GoodCheer

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When the blonde walked into the bar, she took my breath away. Elegantly dressed in deep blue, she looked like someone stopping by on her way to a dinner date. Which perhaps she was, if I wanted to and was willing to pay. She looked around and broadly smiled when I waved. It didn’t take her long to make her way to my back corner table, with its overstuffed chairs and cozy feel.

I stood. As she approached, I couldn’t help compare her to Tracey. This woman was much older, but she’d aged well. I guessed she was in her forties but could pass for early thirties. They were both about the same height and build, though Tracey had been bustier. Her hair was straighter, but close enough to the same shade to pass.

She stopped about a foot away. “You must be Terry,” she said, her voice confident and strong above the low din from the scattered drinkers.

“And you’re Lisa?”

She nodded. I gestured toward the chair opposite the small table from me. Her eyes sparkled as she sat.

“I have a card for you,” I said, and pushed the envelope across the table. The one with the five crisp one hundred dollar bills between the cheap Hallmark phrases.

She looked at it and raised an eyebrow. When I nodded, she gathered it up and slid it into her purse without a second glance. I was impressed that she didn’t feel the need to check.

“So,” she said, “you’re a friend of Ethan’s.”

I nodded. “Long time friends.”

Ethan had been the one to recommend the very private agency that Lisa worked for. I had my ear to the DC rumor mill as well as anyone and I’d never heard a whisper about it. If he hadn’t invited me to that Redskins game….

She raised an eyebrow pointedly and waited.

“Um, okay. We’re mostly business associates. I’m not sure he’d call us friends, but I certainly think of him as one.”

“He did call you a friend,” she said, “but that he’s only known you three years. Is that ‘a long time’?”

I snorted. “In my world, it is. Most of my colleagues can’t see past the next election. Besides, Ethan and I’ve gotten close since Bush was re-elected.” Many long nights drinking our sorrows after that….

She read the disgust in my face and the corners of her mouth turned up. “You must be high enough up to care.”

“I’m not that high up,” I said. “I mean, I know people who are high up, at least on the Democratic side, but, you know, Ethan and I worked hard… for nothing.”

“Maybe for nothing,” she said. “Maybe not. Anyway, I understand you have something specific you’re looking for.’

“Uh, yes….”

The waiter showed up. Lisa ordered a Long Island Ice Tea and then turned back to me with a smile. I asked for another scotch. She waited patiently.

“Well,” I said, “what did Ethan tell you?”

“Only that you had a specific request.”

I let out a deep breath. I’d been worried for a while that Ethan might gab about my secret obsession. But then, given some of his comments, I was sure he had his own. He’d just been the first person to notice I was watching the sidelines more than the game….

I looked around quickly to make sure no one could hear. “I want you to dress as a cheerleader,” I said.

Her eyes danced in amusement. “I can do that. But is that all you want?”

I looked at her, confused.

“Many women can do that, for much less money,” she said. “Our agency… well, we do more than costumes. We try to fulfill the client’s real needs.”

“I don’t get it.”

She shrugged in acknowledgement but didn’t explain. “Why a cheerleader”

“It’s, um, a little unfulfilled fantasy of mine.”

“Little?”

The waiter returned with our drinks. I took a sip to soothe my nerves and collect my thoughts. I recalled what I’d told Ethan. You told him, why not tell her?

“Well, big really,” I said. “Closer to a fetish. I’ve been obsessed with cheerleaders since high school.”

She grinned. “Now we’re getting somewhere. What happened in high school?”

“It’s a long story.”

She leaned back in her chair. “I’ve got time.”

I nodded. “Back in high school, well, um, I went to a small school, you see, and all the cheerleaders were really hot.”

“They often are.”

“Yeah, well, I played football. Not because I was any good, but because any kid who tried out made the team, you know. Like I said, small school. I was the wide receiver nobody threw to.”

I snorted at my own sorry memories of Homecoming my freshman year. My first target, my first dropped pass. My subsequent benching for Big Alex, of all people. In front of everyone.

“Anyway,” I said, “we had these long bus rides to games. Coach didn’t care what we did in the back on the way back as long as we were quiet. If we lost, which was most of the time, he was in front sneaking drinks from his ‘special’ water bottle.”

“The cheerleaders were on the same bus?”

“Yeah. Small school, remember?”

“So you had sex on the bus?” Her voice sparkled with amusement.

“I didn’t. At least not full sex. But some of the other kids did. And I got to watch.”

“Really?”

I nodded. “Short skirts, sitting on her boyfriend’s lap. If she’s quiet, a cheerleader can get away with it.”

“Ah. Go on….”

I took another drink and began my story.


Everyone loved Tracey Wisenhunt. Besides being pretty and friendly, she was kind, and her kindness infected the other cheerleaders. When I was sitting forlorn on the end of the bench after having dropped that pass at Homecoming, she came over and said it was okay, and that I’d get the next one. Her boyfriend Mike, our running back, came over and echoed her words. Later, Megan, one of the other cheerleaders, did too. It took some of the sting out of the day.

