I should’ve known that Jeremy would have something to say. I didn’t even realize that anyone was close enough to overhear our conversation until Jeremy paddles up beside me, hesitantly smiles as he looks me over from top to bottom, and says. “He’s wrong, I think you look great.”
I’d like to discourage him, if possible, but it’s hard to be harsh with him since he stopped a couple of guys that wouldn’t leave Kelly, Emma, and me alone when we were at the mall a few days ago. Listen, he’s a nice guy. I’ve talked with him some on and off over the st few weeks and I do like him, that’s not the issue. The real problem is that David says he finds me attractive, he used another phrase, but we don’t need to get into that, and that he’d like to go out with me. There lies the rub. I don’t believe that I’m ready for that kind of retionship with him or anyone else.
“Thanks,” I reply in a deadpan tone.
He doesn’t seem to get that I’m not interested in having a conversation with him right now and presses on. “By the way, Emma told me that you made the squad, congratutions.”
“Thanks, but that was mostly due to their help.”
“Maybe, maybe not. From what they said you’re a natural. Either way, I think you’ll make a great cheerleader.”
He looks me over from top to bottom again as he says that, then stops to stare at my breasts. They’ve gotten bigger, it’s easy to tell since I’m filling out my bras more. I snap my fingers in front of his face. “Hey! My eyes are up here!”
He blushes, looks at me, and murmurs, “Sorry.”
“Ugh… Why do boys do that? Do you have any idea how disrespectful and creepy that is?”
Of course, those are rhetorical questions since I know exactly why boys do it, so I don’t bother waiting for him to say anything and paddle my way over to join Kelly, Emma, and Lisa.
Once I rejoined them, we talked and pyed for the remainder of the afternoon until we had to go clean up for dinner.
The rest of the summer was spent with us either hanging out together, going to movies, skating, bowling, or any number of other things, but the main theme for Kelly, Emma, and I was cheer practice.
I have to admit that I’ve never had friends as close as Emma and Kelly. Admittedly, I was quite close to Chel, she was undeniably my BFF there, but with her, it wasn’t quite the same thing. Before, it was us being friends while at the same time, tacitly circling the decision of whether to take the next step and become boyfriend and girlfriend. Looking back at it, for me, the decision was more about meeting the expectations of me, than actually wanting Chel to be my girlfriend. I loved her as a friend, but beyond that, I never felt any more for her than as more than a close friend.
The main difference now is my sex. Where Emma and Kelly are concerned, my thoughts and considerations aren’t even the same. Plus, they’re the prime movers behind getting me much more comfortable with myself. My confidence has soared to all-time new heights. Thanks to them, running around in mini skirts, dresses, short shorts, or even a bikini anymore presents no problems. Though, I still have twinges when guys look at me like I’m a piece of meat and it makes my skin crawl.
During one of our sleepovers of the summer, we were talking about that and I found out that I’m not alone in that reaction. Let me expin, I’m a lot more comfortable with boys looking at me, and as a general rule, it makes me feel good about myself when I am dressed and feeling super cute, and they look me over appreciatively. That kind of attention is awesome. However, the ones that bother me, the ones that make my skin crawl, they’re the boys who look at me as if all they want to do is rip my clothes off of me and jump my bone right then and there. Look, I get all the hormones, sexual attraction, and frustration it brings, but we’re supposed to be human beings, not animals who have no self-control, that’s all.
Mom also took me shopping again and I got my first proper high heels. I have many pairs of 2” or 3” heels, so when I say proper, I mean ones with 4” heels or more. There was a company party that we had to attend so I had to dress up, which meant a new party dress and a pair of pumps with 5” heels. They did wonders for making my legs and butt look shapelier. The party was a lot of fun and got a ton of compliments, even if I desperately wanted to get them off my feet long before the end of the evening.
