Cheer practicing with friends

Vi loses her balance, stumbling over but catching herself before she slams into the foam ground.

“You okay?” A worried voice asks her, gently touching her back, the other holding her shoulder.

Vi stands up and looks at the red-haired fellow cheerleader. “Yeah, I’m okay. Thanks, Nance. I don’t get how you keep your balance so easily.”

Nancy lets go of Vi once she straightens up, blushing with a wide grin. “That’s all I have going for me, though: the balance. I can’t move like you do. You’re genuinely such a natural; no wonder you were the special ‘captain's choice’.”

Vi’s turn to blush, any reminder of Ophelia’s apparent interest in her causing her to feel giddy. “Yeah… She hasn’t really explained that. Apparently it’s just a thing the leadership team can do.”

Nancy walks over to their bags, her squishy butt swaying with each step; Nancy seems to possess a natural grace to her. She plops down on the ground and tilts her head back as she lets the water flow down her throat. She wipes her mouth and looks at Vi, who comes over to join her. She subconsciously bites her lip, the sports bra Vi wears with her yoga pants not doing much to cease the jiggle of her breasts. Vi replies, lying down on the ground, resting her head on her gym bag. “I wish she would tell me something, though. Right now I’m just working on improving… Well, everything. It’s tiring.” She chuckles, looking over at Nancy, who is too slow to react, her eyes snapping to her face well after Vi turns, her perving on Vi’s breasts prematurely ended. Vi grins. “At least you know you have to work on your rhythm and dancing.”

Nancy looks away. “Yeah… Jane really drives me hard.” Vi watches with interest as Nancy practically shivers.

Vi takes the chance to perv on Nancy now, her eyebrow cocking as she looks at her toned legs, up to her own full chest. Vi hasn’t asked yet; she’s not sure if she will, but it is fascinating that Nancy possesses a large chest that she prefers to tightly bind down. “Since we’re taking a break. Tell me more about yourself? I think we should stick together, right?”

Nancy blushes and looks at Vi’s purple eyes. “Hmm. Well. What do you want to know?”

Vi shrugs. “What are you studying? You single? Just anything.” Vi giggles.

Nancy runs her hand through her asymmetrical hair. Wiggling her toes as she ponders the question. “Uhm, well, I’m studying sports science. I’m the same as you- single. Uhm, I’m just a first-year; cheerleading was a backup since I didn’t get into the swim team. I was hoping to do it for fun, but it turns out this school is actually competitive in the state.”

Vi cocks her head. “You think I’m single?”

Nancy nods. “You’re not?” Her eyes start to go wide. “What about the other day? At Ophelia’s place? The pictures and everything…?”

Vi is once again faced with the decision of whether to reveal her relationship dynamics to someone else. This time, she decides to skirt the details.

“No. No… I have a boyfriend. Who I love very much… But since we’re in college… We’re allowed to have a little… fun.” She smiles.

Nancy’s eyes sparkle. “That’s insane… Does he know… About what happens… If we’re on the team and the boys win?”

Vi nods.

“He’s okay with it?”

She nods again. “It’s up to us anyway; maybe we don’t join in, right?”

She nods slowly. “Right. Right…”

“I had a boyfriend… At the start of the year… We’d been dating since high school; this year would’ve been year 3… But he didn’t get into this college, and he decided that he didn’t trust me anymore, and that he didn’t want to hold me back, so he broke up with me over text.”

“What a dick. I’m sorry to hear that.”

She shakes her head. “It’s fine… I’m over it… Besides.” She casts her eyes down, but Vi can see the sparkle. “College seems like it’s going to be so fun.”

Eventually, Nancy has a class to head off to, so she goes to hit the showers; Vi decides to stay, doing a few more drills, a bit more practising.

She lies panting on the floor, her arms and legs spread, her chest heaving. She cranes her neck up when she hears the door open; she makes eye contact with Ophelia and Jean. Her heart suddenly starts to beat even faster.

