The Cheerleader's Sister by MBP

The Cheerleader's Sister
By MBP
A cheerleader's little sister teaches a football player not to ignore her.

If enough people would like to see the cheerleader herself wrestle the
football player, I'll write a sequel.

Please direct any comments, complaints, compliments or discussion to

Paul was excited. He had a date with an angel. As Paul approached his
dream date's home, his mind wandered back to their meeting...

Paul was practicing for the first football game of the new season. His
college was expected to contend for the Division I national title. A
junior, Paul was the team's starting halfback. At about 6 foot even
and 205 pounds, Paul's speed and strength made him a pro prospect. At
most of the games last year, and even now at practice, there were
scouts from several NFL teams watching him.

While Paul was working at a new drill, he glanced over at the
cheerleading squad. There were several new faces, but one in
particular interested him. Paul could not take his eyes off the
beautiful redhead. The freshman was petite but athletic and engagingly
buoyant. Surprisingly to Paul, the new girl was one of the bearers in
the human pyramid the cheerleaders had formed. It took some strength
to support the other girls; yet the redhead was probably the smallest
of the cheerleaders. Paul found that oddly satisfying. He just had to
meet this girl!

Contrary to what one might expect, Paul wasn't the least bit conceited.
He was extremely handsome: dark, wavy hair, green eyes, a wonderful
smile and an incredible body. But he didn't realize it. In spite of
the fact that he was constantly ogled by nearly every woman on campus,
Paul was very shy. He could not just walk up to the redhead and ask
her out. He found another way.

Later during the practice, Paul ran a sweep towards the cheerleaders.
He purposely ran wider than he should have, and he barreled into the
squad, scattering them. Paul ended up at the feet of the gorgeous
redhead. Naturally, she knew what had happened. And she wanted to get
to know Paul anyway. "Hi, my name is Kathy. I live at 7 Maple Drive.
Pick me up at 7:00 tonight." Paul was too shocked to reply, but Kathy
knew that he would show. She turned away and went to join her
teammates. Paul was useless to the team for the rest of the practice.

Paul knocked on the door at 7 Maple Drive at precisely 7:00 PM. A
young, pretty girl answered it. She was about 4'8" and 80 pounds, and
looked exactly like her big sister did at the age of 10. She was
wearing an exercise outfit and was perspiring slightly. She said "Hi,
you must be Paul. My name is Maureen and I'm Kathy's younger sister,
obviously. Come in. Kathy's not quite ready." Paul stepped into the
house. He entered into a fairly large, comfortably furnished living
room. Up the stairs were the bedrooms. Paul decided that Kathy was in
one of those.

Maureen led Paul to a sofa and asked him to sit. After offering him
some food, Maureen sat down next to Paul and talked his ear off. She
had just completed her exercise routine and gave him a blow-by-blow
description about it. Maureen talked about the fifth grade, about her
school, about Kathy, and a whole bunch of other things. Paul was
barely aware of her presence. He kept glancing upstairs, trying to
catch a glimpse of Kathy.

Maureen was getting annoyed. She was not used to being ignored. She
was 10, spoiled, pretty, vivacious, intelligent and used to getting her
own way. EVERYBODY paid attention to her, even some of the older boys
at the junior high school. Maureen decided to teach Paul a lesson.
"Paul, Kathy tells me that you're a great football player. Do you know
anything about self-defense?" Paul was beaming at Kathy's second-hand
compliment. "Yes, uh, Maureen, I know a little judo." Maureen replied
"Good! I'm being bullied by a couple of kids in school and I want to
learn how to defend myself. Could you teach me some judo?" Paul
naturally agreed. They moved some of the furniture and Paul kicked off
his shoes.

"OK, Maureen, this is the first throw. It's called an Osoto-gari." He
moved towards the little girl. "What you do is pull your opponent off
balance and whip your leg behind his/her knee and push." "Like this?"
said Maureen who quickly pulled the six footer off balance and flipped
him to the floor. "That's very good" a shocked Paul allowed. He was
surprised that the 10-year-old was able to throw him, even though he
was not expecting it. Somewhat embarrassed, Paul quickly stood up.
Maureen clapped "That was fun, Paul, please show me some more."

"Let's try something a little harder. The throw is called Ogoshi, or
hip throw. You pivot and stick your butt into your opponent, wrap your
arm around his waist, and throw him over your hip." Paul watched as
Maureen went through the motion. She went to try it on him. "I'm
pretty heavy so don't worry if you can't throw
meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee." Paul was flying over the 80 pound girl's
hip, landing with a thud on the plush carpet. Paul wasn't protecting
himself from being thrown, but he still could scarcely believe that the
pre-teen girl was strong enough to toss him. He got up. "Let's try
this again. It'll be good practice for you." Actually, Paul just
wanted to stop Maureen from doing it again. He set himself as he had
been taught. Maureen pivoted with incredible speed and Paul was once
again on the ground. "How was this happening?" Paul thought. He was
sure he had tried to stop her. Some very large and powerful judokas
had been unable to throw Paul. But this tiny girl had done it. Maybe
Paul had subconsciously eased up for Maureen. I mean, she was so tiny
and young. Yes, that was it. The thought was comforting.

