Ophelia’s invitation

Vi lets out a shaky, long yawn as she presses her fingers to her forehead.

“You okay?” Erik asks playfully, gently rubbing her feet as she stretches out on the couch.

“Yeah… Just super nervous.”

“It’s just like a normal hang out babe!” Erik tries to reassure her, patting her shin as he smiles at her.

“With… Opehlia…” Vi swoons, putting her face in her hands again. “And why did she say to wear this long ass skirt?” She whines, throwing her head back and sinking into the couch, tossing the skirt up.

“Maybe she’s going to test you or something? She did say she had something big to tell you, right?”

Vi drops her hands and nods. “Yeah… Something that has been make-or-break for other cheerleaders in the past.”

Erik shrugs. “I’m sure it’s nothing too crazy, right? She’s probably just trying to scare you or something.” Erik chuckles, still trying to calm Vi’s nerves.

“Maybe…”

The door to the sorority mansion swings open, and a tall young blonde woman opens the door, and she looks down at Vi. “Who are you?”

‘Do I just have a thing for tall girls? What’s wrong with me?’ Vi thinks to herself as her heart doubles in rhythm.

“Uh. Ophelia. Said to come here…”

The girl stares at her, chewing on some gum, her hand in her track pants pocket, she leans against the door frame. “Who’s Ophelia?”

Vi’s heart drops, she fiddles with her dress, feeling small as she stares at the other girl’s legs. “Ophelia…? Head cheerleader… She said she was part of this sorority.”

The girl purses her lips, narrowing her eyes. “I’ve never heard-“

“Lauren! Stop being a bitch! Let her in!” A voice calls from inside the house. Vi takes a chance to peer in when the blonde turns and smirks. Ophelia stands at the top of the stairs. “Vi! Get up here!”

The blonde girl smirks at Vi nodding upwards.

Vi has to squeeze past her, she may have allowed her to walk in, but she's not given her any space to walk in comfortably, so inadvertently, Vi’s breasts press up against her as she walks past. She scurries up the stairs where Ophelia waits.

“Ignore her,” Ophelia says to Vi before she calls down the stairs. “Don’t you have a girlfriend to get back to?!”

The girl blows a bubble with her gum as she looks up at Vi and chuckles. She closes the front door and disappears around the corner of the room.

“Ignore her. She’s a flirt.” Ophelia says, putting a hand on Vi’s lower back possessively and leading her through the hallway.

“She’s Bi?” Vi asks.

‘“HA!” Ophelia snorts. “Don’t let her hear you say that, she’ll murder you. No. She’s gay as hell. Women only for her.”

“I see…” Vi says softly.

“You’re so tense.” Ophelia remarks, stopping at a door and putting her hands on Vi’s shoulders. Peering down at her. “Relax. It’s chill. Just getting to know a few of the girls.”

Vi looks up into Ophelia’s eyes, a small shuddering breath sneaking past her lips.

Ophelia leads Vi into her bedroom.

Ophelia introduces her to some of the other girls, most of them senior cheerleaders, Sage and Jane — the vice captain she met the other day, and the other relatively newer girl; Nancy, wearing an outfit very similar to Vi’s. Her heart thunders, and the two new girls, tensely hug. Both of them as nervous as each other, Vi is much too nervous to really take a proper look at Nancy.

Ophelia sits between Sage and Jane, putting an arm around the redhead to her left, and the brunette on the right.

“Now girls. Welcome to the team.” Ophelia slowly scans the two girls standing in front of the bed. Nancy on the left is red with nerves. Her hands are balled into fists by her side. Vi similarly shakes with tension, her hands clasped together, standing shoulder to shoulder.

Ophelia smirks at the two, crossing her legs, she turns to Sage. “What are your thoughts on the newbies, Sagey?”

Sage swirls the glass of wine in her hand, scanning Nancy first, head to toe, settling on her face and tilting her own as she studies the blue-haired girl. “I like this one.” She says lowly, “She would fill a certain niche wouldn’t she?”

Jane giggles on Ophelia’s right, nodding in agreement. “The short-haired tomboy niche?”

Sage licks her lips. “A niche I’m a big fan of.” She looks Nancy up and down again. “You wear a binder; don’t you?”

Nancy’s eyes go wide and she blushes furiously, she does a hasty nod. “Yes…”

“Big tits, huh?”

Nancy blushes and stammers.

“Now now, Sage. Don’t harass the poor girl. We don’t want her running off now do we?” Ophelia teases.

Sage and Jane cover their mouths as they giggle. Ophelia turns to Jane. “Thoughts on Nance over here?”

