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Subject: {ASSM} Reason Until After (pt.3) by Rachael Ross (fff/m, teen, romance, reluctant, oral, cd, cheerleaders, angst)
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Reason Until After
copyright 2008 Rachael Ross for BFG Productions in association with
Severe Discipline LTD rache696@yahoo.com	http://www.asstr-mirror.org/files/Authors/rache/www/index.htm
This story has been partitioned into five installments for ease of
posting and you really should read them in sequence. Please see Part
One for story codes and synopsis. Thanks - rr  Manila 053108

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Reason Until After
by
rache

Part Three


"Hey Ashley."

"Hey Roger."

We started walking to school and I was on time today, so we could take
our time the way we usually did.

"What are we gonna do tonight?" my best friend asked me, since it was
Friday and we always did something on the weekends.

Usually we'd rent some movies and hang out at either his house or
mine. Eat pizza and popcorn and talk about all the meaningless stuff
that seems so important when you're just a kid trying to grow up.
Saturdays we'd go to the mall, see a movie and check out the video
store, blow our allowances at the arcade, stuff like that. Neither one
of us had a job yet, but it was coming. My dad brought it up every now
and then, just like Roger's did. That was our life and it rarely
changed.

"Uh, I kinda have to go somewhere tonight," I said and I hadn't even
thought about what I'd say to Roger.

"Go where?" he asked reasonably and I thought about lying, but he'd
know if I did and that would make it even worse. Sometimes it felt
like we were married or something and this was one of those times.

"To a party," I said, trying to sound like it was no big deal.

"A party? Like what, a birthday party?" he asked and I kinda laughed.
We were both pretty naive, but Roger a little more than me, maybe.

"No, um, you know Tori?" I asked and of course Roger did, every boy in
school knew Tori, duh! "She's having a party."

"You're going to her party?" Roger stared at me. "Fuck! She invited
you?"

"Yeah," I nodded and Roger had to think about that for a second.

"Why?"

"Why not?" I frowned at him. "What's wrong with me?"

"Nothing," Roger said. "Except she doesn't even know you're alive!"

"Well, I guess she does now," I said and there was a tension between
us.

I'd felt this before too, like at the mall if some girls talked to me,
because sometimes they did, if they smiled or whatever, Roger would
get pissed. I was always too shy to do anything about it anyway, but
it was like there was this...thing...about me being better looking than
him, or more popular, or something. It was all garbage and I didn't
feel that way at all, but he did, see? It was probably one of the
reasons I was shy in the first place, because I hung out with him all
time...Or something. I didn't know, except I didn't like it when Roger
acted this way.

"Oh," Roger said, "I get it now. It's that new guy, huh? He's going,
right?"

"So?" I started walking faster, like I'd get away from him.

"So...Yeah, you're going with him?" Roger asked. "Tori asked him and he
asked you, didn't he?"

"Yeah, he asked me if I wanted to go," I answered. "But I'm just going
so I can explain to him..."

"Yeah, right," Roger shook his head.

"I swear! Come on, the guy won't leave me alone, okay?" I was
practically begging Roger to understand. "I told him I'd go to this
party and after that, it was done. He has to leave me alone."

"So what does a party have to do with it?" Roger asked and I didn't
know what to say.

"It's complicated," I frowned. "I don't need a hard time, okay? I
don't want to go to this party anyway."

"Shit," Roger snorted and he knew I was lying about that. Of course I
wanted to go to Tori's house. Sonja was gonna be there too and Petra...
God! Yeah, I was lying, but Roger also knew I wasn't lying about the
other stuff.

"Anyway, probably they just wanna make fun of me," I sighed and that
was a real worry too.

"Nah," Roger shook his head. "Not after what happened to Billy. Did
you see him? He's got like two black eyes and his nose is broken. It
looks like a pomato."

"A pomato?" I laughed.

"Yeah, you know, shaped like a potato, but red like a tomato," Roger
grinned. "Pomato!"

"Does it?" I grinned at that. "I didn't see him yet."

"Yeah," Roger said and we were okay again, but only for a second.
"Okay, so Saturday we'll go see that alien movie, right?"

"Uh, Saturday?" I sighed.

