She was the head cheerleader. I was the guy she didn’t know existed. It’s not like I was ugly or anti-social, I just didn’t want anything to do with the herd of preppy douchebags she hung out with. They all looked the same, spent more on their clothing than on their tuition and everything they said got on my nerves, but despite all that, the thing that I hated the most was that they reminded me a lot of the person I was, back in high school.
However, my plan to avoid them became impossible when a few guys from my Russian 103 class dragged me to a party, early on in the school year. My stomach started flipping when I saw the enormous frat house, with the flashing lights in the windows and the lawn that had been thoroughly drenched in cheap beer and piss, but I followed them inside anyway, only to lose track of them a few minutes later.
“Well, fuck,” I said to myself, now alone at a party that I hadn’t wanted to come to in the first place. I decided to make the best of it though, and grabbed a beer before sitting in the first available seat I could find.
“OMG, what are you doing here!” said Emma, jumping onto the filthy couch.
“I was kindof forced to come. A few guys I know dragged me here.”
“And they left you alone? Ugh, you need to stop hanging out with those geeks.”
“But, I’m a geek.”
“Oh, please. You were never a geek. Now, shut up and follow me. All the cool people are in the basement.”
She started dragging me with her, almost pulling my arm out of its socket as she did. I tried to not bump into anyone or spill my beer as I was yanked along, but there were people crammed into every nook and cranny. Emma had to barge through a group of eight guys rolling blunts, three girls were sitting at the top of the stairs and one guy, whom I assumed lived there, was chasing his pet white rabbit through the halls.
“Poor thing must have gotten loose. He must be confused as hell.”
Emma and I had gone to high school together, and she was the only person I still talked to from my graduating class. She’d always been freakishly strong, and was just as forceful back then. There was no way I was getting away from her.
“Hey, babe,” a guy said to Emma, as we walked down the stairs. She ignored him at first, but turned around and smacked him across the face when he grabbed her ass.
She told me, “You have to lay down the law or these guys will never leave you alone.”
“What’s up, Emma?” said yet another guy. “How’s it going?”
I thought he was just being nice, but Emma didn’t treat him all that much better than the guy she had smacked.
“Can’t you see I’m here with someone?” She quickly grabbed one of my hands and placed it on her ass, before putting her own on my crotch.
“Whoa, sorry. I was just trying to talk to you.”
“Yeah, whatever. I have a boyfriend, so you can go now.”
As her hand tightened around my wrist, my grip tightened on her ass. I started massaging her while I smiled at this confused partygoer and told him, “Yup, I’m totally her boyfriend.”
“Sorry, man. I’ll go now.” And then he did just that. Emma smiled in satisfaction before removing my eager hand from her ass cheek, but I felt just a second of hesitation before she pulled her hand away from the tent in my pants.
She blushed a little and said, “I think you were trying a little too hard to sell it.”
“I had to make it look real, didn't I?”
“Emma, who the fuck is this?” said a shrill voice that cut right through the crappy pop music.
"Alex is a friend of mine, Amanda, and he can be here if he wants to. The party isn’t just for you.”
“Well, can you at least invite cool people next time, instead of some loser who’ll just hit on me and drink all the booze?”
“Why would you assume he wants to hit on you? Not everyone thinks you’re a fucking goddess.”
“Oh, please. You’re just jealous.”
“Jealous! I’m not… You…” Emma stormed off, unable to even form words. Hopefully, you can now see why I’d never spoken two words to Amanda before now. She may have been beautiful, and she was wearing a miniskirt so short that every guy at the party was drooling, but she had the social skills of an elephant on a cocaine-fueled rampage.
“What are you looking at? You’re never going to score with me.”
I didn’t even know how to respond to someone so self-centered.
“Why are you still looking at me? Go and hang with Emma, the dumb slut.”
That was when I got mad. I didn’t care if she insulted me, but she crossed the line when she insulted my friend.
“Emma was right, I don’t want to fuck you. I don’t know why any guy would. Your legs are too skinny, your eyes are too far apart and you wear more makeup than a porn star moonlighting as a clown. Go to hell you sad, plastic bitch.”
I walked away just as her jaw dropped to the floor.
Emma was outside, puffing on a cigarette. She claimed to not be a smoker, but tobacco always seemed to magically appear when she was stressed.
“You ok?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“You wanna get out of here?
“No, I can’t. I have to see that bitch every day at cheer practice. There’s no point in trying to avoid her.”
“That doesn’t mean we have to stay at this party.”
“I know, but we’re staying because you need to make some friends.”
“I’m really not-”
“Shut up, Alex.”
She dragged me back inside, put another drink in my hand and sat me down next the first single brunette she could find.
“Good luck, tiger,” Emma whispered in my ear before running off.
I talked to that girl for a while, but I still can’t seem to remember her name, or really much about her. However, I do remember seeing Amanda walk past us eight times. Then she stood nearby, talking to Annie, who practically worshipped Amanda at the time. Then she stood right behind… damn, I still can’t remember that girl's name. She stood right behind the cute brunette, loudly conversing with her boyfriend, Matt, and some of his friends.
“Yeah, he fucks me really good. I can’t get enough of his cock.”
I had to suffer through about ten solid minutes of that before they wandered off, but, later on, I saw Amanda yet again, only this time, she was sitting alone. Well, as alone as a cheerleader at a college party ever was. Guys were throwing themselves at her left and right, but she didn’t seem interested in any of them.
Finally, I excused myself from the brunette girl and went over to find out what was up with Amanda.
“Is there a reason you’ve been hanging close to me all night?”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she told me, pretentious as ever.
“Tell me what you want from me. I don’t get why you’re still around.”
