Game Day Celebrations

“AND LET’S GIVE IT UP FOR THE DALLAS DOVES, FOLKS! WHAT A PERFORMANCE THEY PUT ON, AND WHAT AMAZING GIRLS THEY ARE, ISN’T THAT RIGHT FOLKS!?” The announcer’s voice blasts over the football stadium, lights flashing in every which way possible at you and your cheerleading squad. Your pom poms dance in the bright arena as you wave them to and fro, masking your exhaustion from another excruciating halftime show routine. Fans cheer and drown out most of the action on the field — you see the poster board signs from the sidelines that you stand at:

“GORGEOUS GORGEOUS GIRLS ARE THE DALLAS DALLAS DOVES”

“YOU GIVE ME FLIGHT”

“BLOW ME (A KISS) ALESIA”

That one makes you chuckle a little bit, despite your clearly drained body.

“These fans sure are getting creative aren’t they Allie?”

You turn to Bella, your cheer partner, and put on a fake smile for the fans as you try to discreetly speak to her, “Oh, and they don’t even know the half of it, Bell. Not unless they watch my fan page streams. Which I’m figuring, if they’re a diehard football fan, they don’t. I guess if they ever got the chance with me, they’d run for their lives when they found out.”

Bella laughs as she mirrors your smile, waving to adoring fans, “Yeaaaaah, that’s probably true, unless they’re into that — you never know! Speaking of…” she excitedly sidesteps over to you, “are we having that team bonding exercise after we go in?”

Your eyes widen as you feel a slight pulse below your cheerleading skirt, the tight uniform becoming that much more constricted as thoughts swirl devilishly around your mind. You take a deep breath, letting the sensation play its course, and you look towards Natasha, the cheer captain who’s ebony skin is sinfully glistening in the gleaming stadium light, beads of sweat dripping down where you wish your lips could be. She makes eye contact with you, her hazel gems piercing your gaze all the way to your heart, and you nearly lose all control. Knowing what you and Bella are discussing, she gives a slight nod before turning back to the crowd, flashing her perfect smile, waving her hands and jumping for the crowd, her mouthwatering curves bouncing in sync with her display.

“Looks like that’s a yes from cap’,” you relay to Bell, and you take a pom pom-disguised hand, reaching back and slapping her ass quickly before anyone notices. At her nearly-drowned out squeal, you lean in and give her a breathy whisper: “I’ve never seen it, but I’ve heard that Nat has a cock that can get bigger than mine. If that’s true, we’ll be the first to spit roast you, though I’m not sure you’ll be able to fit us both in you — we’ll just have to figure it out.”

Bella flushes red beneath her showtime makeup, her smile faltering slightly, a shocked expression crossing her face before she returns to her performative grin.

The cheers slowly but steadily fade off in the echoing hallways as you and the squad strut back, triumphant, to the locker room. The girls are all giggling, the chatter of the changing room filled with not-so-hushed whispers as you watch the rest of the game with great intent. It’s only a couple of minutes before the Cowboys take the W, and the locker room bursts out in cheers and screams of joy. Amidst the celebrations, you get a little shake on your watch, and you check to see the notification. You’re supposed to stream in an hour — it wouldn’t be enough time to participate in the post-game celebration to make it back in time. You promised your viewers that you’d put on an extra ‘special’ stream after they reached your subscriber goal last week, so it would be a little like betrayal if you missed the deadline. As you’re mulling it over, captain Natasha steps up on a bench, rising well above the rest of the team, and the hollering ceases almost immediately as all attention turns to her.

“We put on another awesome show, team, and the boys played a great game to top it all off. I’m very proud of our performances, and I think that’s due all to our hard practice and our cohesion as a team. Now… I’m sure most of you girls, if not all of you had heard about a little ‘team bonding exercise’ that’s supposed to take place now that the game is over. It’s not required, but…” Natasha trails off, her hands tracing the lines of her G-cup breasts and the bulge in her skirt, which has now become visible and ever-more noticeable, “I’m sure you’d be missing out on a lot of fun if you were to leave.”

A murmur spreads throughout the squad, the hushed voices of the twenty or so cheerleaders excitedly discussing what’s to come next. Bella slides right up to you, pressing her toned abs against your arm, but not before her huge boobs squeeze into your bicep through her outfit. “You’re staying, aren’t you Alesia?” She, in her petite little 5’-4” figure, looks up at you, batting her eyelashes before flitting her gaze to Natasha.

You could stay for the team bonding exercise, missing the stream almost entirely. You could also leave to stream, which sounds fun enough for you. Or… you could combine the two activities — make it a little extra special for your loyal viewers and the cheerleading squad at the same time.