This is my first time attempting to write a story. I didn’t want to just write something short; I like to “world build” when I create things, so I know part 1 doesn’t have much action, but I intend this to be probably 3 or 4 parts. Suggestions are welcome.
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I inwardly groan as my alarm clock starts buzzing. My favorite thing about college so far has been that I don’t have a single class before ten in the morning. I lay there for a couple of minutes before rolling over and turning my alarm off. I like my room to be cold at night, and as I climbed out of my bad, I felt the cool air on my bare legs and my midriff. I could feel goosebumps rising on my arms and glancing in the mirror I could see my nipples hardening under my thin nightshirt. I’m about 5’8”, with green eyes, and light brown brown hair that comes down just below my shoulders. I’m fairly petite at only 130 pounds; I wish my boobs were a little bigger, but I am not unhappy with their B-cup size. I’ve always been told that I’m pretty, but in my mind I’m just average. I try not to think about the upcoming cheerleader tryouts as visions of making a fool of myself start to flash through my mind.
A small shiver goes down my spine, distracting me from my reverie and I glance at the thermostat to see the current temperature is 68. I think tonight I will not set it quite so low. I brush my teeth and start getting dressed. I’ve never done cheerleading, but I had done gymnastics from the time I was five until I was 14 and started high school. I put on a pair of light blue Soffee shorts and a teal tank top that has a snug fit. As I’m tugging my shirt down, I hear the toaster pop up so I put the waffles on my plate, grab some syrup, and sit down at my small table to eat. As I’m finishing my breakfast, I glance at my clock; still only 7:18.
The tryouts don’t start until 8 and it shouldn’t take me more than 15 minutes to walk to the gym, but I decided to leave now anyway. As I approached the gym I saw a couple of other girls standing outside the entrance and in the field next to the gym was a group of about ten guys throwing a football around. As I approached the other girls, I noticed one of the guys was watching me. He was tall and muscular with wavy blonde hair. I feel the heat rising to my face and knew I must be blushing, but hopefully he was too far away to notice. I pushed this out of my mind and walked up to the group gathered outside the gym.
One of the girls turns around and asks, “Are you here for the cheerleader tryouts?” After affirming, she handed me a waiver form and a pen and asked me to fill it out. After handing her the form back, she introduced herself, “Hi, I’m Amber; our captain and co-captain are inside finishing up preparations for the tryouts so I’m out here collecting waiver forms.” I shake her hand and introduce myself, “Nice to meet you. I’m Meagan. I’ve never done cheer before, but I used to do gymnastics and since this is my first year away for college, I really want to put myself out there and meet new people.”
“If you have a gymnastics background I’m sure you’ll fit in just fine. I’m just a sophomore and I started off similar to you with no cheer experience either,” Amber reassured me.
As we were chit-chatting about what to expect in the tryouts, I glanced over at the boys throwing the football and notice the same boy looking at me. He quickly looked away as I turned my head, but I was sure I saw him looking at me. Amber must have followed my gaze, because she said, “Those are some of the jocks on the football team. They come out every year to check out the new cheerleaders.” I subtly pointed to the boy that has been watching me and ask, “Who is that boy there? He was staring at me as I walked up to the gym and I’ve caught him watching me a couple of times while we have been talking.”
She confirmed which boy I was talk about, gave a small, almost unnoticeable, sigh before answering, “That’s Josh. He’s a junior and the quarterback for the team. He’s really good, but surprisingly isn’t very popular. He’s very reserved and doesn’t talk much. All the girls think this just makes him brooding and mysterious. They would love if he were checking them out.”
Before I could respond, I hear a voice behind us ask, “Josh was checking someone out? Who?”
I didn’t think much about the question, so I answered, “Well, I’m not really sure, but I think he was checking me out as I walked here and while I was talking with Amber I’m pretty sure I caught him looking over at me.”
The girl slightly pursed her lips and looked over towards Josh. After a moment she looked back. She cleared her throat and announced very loudly, “Okay girls, listen up. My name is Kristen and I am the cheerleading team co-captain. If you have not filled out a waiver form make sure to do so now. Very shortly, Amber will call your name one by one. When your name is called, proceed into the gym. We have several exercises prepared that each of you will be scored in. We have 8 openings and those with the highest scores will make it onto the team. Myself and the team captain, Ginny, will be waiting inside for you. Just try your best. Good luck.”
Kristen spun around and walked back towards the gym. Amber gave a short, low whistle before saying, “Well, I hope that doesn’t affect your scoring. I doubt it will, Kristen usually handles her position very professionally, but it’s fairly well known that she has a humongous crush on Josh. Anyway, good luck in here.”
Amber walked away and started calling out names, leaving me standing there alone. Lost in my thoughts, I did not realize there was someone standing right behind me until I heard an awkward, “Hello. Are you here for the cheerleader tryouts?”
“Sure am. I’m a little nervous because I’ve never done cheer before. I used to do gymnastics though.”
“Oh yeah, that’ll probably help,” Josh replied. After a brief moment of awkward silence, he added, “Oh, by the way. I’m Josh. Nice to meet you.”
“Hey Josh, I’m Meagan. Nice to meet you too,” I say as I stretch out my hand. We quickly shake hands. I can tell he doesn’t have a lot of experience talking with people. His body language suggests he’s really nervous and he won’t quite make eye contact. He has his hands clasped together in front of him and his fingers are fidgeting. He’s looking forward, but averting his gaze down towards the ground. I take a moment to examine his face. He has a very well defined jawline and a jet black beard that is short and tidy. The beard contrasts well with his blonde hair, making his face stand outl. It’s hard to tell, but it looks like he has light brown eyes that perfectly complements his complexion.
“MEAGAN HUNT,” I hear Amber yell out, interrupting my examination.
“Well, that’s me.” I say. “Hopefully I do well enough to make it. I’ll see you around, ok?”
“Yeah, sure. Definitely.” He said. “Hey, good luck in there. You’ll do fine. Just show ‘em what you’ve got.”
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/5bcx5b/the_cheerleader_huml_part_1