"What?" Roger looked at me suspiciously.

"We got a barbecue thing Saturday," I said. "Some guy my dad works
with and his family are coming over. I gotta help get ready and I
dunno, like make friends with their kids and stuff."

"A barbecue?" Roger grinned and at least he hadn't caught on that I
wasn't telling him everything. "And you didn't invite me?"

"Aw, it's gonna be boring probably," I shrugged.

"Yeah, but it's better than being at my house," Roger said and he was
basically inviting himself and that wasn't gonna be cool at all if he
showed up and saw Dan there.

"Nah, really," I said. "It's gonna suck. Maybe Saturday night, okay?
I'll ask my mom if I can stay over at your place or something."

"Okay," Roger agreed, "but you gotta pay for the pizza this time!"

"What?" I gave him a little shove. "I paid last time! You were
supposed to pay half, remember?"

"No way, that was at your house! We're talking about my house now!"
Roger laughed and gave me a shove.

We basically shoved each other the rest of the way to school and it
was pretty fun.

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School was amazingly normal for me, other than a few whispers and odd
looks from the other kids. I could deal with that though and I guess
it was mostly because Billy Felder really did look like a pomato. I
felt bad for him, I really did, but I wasn't gonna say anything and he
was avoiding me completely. I wondered if Dan had gotten in trouble
for punching the boy, I hoped not, but it sure looked like the sort of
thing a kid would get suspended for.

My good mood ended at lunch though.

"Hey, Ashley, are you gonna sit with us today?" Tori asked me and I
somehow found myself walking between her and Petra.

"Come on, please?" Petra giggled and that girl liked to stick out her
tongue, just the tip of it wriggling like a worm on a hook and I was
begging to be reeled in.

"Oh, um..." I smiled at them, looking left and right, "...I'm gonna sit
with Roger."

"Roger?" Petra gave me a blank look.

"Yeah," I kinda pointed to where my best friend was already sitting.

"Oh, that Roger," Petra nodded and all three of us were looking at him
which made Roger turn a little pale.

"Well..." Tori shrugged and glanced at Petra "...He can sit with us too,
maybe."

"Yeah, that would be okay...Sorta." Petra agreed without much enthusiasm
and I felt bad then.

"Nah, that's alright," I forced myself to smile at the girls, "he's
kind of shy."

"Anyway, we'll see you at the party, right?" Tori asked me.

"Yeah," I agreed and she gave me a smile that made my legs weak. I was
already scared out of my mind just talking to those two, desperately
hoping I wouldn't say something stupid, or trip over my own feet.

"Great," Petra gave me a smile of her own and it was just getting
worse. "We want to hear all about you and Dan!"

"All about it!" Tori agreed, dragging the words out and it was a
serious tease.

"I heard he's really big," Petra said, leaning forward and more or
less whispering the words in my ear. "Have you checked him out yet?"

"W-What?" I felt my face burning as I stared at her.

"His cock, silly!" Petra giggled.

"I bet it's huge," Tori grinned at me.

"I don't know," I swallowed hard.

"Well, you better find out!" Petra said.

"Inquiring minds want to know!" Tori agreed and then they were leaving
me to sit back down with their friends.

I kind of stood there for a few seconds, staring after them, and then
finally realized I looked like an idiot and moved to sit with Roger.

"What was that all about?" my friend asked me and I just shook my
head.

"You don't wanna know, dude," I told him seriously. "Those girls are
nice to look at, but..."

"Did they say anything about me?" Roger asked, looking over at them.

"No," I said and that was about as much answer as I could find.

"You guys were looking at me," Roger insisted. "What were they
saying?"

"I told them I was gonna sit with you, cause you're my best friend," I
opened my lunch. "So they looked."

"Oh," he made a little face.

"So, you're like friends with them now, huh?" he asked me and I shook
my head.

"No, they think I'm gay," I said, lowering my voice. "All they care
about is Dan."

"Oh," Roger grinned at that. "You think they like gay guys?"

"What?" I laughed. "Are you gonna turn queer so you can go out with a
cheerleader?"

"Uh..." Roger laughed too.

"You're so weird, dude."

"Me?" Roger shook his head, "You looked in a mirror lately?"