I don’t know what made me do it, but the next Monday I saw her struggling with her books and I offered to carry some for her. We got halfway to her English class before Mike appeared.

He smiled good naturedly. “I’ll take it from here, champ.”

Tracey thanked me with a twinkle in her eyes, and then gave me a kiss on the cheek.

I was hooked.

For the next several days, I ran into Tracey whenever I could. Mike seemed amused at the way I puppy-dogged her, but he just ruffled my hair and joked that it was nice that someone else thought his girlfriend was wonderful. I blushed, but that didn’t stop me from eagerly waiting outside her classes all week.

I knew she had a boyfriend. I knew that as a freshman, I couldn’t possibly compete with a senior for her affection. I didn’t want to. I just wanted to be near her. I wanted her and Mike to like me.

And apparently they did. As we boarded the bus after our next away game, another loss, Mike motioned to me.

“Hey Terry, come sit with us.”

I blinked, but hastened to the back of the bus with them. We squeezed three into a seat, with me on the aisle, Mike in the middle.

“Look,” Mike said once the bus started to move, his voice pitched low, “Tracey and I want to fool around, and we don’t want Coach to know. Can you keep an eye on him and warn us if he starts coming back?”

I nodded vigorously. As the ride home started, I kept my eyes flicking back and forth from Coach, who never moved, to Tracey and Mike, who passionately made out.

To my surprise, I wasn’t jealous as I watched them kiss. More fascinated, by the way she sighed and fluttered her eyelids, by the way she brushed locks of her hair out of the way. Once, she looked straight at me, but her eyes were so glazed with passion that I was sure she didn’t actually see me.

“Mmmm,” Megan said from across the aisle, about halfway home. When I turned, she grinned at me and waggled her eyebrows. “You’re watching Coach?”

I nodded. She slipped inside her boyfriend Carl’s arms. Moments later, I got to listen to soft whimpers of pleasure in stereo just underneath the chatter from the kids up front.

The bus bumped along the dark state highway, and my eyes adjusted to the gloom. Coach had his bottle in hand; his head sagged against his chest. Slowly, a tangy scent built until it could cut through the pervasive grimy sweat odors.

I looked down. Mike’s hand moved under Tracey’s short cheerleader skirt. She rolled her hips in response, her thighs slightly parted, surrounding his wrist. It dawned on me what I was smelling, even though at fifteen, it was a completely new sensation.

My cock stiffened in my pants.

Megan’s soft mewls on my other side only made my blood race harder. I became lightheaded in the adrenaline, but I remembered my charge—watch Coach. He glanced back only once. Like a good soldier, I waved and kept my mouth shut. He grimaced, but shrugged and returned to his drink. All my attention returned to memorizing every sound that entered my ears.

About a half mile from home, Tracey’s whimpers turned to muffled cries. I couldn’t help but turn and watch as she shuddered and shook, her face buried in Mike’s shoulder. When she looked up, she met my eyes. Hers were glazed in pleasure. Mine were filled with awe.

I didn’t masturbate to the memories for almost a day.

The next away game was much like the first. With a nod, Mike invited me to join them. He said my presence kept Coach from getting suspicious. We again took the last seats, with me on the aisle. This time the seats directly in front of us filled up with other couples. Kids further up the bus glanced back from time to time, envy filling their faces. Apparently, word of the opportunity had gotten around.

Tracey and Mike picked up where they’d left off. Kisses. Caresses. Hands under clothes. Tracey came twice, both times with her head buried in Mike’s shoulder.

Megan was bolder. I watched her slip her panties off from under her skirt and give them to her boyfriend, Carl. After he’d tucked them in his pocket, she straddled his lap. Hands fumbled out of sight and then she started slowly raising and lowering herself a few inches. They continued to kiss and she kept at it until her breathing turned heavy and her head sagged. No one seemed to notice but me.

Or maybe it was just that no one cared. The nearby couples were engaged in their own surreptitious pursuits. Coach remained lost in his own world at the front of the bus, perhaps dreaming of a better job or a win.

We actually did win one of the next two games, both of which were at home. I even caught a pass in the second and made a first down before being tackled. Tracey gave me a congratulatory hug after. None of them invited me to the party at Megan’s later that night.

Yet there was a knowing smile on Tracey’s face when I showed up at her class to carry her books. Mike’s eyes twinkled at me when we ran laps at the beginning of practice. As a freshman, I could never be part of their crowd, but with the unspoken looks, I knew I was in.

Our final game required a two hour trip through fields of corn and wheat. To everyone’s shock, we won. I even scored a touchdown on a blown coverage by their defense. I’d like to say it was the winning touchdown, but the score wasn’t that close. Just before we started home, Coach had the bus stop at Tastee Freeze and he bought us all ice cream.

It seemed only natural to sit with Tracey and Mike and Megan and Carl. We licked our cones and huddled close together on the worn wooden picnic table, while the cold November breeze burrowed through open buttons and raised goose bumps on the girls’ exposed legs.

