How Bad Do You Want To Be The Cheerleader – Charlie Forde, Coco Lovelock

The football season was in full swing, and the college frat house was abuzz with excitement. Charlie and his fraternity brothers had been dominating the field, with their star quarterback, Brad, leading the charge. But there was one thing missing from their success – a spirited cheer squad to pump up the crowd.

Charlie, the fraternity president, knew he had to do something about it. He gathered the brothers in the common room, his eyes scanning the sea of faces. “Alright, listen up,” he began, his voice booming over the chatter. “We need cheerleaders. Real, sexy, bad-ass cheerleaders that can get the crowd on their feet.”

The room erupted into a cacophony of whistles and hoots, the boys grinning from ear to ear, eagerly awaiting the details of the plan. Charlie held up his hand, silencing them. “Now, I know what you’re thinking, but this ain’t no joke. We need the best of the best.”

He turned to his right-hand man, Brad. “You think you can handle trying out the girls?” Brad, ever the jock, grinned and flexed his muscles, the boys cheering him on. Charlie nodded, satisfied, and turned back to the group.

“We’re looking for wild, sexy, untamed girls who aren’t afraid to get a little rough. So if you’ve got a girl in mind, bring her in. And remember, there’s no room for the timid here.”

The next day, the tryouts began. The fraternity house was filled with a barrage of busty babes, all donning miniskirts and crop tops, eagerly vying for a spot on the squad. Charlie and Brad stood on the sidelines, a team of judges scrutinizing each girl as they performed their audition.

Charlie watched as a particularly curvy blonde bounced by, her ample assets jiggling with each step. He licked his lips, instantly aroused. Brad elbowed him, snapping him out of his trance. “She’s pretty hot, ain’t she?” Brad grinned. Charlie shook his head, trying to focus. “Yeah, yeah, just keep your eyes on the prize, man.”

As the day wore on, the finalists narrowed down. Charlie and Brad huddled together, comparing their picks. “I reckon we got five or six girls who can really hold their own on the field,” Brad said, his eyes darting around at the remaining contenders.

Charlie nodded, his gaze landing on a tall brunette with legs for days. “Definitely, and that one,” he pointed at the brunette, “she’s got the bod for it too.” Brad followed his gaze and let out a low whistle.

The next day, the final tryouts began. The girls had been narrowed down to a final group of six, all of whom were fierce, confident, and undoubtedly sexy. Charlie and Brad watched from the sidelines, taking mental notes on each girl’s performance.

But one girl, in particular, caught their eye. Her name was Coco Lovelock, and she was a force to be reckoned with on the field. She nailed every stunt, her body moving with the grace and precision of a dancer. Charlie and Brad couldn’t keep their eyes off her, both of them mesmerized by her confidence and skill.

As the tryouts came to a close, Charlie and Brad huddled together to make their final decision. In the end, they knew there was no question. Coco was the obvious choice, and the rest of the girls were barely a close second.

“Alright, girls,” Charlie called out, his voice booming over the excited chatter of the remaining contenders. “Thank you all for coming out today. This was one of the toughest decisions we’ve ever had to make, but in the end, there can only be one squad.”

The girls held their breath, all of them hoping to be chosen. Charlie took a deep breath, his gaze landing on each girl in turn. “Congratulations, ladies. You all did an amazing job out there today, but in the end, we had to choose the best of the best.”

He turned to Coco, a grin spreading across his face. “Coco Lovelock, you are our new head cheerleader. Congratulations, you’ve earned it.”

Coco let out a squeal of delight, jumping up and down and high-fiving the other girls. Charlie and Brad watched as she celebrated, both of them feeling a surge of excitement and anticipation for the upcoming season.

But as the days turned into weeks, Charlie and Brad found themselves getting more and more distracted by their new cheerleader. Coco was impossible to ignore, with her long legs, tight skirts, and high ponytail that bounced with every cheer.

Brad, in particular, couldn’t take his eyes off her. He knew it was wrong, that he should be focusing on the game instead of the girl, but he just couldn’t help himself. He found himself sneaking glances at her during practice, admiring her tight abs and toned thighs.

One day, after a particularly intense practice, Brad found himself alone with Coco in the locker room. The other girls had already left, leaving the two of them alone in the empty space. Brad took advantage of the moment, cornering Coco against the lockers.

“Coco, I have to admit something,” he panted, his eyes roaming over her body. “I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re so damn sexy, and I just can’t control myself around you.”

Coco’s eyes widened, a smirk spreading across her face. “Brad, what are you doing?” she whispered, her voice quivering with anticipation. “This isn’t right, we can’t do this.”

But even as she said the words, she could feel herself melting under his touch. Brad’s hands roamed over her body, his fingers sliding under her skirt and kneading her bare bottom. Coco let out a gasp, her head falling back against the lockers.

“Brad, we shouldn’t,” she whimpered, even as her body betrayed her. Brad silenced her with a kiss, his lips claiming hers in a searing, passionate kiss that left her breathless.

As the season wore on, Charlie and Brad found themselves slipping deeper and deeper into their forbidden affair with Coco. They knew it was wrong, that they were violating the trust of their frat brothers and the decency of the college’s code of conduct, but they just couldn’t seem to help themselves.

They met with Coco in secret, sneaking into each other’s rooms and claiming her body in the dead of night. They’d wake early in the morning, sharing whispered conversations and stolen kisses before the sun rose.

But when the season came to a close, they all knew that their tryst was over. They couldn’t keep risking their futures for the sake of their desires. So they agreed to end things, each of them vowing to never speak of it again.

And so, as the years passed, Charlie, Brad, and Coco moved on with their lives, each of them chasing their dreams and leaving their sordid affair in the past. But every now and then, when the football season rolled around and the new crop of cheerleaders took to the field, each of them would allow themselves a brief moment of nostalgia, a reminder of the wild, sexy, untamed contact that had consumed them all those years ago.