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Ch. 1 Codes: Mf, oral, teen
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER ONE.
I was watching football one Saturday afternoon when the doorbell rang.  
I don't get a lot of unannounced visitors, so I was fairly sure that 
this was another solicitor of some sort.  I peeked through the peephole 
and saw that I was probably right.  It appeared to be some teenage 
girl.
I opened the door.  The girl was probably seventeen or eighteen, cute, 
five-six or so, long blonde hair, full breasts, wearing shorts and a 
spaghetti strap top.  I recognized her as Marianne, a girl who lived 
down the street.  
"Hi.  I'm raising money for the cheerleading squad.  We're selling 
magazine subscriptions, and we have some really great deals."  She 
tried to stick a brochure in my hand.  "Is there anything you might be 
interested in?"
There was, but it wasn't magazines.  Besides which, I knew these 
fundraising programs were complete rip-offs, raising twice as much 
money for the magazine company as they did for the kids.
"I don't think I need any magazines.  But if you want, I can just write 
a check directly to your squad."
Her eyes lit up.
"You would?  That would be really cool of you."
"Come on in.  Let me get my checkbook."
She stepped into the house, and I shut the door.  I got my checkbook 
out of the kitchen and returned to the foyer.
"This is a really nice house."
"Thanks."
"You must be rich or something, huh?"
"You could say that."
I sat on my couch and opened the checkbook, setting it on the coffee 
table to write the check.
"How does fifty dollars sound?"
Her eyes swelled.
"Fifty bucks?  You're just going to give me fifty bucks?"
"I'd rather give it to you than the fundraising company you're working 
with."
"Thanks a lot.  You're sure there's nothing you need that we could do?  
Like wash your car or something like that?"
I smiled at her, looking her over slowly, pausing at her ample chest.
"I think there might be something you could do."
She returned the smile.
"Like what?"
"Show me your breasts."
Her eyes swelled in amazement, and she bit her lip to keep from 
grinning.
"If I just show you my tits, you'll give me fifty bucks?"
"Yes."
She giggled nervously.
"Okay."
She pulled off her T-shirt, revealing a lacy white bra, which she 
removed a second later.  She dropped both on the floor.  Her big 
breasts were firm and full, not sagging at all.  Her nipples were tiny 
in comparison, but swelled and stood out under my gaze.
Marianne took a step or two toward me, pushing back her shoulders to 
stick her tits out even further.  I could see the flush of arousal 
coloring her chest.
"How much if I took off some more?"
I leaned back casually on the couch, appraising her.
"Considering that there's a strip bar not far from here where I could 
see a dozen nude girls for a ten dollar cover plus a two drink minimum 
. . . let's say seventy-five."
She slowly unbuttoned her shorts and slid them down.  Underneath, she 
wore plain white cotton panties, and she paused for a moment or two, 
gathering her courage, before sliding those down as well.
Her blonde pubes were closely trimmed, most likely to accommodate her 
cheerleading outfits.  I could see her labia underneath, beginning to 
color and swell in arousal.  She took another step towards me, then 
turned around slowly to show me her little butt, tight and toned from 
many hours of cheerleading gymnastics.
"Nice."
She smiled nervously.
"Thanks."
She put a foot up on the coffee table, opening herself slightly to give 
me a better view.  I could see her inner lips peeking out, and the dewy 
moisture beginning to collect there.
"What could I do for a hundred?"
"Come here.  Give me a closer look at all that."
She climbed onto the couch, straddling my legs.  She put her hands on 
my shoulders.  I laid my hands on her firm thighs and moved upward.  
She remained still as I neared her breasts, and let me take her in my 
hands.  Her tits were like fresh bread, spongy and firm.  I cupped 
them, feeling the weight, moving them around.  I took her hard little 
nipples between my fingers, twisting them gently.  Marianne closed her 
eyes, breathing unevenly. 
I slipped a hand down to caress her hard butt, squeezing the muscles.  
When I moved the hand around slowly, reaching between her legs, she 
stopped me suddenly.
"One-twenty-five."
"Done."
She let go of my hand, and I slid it between her thighs.  She was 
already hot and wet when I took her blonde pussy in my hand.  I slipped 
a finger inside her, feeling her wetness.  She moaned, moving her hips 
up and back slowly as I masturbated her.  I tweaked her clit gently, 
working it back and forth.  Her breath was hot and damp in my face now.
"What about for two hundred?"
"Everything."
She gasped softly.
"Everything?"
"How about two-fifty then?"
She panted for a second or two.
"Okay."
She immediately wrapped her arms around me, kissing me eagerly.  Her 
hips settled into my lap, and she was soon rubbing herself against my 
erection as I played roughly with her tits.  I pulled off my shirt, and 
she bent to suck on my nipples.  I let her do it for a few seconds 
before pushing her further down.  She dug my cock out of my pants and 
took it in her hands.
"I've never sucked a cock before.  I don't know if I can do this 
right."
"I'm sure you have the general idea."
She grinned and bent down to lick at me.  She ran her tongue around the 
head a few times before taking me tentatively into her mouth.  I held 
her blonde head in my lap as she moved up and down slowly, trying to 
guide her movements.  She kept it simple, but her mouth was so hot and 
wet that I didn't care.  I let her bob over me until I felt the jizz 
beginning to boil in my balls.
I pulled her up, and when she stood, I took her waist and seated her on 
the couch.  I climbed in between her thighs and pushed forward, sinking 
into her tight teenage twat.  She moaned, biting at my shoulder.
"You have to pull out before you come.  I don't have anything."
"I'll come in your mouth."
"Oh, God.  Okay."
I sank all of my thick seven inches into her, groaning at the heat and 
wetness.  She wrapped her legs around my butt and dug her nails into my 
back.  I pumped her steadily, massaging her clit with the base of my 
cock.  She was already hot and turned on, and it took me only a minute 
of firm thrusts to have her shuddering in climax under me.  She 
whimpered, biting again at my shoulder as I pounded her firm teenage 
body.  Her tits began to shake with my thrusts, and she gripped them in 
her hands, pinching her nipples.  The sight of it was enough to do it 
for me, and I gave her a few last thrusts before pulling out suddenly.
She needed no coaching by now, and she instantly dropped to the floor, 
swallowing up my erection.  I groaned, grabbing her head and fucking 
her mouth as she sucked as hard as she could.  My cum boiled into her 
mouth, one shot after another, and I felt her gulping it down as it 
came.  She massaged my balls and the base of my cock as she swallowed, 
working out the last few drops.  When I caught my breath, I looked down 
at her.  She continued to suck gently, waiting for my permission to let 
go.  
I pulled out and sat on the couch in front of her.
"How was that?"
"Great," I gasped.  "Two-fifty?"
She giggled.
"Two-fifty."
I wrote the check as Marianne got dressed, and then she left.
* * *
Ch. 2 Codes: Mf, oral, teen
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TWO.
I didn't expect to see her again after that, figuring she would just 
chalk the experience up to a brief bit of daring experimentation and 
fooling around.  But two nights later, as I sat in my den watching a 
"Seinfeld" rerun, the doorbell rang again.
I found Marianne on the doorstep, wearing a stretch satin top and a 
pair of jeans.
"Hi."
"Hey.  What are you selling tonight?"
She grinned, cocking her head.
"Me.  Again."
"The cheerleading squad must be hard up."
"Actually, I spent it all on clothes.  It would be hard to explain 
where I got all that money anyway.  So, are you interested?  Two-fifty 
to fuck me, like we did before?"
I ran my eyes over her slowly.  She posed, thrusting her breasts out.  
Unless I was seeing things, she wasn't wearing a bra, and her stiff 
nipples strained against the satin of her top.
"Come on in."
She walked into the living room, looking around and smiling at me.
"Where do you want to do it?"
"Upstairs."
"An actual bed this time?"
"Yeah."
She followed me up to the master bedroom, taking in the furnishings on 
the way.  I shut the door behind us.
"Lie on the bed," she said.
I did.  She walked to the foot and slowly opened her top, popping open 
the snaps one by one but keeping her breasts hidden.  Then she threw it 
back and off her shoulders, shaking her long blonde hair back behind 
her head.  She cupped her heavy breasts in her hands, tweaking the 
nipples.
"Take off your shirt and your jeans."
I did, stripping down to my boxers.  She watched me, grinning at the 
hard-on tenting out my shorts.  She crawled up the bed, lowering her 
face to bite at my cock through the fabric.  It slipped out through the 
fly, and Marianne ran her tongue up the underside, wiggling it over the 
glans.  
Then she took the head in her mouth, sucking hard, working on just the 
end with her lips and tongue.  I reached out for her breasts, taking 
them in my hands and pinching her nipples lightly.  She continued to 
blow me eagerly, bobbing her head up and down.  I let her do it for 
another minute before pulling her up.  She giggled at me.
"Did you like that?  I read about it in a book in the sex section of 
Barnes & Noble."
"You're getting better."
"Thanks."
I pulled her tits to my mouth, sucking roughly on her nipples.  She 
moved me back and forth, alternating breasts, until her nipples stood 
out in angry red arousal.  I began unbuttoning her jeans, but she took 
over immediately, and had them and her panties off in a few seconds.  
I took her tight little butt in my hands and pulled her blonde-furred 
pussy up to my mouth.  She moaned, grabbing on to the headboard and 
began riding my tongue.  I thrashed it over and around her clit and 
lips, drinking up her hot fluids.  Her hips were soon rocking back and 
forth over my mouth.
"Oh, fuck, oh, fuck.  That feels so fucking hot."
I stabbed my tongue into her, fucking her with it, then sucked lightly 
on her clit.  Her thighs were soon battering my ears, and she came with 
a shriek, throwing herself across the bed.
I slipped out of my boxers as she caught her breath, then rolled over 
on top of her.  She put her hands on my waist to guide me.
"You're going to come in my mouth again, right?  Not inside me?"
"Right."
I slipped slowly into her, luxuriating in her wonderful teenaged pussy.  
She was dripping wet and almost painfully tight, gripping me with those 
toned cheerleading muscles.  The other afternoon had been too much of a 
surprise to take my time with, so tonight I wanted to enjoy this.
I moved in her with a slow, steady rhythm, watching her arousal, 
nibbling on her earlobes and nipples.  She giggled as I did it, 
answering my attentions with sloppy kisses on my neck and chest.  I 
bottomed out inside her, pressing as far into her as I could.  I felt 
the tendons on her thighs as she spread herself under me, groaning, 
pushing her hips up to meet me.  She began to whimper, biting at my 
shoulder, pressing her big breasts against my body.
I lifted off her as I sped my attack, making her tits shudder with each 
thrust.  She reached back to brace herself against the headboard, 
pushing herself back at me with each entry.  She came again with 
another shriek, thrashing about on the mattress under me.  
I had to stop to keep from coming inside her already, so I relented to 
let her recover from her orgasm.  The crisis soon passed, and I resumed 
my slow fucking of this hot seventeen-year-old.  I lowered myself back 
onto her body, and she wrapped herself around me.  
"Fuck me," she moaned.  "Fuck me."
I felt her trying to squeeze me with her cunt, making herself even 
tighter.  I drove more purposefully now, grinding myself against her.  
She writhed under me like a snake, still whispering perversions into my 
ear.  Her movements soon became more spasmodic, then her nails dug into 
my butt, and she shivered into yet another orgasm.  
My cock was beginning to ache from being hard so long without release, 
so I finally loosed the brakes, fucking her with everything I had.  She 
came a fourth time, limbs flailing wildly under me, and as soon as her 
orgasm ran its course, I withdrew, pulling out and lying down beside 
her.
She had me back in her mouth in an instant, bobbing and sucking for all 
she was worth.  She took me as far in as she could get, gripping my 
cock tightly with her free hand.  Her tongue massaged the underside of 
my cock eagerly, and a moment later, I erupted into her mouth, 
squirting long, thick shots of come down her throat.  She gulped it 
down as it came, pumping it out with her fist.  She slowed her attack 
as my orgasm subsided, but continued to suck gently on me for nearly a 
minute before lying back down.
"Whew," she said.
"Yeah."
"That was quite a fuck."
"You've had some experience at this."
She shrugged.
"I lost it two years ago.  You're the fifth guy I've done it with."
"Do you have a boyfriend right now?"
She grinned.
"Yep.  But he can't fuck like you can.  He almost never gets me off 
unless I totally help him do it."
She sat up and brushed her blonde hair back over her head.
"Do you have any beer?"
"Down in the kitchen."
"Can I have one?"
"Sure."
She pulled on her panties and top and descended to the first floor.  I 
found my checkbook and wrote her a check for $275.  She returned with a 
bottle of Sam Adams and flopped down on her stomach beside me, picking 
up the check.
"Thanks."  Then her eyes lit up.  "Hey--"
"A tip.  That was better than last time."
"Phat.  Thanks."
"Are you planning on making a habit of this?"
She grinned at me, flopping her calf back and forth.
"Have you got the bucks for it?"
"Sure."
"Do you want to keep fucking me?"
"Yes."
"Then I will.  And you know what?"
"What?"
"I'm not the only girl on the squad.  I bet a couple of the other girls 
would do this too."
"You think?"
She grinned again.
"Maybe.  I'll ask around."
She finished her beer and left a few minutes later.
* * *
Ch. 3 Codes: Mf, oral, teen, piercings
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER THREE.
For a couple of days, I waited to see if any of the other cheerleaders 
might show up, but none of them did.  I began to think that either 
Marianne hadn't been brave enough to confess to what she had done or 
none of the other girls were interested.
Then the doorbell rang again.
I was once again watching television, sitting home on a Friday night.  
I had been seeing a woman I worked with off and on the past few months, 
and I had considered asking her to dinner that weekend.  After 
reflecting for a few moments, I decided to give the cheerleader thing 
one last chance.  It was a good thing I did.
It was about nine-thirty, and I was in the middle of a movie on HBO.  
When the doorbell rang, I immediately figured it must be Marianne, 
since I couldn't imagine anyone else knocking on my door this late.
It wasn't.
Instead, I found a girl of about the same age, five-three, long dark 
brown hair and brown eyes.  Her body was not as curvy as Marianne's, 
but she still looked quite delicious.  She had a silver stud in her 
left nostril and a definite "bad girl" cast to her face, sort of like 
that girl on "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," whatever her name was.
"Hi."
"Hi."
"You're Steve?"
"Yeah."
"I'm Tiffany.  A friend of Marianne's."
"A cheerleader."
She grinned.
"Yeah.  So can I come in?"
I stepped back, opening the door further.  Tiffany came inside, 
checking out the house.
"Wow.  You are pretty rich, huh?  Marianne told me about your place."
"I do okay."
She glanced around a few more seconds before looking back at me.
"So, like, what did you guys do, just rip off each other's clothes, or 
what?"
"It needn't be that abrupt.  But, just so we're clear, you know what 
she was doing?"
She grinned.
"Yeah.  But I don't really have as much as experience as she does.  So 
two-fifty might be too much for me.  It's not like I know how to do all 
this different stuff and all."
"But you're not a virgin?"
She laughed.
"You think I'd lose it like this?  Jeez, no.  Shit."  She giggled 
again.  "But I've only slept with two other guys.  So I don't want you 
to expect all that much."
"Okay.  Do you want something to drink?"
"Sure.  Beer, if you've got it."
I got her a beer from the refrigerator and opened it for her.  She took 
a long swig and continued to look around the house.
"How old are you?"
"Forty-one."
"My dad is forty-three.  He'd have a herd of cows over this if he 
knew."
"What do you know about Marianne?"
She shrugged.
"I don't know.  I met her in Junior High.  We've been friends a while.  
We went out for cheerleading together.   Her dad is a pervert."
I laughed.
"He is?"
"Yes.  He grabbed my butt once.  I think he would have done it again if 
I hadn't threatened to tell his wife."
"Does Marianne know?"
"No.  What was I supposed to tell her, 'Your dad wants to jump my 
bones?'"
"You think he does?"
"Don't all you old guys want to?  I see the looks we get, me and my 
friends.  I'm not stupid."
"I guess a lot of us do."
"Most of them are repulsive, like Marianne's dad.  But you seem pretty 
cool.  You don't look forty-one."
"Thanks."
"And Marianne said you were a great fuck.  The best she ever had, and 
she's had some fucks, believe me."
I smiled slightly.
"I can imagine."
She finished her beer and set it back down on the counter.
"So where do we do it?"
"Upstairs."
She followed me up to the bedroom and stood nervously in the middle of 
the room as I shut the doors.
"I guess you're just going to have to tell me what to do."
I stripped to my boxers and lay on the bed.
"Take off your clothes.  Slowly."
She wore a tight stretch cotton top over her firm tits, and she pulled 
it off now.  Under it, she wore a black satin bra, and I noticed 
another silver stud, this time in her navel.  She took off her bra 
slowly, trying to look seductive.  She didn't quite get it, but her 
nervous inexperience was arousing enough.  Her breasts were firm C-cups 
(Marianne was well into D-cup territory), conical and pointy, with 
prominent brown nipples.  She slid her jeans down smoothly, revealing 
black satin panties that matched her bra.  When the jeans were off, she 
stepped up next to me on the bed, smiling.
"I like those piercings."
"Thanks.  Want to unwrap the last bit?  I've got a little surprise I 
think you'll like."
I sat up, swinging my legs around, and hooked my fingers into the 
waistband of her panties.  As I slid them down, I saw what she meant: 
one last silver stud through the hood of her clitoris.
"Like it?"
"Yes.  I thought you had to be eighteen to get those, though."
"I did it myself.  I did all of them myself."
"You're kidding."
"I think I have a high pain threshold.  It wasn't that bad."
I pulled her closer and bent to take a hard brown nipple in my mouth.  
Tiffany moaned softly, putting her arms around my head.  I sucked on 
her eagerly, pulling as much of her breast into my mouth as I could 
get.  She pushed me off after a minute or so, moving me to her other 
tit.  I felt up between her legs as I did it, finding the stud in her 
clit.  I pulled on it gently, twisting it around.  I probed further 
down, finding her already wet and growing wetter.
I played with her like that for a few minutes, stroking and tweaking 
her clit with my fingers as I sucked on her nipples.  She began to 
whimper softly, holding my head tightly.  Her hips started moving with 
my strokes as her abdomen started to shake.  A few seconds later her 
legs buckled, and she fell against me.  I rubbed her briskly as the 
orgasm pulsed through her body, finishing her off as best I could.
She recovered after a few seconds and stepped back, grinning at me.
"Wow.  Marianne was right.  You are pretty good.  What do you want me 
to do?"
"Kneel down."
She got the message, dropping to her knees in front of me.  She reached 
for my boxers and pulled them down, exposing my thick erection.  She 
took it in her hands and stroked it gently.
"How do you like it?  My boyfriend just wants me to go as fast as 
possible and get him off, but I'm guessing that isn't really the best 
way."
"Gently.  Take your time and enjoy it."
She smiled, looking up at me, and took my cock in her mouth.  She 
kissed and licked it for a few seconds before sucking more 
purposefully.  I closed my eyes and held her head in my hands.  She 
went slowly, massaging me with her tongue.  A minute later, she 
withdrew, reaching up to stroke me with her hand as she sucked on my 
balls.  Whatever she had said before about having less experience than 
Marianne apparently didn't apply to oral sex.  She worked on my balls 
for about twenty seconds before taking my cock back in her mouth.
She was good enough that I though about letting complete the act, but 
two-fifty was a lot for a blow job.  So I pulled her off before she 
took me too far.
"What now?"
"Get on the bed on your hands and knees."
Her eyebrows went up a little.
"Doggy style?"
"Right."
She complied rapidly, presenting her tight little butt to me.  She was 
firmer and less rounded than Marianne, all tight cheerleading muscles.  
I took her hips in my hands and thrust forward, burying myself inside 
her.  She let out a cry at my rapid penetration, but immediately began 
pushing herself back at me.  I fucked her like that for a few minutes, 
just enjoying her luscious little teen pussy.  She dropped her head to 
the mattress after the first minute, bending herself open for me even 
more.  I felt her hand moving between us, playing with herself and my 
balls as I fucked her.
I withdrew and rolled her on her back.  She grinned up at me, spreading 
herself open, and I climbed on top of her.  I was inside her again in 
an instant.  Her lips curled back from her teeth as I bottomed out.
"Where should I come?" I moaned.
"I'm on the pill," she gasped.  "Come anywhere you want, just fuck me."
I began moving firmly within her, massaging her sensitive spots with my 
cock.  She whimpered and held me tightly, pulling me even further 
inside her.  She didn't like me to withdraw very far, and she kept a 
tight grip on my butt to hold me inside.  I pumped her more rapidly 
now, feeling the stud in her clit every time I thrust at her. She began 
to shiver and thrash under me.  She came deeply and silently, squeezing 
me tightly inside.  I kept up the rhythm without slowing, and she came 
again within a few minutes.  By now she was mewling and moaning, 
begging quietly for me to come inside her.  A few more deep, urgent 
thrusts were enough to do it, especially since she began coming again a 
few seconds before I did.  I pushed as far into her as I could get and 
filled her quivering pussy with my sperm.
I rolled off her as soon as I caught my breath.  She lay unmoving on 
her back, legs still spread widely as my cum dripped out of her and 
onto the sheets.
"Fuck.  Fuck," she gasped.  "Fuck."
I got her a towel to clean herself up, and she went into the bathroom.  
While she was gone, I filled out her check.  She returned a minute 
later with a big grin on her face.
"Marianne wasn't kidding.  I've never had a fuck like that."
"Good."
She found the check on the bed.
"Two-fifty?"
"You earned it."
"Cool.  This is like, the most money I ever had at once."
"Don't spend it all in one place."
She giggled.
"What do you do that you have so much money?"
"I'm a stock trader."
"How much money do you have?"
"Total?  A few million, probably, though most of it's on paper."
"Wow.  Seriously?"
"Yep."
I could see the gears turning in her head as she stared at the check.
"Are there other things you'd want to do?  Like with me and Marianne?  
For more money than this, I mean."
"Both of you at once, maybe."
She gasped softly.
"You mean like--"
"Together."
"Would we have to, like, lez each other and all?"
"Say for five hundred a piece?  I think that's the going rate for girls 
as hot as you two."
Her eyes swelled.
"Five hundred?  Do you mean it?"
"Sure."
"Wow.  I'll have to ask her.  I bet she'd do it, though.  I have to 
think about it."
"Think all you want.  You know where I live."
She giggled.
"Yep."
* * *
Ch. 4 Codes: Mf, teen, oral, anal
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER FOUR.
Nothing much happened the rest of the weekend.  Monday afternoon, 
Marianne reappeared at my door, wearing jeans and a white spaghetti-
strap baby tee that barely contained her big tits.
"Hey."
"Are you busy?  Wanna hang out?"
"Come on in."
She stepped inside, walking into the kitchen and helping herself to a 
beer.  I opened it for her.
"I talked to Tiffany," she said grinning.
"And?"
"She told me about your idea."
"Go on."
"Five hundred a piece, you fuck us both, and we dyke out on each 
other?"
"Right."
She grinned.
"I wanna do it, but Tiff is still thinking.  If she doesn't want to, I 
know a girl who would, though."
"Another cheerleader?"
"Uh huh."
"This is quite a squad you've got."
"Yep."
"Who else knows about our little arrangement?"
"Just Tiff."
"Not this other girl?"
"No.  But see, she's a good friend of mine, so I know she's a dyke.  Or 
at least she's fucked girls.  Guys too, but mostly girls.  I'll pitch 
it to her if Tiff wimps out.  I know she'll do it if I ask."
"What's she look like?"
"She's pretty hot.  About my height, red hair.  She doesn't have tits 
like mine, but she's still cute."
"Not too many girls do."
She grinned.  I could see the flush of arousal on her chest.
"Nope.  So, you wanna go fuck now?"
"Lead the way."
She took my hand and pulled me upstairs.  As I shut the bedroom doors 
behind us, Marianne stepped to the middle of the room, leering at me.  
She pulled her top over her head, then shoved down her jeans.  
Underneath, she wore a matching demi-bra and panty set in lacy ivory, 
with little beads all over the fabric.
"Like it?"
"Yes."
"That's good, because you paid for it."
She walked up, grabbing my hard-on through her pants, then dropped to 
her knees and began digging it out.  When she had it exposed, she 
stroked it a few times, then settled her mouth over the head.  She 
worked the end eagerly as she had the last time, sucking and slurping 
with just her lips and tongue.
"Tell me something," I gasped.
She didn't withdraw.
"Hmm?"
"You said you never sucked a cock before mine.  But Tiffany talked like 
she thought you had a lot more experience than she did."
She pulled back now, using her hand to stroke me as she ran her tongue 
along the underside.
"She's right, but I didn't."  She sucked the base of my cock just above 
my balls for a second.  "I thought it was gross and demeaning.  Like 
the guy was just using me to get off."
"What's different about this?"
She grinned.
"I don't know.  I just know I love sucking your dick."  And back it 
went into her mouth.
She took more of it in now, pushing it to the back of her throat.  I 
reached down to feel her cheeks hollowing as she sucked.  Her teeth 
grazed lightly along the underside as she withdrew, then she reversed 
herself, swallowing most of it back up again.  She bobbed slowly up and 
down like that, playing gently with my balls, until I had to stop her 
lest I come already.  She withdrew and went back to stroking me with 
her hand.
"I was thinking . . ."
"What?"
She looked up at me lasciviously.
"What would it be worth to fuck me in the ass?"
"Instead of straight sex?  Or on top of it?"
She grinned and gave the head of my cock a brief suck.
"What would you want?"
"I'd like to come in that tight ass of yours."
"Okay.  We'll do that instead."
"Same price?"
"Uh huh."
"Have you done it before?"
"Nope.  Is it going to hurt?"
"Let me eat you out first.  Then we'll do it."
She stood, removing her bra and panties, and lay back on the bed behind 
her.  I crawled up between her thighs, and she took my head in her 
hands.  I buried my tongue in her blonde twat, sucking her clit and 
lips into my mouth.  She moaned, arching her back, especially after I 
reached up and began punishing her big breasts and hard nips with my 
fingers.  Her hips rolled at my face, pushing up at me as I licked and 
sucked on her.  I kept up a steady rhythm for several minutes, and 
Marianne's fluids were soon covering most of my face.  I fucked her 
with my tongue and brought a hand down from her breasts to tweak her 
clit.  She shrieked, thrashing back and forth, and came in a rush, 
almost lifting us both off the bed.  
I finished her off for a few seconds and then withdrew to let her rest.  
I went into the bathroom to find a bottle of massage oil.  When I 
returned, Marianne was still limp on the bed with an arm over her face, 
gasping for breath.  She came to a few moments later, and her eyes came 
to rest on the oil in my hands.
"Is that for me?"
"Both of us."
"What do I do?"
"Get on your hands and knees down here."
She rolled on her stomach and positioned herself.  I used my index 
finger to lubricate her, working it around her sphincter.  She moaned 
and gasped when I slipped inside her, working as much of the oil into 
her as I could get.
"Is this going to hurt?"
"It might at first.  Just try to relax yourself as much as you can."
I stroked my erection with the oil until it was glistening from head to 
root. Then I took her hips in my hands, probing forward.  I aimed my 
cock between her ass cheeks, resting it against her anus.
"Oh, God."
I pushed forward slowly, the copious oil easing the passage through her 
tight sphincter.  Marianne grunted and convulsed as I slid into her.  I 
bottomed out after about ten seconds, resting my hips against her hard 
ass.
"Are you all right?"
"It feels . . . oh, God . . . it feels like I'm being raped by an 
elephant."
"Do you want to stop?"
"No.  Fuck me.  Just fuck me."
She pushed backwards, trying to get me to thrust at her.  I withdrew 
slowly, then slid back in.  I could feel her sphincter pulsing 
involuntarily around me.  She whimpered through clenched teeth, 
throwing her hair back over her shoulders.  I fucked her easily for a 
minute or two before speeding my thrusts.  I pushed her forward each 
time, until she was soon down on the bed with her knees bent under her.  
I reached for her big tits, taking them in my hands.  She braced 
herself on the headboard in front of us, still whimpering and grunting 
as I fucked her.  I felt her fingers brush against my balls and 
realized that she was playing with herself.
"Is this getting you off?" I gasped.
"Oh, God.  Yes."
"Does it hurt?"
"Uh huh.  But I can come.  I'm going to come.  Just give me a little 
more."
"Harder?"
She groaned.
"Harder."
I sped my thrusts, thumping against her ass, feeling my balls slapping 
against her sopping wet twat.  Little cries began escaping her lips, 
and her fingers were a blur between her legs.  Her body began to shake 
and shudder under me just as my sperm began to rise.  Then her 
sphincter clamped painfully down on the base of my cock as she came, 
stopping the flow of jism.  It boiled against this unexpected barrier, 
making my head swim, then the pressure built enough to escape, and my 
cum sprayed into her bowels.  I shook in dizzy climax, burying myself 
into her up to the root.
When our respective orgasms subsided, I fell to the side, pulling out 
of her.  She stretched out her legs, remaining on her stomach.  Neither 
of us said anything for a few minutes.
Marianne lifted herself up on an elbow, wiping the sweat from her 
forehead and brushing her long blonde hair back from her face.
"I'm going to be limping for a week."
"Sorry."
"Don't be.  That was fucking incredible."
I nodded.
"Have you done it like that before?" she asked.
"A few times.  An old girlfriend of mine was into it."
"God.  I never thought about it much until tonight.  I don't know what 
made me want to."
She slid off the bed and went into the bathroom.  I dressed and cleaned 
myself up, and then went into my office to find my checkbook.  She 
appeared from the bedroom, fully dressed, a few minutes later, and sat 
in my lap.  She gave me a long kiss when I slipped the check into her 
jeans, and I played gently with her big breasts. 
"Mmm."
"Yes."
"You like my tits, huh?"
"I love them.  They're perfect."
"It used to piss me off how guys acted about them.  I don't mind you, 
though.  I don't know why."
She kissed me again, moving her butt slowly against my lap.  I felt my 
cock beginning to stir again, and I could tell Marianne felt it.
She giggled.
"Did you clean yourself up?"
"Yes."
She bent to kiss my neck as one hand caressed my chest.
"I feel like giving you a freebie."
"You don't need to."
"I know.  I want to."
She slipped out of my lap and onto the floor.  She positioned herself 
between my knees and reached up for my boxers.  My cock was standing at 
attention now, and she inspected it briefly.  Finding nothing amiss, 
she bent her head to take it into her mouth.
It was too soon after my earlier orgasm, and Marianne was too eager and 
excited.  I had to slow her down, digging my fingers through her long 
blonde locks.  She slowed down, using just her tongue and lips in a 
steady rhythm for a few minutes.
She withdrew to kiss the head.
"Better?"
"Yeah."
Back down she went, sucking and massaging me with her tongue.  My balls 
were beginning to reawaken now, and I moved her head faster.  She 
responded by bobbing rapidly.  I reached down to fondle her tits, and 
she moved closer to me, getting everything within reach.  When I dug 
into her baby tee to get at them, she reached behind her to unsnap her 
bra.  Her tits fell into my hands, and I caressed them gently as she 
continued to suck rapidly on my cock.
She withdrew again to rest her jaw, using her hand to stroke me 
rapidly.
"Are you getting there yet?"
I nodded, gasping.
"Are you going to come in my mouth?  Are you going shoot your cum down 
throat?"
I grunted, unable to answer her.
"I'm going to swallow it.  I'm going to swallow every drop."
She dropped her head, swallowing me up, and sucking rapidly on the head 
like a calf at a teat, massaging it with tongue and lips.  I cried out, 
gripping her hair in my hands.  My cum began churning out of my balls, 
and a second later, it was spurting into Marianne's mouth.  She gulped 
it down as it came, milking my cock with her fist to get it all.  She 
continued to suck and milk me for nearly a minute afterward before 
withdrawing with a big grin on her face.
"Did you like that?"
I nodded.
"I'm going to talk to Tiff tomorrow.  If I can't talk her into doing 
the three-way, I'll call this other girl.  Then I'll let you know 
what's going to happen."
"Okay."
She crawled up into my lap and kissed me again.
"Night.  Thanks."
"You too," I gasped.
* * *
Ch. 5 Codes: Mf, teen, oral
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER FIVE
Marianne called me the next day to inform me that Tiffany was not 
interested in group sex, and that therefore she was going to talk to 
her other friend on the cheerleading squad, whose name was Ashley.  She 
promised to get back to me with a day and a time.
Thursday afternoon, she appeared at my door again wearing shorts and a 
flower-print string bikini top.  The top was scarcely enough to contain 
her breasts, and had she jumped around at all--say, to attempt a cheer-
-it looked like she would have come flying out of it immediately.
She gave me a quick bj in the living room, then remained at my feet to 
explain what she had worked out.
"Ashley completely freaked when I told her what I've been doing."
"Sleeping with me, you mean?"
"For money.  That was the main thing she freaked about.  I tried to 
tell her that it's not really like that, but when I pitched the idea to 
her, you know, five hundred a piece for what you wanted, she completely 
changed her mind.  She wants to do it."
"Just like that?"
"Yeah.  None of the girls on the squad have a lot of money, but Ashley 
is probably the worst off.  Her folks are divorced, and her dad just 
drinks a lot.  Her mom is a waitress.  So five hundred bucks is a 
fortune for her."
"I can imagine.  When?"
"Saturday night?"
"That works for me."
"Anyway.  After I talked to Ashley, I was thinking."
"What about?"
"All this money, you know, it does seem kind of cheap to just come 
over, fuck you, and have you hand me a check.  I was trying to think of 
a better way to handle it."
I thought about that for a moment.
"I could get you a credit card.  You could charge what I've been paying 
you, buy stuff with it.  However it came out, we could settle up at the 
end of the month."
Her eyes widened.
"Seriously?  I could buy anything I wanted?"
"Within reason.  The idea being to pay you that way instead with a 
check."
She grinned.
"Cool."
She stood up, taking my arms and pulling me upstairs.  We quickly lost 
the remainder of our clothes.  Marianne kissed me, pressing her breasts 
against my chest.  Then she looked down coyly, though her hand settled 
on my erection, stroking it gently.
"You know . . . you've come in my mouth, and in my ass, but never in my 
pussy."
"I keep forgetting to buy some rubbers."
"Rubbers are no fun.  I want your cum inside me."
"You might get my baby in the bargain."
"We could just risk it today.  I think the timing is off.  It's the 
wrong time of the month."
"I don't know about this."
She grinned, looking up at me innocently.
"The prospect of knocking me up doesn't turn you on?"
"It's the prospect of eighteen years of child support that doesn't turn 
me on."
She pouted.
"Please?"
"All right.  It's your body."
She grinned and went back to kissing me, arms around my neck.  I 
fondled her tits, cupping them in my hands and working her nipples with 
my thumbs.  She began to squirm as they erected and grew more 
sensitive, and I finally picked her up and carried her to the bed.  
She lay on her back, and I kissed and licked my way down her body, 
nursing her big breasts, running my tongue down her abdomen, wiggling 
it in her navel (making her giggle and convulse in the process), 
finally settling between her thighs and taking her blonde-furred twat 
in my mouth.  I shoved my hands under her butt, holding her firm 
cheerleading ass tightly under me.  She writhed around on the bed as I 
ate her, legs opening and closing, hands randomly gripping her hair or 
her breasts or my head.  I knew her rhythms well enough now to bring 
her hot seventeen-year-old body to rapid series of orgasms, keeping it 
up until she cried out in overstimulation and pushed me away.
I gave her only a few seconds to recover before climbing above her and 
slipping into her tight teenage pussy.  She let out a guttural cry, 
wrapping herself around me.  I drove in and out of her steadily.  She 
was tight and wet, all hot squishy flesh gripping my cock.  She cried 
out again as another orgasm took her, and she dug her nails painfully 
into my butt.  My control began to slip away now, and I pounded her 
roughly, watching her round tits shaking with each thrust.  She sensed 
my impending orgasm and spread herself even wider for me, begging for 
my seed.
"Come . . . come . . . come in me . . ."
I let out a hoarse grunt, stabbed every bit of myself into her, and 
came for all I was worth, spurting painfully intense ribbons of come up 
to her womb.  I kept thrusting long after it was over, and finally 
collapsed onto her breasts.  She put her arms around me and held me 
close.
"Mmm.  Stay inside me.  Don't move yet.  You feel so good."
I pushed my deflating penis forward.
"So do you."
"I love the feeling after a good fuck, all tingly and gooey."
She kissed me tenderly for a few seconds, then looked up at me.
"Have you ever done it with a virgin?"
"Mary Jo Beadman, after a Led Zeppelin concert when I was seventeen.  
We were both virgins.  It wasn't an experience worth remembering."
"Would you want to give it another try?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm just thinking.  There's another girl on the squad who I know is a 
virgin.  You could have her if you wanted."
I laughed softly.
"Have you consulted her about this?"
She smiled.
"I could talk her into it.  She's been talking about losing it."
"She cute?"
"Not as cute as me."  She smiled.  "But she's not bad.  She's kind of 
tall and thin, you know, sort of that European model look.  She's got 
really long brown hair."
"What do you think this would cost?"
She grinned up at me.
"You'd be her first.  You'd get to pop her cherry.  That would be worth 
something to you, wouldn't it?"
"Does she still have one?  Because if she's been cheerleading for any 
length of time, she's probably lost it on her own already just by 
stretching and jumping around."
Marianne bit her lip.
"I didn't think of that.  Would it make a difference?"
"Yeah.  I suppose that sounds stupid, but it would."
"Okay.  Well, I'll see what I can do to find out.  But if she still has 
it, do you want her?"
"How much?"
"A thousand?"
"That's pretty steep.  I'm spending that much on you and Ashley 
together."
"This is special.  Afterwards, if you wanted her again, it would be a 
lot less."
"I'll think about it."
"Phat.  I bet she'll do it."
Marianne went home after that, and I lay in bed marveling at my sudden 
good fortune.  A few weeks ago, I was dating women my own age and 
dealing with all sorts of pretentious bullshit in exchange for a little 
sex.  Now I had a gorgeous teenage procuress whose sole mission in life 
seemed to be to provide me with as much and as varied sex as possible.  
All I had to do was throw some money at her.  Not something I was 
inclined to complain about.
Later that night, I called one of my credit card companies and told 
them I needed another card for my "stepdaughter," and that it was 
urgent because she was about to take a long vacation.  They promised to 
get it out as soon as they could.
That afternoon, I had scarcely been home five minutes when I heard 
someone knocking hard on the front door.  I looked through the peephole 
and saw about half a dozen teenage boys, some of them wearing football 
letter jackets.  
I opened the door.  The one who had knocked, a tall, athletic kid with 
sandy brown hair, was clearly leading this group, but they were all 
here for a reason, whatever it was.  The looks on their faces were a 
mixture of nervousness and anger.
"Are you Steven Chandler?" the leader said.
"What can I do for you, son?"
"I'm just going to say this once.  You stay the fuck away from my 
girlfriend, do you understand?"
I returned his glare for a few seconds before answering him.
"Are you talking about Marianne?"
"Yeah.  Stay the fuck away from her before I have to fuck you up."
"She's the one who's been coming over here.  I think you need to talk 
to her."
He glanced at his friends, trying to gather his courage.
"I talked to her, all right.  I told her to stay the fuck away from you 
if she knew what was good for her."
"Otherwise you'd fuck her up, is that it?  You like beating up girls?  
I guess that's probably your speed."
I saw his fists clench at his side, and he snorted hard through his 
nostrils.
"Just shut the fuck up, man."
"Or what?  You're going to teach me a lesson for giving your girlfriend 
something you can't seem to?"
His face reddened, and his friends began to mutter.
"Fuck him up, man," one of them said.
"Don't take that shit."
He stood in front of me, fuming, but didn't move.
"This is the football team I'm looking at, right?"
No one answered me, but it was obvious enough.
"You look pretty fit, son, so I'm guessing you've got ambitions of 
playing college ball, don't you?  You're probably talking to recruiters 
already, maybe some of them have even made you some offers?  Let me ask 
you something.  You know who Randy Moss is?  Lawrence Phillips?  Those 
names mean anything to you?"
The other kids glanced at each other, and Marianne's boyfriend glared 
at me, but none of them said anything.
"Both of them had talent to spare, but because they fucked up early on, 
got reputations as troublemakers, few people wanted anything to do with 
them.  Moss was looking at a free ride at Notre Dame before he got in 
trouble.  Fifteen pro teams passed on him before he got drafted, even 
though he should have gone number one.  Things aren't like they used to 
be, son.  This isn't some jerkwater town in Texas we live in, and I 
really doubt you've got as much talent as Randy Moss.  You do something 
stupid here tonight, and you may be kissing college football goodbye 
forever."
I could see them beginning to waver, especially the two kids in back 
who didn't look like they wanted to be here in the first place.
"Do what you came here for if you're going to do it, son.  Otherwise, 
get the fuck off my porch."
The kids began muttering again, and one of them took the boyfriend's 
arm.
"Let's go, man.  You said what you needed to."
He shook his arm free and glared at me once last time.  Then he began 
backing up.  His friends turned to go, and the six them moved back down 
the walkway.  He and I continued to glare at each other until I heard 
my phone ringing in the kitchen.  I kept my gaze on him until I shut 
the door.
The phone kept ringing, and I went back to answer it.  An anguished 
female voice immediately gushed through the line.
"Steve?" 
"Marianne?"
"Yeah, are you all right?  Is everything okay?"
"Your boyfriend just left.  Nothing happened."
She let out growl of disgust and frustration.
"*Ex*-boyfriend.  Fuck him.  Do you know what he did today?"
"What?"
"He called me a cunt.  And a whore.  And a bunch of other names."
I chose my words carefully.
"What exactly does he know?"
"Nothing!  That's what's so fucking stupid!  All he knows is that I 
came over to your place a few times.  His imagination did the rest."
"I'm sorry."
"Fuck it.  I don't care.  Anyway, are you busy?  Can I come over?"
I took the phone back to the living room and looked out the window.  
The boyfriend and his minions appeared to have left.
"Yes.  But be careful."
