“Let’s go!”
Even without their uniforms, the girls were perfectly in sync, lining up in four rows and grinding their hips to the beat. Hip-hop wasn’t my kind of music, but the way they moved, hitting each beat in perfect synchronicity, left me hypnotized.
Ice Ice, Babypulsed through the speakers, and I watched as Coach Kelly barked orders at them, her arms raised in instruction.
I stared, unable to help myself. Not like she’d notice—she was too busy orchestrating over twenty cheerleaders.
“Yes! Hit…hit…hit! Lindsay, speed it up a little, you missed that last beat!”
Her voice was masculine, deeper than most females I knew. I leaned forward, resting my elbows on my knees and placing my chin in my hands, listening.
“Go, hit…hit…yes, you got this! Remember what we talked about this summer!”
I had my curiosity dialed in on high, and once I invested in something, I fixated on it...and I was certainly invested in this scene.
Slowly, I brought my bottom lip into my mouth, nibbling gently as I watched Coach Kelly clap and pace, her eyes focused on the routine.
That’s what it was, right?Hercreation,Herinstructions.Herteam.
I could barely make friends, and this woman was out here on a college campus puppeteering cheerleaders with nothing but a whistle and a firm hand.
Fuck, it is so hot.
Leaning back on the bleacher behind me, I relaxed, imagining what it would be like to be on the team.
I manifested what I wanted to happen in my mind, envisioning myself in perfect step with the others, Coach Kelly praising me when I did a good job.
Smiling, I closed my eyes, and my nipples pebbled at the thought of her telling me what a good job I did.
I fixed my eyes on her once again, appreciating the generous curve of her tits that led to a gracefully long abdomen and even longer, toned legs. To see her stretched out and naked… Preferably on the floor of my bedroom.
And it was then I knew I wanted to be on Coach Kelly’s team—no, Ineededto be on her team.
3
FREAKSHOW
Two weekslater
Mary
“I made pancakes and eggs, Mare. Come sit and eat. You’re always in such a rush to get to class early…I miss you.”
“I don’t have time, Ma. I’m meeting up with Harper this morning so we can go for a run.”
“Harper? Who is that?”
“Liv’s friend, remember? I told you this already. You should get some rest before your shift tonight.” I kissed the top of her graying head, slinging my backpack over my shoulder and trying to ignore the small pang of guilt I felt inside my chest. I hadn’t seen my mom at all lately, between her late shifts and my early mornings, there wasn’t any time. Pushing the feeling down, I tried to focus more on my own goals rather than hers.
“Ok, maybe we can do a movie night on my day off?”
“Sure thing!” I called, letting the heavy wooden door close behind me.
* * *
Harper waitedfor me near student housing, and it was only a twenty-minute walk from our little farmhouse on the outskirts of the campus.
Liv was my second cousin; our mothers grew up together in Vermont and remained close until mom had her accident.