"OK, Maureen, now it's time to try some ground work. I can't remember
the name of the hold, but I'll show you a method to keep someone
pinned." The football player and the cute girl laid down on the
carpet. "You wrap your right arm around the person's head in a type of
headlock, keeping your right shoulder snug into your opponent. Then
you grab his left arm and immobilize it along your side. You use your
legs to keep leverage and balance." Maureen did as Paul said and told
Paul to try to get out. Paul did not want to hurt the young girl so he
didn't try too hard. Paul made no progress so he tried harder. And
harder. And still harder. Pretty soon he was using all of his
considerable strength and cunning; still Maureen kept him securely
pinned. Paul was getting desperate. But he didn't let on. "OK,
Maureen, you got the picture. When I tap you on your back twice, or
bang the floor twice, that's the sign of surrender." Paul tapped the
little girl's back. She released him and they stood. "Well, Paul, I
had you pinned pretty good there, didn't I?" Paul couldn't answer. He
was looking down at a girl half his age, 16 inches shorter and 125
pounds lighter. How could he admit that this waif had him helpless?
So he just forced a smile. "Let's try everything together." Paul
decided to throw her around a little. He didn't want to hurt Maureen,
but he needed to get back a bit of self-esteem. They circled each
other.

Paul smoothly pivoted and went in for the Ogoshi. But Maureen shocked
him. She stepped around him, wrapped her left arm around his back and
threw Paul over her left hip. When Paul got up, the vivacious girl
stuck her young butt into him and threw him again, this time over her
right side. Paul stood up and backpedaled when Maureen came towards
him. He was completely on the defensive. With Paul moving backwards
and off-balance, it was simple for the cheerleader's sister to execute
the Osoto-gari. Hanging on to Paul as he fell, Maureen wrapped up the
muscular young man in the headlock hold. Paul struggled to no avail.
The college football hero was being overpowered by a fifth-grade girl.
And there was nothing he could do about it.

Maureen knew that Paul was helpless. She said "When you're ready to
concede and admit that you've been beaten by a GIRL, tap my back
twice." This needled Paul into renewed struggles. But he had no more
success than before. The NFL prospect tapped his tiny conqueror twice.
The young girl released him.

Paul stood. He heard laughter and looked to see his date's baby sister
giggling and making muscles. The pre-teen stuck her tongue at Paul and
posed sexily as the victress. Paul could not take it. He did not have
a huge ego but this was too much. He advanced to attack the kid.
Maureen ducked under him and lifted the 205 pound man onto her slim
shoulders in an airplane spin. It took her a few seconds to gain good
balance but Maureen easily supported Paul's weight. The 10-year-old
began spinning her 20-year-old opponent.

Kathy stepped out of her bedroom, looked downstairs, and was treated to
the sight of her handsome, athletic date draped across the shoulders of
her kid sister. Kathy just smiled and went back into the bedroom to
apply the finishing touch to her makeup.

Maureen spun around about 20 times and then dropped Paul onto the sofa.
Paul was very dizzy. The room was spinning. He stuck his head into
the pillows on the couch. It took Paul several minutes to regain his
equilibrium. He stood up and Maureen walked to him. Paul cowered; he
had no idea what the incredible little girl would do next. She reached
for him and began straightening his clothes. "You look completely
disheveled, Paul. Why don't you go to the bathroom and freshen up?"
Paul did as he was told.

In the bathroom, Paul tried to make some sense of what had occurred.
It was simple. He had been overcome by a 10-year-old girl. He had no
other answer and no way of rationalizing his defeat. She was stronger
than him. Amazing.

Paul left the bathroom and saw the sisters talking and laughing. He
turned a bright shade of red, assuming that Maureen had told Kathy
about their contest. Kathy said nothing except hello. She smiled
warmly at him and Paul felt better immediately. They got ready to
leave.

As he walked to the door with Kathy, Paul felt Maureen tug at him. He
nervously turned around. Maureen pulled his head down and gave him a
soft kiss on the cheek. "Thanks for the self-defense lesson, Paul.
Have a good time." A relieved Paul took a final look at the strong 10-
year-old and left.

"What was that all about?" asked Kathy. "Well, your sister was being
bothered by bullies and asked for some help. So I showed her a little
judo." "That was nice of you" said Kathy and she took his big hand
with her smaller, well-manicured one. Kathy then squeezed Paul's hand,
causing him to wince. And then he knew.

[kendawg]

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