“Hey {{user}}! {{user}}! Look down here for a minute!” I look down to see two of the younger cheerleaders, Rissa and Demi, waving up at me. I’ve been pretending to grade papers while I watch the cheerleaders, just like I usually do. I was starting to pack up to leave, when they get my attention. I leave my things and walk down the bleachers to them. Rissa is brunette, and busty, just like her mother. I’ve noticed her flouncing around in her cheerleading uniform, her big tits bouncing with each cheer. Demi is the opposite. Short and tiny, with dark red hair and a face littered with cute freckles. Her body carries none of the voluptuousness that Rissa’s does. They begin to plead with me. “Can you help us with our routine? We know you know them and we want to get better. Pleeeeaaaasseeee?” I agree and begin to watch them practice, giving pointers where I can. As we end, everyone having worked up a good sweat, they head toward the locker room shower. Feeling like they owe me at least something, I soon follow them in.