"Okay.  I'll see you in a minute."
She burst through the front door about ninety seconds later.  She came 
straight up to me and hugged me, putting her forehead on my shoulder.
"Fuck."
"It's all right.  Nothing happened."
"I saw them coming up the street, and I knew right away what they were 
going to do.  I almost called the police.  Then I realized I might get 
you in trouble, too."
"Don't worry about it.  I don't think they'll be back."
"I'm sorry."  She backed up, smiling at me, and moved me toward the 
nearest chair.  "Let me make it up to you."
She kissed me a few times as she unbuttoned my jeans, then pushed me 
into the chair.  She dropped to the floor between my knees and pulled 
my pants down to expose my cock.  It went straight into her mouth, and 
she sucked eagerly on me for a minute or two before withdrawing, 
replacing her mouth with her hand.
"Are you excited about tomorrow night?"
I nodded, gritting my teeth at what she was doing.  She gave my 
cockhead a few licks.
"Ashley is completely stoked about this.  She's been sort of coming on 
to me the last couple of days.  She keeps saying things like 'I didn't 
know you were into girls.'"
She dropped her head again and worked diligently on the end of my dick, 
swirling her tongue around and around as she sucked.
"You've never done something like this before?"
She bobbed a few more times before answering me.
"Nope.  And the truth is, I'm not really into girls.  It doesn't turn 
me off, but it never appealed to me either.  But it's what you want, 
and I can really use that money.  So I'll fuck her for one night.  It's 
no big deal."
She returned to sucking me off, using long slow strokes to push my dick 
to back of her throat.  As I got closer, she concentrated on the head, 
using the tight lips-and-tongue suction that she knew I liked.  I 
groaned, gripping her long blonde hair tightly in my hands, and she 
sped her attack.  I looked down, seeing that her right hand had 
disappeared under her skirt, and from the rapid motions of her arm, I 
could tell she was working just as hard on herself.
A few seconds later, my balls convulsed and I spurted my cum down her 
throat.  As she usually did, she kept sucking and pumping my cock with 
her fist until it was all out and my dick began to deflate.  But this 
time, shortly after I came, she let out a quiet squeak through her nose 
and shuddered between my knees.  Then her other hand reappeared, and 
she used it to caress my balls.
She pulled back, giving my cockhead one last kiss.  She giggled.
"Mmm.  That was fun."
"Yeah.  I saw you helping yourself along there too."
She grinned.
"I get so turned on when I suck you.  Do you mind?"
"No."
She leaned against me, folding her arms over my lap and laying her head 
on top.
"I guess I'm single now.  But that's okay.  Randy better not start any 
more shit at school."
"You two are seniors?"
"Yeah."
"I've never asked this, but how old are you?"
"Seventeen.  I'll be eighteen in about a month, though.  That's not a 
problem, is it?"
"No.  A little late to be worrying about that anyway."
She giggled again.
"Yep."
* * *
Ch. 6 Codes: Mff, ff, teen, oral, anal, piercings
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER SIX
Feeling like this was a sort of special occasion, I spent a few hours 
on Saturday cleaning up the house and the bedroom.  I restocked my 
supply of beer for the girls and got them some munchies to go with it.  
Then I wrote two checks for $500 and put them into separate envelopes.
Marianne's credit card arrived in the mail that afternoon.  Clearly the 
VISA company didn't want to risk losing any of her business.  I saved 
the paperwork and slipped the card into Marianne's envelope.
Marianne and Ashley showed up around eight.  Ashley was about 
Marianne's height, but slimmer and more athletic-looking.  She had long 
straight red hair and blue eyes.  As Marianne had said, Ashley was 
quite cute but not as hot as she was.  She appeared nervous, but 
excited at the same time.
"Hi."
"Hey."
Marianne gave me a quick kiss.
"This is Ashley."
"Nice to meet you."
"You too."
I noticed as Ashley spoke that she had a silver stud through her 
tongue.
"Come on in."
The two of them followed me into the kitchen and I gave them both a 
beer.  Marianne sat on a barstool and dug into the bowl of tortilla 
chips I had sitting out.
"This is a pretty nice house," Ashley said.
"Thanks."
Ashley wore just jeans and pale green T-shirt.  She had a bra on under 
her top, but it did nothing to hide the hard little nipples that were 
trying to come through it.
"So what do you want to do?" Marianne asked.
"Let's just get comfortable first."
"Marianne told me about Randy coming over," Ashley said.  "That was 
pretty fucking lame."
"Teenage boys are not the most mature creatures on the planet."
Both of them laughed.
"That's the fucking truth," she said.
"I talked to Giselle this morning," Marianne said.
"Who?"
"The virgin."
"Oh."
"She claims to still have her cherry.  I pitched the idea to her.  She 
was totally freaked until I told her about the money.  Now she says 
she'll think about it."
"Seriously?"
"Yeah.  But I told her a thousand.  That was okay, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
"Phat.  Do you want to go upstairs?  I'm so fucking horny I can't sit 
here much longer."
Ashley and I both laughed, and I motioned to the stairs.  Marianne 
hopped up and led the way, taking both our hands.  When we got to the 
bedroom, she shut the door and pushed me down on the bed.  Then she 
stood at the end next to Ashley, smiling at me.
"Since I know why you wanted this, we'll start out by ourselves.  You 
can watch as long as you want."
I leaned back against the headboard and slipped off my shirt and 
slacks.  The girls waited until I was ready before turning to each 
other.  They came together in a soft kiss, resting their hands on each 
other's waists.  Ashley seemed to be taking the lead, frenching 
Marianne slowly.  She reached up to cup Marianne's big tits, tweaking 
the nipples through the fabric of her top.  
Marianne began pulling Ashley's T-shirt out of her jeans, and Ashley 
did likewise with Marianne.  Soon they were both down to their bras.  
Ashley kept going, reaching around to free Marianne's tits.  They 
hardly sagged at all coming free from their restraint, and Ashley 
pushed them around, pinching the nipples between thumb and forefinger.
Marianne removed Ashley's bra, exposing her breasts.  Ashley was far 
smaller than Marianne, but not flat-chested either.  Her tits were 
little champagne-glass cones with pale pink nipples sticking straight 
out from her chest.  Marianne put a hand on one and explored it 
tentatively.
Ashley pushed her backwards, getting her to sit on the end of the bed.  
After checking to make sure I could see, she lowered herself to nurse 
Marianne's breasts.  She teased the nipples at first, then sucked as 
much in as she could get.  Marianne's eyes were closed, and deep flush 
of arousal covered her chest.  She held Ashley's head close but 
otherwise remained still.
Ashley sucked on both of Marianne's big breasts until she had the 
nipples standing out in arousal.  Then she began unbuttoning Marianne's 
jeans.  Marianne took a long, nervous breath, and helped her.  A few 
moments later, she was lying back naked on the bed.
Ashley knelt on the floor at Marianne's feet.  She looked up at me, 
grinning nervously, and reached out to play with Marianne's blonde 
pussy.  She tweaked her clit a few times before extending her tongue 
and leaning forward.
Marianne gasped, tensing up, at Ashley's first lick.  Ashley wiggled 
her tongue over her clit, rubbing the silver stud back and forth.  I 
reached for Marianne's hand, and she squeezed me tightly.  Ashley was 
now eating her in earnest, swirling her tongue around Marianne's clit.  
Marianne squeezed my hand again, whimpering softly.  She seemed torn 
between nervousness at this new experience and the sensations Ashley 
was sending through her body.  
I rolled forward, lying on my side behind Marianne's head.  I brushed 
her hair back from her face, looking down between her big tits to where 
Ashley's tongue was dipping and fluttering around between her thighs.  
Marianne's breath was coming in ragged drafts, and I could see her 
abdomen quivering.  She whimpered again, convulsing slightly, and 
finally reached down to Ashley's head.  Ashley responded by speeding 
her attack, moving her tongue in a blur over Marianne's clit.
Marianne began to shudder, then cried out once, twice, finally almost 
screaming as Ashley brought her to orgasm.  Her back arched, and she 
grabbed Ashley's head in both her hands.  Ashley continued licking her 
mercilessly, and Marianne's thighs drummed against her ears.  Marianne 
finally pushed her away, throwing herself back against the bed and 
gasping for breath.
Ashley looked up at me, smiling, and kissed Marianne's abdomen a few 
times.  Marianne reached for her, pulling her up above her.  Ashley 
crawled up to kiss Marianne, and the two girls embraced, moaning and 
giggling at each other.
Marianne then pushed Ashley off, rolling her on her back beside her.  
Ashley giggled, looking up and back at me.  Marianne gave me a nervous 
look and began kissing her way down Ashley's body.  She paused at 
Ashley's hard little tits, licking and sucking her nipples gently.  
Ashley looked down at her, caressing Marianne's face.  After a minute 
or two of this, Marianne descended between Ashley's thighs.
Ashley had bright red pubic hair, trimmed like Marianne's, and Marianne 
spent a moment or two examining her, feeling Ashley with her right 
hand.  She put her thumb on Ashley's clit, caressing it gently.  Then, 
taking a deep breath and looking up at me with a nervous grin on her 
face, she bent to lick at her friend.  
She kept it basic, but seemed to have the general idea.  Ashley closed 
her eyes and lay still as Marianne ate her.  I watched Marianne's 
tongue moving slowly around.  She glanced up at me again, still 
grinning in embarrassment.  But Marianne soon settled down and bent to 
her task more purposefully.  Ashley began to moan and play with her 
breasts as Marianne licked steadily away.  She reached down and put a 
hand on Marianne's head.
"Faster," she moaned.  "Faster."
Marianne's tongue immediately sped up, spinning tight circles around 
Ashley's clit.  A minute or two of this was enough to have Ashley 
grunting and quivering next to me.  She started to shake, and a long 
whine escaped her lips.  Marianne clearly knew what was happening, and 
licked her friend even more eagerly.  Finally, Ashley let out a sharp 
cry and came.
When Ashley's climax was over, Marianne crawled up beside her, 
giggling.  The two girls kissed and fondled each other as they looked 
up at me.
"What did you think of that?" Marianne asked.
"Very nice."
"It wasn't as hard as I thought it would be."
"How did she do?"
"Not bad for a first time," Ashley said, grinning, "but more practice 
wouldn't hurt."
The girls giggled again.
"What do you want to do now?" Marianne asked.
"Come here."
I pulled Marianne up until she was kneeling over Ashley's face.  Ashley 
caressed Marianne's tight little cheerleading butt as she looked up at 
us.  I climbed around behind her head so I could kiss and fondle 
Marianne.  Ashley resumed eating her friend's blonde pussy as Marianne 
put her arms around me, kissing me eagerly.
I played with Marianne's big tits as I kissed her, squeezing the firm, 
spongy flesh.  She had very sensitive nipples, and when I began 
pinching and tweaking them, the combination of that and Ashley's 
attentions seemed too much for her, and she pushed me away.
"Fuck her.  I want you to fuck her while she's eating me."
I moved out from in front of them, and Marianne braced herself on the 
headboard.  I crawled between Ashley's legs, and she spread herself 
open for me.  I positioned my thick erection between her ginger-furred 
pussy lips and pushed forward.  Ashley grunted as I moved into her, 
reaching down and groping at my arm.
I noticed Marianne watching me over her shoulder as I thrust into her 
friend.  She tried to twist around to get a better look.  Ashley 
realized what she was doing and pushed her off.
"Turn around and face him.  I can still eat you that way."
Marianne complied in a second, reversing herself and leaning forward to 
grab my shoulders.  We held each other as I fucked Ashley and Ashley 
ate Marianne.  I used one hand to brace myself and the other to play 
with Marianne's pendulous breasts.
Ashley's pussy was as tight as Marianne's, and the long wait while I 
watched the two of them fucking each other was enough to weaken my 
control.  Marianne sensed the impending crisis and held my head against 
her shoulder.  She bent her head around to lick my ear and whisper 
obscenities to me.
"Fuck her.  I want to watch you coming in her.  I want to feel it."
I felt her hand come up and begin tweaking my nipple.  I groaned, 
fucking Ashley harder, pumping myself into her.  Whatever I was doing 
for her, Ashley did not let up with her attentions to Marianne.  My 
blonde cheerleading fuck-toy was on the verge of orgasm herself, biting 
at my earlobe as she continued to pour a stream of perverse filth into 
my ears.
But Ashley somehow came first.  She let out a shriek, bucking herself 
at my hips, and a moment later I was pouring myself into her, filling 
her belly with long shots of cum.  Marianne joined us instantly, 
shuddering in my arms and biting my ear painfully.  The three of us 
moaned and quivered and climaxed together for several seconds before 
collapsing into a sweaty heap on the bed.
The girls squirmed around until one was on either side of me.  Marianne 
sat up and bent to inspect my deflating cock.  She gave it a few licks 
and then took it in her mouth, sucking off mine and Ashley's orgasmic 
fluids.  I let her do it, though I had to grab her head to keep her 
from moving too fast.
Ashley rolled over and put her head on my chest.
"That was pretty hot."
"No shit."
She looked down and watched her friend sucking my cock.  
"I swear, Marianne is the horniest chick I know."
"I've noticed."
"Want to hear a nasty story?"
"Go ahead."
"I was there when she lost it.  And guess who it was with?"
"Who?"
"My brother.  They did it in our attic while I was sitting there 
watching."
Marianne looked up at me, smiling around my cock, but continued 
working.
"You watched your brother have sex?"
"Yeah, I know, that was pretty perverted, but I was really more 
interested in watching Marianne.   I was still trying to decide if I 
was bi back then."
"How did it happen?"
"In the summer, two years ago.  My brother is a couple of years older 
than me.  Marianne got this huge crush on him, so we were pretty much 
following him around and bugging him for about a month.  My brother is 
kind of dense, but eventually he figured out what she wanted.  That was 
the year she got her tits, and I don't think he really noticed her 
until then.  So they started making out in the attic together.  I was 
there the first time, and I didn't want to leave.  So after that, I 
just stayed there watching when they started fooling around."
My dick had returned to full erection, and Marianne was now sucking 
eagerly away on it, playing with my balls with her free hand.  Ashley 
slid down a little and licked at my nipple, rubbing the stud in her 
tongue over me a few times.
"And he fucked her?"
"After about a month.  Before then he was pretty much just playing with 
her tits.  I swear, he would pull her top off and suck on her nipples 
for like half an hour sometimes.  I don't think he even knew he was 
getting her off doing it, but I could tell.  One day, he just tried to 
take her shorts off, and she let him.  He pulled his dick out a minute 
later, and then they started fucking.  Of course, it only lasted about 
ten seconds."
Marianne lifted off my dick.
"It was the worst fuck I ever I had.  It just took me a while to figure 
that out."
She stroked my hand with her tight fist as she looked up at us.
"I want you to fuck Ashley in the butt."
Ashley's eyebrows shot up, and she glanced at me, then Marianne, in 
shock.
"Come on, I told you about it.  It doesn't hurt that bad."
"I don't know."
"What if I ate you while he was fucking you?"
A twinkle of interest grew in Ashley's eyes.
"Just try it."
"Um.  Okay."
"Phat."  She jumped off the bed and ran into the bathroom to get the 
massage oil.  She returned a moment later and commenced lubricated my 
erection.  Then she had Ashley get on her hands and knees and used her 
index finger to lube up Ashley's butt.
Marianne lay on her back and wriggled up between Ashley's thighs.
"Damn it.  I can't see anything this way.  Let's try it the other 
direction."
Ashley rolled over, and Marianne reversed herself until they were in a 
sixty-nine position.  Marianne looked up at me, grinning, I moved 
forward and guided my cock into Ashley's ass.  Ashley had as tight and 
toned a butt as Marianne did, even if she was a bit skinnier.  Her 
pubes in back were almost orange, a light fringe around her anus.  I 
positioned the head of my cock and slid into her.
Ashley groaned, shuddering, but pushed back at me.  I could see 
Marianne beginning to lick up at her I as fucked her.  Ashley threw her 
long red hair back over her shoulders, arching her back and spreading 
her cheeks to open herself further as I bottomed out.  Marianne's hands 
came up to grip Ashley's ass, and Ashley reached out to brace herself 
on the headboard.
"Fuck!  Fuck!"
"Does it hurt?"
"Yes.  But it feels incredible."
Marianne was licking eagerly away now, and I slid easily in and out of 
Ashley's bowels.  Her sphincter was a tight pinching ring around my 
cock, and her hard buttocks dug into my hips with each thrust.  I 
looked down to see Marianne fucking Ashley with two fingers as I thrust 
at her, and Ashley began letting out anguished whimpers with each 
breath.
We had been working on her for only a minute or two before Ashley 
thrashed in orgasm, battering herself back at me.  I sped my thrusts, 
and Marianne continued eating her without letup.  Ashley suddenly let 
go of the headboard and bent down to lick at Marianne below her.  
Marianne let out a gasp, momentarily losing her rhythm, but the two 
girls were soon eating each other frantically as I continued to plumb 
Ashley's butt.  
Ashley came again a minute later, followed by Marianne, who gripped my 
legs tightly, and as Ashley's sphincter bit down painfully on my cock, 
I finally unloaded my cum deep into her bowels.
The girls recovered before I did and commenced cleaning themselves, and 
me, up.  We dressed and returned to the first floor, where I paid them.  
I saw Marianne's eyes lighting up when she felt the credit card inside 
the envelope, but she said nothing.  Then they kissed me goodbye and 
left.
About five minutes later, my doorbell rang again.  It was Marianne, 
alone, and she slid her arms around my neck, kissing me deeply for a 
few seconds and pressing her big tits against my chest.
"You are *so* cool.  You are the coolest guy on the planet."
I saw the credit card in her hand, and she waved it around a little.
"I promise I won't go crazy with this.  At least not too much."
"You've earned it."
"Thanks.  If you've got anything left, I'd like to show you how much I 
appreciate this."
I laughed weakly.
"Tomorrow."
She grinned.
"First thing.  Expect it."
She gave me a final wink and a kiss, and left.
* * *
Ch. 7 Codes: Mff, teen, oral, first, drugs
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER SEVEN
As she had promised, Marianne appeared at eight the next morning on her 
way to school and gave me a quick blow job before I left for work.  I 
was a little concerned at the neighbors noticing her daylight arrival 
and departure, but if anyone did, I couldn't tell.
That night, she called to tell me that her friend Giselle, the virgin, 
had agreed to sell her virginity to me for a thousand bucks provided 
Marianne came with her to "chaperone" the event.
"Is this going to be another three-way?" I asked her.
"I doubt it."  She giggled over the line.  "But do you want it that 
way?"
"We'll see.  Don't force anything."
"This is going to be so hot.  I can't wait."
"You're going to watch?"
"Giselle insisted.  She's pretty nervous about this.  But I would have 
wanted to anyway."
"When?"
"Tomorrow night.  But could I ask you a favor?"
"Shoot."
"Could you get us some bud?  I think it would help loosen her up."
I laughed.
"I don't think I've smoked pot since I was your age.  But I'll see what 
I can do."
"Thanks.  I've got a bong, but the guy we used to buy from got busted, 
and I'm not sure where to go now."
I told her not to worry about it, that I knew some people I could talk 
to.  I knew my cousin still smoked a bowl now and then, and when I 
called him the next day, he agreed to set me up with an ounce of prime 
Thai weed.  I picked it up on the way home from work that afternoon and 
went back to set things up for the girls that night.
Marianne and Giselle showed up at eight.  Giselle was quite a bit 
taller than Marianne, about five-ten, willowy, with a long mane of 
tawny brown hair.  As Marianne had described, she had a vaguely 
European-model look to her face, with deep green eyes.  I shook her 
hand, which was long-boned and fragile.  She met my gaze only briefly 
before looking down.
Marianne got two beers out of the refrigerator and gave one to Giselle.
"Did you get the dope?"
"Yep."
"Phat.  Where is it?"
I dug it out of my briefcase and handed it to her.  Marianne opened the 
baggy and sniffed.
"Mmm.  This is good stuff."
She pulled her bong out of her purse and went to the sink to fill it 
up.  I glanced at Giselle, who hadn't said a word since we arrived.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded but said nothing.  I watched as Marianne prepared the bong, 
packing a tight bowl and lighting it up.  She took a long drag and 
handed it to Giselle.
I expected Giselle to display some nervousness about this, but instead 
she took the bong without pausing and proceeded to inhale the rest of 
the load.  Marianne grinned slightly as my eyebrows rose.  She 
suppressed a cough and then exhaled.
"Giselle's not such a good girl, even if she is a virgin."
Giselle smiled at me for the first time, still holding onto her drag.  
Her eyelids drooped a little, and she finally exhaled.  Marianne packed 
another load for me, then took a swig of her beer.
I hadn't used one of these things since college, but they hadn't 
appeared to have changed much since then.  I took a slow drag and 
immediately coughed most of it out.  Marianne rubbed my back.
"Are you all right?"
"It's just been a while.  Give me a minute."
I gave it another try and then handed the bong to Marianne.  She took a 
drag and gave it to Giselle, who finished it off again.  
Marianne gulped down a few more swallows of beer, then noticed the 
envelope on the counter.  She picked it up and peeked inside.  
"Is this for us?"
I nodded.  She handed it to Giselle, who slipped into her purse without 
opening it.
"Thanks."
"No problem," I said.
"I don't want you to get the wrong idea about me, okay?  I was kind of 
thinking about something like this anyway, losing it to an older guy 
instead of somebody my age.  But this money could make the difference 
between going to college next year and working at McDonald's."
"I understand.  Don't worry about it.  You can consider it a 
contribution to your college fund if you want."
She nodded, and I noticed Marianne grinning at both of us.  I reached 
out and ran my fingers through her hair, and she leaned against me, 
still smiling.
In a few minutes, the three of us were thoroughly ripped.  I sat down 
in the den, and Marianne lay across my lap and put my hand on her tits.  
She was wearing another short baby-tee to showcase her chest, and I 
played idly with her nipples as Giselle watched us from the other end 
of the couch.  Marianne stroked Giselle's smooth thigh with her toes, 
which I noticed were adorned with a couple of silver rings.
Giselle suddenly sat up and pulled her top over her head.  She had been 
wearing a black spaghetti-strap bra top, and she proved to have nothing 
under it.  She crawled up next to me and leaned in to kiss me.
I slipped my tongue in her mouth as her arms slid around my neck.  I 
reached up to feel her hard little tits, and a moment later I felt 
Marianne reaching up to tweak one of Giselle's nipples.  But after a 
few moments, Marianne moved out of the way to let Giselle straddle me.  
She sat next to us and just watched.
Giselle just kissed me and let me play with her.  When I had my fill of 
her tits (I was too enamoured of Marianne's ample endowments to be much 
satisfied with Giselle's little boobs, however nicely shaped they might 
have been), I moved down to caress her long legs.  I stroked her thighs 
for a minute before reaching under her skirt.  I slid my fingers up to 
her butt, and thereupon discovered that she had no panties on either.
She pulled back from kissing me and bit my lip gently.
"I never wear panties."
"Even during games?  When you're doing cheers?"
She smiled.
"Well, except for then."
"I dare you to go commando at the game next weekend," Marianne said.
Giselle licked her lips and looked at her friend for a second or two.
"I will if you will."
Marianne stroked my leg with her toes.
"Only if Steve comes to watch us."
They both looked at me expectantly.
"You're talking about cheerleading with nothing on under your skirts?"
Marianne grinned at me.
"Uh-huh."
"That's something I'd sure like to see."
"Then we'll do it.  Maybe I can talk the rest of them into doing it 
too."
"There's no way in hell Melinda or Anne will do something like that," 
Giselle said.
Marianne grinned evilly.
"I bet I can find a way to convince them."
"How many girls are on the squad?"
"Eight.  You've met, and fucked, about half of us now.  I'm going to do 
my best to get the rest of them over here."
Before I could digest this information, Giselle went back to kissing 
me, and I decided the issue could wait until later.  I pushed her skirt 
up to her waist, rendering her effectively nude.  Marianne leaned over 
to help her out of it, leaving me with a naked virgin on my lap.
I had a good buzz going, so I was content to just play with her and 
explore for a while.  Though Giselle was on the thin side, like 
Marianne she was tight and toned from all their cheerleading.  She made 
me suck on her nipples for a few minutes, then went back to kissing me.
As Giselle sucked on my tongue, I explored between her neatly trimmed 
labes.  She was almost dripping into my lap, and when I slipped the tip 
of my finger into her, I discovered that her cherry was indeed still 
intact.  I probed gently against it, causing Giselle to squirm in my 
grip.
"Do you think it will hurt?"
"Not too much."
I withdrew my finger and rubbed the edge of it against her clit.  She 
responded by kissing me even more vigorously, arms tight around my 
head.  I diddled her like that for a few minutes, and she soon had my 
face pressed against her shoulder as she gasped and whimpered.  All of 
a sudden, her hands clamped down on my shoulders.  She let out a soft 
cry and shook in orgasm, squirting even more wetness into my hand.  I 
kept playing with her, and she came again after another minute or so.  
Then she pushed herself back, pressing her forehead, damp with sweat, 
against my face.
"I'm ready," she gasped.  "I want you to fuck me."
"Okay.  But not here."
I stood up, still holding her in my arms, and carried her to the 
bedroom.  Marianne followed, loosing her clothes in the process.  I 
laid Giselle on the bed, stripped out of my clothes myself, and lay 
down next to her.  Marianne lay down on the other side of her to watch.
I kissed and caressed Giselle for about a minute as she tentatively 
explored my erection with her hand.  Then she rolled on her back, 
pulling at me, and I climbed between her thighs.  Marianne sat up, 
peering in to get a good look at what I was about to do.
Giselle lay perfectly still, legs spread, as I aimed myself into her.  
I poked the head of my cock between her lips, meeting her hymen and 
pushing gently against it.  It resisted for longer than I expected (but 
then, it must have been tougher than usual to survive routine splits 
and all that jumping around), but then I broke through it a second 
later.  Giselle squeaked and dug her nails into my waist as I slipped 
into her.
"Okay?"
She nodded, eyes closed.
"I saw it pop," Marianne said, grinning at me.
Giselle tried to spread herself wider as I moved in, but even then, 
this was tightest pussy I had ever fucked.  It almost hurt, and I was 
secretly glad that Marianne had not warmed me up with oral sex as she 
usually did, because I would have probably come immediately.  Both of 
us moaned as I bottomed out, and Giselle embraced me tightly.  
"Make me come," she whispered into my ear.  "Will you make me come?"
I tried to nod, and withdrew slowly.  I had to concentrate on what I 
was doing, because her pussy was so delicious that I didn't think this 
would last too long.  I took it easily at first, and the crisis soon 
appeared to pass.  I had enough experience at my age to recognize her 
triggers and movements, and I stayed deeply inside her, grinding myself 
against her clit.  She writhed under me, moaning, arms and legs sliding 
up and down my body.  I glanced over at Marianne, who was watching us 
eagerly.  She reached out and caressed my butt briefly.
I turned back to Giselle and increased the tempo, watching the flush of 
impending orgasm spread across her chest.  Her nipples stood straight 
out from her breasts like little fence posts, and I bent to nibble on 
them as I fucked her.  She started to whimper, rolling her hips faster 
and faster under me, urging me on.  I pumped her vise-like teen twat in 
a steady rhythm, and a few seconds later, her back arched, she spiked 
herself up at me, and she let out a shriek as she came.  Her cunt bit 
down on my cock so hard that spots appeared before my eyes.  She 
appeared locked in the grip of a massive seizure, and my control 
evaporated.  I pounded her madly, barely able to move in her tight 
grip, and as another orgasm wracked her body, I drove in as far as I 
could go and came like a fire hose.
We continued grunting and thrusting at each other for a good minute 
before I fell back onto her.  I rolled off as soon as I was able so as 
not to suffocate her.  She lay where I left her, still gasping for 
breath.  Marianne snuggled against me, putting her head on my chest.
"I hope you have some left for me."
"Give me a few minutes," I gasped.
As I expected, her head drifted down my abdomen, and she was soon 
sucking my cock, damp with Giselle's spendings and virginal blood.  I 
was still buzzed from the pot we'd smoked earlier, so I closed my eyes 
and just wallowed in the sensations.  I didn't move until I felt 
Giselle trying to move under my arm a minute or two later.  I let her, 
and she pressed closely against me, nuzzling my neck.
"You fuck like a god," she moaned softly.  
I didn't know what to say to that, so I just held her.  She kissed my 
neck a few times.
"Do you want some more weed?"
"Help yourself."
She climbed out of bed and went downstairs, still naked.  She returned 
a minute later with the bong and the bag of marijuana.  I watched her 
lithe, lanky frame moving gracefully across the room, deciding that she 
was certainly very hot in her own way, even if I preferred Marianne.  
Giselle sat cross-legged on the bed next to us and packed another load, 
watching as Marianne continued to suck on my aching erection.
Giselle took a drag and handed me the bong.  I took a hit, holding it 
in more easily this time, and held it out to Marianne.  She finished 
the load, and then took me back in her mouth without exhaling.  She 
held me between her lips, and I could feel the acrid smoke biting at 
the head of my cock.  Marianne let it drift out the corners of her 
mouth, and I watched it curling around her face and my balls.
I closed my eyes again and lay back, letting Marianne and the dope do 
their work.  I reached out to Giselle, caressing her thighs.  She 
squeezed my hand once but remained still.
Marianne finally relented with the blow job and climbed up to straddle 
me.  I felt her take my cock in her hand, and a moment later, I was 
sinking into her tight, wet pussy.
I let her ride me as she wanted to, and she bounced herself to couple 
of orgasms within a few minutes.  Then she stretched herself out on top 
of me, and I felt her lips pressing against mine.  Her tongue slipped 
into my mouth, and I returned the kiss.
"Not passing out on me, are you?"
"No.  I'm just lying here enjoying this."
I opened my eyes, looking up at her.  Her long blonde hair had fallen 
down around our faces in a shroud.  I kissed her nose and stared into 
her blue eyes.
"Where should I come?"
"In me," she whispered.  "I went and got one of those shots.  I'm safe 
for a few months."
"Mmm."
I had a sudden idea.
"Can you do the splits?"
Her eyebrows creased in amusement.
"Sure.  Why?"
"Think you could do them now?"
"On you?  While we're fucking?"
"Think you can?"
She laughed.
"I'll try."
She sat back, and Giselle moved out of the way.  Marianne stood up on 
the bed above me, leaning forward to balance herself on the headboard.  
Then she dropped slowly down, spreading her legs straight out.  I held 
my erection up, and she worked herself awkwardly down onto me again.
She giggled.
"This feels *so* weird."
"You should see how it looks," Giselle said.
Even though she was stretched completely open, she was still quite 
tight around me.  I held her hips and helped her move back and forth.  
She got into a rhythm fairly quickly, rolling her hips up and down.
"Do you like it?  Does it feel different?"
I nodded, needing to come after being up for so long.  Marianne rocked 
herself eagerly above me, and I held her little cheerleader butt in my 
hands.  In a minute or two, she brought me to the brink, and I squirted 
off in her tight teen twat.
We smoked another bong load after that to unwind, and the girls left 
about ten.  I lay in bed savoring the buzz and wondering what Marianne 
was going to do for me next.
* * *
Ch. 8 Codes: Mf, teen, oral, drugs
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER EIGHT
Marianne had been coming over to my place just about every afternoon, 
so I finally gave her a key so she could let herself in after school.  
Thursday afternoon, I came home to find her sunning herself by the pool 
wearing nothing but a dental floss thong.  Her top was on the cement 
beside her, and her bong sat next to a beer on the table by her sunbed.  
She lay on her back, her big tits growing red in the sun.
She smiled as I approached, and I bent to kiss her, tasting the pot on 
her breath.
"Hi, babe."
"Hey.  Not getting cold out here?"
"No, it's nice.  Why don't you come out?"
I went inside and changed into swim trunks.  Marianne was where I had 
left her, and I pulled a sunbed up beside her.  She sat up and began 
packing another bong load, which she lit and handed to me.  I took a 
brief hit and gave it back to her.
"I feel like I'm in college again."
"Did you smoke a lot of pot back then?"
"Some.  Not that much.  It's just this combination of dope and non-stop 
sex that makes me feel that way."
She giggled, already buzzed.
"Not complaining, are you?"
"Nope.  Just an observation."
"I think Giselle wants to come back over.  Ashley, too."
"Giselle isn't expecting another thousand bucks, is she?"
"No, she understands.  I really think she's more interested in the sex 
anyway.  Was she a good fuck?"
"For a virgin, yeah."
Marianne took a swig of her beer and lay back on the sunbed.
"I was thinking."
"About what?"
"I've got another virgin for you, if you want her.  But this might not 
be your thing."
"Another cheerleader?"
"Well . . . yes, she is.  But not on my squad."
"Who is she?"
She grinned at me nervously.
"My sister."
My eyebrows went up.
"Your sister?"
"Yeah.  She's, um, she's fifteen, but she's definitely blooming early.  
I probably catch her jerking off about once a week.  I think she's 
going to lose it one way or another pretty soon anyway, so why not with 
you?"
"And she's a cheerleader?"
"On the J.V. squad."
I thought about it for a moment.
"What's she like?"
"A lot like me.  Blonde, big boobs, and all.  She's not as big as me 
yet, but I think she'll get there eventually.  She can be kind of 
bratty sometimes, but she's not bad once you get to know her."
"I'll think about it.  What would you tell her about the money?"
She pursed her lips.
"I suppose I could just tell her you were helping me out with college 
or something, and I would be sharing it with her."
"You know, I've never stopped to wonder what your folks are thinking 
about all this."
Marianne shrugged.
"I'm in and out of the house all the time anyway.  I think they just 
assume I'm going over to one of my friends."
She rolled on her side, smiling at me, and I watched as her big tits 
hung down on top of each other.  I reached out and tweaked a nipple 
gently.  Her eyelids drooped, and I could tell she was getting 
seriously ripped.
"What?"
"Wanna fuck?"
"Out here?"
"Why not?  Nobody to see us."
I crawled over on top of her, and she took my waist in her hands.  I 
bent to kiss her deeply, and she immediately began digging into my swim 
trunks.  She found my cock and commenced stroking it.
I slid down, kissing and sucking on her neck.  She tasted of sweat and 
pot and suntan oil, and she cradled my head in her hands as I reached 
her breasts.  I sucked on her nipples alternately, slapping those big 
mounds of flesh around, feeling the weight.  She giggled as I did it, 
then reached down to slide off her thong.  I moved further down, 
dragging my tongue across her abdomen, until I was down between her 
thighs with my face in her blonde pussy.
She laid her legs over my shoulder as I began to eat her, digging her 
nails in to my hair.  I lapped at her rapidly, drinking up her musky 
scent.  She groaned when I stuck my tongue inside her, wiggling it 
around.  I fucked her with it, using a free hand to diddle her clit.  
She pushed me off before I brought her to orgasm.
"Come on.  Come here."
She pulled me to her, jerking down my shorts to free my erection.  It 
disappeared into her mouth in an instant, and I held her head as she 
bobbed up and down rapidly.  She gripped my butt cheeks in her hands, 
urging me to fuck her mouth.  I thrust at her, sliding back and forth 
between her lips as she massaged me with her tongue.  Then she 
withdrew, stroking me eagerly with her hand.
"Are you ready?  Do you want to fuck me?"
"God, yes."
"Come on, then."
She lay back on the sunbed, and as I lowered myself on to her, she 
pulled up her legs to her shoulders, almost folding herself in half.
"Like this.  Make me do the splits on you again."
She was ready enough and oily enough from the suntan oil that I slipped 
into her almost before I knew it.  She groaned, pulling me closer, and 
I buried myself into her tight teenage pussy.  I had to hold her butt 
in my hands to keep this position stable, and I felt all her firm 
cheerleading muscles pressed against my chest.
She couldn't move much like this, so I began pumping her eagerly, 
bottoming out each time.  She grunted with each thrust, teeth grinding 
against each other.
"Come on.  Fuck me!  Harder!"
I tried to oblige, almost pounding her ass now, and she began to 
shudder and thrash under me.  She came with a shriek, arms and legs 
flailing around me, but I didn't slow down.   I closed my eyes, 
thinking only of that wet teen twat gripping my cock with each thrust.  
Marianne came again, and her legs slipped free from my shoulders.  She 
somehow kept herself spread widely for me, and I drove myself into her 
in a frenzy.  Finally, as my thrusts knocked the rear legs of her 
sunbed back into the grass of my lawn, I erupted inside her, convulsing 
with each shot of cum.  Marianne collapsed onto the sunbed under us, 
and I fell onto her firm teenage body.
"Fuck.  Fuck," she gasped.  
"Yeah."
She giggled.
"That hurt."
"Sorry."
She put her arms around me.
"It's okay.  I love it."
I climbed off of her after a minute and jumped into the pool to cool 
off.  Marianne followed me a moment later, and swam up to where I was 
leaning against the side wall.  She put her arms around my waist and 
pressed her tits against my chest.  I bent down and kissed her.
"Steve?"
"Hmm."
"I know we've never really talked about this . . . but what exactly do 
we have here?  It's not just sex, is it?"
"It's not to me."
"Okay.  I mean, I feel a little weird calling you my boyfriend, but I 
guess you kind of are.  Right?"
"Yes.  I've certainly been thinking of you as my girlfriend these last 
couple of weeks."
"Even with all the money?"
"I'm paying these other girls for sex.  With you, I'm just doing it 
because I like you."
She smiled and pressed closer to me.
"I like you, too."
"But you don't care about my screwing your friends?"
"No.  I know that's weird, but I don't.  I guess it's just more fun to 
share."
"Yeah."
"So, anyway.  About my sister.  Are you interested?"
"I'll think about it."
"Okay.  I'll see what I can do to warm her up to it.  Just let me 
know."
She lifted up on her toes to kiss me again.
"Let's go inside."
We climbed out of the pool and dried off, then went up to the bedroom.  
I lay down and Marianne lay beside me, putting her arm on my chest and 
setting her chin on top of it.  We lay together quietly, holding each 
other, for about ten minutes before Marianne began snuggling and 
kissing me again.
After a minute or two, she rose up on my chest and pushed her breasts 
into my face.  I pulled a nipple into my mouth and sucked on it gently, 
stroking the end with my tongue.  When it was suitably stiff and erect, 
Marianne replaced it with her other tit, to which I gave equal 
attention.
She came up on her hands and knees above me, and swung her breasts back 
and forth over my mouth until both nipples were red and swollen.  Then 
she was climbing up further and presenting her blonde pussy to my 
mouth.
I licked her eagerly, lapping up her sweet fluids.  She was still wet 
from the pool, and I could taste the chlorine in her pubes.
"Steve," she moaned.
"Hmm?"
"Would you ever want me to shave?"
I had to push her off my tongue to answer her.
"No.  Keep it like this.  Blonde pussies should never be shaved."
She giggled, settling back down on my mouth.  I took her firm butt in 
my hands and pulled her closer, holding her tight against my tongue.  
She rolled her hips back and forth slowly as I ate her, and I moved the 
tip of my tongue around and around her clit for several minutes.  Her 
abdomen began to heave and twitch as she braced herself against the 
wall.  Soft whimpers escaped her lips as she neared orgasm.  I sped my 
attack, keeping her close to my mouth.  A deep, convulsive shiver began 
in her stomach, and a moment later she was thrashing violently against 
my grip as she came.  I held on to her, continuing to pummel her clit 
with my tongue, until she let out a shriek and threw herself to the 
side.
She lay there, shaking and gasping for breath, for at least a minute.  
Then she slid across my body and took my cock in her mouth.  She licked 
and sucked easily for a minute or two.  When I was erect again, she 
withdrew, stroking it with her hand.
"I thought guys liked shaved pussies."
"On some women, it looks good.  But as far as I'm concerned, there are 
too few blonde and red-haired pussies in the world to shave any of 
them."
That remark sent Marianne into hysterical convulsions of laughter, and 
it was a minute or two before she could recover enough to respond.  
"Do you know how stupid that sounds?  What difference does it make what 
color my pubic hair is?"
"I don't know.  It just does."
She giggled again.
"Well, I'm glad you like it then."
She went back to sucking me off, and though she got me to come in her 
mouth a few minutes later, she continued giggling throughout the entire 
effort.
* * *
Ch. 9 Codes: Mff, teen, first, oral, drugs
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER NINE
Marianne called me at work just before four o'clock the next day.
"You are not going to believe this."
"What's up?"
"I told you how horny my sister is, right?  I did get that across to 
you clearly enough?"
"Yeah."
"Well, as it turns out, she didn't need any warming up to the idea.  
She jumped at it before I even finished my explanation."
I heard something moving around in the background and Marianne covering 
the mouthpiece with her hand.  I thought I could hear her saying 
something like "Jeez, chill a second, will you?"  Then she came back on 
the line.
"Sorry."
"Is she there?"
"Yes.  She's sitting right next to me.  She made me call you.  She 
wants to do this like two hours ago."
"This afternoon?"
"Yeah.  Is that a problem?  We could just meet you at your place when 
you get home."
"Could you get rid of her a second?"
"Yeah, sure, hold on."
I heard the two of them arguing in the background, and Marianne came 
back a few seconds later.
"Okay, she's gone."
"What exactly did you tell her?"
She laughed.
"Hardly anything.  I got her started talking about sex and what she was 
thinking about when she would lose it, and she's like 'I want it so 
bad,' and all except there isn't anybody she wants to do it with that 
she's really friends with.  She knows about you, sort of, that I broke 
up with Randy and that we're seeing each other.  She doesn't know about 
any of the rest of it.  Anyway, she just goes, 'You're so fucking 
lucky,' and I say, 'I bet Steve would do it with you if you wanted.'  I 
expected her to freak, you know, and I had this long speech prepared 
about how we have a really understanding relationship and I wouldn't 
mind since it was her, but instead she just grabs my arm really hard 
and goes, 'Really?!'  Then she made me call you so we could do it now."
"What is she expecting?"
She laughed again.
"What do you think?  She wants you to fuck her brains out."
I had to laugh myself.
"Okay.  I should be home around six."
"Cool.  We'll be waiting."
