Cheers, by Toad

Written by Squire

[Caution: An adult story, full of terrible and nasty things, guaranteed to ruin your brain, vision, etc. If you're under-age, very religious, or a lawyer .. you shouldn't read this. Especially if you're an easily mislead cheerleader. Or are married to one. Or your sister's one. I'm sure cheerleaders aren't _all_ like this. Right? Right? ]

Sam's a lawyer, good income, busy, active life. But he always takes time to keep himself connected with a special part of his youth he always enjoyed. He still makes special trips to his home town in Georgia, just to go to the local high school football game that happens on many Friday nights during the fall. At the big post-game bonfire he runs into his ex-wife Beth. They're still friendly, had divorced mostly for irreconcilable differences. (He wanted to follow career opportunities in North Carolina, but she wanted to stay in her home town where her family is well known and influential.) She didn't even insist on alimony at the divorce. They've even had sex numerous times since the divorce.

The two exchange a hug and friendly greetings.

"Well, Sam, you're certainly looking well. Feel like maybe getting together this evening?"

Sam considers his ex-wife's proposition. She certainly looks attractive enough in her snug jeans and jacket, but for some reason he's just not in the mood for even casual sex with her.

"I'm sorry, Beth .. I've already made other plans. But it's good to see you again. Maybe next time I'm in town?"

It wasn't just a disinterest in his otherwise attractive ex-wife. The two young cheerleaders that had been flirting with him all evening might have something to do with it too. Not that he's that interested in young cheerleaders or anything, he reminds himself, but it's fun teasing with them.

Disappointed, the ex-wife bids him good-night and walks away. She decides however to stick around and keep an eye on him, curious as to those "other plans."

Around the fire, a few yards away, the two young cheerleaders are exchanging secretive whispers.

"Do you think he has enough money, Buffie? Those jackets are real expensive! Are you sure some guy would just buy them for us?"

"I think I know who he is. He's some rich lawyer that grew up here, has a real nice car and everything. I'm sure he's got plenty of money. We just have to convince him to spend some on us, that's all!"

"I saw him talking with that woman. It sure looked like she was coming on to him, the way she smiled and everything, but he sure didn't stick with her. Maybe he isn't horny."

"Well, maybe it's because he's already got the hots for us! I know we really had his attention a little while ago when we were talking with him, before we had to do those cheers. And he watched us real close the whole time we were cheering too!"

"Well, maybe so. But do you think we'll really have to let him fuck us to get him to buy us stuff? Maybe he'll just want to go out with us or something."

"I don't think so! These kind of guys don't want to take anybody young like us anywhere. They just like us for our bodies anyway. But I guess _I'd_ fuck him, for one of those jackets. It's not like he's old or fat or something. He doesn't look too bad at all, actually!"

"Well, maybe if we just teased him or offered to dance naked or something. I know guys get real excited at the topless bars when girls dance naked there, you know, tipping them and everything. You think he'd buy the jackets for us, if we gave him a really hot strip tease or something?"

"I don't _know_ how to strip tease, Suzy! What makes you think you're such a great dancer anyway? I watched some of those girls once, and I think that's a lot harder than you think. Plus, I already _know_ how to fuck guys, and I _know_ he'd be excited about that! Besides, what's the big deal about letting him fuck us anyway?"

"Well, what about if it were some rich old fat guy? Would you still let a guy like that fuck you for one of those jackets? Yuck! That would be gross!"

"Well, sure, I wouldn't care if it were some old guy .. heck, it wouldn't take any time at all, those old guys come so fast. I'd rather let him fuck me than have to suck his dick. Why, wouldn't you?"

"Yeah, well, I guess so, but it would still be gross! Those sure are nice jackets, but there's no way I'm going to get a hundred and fifty dollars from my folks, not even for my birthday!"

"Besides .. we aren't talking about some old fat guy. This is a kind of young guy! He's even pretty good looking! I wonder what he'd be like in bed?"

"Well, let's keep on playing with him. He's got real nice clothes; I'll bet he could afford those jackets, one for each of us! What about if we _both_ promised to fuck him? You think he'd buy a jacket for each of us?"

"Well, it's sure worth a try. He's acting like he's interested anyway. He sure didn't encourage that other lady. Boy, did you see how she was making eyes at him?"

"Yeah .. I guess he likes cheerleaders more than rich ladies, huh? Especially you, Buffie. I saw him keep looking down at your sweater. I wish I had bigger tits like you."

"Well, don't worry about it. I think your tits are just fine. Plus you have better legs than me! I'll bet this guy thinks you're just as sexy as me!"

Walking back around the fire, they rejoin the older man and continue their teasing and flirting. The inexperienced girls aren't good at clever talk and double entendre, and are forced to be clumsily frank to get their message clear to the seemingly dense lawyer.

"So if we had a really good friend, you know, somebody was that really generous .. well, you know, we could probably go someplace where we could all be alone? And we could show our friend some really special cheerleader tricks! You know, kind of .. special things, maybe things that showed a lot more than we were showing here?"

The two girls rub up against the lawyer, smiling up at him.

"But we wouldn't do this for just anyone, you know. Because there were these really nice leather jackets at the mall, you know? And we'd really only want to be, you know, friendly? With some real nice guy who'd want to buy those jackets for us?"

Excited by their young bodies and flirting ways, the lawyer gives in to the temptation. Few people here would recognize him, and the crowd is rapidly thinning out anyway.

"Well, girls, no one's ever called me stingy! I think if you had a really special cheerleading act, if you girls were really friendly to a lonely lawyer from out of town .. I wouldn't hesitate a minute about going shopping with you! But I'd have to have a good reason, you know!" He smiles at the two girls invitingly.

Buffie and Suzy exchange quick glances and a final nod of decision.

"OK, Mister Lawyer. Know anyplace we could go?"

Remembering his old high school days, he makes a quick decision.

"Sure do, and it's real close too! Look, I'm going to walk out into the dark that way as if I were going to my car." He quickly points toward the high school buildings. "You two follow along a minute later, OK? It might not be a good idea if we were to walk away together. People might talk, you know."

The girls nod. They don't want any reports of this evening's activities getting out either. The jackets are nice, but not at the expense of their reputations. Such as they were.

Sam nods, turns, and walks away into the dark beyond the circle lit by the bonfire. A quick glance over his shoulder confirms it: the two cheerleaders are following him. He smiles in eager anticipation. It's been a _long_ time since he's fucked a cheerleader, and now two of them are coming on to him. Once concealed in the dark, he waits for them. Arm in arm, the three new friends quickly walk over to the first tall building, the high school gym. The girls giggle as they hug his arm, pressing their young breasts and slim hips against him as they walk. It's closed and dark after the game. The side door hasn't been fixed and still pops open when he kicks the bottom. The girls giggle. "You've sure been here before!"

The three of them enter the dark gym, and he unrolls one of the big wrestling mats.

"You were going to show me some special tricks, girls? I think we'll be perfectly safe here, just so we don't make too much noise. You aren't going to make a lot of noise now, are you?"

The two girls giggle and exchange glances. "Well, we might! It depends on how excited you get us, isn't that right, Buffie?"......(cont)