Dating, Part Two

After losing the game I decided I'd try to date one of the lazy cheerleaders who'd shown up for my opponent. Maybe not the most promising beginning! In addition shyness almost overcame me, but somehow I trotted into the ponytailed smirking presence of the nearest cheer and stammered:

"Wow, that boy from your school really got the better of me, I'm kind of embarrassed!"

I must have looked the part too, because my cheeks were crimson. The cheer however just smirked all the more and said she knew what that was like because she had to show her matching knickers every game. I nearly swooned.

"Guess you saw them," she added with a cheesy smile.

"I did, but I wish you'd shown them for me!" I smiled back shyly.

Pants and all she trotted up the steps to the girls' changing room. I couldn't bear for her to go! So I all but whimpered a plea to see her again some time.

"Beginners grade?" she asked very dubiously, prettily raising one little eyebrow as she looked down at me.

"What's that got to do with anything?" I cried. "We don't smell a certain way, you know!"

"It's important when you do what I do," she pointed out, but at great length she reluctantly agreed.

Hurrying to the date I saw my cheerleader already there, waiting with her back to me. Her white dress with strawberries on reminded me I'd never seen her out of uniform! She was letting her skirts billow in the breeze, careless, and I saw she was a cheer through and through because she was still wearing the same bright red panties as before. Excitement made me squirm.

Once we'd sat down at the café and ordered milkshakes, I asked her: "So, um, what do you like to do?"

"Side-hurdlers and herkies, most of all," came back the serious reply. "Still trying to pull off the perfect bow-and-arrow. That's when I put my foot by the side of my head, you know, like I was doing at your game, every time my school scored?"

"Yes, you did that a lot," I replied, but it came out rather more petulantly than I'd intended.

"I'm sure you can improve," she told me encouragingly.

"Wow, are you sure you're a cheer and not a gym teacher?" I grumbled back.

"You won't do it if you've already decided you can't," she returned, sounding more like the latter than ever.

So it wasn't that the conversation hadn't been stimulating, but even so I was soon restless to move on to the final stage of our evening! I shifted in my chair, awkwardly, and she saw and giggled.

"Can you give me a minute to finish my milkshake?" she teased me, a little pink blush under her freckles.

That was when I really started to feel like this might be it! She slurped the last of her milkshake, took out her scent-bottle, and dabbed herself a bit. I fidgeted.

"This'll go sweetly with the rest of it, just for you," she breathed.

I tried to speak, gulped hard, and discovered I still couldn't. So the cheerleader, apparently sensing my difficulties, explained:

"Yes, night-blooming flowers and sweet summer scents, while you're walking me home like a proper gentleman."

So I walked her home, fuming like no proper gentleman. "Dates are funny, aren't they?" she smiled contentedly. "You just blush at each other and slurp milkshakes and talk about everything you already do at school!"

"There are other things you can try on dates," I blurted, before I could stop myself.

"Oh, we'll get round to that," she assured me, and batted her eyes. The lashes flicked quick like pretty butterflies. Once again I was stunned beyond speech.

"Yes," she concluded, "after we've dated for about a year, I think it'll be appropriate."

Maybe so, but unfortunately just one evening in the company of this Little Miss Perfect had been more than enough for me!

CONCLUSION: CHEER UP