and Megan ever speak at all. That means she must actually be curious.

“It’s been good, thankfully.” You answer honestly. “I’d have thought she would have told you about it though.”

“We haven’t had much time to talk. You’ve been keeping her _very busy _these past two days, you know?”

“Oh.” Well, sex at every moment that seems opportune would do that. You’ve discovered that, while you’re still sort of a quick shot, you are also VERY horny. Meaning you can do it with Taylor at least 6 times a day. That got you praise from her, so that’s good.

“Well, I have plans for tomorrow, so why don’t you hang out with Taylor then?” You suggest, changing the subject. The plan is that you’re supposed to train with Brad as per Taylor's designed schedule.

“That would be nice, wouldn’t it?” She says, sounding dissatisfied.

Oh?

“Is something wrong?” You ask.

“Nothing that you should care about.” It’s the usual answer, but it lacks hostility, so there’s a clear improvement.

Still, it might be because you’ve spent the last two days sticking you dick inside the most intimidating member of the team, but you feel like you’ve gained some confidence to talk back where before you would’ve left it at that.

“If it concerns Taylor, I feel I have the right to know.” You tell her.

Megan raised a brow. “How come?”

“If my girlfriend is having problems with her best friend, then shouldn’t I be concerned?” You ask, curiously. Are you overstepping boundaries? Are you really not supposed to ask? Being new at this relationship thing is hard.

“Oh wow,” Megan says with a complex expression that seems to mix amusement and pittance. “You actually care about her. Poor you.” She mutters to herself, but you manage to hear her.

“What?”

“Nothing. Just… good luck, I guess.” The blonde ends the conversation there.