Mornings on Horseback
Book Two - Chapter 2
Chris was a cheerleader now, which was seriously cool, and even he had to agree that it had worked out a lot better than he'd first imagined. He wasn't a girly cheerleader at all either, mostly he was just in the background with Jeremy, the other boy, and they'd help us do lifts and throws and catch us. You know, stuff like that. Chris wasn't out there dancing or waving pom-poms around, which was what most people thought of at first. He was hanging out with the twenty four hottest girls in two counties everyday after school.
It won him a lot of admiration and some small bit of jealousy from the other boys. It made Chrissy a lot of friends too, which was only natural really. He was good looking and nice, not stuck-up at all, and so it was easy for people to like him, much the same way Mark was popular, and me too, for that matter. Even the idea that I was dating both Mark and Chris wasn't bad once people got used to it. A few kids couldn't wrap their little brains around it, like Angie or Rocky, people like that, but for most of the students, it didn't mean a thing.
People will get used to anything, once the newness wears off.
The hard part for me, and for Mark and Chris, but especially for me, was being good. When I was just dating Mark it wasn't so bad. I'd only see him once in awhile between classes and we'd say hi and maybe walk together a bit down the hallway. Now I had Chris too, and I saw him a lot, since we were both in tenth grade. It made me seriously horny and I didn't understand it. Not just for Chris, but for Mark too. I mean, I'd see Chris and really want to kiss him, and then I'd turn a corner and spy Mark and…Yeah, wow…Like I wanted to kiss him too. Or worse! Like rape those guys sometimes, it was totally insane!
Some people say familiarity breeds contempt or whatever? But not for me, not with my boyfriends. Familiarity was just breeding desperation and it was an awful tease being that close and not being able to do anything more than smile and say hi and maybe walk close enough for a minute or two just so I could smell them, or brush my hips with theirs. They wanted more too. I could tell from the way they looked at me, it was in their eyes, the both of them. It wasn't just sex, it was being in love. Life seemed like it was never going to be long enough for us to be together as much as we needed to. You know what I mean?
Lunchtime was really hard, because I would sit with my friends on one side of the cafeteria and Chris would sit with his new buddies on the other side. Mark had the lunch hour after ours, so me and Chris always faced each other, but we were so far away. We'd just look at each other and pretend like we were listening to whomever was talking, but mostly Chris and I were just talking to each other, like silently. We had entire conversations just with our eyes and our smiles, and the little gestures we made across that crowded lunchroom.
"God! You never listen to me anymore!" Sandy said and I sort of blinked at her because I'd been looking at Chris.
"What?" I asked sheepishly and everyone sort of laughed at me.
We were sitting with a bunch of other girls, all fifteen and sixteen, the usual suspects and mostly good girls like me. They complained about not having boyfriends, or how their boyfriends were never the boys they really wanted, stuff like that. At other tables sat other girls, like all the bad girls kind of congregated together in the corner, because they wanted to have their secrets. Most of the cheerleaders sat together in the center of the cafeteria, because they wanted the attention. I just sat with the kids I'd grown up with, but some of the other cheerleaders got on me for that. I guess wherever you get more than a dozen people together, they have to form their little clubs.
I hated that stuff, really, but it was one of the reasons I had a lot of friends. It wasn't like a plan or anything either, it was just the way I was, that's all. I sat with different kids every day, except Sandy, we always sat next to each other because we were best friends, but the other girls, it didn't matter really. I'd smile and laugh and talk with any of them and I don't want to sound conceited or anything, but they liked that, it made them feel good. I was the local beauty queen, the quarterback's girlfriend, and a cheerleader, and whatever. It sounds silly, but it all meant something to other people and they liked my attention as much as I liked theirs. It's normal.
"I asked if you were going to Amanda's Homecoming party?" Sandy repeated.
"Oh." I shrugged and smiled and I really didn't know. "Uh, whatever Mark wants to do. I think he wants to go to Kyle's party."
There were like four parties going on Friday night, after the Homecoming football game. The Homecoming dance was on Saturday night. Amanda always had parties, she didn't even need a reason, but when one came along, she was really happy. Kyle was one of the football players, a linebacker and co-captain with Mark. There'd be a lot of beer at his party; all the football players were going, as well as all the cheerleaders, since we were all dating football players. That meant most everyone else would show up too, since everyone wanted to be where the so-called 'cool' people were.
"Is Chris going with you guys?" Carol asked, she was fifteen and tall with short red hair. I loved her hair, it was feathered and I don't know how she did it like that.
"Yeah," I said. "Of course he is."
"That would be so cool, going out with two boys," Vicky sort of sighed. She was a little chubby and pretty quiet usually, the kind of girl a cheerleader was supposed to ignore, if you believed that stuff.
"Yeah, it is." I smiled at her. "Except they like to tease me."
"They do?" Vicky didn't believe me; she probably figured a girl like me had never been teased in her life.
"Oh yeah," I nodded seriously and of course the girls wanted to know everything because most of them didn't even have one boyfriend, at least not a serious one.