I picked up a six-pack of beer on the way home and returned to find the 
two of them sharing a bong load by the pool.  Both were in bathing 
suits, Marianne in her dental floss bikini and her sister in something 
only slightly more modest.  Marianne got up and gave me a kiss.
"This is Hayley."
"Hi."
She got up, smiling at me eagerly, and shook my hand.  Hayley resembled 
her sister quite a bit, though she was shorter and younger-looking.  
Her blonde hair was not as long as Marianne's, and her tits, though 
entirely delicious, were at best about to leave the C-cup world behind.
"You've got a really nice place."
"Thanks."
"Can we go do it now?"
Marianne and I both burst out laughing.
"Let me unwind a little."  Hayley had a hurt look in her eyes, so I 
rubbed her head affectionately.  "Just be patient."
"Okay.  Sorry.  I'm just really excited about this."
Marianne reached for the bong and handed it to her.
"Have another hit.  Relax already."
I went upstairs to change out of my suit, and I came back down to find 
the two of them sitting in the kitchen in the barstools along the 
counter.  I opened a beer for myself and spent a moment admiring these 
two gorgeous bikini-clad blondes.  Hayley, being fifteen, was more cute 
than beautiful, but she was still very attractive.  Marianne finished 
packing a load into her bong, then lit up and handed it over.  I took a 
drag, and Hayley took it from me.  She appeared to be getting quite a 
buzz already. 
She giggled.
"This is only making me hornier."
Marianne slid off her barstool.
"Let's go upstairs."
The three of us went up to the bedroom, and I watched as the two girls 
slipped out of their bikinis.  Hayley's blonde twat was trimmed like 
Marianne's, but her breasts were not as round and full.  If anything, 
they appeared even firmer than her sister's were, and her nipples stood 
out like cherries on an ice cream sundae.
She walked up to me, a glint of nervousness in her eyes.  I put one 
hand on her shoulder and brushed the other one through her hair.  She 
bent her head back, waiting for me to kiss her.  I did, slowly, and she 
leaned against me.  I felt the sharp points of her breasts pressing 
against my chest.  Her arms went around my neck, and I reached up to 
fondle her.  
Like Marianne's, Hayley's tits were firm and springy, holding their 
shape no matter how much I played with them.  She began to giggle when 
I tweaked her nipples, twisting them between thumb and forefinger, but 
let me do it.
I looked up to see Marianne on the bed, watching us.  Hayley turned 
around to grin at her sister, then dropped to her knees in front of me.  
Marianne smiled at me evilly as Hayley kissed the head of my cock.
"I told her about everything you like."
I was about to answer her, but at that point Hayley took most of my 
cock into her mouth.  Her nervousness seemed to have evaporated, and 
she bobbed eagerly on my dick.  I held her head in my hands, marveling 
at how much she felt like Marianne.  She kept it up, sucking and 
massaging me with her tongue, until I had to pull her off.
She stood up and went straight to the bed, lying down to wait for me.  
Marianne lay there with an amused grin on her face.
I crawled on top of Hayley, kissing her deeply.  She put her arms 
around me and pressed her hard teenage body against mine.  The firm 
pressure of her breasts reminded me of those luscious endowments, and I 
slid down to take a nipple in my mouth.  She started giggling again as 
I sucked back and forth on her wonderful tits.  I felt between her 
legs, finding her quite wet and ready.  I found her virginity a moment 
later, and she squirmed under me as I tweaked her clit.
Wanting to warm her up as much as possible, I descended further and 
began licking her cute little blonde pussy.  She hadn't been kidding 
about being turned on, and she was coming within a minute.  Unlike her 
sister, she didn't make much noise--she just squeezed my hands and 
shivered as she came.  Only at the end, when the intensity of it forced 
her to push me away, did she let out a tiny squeak.  
I looked up to see Marianne caressing Hayley's face and smiling at me.
"What are we going to use?  I still don't have any rubbers."
"She's on the pill.  She has been for six months."
"And you're not?"
"They were weirding me out.  I went off it last year."
Hayley reached for me, pulling me back up on top of her.  She kissed me 
deeply, spreading her legs as I maneuvered into position.  As wet as 
she was, I slipped between her lips very easily, and as soon as I met 
her hymen, it surrendered to my invasion.  She moaned, arching her 
back, as I moved into her.  She was as tight as Giselle had been, a hot 
fleshy fist around my cock, and she writhed against me like a cat.  At 
Marianne's direction, she pulled up her legs to my side, allowing me to 
bottom out and press against her cervix.  She whimpered and dug her 
nails into my back.
Marianne giggled.
"Pretty nice, huh?"
Hayley nodded, holding me tightly, and I began to move slowly within 
her.  She matched my movements, rolling her hips with each of my 
thrusts.  I lifted up from her chest, regarding her luscious little 
fifteen-year-old body.  Her tits stuck straight up at me, and I 
couldn't resist bending down to suck on them as I fucked her.  Between 
that and grinding myself expertly against her clit, I had her in orgasm 
within a minute or two.  Again, she made scarcely a sound, only quaking 
and shivering under me and squeezing my cock tightly with her teenage 
cunt.  
I withdrew and rolled her on her stomach, stabbing between her hard 
cheerleader buttocks from behind.  She moaned into the pillow, butting 
herself eagerly back at me.  I reached under her to grip her tits with 
one hand and her wet blonde twat with the other.  I felt myself as I 
fucked her, fitting my fingers around her lips and clit.  I rubbed her 
briskly as I thrust into her, and she was shuddering in orgasm again 
within a minute or two.
I let her rest, and she rolled on her back again, opening herself to 
me.  I slipped back into her tight pussy, and she bent up to bite at my 
ear.
"Come in me now, you can come in me now."
I sped my thrusts, making her whimper and clutch at me.  I glanced at 
Marianne again, seeing her lying there smiling at us.  Hayley held 
tightly on to me as I fucked her rapidly, and as I felt my cum finally 
beginning to rise, she shivered into a third climax.  The spasms of her 
delicious teen pussy were enough to get me off, and I spurted my cum as 
deeply into her as I could get.    
I rolled off her, next to Marianne, and tried to catch my breath.  
Marianne sat up to look at us, grinning.  
"That was pretty hot."
I nodded.  I expected Marianne to begin her usual post-fuck blow job 
routine, and she did not disappoint.  She sucked my cum and her 
sister's spendings off me, and soon had me erect again.  Hayley rolled 
onto my shoulder to watch, and I ran my fingers through her hair.  She 
snuggled against me, making contended little noises.
"Thanks."
"No problem."
"That was really good.  I hope I was okay."
"You were great."
Marianne rose up from my erection, stroking it rapidly with her fist.
"Your turn?" I asked.
"No.  I want you to fuck her again."
Hayley sat up, brushing her hair around her head.
"I'd like to do it again, but could we maybe try something different?"
"Like what?" Marianne asked.
"I don't know.  What do you guys like to do?"
Marianne grinned.
"He fucks me in the ass sometimes."
Hayley's eyes swelled.
"No shit?  Doesn't that hurt?"
"It does, but it feels good, too.  Wanna try it?"
Hayley looked at me with concern.
"Um."
I caressed her back.
"We can do something else."
"He likes bj's," Marianne said.  "You could do that if you want."
That seemed to pique her interest.
"Okay."
Hayley lay down beside me, opposite her sister.
"Just do it like I showed you.  It's not that hard."
Marianne withdrew a little, and Hayley took her place.  She took me 
into her mouth and began to bob slowly.  Marianne kept her hand on the 
base of my cock, stroking the shaft as Hayley sucked.  They worked on 
me together for a few minutes, Hayley milking the head with her lips 
and tongue, Marianne stroking the rest with her fist.  I played with 
both of them, caressing buttocks and breasts gently, watching these two 
blonde sisters trying to get me off.  A few more minutes of eager 
sucking were enough to bring me to the brink.
Marianne knew me well enough to recognize what was about to happen.
"He's about to come.  Get ready."
I felt Hayley tensing up beside me, but she moved her mouth even faster 
over my erection.  Although she kept her lip-lock on my dick as I began 
to climax, she let out a startled squeak at the first shot of come.  
Marianne used her fist to pump it all into her sister's mouth, and 
Hayley began gulping it down.  When Marianne was satisfied that I was 
done about a minute later, she sat up.  Hayley let go and sat up with 
her.
"How was that?  Did I do it okay?"
I nodded, reaching for her and rubbing her thigh.  She grinned proudly.
We returned to the backyard a bit later, sharing another bong load and 
cooling off in the pool.  I expected Marianne to want some attention 
after letting her sister go at me twice, and sure enough, she did.  She 
summoned another erection with her mouth, and we did it in the jacuzzi 
with Hayley watching raptly beside us.  The girls finally went home 
around eight.
* * *
Ch. 10 Codes: Mf, teen, oral, rom
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TEN
When I got home on Monday, I came into the house from the garage to 
hear something strange: cheesy mood music coming from the stereo, 
overlaid with moaning and grunting.  I entered the den to find Marianne 
watching a porn flick she had apparently found in the TV cabinet.  She 
rolled her head back on the couch as I came in, grinning at me.  She 
was down to T-shirt and panties, and her right hand was inside her 
drawers.  On the screen, two blonde sluts were attempting to screw 
Peter North to death.
"Hi."
"What are you doing, kitten?"
"What does it look like?"
"Have I missed anything?"
"No.  I was just warming myself up for you."
I bent down to kiss her, and she put her arm around my neck, sucking on 
my tongue.  Her other hand came out of her panties to grope at mine, 
trying to get me to finish the job.
I broke the kiss, laughing.
"Whoa, girl."
"Come on, I'm horny."
"I just got home."
She rolled over and came up on her knees to face me.  She was so 
gorgeous sitting there looking up at me--big tits and hard nipples 
straining at her top, long blonde hair all tousled around her head, big 
blue eyes demanding immediate attention, and the smell of sex wafting 
up from her damp panties--that I almost gave in and grabbed her then 
and there.  But I suddenly wanted to wait.
"Babe, are you familiar with the concept of delayed gratification?"
She pouted.
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not complaining about all this attention, I'd just like to take 
you on a normal date for once."
"On a Monday?"
"Why not?"
She perked up at this idea.
"Where?"
"Wherever you want.  Dinner.  I'm not in the mood to cook anyway."
She hopped off the couch and got to her feet.  She put her arms around 
my waist and pressed her firm teenage body against me.
"Sure you don't want dessert first?"
"Afterward."
"Okay.  Should I change clothes?"
"If you feel like it.  Nothing fancy."
She lifted up on her toes and kissed me.
"Give me a few minutes.  I'll be right back."
She ran out the front door and I went upstairs to change into something 
more casual.  Marianne returned about fifteen minutes later, having 
changed into a sleeveless yellow sundress.
"Is this okay?"
"Beautiful."
It was still early, so the sun was only just now setting.  We climbed 
into my SLK230 convertible and drove down out of the hills toward the 
beach.  Marianne just stretched out in her seat, letting her long hair 
flutter around her.  She smiled at me, that smile speaking volumes.  I 
looked at her beside me, sun going down behind her, and I suddenly 
thought of something that hadn't really occurred to me before now.
What else did I really want in a woman?
She was bright, sexy, personable, and clearly crazy about me, whatever 
reasons she might have for being attracted to someone old enough to be 
her father.  She was young enough that she would stay the way she was 
for quite a while.  She had the sort of bone structure and healthy glow 
that had me convinced that she would be just as beautiful at forty, 
even if I might be too old then (at 64) to enjoy it as much as I did 
now.
She suddenly put her hand over her mouth in surprise.
"What?"
"We need to go back."
"Did you forget something?"
The surprise turned into a sly grin.
"Yeah.  My panties.  Is that a problem?"
I laughed and rubbed her thigh.
"You're going to kill me one of these days."
She hugged my arm.
"I'm doing my best."
We got a table at a seafood place on the water, and since it was just 
before seven on a weeknight, we got a table by the back window.  I 
ordered a bottle of wine, and though the waitress gave Marianne a 
suspicious glance, she said nothing and served us both.
When the waitress left, Marianne continued to stare after her, a crease 
of distress marring her pretty face.
"What's the matter?"
"Did you see how she was looking at me?"
"What do you mean?"
"Like, 'Here's the rich guy and the trophy girlfriend who's young 
enough to be his daughter.'"  She frowned.  "I suddenly feel like such 
a stereotype."
I took her hand.
"Don't let it get it to you.  You are who you are."
She sighed and looked down at the table.
"Steve . . . do you think I'm a slut?"
I started.
"No.  Of course not.  Why?"
"Even after everything we've done?"
"Having a healthy sex drive doesn't make you a slut.  'Slut' would be 
screwing a bunch of other guys behind my back."
"I was just thinking about us at school today.  I mean, I really like 
you and I've had a lot of fun with you, but here you've done it with my 
two best friends, my sister, and another girl right in front of me.  
You've got admit that that's not entirely normal."
"You've enjoyed it, haven't you?"
"Yeah."
"Does it bother you?  Or are you just worried about what other people 
would think?"
"I don't know.  Maybe.  I'm not complaining, I mean I really have 
enjoyed all this.  I love being with you and making you happy."
"I love being with you, too."
She smiled.
"Thanks.  I guess mostly I'm worried about what you really think of 
me."
I squeezed her hand.
"I think you are a beautiful person, and not just on the outside.  I 
have no problems with what we've been doing.  If you don't either, I 
don't think anything else really matters."
She smiled again and leaned across the table to kiss me, in the process 
giving me a good look down the front of her dress at her big tits.
"Cool.  Because there's something else I wanted to remind you about."
"What?"
"Remember the dare Giselle and I made?  About the game this weekend?"
"Oh.  Yeah.  About going commando under your cheerleading outfits."
"Right.  We've been working on the other girls.  Ashley and Tiffany are 
on board, and so are two of the others.  The last two probably won't do 
it, and they're freaking because the other six of us want to.  They're 
threatening to stay home on Friday rather than come out alongside us."
"These were Melinda and . . ."
"Anne, right.  They're both kind of conservative.  But frankly, I don't 
care if they don't do it.  I've never really liked them much, and 
they're not that cute anyway.  You wouldn't be missing anything."
"What exactly are you planning?"
She shrugged.
"We're not really planning anything besides the panty thing.  But 
Giselle, Tiffany, and Ashley would like to see you again.  Tiffany 
especially.  She's gotten kind of jealous listening to Ashley and 
Giselle talk about us."
"I wouldn't mind seeing her again."
"So, whatever happens will happen."
The food came after that, and we ate a slow dinner together.  Marianne 
went to the ladies' room after we ordered dessert, and she returned 
just after the waitress served it.  As she approached the table, I 
noticed significantly more jiggle in her dress than there had been 
before, and I realized she must have removed her bra.  She caught the 
look in my eye and smiled as she sat down.
"What are you looking at, young man?"
"A beautiful girl with a strange aversion to underwear."
She grinned, leaning forward and letting the top of her dress fall 
open.
"Complaining?"
"Nope."
She had ordered some blueberry and chocolate concoction for dessert, 
and after taking a few bites, she dug out a big scoop and deliberately 
let a blob of it fall into her cleavage.  She smiled at me innocently.
"Oops."
"Right."
She leaned over the table.
"Could you get it?  I can't reach."
Luckily, the restaurant was not crowded, and the few other couples 
around us were not paying any attention to Marianne.  I stuck a finger 
down the top of her dress and wiped up the blob of blueberry sauce.  
She moved herself as I did it, making me rub my finger over her breast.  
I held up my finger, and she sucked it into her mouth, massaging the 
tip with her tongue.
"Mmm."
"I get the feeling that you're ready to go."
"In more ways than one."
I paid the check as quickly as I could, and we returned to the car.  As 
soon as we were out of the parking lot, Marianne leaned against the 
passenger side door, spreading her legs and pulling up her dress to 
expose her wet blonde pussy.  She sucked her middle finger into her 
mouth to moisten it, and then began masturbating right in her seat.  
With the top down, no less.
She watched my reaction, licking her lips.  I reached for her, putting 
my hand on her thigh, put she pushed it away.
"Delayed gratification, remember?"
"It's been delayed long enough."
"You think so?"
"Yeah."
She stopped playing with herself and leaned across the shifter into my 
lap.  She unzipped my slacks and pulled my dick out of my boxers.  As 
soon as she had it free, she sucked it into her mouth.
I had had highway blowjobs before, but never in a convertible with the 
top down.  At the first stop sign, I hit the button to put the top up.  
Marianne stopped her ministrations long enough to scowl up at me.
"You're no fun."
"I'd rather not get arrested for public lewdness."
She returned to blowing me as I drove away from the stop sign, and I 
held her blonde head with one hand as she bobbed up and down.  She let 
me slip a hand down the top of her dress, and I played with her tits as 
she slurped and kissed the head of my dick.  
We were about halfway home when Marianne sat up.  She pulled her dress 
up to her waist and began climbing into my lap.
"What are you doing?"
"I'm going to fuck you.  What does it look like?"
She positioned herself as best she could and sat down on my dick.  I 
had to keep both hands free and my head on her shoulder to keep 
driving.  Marianne just pulled me close and rose up and down slowly, 
nibbling at my ear.
With my attentions thus divided, I could do nothing but let Marianne do 
what she wanted.  She was tight and wet around me, and she massaged her 
twat against the base of my dick in a steady rhythm.  I wanted to play 
with her breasts, but I would have needed three hands to do it.  
Realizing she had me trapped until I stopped or we got home, she began 
giggling and moaning into my ear.
"I'm fucking you, Steve . . . I have your dick inside me."  I felt her 
squeezing me.  "I'm so wet . . . I'm so turned on . . . I'm going to 
come before we get back . . . I'm going to come any minute."  She 
moaned again, biting my earlobe.  "I want you to come inside me . . . I 
want you to shoot your cum in my pussy."
I groaned, trying to thrust up at her, but it was impossible unless I 
stopped the car, and I wanted to get her home as quickly as possible.  
She humped herself at me rapidly, still moaning random obscenities into 
my ear.  As I turned the corner into our neighborhood, she finally 
shuddered, let out a squeak, and shook in orgasm.  She was still 
gasping and shaking when I pulled into the garage.
I climbed out of the car, carrying her in my arms, but we made it only 
as far as the hallway just inside the door.  Marianne pulled me down, 
and I was back inside her in a second.  She clawed at my butt, and I 
hammered her tight teen pussy until I felt my balls beginning to 
contract in incipient climax.  Marianne came again, thrashing and 
clawing at me, as I poured every ounce of myself into her.  
We lay gasping on the floor for several minutes.  Marianne started 
giggling.
"God.  I was so horny.  I can't believe I did that.  I could have 
gotten us both killed."
"It was fun."
"What if we had gotten stopped?  We'd have gotten in so much fucking 
trouble."
"I know."
She giggled again, rolling onto my chest.  I ran my fingers through her 
long blonde locks, and she smiled at me, biting her lip ever so 
slightly.
"Steve?"
"Hmm?"
She didn't say anything for a few seconds, and I watched her eyes 
filling with emotion.
"Is it too soon to tell you that I think I'm in love with you?"
I returned her smile.
"No."
She giggled contentedly, snuggling against me.  I held her for quite a 
while before we climbed the stairs to the bedroom and went at it again.
* * *
Ch. 11 Codes: Mf, Mf, teen, oral, drugs, rom
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER ELEVEN
I awoke with a start in the middle of the night.  I smelled Marianne 
beside me and reached for her.
But she wasn't there.  She had gone home just before eleven.  What I 
smelled was her sweat and cum and sex on the sheets, leavings from 
where we had made love like wild animals after coming home.  
I pulled her pillow to me and held it instead.
What had I gotten myself into?  She was seventeen, for Christ's sake, 
not even out of high school yet.  She lived with her parents--a father 
who was scarcely older than I was--and her fifteen-year-old sister.  I 
was in way too deep for a situation like this.
And yet, as I was inside her earlier that night, riding between her 
thighs, watching her big tits shaking on her chest and her face 
twisting into a rictus of agonized ecstasy underneath me, one thought 
had speared through my mind.  A mad thought, an insane and illegal and 
perverted thought, but sincere nonetheless.  Whatever else this idea 
might be, it had the ring of fundamental truth, the sort of thing that 
dissolves all rationalizations and denials.
I loved this girl.
She was it, the one I wanted, the one I had been waiting for since I 
was her age.  I wanted to marry her, knock her up, fill her with 
babies.  I wanted to run off with her and make her mine for good.
She would be eighteen in a few weeks.  That would change things 
substantially, but the fact remained that she was still a kid.  I had 
no guarantee that she would not wake up one morning and decide that 
screwing someone her father's age was disgusting, and thereafter want 
nothing to do with me.
Even if she had as much as told me she loved me last night.  Because 
love at seventeen was not the same thing as love at forty-one.
I rolled on my back, putting her pillow over my face.  Whatever was 
going on, I had to ride it out one way or another.
When I returned home from a day of stewing at work when I should have 
been making money, I saw her out by the pool, lying in a sunbed, facing 
the backyard.  I came up behind her, bending down to kiss her--and then 
realized that it wasn't Marianne.  It was Hayley.  
She looked up in surprise, and then giggled.
"Go ahead and kiss her," said the voice behind me.  "I don't care."
I turned to see Marianne in the pool, pushing her long hair back over 
her head, squeezing the water out.  She was topless, wearing nothing 
but a lime green thong.  Her sister was similarly dressed, or 
undressed, in black bikini bottoms.  The top to her suit lay forgotten 
on a beach bag beside her.
Hayley was still looking up at me with a smile on her lips, so I bent 
down and kissed her freckled little nose.  Marianne climbed out of the 
pool and pressed her wet body against me.  
"You thought she was me?"
"Momentarily."
"That happens a lot.  Even our mom does it sometimes."
She kissed me.
"Go change and come back out."
When I returned, the two of them were lying side by side in their 
sunbeds, passing Marianne's bong back and forth.  Marianne handed it to 
me as I sat down on the end of her chair, and I finished it off.
Hayley caressed my calf with her toes, smiling at me.  
"Take her inside," Marianne said, grinning.  "Wear her out so she'll go 
home."
"What about you?"
"I'm going to stay down here.  I just feel like taking a nap."
Hayley got up from her chair, taking my hand and pulling me into the 
house.  When we got to the bedroom, she slipped out of her bikini 
bottoms and climbed into bed.
"Your sister is very understanding," I said as I crawled up next to 
her.
"She's pretty cool.  We share a lot of stuff.  So I guess this isn't as 
weird as it might seem."
I looked down at her next to me.   She was like a miniature Marianne, a 
younger, shorter, less experienced version.  They didn't look exactly 
alike, but there were enough similarities between the two of them to 
overwhelm the differences.
She lay still on her back as I played with her, feeling her firm tits 
and smooth stomach.  Her pubic hair was sparse and thin, still 
developing.  When I bent to kiss her, she put her arms around my neck 
and sucked on my tongue.  I squeezed her breast in my hand, feeling the 
firmness, comparing her to Marianne in my mind.  Hayley I could just 
get into one hand; Marianne was way beyond that point.
Hayley writhed against me as I tweaked her nipples, and soon I bent 
down to suckle her breasts.  She held my head in her arms as I did it.
"That feels nice."
I reached between her thighs, which she spread for me, feeling the 
moisture growing between her lips.  
"Marianne's fucked girls, hasn't she?"
I stopped, looking up at her.
"Why?"
"I'm just asking."
"Yes.  Does that bug you?"
"I don't know.  We've never talked about it, but I could tell the other 
day when Ashley came over.  Just something weird about the way they 
were talking.  Was she one of them?"
"The only one, as far as I know."
She stared up at the ceiling.
"Wow."
"She says she just did it for me, not because she's bisexual."
"You know what's weird?  I was thinking about that this morning, and it 
occurred to me, how would you really know?  If you were blindfolded or 
something, and someone went down on you, why would it make a diff what 
sex they are?  Guys and girls both have tongues."
"Good point."
"I'm not saying I want to do it, but it's true, you know?"
Trying not to smile too hard at this sage observation, I went back to 
sucking her nipples and exploring her pussy with my fingers.  She began 
to moan and writhe a little, and I slid further down until I was 
between her thighs.  She pulled her legs up, opening herself to me, and 
I buried myself in her wet folds, making love to her with my tongue.  
Her legs kicked and thrashed around me.  Her body squirmed on the 
sheets, sliding back and forth as she braced herself against the 
headboard.  One hand went to her breasts, massaging them roughly, 
pinching the nipples.  Her right foot drummed against my back and her 
buttocks kept heaving up at me like she wanted to buck me off, but 
every time I withdrew a little, that hand on her tits would shoot down 
and pull me closer.  My tongue was spinning all around her, and she 
fought me and her impending orgasm as if she were in pain.  Finally, 
she let out a shriek, heaved herself at me, thighs battering my ears, 
and came.
I stayed between her quivering legs for a few moments before sliding up 
beside her.  She kept shaking and grasping at me, eyes closed, for 
nearly a minute.
"Shit.  Shit.  That is like . . . like a hundred, a thousand times 
better than doing it myself."
"Good."
"How does Marianne stand it?"
"She's in good shape."
She sat up halfway and slithered across my chest, finding my erection 
with her mouth and going to work.  She gave me only about ten seconds 
of suction before laying back and pulling me onto her.  I slipped into 
her easily, grunting at the tightness of her as she tried to get me 
further in, feeling all those smooth cheerleading muscles loosening up.  
She held me as close as she could, not letting me withdraw, and as I 
lifted up, she came with me, making a fulcrum out of her pubis and 
forcing me harder against her.  I thrust forward, making her almost 
swing under me, grinding downward. 
She clung to me as if she were drowning, one mouth sucking at mine for 
air, the other sucking at my cock for something more fundamental.  She 
was tight, too tight, almost painful, but she had none of her sister's 
experience.  All she could do was pump herself at me, begging me to 
make her come again, not letting me withdraw from her more than an inch 
or two.
With rough little thrusts, I began to thump against her.  She squeaked, 
suddenly sounding even younger than her fifteen years, biting at my 
shoulder.  Her second climax came suddenly and unexpectedly, a gasp and 
a shudder under me, a clench of her muscles around my erection.  As she 
shook in my arms, I lost my grip on what little control I had, and I 
drove into her relentlessly.  Hayley shrieked and spiked up at me again 
a minute or so later as I felt my balls growing heavier and heavier 
with their imminent payload.  Finally, as she continued to twitch and 
quiver in the aftermath of her orgasm, I spurted off helplessly inside 
her pulsing flesh.
When I rolled off her to catch my breath, I saw Marianne in the doorway 
watching us, naked.  One index finger had been idly working between her 
thighs, and it now rose to her mouth.  She smiled at me, then walked 
languidly over to the bed and lay down beside me, opposite her sister.
"Hi."
"How long have you been there?"
"Long enough."
Hayley sat up, brushing her hair back from her face.
"That was great."
Marianne looked over at her.
"Okay, short stuff.  You've had your fun.  Think you can give us some 
time alone now?"
Hayley giggled.
"Yeah."
She bent and kissed me one last time.
"Thanks.  Bye."
She hopped off the bed and went downstairs, pausing only to grab her 
bikini bottoms off the floor.  I heard her exiting the front door about 
a minute later.
Marianne stretched out against me, and I hugged her.  She nuzzled my 
chin slowly.
"I can't decide if I'm jealous of Hayley."
A chill ran down my spine, and I pulled slightly away from her.
"I thought you wanted this."
She moved up the bed after me.
"No.  That's not what I mean.  I can't decide if I'm jealous that 
you're the only guy she's done it with.  That you were her first.  Part 
of me wishes I hadn't done it with anyone else.  But then I think that 
if I hadn't, I wouldn't have anything to compare you to.  I wouldn't 
know how lucky I am to have you."
I relaxed, seeing her meaning now, and pulled her closer.
"I would have been happy to be your first lover."
She giggled.
"At fifteen, in an attic, like it was?  I was just like Hayley is.  Too 
horny for my own good.  I could have gotten pregnant that afternoon.  I 
still shudder to think of that."
"Did you do it with him again?"
"No.  Once was enough.  Afterward, I was totally like, 'That's it?'  It 
was a while before I discovered that sex could actually be enjoyable."
"Randy, or whatever his name was?"
She laughed.
"Hardly.  It was the second boy I slept with.  A college guy I met at 
this cheerleader camp.  We only had one weekend together, but God, he 
knew what he was doing.  He wasn't as good as you, but he was a hell of 
a lot better than Ashley's brother.  And Randy."  
She kissed my neck.
"No.  It's good you weren't my first.  I just want you to be my last."
We lay together caressing each other for a while.  Marianne reached 
between us, finding my cock and stroking it gently until I was hard 
again.  Then she pulled me onto her, and I slipped into her wetness 
slowly.  She grunted as I filled her up, arching her back.  She pulled 
my head down and kissed me roughly.
"No one else," she moaned, "no one else is ever going to fuck me.  
Ever.  I don't want anyone else.  I only want you."
I buried my tongue in her mouth and my erection inside her.  Her arms 
went tight around my back and her legs slipped over my thighs.  She 
pulled her feet up until they were tickling my butt, urging me on.  She 
curled up to my ear as she usually did, biting my earlobe and moaning 
to me.
"I love your dick.  I love fucking you.  I love being on my back with 
you inside me."  She whimpered.  "Oh, God.  No one else.  No one else.  
I'll fuck girls if you want me to, but no one else.  No one's dick but 
yours can fuck me.  No one.  No one, oh fuck, oh God, fuck, fuck, fuck, 
fuck me, oh God, fuck me!"
Her body went rigid as if she were being electrocuted, and her nails 
gouged out tracks in my back.  I felt her tight flesh spasming around 
my cock as I pounded her mercilessly.  A shrill cry squealed from 
between her clenched teeth as she clung to me.  I groaned, the pain of 
impending ejaculation growing my groin.  Marianne fucked her hips at me 
roughly, trying to stretch out her orgasm long enough to let me join 
her, to feel my cum spurting into her.  It rose in a torrent, passing 
into her in long, convulsive, shots.  I continued shaking above her 
long after it was over and Marianne began slowly relaxing under me.   
Then I fell onto her body with a gasp.
I fell asleep.  When I woke, it was after nine, and Marianne still lay 
beside me, head on my shoulder.  She stretched when I moved, and sat 
up.
"Hey."
"Hey, kitten."
She smiled.
"I like when you call me that."
"You shouldn't have let me sleep this long."
"I couldn't help it.  I never get to sleep beside you."
"You should get home before your folks start to worry."
She flopped back down next to me with a frustrated groan.
"I don't *want* to go home.  I want to stay here."  She put her hands 
over her face.  "Why did I have to be stuck in this life when I met 
you?  Why couldn't we have met a year from now, when I could do 
whatever the fuck I wanted?"
"You're going to be eighteen in what, two weeks?"
"Two and a half.  But I won't graduate for another eight *months.*  
What am I supposed to do until then?"
"Be patient.  Eight months isn't forever."
"My folks will figure this out sooner or later.  People are already 
starting to talk at school."
"What are they saying?"
"Oh, just 'Marianne and her rich boyfriend.'  'She's too full of 
herself to date guys under twenty-five.'  That sort of shit."
"Not the girls on the squad?"
"No.  They don't care; they like you.  But you know how it is."
"Yeah.  I'm not that old."
She giggled, snuggling with me.
"You know, I don't even think of that anymore, really.  That you're 
older than me.  Just that you're Steve, my boyfriend, and I love you."
"I love you too, kitten."
She giggled again.
"Meow."
* * *
Ch. 12 Codes: Mffff, fff, Mff, ff, teen, oral, exhib, drugs
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TWELVE
Nothing significant happened for a few days, though Marianne continued 
coming over to my house after school.  The weather had remained 
pleasant into October, and I usually found her by the pool.  We would 
share a beer or a bong load, go inside for an hour or two of fooling 
around, then she would go home.  Hayley came over again on Thursday, 
and I enjoyed them together as I had that afternoon.
On Friday afternoon, she called me at work.
"Hi, babe."
"Kitten.  What's up?"
"You haven't forgotten about the game tonight?"
"No.  What do you need me to do?"
"The game starts at seven forty-five, so try to be there at seven-
thirty."  She gave me directions to the field.  "You'll want to get a 
seat right down front."
"Uh-huh.  And just what is going to happen here?"
She giggled.
"You'll see."
"Will I?"
Another giggle.
"Be patient.  I'll see you tonight."
I left work at six-thirty and went home to change into jeans and a 
sweatshirt.  Marianne's school was a couple of miles from my house, and 
I arrived at the stadium at around seven-twenty.  In the back of my 
mind, I could not help but think that the girls would somehow chicken 
out of this idea.  I had not been to a high school football game in 
almost twenty-five years (since graduating myself), but from what I 
remembered, I could not see how the cheerleading squad could possibly 
perform their duties under such exposed conditions.
I followed the other students and parents onto the field and toward the 
bleachers.  Marianne's team was out on the field stretching, and I 
tried to disguise myself amongst the crowd lest the boys who had come 
by my house a few weeks before see me.  I wasn't afraid of them; I just 
saw no point in another scene. 
As I reached the home team bleachers, I saw the cheerleaders standing 
around in a clump not far from the team bench.  I counted six--
apparently Anne and Melinda, whatever their reasons, were boycotting 
tonight's game.  I wondered if they had said anything to anyone about 
this dare.
I saw Marianne, and she saw me a moment later.  She jumped up and down 
waving.
"Steve!"
As I got closer, I got a better look at their outfits, and if I had 
been gripped by doubt before, I was now positively incredulous.  They 
wore fairly typical cheerleading uniforms, sleeveless polyester tops 
and short pleated skirts.  Were they really going commando tonight, a 
single gust of wind would expose them all. 
Marianne bounced up to me, but stopped short about five feet away.  I 
resisted the urge to kiss her in front of the entire school.
"Hi!"
"Hey."
"Come sit over here."
She directed me to the first row bench just behind the cinder block 
wall dividing the field from the bleachers.  I stayed on my feet, and 
she leaned against the wall.  When I gave her skirt a searching look, 
she grinned.
"We're not doing anything yet.  We're going back into the locker room 
in a minute."
"You're really going to do this?"
"Yep."
"Does anyone else know?"
"I don't think so.  I threatened to get Anne and Melinda thrown off the 
squad if they said anything."
"How?"
She smiled.
"I have my ways.  But I'm the captain, didn't I mention that?"
"No.  How are you going to do the cheers?"
"We'll be careful.  We'd probably get suspended if anything happened.  
It's just for thrills, not to flash people."
"It might happen anyway."
Another evil grin.
"Yep.  You never know what might happen accidentally."
I looked over at the other girls, seeing Ashley, Tiffany, and Giselle.  
Giselle waved at me.  There were two other girls with them, one a 
short, athletic blonde, the other an Asian girl about Marianne's 
height.
"Jan and Cindi," Marianne said.  "Jan is the blonde.  See anything you 
like?"
She looked up at me innocently, hands clasped behind her back.  
"We'll see."
"Okay.  We have to go get ready.  Have fun."
"You too."
She giggled and bit her lip, then went back over to the other 
cheerleaders.  After some nervous giggles and whispers, the six them 
waved to the crowd and ran back toward the locker room.  
The other team came out to stretch and warm up, and I used the time to 
look around at the other fans.  I saw mostly other students, none of 
whom paid any attention to me, no doubt taking me for a parent.  If 
anyone had made anything of my brief conversation with Marianne, I 
couldn't tell.  
At about twenty to seven, the cheerleaders reappeared with the school 
spirit squad to cheer their team onto the field.  I could tell 
immediately from the tense expressions on their faces and the repeated 
sideways glances and nervous grins that they had done it.  They walked 
slowly, legs together, and most of them (though not Marianne) had hands 
at their sides trying holding their skirts in place without being 
obvious about it.
I grew tense myself just looking at them, and my hands grew cold and 
damp.  I laughed at myself nervously.  This had nothing to do with me--
even if they all chose to flash the crowd, no one would have any reason 
to connect the incident to my presence.  But I was filled with excited 
tension just the same.
The spirit squad held up a big paper banner, and the cheerleaders began 
yelling and waving their pom-poms.  But they did not jump around.  At 
all.  Twelve feet remained planted firmly on the turf.
The football team ran through the banner to much cheering and applause.  
The cheerleaders followed the team over to the sidelines as carefully 
as they could manage.
When they got near the bleachers, Marianne gave me a nervous grin.  I 
shook my head, looking over the six of them.  Only Giselle and Marianne 
appeared to be enjoying this; the other four seemed too apprehensive 
about exposing themselves to think clearly.
Marianne began a cheer, one that involved a certain amount of swaying 
and butt wiggling.  I watched the hemlines carefully.  I saw nothing 
untoward, but I hardly needed to.  I kept thinking that I could go out 
there and get a double handful of teenage pussy with very little 
effort.
The game began, but I paid no attention to it.  I watched the crowd, 
continually laughing to myself at how no one seemed to have the 
slightest idea what was going on.  The fans had only mild interest in 
the cheerleaders, and turned their eyes from the game only when 
Marianne tried to get a cheer going.  If only they knew what they were 
missing, I thought.
About fifteen minutes into the game, the squad began another cheer 
routine, this time right in front of me.  Marianne was grinning at me, 
and I realized something was about to happen.
The girls cheered and sang, squatting down halfway and wiggling their 
butts in time with their pom-poms.  They came up slowly, and then 
Marianne (who was in front, leading the other five) jumped into the 
air.
There it was--as she came down, the front of her skirt lifted up just 
enough to expose her sex.  It was a half-second flash, if that.  Only 
someone watching the exact spot, as I was, would have seen it.  I 
glanced around at the other fans, seeing no reaction.  Most of them 
weren't even watching the cheer.
I turned back to the cheerleaders, seeing an evil grin on Marianne's 
face.  Giselle came up beside her as the cheer ended, and both of them 
dropped down into front-and-rear splits, front legs pointed right at 
me.  They came down slowly enough not to send their skirts flying up, 
but right after they hit the ground, Marianne again flashed me from 
just behind her pom-pom, and Giselle did the same thing a moment later.
I realized I had been holding my breath, and I forced myself to exhale 
as the two girls got carefully to their feet, knowing grins on their 
faces.  I wiped the beads of sweat from my hairline as I checked the 
crowd behind me.  Again, it appeared that they had gotten away with it.
For the rest of the half, they behaved themselves, and when the 
halftime whistle blew (with Marianne's team ahead 13-6), they regrouped 
on one of the benches near my seat.  Marianne and Giselle walked over 
to me about a minute later.
"Enjoying the game?" Marianne asked.
"Yeah."
"You look kind of tense," Giselle said. "Do you feel okay?"
"Yeah, you look all sweaty and nervous.  Is anything wrong?"
I glanced down at their skirts.
"I'll survive."
Marianne put both hands above her head, stretching.
"I think I pulled a muscle earlier," she said to Giselle.  "Do you 
think you can help me do a hamstring stretch?"
"Sure.  Do you want to lie down or just put your leg up on my 
shoulder?"
I knew they were kidding--honest--but for a split second, I had a shock 
at the image they had put into my head.  They both burst out laughing.  
Marianne reached down to rub the back of her thigh.
"It really hurts.  Could you help her, Steve?"
I noticed a couple of students nearby watching this exchange with 
curious looks on their faces, and fought to maintain my calm.  
"You might want to check with the trainer about that."
"Nah, we can just do it here.  Here, grab my ankle."
Giselle squatted down and took Marianne's ankle.  As Marianne braced 
herself on the wall, Giselle lifted her leg up about three feet before 
I couldn't take this charade any longer.  I grabbed Marianne's arm in 
horror.
She laughed at me.
"What?  What's wrong?"
She stood there with her leg parallel to the ground.  The pleats of her 
skirt hung down on either side of her thigh.  She had, at best, about 
two inches of coverage.  The slightest puff of wind would expose her 
completely.  She was facing the end zone right now, not the crowd, but 
someone walking up the field from the right angle might well see 
straight up her skirt.
"How does that feel?" Giselle asked.
Marianne reached under her skirt to rub at her thigh.
"Mmm.  That's good.  A little higher."
Giselle raised Marianne's ankle another six inches.  I stood frozen to 
the spot.  There was nothing I could do now without attracting 
attention.  Very carefully, I looked around us.  No one was really 
watching except the other four cheerleaders, who sat on the bench about 
ten yards away with amazed looks on their faces.
I looked back at Marianne, who acted utterly unconcerned with what she 
was doing.  Her leg was now more up than down, and if Giselle lifted it 
any higher, Marianne was going to be displaying a lot more than her 
flexibility.  
She gave me a look of amused triumph, and then nodded to Giselle.
"That's enough.  Thanks."
Giselle dropped Marianne's ankle, and I tried not to collapse in 
relief.  The two of them stifled giggles before rejoining the rest of 
the squad.
I did notice a few people looking in my direction during the second 
half, but no one said anything to me.  Whatever they thought or had 
seen, I didn't want to know.  The girls resumed their cheering, and 
refrained from flashing me--or anyone else--the rest of the game.  
When the final gun went off (the game ended in a 13-13 tie), I followed 
the rest of the crowd out of the stadium.  I lingered around the 
entrance, wondering if Marianne would seek me out.  She came running up 
about five minutes later.
"Hey."
"Nice game."
She grinned.
"You think so?  You didn't seem to be watching it much."
I laughed.
"I know.  What's up?"
"Giselle, Ashley, and Tiffany want to come over.  Is that okay?" 
*Four* of them?  God, give me strength.
"Uh, yeah.  Sure."
"Okay.  We have some stuff to do first, but we'll see you in about an 
hour."
She gave me a quick peck on the lips and ran back toward the field.  As 
I watched, I could just get a brief glimpse of her naked butt under her 
skirt.
I drove home, crazed images of panty-less cheerleaders spinning through 
my head.  When I got back, I tried to straighten up the house for this 
party, whatever they had planned.  Surely they didn't *all* expect to 
have sex with me?  Even if I had had sex with all four of them before.  
Marianne had said something about Tiffany being jealous of the other 
girls.  I didn't know what Ashley was thinking, but the look I had seen 
in Giselle's eyes several times that night pretty much told me what she 
was hoping for.  Ye Gods.  I just hoped they didn't kill me.
