"Meet me under the bleachers after practice," said Kerry Donahue.
More accurately, The Slut said that, using a wink and a demeanor never seen in Kerry before. She was still a little sore after last night's deflowering, but her libido had not waivered. The Slut's power was increasing, and it was starting to conquer the majority of Kerry's decisions. Now she had convinced her to flirt with a football player and have some fun with him, a blatant violation of the rules for all cheerleaders.
The lucky recipient of this flirtation was Mickey Morris, the wide receiver. Perhaps the world's most bland athlete, he had no traits to attract girls other than his body. Lucky for him, Kerry wanted a guy with a bigger build today. She'd gotten muscles last night, but now she wanted BIG muscles.
Kerry did her cheers with the other girls, doing her best to keep her eyes on Mickey for whenever he looked over. At the top of the pyramid, she stuck her chest out a little and winked at him again before falling and landing safely in the male cheerleaders' arms. Kerry had never done better work than she was doing that day.
Juniper happened to be running around the track at this point, unbeknownst to Kerry. Her daily workout routine involved six miles around the track, and miscellaneous exercises such as stair sprints, sit-ups, oblique stretches, and her personal favorite, posterior deltoid composition. By the time she was done, cheer practice had ended, and she looked around for Kerry, but saw her nowhere. She decided to just head back to her dorm and prepare for her classes that day.
Coincidentally Juni's route back to her sorority house involved taking a short cut behind the bleachers. She walked on, dabbing the sweat off her forehead with her towel. Suddenly she heard faint noises coming from up ahead, sounds that she originally thought were gasps of fear. But going on to investigate, she discovered that they were gasps of passion coming from her good friend Kerry Donahue, who was having her bare cunt sucked by Mickey Morris.
Her legs spread and her eyes closed, Kerry looked like she was auditioning for porn. If she were, she would have been hired. Needless to say, Juni was very surprised. She simply stood there, frozen, staring at the erotic scene before her. When Kerry finally opened her eyes, seeing a sweaty, red-faced, blushing Juniper before her, all she had in mind was having a second guy with her there. It didn't totally register that Juniper was really there, but just enough to cause a problem.
Kerry hadn't seen Mickey's cock yet, but she was envisioning both his and another of a made up man, one slimmer than he. They both had great muscles, but had very different sets of manhood. The mystery man was a brunette, had a somewhat longer jaw, longer neck, and very long abs protruding from his stomach down to his groin.
When she opened her eyes again, Juni was gone. She wouldn't be seen again for the rest of the day.
"Kerry, you there?" Yanni transmitted, a new and more confident tone accompanying her inner voice.
"Who is this? I'm a little busy," Kerry replied, too occupied to realize that it could really only be one person.
"It's Yanni, I need to see you and Matt right away. What's your schedule like for the rest of the day?" Yanni urged.
"Not much, but I do have Psych today. Listen; can I finish up what I'm doing? This is amazing and I'm trying to enjoy it." Kerry truly meant that; it wasn't just The Slut speaking for her. There now sat a true enjoyment for the art of pleasure.
"Whatever just meet be at the Science Building at 3:00," Yanni pressed.
Very annoyed that someone was still interrupting her fun, she quipped,"Yeah, whatever."
The last time she'd seen Yanni, Kerry was a virgin. Now that things had changed, she had a strong idea of what the conversation would be about. But she was going to be strong and hold her own, and no matter what, she would not give in to-
"Oh god that's fucking great!" she screamed as she experienced another orgasm. In seven minutes she had finished having sex for the second time.
**********
Matt was sitting in his Historical Statistics class when Yanni contacted him. He had fallen asleep in the car with Shelby, and when he woke up, he was already late. Fortunately, the teacher was too. But he sat there looking like a homeless man, bed-head, reeking of sex. The whole time, he had a big smile on his face from the remnants of the euphoria of the night before.
"Mr. Higgins, is there something you deem funny enough to ignore this lecture?" asked Mrs. Frange, the professor.
"No ma'am," he said, wiping the smirk off of his face.
"See that you pay attention more thoroughly," she replied.
As usual, everyone laughed at Matt's general ineptitude. Normally he would withdraw and spend the rest of class sulking and doing his best to pay attention. But today he decided to fight back, although his imagination hadn't expanded yet.
There was forty-five minutes left in the class period, and he was going to take his time accomplishing his goal as discretely as possible. He started with the ringleader bitch of the class, whose name he didn't know. She wasn't the most attractive magnet in the physics lab, but she sure knew how to draw a crowd. There was nothing in particular that she had done yet that day, but it was only a matter of time, so Matt wanted to cut her off at the pass.
