Cheer Captain 1

I slammed my locker shut, my eyes never leaving Lucy. God, how I hated her. She acted like she was this sweet little angel, batting her long eyelashes and twirling her blonde hair around her finger, but I could see right through it. She knew just how to play the pure, innocent, goody two shoes that our coach just adored, and she did it well.

The locker room was empty except for us; everybody else had left almost an hour ago. Even Coach was gone. We sat in those nasty chairs in his office, still sweaty, as he rambled on and on about how both Lucy and I were amazing stunters and wonderful leaders and bla bla bla. On and on and on he went. Until he finally told us. Lucy was senior captain.

She was sitting on the bench now, taking off her shoes, still in uniform. The navy blue and white suited her; her eyes shone brighter and her tan skin looked warm and sun kissed. She truly was the picture perfect high school cheerleader. Blonde haired, blue eyed, 5'6 - so she was tall but still short enough to be cute, perfect c-cup tits, and with a rich daddy who gave her diamonds for her 18th birthday. Meanwhile, I got a hand me down sweater for mine. I never could compare to her looks. My black hair was just barely long enough to put into a decent ponytail, and my pale skin looks bright orange in any kind of spray tan. My boobs were too big for cheer, which the other girls would always remind me of. But I was good. It may sound cocky or arrogant, but I was easily the best girl on the team. Nobody could tumble like me, and I was the only one who could hyperextend my splits. My stunts were clean, precise, and consistent. But no matter how good I was, I would never be picture perfect Lucy.

Anger swelled in my gut. It wasn't fair. I worked so hard, but she got everything. I could deal with all the boys asking her to prom, and all the girls wanting to be her friend, but this was too much. I deserved to be captain. But no, she got everything she wanted yet again.

I slammed my fist into the locker. "You and I both know that I deserved to be captain." My voice was cold, loud, and angry.

Lucy jumped, startled by the noise. Her blue eyes were wide with surprise, but she replied calmly, in that saccharine tone of hers, "Coach knows better than both of us what the team needs in a captain. I'm sorry that his vision doesn't align with yours, Veronica."

I rolled my eyes. "That's bull and you know it. The only reason I'm not captain is because I'm not the cookie cutter girl next door like you."

Lucy stood up, crossing her arms across her perfect chest and cocked her head so that her ponytail gave a little bounce. "You're not captain because I'm better than you. Plain and simple. Now grow up and stop being such a whiny loser"

The anger in my stomach began to boil, "The only thing you're better at than me is kissing ass. I take you on the mat any day. So stop pretending you have any talent or skill, because we all know that everything you have is because your daddy bought it for you."

She started walking up to me, "Oh, I'm sorry that my dad actually came back when he said he needed to get milk, but your family issues aren't an excuse for your bitchy attitude and sloppy stunting. All you ever do is complain! Maybe if you shut up for a second, you'd have time to practice and then you wouldn't suck so much!"

I couldn't take it anymore. Her face was smug, an eyebrow raised and lips pursed, just waiting for a response that she could shoot down. So I didn't say anything, I just shoved her instead.

She stumbled back a but, quickly regaining her balance and taking a step to me again. "You wanna try that again, bitch? I fucking dare you"

I never could resist a dare, so I pushed her again, harder this time. She was prepared this time though, and didn't even take a step back. Instead, she slammed me against the locker, her body mere inches from mine, and her hand wrapped around my neck. "I warned you"

Her breath was warm and gentle against my face, and her blue eyes were piercing. She was breathing heavily, but so was I, and I could feel my heart beating faster and faster. My brain raced, scrambling for something to say, "What are you gonna do, beat me up?" My voice was quieter than I meant it to be, a little bit shaky as well. Her eyes darted down to my lips and back up to my eyes, "No I don't think so" Her voice was soft and breathy, even quieter than mine. She paused for a second, staring at my lips again.

She was fucking gorgeous, even more so up close. Her eyes were ferocious, and had a fire in them I'd never noticed before. Her lips were plump and naturally pink, and trembling a little. I could tell then that Lucy didn't get whatever she wanted because people just gave it to her, she got whatever she wanted because she wasn't afraid to take it herself. And right now, I think she wanted me.

She kissed me, her hand still wrapped around my throat. Her lips were soft and tasted like peaches, but she kissed with a passion I hadn't felt in a long time. I could feel the fire on her lips, the hate on her tongue, as I kissed her back. Our tongues were darting in and out of eachothers mouths, dancing almost. I slid my hands, which were at first just hanging limply at my sides, up around her back, pulling her closer. As we continued to kiss, I dipped them lower, until they were both resting on her ass. I grabbed it and began to massage it in my hands. I've always admired her ass; it was round and perfect, bouncing around in that little skirt of hers. She let out a soft moan into my mouth as I groped her.

Her grasp on my throat remained firm, but her other hand began to move along my body. It slid down my torso and up my skirt. She yanked down the little shorts I had on underneath and slipped her hand into my panties.

I gasped at the coolness of her fingers against my hot, wet, slit. She continued to kiss me and even pressed down on my throat a bit as she began to rub me down there. She was slow at first, but when she found my clit she began to rub faster and faster, her fingers going in circles.

"Oh fuck, Lucy" I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut. My leg started to bounce uncontrollably. She rubbed me even faster, and squeezed my throat even tighter. I could feel a pressure building up in my pussy, a warmth spreading over my body. It continued to build, like a dam filling up with water, and just when I thought I was ready to burst she stopped, pulling her hand out from under my skirt and bringing it up to my lips. She placed her fingers in my mouth and I licked them clean, the tangy taste of my pussy on my lips.

