"They like to show off and flirt a bit, don't they?"

It took me a few seconds to even realize that I had heard the question. "Huh?" I responded weakly.

I was busted. Busted hard. The cheerleader sponsor had walked up behind me and had whispered it to the back of my head.

I turned to see her with a cute smile on her face and a knowing twinkle in her eyes.

"Oh, relax. It's no big deal. They like you, you know. So they show off for you."

I breathed a sigh of relief. I still didn't know what to say. I'm not a coach, but I'm a teacher at the junior college and I like to help out at the football games.

I bring the mascot statue to the games in the bed of my truck. At the games, I help the four guys that take care of the mascot. We unload it, attach it to the wheeled platform and they push it down the track after touchdowns.

Anyway, that explains why I'm down on the track at the football games. It also explains why I'm there two hours before the crowd. Which, in turn, explains why I was there not even realizing that I was staring at the cheerleaders while they did their stretches.

Kacey, the cheer coach, continued her little talk. "Now, as long as you don't think that they really want to do something with you. Sure, they're old enough, but you're still a professor and that would get you into trouble."

"I'd never do that." The words stumbled out of my mouth.

"Oh relax," she responded, reaching out to push playfully against my chest with her hand. "I know that you wouldn't do that. The girls know it too. That's why you're safe to flirt with."

As she was saying this, one of the cheerleaders sitting in the turf spread her legs wide and was leaning over to touch her head against the field. From behind, it caused her skirt to rise up and reveal two tight ass cheeks peeking out of her panties, or bloomers, or "spankies" as the girls call them.

"Shameless!" Kacey whispered to me and headed over to where Lisa was stretched out. She squatted down beside her and whispered something to her. Lisa popped up into a sitting position quickly, surprised by the sudden appearance of her coach. Then, as Kacey stood up, Lisa turned toward me and smiled.

Kacey returned to me with a smile on her face. As she walked up, she said, "Honestly, I don't know how you can stand there without your cock poking through your pants."

"Uhhhh," I stammered, not believing what I was hearing. "Why are you doing this?"