Chapter Forty-Eight

“Mom, when are they supposed to be here?”

“When Ms. Stanton called, she said in about thirty minutes. So probably about one.”

They would be here in about fifteen minutes then. Gawd, why couldn’t she take ‘no’ for an answer! Well, I had never actually used that word. I had tried to be delicate and considerate about it in the past. Argh!

“Can you gather up the used towels and start a load of laundry before they get here?” Mom asked, standing at the entrance to the family room. “I’ll be up in my bathroom freshening up a little before they arrive.”

I snarled with my back turned to her, and then politely replied, “Yes, ma’am”.

Sarah smirked at me as Mom went upstairs. I sighed. But I had promised Mom to do the laundry for a week. And actually it was a small price to pay for getting all the sex toys.

Sarah did help me go around gathering up all of the towels though. She’s cool like that.

We met back in the laundry room. I loaded the towels in the washer, started it running, and walked back out into the hallway with Sarah. Looking at the clock, I realized we still had time to kill.

“Do you want me to leave?” Sarah asked.

I turned to her, “You might as well stay. I’m not planning to talk to her for long.”

I then pulled her upstairs with me and into the hall bathroom. We both took care of business and then primped some while we talked.

“What are you gonna tell her?”

“The same thing as before,” I stated. “They don’t really need me. It isn’t like I’m irreplaceable. Anyone can be taught to catch a flyer.”

“Maybe, but catching flyers is just part of it. You’re awesome doing the rest of it, especially the dance parts of the routines,” she replied. “You’ve also got the experience of doing competitions. That can’t be easily replaced.”

“The girls they have will be just as good as I was by the time the competitions start.”

“Mel, what’s the real reason you don’t want to cheer this year?”

I stared at myself in the mirror as I worked with my hair.

“I told you, all the gymnastics just got old ...”

Sarah stepped beside me, running her hand through her hair. “I know you said that. Now tell me the real reason.”

I quickly turned and glared at Sarah.

She added, “Was it because of what happened with me last summer, and then with Pam?”

“You think I wanted to quit so I could have more time to do sex stuff with the two of you?”

She reached for the comb I was holding. “I think it was at least part of it. We didn’t spend nearly as much time together as we had before.”

I thought back to the past school year. Was that really part of it? Was I missing my lifelong friends? And the exciting fun of doing sex stuff together for the first time? Had I been seduced away from cheering by the idea of sex with my friends?

My silence seemed to speak loudly to my best friend.

“That’s what I thought,” Sarah proclaimed, as we stared at each other’s reflection in the mirror.

“It wasn’t the only reason,” I retorted. We both made a quick final check in the mirror before leaving the bathroom.

We went back downstairs to the family room and sat down beside each other on one end of the couch. Mom was already sitting on the other end.

“But it did bother you, didn’t it?” Sarah asked. Our conversations could easily float around from room to room like that. I didn’t answer, though. There was no need to.

Mom stood up and excused herself to go to the kitchen. I guess she wanted to make sure everything was clean and put away.

Sarah asked, “Do you know Anna very well?”

“I got to know her from cheerleading, and the gymnastics and school classes we took together. We didn’t really hang out alone any, though. Other than that, I didn’t know a whole lot about her and her family before this week. But, Mom told me a lot of things on the way home.”

“Look, I don’t know if it means anything, but I’ve seen Anna and two older girls riding in a car with Ms. Stanton this summer.”

“Where did you see them?”

“Just around the neighborhood a few times. You know she doesn’t live too far from my house.”

“Who were the older girls?”

“I’m not sure. I’ve never gotten a good look at them.”

“How did you know it was Anna in the car then?”

“Her blonde hair. It’s hard to miss. It looked to me that they were just riding together is all, but I thought it was a little odd they were with your coach.”

As I was thinking about it, the doorbell rang.

******

Mom went to the door and opened it. Sarah and I stood at the entrance to the family room. My eyes went wide. What the hell?!

Sarah muttered to me with a smirk, “Oh, shit. She brought reinforcements this time, girl.”

“No shit,” I sarcastically murmured.

Mom was welcoming Ms. Stanton into our home as I stared at Anna Taylor, Kathy Green, and Trish Johnson. All were cheerleaders and made up the stunt group I belonged to last year! Trish was the other base in our group. Kathy was our back spotter, but she was moving up to the JV squad this year. Of course, Anna was our flyer. The rest of us had lifted and caught her in our arms more times than I could count!

I looked at Sarah. She softly said, “It wasn’t Trish or Kathy that I saw in the car.”

I nodded that I understood.

My former teammates all came straight over to me. After all the hellos and stuff, they started hinting around at what they were at my house for, which I thought was funny. Why else would they all come to see me with their coach?

They were also talking to Sarah, too. We all had known each other at least through school for years. I was definitely glad I had asked Sarah to stay.

“Mel, you wouldn’t believe how much fun camp was this year! I wish you had been there,” Kathy said.

Oh yeah, get me thinking about the fun time we had the year before. I really liked Kathy, but she was as subtle as a train wreck. I knew Ms. Stanton put her up to doing this, but at least I knew she was genuine about wanting me back.

Kathy was my height, but a little more muscular. Not in a bad way. Some people have said I looked a little delicate. I wouldn’t say that though, and Jamie certainly wouldn’t either. I think he still had the bruises on his shoulder from me punching him at the Rayners. But, I was really slender compared to a number of girls my age, mostly because of all the gymnastics. But even for girls who do gymnastics, my muscles were just leaner than most.

Kathy’s hair was more of a honey blonde color compared to my almost black hair. It was the color of caramel. I could see myself dying it that color. My hair really had no easily discernible highlights, but Kathy’s did. The light had to hit my hair just right to see the slightly different shades. She had a really pretty face, too. Her boobs were a little fuller than mine, but then whose weren’t?

“Some girls from Southside Middle School asked about you,” Trish mentioned. “Remember? They were the ones from the southern part of the state who were in the same hotel with us.”

“The two girls who played Truth or Dare with us the last night?” I softly asked, which she confirmed. One of them had ended up running down the hall naked to buy a soda on a dare. It really wasn’t that dangerous of a dare since only girls staying there for camp were on that floor of the hotel.

Trish Johnson was a little shorter than me, but it wasn’t really noticeable unless we stood right beside each other. She had really dark hair like mine. Our almost black hair made Anna’s light blonde hair really stand out when we did stunts. We were basically the same size, except for her boobies, of course. I wondered if I could claim I didn’t qualify to be a cheerleader because of the absence of sufficient boobage.

“Hi, Melissa,” Ms. Stanton said cheerfully as she walked over to me followed by Mom.

I smiled, and replied, “Hi, Ms. Stanton.”

“You can still call me Coach Stanton outside of classes, if you want.” I just sorta grinned uncomfortably, afraid to say anything knowing it likely would be stupid. She wasn’t gonna hold back on anything.

******

“Why don’t we all sit down,” Mom suggested as we all entered our family room. Why didn’t she offer to open the front door for them so they could leave? Obviously, I wasn’t going to get any help with this from Mom either. I didn’t know why I even thought she might. She just kept smiling at me.

“Andrea, thanks for letting us stop in on short notice,” Ms. Stanton told her. “Melissa, it’s more than obvious why we’re here. I’ll just cut to the chase, the team really needs you. We’re short two cheerleaders, two bases to be precise. Both were hurt at different times over the summer, one of them just the other day. Neither will be available for the competitions. We will begin practice a week from Monday. Anyone we get besides you will have no experience being part of a competition squad. Please reconsider being a part of the B-team this year. If you don’t, I’ll have to eliminate one of the stunt groups, which will make it much harder for us to compete with the other schools our size. What do you say?”

Well, fuck. If I turned her down this time, I was gonna look like I was totally abandoning my team and school. The only way out of this was to come up with another girl to take my place. I started to mention Jennifer, but I was sure she would flatly turn it down with me not being on the squad, too.

I then glanced over at Sarah. She knew exactly what I was thinking! She was slowly shaking her head along with this ‘don’t you even dare’ glare. I looked back down and considered some other possibilities.

“Tara Brooks is a great dancer,” I offered. She was in the same grade, but had never cheered.

“Tara might be able to dance, but she has no experience being part of a team,” Ms. Stanton replied. “Plus, she’s not going to quit her dance classes either.”

I thought a little more.

“What about Becky Jordan ...” I started saying, but shut up when even Ms. Stanton joined in with my now snickering friends.

I ran through a list in my head of my classmates names. Everyone I thought of had even less experience dancing than Tara. Forget all the other stuff like tumbling, jumps, backflips, and shit.

I looked at Mom. She was just smiling. She was absolutely no help.

“Please, Mel,” Trish pleaded, all puppy dog like. “We were the best base combo. You can’t break that up.”

And the guilting of Melissa Livingston had begun. I so wanted to break Trish’s pretty neck right then.

“C’mon, Mel,” Anna joined in. “It’ll be so much fun. You know it will. We’re all friends. Plus, I know you and Trish won’t ever drop me. Also, we’ve got brand new uniforms this year!”

Not you, too, Anna! Everybody was out to get me! It was like once you become a cheerleader, you can never really quit. Maybe Tammy was right about being a cheerleader. You can’t ever wash that off of you.

“I only feel comfortable doing daredevil routines with the two best bases on the squad,” she stated. “Plus, with the brand new uniforms this year we’re gonna look totally awesome!”

Kathy added, “You already know the competition routine for this year. You’re the one who taught the squad before the end of school. It’ll be so easy for you. You can’t abandon your team when they need you like this.”

Oh, for fucks sake! Kathy was now on the JV team! It didn’t matter to her if I was on the B-team or not! This was so not fair. Ms. Stanton was totally out to get me this time!

“C’mon, Mel!” They all said in unison. It was like they had practiced this!

“For the team?” Ms. Stanton piled on. “You were helping them right up to the end of school. So, I know you still love cheering. Also, you’ll be the team captain. Your teammates have already voted on it. Unanimously.”

They voted me team captain? Without me being on the team! How did that happen? When did they vote? I took a deep breath. How the hell do you say no to that?! I glanced at Mom. She almost looked like she felt sorry for me. ‘Almost’ being the keyword.

“Okay.” I simply replied with a deep sigh, surrendering to my obvious fate. Gawd, I was such a wuss. My once again teammates were squealing their approval. I even heard what sounded like a squeal from my once again coach. Mom just kept smiling. She was having way too much fun at my expense lately.

But then I had a thought. If I was gonna be pressured into a no-win situation like this, I was gonna get something out of it.

“I have one condition though,” I said, interrupting their celebration. I looked at my once again coach. “You said you need two bases, right?”

She listened intently.

“Jennifer Preston missed by just a little being on the squad last year,” I reminded her. “She’s good and a quick learner.”