“I’m a fan. As long as she’s okay wearing girly clothes when we perform.” She smirks at Nancy. “It is skirts after all.”

Nancy nods again, apparently much too scared to meet their eyes properly. “Yes… That’s okay… I like dressing girly… sometimes.”

“Good girl.” Ophelia coos, causing a strange coiling feeling in Vi’s heart.

Sage slowly turns her attention to Vi now. “Now you…”

She repeats what she did for Nancy, slowly studying her. “Hot girls are dime a dozen on our team… What makes you so special?” Sage narrows her eyes at Vi.

A beat of silence passes as the three senior cheerleaders stare Vi down, Vi manages a tight response. “I’m confident.” She says in a non-confident voice, causing a small smirk from Jane. “I’m hard working. I’m not afraid to show off, I know what I want and when I know what I want. I take it.”

Sage sucks on her teeth, side-eyeing Ophelia and Jane. “Girls?”

Jane looks at Vi. “I’ve seen her work ethic. I think she’d be a good fit.” She smirks knowingly, putting a hand on Ophelia’s thigh. “Besides, Ophelia is using her freebie, aren’t you, Captain?”

Ophelia smirks, Sage lifts an eyebrow. “Really?”

Ophelia nods. “Yep.” She finds Vi’s eyes. “My one free recruit. No questions asked.”

Vi’s heart flutters.

Jane shrugs before clapping her hands together. “Now you two. This is the last chance you get to quit.”

The girls are standing tense nervously.

Sage speaks. “Right. Vi. What do you think we’re going to say?”

Vi startles. “I... Don’t know…” She swallows nervously. “Should I?”

Sage ignores her, switching to Nancy. “Nancy?”

Nancy’s jaw flexes. “I think so…”

Vi looks across.

“And?” Sage asks.

“Is it optional?”

Ophelia laughs. “Of course it is. We’d never force you to do something you don’t want to.”

Vi looks confused, looking from Nancy to the cheerleaders.

Jane stands up and walks up to Vi, standing next to her she puts an arm around her shoulders. “Nawww. She doesn’t know. Not even a rumour?”

Vi shakes her head.

Ophelia giggles, leaning back on her hands. “Cheerleaders and the football team have always had close relationships, right?” Ophelia continues as Vi nods. “Well. About what, 10 years ago?”

Sage nods in confirmation, Jane stays on Vi gently rubbing her shoulders.

“10 Years. Several of the cheerleaders, happened to be dating some of the footballers. And they just happened to decide to withhold what the players wanted from them every time they lost.” Ophelia grins, her hand idly going between her legs. “Safe to say. Those players were more motivated than ever to get a win. And when they did…”

Jane puts her head on Vi’s shoulder, making a circle with her thumb and forefinger in her left hand that hangs off Vi’s shoulder, her right forefinger thrusting sends a clear message.

“That’s the first year our silly little college won the college championship,” Ophelia concludes.

Vi looks at Nancy, who stares at the ground, face flushed.

Jane gets off Vi and returns to Ophelia’s side. “Get it?”

Vi shakes her head. Completely lost.

“If the boys lose.” Sage makes a cross with her fingers, shaking her head with a smirk.

“And if they win…” Jane says with a grin.

“We let them get even sweatier with us in the locker room.” Ophelia finishes off.

Vi’s eyes go wide with understanding. “That’s why you asked me if…”

Ophelia puts a finger up. “Of course only if you want to.” She looks at Nancy. “The boys know that. We have a system.”

“Which is?” Vi asks, excitement brewing at the thought already, more motivated than ever to push Erik to have his own fun.

“Well, it's simple.” Jane says, she reaches up and grabs her hair, creating a makeshift ponytail, "This is no." She lets her hair fall, "this is yes."

Nancy blushes, "What about... Short hair?"

Ophelia smirks. "Weren't you just asking if it was optional?"

Nancy blushes.

Ophelia chuckles. "Usually the girls with short hair opt to signal a green light by wearing their panties around their wrist." Ophelia shrugs, watching the blue haired girl blush. "It's gonna come off anyway, isn't it?" She looks between the girls. "Though, let me be clear. They play by our rules there. Jean and Andy keep those boys in check." She looks at Nancy. "So, if you decide to signal a yes, but you don't want to fuck, the boys will respect that, we set the terms and rules in there. What happened to the last boy that didn't respect that Jane?"

Jane laughs. "Oh wow. Yeah, Jeremy. He missed the season with a broken wrist. The whole team confirmed he 'tripped'".

Jane and Sage look at each other and grin.

“So,” Ophelia says.

“You two in?”

Nancy and Vi make eye contact for the first time, Vi’s eyes sparkle, Nancy’s shake with nerves.