The cottage. And a surprise

You open the cottage door and call a hello. There are some indistinct noises from the kitchen before Mason steps out, greeting you with a nod. You're about to reply when a pretty redhead in a cheerleader outfit steps out of the kitchen and sways towards you.

She's a vision in pink and white. At tight white sweater with pink rose embroidered on the front, and a short pleated skirt of pink trimmed with white. Her long and shapely legs look utterly delicious, and the coquettish smile on her face makes your cock twitch.

"Hi, you must be Coach Watts," she bubbles, grinning widely and offering her hand. "I'm Grace Mathewson. I came to invite you to cheer practice so you can see what kind of spirit we can bring to your games."

You take her hand, feeling slightly overwhelmed. "Thank you Grace, I appreciate it. Did Ms. Wilder send you?"

"No, this is on my own initiative," she chirps. "I was passing and I thought it would be cool if you saw us. So I knocked on the door and Mr. Carter was kind enough to give me a glass of water. I've been so hot lately, and I get so thirsty. So will you come and see us practice Coach? Please?"

"Well, I'd love to, but I'm not sure this is the right time," you answer, aware that you are almost stammering.

"Awww," she pouts prettily. "It would be so great if you did Coach. Mr. Carter you should come too. We're really good."

"I guess we could stop by for a while," you surrender, looking at Mason with a shrug.

"That's so great!" she chirps, bouncing delightfully. "You'll love it! I promise! We're on the soccer field! See you there!" She scampers out your front door, leaving you and Mason glancing at each other in surprise.