"Do they, um….I mean, do you, kiss them?" Jane was asking me and she was cute, a smallish blonde girl. "And stuff?"
"Well, we kiss, yeah," I nodded. "But not like, you know, and stuff." I giggled and lied because everyone thought I was a virgin, even Sandy didn't know I'd gone all the way, but she suspected sometimes. She knew me pretty good.
"I can't believe they don't get mad at each other." Lori was shaking her head, she was sort of Todd's girlfriend and Todd was Mark's best friend.
"They don't." I shrugged. "They're just friends now."
"My boyfriend gets mad if another guy just looks at me!" another girl, Theresa, was saying.
"I just wish I had a boyfriend." Sandy made a face at me and I thought I knew what she wanted.
Sandy was my best friend and so she kind of figured I should introduce her to Chris, or something. She hadn't come out and just said it, but she hinted about stuff, you know. Like maybe she could hang out with me and my two boyfriends, especially Chris. She knew me and Mark were in love, but Chris was new. If all four of us were together and I kind of let Chris know it was okay, and then he'd like Sandy and then…There was no way. But that was what she wanted, or what she expected maybe. Why should I have two boyfriends when my best friend didn't even have one?
I didn't have an answer for that, but it made me kind of sad. Chris might like her, I didn't know, but he and I were in love too, so it wasn't going to happen. I was a good girl, but I was pretty selfish too and as much as I loved Sandy like my own sister, I couldn't do what she wanted. It sort of drove us further apart too. I mean, ever since I'd started dating Mark, I'd seen less and less of Sandy. And now that I had Chris too? We really didn't spend much time together at all anymore. That made me sad sometimes and I didn't know what to do about it.
I wished Sandy would just get a boyfriend, cause it wasn't like she couldn't. She was sixteen and pretty with long straight blonde hair, really fine hair and almost white in the summer, but in winter it would get some gold color to it. Sandy had green eyes and sort of an oval face, one of those really open faces, like you could see everything she was feeling on it. A nice smile, a nice body with small boobs maybe, but a nice butt and long legs. She was almost as tall as I was and a lot of guys liked her.
Sandy could have had a boyfriend in an instant, if she just didn't want one of mine. I didn't know why she was so picky. She went out a couple times, with a couple different guys after her sixteenth birthday, that was like the magic number for parents around there. But they were always just one date and then Sandy would tell me it didn't work, for whatever reason. One guy had tried to kiss her right away, or another guy had acted stupid, you know. So ever since school started Sandy had been trying to stay close to me, especially once I started going out with Chris, and…Yeah. It sucked.
I was thinking I'd have to find her a boyfriend.--------------------------------------------------------
"Hi, Chris." Stacy Martin was all smiles and I felt a twinge of jealousy, even though I knew better.
"Hey! Hi, Stacy." Chris smiled at her.
"Hiya Stacy," I said, just to be nice and she gave me a smile.
We were in the gym for cheerleading practice, which we had every day after school, but usually outside. The football team was having a scrimmage though, or something, so they needed the whole field. That was okay, we'd practice our dancing and that was fun. Chris and Jeremy, the two boys on the squad, they didn't do any of the dancing, so they'd just hang out and watch. I bet Stacy was disappointed.
She was the smallest cheerleader in the school, just a little over five feet tall and thin, but seriously toned because she was into gymnastics big time. Her tits were too big though, or something, I was never really into that stuff so I wasn't exactly sure what that had to do with being a gymnast. She had big ones though, bigger than mine, and on her little body they looked huge. Stacy was cute too, seriously, with black hair a little shorter than mine, just past her shoulders, and really thick and wavy. Her eyes were brown and she had a pretty upturned nose that she liked to squinch when she smiled.
Since Stacy was so small, she got most of the lifts. Like Chris would pick her up above his head, or she'd stand on Chris and Jeremy's shoulders, stuff like that. She was good at it and liked to do flips and stuff when she dismounted, but it meant she spent a lot of time with my boyfriend, half of every practice at least, and I didn't like that. Chris had to touch her too, like on her ass, which according to him was just about super fine, small and tight and hard…Bleh!
I was the most beautiful girl and school and there I was feeling jealous and unhappy, go figure. That's what girls do though, it doesn't matter what you look like really, it's just a girl thing. I didn't want Chris grabbing anyone else's butt except mine, it was that simple. Unfortunately I couldn't do a lot about it except watch. Of course Chris was always telling me it didn't mean anything, and I didn't think it did to him, but Stacy…
She was between boyfriends, since her old one had graduated high school the June previous and left for college in Syracuse a month ago. Stacy was looking and Chris was the finest boy in school, no doubt, except possibly for Mark, but you could say the opposite just as easy and a lot of girls did. Stacy was hot for Chris though, I could see it in her eyes, hear it in her voice, and worst of all, I could feel it when she touched him.
"My birthday's this Sunday." Stacy sucked her top lip briefly, looking up at Chris because he was nice and tall.
"Is it?" Chris smiled. "Cool. Happy birthday."