“Melissa, she might be a quick learner,” Coach replied, “but we don’t have enough time to teach her basics and a competition routine. You know how important it is for everyone to work as a team. Basics have to be second-nature. A base needs to instinctively know how to react in certain situations. There were a number of times last year during practices when Anna could’ve been seriously hurt when she mistimed a move. You, Trish, and Kathy reacted as needed to keep her from landing on the floor. The worst injury we had last year was when Anna’s butt smacked into Kathy’s nose as she fell from a poorly executed heal stretch.”

“Sorry, Kathy,” Anna apologetically said. It wasn’t the first time Anna had apologized to her. Anna had admitted she probably wasn’t focused like she should have been. Kathy never blamed her though. Trish and I could have been blamed along with Kathy for Anna losing her balance. We were a stunt group, part of a team. We succeeded and failed as a stunt group and team.

“I think it looks better now,” Trish joked. Kathy stuck her tongue out as we giggled. Yeah, we were joking around about it, but if Kathy hadn’t held her ground and hung on to Anna after getting ass whacked in the face, Anna could’ve easily landed on her back or head after a roughly nine foot fall. Fortunately, that didn’t happen ... and Kathy’s nose wasn’t broken either.

Kathy’s nose wasn’t the only injury last year either. There were sprained ankles, knees, and wrists among other things. Some worse than others. I came out of it relatively unscathed.

“Also,” Coach Stanton continued, “I can work around not having another base by using a back spotter as a base and simplifying that group’s stunts.”

“But then that still hurts the team when competing against other schools,” I stated.

“We just don’t have the time, Melissa.”

“I’ll work with Jennifer myself outside of practice,” I offered.

“I’ll help, too,” Anna spoke up. I smiled at her.

“Me, too,” Trish volunteered. Kathy offered, as well, even though she was on the JV team.

Coach pursed her lips slightly, considering what to do.

“I’ll have her ready,” I assured her. “I promise she won’t slow the team down during practice.”

“You seem very sure of yourself,” Coach Stanton noted, still doubtful.

“She’s good and she’ll work hard,” I promised. I was putting a lot on the line for Jennifer. If she fucked up, my reputation would be screwed, especially as the new cheer captain. “I’ll spend whatever extra time Jennifer needs between practices and on weekends.”

“Okay, but you’re assuming Jennifer will accept an offer to join the team ... and that her parents will allow her to participate.”

“I can call them now and see if they can come over,” I offered. “Her father is probably at work, but Mrs. Preston should be there.”

Coach stared at me, obviously deciding what to do.

“Alright then. Make sure her mom comes over with her. After I talk to both of them, I’ll decide whether to make an offer.”

“So cool!” I shouted as I quickly got up and went into the kitchen to grab the phone.

“Melissa,” Mom had followed me into the kitchen, “let me call Janet.”

She looked at me for a second before she dialed. “Mel, are you sure you want to do this?”

Mom was in girlfriend mode. She quickly hugged me.

I nodded with my lips scrunched.

“Good. But then I don’t want to hear complaints that you don’t get to do enough with your and our friends. And no complaints about what Sarah gets to do with us.” She looked at me sternly.

I thought about it for a second. Actually, spending enough time with Peter was my bigger concern now. I sighed.

“I’ll find time,” I stated sort of petulantly.

“And your father and I expect you to keep your grades up.”

We locked eyes. I saw the concern in her look, and I guess she saw my determination in mine.

“Okay, let me call Janet. Go join your team,” Mom said with a smirk.

******

We girls crowded together to talk on one side of the family room while Mom stood just outside the family room making the phone call. Coach Stanton gave us some space while waiting for Mom to get off the phone. She seemed really happy about convincing me to rejoin the squad. It was gonna take me a while to make the mental adjustment though.

I was already anticipating Tammy teasing me about it. However, she would understand why I gave in and even agree I did the right thing, but she would have to get her shot in just the same.

I wasn’t sure how Peter would feel about it. On the one hand, he had a cheerleader for a girlfriend, captain of the cheerleaders even. However, it meant we would spend a lot less time together as a couple. Where there is a will, there’s a way, though. Sarah and Jamie were spending many nights together. Perhaps Peter and I could convince my parents to allow us to do the same.

“I dare you to call her ‘pumpkin’,” Anna jokingly said to Trish, getting my attention back to my teammates.

“Wait ... what?” I asked, totally lost about what she meant.

Kathy replied with a grin. “Oh, that’s right. You weren’t with us in the car. While we were on our way over, Coach got a cell phone call from her father. When she disconnected with him, she started grumbling to herself about still being called ‘pumpkin’ by him.”

“Coach is how old?” Anna asked us. “About thirty-two?”

“That’s probably close,” Trish replied. “I’d hate to be called ‘pumpkin’ all that time, too, if I were her.”

“Can you imagine all the shit she would have to take if her friends knew?” Kathy asked.

“Or worse, her enemies,” Anna added, chuckling.

I didn’t say a word the whole time though. I was cutting my eyes at Coach Stanton, watching her. She was staring intently at Mom who stood talking on the phone. It was a stare that went on much longer than I thought it should. It was like she was seriously checking out Mom, even to a point of appearing obsessed with her.

Coach Stanton had done this a few times in the past while we were at competitions. But watching her now, the entry in Mom’s diary I had read earlier popped into my mind. ‘Mr. M’ had always called his daughter ‘pumpkin’, and that she doubted ‘L’ would like it being almost a teenager.

Could it be? Mom said her name was Lisa, and had written that she was twelve when Mom was with the Manns.

Holy shit! Coach Stanton’s first name was Lisa! But her last name was Stanton, not Mann. She had also never married, so her last name shouldn’t have ever changed. It had to be just a coincidence ...

“Earth to Mel!” Anna prodded me. “Or do we have to call you Captain Mel now to get your attention,” she giggled with the others.

“I’ll make you all run laps if you do,” I joked back. I would give them hell for it though.

I tried to put it out of my mind as I talked with my friends. But I kept glancing over at my coach who was still glaring over at Mom. What were the odds? Could she really be the ‘L’ in the diary entry? And what if she really were?! Did she think Mom was ...? Oh, my fucking Gawd! This could turn into a horrible nightmare!

But if Coach Stanton really was the Lisa from the diary, she had never said anything to Mom, at least that I knew of. She had been around Mom since about May of last year. Mom had talked with Coach Stanton at cheer competitions many times.

Mom hadn’t ever seemed uncomfortable around my coach. If Coach was that Lisa, Mom didn’t appear to have ever recognized her. I almost had a panic attack as I considered the possibility of Coach Stanton being the preteen girl in Mom’s diary. Had Mom had sex in front of Coach Stanton while hired as a prostitute by her parents? Mom would have even babysat her! At the time Lisa even knew a prostitute was babysitting her!

Surely Mom would have alerted me to that if she knew Coach was the girl from the diary! But maybe she was and Mom hadn’t recognized her as ‘that’ Lisa. Maybe Coach didn’t want people to know her parents had hired college girls for sex. Plus, the last names weren’t the same, but that didn’t mean they couldn’t be the same person. Maybe Mom and Coach were in cahoots to protect each other!

I felt like my head was going to explode! I was about to go crazy trying to think through all of the possibilities. The worst possibility was that if Coach really was the same Lisa in the diary, she could seriously blackmail Mom if she wanted!

I so needed to talk to Mom about this! I couldn’t with everyone around though.

******

“Mel,” Anna whispered in my ear, “can we talk alone up in your room for a few minutes?”

Surprised, I nodded and carefully motioned for her to follow me as I stood up and went into the hall. As soon as she caught up with me, we quickly went upstairs to my bedroom. She walked inside the room ahead of me, waited until I walked past her, and closed the door behind me, locking it.

She leaned back against the door, “Were you surprised?”

“About being ganged up on to change my mind?”

“Well, yeah, that too. But I mean the things your mom told you about me and my family.”

“Surprised would be the understatement of a lifetime. I swear, Anna, I never suspected anything.”

“Are we still cool?”

“Why wouldn’t we be? I’m far from being Miss Virtue.”

“So I’ve heard,” she giggled.

“From whom?”

“Your parents.”

“What do you know?” I anxiously asked. I so hated not knowing what others knew about me.

“That you’re involved with them, at least things that don’t involve actually fucking.”

“Anything else?”

“Jamie.”

“Shit.”

“I have sex with my brother, too. I wish mine was older and more like Jamie, but he’s not bad for his age.”

“Talking about this is so weird.”

“I know. I’ve known your parents were involved for some time now, along with Jamie. I just found out yesterday from your mom how you’ve been involved with some adult friends of hers over the past year.”

I felt so vulnerable not knowing exactly what she knew about me. When she said adult friends, just who all was she referring to? Just the Clarks?

Anna stepped closer to me; loosely put her hands on my waist, letting them slip around to my lower back.

“You don’t have to worry about me. And there’s no reason to hide things between us,” she said and leaned in tentatively at first, but then softly kissing me.

Anna was surprising me with her bold aggressiveness. It was a side of her I had never seen before. She never had been shy, but she had never been one to instigate anything daring either. I guess that came from having been involved with sex for so long. She had years of experience over me!

Pulling her head back slightly, “I know some of your secrets, Mel.”

Her lips melded with mine again, this time a little more intently.

“You know a lot of mine, too,” she said. “A whole lot ...”

Another kiss, this time her tongue found mine for just a moment.

“We both have a lot to hide from the others.” I nodded my head in agreement.

Her hands rubbed my lower back softly, along with another tender kiss.

“I trust you, Mel.”

She gently sucked my bottom lip between hers, pulling on it before releasing it.

“I trust Sarah, too. I know you two are best friends ...” A tender open mouth kiss had me swooning. “... and lovers. I’d really like for the three of us to be close friends.”

Anna slid my top and bra up, revealing my tits. She leaned down and used her lips and tongue to softly caress a nipple. She put her face back to mine.

“I have so much to tell you about the things I’ve done with people you know, and others you don’t.”

She kissed the tip of my nose.

“I hope you’re not mad about the things I’ve done with your parents.”

“I’m not,” I replied.

“I want you to be with mine as well.” Slightly grinning, she added “It seems only fair.”

She leaned down to gently suck and lick my other nipple, kissing it as she pulled away from it to kiss me on my mouth once more.

“Being teammates is gonna be a lot more fun this year,” she noted. ”I don’t want to hide who I am from you. I hope you’ll feel the same about me.”

A deep kiss.

“I want Sarah to be involved too. In everything. Well, maybe not absolutely everything. But I want her to know everything.”

“Why?” I asked.

“Your mom told me what happened between all of you over the past year. She doesn’t want that to happen again.”

“She told you everything?”

“Well, the highlights. When I asked, she admitted that you’re now doing some things with her and your dad.”

I stood there with my arms hanging limp and wasn’t sure what to say. She seemed to know so much about me, and I only knew what Mom had told me, which was a good bit. But I was certain Anna was so much more experienced with everything than I was.

