Bounce they did. So much that nearly everyone turned and gaped at her in some way or another. But that didn't bother Jennifer at all. She liked that kind of attention. It was her way of knowing that she could have anyone at any time. She like that power over people. Lust was a deadly sin, and no one in the school was lusted for more.
Jennifer now had a free period where she got together with two or three of her cheerleading friends and went over some routines. The only problem was that, in her current condition, someone was bound to make a comment.
This time it was Petey Lester. He was a little uncouth, to say the least. He had a devil-may-care attitude and ususally said whatever was on his mind. As she saw him she scoffed at him in her mind. Who wants to be called Petey anyway?, she thought. He yelled at her from across the hall, in some kind of Southern yokel accent, "Look at them thar' knockers bouncin' to and fro'. Why don't you come over here with them sister? Ha ha!" His friends got a big laugh out of that one.
She kept walking and when she passed where they were standing, turned and simply yelled "Assholes!" in their direction. They just kept laughing.
But alas for Jennifer she was in trouble again. Her thong began itching her uncontrollably. Either that or it was stuck up too far. However, all of a sudden, she couldn't put up with the sensations it was causing. Just ahead there was a bathroom. She ran into it and ducked into one of the stalls. "Why the hell did I even put this stupid thing on?" she said out loud, for no one else was in the bathroom. With that she reached under her cheering skirt and tugged the thong down. She stepped out of it and hurriedly stuffed it into her backpack where her bra also now resided. She didn't even take notice of it being there, since she was now in a bit of a hurry.
Indeed she was in a hurry. She was the captain and the other girls always waited for her. They could never seem to do anything on their own, but again, Jennifer liked having that kind of power. She stepped out of the bathroom, free of undergarments of any kind. Her bra, thong, and socks were now gone. All that remained on her body was her newly tight cheering top, her short cheering skirt, and her sneakers. This was bound to be an interesting little practice.