Cheered On

Lulu Chu’s the new cheerleader stuck tutoring Harmony Rivers—the captain who’s drowning in numbers. Harmony hates feeling stupid, so she’ll trade anything to pass. When Lulu admits they shrink under the other girls’ talent, Harmony sees a way to pay back the favor and maybe get off at the same time. She steps in close. “Shoulders back,” she says, sliding warm palms across Lulu’s collarbones. The touch is electric. Harmony keeps moving her—tweaking elbows, angling hips, stretching spine—each adjustment pressing their bodies tighter. Every new curve is a dare. Breath shortens. Fingers linger. The math textbook slides off the couch unnoticed. Lulu leans in first. Harmony meets the kiss hard, tongue greedy, then she’s yanking Lulu’s sports bra up and closing her mouth around a stiff nipple. Lulu arches, pulse hammering. Harmony’s hand slips under the skirt, finds slick heat, two fingers curling deep while she grinds her own cunt against Lulu’s thigh. They crash to the floor in a tangle of limbs and damp cotton, biting, licking, rutting until Lulu comes shaking and loud, the cheer captain’s name on their tongue like a filthy prayer. Harmony keeps licking her through the aftershocks, eyes bright, already hungry for round two.