Ophelia shows a rare emotion: surprise. She stares for a moment before it’s replaced by her usual confidence. Her eyes turn upwards with a confident grin; she wraps an arm around her boyfriend's neck and pulls him against her, hitching a leg around him. They start to make out. Jean doesn’t care to stop or acknowledge the interlopers' presence. Instead, his hand grabs at her tattooed thigh, pulling her closer against him.

The small hall echoes with the sound of their lips smacking together. Ophelia opens her eyes and stares straight at Vi before finally ending the kiss after what feels like an eternity.

“Hey, Vi…” Ophelia purrs, whispering something to Jean, who takes a hungry look at Vi’s body, sending a thrill through her before leaving her alone with the head cheerleader. “Good to see you’re practising.” She chuckles, reaching her, standing over her, arms crossed. “You really want to get on the team, huh?”

Vi swallows, sitting up and staring up at Ophelia, her eyes dragging up her toned legs, those tight yoga shorts electrifying Vi’s brain, up to her face. “Yeah… You, uhm, vouched for me. I owe you…”

Ophelia chuckles. She lifts her top over her head, revealing her sports bra. “Let me help you.”

Vi almost salivates at the way her nipple piercings poke through the material.

…

“Stop. Hold that position.”

Ophelia walks up behind Vi. She forcefully guides her hips with her hands. Ophelia presses her chest on Vi’s back, pushing down, forcing her to arch while holding her hips. She whispers in her ear. “Feel that?”

Vi shudders. Does she mean her piercings?

“This position, the way it pulls on your hamstrings? This is the correct position; you need to use your legs more.” She punctuates her advice by putting her hand on Vi’s thigh, squeezing gently.

“Y-Yes…”

…

Ophelia sits down in front of Vi, legs spread open, trying to be as flexible as possible. Ophelia smirks. She spreads her legs with her. Vi swallows lustfully; she’s been soaked for so long now.

Ophelia presses her feet against Vi’s, using her own legs to spread Vi even wider. She grabs Vi’s wrists and pushes her legs wider. Vi strains with the effort.

“Fuck.” She groans, head falling back, a mixture of pain and lesbian lust.

“Good girl. Stretch more, open those legs for me.” Ophelia purrs, well aware of what she’s doing.

Vi’s eyes roll back into her head as she obeys, pushing harder, aiming to please.

…

Ophelia watches as Vi goes through the practice routine, sitting on the ground, one leg bent underneath her. “That’s it, Vi. You’ve improved so much. You’ll be on the team in no time.”

“And everything that comes with it, since I assume you’re not getting it elsewhere.”

Vi was almost too lost in her submission to realise what Ophelia said; she stumbles and Ophelia grimaces.

“What was that last part?” Vi says between breaths, Ophelia standing next to her, handing her water bottle to her.

“The bonuses of being on the team.” Ophelia smirks.

“I… do get it elsewhere.”

“Elsewhere indeed.” She chuckles.

Vi swallows the water. She’s not sure what Ophelia is saying; she suspects it, of course, she should say something… But she doesn’t want to upset Ophelia…

“I…” Vi doesn’t know how to phrase this. Ophelia narrows her eyes with sadism as Vi struggles to find the words. “I have….”

Ophelia laughs, rubbing her shoulder and grinning at her, melting Vi. “Don’t worry, babe. I don’t blame you. I’ve seen what you’re working with. I would do the same.”

Vi swallows again; she’s sure that Ophelia isn’t being mean; she just… doesn’t know… “It’s just extra fun… For both of us… together and separate.”

Ophelia cocks an eyebrow. “Hmm?”

“Yeah… Not just me…”

Vi cannot begin to fathom why she’s struggling to just come out and say it.

Ophelia chuckles. “So why train so hard?”

Vi swallows, her thighs burning with pain and desire. “It’s fun… College fun.”

Ophelia studies her, a small smirk playing at her lips. “He would participate? If he was on the football team?”

Vi is grateful for the more direct question. She nods in response.

Ophelia smirks, patting her back before straightening up. “Interesting. Well, keep practising, Vi.” She starts to walk away, but pauses before the bathroom door. “I’ll be in the shower if you need anything.”