"I'm going to be seventeen," Stacy nodded. "Do you know what I want for my birthday?"
I rolled my eyes because she was practically purring and I moved closer to Chris, although we were close already. Close enough so our bodies were touching as we faced Stacy.
"Uh…" Chris shrugged.
"I want you," Stacy said, pausing just long enough for Chrissy's eyes to get big. "To come to my birthday party."
"Oh. Yeah…" Chris was blushing because he was too modest, and I mean exactly that. For being as attractive and nice as he was, to be that shy…Well, I liked it a lot. Stacy did too. It made Chris seriously cute.
"I think he's busy that day." I smiled at Stacy.
"Well, you're invited too, Stephanie." Stacy smiled back, but we knew what was going on.
Stacy and I got along okay, but she lived in Clearview for one thing, which was half an hour away, and she was a junior, a year ahead of me, for another. So we didn't really know each other except by sight, at least until I'd become a cheerleader, now we knew each other better, obviously. Stacy had never been one of my friends, but I didn't have any enemies either, although that was changing fast.
"Okay. Thanks," I said, trying to keep the the sarcasm out of my voice. She wouldn't invite me to her party in a thousand years, except to get Chris there, and we both knew it.
"Maybe you can bring Mark along," Stacy suggested. "I wouldn't want anyone feeling left out."
Ohhhh…I felt my face turning a little red and I think Chris could feel me getting tense suddenly. She hadn't been talking about Mark feeling left out, she'd meant me, like if Chris and I went to her party, I'd be a third wheel sitting all alone. Stacy didn't know Chris very well, or me, that was for sure, but I was ready to give her a lesson.
"That would be great, Stacy," Chris spoke quickly, and I felt his left hand taking my right and giving me a little squeeze.
"Awesome!" Stacy giggled and she thought she'd got me good.
"All right, cut the chatter…" Ms. Hayden, our coach, was coming into the gym and it was good timing. Most of the other girls were speculating about who was going to be the Homecoming Queen on Friday, which was a big deal for Kelly and Brittany especially. They weren't talking to each other, even though they were best friends.--------------------------------------------------------
"I can't believe her!" I shook my head in the passenger seat as Chris drove me home in his mom's car.
"Who?" Chris asked, but only reluctantly because he knew the answer.
"Stacy." I frowned.
"Oh, she's just…" Chris shrugged in the dying light of the sun, "…Stacy."
"Yeah," I agreed. "She wants you to like her."
"I do like her." Chris smiled and then caught my look. "I know what you mean. You don't have to be jealous, okay?"
"I'm not…" I sighed. "I am jealous."
"I know you are," Chris nodded.
"Do you want to have sex before we go home?" I asked him, because maybe Chris did.
"No, I'm not really…"
"I'm not in the mood either," I sighed again.
"Look, Steph, people are people are people. I mean, you have guys talking to you all the time, right? We can't feel bad about it."
"Yeah, but they don't do it right in front of you," I said.
"Yeah, okay, but still…We can't do anything about other people, just us, right?"
"I know…"
"So as long as we love each other and we don't hide anything, we're okay."
"Yeah," I nodded.
"I mean, that's what you and Mark told me, right? That's what you guys always say." Chris was talking softly and I was looking down.
"Are you mad?" I asked him, really wondering because I'd never seen him angry, so how would I know?
"What?" He almost laughed. "No. Why?"
"I mean, about anything?"
"I'm not mad at all." Chris was genuinely confused and maybe I was too. "I'm…I dunno, flattered, I guess. The most popular girl in school is jealous because some other girl invited me to her birthday party."
"And I'm being a bitch, huh?" I looked up, leaning my head back. "I'm sorry."
"Nah, if you were a bitch, I'd tell you," Chris said.
"No you wouldn't!" I laughed then.
"I would, I swear." He looked at me and I felt it.
"Mark would." I grinned. "But not you."
"Well…" Chris shrugged, "…I guess I'd tell Mark then."
"Pull over, okay…Up there, at the landing." I pointed and Chris knew where I was talking about, a little secluded spot just off the county road.
"I thought you weren't in the mood." Chris smiled.
"I want to suck you." I was already undoing my seat belt, making a little chime go off like a doorbell.
"Do you want to make love?" Chris asked and I loved the way he always called it that. Mark called it fucking, but Chris, he mostly called it making love, like it was extra special and serious, and I liked it both ways.
"No." I was reaching for his pants, not waiting for him to stop the car or anything. "I just want to make you feel good, okay?"
"Ummm…." Chris giggled, the way he does and I could feel his cock not yet hard under the soft nylon of his cheerleading trousers. Neither of us had changed after practice.
"I wish we could do this at school," I said, mostly to myself as I unzipped his pants and Chris was making the turn towards some big bushes and poplar trees where we'd hide.
"You're a good girl."
"I know…" I was reaching inside, finding his briefs tight against his skin. "I wish I wasn't though."
"I'm glad you are, Stephy." Chris shifted a little and it was hard getting his cock loose.