I had gotten another ounce of Thai dope from my cousin, so I got it out 
for the girls.  I had enough beer, unless they really planned on 
getting drunk.  What I wasn't sure I had enough of was energy for a 
four-cheerleader orgy.
I heard the front door open about ten o'clock, and then Marianne 
calling out.
"Steve?"
"In the den."
The four of them filed into the room a few seconds later.  They had 
changed back into street clothes, Giselle into these peach-toned Capri 
pants with a spaghetti-strap top, Ashley into shorts, and the other two 
into jeans.  Marianne wore another one of her cropped baby-tees, and 
Ashley and Tiffany wore plain T-shirts, though Tiffany's was just short 
enough to expose the stud in her navel.
The settled down around the room, and Marianne sat in my lap, giving me 
a long kiss.
"Mmm.  I've been wanting to do that all night."
"Me too."
Giselle had already spotted the weed on the coffee table and went 
straight toward it.  She sat down on the floor next to the table, and 
Marianne pulled her bong out of her purse.  The two of them quickly 
fired things up as I got four beers out of the refrigerator.
"So what did you think of the game, Steve?" Tiffany asked.
"Very entertaining."
"I still can't believe we did that," Ashley said.  "Do you think anyone 
saw?"
"I couldn't tell," I said.
"So what if they did?" Marianne said, exhaling a big cloud of fragrant 
smoke.  "I guarantee you that only a few people could have seen 
anything.  No one will believe them.  That kind of thing only happens 
in porn movies."
"Speaking of which," Giselle said, grinning at me.
"Yes?"
"Marianne said you've got quite a video collection."
I pursed my lips in mild embarrassment.
"I think you'll find that, for single men, that's not unusual."
The four of them laughed, and Tiffany crawled over to the TV cabinet.
"Let's see what he has."
The girls were soon rooting through my collection and laughing 
hysterically at the titles and box covers.
"God!  Look at this!" Tiffany exclaimed, holding up a box with a half-
naked Jenna Jameson on the front.
"Those can't be real," Ashley said.
"They're not," I said.
"I don't think any of these girls have real boobs," Giselle said.
"Oh, my God," Tiffany said, laughing at another one.  "Look at that!"
The other three crowded around to see what she was looking at.
"No way," Giselle said.
"Is that real?" Tiffany asked.
Marianne glanced at me.
"Do they have fake dicks like they have fake boobs?"
I leaned it to see what they were looking at, a back-cover shot of some 
male star's prodigious endowments.
"That's real."
Tiffany's face paled.
"They really get that big?"
"Eww," Giselle said.
"No way in hell I'd ever let that near me," Ashley said.  
"Women give birth," Marianne said.  "Babies are bigger than that.  I 
bet you could take it."
Tiffany and Giselle shrieked in laughter.
"I want to watch one of these," Giselle said.
"Me too," Ashley said.
That precipitated about a minute of feverish discussion over which 
title to start with.  I sat on the couch finishing the bong load and 
getting a mild buzz as they settled on one of the Jenna Jameson tapes.  
Marianne shoved it into the VCR and then lay back against me on the 
couch.  Giselle sat at the far end with my feet and Marianne's on her 
lap, while Ashley and Tiffany sat on the floor in front of the 
television.
For the next ninety minutes, there was much giggling and moaning and 
outright laughter.  Though they did get quiet during the lesbian 
scenes, no one suggested fast forwarding over them.  The cum shots 
produced shrieks of embarrassment and disgust, especially when Peter 
North splattered about half a quart of jizz over one girl's tits.
By the time the tape was over, we had gone through about six or seven 
bong loads and probably eight or nine beers.  Ashley had replaced 
Giselle at the end of the couch, and Marianne was slowly stroking 
Ashley's bare thigh with her toes.
Ashley gave me a glance and began rubbing Marianne's foot.  Marianne 
moved her foot around in Ashley's lap, trying to pretend the contact 
was innocent but really doing her best to dig her heel into Ashley's 
crotch.
Giselle and Tiffany finally noticed what was going on.  Tiffany gave 
Giselle a nervous, amazed, look, but stayed where she was.  Giselle 
just glanced at me, licking her lips.
Marianne sat up and pulled her legs back under her butt.  Then she 
pulled her top over her head.  Her big tits jutted forth from her bra, 
but she removed that a moment later.  As the other two girls watched in 
amazement, she grabbed Ashley's head and pulled her into a passionate 
kiss.  
Ashley reacted at first in surprise, but then put her arms around 
Marianne.  The two girls necked eagerly next to me, and Marianne dug 
her hands into Ashley's T-shirt.  That, and her bra, were on the floor 
after another minute.  
I glanced at Giselle and Tiffany.  Tiffany merely seemed shocked and 
amazed at this display, but if I wasn't seeing things, Giselle actually 
seemed to be getting turned on.  Her breathing was deep and ragged, and 
I could see her nipples straining against the fabric of her top.  She 
glanced at me once, eyes fogged with nervous desire, then back at the 
other two girls.
Ashley was suckling Marianne's breasts now, and Marianne was writhing 
in her lap.  Ashley's hand was between Marianne's legs, rubbing hard 
upward.  All of a sudden, Giselle was on the couch next to me.  She 
grabbed my head, kissing me deeply for a few seconds, then turned 
around to face Marianne and Ashley, leaning back against me.  She put 
one of my hands on her breasts and the other between her legs.
I reached up under her top to feel her hard little tits as I massaged 
her twat through her pants.  She moaned, moving against me, but 
continued watching the other girls.  I glanced at Tiffany, now alone on 
the floor.  She got slowly to her feet, walking up behind Marianne.  
She paused briefly in nervous indecision, then put one hand softly on 
Marianne's shoulder.  Marianne half-turned to face her.  She slid her 
hand up Tiffany's arm until she reached her neck.  Then she pulled 
Tiffany down toward her.  The two girls kissed awkwardly, and Tiffany 
withdrew after a few seconds.
I had one hand inside Giselle's top and the other inside her pants now, 
and she squirmed against me as I played with her.  She turned around 
once to kiss me, but otherwise watched the scene in front of us.
Tiffany removed her top and bra now, just as Marianne slid to the floor 
in front of Ashley.  Ashley's shorts were soon discarded, and Marianne 
bent forward, taking Ashley's hips in her hands and her pussy into her 
mouth.
Giselle moaned against me as Marianne began eating Ashley.  Tiffany 
knelt down beside Marianne, watching, but doing nothing.  Ashley arched 
her back, gripping her breasts in her hands, straining against the back 
of the couch.  Marianne's tongue was dipping and fluttering over her 
lips and clit, lapping up the sweet honey that flowed out of Ashley's 
ginger twat.
Giselle began writhing out of her clothes as if she could no longer 
stand to be dressed.  She was naked in a few moments, and I pushed my 
index finger inside her wet pussy.  She whimpered as I began 
masturbating her in earnest, keeping my other hand on her breasts.  She 
squirmed and twisted as if she wanted to be free from my grip, but the 
hand that stayed locked to my wrist between her thighs told me what she 
really wanted.
Tiffany still sat next to Marianne with a bewildered look on her face, 
as if she wanted to do something but had no idea what.  I motioned to 
her, and she stood, walking around next to me.  Giselle reached for 
her, pulling her down, kissing her.  Again, Tiffany responded 
nervously, letting Giselle kiss her but doing relatively little in 
response.  
Giselle suddenly climbed off my lap and pushed Tiffany into her place.  
Tiffany leaned back against me, moaning contentedly, as I began playing 
with her firm breasts.  Giselle crawled over to Ashley and Marianne, 
threw a leg over Ashley's waist and Marianne's head, and shoved her 
breasts into Ashley's face.
Ashley swiftly pulled Giselle into their lovemaking.  She suckled 
Giselle's hard little tits as Marianne continued to suck on Ashley's 
clit.  Then Marianne withdrew, pulling Giselle down until she was 
sitting in Ashley's lap.  She slipped two fingers into Giselle, two 
into Ashley, and used both hands to finger-fuck them.
The two girls began moaning and rubbing their breasts together, 
kissing, sucking on each other as Marianne got them off.  I had 
Tiffany's jeans down now, and if she was reluctant to join any of this, 
she had no problem watching them while I played with her.  I soon had 
several fingers inside a pussy myself, and the room was filled with 
moans and gasps and the smell of sex.
Ashley came first, bucking her hips against Giselle and Marianne.  
Giselle soon joined her, and Tiffany followed thereafter, thrashing 
around in my lap.
Ashley and Giselle swiftly removed the rest of Marianne's clothes and 
had her back on the couch.  Ashley descended between Marianne's thighs, 
and Giselle climbed up to suckle Marianne's big tits.  
Tiffany turned around in my lap and dug out my aching erection.  It 
thereafter disappeared into her hot little mouth, and she bobbed up and 
down on me rapidly as I watched my girlfriend being ravished by two 
other cheerleaders.
It took Marianne only a minute or two to reach climax under such 
attentions, and when she had recovered, she leaned over, pushing 
Tiffany out of the way, and began sucking on me herself.
The other three girls circled around us, removing what little clothes I 
had left.  I was getting stiff in the position Marianne had me in (I'm 
talking muscles here, not organs), so I pulled her off and stood up.
"I may not make it out of there alive, but I think we should go up to 
the bedroom."
The four of them laughed and jumped to their feet.  We went rapidly 
upstairs, and I was soon buried under a pile of giggling, squirming, 
teenage flesh.  
Giselle wound up on my face, riding my tongue rapidly.  Someone sat 
down on my cock--it wasn't Marianne; I knew her pussy too well by now 
to know--but I couldn't see who.  I felt a face pushing between my 
thighs to lick at my balls, and the body straddling my waist reversed 
itself.  I soon felt a tongue--this one most likely Marianne's, I 
thought--fluttering around the base of my cock and the pussy impaled 
upon it.
Someone came up beside Giselle as I sucked on her dripping twat.  I 
looked up to see that it was Ashley, trying to kiss her and play with 
her tits as I ate her.  I realized, in sudden surprise, that that meant 
it had to be Tiffany on my dick--and that she was letting Marianne eat 
her as she fucked me.
The thought of this, that Tiffany's reluctance was melting away in the 
heat of this orgy, raised my already painful arousal to new heights.  I 
fucked up at Tiffany as best I could and redoubled my attack on 
Giselle's sex.  Ashley was straddling my chest now, both hands on 
Giselle's tits, and the two of them were doing their best to swallow 
each other's tongues.
Giselle began thrashing in climax over my mouth, and I felt Tiffany 
pounding down harder on my cock.  Someone let out a shriek--it might 
even have been me--and my sperm erupted from my balls in a flood.  Too 
much was going on at once for me to separate all the spasms and 
shuddering and climaxes, and I concentrated simply on finishing Giselle 
off and ramming my dick as far into Tiffany as I could get it.  
One by one, the bodies pinning me down on the bed slid off.  Giselle 
and Ashley fell to one side, still holding each other.  Tiffany fell 
off my dick and lay in a heap at the end of the mattress.  Marianne 
finally reappeared, climbing up from between my legs and lying on top 
of me.
"There you are."
I tried to catch my breath.
"Hey, kitten."
She kissed me, and I could taste Tiffany in her mouth.
"Meow."
She kissed me again.  "Having fun?"
"Mmm-hmm.  You?"
"Definitely.  Not getting tired already, are you?"
I laughed weakly.
"Give me a minute."
"I'll give you something else."
She slid back down to my cock, all sloppy with cum and Tiffany's 
spendings, and took it gently into her mouth.  Beside me, Ashley and 
Giselle began to stir, and I watched as Giselle turned Ashley on her 
back and kissed her.  The two girls made out for a few moments before 
Giselle began moving down Ashley's body, sucking her nipples, kissing 
her navel, and finally reaching her sex.  This brought her down next to 
Tiffany, who sat up to watch as Giselle ate Ashley slowly.
Tiffany saw me watching and smiled.  She slid off the bed and came 
around the other side.  Marianne was still sucking on my limp and 
protesting penis.  Tiffany climbed onto the bed, and I got her to 
reverse herself as she lay down.  She watched Marianne for a few 
moments, and then leaned over to help.
I pulled Tiffany closer to me, curling around until I could reach her 
twat, adorned with that cute silver stud.  She laid her thigh over my 
head as I began to eat her.  I could taste myself inside her, not that 
I really cared, and she rolled her hips slowly against my tongue.
Tiffany and Marianne were taking turns blowing me, licking and sucking 
and nibbling all over my cock and balls.  Beside me, I could feel 
Ashley moving around, and I withdrew long enough to see what was 
happening, keeping a few fingers in Tiffany's pussy so she wouldn't 
feel neglected.
Giselle was going to town on her red-headed squadmate, eating her and 
finger-fucking her--fisting her almost--at the same time.  Ashley was 
thrashing around on the mattress, groping at me and Giselle.  She cried 
out, arched her back as her hands gripped the sheets in tight fists, 
and came all over Giselle's face.  Giselle didn't stop, and Ashley 
didn't appear to want her to.  I went back to Tiffany and resumed my 
attentions.
The two girls had finally succeeded in restoring my erection, but 
Marianne apparently had something more in mind than straight sex.  She 
crawled around above me, squatting over my head in a sixty-nine 
position, and sat down on my face.  As I began licking her delicious 
blonde pussy, most of my penis went down her throat.
I felt Tiffany crawling over my legs to help her, and she was soon 
licking and sucking on my balls.  Marianne apparently had a lot of 
pent-up energy after all this, and it took me only a minute or two of 
eager lingual massage to have her spasming and humping my face in 
orgasm.  Her teeth bit down lightly on my cock as she came, dragging 
back over the underside.
As soon as she had recovered, she came up off my mouth and crawled up 
to sit on my dick, facing Tiffany, in a reverse of the situation 
earlier.  I watched Ashley and Giselle still going at it as I felt 
myself sinking into Marianne, the only place, to perfectly honest, that 
I really wanted to be tonight.
I sat up behind her, taking her big tits in my hands.  She pulled her 
knees up under her, leaning back against me.  I saw Tiffany at the end 
of the bed, watching us, unsure what to do.  Marianne reached for her, 
and when she got Tiffany's hair in her hands, Tiffany did not resist 
her.  She bent forward, nervously, and began to lick at the spot where 
we were joined.  
I was lost in a fog of sex after that, pumping into Marianne as Tiffany 
ate both of us, watching Ashley and Giselle gone into a sixty-nine, 
eating each other frantically and oblivious to the rest of us.  I came 
again eventually, as did Marianne, Ashley, and Giselle.  Tiffany lay 
beside Marianne and me when we were done, and Marianne was soon eating 
her again.  I lost track of things after that.  Too many heads in too 
many pussies.  Lots of orgasms.  I fucked Giselle a bit later, and 
somehow got off a third time that night.  Someone ate my cum out of 
her.  It might have been Ashley, but I think maybe it was Marianne.  Or 
both of them.
Finally they left.  I lay utterly, completely, exhausted in bed.  I 
think I fell asleep until someone came climbing back in with me.  It 
was Marianne, of course.  I could sense her presence even before I took 
her into my arms.
"Christ," I moaned.
She giggled.
"That was fun."
"Call my lawyer.  I want to get you in my will before I expire."
She snuggled against me.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too, kitten."
She meowed again, giggling.
"Tell me something," I asked.
"What?"
"Before our thing with Ashley, you went out of your way to tell me you 
weren't into girls, that you would just do it one night for me.  What 
happened tonight?"
"I don't know.  Before all this, I never thought I was."
"I don't want you to keep doing things you're not into just for my 
sake."
She pushed herself away from me, taking my head in her hands and 
staring into my eyes.
"Whoa.  Wait a second.  I would *not* be doing this if it turned me 
off.  If I was as straight as all that, you know, guys only, no 
attraction to pussy, the thought of going down on someone made me sick, 
not even you could get me to do this.  You could file it away with 
things that really do repulse me, like screwing your friends.  I love 
you, but there's no way I could ever do that."
"I don't want you to."
"All right.  But this is different.  You saw me tonight.  Did I look 
turned off?  Do you think I was faking all those orgasms?"
"No.  So where did this come from?"
"I don't know.  I guess I never really gave it much thought before I 
met you.  The idea of lesbian sex didn't hold any attraction for me, 
but it didn't turn me off either.  I wouldn't have done what we did 
with Ashley if it had.  But I think now . . ."  She paused for a 
second.  "You've had oysters, right?  Raw, on the half shell?"
"Sure.  I love them."
"Me too.  But before I tried them, I thought they would be gross.  One 
night at this restaurant, my dad talked me into eating one.  And I 
found out that I loved them.  I think this might be the same thing.  I 
realize now that fucking girls is actually cool."
I laughed softly.
"I'm glad to help."
She giggled.
"I'll bet you are."
* * *
Ch. 13 Codes: Mf, teen, oral, rom
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
"Guess who's become a born-again lesbian?"
It was a few days after that epic Friday-night orgy, and I was at work 
listening to Marianne update me on the school gossip.
"Who?"
"Giselle.  She and Ashley are suddenly an item."
I laughed.
"I had a feeling something was up that night."
"I wasn't really paying attention.  But Tiff told me about it today.  
I'd seen them together this week, but it never really registered until 
she mentioned it to me.  They are in serious lust together, believe 
me."
"What about Tiffany?"
Silence came over the line for a few seconds.  Then she sighed.
"I think we might have overdone it.  She's been acting kind of weird.  
A little more distant than usual.  Between all that pot and beer, I 
think she went further than she wished she had now.  So, I don't know.  
I'm trying not to get cute with her."
"You really think she's upset?"
"No.  She'll get it over it if I leave her alone for a few days.  Don't 
worry about it.  It has nothing to do with you.  Having dyked out one 
night in her life isn't going to kill her."
I laughed.
"Unlikely."
"Anyway, um, could I ask you a favor?"
"Name it."
"This group activity is fun and all, but do you think, at least for the 
near future, we could limit it to just the two of us?  Just for now?"
"I think I've probably had enough group sex to last me a few months."
She giggled.
"Me too.  With, um, one exception."
"Who?"
"Hayley."
"Hayley?"
"Just let me explain.  I'm kind of worried about her.  I know what 
she's like, because she's just like I was at that age.  I'm telling 
you, if the situations were reversed, and I had lost it to you at 
fifteen, you'd have a hard time keeping me out of your bed.  She's been 
going on like 'Sex is so cool.'  'I want to have sex 24/7.'  Stuff like 
that.  I'm worried about what she might do if we cut her off."
"Didn't we have this conversation the other night?  I don't want you to 
feel pressured into doing anything sexually, whether it's for me or 
anyone else."
"I'm not.  Really.  I was starting to feel a little weird about sharing 
you with my friends, but Hayley is different.  Yeah, she can be a brat 
sometimes, but she's still my sister, and I care about her.  If sharing 
you with her will keep her out of trouble, then I'm fine with it."
"You're sure about that?"
"Steve, we share underwear and tampons.  I don't think this is that 
much of a stretch.  I figure if you do it with her once a week or so, 
she should be fine.  Once the novelty wears off, I think she'll settle 
down."
"Okay.  I guess I don't really mind.  The truth is, she reminds me a 
lot of you.  It's sort of like doing it with a fifteen-year-old 
Marianne."
She giggled.
"Are you serious?  You're thinking of me when you do it with her?"
"Usually.  I like to imagine that you're the one I'm breaking in, not 
her."
She laughed again.
"That is *so* cool.  You don't know how great that makes me feel.  I 
love you so much."
"I love you too, kitten."
When she meowed at me after that, she really did sound like a cat.
I got home that night about six, and per usual, Marianne was there, 
watching television in the den (HBO this time, though, not another porn 
flick).  I gave her a kiss and went back to the kitchen to review my 
mail.  The fourth letter was the statement from one of my credit cards, 
and it seemed noticeably thicker than normal.  I realized as I was 
opening it that it was the account I had been letting Marianne use.
It took a few seconds for the reality of it to register.  She had 
somehow run up almost *four thousand dollars* in charges in less than 
three weeks.  I ran my eyes rapidly down the statement as my eyes 
bulged in their sockets.  Clothes, jewelry, clothes, electronics, more 
clothes, CD's, food--it just went on and on and on.  
"Steve?  What's wrong?"
I broke out of my shock and looked over to the couch.  Marianne was 
watching me with a look of concern on her face.  She got to her feet 
and came rapidly over to where I was standing.  That was when she got a 
good look at the statement, and her face paled in fear.
"Oops."
"What happened?" I gasped.
She seemed to wither in front of me.
"Um.  I didn't think I'd spent that much.  I'm sorry."
I continued flipping through the statement.
"How?"
"Well . . . you said I should pay the other girls with it, right?  I 
got some stuff for Ashley, and Giselle.  And Tiffany, too.  I got this 
bracelet that Hayley wanted, and a boombox for her."
I ran my eyes down the list, finding the culprits.  Those two items had 
accounted for $600 alone.
"Plus a lot of it was clothes I've been getting to wear for you."
She had a point there, too.  Her wardrobe had gotten a lot more 
interesting since I had met her, but I hadn't given it enough thought 
to make the connection.
I looked back at Marianne.  Her forehead was creased in distress and 
her jaw was vibrating softly.  I could see the tears welling up in her 
eyes, and my anger dissolved.  I reached out and hugged her.
"It's all right."
"Are you mad at me?"
"No.  It's not like I can't afford this.  But you can't do this every 
month."
She started to cry anyway.
"I'm sorry."
This was at least fifty percent my fault, I thought.  I should have 
anticipated something like this.  You can't just hand a charge account 
to a teenager and expect her to know how to manage it without any 
supervision.  She had promised me she wouldn't go crazy with it, but I 
reflected that what "crazy" might mean to me was likely not what it 
meant to a seventeen-year-old girl with her first credit card.  Plus, 
thinking back to what our original arrangement with that card had been, 
four thousand dollars worked out to just sixteen pieces of ass, and I 
had certainly gotten more than that since then.
I held Marianne until she stopped crying.
"Please don't be mad at me."
"I'm not.  This was as much my fault as yours."
She pressed her face, hot with tears, against my neck.
"How have your parents not noticed all this stuff you've bought?"
She leaned back, sniffling and wiping her face.
"They don't pay that much attention.  Plus I've been trying to hide 
most of it.  I told Hayley she can't wear that bracelet around the 
house.  She just wears it to school and takes off on the way home."
"What does it look like?"
"It has these neat lapis beads mounted in 14k gold.  I think it matches 
her eyes.  It's really pretty."
I realized I had seen her wearing it the last time she had come over, 
but once again, I had been too dense to make the connection.  Of course 
I should have wondered where Hayley could have gotten a thing like that 
with a father who managed a grocery store and a mother who worked as a 
legal secretary.
"Does she like it?"
"She loves it.  She never takes it off unless she has to.  She wears it 
with everything, even stuff that doesn't go."
"Okay.  That's good enough for me."
She hugged me again.
"I won't spend any more."
"It's all right.  I want you to use it, just try to keep it under a 
grand a month."
"Okay."
She backed up, pulling me toward the stairs and grinning through her 
previous distress.
"Come on.  I guess I have some bills to work off now."
She led me to the bedroom and began disrobing.  I looked at her with 
more attention to detail now, and I realized that she really had been 
trying to dress the way she thought I liked her.  Tight jeans, cut-off 
shorts (like those now heading toward the floor), short skirts.  She 
knew I liked the cropped baby-tees (the shorter the better, so as to 
emphasize her chest) and the stretch satin tops, so she had been 
wearing them almost exclusively.  Underneath, she wore a matching white 
satin bra-and-thong set, which was another thing I realized had 
changed.  Her underwear always matched now, and it was invariably 
something interesting, which no doubt explained the ten or twelve 
visits to Victoria's Secret on that statement.
She saw the look in my eye and smiled.
"You like it?"
"Almost as beautiful as you.  I don't mind spending my money on someone 
who deserves it."
She closed with me, linking her arms around my waist.
"Would you still love me if I didn't look like this?"
I kissed her nose.
"Kitten, it's been my experience in life that people who are as 
beautiful on the inside as you are find ways to be beautiful on the 
outside.  You wouldn't be the same person.  You would have to be ugly 
inside too.  I've dated my share of ugly women who looked very good 
superficially, and believe me it's a not pleasant experience."
She lifted up on her toes and kissed me.  I cupped her big tits in my 
hands and pushed them around gently, tweaking her nipples through the 
satin.  She continued kissing me, sucking on my tongue, and slid her 
arms around my neck.  I let one hand drop down between her legs, 
reversing it, and extended my middle finger into the juncture of her 
thighs.  The satin was smooth and cool against her hot flesh.  As I 
massaged her slowly, her inner moisture dampened the fabric until my 
finger was sliding slickly against her lips and clit.
She stood it for only a minute or so before lowering her hands to my 
waist and unbuttoning my slacks.  They fell to the floor, and Marianne 
followed them.  She reached into the fly of my boxers and found my 
erection.  She stroked it, looking up at me.  She gave the base a 
sloppy kiss and grinned.
"Meow."
Pretending to be a cat, she began giving my cock a slow tongue bath, 
all the while purring and meowing at me.  I forced myself to maintain 
enough control to remove my shirt and tie.  By this time, she had 
gotten my entire erection slick with her saliva, and she stroked it 
slowly with her right hand.  With the other she began to rub all over 
herself and moan in discomfort.
"Mmm, meow, I'm so hot.  I think I must be in heat.  Meow, what am I 
going to do?"
I couldn't stand it anymore.  I lifted her into my arms and practically 
tossed her on the bed, making her to shriek with laughter.  I paused 
only to discard the last bits of my clothing and then grabbed her, 
rolling her on her hands and knees.  I opened the snaps on her bra, 
letting it fall off, and almost tore the thong from her hips.  She 
continued to moan and meow at me until I stabbed my cock between her 
thighs.  She let out a yowl that sounded only partially faked as I sank 
into her wetness.
I drove rapidly in and out of her tight teenage twat, thumping against 
her buttocks.  She pushed back at me hard, stretching out all those 
toned cheerleading muscles.  I felt her hand brushing against my balls 
with each thrust as she played with herself.  I held tightly onto her 
hips, but she battered back at me with everything she had.
Soon, way too soon, I felt my cum beginning to rise.  I tried to slow 
the pace, but Marianne would have none of it.
"No . . . no . . . fuck me, I'm almost there . . . come on!"
I redoubled my efforts, pounding her ass without restraint, and a few 
moments later, she shrieked in orgasm.  When her pussy bit down on my 
cock, I pulled her backwards, stretching her even further open than she 
already was and stabbing the last spasming inch of myself into her, 
coming like an out-of-control fire hose.  My legs buckled under me, and 
I fell forward, pushing Marianne down on the bed.  We lay, twitching 
and gasping in the aftermath, until I had enough energy to roll off 
her.
She slid over, snuggling against me.
"I liked that."
"Me too."
She giggled.
"Meow."
"Still in heat there?"
"Mmm.  I'm always in heat around you."
I ran my fingers through her hair, caressing her.  She stretched out 
against me, sliding her long smooth legs against mine.
"Your birthday is next week."
"Mmm-hmm.  What are you going to get me?"
She propped her chin up on my chest.
"I'm kidding.  You don't have to get me anything.  You've already given 
me so much."
I pushed her tousled blonde hair back over her head.
"Kitten, I have a lot of money, and it's been a long time since I had 
someone I felt comfortable spending it on.  Don't worry about my 
finances.  That credit card bill was just a surprise, not a problem."
She smiled.
"Okay.  Thanks."
"So what do you want for your birthday?"
She shrugged.
"I don't know.  Seriously, you don't need to get me anything."
"Just tell me what you want.  If money were no object at all, what 
would you want to get?"
Her eyes narrowed in suspicion.
"What do you mean?"
"Just tell me.  What would you want?"
"Well . . . a car--but I know that's impossible."
"What kind of car?"
She reared back, eyes swelling.
"No.  You wouldn't."
"What kind of car?"
Her jaw dropped slowly.
"No.  Steve, you cannot buy me a car.  That's crazy."
"Why?"
"How would I explain it to my folks?  I can't just drive up in a new 
car and say, 'Hey, look at this.'  They don't even know you exist yet."
"What if I thought up a way to explain it?"
Her eyebrows rose up her forehead.
"How?"
"Well . . . how about if we told them you won it in a raffle?"
Now she really was a picture of disbelief.
"A *raffle*?   Come on."
"You've never seen cars being raffled off at the mall for some 
promotion?  Just tell them you entered a few weeks ago, and lo and 
behold, you won.  I could just have it delivered to your house.  How 
would they know?"
The color drained out of her face, and her jaw fell toward her chest.  
Her breathing grew short and rapid.
"No.  No.  Steve, you can't do this.  I won't let you."
"I'm doing it, and you can't stop me."
She grabbed my arm tightly, and her eyes bulged.  Her breath whistled 
through her nostrils in agitation.
"What kind of car?"
She whimpered in frustration.
"What kind of car?"
She answered me in a tiny voice.
"A Bug."
"A Volkswagen Bug?"
She nodded weakly.
"What color?"
"Yellow."
"Done."
"Wait!  Wait!"  She grabbed both my hands tightly, squeezing so hard 
she almost cut off the circulation.  "Can I at least think about this 
for a few days?"
"No.  Decide now or the offer is withdrawn."
She shook my arms, letting out a sound that was half growl and half 
shriek of distress.
"Going once.  Going twice."
"Oh!  Yes!  No!  Wait!"
"Too late.  It's yours."
"Argh!"
She pounced on me, pinning me down and snarling at me as if she really 
were a cat.  But then her expression softened, and I could see her eyes 
beginning to water.
"You're really going to buy me a car?"
"Yes."
"Steve."  She drew it out almost into a whine.  "We haven't even been 
going out for two months yet."
"I don't care.  I love you.  And I think you're going to be around for 
quite a while."
"God."  She smiled at me weakly.  "After this, I guess I have no 
choice."
"No.  I'm not letting you go, sorry."
She lowered herself to me, pressing her firm body against mine.  
Further discussion was silenced by the tongue in my mouth.  My kitten 
was apparently still in heat, and I had to attend to her distress.
* * *
Ch. 14 Codes: Mff, teen, oral, anal, semi-ff, semi-inc
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Saturday morning, I went to the nearest Volkswagen dealership and began 
browsing the Bugs.  As I expected, knowing how popular they had become, 
this was not likely to be cheap.  But, as I made clear repeatedly to 
Marianne, I could afford this.  Successful single stock traders with no 
dependents tend to accumulate assets rather rapidly.  So I had talked 
to a friend of mine at work, who traded Microsoft from his post, and 
had him dump 300 shares out of my account.  I owned close to 7000 
(stock splits are wonderful things) so this wasn't going to 
significantly affect my position.
Before long, I found a cute banana-yellow Bug that was suitably tricked 
out with options (especially a nice custom stereo with a 6-disc CD 
changer, which I knew was the single most important thing for a 
teenager).  An hour of dickering produced a price I was happy with, and 
I explained how it was a birthday gift for my "stepdaughter."  They put 
Marianne's name on the registration, and I wrote the check.  For an 
additional fee, they agreed to deliver it to her house.  The warm, 
fuzzy feeling that experience gave me lasted the rest of the afternoon.
I found Marianne and Hayley sunbathing naked by the pool when I 
returned.  The late summer heat had yet to break even though we were 
approaching Halloween, and I spent a moment admiring the beads of sweat 
and suntan oil on their tawny limbs.  They appeared to be among those 
few natural blondes who can actually tan instead of simply burning 
whenever they get a hit with a ray of sunlight.  Both of them had been 
doing this long enough that they no longer had much in the way of tan 
lines.
Hayley noticed me first.
"Hi, Steve."
I kissed her and then Marianne.
"Hi, babe."
"Kitten."
Hayley giggled.
"You really call her that."
"Yep.  Just seemed to fit."
"I think it's cute.  Can I have a nickname too?"
Marianne snorted.
"Don't get greedy."
Hayley pouted and looked up at me.
"I want a nickname."
"What's wrong with 'short stuff'?"
She sneered at Marianne, who was still lying on her back with her eyes 
closed.
"Please?"
"Like what?"
"Something cat-related like hers."
"How about 'cat box'?" Marianne offered.
Hayley's eyes narrowed in displeasure, and she reached over to punch 
Marianne in the arm.  Marianne responded by laughing, and I rubbed her 
head.
"'Little Kit'?" I asked.  "Would that work?"
Hayley beamed.
"I like that."
"Sheesh."
Hayley stuck her tongue out at Marianne, who wasn't watching anyway, 
but the issue appeared settled.  
I fetched three beers from the refrigerator and returned to sit down 
between them.  Hayley made a face at hers but tried to drink it anyway.  
I noticed the absence of Marianne's bong, which was normally out in 
situations like this.
"Are we out of dope?"
"Yeah.  But it's okay.  I was thinking of taking a break.  We've done a 
lot of it lately."
"It's a good thing I don't work for a company that does drug testing.  
I think I would peg the meter right now."
"They've been talking about doing random testing at school," Hayley 
said.
I looked over at her.
"Seriously?  How?"
"I don't know.  But they are."
"The PTA is making noises about it," Marianne said.  "But the students 
would revolt if they tried it.  Nobody wants to have to piss on 
command."
I thought back to my days in high school, in the mid-seventies.  Had 
anyone proposed random drug testing on us, I think the outraged 
potheads might have torched the school.  A few of my friends were so 
perpetually stoned that their urine samples might have broken the 
testing equipment.
I lay in the sun with them until it began to set.  I actually dozed off 
until I felt Marianne stroking my arm.  Hayley was in the pool, still 
naked, swimming around like a mermaid.
"What do you want to do for dinner?"
"You feel like going out?"
She glanced at her sister.
"Hayley too?"
"Unless you mind."
"No.  That's cool."
She got Hayley's attention, and we shortly settled on going out to a 
local bar and grill, where I could take a pair of teenagers with 
arousing too much suspicion.  The two of them dressed and went home to 
change clothes, returning about twenty minutes later.  Both of them 
wore jeans and sandals, exposing multiple toe rings.  Marianne wore one 
of her stretch satin T-shirts (white, loose-necked to expose ample 
cleavage) and a choker chain around her neck, while Hayley had on a 
spaghetti-strap baby-tee (royal blue, cropped halfway up her chest) and 
her lapis bracelet.  
We rode down toward the beach in my Grand Cherokee and spent a couple 
of hours eating and talking.  Toward the end, when Hayley went off to 
the ladies room, I pulled the bill of sale for Marianne's Bug out of my 
back pocket.
"Happy Birthday."
She looked it over in awe, eyes watering, then looked back up at me.  
She took my hand and squeezed it tightly.
"Thank you so much."
"You're worth it."
She looked back at the invoice, and her eyebrows shot up.
"An *Alpine stereo*?  How?"
"It was a special order someone defaulted on.  You got lucky."
Her eyes closed and she wiped the tears out of them. 
"Oh, God.  I can't believe you're really doing this."
"It's done.  Does Hayley know?"
"No.  I've been trying to think of a way to break it to her.  She'll 
see right through the raffle story and know you got it for me, so I 
have to tell her."  She laughed weakly.  "I think I'm going to have to 
tell her tonight anyway.  She'll know something is up when she comes 
back."
I saw Hayley returning as she spoke, and her blonde eyebrows indeed 
creased in curiosity as she approached.
"What's going on?"
Marianne reached for her hand, taking a deep breath and sniffing back 
her tears.
"Um, short stuff, look."  She glanced at me.  "This is a secret, so you 
have to swear not to tell anyone.  Especially not Mom and Dad."
Hayley's eyes bulged.
"What?  I won't, I swear."
"Steve has gotten me like the best birthday present in the world.  I 
tried to stop him from doing this, but he did it anyway."
"What is it?"
Marianne showed her the invoice, and after a few seconds of confusion, 
Hayley's face went white.  
"No way.  No fucking way."
She looked up at us, seeing the confirmation in my face.
"Oh, my God.  No way.  How?"
"I'm going to tell Mom and Dad I won it in a raffle at the mall."
"And you think they'll *believe* that?  No way!"
"Why not?"
"Because . . . because," she gasped, "because they can't.  How can he 
buy you a *car*?  You guys just met like two months ago!"
Marianne glanced at me, smiling weakly.
"I tried to talk him out of it.  He wouldn't listen."
Hayley's head rolled around dizzily.
"God!  I am so jealous I want to die!  I can't believe this!  A car!"
"I'll let you ride in it.  I figure we'll drive to school in it.  But 
you can't tell Mom and Dad, okay?  All kinds of shit will hit the fan 
if they find out the truth."
Hayley gradually regained her equilibrium.
"I won't," she gasped.  "But . . . but . . . you guys, you have to let 
me keep, you know, coming over all, okay?  Please?"
Marianne rubbed her arm.
"We will.  We talked about it.  It's okay."
Hayley finally managed a smile.
"Thanks."
"No problem," I said.
I paid the check, and we left shortly after that.  Hayley continued 
periodically exclaiming, "A car!  God!" on the way back until Marianne 
finally got her to chill about it.  
When we got inside the house, Marianne put her arms around my neck.
"Let me show you how grateful I am."
I felt Hayley pressing herself against my back.
"Me, too," she said giggling.
We worked our way up the stairs, pulling off random bits of clothing on 
the way.  By the time we reached the bed, I was fondling two pairs of 
firm breasts.  Marianne and Hayley climbed above me and took turns 
kissing me.  I pulled them up a bit further to suckle their breasts, 
moving them around.  As big as they were, Marianne's tits would swing 
back and forth a bit when she hung over me like this, but Hayley's 
didn't.  She was so firm that her tits held their shape no matter how 
she positioned herself.  
As I sucked on four tits at once, I reached down and began fingering 
two blonde pussies.  I slipped an index finger into both of them, 
trying to see if I could tell the difference.  Hayley was a bit 
tighter, but that was it.  Even getting two fingers into her was 
difficult, not that it was much easier with Marianne.  
I masturbated them both with my thumbs and fingers, continuing to suck 
on their nipples.  They moaned at me, giggling, pushing their tits all 
over my face.  
I came briefly up for air, getting free from this great mass of 
mammarial flesh.
"Let's see who comes first."
They moaned in unison, and Marianne pushed herself back at my hand.  
Soon they were both humping my fingers as my thumbs worked busily over 
their clits.  I noticed as they got more and more turned on that their 
reactions were almost identical.  Marianne was slightly more 
expressive, but I thought I could put that down to her greater 
experience.  They might not be twins, but it seemed to me that they had 
gotten about as much of the same DNA as two fraternal sisters could.
What was even more interesting was that they seemed to be feeding off 
each other's arousal.  One would moan or whimper and the other would do 
the same thing in response.  In their eagerness to get me to suck on 
their tits, they were all but rubbing their nipples together.  
Marianne came first, but Hayley was right behind her.  If you allowed 
for the fact that Marianne and I had much more of a sexual history than 
I did with Hayley, they might as well have come together.  In any case, 
they both whimpered and bit at my ears, shaking and spasming into my 
hands.  Then they withdrew and collapsed against me.
Marianne lifted herself up a few moments later, smiling.
"That was fun."
"Yeah."
She reached over and caressed Hayley's back tenderly.  Hayley just 
snuggled against me, making the little contented noises I had gotten 
used to.
"What do you want to do?" Marianne asked.
"You decide."
She grinned.
"Okay, because I did have some ideas.  I think tonight's lesson is 
going to be Anal Sex."
Hayley's head shot up in surprise.
"What?"
"Come on.  Don't chicken out.  You told me you were thinking about it."
"Yeah, but . . ."
"Just try it."
"We don't have to go all the way if you don't like it," I said.
Hayley looked back and forth between me and her sister.
"What do I do?"
Marianne jumped up.
"Let me do it."
She ran into the bathroom and returned with the massage oil we used 
when she wanted it anally.  Hayley watched, not moving.
Marianne first set the oil down and crawled up the bed to take my 
erection in her mouth.  Hayley sat up and joined her, and the two of 
them alternated on me for about a minute.  Then Marianne withdrew.
"Get on your hands and knees up by the headboard."
Hayley complied, pulling a couple of pillows under her to brace 
herself.  Marianne came up behind her and squirted some oil into her 
hand.  She rubbed it between Hayley's cheeks, then poked into Hayley's 
butt with her index finger.  I saw Hayley cringe a bit as she did it, 
but she didn't do anything stop her.  As I watched, Marianne lubricated 
her sister thoroughly.  Finally she turned and rubbed the oil all over 
my erection.  
"She's all yours."
Marianne lay down beside us as I got behind Hayley.  Hayley tried to 
stretch herself open as I approached.  I could see her sphincter 
clenching and relaxing nervously as I placed the head of my cock 
between her butt cheeks.
"Push back at him so you're stretched open more," Marianne said.  "It 
makes it easier."
Hayley tried to comply, and very slowly, I eased the head of my dick 
into her rectum.  She gasped and squirmed as I slipped inside.
"Oh, God."
Marianne rubbed her back.
"Just relax.  Let yourself get used to it."
She took Hayley's nearest hand and tried to push it between her legs.
"If you play with yourself while he does it, it helps too."
I felt Hayley tense up around me.
"You mean--?"
Marianne snorted.
"Come on.  I know you do it.  So do I.  So does everyone.  There's 
nothing wrong with helping yourself along.  Trust me, it will make it 
easier."
Hayley moved her hand tentatively between her thighs, and I felt the 
tips of her fingers brushing against my balls.  I withdrew slowly and 
began to fuck her ass.  Marianne watched both my reactions and 
Hayley's, and before long, she was playing with herself too.  
Hayley was soon so consumed with the sensations that her 
apprehensiveness vanished.  She pushed back at me with each thrust, 
trying to pull herself even further open.  Her fingers worked busily in 
her sex as I pumped her firm cheerleading butt.  Her other hand was 
braced against the headboard, opening and closing rhythmically.
Marianne lay on her back beside her, fucking herself with two fingers.  
She licked her lips looking up at me and then reached toward Hayley 
with her free hand.  She took a stiff nipple between her fingers and 
began tweaking it.
