Shannon's Chance
Chapter 4
I am a petite girl, 5'6 weighing around 122 with small perky boobs (32 b). An
experience that happened in my sophomore year of high school uncovered my hidden
passion for exhibitionism. As a young and quite unpopular girl, I was never part
of the crowd. I couldn't ever get my foot in the door to the most popular click
where my dream and crush, Chris, was associated with. To make a long story
short, after being invited to a small party with the cool kids, and after
several beers and a couple of shots to Tequila, Chris and I hooked up, really my
first experience with guys. After a while of heavy groping by Chris, who had
managed to remove my shirt, unhook my bra and was fingering me, I looked up to
notice several of his friends were watching us. Chris played it off and to show
off to his friends just how cool he was, forced to show my body off to the group
of the elite popular kids. By the end of the night though, we all ended up in
various states of undress in the pool.
That week I became a popular girl, and even had a date with Chris on Friday. It
turned out to be a lot of first for that night.
Things stayed pretty much the same. I started to get more daring and ended up
getting caught by my parents. After a while though, I started getting really
board with the usual exhibition stuff.
Things started to pick up again. I would go to the football games to watch
Chris play. He would always glance at me and smile. I was in the popular click
now and was having fun with it. When no one was looking, I would lift my skirt
up for him to see. He said that always gave him good luck. Most of my new
popular girlfriends were on the cheerleading squad. So mostly I stood at the
fence close to them. I felt regret that I hadn't ever tried out for it. I
could never go to the away games because after getting caught masturbating, mom
and dad forbade me from driving my car. I wasn't allowed to go out of town with
friends at all. My parents didn't have too much trust in me any more.
It was during the 4th to last game that my luck would change. On a botched
play, our running back got pushed hard out of bounds and into the cheerleaders.
Kelly was on Renee's shoulders at the time and he ran right into them. Kelly
suffered a broken leg, fractured in 3 places, and Renee had a broken wrist and
hit her head. She was actually unconscious for 3 day. I guess that is
considered a coma. Anyway, that next week at school, the squad called for
immediate tryouts. Anyone was welcome to tryout and Jen made me promise I would
give it a shot.
I went to the gym the next day for the tryouts. There was only 4 other girls
trying out. The judges were Jen, and her co-captain Macon, Ms.Valerie, who was
the (a teacher) sponsor, and Danny, who wasn't really a judge, just was helping
out on who he thought was good enough. Danny was one of the cool guys but he
wasn't an elite. He didn't play sports but help out the teams where he could.
He was in charge of making all the arrangements as far as alteration and
replacements of uniforms, since his dad was in the business. I knew him, but
not well. I went into the bathroom to change out of my school clothes. By this
point, I usually didn't wear panties at all. Today was no different. I walked
into the bathroom and stripped naked before even attempting to change. I
reached down to grab my sports bra when the door opened. Ms. Valerie, a very
beautiful mid-20's brunette walked in. I hide behind my sports bra as she
walked in. "Oh, sorry, didn't realize you would be changing in the middle of
the bathroom," she said with a giggle. I smiled back and said, "well those
stalls are a bit cramped to change in." She responded by saying "yeah, you're
right, but usually in a public place, girls usually change more discretely,
changing one article of clothing at a time. My squad must always act
dignified." I apologized, but she said, "Oh your not on the squad yet. I
wouldn't care if you auditioned naked." I blushed, thinking how much I would
love that. I began to dress again but I noticed her glancing at my body. "You
know, you have a really nice body there." I thanked her for the compliment and
reached into my bag for my gym shorts. I had brought panties, but I decided to
just not wear them. When I pulled my shorts from the bag, the panties fell out.
I picked them up and placed them on the counter while I started putting my
shorts on. She glance over and grabbed the panties and dangled them in front of
me saying, "aren't you forgetting these?" I told her "No, the are really
uncomfortable, especially when I move around a lot. Is that ok?" She agreed
they do get uncomfortable. "I quite wearing underwear in college. It was sort
of a sorority thing." When I heard that, I started to wonder how she looked.
She was wearing a tennis-type skirt. I decided I had to see her. I don't know
what it was; I just really wanted to see her body. I quickly reached down and
got my tennis shoes out of my bag and bent down to tie them. I made and effort
to move as close to her legs as possible. I lowered my head but tried look up
her skirt. She must have noticed it because she moved a little closer to me. I
tried not to look obvious. She then bent over to the other side, away from me,
to pick up a piece of trash, giving me a perfect view of her butt and pussy.
She froze for a second for me. When she turned around she smiled and said,
"Well good luck. I think you are the right girl for our team though. Just
remember, always smile."
I went out to the gym floor and the judges had a seat. We drew numbers to see
who would go first. I ended up the last one to go. Jen and Macon got up and
demonstrated a few moves for us to try. They didn't know that Jen had been
working with me the last few days. The first girl went and she couldn't do
anything right. She couldn't even do a cartwheel or a split. She left the gym.