The bitch sat four rows behind him, and feeling her out with his juvenile power, he undid her belt over the course of ten minutes, taking great care not to make any sudden movements. It wouldn't be much, but his thoughts were that the bigger they talk the harsher they will be talked about.
The second victim was obviously Mrs. Frange. She did not wear a belt, but she did wear her hair in a tight bun. All he had to do was locate the scissors on her desk.
The third victim was a bit of a surprise. He decided to go for the shyest girl in the whole class, Brianna. It didn't matter to him that she would be embarrassed beyond comprehension, he just wanted to see the little hard body she was hiding under her conservative little outfit. It required just a little more effort, but he was able to splinter her chair and hook her clothes onto it.
Matt turned the lights off and did his best to stay absolutely still while he lifted the scissors and cut Frange's hair. When the lights came back on, she was on the floor, dazed and confused. The bitch from the back stood up and her skirt slipped off, exposing her very revealing thong. With a little effort, he gave Brianna the sensation of a spider crawling across her skin. Naturally, she freaked out and stood up abruptly, ripping her cardigan and her undershirt off of her, leaving only her bra on her chest.
The room turned to uproar of both laughter and gasps. The bitch was struggling to find where her belt had gone, and Brianna had simply disappeared. Frange, still uncertain what exactly had happened, attempted to regain control, only to fail miserably. Matt was laughing to himself when...
"Matt, this is Yanni. I need you to meet me at the Science Building at 3:00. It's very important."
Matt sighed and transmitted,"Yeah, no problem. But I need to be at another class at 4:00, will it take long?"
"I don't think so. If it goes long we'll just have Kerry do her thing." Yanni insinuated her time freezing skill, but it didn't occur to Matt until long after the conversation ended.
"Sounds good, see you then," Matt confirmed.
Matt lost his enjoyment of his situation as soon as he heard Yanni's voice. It's not that he had any problem with her, but the last time he saw her he got very negative vibes coming from her.
**********
Yanni was late. She'd spent the morning learning the ropes for cosmetics. She used a curling iron for the first time, and Mel gave her the rundown on mascara and blush. The old Yanni would never have given in to the American standards of beauty, but the new Yanni had no qualms with objectification.
Luckily for her, Hannah was willing to let her take some of her less revealing clothes after deciding they weren't provocative enough for her. However, by Hannah's standards, the clothes she meant were sluttier than anything Yanni had ever owned. Even so, when she tried them on for the first time, she fell in love with the style. Still, she knew that her body wasn't right for it.
She looked unrecognizable as Kerry arrived. She walked in expecting a frumpy-frizzy stick of a girl, but what she saw was a French model. She sat in a chair with her feet up on the empty table as she read a fashion magazine. Kerry didn't find her body very attractive, but rather the demeanor in which she displayed it. She just stood out of Yanni's line of sight for a few moments, taking in the sexy vibe she got from fifty feet away.
As she stood, Matt entered the building wearing brand new clothes. In the hours since Yanni had contacted him, he went out to buy clothes that didn't make him look like a shut-in. He bought a plain white t-shirt and picked a crisp autumn flannel that he rolled the sleeves up with and left unbuttoned. He bought cheap but good-looking jeans that were just tight enough to accentuate his legs but not so tight to look emo. He styled his hair to look wind-swept, and bought some expensive deodorant for the first time. Looking at himself in the mirror, he thought, "If I were gay and another guy, yes sir."
Kerry stared at Yanni until she saw Matt walk in. Her eyes detached from Yanni and glued to Matt, who walked with a new glide that exuded masculinity and passion for life. She completely forgot about the acne blemishing his pale skin. All she knew was that she wanted to please him yesterday, but today she wanted to fuck him.
"Hey, Kerry, nice cheerleading outfit," he said, trying his best to sound cool.
"Matt, you look nice," she replied, calm on the outside but nervous and horny on the inside.
"Listen, I just want to apologize for yesterday. I totally crossed the line and I just hope you can forgive me," Matt said. He did truly mean to apologize, but he also knew that somewhere down the line, he would have sex with her.
"Oh no, don't worry about it at all," she accepted, "I forgive you completely and we can just move on."
The last of his worries disappeared as soon as he heard that. Then they came back up when he took a look at Yanni, sitting in the cafeteria with a sultry smile on her face and a whole new look. "Well, let's get this thing started. I've got to be in Lewel's class in an hour."
They walked in and sat down at the table with Yanni, who didn't bother looking up. "Hey, Yanni you look amazing," Kerry complimented.
"Don't bother talking out loud," Yanni said.
"Oh, sure," Kerry replied.
"Look like you're doing something, it'll be creepy if you're just staring at me," Yanni ordered.
Matt and Kerry looked at each other in silence, unsure of what to do. Matt stood up and invited Yanni to grab food.