Hayley moaned, moving faster, nearing orgasm.  She had relaxed enough 
that I slid in and out of her easily, bottoming out in her bowels with 
each thrust.  Her hand was a blur between her thighs.
"Oh God . . . oh God . . . fuck my ass . . . fuck me, fuck, fuck, shit!  
Oh!"
She went into convulsions under me, her sphincter pinching painfully 
down on my cock.  The vibrations of her ass brought me swiftly to 
climax myself, and my last sight before I poured myself into Hayley's 
ass was her sister, hand halfway into her twat, shivering in orgasm 
beside us.
I came so hard I might have passed out.  In any case, I lost track of 
things until I realized Marianne was cleaning my detumescent dick with 
a wet washcloth.  Hayley was out cold on her stomach beside me.  I 
could see a streak of semen on her smooth, tanned, buttocks.
"How was she?"
"Great," I gasped.
"That was so hot.  So fucking hot.  I came so hard it hurt."
"Me too."
She continued cleaning my dick until she was satisfied, then she took 
it into her mouth to get me back up.  Hayley regained consciousness 
about a minute later and came up on her elbows to see what was going 
on.
I ran my fingers through her hair, pushing it away from her face.
"How you doing, Little Kit?"
She smiled.
"A little sore.  But that was great.  I had no idea it would feel so 
good."
She lay across my chest and watched her sister working on my dick.  I 
continued caressing her and playing with her hair.  I pulled Marianne 
off after a few minutes.
"Enough of that.  Come here."
She came up and kissed me as I fondled her big tits.  I pulled her up 
further to suck on her nipples, but she was rather swiftly sitting on 
my face and riding my tongue.  Hayley took her place at my dick, 
sucking on me while I ate her sister.
I took Marianne's tight cheerleading butt in my hands, pulling her to 
my mouth.  I forced my tongue as far into her as I could get it, 
fucking her with it while I worked my lips against her clit.  Hayley 
was bobbing avidly on my erection now, but the added stimulation just 
made me lick Marianne more eagerly. 
Marianne braced herself against the wall, whimpering and twisting over 
my mouth.  I spun my tongue around and around her clit the way I knew 
she liked while I caressed her buttocks.  She stood it for only another 
minute before backing down and squatting over my dick.  Hayley held it 
up for her, positioning me, and Marianne swallowed me up with her tight 
pussy.
She spread herself open, arching her back and letting herself settle as 
far down as she could.  I felt myself probing more deeply into her than 
I had perhaps ever been.  Marianne whimpered softly as if in pain, 
gripping her big tits in her hands.
No wanting to be left out, Hayley came up beside me, wanting to take 
her sister's place on my mouth.  I let her, but had her turn around to 
face Marianne.  The two of them leaned together, heads on each other's 
shoulders, and began riding me.
I lost myself in them after that, fucking one and eating the other, 
reaching up to grope at random breasts.  Not long into it, I 
encountered a hand on Hayley's left tit and realized that Marianne was 
tweaking her nipples as I was trying to do.  Hayley didn't seem to 
mind, and I contented myself with playing with Marianne.  But suddenly 
Hayley was pushing my hands out of the way to fondle Marianne in 
return, tweaking and pinching her nipples as Marianne was doing to her.
I couldn't take much more of this, but it was too soon after fucking 
Hayley to come.  I fucked up at Marianne roughly, and she pounded 
herself down at me just as hard.  Hayley's hips were rapidly rolling up 
and back over my mouth, pushing down so far I almost couldn't breath.  
One of them cried out--I couldn't tell who--and soon the other was 
shrieking with her.  As near as I could tell, they came as one, 
Marianne spasming around my dick, Hayley shuddering over my tongue.  I 
gave Marianne a few last spastic thrusts and erupted into her tight 
teenage pussy.
Hayley fell forward across the bed, leaving her legs tangled up with 
arms.  Marianne fell onto my chest, still moving slowly over my aching 
dick.  I lay half-dead on my back.
Marianne laughed weakly, not lifting her head from my shoulder.
"Shit.  Shit," she gasped.  "I wanna do that again."
"You'll kill me."
She came up now and kissed me. 
"I love you," she said softly.
"I love you too, Kitten."
She bit my ear happily, purring.
"Meow.  Meow, meow, meow."
* * *
Ch. 15 Codes: Mf, teen, oral, rom
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Marianne's eighteenth birthday was on Wednesday.  Since I was still an 
unknown quantity to her family (with the exception of Hayley), I was 
left out of the primary celebration of her majority.  Marianne 
explained to me how she had had Giselle call her house pretending to be 
an official from the "raffle" and delivering the news of the new car.  
The Bug itself arrived Thursday afternoon to much shrieking and 
screaming.  I watched the scene down the street from a second floor 
window of my house but stayed out of it.
On Friday night, Marianne told her parents that she was going out (in 
her new car) to celebrate her birthday with her friends, although she 
was really going out with me.  She arrived at seven-forty-five dressed 
in a pale blue slip dress.  From the fit of the thing, it didn't look 
like she was wearing a bra, but her big tits seemed under control 
nonetheless, so I decided that she had stick-ons or some strapless 
contraption under it.  Ivory nylons and pumps completed the look.
She gave me as big a kiss as she could with ruining her makeup.
"Hi, babe."
"Kitten.  How's the car?"
She smiled.
"It is *so* cool.  You can't imagine how phat it is.  I get dizzy just 
driving it around.  And it has the most totally awesome stereo."
"You ready to go?"
"I'm driving, right?"
I laughed.
"Of course."
She bounced back out to the driveway and got into the Bug.  I climbed 
into the passenger seat and took in the interior.  It really was very 
nice, typical Teutonic styling--neat, clean, modernist lines without a 
lot of useless gadgetry.
Marianne turned on the ignition, and some deafening techno-punk music 
came blasting out of eight speakers at once.  My hands shot over my 
ears involuntarily, and Marianne reached for the volume, turning it 
down about thirty decibels.
I rubbed my ears and stretched my jaw.
"Ouch."
"Sorry.  But this really is a great stereo."
The lead singer was screeching something like "everything he lacks he 
makes up in denial."
"What is this?"
"The Offspring."
"Never heard of them.  Who are they?"
"A punk band.  This is my totally fave song."
"I was into punk rock in college.  I guess things have changed."
"That was what, 1970-something?"
"I graduated in 1980.  Punk back then was the Sex Pistols and the Dead 
Kennedys."
"Some people still listen to the DKs.  They've got this song that's 
like 'I'm too drunk--"
"'To Fuck,' right.  We used to play that thing just endlessly."
"It's a cool song."
I reflected for a moment that I was dating someone who hadn't even been 
born when I got out of college.  Her parents hadn't even been married 
when I lost my virginity to Mary Jo Beadman in 1975.  I wondered what 
had ever happened to her.
Marianne reached the entrance to our neighborhood.
"So where are we going?"
"Down the hill toward the beach.  We have reservations at Bernardo's."
Her face lit up.
"Phat.  I've never been there.  Is it good?"
"Some of the best Italian food you'll find south of San Francisco."
I knew, of course, that Marianne was quite fond of that sort of 
cuisine.  She got us to Bernardo's just before eight, and the valet 
took her Bug.  She gave it a last lingering glance before taking my arm 
and following me inside.
The maitre d' welcomed us as we entered the foyer.
"Mr. Chandler, so nice to see you again.  And this lovely young lady 
must be the guest of honor tonight."
He summoned a waiter.
"Everything is as you requested.  Please enjoy your evening."
I tipped him twenty bucks as we entered the restaurant, and the bill 
disappeared into his coat pocket as if nothing had occurred.  The 
waiter led us to a table in the corner, overlooking the beach.  He 
helped Marianne into her seat and then me into mine.  He handed us the 
menus and then withdrew.
Marianne looked around the restaurant, still a little in awe.
"You've been here before?"
"I come here fairly often on business.  So they know who I am."
"It must be nice to have people kiss your butt all the time."
I laughed.
"It's only because I'm a regular here.  There are plenty of places in 
town where we could be treated like peons if you'd like that better."
I felt her toe stroking my leg.
"No.  This is great."
The waiter returned with a bottle of Roederer, which he opened and 
served without a glance at Marianne.  He ran through the evening's 
specials and then left again to let us decide.
Marianne regarded her champagne for a moment and then took a sip.
"Wow.  This is really . . ."
She struggled for the right description.
"Dry," I offered.
"Yeah."
"That's how it's supposed to be.  The champagne you may have had before 
was probably a lot sweeter."
"Sweeter, and kind of nasty.  But this is good."
"I hope so.  It doesn't get much more expensive than this."  I lifted 
my glass and tapped it to hers.  "Happy Birthday."
She took another sip and giggled.
"It's going to my head."
"Enjoy it.  It's your birthday."
Her toe continued to stroke my leg.
"I have some surprises for you, too.  But you'll just have to wait."
Marianne settled on the Veal Marsala, and I got the Lobster and Crab 
Ravioli.  The food was excellent, as always, and we spent two hours 
eating and flirting with each other.  Bernardo's had a strolling 
violinist on Friday and Saturday nights, and when they brought out our 
desserts, he came over and played with the waiters when they sang 
"Happy Birthday."  
Marianne was a bit tipsy from the champagne by the time we were done, 
so she gave me the keys to her Bug as we left.
"Do you have anything else planned?"
"Just home," I said.
"I don't want to go home yet.  Can we go somewhere else, just to sit 
and talk some more?"
"In the car or out?"
"I don't care."
The valet brought up the Bug, and as I listened to the Offspring 
chanting about some girl with "issues," I drove us down the beach to a 
public park on the cliff above the surf.  "I wish you wouldn't call me 
daddy when we're gettin' it on," they sang, and I gave sincere thanks 
that I didn't seem to have that problem.
The temperature was still in the seventies, but I gave Marianne my coat 
anyway.  We walked out to a bench overlooking the ocean.  Marianne took 
my hand and leaned against my shoulder.
"We're legal," she said after we had been sitting together for a few 
minutes.
"Yep."
"I've been thinking."
"About what?"
"I need to tell my parents about you.  Some time.  I don't think 
there's anything to be ashamed of now."
"What do you think they'll do?"
"My dad will go postal.  My mom, I don't know.  She's always kind of 
leaned on me to 'date responsibly,' whatever that means.  She never 
liked Randy.  I don't know what she'd make of you.  She's the same age 
you are."
"What can they do, at this point?"
"Throw me out of the house.  I don't know if it would come to that, 
though."
A chill ran down my spine as I thought of such a confrontation.
"I don't want you to have to make that choice."
"I already have.  If they want me to go, I will."
I kicked myself internally as I realized that Marianne had thought this 
through further than I had.  But (not that it was a very difficult 
decision), I knew I would take her in if I had to, since I would be the 
reason her parents threw her out.  Yes, I had been thinking marriage, 
kids, old age together, but I was thinking of that for the future, once 
Marianne had left for college or at least graduated.  Not while she was 
still in high school.
She snuggled against me.
"Take me home."
On the drive back, I took the opportunity to stroke Marianne's leg.  
She purred as I did, sliding down the seat a little.  I felt up under 
her dress, and she opened herself further.  Thereupon, I discovered--oh 
ho!, I thought to myself--that she was not wearing nylons, as I had 
assumed.  The sheer fabric gave way to a border of lace, and then her 
bare thigh.
She grinned.
"Surprise number one."
I probed a bit further, and discovered that the stockings (hold-ups, 
apparently) were her sole lower undergarments.  My fingers soon reached 
a prickly nest of trimmed pubic hair and the hot flesh of her sex.
"Number two?" I asked.
"Mmm-hmm.  But there's another."
I explored for a few moments, not finding anything different.  Marianne 
just looked at me slyly.
"You won't find it that way."
I played with her for a moment, getting her to lubricate enough to slip 
my middle finger into her an inch or two.
She gasped softly, gritting her teeth.
"That's nice.  Don't stop doing that.  But you're still looking in the 
wrong place.  You're close, though."
"Now I'm really intrigued."
She took my wrist in her hand, holding me in place.
"You'll have to wait.  Keep doing that."
I worked my finger into her as I drove home, removing it only when I 
had to shift gears.  Marianne stretched herself back into the seat as I 
played with her, getting wetter and hotter.  She liked me to keep a 
finger inside her and rub my palm against her clit, so that was what I 
did for a few minutes.  Her eyes were closed and her breath came hot 
and heavy in the close confines of her car.  Her hand remained tight on 
my wrist, squeezing it rhythmically.  I sped my movements when she 
began to whimper and twist slowly in her seat.  Finally her hand 
clamped tightly on my arm, and she shuddered in orgasm.
I kept my finger inside her after she came, slowly probing into her 
tight wetness.  She purred but remained still until we reached my 
house.
She hopped out of the car, backing up towards the door with her hands 
clasped behind her back.
"Are you dying of anticipation now?"
"Close."
She opened the door and continued up the stairs.
"I really hope you like this."
"Let's see it, whatever it is."
When she reached the bedroom, she stopped me.
"Wait.  Don't look.  Let me get these off.  They're about the least 
sexy things in the world."
She made me turn away, but I saw her reach into her dress and remove 
the stick-ons she had apparently been wearing on her breasts.  She 
tossed them behind her, and her big tits now bounced unrestrained under 
the fabric.  She smiled at me.
"Okay.  You can see it now."
I slipped the straps of her dress off her shoulders, and it slid down 
her body to the floor.  As it slipped off, her left hand came up and 
covered something at her hip, which momentarily distracted me from her 
delicious form, naked except for the ivory stockings.
She paused for a moment in apprehension, then moved the hand away, 
revealing her last surprise.
Just below her bikini line, on the left side, was a fresh tattoo of a 
little ginger kitten.  It could only have been a day or two old--
probably done on her birthday, I thought, since that was the soonest 
she could have done it on her own--and the word "Meow" rose from its 
grinning face.
"Do you like it?"
I dropped down to examine it.  I was touched, more than I would have 
thought before I saw it.
"It's about the sweetest, sexiest thing I've ever seen."
She beamed at me, eyes growing moist.
"Because I'm your kitten."
I rose from my squat and took her in my arms.  
"Yes, you are."
She pressed herself against me, and I kissed her for a few moments.
"Has anyone else seen it?"
"Ashley and Giselle went with me on Wednesday when I had it done.  I 
showed it to Hayley last night.  That's it."
"What did she think of it?"
"What do you think?  She wants to get one herself now."
"Which I guess she can't t do."
"No.  And I'd kill her if she did.  You belong to me, even if I'm 
letting her borrow you sometimes."
I picked her up and carried her to the bed.  I laid her on the mattress 
and stripped rapidly out of my clothes.  Marianne lay on her back 
watching me and smiling.  I crawled up between her stockinged thighs to 
look at the kitten again.  The artist had somehow gotten a mischievous 
expression on its face, even though it was scarcely an inch high.  Like 
the Cat who ate the Canary, I thought--not to mention eating a few 
other things.
I bent to her pretty blonde twat and began licking her gently.  She was 
still wet from my attentions in the car, and I soon had her moaning and 
writhing on the bed.  She put her thighs on my shoulders and humped 
herself at my mouth.  I kept looking at the kitten, thinking how damned 
sexy that thing was, a notice posted just above her sex that it--and 
the rest of her--belonged to me.  A kitten and her pussy.  Meow, meow, 
meow.
I ate her like my life depended on it.
She came in a rush, shrieking and almost throwing herself from the bed.  
I gave her no mercy, holding her tight cheerleading butt to my mouth.  
Her hands clawed at my head, seeking some respite, but they were soon 
gripping my hair and holding me in place.  Her second orgasm heaved 
from her body like an epileptic seizure, and her feet drummed on my 
back so hard they sent momentary spasms of pain down my spine.  
She came a third time after I had been eating her furiously for almost 
five minutes.  Now she finally forced me from between her thighs, 
gasping for breath, still twitching and shuddering.  Her hands remained 
tight claws on my shoulders, holding me off.  Slowly, she relaxed and 
melted back into the bed.  I crawled up beside her and took her in my 
arms.
"I love you, kitten."
She could manage only a weak moan, but she moved softy against me.  I 
let her rest for a few minutes before rolling her on her back again.  
When I crawled between her thighs, she laughed quietly.
"You're not letting me do anything for you."
"It's your birthday.  Be happy."
I slid forward into her effortlessly, as wet and ready as she was.  She 
lay on her back and let me make love to her, moving smoothly with my 
thrusts.  I worked myself against her in the ways I knew she liked, 
keeping my cock deeply inside her.  She gasped as I bottomed out, 
hugging me tightly.
"I love you.  I love you."
I bent myself down and took a nipple in my mouth, sucking it hard as I 
continued to fuck her.  When I had one nipple stiff and wet, I moved to 
the other.  Marianne held me tightly, moaning and whimpering at what I 
was doing to her.  Her legs were wrapped closely around mine, and the 
smooth fabric of her stockings slid against me as we thrust at each 
other.  Her hands moved rapidly over my back and buttocks, squeezing 
and pinching as if they had minds of their own.  I looked down at her, 
watching the flush of impending orgasm spreading over her chest.  Her 
eyes had lost their focus in her fog of arousal, and they rolled 
dizzily around.  A low shudder began in her abdomen, spreading upward, 
across her chest, and her back slowly arched and her teeth clenched, 
eyes tightly shut and head rolled back into the pillow as a long feline 
whine escaped her throat.  Then her hips began hammering up at mine, 
and I watched as this seizure, something too profound and fundamental 
to be called an orgasm, coursed through her body.  It peaked, she let 
out an agonized cry through her teeth, and then fainted dead away.
That had never happened to me before, and for a moment I was a little 
worried.  Then her eyes slowly as she panted for breath.
"Whoa.  Wow.  Shit."
She hugged me, and I kissed the sweat from her brow.
"What did you just do?"
"I'm not sure.  But I gather you liked it."
She whimpered, kissing my neck.
"Just come.  Come in me.  I can't take any more of this."
I moved in her slowly, and about ten seconds of deliberate thrusts were 
enough to get me off.  Marianne held me close, doing her best to help.  
I stayed inside her until I was completely limp and slipped out on my 
own.  Marianne refused to release me, holding tight on my neck as I 
rolled off.  I drifted off to sleep beside her, knowing it wasn't the 
wisest thing to do, but no longer much caring.
* * *
Ch. 16 Codes: Mf, Mff, teen, oral, public sex, exhib, semi-ff, semi-
inc, rom
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
Nothing much happened the next week or so, during which Marianne made 
clear to me that she was now the envy of all her friends, and not 
entirely because of her new car.  Only a few of them knew the truth of 
where she had gotten it, but apparently much of her class knew that she 
was dating someone quite a bit older than she was, and that he was 
buying her all sorts of presents.  In the back of my mind, I couldn't 
help but wonder how long it would take for this news to filter back to 
her parents.  Not that I could do much about it now.
On Thursday, I came home to find Marianne in my office, logged in with 
my account on America Online.  I bent down and kissed her cheek.
"What are you up to, Kitten?"
"Just browsing around."
I noticed that she was reading an Internet newsgroup that seemed to be 
filled with sexually oriented posts.
"That looks like more than browsing around."
She grinned.
"It's a story group."
"Sex stories?"
"Right.  See, I've been thinking that what we've been doing would make 
a killer story."
A chill shot down my spine.
"You're not going to announce all this to the entire world, are you?"
She laughed.
"No.  I'd do it anonymously.  Besides, who would believe all this?  But 
it would be cool just the same."
"I'm not much of a writer."
"I know, I want to do it.  But I don't think I'd do it from my 
perspective.  There's too much stuff like that already.  I was thinking 
I could write it from yours."
"Mine?"
"Yeah.  I think that would get a lot of people's attention.  I bet it 
would be popular.  I already have the title picked out." 
I kissed her forehead.
"Whatever.  Just don't get me in trouble."
I went down to the kitchen for a beer, and she appeared a few minutes 
later.
"Anyway.  I was talking to Hayley.  She wanted me to ask you if we 
could go to her game  tonight."
"Tonight?"
"The J.V. squad.  She cheers for them, remember?"
"Oh, yeah."  Then I had a thought. "This isn't another commando 
mission, is it?"
She grinned evilly.
"Does that turn you on?"
"Don't joke about stuff like that."
"I told Hayley about that night.  She was totally stoked about it."
She watched the horrified look on my face for a second or two and then 
laughed.
"God, you get embarrassed so easily.  No, she's not going to do that.  
She's not brave enough.  She just wants you to come and watch her."
"Who else will be there?"
"Not my folks, if that's what you're thinking.  Hardly anybody I know, 
to be honest.  Probably just the parents and other underclassmen."
"Okay.  What do you have in mind?"
"I'll go get her in about half an hour, then we can drive back over to 
school."
I went upstairs to change clothes.  I was down to my boxer shorts and 
rooting through my closet when I felt Marianne embracing me from 
behind.  She pressed her big breasts against me, feeling my stomach.
"We're going to be late if you keep that up."
She giggled softly.
"I couldn't resist you."
One hand on my stomach slipped under the waistband of my boxers and 
found my dick.  She began to stroke it gently.
"Now we're really going to be late."
She stopped jerking me off and just hugged me.
"There's something I've been meaning to tell you."
"What?"
I tried to turn around, but she stopped me.
"Just let me say this before I lose my nerve.  But you have to promise 
me you won't take this the wrong way."
"I'll try."
She was quiet a moment or two.
"That first afternoon that I came over . . . the magazines and all . . 
. do you remember that?"
I tried to keep my voice level.
"Yes."
"That was bullshit.  I wasn't selling magazines.  I just wanted to meet 
you."
My head swam for a second, and I struggled with this revelation.  That 
meant . . . well . . . what the hell did it mean?
"Really."
"Yeah.  I didn't intend to do it with you that afternoon, that's not 
what I mean.  I'd just seen you now and then, driving your Mercedes up 
and down the street with the top down.  I wasn't sure what it was you 
did.  One day it occurred to me that you were pretty cute.  But you had 
always been 'the rich guy at the end of the street,' you know, pretty 
much out of reach.  That afternoon, I was sitting around the house 
feeling bored, and I thought, 'How could I go meet him?'  I just 
happened to see the brochure from when we were raising money this 
summer, and I figured that would work."
We had remained how we were, with Marianne leaning against my back.  I 
reached up and held her hands, which were still on my stomach.
"How did we end up having sex then?"
I couldn't see her, but I could sense her smiling just the same.
"You wanted to see my tits, remember?  It never struck you as weird 
that I didn't slap you or something?  That I just ripped my top off 
instead?"
"I have to admit I wondered about that."
"It was because I was thinking, 'Whoa, this guy actually likes me.'  I 
was so wired I wasn't really thinking straight.  And when I got home, I 
kept looking at that check and not believing what I had just done.  It 
all happened so fast I almost couldn't believe it, except there was 
that check.  For the next day or so, I just went around in a daze.  I 
kept thinking about what we did, and how much fun it had been, even if 
it hadn't lasted very long.  And, I don't know, the money just made it 
that much more exciting.  That was why I came back the next night.  And 
why I kept coming back.  Not because of the money.  Because being with 
you was so exciting.  So much more than doing anything with Randy."
I took a deep breath.
"Well, I'm glad."
"So, I'm not a hooker.  I'm just me, and I love you."
Now I forced my way around to face her.  Her face was lined with 
tension.
"I never thought of you that way.  Honestly.  I don't know what I was 
thinking, but I never looked at it like that.  Not with you.  I've told 
you that."
She laid her head on my chest and hugged me tightly.
"Thanks."
"I love you, Kitten.  That's all that matters."
"I love you, too."
She let me finished getting dressed and then went home to get Hayley.  
They reappeared in Marianne's Bug a few minutes later.  Hayley was in 
the backseat in her uniform, which looked the same as Marianne's except 
for a little "J.V." stitched into the fabric over her left breast.
"Hi, Steve."
"Little Kit."
She rubbed my shoulder.
"Thanks for coming."
"No problem."
Marianne drove us to school, and Hayley soon ran off to join her 
friends on the J.V. squad.  Marianne and I got a seat near the front to 
watch her.  I kept an eye out for weird looks from the other 
spectators, but noticed nothing.  I thought, with no small feeling of 
irony, that everyone would no doubt assume Marianne was my daughter.
I bought some peanuts and two drinks from the vending stand and 
rejoined Marianne.  She laid her head on my shoulder, nuzzling me 
quickly.
"Thanks."
"It's not a football game without peanuts."
The game started soon thereafter, though I spent more time watching the 
cheerleaders than the football.  The J.V. squad was not, shall we say, 
as pulchritudinous as the varsity girls, and Hayley was far and away 
the prettiest of the group.  She waved at me once but otherwise stuck 
to her job.
"Hayley really likes you," Marianne said a few minutes later.
"I know."
"I mean, she *really* likes you.  I'm talking boyfriend territory.  
She's begun talking about all this like she's your junior girlfriend."
"Is that a problem?"
"It might be, eventually.  Not with me, but with other people.  She's 
not . . . you've probably noticed this already . . . she's not the most 
mature person in the world."
"She's fifteen."
"Exactly.  I've been trying to get a few things across to her, about 
how I'm just being nice to her about this, but I don't know how much is 
sinking in."
"She's not jealous of you?"
"No.  Not at all.  But she does think of herself as part of this unit 
now.  Not just Steve and Marianne.  To her, it's Steve, Marianne, and 
Hayley."
"Oh."
"Right.  And I don't know where she's going to go with this."
"Disregarding all of the moral and legal issues, do you have a problem 
with it?"
"No.  I've told you that.  However weird it might sound, I really don't 
mind having her around as long as she understands that I'm number one.  
Which, so far, she seems to.  I'm just worried that she's going to say 
something to someone about this without meaning to.  Nobody else knows 
about you and her.  Not even the other girls on the squad.  I've never 
told any of them."
"Okay."  
"And it really drives me crazy sometimes, because if she were eighteen, 
I think I would just say, 'Fuck the world.  I'm having fun here and I 
don't care what anyone thinks about it.'"
"Which you can't do."
"No.  And I hate that."
I thought for a few moments.
"What if you told the other girls?  How would they react?"
She twisted her mouth pensively.
"I don't know.  Giselle wouldn't give a shit.  Ashley probably wouldn't 
care either.  Tiffany . . . I'd rather leave out of it.  She's really 
distanced herself from us since that night."
"But Hayley knows about them?"
"Oh, yeah.  I've told her all of that."
"Maybe if you told them about Hayley . . . brought her into this little 
group . . . she might better understand the need for discretion.  She 
would have people to talk to about it besides you.  She wouldn't feel 
any burning desire to tell anyone else."
Marianne bit her lip.
"Huh.  You know, that might just work."
"Even if we're giving the group stuff a rest for now.  Bring her into 
the cabal."
She nodded.
"Okay.  I will.  I think that's a good idea.  I'll tell Giselle and 
Ashley, but not Tiffany.  Hayley can sort of take Tiffany's place.  I 
think they'll actually like that.  From what I can tell, I think 
they're sort of pissed at her anyway, for behaving the way she has 
been."
"That's too bad.  I liked her."
Marianne shrugged.
"I think she'll get over herself eventually.  But I'm thinking maybe I 
can fuck with her a little if she decides she wants back in."
"How?"
She just grinned.
"Let me worry about that."
At halftime, I went looking for a place to take a leak.  Having found 
(on my prior visit) the field restrooms to be too crowded and poorly 
maintained for my taste, I went across the field into the school.  When 
I exited the men's room, I turned the corner into the hall and ran 
right into Hayley.
"Oops--hey."
She put her arms around my waist and grinned at me.
"Hi."
I took her hands, intending to free myself, but she refused to let go.  
I looked around us in apprehension, but saw that the school appeared 
deserted.
"What are you up to, Little Kit?"
"I was waiting for you."
"I can see that.  Why?"
"Come here."
She let go of my waist but took my arm and pulled me toward a nearby 
classroom.  I followed her, at least to see what she wanted.  She 
opened the door and pulled me inside the darkened room.  The look in 
her eyes pretty much told me what she had in mind.
"Marianne knows.  She said it was all right."
"I'm more worried about getting caught."
She pulled me toward the teacher's desk and then sat in the middle of 
it on the blotter.
"We won't get caught, jeez.  Let me explain."
"Okay."
"This room belongs to my English teacher.  I hate her.  Last week she 
gave me detention for being thirty seconds late because this other 
teacher wanted to talk to me after class.  She wouldn't cut me any 
slack even after I had the other teacher talk to her."
"So you want to have sex on her desk?"
She grinned.
"Yeah.  Don't you think that would be cool?"
I glanced toward the door.
"Steve, come on.  We don't have to do anything wild.  Besides, the 
longer we stand here discussing it, the bigger chance we have of 
getting caught."
She tugged on the waistband of my jeans, looking up at me entreatingly.  
I gave in at that point, and bent down to kiss her.  She was soon 
unbuttoning my jeans and digging into my boxers to find my dick.  I 
pulled her uniform top over her breasts and took them into my hands.  
We continued kissing as I tweaked her nipples and she stroked my 
stiffening cock.  Then she pushed me back a bit and bent to take me in 
her mouth.  She sucked on me rapidly, swirling her tongue around the 
head and glans as I continued to play with her breasts.  
She lifted her head and replaced her mouth with her hand.
"Does that feel good?"
I grunted, nodding, and she returned to oral attentions.  I stopped 
caressing her tits and took her blonde head in my hands, feeling her 
bobbing up and down.  I glanced again at the door, listening for anyone 
in the hall.  
Finally I pulled her off.  Grinning and trying to keep from giggling, 
Hayley leaned back and reached under her skirt to slide off her bottoms 
and panties.  Then she put her legs around my waist and pulled me 
forward.
I slipped into her easily, as tight as she was, and she wrapped herself 
around me.  I felt all those tight cheerleading muscles gripping me as 
I moved rapidly within her.  Hayley sat up to kiss me, and I used my 
free hand to play with her firm tits.  At this angle, she was almost 
suspended on my dick, and I lifted her up a bit to increase the 
friction, rocking back and forth to rub myself against her.  She 
whimpered, pulling me closer and biting at my shoulder. 
I reached under her skirt, taking that hard cheerleader butt in my 
hands.  Her little feet rubbed against my ass and thighs, trying to get 
me further inside her.  I began to lose my grip on the risks we were 
taking as all my attention was drawn to that hot, wet, and oh-so-tight 
pressure around my erection.  Hayley continued to moan and whimper 
against me, running her hands up my T-shirt and digging her nails into 
my back.  
Finally, a quiet shudder ran through Hayley's body, she let out a 
little squeak, and she bit painfully at my shoulder.  I felt her 
spasming around me, and I looked down myself fucking this hot little 
fifteen-year-old blonde, still dressed in her disarrayed cheerleading 
outfit as she shuddered in orgasm.  I gave her another four or five 
rapid thrusts and squirted off deeply inside her.
As the energy of this coupling drained from us, Hayley leaned back on 
the desk, and I leaned forward over her, feeling the hard pressure of 
her tits against my chest.
I caught my breath as quickly as I could and withdrew.  Hayley sat up 
halfway but stayed on the desk.  She looked down at herself, grinning.  
I followed her gaze and realized that she was getting all my come to 
run out of her onto this poor teacher's desk.
"Uh."
She giggled.
"This will be *so* cool.  I bet she won't even know what it is right 
away."
Hayley backed up wiping herself clean and then wiping her fingers on 
the blotter.  Then she hopped off the desk, being careful not to get 
any semen on her uniform.
She came up on her tiptoes and kissed me.
"Thanks.  That was great."
She shoved her uniform bottoms and panties into my jeans pocket and ran 
out of the room, giggling.  By the time I got out to the hall, she was 
too far away to stop.
I returned to the stands just as the game was getting underway.  
Marianne was waiting with a sly smile on her face.
"Where were you all this time?"
"I was detained."
"Uh-huh."
She leaned against me and kissed my neck.  
"You knew?"
"She asked."
"Okay.  Did she mention this too?"
As discreetly as I could, I showed her Hayley's uniform bottoms.  
Marianne's eyebrows shot up.
"Oh, shit.  She didn't.  Not right after . . ."
She looked out at the field, where Hayley had rejoined the squad.  She 
regarded us with a triumphant grin on her face.
"Oh, my God!" Marianne whispered.  "I don't believe her!  She just--I 
mean you--"
"Right."
"God!  She's crazy!"
Marianne was soon battling hysterical convulsions of laughter, and 
losing.  I tried to maintain my composure lest some of the other 
spectators think something was up.
The game began, but all I could do was watch Hayley leading the 
cheerleaders, knowing that her freshly fucked pussy was naked under 
that short skirt.  Once, after a particularly vigorous cheer, I even 
saw her reach down and wipe at her thigh.  I was too far away to see 
for sure, but almost certainly she was trying to clean off a few last 
drops of come she hadn't gotten earlier.  Beside me, Marianne kept 
looking at her sister and dissolving into fits of giggling.  I could 
tell that Hayley was enjoying our reactions immensely.
When the game was over, I took them home, and we were soon up in the 
bedroom.  Marianne helped Hayley out of her uniform and then smacked 
her on the butt as soon as she was naked.
"Ow!"
Hayley rubbed at the reddened spot and looked at Marianne in confusion. 
"That was for upstaging me like that.  I can't *believe* you!  Right 
after you--Jesus!  You were doing cheers with cum running down your 
legs!"
Hayley just grinned at her, then at me.  Marianne pushed her down on 
the bed and returned to where I was standing.
She pulled off her top and bra and closed with me.  I took her big tits 
in my hands as I kissed her, moving her around and feeling the weight.  
She pulled off my T-shirt, and we took each other's jeans off together.  
She dropped to her knees in front of me, taking me deeply into her 
mouth.  I held her blonde head in my hands and looked up at Hayley.  
She was playing idly with herself, two fingers casually exploring her 
folds as she watched us.  Marianne moved over me in long smooth 
strokes, pressing me against the back of her throat until she began to 
gag, then pulling back to massage the head with tongue and lips.
I pulled her off and led her to the bed.  She lay beside Hayley, and I 
marveled again at how much they resembled each other.  Not as twins, 
but as older and younger versions of the same model.  
I crawled between their legs and put one hand in each blonde pussy.  I 
slipped my middle fingers into each of them, and used my thumbs to play 
with their clits.  Marianne's kitten tattoo had largely healed, and 
though I knew she had already vetoed the idea, I kept thinking how hot 
it would look if Hayley got something to match her.
Hayley purred softly as I played with her, rolling her hips against my 
fingers.  Marianne watched me, and an odd look came into her eyes.
"What?" I asked.
"I can see something weird in your face.  Something you want to do with 
us."
"I'd like to eat you both at once.  If we could make it work."
She looked over at her sister and played with Hayley's hair.
"Mmm.  I like that idea.  Come here."
As I lay on my back near the headboard, Marianne had Hayley kneel over 
my face with her back to the wall.  She kept one knee down and lifted 
the other to place her foot behind my shoulder.  Marianne put her knee 
down next to Hayley's foot and placed her foot next to Hayley's knee in 
a reverse of the same position.  I stuffed a couple of pillows under my 
head, and by having Hayley lean back against the head board and 
Marianne push her hips forward, I had two blonde pussies pressed 
together over my mouth.  I buried myself in this wet flesh and began to 
eat.
I had enough room underneath them to stick two fingers into each girl.  
I probed between them with my tongue, flicking at two clits at once.  
They pressed down against me, moving their hips to open themselves 
further, stretching out those toned cheerleader thighs.  
They were soon both moaning and writhing above me as I ate and finger-
fucked them both at once.  When they occasionally pulled their hips 
apart, I could see up between them, seeing two pairs of big tits 
bumping and rubbing against each other.  Marianne had her head thrown 
back, though she hung onto the headboard behind Hayley.  Hayley had her 
arms spread wide along the back of it, back arched, abdomen heaving and 
thrusting at my tongue and her sister.
As they had the last time, they seemed to feed off each other's 
arousal.  Both of them were incredibly wet by now, fluids running out 
onto my hands as I probed at them.  I pulled them closer, getting one 
clit on each side of my tongue, getting them almost close enough to 
touch.  Marianne was humping my fingers as I ate her now, and Hayley 
was doing her best, though she was unable to move as much in her 
position.  
One cried out, then the other, hips thrashed over my mouth, and they 
came as one.  I ate them furiously, my tongue a blur over their clits.  
Marianne suddenly threw herself backwards, freeing her body from my 
assault.  Hayley lifted up and fell forward across me, resting her head 
on my thigh.  Marianne lay on the other side, face buried against my 
neck.  I caressed this pile of adolescent flesh and let them catch 
their breath.
Marianne recovered first, pulling herself closer to me.
"Meow," she said softly.
"Kitten."
"I liked that."
"I could tell."
She moaned against my shoulder.
"Mmm . . . wanna fuck?"
I rolled her on her back and slipped into her easily.  She lay calmly 
under me, doing nothing but wrap her arms around my waist and her legs 
around mine.  I kissed her deeply, penetrating her from two directions.  
I pushed more deeply into her, and she opened her legs, letting me 
bottom out against her cervix.  She groaned as I pressed the last bit 
of myself into her.
I heard a girlish giggle next to us and looked over to see Hayley 
watching.
"Marianne?"
"What?" she gasped.
"Do you think Steve has a big dick?  It seems big to me, but I have 
nothing to compare it to."
Marianne burst into laughter around her arousal, then hugged me 
tightly.
"Yes.  Yes."
Hayley giggled again, and I went back to making love to her sister.  
Marianne seemed more passive than usual, for whatever reason, and her 
climax took me by surprise.  She began to squeeze me more tightly, then 
arch her back.  I opened my eyes to see a rictus of agonized pleasure 
gripping her face, and then felt her tight twat spasming around my 
cock.  Then, all at once, her body heaved against me, lifting off the 
bed with a sharp cry.  This tidal wave of passion was so sudden and 
intense that I lost control myself, flaming into orgasm inside her.  I 
grunted, spurting off into her with everything I had.
I rolled off Marianne as soon as I could, lying between her and Hayley.  
They snuggled against me, one fitting under each arm.
"I love you," a quiet voice said.  I almost answered in turn before I 
realized that it was coming in the wrong ear.
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Ch. 17 Codes: Mf, fff, Mffff, Mff, ff, teen, oral, anal, semi-inc
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Marianne was retaking the SAT's that Saturday, so I had the day to 
myself.  I was watching football in the den when I saw Hayley appear in 
the backyard, apparently having come around through the side gate.  She 
came up and knocked on the rear door.  I waved her in.
"Hi.  Is it okay if I use the pool?"
"Go ahead."
"Thanks."
She closed the door, and I watched as she stripped out of her shorts 
and top, revealing a yellow string bikini.  Her bikini top soon hit the 
cement, and she spent a few minutes carefully oiling her chest, giving 
me a glance or two, smiling, as she did.  That was enough to distract 
me from the football game.
I got a fresh beer for myself, and another one for her, and went 
outside.  She lay on her back, firm breasts and rosy nipples pointing 
toward the sun.
"Are you going to lay out?"
"No.  I was thinking we need to have a little talk."
I could see the concern filling her pretty blue eyes.
"This is about the other night?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry.  I couldn't help it.  Everything just felt so good and so 
right and . . . I'm sorry."
I reached out and caressed her hair.
"Nothing is wrong.  I'm just worried about Marianne's reaction."
"I'm not trying to break you guys up, honest.  It's just that I like 
you so much.  I've never felt this way about another guy, even if 
you're so much older than me."
She looked up at me, eyes moistening.  I reached for her, and a moment 
later she was in my lap, hugging me, head on my chest.  I didn't know 
what to say to her, so I just held her.  She let go of me a minute or 
two later.
"I'm sorry I'm being like this.  I understand how it is."
"It's all right."
She climbed off my lap and returned to her sunbed.
"Little Kit, look . . . this is going to sound terribly patronizing, 
but try to think about a few things.  You're only fifteen, and you've 
only just started having sex.  It may be that you just need to find a 
little perspective."
She nodded, not looking at me.
"You think I should have sex with someone else?"
I gritted my teeth.  What is it about teenagers that they can turn the 
most straightforward logic on its head?
"That isn't quite what I meant, but I guess perspective is where you 
find it."
"No.  You're right.  I've been thinking about this.  I should be doing 
it with someone else, like Marianne is."
That sent a shock down my spine.
"Like she's *what*?"
Hayley's eyebrows went up in confusion at my distress.
"With the other girls.  On the squad.  Right?"
I fought to still my pounding heart.
"Oh.  Yeah.  For a second, I thought you meant--"
Hayley laughed.
"Another *guy?*  As if.  She doesn't even look at other guys anymore.  
No, what I meant was that I was thinking of maybe seeing if I'm bi like 
she is.  Just trying it.  Maybe that would give me some perspective."
I struggled with myself again, seeing what I had probably just 
precipitated.  I started to say something like, "You should only do 
things you feel comfortable with," but I stopped myself when I realized 
how stupid I would sound under the circumstances.  Besides which, I 
recalled a similar conversation with Marianne.  Best to let these 
things alone, I thought.
"Anyway," Hayley went on, "you know that Marianne told Ashley and 
Giselle about me, right?"
I nodded.
"She mentioned it to me."
"And both of them are bi . . . so I was just thinking, you know?  Why 
not take advantage of that?  When else could I find out without causing 
a lot more trouble?"
I took a swig of beer to help me formulate a proper response.  I stared 
across the backyard at the big liquidambar tree in the corner, 
wondering--and not for the first time--how I had gotten into a 
situation like this.
"Normally, I think you would have some indication . . . some 
inclinations of some sort . . . before you did anything."
She was unswayed by my reasoning.
"Marianne said she didn't know until she did it."
"Well, yeah, but . . . "
"What?"
I found myself laughing softly.
"Do what you want.  Don't let me stop you."
She grinned.
"Phat.  So can I go call them?"
"Ashley and Giselle?"
"Yeah.  Can they come over?"
With Marianne gone?  I wasn't sure how she would feel about this.  I 
looked at my watch--it was 
three-twenty, and she would be back pretty soon.  Presumably I could 
keep them all out of bed until she returned.
