How I Became a Team Girl Pt. 01

All characters are 18 and over. This is a work of fiction, a fantasy I put on paper. Power dynamic sexual relationships are unethical.

Summer almost sprinted through the hall as soon as her class let out. Her curly brown hair bounced with every step as she dodged the students in the hallway.

Get out of my way, she thought. They act like they don't have a class to get to. I need to get to this meeting.

Summer didn't know what was going on. All she knew was that Coach wanted to talk to her about some good news. She hoped that it was about the scholarship opportunity he had mentioned last week. Summer had been accepted to University College, her top choice, but she couldn't afford to go. She was disappointed but reminded herself that going to college at all was a huge accomplishment for her.

School had been very difficult for her when she was younger. As a matter of fact, she had been held back a year in the 3rd grade and was somewhat embarrassed to be graduating at 19. After she was diagnosed with dyslexia, she started to do much better in school. But she had to study her ass off for C's and the occasional B.

But through her struggle, she had found her calling. She was going to be a special education teacher, and nothing was going to stop her. So, if she had to start off at the Community College and transfer to UC, then that was what she was gonna do.

Senior year had been a whirlwind, and she was excited and ready to start the next chapter of her life. Now, a mere two weeks from graduation, she could almost taste it.

She got to the boys' locker room quickly and pushed through the door without bothering to knock. She knew this was the fastest way to Coach's office, and there was nothing in there she hadn't seen before.

She walked by Jen, the athletic trainer, who was massaging one of the linebackers on a table. There was only a small white towel covering his backside and his wide shoulders spanned from one end of the massage table to the other.

"This is why Jen really loves her job" Summer thought. Everytime I see her she's feeling up some hunky athlete. She waved quickly so as not to be rude but kept going, not slowing down at all.

"Oh, Coach White told me to tell you to meet him in the Principal's Suite!" Jen yelled behind her.

Summer stopped dead in her tracks and did an about-face.

"Really?" Summer replied with a puzzled look.

"Yup," said Jen with a smile and a wink. "And you'd better hurry. You can leave your stuff here."

With that, Summer dropped her book bag and her cheer bag at the foot of the massage table and left the locker room through the same door she had come in. Once she was in the hallway, she broke out into an all-out sprint.

The flaps from her short cheer skirt floated with every step, showing off her nice, juicy, round ass, that was barely covered by her cheer shorts. Her D cups were bouncing as she ran. Summer was slim and athletic but still curvy in all the right places. Her figure and face made her one of the most sought after girls in school but she didn't have time to date.

Summer had been a "late bloomer," so she sure was happy when her curves started to come in during junior year. She got a lot of looks as she ran top speed through the halls, and in no time, Summer was at the Principal's Suite, being greeted by his assistant while she caught her breath.

"Oh dear, take this." Ms. Knight, the secretary, grabbed a chilled bottle of water from a small fridge under her desk. "We've been waiting for you. Take a moment and get yourself together."

Summer tried to hide her confusion, but she knew that she couldn't. Her big, round eyes gave everything away. She smoothed her hair and straightened out her skirt after gulping down half the bottle of water. She probably could have used a bit more time, but the suspense was killing her. This meeting would affect the rest of her life.

Summer took a deep breath and walked through the door, Ms. Knight, right behind her. When she entered the office, Summer froze. She had actually never been in the Principal's office before, so she didn't know what to expect. But it wasn't this.

There was a large, fancy, oval-shaped table that looked like it belonged in the boardroom of a high-powered executive. There was a camera set up in the corner. There was a row of people, some she knew and some strangers, all seated on one side of the table facing the door she had just come through. And there was a big, black leather chair in the middle of the room facing the table.

The secretary came in behind her, locked the door, and took the empty seat between Coach White and Principal Smith. Summer felt like she had stepped into an interrogation and instantly went from overwhelming excitement to fear and confusion.

"Take a seat, Summer," Coach White said with a smile. "No worries, okay? This may be a challenging interview, but it's nothing you can't handle," he said with a wink.

That did help Summer to relax a bit, but not too much. She cautiously sat on the edge of her seat with her knees pressed together and her hands in her lap.

She took a quick scan of everyone in the room. From right to left, there was Principal Smith. He was fairly attractive for an older man. Summer guessed he was probably in his 50s, but he kept in shape, even working out with the football team from time to time.

