by Scott Temuujin
Excitement was certainly in the air as of late around Willis University, a small college located in Seattle. For the first time in school history, the Willis Red Raiders basketball team had won their conference tournament and thus had earned a spot in the NCAA basketball tournament. The members of the basketball team were basking in the media attention as well as the extra attention they were suddenly receiving from their female classmates. They couldn't wait to hit the court and play on national television for the first time, hopefully en route to a national title.
What had the whole college even more excited was that the first round of the tournament was to be held at Seattle's Key Arena, meaning that nearly anyone who wanted to attend the game would easily be able to do so. In addition to the basketball team, Willis University's cheerleading squad was also awaiting the game in anxious anticipation. As was the case for the basketball team, it would also be the first time the cheerleaders would be on display in front of a national audience. The girls knew that NBA scouts would be there to watch the players, and while it was a little far-fetched, each girl silently held the hope that she'd catch the eye of someone wanting to scout them for a cheerleading position with an NBA team.
"Ok ladies, we're getting ready for the biggest performance in school history. We can and should enjoy the moment, but we also have to buckle down and practice harder than ever to cheer our men to victory!" stated Coach Gellar, head coach of the cheerleading squad at the start of an afternoon practice session. At 37 years old, the petite blonde was still in excellent shape and was nearly as lusted after by the male students as the members of her squad.
"You can count on us, Coach," began Maria Torres, one of the squad's three senior captains. "We haven't been able to think of anything else for days!" said the pretty tan-skinned brunette with great enthusiasm.
"Well ladies, I hope you all share Maria's sentiment. Remember, this isn't just about the basketball team; it's also a great opportunity for you girls. Not too many young ladies out there can say they've cheered on national television with thousands of people watching," remarked Assistant Coach Henley. Twenty-three year old Ashely Henley was a recent graduate of and a 4-year cheerleader for Willis University. With her perfect skin, pearly white smile, curvy yet tight figure and lush chestnut hair, she was often mistaken for one of the squad members by the campus population.
With those words exchanged between the coaches and cheerleaders, the practice began. The girls spent some time brushing up on routines they'd done throughout the year and also began practicing some new ones that the coaches had choreographed just for the tournament. While the new routines were challenging, the girls were highly skilled and after a few awkward moments, they were pulling off all of the cheers and moves almost flawlessly by the end of practice.
"Okay girls, that's a wrap. You're looking great already and only one practice in! I think we're going to turn a few heads at the game next week," said Coach Gellar with a smile.
"You mean games plural, Coach!" said Monica Bradley, a tiny junior with honey blonde hair who had been voted by her fellow squad members into a position as one of the captains for the next season.
"Yeah, our boys are going to run the table and we'll be the ones who spark them on to do it!" shouted Lydia Millard, a tall, curvy, and raven haired girl who was also a junior captain-in-waiting.
"I love the enthusiasm ladies, but we still have a lot of work and a lot of practicing left ahead of us. We have a few new routines we'll be getting into tomorrow and practicing throughout the week in addition to the ones we covered today," said Coach Gellar, dampening the level of bubbly commotion building in the room. "Ashley, could you pass out the practice booklets to the girls?" Coach Gellar asked Assistant Coach Henley.
"Sure thing Lana," she replied.
Coach Henley then proceeded to hand a booklet to each girl.
"These booklets will cover the routines we worked on today and also will give you a bit of an idea of what to expect with the choreography we'll be working on tomorrow," said the beautiful assistant coach.
Practice was then dismissed and all of the girls headed to the locker room. After putting their practice booklets into their gym bags, they headed for the showers. The girls on the squad had always appreciated the fact that the showers were broken up into stalls with curtains so that they had privacy while showering and never had to be nude in front of one another. Being that Willis University was quite small, the cheerleaders ordinarily only appeared at home games and therefore they didn't have to worry about the conditions that other colleges' locker rooms might possess.
After each girl had toweled off, gotten dressed, and exited her shower stall, they once again congregated in the middle of the locker room. The three senior captains then stood up along the locker room benches, accompanied by the three junior girls who had been voted captains for next year.
Along with Maria, the other two senior captains were Tanya Foster, a tall and slinky green-eyed redhead and Audrey Mychalski, a platinum blonde senior who could pass for Paris Hilton's much classier identical twin.
"Okay everybody; we have a lot of work ahead of us but also a lot of fun. We'll meet at my apartment tonight to go over the books Coach Henley gave us," announced Tanya.
"We're also going to have some quick additional practice sessions each night when the gym is empty to make sure we turn in the best possible performance we can. If we're seen by the right people during the tournament, there's no telling where it could take us," added Audrey with a cute little smile.
