Wider Campus Socials: Team motivation - Nancy

Vi and Nancy collapse in the change rooms, both panting as they take long, deep breaths, recovering from yet another session shared just between them both.

Vi had been feeling bad recently. With everything going on in her life- friendships, cheering, swinging, hanging with Erik- she realised that she had barely seen Ari recently, to the point that they went 2 full days without texting —which, for them, is an enormous amount of time. So she organised a quick hang out, just for the two of them, outside the dorm tonight. But because of this, freshman Nancy felt very sad—understanding, but sad that Vi had no choice but to reject her invite to hang out.

“I’m so sorry, girl.” Vi says apologetically, tugging her top off and grabbing a towel. “I’m 100 per cent down to hang out next time, but I already have plans with one of my best friends tonight.”

“It’s okay,” Nancy replies softly. “Water off a duck's back.” She laughs softly. “I’ll hold you to that hang out.”

Vi nods. “Yes! Genuinely! We’ll get drinks or dinner soon! Maybe you could even meet her, my best friend, Ari.”

“I’d like that.” Nancy smiles.

She wasn’t struggling per se. But friends have been a rarer oddity for her. Joining a sorority and a club had been her plan, and with Vi, inroads seem to be happening. Nancy just wishes it would happen faster.

She waves goodbye as Vi hops out of the shower, a quicker-than-usual rinse for the purple-haired girl, the pain of missing hanging out with Ari having really stabbed her in the heart recently.

Nancy sighs, grabbing her phone and towel; she turns at the sound of the locker room door opening again. “Back already, Vi?” She says with a giggle.

“Vi was here? Can’t believe I missed her.”

Nancy stiffens with intimidation as Ophelia stares back at her, that sly smirk already crossing her lips. “Is that disappointment I detect?”

Nancy hastily shakes her head. “No! Of course not! Sorry!.”

Her face almost matches the colour of her hair.

Ophelia chuckles, pulling her shirt off and opening her locker, the toned muscles in her bare back flexing, sending a shiver down Nancy as she stares at her fellow cheerleader.

“It’s a good view, right?” Ophelia asks, peering over her shoulder, intensifying Nancy’s blush.

“Uh-uh- sorry, I didn’t mean to…”

“Mean to what?” Ophelia asks, turning around, her pierced nipples staring Nancy in the face.

Nancy swallows, her mouth falling open as she stares, her nether regions instantly getting warm and fluttery.

Ophelia cocks her head. “You interest me so much, Nancy.” She says, taking a few steps forward. “You seemed like a shy girl at first. I actually was going to vote not to keep you at first.”

Nancy doesn’t have the brain capacity to respond.

“But then you actually did a basic routine for us. And you kinda killed it, which makes sense with your background. But what interested me…” Ophelia reaches down, running a nail down Nancy’s cheek, causing her to moan involuntarily. “Is this side of you?”

Nancy tilts her head into Ophelia’s finger, her lip quivering.

“You’re a bit of a nympho, aren’t you?”

Nancy’s blush intensifies. “No… I’m a virgin…”

Ophelia’s eyes narrow. “That’s not what I asked.” She smirks and takes another step forward, her perfume infecting Nancy’s brain. “I asked if you’re a nympho. How many times a day do you masturbate?”

Nancy swallows, taken aback by Ophelia's questioning. “Three or four times a day.”

Ophelia smirks. “Thought so.”

She sits and crosses her legs, putting a hand on Nancy’s thigh. “And what do you think of losing your virginity to a bunch of horny, testosterone-fuelled athletes taking turns with you?”

Nancy moans again, her entire body shivering as her eyes roll back just from the thought.

Ophelia chuckles. “Sounds hot, right?”

Nancy nods.

Ophelia’s face switches to one of a bit more pity. “It does. Admittedly. But I won’t let you do that.”

Nancy blinks a few times. “What?”

Ophelia sighs, putting her arms back on the bench as she takes on her more caring and mother hen-style persona. “It may not be my place To control how you lose your virginity. But it won’t happen like that. Not while I’m head cheerleader.” She sighs apologetically. “I’m a sexually liberated person, obviously.” She says, drawing a light chuckle from Nancy. “But your first time shouldn’t be like that. It should be private even if it’s just a one-night stand. But I won’t let that happen.”

Nancy nods, the information doing a lot to sober her up. “Oh…”

“I won’t block you from the main squad. But if we win, and you’re a virgin. I’ll instruct all the boys not to touch you.”

Nancy is kinda turned on by the head cheerleader's protectiveness, a direct insight into her mentality.

“Okay… I understand…” Nancy’s eyes sparkle. “Can I… tease them? The team? Like last time?”

Ophelia is confused.

Nancy explains further. “That day… At the sorority house… We took pictures… I want to motivate the team… If I can’t participate… I still want to see a win.”

Ophelia grins. “Oh.” She grabs her phone. “I’m sure they’ll enjoy that. A taste of what they can’t have yet.”