“You won’t ever have to worry about me letting out your secrets to anyone,” she told me. “I have just as much to lose if mine get out.”

She kissed me again.

From the door we heard Mom calling for me. I yelled out that I would be downstairs in a few minutes.

My knees felt sorta weak and I sat down on my bed. Anna sat down next to me.

Anna was sitting there smiling at me. I was a cheerleader again. Captain of the cheer squad even! Then it hit me.

“Anna, the cheer captain is voted on at camp.”

“Everyone wants you to be the captain, Mel.”

“But someone was selected back at camp, right?”

She nodded.

“Who was it?”

“It doesn’t matter ...”

“It was you?!”

“Yeah, but no one asked me to give it up for you. It was my idea. I wanted you back, and I thought it would be hard for you to say no again if you knew you had been selected by the team.”

“But they picked you at camp!”

“Because you weren’t there! You put in so much time and effort to get everyone as ready as possible for the new competition routine this year.”

“I didn’t expect anything from it though. I had already quit! Jesus, Anna!”

“That’s what I mean, Mel! You did all that for the team, not yourself. I’m perfectly fine with you being the captain.”

I hugged her closely. I really wished she hadn’t done that though.

I kept hugging her as a thought came to mind.

“Anna, I need help to teach Jennifer all the basics in such a short time, before you guys can help me teach her how to be a base. Will you help me, please?”

She grinned. “That could be fun. I’ll do what I can. Is she involved in anything?”

“Anna, please understand, I promised not to talk about something. I have to check with some people first. I really do want to tell you everything.”

She nodded that she understood. She probably had some secrets, too, that she couldn’t tell me about either.

“Mel, I’ve got so much to tell you about. But the main thing I wanted you to know is that I’ve got your back when it comes to the other girls on the squad.”

“I’ll watch your back, too.”

“I know you will,” she said, kissing me deeply again.

“Are Trish and Kathy involved with our families?”

“No. And not with me either.”

“Any of the others?”

“None that I’m aware of. But then I wasn’t aware of you either. We could’ve been having all kinds of fun already if I had.”

From that I figured whoever the other two older girls were that Sarah saw in the car with Anna weren’t part of what our parents were involved in.

“I wasn’t doing much before this summer,” I told her.

“I really want to talk about everything, but we better get back downstairs,” Anna advised. “We wouldn’t want anyone to get any ideas about us,” she giggled, causing me to as well. She helped me to quickly put my bra and top back in place.

She playfully cupped my boobies. “I can’t wait to spend some more time alone with you!”

I then cupped hers, smiling. “Me either.”

We giggled as Anna took my hand and led me to the door.”

“Oh, and Mel, I want to show you the pictures my dad has taken of me. I hope you’ll let him take pictures of you. Maybe even us together. You are so photogenic and visually expressive, along with a hot body. He is dying to have you as a model. I’m dying to pose with you.”

“Nude?”

“Definitely,” she smiled as I unlocked and opened the door.

“With Jamie or Peter?”

“You’re so bad, Melissa Livingston!” We both giggled as we went downstairs.

******

As we rejoined the others, I went over to Mom.

“I’m starving!” I whispered to her.

“I suspect everyone else is hungry, too,” Mom softly told me. She then announced, “I’ll call in for some pizza.”

There were whispered shouts of ‘yes’ from my friends. I hoped Mom ordered enough. We cheerleaders could go through some pizza in a hurry.

After Mom hung up the phone, I asked her, “How long have you known Coach Stanton?”

“Hmmm,” she hummed as she thought, “I believe I first talked to her at a parents’ meeting just after you made the team last year.”

“You’d never met her before that?”

“I might have been around her at other times before that, but I don’t recall ever speaking with her before the parents’ meeting. Why?”

“I was just wondering.”

She looked at me curiously, but didn’t ask me anything else. Maybe I was just being paranoid about everything. I guess it wouldn’t be that odd for there to be two Lisa’s in the world whose fathers called them ‘pumpkin’. Mom wasn’t acting funny or different with Coach Stanton around. She never had before either. I decided to put it out of my mind for the time being. I still wanted to talk about it more with Mom, though, when we had some time alone.

Jennifer and her mom arrived a few minutes later. Jennifer came straight over to me.

“Mel, what’s going on?”

Coach Stanton interrupted us before I could reply.

“Let’s all go into the kitchen with your moms so we can talk,” she told both of us.

I smiled at Jennifer, then whispered, “Everything’s cool. You’ll see.”

We sat around the kitchen table.

“First,” Coach started, looking between Janet and Jennifer, “thank you for coming on such short notice. I’ll get straight to the point for why I needed to see both of you. I came by here today to once again attempt to talk Melissa into rejoining the cheer team.”

Jennifer cut her eyes at me for a moment before returning her gaze to Coach Stanton.

“Over the summer, the team lost two girls from the competition squad because of injuries. In order to avoid eliminating a stunt group, I need a replacement for one of those girls.”

Looking directly at Jennifer, she continued. “While talking with Melissa about the possibility of her rejoining the team, she suggested that you would be a possible replacement as well.”

Jennifer’s eyes lit up.

“We’ll begin practicing again a week from Monday at the school gymnasium. So, time is becoming critical. Even with one vacant position left on the team, I would need to make some adjustments to the competition routine.”

She paused a moment before continuing.

“Jennifer, based on what I saw at tryouts for last year’s team, and Melissa’s confidence in you, I’m offering you a spot on the team. Unfortunately, I need an answer fairly quickly.”

Jennifer was totally stunned for a few moments. She then replied, “Mel would be a much better replacement than I would.”

“Melissa has already agreed to be one of the replacements,” Coach explained. “But she also thought you would make a great replacement as well for the other open spot.”

Jennifer looked at her mother. “Can I?”

“It’s a big commitment,” Mrs. Preston said hesitantly to her. “I’m sure your father won’t mind, but you can’t let your grades slip any.”

“I really want to do this! I promise to keep my grades up! Please, Mom?” Jennifer pleaded.

“Okay,” her Mom replied after a second. “You have my blessing. If the grades suffer, the team will have to suffer without you.”

“I swear, Mom. I’ll study even more!” Jennifer told her before turning to smile at me.

Coach Stanton then explained how I had offered to help get Jennifer up to speed with the rest of the team.

“You’re coming in with no experience which is going to be a challenge for you. You’ll be a base for one of the stunt groups. It’s an extremely important position. While flyers get the glamorous job, it’s up to the girls who lift and catch her to make it even possible. Plus, there is the whole issue of safety. If a base doesn’t do her job each and every time, serious injuries can occur. New girls typically learn the fundamentals during summer camp. So, it’s important that you do what’s needed to learn the basics. That will mean a lot of extra work over the first few weeks of practice.”

She looked more intently at Jennifer. “Melissa has offered to work with you. With her help, you should be ready well before our first competition.”

Coach looked at Mrs. Preston. “Are you okay with that?”

Mrs. Preston looked at her daughter. Jennifer stated, “I’ll work hard, Mom. Please say I can do it.”

“Then it’s fine with me.”

“Welcome to the team, Jennifer!” Ms. Stanton happily said.

I yelled, “Yay”, while pumping imaginary pom-poms into the air with my outstretched arms.

“It’s like you never quit, huh Melissa?” Coach teased me. She was right though.

Jennifer then said, “Thanks, Ms. Stanton, for letting me join the team.”

“That’s ‘Coach’ Stanton now,” she informed her, “at least when we’re away from classes.”

“I hope this won’t look like favoritism to anyone,” Mrs. Preston stated, “especially with the two of us being friends.”

“It’s not the first time a teacher’s daughter has been on one of the district’s teams,” she said. “Plus, I fully expect Jennifer’s performances will demonstrate that she belongs on the team based on ability and work ethic.”

The last part she said looking directly at me. I confidently smiled, but knew I had a lot of work to do to get Jennifer ready.

“How do you two know each other,” I asked, looking between Coach Stanton and Mrs. Preston.

“We met at a teachers’ conference in Atlanta over a weekend back in June,” Mrs. Preston replied.

Coach looked at me with an odd expression. I wasn’t sure what to make of it. But it did make me wonder if something more than just a teachers’ conference happened over that weekend.

The doorbell rang.

“That should be the pizza,” Mom stated, getting up to get her purse.

Coach looked at Jennifer. “Why don’t you and Melissa go and tell your new teammates the good news,” she said, breaking the momentary silence. I started to stand up when she added, “I’ll go over the costs and such with your moms.”

“Oh shit,” I blurted out at the mention of cost, and just as quickly covered my mouth and cringed.

“Melissa!” Mom scoldingly exclaimed.

“Sorry. I just remembered how much it cost last year,” I squeamishly told her. I gritted my teeth in a worried smile looking around at them. Cheerleading was far from cheap! It was seriously expensive. I looked at Janet hoping the cost wasn’t going to be a deal breaker.

“Don’t worry, Mel,” Janet replied. “I already know about what it costs. It’s not a problem.”

I looked hopefully at Mom.

“Your father and I can handle it, Mel,” she calmly said. “Now you and your potty mouth can go with Jennifer to join your teammates.”

I sighed loudly in relief and then smiled sweetly at all of them. Coach Stanton snickered. I hoped I wasn’t going to have to run laps for that little accidental social blunder.

I then got up and grabbed Jennifer’s hand and led her outside the kitchen. I pulled her over close to the stairs so I could talk with her alone for a moment.

“Well?” I asked grinning.

“Totally awesome,” Jennifer excitedly said. “But I didn’t think you wanted to cheer this year.”

“I didn’t, but the team needs me ... and you pretty badly. They were gonna have to eliminate a stunt group.”

“It’s a little scary not having done it before.”

“Don’t worry. I’ll show you everything. You’ve seen what I do as a base. I just need to teach you the mechanics is all. I know Anna, Trish, and Kathy will help out. That way we can practice as a full stunt group. We’ll have to do everything on the mats in the gym outside of practice though. I’m sure Coach will be there as much as she can. We’ll have to spend most of the regular practice time with the whole squad working on the dance, tumbles, and stunts for the competition routine.”

Just then Mom called out, “Come and get it, girls, the pizza is here.”

I told Jennifer, “We’ll talk more later.”

******

Jamie arrived home from his football meeting before the pizza delivery guy was even out of the yard.

“What’s up, sis?” he asked as Sarah moved beside him.

“I’m a cheerleader again.”

“You’re too easy,” he teased, which got him an offended nudge from Sarah.

“They ganged up on your sister,” Sarah explained. “Not to mention basically blackmailing her into it. She was going to look like a shit if she didn’t.”

“Blackmail?” he smirked. “My little sister has something to hide?”

I was ready to give him some bruises he would have to hide. It would be awkward for a tough football player explaining where those bruises came from.”

