Sporting Goods

The next day, Kyle agreed to join Brandi while she shopped for the upcoming camp. "Alright, let's head to the sporting goods store. I need to buy some new shoes and shorts for cheer camp," Brandi said, grabbing her purse and checking her phone for the store's location.

As Kyle and Brandi pulled into the parking lot of the sporting goods store, they could see the bright lights and bustling activity inside. Excitement filled Brandi as she eagerly unbuckled her seatbelt and opened the car door. Kyle followed her lead, and together they walked into the store, the familiar smell of new athletic gear filling their nostrils.

As they entered the store, they were greeted by aisles of sports equipment and clothing. Brandi led the way, her eyes locked on the shoe section. Brandi scanned the rows of sneakers, her heart set on finding the perfect pair of Nike Sideline IV cheerleading shoes. She spotted them on the bottom shelf and reached for a pair in her size. "Found them!" she exclaimed, "These are perfect!" she held them up for Kyle to see.

The two of them made their way to the fitting area, Brandi's excitement growing with each step. She sat down on the bench, her heart racing as she eagerly removed her sandals. The salesman, a tall, lanky man with a friendly smile, approached her, offering to help.The problem was, she had forgotten to wear shortd, and was instead in a dress, and she now faced the daunting task of trying on shoes without flashing their salesman.

Brandi's face flushed red as she struggled to maneuver her feet into the shoes while maintaining her modesty. The salesman, noticing her predicament, stepped back, giving her some space. "Take your time, miss. I'll be right here if you need any assistance." Brandi finally managed to get her feet into the shoes. She stood up, the shoes feeling snug and supportive. "Perfect!" she exclaimed, her voice full of relief.

Kyle, who had been watching the entire ordeal, chuckled. "Well, you certainly made that interesting," he teased.

Brandi playfully swatted at him, her embarrassment fading as she grinned. "I'll have you know, it's not easy trying to be modest while wearing a dress."

Kyle nodded in agreement, ready to help her find what she needed. "No problem. Let's get you all set for camp."

"Now, I'll need a few pairs of shorts," said Brandy, but just then, Kyle noticed a pretty blonde and waved her over.

"Brandi, I want you to meet someone. This is Heather, she's the captain of the cheer team," Kyle said, introducing the two girls.

Heather extended her hand to Brandi with a bright smile, "Nice to meet you. Nike Sideline IVs, huh? So, you're trying out for the squad, I take it?"

Brandi nodded, feeling a bit nervous around the captain. "Yes, I am. I'm really excited about it."

Heather's smile faltered slightly, and her tone became more reserved. "Well, the competition is fierce, but I'm sure you'll do great. Have you been practicing?" Practicing? Brandi hadn't done any cheerleading since her freshman year! Maybe this was a mistake.

"I've been working hard and am signed up for the cheer camp. I really want to be a part of the team," Brandi replied, trying to convey an enthusiasm and dedication, that she didn't entirely feel. The cheer captain seemed to sense this.

Heather nodded, seeming to consider her words. "That's good to hear. Just remember, it's not only about your skills, but also about how well you fit in with the team. We have a tight knit group, and we need someone who can gel with us. You'll be competing with girls who have been cheering together since middle school. Don't get your feelings hurt if you don't make it."

Kyle could sense the tension between the two girls, but he decided to interject, "Heather, I'm glad I ran into you. I was actually hoping you could give Brandi some tips on how to improve her chances at the tryouts."

Heather's eyes lingered on Kyle for a moment before she replied, "Of course, I'd be happy to help. Just let me know when and where, and I'll be there." She placed her hand on Kyle's shoulder, giving Brandi a bitchy look that made her shiver. Brandi thanked her graciously, feeling a mix of relief and apprehension. As they parted ways, Brandi couldn't help but notice the flirtatious glances Heather kept throwing Kyle's way.

She couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy, wondering if there was more to Heather's attitude towards her. She and Kyle moved on to the women's clothing section and began looking at shorts. Brandi found several pairs of matching shorts in various cilors and headed to the fitting room. "Let's try these on and see how they fit." She pulled Kyle into the fitting room and he nervously followed, quietly shutting the door behind them and locking it to ensure they had some privacy.

Inside, Brandi slipped into the shorts, under her dress. Doing a little twirl to show off her new outfit, she asked, "What do you think?"

Kyle couldn't help but admire the way the shorts hugged her curves, "You look amazing, Brandi. You'll be the best-dressed cheerleader at camp." He could feel the heat rising in his own pants, the sight of her making him ache with desire. He wasted no time, dropping to his knees in front of Brandi. He reached up, pulling her skirt up her thighs, and pulling down the shorts, revealing her lace panties. With trembling hands, he peeled them down, exposing her wet, swollen pussy.

Brandi let out a soft gasp as Kyle's warm breath washed over her most intimate parts. He leaned in, licking her clit with the tip of his tongue, making her moan softly. He continued to tease her, flicking his tongue over her clit, then diving down to lap at her wetness. Brandi leaned back against the wall, her head falling back as she let out a low, guttural moan. She gripped the edge of the wall, her knuckles turning white as Kyle's tongue continued to explore her.

Kyle could sense her arousal, and he knew he was on the cusp of sending her over the edge. He continued to lick and suck, his tongue dancing around her clit, then plunging deep into her wet folds. Brandi's body began to tremble, her moans growing louder and more urgent. "Kyle... oh, God, I'm... I'm close," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper.

Kyle didn't hesitate, he increased the intensity of his oral ****, licking and sucking at her clit and pussy, driving her closer and closer to the edge. Brandi's back arched, her body stiffening as she finally reached her climax, her orgasm washing over her in waves. As her body quivered, Kyle continued to lick and nibble at her clit, drawing out her orgasm for as long as he could. Brandi's legs finally gave out, and she slid down the wall, collapsing in a heap on the floor.

Kyle crawled up to her, kissing her tenderly on the lips. As they slipped out of the fitting room, they recieved some dirty looks. Apparently Brandi had been to loud. The two of them paid for their purchases and left the store, feeling satisfied with their shopping trip. "Thanks for helping me out, Kyle. I couldn't have done this without you," Brandi said, linking her arm with his as they walked back to the car.

Kyle smiled, feeling happy to have been there for her. "Anytime, Brandi. You know I'm always here for you." As they drove back home, Brandi couldn't help but feel grateful for her supportive boyfriend. She knew that with Kyle by her side, she could conquer anything, whether it was cheer camp or life in general.