Mike noticed the fervent way I ate my ice cream. “You seem pretty happy to have that cone,” he said, “even in this cold.”

I shrugged and licked around the edge. “It’s the only reward I’m going to get tonight,” I said. “Not like the rest of you.”

Tracey’s face pinkened, but Mike and Carl just guffawed.

“It’s true,” I said, looking at Mike. “You’re lucky. You’re with the most beautiful girl in school.” I turned to Carl and nodded at Megan. “And you’re with the most exciting.” I took a long lick of my cone. “I’m just a freshman.”

“You caught a touchdown today,” Tracey said.

“Yeah. But who didn’t? I’d trade places with any of you in a heartbeat.”

Before anyone could reply, Coach called out that it was time to get back on the bus. We grabbed our coats and trundled toward our usual seats.

Coach didn’t even hide his bottle this time. I’d heard a rumor that he had a job lined up in Wichita in the spring, and maybe he didn’t care. He joked and laughed with Kyle, our quarterback. The couples in the next-to-last seats turned to their own make-out sessions. I savored the cold creaminess on my tongue as my friends on either side nestled in close and exchanged quite murmurs of affection I couldn’t quite hear.

When I finished my cone, I glanced to the side. Tracey and Mike kissed passionately, his hand far under her cheerleader skirt. Her panties peeked out of his jacket pocket. Megan’s head bobbed in Carl’s lap, her hair obscuring anything else. His eyes met mine and he grinned. Megan didn’t look up.

I shifted in my seat and adjusted my stiff dick in my pants. Coach continued drinking and laughing up front.

Tracey whimpered and buried her face in Mike’s shoulder. His arm thrust forward and she shuddered.

Carl groaned quietly and bit his lip. As I watched, he stiffened, and pushed his hand down into the seat hard. He only shook a little.

When Megan looked up, she smiled and wiped her lips.

Tracey stifled a cry. My head whipped around just in time to see her shake and gasp as her orgasm took her.

No one else in the bus looked back.

I slumped in my seat and stared at the ceiling of the bus while my friends cleaned up and talked low together.

“Hey, Terry.” Mike elbowed me. “Do you want to switch?”

“Huh?”

“C’mon,” he said, “switch seats.”

I didn’t understand, but I stood. He slid behind me and I plopped back down between him and Tracey.

“I’ll watch Coach,” he said.

I stared at him blankly, and he motioned toward his girlfriend. When I looked at her, she smiled.

“I won’t kiss you,” she said, “but you can touch.”

My brain failed to process what she’d said.

She took my hand and placed it on her bare thigh. “It’s okay,” she said. She spread her legs slightly.

My eyes went wide in surprise. I looked questioningly at her. She nodded. I turned to Mike and he nodded too.

Tracey pulled my hand closer to the edge of her skirt. I took a deep breath and slid it forward myself.

The tightness between her thighs surprised me first, as I couldn’t rotate or move my hand much the way she was sitting. Then I noticed the heat. Despite the cold of the bus, Tracey’s flesh baked my knuckles. I wiggled my fingers and felt softness, and wetness, and ridges and folds I couldn’t identify without remembering biology class.

“It’s okay,” Tracey said. “I won’t break.”

I was too stunned at this amazing gift to reply.

Instead, I looked down at my wrist, mostly obscured by her skirt. I watched the sinews tighten and shift as I moved my fingers. I concentrated on memorizing every wonderful sensation—the slickness of her juices, the smell of her arousal, the way her breathing changed as I caressed up and down.

Slowly, my anatomy lessons came back to me. I parted her labia with a fingertip and stroked a bit lower. When her lips spread, I pressed in. To my surprise, I soon found my finger buried deep within her.

Tracey whimpered and her eyes fluttered shut.

I curled my finger and with my thumb I probed for her clit. She squirmed, and her breathing remained shallow. A contented smile filled her face.

A commotion on my other side yanked my attention away from my goddess. Mike and Megan had switched seats, leaving me sandwiched between the two cheerleaders.

“It’s okay if she doesn’t come,” Megan said. “Mike will take care of her later.” She reached for the snaps of my jeans.

Startled, I pulled back and my finger slid out of Tracey. With wide eyes, I watched as Megan extracted my cock from my pants. She spit on her hand and started stroking me. I gasped at her touch.

“Taste her,” Megan said, with a nod of her head toward my now-free hand. Tracey’s juices glistened on my skin in the low light.

“Go on,” she urged.

I turned to Tracey who just gave me a beatific smile. As she watched, I popped my finger in my mouth.

Tart, metallic, slippery, amazing. Like honey without the sweet. I savored the flavor.

Tracey’s hand joined Megan’s in jacking me off. I gasped at their combined touch. In moments and without warning, I exploded. Stream after stream of white semen poured out of my dick and coated their hands. Megan laughed and pulled back. One of the guys passed her a gym towel and she began cleaning us up and then passed the towel to Tracey. I just sagged in my seat—stunned, happy, gratified.

