It was a rainy Friday in mid-September and Allison Gardner was bored. Naturally she was excited to start her senior year at Warwick Central High. As far as she was concerned, she couldn't wait to graduate. She figured she'd stick around for another year or so and attend classes at the local community college with her best friend, Sara, before moving on to some out of state university. Instead, she'd been sick with the flu for the last three days and was stuck at home with the TV as her sole companion.
On Tuesday, Allison started feeling a bit "under the weather" shortly after her second hour Geometry class. As she dragged her feet to her next class, Allison figured she was simply experiencing a case of senioritis. She'd been walking through these same halls from one class to another for the past three years, so it made sense that she was feeling burnt out. But as the day wore on, the feeling intensified and followed a predictable pattern of flu symptoms ranging from body aches and chills to vomiting. By Wednesday morning, Allison's parents decided to let her stay home the rest of the week.
Today was boring, that was for sure; a dreary, chilly, and rainy day. Thankfully, Allison was feeling much better. She finally regained her apatite last night and her fever broke. Her parents left early this morning to attend her dad's 30th class reunion in Hinsdale and they planned to be gone the entire weekend. Allison sat up in bed now, propped up against the pillows listening to the gusting wind and rain pattering against her bedroom window. After a few minutes, she slid out of bed and headed to the bathroom for a much needed shower.
Allison wasn't very hungry, so she decided to skip breakfast and watch some TV. Not much was on during the weekday mornings except for the usual educational shows on PBS. For now, the lovely 18 year old senior sat bundled up on the sofa and watched "All About You," a show about human biology with a trippy circus themed opening. She fussed with her thick mop top of golden brown natural curls while the show's (somewhat butch) host, Louise McNamara, ironically droned on about different eye and hair colors.
Allison got up and switched off the TV. "I'm so bored, but I don't want to do any homework yet." She muttered. She returned to the sofa and started to sit back down. "I'll just die if something exciting doesn't happen soon!"
Almost as soon as she spoke, there was a knock at the front door. The girl went to answer it, and there stood her best friend, Sara Symes, with her book bag slung over her shoulder and Allison's heart skipped a beat. Since the third grade, Allison and Sara have been inseparable and over time, the two best friends became much more than that.
It was a closely guarded secret. Since the end of their sophomore year, Allison Gardner and Sara Symes had been lovers. The girls realized they were courting disaster any time it looked like they were spending too much time together. They made up for this by slipping notes to each other during lunch to read later (often during class). Other times one or the other girl arranged for a sleepover. But they always had to wait until they were sure they were truly alone before stealing a kiss or copping a feel. It was a shame because they were afraid of "going all the way" for fear of being caught. Sara was the stronger one. She assured Allison that after graduation they could get an apartment together and do what they wanted. But for now, the girls simply played the waiting game.
Allison told Sara to come inside. "Hey, what are you doing here, it's only eleven!" Sara followed her friend to the kitchen. As soon as the girl took her jacket off, Allison felt a sudden wave of shrill sensation and her eyelids fluttered. "Wow, you look great..."
"Aw, come on, are you nuts?"
As far as Allison was concerned, Sara Symes was the prettiest girl in the entire school. Both girls were slim and petite, but Sara was stacked! She had perky full breasts and a waterfall of glossy stick-straight dark hair that went well with her impish grin.
"Figured I'd just skip the rest of the day," Sara said. "I came by to see how you were doing, oh—and to bring you this." She reached inside her book bag and handed her friend a small bundle wrapped in a plastic shopping bag. The girls went over to the kitchen table and Sara set her things down. "I ran into Miss Davis before school started and she asked me to drop this off. Guess she didn't want to wait for you to come in on Monday."
Allison took the bundle from her friend and opened it. Inside was a brand new cheerleading uniform identical to the one Sara was wearing. Both girls were on the varsity cheerleading squad this year and Sara was the captain. Their coach, Miss Davis, ordered the new uniforms which she intended to distribute at the end of last month before the school year started. But there was a problem with the manufacturer and the uniforms had to be sent back and re-ordered.
The bushy haired senior held the red and white sweater up to get a better look. The Warwick Central Bulldog featured prominently on the front, poised in the traditional fighting stance with her name over the chest.
"I think I ought to try this on," Allison said. "Just to be sure."
"Sounds like someone's feeling a lot better." Sara replied coyly.
The mop haired beauty brushed past her friend and headed for the stairs. "Hey, my parents won't be back 'til Sunday. Got the house all to myself...want to stay over?"
"Sure, mind if I use the phone?"
"Go ahead. When you're finished, come on up."
Allison went upstairs to her bedroom and closed the door before pulling the rest of the uniform out of the bag. There was a short red and white skirt and a pair of thick polyester panties to go underneath. She already had the required saddle shoes and the girls were expected to wear plain white ankle socks.
She quickly got undressed, put the new uniform on, and stood in front of the large mirror over her dresser. The sweater and skirt fit perfectly, emphasizing the cheerleader's slender frame. Bouncy thick spirals of golden brown curls tumbled around the teen's gorgeous face. Her otherwise fair skin betrayed a soft blush of pink in her cheeks and now a conspiratorial grin spread across Allison's lips as she heard her friend's approaching footsteps. She'd taken off her underwear and deliberately neglected to put on the uniform panties. She wondered what Sara would think of that.
"Mom says she's fine with me staying over." Sara said as she pushed her way through the bedroom door. "Figured she would be but I had to check. I don't have a change of clothes with me so I hope you don't mind—" The cheer captain paused mid-sentence when she saw her friend standing there in front of the dresser mirror. "Wow, looks good!"
"You think so?" Allison smirked. "Even when I do this?"