"Really?" I smiled without looking up. "You don't wish we could do stuff in school sometimes?"
"Well…" Chris laughed. "Maybe, but I go to school to go to school, not so we can have sex."
"Heh." I laughed at him. "You're a good boy, huh?"
"No, come on, you know what I mean." He was stopping the car finally. "I have to be good if I'm going out with you, right?"
"Yeah," I agreed. "Lift your butt now."
We were both in the mood now, just like we always were, and I knew he wanted me at school, the same way I wanted him. We'd pass each other in the hallways or whatever and it was there. How important was school compared to love? That was how I thought about it and just once I wanted to know what it would be like to be a girl like Angie and not care. She fucked her boyfriend at school, in a big storage room behind the stage, which was actually in the gym, since we didn't have a proper auditorium.
How would that be, I wondered as Chris worked his pants and underwear down, sneaking into the storage room and fucking one of my boyfriends, or better yet, both of them? It wasn't the sex that thrilled me, it was the risk and I understood that. It was the possibility of getting caught, of being found out that I wasn't a virgin, I was a slut. The word, that simple word, it sent a shiver through me and I didn't know why.
"Mmmm…God Steph…You're so good at that now…" Chris sighed as I lowered my mouth around his cock, still not fully erect, but getting there quickly.
I moved slowly, being careful not to bump my head against the steering wheel. I'd done that before and it was annoying, but Chris was right, I was getting a lot better at giving him head. Mark too, although I still couldn't take as much of his big dick as I wanted to. But I could take all of Chris; I'd been getting a lot of practice since Mark and I had gotten our new boyfriend.
Chris had a nice cock too, long enough so that it took both of my hands to cover it, and then only barely, and thick enough so it felt good inside my pussy. It was curved too, upward like a banana, but not that much, just enough to make it interesting and I was licking him all over at first, getting him nice and wet and slippery because I was going to take Chris into my throat. I knew he liked that a lot and so did I.
I thought about asking him to talk dirty to me, I really did. Mark did it, sometimes, but not exactly like I wanted. I was nervous and a little shy actually, even though I knew better. I could tell my boyfriends anything, ask them to do anything, and they wouldn't refuse me. Asking Chris to call me a slut though, or a cocksucker, or a whore, it made my heart thump in my chest thinking about it, but I would have been embarrassed. If Chris asked me why I wanted him to say those things, I didn't know if I could explain it.
It was the only secret I had from him.--------------------------------------------------------
"What are you doing?" I blinked at Mark.
"Mmmphhh?" He looked up at me and swallowed hard. "Pancakes."
"He's hungry, dear." Mom smiled at me. "Sit down, I have a plate for you right here."
"We're going to be late." I suppressed a giggle and forced myself to frown.
"Plenty of time." Mark rolled his eyes and then looked at my mom. "These pancakes are great, Mrs. Avery."
"Thank you, Mark." Mom smiled and he'd just made her day.
We did have a lot of time and I think Mark had just come by my house early because my mom always cooked a real breakfast. So did Mark's mom, but he could eat enough for two people anyway. I sat down at the kitchen table and reached for the syrup and those blueberry pancakes did smell pretty yummy. My mom sat down with us, just having some coffee in her old pink bathrobe. She had a new one, but she liked the old one best.
It suited her too, that robe tied tightly with a sash around her waist, which wasn't exactly narrow, but Mom wasn't fat either. She was a good looking woman, even for being up and cooking at six o'clock on a Tuesday morning like she was, and earlier than that, since she'd already fed my dad. Her brown hair was brushed back and her blue eyes were bright. I'd gotten mine from her, and she was just motherly to me, but I could see how a man would be attracted to her.
Mark liked her a lot; I knew that, and not just her cooking. They were being good this morning, but he teased me about it sometimes. Like if my mom was younger, you know…And my mom was just as bad. Telling me how lucky I was to have a boyfriend like Mark. I really did feel a bit jealous, or afraid maybe, like she was my mom, you know? I didn't want to compete with her for my boyfriend's attention, that was just too weird. But it felt like that, coming downstairs and finding them smiling together in the kitchen. Yeah, I know, I should have been happy they got along so good, and I was, mostly.
I just wished they wouldn't tease me about it so much, but I was probably overly sensitive too.
"What party are we going to Friday night?" I asked Mark once we were in his truck.
"Kyle's party, right?" Mark looked over at me, like it was my decision, but I didn't care. If I had my way it would just be me and my two boyfriends out by the old bridge.
"Okay," I shrugged.
"Why? Do you want to go to a different one?"
"No, just that Sandy was asking me," I sighed. "I think she wants to go with us."
"Oh yeah?" Mark kind of made a face, but only a little one.
He didn't like Sandy very much. They'd known each other since forever, like we knew most everyone else, and for whatever reason Sandy just rubbed him the wrong way. They were okay about it though, it wasn't like they were enemies, but sometimes I felt pretty stuck in the middle between my best friend and my boyfriend.
"Yeah, I dunno." I moved closer, because, "Something about blueberry pancakes…" I giggled and I was rubbing Mark's big bulge.
