It was pretty much agreed what had to be done, and not wanting to appear snobbish, or like some kind of primadonna, I went along with the plan. I was a freshman cheerleader, and the youngest on the squad at eighteen, and I didn’t want to make waves.
We were in a difficult situation, one that called for a little creative strategy. There was no way our school was going to beat our city rival with Jason playing. He’s like the best college player in the nation, averaging over thirty points a game, big and strong and way better than anyone on our team. Heather our senior co-captain, came up with the idea a week before the big game. Simply put, one of us would seduce Jason the night before the game, give him the kind of workout he wouldn’t soon forget and make him too wasted to play well.
Instead of straws, we drew pom-pom streamers to decide which one of us would have the honor of laying down her body, as it were, for the good of the team. Guess who drew the short streamer?
I’m not a prude or anything, but also I had never had sex with a guy before, so I felt excited and insecure and anxious, all at the same time. I’m not bragging, but I never had any trouble getting looks from the boys, even though i’m kinda tall at five feet eight inches and my boobs , which are really firm and perky , are certainly not the biggest. But I do have a nice supple body and a pretty heart shaped face and long blonde hair. Heather and the other cheerleaders had no doubt I was the girl for the job. It was agreed that I should not wear my tiny cheerleading outfit, as that would be a dead giveaway, what with the school name on the sweater and all. Heather suggested I wear one of my prep school outfits with the plaid, pleated skirt, white blouse and red red blazer, and the black patent leather shoes, with white ankle socks. No guy could resist the sight of me in that outfit and Jason would be no exception.
I found him just where we figured he would be that Friday afternoon, at the Public Library studying for finals. He was a straight “A” student on top of being a big star, but the second I sat down at the table opposite him, and started shifting in my chair and crossing and uncrossing my ankles, I could tell he had things other than basketball or books on his mind.
He was kind of cute, really, with short trimmed hair and a real deep dark brown complexion. The fact that he was black didn’t bother me except that I was sort of curious about what he looked like naked…… I’d heard stories from some of the girls about penis size and blacks and wondered if it was true.