A red rubber ball

You looked over. Your hand was resting on a ball, a bright red ball. That ball was perhaps ten inches in diameter. Although it gave quite easily, it felt a lot harder when it had it hit you in the face. It reminded you of the ball you used when you played kickball in elementary school.

“Are you okay Pat?” a rich baritone called up. You looked up to see Marcus Freeman looking down at you. Marcus was one of the guys on the cheerleading squad. While not the captain of the squad, he was looked up to as one of the leaders of the squad. Like most of the cheerleaders, the six foot six, two hundred twenty pounds junior with washboard abs was good looking and he knew it. Unlike most cheerleaders, the dark skinned twenty-one year old was neither snobbish nor arrogant. In fact, he was quite friendly to everyone.

“Yeah,” you told him as you took the proffered hand. There was undeniable strength in that hand that lifted you to your feet. That wasn’t surprising since male cheerleaders routinely lifted and tossed the girls. You couldn’t help but notice that a good portion of the cheerleading squad was gathered behind Marcus. “What’s going on?”

“Well…” the cheerleader started hesitantly. Despite his dark complexion, you swore that Marcus was blushing. “Since it’s finals week, Coach Hendricks decided to cancel practice. We, uh, sort of decided to hold practice on our own.”

“Practice?” Linda asked incredulously. She held up one of the red rubber balls that had been lying around.

“Not everyone could make it.” Cindy explained, “So we couldn’t do our routine.”

“Calisthenics are so boring,” Melissa added, “So we decided to play dodge ball instead.”

“Dodge ball?” you questioned.

“Sure,” Cindy continued, “It helps us on our reaction time. It allows us to work on hand eye coordination. We can even work on our synchronization,”

“I understand that,” you responded, “What I don’t understand is this…” You tapped Cindy’s bare midriff. Although her tits were still encased in her sports bra, the sweater she had on earlier was gone. Her cheeks grew red. She quickly looked to Marcus. You looked to him as well.

“Well…uh…” he stammered. It was obvious he wasn’t any more comfortable than Cindy had been. “In order to make sure everyone did their best, we decided that there needed to be a stiffer penalty than just sitting the rest of the round out.”

“And that penalty is…” you prompted when Marcus hesitated.

“If you are hit,” he answered finally, “you have to take off a piece of clothing.”

“Strip dodge ball?” Linda asked incredulously. You had to admit it was not something you would have expected from Marcus.

“Well…uh…”

“Kinky…” you said as a smile crept onto your face, “What do you think Linda?”

“Not something I would have thought of,” Linda mused, “But sounds like fun.” You could see Marcus relax.

“I likee.” you added. Any sign of nervousness was gone from the big cheerleader. A large smile appeared on his face.

“If you like that, you’ll love this.” he said, “Vanessa!” A young woman stepped forward. Naturally you looked her over. She looked you straight in the eye. Being barefoot, you put her at five foot eleven. Like most cheerleaders, Vanessa was undeniable attractive. There was a twinkle in her big brown eyes and a wave in her shoulder length jet black hair. However, her most attractive feature was her dazzling smile. It was a smile that looked even whiter because it was surrounded by skin that was black as night. You flashed an appreciative smile.

“In order to make sure everyone keeps safety in mind,” Marcus told you, “There are additional penalties for hitting someone in the face or head.” You tilted your head questioningly.

“Not only do you have to take something off if you are hit or someone catches the ball you throw,” Melissa chimed in, “If you hit someone in the head, you strip.”

“But it was an accident.” Vanessa protested, “He walked into it.”

“Makes no difference.” one of the guys countered, “You said so yourself when I accidently hit Melissa.” Vanessa opened her mouth to protest further, but took one look at Marcus’s scowl and closed it again. Like Cindy, Vanessa was sans her sweater. For a moment, the way she tugged at the bottom of her bra suggested she would take off the tight white garment. However, she quickly slid her hand into the waistband of her skirt and slid it down her shapely dark legs to reveal white panties.

“She also owes you a favor.” Marcus added, “Although you’ll have to wait until the end of the game to collect.”

“Hey!” Vanessa called out, “I thought you said people who hit other players in the face owed them a favor. Pat’s not a player!”

“Fair enough,” Marcus conceded, “I guess you’ll have to play in order collect Pat…Both of you’ll have to play.”