"Go ahead."
Hayley hopped off her sunbed and ran for the cordless phone I kept by 
the barbecue.  I went inside and returned to the football game, 
listening with one ear to her talking to Giselle, then Ashley.  About 
ten minutes later, she came back inside, still topless, and dropped to 
her knees a few feet away from me.  I took in the alluring disarray of 
her sun-kissed blonde hair and the perfect teardrop shape of her naked 
breasts, and I had to force myself not to leap off the couch and ravish 
her where she was--which she would certainly have let me do.
She caught the look in my eye anyway.
"They're coming over in about an hour.  I figure Marianne won't be back 
for a while either."
I laughed softly.
"Little Kit, a man can only take so much.  I'm sorry."
She giggled.
"Do you like Marianne's tat?"
"Very much."
"It looks so cool.  I wanna get one too.  But she said she'd kill me if 
I did."
"You're underage.  Finding a place to do it might prove difficult."
"Couldn't you pretend to be my dad?  How would they know?"
"I think they might wonder why I was letting my fifteen-year-old 
daughter get a tattoo below bikini line."
"I don't want to do it there.  I want to get it on my butt."
"I don't think that would be much better.  What do you want to get?"
"Just a cat face.  Not exactly like hers.  Have you seen those stickers 
of like a Siamese cat head?  Something like that."
"Ask her.  Work it out between the two of you."
"But would you?"
"If Marianne doesn't mind."
"Cool!"
She jumped forward and hugged me.  Again, I had to resist the urge to 
play with those wonderful tits of hers.
As it happened, Marianne returned before Ashley and Giselle showed up.  
Hayley had by then returned to the pool.  Marianne lay down on top of 
me, blocking the TV screen, and kissed me.
"Kitten."
"How long has she been here?"
"A couple of hours."
She looked down at me slyly.
"Have you behaved?"
"It's been difficult, but yes."
She stretched out, snuggling with me.
"How was the test?"
"Ugh.  I'm brain dead.  But I think I did better than last time."
I explained about Hayley's multiple ideas.  She seemed to care more 
about the second one.
"Would you really help her get a tattoo?"
"I was really just humoring her.  I know how you feel about that."
"I'll think about it.  I don't know."
She stayed on the couch with me until the doorbell rang.
"That's probably Giselle and Ashley."
"What are we going to do tonight?"
"I'm a little intrigued by what Hayley is going to do.  So don't worry.  
Whatever happens, happens."
"What about our discussion about limiting the group stuff?"
"I'm suddenly in the mood for some dyke action.  Unless you mind."
"No.  I guess not."
Giselle and Ashley had arrived with their bathing suits, and the four 
of them were soon lounging half-naked (or completely so) around the 
pool.  I contented myself with admiring all this teenage pulchritude 
and left them alone.  Something utterly male occurred to me as I was 
watching them a bit later: I had all four bra cup sizes represented in 
my backyard--A (Giselle), B (Ashley), C (Hayley), and D (Marianne).  I 
wasn't about to say anything, but it made me grin nonetheless.
Eventually, it began to get dark, and we ordered a couple of pizzas for 
dinner.  Afterwards, the five of us went back out and climbed into the 
jacuzzi.  Giselle had brought along some dope, and the bong began 
circulating.  Marianne remained next to me, under my arm, while Hayley 
sat between Giselle and Ashley.
Hayley seemed nervous at first, though her eyes were glazed over from 
the pot.  I felt Marianne playing idly with my dick under the water, 
and I glanced over at her, loving the way her big tits floated in the 
suds around us.  
When I looked back, I saw--with some not-so-mild shock--that Giselle 
was kissing Hayley.  She had leaned completely around and was now 
frenching her eagerly.  One hand came up out of the water and began 
playing with Hayley's breasts.  Hayley remained where she was, not 
resisting any of it.  Ashley just watched them, smiling.
Giselle came up for air after about a minute, and though Hayley's face 
and chest were deeply flushed (whether in embarrassment or arousal I 
couldn't tell), she did not seem upset.  She gave me nervous grin.
Then Ashley bent over and took Giselle's place, kissing Hayley tenderly 
and tweaking her nipples.  Hayley reached up to hold Ashley's arm, but 
otherwise did nothing.  
Marianne was now stroking my erection more purposefully, and she leaned 
in to lick my ear.
"Is this getting you hot?"
"Yes."
She purred in my ear, then submerged, lowering her head to my lap.  I 
felt her taking me in her mouth a moment later.  Giselle saw her do it 
and laughed, reaching out with her foot to feel what Marianne was 
doing.
Ashley stopped kissing Hayley and leaned back to look at us.  She 
giggled, then nudged Hayley.
"Sit up on the edge."
Hayley complied, lifting up out of the water.  The two girls closed 
with her on either side, each one taking a firm breast in her mouth.  
Hayley gritted her teeth as she looked at me, still nervous but 
obviously very turned on.
Marianne surfaced for air and inspected the situation briefly.  Then 
she submerged again.  Her attentions were strangely affecting, because 
she couldn't do as much as she could with a normal blow job.  The 
friction was changed, and she couldn't move as freely.  But the novelty 
of what she was doing was enough.
Giselle now lowered herself further, sinking between Hayley's legs.  
Hayley let out a little cry when Giselle began to eat her, and grabbed 
at Giselle's head.  Ashley continued suckling Hayley's wonderful tits, 
all the while tweaking the nipple she wasn't sucking on.  
Marianne surfaced again, took a breath, and submerged.  Hayley's eyes 
were locked on mine, as if she were trying to draw me into her 
experience.  She held both girls close to her, whimpering and writhing 
against them.  Giselle and Ashley switched places, and Giselle rose up 
to kiss Hayley.  Hayley responded this time, sliding her arm around 
Giselle's neck.
I knew Ashley had more experience than Giselle did, and I could tell 
Hayley was quickly discovering this fact.  She leaned back, pumping her 
hips at Ashley's face.  Giselle climbed out of the water and behind 
Hayley to support her.  As Ashley ate Hayley eagerly, Giselle kissed 
her and played with her tits from behind.
Meanwhile, Marianne was rapidly getting me off, bobbing and sucking as 
best she could underwater.  I groped at her, finding her big tits 
floating free in the water, squeezing them.  She responded by moving 
even faster.  I watched Hayley closely, watching for the signs of her 
impending orgasm.  Her legs began to shake around Ashley's head, and 
she arched her back against Giselle.  Both hands went to fists in 
Ashley's red hair.  As I saw her start to shudder in climax, I lost it 
myself, spurting off into Marianne's mouth.  She sucked up my sperm 
insatiably, gulping it down as it came.  I felt her pumping out the 
last bits with her fist, and only then did she finally surface for air.
She rose up, pressing herself against me and hugging me.
"How was that?"
"Great," I gasped.
I looked past her shoulder to see Hayley embracing Ashley and Giselle.  
The two older girls giggled to each other at what they had done and 
helped Hayley back into the pool.  
We rested for a few minutes before heading inside and up to the 
bedroom.  The girls dried each other off with much giggling and 
laughter, and the five of us were soon lounging on my bed.  
With Hayley resting against me, the other three girls turned to each 
other.  Marianne gave me a smoldering look and crawled across the bed 
on her hands and knees, moving like a cat.  She looked at Giselle, 
licking her lips, then dove forward to kiss her.  They frenched each 
other roughly for a few seconds before Marianne withdrew, then darted 
forward to lick and nibble at Giselle's breasts.  She glanced at me 
once, smiling, but continued.
She curled herself around, still on all fours, and bent to lick at 
Giselle's neatly trimmed pussy.  Giselle arched her back, giggling, but 
let her do it.  Marianne licked her eagerly, almost fucking with 
Giselle with her tongue, all the while glancing over to check my 
reaction.
With Marianne thus occupied, Ashley and Giselle came together at the 
top of the bed.  They kissed and fondled each other as Marianne ate 
Giselle.  Ashley was soon squatting over Giselle's mouth, and Giselle 
cupped Ashley's buttocks in her hand as she licked up at her.
Hayley came to life at this point, sliding up to kiss me.  I played 
with her lovely tits for an all-too-short moment, and then she was down 
between my legs, sucking on my still aching dick.  Marianne watched 
this development, grinning at me as best she could while still licking 
Giselle rapidly.  She seemed to want to join us somehow, and a moment 
later, she did.
Hayley was down next to her now, and Marianne reached up between her 
legs, stroking her gently.  Hayley looked around to see who was doing 
it and then gave me a nervous glance.  But she stayed where she was and 
let Marianne continue.
Marianne was not quite fingering her sister--she was really just 
stroking idly between Hayley's thighs, playing with her.  All five of 
us were connected now, Ashley to Giselle to Marianne to Hayley to me, 
even if it was too soon for me to get much out of it.  Giselle suddenly 
began thrashing in orgasm from what Marianne was still doing to her, 
and Ashley joined her a few seconds later.  She threw herself to the 
side, ending up across my chest, and Marianne rose up from between 
Giselle's thighs.  Hayley watched all this but continued trying to 
reawaken my dick.
I ran my fingers through Ashley's hair, and she lifted up a little to 
kiss me.  I probed at the stud in her tongue, and she responded by 
sticking it into my mouth.  I felt Marianne joining Hayley, and the two 
them worked on me diligently.  I played with Ashley's little breasts 
for a few seconds before I felt Hayley and Marianne giggling.  I looked 
up to see Giselle at the end of the bed, alternately licking and 
fingering the two of them.
The sight of all this finally restored my erection, which Marianne and 
Hayley sucked on eagerly.  Then Marianne withdrew.
"I just realized something."
"What's that, Kitten?"
"Giselle is the only one of the four of us who you haven't fucked in 
the ass."
Ashley let out a shriek of laughter, and I glanced down toward Giselle.  
Her eyes had widened in apprehension, but she didn't seem repulsed.
"Guys, fuck . . . I don't know about that."
"Come on, girl," Ashley said, still laughing, "you have to.  All the 
rest of us did."
Marianne hopped off the bed and ran for the massage oil.  Ashley went 
to Giselle, pulling her toward the bed.  Hayley had continued to suck 
me, but watched all this eagerly.
"It's not as bad as you think.  You just have to relax.  I'll help you 
get off if you want."
"How?"
Ashley returned to the bed and reversed herself.  She reached for 
Giselle and got her to crouch above her in a sixty-nine position just 
as Marianne appeared with the oil.  Marianne squirted some into her 
hand and began lubricating Giselle's butt just as Ashley pulled her 
down and began licking up at her.
Giselle clenched her teeth, moaning.
"Oh, fuck.  Oh, fuck."
Marianne gestured to me, and Hayley finally let go of my cock.  I slid 
to the end of the bed, and Marianne applied a generous dose of oil to 
my erection.  I stood behind Giselle.  Ashley's head was between her 
knees, and she gave Giselle a long lick, exposing the stud in her 
tongue and wiggling it against Giselle's clit, before grinning up at 
me.
"Hi."
Marianne took my dick and guided it into Giselle, whose back was arched 
in anticipation.  She cried out at the first contact, throwing her long 
chestnut locks back over her shoulders.  I pushed forward gently, 
slipping into her.  I felt her sphincter relaxing, clenching around me, 
then relaxing again.
She grunted, gasping for breath.
"Shit!  Fuck!"  She let out a guttural cry of arousal and 
disorientation, pushing herself back at me.
Underneath us, Ashley was licking eagerly up at her girlfriend.  
Marianne returned to the bed beside the two of them, sliding back 
against the pillows and headboard to watch us.  Hayley remained at the 
foot, closest to me, and leaned around to watch what I was doing.
Giselle squatted down further, stretching herself open as I hit bottom.  
I moved in her slowly, letting her get used to this invasion and 
letting Ashley warm her up from below.  Giselle's hips began to rock 
between the two of us as she lost herself in this new experience.  
I looked back at Marianne, seeing that she was playing with herself as 
she watched.  Hayley was still beside me, but she lay back down on her 
side, propping her head up on her elbow.  She had ended up between 
Marianne's knees, and she looked back and forth between me and what 
Marianne was doing.
I closed my eyes, feeling myself plumbing the depths of Giselle's 
bowels, pressing against her hard cheerleader butt.  Her buttocks 
spread further as I pushed into her, and I heard her grunting again.  I 
sped my movements, and Giselle responded in kind, moving her hips 
faster over Ashley's tongue.
I looked back at Hayley and Marianne, and my eyes widened at what I was 
seeing.  Hayley hadn't moved from her spot near the end of the bed, and 
she continued to watch me, but her left arm had come up to help 
Marianne get off.  Marianne was still frigging herself, and relatively 
speaking, Hayley was scarcely touching her.  Her hand simply rested on 
Marianne's thigh.  Only her thumb was really doing anything, sticking 
out to stroke Marianne's clit.  She grinned at me nervously, and I 
looked up at Marianne.  She licked her lips, leering at me, too aroused 
to do anything else.
I thrust at Giselle more roughly now, and she let out a hoarse cry.  I 
could see Ashley below us, still licking rapidly up at Giselle.  
Giselle began to shudder, shaking in my grip, and was soon shrieking in 
arousal through her clenched teeth.  Ashley lifted up to get closer at 
her and slipped two fingers into Giselle's thus-far ignored pussy.  
That was enough to push Giselle over the edge, and her sphincter bit 
down hard on my dick.  I thrust against the pressure anyway, burying 
myself into her, and forced my cum into her bowels.  She fell forward 
and I went with her, burying Ashley underneath us.  I glanced over just 
in time to see Marianne shuddering in orgasm herself.  Hayley was still 
there, finishing her off with a busy thumb.
We rested for a while after that, and Hayley appeared with a wet 
washcloth to clean me off.  It seemed to me that she had gotten the 
least amount of attention tonight, so I pulled her up above me to kiss 
her.  She let me, giggling, and then crawled up further to present her 
wonderful tits to my mouth.  As the other three watched, I brought 
Hayley off with tongue and fingers few minutes later.
When Hayley climbed off my head, Marianne crawled into my arms, and--
honest to God--I somehow dozed off with four naked teenagers still in 
my bed.  Marianne nudged me awake, however long I had been out.
"You're missing this."
I tried to get my bearings and looked around the room.  Giselle was 
lying next to me, and, lo and behold, Hayley was down between her legs, 
licking gently away.  Her eyes were closed and she appeared to be 
trying to concentrate entirely on what she was doing.  Ashley was 
propped up on one arm watching, and she glanced over at me once, 
smiling.  
I was too tired to do anything but watch.  Giselle writhed slowly on 
the bed, pinching and pulling on her nipples.  Hayley's tongue dipped 
and fluttered around her clit, and if she seemed somewhat tentative, I 
could tell it was more from inexperience than reluctance.  
Marianne nuzzled my neck, purring.
"I knew this was going to happen," she whispered.
"What do you mean?"
"It's always been like this.  Whatever I'm into, Hayley wants to tag 
along with.  I should have known it would be the same way once she 
started having sex."
I snickered, watching Hayley bringing Giselle off.  Giselle began to 
roll her hips at Hayley's face, and Hayley licked at her more rapidly.  
Finally, a long shudder ran through Giselle's abdomen, and she pushed 
Hayley away, still twitching and shivering.  Hayley sat back on her 
knees and wiped her mouth quickly.  She saw me watching and grinned.
"Let her get the tat," Marianne said softly.  "Just as long as it's not 
the same as mine.  She's part of this now."
I hugged her.
"Whatever you want, kitten."
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Ch. 18 Codes: Mf, teen, tattooing, piercing, rom
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
Marianne and Hayley had some family function to attend on Sunday, so I 
didn't see the girls again for a few days.  Marianne came by on 
Wednesday, and after an hour or so in bed, told me how she and Hayley 
had been discussing her tattoo.  With the possibility suddenly open, 
Hayley was now having some second thoughts.  But Marianne later called 
me Thursday night to tell me it was on.
"So, I was thinking we could all go out tomorrow night and do it."
"The three of us?"
"Right.  We can go back to the same place I went to.  It's pretty 
clean.  Nothing sleazy at all."
"You really think this will work?  What if they want to see some ID?"
"How about if we pretend to be your stepdaughters?  Would that work?"
I laughed.  I had been using that idea often enough so far.
"It's worth a try.  Worst they can say is no."
"Phat.  Anyway, I was thinking."
"What about, Kitten?"
"Would you care if I got a belly ring?  To go with the tat?"
I thought about that for a moment and realized that I liked the idea.
"A basic one, right?  Nothing big and obnoxious?"
"Right.  Not a big stud.  A little gold ring."
"I think that would look hot."
"Okay.  I haven't decided, but I'm thinking about it."
She and Hayley were waiting for me when I got home the next day.  For 
once, Marianne left her Bug at home and let me drive.  We went to 
dinner first, at the same bar & grill we had gone to the night I got 
Marianne's car.  The tattoo parlor was down by the beach, near the 
University, and by the time we got there, the place was packed with 
students milling around watching the action.  Only a few people were 
getting worked on, though, and I got the attention of one of the 
artists after we had been there a few minutes.
"My stepdaughter wants to get a tattoo."
He looked Hayley and me over for a moment.
"She's underage?"
"Right."
"You have to sign a form first."
"No problem."
He dug around behind the counter until he found the requisite form, 
which I filled out and signed.  I wondered if I was committed a crime 
by doing this, but if I were, it was certainly less serious than 
everything else I had been up to lately.
Hayley produced the design she wanted, a cartoon cat sticker I had 
often seen decorating the back windows of other people's cars, wherever 
it came from.  She explained how she wanted something much smaller but 
in the same motif.
The artist led us behind the counter and had Hayley sit in a 
contraption that looked like an upright weight bench, facing away from 
him.  She loosened her jeans and exposed the spot where she wanted the 
tat.  Marianne and I stood with her as the artist finished the 
preparations.
Hayley let out a little squeak of pain when he started, squeezing my 
hand tightly.  Marianne brushed the hair back from Hayley's face, 
looking down in sympathy.
"I told you it was going to hurt, short stuff."
Hayley whimpered, closing her eyes.
"Did you decide about the belly ring?" I asked.
Marianne grinned.
"Yeah.  I want to get it.  Is that okay?"
"Sure."
Luckily for poor Hayley, she had picked a simple design, and the artist 
was done in about ten minutes.  It looked pretty cute, and Hayley 
twisted around to examine it as best she could when he held up a mirror 
for her.
"What do you think?" she asked me.
"Looks great."
"It looks good," Marianne said.  "I like it."
The artist bandaged her up, and Hayley pulled her jeans over the square 
of gauze.  She winced when she buttoned them up and pulled the 
waistband a bit higher.  Marianne tried to comfort her again, hugging 
her with one arm.
"Okay.  I want to get the belly ring," Marianne told the artist.
After she displayed her driver's license, he repositioned the bench and 
had her lie down on her back.  She picked out the ring she wanted, and 
after disinfecting her navel, he poked a big needle though the spot she 
wanted pierced.  Marianne closed her eyes and held my hand tightly. She 
jerked once, squishing my hand, when the artist got the ring into 
place. Then she sat up to examine it. 
She giggled.
"That looks so cool."
It did, and it gave a definite "bad girl" cast to her otherwise 
wholesome blonde beauty.  I realized as I looked at her that it didn't 
really change how she looked as much as it brought out more of her real 
self.  Marianne *looked* a lot more straitlaced and normal than she 
really was, and now that she was legally an adult, I suspected that she 
was taking the opportunity to express herself more than she could have 
previously.
The artist explained about maintaining the piercing until it healed, 
and then I paid him for the two operations.  We left for home at about 
ten.  Hayley squirmed in her seat the entire way back, unable to get 
comfortable with a new tattoo on her butt.
We regrouped in the den, and I gave them both a couple of Advil to deal 
with the pain.  Hayley finally pulled off her jeans and lay on her 
stomach on the floor.  Marianne squatted in front of the TV and began 
digging through my collection of videotapes.
'What are you doing, Kitten?"
"I feel like watching a porno."
Hayley perked up at this.
"You have pornos?"
"He has a bunch.  You wanna watch one?"
"Sure."
Not waiting for my opinion, the two of them sifted through the stack of 
tapes for about a minute before selecting one of those slick Andrew 
Blake films.  Marianne slipped it into the VCR and then lay back 
against me on the couch.  Hayley stayed on the floor but scooted up as 
close to the TV as she could get.
We had been watching the movie for about half an hour (shortly after 
Hayley observed, "This has, like, no plot at all.  It's just sex."  
"That's the stuff this guy makes," I explained) when the doorbell rang.  
Whoever it was then began pounding on the front door.  
"What the fuck?" Marianne said.
I stopped the tape and got off the couch.  Marianne followed 
tentatively about ten feet behind me, with Hayley hiding behind her.  I 
looked out the peephole.  It was some kid, but the light was off and I 
couldn't see anything else.
I turned on the light and opened the door.  I then saw who it was, and 
realized instantly what was going on, but Marianne, as it happened, was 
the first one to say anything.
"Oh, Jesus!" she exclaimed in disgust.  "Randy, what the fuck are you 
doing here?"
He was drunk, and if the smell of liquor on his breath was not enough 
of a tip-off, he held a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels in his fist.  
For some reason, it wasn't anger I felt at that moment, but pity.
He staggered, pointing his finger at me.
"You think you're so fucking great with all your money.  I know you're 
just using her.  You don't love her like I do.  She'll figure that out 
one day."
I shook my head, but again Marianne responded before I could.
"Randy, Jesus Christ.  You loved fucking me, that was all.  You loved 
showing me off to all your friends.  All I was to you was a piece of 
arm candy."
Marianne had come up to within a few feet of the door, but Hayley, 
apparently realizing the diceiness of this situation, had disappeared 
back into the den.
Randy spluttered.
"I loved you, goddamnit.  I did.  And now I have to listen to everyone 
at school talking about him, laughing at me behind my fucking back.  
All because I don't have money like he does.  Well, I'm going to be big 
some day!  You're going to fucking regret dumping me for him!"
"You're not going to do it behaving like this," I said.
He swung his finger back around at me again.
"You just shut the fuck up!  I don't have to listen to you!"
Marianne laughed in his face.
"You're so pathetic, Randy.  If you think I'd ever come back to you 
after this, you're even dumber than I thought."
His nostrils flared, and he panted for breath a few times.
"How can you say that after what we had?" he blubbered.  "You just lose 
it to me and move on?  Was that all it was?"
She laughed even harder now.
"Randy, sorry, but that was bullshit.  You weren't my first.  I just 
told you that because you were so uptight about being a virgin."
His face reddened.
"Okay.  I get it.  You just fuck your way around town, huh?  I was just 
a pit stop."  He glared at me.  "You just wait.  She'll do the same 
thing to you when she gets sick of you.  Just watch."
"I think you'd better go now," I said.
"Yeah.  I'll go.  I'm gonna tell everyone what a fucking whore your 
girlfriend is."
*That* was enough to finally piss me off.  I took a step toward him, 
and he staggered back down the porch.  Marianne grabbed my arm before I 
got any further.
"Steve, don't.  Don't listen to him."
She glared down at Randy, who was now trying to keep from falling into 
the hedge along the walkway.
"You go ahead, Randy.  You tell people whatever you want.  I'll tell 
them how you showed up here all drunk and pussy-whipped begging me to 
come back to you.  Who do you think is going to look worse?"
I wasn't so far out of high school as to be unable to envision what a 
story like that would do to Randy's standing among his male friends, 
whatever he chose to say about Marianne.  I couldn't help grinning 
slightly.  
Randy stood fuming on the walkway for a few seconds.  Marianne stepped 
to the edge of the porch and waved her arm toward the street.
"Get out of here, dammit!  Before I have Steve call the cops."
"Call the fucking cops!  I'll tell them what you've been doing with 
him."
Marianne scoffed.
"I'm eighteen now, or did you miss that one?  They won't do a fucking 
thing besides arrest you for being drunk and underage."
Randy gave her, and me, a final glare, and stumbled back down the 
driveway.  I watched until he was gone.  Marianne drifted into the 
house, rubbing her forehead, and I shut the door.
"Shit.  That *asshole*."
I hugged from behind.
"You think he'll cause trouble at school?"
"I doubt it.  What can he do?  He's already been talking shit about me 
anyway.  Everyone knows he's just upset because I dumped him for you."
I saw Hayley emerging from the den, still in her T-shirt and panties, 
distress marring her pretty face.
"Is everything okay?"
"It's all right," Marianne said.  "It was just Randy being a baby."
She took my hand and led me upstairs.  We lay down and she lay 
alongside of me.  Hayley lay on the other side and snuggled under my 
arm.
"How's your butt?" I asked her.
"Still sore.  I don't think I'm in any shape to do anything tonight."
I hugged her.
"It's not a problem."
She sat up.
"I think I'm just going to go home.  I'm kind of tired.  Is that okay?"
Marianne rolled on her back.
"Be careful when you get home, short stuff.  If Mom finds out about 
that tat, all kinds of shit will hit the fan."
"I know.  I will be."
She kissed me goodbye and then left.  Marianne stayed next to me on the 
bed.  When Hayley was gone, I rolled on my side and kissed her, 
reaching up to play with her big tits.  She returned the kiss for about 
a minute before pushing me back.
"Do you remember what I said about Tiffany last week?"
"Refresh my memory."
"How I said I wanted to fuck with her if she decided she wanted back 
into this?"
"Oh.  Yeah."
"Well, she does.  She's been getting all chummy with me again this 
week.  I told her I didn't want her back over here if she thought she 
was too good for us, and she kind of threw a hissy fit."
"What are you going to do?"
"What I thought of doing is making her my sex slave for one night.  
Just to push her buttons.  See how badly she wants this.  Would you 
like that?"
My eyebrows rose slightly.
"Sex slave how?"
"Just tie her up a little, blindfold her, make her go down on me.  
Nothing really serious.  Maybe spank her a little.  That kind of 
stuff."
I laughed.
"Where is this coming from?"
"I just thought it would be cool.  Do you wanna?"
"If she's willing.  Not if you're coercing her somehow."
"I won't be.  I'll just tell her what's involved and what she has to 
do.  I think she'll do it.  She's always been sort of into that Goth, 
S&M kind of thing, you know?  You've seen all the piercings she's got.  
She did those fucking things herself, can you believe that?  She 
pierced her own fucking clit."
"She told me.  When?"
"Tomorrow night?  I'll call her in the morning."
"Works for me."
We recoupled, and I began undressing her.  When I had her down to her 
panties, I paused to look her, taking in the effect of her new belly 
ring.  She slipped her panties off to expose the kitten tat and lay 
there grinning up at me.  Her stomach was smooth and athletic, and the 
ring drew my gaze from her beautiful breasts down toward her pretty 
blonde twat.  The ginger kitten winked at me on the way down. 
"Do you like it?"
"You're the sexiest thing on Earth.  I mean it."
She smiled.
"I want to tell you something.  Just in case you're still thinking 
about Randy."
"I'm not."
"Just let me say this.  Randy did not love me, never mind what he said 
tonight.  He's just too dumb to know that.  Randy never looked at me 
like you do, like you're doing now.  It was all drooling and hard-ons 
with him.  He had no patience at all.  He never saw *me,* not the way 
you can.  I think all he ever saw was my tits."
"I'm sorry."
"This is why I love you, not because you've given me all this stuff.  
You make me feel safe and protected.  I know you care about me, the 
real me.  Randy didn't.  I always felt like I had to defend myself from 
him on some level, you know, because he never gave much thought to what 
I wanted.  You do."
"I try."
"No, you do.  You really do.  I know I can trust you.  I've never 
really felt like that about anyone else.  And I will never do to you 
what I did to Randy, like he said.  Never."
I caressed her face, looking down into her big blue eyes.
"I know that, Kitten."
"Because I love you more than anything."
I bent down to kiss her, and she put her arms tightly around my neck.  
She writhed against me, pulling me closer.  I wasn't completely 
undressed yet, but she made short work of the few clothes I had left.  
She whimpered through her nose as we kissed, almost hurting each other 
with our mouths.  She grabbed for my erection as soon as it was 
exposed, and I crawled above her, slipping into her easily.  
She wrapped herself around me, holding tight, moving as I moved.  We 
continued kissing, sucking at each other from two directions.  I rolled 
over, pulling her on top of me.  She pulled up her knees to sit on me, 
then reared back, gripping her breasts in her hands.  She moved her 
hips back and stretched her thighs out to the side, letting me probe 
even further inside her.  I thrust up, lifting her up on my cock.  She 
groaned, rocking herself back and forth as she twisted her nipples 
slowly.
She rode me in a steady rhythm, and I held myself up for her, caressing 
her thighs.  Her motions became less controlled and more spasmodic as 
she neared her release, jerking and humping at me.  A series of 
convulsions began to wrack her body, and she thrashed uncontrollably 
over me, finally throwing herself forward with a sharp cry and spraying 
her long blonde hair all over my face.
She let out a little whimper, still twisting over my erection.
"Now you."
She fell slowly to the side, and I rolled back on top of her.  She 
spread herself open for me, urging me in as deeply as I could get.  I 
felt myself bottoming out against her cervix, and she shuddered at the 
contact.  She was so wet and ready now that would scarcely have felt 
her were she not also so tight.  She squeezed herself, pinching the 
base of my cock.  I withdrew slowly, relishing the wonderful feel of 
her, then plunged back in.  I fucked her with long, slow strokes, 
trying to control myself, until my balls were aching with sperm.  I 
sped my thrusts, and Marianne suddenly spiked up at me, digging her 
nails in to my back and came again.  I released the brakes now, 
hammering into her as the cum began to boil at the base of my cock.  I 
let out a grunt just as her orgasm was subsiding, and shot what must 
have been a gallon of sperm inside her.  
We lay together, holding each other, for a while afterward.  We said 
nothing, but little seemed to need saying.  We made love again a bit 
later, and then she went home.
* * *
Ch. 19 Codes: Mff, ff, teen, oral, anal, piercing, light bdsm, food
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER NINETEEN
I was reading the paper and enjoying a cup of coffee beside the pool 
the next morning when the phone rang.  I normally didn�t like to be 
bothered on Saturday mornings, but lately Marianne had taken to calling 
me just to see what I was up to, so I answered it.
"Hello?"
"Can I speak to Steven Chandler please?"
"Speaking.  What can I do for you?"
"Well, I'm hoping you can make my day, Steve."
The voice was feminine, husky, throaty, and vaguely familiar, but I 
couldn't quite place it.
"Uh, could I ask who is calling?"
"Oh, Steve.  Are you telling me you've forgotten your first piece of 
ass?"
I gasped.
"Oh, my God.  Mary Jo?"
"In the flesh.  How are you?"
"Stunned.  To what do I owe the honor of this call?"
"Well, I'd like to say I've been pining after you all these years, but 
I don't think my husband and children would appreciate that.  I'm 
calling because I'm on the All Saints Reunion Committee, and I am just 
heartbroken to see that you haven't RSVP'd yet.  I know you live just 
up the coast, so you can't plead distance.  I was hoping I could talk 
you into coming next week."
My 25th high school reunion was a week away, and although I had been 
getting invitations and information in the mail, I hadn't given much 
thought to going.  These things generally struck me as little more than 
"Look How Successful I've Become" affairs, and I had always liked to 
think I was above that sort of nonsense, no matter how successful I 
*had* actually become.  
Of course, my high school experience also had something to do with it.  
I was largely a geek and a loner back then, hanging out exclusively 
with my pothead friends.  Mary Jo had been about the only girl who gave 
me the time of day.  Going to the first few reunions by myself while 
more and more of my former classmates showed up with spouses only 
brought back those feelings of alienation, even if I now dated fairly 
regularly.  
"So what do you say, Steve?  Surely you've got something you want to 
show off?"
Yeah, right, I thought.  Look at my car, my Rolex, my gir--
No.  Oh, shit.  Could I really do that?  Did I really have the balls?  
Could I actually show up at this thing with an eighteen-year-old girl 
on my arm?  I would be defining every single stereotype about the 
middle-aged bachelor.  Every woman at the reunion would either laugh at 
me or want to slip a knife between my ribs.  But the men--oh, dear God.  
The reactions I would get would be priceless. 
Mary Jo was still waiting for an answer.
"Steve?"
"Uh, sorry.  I was woolgathering for a moment."  I took a long breath.  
"Yeah, I guess I can make it.  Count me in."
"Great.  You won't regret this."
Mary Jo probably thought she knew why I was laughing, but she didn't.
Marianne appeared about an hour later.   She wore jeans and another 
spandex baby tee shirt, this one in neon hey-check-this-shit-out 
orange.  She carried a spiral notebook, and after giving me a big kiss, 
showed me what she had.
"It's chapter one of our story."
I opened the notebook and began to read:
        I was watching football one Saturday afternoon when the 
doorbell rang.  I don't
        get a lot of unannounced visitors, so I was fairly sure that 
this was another solicitor
        of some sort.  I peeked through the peephole and saw that I was 
probably right.  It
        appeared to be some teenage girl.
What followed was a fairly raunchy recounting of that first afternoon, 
when Marianne had come by pretending to sell magazines.  I finished it 
in a few minutes, though I had to shift in my chair to free my 
stiffening dick.
"What do you think?"
"Very descriptive."
"Do you like it?"
"Yes.  Why are you pretending to be me again?"
"Because if I write it as me, I'll get ten thousand e-mails from guys 
wanting to have sex with me."
"What are you going to do with it now?"
"I want to type it onto your computer and then post it."
"You can't use my AOL account for something like this."
"Oh, I know.  I've already set up an anonymous account somewhere else.  
Don't worry."
She ran upstairs, and when I went up about twenty minutes later to get 
dressed for the day, she was just finishing up.  I watched her log on 
to some web site, copy the story onto a form, and then post it.
"There.  All done."
She lifted out of the chair and pecked me on the lips.
"I wouldn't have pegged you for a computer geek.  If that's the term 
they use these days."
Her forehead creased in amusement.
"It's nothing geeky.  Everybody knows how to do stuff like this now.  
We use computers in about half our classes at school. "
She continued playing around with my computer while I got dressed.  
When I came out of the dressing area, I found her lying on her back on 
my bed inspecting her hair for split ends.
"Anything happen with Tiffany?" I asked.
"I left a message for her before I came over here.  Her mom said she 
was out at her little sister's soccer game."
"What did you say?"
"I told her I wanted to tie her daughter up and fuck her."  She 
giggled.  "What do you think I said?  I just asked her to call me."
I lay down beside her.
"I've got a favor to ask you.  I'll understand completely if you don't 
want to do this, because I know you're a little sensitive about this 
issue."
She rolled on her side and looked at me.
"What?"
"My 25th high school reunion is next weekend.  I got a call from a 
woman I used to know this morning trying to talk me into going."
Her eyes widened a little, and I could see the wheels turning behind 
them.  
"And you want me to go?"
"If you're okay with it.  If not, fine."
She looked down at the bed.  She didn't say anything for a few moments.
"If I go . . . it's going to attract a lot of attention, isn't it?"
"Yes.  No point in trying to pretend it won't."
She looked up at me now, and a tinge of resentment colored her face.
"I am not going to make a spectacle of myself.  I really, really, hope 
you don't want to do this just to show me off.  Randy used to like to 
do that, and it hurt, okay?  It really hurt sometimes.  If that's all 
you want, you can buy yourself a blow-up doll and take her."
I pulled her to me, hugging her.
"I don't.  That's not it.  I don't care what they think.  I haven't 
even gone to the last three or four reunions because it's always like 
that.  I think most people go just to show something off, like how rich 
they've gotten or how thin they've kept themselves.  But I was thinking 
we could have some fun with this.  If I show up with you, it will 
upstage everything.  No one will care about anything else, and everyone 
who showed up to show off will be out of luck."
Her face took on a pensive expression, but she didn't say anything.
"Look.  I kind of would like to go, and if I do, I'd like to take you.  
But if you go, it *will* create a spectacle.  Nothing either of us can 
do will change that.  So we might as well milk it for some 
entertainment value."
She stared hard into my eyes.
"Tell me that you don't want to do this to show me off to your 
friends."
"I don't want to do this to show you off.  And these people are not my 
friends.  I haven't kept in touch with any of them."  
"So why do you want to go?"
"Curiosity.  Nostalgia.  I don't know.  Maybe because the woman who 
called this morning was the girl I lost my virginity to."
Her eyes lit up.
"Really?  The one you told me about before?  The Led Zeppelin concert?"
"Yes.  And she's married with kids, so don't worry about her carrying a 
torch for me."
She bit her lip.
"That might be interesting, meeting her.  I don't know.  What would you 
want me to do?"
"Only what you were comfortable with."
She sighed and thought for a moment.
"I want to go with you.  And, I guess, if I do, I shouldn't act like I 
have anything to be ashamed of."
"No."
"I think I see what you're saying.  I could go and act all embarrassed, 
which would just confirm all the nasty things people would be thinking.  
Or I could go and dress up and have fun and show them I don't care what 
they think.  That I know what they're thinking, and I don't give a 
shit."
"Right."
A smile spread across her face.
"I like this idea."
She sat up, and the grin got wider.  I watched her eyes losing their 
focus as she gave it more thought.
"You know, I think this could be cool.  Really, really, really cool."
She giggled.
"Uh-oh," I said.
She giggled again and then rolled over to pin me down.
"I am going to turn myself into the most outrageous piece of arm candy 
you have ever seen.  They will never know what hit them."
"Oh, Jesus."
"No, don't you see?  If we hold back at all, it's just bowing to all 
their prejudices and bullshit.  I'm going to throw all that right back 
in their faces."
"But classy, okay?  This is a coat-and-tie reception."
"Right.  I won't dress like a hooker.  But I'm going to show off as 
much as I can without breaking the law."
She dropped down and kissed me vigorously, pressing her big tits 
against my chest.
"Now let me go see if Tiff is home so we can get ready for tonight."
She hopped off the bed and ran out the front door.  I lay there 
wondering what I had just precipitated.
Marianne returned about fifteen minutes later and informed me that 
Tiffany had, in fact, agreed to show up and submit to her for one 
night.  And she apparently hadn't required a lot of convincing, either.  
So the two of us set about straightening up the house and gathering the 
things Marianne thought she would need.  We went out and bought a few 
dozen scented candles ("I want to put them all over the house and then 
shut off the lights."), some silk scarves, a blindfold, a pair of 
novelty handcuffs, and (this one surprised me, which made Marianne 
laugh), a set of nipple clips, which we got in a store near the 
University.  
Marianne went home for a few hours after that so as not to be gone the 
entire day, then returned around eight, having told her parents she was 
going out with Tiffany.  Which, of course, she was, in a way.  She 
arrived carrying a gym bag on her shoulder.
"What's in there?"
"I want to dress up a little for this.  Plus I have a couple of things 
for Tiff."
The bag contained a rolled-up dress bag and two pairs of hold-up 
stockings, one white and one black.  The dress bag held an off-white 
silk cocktail dress, a sort of kimono-like wrap with a deep neckline.  
She smiled at my raised eyebrows.
"I saw it one day and liked it.  I figured I would wear it the next 
time we went out."
"I like it."
"You have to dress up, too.  Then we'll have Tiff be our slave."
I set up the candles around the house while she got dressed.  The 
doorbell rang about ten minutes later.  I went to get it, but it wasn't 
Tiffany.
Instead, it was a delivery boy from a service that handled take-out 
orders from a lot of the local restaurants.  And he had arrived with a 
complete dinner from Bernardo's.  I brought it into the kitchen just as 
Marianne reappeared in her dress.  She grinned at me.
"That's for us.  Tiff is going to serve us a romantic dinner."
I laughed.
"This should be interesting."
"Yep.  Now go get ready."
I went upstairs, and just as I was finishing with my tie, I heard the 
doorbell ring again.  From the voices I heard down below, it was 
apparently Tiffany.
When I descended to the first floor, I didn't immediately see them.  
All the lights were off, and the house was lit entirely by candlelight.  
I heard their voices behind the door of the first floor guestroom, so I 
found a bottle of Chianti in my wine closet and opened it.
The girls came out after a few minutes.  Tiffany was naked except for 
the black stockings and the nipple clips that hung from her pretty 
breasts, a nice accompaniment to the studs in her navel and clit.  I 
noticed a moment later, for it was hard to see at first in the dim 
candlelight, that she had also shaved her pubic hair.
Marianne smiled.
"You see it?"
"Yes."
"I told her to do it.  She's not blonde or red-haired, so I thought you 
would like it."
"I do."
She turned to Tiffany.
"All right, slave, serve us our dinner."
Marianne and I sat down as Tiffany unpacked the delivery order.  She 
organized everything carefully and then set it on the table in front of 
us.  Then she poured the wine and stepped back.
"Kneel on the floor in case we need you," Marianne said.
Tiffany dropped to her knees, keeping her eyes down.  Her breathing was 
heavier than it should have been, and her chest was flushed deep red.  
Her hands kept squirming in her lap.  I couldn't tell if she was turned 
on or just embarrassed.  Or both.
I felt Marianne's foot caressing my leg.
"Don't worry.  She's enjoying this.  Aren't you, slave?"
Tiffany nodded, but said nothing.  We ate slowly, and the food was 
quite good.  Throughout the meal, Marianne kept giving Tiffany little 
instructions and directions, with which Tiffany complied without a peep 
of protest.  When we were done, she cleared the dishes and piled them 
in the sink.  She fetched the dessert Marianne had ordered out of the 
refrigerator, but when she went for the plates, Marianne stopped her.
"No.  Serve us yourself, slave.  Come here."
Tiffany glanced at the two of us in confusion, but brought the little 
container of tiramisu over to the table.  Marianne plucked the nipple 
clips from Tiffany's breasts and dug a scoop of the pastry out with her 
finger.  She placed it on Tiffany's left tit, which was just full and 
upturned enough to hold it.
"Serve him."
Tiffany approached me, offering her breast.  I took it in my mouth, 
sucking the dessert off and licking her nipple until it was clean.
"Now me," Marianne said.
Tiffany placed another serving of tiramisu on her other breast, then 
presented it to Marianne.  She licked it off slowly, watching my 
reaction and Tiffany's.  We finished the dessert like that, making a 
gooey mess of Tiffany's breasts.  I could see her fighting a grin at 
this, and relaxed a little.  However she was acting, she appeared to be 
having fun here.