Everyone crowded into the kitchen to eat. Pizza didn’t typically last long around my house. Add in a bunch of cheerleaders, and lunch was destined to go by really fast.

The one good thing about having Jamie home was that the girls focused on him instead of me for a short time. It also meant there would be absolutely no pizza leftover. I was glad he remembered Sarah while they started flitting around him.

Who knew years ago that my dopey big brother would be such a desirable hottie? But then I never ever imagined we would be having sex either.

As the girls finished eating, they began to wander into the family room again. I walked out with Sarah and Jamie, but then Jamie pulled Sarah over to the stairs with him.

“Where are you two going?!” I anxiously, but quietly asked. It was a silly question, but I really didn’t want to have to explain to my friends that Jamie had hijacked Sarah away from me.

“It’s your party, sis,” Jamie replied, grinning as he took another step. Sarah weakly smiled and shrugged.

I didn’t care that Jamie was dying to fuck her. But I knew how it would look to my friends. My brother was messing around with my best friend, they would likely tease. The rule was you didn’t hook up with your best friend’s siblings. It just wasn’t done. It reminded me just how much things had changed between all of us over the summer. A year ago, I might’ve been totally pissed off at Sarah. Hell, we had done threesomes together!

And then there was Jamie. A year ago he was a major pain in the ass most of the time. Now it wouldn’t surprise me if I was going to let him fuck my ass sometime in the near future. It felt great that we were more like real friends now, though, instead of our bickering half the time about silly stuff. So, I would put up with any teasing when it came to Sarah dating him. I knew I had the best big brother in the world.

I watched them until they reached the top of the stairs. Sarah looked back at me, smiling apologetically. Gawd, she was almost as big a slut as me! Why didn’t I see that as a bad thing?

Before I could even walk into the family room, the next thing I knew Jennifer was pulling me up the stairs. I glanced back into the family room to see if anyone was watching, but everyone else was too busy talking to each other. I didn’t think it would look odd for Jennifer to want to talk with me alone though.

She followed me into my bedroom, closing the door behind her.

“Mel!” she started squealing as she bubbled over with excitement. “I’m a cheerleader! With you on the team, too!”

She obviously couldn’t contain her elation any longer. I couldn’t help getting excited with her. “We’re gonna have a great time!”

“You really recommended me?”

“Of course, silly. You almost made the team before. I know you’ll be great.”

She threw her arms around me, hugging me to her.

“Thanks, Mel,” she softly said in my ear.

I pulled my head back to look into her face.

“You’re not gonna believe this, but the team voted me cheer captain before I even agreed to rejoin.”

“They must’ve really wanted you back.”

“I guess. I’m just glad you’re on the team with me this year. We’ve so got a lot of work to do.”

“I know, but I’ll do whatever you say to do,” she blurted out.

“I’ll hold you to that,” I teasingly told her before leaning in close and kissing her. “But remember, we can only fool around together when we’re someplace like this.”

“It would be so cool if another girl turned out to be a lesbian,” she wistfully said.

“I don’t know about lesbians, but there is at least one who is into girls.”

“Who?”

“You’ll find out soon enough, chica,” I told her, wondering if I should’ve mentioned it at all.

“It’s Anna, isn’t it?”

I glared at her, wondering how she could know. “Why do you think that?”

“My gaydar is a whole lot better than yours,” she replied, kissing the tip of my nose. “You don’t have to tell me who. I guess it’s possible one of the others is as well.”

“Do you think anyone else is?” I curiously asked.

“I don’t think Trish or Kathy is, but I haven’t been around them much at all. I really don’t think they are though.”

I didn’t think so either, but then Jennifer was spot on about my poor ability to know if some girl was putting the make on me.

She took both of my hands in hers.

“I owe you, Mel. I swear I’ll work hard.”

“Anna told me she’ll help out over the next week teaching you the basics when I can’t. Girl, there is sooo much for you to learn,” I said, sighing as I did.

“I already know a lot of things.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

She stepped back and quickly went into a beginning stance, standing up straight with her shoulders back, keeping her head and face forward, feet together and arms down by her side with her palms in.

Nice, I thought.

She then moved into a cheer stance with her arms still at her sides and her feet just past shoulder width. Then she moved her hands to her hips making fists exactly the way she should, thumbs facing back and pointed down. She then turned sideways to me and went into a side hips cheer stance.

She did it almost perfectly. She remembered to keep smiling, too!

She then did a front and also a side lunge, which involved taking a step with one leg in the proper direction and placing that foot flat on the floor, then bending that leg slightly at the knee while keeping the other leg straight. Her body moved with the dips like it should, keeping her head and face forward and shoulders back. The angles were spot on! She then combined it with perfect T and then V arm positions before stopping in a standing resting position. She even looked sexy as fuck doing it!

I stared at her open-mouthed as she stood there.

I finally asked, “Where did you learn all of that?!”

“From watching you last year. I watched and kept repeating in my head the steps and order of things. I would then practice it in my room or in the backyard.”

“Holy shit, chica! What else do you know how to do?”

She showed me her touchdown and low touchdown motions, extending her arms exactly as she was supposed to with her fists turned the correct way. Then she did her daggers - elbows bent, bringing her arms in tight to her body, and fists again in the correct position. She then did a punch, which is like a half touchdown motion with one arm in the air and the other resting on her hip.

Her moves were sharp, keeping straight lines. She kept her shoulders low and relaxed. Fuck, she could teach me! She did need a little refinement with some things, but fuck if I was going to complain!

“Oh, my Gawd, Jennifer! You’ve really been working on this stuff,” I praised her. I still wasn’t absolutely sure I could believe what I was seeing!

I so wanted to make love to her right then.

“Can you do a backflip?” I hopefully asked.

“I can do backflips across my yard,” she proudly stated.

“Without stopping?!”

“Yeah.”

“You can hold a landing?!” I anxiously asked, almost yelling at her. She nodded.

“Shit!” I loudly squealed. “You should’ve tried out this year!”

“You didn’t. So, I didn’t,” she said, shrugging.

“I know you said that, but ... fuck!”

I couldn’t believe it. She still had a lot of little things to learn, but she was a freaking natural at this stuff! She had learned so much from just watching! No coaching! That was so rare. She had done it all by herself!

She added, “I’ll practice as much as I have to, even when you’re not around. I want to earn everyone’s respect. I’ve been doing a lot of leg strengthening exercises over the past year. I was determined to make the team with you.”

“Holy crap, you’ll do great. You should’ve made it last year.”

“I’m kinda glad things worked out this way, though. If I had slipped up and let you know I was in love with you back then ...”

“I probably would’ve freaked out back then. But we’re way past that now. So, be cool and don’t go trying to seduce everyone on the team. Okay?”

She kissed me again, “You’re still the only one I really want, girl.”

I had hoped her crush on me would completely go away, but she at least seemed to have it under control when around others.

I glanced over at my dresser, remembering I had a shit load of sex toys to eventually show her. That would have to wait until another day. Plus, I would need to figure out how to tell her how I got them. I couldn’t just simply say Mom had gotten them for me without a whole lot of explaining why Mom was comfortable doing that for her thirteen-ear-old daughter.

******

A knock on the door got our attention.

“It’s unlocked,” I called out.

Trish appeared as the door opened, with Anna and Kathy right behind her.

“We’ve got something for you guys to try on,” said Trish as they all came in carrying some cheer uniforms.

“Coach already has a uniform for me?!” I exclaimed disbelievingly. She really felt that confident about convincing me this time?

“These are some extra game uniforms Coach ordered with the rest,” Trish explained.

“And I bet one of them is my size, right?”

“Well, she guessed at your size and got two, and ordered another slightly larger in case,” she said, weakly smiling. “The competition uniforms and our other outfits and gear will be in next week.”

“And she ordered stuff for me, too?”

“Uh huh.”

I just shock my head.

“What about stuff for Jennifer?”

“If she is the same size, which she appears to be ... except for maybe a little bigger boobs ...”

I was captain of the squad, but I would never be Captain Boobies.

“... It should work though,” Trish concluded.

Anna stepped over to me and Jennifer, and cupped our breasts in turn. “The tops will probably work,” she stated.

“Strip, you two,” Trish told us.

Jennifer and I looked at each other before stripping down to our panties.

“All the way,” Trish added. “You need to try on the briefs as well.”

In the past, it was no big deal to be naked in front of my teammates. This time, I felt a little self-conscious with Anna there watching. I knew exactly what she would be thinking about doing with my naked body.

We tried on the whole outfit. The shoes even worked for us. Coach Stanton had guessed right on everything.

I chuckled to myself. Now Bob could fuck me in a different cheerleader uniform from last time. Maybe I would let Sarah borrow it to have fun with Mom and Daddy, too.

******

“There’s some stuff we need to tell you two,” Trish said, looking between me and Jennifer. “Right, Anna?”

Anna nodded and added, “This is stuff that stays just between us, guys. And the other older girls on the squad.”

We all climbed onto my bed, situating ourselves so we could talk. I looked at Anna as we did. She had this slightly knowing smile. I figured this was gonna get juicy.

Trish began, “The second day we were at camp, Mandy Shaw got all of the eighth grade girls on the team together in one of the varsity girls’ hotel rooms.”

Maggie’s talk during the night of Peter’s birthday dinner popped into my head. She had caught Mandy, Penny, and Kari fooling around together in Penny’s bedroom when they all were twelve. Mandy was now a varsity cheerleader and one of the most popular girls in high school.

“Is Mandy the captain of the varsity squad this year?” I asked.

“She had just been voted on before she came to get us,” Kathy told us. “Amber Kirkland was voted the JV captain as well. So you will probably be meeting with both of them really soon, along with Coach Stanton and the varsity coach. You’ll be having meetings during the season too. You’ll help Mandy and Amber with organizing the making of banners and signs for the games, as well as doing the fundraisers. Actually they’ll be telling you what to do.”

I groaned.

“Sorry, but you’re the low girl on the totem pole, chica”

Fucking great! I would get to be bossed around by two older girls! Yay for me! The only thing that was keeping me from finding a way to give the captain’s job back to Anna was the idea of hanging out with Mandy. This could be really great or very awkward. I so needed to talk to Penny or Kari, and soon!

I knew I would be the captain of the best B-team ever though. I would kick some serious butt if my teammates let me down. I was determined not to let them down!

Then I remembered what Sarah had told me just before Coach Stanton arrived. Mandy and Amber were probably the other two girls in Coach’s car with Anna. I wasn’t sure why Mandy and Amber would be riding with Coach Stanton. She had occasionally helped with the JV and varsity teams, though. If I had been on the team and elected captain back in camp, it probably would have been me in the car instead of Anna.

“Anyway,” Trish said, getting our attention again, “Mandy told us that since we were now eighth graders, the JV and varsity girls were going to begin including us in some of their extra-curricular activities.”

