Summary: Cheerleader is put in place by butch and...
Note 1:
This is an
Literotica April Fools Story Contest 2025
story so please read and vote.
Note 2:
Thanks to
Small_Island
an for a great edit and some wicked additions and Shuj for a last minute proofread.
Note 3:
All characters are at least 18-years-old.
Butch and the Cheerleader
"I can't believe I have to work with her," Brittany said, scorn in her tone as she looked sideways over at Cameron White with utter disgust.
"That is some bad luck," Debbie said, thankful that she got Eva who was super smart.
"Did you ask Mrs. Barber to change partners?" Amber asked.
"First I asked her if it was an April Fool's Day joke since today is the first," the popular cheerleader said.
"It would be a good one," Debbie said.
"Yeah, except the bitch said it wasn't and the fact that I considered her pairing me with the dyke would be a mean joke just showed that it was good that she'd put us together, that it would actually be good for me," Brittany ranted.
"How could that possibly be good for you?" One of her two minions asked.
"There is no scenario where this could possibly be good for me," Brittany said, as she saw the butch lesbian stand up from her group of high school outcasts at one of the outer tables in the cafeteria. The campus queen turned back to her gang of cool hot chicks.
"Just get it over with as soon as you can," Debbie suggested.
"Maybe I can make her do all the work," Brittany said, having used her good looks her entire life to get her way and have others do her work. That said, she was not into girls and any tempting she'd ever had on that side of the gender aisle had been with implied promises of friendship, not romance or lust... eww, she thought, not her scene at all. Everyone knew she had a college boyfriend with a Porsche and a trust fund. A second-year college boy already the starting QB.
"Just let her munch your pussy once and I bet she'll do it," Debbie joked. "It sure worked for me - I not only got an 'A' on the term paper Twyla wrote for me, I got some really good orgasms out of it too, as her 'cost' of being allowed the privilege."
"Gross," Brittany said, her face squishing up like she'd just bitten into an extra sour lemon.
"There are worse things," Amber said, also having had a couple of nerds eat her pussy... and truth be told they were easily the best orgasms she'd ever had. "I mean, Gwen gets me off way better than Steve."
"Don't even get me started on you, dyke girl," Brittany snapped, disgusted not only that both her friends had used their pussies to get something from girls rather than guys, but that they had done it with such plain Jane nerds... such nobodies. If she were ever to allow another girl to eat her pussy it would be a MILF, a teacher, or a fellow cheerleader... not a fucking nerd.
While Brittany was clearly the leader of the hot girl clique, this was the one area where
the other two girls felt their friend was missing the boat, or at least her little man in the
boat was missing opportunities for good times.
"Amber," said Debbie, "don't you also enjoy being in charge when you let one of them service you?"
"Oh, hell yeah," agreed Amber. "I mean, guys can be so pushy, so demanding, without really coming through for you, so when I get to turn the tables and play Queen Cunt with Gwen, it really makes it hot."
"Oh, jeez, please stop," bitched Brittany, even while her mind completely recognized what the girls were saying about guys expecting and demanding so much while giving back so little in return. Heck, it wasn't like her boyfriend was providing for her or even letting her drive his Porsche for that matter... never mind his poor to nonexistent cunnilingus skills.
"I'm just saying girls can eat some pussy," Amber said, actually wondering what an out and out dyke like Cameron could do with that big mouth of hers.
"Shut the fuck up," Brittany repeated, this time glaring at her.
"She's right," Cameron said from right behind Brittany. The blonde hottie spun around and saw the beefy dyke standing there with her arms crossed, a smug smirk across her face. With Brittany seated on the bench, the big girl looked even more imposing than usual.
"What?" Brittany shifted her fiery anger at the butch.
"Amber is right," she repeated, one of the few girls not at all fazed to stand up to the rich bitch cheerleader. "Girls eat pussy way better than guys."
"Fuck off," Brittany snapped. Her glare would have made ninety-nine-point-nine percent of people turn and run... that zero-point-one percent was Cameron.
"We actually do that better than guys too," Cameron said, confidence oozing from her. She had stood up to bullies her whole life, and now, as an adult, she also got them to lay down for her to fuck them. There was something so delicious about making a straight, pretty rich girl beg to eat her pussy and scream when she fucked her with one of her strap-ons, and so satisfying when a woman who said she would never be with her texted and begged to see her again. She already imagined sitting on Brittany's face, having her on all fours and hammering her pussy, and hearing her scream as she gave the snotty princess the orgasms no man could.
"Do what better?" Brittany asked, shocked that this ugly bitch was still here.
"Fuck. We fuck way better than boys," Cameron bluntly said.
"Well, I fuck a man," Brittany said, standing up, about to go face to face with this bitch, butch or not.
"Men are all still just boys," Cameron said with a smug smile, waiting for the blonde bombshell to advance. Fuck she was pretty, although not so much with that scrunched-up, angry face.
"You do not want to fuck with me," Brittany threatened, now standing right in front of the pitiful dyke with her mannish clothes and short, spiky haircut
"Fuck with you? Nah, I'd rather just fuck you," the butch countered. "You would never be the same again." Then she smiled and winked at one of Brittany's posse, Janice, the mayor's daughter, who she had turned three weeks before. She was tempted to ask the pretty prepster to vouch for her skills, but she wasn't one to out a closeted person maliciously. However, she also wasn't above holding back her bewitching pussy from someone who wouldn't stand up and admit her own truth, and Janice had definitely been sniffing around for another turn.
Brittany had been momentarily speechless at the nasty butch's outrageous words, but when she saw the spiky-haired bitch teasing one of her friends, she found her tongue.
"I knew it," she sneered. "I knew this was all just a bad April Fool's prank, because you're such a clown everything you do is a joke - a really bad joke."
Cameron's eyes snapped back to the blonde, blazing almost as much as the queen bitch cheerleader's. But then she smiled wryly and said, "The only bad joke around here is the sad sex you're putting up with in order to ride around in a Porsche. But like I said, take a ride with me and I'll definitely show you what you've been missing." The lesbian was only 18 but well beyond her years in reading people and she saw the slight waver in the beautiful girl's rigid stance as she took in her proposition. Yes, indeed, the seeds had been planted to make this privileged, blonde, stuck-up bitch her pet.
"You fucking bitch, I'm going to...." Brittany began, but Cameron cut her off mid-sentence.
"You'll never be the same again," she repeated, then blew a small kiss at the girl before turning and walking away, knowing when to leave.