Next to him was his administrative assistant, Ms. Knight, a shapely woman who didn't mind showing it. Ever since she became the Principal's administrative assistant, her outfits had been a source of discussion among the high school girls.

One girl, Mandy, a repeat offender of dress code violations, even pointed out that it was unfair to punish the girls for violating the dress code when the Principal's assistant didn't even follow the dress code. She also pointed out that the slimmer girls were never called out for wearing the same kinds of outfits that got the curvy girls sent home.

She actually made some good points. The very next week, the Principal sent out a memo to the school community all but eliminating the dress code because it was discriminatory. After that, the outfits went to another level, and Summer was no exception.

Next was Coach White. Coach White was one of the best things about Baker High. He was a retired NFL player who got injured early in his career and decided to coach.

He was in his 30s and had single-handedly turned this football team around. He was a great coach and a good guy. He could be strict one minute and cracking jokes the next. His presence simultaneously calmed everyone down and kept them on their toes.

The man sitting next to Coach, who seemed to be about his same age, wore a UC jacket. He was leaned all the way back in his chair and eyeing Summer like he was trying to see into her soul. She quickly looked away.

The girl next to him was clearly a college student. She was drop-dead gorgeous, and her short pixie haircut only showed that off even more by bringing all the attention to her almond-shaped eyes and high cheekbones. She was clearly a college student and, from the looks of her top, a UC cheerleader.

Summer could not believe her eyes when she realized that Brandon Dewes was on the end.

Brandon Dewes, the senior All-Star power running back for UC and Baker High School alum. Brandon Dewes, who was likely going to go in the first round of the draft, becoming the first player from either school to do so. The rumor was he had the biggest dick in his

He looked so much bigger in person. His handsome, chiseled face peeked out from under his UC cap. Even with a hoodie on, she could tell he was buff.

She imagined being down on her knees, looking up at him with bright eyes and a wide mouth, awaiting his seed.

He shifted in his seat with a smirk, almost like he could read her mind. Summer looked away, hoping she hadn't embarrassed herself.

Seeing the people from UC made Summer's fear vanish. She didn't have time for fear because, even though she had no idea what was about to happen, she knew she had one goal- to start at UC in the fall. And she was ready to do whatever it took to accomplish it.

Her excitement started to grow. She didn't want to be sitting. She wanted to run laps around the room, but she did as she was told. Finally, Coach White broke the silence.

"Alright, Summer, we're gonna get right to it. This here is Coach Sam," he gestured to the man sitting next to him. "And that's--umm, I'm sorry, what's your name again, sweetheart?"

"Whit," she giggled.

"Yes, I'm sorry--Whitney, who is the captain of the UC cheer squad. And on the end, you probably recognize Brandon."

Coach White knew that Summer knew who he was. As a matter of fact, Coach White had mentioned Brandon when he told Summer about this vague UC scholarship.

"They're here to talk to you about the Team Girl Scholarship. It's a special four-year scholarship that UC gives to only one cheerleader every four years. Not only does it fully cover tuition, room, and board, but it also provides a hefty stipend every semester. They're here to see if you meet the requirements."

Summer felt like she was about to burst!

Is this for real?! Could this be her ticket to her dream school?

Summer could feel her heart flutter, but she didn't want to get excited too soon.

"I don't remember applying for that scholarship. Are you sure you have the right girl?"

"Oh, we don't accept applications for this scholarship," Coach Sam replied. "It comes from recommendations only, then there's an in-person interview. You came highly recommended by Coach White, the rest of the coaching staff, and the entire team."

Summer beamed and looked at Coach White. He sat there like a proud father. You could tell he was just as excited to bring this opportunity to Summer as she was to receive it.

"So, what are the GPA requirements?" she asked with a bit of cautious optimism.

"Only a 2.5, dear," Coach Sam spoke up. "This scholarship is really focused on cheerleading skills, extracurriculars, and team spirit. We really need a girl who can follow directions and give them. Someone who can bring her unique skills and personality to our locker room.

"There's a lot that goes into making sure UC is one of the top football schools in the country. And our cheerleaders are a special part of our recruitment strategy, led by our head cheerleader, aka our Team Girl.

