In my eighth grade year at Reardan, I was required to take wood shop. There was a loophole that said I could have taken Home Economics instead. However, doing so, would have only fed the rumors about my life before Reardan in Spokane. I opted for wood shop and did as well as one can expect as I had never worked with my hands using tools before. Keeping it brief, one day I suffered an hand injury using the table saw. Initally the doctors thought I might lose two of my fingers but they managed to save them. I did however have to have metal pin in both fingers for over a year, giving the bones time to heal.
It was important to my dad, as he become principal for the high school that I become a contributing member of the Reardan Indian atheletic program. So during my freshman and sophomore years of high school I was the team equipment manager for both the football team in the fall and the basketball team during the winter months.
One of my responsibilites as equipment manager was to launder towels during practice so the team would have clean towels after their post-practice showers. To this purpose I had access to the women’s locker room when it was empty and not being used. (Not that it really matter to me. I was much more interested in the naked young men in the men’s shower room than any girl I might have seen in the women’s shower room.)
It should come as no surprise that on occasion I would try on one the school’s cheerleader uniforms. They were kept in the office. I told Steve this secret and he let me know he had always wanted to fuck a cheerleader. This was a conversation we had during football season. There was a three week period between the end of the football season and the first game of our basketball season. This meant three weeks the uniforms would not be worn.
During a Friday basketball practice, I visited the girl’s locker room and found the uniform I already knew to be the good fit for me. The next night Steve and I traveled into Spokane. The cheerleader uniform was in the trunk of his car. When I modeled it for Grandma, I told her one of the cheerleaders had lent it to me. As was usual, Steve took several photos of me in the uniform. [It should be mentioned that by this time my Grandmother was already in fairly rapid decline. She would pass away sixteen months later from the tumor. More often than not when Steve and I visited she was just happy to see us and did not ask a lot of questions.]
On that evening, we watched a movie with our Grandmother. Afterwards we told her we were going out for a pizza. I was still wearing the cheerleader uniform and she cautioned me to be careful if I was going to wear it out. I am sure she was talking about the pizza but Steve and I had already agreed we would have to be very careful not to get any cum stains on the uniform. We were not careful enough.
About two week later, there was a big ruckus at Reardan High School because cum stains had been found on one of the uniforms. How had it happened. There were rumors of course. But I was never a suspect. We only did this stunt once. We both now realized that cum stains was just too risky a second time.