Cheer Tryouts

Emma had cheered for years. When Gizelle finally made the squad, her excitement felt like heat between her legs. After a hard practice Gizelle pulled her aside, voice shaking. The championship sat like a weight in her throat. She feared she would embarrass them all. Emma offered private sessions, but a strained back delayed them. Gizelle’s concern turned soft. Her hands looked skilled. A massage sounded better than plans made in the air. Emma agreed, lowering herself onto the locker-room bench. Her uniform skirt rode up, baring a strip of golden skin. She kept the tight top on, nipples stiffening beneath thin fabric. Gizelle straddled her, knees snug against Emma’s ribs. Oil slicked fingers pressed into the dips of muscle. Each circle pulled a moan from Emma’s lips. She felt Gizelle’s cunt warm above her, imagined the slick that must be gathering. Tension seeped out and arousal seeped in. The massage crept lower, thumbs sliding the waistband of her skirt. When the touch brushed the swell of her ass, Emma arched. Both girls panted. Without words they pulled at straps and hooks until bright polyester heaps lay on the floor. Bare skin met bare skin. Oil-slick palms swept over Emma’s spine, then cupped the curve of her cheeks. She pushed back into every squeeze, pulse beating between her folds. Gizelle’s breath hit her ear. “Better?” she whispered. Emma answered with a roll of her hips that left them both slick and aching.