Cheer Squad: Kayla Does the Splits (Cheer Squad, Vol. 2, Book 2)

By Lesa Fuchs-Carter

Kayla has to get this routine down by Friday, but she's just not getting it. Hours in the gymnastics wing of the university gym working on her tumbling has made her aware of two very sexy male gymnasts, Craig and Rylie. They tend to practice alone with her, doing their routines with Adonis-like bodies. When Kayla finally finds her groove and lands in the splits for the two, something shifts and a wild threesome ensues.

Sneak Peek:

I started one of the more complex round offs, I'd only landed it twice. When I landed it I smiled, and did it again, I stepped a few extra times but kept on my feet. I started the easy part of the cheer before my tumbling routine to get the feel for the transition, but it slowed me down and I had to think more about my next move which put me flat on my ass again.

I sucked in a frustrated breath and re-ponied my red-brown locks into a high ponytail. I watched as Craig flipped on the rings, he was a good-looking guy, all broad shoulders, and trim waist, he wore only a dark silver sleeveless shirt and loose fit gym pants. He moved with easy grace, no doubt from his countless hours of practice, making it look so simple. His dark hair was cut floppy and it moved as he swung, letting go and doing three full flips before landing with that steady ease.

Rylie stood near him, spotting him, his blond hair cut short. He mounted the rings with Craig's hands on his naked sides. He looked to have waxed, his chest smooth and shiny. It was a shame they were gymnasts and probably gay, I thought but caught myself, I had gay friends that got so frustrated when I stereotyped them.

I blushed and quickly tumbled away in hopes they hadn't caught me staring. I could do the first set without the lead in. I thought and did it again. Yep, flawless, it was just getting the transition from dancy – go-yeah-go to tumbling. I did it again, complete with the words, as loud as I'd do them in competition, and then taking one breath before tumbling my way across the mat. I landed it flawlessly and noted both guys smiling at me.

Craig offered me a salute, and Rylie offered a slow clap. I blushed and swept a lock of hair behind my ear.

***Warning: This 4300 word short story includes graphic sexual encounters, including menage-mmf, oral, fondling, anal, and double penetration. Not for those under 18 or the weak of heart!***

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lesa Fuchs-Carter
• Release date: Jan 31, 2018
• ISBN: 9781370976379

Lesa Fuchs-Carter

Lesa is a writer of erotic fiction, often considered "too sexy" she has over 50 titles in a wide variety including everything from sweet romance novellas to paranormal short stories. She enjoys pushing the limits and playing out her fantasies on paper.

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Kayla Does the Splits

By Lesa Fuchs-Carter

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This short story is fiction. All names, characters, companies, incidents, places, etc. are from the author's imagination, or are used in a fictitious manner. Any similarities to actual events, places, or persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

The content of this eBook contains sexually explicit and graphic situations and is intended for persons over the age of 18. All characters portrayed in sexual acts are 18 years of age or older.

Edited By Ember Rose.

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I'd never get this. Shelly was taking my usual routines and building on them like crazy, throwing in half twists and back flips with tucks and turns. I'd only successfully done three of the five new requests, and I had to have them down by Friday. I winced landing hard on my butt for the third time in fifteen minutes. I was grateful the gymnastics wing was willing to share their spring floor with me, or my bruises would be ten times worse. The gym was