"Your mom should make those more often," Mark grinned.
"Yeah right!" I laughed.
"What?" Mark looked all innocent and his cock was swelling now because I was rubbing it hard for him.
"You already eat more at my house than you do yours."
"We're going to Chrissy's tonight," Mark reminded me.
"Yeah, I told my mom already," I nodded. "I hope his dad acts normal."
"He's not that bad." Mark shrugged, but maybe he didn't believe that.
"He's always looking at me," I said. "You don't know what it's like."
"That sounds normal to me." Mark grinned at me. "Who wouldn't want to look at you?"
"You know what I mean." I rolled my eyes. "Are you gonna stop?"
"Over there." My boyfriend nodded and we were close to Miller's Landing, which was about halfway between my house and the school.
"God, I wish we could do this at school," I said with a sense of deja vu. I'd been saying that a lot, and now I said it mostly to myself as I worked to free Mark's heavy cock from his jeans.
I was wearing my cheerleading outfit, the pleated gold skirt that fell loosely to mid-thigh, and the tight knit top, red with black letters stretched across my breasts. There was a sweater that went with it, but it wasn't that cold outside yet. All the cheerleaders were wearing their outfits all week long, since it was Homecoming week. Chris had his own uniform too, which was cool, pants and a t-shirt, or a sweater for when it was chilly.
"Take off your shorts," Mark told me, stopping the truck and turning it off. We had about twenty minutes, which was plenty of time. I really wanted to fuck.
"Yeah," I agreed and I hated those cheerleading shorts anyway.
They wouldn't be bad if they had a decent panel, but they didn't, so I had a blue thong on underneath, the only one I owned and I'd had to beg for it, believe me. My mom wasn't huge on thongs, but wearing regular panties under cheer shorts? Please! Not that my thong covered a whole lot, but it felt better anyway, plus my boyfriends like it a lot.
"So you want to do this at school? Mark grinned as he slid over towards my side of the big bench seat. I didn't think he'd heard that.
"Sometimes." I reddened a little and stuck out my tongue as I lifted my feet, pulling my shorts down over my Skechers.
"Chris told me the same thing." Mark had his pants down around his muscular thighs and his cock was huge, like every time I saw it his penis just seemed bigger somehow.
"What?" I wanted to do it from behind so I didn't turn around like I usually did. I just straddled Mark's legs and leaned forward with my butt above him.
"About you," Mark almost explained as he lifted the back of my skirt so he could see my pale round ass and my ruddy vulva, split by the pink cleft of my pussy.
"What did he say?" I licked my lips, just waiting while Mark guided his cockhead to my hot little hole.
"Just how he whenever he sees you he wants to throw you down and fuck your…ugh!…brains out…"
"He said that? Ummmm…" I grimaced a little as I felt Mark's cock splitting my sex, forcing its way inside slowly and it was always a bit uncomfortable at first.
"Lean forward more…Yeah…I want to see it, Jesus…You're beautiful…"
Mark was speaking slowly, holding my narrow waist in his big strong hands, trapping my skirt out of the way so he could watch me fuck his cock, my pussy sliding up and down slowly, taking a little more every time. I had my head on the dashboard, literally and I giggled softly, letting myself relax because Mark could hold me easily enough and we liked it that way.
The feeling of being fucked from behind by a huge hard cock is fantastic, let me say that before I forget. The other way is good too, but like that, bent over the way I was, I was gonna cum quick, Mark too probably cause he always loved watching his dick slide in and out of me. I could feel the way my pussy would cling to him, I mean my hole was tight enough so when he was lifting me I could have sworn he was turning me inside out.
My pussy ached at first, but after two or three minutes all it did was feel really good and by then we were fucking hard enough so the tip of his cock was touching bottom. That had really hurt at first, like the first time we really did it, but that was more than a year ago and now I wanted it like that. My pussy stretching just for him, trying to open my cervix so he could get right into my womb. It didn't happen like that, really, but I imagined it did. I wanted it to. I was so into that fantastic image that it made me crazy sometimes and as soon as I felt Mark's penis touching the soft pillow of my cervix, like a big finger massaging some super special part of me, I was almost crying.
Seriously.
Chris could make me cry too, but that was because he was so tender and gentle, with Chris it was making love. Mark could be gentle too, and plenty tender, but mostly we were seriously fucking. I took him easily after a few minutes and wet! I was completely soaked inside and most of that wasn't going anyplace either, except a bit running down Mark's shaft, but my labia were stretched thin and tight around him and we would get seriously messy once we were done, I knew that.
I was humping now, cause my orgasm was coming quick, my second one I should say. Mark had brought me off quickly just by working himself all the way in and now he was doing it again, or I was, Mark was just sitting there mostly, letting me do all the work and enjoying the view as I rode his dick like a real slut should. That was how I thought of myself when we did it like that, just ten minutes before school started, fucking hard in the front seat of Mark's truck. A good girl wouldn't do that, but I would.
