So, it'd been almost a month since the whole gym incident. I'd like to say that since I put Jessie in her place that she's learned to behave, but not a lot has changed. While she had slightly toned down on insulting me and undermining my authority in front of the squad, she was still pretty awful to everyone. It was so frustrating! I mean I didn't expect us to be besties or girlfriends or anything like that. I mean, I don't even like her, but I was hoping for at the very least mutual respect... and maybe some occasional scissoring sessions. The girl is the worst, but she's also fucking hot. Just thinking about her tasting my pussy again made me want to touch myself regardless of where ever I was, even in calculus class. I would have given up anything to slide my clit against hers again. Unfortunately, aside from my randomly catching her intense stares/glares, she hadn't given any indication that that late gym night even happened, and we hadn't really gotten a chance to talk. Between practicing for Nationals; studying my buns off to make sure my grades stay high enough to participate in cheer AND graduate; plus applying for colleges, I'd been too busy for anything else. I swear, I couldn't take any more stress.
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"Thank you so much Principal Jones!"
OMG! Jessie and I just had a meeting with the principal before cheerleading practice, and she informed me of Jessie's subpar grades and what the potential ramifications would be if they were not fixed. Saying that I was freaking out was the understatement of the century. I could barely keep my composure in the meeting, and the worst part was that Jessie was just so blasé about the whole thing. The principal was gracious enough to offer make-up packets to complete to replace her flunking grades. After we left the office, I looked for an empty classroom to try to have a civil conversation with her to see if maybe she would listen to me. I dragged her inside the chemistry lab, and it took everything in me not to explode.
"Seriously Jessie? 3 'Cs' and a 'D-'," I exclaimed.
"Ugh, it's not that big of a deal you know. If I have to, I'll just hire that brainy loser that's always hanging out alone in the library to do the work for me. It's what the QB does for his assignments. Besides who the hell are you screaming at? What's got your granny panties in a wad," Jessie retorted.
"Jessie, do you not see how horrible this is?! If you fail, you get dropped from the team, and honestly, you're the best we've got so please, I really, really need you to do better."
"Is this you begging? I gotta say I like it better when you're the one making me beg. It's the only time you aren't completely insufferable," she said as she inched closer, narrowing the gap between us.
"This is not the time for that, this is serious. I'm being serious."
"Ooo, are you getting mad? Because I remember what happened the last time you got mad at me," Jessie quipped as she leaned in more, this time close enough for our breasts to graze each other's.
With her hands at her sides and her eyes locked in on mine, she reached for the hem of my skirt and slid her hands up my thighs, drawing circles and swirls as she inched up higher until she was just a fingertip away from my triangle. She pressed her 32D breasts into my 33Cs. At her 5'10" to my 5'8", she leaned down to alternate between licking my neck and blowing her cool breath on the trails she left. 'Fuck this was turning me on!' I masturbated every night for the first week after our hot fuck session, but I hadn't been able to touch myself for a whole three weeks, so this was turning me on even more than something like this usually would. My panties were already soaked and I was hoping she would slide a finger in me. Right when I moved my hips closer to hers, she stopped abruptly, stood upright, and headed towards the door.
"We're gonna be late to practice. As co-captains that would be unacceptable," she said factiously, flinging her waist-length dirty blonde hair over her shoulder, as she reached the door. Don't worry about my grades, I'll get the library loner to do my work. Besides, I'm pretty sure she's obsessed with me, I mean who wouldn't be. Convincing her to help me should be easy enough. Don't you worry your pretty little head about anything," she sarcastically added as she left. 'This girl was as frustrating as she was fuckable!'
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It had been about a week since our meeting and I still I hadn't heard any updates from Jessie. I wasn't sure if she had taken anything that was talked about seriously or not. I didn't even know if she got in contact with Lacey, the quiet girl who she so meanly dubbed "Library Loner." I decided it was better to be on the safe side and take matters into my own hands and ask Lacey myself.
After my last class, I went to the library to see if I could find her. She was all the way in the back. You could barely see her over the large stacks of books she had heaped on her desk. She was a sweet girl, quiet and a little awkward, but kind nonetheless. From what I saw of her, she seemed to be very passive and a people pleaser which is how she probably became the homework jockey for about a third of the senior athletes. If it weren't for her personality and style, she could probably rival Jessie in looks. She was petite with long, flowing waves of red hair and alabaster skin, dusted with freckles. She may have worn a lot of baggy and ill-fitting clothes, but I'd seen her in the showers on several occasions for gym class and her curves were captivating. On her 5'7" frame, she had full breasts, that couldn't be any less than double Ds, a slim waist, supple hips, and an ass that just wouldn't quit.
Her breasts looked like they'd be a generous handful and her rose pink nipples seemed to always stand at attention, just begging to be tweaked and sucked. I'd always been polite to her, but never really had a reason to talk to her. After my little foray into intimacy with another girl, it awoke a whole new side of me I didn't know about. After sex with Jessie, I starting noticing all the hotties around me and couldn't help wondering what they would taste like on my tongue and feel like on my fingers. I'd be lying if I said I didn't fantasize about coaxing Lacey out of her shell and showing her all the fun she could have if she would just open up a little.
"It seems our little Loner has finally decided to grow a backbone," Jessie whispered in my ear as she snuck up behind me.
"Jeez, Jessie, you scared the crap out of me. Also, what are you talking about?"
"Lon- Lacey didn't seem particularly fond of the moniker 'Library Loner' when I propositioned her earlier about helping me out. She flat out turned me down. I'm not sure why. I was nicer to her than I am to most people. I even smiled after I told her what she was going to be doing. I mean can you believe it?" she genuinely inquired.
"Wow, I'm shocked she didn't jump at the opportunity," I replied trying my damnedest not to roll my eyes at her incredulousness. "What if I try asking her. Maybe it'll go smoother with a gentler touch."
"Suit yourself. I'm leaving. I've got better things to do than to wait around watching her two goody goodies try to out-polite one another. Just get it done."
'This girl really is just the worst!' I walked over to the large piles of books and introduced myself to Lacey. She stared at me completely stunned, and was a little guarded. I couldn't blame her. She just had an encounter with a mean cheerleader. Seeing me in my uniform towering over her might not have been that comforting. I smiled and took the seat next to her in an attempt to reassure her. She continued to stare at me intently. After a little awkward silence, we engaged in small talk. Thankfully she was a bit more receptive to me. I tried to explain why we needed help with Jessie's work and why it was so crucial.