Then Megan reached under her own skirt. She wiggled her hand around and then held her finger under my nose. The heady scent almost caused me to come again.

“Here,” she said, “taste me.”

I opened my mouth and she slid her finger in. I sucked for a moment and noted how different she was. Sweeter, more fragrant. Still amazing.

She pulled her hand back and grinned at me. “There,” she said. “You’re only the third guy to taste both of us.”

‘And without you, there wouldn’t be any,” Tracey said with a smile.

I was too mind-blown to know what to think.

So the girls cursorily cleaned me up and tucked me back into my pants. Then we shuffled back to our original seats. If the kids in front of us noticed, no one said a thing. Coach remained clueless at the front of the bus.

None of us spoke for the rest of the trip. When we arrived back at our school, Tracey, Megan, and their boyfriends headed off together in Mike’s car.

Tracey blew me a kiss before they left.

Later, back in school, I continued to carry Tracey’s books for a few weeks. She and the rest of them remained friendly, though with football over, conversations and interests turned to other things. My neighbor Tommy got an Atari for Christmas, and I started hanging out more with him. Tracey only wore her cheerleader outfit to school a couple of times for basketball games, but since I didn’t play, all I saw of it was what she wore in the halls. That was enough to keep the fantasies going.

I went to graduation that year. Tracey and Mike were both happy to see me, though Megan gave me the biggest, longest hug. She and Carl had broken up a month earlier when college acceptances had come in. He hadn’t gotten into Nebraska and she had. They fought about their future together and he made some vicious comments that ended up simplifying her decisions.

“Should’ve invited you to our parties,” Megan murmured in my ear during our clench. When we pulled apart, my eyes went wide. Hers darted to Tracey and Mike. “Maybe at Christmas,” she said, low enough to not be heard by the others. “I’ll talk to them.”

When December rolled around, I waited and waited, but the phone never rang. Later, I learned that Tracey and Mike had eloped when she got pregnant. Megan had gotten an internship in Lincoln. None of them ever came back to our little town.

But that didn’t stop me from fantasizing about them, nearly every day, for years to come.


“That was your first sexual encounter?” Lisa asked. Her eyes sparkled with amusement.

I nodded. “I didn’t lose my actual virginity until I was 18, with my girlfriend at Prom. We started dating about halfway through my senior year. She wasn’t a cheerleader, though. We broke up after we went to college.

“Because she wasn’t a cheerleader?”

I shook my head. “Other reasons. But my ex-wife… yeah, that was part of the problem.”

She cocked her head to the side and waited.

“We’d been married for twenty years when I finally told her about my, um, fetish so to speak,” I explained. “She got upset.”

“It seems pretty harmless.”

I grimaced. “Yeah, well, when I said I wanted her to dress like a high school cheerleader, what she heard was high school, not cheerleader. And when she found the pictures on my computer…”

Lisa’s eyebrows went up. “Underage?”

‘Ambiguous. I’ve since deleted them, but…” I gave a defeated shrug.

She smiled. “I think we can work with this. Though obviously not tonight, since I’m not dressed for it.”

I chuckled. Only I could make an elegantly dressed woman in a high end bar be out of place!

“Do you have a specific time frame in mind?”

I shook my head.

“Then let’s talk about other things,” she said as she took a sip of her drink, “and I’ll let you know when I have things set up.”

I relaxed at the implied acceptance of my proposal.

She raised her glass. “To good cheer.”

“Hear, hear.” We clinked glasses and I settled back in my chair, already looking forward to sex with this woman.


To my surprise, Lisa contacted me the next morning. From her tone, and the way she’d mentioned something about “finding a uniform that fit,” I hadn’t expected to hear from her for a few days. When I returned the call, she put me on speaker and introduced her boss, Sherri.

“Hello,” a smooth alto voice said. “Lisa told me quite a story about you. She was impressed.”

I blushed. “Well, um, I’m not sure what to say.”

I could hear the amusement in her voice. “It’s okay. What we were wondering is… do you want something more fulfilling than what you asked for?”

I furrowed my brow in confusion.

“If you just want an evening like you originally requested, we’ll understand,” she went on, “but hearing your story about the bus, we thought, well, you might like something that addressed the heart of your interest.”

“Which is?”

“Your ongoing, ah, interest in certain forms of dress. I think we could arrange something that would help bring that interest back down to normal levels.”

I sucked in my breath in frustration. “I’m still confused.”

“Can we speak freely, or would you prefer to discuss this in person instead of on the phone?”

Ah. She’s being discreet. “You can talk freely,” I said. “I’m at home and no one can overhear.”

“Oh, good. Well, you have a minor fetish for cheerleaders. Lisa would be happy to play that role, but we thought you might like a more involved scenario—an enjoyable one—that could possibly lessen the attraction of that fetish.”

“Uh, enjoyable—Not painful?”

