***All characters are over 18***
"I don't know, Mandy...are you really sure this is the best thing to do?" Trisha was skeptical.
Mandy nodded, pulling a strand of short blonde hair away from her face. "It's the only thing to do, Trish. I have to!"
The two cheerleaders shut their lockers together, ready to head to English class. Trisha's frilled pink miniskirt swished against her slender legs, the frills stopping around her thighs, just inches from showing off her cute butt. The petite brunette was carrying her books pressed against her chest, and they were pushing against her 32C-cup breasts, so that they strained and swelled out of her lacy tank top, two perky mounds that rode high on her slim frame and swayed slightly with each step Trisha took. She was used to walking to class with Britney, and that usually meant that they were always late. Along with the fact that Trisha was several inches shorter than the head cheerleader, she was used to running flat out through the halls to keep up with Britney as they raced to their classrooms, heels clacking and miniskirts flopping. But Mandy was a good student, always on time, and the two girls were almost the same height; barely five feet tall. So they could take their time.
"I know that's what you think, Mandy. But I...I just don't know if Jon's going to see it the same way. What if he gets mad?"
Mandy sighed. "Well...I guess he might. But I just can't keep this a secret any longer. I was up all night worrying about it, Trisha!"
The blonde slid her thumbs through the straps of her backpack, deep in thought. Mandy's outfit, as always, was much more conservative than Trisha's miniskirt and tank top; she was wearing jeans and a T-shirt. But even in the last few days, Trisha had noticed a few changes in her friend. Mandy now walked a little more upright and poised then before, and while before she would always blush when boys looked or grinned at her, she would now wave or even offer a flirty smile back. She didn't look any different on the outside, but Trisha could tell that Mandy, no longer a virgin, was getting more confident about everything related to boys and sex.
"Okay," Trisha said. "So walk me through this again. You were supposed to meet him at his house at eight, but you thought it was seven."
"Right." Mandy's blonde hair bobbed as she nodded.
"So Amanda gave you a ride early, and you saw Nicole walking out of his house just then."
"Yep."
"And he said she was just there to get some help on Biology?"
"Well, at first he was just like nothing was wrong. But then I demanded to know why she was there." Mandy sighed, blushing. "I know...I was a stupid, jealous girlfriend. But I mean, that
is
kind of suspicious, isn't it?"
"Yeah," Trisha agreed. "It is."
"So anyway, I demanded to know why she was there, and he said they were just like working on a worksheet together or something. And then we got into this big discussion, and he told me that he would never think of lying to me, that he always tells me everything. He said he never keeps anything from me."
"So what did you say?"
The blonde shook her head. "I didn't say anything then. But I couldn't stop thinking about it all night. I mean, if he tells me everything, then I should tell him everything too, right? And that includes what we did in that bookstore. You know...practicing blowjobs on those guys."
"And...you really trust him? About Nicole and all that?"
Mandy didn't even hesitate. "He's my boyfriend. Of course I trust him. And I want him to trust me too!"
Trisha nodded. "Yeah, I know, but...what if he gets mad at you? I mean, you and I know that you really just wanted to learn some stuff, that it was all about being better for him. But what if he doesn't see it that way?"
Mandy was chewing on a piece of her short blonde hair, an old habit, deep in thought. "I don't know...I'm worried about that too. I'll just have to find some way to explain it to him, right? I mean, my intentions were good!"
"I guess so, but..."
"Hey, Trish!"
The two cheerleaders had just arrived at their classroom, and at the sound of her name the brunette turned. It was Britney, in a pair of denim shorts and a halter top, her stiletto boots clacking as she walked towards them. Trisha quickly put a sweet smile on her face, but her insides were boiling. She hadn't forgotten the sight of Britney fucking Dan in her kitchen, behind her back, barely an hour after she had left the head cheerleader's house, teary and humiliated.
I can't believe she's still acting like she's my friend, like she didn't do anything wrong! But I got back at her...
"Hi Britney," Trisha said sweetly. "What's up?"