"Whitney here has been shining in that position for the past three years, but she will be graduating this year and moving on to graduate school out of state."

"Boooo!" Brandon interjected jokingly while doing a thumbs-down.

Whitney pushed him playfully.

"As I said, the Team Girl position is very important, and while all of our cheerleaders are good girls, none of them have what it takes to follow in Whitney's footsteps. We need a leader with team spirit who can take one for the team."

"And from the team," Brandon added as he grabbed the back of Whitney's neck and massaged it lightly.

She moaned and closed her eyes.

"But before we get to that," Coach White spoke up loudly, snapping Whitney back to reality, "we have something for you."

Summer wondered what the hell could be more important than a four-year full ride scholarship to her first-choice school as he handed the secretary an envelope.

She got up to bring it to Summer, and for the first time, Summer looked at the secretary, like really looked. She had taken her jacket off, and her huge boobs had the buttons on her shirt fighting for dear life. They had to be DDD or maybe even E. The maxi skirt she wore came down to just above her knees, but it was quite clingy. And judging from all the jiggle as she walked, she didn't appear to be wearing any panties. Her heels were high and clear, an interesting choice for a high school Principal's administrative assistant. After she handed over the envelope, Summer's eyes followed her for a moment as she walked back to her seat. Her round ass sat high and was eating up her skirt. Her cheeks jiggled with every step and she didn't bother to pull the fabric out of her crack. Summer was sure she wasn't wearing any panties.

Summer started to remember the rumors going around her freshman year. When she first started at the school Ms. Knight was a custodian. Her large backside and curvy hips caught the attention of the boys quickly, and some of them started spilling things when she was around, just so they could watch her ass bounce and sway while she mopped up the spill. The goal became making a mess that required scrubbing so that she had to get down on all fours and scrub the floor. Summer found it hard to believe that Ms. Knight didn't know what was going on, but if it's one thing Summer knew how to do, it was mind her own business.

Midway through the year, the Principal's longtime administrative assistant retired suddenly, and Ms. Knight took her place.

A rumor started that she had sucked and fucked her way into the position, but Summer never paid it much mind. There was never any proof, and high school students were always talking.

"You like what you see"

Coach Sam's deep voice snapped Summer out of her memories and she realized with embarrassment that she must've been staring at Ms. Knight's ass as she sashayed back to her seat.

"Oh I I I'm sorry", Summer stammered across the words clearly embarrassed. "I wasn't- it was just"

Coach Sam smirked as Summer fumbled through the words, clearly uncomfortable. The way he sat back in his chair with his legs open like it was his office made Summer all tingly. The way he looked at her like she was his too made her pussy thump. The realization caught her off guard and made it even more difficult to get a word out.

"It's ok babygirl" Coach White spoke up saving Summer from any more embarrassment.

"Yea, I don't mind " Ms. Knight cooed. "I'm used to it. You should open the envelope" Coach White and Principal Smith chimed in encouraging Summer. Her excitement was building

Summer opened the envelope and pulled out the rectangular paper inside, realizing she was looking at the back of a check.

When she flipped it over, a 5 and 3 zeros were staring back at her.

$5,000??!!

The check was made out to her from Mrs. Jones, the president of the football team's booster club, and there was a little note and a Post-it that read:

For all your hard work at the alumni masquerade ball. You got a bright future ahead of you.

P. S. White is your color.

Coach White spoke up.

"Summer, there is no way we can express just how much you mean to this team--hell, to this school. You always go above and beyond for this team, and we appreciate you."

"Absolutely, Summer," Principal Smith added. "The success of our football team does a great deal to add to the overall school spirit that is evident at Baker High, and as I understand it, you have a whole lot to do with that success."

As he spoke, his eyes scanned Summer's body, lingering on her boobs and her long, muscular legs.

Summer had a stereotypical cheerleader body. She also had the talent to go with it. Summer was the best tumbler on the team and was very flexible.

Coach White continued.

"This is just a small token of our gratitude. Baby girl, you've earned it and so much more."

Summer started to tear up as he spoke. $5,000 would go a long way towards books and supplies. Hell, she might even be able to get herself a decent little used car. Her mind was racing with possibilities.

"Alright, dear, you're gonna have to stop crying," Coach Sam joked. "That's gonna make the next part of our interview really weird."