Gimme a 'V'...
by Valerie
Two cheerleaders learn a new routine in the follow-up to "The Challenge"


Our schedules permitted only telephone contact over the next several weeks.
Needless to say, on the next occasion Kelly and I can spend together, we make
up for lost time.

"So," Kelly purrs as she snuggles next to me, "what was your next encounter
like?"

"You want to hear about all of them?" I respond.

"No, just the exciting ones," Kelly replies with a twisted grin.

"So, you want to hear one of these stories every time we're together?" I ask
with a smile.

"Yeah, why not?" she replies. After a slight pause, with her smile growing
wider, she continues. "Consider it a kind of non-fattening whipped cream for
that little extra kick."

"Well, when you put it that way," I laugh. "It was the next year . . ."

By the time I had graduated high school, I had pretty much filled out to what
I'm like now. With the extra confidence from that on top of what I had gained
from defeating Carla, I figured I was ready to tackle the world. So I headed
off to college. The one I chose was in a small town in another part of the
state.

Unfortunately, I arrived the year after the town's queen bitch, Krystal, had
started there. She had spent most of the first year making sure everyone knew
this was her town, and consequently her campus. She had the faculty in her
back pocket, the boys drooling, and the girls either on her side or afraid of
her. And being head cheerleader made her visible.

From the first day I arrived, she decided I was a threat to her, even though I
wouldn't have known her from a hole in the ground. In order to make sure I
knew which way was up, she sent her two top lieutenants to give me a message.

I had just come out of the pool, and was surprised when I entered the dressing
room that there was no one else around. No one, that is, except two
cheerleaders. They were off by themselves talking to each other in hushed
voices. For a brief moment, I thought it was strange that they were dressed in
their full get up at that time, but I dismissed it and headed to my locker to
take off my one piece swimsuit.

Not long after I opened my locker opened, one of the cheerleaders came up to
me on my left. She was my height, with blond hair and brown eyes. Her top just
covered her 36C breasts, but left her midsection bare. Her short skirt topped
a pair of tanned and toned legs. Despite the friendly smile on her face, I
immediately felt something wasn't right.

"Hi Valerie," she said casually. Now I was even more on guard, since we had
never actually met. "We want to welcome you to town and to the university."

"We?" I asked as calmly as I could.

"Yah, both of us." I turned around to see standing behind me the other
cheerleader, a 34D brunette with brown eyes, also my height.

"We're the welcoming committee," continued the blond. "My name's Tanya, and
that's Jeanne."

"Yah, we just want to make sure that you know what's what," Jeanne added. "To
make sure you hang out with the right people, that you don't date the wrong
guys, and generally make sure you don't do anything to embarass anyone."

"Hey, if you just tell me who your boyfriends are, I'll make sure to stay well
clear of them," I responded as agreeably as possible.

"No, you don't understand," stated Tanya with a definite edge now in her
voice. "We'll decide if your allowed to date, and if so, who."

"Ah, look, thanks for your help. But I think I'll blunder on in my own clumsy
way. So, I'll just get changed now and head off to class."

"You don't get it," snarled Tanya, jabbing her finger into the top of my
sternum. "You don't have any choice in the matter. We tried to give you a
friendly warning, but now we're going to have to beat some sense into you."

Not liking threats, I momentarily forgot the situation and responded angrily.
"Keep your hands to yourself! I don't need you or anyone else telling me how
to live my life."

Tanya's cheeks immediately became flushed. Her right hand shot up and she
slapped me hard in the face. In response, I brought my arms up to her
shoulders and pushed her, sending her staggering back a couple of steps. The
next thing I knew, Jeanne had grabbed my arms from behind, and Tanya was
moving back towards me, glaring.

Although I felt I could break Jeanne's hold if I had time, by the look on
Tanya's face I knew that I didn't. Acting more on instinct than by design, I
flicked up my right foot and caught Tanya just above the top of her skirt, and
just below her belly button. The blow sunk in stopping her in her tracks,
causing her to double over with a loud grunt.

I immediately turned so that Jeanne was between me and the lockers. I pushed
back and heard the hollow metallic sound as her back smacked against the
lockers. I also felt a gust of air on my neck that told me I had slightly
winded her. I also felt her grip loosen enough for me to pull my right arm
forward so that I could ram my elbow back into her midsection. This produced
even a stronger gust that accompanied a gutteral grunt as she doubled over.

I then spun around and drove a right uppercut into Jeanne's solar plexus
producing another loud grunt, causing her knees to buckle. Then, just as I had
seen in fight scenes and on wrestling shows, I clasped my hands together and
chopped down on her back. With a loud cry of pain, she staggered to her left
then dropped to the floor.

I moved in behind her to pull her up. As I reached down, I saw movement in the
mirror on the far wall. Reacting quickly, I grabbed Jeanne's arms, pulled her
to her feet, and spun her around. Tanya, who was now back on her feet, had
brought her right foot up to perform a sidekick. Angry and reacting, she
blindly aimed her kick where she thought my back would be. Instead, her
running shoe rammed into Jeanne's midsection, who became deadweight in my arms
as her knees buckled again. I released her arms and she dropped to the floor,
moaning loudly.