“Like what?” Jennifer asked, beating me to the punch.

Trish looked over at Anna, who answered, “Like hanging out with them, and being part of their ‘little parties’. I asked her what she meant by ‘little parties’, but first she wanted to talk about some do’s and don’t’s.

“One of the do’s involved looking out for each other, especially our younger teammates. Another was that we were part of an exclusive group and that we needed to be careful with outsiders. Mandy went on to say that what she meant was a lot of people believe that cheerleaders are sluts.”

“No!” I sarcastically replied, which got everyone giggling.

“Well, Mandy said that if such libel and slander should be directed at one or more of us, we were to forcefully deny such things. But, even if some of the girls were actually sluts, that no matter how you feel personally about a teammate, you always protect their image as squeaky clean and a model student.”

“So we’re supposed to lie our asses off?” I asked.

“Exactly,” Anna replied. “No matter how blatant a lie it might be. We look out for each other to the death, or all of us could get smeared.”

“This could become a full-time job with so many perverts on all of the squads,” I joked.

“I’m not that bad,” Trish replied, offended, which got us all giggling. We all knew Trish would do just about anything with enough encouragement. That alone didn’t make her a pervert, but licking and sucking Kathy’s big toe like it was a cock on a dare at last year’s camp didn’t help matters.

“Mandy said it didn’t happen often,” Anna continued, “but occasionally when a guy who had been involved with a cheerleader got pissed off, he had talked with others about some of the little parties involving cheerleaders.”

“You mean sex parties,” I stated.

“Yeah, those,” Anna said. “They aren’t big cheerleader orgies, but more like two or three girls and some guys usually from the football or basketball teams.”

“And Mandy was inviting you guys to be part of all of that?”

“Yeah. We’re welcome to join now that we’re eighth graders, so we can help carry on the tradition when we make it to high school.”

Kathy then said, “I was in on the same kind of talk at last year’s camp. I’ve been to a few of the varsity girls’ get-togethers. Usually you just have sex with one guy, but one time everyone kept swapping around. It was fun, but not something I’d want to do all the time.”

Anna continued, “Mandy said occasionally one of the guys would blab about things. That was when they all went into a damage control mode by making the guy out to be a liar. It was usually done through gossip and rumors. Sometimes the other guys involved with the parties would also threaten to beat the crap out of the squealer. That usually took care of things.”

This was beginning to sound like the mob!

“Then Mandy also explained that during some parties, some of the girls will make-out together for the guys, even going as far as licking each other’s pussies a little, but it was all just for show to windup the guys. Mostly the guys can be trusted with keeping those kinds of things a secret. They better especially if they ever wanted to be part of things again.”

Jennifer asked Anna, “So how does all that work?”

“Mandy said if any eighth grader was interested to let her or Amber know. She then strongly suggested that if any of us wanted to join in, to go ahead and get on some kind of birth control.”

“Why didn’t they just say to let whoever was the B-team captain know?” I asked.

“It was in case whoever the captain was didn’t want to be involved. It was a way to keep everything on the down low,” Kathy explained. “You know, the less people who know ...”

I began to wonder whether I should get involved or not. It sounded like it could be a lot of fun, but I had a lot of things to hide from the world already. My first thought was to talk to Mom, but even though we were getting to be best buddies, I didn’t know how she would react to something like this. I could see her making me quit the squad.

I asked, “How do you know the guys won’t just threaten to blackmail the cheerleaders with what they know? They could have us doing all kinds of shit.”

Kathy answered, “Mel, guys rarely work together when the possibility to get laid is put at risk by the rest of them. If they can, they’ll screw their best friend’s girl in a heartbeat. They’ll kick each other’s asses before risking a sure thing with a bunch of cheerleaders.”

While it all sounded really neat, I could never get involved with something like that behind Peter’s back. If he were included though, it could work. But Peter wasn’t on one of the teams. I didn’t know how receptive the older girls would be when it came to including him. Or even if the guys that were involved would be okay with it.

Then there was the risk of someone spreading around an STD. I didn’t think the adults would care too much for me screwing around at parties with guys I didn’t know that well. I knew I couldn’t be indiscriminate with high school guys. I would have to know them really well before I could join in with something like that. If I thought any of them were fucking anything that moved, I would have to stay away from all of it.

But, being captain of the B-team would likely mean Mandy and Amber would put a lot of pressure on me to be a part of things. Gawd! Sex should make things fun, not complicated! But I couldn’t wuss out to pressure from the older girls and just go along, though. I wasn’t normally a follower anyway. If I got to know everyone involved well enough, then it might be okay. Then again, being a captain might allow me to exert a little control over things. Time would tell.

Anna then asked me and Jennifer, “Do you remember Jerry Wise?”

I nodded. He was on this and last year’s B-team. He was the only guy as well. The JV and varsity teams had a guy as well.

“I know of him,” Jennifer answered.

“Well,” Kathy started, “the girls asked if Jerry was going to be included in everything. Mandy said it was fine to include Jerry in things, but that they shouldn’t mention anything to him about doing things with the older girls yet, and probably not until he was a high school freshman if he made the JV squad next year. If the eighth grade girls wanted to party with him together, it was cool with Mandy. She said guys on the squad catch a lot of shit from their friends for being a cheerleader. Some even accuse them of being gay. Some get bullied pretty badly. Getting to fool around with the other cheerleaders some was like a reward for putting up with the outsiders’ crap. Even if you don’t include Jerry, you guys need to stick up for him again this year. Especially you as the team captain, Mel.”

I hoped I hadn’t just become a babysitter.

“Did Mandy say anything else?” I asked Kathy.

Anna answered for her though. “She did mention you.”

“Me? Why?”

“She said it sucked that you weren’t a cheerleader this year because she said you’re cute as fuck and she thought you would be a lot of fun at their parties.”

“Mandy Shaw said that?!” I incredulously asked.

“Yeah,” all three of them replied. I definitely had to talk to Penny and Kari!

Trish continued from where Anna left off.

“Once Mandy was finished telling us all of that, we went back to our rooms and had our own talk. We really didn’t say a lot, though. I mean, what do you say to that kind of thing? Like, I think we all knew that each of us had done some sexual things on our own with guys, even if it was only touching a little. Now we were being given the chance to do a whole lot more. With older boys even. In front of each other! And we didn’t have to worry so much about being ratted out. What do you say to each other about that? Do you say ‘isn’t it great that we can be sluts now’? Even though that’s probably how we all felt.”

I remembered the feeling the first time Sarah and I were together over at the Rayners with their kids. While I had had sex with Pam before, I had certainly never had any kind of sex in front of Peter and Penny. It was exciting but also a little weird at first. I could do anything with them without worrying about them trying to later hurt me with it.

“So what did you say to each other?” I asked.

“Mostly just how neat it was to be part of what the JV and varsity were doing,” Trish began, “that the older girls cared enough about us to include us. And that they had our backs. It felt neat feeling like you were wanted and belonged.”

“But what about their offer?”

“We all finally admitted that it would be fun to be a part of a party once in a while. Don’t you think so, too?” Trish asked me. She was obviously concerned about what I was thinking about her and the others.

“It would probably be fun,” I replied. “I mean, I’ve got your back if you want to do it, if any of the girls want to.”

“But do you think you would?” she asked back.

I scrunched my lips. It wasn’t a matter of would I have sex with older guys in front of other people. Obviously, I loved doing it with the right people.

“It would depend on who it was with.”

“So you would?”

Ugh!

“Yeah, I would ... in the right situation. I do have a boyfriend to think of, though. I won’t cheat on him. So, I don’t know if or when I might get involved.”

Trish turned to Jennifer, “Would you?”

“I feel the same as Mel. I would, but it would have to be the right situation. I probably would want someone like Mel there with me. Or at least someone I was close friends with.”

I was proud of her for giving the perfect answer. I didn’t know if I ever would be involved in a party outside of those my parents would be involved in or approved of. Before knowing everything I did then, I probably would have been more willing and open to the idea Mandy told them about. It did sound like it could be a lot of fun. I bet Mom had sex with a number of guys while in school. She had basically admitted that already.

I then asked, “So, did anyone seem very interested in Mandy’s offer?”

“Six of us were,” Trish replied, “including me.”

“And me,” Anna added, shocking me. She saw my surprised look. “Not that I will ever do it, but if things were right, why not? I think doing stuff in front of others could be fun.”

She raised an eyebrow at me. I then understood what she was doing. We weren’t committing to anything, but we definitely were leaving open the possibility.

“Yeah, exactly. If it involves the right people, why not?” I stated.

“I feel the same way,” Jennifer joined in. I smiled at her.

I then asked, “Who are the other eighth graders involved?”

Anna answered, “Janie Baker, Emma Jackson, Deb Parker, and Robin Perry.”

I remembered all of them. Emma was going to be very popular. I had heard her talking about giving some guys hand-jobs. Janie was a big flirt, but it worked for her personality. She knew when to back off before pissing someone off. Deb and Robin were both cute. All of them would be more than appreciated by any high school guys.

Kathy spoke up, “Mel, I don’t know if Peter will be welcomed to join in or not. But since you’re one of the three captains, I bet Mandy and Amber will go along with anything you want, within reason, of course.”

Maybe being team captain wasn’t such a bad deal. And if Mandy was cool like I thought, she wouldn’t care too much who I wanted to include in things I was directly involved in. She had already had sex with Penny. Why not let Peter get involved?

Trish grinned at me. “I think our captain has got some dirty thoughts.”

“I think you guys are in great hands,” Kathy added, smiling. “Of course, Anna would’ve been a great captain as well. ... Oops,” she exclaimed, realizing what she said.

Anna quickly eased her mind, “I already told Mel about me being elected at camp, and that it was my idea to give it up to entice her back. I’m just glad she changed her mind.”

Kathy replied, “I think with Mel and Anna around, the B-team is going to be awesome!”

“Anna’s going to be my lackey,” I giggled.

“Oh, really?” She playfully objected.

“Hush, minion!” I stated, which resulted in a cute tongue being stuck out at me ... which I was dying to get better acquainted with soon!

“So, what about the girls that aren’t interested?” I asked everyone.

“They promised to not say anything,” Anna said. “I told them if anyone changed their mind to come tell me. If you want them to tell you now instead of me, I’ll let them know.”

“It’s cool if they still tell you.” I told her. “I’m not a control freak. I just want to have fun like everyone else, but I’ll always have everyone’s back. If we all don’t do that, we’re all screwed.”

“Oh, yeah,” I suddenly remembered something from earlier. “What was decided about Jerry?”

Anna explained how they asked Jerry to join them in the room.

“We told him we had something important to talk about. We explained to him that we girls knew guys take a lot of shit for being cheerleaders. Some of them really get bullied over it. We told him we would look out for him again this year, and go after anyone that gave him any problems. We wanted him to feel like he could still talk to us about stuff like that without us thinking he was less than a man or something.”

