Author's Note: All persons engaging in any sexual act are at least eighteen years of age or older.
Kevin Mouton wished for the millionth time he'd never been born. The product of a very short father (John Mouton was five foot, one inch tall) and an even shorter mother (Michelle was only four foot five inches) he was predestined to be short. To make matters even worse, Kevin was very slight of build. His mother still bought his clothing in the children's' section.
If his small stature wasn't bad enough, Kevin also blushed horribly whenever he was embarrassed or excited. People loved to embarrass him just to see him blush, then they would laugh at him, and he would blush even more. Kevin was an easy target.
Girls were the worst. Even if he was small, he still liked girls, wanted to have dates with them, wanted them to like him; but none of them would even look twice at him. Except to make fun of him.
Once, he'd worked up the courage to ask Tracy Baxter, the prettiest girl in Baylor Lake High School, to the movies. He could hear her mocking, haughty laughter ringing in his ears, and the laughter of her friends, and that had been two years ago.
Right now, in first period Biology, he was surrounded by the worst of his tormentors, the cheerleaders, especially Tracy. Mrs. New was lecturing on genealogy and every time she would say 'sperm' the girls would giggle, and Kevin would blush.
"Hey, Kevin," Tracy sing-songed and he looked over at her beautiful, smiling face.
She was stunning. Her white cheerleader uniform was molded to her thirty-eight Double D breasts and her very slim waist. The short pleated skirt flared out over her thirty-four inch hips and showed a long expanse of her muscular thighs. Her long blonde hair was done into two ponytails, tied up with white ribbons.
"What?" Kevin croaked.
Her blew eyes flashed merriment and he blushed, but returned her smile.
"Like this, Kevin?" she asked and flipped the hem of her short skirt up.
She wasn't wearing any panties! He was looking at her blonde curls and her pink slit. The cheerleaders burst into peals of mocking laughter as he gawked, open-mouthed, heavy blush on full display. Tracy smirked and flipped the hem of her skirt back down.
"Kevin, going to the game tonight?" Tracy asked after the bell had rung and they bustled to make it to second period classes.
"Um, no, no," Kevin blushed and stammered.
"Aw, Kevin, why not?" she asked, pouting in disappointment.
"Um, I don't got a way to get there," he stammered and blushed more furiously.
"Oh, that's no problem," she said brightly. "I'll come pick you up."
He found an inner strength he didn't know he had; his face darkened and he glared at the pretty blonde. Her friends stood around, tittering at his obvious discomfort.
"Leave me alone, Tracy, I having done anything to you," he spat.
"Would you like to?" she asked, her face millimeters from his. He could smell her sugar-free gum and her perfume, a light musk based scent.
""Leave me alone!" he demanded and shoved his way through the laughing throng.
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Obviously, Tracy Baxter wasn't through with him yet. She, Megan, Vanessa and Cynthia cornered him by his locker as he was putting his Calculus book away and grabbing his lunch after fifth period classes were over.
"That was rude, walking away when I was talking to you," she chided him.
"Well, I was through talking to you," he said, again finding that inner strength.
"Aw, Kevin!" Tracy pouted. "Don't you like me?"
"Yes," he admitted. "I like you a whole lot, and that's why this really hurts."
She was surprised; she'd expected him to deny his obvious attraction to her, thus giving her more ammunition to torment him with.
"Why can't you just leave me the fuck alone?" he screamed at them and shoved past them and raced for the cafeteria.
He found an empty table to sit at; the eighteen year old had very few he could even call acquaintances, much less friends. The four cheerleaders found a table directly across from him and all four smiled sweetly at him.
In unison, they spread their legs wide and he was looking at four pussies. Tracy's blonde curls were the prettiest in his opinion, but Cynthia's bald mound and wet pinkness looked very good to him too. Megan shaved her brown bush into a thin landing strip and had he not been so shocked, he would have smirked Megan's hair was blonde, not brunette, but her little strip gave proof that the color was out of a bottle. Vanessa let her black curls grow naturally, but even the thick profusion did not cover her pink lips. Kevin was a little surprised at the color of her pussy, even though he'd never thought of what color an African-American's vagina would be. But it was pink, just like Megan's, and Cynthia's, and Tracy's.
He set his face into a scowl and turned his back on the giggling girls.
"Oh, no he didn't!" Vanessa spat out, surprised at Kevin's reaction.