Both women gently laughed.

“We don’t do aversion therapy,” Lisa said. “I promise it will be very enjoyable. Everything you’ve ever wanted.”

I blinked in surprise. Ethan had hinted at something like that when he’d passed on the agency’s number. Everything you could possibly want, he’d said.

“Sure… but what’s the catch?”

“It’ll be much more expensive, for one,” Sherri said. “It’ll also take a few weeks to set up. However, we’ll be willing to guarantee your enjoyment.”

“Guarantee” How?”

“You give the money to your friend Ethan. If you’re not satisfied, you get it back. If you do enjoy yourself, he passes it on.”

“How much?”

“Thirty thousand dollars.”

My eyes bugged out and I sputtered.

“Or nothing, if you don’t enjoy it,” Sherri said. She let three heartbeats of silence past. “But you will,” she said. “We are the best, after all.”

I snorted. “For that price, you damn well better be.”

“So do we have a deal?”

I thought about it. I could come up with the money—it’d be painful, but not impossible. The guarantee helped. I could back out at any time. Which reminded me…

“So what exactly is this scenario?” I asked.

“Mmmm, I think it would be better if it was a bit of a surprise. It will, however, include what you were asking for earlier, with Lisa. It will include also include a lot more.”

“Hmmm… I don’t know.”

“It’s up to you,” Sherri said.

I sat silently, thinking.

“You’ll love my uniform,” Lisa said after a bit. “Sherri’s too, though I fill mine out better.”

My eyebrows went up. Two cheerleaders?

“Okay,” I said. “Let’s do it.”

“Wonderful,” Sherri said. “We’ll be in touch when everything’s arranged.”

After they hung up, I stared into space, wondering what I’d gotten myself into.


The next day, I had serious misgivings. Thirty thousand dollars! I could sell some stocks and put off buying a new car for a few years, but how could it possibly be worth it?

Except your divorce cost more, I mused sourly. That had been… educational.

I’d married Amanda straight out of college. We were in love, we knew what we wanted, and we didn’t see why anything should hold us back. We had an amazing daughter who grew up smart and athletic and then finally left for college.

And then we fell apart.

We’d tried counseling, but it didn’t matter. Our lives had centered on Jessica for so long that we barely knew how to relate to each other once our daughter had flown the nest. We’d tried travel and date nights and even “spicing up” our sex life, but nothing worked. The latter had even been disastrous. After twenty years, I’d finally worked up the nerve to tell Amanda about my predilection and… and…

…and we were divorced.

The counselor said my cheerleader fetish was the excuse and not the reason, but that was cold comfort. I moved out. Six months later, Amanda’s new boyfriend, a bartender she’d met in Baltimore, moved in. Jessica wisely decided to forge her own life rather than take sides.

At least my first post-divorce fling had been memorable. Three months of frequent wild sex had soothed the breakup pain rather well. I’d been just about to mention cheerleaders to Kim when she told me her good news about the new job in California. I’d kept my mouth shut and instead wished her well and bought her a necklace as a goodbye gift.

She only called once after she moved.

I never found out if she’d have been willing to dress up.

Thirty thousand dollars.

Was that a small price for happiness?

I’d pay it in a heartbeat if I could be sure.

Which meant the real question was whether I believed Lisa and Sherri could bring me that happiness.

You thought Lisa could, when it was just a couple of thousand dollars for a night.

I let out a deep breath. There was that guarantee Sherri had mentioned. Would she really let me walk away without paying if I didn’t have a good time? I had my doubts…

But what have you got to lose? More time with other prostitutes?

That brought me up short. I couldn’t help thinking of the Groucho Marx line. We already know what you are. A John. Now we’re just negotiating the price.


Ethan raised his eyebrows when I slid him the envelope. He set his scotch down and looked at it. I was amused at his reaction. We were two tables over from where I’d met Lisa, and he was less smooth about picking up the payment than she’d been.

“It’s a cashier’s check,” I said. “You need to hold it for a while.”

“For the agency?”

I nodded.

“Ah,” he said. “So they’re planning something special for you. Good.”

I took a sip of my drink and studied my friend. He appeared relaxed, despite the delicate nature of the subject matter. Of course he always looked relaxed, even in the heat of a campaign. It’s what had made him a good leader of the rapid response team.

But I could be calm, at least outwardly too. “Did they do something special for you?” I asked.

He didn’t speak and instead stared out into space. I waited patiently. I kind of hoped I was seeing him sweat.

A slow grin spread over his face. “I’m not sure special is the right word. Extraordinary? No… that’s not right either. It was, well, the best word is surreal. Good but surreal.”

“Really? What’d they do?”

He chuckled. “I’m not going to give you details. Let’s just say it was not only more than I’d asked for, but more than I’d even known I could ask for.”

“And it cost you more.”

“Worth every penny.” He laughed softly to himself before meeting my eyes. “Whatever they’re charging you, it’ll be worth it. The hard part will be after.”