“What did he say to that?”

“He said we girls were dangerous with our gossip and rumors, and that he almost pitied anyone we set out after.”

“I pity anyone we go after, too,” I said, giggling with my teammates.

“But what about the sex stuff?” I asked. “Are we going to do things with him or not?”

“We didn’t tell him about the meeting with Mandy and Amber,” Anna said, “but we told him there were possible benefits that came with being with us girls. I asked him if he trusted us enough to play some games with a bunch of dangerous girls. Of course, he had no problem at all with that. So Trish came up with a game we could play right then.”

“He was more than ready to play anything we came up with,” Trish laughed.

“He definitely wasn’t shy about the idea of what could happen with six girls in the room!” Anna added.

“So what did you guys play?” Jennifer asked.

“We blindfolded him,” Trish replied, giggling with Anna and Kathy.

I almost freaked out wondering if it was the same kind of blindfold game I had been a part of.

Trish continued, “We had him wear a sleeping mask someone had in the room. After we put the sleeping mask on him, we had him strip down to just his tighty whities. You should’ve seen the bulge his hard-on was making!”

“That doesn’t seem fair to the poor guy,” I told Trish. “You guys just sat there staring at him?”

“Oh, no. We told him we were stripping down to our bras and panties. But we told him he had to keep his mask on. Of course, he didn’t think that was fair, but he quickly changed his mind.”

“Go on,” I said, grinning at her.

“We then let him feel up one girl over her underwear for thirty seconds. If he could guess who the girl was, she would play with him for the same amount of time.”

“How did he do?”

“Not very well. After five tries, he hadn’t guessed anyone right. So, we told him he could touch the girl however he wanted. Of course, his hands quickly found their way underneath our bras and panties.”

“And no one freaked out?”

“Nope. In fact, everyone was in favor of just taking everything off!”

“Including Jerry’s blindfold?!” I asked.

“No, we made him keep that on, but he didn’t seem to care since he was feeling up six naked cheerleaders pretty much however he wanted.”

“Did he ever guess correctly?”

“Finally, he did with Emma. She slipped his underwear off and grabbed his cock and started playing with it. The problem was he came almost right away.”

“One of Emma’s hand-jobs. Figures,” I said, rolling my eyes. Everyone else began snickering.

“Did that end things?” I asked Trish.

“Oh, no. He barely even lost his erection! He was completely hard again in no time.”

“Let me guess. Emma again?”

Everyone started laughing.

“So you kept playing?” I asked as the laughter stopped.

“Well, sorta. After that, we had him lie on one of the beds. We knelt on the bed on each side of him. We touched and played with him while he reached out and did the same to all of us. He had a finger inside me at one point, fucking me with it.”

I didn’t know what to say. I was still getting used to the idea of Jerry Wise being naked in front of some of his teammates.

“Did he do that to everyone?” Jennifer asked.

“Several times,” Trish answered. “We moved around so he could finger each of us.”

I cut my eyes at Anna. She just smiled at me.

“Did he cum again?” I asked.

“All over Trish’s tits,” Anna grinned.

“Whoa,” I exclaimed. I looked back at Trish, “He shot a load on your tits while he was lying down? I mean, my boyfriend couldn’t do that after already cumming. And I doubt Jerry has anything over on Peter.”

“He didn’t while lying down,” Trish started explaining. “After Jerry started fingering us, things slowly got out of hand.”

“How do you mean?” I curiously looked at Trish.

“Mel, when he began fingering us, we all got seriously horny.”

”You weren’t already?”

“Not like we finally got,” Trish blushed a little. “Some of us started playing with our own pussies. We were watching each other either playing with his cock and balls, or we watched each other masturbating. Jerry figured out we were playing with ourselves after his hands bumped into enough of our hands.”

Now I was getting seriously horny.

“Jerry then said he wanted to watch us.”

“You let him take the sleeping mask off?”

“Yeah. He took it off and we just kept doing what we had been, except Jerry got to watch us rubbing and finger fucking ourselves, or watch his own hands playing in our pussies.”

“Oh, fuck, chicas. That must’ve been so hot!” I said a little raggedly. “You watched each other?”

Trish and Anna nodded.

“Fuck,” I muttered, breathing harder.

“Wish you had been there?” Anna asked.

“Hells yeah!” I exclaimed, causing more giggling. But it was easy to tell from everyone’s voices that we all were getting horny.

We all jerked our heads toward Kathy when she said, “I’ve done something like that with some of the high school girls.”

She continued, “The eighth graders involved with the older cheerleaders did it once in a while together last year. We’d sit around naked and talk about some of the things we had done on dates or at one of the parties. We played with ourselves as each of us told something really hot.”

“What were some of the things?” Trish asked, swallowing hard.

“I’m not telling unless all of you play with yourselves while I do.”

“You’re kidding, right?” I incredulously asked Kathy.

“I’m not kidding. Mel. A lot of the older girls do it. It all stays within us. We can do wild shit like that because no one is going to rat anyone out. Look, we all like to masturbate. Whoever says they don’t either is an idiot and doesn’t know how, or is lying. What’s the big deal then if we do it in front of each other?”

“Our moms are right downstairs, though,” I complained. “At least mine and Jennifer’s. So is Coach Stanton.”

“I’m not asking everyone to get completely naked. You and Jennifer can take your cheer briefs and tops off, and leave your skirts on. The others can take their shorts and panties off and just lift up their tops and bras. If one of the adults comes to the door, we can say we were just trying on stuff and didn’t want your brother walking in on us.”

This was getting crazy! Kathy wanted us to masturbate in front of each other. The ironic thing was Jennifer and I were the only ones who hadn’t already done it in front of other cheerleaders! I figured if I was gonna eventually end up having sex in front of my teammates and the older girls, why not?

“Let me lock the door,” I said, scrambling off the bed. As I did, I heard the other girls saying they couldn’t believe we were about to do this.

After making sure my door really was closed and locked, everyone stood up and started slipping their shorts and panties down their legs, leaving them in piles on the floor. Then tops and bras started lifting revealing tits in various sizes. Kathy had the largest by far, but still not more than a b cup.

Mine won the boobie prize for the smallest, of course. But not by as much as I thought I would. I had definitely filled out a little bit since I last saw any of these girls topless.

I looked down at my cooch, “Sorry about being on my period.”

The string told the whole story.

“It’s not the first time I’ve seen a teammate play with herself while she was on her period, Mel,” Kathy said, reassuringly. “You can still rub your clit.”

We all sat on the bed in a circle. We were forced to sit rather close together, mostly sitting with our legs folded beneath ourselves so we had easy access to our own pussy. The reason for that was because I didn’t have the biggest bed in the world. I made a mental note to talk to my parents about that.

Kathy began telling us about this one time she was the only girl with two varsity football players. As she started describing things, we all eventually began casually rubbing between our legs. Before long, though, none of us cared that they could be seen by everyone else.

“It was a Sunday afternoon and my parents were out of town for the day with my younger siblings. The guys were two seniors from last year’s team. We were in my bedroom on my bed. Remember, I was your age and on the B-team just like you chicas are now. The guys didn’t mind being naked with me, or around each other. They certainly didn’t have any reason to be shy. Their cocks were really nice. I played with both of them at the same time before taking turns licking and sucking on their cockheads. I even took them both in my mouth at the same time!”

“They didn’t mind their cocks touching each other’s?” I asked.

“Fuck no. They were moaning and groaning the whole time. I even held their cocks in front of my face and rubbed the heads together. I didn’t do it long, though, figuring they eventually would complain. They never complained at all when I held the heads together while either licking them or working my mouth over them.”

Well, that had me working over my hard little clit. The other girls were doing the same. Trish even splayed her legs open more giving all of us a hot view of her hand sliding up and down against her cunt, with her middle finger working into her squishy wet hole. Before long, the other girls were fucking themselves, too, as Kathy described things.

“I sorta figured a threesome with two guys would be more a twosome with one of them watching. But neither of them seemed to care the other was there. They both were just focused on having fun with me. And if they happened to touch each other, it didn’t matter.”

“So they took turns fucking you?” I asked.

“More or less. I was usually sucking the one who wasn’t fucking me.”

“How many times did they squirt their cum for you?” Trish asked.

“I guess they both came three times each before we showered and they left. The first time didn’t take long for either of them, but after that they lasted a lot longer.”

“You showered with them?” I incredulously asked. I couldn’t imagine two guys wanting to be that close together, even with a girl involved.

“Well, they didn’t do anything together. I was mostly between them while in the shower. They bumped hands some while washing me.”

Jesus, that sounded so fucking hot. I had a vision of Jamie and Peter taking a shower with me.

All of us came at various times during her story. Luckily, I was able to keep myself quiet enough so I wouldn’t alert everyone within a mile of the house as to what I was doing, not that it would be anything new for them. Other than Jennifer, the other girls on the team hadn’t heard me, and I certainly didn’t want the ladies downstairs to come rushing up to my room.

I watched Jennifer closely several times. This had to be close to a dream come true for her. She had four nearly naked girls sitting around openly playing and showing off their pussies and tits while she did the same. She was definitely taking in the sights, too! I almost came just thinking about that!

While I was rubbing my clit with one hand and squeezing a nipple with the other, I asked Anna, “You said Jerry came on Trish’s tits. Exactly how did that happen? Did he just do it?”

I looked over at Trish. She was really working her pussy over. I had the strong urge to reach over and do it for her, but I didn’t know how Trish or Kathy would react to something like that.

Anna explained, “Well, we all took turns holding and stroking his cock. He finally warned us that he was close to shooting again. That’s when Trish told him to cum on her tits. She took his cock and aimed it just above each nipple as he shot off. He actually came quite a bit considering he already blew one load on the floor.”

“Fuck, that had to be awesome to watch,” I said again, while squeezing my clit.

“The hottest part was when Trish licked what had dribbled onto her hand, tasting it.”

“Seriously?” I asked Trish. She nodded as she dug her fingers inside herself. “Did you like it?”

“Yeah, he didn’t taste bad at all,” she groaned.

Anna continued describing what happened as Trish got a little lost in an orgasm.

“She was able to talk the rest of us into wiping some off her tits with our fingers and tasting it. When there wasn’t much left, she asked if anyone wanted to clean off the rest from her tits with their tongue.”

My eyes went wide as I stared at Trish. I couldn’t help but wonder if she had ever asked a girl to lick or play with her tits before.

“Did anyone?” I asked, looking around.

“We all did,” Anna answered. “I mean, we’d already watched each other lick his cum from our fingers. So what if it was off Trish’s chest.”

“It doesn’t mean anyone is gay, Mel,” Trish stated.

“I’m cool with it,” I said, afraid to say anything else. I also noticed Jennifer keeping her mouth shut.

Anna added, “Not that it matters if anyone is gay. We’re all teammates, no matter what.”

