Chapter Eight
By the time Thursday came around, Ginger was sure that she wanted to go to this college next year.
She checked into it, finding out that she had to be recommended by one of the instructors. Eddie had already done that for her. Next, she had to get the other instructors to approve of her. The pretty young brunette was very popular with ail of the older girls and guys teaching the various classes. She quickly had more than enough approvals.
The last step was the big test with the head instructor, Mr. Harris.
Ginger had only seen the head instructor once, that being the first day of classes. He had spoken to the cheerleaders that afternoon. All she knew about him was that he was about thirty-five years old, and that he was in charge of some of the athletic teams at the college, including the cheerleading squads.
As she talked to her new friends about the older man, Ginger started to find out more about him. Everyone seemed to know that Mr. Harris liked girls. Young girls. She found out that no guy had ever won the scholarship from the cheerleading camp. One of the college cheerleaders, Ginger's tumbling instructor, hinted that she had done a 'special' cheer for the older man to win her own scholarship.
Ginger wanted this year's scholarship. She had an appointment with Mr. Harris at four o'clock. After lunch, she saw the head instructor checking out the class at the other end of the practice field. Ginger was in a safety class, sitting on the third row of the stands. Eddie, her favorite instructor, was in charge. As Mrs. Harris finished with the other class, he walked over and observed the class that Ginger was in for a few minutes. Or, actually, he observed little Ginger for a few minutes.
Not letting on that she knew he was watching her, Ginger scooted to the end of the row. Her movement had cleared the older man's view. The pretty young cheerleader raised her feet, setting them on the row of seats in front of her.
Her legs opened. Peeking out of the corners of her eyes, Ginger saw his gaze dropping to her thighs.
No one else could see what she was doing as the teasing teenager opened her thighs a little wider. The head instructor walked closer, acting as if be were looking at the clipboard he was carrying. When he was beside the stands, he looked~ up again. He had stopped just below Ginger, with a perfect view.
Waiting until Mr. Harris was staring right up between her legs, Ginger quickly turned and stared right into his eyes.
With a naughty smile, Ginger winked at Mr. Harris. Their eyes locked for a few seconds. Ginger licked her lips lewdly and smiled. He blushed, then turned and walked away from the class.
At exactly four o'clock, Ginger entered the office of the head instructor.
Classes were over for the day. The kids were getting ready for supper. The instructors had already left. As she walked into the office, Ginger didn't see another soul around.
'Mr. Harris?' she said, peeking around the corner to the man sitting behind the big desk. 'I'm Ginger Flowers.'
'Hi,' he said, putting down the file he had been working on. 'Come on in, Miss Flowers. I understand that you're interested in our scholarship program.'
'Oh, yes, Sir,' she said.
'Well,' he said, 'there are a lot of young men and women this year to pick from. It's going to be a hard decision.'
'I really need this scholarship,' Ginger said.
'You do come highly recommended,' the man admitted as he ogled the beautiful young girl.
Ginger was in her dark sweater and skirt again. She had her long brown hair in pigtails. She shuffled as she stood in front of the older man, looking like she was about four years younger than her real age. She was trying to look that way. As she watched Mr. Harris, she saw that he liked what he was seeing.
'Well,' he said, his eyes finally raising up to meet Ginger's eyes. 'I guess we should test your skills.'
'Let me show you what I can do,' she said with a smile.
The man got up from his desk, walking around and sitting in the chair next to the wall.
Ginger stood in front of him. She had walked over to the building dressed like a good little cheerleader. Just before she knocked on the door, though, she made one change. The thick panties that usually were under her short skirt were now in her purse.
Ginger started by just rocking up and down on her toes, feeling her braless tits jiggling under the sweater as she clapped her hands. She started a chanting cheer, her motions getting higher as she rocked up and down harder.
His eyes stayed on her bouncing tits until she had rocked up high enough for her skirt to come up over her naked cunt-bush.
Suddenly, his eyes jerked down. Mr. Harris thought that he saw something as little Ginger jumped. Something brown and furry. She did it again. Her naked pussy came into view.
'Jesus!' he gasped.
'Something wrong, Mr. Harris?' she sweetly asked. 'Are you having trouble seeing me?'
'N-no,' he stammered.
'I really do need this scholarship, Mr. Harris,' she said, still bouncing. 'Can you see how much I want it?'
'God!' he groaned.
Ginger turned and leaned over the man's desk as she stopped the cheer. She knew that her short skirt was riding up over her naked ass as she reached over his desk. She took the plate with his name on it, looking back over her shoulder.
'Do I have to call you Mr. Harris?' she asked, pointing to the name plate. 'I'd feel less nervous if I could call you Victor.'
'Sure,' he gasped.
'Come up real close, Victor,' she cooed. 'I want you to get a real good look.
Let me show you how good I am.'
Ginger could feel him breathing heavily behind her as she leaned over the desk.
She let her legs open, sliding her feet on the rug until they were wide apart.
Mr. Harris gasped again as he watched.
She reached behind herself, flipping the skirt up over her hips. Her hands cupped her cute asscheeks, puffing them apart. He saw her tiny asshole and the soft curls of pussy-hair around her slick-looking cuntal slit. Her hands pulled away, and she wiggled her bare ass in front of him.
Victor Harris did love young girls. That was why he worked here. Every year, he got to see the prettiest girls from all over the state as they learned how to become cheerleaders at his camp. Many of them looked at him as some sort of father-figure. He liked that. When it came to the scholarship each year, he never knew what was going to happen. Usually, the girl who won would flash him a little of her young body, or let him feel her up for a few seconds.
This year was definitely looking like one of the better years.
Reaching out tentatively, Mr. Harris caressed the softness of Ginger's hip. She moaned, squirming back against his hand to let him know that she didn't mind.
'God, you're beautiful,' he whispered.
'Ooooh, Mr. Harris!' she cooed.
'Victor,' he said. 'Remember?'
The man leaned down, kissing the creamy cheek of her ass as he moved both hands to her hips.
'You've got a beautiful ass, Ginger,' he said in a hissing whisper.
'You wanna kiss it?' Ginger teased.
The pretty young cheerleader gasped as Victor's face dipped again. His hands spread the cheeks of her ass. His tongue slipped out and he licked across the velvety cheeks of her ass. He swirled his tongue down into her ass- crack, tasting her sweetness. He lapped across her furry cunt-bush, licking into that pink slash. With broad swipes, he licked all the way from her clit to her tiny asshole.
'OOoOoh, my God!' Ginger gurgled.