"What's that mean?" I asked, but he had a point. I was acting pretty
weird myself, except it was totally not my fault.

"Hey beautiful," Dan said suddenly and we hadn't seen him coming. "I
mean, Ashley. Sorry, I forgot."

"Hi," I blinked at him and he didn't look very sorry and I was
suddenly remembering my dream, so I looked down quickly.

"I just..." Dan cleared his throat "...I was passing by. Gonna sit over
there, you know."

"Yeah," I lifted my eyes and I couldn't help but smile, it was so
obvious he wanted to sit down with me, but he'd promised to behave.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Hey, how come you didn't tell me we were gonna
have two dates?" Dan asked in a teasing voice. "That wasn't very
nice."

"Two dates?" I narrowed my eyes, not understanding what he meant
immediately.

"Yeah, the barbecue on Saturday?" Dan smiled. "You coulda told me
yesterday when we were at the lake."

"Oh, I guess..." I licked my lips and made a face. "...It slipped my mind.
Sorry."

"Uh-huh," Dan said playfully, "I'm gonna have to watch out for that,
huh?"

"Maybe," I laughed lightly, kind of forgetting everything for a
second.

"Okay, I'll remember that. I'm gonna go eat. By myself. See you later,
Ash," Dan said and I kind of almost waved, sorta. He wasn't gonna be
lonely, all his jock friends were watching us.

"He's coming to your barbecue?" Roger stared at me and now he was
seriously pissed. "You went to the lake with him? And now he's coming
to your house?"

"Roger..." I stared at him and he was talking kind of loud.

"You are a fag!" he shook his head. "I shoulda known."

"Roger, come on, please? Don't go, talk to me! I can explain..." I said,
but he was already leaving and everyone in the cafeteria was watching
and wondering what that was all about.

I felt like I was dying inside because I knew I'd hurt my best friend.
Really hurt him when he found out I'd lied about Saturday, about who
was coming over to my house. I hadn't told him it was going to be Dan
and his family. That lie was proof to Roger that everything else was a
lie too, whether it really was or not. We'd never lied to each other
before, but now I had and the one constant in our universe, our trust,
was gone.

I thought I was going to be sick.

"It's hard when you have to break up, isn't it?"

"What?" I looked up and Petra was there, all by herself.

"Is he jealous?" she asked and I just shook my head. "You're better
off with Dan anyway, he's really great. That other guy..."

"Roger."

"What?" she asked, sitting down next to me.

"His name's Roger and he isn't my boyfriend," I said. "He's my best
friend."

"Oh," Petra shrugged. "Here..." she was opening her purse.

"What?"

"You're crying," she pressed a tissue into my hand and smiled gently.
"Good thing you're not wearing makeup."

"Oh," I frowned and yeah, I was sorta crying and I didn't even know
it. Mostly it was frustration.

"Come on, you gotta stop that," she told me. "You don't want Dan to
see you crying over some other guy."

"This is crazy," I said, blinking hard and wiping at my eyes. I wasn't
sobbing or anything. My eyes were just a little wet.

"It's like that sometimes," Petra giggled. "Especially if your best
friend is a boy! That never works, trust me. It's an amateur mistake."

"Amateur mistake?" I half-laughed and I was so confused right then it
hurt.

I was thinking I should go after Roger, but that would have been bad
probably. He had to cool off first and I was a coward anyway, to tell
the truth. I was afraid to see him again.

"See?" Petra put a hand on my shoulder, trying to comfort me. "This is
why we need to talk with you."

"It is?" I looked at her. "Why?"

"Cause you definitely don't know what you're doing!" she laughed at
me. "Come on, sit over here with us."

"Umm okay..." I agreed slowly, just because she was right, I didn't have
a clue what I was doing anymore and I didn't want to sit alone.

I needed to be with someone, that's what it was. Someone who could
understand and explain it to me. I wanted sympathy and friends. I
wanted Roger back. He was my best friend and I was hurting inside.
Petra seemed to understand, except she didn't, not really and I knew
that. She was being my friend though and that's what I wanted right
then, and so that's why I was sitting with Petra, Sonja, and Tori a
minute later, explaining to them why Roger was mad. Trying to make
them understand that he wasn't my boyfriend and I wasn't gay, and all
of this was just a big mistake.