"You like that, huh?" Lucy smiled at me and released my throat. I nodded, and used my new found freedom to slip my uniform top over my head, along with my bra, so that I was standing with my tits out. Lucy did the same, and I immediately attached my mouth to one of her perfect pink nipples.

I began to suck at it, flicking it with my tongue. It very quickly became stiff and erect in my mouth. With my hand, I grabbed her other breast and began to massage it, rolling her nipple between my fingers, pinching it gently. Lucy gasped and began to moan as I continued to lick. She grabbed me by the hips and guided me down, so that she could sit on the bench and I was on my knees in front of her, mouth still attached to her breast.

Slowly, I began to move my mouth lower, leaving a trail of kisses down her stomach. Occasionally, I paused to bite her skin, leaving a small hickey. Finally, I made it the waistband of her skirt. I yanked it off of her, pulling her shorts and panties down along with it. Now she sat completely naked on the bench, her arms behind her and her shining face looking down at me. I took a second to admire her. I had seen her naked before; we did change in the locker room in front of one another plenty of times. But those were only glances, and it was nothing like this. Her body was chiseled from years of training, but her skin was still so soft and delicate under my hands. Her breasts heaved up and down with her breath, her pretty pink nipples standing tall. Her legs were long and lean, but I could see the power of the muscle underneath. And where her thighs met was the most gorgeous pussy I had ever seen. It was clean shaven, a dark pink, and sopping wet.

I spread her legs even wider, pushing them apart at the knees, and leaned in. I grabbed on to her hips for support and began to eat her out. First I kissed on the outside of her lips, teasing her, letting the anticipation build. Finally, I began to lick her slit, pushing her lips apart with my tongue. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue, which drove her wild. Then, I pursed my lips around it and began to suck. She moaned loudly, throwing her head back and digging her hands into my hair. I began to flick at it with my tongue, her juices dripping down my chin. Her thighs slammed shut against my head and she began to buck her lips, moaning my name. "Don't stop, Veronica, don't you dare stop."

I pushed her legs apart again, so that I could pull one of my hands up to her pussy. I continued to lick her clit as I teased her entrance with my fingers. I dipped in one, then two. I began to fuck her with my fingers, curling them inside of her. Once I found her g-spot, I began to go faster and faster. Her pussy was tight and dripping wet, and I could feel the tension building inside of her.

She began to moan louder, and her thighs were shaking. I could tell she was struggling to keep herself from crushing my head between her thighs again. Her hips began to buck, "Oh fuck, I'm going to cum! Fuck!" Then, a shudder ran through her body. She was orgasming. Her hips were bucking wildly, and her pussy was contracting around my fingers. I continued to fuck her through her climax, slowing my fingers to the rhythm of her body, riding it out.

As it winded down, I pulled my head up and my fingers out, smiling at Lucy. She was gasping for air, an expression of pure bliss on her face. She opened her eyes and grinned at me, before leaning forward to kiss me again.

I knew she could taste herself on my lips, but she either didn't care or enjoyed it. Her tongue darted alongside the inside of my lower lip and her hands reached down to my ass, pulling me up so that I was sitting on her lap. I buried my fingers in her hair as we continued to make out.

My pussy was still throbbing, desperate for the orgasm that Lucy denied me of. She wouldn't be able to get away with that. I pulled back from our kiss, and stood up, one leg on the bench next to her. My pussy was right in front of her face. "My turn" Lucy didn't bother to reply, jumping right in. I placed my hand on the lockers behind me to steady myself, moaning in pleasure. Her tongue was swirling around my pussy, along my lips, flicking my clit, and occasionally dipping inside me. The variation was driving me nuts; every time I started to enjoy something, to feel the pressure build, she moved her tongue somewhere else.

Finally, when she decided I'd had enough, Lucy pressed her lips to my clit and began to focus all her energy there. She swirled her tongue in circles around it, sucking in the meantime. One of her hands was rubbing my thigh, the other grabbing my ass. I started to feel that pressure build, and this time, Lucy didn't move. "Fuck, fuck fucckfuckfuckfuck FUCK" I moaned, as she went faster and faster. One of my hands was still supporting me, but the other I used to rub one of my breasts vigorously. Squishing the soft flesh in my hand and twisting my nipple between my fingers. I felt my pussy tighten and explode with pleasure, my hips bucking forward. Lucy pulled back for a second, jolted by my sudden movement, but quickly pressed her lips back into me, licking my juices as they spilled out of me. She rode out my orgasm, and continued to flick at me with her tongue even when it was over. My clit was so sensitive after cumming, that every touch of her tongue sent jolts up my spine and caused my leg to jump up in the air.

After she thought I had enough, she pulled back and looked back up at me. Her hands ran up my body, stroking my skin. She cupped my breasts in her hands, squishing them gently before standing up and gently kissing me. I could taste myself on her lips, evidence of the amazing orgasm she just gave me.

She pulled away quickly, leaving me lingering. I was still in a haze from my climax, so it took me a second to open my eyes. When I did, she was on the other side of the bench, pulling a t-shirt over her head. She turned to meet my gaze. "You're better at fucking than you are at cheer." Her tone was cold, but I could see the smile on her face.

I laughed, and bent over to grab my jeans from my bag. "I'm still better than you at both."

I still hated her, somewhat. She still took what I deserved. But as I watched her adjust her ponytail in the mirror and apply her lipstick, I didn't care that much. Because she may get everything she wants, but I got to have her. And I knew that I would get to have her again.