Page 67 of Bad for Me

The teary cheerleader disassembled from the heap, the two girls above her dismounting so she can go.

She sobbed now, her friend wrapping an arm around her shoulder and guiding her out of the gym.

I don’t even know why I said Mary could cover her spot. Mary was the new girl, all loose movement and unsure every time she cheered. I constantly reminded her she needed to yell louder, relay the words stronger.

“Mary,” I said, walking over to her as she stretched her calves on the bleachers.

There was something undeniably familiar about her, but I couldn’t quite place it. Was she a church member? Did she work at the local grocery store and had rung me up this past summer?

The hairs on the back of my arms stood at attention as I approached her, and a memory of yelling at her to be louder stopped me.

She was acting unsure of herself again, a problem I had addressed with her before, but it was almost as if she did it on purpose to gain my attention.

Perhaps she was doing this intentionally.

It sent electricity through my body, heat to my cheeks.

“Why do I need to keep reminding you of your confidence? You said you understood last time. Do you understandnow?”

“Yes, Coach.” She stood straight, locking eyes with mine, but lost them to my tits.

“Are you strong enough for the pyramid?” I asked her, crossing my arms over my chest, suddenly very aware of how close her own chest was to mine.

Momentarily, I thought about what she’d look like with her uniform pushed up over her bare tits and her cute little skirt pulled up over her curvy ass.

I swallowed, and she met my eyes timidly, but smiled and nodded her head.

Was she smiling because she was pleased with herself? Or was she smiling because I gave her a show last night? My core tingled at the memory; she must have been in shock for the rest of the night. I smiled.

I really liked the way she followed directions for me so eagerly, and I shook the thought of her defiance from my mind. She just needed a little pushing, and I was good at that.

She surprised me with her strength in the pyramid form, a natural really. I gave her a proud smile and her cheeks blushed, making my insides quiver.

I wonder what she’d look like on her knees, tits out, and mouth open for me.

I kept my illicit thought protected by hiding behind my clipboard and making a few chaste notes.

“Alright, ladies! It’s crunch time! We need to be prepared, and in our best shape for the big day. Who’s ready?”

All my girls screamed as loud as possible, filling the gym with chants and kicks as we practiced the routine one last time for the day.

I clapped my hands, proud of how far we had come. This was the second year we had performed with the football team since the disaster that was Megan Dubois…the cheer coach that wasn’t a cheer coach at all.

I knew a lot about faking it until you make it, but that girl was a total fraud—collecting paychecks but never delivering.

The school didn’t pay me nearly what I was worth, but I was a part of the faculty organization at the college, so I felt obligated. One thing I was certainly capable of was coaching and delivering on my word.

Something Mary would learn soon, if things kept going like this.

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BARE

Mary

The spell wasn’t working…wellit wasn’t working fastenough, anyways.

Perhapsmy willwasn’t strong enough…yet.

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