“After?”

He nodded, and then smirked when he saw my confusion. “It’s like the day after the election. You sit around asking, ‘So what now?’”

I let out a long sigh. I partially understood.

“Speaking of which,” he said, “would you be interested in coming up to Connecticut with me to work on the Senate campaign? Some folks are mounting a primary challenge to Lieberman and they’re looking for help.”

“Do you really think they could unseat him?” I said. “In Connecticut?”

“Anything’s possible,” he said. “And it’s something that needs to happen, frankly. That’s why we fight the good fight, right?”

I raised my glass to that old toast, and the conversation slid back to the nuts and bolts that drive D.C.


I didn’t get nervous until Bowie High School loomed ahead of me. In the two weeks, since I’d given Ethan the money, I’d largely pushed the thoughts about what Lisa and Sherri might be planning to the side. I couldn’t afford to obsess about it, and I just didn’t have enough details.

But, of course, now I did. They’d asked me to meet them in the back lot of this high school, halfway between D.C. and Annapolis, at 11:30 at night. Lisa told me to wear my letter jacket if I still had it, and some comfortable jeans. When I’d asked if there was anything else, she just told me to plan on having the time of my life.

Which made me nervous. How the hell could I have the “time of my life” when I didn’t even know what that was?

The night was slightly cool, with just enough of a breeze to bite and enough humidity to make that bite chill. I eased my car around the deserted building. I passed a “no trespassing” sign and felt my heart momentarily race, but calmed myself. The women had certainly taken any necessary precautions.

A few scattered street lamps illuminated the nearly empty side lot. The lot was deserted except for, under one lone lamp, a school bus.

I blinked. An honest to god, full sized yellow school bus, with its diesel engine idling.

A few people stood near the bus, and as I pulled close, I realized they looked like highschoolers, though I doubted they were. School colors, letter jackets, and… yes, several cheerleaders. A blonde one waved.

I sucked my breath in. The blonde was Lisa.

I parked a slot or two away. As I emerged from my Audi, the crowd quieted and turned to watch me. Lisa and another cheerleader—a tall brunette—broke off and approached.

“Hi, Terry,” Lisa said and opened her arms for a hug. When we pulled back, she indicated the brunette. “This is Sherri.”

“Hello,” I said and extended my hand. She ignored it and enfolded me in a hug of her own.

“Good to meet you,” she said. Then she stepped back and smiled. “Are you ready for an incredible night?”

I let out a deep breath and studied her. Like Lisa, she appeared to be in her forties, but wore the costume well. I didn’t look at her body much, because I couldn’t tear myself away from her eyes. Warm and steady, they held mine. It was comforting.

I nodded.

“What we’re going to do,” she said, “is first introduce you to everyone. Then we’re going to get on the bus and ride home, from the football game we had here today.”

She paused and waited. My eyes grew wide as the implications sunk in.

“I’ll be Tracey,” Lisa said with a grin.

“And I’ll be Megan,” Sherri added.

I looked quickly from one to the other.

“And yes,” Lisa said, “you’re going to fuck me before we get ‘home’.” She waggled her eyebrows. “I’m looking forward to it.”

I blinked hard, and then blinked again. “You’re re-enacting….”

“With some embellishments,” Sherri said. “Nothing you won’t enjoy, but if you don’t, just say “stop” and we’ll make things right.”

Lisa flipped her hair back over her shoulder and shot me a smoldering look, punctuated with a grin.

My heart pounded and I my mouth turned to cotton. I’m going to fuck her on the bus? But my stiff cock overwhelmed all doubts. I wanted this. I wanted this bad.

“Are you ready to meet everyone?”

I nodded.

Sherri reached out, took my hand, and led me over to the others.

I quickly scanned the crowd. There were about ten people, evenly split male and female, and most appeared pretty normal, outside of their school garb. I realized almost everyone here was around my own age, except for a young couple that hung near the back. It was a bit disconcerting to see letter jackets and short skirts on people clearly well out of high school, but I could look past that, I figured.

One of the men stepped forward and extended his hand. “Hi,” he said, “I’m Robert. Though tonight you should call me Mike.” He smiled affectionately at Lisa.

My eyebrows went up, but I shook his hand.

“Andy,” the man next to him said. “But tonight, I’m Carl.”

“We’re Joe and Tina,” said a tall thin man with his arm wrapped around a shorter Hispanic woman. Her cheerleader’s outfit actually seemed to subtract years from her age and she smiled, but just nestled into her guy’s side.

“We’ll be in the seat ahead of you,” Joe said. “You know, like if it were real.”

“It is real,” Sherri admonished. “No less real than it was his first time.”

He shrugged in concession.

“These are Kaitlyn and Josh,” Sherri said, introducing the younger couple. “They’ll also be in the seats in front of us. And this is ‘Coach’,” she indicated an older man in a windbreaker and jeans who held a paper bag wrapped bottle in his hand, “and this is Mark.”