Tanya stood transfixed, staring down at her best friend, writhing on the floor
in pain. Before she knew what was happening, I stepped over Jeanne and drove a
straight right into her bellybutton. With a loud grunt, she doubled over, both
arms wrapped around her midsection. I took a step to my right and hooked my
right into her left side. Her body bent over around my fist. As I pulled my
arm back, Tanya moved her left arm to cover her sore side. I took advantage by
driving my left up into her midsection just below her ribs. Gasping, Tanya
dropped to her knees.

Although both cheerleaders were very fit and in great shape, they obviously
were not accostomed to being slugged in the guts. I had felt the firmness of
their well-conditioned muscles when I had punched them, but also felt their
abs give way under the blows. I figured it wouldn't take much to put them both
down, but there was still two of them, and only myself. To get through this, I
figured I would need some imaginative tactics.

"Since you want to fight, you will punch each other in the midsection," I
ordered. Both cheerleaders got shakily to their feet, looking at me with
disbelieving eyes in their pain-wracked faces.

"Now!" I commanded. At that moment a strange look came over Jeanne's face.

"This was all your fault," she snapped. "If you ha -" Her statement went
unfinished as Tanya slashed a right across her abs.

"It's not my fault, and you know it," replied Tanya sharply as she stared down
at her doubled-over friend. "If you weren't so weak and pa -"

This time Tanya was the one who had a thought rudely interrupted by a punch to
the stomach from Jeanne.

"No more talk," I ordered. "Let your fists do the talking. Take out your anger
on each other's guts."

Tanya responded first, by leaping forward while still doubled over, then
straightening up enough at the last minute to punch Jeanne's stomach. After
backing away to recover, Jeanne waited until Tanya approached again before
firing her answering punch. It then became a test of wills as they began to
exchange punches, neither of them wanting show the other that the punches were
hurting them.

I remember thinking how amazed I was at watching these two friends hammer away
at each other's midsection, and how much it was turning me on. The excitement
was turned up even higher, when by silent agreement, they placed their left
hands on each other's right shoulders, and with heads down in turn continued
to blast away.

"Your cheerleaders," I blurted out. "You know rhythm, follow my lead. V . . .
A . . . L . . . E . . . R . . . I . . . E! That's it!" I was now even more
excited as they were punching each other in time with my 'cheer'.

Soon Jeanne proved to be superior. Tanya's rate of returning punches slowed
considerably, then soon stopped altogether. She was weakly trying to protect
herself, or wrapping her arms around her midsection after a particularly
painful punch. Obviously working out some deep seeded resentment, Jeanne
propped Tanya up with her left hand on the shoulder while firing away punches
with the right. The blond's body quivered with each blow as her arms hung
uselessly at her sides. At last the sweat from her hand and Tanya's body
caused the brunette to lose her grip, and her 'target' crumpled to the floor,
semi-conscious.

"Now, didn't that feel good," I chided.

Jeanne spun around angrily. "Yeah, and now it's your turn." She approached
quickly, but before she could throw a punch, I brought up my left hand and
slapped her across the right side of the face. When she brought her hands up
in pained reaction, I dug a right into her bellybutton. As I suspected,
pounding away at Tanya had tired her out. Unprepared, she could not prevent my
punch from sinking deep into her stomach, doubling her over with a loud grunt.

I grabbed her by the arms and put her up against the lockers. I then drilled
half a dozen short, quick punches with both fists into her midsection. When
she began to sag, I pushed on her shoulders to straighten her up, placed my
left hand on her right shoulder, and then went to work again. In only a few
moments, she had stopped trying to block punches and her arms were hanging
loosely by her sides. As I aimed what was to be my final punch up into her
stomach, her knees buckled and she slipped from my grip falling a little
forward, and a little to her left. Consequently, that punch never found its
mark. Instead, it connected with the fullness of her right breast, causing a
sharp, short cry of pain.

I couldn't believe how my body responded. I almost creamed instantly. It makes
me hot even now just thinking about it. At this moment, Kelly lightly flicks
one of my erect nipples. I looked down at Jeanne, unconscious in a heap on the
floor, then over at Tanya who was squirming on the floor moaning, her arms
wrapped around her midsection. Deciding I had been lucky to this point, I
quickly grabbed my stuff from my locker, put on my clothes over my swimsuit,
and left.

"Ah, not again," groans Kelly.

"Something wrong?" I ask innocently.

"You said that this was going to be an exciting story. Where's the hot, sexy
ending."

"Oh, that. It comes in the next story. And not in the way you might think," I
respond mysteriously.

"Uh, okay," says Kelly, a little confused and very disappointed.

"Let's get some sleep." I lean over and kiss her lightly on the forehead and
pull her in close. Kelly quickly gives me a quizzical look, but wraps her arms
around me and closes her eyes.