Preview:
I sat in my car in the parking lot of the Mike Hunt Memorial Coliseum at Ford State University. It was a gray, overcast late spring morning with threats of thunderstorms this afternoon, which is why we were here early.
My daughter Lisa and I were waiting for her best friend, and member of the cheer squad, Lindsay Jordan. Lisa and Lindsay made friends at cheer camp last spring when they both found out they'd be attending Ford State in the fall. They were fast friends, always together, and sometimes hanging out at the house.
I didn't mind at all, having hot young cheerleaders prancing around in skimpy shorts and sports bras was okay with me, especially since my wife seemed to have given up on sex. No matter what I did for her, or how many times I asked, she wasn't going to do it, which usually left me in the bathroom with my phone in one hand and my cock in the other. Let me tell you, having to jerk off as a forty-three-year-old man isn't the greatest.
"There she is," Lisa said, sitting up quickly in the front seat and almost spilling her coffee. If you can call that sugar-sweetened and whipped cream topped beverage coffee.
Lindsay got out of a black minivan that promptly pulled off. Lisa rolled down her window and called out to her friend who saw us, smiled, and jogged over.
Watching Lindsay jog toward my car was quite a highlight. Lindsay Jordan was an All-American beauty, her golden light brown hair was pulled back in a ponytail, like a good cheerleader, and it bounced as she made her way to our car.