“You’re not trying to tell us something, are you?” Trish giggled. Anna almost rolled her eyes.

“No, but it shouldn’t be a big deal if someone is into girls. We had fun doing what we did. It doesn’t have to be a big thing.”

“Anna’s right, guys,” Kathy spoke up. “I’ve seen the older girls making out together sometimes. Guys love watching it. I even made out with a few of them so the guys could watch.”

“How do you mean?” Trish asked.

“You know,” Kathy began explaining. “Kissing, cuddling ... playing with and sucking each other’s tits some, rubbing and grinding pussies against each other’s body ... licking a little ...”

“You mean licking pussies, like you said before?”

“Licking a little, yeah,” Kathy replied to Trish. “I don’t mean munching away like you’re starving for it, though. Just some tongue fluttering is all.”

Kathy held two fingers close to her mouth, stuck her tongue out and playfully licked at them with the tip. I noticed Trish’s eyes go wide as she likely just remembered where those fingers had been playing moments before.

She continued, “Sometimes it’s just on a dare. Sometimes it’s just to windup the guys we’re with. Sometimes it’s just sucking another girl’s fingers after she’s been playing with herself. I mean, everyone has probably tasted their own pussy off their fingers at some point while masturbating. Tasting someone else’s is basically the same. Pussy is pussy. None of that makes you a lesbian. It certainly hasn’t made me one.”

While it might not make you a lesbian, it seemed to be making Trish horny, or hornier. And everyone else for that matter. It was just a bit odd, though, to hear anyone feeling a need to justify doing anything with a girl while we sat around basically naked playing with ourselves in front of each other. But no one wanted to be labeled a lesbian. It was like a death sentence. But, It was okay though to do some lesbian type stuff if you only went so far.

I thought about what Anna had tried to tell them. She had almost gotten labeled just trying to say it wasn’t a big deal if someone was into girls. I saw how frustrated she was at Trish’s reaction, too ... the very girl who asked the others to lick her boobs!

I then knew for sure I had to do whatever was necessary to protect Jennifer’s secret.

“What does it feel like when a girl does that to you,” Trish somewhat shyly asked Kathy.

“Here,” she scooted around, lying on her tummy in front of Trish, “I’ll show you.”

I ended up with Kathy’s legs on either side of me as she put her face between Trish’s legs close to her pussy. I couldn’t see what she was doing, but the look on Trish’s face was one of bliss.

Anna was watching them, but also cutting her eyes at me and biting her bottom lip. Jennifer was squeezing her pussy hard as her body became very tense. I knew she was trying not to make any noise as she came.

I stared down between Kathy’s spread legs at her cute round ass and swollen pussy. I began chewing on my bottom lip as I squeezed my clit.

I started to wonder if Jennifer’s gaydar had worked correctly on Trish and Kathy. Perhaps they weren’t ready to admit that they were into girls, too. But the way Kathy was licking Trish didn’t look like it was her first time doing something like that. And Trish wasn’t pulling back or pushing Kathy away. So I gathered it wasn’t her first time either.

As Kathy began to move away from Trish, I realized I was rubbing one of her soft toned legs with my free hand. I pulled it away quickly and watched her sit back in her prior spot on the bed. She looked at me briefly and smiled a little.

Things became a little awkward after that. Kathy’s demonstration wasn’t just ‘licking a little’. And Trish didn’t act like she had any problem with it at all, but it seemed obvious she was curious about what the rest of us thought. She didn’t know how to ask though.

As I recalled, the first time Sarah and I had done something like that, whatever taboo had existed between us had disappeared with the great feelings we had experienced. But we also knew what others would think of us if they found out. I was sure Trish was experiencing that same feeling. The neat thing for her was that we had already agreed what happened between the cheerleaders stayed a secret. It didn’t lessen the current uncomfortable situation though.

I quickly got us talking about Jerry again, just to break up the quiet tension.

“Did Jerry see all of you licking his cum from Trish’s chest?” I asked Anna.

“We never put the sleeping mask back on him,” she grinned. I was seriously surprised all the girls licked some of Jerry’s cum off Trish’s tits with him watching.

“Did anything else happen?” I asked, looking between Trish and Anna.

Trish blushed, “I gave him a blowjob.”

“In front of everyone?!” I almost shouted as I asked.

“Yeah,” she said, embarrassed.

“Did he cum in your mouth?”

She nodded.

“She even swallowed, Mel,” Anna added.

“So cool, Trish!” I told her. She relaxed after that.

“Have you ever swallowed?” Trish asked me.

“Yeah, with Peter,” I said, knowing that was not even close to being the complete truth. I then asked Trish, “Had you ever sucked a cock before?”

Trish replied, “I had already sucked off the guy who lives next-door to me. He’s in the tenth grade now. I’ve done it with him about a dozen times. I gave up my virginity to him during last spring break.”

There was a knock at my door.

“Who is it?” I called out as we scrambled to get completely dressed.

“It’s your mother and your other guests,” I heard Mom’s voice reply.

After we were completely dressed in what had to be record time for a bunch of teen girls, I opened the door revealing Mom, Mrs. Preston and Coach Stanton.

“Sorry about the door being locked. Jennifer and I were trying on our game uniforms.”

“It looks great on both of you,” Coach replied. “But it’s time for me and my three passengers to leave now.”

Mrs. Preston added, “It’s time for me and Jennifer, too.”

We gave each other a quick hug as we walked out of my bedroom.

“Melissa,” Coach Stanton said, “I know you’ll be out of town tomorrow and Sunday morning with your mother, and a party Sunday afternoon, but could you call me at my house Sunday evening?”

“Yes, ma’am,” I replied, waiting for her to explain the reason, but she didn’t. I figured it was to talk about Jennifer some more, but I knew it could also be something else entirely. I figured I would find out then.

My teammates followed Mom and Coach downstairs, but Mrs. Preston put a hand on my arm stopping me, waiting for the others to reach the bottom of the stairs.

“Mel, I wanted to thank you alone for what you did for Jennifer today. I greatly appreciate your keeping her in mind and recommending her as a cheerleader. I don’t know if I’ve ever seen her so happy.”

“She deserves it,” I stated.

“That makes it all the better then, doesn’t it?”

I nodded.

“She’s had a difficult time making friends since we moved here. You’ve done a world of good for her confidence. She’s no longer holding back out of fear of being discovered. She’s like a different person around the house. You’re the reason.”

“Well, I think I’m more happy for her than for myself,” I said and half shrugged.

“You didn’t stand a chance today, did you?” I shook my head as I looked toward the stairs.

“You know it’s a huge compliment to you, right?”

“I know, but I’m gonna have some explaining to do to my boyfriend now.”

“I bet Peter will support you and your decision.”

Speaking of decisions, I asked her, “If you don’t mind me asking, have you and your husband decided anything about involving your kids in things yet?”

“We’ve decided that we would like for them to get involved, but we haven’t figured out how best to approach them, and what to say exactly. Carl and I need to sit down with Jennifer first, though.”

“Maybe you could have a talk with her now about being a cheerleader and casually bring it up during that.”

From her expression, she seemed to like that idea. “You’re pretty smart. It’s going to be so much fun teaching you this year.”

I smiled deviously at her. I knew she had more than just advanced algebra in mind to teach me!”

As we went downstairs, I wondered whether or not to call Peter and tell him the news. I wasn’t sure if he would consider it a good thing. Before I relented under Coach Stanton’s pressure, we could have had a lot of time to spend together in the afternoons after school. Now, well, that wasn’t the case. But, he might like the idea of having a cheerleader for a girlfriend. He was crushing on me last year while I was one. But that was last year, well before we had become so close.

I quickly figured it would be easier to do in person. That way I could tell if he was okay with it. If he got pissed about it, I didn’t think he would go as far as breaking up with me over it. I felt like I could smooth things over enough with him. I was sure he would understand the position I had been put in.

Even if we didn’t see as much of each other, I planned to find a way to spend a little time with him every day, even if to just fuck him whenever I possibly could. Any breakup that ever happened between us was going to be awkward just because of what our families were into. I could even see us fucking together long after any breakup. If that were ever to happen, I hoped it wouldn’t be anytime soon.

******

Mom closed the front door after Janet and Jennifer left. I grabbed one of her hands and led her to the family room. I had her sit at one end of the couch and then took a cute stance in front of her.

“Do you like my new game cheer outfit?”

“You’re a gorgeous cheerleader, “Mom replied, “and I know Bob will love seeing that on you.”

I stepped closer.

“What about Daddy?”

She was quiet for a moment. “He’ll like the view as well, honey,” she somewhat begrudgingly admitted.

“Do you like the view as much as he will?”

She didn’t reply.

“I know you had Sarah dress up in my last one. Do I look as pretty as she did?”

“Prettier.”

I slowly turned around, doing a few cheer motions and gestures. Mom stood up and stepped up to me. I turned so I was facing her directly. She wrapped her arms around my lower back and pulled me to her.

“You’re the prettiest cheerleader ever. You’re also the sexiest, if not the most daring one, as well.”

I leaned up and kissed her lips quickly.

“Thanks, Mom. I’ve got your genes.”

“And your daddy’s, too.”

“The best of the best,” I complimented. “I told Sarah earlier that I was probably the sexiest sperm to ever come out of Daddy’s cock.”

“It’s a good thing I didn’t swallow you then,” she chuckled.

“Or have it go up your ass,” I joked back, resulting in her grabbing my butt.

“That feels good, Mom,” I said, nuzzling into the crook of her neck.

“You do have a lovely butt, baby girl.”

“That was from your gene contribution,” I complimented back. I began softly rubbing her back through her top.

I reached down to grab the top of my cheer briefs, and pulled them down far enough so they could drop to my feet. I then grabbed Mom’s hands and put them back on my butt again, nuzzling back into her as I wrapped my arms around her lower back.

“Play with my butt, Mother,” I sweetly told her, which she did.

“Mom, when we were with Sarah earlier, I wish we hadn’t been interrupted.”

I looked up into her face. She leaned down to kiss me. It quickly became a deep kiss.

“Mom ... let’s go ... to ... your room,” I forced out of my mouth while we kissed.

She pulled back from me. As she began reaching to take off the shell top of my uniform, she asked, “Why not here, sexy girl?”

When she had it off, she moved her hands over my boobies.

“Do you want me to get Sarah so we can finish what we started?” I whispered excitedly.

“No. I just want you right now.”

“Is it because Jamie would have to join in?”

“I played with him late last night after I wore out your father.”

Whoa! I thought my brain was going to explode. She actually told me that?!

“I really just want you right now,” she added.

My hard nipples were pressing into her palms. She kissed my lips softly, then my chin, and down my neck to the top of my chest. She cupped my breasts so the nipples really stood out, leaned lower and licked each one. Then she began sucking them as she slid her hands slowly down my flanks to rest on my hips over the skirt of my uniform.