It made me crazy, that's all, and it's my only excuse. Mark's cock working into my womb was driving me insane and I decided right then that I was going to fuck Chris. As soon as I got to school, I'd find him. I'd take him someplace and just bend over and let him fuck me hard and that would be so cool. I didn't even let him kiss me, except for that one time, but never since, and today I was going to fuck him. I'd do it right before my science class so Angie could smell it. Chrissy's sperm mixed with Marks, running down my thighs. I'd show it to her and I'd say…
"Oh please!" I gasped and I was cumming so hard I thought I'd pass out.
My cunt was on fire, shaking inside like you wouldn't believe, squeezing Mark's big cock and bringing him off like three seconds later. He held me tight then, pulling me back against his chest so I could turn my face, blind with pleasure and gasping for air. We were kissing, Mark's tongue filling my mouth while his cock was buried inside my young body to the hilt. His sperm was shooting right into my uterus, it had to be. He was at least nine inches inside me and I was only eight inches deep at the very most.
It was an awful lot like meeting God, I figured.--------------------------------------------------------
Of course, I knew I couldn't find Chris and drag him off somewhere and have more sex. That was just a fantasy, one of my good ones that I liked to have during sex, for some reason, and it was always a relief after I came down and back to my senses. It was a little disappointing too though.
I gave Mark a smile as he went towards his locker and I was going straight to the bathroom, which is just past my locker. All I was wearing was my thong, which barely covered anything beneath my short cheerleading skirt. I hadn't put my cheer shorts back on; I really didn't need to get those stained! Mark had put a lot of sperm inside me too. He always had a big load in the mornings it seemed like, well, anytime really. Mark's balls were like super sperm factories or something. Maybe it was all that hard work and exercise he got. Whatever the reason, Mark shot a lot of cum every single time, and of course this morning it was way up inside me.
I didn't have a prayer of washing it out, not in the five minutes I had before homeroom started, mostly I was just going to wad up a bunch of toilet paper and try and soak that stuff up as it trickled out of my womb. That would be kind of nasty, and I'd be going to the bathroom a lot, all morning long probably, but what else was I going to do? I didn't know, because it wasn't like I was really a slut or anything. I bet a girl like Angie didn't have that kind of problem, but it wasn't like I could ask her for some helpful slut tips either.
"What's this?" I said softly to myself.
"Morning Stephanie…Hi Steph…Hey, Steph…" Some people walked by, three or four guys, seniors and juniors, and they were smiling at me, which wasn't unusual and I smiled back, saying good morning like a good girl.
A lot of other kids were around too, mostly other sophomores with lockers near mine, and all the talk was about who won the Homecoming Queen contest, naturally. We'd find out in homeroom who won and I was sort of not looking forward to it, just because either Brittany or Kelly, my two cheerleading friends, one of them was going to be seriously disappointed. The other would be really happy, because it was pretty inconceivable that one of them wouldn't win. Homecoming Queens were always cheerleaders, or so it seemed, like it was an unwritten rule. It would probably be Brittany, if I had to bet, cause she was kind of a bully.
"Hey there." Chris snuck up behind me and just lightly touched my back.
"Hi Stephanie…Morning Steph…" Two other guys were with him, Jeremy and Eric. Jeremy was the other boy cheerleader and he was pretty cute with short blonde hair and greenish blue eyes.
"Hi guys." I smiled, but I wanted to frown just cause my first instinct was to tell Chris how much I wanted to fuck him right then, even if I couldn't. I felt it though, that insane urge.
"What's that?" Chris saw that I was holding a large yellow sticky note, which I'd just pulled off my locker.
"I dunno," I shrugged. "I just found it…It say, um…Go to the Principal's office ASAP."
"The principal?" Jeremy grinned at me. "What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything." I frowned.
"ASAP?" Eric was small, kind of a geeky kid and president of like five clubs, the chess club and science club, stuff like that. He wore little gold wire rim glasses, but he was okay. Chris liked him and he'd helped me with geometry last year when I really needed it.
"As soon as possible," I said. "Mr. Sanders likes that stuff." He did too. He'd spent like 20 years in the marines, and then he got out and became a principal. I supposed there wasn't much difference probably.
"I guess you better go then." Chris was still touching me, just in the small of my back and I sort of leaned against him.
"Yeah." I looked up at him. "I'll see you later, kay? Sit with me for lunch today?"
"Sure," Chris grinned. Like I'd have to ask him twice? Mostly we sat with our other friends, just because of me and my weird thing about being innocent.
"God! She is so hot!" I heard Eric saying as I walked towards the school office and I kind of wiggled my butt a little extra, just cause I knew those three boys were watching. But that just reminded me of all that sperm sliding slowly down my well-stretched pussy, so I stopped.