The afternoon classes were cut short for the Pep Rally. The one hundred and eighty seven students of Baylor Lake High School crammed into the hot gymnasium to cheer for their football team. The cheerleaders and football players did most of the cheering; the majority of the students regarded the football team as a waste of time. In four years, the four years that Coach Baxter had been at the helm, they'd won three games.
Listlessly, half-heartedly, the students cheered and chanted along with the enthusiastic faculty. Coach Baxter gave a speech meant to inspire students and players alike, and then the school day was over.
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Kevin tensed up; Tracy was waiting for him by his locker. Her companions were nowhere in sight, a fact that did little to ease his discomfort.
"Kevin," she whispered, running a fingernail from his throat down to his belt buckle. "If I come pick you up, will you come to the football game with me tonight? I'd really really like it if you'd be there."
She pressed her lips to his for a light, quick little kiss. Kevin knew it was just a big joke, that Tracy was just playing a cruel, sick joke on him, but the moment the five foot six inch girl put her pouting lips to his, that was the moment God smiled down on Kevin and took pity on his pathetic little life.
"Um, okay," he agreed, despite the warning bells going off in his head.
"Oh, goody!" she said and kissed him again. "I'll pick you up at six, okay?"
He watched her short skirt swish back and forth as she strolled away. With a final shake of her rear end, she exited the hall and was gone. Kevin snapped out of his reverie and hurried to catch his bus home.
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His mother and father were proud of him for getting a date with the attractive cheerleader and his father and he picked out an outfit for that night while his father gave him pointless and useless tips on what to do on a date.
He almost screamed in nervous excitement when the doorbell chimed. Before he could race to the door, his mother was answering it.
The blonde girl towered over his parents, but she was polite and friendly.
"Um, after the game, we usually go out to Megan's, she's got a cabin on the lake, is that all right?" Tracy asked his parents.
"Yeah, sure, just bring him home safe and sound," John smiled.
Kevin again fought the urge to scream when she grabbed his hand and held it as they left the house. She popped the lock on the passenger door with her keyless remote and jumped into the driver's side of the corvette.
"I'm so glad you changed your mind and came with me," she said and wetly kissed him before jamming on the accelerator and leaving a wide swath of rubber in front of his home.
She drove the powerful car fast and hard and within moments they were pulling up in front of the field that the Baylor Lake Bandits called home. She bypassed the few students that milled about at the ticket booth and pulled Kevin through the Players' gate.
Quite a few of the students and faculty looked on in mild interest as the pretty cheerleader pushed Kevin onto the cheerleaders' bench.
"I've got to go warm up the crowd with the other girls, okay?" she said. "Save me a spot, okay?"
The North side Defenders soundly thrashed the Bandits, but that did not dampen the spirits of the six cheerleaders as they excitedly chattered about going to Megan's cabin.
"Come on!" Tracy happily shrieked as she grabbed Kevin's hand and pulled him behind her and ran for her car.
""Daddy's not home; he's back at the stadium with those pathetic jerk-offs we call a football team," Tracy said as she screeched to a halt in front of her house.
"Um, what're we doing here?" Kevin nervously asked.
"I've got to get out of this uniform; I'm all hot and sweaty," Tracy said as she led him through the darkened house.
"What about, um, where's your Mom?" Kevin stammered and blushed.
"Died last year," Tracy said bitterly. "Blew her itty bitty fucking brains out."
"Oh, God, Tracy!" Kevin gasped. "Tracy, I'm so sorry! I forgot all about that!"
"Yeah?" she spat bitterly. "Well, don't worry about it. It ain't like you're the one that put the fucking gun in her mouth and pulled the God damned trigger, now is it?"
She roughly shoved him onto her bed and pulled the cheerleader sweater off in front of his stunned, disbelieving eyes. She unsnapped the industrial strength bra and her large globes fell out. She sighed with some relief and smiled at him.
"You like?" she asked playfully as she cupped each breast and waggled them at him.
"Yes," he tried to say, but his mouth just opened and closed, no sound coming out.
"I like them stroked and rubbed, not pawed and grabbed, like this," she whispered as she brought his sweating, shaking hands to each breast. "Yeah, like that."
She jammed her tongue into his mouth and pushed him onto his back and straddled him.
"Kevin, you naughty boy!" she gasped and giggled as his hand had a mind of its own and traveled down her flat abdomen to the waistband of her skirt.
"Sorry!" he gasped and jerked his hand away from her hot flesh.
"Kevin, Kevin," she moaned, rubbing her hands over his scrawny chest. "You want to fuck?"
"No," he said forcefully, surprising her.