"That's right, so let's all get ten toes in on this and do our boys proud - and hopefully just 'do' them when the games are over!" said Katie Mineau, the brown-haired and pony-tail wearing third junior selected as a captain for the next year.
The other girls all agreed to this and then dispersed to head to classes, their dorm rooms, or in the case some of the upperclassmen, their off-campus apartments. In addition to being among the most popular and talented girls on the squad (hence their recently being voted as captains), Katie, Monica, and Lydia also shared an off-campus apartment together. All of their classes were done for the day and so the three girls all headed back to their home away from home.
"I think we looked pretty good today, even the freshman girls were nailing the new routine by the end of practice," said Lydia as the girls opened the door to their apartment and stepped inside.
"Yeah, totally," added Katie. "Let's just hope that the other routines Coach drew up will be as fun and easy to learn."
"Ew, there's a huge mosquito on the kitchen floor, where's the fly swatter?" asked Monica.
"It's right on top of the refrigerator," Katie reminded her.
"Um, a little help?" said the petite four foot ten inch Monica as she jumped to try to reach the swatter in its elevated position.
Beautiful and statuesque six foot one inch Lydia came through to save the day and took the fly swatter from the top of the refrigerator and smacked the mosquito. As she bent over, Katie smacked Lydia's large and curvaceous bottom, outlined beautifully by her tightly stretched gray leggings. Both the tiny Monica and modestly curvy Katie had always envied Lydia's supermodel-esque form.
"Go Red Raiders!" Katie shrieked with a smile as she danced out of the room.
"Very funny Katie, next time I'll just let you girls deal with your mosquito emergency on your own," replied Lydia before going off to her bedroom to finish up some homework.
In addition to all of the other things that these pretty young cheerleaders had in common, they also happened to have birthdays that fell very close to each other. In fact, they occurred on three consecutive days. This year, they'd be celebrating a monumental birthday as they were all turning 21. With today being Monday, Katie just had two days to go until her birthday on Wednesday, followed by Lydia on Thursday and then Monica on Friday, the final day of practice before Saturday's tournament game.
As Lydia finished up her homework, Monica wrapped up chatting with some friends online and Katie had completed preparing that evening's dinner for herself and her roommates, all three girls were suddenly hit with the same realization. It had just hit home that Friday, the day they had all planned to go out and for the first time (legally) get wasted at the local bars to mark their 21st birthdays was already going to be occupied by cheerleading practice all night.
The trio of beautiful college girls convened in the living room, all wearing looks of disconcertment.
"Judging by the looks on your faces, I'm guessing that you guys just thought of the same problem that I did," said Katie glumly.
"Yeah, I think we did. The Friday night we've been planning and looking forward to for months isn't going to happen," Lydia affirmed.
"We can always wait for the next free Friday to come along, but who knows how long this tournament will be going on for?" pouted Katie.
Suddenly Monica, the most mischievous of the girls, lit up with a smile.
"Well, you know that the three of us are the most talented cheerleaders on the whole squad. I mean, they wouldn't have made us captains if we weren't," began the blue-eyed blonde.
"And?" interjected Lydia.
"And that means we can get enough preparation in with just four days of practice without needing the fifth day like everyone else. The Friday night of our dreams is still within grasp. Plus, being the fact that we're the cheerleaders about to be on national television, we'll probably get even more attention than our breathtaking good looks usually direct our way," was Monica's rapidly spoken reply.
"I love you Monica, so smart, so beautiful, and most of all, so modest," said Katie as she playfully shoved her friend.
Lydia, the most serious and studious of the three girls then spoke up.
"I don't know if that's such a hot idea Monica. I mean sure, it sounds tempting as hell, but Coach Gellar will kill us if we don't show for practice on Friday," said Lydia soberly.
"Yeah, you're right. Looks like we're stuck," said Katie mournfully.
"Well how about this?" said Monica. "We'll go and study the booklets with the rest of the squad at Tanya's apartment and keep up with the other practice sessions the seniors have planned. That way we'll know exactly what we need to get down and with the extra night sessions, we should be fine."
"I'm not sure about this, Monica, but hopefully by the end of tonight I'll be a believer," said Katie.
Shortly after this discussion, the girls gathered their booklets and headed off to Tanya's apartment. Before long, all of the girls had arrived and with Tanya, Maria, and Audrey giving out a few basic instructions and observations about what they'd studied so far, the girls got down to business. To the delight of Lydia, Katie, and Monica, the new routines weren't horribly complex and they felt they could easily learn them within two days, let alone four. Before long, the study session ended and the girls headed back to their dorm rooms and apartments.
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