I hadn't been called in to see the principal since I was in fourth grade, and that had been because I'd lost a school library book. I never did figure out where that book went and the principal hadn't been mad, she just wanted to ask me why I couldn't find it, or maybe scare me into remembering, since a lot of kids suddenly remembered a lot of stuff when they had to see the principal. But I hadn't. I'd probably left it on the school bus, since elementary school was all the way over in Clearview. Some kid had gotten it and kept it, or maybe the driver, or…
I was thinking about that, sort of, just because I didn't want to think about how I might be in trouble this time. I mean, there was only one reason, you know? Someone might have suspected me and Mark, or me and Chris, of doing something. But that didn't seem too likely, but what else was there? I was a good girl. I didn't skip classes, smoke in the bathrooms, make out with my boyfriends by my locker. I didn't fight with anyone. I did all my homework and got good grades and went to cheerleading practise. The only thing I did that might get me in trouble was have sex every morning with Mark and every afternoon with Chris…I didn't want to think about getting caught doing that!
"Good morning, Stephanie!" Mrs. Henderson, the plump pink school secretary was smiling at me. That was a good sign at least and I didn't realize how nervous I was until I saw her.
"Hi." I made myself smile brightly, but my tummy was a little tight. "I, uh…I got a note…" I held it up.
"Well, of course you did!" She almost giggled and then I was nervous all over again.
"Uh…" I cleared my throat and looked at the half dozen other kids who were in the office with their own problems. Most of them were smiling at me, but all the kids did that anyway, it didn't mean anything special.
"You can go right to his office. Just knock on the door, dear. Mr. Sanders is waiting for you," Mrs. Henderson told me, waving her pudgy hand happily. It was like she knew an extra good joke or something.
"Okay." I hefted my book bag, which wasn't all that heavy, over my shoulder and walked down the short hall.
I knocked on the door, after checking myself real quickly, and I really, really wished me and Mark hadn't had sex. I should have just sucked him off, or maybe given him a hand job while we made out, that would have been best. Why did we have to fuck that morning? I was soaked inside and that sperm was coming out, like it had to. I was all wet with girl goo already and my little hole was seriously stretched! Mark's cum wasn't gonna stay where it was and it felt good, but not right then!
It was worse once Mr. Sanders told me to come in, his muffled voice sounding like a sharp bark through the door. He wasn't alone. Ms. Hayden was there, my cheerleading coach, and so were three other teachers. Mr. Hodges, my math teacher. Mrs. Diller, who taught English to juniors and seniors, and Miss Powell, she was the music teacher. I was really confused then.
"Ah, Stephanie, good morning." Mr. Sanders was sitting behind his desk and the other teachers were sitting in the chairs in front of it, except for Mr. Hodges, since there were only three chairs.
"Good morning, Miss Avery." Mr. Hodges smiled at me. "I have to get to my classroom. Congratulations." And then he was leaving, because he had his homeroom to attend to in about two minutes.
"Uh…" I didn't know what to say to that, so I smiled and said good morning to everyone. Mr. Hodges left us and closed the door behind him.
"Here, sit down, Stephanie." Ms. Hayden was getting up and I wondered if someone had played a really good practical joke on me or something, because they were all smiling.
I didn't have much choice, except to sit in the chair while Ms. Hayden stood near the filing cabinet with her arms crossed. She was dressed for PE class too, and it was strange seeing her in the principal's office with her small black shorts and tight white t-shirt and sneakers. The other two ladies were dressed nice, like teachers do, and I crossed my legs tightly, of course. I was really hoping I wasn't going to leave a sticky puddle on the principal's chair.
"Stephanie, as you know, we're the Homecoming Committee." Mr. Sanders started saying, and I did know that, but it hadn't occurred to me. Off behind us the bell was ringing for homeroom to start.
"Yes sir," I answered, feeling even more confused.
"Now, yesterday the students voted for their Homecoming Queen and, well, can you guess who received the most votes?" He was smiling too.
"Heh." I kind of laughed, like a frustrated laugh and held my book bag tight against my tummy. "Brittany?"
"Nooooo…" Mr. Sanders shook his head and he was a handsome man, short, but thick, like a rock with a bullet shaped head and a buzz-cut hairdo. He looked ready to storm a beach someplace.
"Uh…Kelly?" I really did laugh, out of pure nervousness. "I don't know, sir."
"You did," he told me and I stared at him. "You won, Stephanie."
"I, um…I can't." I sat back, like he'd shoved me. "I wasn't…I'm a sophomore!"
"We know, Stephanie." Mrs. Diller was right next to me and she was like sixty years old, getting ready to retire in a year or two.
"We have four hundred and twelve students and they all voted," Mr. Sanders told me. "You received two hundred and eighteen votes…"
"Write-in votes." Miss Powell leaned forward and smiled past the other teacher.
She was young, just out of college and a lot of the boys liked her because she didn't look like a teacher at all. She had cat green eyes and auburn hair and a serious body. A lot more boys were taking music electives this year. I was in Miss Powell's afternoon class and mostly I just played around with the piano, since I was pretty good at that anyway.
"But…" I didn't know what I was supposed to say to that, or even how I was supposed to feel.
"Now, normally, we wouldn't count write-in votes for a girl who isn't eligible," Mr. Sanders was telling me. "But we can't ignore the fact that you received over fifty percent of the votes."