“Quarterback Kyle tonight,” Mark said. “I’ll be up front discussing the game we just won with Coach.”

“We also have a bus driver,” Sherri said, “and,” she indicated a middle-aged auburn haired woman in slacks and a regular button down blouse, “if you’ll give her your keys, Katherine will ensure your car gets to our destination.”

“We’re not coming back here?” I asked as I fished them out of my pocket.

“Why would we come back?” Lisa said with an exaggerated tone. “We won! You scored the winning touchdown, remember? We’re going home and we’re going to Party!” She raised her fist toward the sky.

I couldn’t help laughing at the absurdity of it. But Lisa just gave me a mock glare.

You’re going to fuck this woman.

I handed my keys to Katherine and turned to Lisa. “Lead on, my lady. Lead on.”

She almost bounced on her toes as we all boarded the bus.


The others became boisterous as we found our seats. Shouts of “Yeah, team!” and “Go, Tigers!” reverberated off the roof. “Quarterback Kyle” even gave a traditional roar.

I blinked. I’d never told Lisa or Sherri the name of my old high school, but they’d found out nonetheless.

“Lisa” and “Tracey” slid into the back right seat against the window. “Mike” sat next to her and made as much room as he could, but I still hung a little bit off the seat. He shrugged apologetically.

“Can you watch Coach?” Sherri/“Megan” asked from across the aisle.

I nodded and with a wide grin, she turned to Carl and slid into his arms. Their lips met with a quick peck, and then a more passionate kiss. Her arms went around his neck and one of his hands found her knee just below her skirt.

Mike elbowed me, unintentionally. He and “Tracey” were already in a similar clench, except he was fondling her breasts through her shirt. She whimpered softly between kisses and her eyelids fluttered. I watched her chest rise and fall.

My cock stirred.

Ahead of us, the other couples turned to their own pleasures, cocooning the back of the bus in soft sounds of passion. Up front, Kyle and Coach talked and passed the bottle back and forth without looking back.

It wasn’t quite like high school, but it was close enough.

I let my eyes drift sideways. Mike’s hand had dropped to Tracey’s inner thigh. She squirmed and parted them slightly. Slowly, as they kissed, he edged his fingers higher.

My breathing grew heavier. Time seemed to disappear.

She gasped as his hand found its home. As he played, her heady scent of arousal filled the air.

Carl groaned and I swiveled around. Megan’s head was in his lap, bobbing up and down. He ran his fingers through her hair. When he saw me watching, he grinned.

The bus pulled onto Highway 50, but I barely noticed. My eyes kept hopping from Megan’s blowjob to Tracey writhing under Mike’s touch. I didn’t look up at Coach once. What was the point?

Tracey built to her orgasm surprisingly quickly. With a muffled cry, she buried her face in Mike’s chest as she shook. When she looked up, glassy-eyed, she grinned.

“Switch with me,” Mike said.

Still in a trance, I somehow managed to nod. He pushed on my shoulder and I stood. Somehow we shuffled around and I sank back down in the middle of the seat.

“Since you’ve been so good at helping us all season,” Tracey said, “you deserve a reward.” She placed my hand on her thigh. “You can touch all you want.”

Her flesh was warm. I looked up nervously, but she gave me a reassuring smile. Slowly, I slid my hand north.

When I brushed her lower lips, she squirmed. She was wet, truly wet, and her juices quickly coated my fingers. She practically purred when I slid one inside.

Our eyes met as I stroked her. She smiled, warm and inviting. Then she licked her lips.

“Uh,” I said, “can I kiss you?”

“Sure!”

I glanced over at Mike, and he just nodded, his eyes already in a voyeuristic glaze. Beyond him, Megan and Carl had finished up and now she rested against his chest with his arm around her as they watched us.

I tentatively leaned toward Tracey. She moved forward as well and tilted her head.

Our lips met, and then our tongues. Meanwhile, I kept playing with her clit and lower lips.

Tracey squirmed and moaned. She looped one arm around me, but the position remained awkward. When Mike left the seat, she straddled me and kissed me hard. My hand had to come out from under her skirt, but when I held her, I found I could stroke her ass. I eased the skirt up so I could caress her bare skin.

She broke the kiss and looked me in the eye. “You’re good,” she said. “Are you ready for your big reward?”

I nodded.

“Here,” Megan said, holding out a condom, already out of its wrapper

When Tracey rose up on her knees, I quickly unbuckled my pants and shoved them and my underwear to my feet. A moment later, I had the condom on and Tracey began her descent.

I gasped as I slid in easily. Her hot flesh felt smooth until she squeezed me with her cunt muscles. Something I definitely hadn’t expected. I met her eyes.

She winked. Then she steadied herself with her hands on my shoulders and squeezed me again.

For a moment, just a moment, “Tracey” faded and I saw Lisa clearly. Her smug satisfaction. Her pleasure in seeing my pleasure.

She rose up on her knees a little and then slid back down. Then she took my hands and guided them under her shirt to her breasts.