Not long after the party, Mom took the three of us shopping for our school uniforms. Bck scks, burgundy dress shirt, and bck tie for David. Diana and my uniform consists of a bck and white pid, pleated skirt and a burgundy blouse with a white ribbon tie, along with sheer bck pantyhose. I think it’s a rather cute uniform even if David is whining about not being able to wear regur clothes to school like we did at our st school.
We’ve already received our schedules for school in the mail, along with a map of Hoffstead. Thankfully, either Emma, Kelly, or both are in all of my csses so I won’t be alone. Of course, some of the other cheerleaders are in my csses as well, so that helps, too.
Finally, school starts and everyone meets up to walk to school together. First up is an assembly, so we gather in the auditorium where the principal gives a welcoming speech, in which he tells us what is expected of us, and then introduces all of our teachers. Once he dismisses us we head to our homerooms. For Kelly, Emma, and me, that is math, which I’ve always enjoyed. Unsurprisingly, no sooner do we enter the room than many of the boys turn to stare at me.
One of them wolf whistles and loudly says, “Hot damn! New meat!”
As you can guess, that makes me blush and upsets me. Then, I notice Jeremy is in our css, too, and see his angry expression as he sps him on the back of the head and snaps, “Don’t be a douche,” which draws some, “Oohs” from several of them. Jeremy smacking him makes me a little happy, so I smile slightly and mouth, ‘Thank you’ to him and he nods in return.
There are other comments, but none are that rude. Thankfully, most of them are along the lines of “Darn she’s cute,” although one guy’s comment, “Jeremy has a girlfriend,” makes him reply, “I only wish she was,” which brought on another round of, “Oohs,” and makes me blush again.
A few moments ter, our teacher comes in. “Alright. Settle down and take your seats. Okay, for those of you who slept through assembly, I’m Ms. Harris and I’m your homeroom teacher.”
She tells us our schedule, which we already knew, and then expins that this year things will be a little different. All of our csses will be taken in this room and the teachers will be the ones who’ll be changing cssrooms, except for our elective period and gym which is the final period for the day. So our course schedule is math, nguage arts, reading, social studies, lunch, science, health, whatever elective we chose, and then gym for those not involved with a sport or cheerleading.
She expins the school rules, especially the dress code about uniforms. The gist is: wear the proper uniform or get sent home. Three infractions and your parents have to meet with the principal for you to come back.
Next, she calls several boys to the front and has them pass out our ptops. Yep, ptops since all of our textbooks and homework are done digitally. Once they’re passed out, she has us register our ptops with our name and student ID, and then set up our login to the school network. Once she ensures that everyone has registered and has access, she tells us she will see us tomorrow morning and releases us.
I’m not going to go into a huge amount of detail about most of the school year, nor much of anything else since it’s all pretty much routine, until the week before Homecoming that is. I’ll tell you more about it a little ter.
I’ve pretty much settled into my routines and very much enjoy my life. Lots of hanging out with my friends. Lots and lots of cheer practice so we can cheer for our teams.
By the way, notwithstanding Karen, I enjoy being a cheerleader. I should tell you that Karen had an utter meltdown when Kelly was voted to be captain and Emma co-captain. She stupidly threatened to have her parents quit funding cheer activities over it. Let’s just say that my mom was there to watch us and she said, “That’s fine. I’ll be more than happy to fund everything.” The look on Karen’s and her mom’s faces was priceless.
Jeremy and I are now a lot closer after he smacked a guy down for sticking his hand up my skirt and grabbing my butt. Seriously, you give me a good reason to keep pushing him away when he is willing to go that far? He’s a nice guy, very protective of all the girls in general, and because of all that, and more, I like him a lot.
Since school began, I’ve been asked by easily two dozen boys to go out with them and turned every one of them down as gently as I could. It’s not that I didn’t find them attractive or there was anything wrong with them per se, it's just that little piece of me that keeps saying, ‘No, you aren’t ready for this.’ Though, I’ve kind of warmed up to the idea of liking boys. However, I still don’t feel that I’m ready to have a boyfriend or date just yet.
However, it’s not much longer until my position on dating and boyfriends will change with one spur-of-the-moment decision.
