War

With the coach arriving and practice officially starting, the girls quickly kick themselves into gear, any semblance of infighting gone. Based on what I know about the coach, she's not one for tolerating buffoonery, and even the troublemakers know better than to tempt fate. No one speaks of what just happened earlier, and Chloe makes no attempt to snitch of Jenn or her lackey. While her gumption is admirable, I'd had hope that she wouldn't be as so stubborn as to deal with the issue herself.

Still, I'm in no position to intervene. Right as practice begins, Chloe gives me a very brief wave and wink, knowing very well that I'd seen her embarrassing fall. The smile that accompanied her wink is playful, as if promising more once we're alone. That expression is all that it takes to get me hard beneath my pants, and knowing her, that's surely her intention all along. In her eyes, the other guys are all irrelevant, and my reaction is all she cares about. That keeps me glued to my seat, letting the rest of practice play out without interfering.

I've seen the routine plenty, from flips to stacks to tumbles. However, it's the first time I've seen it done with a skirt short enough to be illegal in some places. Though Chloe is fast and well aware of her own limitation, some maneuvers still require a bit of flashing. Every time her skirt flips up, her ass cheeks and even pussy lips can be glimpsed for just a tantalizing moment before they're covered.

From what I can tell, the other guys on the bleachers are texting their friends, and the previously small crowd is growing larger, bolstered by the rumors that there's a slutty blonde going commando. The cheerleading team pays their admirers no mind, concentrated on the task at hand, not deviating from their routine lest their rouse the anger of their coach. From right beside me, I can hear two frat guys chuckling, pointing specifically at Chloe, making jokes about how flexible she could be in bed.

At some point, Chloe leaps off the shoulders of those atop the pyramid of girls, doing two front flips before landing in the arms of Jenn and her accomplice. For a second, I was afraid they'd just drop her, resulting in injury or worse, but luckily that didn't come to pass. Instead, they caught her in an awkward pose, hands supporting her upper back and her thighs, using the chance to pry her legs open.

With her facing the bleachers, her skirt riding up from just finishing her flip, and her thighs now parted, everyone could finally get a good look at her slit and the tiny tuft of blonde hair above it. Chloe wriggles, trying to free herself, but it's a futile effort with her feet off the ground and her unable to put any strength into her limbs thanks to her position.

The guys whoop and holler, and Jenn grins widely at them, taking a mock bow as she parades my girlfriend for a moment longer before finally setting her down. Any longer and the coach would've realized something was wrong. Chloe shoots her a glare but just brushes her skirt down the moment she lands, a look that promises retribution.

"Alright girls! That's it for today! Good work!" The coach dismisses them with a wave of her hand, and the girls immediately start gathering their stuff.

"Looks like our locker room is available again," Jenn chirps, pointing at the door that now lacks the yellow warning sign. Incredibly convenient, or just another lie from Jenn. Regardless, everyone is eager to shower off the sweat of their labor, and no one complains as they file in. However, what I do notice is that Chloe's backpack seems lighter than it should be. As if something has been pilfered. However, before I can warn her, she's already in the locker room, and it's not like I can just walk in.