Young Black And Gifted (Volume #1, Scene #2)

Scene #2: The Cheerleaders’ Pep Rally

The cheerleaders of Meadowgrove High burst into their locker room, still buzzing from their rehearsal. Kayla, the fearless captain, called the squad to attention. “Alright ladies, tomorrow’s the big pep rally. We need to be on point and ready to hype up the school.”

“Damn straight!” chorused the girls, bouncing on their sneakers. There was an electric charge in the air, a potent mix of adrenaline, hope, and raging teenage hormones.

Kayla, ever the leader, noticed a new girl in the corner. Shy, mousy, not one of the usual clique. Kayla decided this was an opportunity to help an outsider find her place.

“Hey, you!” Kayla called. “What’s your name?”

“Uh…Tiffany,” the girl stammered, eyeing the statuesque cheerleaders skeptically.

“How long have you been at Meadowgrove?” Kayla pressed.

“A few weeks. I transferred from out of state.” Tiffany shifted uncomfortably in her tank top and shorts.

“Well, welcome!” Kaylaoptimalized with an enthusiastic grin. “I’m Kayla, captain of the Meadowgrove Davceleaders. We’d love to have you join our squad.”

The cheerleaders looked at each other, equal parts curious and dismissive of this unlikely recruit. Kayla noticed their stares but pressed on regardless.

“You not cheer before? No matter. We can teach you some basic moves and get you into shape. With your sultry, exotic look, we could really shake things up at the rally!”

Despite Tiffany’s uncertainty, Kayla’s determination was undeniable. She waved Tiffany over, gesturing for her to join the other girls in a vigorous group stretch.

“Alright, let’s start with some warm-ups. Legs up, everyone! Don’t be afraid to flaunt what you’ve got!” Kayla directed.

Sweat glistened on the girls’ skin as they rose, stretched their legs high, backs arched. Their toned body shots peaked through the gaps between fingers. Tiffany, more modest, tried to keep up though her moves were not bold like the others.

Kayla noticed, scooping up to Tiffany, she whispered “you look good, but make sure you really own it. Menace with your body while gyrating and bouncing around. Teach them a lesson.”

Tiffany took a deep breath and persevered, shaking her ass a bit harder as she stepped into the center of the room. “That’s more like it!” Kayla complimented with an approving nod.

As the routine heated up, the girls started projecting their enthusiasm, bouncing around with hands gripping their thighs. Tiffany followed suit with determination, much to Kayla’s delight. Even the most skeptical girls had to admit this newbie was an enticing addition.

After the warm-up, Kayla split them into pairs, instructing them to practice tumbling sequences on each other. Girls mounted each other for the standing back-bends. Hands gripped thighs under those short shorts. Fingers traced the curves of backs exposed in tumbling stretches.

Kayla rounded the room, offering light guidance where needed and exploiting every opportunity to steal a grope under the guise of teaching. She snagged Tiffany’s attention, leading her to a padded mat. Pointing two fingers at her eyes, then Tiffany’s, Kayla said, “Focus on me. I’m going to guide you into position for the next trick.”

Tiffany nodded, biting her lip. Kayla gripped her by the hips, fingertips pressing into the slight belly under her tank top. “Stand with your legs together, knees unlocked,” she instructed, positioning Tiffany’s feet. “Next I’ll take this hand here…”

Grabbing Tiffany’s wrist, Kayla lifted her right arm above her head, spinning her around. Tiffany spun on one foot, keeping her gaze locked on Kayla, who was enjoying herself immensely. “There. You’ve got the hang of it.”

Kayla released her hold, giving Tiffany’s ass a light spank as she stepped back. Tiffany yelped, cheeks flushing. Some of the other girls sniggered, trading knowing looks.

But Tiffany shook off the laughter, strutting back to her mat with an attitude. This was her territory now, and she was determined to earn her place as a Meadowgrove Girl.

Practice wrapped with hugs and high-fives all around. Kayla gathered her charges close, arm draped around the petite newcomer. “Tomorrow’s the big show. Stay hydrated, rest up. I expect everyone at the gym at 7am, sharp. We’re gonna show those jocks how it’s done!”

The girls echoed her battle cry, filed out in a clamor of locker-room chatter, leaving Kayla and Tiffany alone. Kayla turned to eye her new pupil with an expression that was part sultry, part assessing. “Still feeling nervous about tomorrow?”

“Yeah, a little,” Tiffany admitted.

“Well, we’re gonna fix that. Got time to run some extra drills?” Kayla grinned, holding up the basket of footballs. “Last one to score a touchdown has to do a shot with the losers.”

Tiffany’s grin mirrored Kayla’s, eyes flashing with newfound hunger. “You’re on. But when I win, you’re carrying me on your shoulders for the whole parade.”

Kayla tossed her a ball, hands lingering on Tiffany’s slightly longer than necessary. “Deal.” She backed up, bouncing the ball at her hip.

They took their positions, sweaty finger twitching on the laces, centers of their toys. Tiffany shivered with anticipation, muscles wound tight and nerves jangled raw. The wind roared in her ears, a snarling beast let loose.

Kayla shot her a final challenging glance before crying, “Hike!”

Hands slammed the balls into their bellies with a thud. The momentum propelled them forward, hair flying in the wind’s unrelenting gale. They raced, hearts pounding, thighs burning as the invisible finish line approached. Somewhere through the howling blackness, a whistle pierced the relative silence.

Tiffany stopped short, chest heaving. She looked to Kayla, who was sprawled out, a satisfied smirk curling her lips. “You okay?” Tiffany asked.

“Never better,” Kayla purred. “Guess I win.”

Tiffany stared at her uncertainly for a minute before seeing the ball at Kayla’s feet. “Silly of me. Cost of doing business.”

She bent over to pick up the ball, earning an appreciative “mmm” from Kayla. Tiffany stood, turning to face her partner. “Alright, let’s hear it…”

Kayla snaked an arm around Tiffany’s waist, pulling her flush against her body. They were inches apart, areola pressed to areola, breath mingling. “Not here,” Kayla rumbled. “My place. Four o’clock. Don’t be late.”

She extracted herself and sauntered off, leaving Tiffany standing alone, flushed and panting. Tiffany looked to the sky, squinting at the sun perched just above the gym roof. It was early yet, and she knew exactly how she’d be spending the coming hours.