They listened to me, giving me sympathetic smiles and nodding their
heads. The three most beautiful girls in school, maybe in the whole
town, touching my shoulders, my knees with their fingertips. Sonja
took my hands in hers, telling me everything was going to be okay. It
was like a dream come true wrapped up in a nightmare. They were so
nice to me, saying they understood completely, and that was so weird
because I didn't understand any of it.

"If he was really your best friend, he wouldn't get jealous," Tori
decided. "I have some friends, you know, boy friends, not boyfriends,
and they don't get jealous."

"Yeah, but Ashley never had a real boyfriend before," Sonja said. "So
of course her friend's going to get jealous. He wants to be with her
too...I mean, him too...With Ashley...Sorry."

They giggled at Sonja's mistake and it was amazing to see the girl
blush. She was so perfect, I just didn't think she'd even know how to
be embarrassed.

"It's okay," I shrugged and I was feeling better anyway.

Lunchtime was almost over and I was dreading my afternoon classes.
Roger sat next to me in all of them, except gym class, but we didn't
do a lot of sitting in that one anyway. I really wasn't ready for the
anger and resentment I knew was coming, just like I wasn't ready to
try and explain something that I couldn't.

"You'd be really pretty as a girl," Petra said, taking my chin in her
fingers and turning my face. "Heck, you're pretty already. You ever
try some makeup?"

"No!" I laughed nervously.

"Not a lot," she smiled. "Just some lipstick, some eye shadow maybe.
You have really nice lashes."

"He's a boy, not a girl," Tori grinned at me. "Right?"

"Definitely," I agreed.

I have to admit that despite my confusion and worry over Roger, I was
loving this attention from Sonja and her friends. Those three girls
were just focused on me and it was great, except I was incredibly
nervous, of course, but even that was passing. I was becoming friends
with them and that idea filled me with a happy sense of relief that
was almost unbearable.

"That doesn't mean he can't look nice," Petra said to Tori and then
she looked at me, "I bet Dan would love it if you just made yourself
up a little. You could even dress up, if you wanted to."

"What?" I looked at her closely, thinking she was teasing me and
Petra's doe eyes were smiling into mine. There was nothing bad there,
no malice or anything. She was serious.

"Oh, yeah!" Sonja clapped her hands with a giggle and Tori was
grinning too.

"I bet he'd fit in one of my outfits," Tori said and I wasn't so na�ve
that I didn't know what they were talking about.

"Yeah! You guys are like the same size, it's perfect!" Petra nodded.
"We could all wear our cheer uniforms tonight!"

"Hold on a second," I smiled at them, feeling my face redden and I was
getting pretty used to that lately. "I'm a boy, remember? I told you
guys, I'm not even gay."

"It's just playing," Tori had her hand on my thigh, stroking me
lightly. "Just try it, Ashley, please? It'll be so much fun!"

"You don't know until you try," Petra nodded. "You might really like
it."

"It won't hurt, Ashley," Sonja promised me and she was touching my
shoulder, leaning so close I could smell her baby powder. Peaches and
cream, just like my mom's. "If you don't like it, we won't make you do
it. I promise."

"Please, Ash? It'll be so cool seeing you dressed up," Tori's hand
slid higher, like she was reaching for my cock, I swear. Her hand was
right there, just an inch away and she pushed her fingers down,
between my thighs with a smile.

"I'll bet you're gonna be sexy as fuck," Petra whispered and she'd
leaned so close to me that I felt her breath tickling my ear. It made
me shiver.

"Don't you wanna have a little girl fun with us?" Sonja asked me and
her voice dripped with promise.

"Yeah," I said, not understanding completely what I was agreeing to,
but even if I wasn't the emotional train wreck I already was, I
couldn't have said no to those three girls. No boy could. They were
used to getting what they wanted and who was I to say no to them? I
was being manipulated, yeah, and I was letting them do it, as if I had
any choice.

"You're so cool," Petra kissed my cheek.

"We're gonna have a lot of fun!" Tori squeezed my thigh and my cock
was hurting. If she'd grabbed me there, gone that last inch or two and
found my trapped penis with her hand, I would have spilled in my
shorts, no doubt about it.