“I don’t want anything from you, creep.”
“Look, I don’t know what your problem is, but do me a favor and stay away from me. I meant what I said earlier.”
I put as much emphasis as I could into that last sentence, even though it was an absolute lie. In truth, Amanda had the face and body of a goddess, but I wasn’t going to tell her that.
As I walked out the exit, I heard a pair of high heels chasing after me. “You’re the one with the problem. You keep acting like you don’t want me, but we both know that you do.”
That’s when the pieces clicked into place, and I realized why she was so focused on me. No one had ever turned her down so adamantly before, and it was driving her insane.
I walked up to her, with a big smile on my face. “You just can’t take the thought of someone not finding you attractive, can you?”
Amanda went silent as I came close. The anger and frustration melted from her face, and was replaced by… something else. I was within inches of her face when I saw her eyes running down my body and her legs quiver for just a moment.
I almost started laughing. I had turned her on just by telling her I didn’t want to fuck her. If only every girl was that easy.
“Come on.” That was all I said to her as I started walking around the corner of the house, and she followed without question. I had the head cheerleader on a leash.
She stood against the wall and I leaned in close, whispering in her ear, “Tell me what you want.”
Goose bumps covered her skin as she felt my warm breath on her cheek, but I still didn’t touch her. I was waiting.
“Tell me what you want.”
“I want…” she started, but couldn’t finish.
I wanted more than anything to just ravage her, but I held back, placing only a single finger on the inside of her thigh and running it up to the very edge of her skirt. I stopped there, but she gently pulled my hand until all five of my fingers were there, between her legs.
As I exhaled again, goose bumps completely covered her neck, and I felt her wetness start to drip down onto my fingers. I felt her legs widen and her hips push out, almost as if she was trying to pull me between her thighs. However, I still refused to give in to her, and instead I once again leaned into her ear and whispered, “Tell me what you want.”
This time there was no hesitation; no second guessing. She knew exactly what she wanted and she told me in only two words.
“Fuck me.”
She pulled me close to her and I kissed her deeply. We could hear people wandering out of the house as the party started to end, but we didn’t care.
A look of deep satisfaction crossed her face as the hand that had been teasing her thighs was finally plunged into her panties. I waited there a moment, teasing the edges of her pussy lips with my fingers; feeling proud of how wet I had made her.
“Just put them inside me,” she said, loudly. I would have worried about someone hearing us, but the music in the house was still blaring.
Amanda gasped and her whole body shuddered as two of my fingers found their way inside. She was even wetter than I had thought, and her juices completely soaked my hand. As she continued kissing me and running her hands across my back, she moved her hips in rhythm with my fingers, forcing them even further into her dripping hole.
“Amanda!”
My heart almost stopped, and she instantly pulled her lips from mine.
“Amanda, where are you?”
“Do you think she’s still inside?”
“No, I saw her come out here.”
We realized that it was her boyfriend and his friends, who were now looking for her.
“Where is she?”
I was completely frozen, terrified that anyone would find us in this position, but it turned her on even more. I tried to pull out, but she plunged me back inside of her, saying, “Please, don’t.”
I finger fucked her faster than before, wishing that it was my cock that I was plunging inside of her. However, Amanda still loved the way my fingers filled her cunt, and only seemed to get more turned on as her boyfriend kept searching.
“Maybe she went home. Let’s go.”
“Oh, fuck!” she screamed, as we heard them drive away. She finally climaxed, drenching my fingers even further, and as she leaned back into the wall, smiling and satisfied, she kissed me yet again.
“Now, I know what you want,” I told her.
“Now, I know that you want me,” she replied. “I thought my legs were too skinny for you?”
“Maybe a little, but that makes it easier to do this.” In one motion, I pulled down her panties and dropped them to the ground. She looked at me, shocked, but was happy when I took the opportunity to spend just a little more time fondling her.
“You really think I’m going to let you keep those?”
“I’m giving them back the next time we meet, so I guess you’ll have to make sure that that happens soon.”
She stepped out of her underwear and I put them in my pocket, and after that, we spent a few more minutes kissing. I slid my hands under her shirt and she rubbed my chest, tracing every muscle with her fingers, before we finally separated.
“I’ll see you later.”
We walked back to the front of the house as drunks began to pour out the front door.
“Bitch, I’ve been looking for you!” said Emma, now intoxicated, as well as angry. “Amanda, I’m not taking your shit anymore!”
“Fuck you, slut. Nobody likes you!”
“No, nobody likes you!”
I didn’t have any interest in watching any more fighting, so I grabbed Emma, hoisted her over my shoulder and carried her off in a fireman’s lift. My night had been too amazing to have it ruined by stupid cheerleader in-fighting.
“Where are you taking me?”
“Home. You need to sleep.”
“Fine, I guess I’ll… wait, why is my ass wet?”
I realized that Amanda’s juices were still on my hand, and were now running down Emma’s legs. I quickly dropped her and wiped them on my pants.
“It’s nothing.”
“No, it’s not.” She came up and sniffed my face, getting uncomfortably close. “You smell like perfume and pussy. You totally hooked up with Carrie.”
Carrie! That’s her name! I knew I’d remember it… Anyway, back to the story.
“No, I didn’t hook up with her.”
“Well, you had your fingers in somebody’s cunt. Wait, it wasn’t mine, was it?”
“No, of course not.”
“Oh, good. So, who was it?”
“Can we at least go home before you start interrogating me?”
“Sure, but I’m crashing at your place. I need to hear every detail.”
We started walking back to my apartment, and she kept asking me questions the entire way.
“Was it Annie? I know she thinks you're cute.”
“No… Wait, she does?”