"You left your purse at my house, hun. You really didn't notice until now?"
Of course she had noticed; that was why she had gone back to Britney's house in the first place, and had ended up catching her in the act.
I almost want to tell her about last night...about whimpering and bucking in handcuffs on Dan's table, about letting him and five other guys fuck me in his apartment. Just to see her face!
But instead she feigned surprise.
"Really? Oh man...I'm such a ditz. Thanks a lot, Brit!"
"No problem. Can you bring me mine tomorrow?"
"Of course!" Trisha chirped.
Yeah...whatever!
"Thanks. Hey, you want to do something tonight?" Britney was leaning casually against the wall, as sexy and confident as ever, her gorgeous legs stretched out, catching the eye of every guy who passed them.
"Oh, um..." Trisha thought quickly. "I...can't tonight, Britney, sorry! I'm doing something with Mandy." Her best friend caught on just as quickly, and she nodded too.
"Oh, okay." Britney shrugged. "Some other time, then. See ya!" And then the class slut strode off, her long hair cascading across her slim back, her ass wiggling in her tight shorts.
"Wow," Mandy whispered as they watched her leave. "I can't believe her. She's acting like nothing's wrong!"
Trisha smiled at her friend as the two petite girls walked into the classroom. She could always count on Mandy for support, even in something like hating someone together. "I know." The cheerleaders took their seats at their desks, Trisha carefully adjusting her miniskirt over her slim thighs.
"Still, though..." Mandy said, sounding concerned. "Are you sure it was a good idea to go see Dan again?"
Trisha shuddered slightly at the thought, remembering the way she was passed around by half a dozen men, the feeling of having a cock plunged into her cunt and her mouth at the same time, of being covered with cum from men who had paid to fuck her. At first she was overwhelmed with shame, but then she felt herself tingling with pleasure, thinking about the feeling of those hard cocks powering into her, of the lust in their eyes as they ravished her together, grabbing and groping her dainty body. "Yes," she said, smiling back at Mandy. "I'm glad I did it. It was totally worth it."
Mandy's face remained concerned for a few seconds, but at last she smiled and let out a giggle. "Geez, Trish...I'll better make sure to never go behind your back like Britney!"
Trisha giggled too. "Oh, Mandy...I know you never would!"
***
That afternoon, Trisha was lounging on her bed, reading for History, when the phone rang. The young cheerleader was lying on the stomach, propped on her elbows, her perky tits pressed against the bedspread, the frills of her miniskirt resting on the slight curve of her ass, so that her panties just barely peeked out the bottom. She had tied her long, wavy brown hair into a ponytail that now dangled down her slim, arched back. Trisha waited for the ringing to stop, assuming that her parents would answer it. But a second later, there was a knock at her bedroom door.
"Trisha, honey?" It was her mother.
"Yeah, mom?"
"Phone for you."
The petite cheerleader hopped off the bed, straightening her skirt as she thanked her mom and put the phone to her ear. But before she could even say anything, she heard a loud sniff, and then the sound of someone blowing their nose.
"Hello??"
"Trisha!!" It was Mandy. She was clearly crying, her voice weepy and interrupted by constant sniffs and sobs.
"Mandy! What...w-what's wrong?"
"Oh, Trisha...you were right! I should have listened to you! I'm such an idiot!"
Trisha held the phone closer to her ear, standing in the middle of her bedroom, struggling to hear through Mandy's sobs. Her friend was almost impossible to understand. "Right about what? I...I don't understand."
"About Jon!" Mandy wailed. "I...I just couldn't h-help it. I told him a-about that afternoon in the bookstore...w-when you taught me about blowjob..."
Trisha sighed.
Oh no...
"And he got mad!" she sobbed. "He s-said it was like cheating! He said I had no idea whose dick I was sucking!"
Well...he's kind of right, isn't he? I mean, that was the point! Why did she tell him??
"And then what?"
"A-and then he said he couldn't believe I had done that and he hung up!!! And he wouldn't answer any of my calls!!"