"So...Right after school?" Petra looked at her friends.

"We could do it right now," Sonja suggested. "Senior skip day?"

"Oh yeah, let's skip out! My folks are halfway to Hawaii by now," Tori
said and I was just looking back and forth between them, completely
submissive to whatever they decided. Almost.

"Skip out?" I frowned at that. "I can't skip school!"

"Hmmm...Yeah, what about Ashley though?" Sonja bit her lip and the girls
all stared at me. "He'll get in trouble."

"I bet Coach would cover for him," Tori suggested. "If we asked him
to."

"If we explained it," Petra nodded.

"Explained what?" I asked. "You can't tell him that we're going to..."

"No," Sonja smiled at me. "We're not gonna tell him everything, just
that, ummm...We need you to help us get ready for the party."

"Yeah, he knows about the party," Tori said. "The whole football team
is gonna be there."

"Yeah, Coach will make sure you don't get in trouble, Ash," Petra
nodded. "He does that stuff for us."

"Sometimes," Tori agreed. "As long as we don't abuse it or whatever."

"Whatever," Petra giggled. "You'll find out anyway probably, since
you're Dan's girlfriend now."

"I think I already did," I said and they looked at me. "Coach talked
to me yesterday, uh..." I lowered my voice "...About keeping Dan happy and
he'd keep me happy and....stuff."

"Oh," Sonja grinned at me. "You're all set then! Well, let's go!"

"Now?" I asked. "But shouldn't I ask him first or something? How does
it work?"

"Don't worry, if Coach talked to you, the principal knows about it
too," Tori told me. "You got it made now, believe me!"

"As long as you keep Dan happy!" Petra giggled.

"Really happy!" Tori nodded. "Don't worry though, it's all fun."

"Yeah," Sonja agreed and we were all standing up. "It's like getting
paid to have sex."

"No it's not!" Tori gasped.

"Yeah it is," Sonja giggled. "I haven't had any homework in two years
and I still get all A's...What do you call that?"

"Well...It isn't money!" Tori said, giving me a grin. "We're not whores
or anything."

"Good point," Petra agreed. "We're just sluts!"

"You're the only slut around here!" Tori rolled her eyes and showed me
her tongue. "Don't listen to Petra."

"Well, it's still something," Sonja grinned and took me by the hand,
literally, and I was laughing too, smiling and feeling drunk.

I felt like I was dreaming again as we left the cafeteria with a
hundred kids watching. I was skipping school with three senior
cheerleaders, going to Tori's house to have a little girl fun, which
sounded like something straight out of my nightly masturbation
fantasies. It was insane and I had to be crazy because I knew they
were going to try putting makeup on me and one of Tori's cheerleading
outfits. I wasn't too sure about any of that, obviously, but what
could I do?

If Roger wanted to be pissed off at me just because I had to spend a
little time with Dan, well that was too bad. I had new friends now.
That's what I was thinking mostly and I didn't let myself feel guilty
about it either. I didn't deserve to be unhappy, did I? Sometimes it
felt like I'd been unhappy my whole life, like something was missing.
Walking through school with Sonja, Petra, and Tori though...I felt like
this was how my life was supposed to be, and I was just getting a
taste of it. These girls owned the school, that's how it seemed to
kids like me and Roger, and now I felt like I owned it too.

"Where are we going?" I asked a minute later, because the exits were
the other way and the only thing down this way was...

"The girl's locker room!" Petra said, laughing because it was obvious.
The door was right there and Sonja was pulling me inside by the hand.

"We have to get our uniforms, silly," Tori was pushing me.

"I can't be in here!" I protested. "It's the girl's locker room!"

"Too late now!" Sonja grinned at me.

"Yeah you can," Petra said.

"You can do anything you want now," Tori agreed.

I wasn't too sure about that, but I was standing in the middle of the
girl's locker room, watching as my three new friends started digging
through their lockers for what they needed. It was like being in a
temple, adolescent Mecca - A holy place for horny sixteen year old
boys and even though it was empty, I could easily imagine all the
thousands of girls who'd gotten naked in that room over the years.

That was a serious rush.


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continued in Part 4
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