I closed my eyes and imagined Tracey’s nipples instead of Lisa’s under my thumbs, Tracey’s clit against my pubic bone.

Tracey fucking me, like I’d wanted all those years ago.

She continued screwing me, slowly but steadily, as the bus cruised down the highway. Muffled moans and cries came from ahead of us. The smell of sweat and pussy filled the air. I could sense Mike and the others to the left. I tuned it out and focused solely on where we touched. On where we joined.

It didn’t take long for my own breath to grow shallow. I could feel the pressure build, but then she stopped. She simply held still, while I pulsed within her.

I opened my eyes.

She smiled at me. “Megan’s turn.”

I blinked and realized that “Mike” and “Megan” had switched seats, just like they’d done before. Except this time, as “Tracey” pulled off my lap, Megan swung a leg over and took her place.

“We thought you should do more than taste both of us,” Megan said. “After all, you did score the winning touchdown.”

Like her friend, she was nude under her cheerleader’s skirt. She rubbed her slippery wet pussy against the side of my dick before lifting herself up.

“Hold it out,” she said.

I did so, and a moment later, I was ensconced in my second hot cunt.

Megan rode me more vigorously. She tugged my shirt up, and then her own, so I could feel her breasts against my skin. I grabbed her ass to hold on.

“Fuck her good,” Tracey said in my ear. “Fuck her so she comes and I can have you back.”

I nodded and started thrusting vigorously.

Megan and I slammed into each other while I pawed at her breasts. When our heads came close, she turned and kissed me, until our movements pushed our mouths apart. As she bounced, she gasped and moaned.

“Oh, God!” she cried and then suddenly stopped moving. She collapsed into my chest, and clenched my dick tight within her.

When she recovered, she sat back. “Thanks,” she said and gave me a quick kiss.

Then she and “Tracey” switched again.

This time, the blonde rode me as hard as her friend. She too insisted I play with her breasts while we fucked. After a bit, she pushed my hands aside so we could kiss. She started squeezing her Kegels again. I closed my eyes.

It was too much. With a gasp, I exploded. It felt like my entire being was shooting out my dick as I convulsed through wave after wave of pleasure. I pulled her tight to me as I came.

She chuckled, low in my ear. “That was nice.”

I nodded as I slowly regained my bearings. When my breathing returned to normal, “Tracey” lifted off of me and shifted to the side. Sherri swooped in and removed the condom. She wiped me down with a damp towel while Tracey/Lisa did the same next to me. When I looked up, I saw smiles all around.

“Welcome to the team,” Joe said from the seat ahead of me. “That was a heckuva score.”

I laughed. “The game or what just happened?”

“Both,” Sherri said. “But we’re not done.”

I furrowed my brow and looked expectantly at her, but she didn’t go on.

“Almost there!” the bus driver called.

“Oh, good,” Lisa murmured. She rubbed her knee. “I’m ready for something more comfortable.”

I tilted my head questioningly, but she just smiled. “You’ll see.”

So I pulled up my pants and affixed my clothing. The two women leaned into my sides, comfortingly, as the bus pulled off the highway and went through some suburban streets before finally pulling up at another high school. Atholton. I’d never heard of it, but it looked nice.

Joe turned to Sherri. “I’m afraid we’re going to skip the party.”

She smiled. “I understand. Katherine can fill in.”

“What party?” I asked.

“Megan’s parents are out of town,” Lisa said. “So we are gonna celebrate!” She pumped her fist into the air again.

I couldn’t help laughing.

“There’s going to be four cheerleaders there,” Sherri said quietly. “Me, Lisa, Kaitlyn, and Katherine. And by the time we’re done with you, you should be over your obsession.”

Lisa grinned. “We’re going to fuck it out of you.”

I swallowed hard, but my dick was already beginning to stiffen.


When I finally floated home just before dawn, I thought of Ethan’s words. Surreal certainly fit. True to their word, at the party I’d screwed cheerleader after cheerleader until I couldn’t get it up any more. They’d kept their uniforms on at the beginning, but by the end, it was just one writhing mass of bare flesh on a big bed.

I fell asleep with the after-images blurring across my eyeballs. When I woke up…

…when I woke up, I felt exhausted but good. I sorted out some of the memories—I clearly remembered Lisa sitting on my face, still in her skirt, and lifting it up and dropping it back over my eyes repeatedly. It stirred my imagination, but not my cock.

I was satiated. No urges, no desires whatsoever.

Still, the glow floated most of the day, and then most of the week. Ethan could tell when we met for drinks the following Friday.

He grinned. “Looks like I’m giving them the money.”

“You can tell?” I said, leaning back in my favorite leather chair.

“Are you kidding? You look satisfied. If you were any happier, I’d think you’d won the lottery or something.”

I laughed. “Maybe I did.”

By the glint in his eye, I knew he understood.

“Well,” he said, raising his glass, “here’s to satisfaction. Cheers.”

I joined the toast. “Hear, hear.”

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