“Feel good?”

“Don’t stop,” I moaned, hoarsely.

She turned me around, pushing me down on the couch. She came down with me, but ended up with her head underneath my skirt. Her lips went straight for my clit.

“Such a pretty little pussy,” I heard her softly murmur. “My little cheerleader pussy.”

Her tongue fluttered over my clit, bringing out my moans. I couldn’t see her with my skirt in the way. She couldn’t see me either. I briefly wondered if she was pretending I was Sarah. I quickly got my answer.

“I’m glad you’re a cheerleader again, Melissa. I finally get to do what I fantasized about last year.”

When she started sucking my clit after saying that, I exploded. I was screaming “Don’t stop, Mommy” over and over. I didn’t know how she kept her mouth on my clit with me flailing around, but she did. She finally stopped when I began screaming my head off.

When I finally could relax a little, I was sweating and breathing hard. And my mother was lying beside me, kissing the side of my face over and over.

I hoped that Sarah and Jamie were too busy with each other to come find out what was going on downstairs. I wished I wouldn’t be so noisy at times, as well.

“Oh, my Gawd,” I slowly said. “You can do that anytime, Mom.”

“I plan to,” she replied. I turned my face to hers.

“Surprised I would say that?” she asked.

“Yeah.” I said between breaths.

“You called me ‘Mommy’. You stopped doing that years ago.”

“I just ... felt like it.”

“I liked it.”

I smiled and pecked her lips.

“You still call your father ‘Daddy’,” she noted.

I just shrugged. Jamie had teased me about that some in the past, mocking me with it. Pam did a few times as well. The last time she almost got her butt kicked, I think she realized it at the time, too. Sarah never did. But then she’s cool like that. I got to the point that I didn’t care who teased me though. Daddy was Daddy. Tough shit if others were too old or not close enough to their father to call him Daddy. I would never be too old to call him that. I was a daddy’s girl, and always would be.

“I know why you do, sweetie. I think it’s adorable, and don’t let anyone tease you into stopping.”

“I don’t plan to,” I told her. “Do you mind if I call you Mommy?”

“Not at all ... especially not when you just did.”

“You can hear it a lot, if you want.”

“I love you, Melissa Susan Livingston. No one compares to you. Ever. You call me whatever you want.”

“I love you, too, Mommy,” I said, as I slid over her and undid her shorts. “But I like calling you Mom. While I like being a daddy’s girl, I need you more as a best friend.”

She looked like she was tearing up.

I pulled her shorts down and off her legs. “No panties, Mom?”

She just shrugged.

“Bad Mommy!” I playfully scolded as I lowered my mouth to her wet swollen pussy.

I waited for the expected sudden end to things, but it never came. She was going to let me do this! She wasn’t going to slam on the brakes this time!

My mouth and tongue were all over her pussy, and she was letting me! It made me all the more determined to make her scream through her own intense orgasm.

Her hands grabbed my hair as I focused on her clit. My own body was tingling over what I was doing. She was holding me against her. She wanted it as badly as I wanted to give it to her. She wanted me to make her cum!

I moved a hand to her pussy, and inserted several fingers. Her pussy was hot and super wet. I rubbed inside her exactly the way Daddy had shown me the night before. I knew how I liked it, and I just knew she would be just like me. The squeezing of her pussy around my fingers was proof of that.

My mouth covered here clit, tongue fluttering furiously, then sucking and pulling on it with my lips, nipping at it a little with my teeth. My hair was entangled around her fingers as she held me to her. She was fucking my face. Her body was writhing as she grasped my hair even tighter, causing me to wince a little. I just took it though. I wasn’t about to be the one to put the brakes on.

Before long, she was loudly groaning as an orgasm approached. She never wailed loudly and out of control like me when I came. We weren’t like each other that way, but the intensity behind her moans and squeals caused my whole body to tingle. I loved that she was different that way.

I did learn one thing as her orgasm overwhelmed her. She liked screaming my name. When she started repeating my name over and over as she pulled my head even tighter to her throbbing cunt, I quickly figured it was part of her fantasies of me in the past. Sarah hadn’t mentioned if she ever did that with her, saying my name like Daddy had done at times.

I hoped it was the first time ever for Mom. That would be totally cool. I hoped there would be many more times like this, too.

As she began to recover, I moved up her body and cuddled against her.

“You didn’t stop me.”

“I should have.”

“I’m glad you ignored that evil thought,” I replied. She chuckled.

“We can’t do this all the time, you know?”

“I know. But sometimes, right?”

“As long as you remember who I am.”

“I’m cool with that,” I replied. “Mommy?”

“Yes, little girl?”

“Did you really play with Jamie late last night?”

She paused a moment. “I did.”

“Did you ... um ... suck him?”

“I did,” she boldly replied.

“Did you swallow?”

“Waste not, want not.”

“Too funny, Mom.”

“You swallow him, don’t you?” she asked, obviously feeling a need to defend what she did.

“When he doesn’t shoot it inside me,” I said, tingling all over when I did.

“He didn’t do that with me. Remember the rules.”

I wanted to say fuck the rules, but instead, “You’ve let him shoot on you?”

“Just the times I already told you about and one other time. But he was wide awake last night when he came in my mouth.”

“Was the one other time during a blindfold game when Jamie rubbed his cock between your breasts, shooting his cum all over your neck? You swallowed some of his cum then, too, right?”

“Did Jamie tell you about that?”

“Jamie recognized your voice when you moaned as he came.”

Mom shrugged her shoulders and blushed a little. “I should have kept quiet, I guess.”

“I’m glad you told me though,” I said. “Last night, did he lick your pussy, too?”

She paused. “Yes.”

“Did he lick Daddy’s cum out of you?”

“Yeah.”

“All of it?”

“All he could get. He tried very hard to get it all. He even licked up some that drained out and ended up between my butt cheeks.”

“That’s hot. I wasn’t sure if he would ... with you.”

The whole idea of Jamie licking Daddy’s cum from Mom’s pussy made my pussy tingle. Gawd, I was such a weirdo.

“Mel?”

“Yes, mother?”

“Don’t tease your brother about it.”

“I won’t. He doesn’t tease me about liking the taste of cooters, including yours.”

“And he never will. He adores you, if you haven’t noticed.”

“He hasn’t always,” I retorted.

“True, but no one dares hurt you or say something bad about you around him. He got into a fight with a boy over you when you were in the sixth grade.”

“I don’t remember that.”

“You weren’t there, and we decided not to tell you so you wouldn’t try to kick the boy’s ass. It wasn’t the first time that’s happened either.”

“He really got into a fight over me?”

“He loosened one of the boy’s teeth.”

Whoa.

“What did the boy do?”

“He said something he shouldn’t have about you ... at least around Jamie.”

“What was that?”

“That you were a trashy slut.”

“Why did he say that?” I whined. “I wasn’t doing anything with anyone while in the sixth grade.”

“The boy had a crush on you, and you weren’t paying any attention to him.”

“It wasn’t Peter, was it?” I anxiously asked.

“No. I’ve never heard of Peter saying anything bad about you, even when you were ignoring him, probably even when you deserved it.”

Awww, I still felt bad about all of that. But I planned to give him my ass later. That should help make amends for my poor treatment of him in the past.

“The boy’s name was Barry something or other ... I forget his last name now. Your father handled all of that at the time.”

“Barry Norris?”

“That was it.”

“Shit,” I exclaimed.

“You need to be more careful with that word.”

“Sorry. But Barry got in my face yesterday calling me names. Well, mine and Jennifer’s faces.”

“Over what?”

“We both turned him down for dates recently.”

“For God’s sake, don’t tell Jamie!”

“Too late,” I murmured.

“Shit.”

I giggled. “I told Jamie that Jennifer and I handled Barry ourselves.”

“Thanks. Your father and I don’t want to pay for another emergency visit to the dentist for someone your brother punched out,” she informed me.

“Shit.”

“You’re gonna have me saying that word all the time now,” Mom teased.

“I won’t tell on you.”

“You’re a good friend,” she patted my head. “Your brother is a good friend to you. I hope you appreciate that now.”

“He’s pretty cool for a big brother.”

“I’m glad you finally think so.”

“Are you still okay with him fucking me?”

“Yeah, just don’t get any crazy ideas about marrying him.”

“I’m already married to Peter, remember? You were there.”

“You were a lovely bride. He’s a good son-in-law.”

“He’s a good husband.”

“How do you feel about him now?”

“I love him. A lot.”

“No doubts now?”

“None.”

“So cool,” she said, playfully mocking me. I snorted at her.

“You can still fuck him when you want, you know,” I told her. “He has my permission. Just don’t wear him out.”

“You better talk to his sisters and mother, too, then.”

“That would be too awkward,” I said. “I’ll just tell Peter to save up for me instead.”

“Wuss.”

“I’m just a juvenile. Good mothers would do that stuff for their young daughters.”

“Mothers are supposed to spank your young ass, missy,” she said, popping both of my naked butt cheeks as I squirmed and giggled.

She slowly strummed her fingers through my hair, pulling it back from my face.

“I’m glad we can talk like this now,” I softly told her.

“Me, too, baby girl,” she replied, hugging me tightly to her. “There is something I want to ask you about.”

“Ask away,” I sincerely said.

“Were you girls ‘just’ trying on the cheer uniforms up in your room?”

We were both distracted by the sound of Jamie and Sarah on the stairs.

“Should I get up off of you?” I quietly asked.

“Ummm ... no.”

“Mom?” Jamie called out.

“I’m on the couch in the family room, honey,” she said, and held a finger to her lips, almost giggling. She then lifted her head up to see over the back of the couch.

“Is Mel still here?” I heard Sarah’s voice say.

“She is ... somewhere,” Mom replied. I grinned up at her, but she kept looking toward the entrance. “I’m surprised you two are dressed.”

“We’re gonna go for a walk. We’ll be gone for a while,” Jamie said.

“Awww,” I said, very softly. Mom playfully reached to put her hand over my mouth.

“Have fun, you two,” she told them. Moments later I heard the front door open and close.

“About my question ...” she began, before being interrupted by the phone ringing. She got up and went to grab the portable phone in the kitchen.

“Hello?” I heard her say as I sat up to wait for her. “Oh, hi, Colleen.”

I knew this would likely be a lengthy phone call, so I got up and went upstairs. On my way, I debated just what I should tell Mom about what she was about to ask. I knew the question would come up again.

An image of me with two twelfth graders in my bedroom formed in my head. I knew cheerleading was about to change dramatically for me.

I knew I needed to talk to a number of people about it; two of them were at the top of the list. The one I was worried most about was Peter. What if he wanted me to quit the team? Then what about Mom? Would she make me quit? Would she be a friend or a mother about this?

Life was about to get seriously complicated.

(continued in chapter 49)