"You got more than half of them," Ms. Hayden nodded, like I didn't know what fifty percent meant.
"So, the eligibility rule, well, it isn't really a law or anything." Mr. Sanders rubbed his nose for a second. "It's more traditional and really it's up to us, the committee, to determine eligibility. Of course, we want what's best for BI-High."
Everyone called the school that, and it was a joke, but not a good one. When we saw a classmate at the mall or whatever we'd say "Bye" first and the other kid would say "Hi" last, you know. It was dumb, but that's what we did and I don't know why I was thinking about that just then.
"We've decided that if more than half the student body wants a tenth grade girl to be their Homecoming Queen, then we have to support that," Mr. Sanders continued. "Our job here isn't to dictate the celebration, but to ensure that our kids have a Homecoming they can be proud of. A safe, clean, and successful event that draws our students closer."
"We're especially glad that our Homecoming Queen will be you, Stephanie," Miss Powell said.
"You're the perfect girl for it," Mrs. Diller nodded and she touched my bare knee gently. "A Queen who reflects the values of our community."
"I…I don't know." I blinked and it was all overwhelming me. I didn't want to be the Homecoming Queen, or more probably I did, but I knew I couldn't, so I hadn't given it a thought.
"You can refuse," Ms. Hayden told me and I looked at her. "You weren't running for it and so if you don't want to do it, nobody is going to force you."
"The next girl…" Mr. Sanders was looking at a paper on his desk. "Is Kelly Albright, with seventy-four votes, and then Brittany Cole with seventy-three…They'll be your two hand maidens."
That thought seriously made me cringe inside. I'd gotten more than twice as many votes as either of my friends! They were going to be the runners-up, to me? Standing on the float, tossing candy to kids on the curb during our parade while I sat there on my throne, smiling and waving? I'd done it before, as I was the reigning Miss Iroquois, for one thing, and Miss Dairy for another, since I'd won that pageant at the county fair in July…But this was like a nightmare, sort of. Brittany and Kelly would kill me!
"And of course you get to pick your consort." Miss Diller almost giggled because everyone knew I had two boyfriends, but none of them knew exactly how or why, nor most especially how close I really was with Mark and Chris.
"We talked about that and, uh…" Mr. Sanders cleared his throat. "If you want two consorts, well…"
"I can have two?" I had to tell myself to close my mouth. This really was a dream now.
"Mrs. Henderson gave us some valuable input." Mr. Sanders looked around at the other teachers and they nodded.
Mrs. Henderson liked Chris a lot, I knew that. Ever since that time he'd helped me carry those pies to her, well, they were like best friends. Everyone liked Mark as well, and him being the quarterback and my boyfriend, I was reasonably sure that had influenced their decision on allowing me to be the Queen too. But riding on a float, through the middle of Clearview, which was a real town and where the parade was going to be, with my two boyfriends standing right there with me? Wow!
"And…" Mr. Sanders looked at his watch pointedly, "…I hate to say it, but we need an answer pretty quick, because I'm going to make the announcement before the end of homeroom."
"I um, well…" I had to think about it for a second, weighing the pros and cons, of which there were probably more than you might think.
"Thank you, um, first of all," I said slowly, glancing at all of them. "It's a real honor and I'm…Kind of scared."
I laughed while they gave me understanding nods and encouraging smiles. I blushed too, and looked down at my fingers on top of my book bag, on top of my crossed legs where Mark's semen was being squeezed out of me. I was sitting there, leaking sperm and being told I was the Homecoming Queen because I embodied the good moral character of our school and community. My conscience was hurting a little, but you know what? It was turning me on, which was so perverted I wanted to run away and jill off in my bathtub.
"But, uh, yeah…" I swallowed hard, "…I'll do it, okay. I mean, yes sir."
"Good girl!" Mr. Sanders smiled and extended his hand. "We're all so proud of you, Stephanie."
"You're such a sweet girl…" Mrs. Diller said.
"You'll be a fantastic Queen…" Miss Powell smiled.
"I'll talk to the other girls at practice this afternoon." Ms. Hayden almost smiled, but she knew I was going to catch it from Brittany and Kelly. Maybe from some of the other cheerleaders too, since I was just a tenth grader and junior varsity, and a few girls thought I was a bit too uppity anyway.
They were all shaking my hand and smiling and I was smiling and my tummy was doing flip-flops and I wondered when I was going to wake up because stuff like this didn't happen in real life. Not even to me, except it seemed like it did an awful lot. Nobody could be as lucky as I was, could they? That's what I was thinking, and if I thought I was lucky, some of the other kids thought I was beyond lucky, whatever that might be. I was envied, I knew that, and there were girls who were jealous of me, I knew that too, and this wasn't going to help at all.
I wondered if it was possible for a girl to be so popular that she became unpopular, because it felt like I was stretching my luck so hard…Well, you know what happens when you stretch a rubber band too far. It either breaks, or it snaps back hard and hurts. I didn't want to hurt anyone, least of all me!