Marianne licked her fingers clean when we were done.
"Clean yourself up, slave, then present yourself upstairs."
She stood and led me up to the bedroom.  She slipped out of her 
cocktail dress, and she had apparently worn nothing under it but the 
white stockings.  She helped me out of my suit just as Tiffany appeared 
in the doorway.
"Kneel, slave."
She did.  Marianne produced and applied the blindfold, then replaced 
the nipple clips and cuffed Tiffany's hands in front of her.
"All right, slave, there are two things you have to do tonight before 
we release you.  Remember?"
Tiffany answered hesitantly, and her voice quavered as she spoke.
"Yes.  I'm going to eat your pussy."
"And?"
She took a deep breath.
"Get fucked in the ass."
I grinned at Marianne, and she smiled at me triumphantly.
"Let's begin, then.  Come here, slave."
Tiffany crawled toward her, and Marianne pulled her into place.  
Tiffany reached up with her bound hands, finding Marianne's twat, and 
rose up to her knees.  She extended her tongue and began to lick 
slowly.  Marianne arched her back, shaking her long blonde hair back 
behind her head.  She pulled Tiffany closer, and Tiffany forced her 
head further between Marianne's stockinged thighs.
I sat on the end of the bed to watch them.  With her hands cuffed 
together, Tiffany had nothing to grab on to, and she finally rested 
them in her lap.  Her head was leaned most of the way back now, and 
Marianne stood with her legs on either side of Tiffany as the other 
girl licked up at her.  Marianne's hands were writhing in Tiffany's 
hair, holding her close.  Her teeth were clenched, and I could hear her 
breath beginning to whistle between them.  
The reluctance I had seen in Tiffany that night after the football game 
was nowhere to be seen now.  She licked and sucked at Marianne eagerly, 
probing into her with her tongue.  I wondered if Tiffany's earlier 
hesitation had just been the vestiges of some conservative 
socialization--a stern superego, if you wanted to get Freudian--and 
only by submitting like this could she let her lesbian inclinations 
out.
Marianne was getting close now, rocking her hips back and forth over 
Tiffany's mouth.  Tiffany attacked her more aggressively, almost 
seeming to want to swallow Marianne's pussy.  Marianne kept her hands 
tight on Tiffany's head, even though Tiffany showed no intentions of 
withdrawing.  Finally, Marianne's legs began to shake, she cried out 
against Tiffany's lingual assault, and then came in a rush.
Tiffany continued licking until Marianne withdrew, staggering toward 
the bed.  She crawled up beside me into my arms.  I held her, feeling 
her body still quivering gently in the aftermath of her climax.
"Good?"
"Great," she gasped.
Tiffany had dropped back onto her feet, waiting further instructions.  
Marianne recovered after a minute or so and sat up.
"Tiffany.  Come here."
She crawled to the end of the bed, and Marianne had me sit in front of 
her.
"Suck his cock.  You know what he likes."
Tiffany sat up again and bent to work.  She brought her hands up to 
play with my balls as she bobbed slowly over my erection.  Marianne sat 
beside us, watching her, occasionally reaching out to brush Tiffany's 
hair back from her face.  Tiffany kept up a steady massage with her 
lips and tongue, and I closed my eyes to concentrate on what she was 
doing.  As she went on, she forced my dick further and further into her 
mouth until her nose was almost in my pubes.  She couldn't quite deep 
throat me, though she appeared to be trying, and each time I felt 
myself probing at her throat until her gag reflex forced me out.
Marianne crawled up to kneel behind me, hugging me and pressing her 
tits against my back.  She rested her chin on my shoulder and licked at 
my ear.
"I want you to fuck her in the ass," she moaned.  "Hard.  While she's 
eating me.  I want to watch you do it while she gets me off again."
I twisted around to kiss her, and she responded eagerly, sucking on my 
tongue and reaching around to tweak my left nipple.  Tiffany continued 
to bob rapidly over me.
Marianne climbed off the bed and found the massage oil.
"Tiffany, get up on the bed.  On all fours."
Tiffany rose from my lap and climbed up into position.  She moaned 
softly as Marianne lubricated her.  Her breasts hung down under her, 
and the chain from the nipple clips swung back and forth over the bed.  
I saw the stud in her clit peeking out from between her shaved labia, 
and I reached in to tweak it as Marianne worked on her.  Tiffany was 
dripping wet by now, fluids almost running down her stockinged thighs.  
Marianne oiled up my dick and then returned to the bed, lying in front 
of Tiffany and spreading her legs.
Tiffany let out a little squeak when I placed my dick at her sphincter, 
but she spread her butt cheeks and pushed back at me.  I forced myself 
in, pushing her face forward into Marianne's pussy.  I couldn't see 
from my angle what she was doing there, but from Marianne's reaction, 
she had started to work already.  Marianne grinned at me and caressed 
Tiffany's head.
I slid slowly into Tiffany's butt, bottoming out against her tight 
cheerleader ass.  She groaned and convulsed briefly, but Marianne held 
her head down.
"Don't stop . .  . let him do it . . . let him fuck you . . . let him 
fuck you in the ass."
Tiffany whimpered softly, but tried to open herself even further.  I 
slid slowly in and out of her oiled butt, feeling her sphincter 
pinching me spasmodically.  She had taken me a long way by blowing me 
first, and I had to control my movements to keep from coming 
immediately.  In front of us, Marianne was writhing under Tiffany's 
attentions, moaning and gripping Tiffany's hair.
Marianne and I watched each other closely, trying to synch our arousal.  
She licked her lips at me lasciviously, and I felt my cum surging in my 
balls.
"Fuck her, Steve.  Come in her ass.  I want to see it."
I groaned, thrusting faster, thumping against Tiffany's tight butt.  
Tiffany continued to moan and whimper softly, but I knew she was 
getting off on this, because each time I bottomed out, my balls would 
slap against her twat, so wet and hot that it almost scalded.
Marianne began to grunt and hump herself up at Tiffany as she neared 
her second orgasm.  I lost control at that point, fucking Tiffany for 
all I was worth.  Suddenly she began shuddering under me, somehow 
coming before both of us, and that was enough to do it.  I thrust into 
her up to root, groaned out loud, and hosed down her bowels with my 
cum.
Marianne's shrieks of orgasm barely penetrated my consciousness, and I 
held tightly onto Tiffany's hips.  Only when Tiffany slid forward--
Marianne was pulling her up to kiss her--did I finally withdraw.
I staggered into the bathroom to clean myself up, and when I returned, 
Tiffany was still on all fours over Marianne, who held Tiffany's head 
closely, kissing her.  I saw Marianne's hand up between Tiffany's legs, 
masturbating her furiously.  Tiffany began to shake, and stopped 
kissing Marianne, dropping her head to Marianne's shoulder.  I walked 
up to the end of the bed, watching them, looking at my cum streaked 
across Tiffany's buttocks and the juices running down the insides of 
her thighs.  She let out a cry, coming again, and her body thrashed 
over Marianne.  Her arms and legs finally collapsed as it peaked, and 
she fell forward onto her friend.
I crawled up to lie beside them.  Marianne held Tiffany tenderly, then 
pushed the blindfold off her face.
"Okay.  You're officially part of the gang again."
Tiffany giggled.
"Fuck.  That was fun.  I'd like to do that again some time."
Marianne looked at me, grinning.
"Me too.  What do you think?"
I laughed weakly.
"Be my guest."
* * *
Ch. 20 Codes: Mf, teen, oral, exhib, public sex, rom
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TWENTY
For the next week, though she teased and hinted and giggled about it, 
Marianne refused to give me any clear idea about what she was planning 
for the reunion.  About all I could gather was that she was searching 
all over town for the perfect dress to wear.  But beyond that, all I 
could get out of her was, "You'll see on Saturday night."   She came 
over a few times that week to fool around (bringing Hayley with her on 
Wednesday), but otherwise I was occupied with work for another week.
The reunion committee had also organized a tailgate party at the school 
football game that Friday, but I had no interest in spending the entire 
weekend down there.  I didn't really care to watch All Saints lose 
again anyway, having seen it happen too many times when I was still a 
student.  
We would be spending Saturday night at the hotel since the party would 
run too late to come back that night.  Marianne had worked out some 
cover story with her parents to explain her absence.  It felt like a 
bigger risk than was necessary, but she insisted it would be safe.
On Saturday afternoon at about three o'clock, Marianne appeared at my 
door with a dress bag in one hand and a little overnight bag in the 
other.  She gave me a quick kiss and went upstairs to get ready.   She 
took a shower (I was sorely tempted to climb in there with her, but it 
would have made us late) then went out to the dressing area to primp 
herself.  I showered myself and shaved as Marianne did her hair and 
cosmetics, still naked except for a towel.  
"What did you tell your folks about tonight?"
"That I was spending the night at Ashley's."
"They never seem to question these charades."
She shrugged.
"I don't know about you," I said.  "But I'm getting sick of this 
routine.  You said you wanted to tell your parents about us eventually.  
I think that time is approaching."
She glanced at me briefly.
"I don't want to talk about that now."
"Okay.  But think about it."
She finished with her hair and went out to the bedroom for her dress.  
I was about half-dressed myself by then, but I stayed in the back to 
let her put it on and surprise me.
She returned in a few minutes with a big grin on her face.
"What do you think?"
The dress--what there was of it--was made from some soft, clingy grey-
blue fabric (rayon or lycra, maybe, though I didn't know enough about 
clothes to be sure).  It began about mid-thigh, and over her midsection 
there was an oval cut-out, exposing her belly ring.  The neck was not 
particularly low-cut, but the fabric was very loose over her body--
bending over would be dangerous tonight.  The dress swept up over her 
shoulders and down her back.
"You like it?"
"Very hot."
She grinned.
"Wait until you see the rest of it."
She turned slowly, and I gasped.  It was cut--that wasn't really the 
proper word because there was nothing there to cut--*all* the way down.  
The shoulder straps didn't come back together until they got below the 
small of her back.  The fabric was bunched up in soft waves at the 
bottom, and the split of her pretty buttocks was just barely visible.  
She essentially had a big sign on her back that said, "I have nothing 
on under this dress."
She completed the turn, smiling at me.
"Is this outrageous enough?"
I tried to catch my breath.
"You're going to give some of those men coronaries."
She giggled.
"No bra, either?" I asked.
"Nope.  I was going to wear stick-ons, but this fabric is just too 
clingy.  You could see them through the dress and it looked awful.  
I'll be bouncing around a lot tonight, but I don't care."
"Jesus."
I looked down at her, and I realized that each time she inhaled, the 
front of her dress below the cutout opened enough to see right down 
into her crotch.  The kitten tat was easily visible if you looked for 
it, and with the right lighting, you could probably see everything 
else, too.
Her eyes twinkled.
"Think this will do?"
I swallowed against my suddenly dry mouth.
"Yes."
"You don't know how long it took me to find this thing.  But as soon as 
I saw it, I knew it was the one."
I exhaled slowly.
"Let's go."
She completed her look for the night with a matching wrap and little 
purse and high-heeled grey sandals.  The wrap rendered her halfway 
decent for the trip south, at least.  We got to the hotel about ninety 
minutes later.  The valet took my Mercedes, and we went inside.
I stopped at the front desk briefly to check in and get the key to our 
room.  The bellboy took our bags, and we headed off to the party.
I didn't immediately see anyone I recognized, which was not surprising 
since I had not seen any of these people in at least fifteen years, if 
not twenty-five.  Marianne had my arm, and I felt her squeezing it more 
tightly as we crossed the lobby.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded quickly.
"I'll be all right.  But none of these people are your friends, right?  
You don't do business with them or anything?"
"No."
"So it doesn't matter what happens tonight?  I'm just trying to get my 
bearings."
"No, it doesn't.  Just enjoy yourself."
She nodded again, straightening her back as we approached the ballroom.  
Up ahead, I could see a table covered with nametags being manned by two 
women I didn't recognize at all.  About half a dozen guests milled 
around outside.
"Hi, good evening," one of the women said.  Her nametag said "Phoebe 
Collins," but I still didn't remember her.
"Hi.  Steve Chandler."
"Well, hi, Steve."
Phoebe searched for my nametag and then handed it to me.  Then she 
looked at Marianne, and I watched her smile cracking slightly.
"Can I get you a nametag?"
"Sure.  Marianne Mulcahey."
Phoebe filled out a nametag and handed it her.  Her smile was entirely 
forced by this point.
"Enjoy yourselves."
We walked into the ballroom, and I glanced at Marianne, who was 
fighting a grin.
"It's going to be like that all night, isn't it?"
"Probably."
I surveyed the room, still not seeing anyone I recognized, but seeing a 
lot of people doing double takes when they got a good look at Marianne.  
They had a coat check room in one corner, where she surrendered the 
wrap.  She gave me a nervous grin.
"Here we go."
She took my arm again, squeezing it tightly.  We made our way toward 
the bar, and I tried not to pay too much attention to the numerous 
cases of male whiplash Marianne was inducing as she passed.  When we 
got to the bar, I half-turned to look behind us, seeing at least three 
or four men staring incredulously at Marianne's butt.  Most of them had 
dates or spouses, and I saw one woman subtly jab her husband in the 
ribs when she saw what he was looking at.  Then she gave me a dirty 
look and turned away.
I ordered a pair of drinks and led Marianne back into the crowd.  After 
a few sips of wine, she seemed to be calming down.
"How are we doing?" she asked.
"There are going to be a lot of men here with stiff necks tomorrow."
She giggled.  I spotted someone I knew, a guy named Jim Pederson, whom 
I had shared a bong-load or two with during my senior year.  His hair 
had once been as long as Marianne's but it was now clipped short and 
heavily receding.  He saw me a moment later and headed toward us.  
"Holy shit!  Steve!"
"Jim.  How's it going?"
He shook my hand vigorously, and then took in Marianne.  Though his 
eyes widened slightly, he said nothing.
"This is Marianne."
She extended her hand, and he shook it.
"Nice to meet you."
Jim and I spent a few minutes catching up, during which I discovered 
that he was now an Assistant United States Attorney in San Francisco 
("Quite a change from the old days, eh?" he asked, laughing).  He gave 
Marianne some repeated glances but otherwise behaved himself.  
"So, um, what do you do, Marianne?" he finally asked.
"I'm still in school."
"What are you thinking of doing?"
"I haven't really made up my mind."
A heavyset man I didn't recognize came up to us, and only after reading 
his nametag, did I realize who it was--Mike Taylor, who had been the 
quarterback on the football team, though he was now several decades out 
of his playing form.  He glanced at me as he approached, but most of 
his attention was on Marianne.
"Steve.  How you doing?"
"Mike.  Not bad."
He looked at Marianne, who gave him a flirty smile.  A little tremor 
ran over his face.
"This is Marianne."
He seemed to want to shake her hand, but she kept it at her side.  I 
watched his eyes going up and down, up and down, from her breasts to 
her face and back again.
"What . . . uh . . ." he managed, "what are you up to these days, 
Steve?"
"I'm a stock trader.  I live up the coast about two hours.  What about 
you?"
"I'm an Assistant Sales Manager at a big Chevy dealership near the 
beach.  I, uh . . . "  His eyes got stuck on Marianne's breasts again.  
"I've been there a few years."
A brown-haired woman came up next to him, glancing at me, then 
Marianne, then back at me with disbelief filling her eyes.  She nudged 
Mike, and he started.
"Um, honey, this is Steve Chandler.  We were friends back then."
That was a lie, but I was feeling magnanimous enough not to call him 
out on it, especially as I watched the anger filling his wife's eyes.  
Like a nebula being pulled into a black hole, Mike's attention was 
being drawn inexorably back toward my girlfriend's chest.  She gave his 
wife a sly look.
The poor woman stood it for only a second or two before pinching Mike's 
side.  He squirmed in her grip, but she refused to let go of him.  
Giving the two of us a steely glare, she took Mike's arm in hers.
"Can we go sit down now, honey?"
He gave me a conflicted look as she dragged him off.  I glanced at Jim, 
who was fighting a grin.  Marianne just smiled innocently.
We repeated that scene a few more times, mostly with men I had hardly 
known--if at all--during high school.  Though I hadn't said anything to 
Marianne and didn't intend to, there was one person I really did not 
want to see tonight, if she even remembered who I was or why I would 
care.  Another cheerleader in another, far less pleasant, life.  I kept 
glancing around, looking for her but not seeing her.  After we had been 
there about an hour, I let myself decide that she hadn't come.
More and more of the women I saw gave me nasty looks when our eyes met.  
I had been looking for Mary Jo, but I didn't see her until we had been 
there almost an hour.  She stood with a tall, thin man with graying 
blonde hair.  She was a bit rounder than I remembered but still pretty.
She spotted me a minute later and came straight over.
"Steve!"
She gave me a big hug and then withdrew to check me out.
"Look at you!  You haven't aged a bit."
Now she noticed Marianne, and I could see her eyes widening.  Her smile 
wavered for a moment.
"This is Marianne."
They shook hands, and I introduced Mary Jo.
"He's told me a lot about you," Marianne said, and that was sufficient 
to disrupt Mary Jo's mild case of shock.  She laughed.
"Oh, no.  Well, I hope it was nothing indecent."
"It was all good."
Mary Jo's husband appeared at her side, and she introduced him.  We 
made casual small talk for a few minutes.
"So, how did you two meet?"
"I live just down the street from him," Marianne said.  "So we've sort 
of known each other a while."
Mary Jo tried to smile, but I could tell it was difficult.
"How long have you been going out?"
"Just a few months, really."
Mary Jo had always been on the shy side, and I could tell that this was 
as far as she could bear to take the conversation.  We spent some time 
talking about what she had been up to, and about her two kids.  
Marianne went to the ladies' room a few minutes later, and when she was 
out of earshot, I leaned toward Mary Jo and lowered my voice.
"Do you know if Beth Dunbar is here tonight?"
A knowing look passed across her face.
"As far as I know, she's not here.  She hasn't come to the last few.  
We've lost track of her, to be honest.  You don't really want to see 
her again, do you?"
"No.  That's why I'm asking."
She nodded, but said nothing else.  When Marianne reappeared, we split 
up with Mary Jo and her husband and headed back toward the bar.
"Are you enjoying this?" she asked me.
"Yes.  You?"
"I'm fine.  It's not as difficult as I thought it would be.  I'm having 
fun."
"Good."
We got to the bar and ordered another round of drinks.  After I paid 
the tab, I leaned in to peck her on the cheek.
"I have to hit the bathroom myself.  Will you survive on your own for a 
few minutes?"
She grinned.
"I think I'll make it.  Go."
I went toward the men's room to take a leak.  When I was standing in 
front of the urinal draining my bladder, Patrick Getzels, another guy I 
had barely known, came up to use the one next to me.
"Steve."
"Pat.  How's it been?"
"Not bad.  That, uh, that girl with you . . . "
"Marianne."
"Your girlfriend?"
"Yep."
"How old is she?"
I grinned and zipped up my slacks.
"Legal."
He laughed in disbelief.
"Oh, Jesus."
When I returned to the bar, Marianne had no less than four men around 
her trying to get her attention, and, none-too-subtlety, peer into the 
gaps in her dress.  She seemed to be enjoying herself, and when I 
approached, she gave me a big kiss.  The men around her backed away, 
various looks of embarrassment and jealousy on their faces.  I 
recognized only one of them, Bart Creagler, another ex-football player.  
Marianne hugged my arm and smiled up at me.  Bart pried his eyes off 
Marianne's butt and extended his hand.
"Steve, how you doing?"
"Not bad.  You?"
I watched the other men staring forlornly at Marianne and resisted the 
urge to grin at them.
"Pretty good," Bart said.  "What have you been up to?"
Before I could answer him, a tall, thin woman with a barely restrained 
look of fury on her face appeared at Bart's side.  I recognized her as 
(the former?) Marcy Conrad, who had been a cheerleader at All Saints 
and had dated Bart off and on during high school.  She gave me an icy 
glare before taking Bart's arm.  Bart shrunk into himself as he 
realized who it was.
"Hello, Steve."
"Marcy."
The other men around us had dispersed into the crowd at Marcy's 
approach.  She turned her eyes on Marianne, a razor-thin smile 
spreading over her face.
"And this must be your daughter."
Bart's eyes goggled, and I had to pause a moment to formulate a 
response.  But Marianne beat me to it.
"No, actually, I'm his fuck toy."
Marcy's jaw dropped about six inches. 
"Although," Marianne went on, "sometimes I'll pretend to be his 
daughter, you know, yell out 'Fuck me, Daddy' when we're having sex.  
He likes me to do that."
Marcy stared at her, then me, utterly speechless. I gave her a small 
grin.
"She's kidding."
She pulled herself closer to her husband and took a ragged breath.
"Um, I think I see someone I need to talk to.  I have to go over 
there."
"It was nice to meet you," Marianne said sweetly.
Marcy just straightened herself and dragged Bart off into the crowd.  
Marianne grinned up at me.
"That was deft."
"She asked for it."
"I guess so."
The dinner began shortly after that, and if the people we sat with were 
uncomfortable about Marianne's presence, they did their best not to 
show it.  I still saw a lot of people pointing in our direction and 
whispering to each other.  
After dinner, Marianne dragged me out to the dance floor, where the DJ 
was playing a succession of late-70's disco tunes.  Her braless breasts 
bounced freely around in her dress while she danced, and nearly every 
male eye in range was fixed on her, to the consternation of most of the 
women present.  As near as I could tell, she noticed and seemed to be 
enjoying it.
The music changed to a KISS ballad, and we came together.  I linked my 
hands at the base of her back, and she slid her arms around my waist 
and laid her head on my chest.  The fabric of her dress was so loose 
and clingy that she almost felt naked.
"Were you into disco in high school?"
"No.  I hated it.  I was in the anti-disco crowd from the beginning."
Over her shoulder, I saw a man nearby staring at Marianne's butt. 
"What did you like?"
"Led Zeppelin.  Foghat.  Black Sabbath.  KISS.  That kind of stuff."
She pressed herself closer to me, purring and rubbing her breasts 
against my chest.  Then she rose up on her toes and leaned toward my 
ear. 
"How much longer do you want to stay here?"
"Why?"
"Because I'm am very fucking horny right now."
I laughed softly.
"Let's go then."
We stopped dancing, and she pulled me toward the exit.  We paused only 
to retrieve her wrap from the coat check before heading toward the 
elevator.  I gave the room one final glance on the way out, seeing at 
least a dozen men dejectedly watching Marianne's exit.  I allowed 
myself a small smile of triumph as we left.
I had gotten a suite, and our room was on the top floor.  The bellboy 
had left our bags on the bed, and the bottle of champagne I had ordered 
when I made the reservation had apparently just arrived.  Marianne 
giggled when she saw it.
"Are you trying to get me drunk?"
"Do I need to?"
She gave me a sly glance but said nothing, drifting out to the balcony 
as I opened the champagne.  I poured two glasses and joined her 
outside.  She leaned against the railing, looking down at the city 
around us.  A light wind was blowing, and her blonde hair fluttered 
around her face.  She took her glass and took a sip.
"It's pretty."
"Nothing like you."
She turned around to face me, smiling.
"Did you enjoy that tonight?  All those men drooling over me?"
"It was fun to watch.  But you're more to me than that.  Much more."
"I know.  I wouldn't have done this otherwise."
She set her glass on the railing and reached between us, unzipping my 
slacks.  Her hand slipped inside, through the fly of my boxers, and 
found my dick.
I bent to kiss her as she began to stroke me.
"What are you doing?"
"Nothing."
She quickly had me erect, and she pulled my dick out into the night 
air.  She reached for one of the balcony chairs and sat down, bending 
forward to take me into her mouth.  I felt her swirling her tongue 
around the head a few times before withdrawing.  Then she took a swig 
of champagne and bent back down.
I grunted, grabbing at her head when the champagne bubbles bit at my 
dick.  She swished it around her mouth, making the sensations even 
worse.  She swallowed the champagne and bobbed rapidly over me.  I 
looked around us, seeing only the lights of downtown.  We were back 
lit, and anyone looking up here could see this.
"The lights," I gasped.
She withdrew far enough to answer me.
"I don't care.  Let them watch."
She took another mouthful of champagne and resumed her attentions.  I 
groaned, swaying on my feet at what she was doing.  Then suddenly she 
stood up, hiked her dress up to her waist, and turned away from me, 
presenting her ass for my enjoyment as she braced herself against the 
railing.
I didn't need any further encouragement.  I fitted my erection between 
her buttocks, and I felt her reaching between her legs to guide me in.  
She was almost searingly hot after the cold champagne, and thoroughly 
wet and ready.  I pushed myself into her up to the root, pressing 
against her tight cheerleader butt.  She pushed back against me, 
moaning.
I gave in to the experience, looking past Marianne to the darkened city 
below us.  I thrust at her rapidly, feeling her fingers brushing 
against my balls as she played with herself.  I kept my hands tight on 
her waist, guiding her movements.  The musky scent of her sex rose up 
between us, hot and thick.  
She let out a soft cry, arching her back to open herself further to me.  
I continued plundering her wonderful ass, lost in the sensations.  The 
hand between her legs suddenly came up over her neck, and she was 
pulling her dress over her head and letting it fall to the balcony 
floor.  In a moment, she was naked except for her heels, completely 
exposed to anyone who wanted to look.  And I was fully clothed except 
for the erection jutting out of my pants.
"Fuck me!" she groaned.  "Fuck me!"
I redoubled my efforts, hammering her butt as she went back to playing 
with herself furiously.  She cried out once, twice, and her legs 
buckled under her.  I stabbed forward, almost lifting her in the air, 
and came like an out-of-control fire hose.  I kept thrusting at her 
until she was hanging half over the balcony, big tits exposed to the 
entire city.
She sank toward the ground, and I bent to pick her up.  I carried her 
inside and laid her on the bed.  I stripped out of my clothes as 
quickly as I could and joined her.  She rolled against me, and I could 
feel her legs still quivering in the last vestiges of her climax.
She giggled.
"That was fun."
"You have no shame, girl."
"If you've got it, flaunt it."
"I've noticed."
She snuggled against me, and we lay together for a few minutes before 
she began kissing her way down my chest.  She took my deflated dick in 
her mouth and set about restoring my erection.  In about five minutes, 
she had succeeded, and I pulled her up above me.  She planted her knees 
on either side of my waist and impaled herself on my dick.
She spread herself open, trying to bottom out and get every bit of me 
into her.  I thrust upwards, causing her to grind her sex against the 
base of my cock.  She let out a throaty groan.  I looked down, seeing 
her blonde twat split apart on my dick and the kitten tattoo watching 
us with a grin.  Her belly ring twitched back and forth as she rode me, 
moving as her abdomen heaved.
I was a long way from coming, so I concentrated on helping her along.  
When she got within range, I leaned up to suck on her nipples, nibbling 
and biting at her as best I could.  I soon had them as wet and swollen 
as her pussy, which was doing its best to swallow me whole.
Marianne began to move faster, shuddering and gripping my shoulders 
with tight claws.  Her long blonde hair fell down around our heads, but 
she scarcely seemed to notice.  She was lost in the agonizing climb 
toward orgasm, eyes shut tightly, jaw clenched, face twisted in effort.  
She rocked rapidly back and forth over me in an animal rhythm, as if 
she had surrendered all control of her body to her primal instincts.  
Her movements grew more rapid and spasmodic, and little feline cries, 
increasing in volume, escaped her mouth.  Finally, with a piercing 
shriek, she dug her nails into my shoulders, and slammed herself down 
on me three or four times.  She shuddered above me for a good five or 
ten seconds before collapsing into a quivering mass of flesh.
I rolled her on her side, remaining inside her.  She curled into my 
arms, still shaking and shuddering.  I pulled a thigh up to my waist 
and moved slowly in and out of her.  She whimpered, nuzzling my chin.
"Nice?"
"Nice?" she gasped.  "My God, nice."
I kissed her.
"Mmm."
"Don't stop," she whispered.  "Make love to me all night.  I'll sleep 
when we get back."
I laughed softly.
"I'll try."
She rolled on her back, pulling me above her.  I continued my slow, 
steady movements, just enjoying the sensations of being inside her.  
She wrapped herself around me, licking my ear and nibbling my earlobe.
"Think of all those guys looking at me tonight," she moaned, "drooling 
over me.  Think of them.  I bet they're all fucking their wives now, or 
beating off, thinking about me.  Thinking about my ass . . . about my 
tits . . . about my pussy.  The one you're fucking right now.  You're 
where they all want to be.  You're fucking me . . . oh God, you're 
fucking me."  She whimpered again, biting my ear.  "Don't stop.  Fuck 
me.  Oh God, fuck me--"
She shuddered under me, whimpering through her nose, clawing at my 
back.  With a sharp cry, she thrust herself up at me, heaving in 
orgasm.  I slowed down as she coasted to the end of it, kissing her 
softly, licking the sweat at her brow.  She hugged me tightly to her.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Kitten."
We made love on into the night, insatiable and inexhaustible.  We did 
it a third time past midnight, going at it until we were both too sore 
to continue.  When we finally ran out of gas at about one-thirty, we 
returned to the balcony and lay together under a blanket, enjoying one 
last glass of champagne.
"Why can't we do this more often?" Marianne asked.
"Make love until neither of us can stand up?"
She giggled.
"No.  Go out alone together.  Like a normal couple."
"I can think of two reasons, both of which think you're at Ashley's 
right now."
I felt her tense up next to me.
"Steve?"
"What?"
"What if I told you that they don't know where I am?"
I froze.
"What?"
She was silent for a few moments.
"You said it was time.  You're right.  I've been trying to tell them 
for a few days.  I couldn't bring myself to do it.  So I just decided 
to force the issue.  I didn't tell them where I was going tonight.  
When we get back tomorrow, then I'll have no choice but to tell them."
Oh, shit.
* * *
This episode, as you might guess from the end of Ch.20, is somewhat 
unpleasant, and far more plot than sex.  Not to worry, though--it's not 
the end of the story.
Ch. 21 Codes: Mf, teen, nosex
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Although I thought about driving straight back that night, I knew it 
would be pointless.  I could have gotten Marianne home by three a.m. at 
the soonest, which was still far too late.  And deep in my heart, I 
knew she was right.  It was time to face the music.
Marianne insisted that we make love again before leaving that morning, 
since, as she told me, "It might be a while before we can do it again."  
So we did, and I tried not to dwell on the distinct possibility that it 
might be the last time, period.
We drove back in silence.  She held my hand most of the drive.  I 
dropped her off at her house just after nine and went home.
As the reality of this development sank in, I tried to get my bearings.  
Was I about to get busted?  Did the fact that Marianne was eighteen now 
make everything that went on before irrelevant?
I had an MBA from Stanford, and I had taken a few elective law courses 
during B-school, but that was a good fifteen years ago, and I had 
forgotten 95% of it.  I didn't think they had covered statutory rape 
anyway.  I had no idea what the truth of the matter was, but I knew 
someone who would.
I went up to my office and found his number.  He answered on the third 
ring.
"Hey, Brian, it's Steve.  I'm sorry to bother you on a Sunday, but I'm 
in a bit of a bind."
"No sweat.  I was up.  What's wrong?"
"Before I tell you, this is attorney-client privilege."
He laughed.
"What happened?  You rob a bank or something?"
"No, but I may be in some trouble."
"Okay.  Shoot.  What's the problem?"
I took a deep breath.
"I have been seeing a certain girl for about three months.  The 
problem, basically, is that she only just turned eighteen."
Silence.  Then the sound of a chair creaking as Brian sat down.
"Oh."
"Right."
"What I need to know is what this means."
"You've been screwing her, I gather?"
"Yes."
"Who else knows?"
"A couple of her friends, and her sister.  But as far as I know, not 
her parents."
"When did she turn eighteen?"
"About three weeks ago."
"Christ."   He took a long breath.  "What it means is that you're on 
the hook for statutory rape.  But I gather you know that already."
"It doesn't matter that she's eighteen now?"
"She was seventeen when you fucked her?"
"Yes."
"No, it doesn't.  But her parents don't know about this?"
"Not yet.  But they may figure it out as of this morning."
Another long groan.
"Okay.  Until they find out, you may be all right, assuming this girl 
doesn't decide to get you busted herself."
"She won't."
"You don't know that, but let's not get into that now.  In order to 
prosecute you, the DA has to establish somehow that you had sex with 
her when she was underage.  Usually that's with the girl's testimony, 
but even if she won't cooperate, they may find a way to get you anyway.  
They might just serve a search warrant on your house and look for 
evidence that you slept with her.  Now, I'm not advising that you do 
anything, mind you, since it would be unethical to suggest that you 
destroy evidence, but you should give that some thought."
"Understood."
"Is there anyone else who can testify that you had sex with this girl?"
Shit.
"Yes."
He groaned again.
"Are they likely to?"
"I don't know.  Probably not."
"Okay.  Right now, we're in limbo until something else happens.  
Ordinarily, I would suggest you get as far away from this girl as 
possible, but since she's eighteen now, that's not really an issue 
anymore.  My advice is that you do whatever it takes to keep her on 
your side.  That, and you think about that thing I just told you."
"Okay.  Thanks."
"Call me the instant anything happens."
As soon as I was off the phone, I set about sanitizing the house.  What 
I hadn't bothered to tell Brian was that a police search might well 
turn up evidence of all the dope we had smoked, and I knew that if that 
happened, I would be in much deeper shit.
Marianne had left a few odds and ends around the house, so I gathered 
those up and shoved them in the trash.  All the sheets and towels went 
into the wash.  I vacuumed the whole house repeatedly and furiously, 
then hosed off the patio.  I found an empty bag of marijuana under the 
couch in the den and burned it in the barbecue.  
I was dragging a bag of trash into the garage when I realized someone 
was pounding on the front door.  I briefly contemplated pretending I 
wasn't home, then decided I had best get this over with.
I looked through the peephole.  On the porch were Marianne and a beefy, 
heavyset man I took to be her father.  Coming up the front walk behind 
them was a blonde-haired woman in her forties.
I opened the door.  Marianne had changed into jeans and a sweatshirt.  
Her arms were crossed under her breasts, and she looked up at me 
fearfully, face lined with tension.  Her father seemed about to erupt 
like a volcano, and he took one look at me before lurching through the 
door for my throat.
I jumped back, and Marianne leapt to intercept him.
"No!  Daddy, stop it!"
He was a lot bigger than she was, but her interference was still enough 
to stop him in the doorway.  Marianne's mother ran up behind him, 
grabbing his arm.
"Charles, grow up!  That isn't going to solve anything!"
Charles and I glared at each other.  His face was flushed bright red, 
and he panted through his nostrils.  His wife pulled him back onto the 
porch, and he went, reluctantly.  She got him behind her and finally 
looked at me.  She looked me up and down once.
"Just how old are you?"
"Forty-one."
She shook her head in disgust.
"And you take advantage of a seventeen-year-old girl?"
"Mom, I'm eighteen now, and I can do what I want!"
She glanced at Marianne once before looking back at me.
"You just stay away from my daughter, do you hear?  I have half a mind 
to call the police right now."
"If you call the police," Marianne snarled, "I will never speak to you 
again."
I looked past the three of them, seeing that Hayley had come up the 
street with this delegation as well, and she watched us from the bottom 
of the driveway.  Marianne's mother followed my gaze and blew up 
immediately.
"Hayley, get back to the house right now!  Get your butt inside before 
I have to thrash it!"
Hayley turned and ran back down the street.  Her mother glared at 
Marianne, and then looked back at me, shaking her head again.  
"You've got her wrapped right around your finger, don't you?  Got her 
snowed into thinking she's a grown woman who doesn't have to mind 
anyone."
"I never told her anything I didn't mean."
"Mom, I love him.  There's nothing you can do about this anymore."
Her mother's eyes flared in outrage, and she slapped Marianne across 
the face.  I jumped out the door to stop her, and for a moment, the 
four of us were struggling chaotically with each other until her mother 
extricated herself and her husband.
Marianne had backed away from them, against me.  She held her cheek and 
glared murderously at her mother.  Marianne's parents glared back at 
us, and her mother finally caught her breath and spoke.
"All right.  If you don't think you need us anymore, then you go on and 
stay here.  Let him take care of you for a change.  See how you like it 
without a family."
She backed up the front walk, pulling Marianne's father with her.  He 
resisted for a few seconds, but then they were leaving.  Marianne 
turned inside the house and stood in the foyer, rubbing her forehead.
"Oh, God."
I watched her parents leave and shut the door.  Then I hugged Marianne, 
and she leaned against me.
"Give them some time to calm down.  When people are that upset, they 
sometimes say things they don't mean."
She began to cry against my shoulder.  I let her.  There wasn't much 
else to do.
Marianne went to lie down when she stopped crying, and I called Brian 
back to update him on the crisis.  He grilled me on what I thought her 
parents would do, and I told him that--for now--it didn't seem like 
they would call the police.  I felt a bit guilty hoping, and 
suspecting, that they were unsophisticated enough to think they had 
nothing on me now that Marianne was eighteen.  Were that the case, I 
wasn't about to disabuse them of the misconception.
At about noon, with Marianne still lying down in the bedroom, the 
doorbell rang.  I looked out the peephole and nearly had a heart 
attack.
I tore open the door.
"Jesus Christ, Hayley, what are you doing here?"
I looked past her up and down the street.  No one was there.  She stood 
nervously on the stoop.
"I wanted to see Marianne."
"Your folks don't know you're here?"
"No.  They think I don't know anything about you.  I told them I didn't 
know what she was doing.  So, can I come in?"
I looked up the street again and then pulled her inside.
"This is not the best time for you to be here.  Marianne is eighteen; 
you are not."
"I know, I don't want to do it or anything.  I just want to see if 
she's okay."
"I'm all right."
Both of us spun around.  Marianne stood halfway down the stairs, 
looking wrung out.  She brushed her hair back over her head as she 
dropped down another few steps.
"How are Mom and Dad?"
"Postal.  Totally.  They've been screaming at each other all morning."
"How did you get out?"
"I told them I was going over to Brianna's.  I think they kind of 
wanted me gone anyway."
"Do you think they're going to do anything?"
"I don't know.  They were mostly arguing about whose fault it is."
Marianne sat on the stairs, and Hayley went over to sit on the step 
below her.  Marianne put her arms around Hayley and hugged her.  Hayley 
hugged her back, though she still seemed flustered by all this.
"Are you going to stay here now?"
"Mom and Dad want me out.  What else can I do?"
"I don't know if they really want you out.  They didn't sound like it 
was settled or anything."
"I need to stay here for the time being.  At least until they chill 
out."
"What about your stuff?"
"I don't know.  I can't think about that now."
"I could bring some stuff over."
"I don't want you to get in the middle of this."
"It's okay.  I don't mind."
"Don't get yourself in trouble because of me, short stuff."
"I won't.  I'll be careful."
I looked at Hayley.
"You'd better go.  Don't push your luck any further."
"Okay."  She glanced at her sister.  "I'll get some stuff together.  
I'll try to bring it over later."
"Thanks."
She gave Marianne another hug and left.  When she was gone, I sat down 
next to Marianne and put my arm around her.
"How you doing, Kitten?"
"Shitty.  But it's not your fault.  I'll get through it."
"Why don't you go lie down again?"
"Only if you come with me."
I led her back up to the bedroom, and we lay down together.  She lay 
under my arm for a long time while I tried to think of what to do.
Marianne propped herself up on my chest after we had been there about 
twenty minutes.
"You know, if you look past the fact that we've only been going out a 
couple of months, and that that's pretty fast to be moving in together, 
there isn't anything wrong with this.  We're both adults, right?"
"You still have to go to school."
"So I go to school.  What are my folks going to do?  Try to stop me 
from graduating?  What *can* they do?"
"They can call the police."
"But I'm eighteen now."
I explained about my conversation with Brian.
"Oh.  Well, I bet they won't.  You heard what I told my mom.  And I'd 
never do anything to get you in trouble.  I'll just tell the police we 
didn't do it until my eighteenth birthday.  That we knew what the law 
was and waited."
"I don't know if they'll believe that."
"But they won't *know,* right?  If I refuse to help them, what can they 
do?"
I thought about that for a moment.
"Maybe nothing."
She lay back down and hugged me.
"So we're fine.  Everything will be okay.  Just let my parents calm 
down, and it will all go back to normal in a week or so."
I wasn't so sure of that, but I didn't see what else to do.
I made Marianne something to eat a bit later, but she stayed in the 
bedroom.  Having nothing else to do, I went down to the den to watch 
Stanford and Notre Dame playing South Bend.
At around three o'clock, the doorbell rang again.  Thinking it was 
Hayley with a delivery of Marianne's things, I went straight to the 
door.
It wasn't Hayley.
Marianne's mother stood on the doorstep with her arms crossed.  She 
still seemed upset, but she appeared to have collected herself 
somewhat.
"Where is my daughter?"
"Upstairs."  She said nothing for a few seconds.  "Would you like to 
come in?"
She stepped into the living room, still radiating hostility.  With the 
tension down a few notches from our earlier confrontation, I got a 
better look at her.  I could see where Marianne got her looks, for her 
mother was still a very attractive woman.  If Marianne looked this good 
at forty, she would be doing pretty well.
And, the more I looked at her, the more something about her looked 
familiar, and it wasn't her resemblance to her daughters.  It tickled 
the back of my brain like a word you want to use but can't quite place, 
the feeling vague enough that you're not sure it even exists.
She looked around the room briefly, then brushed her blonde hair back 
from her face, over her head.  The action gave me another sense of deja 
vu, though a different one--it was the sort of thing Marianne was 
always doing.  She had probably picked the habit up from her mother.
Before either of us said anything else, I saw Marianne coming down the 
stairs.  Her mother straightened her back and faced her.
"Honey, I want to tell you that I am sorry for slapping you.  I am 
still very upset with you, but that was not acceptable behavior."
"It's all right."
"I would like you to come home now."
Marianne glanced at me.
"I'm not going to stop seeing Steve."