The next girl, Bridget, was a cute little blonde. She was tall and skinny with
pretty nice boobs. She nailed the routine. It turns out, she had just moved
here that semester when her parents got divorced. She was very beautiful. She
told the judges that she had cheered at her last school. It was obvious that she
would make the team. Luckily, the next girl, Shelly, also did a terrible job.
All I had to do was be better than her and I was on the team. I wasn't worried.
I did a good job, but got mixed up on a step. I think my key move though was my
standing split. The way my shorts fit, I knew my pussy was being exposed a
little.
The judges talked it over and chose Bridget and me. "Practice tomorrow after
school." Jen came over and hugged me. She was more excited than I was. They
gave us our uniforms and we were told to change into them to since there was
only two days till the next the next football game. Bridget and I walked into
the bathroom to change. She was so excited to have made the team. She really
hadn't met anybody since she moved. Then she said something that caught my
attention. She said, "I just hope they don't make us do any stupid initiation."
I was stunned. I hadn't heard of anything like that before. Remember, I was
still relatively new to this whole sexually exploration thing. "At my last
school, whenever someone new made the team, after the first game, we would have
to pull their bloomers down to their ankle and make them walk around of the
entire edge of the "in-zone," to signify their being in the squad. The trick
was they had to carry a marshmallow in their butt the entire time. If it
dropped out, we were made to eat it and start over. It was really
embarrassing." My jaw about dropped to the floor. I couldn't believe what I
had gotten into, but I liked the simple thrill of the idea. Bridget, while
telling her tale, was stripping. She was already down to her bra and panties.
I was amazed by the story and was kind of daydreaming when she said, "Aren't you
going to change too?" I jumped up and stripped out of my clothes. I stripped
off my shorts and began to put on the short skirt. I then started to put the
top of the outfit on when she stopped me. "Honey, trust me, you don't want to
wear a sports bra in a cheering outfit." She grabbed the bottom of my sports
bra and raised it. I instinctively raised my arms as she slid it up and off of
me. It was thrilling. "Nice," she said pointing to my boobs. I thanked her.
I reached into my bag and put on my regular bra I wore to school that day. She
must have noticed that I hadn't worn any panties because she asked if I planned
to go out to get the my uniform fixed up to be altered without them on. I
turned around to search my bag for my panties. She laughed saying, "Don't point
that thing at me," and slapped my bare ass. I laughed and squatted. I still
couldn't find my panties. I dumped my bag out and still couldn't find them.
I told Bridget I couldn't find them and that I think Ms. Valerie took them. She
looked confused but didn't ask any questions. "Well, just put your shorts back
on." I did and we walked out. Ms. Valerie had already left to go to the office
to approve our grade were up to speed. Jen and Macon came up and started
talking to Bridget about her experiences in her other school.
My uniform was a little big on me. Danny called me over to the bleachers.
"Well looks like you are going to need a smaller uniform." After looking around
in the box of uniforms he said, "Well I think you are going to have to make due
with this one. All the other ones are too big. Stand up here. I'll have to try
to get this hemmed up." As I stood on the bottom bleacher, he noticed my
shorts, which had been covered by the skirt. "Where are your bloomer?" "I
don't have any yet. I just made the team you know." "Well why didn't you wear
regular underwear?" I responded, "I couldn't find them." "Well lets get
started then." He raised my top up a little to show off my belly and pinned the
underarms of it to make it stay. "I don't know if this is going to work, but
we'll see how it turns out." He turned me around and started with my skirt. He
grabbed the top on my skirt and started folding the waistband down till the
skirt was at the appropriate height. It didn't look right though. "Why don't
you take those shorts off, otherwise your skirt may end up lop-sided." I
glanced down at him and smiled. "Whatever you think you're the boss," and I
crossed my arms. He smiled and reached up and pulled my shorts down and I
stepped out of them. He pulled my skirt a little, looking at my ass and pussy.
He made his arrangement with pins and then remarked, "You know you probably are
going to have to shave." Shave what was he talking about? I always kept my legs
smooth, shaving to mid-thigh. "No, not your legs; your, you-know, bush."
"What! I don't think so. I'm not that weird." "All the cheerleaders do it,
ask Jen." I just shrugged my shoulders. When he was finished he asked if I
wanted him to put my shorts back on. I just smiled and said I could take care
of that myself. I bent down and started to put then on, making sure my ass was
right in his face. He reached out and grabbed my ass. I turned slapping his
hand away. "You know I am dating Chris." "Yeah, I've heard alright?" I asked
him what he meant by that and he just smiled.
I changed and left for home, thinking about the whole Chris thing. I told my
parents that I had made the team, but they didn't really seem to care.