"I realize that.  But, given a choice between having you in the house 
and putting a stop to this relationship, I would prefer to have you 
home.  I'm not ready to have you leave yet."
Marianne appeared to think for a few seconds.
"This isn't going to be one of those things where you pretend to let me 
do what I want but make me sorry for doing it?"
Her mother sniffed.
"I'm not going to pretend that I approve of this situation.  What kind 
of example do you think you're setting for your sister?"
A chill shot down my spine, and I resisted the urge to exchange a 
nervous look with Marianne.  Whatever Marianne was thinking, she kept 
her eyes on her mother.
"I'm not coming back if you're going to make a lot of nasty remarks 
about me all the time."
Her mother looked down at the floor, shaking her head.
"I don't know how I missed all of this.  Why it didn't occur to me to 
wonder where all those new clothes were coming from."  She looked up at 
me.  "You bought her that car, didn't you?  That didn't even occur to 
me until this afternoon."
I didn't see any point in denying it.
"Yes."
"Who do you think you are, buying a car like that for a girl her age?"
"It was a birthday present."
"Well, she's giving it back."
"Hey!" Marianne squawked.  "No way!  That car is mine!"
"The car is legally hers," I said.  "All the papers are in her name.  
I'm not sure there's anything to 'give back' now."
Her mother pursed her lips tightly.
"Convenient."  She shook her head again.  "All right.  I guess you're 
keeping the car.  But Marianne, I want you to come home now."
"What about Dad?"
"This isn't up to him.  He's going to find a way to deal with it."
"But he's going to glare at me a lot and give me the silent treatment, 
right?"
Her mother began to snort through her nostrils.
"Marianne, what do you want from us?  You are sleeping with a man who 
is older than I am and behaving like his pampered mistress.  You think 
I don't know what he's in this for?"
Marianne screeched in outrage, but I was the first one to get out a 
coherent reaction.
"Mrs. Mulcahey, I know you may find this hard to believe, but I do care 
about your daughter.  I am not exploiting her."
She glared right back at me.
"Do I look stupid to you?  Do I look blind?  I know what my daughter 
looks like, dammit.  You think I didn't go through the same thing at 
her age?  I've spent the last four years chasing off a succession of 
boys who only wanted one thing from her, and damned if they weren't 
going to get it."
Marianne came down the rest of the stairs and stepped up to her mother.
"Mom, you can't spend the rest of your life trying to protect me.  You 
have to start letting me make my own decisions."
"I realize that.  This is just not the decision I would prefer to have 
you start with."  She took several long breaths.  "However, it appears 
I have no choice here.  If you come home, your father and I will do our 
best to be civil about this."
Marianne looked at me.  I nodded.
"Go home.  It's the best for everyone right now."
She reached out and squeezed my hand.
"Thanks."
Her mother gave me a final, frustrated, look and stepped toward the 
door.  Marianne ran upstairs to get her shoes.  She gave me a kiss on 
the way out, and I saw her mother close her eyes and grit her teeth at 
the sight of it.
Then they were gone.
* * *
Ch. 22 Codes: Mf, Mf, teen, oral
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
As Marianne had predicted, things slowly went back to normal, at least 
at first.  Her parents (especially her father) were not happy about our 
relationship, but appeared to have resigned themselves to it.  Since 
they weren't happy, neither was Marianne, and as a result, she spent 
more and more time over at my place.  
The biggest victim in this confrontation, ironically, was not Marianne 
but Hayley.  Her parents continued to think she knew nothing about the 
situation, and they appeared determined to keep it that way, 
instructing her that she was to have no contact with me whatsoever.  
They had only just allowed her to start dating, and she was now 
suffering under the discipline they were unable to direct at Marianne.
"She's pissed at the entire world," Marianne told me one afternoon a 
few weeks later.  "Me especially.  She keeps bitching at Mom and Dad 
about how they're punishing her for what I did.  Which is true.  
They're being totally unfair, but they're not interested in anyone 
else's opinions."
We were lying in bed together after making love, her with her head on 
my chest, staring up at the ceiling and picking at her hair for split 
ends.  I looked down the smooth length of her body, between her 
breasts, to the belly ring and kitten tattoo.
"I can understand it.  It sucks, but I can understand where they're 
coming from."
"I know.  I feel bad about this, but what I can do?"
"Nothing.  What do you think Hayley will do?"
"She's not going to rat us out, about your sleeping with her.  Not as 
far as I know.  She keeps asking me how I could tell them and ruin 
everything.  She cries about it all the time.  I know she really misses 
you."
I had been thinking that I should be grateful about Hayley being under 
house arrest, since it reduced my potential liability, but I was 
feeling worse and worse about what she was going through, since it was 
essentially my fault.  Or at least a large chunk of it was.
"Do you think you could you sneak her over here somehow?  Would that 
help?" 
"Maybe.  I don't know how.  Mom and Dad want to know where she is like 
every second of every day.  She has to call them whenever she goes 
anywhere."
I brainstormed for a few moments.
"I'm assuming they know nothing about the other girls on the squad."
She scoffed.
"As if.  Jeez."
"Hayley's a sophomore, right?  She'll be eligible to try out for the 
varsity squad next spring?"
"Right."
"So if some of the other girls on the varsity squad invited her over, 
to practice or something, would your folks suspect anything?"
She rolled over onto her chest, eyes lighting up.
"No.  Not a thing.  Mom's so into our being cheerleaders.  She was one 
herself.  I bet she'd go along with that easy.  Especially if I stayed 
home to distract them."
"Would she check up on her?"
"Maybe, but they'll play along.  That should work great."
"Okay.  But, you know, we can't make a habit of this.  We have to ease 
her out of this situation eventually, sooner rather than later, I 
think.  It's a lot more risky now with us out in the open."
Her face tightened up, and she looked down.  She didn't say anything 
for a few moments.
"There isn't any way we can keep her part of this?  Somehow?"
"Is that what you want?"
She nodded slowly.
"It's what I'd like.  I don't know how, but could you try to think of 
something?"
"When is her sixteenth birthday?"
"March."
"Until she turns eighteen, I don't know what we can do."
She looked up at me forlornly.
"There has to be something.  There just has to be."
Marianne called me the next day at work and explained what she and 
Hayley had set up.  Giselle and Ashley had called Marianne's mother to 
ask if Hayley could come over to talk about trying out for varsity that 
spring, and she had agreed.  They were going to hang around Ashley's in 
case Mrs. Mulcahey called to check on Hayley.  Marianne would stay 
home, and Hayley would come over to my house.
She arrived just after I got home, coming straight into my arms to hug 
me.  I held her, caressing her back slowly.
"I missed you."
"I missed you too, Little Kit."
"This sucks so hard.  Please tell me I can keep seeing you.  Please.  
I'll die if you won't let me keep seeing you."
"It's going to be hard.  You know this is against the law."
"I don't care.  I love you."
"Unfortunately, that doesn't help us."
"Can't you think of something?"
"Marianne and I are working on it."
She squeezed me tightly, whimpering in distress.  I reached down and 
picked her up, carrying her up to the bedroom.  She lay quietly as I 
undressed her, removing her jeans and baby tee shirt.  When I had her 
down to bra and panties, I sat back to look at her.  She was as 
beautiful as her sister was, just slightly less developed.  They were 
alike enough that I had a hard time separating what I felt for them, 
and if I wasn't completely sure I loved Hayley too, I knew I cared 
about her happiness and did not want her to get hurt, whatever happened 
with the rest of this.
She pulled me down to kiss her, and we necked and fondled each other 
for a few minutes.  When she was naked, I rolled her on her stomach to 
inspect the cat tattoo on her butt, now largely healed.
"Do you like it?"
"It's very cute.  Just like you."
"A little kit."
"Yep."
She rolled back over and slipped her arms around my neck.
"Marianne's your kitten.  I'm your little kitten."
I kissed her softly.
"Right."
"I love you so much."
I looked down into her pretty blue eyes, only a shade or two lighter 
than that lapis bracelet she still wore all the time.  I brushed the 
blonde hair back from her face.
"I love you, too, Little Kit."
I went back to kissing her slowly, playing with her firm breasts until 
I had her nipples standing straight out from her chest.  I slid down 
and took one in my mouth, reaching down with my left hand to stroke 
between her thighs.  She squirmed as I explored her sex, caressing her 
gently as I suckled her breasts.  She writhed on the bed under me, 
making those little whimpering noises she always made.
When I felt her getting wet, felt a little squirt of moisture emerge 
onto my fingers, I lowered myself the rest of the way.  She reached 
down for my hands, and I opened her up with a gentle lick.  I felt the 
little bud of her clitoris with the tip of my tongue, wiggling back and 
forth over it.  I dipped down, wetting myself with her fluids, tasting 
her.  I kept up that slow, steady, circular motion until she was 
rolling her sex at my face, moaning softly as if she were in pain.  I 
sped my movements now, matching each roll of her hips.  Her abdomen 
began to twitch, her hands clamped down on mine, and a moment later she 
was shivering in orgasm under me.  I kept up my attentions until she 
let out a sharp cry and pushed me away.
I crawled up beside her, taking her in my arms, feeling the tremors of 
climax still coursing through her body.  She came back to life a few 
moments later, descending toward my erection and taking it deeply into 
her mouth.  She gripped the base tightly and bobbed over me, swirling 
her tongue around and around the head.  I gripped her blonde hair in my 
hands, closing my eyes, concentrating on what she was doing.
I could stand it for only a few minutes, and I finally pulled her off.  
She lay on her back beside me, opening herself for my invasion.  I was 
inside her in a moment, and she rose off the bed, wrapping herself 
around me, pulling herself up to make fulcrum of her sex as she often 
did.  We rocked together, grinding against one another.  She bit at my 
shoulder, whimpering softly.  
She clung to me, pressing her firm little body against me.  Her hips 
rocked with my thrusts, and I struggled to hold myself off the bed with 
my arms.  Finally, I leaned back, kneeling and sitting on my feet, 
bringing her up into my lap.  She pulled my mouth to hers, kissing me 
deeply.  She began shudder as she hung suspended on my erection.  She 
bit my tongue involuntarily, and another orgasm shivered through her 
body.  
We thrashed around on the bed like that for a good ten minutes.  I held 
myself off, knowing that she had several weeks of denial to make up 
for, and only when she had come half a dozen times probably, and lay 
back exhausted on the bed, surrendering to me, did I allow myself to 
come inside her.  A few deliberate thrusts were all it took, and she 
held me on top of her, not letting me roll off for nearly a minute.
We lay quietly together afterward.  I played with her hair, inspecting 
the various shades of blonde from her neck to her ears.  She let out 
one of her contended little giggles and hugged me.
"How you doing?"
"Great."
"When are you supposed to be back?"
She glanced at the clock.
"Maybe an hour.  So we have plenty of time."
She sat up beside me and pulled her hair around behind her shoulders.
"Steve, I don't want to get you in trouble.  I know this is dangerous.  
But I can't help that I love you."
"I know."
"If there's anything we can do to keep seeing each other, will you 
promise me you'll do it?"
"I'll do my best.  That's all I can tell you.  I don't want to hurt you 
and Marianne.  That's all I really care about."
She smiled.
"Thanks."
We made love a second time, and she went home around seven.  Marianne 
came over about half an hour later, and we lay together on the couch in 
the den.
"Thanks.  That really helped."
"How is she?"  
"A lot happier than she's been since we came out.  When I left, she was 
lying on her bed with a big smile on her face.  A real post-you-know-
what glow."
"I'm glad she's happy.  But I don't know where we go from here."
Marianne hugged me.
"I had an idea.  It's . . . it's an extreme idea, but it's the only 
thing I can think of."
"What?"
"I'm thinking you may not want to know the details of this.  At least 
until I get a few things ironed out.  And maybe not even then."
"Uh-oh.  It's nothing illegal?"
"I don't think so."
"You don't *think* so?"
"It's more ugly than illegal."
I struggled with myself for a moment or two.
"But it might be illegal?"
"I'm not a lawyer.  I don't know."
"Marianne--"
She sat up next to me, looking hard into my eyes.
"Steve, do you trust me?"
Good God, what a question.
"Yes."
"Do you believe that I would never do anything to hurt you or Hayley?  
That I would never do anything that would put us in danger of being 
separated?"
"Yes, but--"
"Then let me do this.  It's the only way."
"Are people going to get hurt?"
"People will get hurt if we do nothing.  Hayley will be devastated if 
she has to stop seeing you.  And I don't want to boot her out of this 
just for our own convenience.  You do recognize that she's getting hurt 
because we came out of the closet for our own sakes, don't you?  She's 
worse off now that we're safe.  We're hurting her to benefit ourselves.  
We owe it to her to do what we can to help her."
I gritted my teeth.  She had a point.
She took my face in her hands.
"Steve, I'll ask you again.  Do you trust me?"
I sighed.
"Yes.  Do what you have to, I guess."
She kissed me.
"Thank you.  This won't be easy, but we'll be better off afterwards."
I didn't see either of them for a couple of days, during which I stewed 
over the situation and tried to fathom what on earth Marianne was up 
to.  It wasn't that I didn't trust her; I just wasn't sure she knew 
what she was doing.  No matter how many times I turned the problem over 
in my head, I could not see a solution.  How in God's name was she 
going to get her parents to consent to my sleeping with Hayley, if 
indeed that was what she was doing?  Maybe she wasn't trying to secure 
their consent, but just trying to get them to back off?  But she had 
talked about it like it was a permanent solution to the problem, as if 
we could go back to being one happy trio afterwards with no worries 
about the legalities of it.  None of it made sense.
Marianne and I went out for dinner on Friday night, and I could sense 
the tension in her as soon as she walked through the door.
"Anything you want to talk about?" I asked her once we were on our way 
to the restaurant.
"No.  I'm sorry, babe, but I think you have to wait until it's over."
"But it's happening?"
"Yes.  This weekend probably."
"Do I need to call my lawyer to make sure he's on call?"
She shook her head.
"No.  This won't involve you no matter what happens.  It will either 
work or it won't, but if it doesn't, it won't implicate you at all."
"What about you?"
"No.  I'm not the one doing this.  You'll see.  Please be patient."
We ate a slow, quiet dinner together and tried to avoid the issue 
hanging over our heads.  We returned to the house around ten o'clock 
and drifted toward the bedroom.  This had been a casual night out, and 
Marianne wore only jeans and one of her cropped spaghetti-strap T-
shirts.  I took her in my arms and kissed her, then picked her up and 
carried her to the bed.
She kept her arms around my neck and pulled me down on top of her.  We 
necked and fondled each other for a few minutes, losing most of our 
clothes in the process.  I began by kissing and nibbling most of her 
sensitive spots, licking around the underside of her breasts, running 
my tongue down to her navel, giving the kitten tat a quick kiss before 
descending between her thighs.  She was already quite wet when I got 
there, and I had to lick at her vigorously before I could generate much 
friction.  I brought her to two quick orgasms before she pushed me off.
When she had caught her breath, she slid down to take me in her mouth.  
She sucked on me slowly, licking and kissing the shaft and head.  She 
ran the tip of her tongue around the head a few times before taking 
most of it into her mouth, pushing it to the back of her throat until 
her gag reflex forced it out.  She did that a few times, then began 
bobbing rapidly over me.  She kept up this steady suction, and I 
stopped her after few minutes when I was getting close.
"Could I get you off like this?"
"You don't want to have sex?"
"It's just like I like doing it, and I haven't done it in a while.  We 
could make love later."
"Okay.  Go for it."
She went back to work, sucking rapidly on the head with her lips and 
tongue.  Under such eager attentions, I reached the brink rather 
quickly.  Marianne gave my balls a gentle squeeze when she felt me 
beginning to come, then pushed me to the back of her mouth to swallow 
up my cum as it spurted forth.  She continued sucking on me until my 
erection began to subside, then climbed up to lie beside me.
"Happy?" I managed.
She giggled, hugging me.
"Yep.  You?"
I nodded weakly, returning the hug.
We made love in earnest about half an hour later.  Afterward, Marianne 
lay beside me for a few minutes before sitting back and pushing her 
hair over her head.
"You need to go?"
"No.  I can spend the night.  It's not a problem."
"Your mother doesn't care?"
"It's more that she didn't really object when I told her I was going to 
do it."
"Have they noticed your belly ring yet?"
"Yes.  But under the circumstances, it's not their biggest concern."
"And what is?"
"That their little girl has finally discovered sex."
That gave me pause.
"You mean they think--"
She grinned, nodding.
"Mom did.  At first.  She was like, 'I wanted your first time to be 
something more special than this,' and I had to go, 'Um, Mom, Steve 
wasn't my first.'  She got kind of miffed about that."
"How much did you tell her?"
"Nothing.  She didn't want to know any more."
"She never figured out what you were doing before?"
"No.  Like I told you, they didn't pay that much attention to what I 
did, never mind what she said about having to beat the boys off with a 
stick.  That's is why she's being so hard on Hayley.  I think she wants 
to correct her 'mistakes' with me."
I pulled her back, and she crawled above me, letting her hair and big 
tits hang down in my face.  I kissed each nipple once and then pulled 
her mouth to mine.
"I wouldn't characterize you as a mistake."
She giggled, but I stifled it with a tongue.
We slept in, and I didn't really wake up until the phone rang at about 
nine-thirty.  I fumbled for it on the nightstand, knocking a few things 
over before getting a good grip on the handset.
"Hello?"
"Steve?  It's Tiffany."
"Oh.  Hi.  What's up?"
"Not much.  Marianne is there, right?"
"Yeah."
"Can I talk to her?"
"Hold on."
Marianne had awoken beside me, and sat up against the headboard.  She 
took the phone and listened, running her fingers through her hair as 
Tiffany told her something.  I could hear Tiffany's voice but not what 
she was saying, and whatever it was she had called about took several 
minutes to explain.  Marianne just nodded, and said "okay" a few times, 
and I slowly realized what this probably involved.
Marianne finally said, "Okay.  Let me know if anything else happens," 
and hung up.  She dropped the phone and stared blankly at the opposite 
wall until I nudged her.
"Kitten?"
She looked over at me slowly.
"It's done.  I may burn in Hell for this, but it's done."
* * *
Ch. 23 Codes: Mf, FF, Ff, teen
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
I was too stunned to say anything, and I lay there staring at her until 
she was ready to explain what had happened.
She rolled over toward me, taking my hand in hers.
"I need to tell you a story first, so you understand."
"Okay."
"This happened about five years ago, when I was thirteen and Hayley was 
ten.  Our parents have never really been happy together, at least not 
as long as I can remember.  I didn't really understand everything until 
recently, until I got some perspective by watching my friends' parents 
and seeing how different things were with them.  I don't think my folks 
have loved each other for a long time.  I know they're staying together 
for my sake and Hayley's.  But five years ago, they almost got 
divorced."
She paused, sighing and looking down at the bed.
"This isn't easy to talk about.  I'm sorry."
"It's all right.  Take your time."
"My folks were fighting a lot back then.  Every dinner seemed to end in 
an argument and with me and Hayley hiding in our room together.  I 
spent a lot of time holding Hayley while she cried and asked me what 
was going on.  I didn't know what to tell her.  I mean, I was only 
thirteen.  I had no idea why our folks were fighting so much.
"Very slowly, it dawned on me that my mother was accusing my dad of 
cheating on her.  He had been gone a lot, always working late.  I 
thought I understood it, but at the same time, I didn't.  I didn't know 
anything about sex beyond the basics then, and this book my Mom gave me 
about 'the facts of life,' you know, always talked about husbands and 
wives.  As if only married people had sex.  So I didn't know how my dad 
could be doing it with another woman.  I guess I thought that only 
happened on TV.
"Anyway.  One day, everything blew up.  My mom had gone to the grocery 
store and caught my dad screwing some sixteen-year-old checkout girl in 
his office.  Everyone was screaming at each other, and Hayley and I hid 
in our closet crying.  My dad left and moved into an apartment, but all 
my Mom would say was that he couldn't live with us right now.  She 
wouldn't tell me what had happened, even though she had to know that I 
had heard her yelling at him, you know 'I caught you fucking her' and 
all.  The neighbors probably heard her.  But she just acted like me and 
Hayley didn't know what was going on.
She sighed again and didn't say anything for nearly a minute.
"One afternoon, about a month after my Dad moved out, we got excused 
early from school because of a fire in the cafeteria.  It wasn't 
anything big, but they sent everyone home early just to be safe.  So 
Hayley and I get home at about two o'clock, when we usually got back 
around three-thirty.  And when we get back, there's this strange car in 
the driveway.  We go inside, and I can hear something going on in my 
parents bedroom."
"Oh, jeez."
"Yeah.  Right.  But wait.  See, I heard it first, but Hayley was right 
there with me.  I knew somehow, I was old enough by then to know what 
must be going on, you know, because I could hear my mother moaning and 
talking to someone.  But Hayley is just ten, and she thinks Mom is hurt 
or something.  So she goes running for the bedroom before I can stop 
her.  And we both burst in there together."
"Oh, my God.  And she was in bed with someone?"
"Yes.  But, you see, this is the thing."  She paused again, looking up 
from the bed.  "It wasn't another man.  It was a woman she worked 
with."
My jaw dropped.
"Oh, Jesus.  What happened?"
"All of us freaked out at once.  My mom and her friend flew apart and 
pulled the sheets over themselves.  Hayley starts crying.  She doesn't 
even know what is going on, but she starts crying anyway.  I grab her 
and pull her out, back to our room.  I'm probably the only one who is 
halfway stable, and I try to calm her down, but she's just going crazy, 
you know?  Wanting to know why Mom is naked with this other woman and 
why Dad is gone.  Mom comes in a few seconds later gone completely 
postal about why we're home so early and that we don't understand what 
was going on.  I don't even remember much of what happened after that.  
Just that we were all crying and yelling at each other."
"What happened?"
"When Mom finally calms down, she tries to tell us that we can't tell 
Dad about what we saw.  I think now she was worried about the custody 
issues if they got divorced, you know?  She tried to make us swear to 
keep it a secret.  But I wouldn't.  I told her I was going to tell Dad 
unless they got back together."
"And they did?"
"I don't know if it was because of what I said, but yeah.  They were in 
counseling for a while, and Hayley and I went along.  The counselor got 
us to talk about what had happened, and gradually I think we found a 
way to deal with it.  We just don't talk about those days now, and I 
think my folks are in this kind of armed truce.  I have a feeling that 
they're still cheating on each other, but they decided to stay together 
for the sake of me and Hayley."
"Your mother is a lesbian?"
She nodded.
"I don't know if I inherited that, or what.  I wonder about it 
sometimes.  Not that it really matters, I guess.  But, yeah, she is.  I 
pretty much know that for sure now."
As this story gradually sank in, I suddenly remembered how we had 
gotten to this point.
"Okay.  I'm glad you can share all this with me.  But what's the point 
here?"
She pursed her lips and took a deep breath.
"Steve, you know I love you."
"Yes."
"And I want you to know I did this because I love you.  Because I love 
you, and I love Hayley, and this was the only way I could think of to 
make it work."
I swallowed hard.
"Go on."
"At various times in the last year or so, I have noticed both my father 
and my mother giving Tiffany a certain amount of a certain type of 
attention."
Everything dawned on me in a flood.
"Oh, my God."
"And, since that night last month, Tiffany has gotten seriously into 
being my fuck toy.  Even if we haven't done anything since then.  Just 
little things she says and does around me.  When I was thinking about 
what to do, somehow this idea came to me.  I asked Tiffany if she would 
do it for me, and she said she would."
All I could do was lie there and listen to her, aghast.
"Wednesday afternoon, when Hayley and I were at cheerleading practice, 
Tiffany skipped out and came over here to my house.  She pretended she 
was dropping something off for me, but she stayed to talk to my Mom.  
She acted like she had been jonesing for her for a while, and my Mom 
bought it.  She did the same thing with my Dad last night at work.  
That was what she just called about."
"Why?" I gasped.
"Because Tiffany is only seventeen.  That means that my Mom and Dad are 
now just as guilty as you are.  They can't do anything about Hayley 
because they could get busted too."
"Did she *tell* them this?"
"No.  But she did joke around with them about it being statutory rape.  
Just so they get the point.  She said my Dad kind of freaked afterward, 
wanting to know if she was going to say anything to anyone.  She said 
she might tell me if he got weird about it."
I stared blankly across the room as the full scope of what Marianne had 
done unfolded in my head.  She reached out and hugged me.
"I did it for us.  It was the only way."
I rolled on my back and stared at the ceiling.
"I need to think about this."
She sat up, jaw vibrating softly.
"Are you mad?"
"I'm in shock.  I don't know what I am."
"But everything is okay now.  They can't stop Hayley from seeing you 
now."
"You would really do that?  Blackmail your own parents?"
"Only because they're trying to break us all up.  I'll only do it if 
they make me."
She threw herself across my chest, beginning to cry.
"Steve, please!  Don't be mad at me.  Think about how it was.  Hayley 
was going to cut out of this completely.  Now she can come back like it 
was before."
"I can't be a party to this."
"You aren't!  You don't have to do anything!  This is between me and 
Tiffany and my folks."
I closed my eyes and sighed, listening to Marianne sobbing against my 
shoulder.  I put my arms around her and held her.  She continued crying 
for several minutes.
"Kitten.  Listen."
She withdrew a little, eyes red, and looked up at me.  I brushed the 
tears from her cheeks and kissed her nose.
"I love you.  That has not changed.  But you need to give me some time 
to deal with this."
"Okay."
"You said yourself that this was an extreme solution.  You can't expect 
me to swallow all of this in one gulp."
She nodded weakly.
"I know.  Should I go?"
"That might be best.  Just for now."
She sat up, pushing her hair back over her head and wiping her nose.  
Then she looked back down at me sadly.
"Are we breaking up?"
That sent a stab through my gut, and I pulled her back down to me.
"No.  We are not breaking up.  I just need a little time to absorb all 
this."
"Okay.  I love you."
"I love you too, Kitten."
She got up and got dressed.  We gave each other a final hug, and she 
left.
I don't know how long I lay in bed staring at the ceiling.  If I had 
been walking a tightrope with Marianne and Hayley before, I was now on 
a knife-edge.  I just shook my head at what Marianne had done.  However 
much she tried to act like an adult around me, she was still only 
eighteen.  Only a teenager could have come up with a scheme like this 
and thought it would work.  What did she expect to have to do?  Tell 
her parents, "Let Hayley keep screwing Steve or I'll tell everyone you 
screwed my friend?"  She would be tossing a lit match into a barrel of 
gasoline.  *Anything* could happen.
I didn't see any of them for a few days while I tried to get my mind 
around this.  By the middle of the next week, I still didn't know what 
to do, but I began to feel as if the time for ruminating over this was 
coming to an end.  I realized that I needed to know more about this.  I 
wanted to talk to Marianne, but my emotions were still in too much 
turmoil.  She would probably start crying again, or want to go straight 
to bed, neither of which would go very far toward clearing my thought 
processes.  
So I called someone else.  It took some work to track down her number, 
but I found her Thursday afternoon.  After a brief conversation, she 
agreed to come over that night.
I was just finishing dinner when she showed up.  
"Hi."
"Thanks for coming over."
"I'm guessing this isn't another sex slave session you have in mind 
here."
"No.  I need to talk to you about a few things."
I showed Tiffany into the den, and she sat on the couch.  I took the 
spot at the far end.
"Marianne's folks, right?"
"Right.  I'm not passing judgment on any of what happened, okay?  I 
know you had your own reasons for going along with the idea.  I'm just 
trying to get a handle on it."
She nodded.
"Okay.  What do you want to know?"
"You don't have to go into a lot of detail, but I'd just like to know 
what happened."
She pulled her feet up under her butt and leaned against the back of 
the couch, facing me.
"Well, there's not much to tell.  Marianne called me last week telling 
me she needed to ask me a big favor.   I sort of flirted with her about 
it, you know, 'Are you asking me as your friend or ordering me as your 
slave?'  So she told me what she had in mind.  I thought it sounded 
pretty crazy, but I told her that if she wanted me to do it, I would.  
So, last week, I went by her house like I was coming over to see her.  
I spent some time talking to her mom and kind of flirting with her.  
She tried to play it cool at first, but once I touched her the first 
time, I was sort of pretending to arrange her hair like I was 
suggesting she change it somehow, she pretty much lost it.  And 
afterward, she got all guilty and upset, telling me I couldn't tell 
Marianne and that it could never happen again and that I had to 
understand that she had a 'special understanding' with her husband.  
All that kind of shit, you know?"
"But that clearly wasn't her first time?"
"Oh, no.  She really knew what she was doing.  I mean, the sex was 
great.  When it came to, you know, eating me, she was the best I've had 
by far.  No offense."
"None taken."
"It was only afterward that she got all weird about it."
"What about her father?"
She laughed.
"I told you how he grabbed my butt once, right?"
"Yes."
"He took a lot less work than she did.  I just went by the store where 
he works, flirted with him a little, then asked to see his office.  And 
he came on to me before I did anything else."
"How was it?"
"Shit.  I mean it.  Worse than the first guy I slept with, which I 
didn't think could possibly have been any worse.  It was over in less 
than a minute, you know?  I hardly had time to get wet enough to do it.  
I teased him about it afterward, and he completely freaked out, saying 
he never did stuff like this before and I couldn't tell anybody and 
all, especially Marianne.  I made fun of him, and turned into this 
little boy almost, getting all red and embarrassed.  I had a good laugh 
about it when I got home."
"And neither of them had a clue what you were really doing?"
"Not as far as I know.  Her dad, shit, I have no problem with fucking 
with him over this.  He's a toad.  But her Mom . . ."
She sighed.
"I do feel bad about her.  There was something weird going on in her 
head while we were doing it.  I don't know what it was, but it was 
something.  I would have a tough time getting her busted over what we 
did.  I do like her.  She can be pretty cool when she's not gone all 
mother-y."
"Huh."
"So what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know.  I need to think about this some more."
Tiffany went home, and I tried to digest what she had told me.  No 
solutions presented themselves that night.  But the next day at work, I 
decided that I could not let this situation fester any longer.  I had 
to shoulder my responsibility to unravel this mess.  And I could see 
only one way of doing it.
I knew, from having seen a little office notepad Marianne had had with 
her once, where her mother worked.  I got the number from information, 
and after gathering my courage for a few minutes, made the call.
"Elizabeth Mulcahey."
"Mrs. Mulcahey, this is Steve Chandler."
She didn't respond for a few seconds.
"What do you want?" she asked icily.
"I would like to have lunch with you this afternoon.  There are some 
things we need to say to each other."
"I have nothing to say to you."
"Well, I have a great deal I need to say to you.  And I think you will 
want to hear this once you see what it is."
"Which is what?"
"It's not something we can discuss over the phone."
"I am a busy woman, Mr. Chandler.  I do not have time to listen to 
whatever snow job you want to put over on me."
"This isn't a snow job.  There are just certain things I think you need 
to know about."
I could almost hear her fuming over the phone.
"All right.  I suppose I have no choice.  Do you know where I am?"
"Yes.  I've been over to that office park a few times."
"There is a little sandwich shop on the first floor of my building.  I 
will be there at noon."
"Fine."
She hung up.   
I got to the sandwich shop at eleven-fifty and ordered a turkey and 
swiss on rye.  I sat down in the corner of the patio to wait.  At a few 
minutes before twelve, I saw Elizabeth Mulcahey coming around the 
building from the main entrance.  She gave me a steely glare as she 
approached.  Again, there was that odd twinge of familiarity about her, 
though I was still unable to place it.
"Hello."
"Hello," I said.  "Why don't you get your lunch first?"
She nodded and went inside, returning a few minutes later with a salad 
and an iced tea.
"All right.  Say what you have to say."
I took a deep breath and began.
"What I'm about to tell you is not going to make you happy.  It will 
probably make you very, very unhappy, but I have been put into a 
situation where I see no other choice but to tell you.  The alternative 
is too precarious and ugly for me to be comfortable about allowing it 
to continue."
I had to look away from her for a moment.
"I know about you and Tiffany.  What happened between the two of you 
was part of a prearranged plan between her and Marianne."  I looked 
back at her now, seeing her face gone white.  "I did not find out about 
it until afterward.  Tiffany has also slept with your husband.  
Marianne thought this would provide her with something to hold over 
your heads."
Elizabeth turned away from me, closing her eyes tightly.  I watched her 
swallow hard and try to compose herself.  She took a ragged breath.
"Why?  She had you.  What else did she want?"
I couldn't answer her for a few seconds, and I had to force the words 
out of my mouth.
"Because she was afraid of what would happen if you found out about 
Hayley."
Her jaw dropped and her eyes bulged in their sockets.  She stared at me 
in horror, looking for anything that would deny the picture I had just 
put in her head.  I just looked back at her.
Then she slapped me, hard enough to make the other customers turn and 
stare at us.  She did it again, and I grabbed her hand.  She struggled 
with me, trying to pull free, and I let go of her after a second or 
two.  She fell back into her chair, pushing it away from the table as 
she gasped for breath.
"You . . . you . . . how could you?"
I had to tear my eyes away from her.
"It's not something I'm particularly proud of.  Marianne brought her 
into this, and she wants her to continue being a part of it.  When she 
told you about us, I thought it would be enough to ease Hayley out.  
But apparently neither of them want that.  I don't know whether it's 
just adolescent infatuation, but Hayley has convinced herself that she 
loves me, and Marianne does not want to force her out.  I know about 
your husband's history, and I know that may have something to do with 
this."
"And now you're going to blackmail me with what I did with that girl so 
you can continue doing this?"
"I'm not trying to blackmail you.  I'm trying to get you to see the 
situation that Marianne has created."
I looked back at her now, seeing her wiping tears out of her eyes.  She 
looked away from me, across the front lawn of the office park.
"Does she know you're here?"
"No.  She thought she could just set this up and then dump it on you if 
you ever found out about Hayley.  But I decided I could not let her try 
to blackmail her own parents."
She laughed bitterly.
"Oh, you're just a wellspring of morality and ethics, aren't you?"
Something about the sneer she shot at me, the precise angle to the 
curve of her lips, stabbed through my gut with a twinge of long-
forgotten adolescent angst.  I had seen that look before (On her? On 
someone else?), but it was just out of reach.  The memory was like a 
puff of smoke, too intangible to grasp.
"I don't pretend to be perfect.  I'm just trying to straighten this out 
with the fewest number of people getting hurt."
"And what do you want me to do?"
"Think about where we are.  If Hayley has a fit about this and tells 
someone, or you turn me in, what you and your husband did will probably 
come out too.  I don't think that the county Department of Child 
Services will look very kindly on this situation.  I don't think 
Marianne has thought this through, but *all* of us could get busted for 
this, including her.  She's eighteen now, and they might just charge 
her with aiding and abetting statutory rape.  So all of us get 
arrested, and Hayley gets taken out of your house and put in foster 
care.  That is not an improvement on this situation."
She swallowed hard.
"You are asking me . . . to allow--" and she shot these words at me 
like daggers "--my fifteen-year-old daughter . . . to continue sleeping 
with a man who is older than I am."
"I'm not asking you to do anything.  I just want you to appreciate the 
reality of it."
"So I do nothing, and you get to go on screwing my daughters."
"And you get to continue having a halfway-normal relationship with 
them, and you get to continue whatever arrangement it is you've worked 
out with your husband."
"Very nice for you."
I took a sip of my drink to clear my throat.
"I would like you to recognize something.  Before you showed up here, 
you knew about none of this.  I could have let it continue the way it 
had, sneaking around and pretending Hayley hardly knew me.  I could 
have tried some other method to end this thing with her and risk having 
Marianne dump what she had done on your heads.  Instead, I came here 
and confessed to having sex with your daughter.  Do you recognize how 
far out my neck is here?  What a risk I am taking with this 
conversation?  I am doing it because I care about Hayley and Marianne.  
I care about their emotional and mental health.  I could not allow 
Marianne to do something she would regret the rest of her life."
"You act as if she forced you into doing what you did with Hayley."
"No.  She didn't.  But no one forced you to sleep with Tiffany either."
She closed her eyes and shook her head.
"I know why Marianne picked her for this.  She couldn't have been blind 
to how I was acting around her.  But she doesn't know everything.  
Tiffany . . . when I was Marianne's age, long before I truly realized 
who I was, there was a girl I knew who was a lot like her.  I had an 
enormous crush on her for a long time.  It wasn't anything I understood 
until later.  She was straight, so there was no chance of anything 
happening even if I had understood what I was really feeling.  And when 
Marianne became friends with Tiffany, all this baggage from my 
childhood came welling back up, all the uncertainty and misery I had 
struggled with, all the unrequited emotions I had had for this girl.  
Everything I thought I had dealt with in the past few years.  I'm sure 
Marianne sensed some of this, since she knows enough about me.  So when 
Tiffany came on to me last week, it was a like a dam broke.  I don't 
think I could have stopped had there been a gun to my head."  
I nodded slowly.
"For what it's worth, I've talked to Tiffany about this.  It wasn't a 
callous seduction on her part.  She feels bad about it.  I think she 
does like you on some level."
"For what little that's worth now," she said angrily.
"I want to tell you something that I have never told Marianne.  I was 
never sure how she would react to it.  It was something similar to what 
you've just told me.  When I was in high school, there was a girl I 
knew, a beautiful blonde cheerleader like Marianne.  For whatever 
reason, I developed a crush on her like you did with that girl.  But I 
was a nobody, a random pothead who hung out with the other losers.  And 
instead of just ignoring me, she toyed with me for nearly a month, 
pretending to flirt with me and then embarrassing me.  The one time I 
got up enough courage to ask her out, she pretended to agree.  And when 
I showed up that night, she had gotten the football team to lie in wait 
for me.  They beat the crap out of me and then threw me in a dumpster 
behind the local grocery store, full of rotting garbage.  I had to limp 
all the way home smelling like an open grave."
For some reason Elizabeth's face had gone completely white, and she 
stared at me as if she had seen a ghost.  But I went on with my story.
"And when I met Marianne, that whole awful experience came back to me.  
Except that she's nothing like that girl beyond the way she looks.  I 
won't pretend that the age difference isn't some level of turn-on for 
me.  But that is why.  Because girls like Marianne treated me like shit 
when I was her age."
The shock on Elizabeth's face finally penetrated my retrospection.  She 
gasped for breath as she stared at me.
"What's wrong?"
"Where did you go to high school?"
That was it, the one little trigger I needed.  Something snapped in my 
head, and everything rushed back into me in a flood.  I suddenly 
realized why she seemed so damned familiar.
The two us stared at each other as if we had never met.  Except, of 
course, we had.
"My maiden name was Dunbar," she said slowly.  "And you used to have 
long hair, didn't you?"
"Jesus fucking Christ."
"That was me.  The cheerleader who got you beaten up."
"Yes."
"My God.  I am so sorry.  I felt so bad about that afterwards.  I never 
meant for them to take it that far."
I struggled against my shock, and Elizabeth looked away from me, still 
shaking her head in amazement.  After a few moments, I finally regained 
enough composure to make some sense of this incredible coincidence.
"You know, I sometimes think that human beings aren't half as rational 
and intelligent as we think we are.  That we're really nothing more 
than disorganized bundles of experiences and neuroses, just waiting for 
other people to come along and push our buttons.  People like Marianne 
and Tiffany.  I know this relationship is distasteful for you.  But I 
do love your daughter.  I would never do anything to hurt her, or 
Hayley.  I am sincerely here to resolve this dilemma without their 
getting hurt."
She nodded slowly, sighing.
"So what do we do?"
"Nothing.  We go on the way we have been.  Hopefully this thing of 
Hayley's, whatever it is, will run its course in a few months.  She's 
too young to know what she's really feeling.  You can go on with 
whatever you've been doing.  If you were to call Tiffany and want to 
see her again, I really think she would be receptive.  She said some 
very nice things about you.  And your husband can continue doing 
whatever it is he's been doing."
She laughed softly.
"Screwing the checkout girls."  She shook her head.  "How much did 
Marianne tell you about us?"
"Just that you nearly got divorced five years ago because you caught 
him with one of his employees.  And that she caught you with a friend 
of yours."
She nodded.
"That period was when I finally realized who I was.  But I realized 
also that I did not want to get divorced, for Marianne and Hayley's 
sake.  We agreed that we would simply live together as roommates and 
conduct our own business, as long as we did it discreetly.  I think now 
that I underestimated the effect it would have on the girls.  I think 
we could have handled this better, not set that sort of example for 
them.  I shouldn't have pretended they wouldn't notice.  But that's 
water under the bridge."
She looked away from me again, staring off into the sky.
"I know Marianne cares about you very much.  That is what has made this 
so hard.  That I was losing her because of the mistakes I had made."
She exhaled slowly. 
"I'll go along with this.  For their sakes.  But if you ever, *ever,* 
hurt either one of them, no force on Earth will prevent me from making 
you pay for it.  No matter what they do to me."
"I know that.  That's why I'm here."
"Don't worry about my husband.  He pays no attention to what we do 
unless something forces the issue.  I think he's already decided that 
he's going to ignore what Marianne does.  Because it only makes him 
feel guilty about these girls he exploits at work."
She turned back toward me and leaned forward over the table.
"I want to say one last thing.  If you were somewhat younger, maybe 
twenty-five or so, I would have no objection to this relationship.  
I've always thought Marianne needed someone older and more responsible 
than she is, to give her the sort of support and guidance she's never 
gotten from her father.  I just wish you were younger.  I just wish she 
didn't feel like she had to go looking for a surrogate father.  But I 
guess you can't have everything you want."
"I don't know that that's the sort of relationship we have."
"It's how it looks to me.  But that's neither here nor there at this 
point.  She's an adult now.  I can't really stop her from seeing you."
She stood up.
"I need to get back to work.  I'll speak to Marianne and Hayley this 
afternoon."
"Thank you.  I mean that."  
She nodded once, and then she was gone.
* * *
Ch. 24 Codes: Mff, semi-inc, exhib, public sex, teen, rom
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
I wasn't sure what to expect when I got home that night, but Marianne's 
Bug was parked in my driveway.  When I entered the garage and shut off 
the engine, I could hear the stereo in the den playing at high volume, 
blasting out my old copy of "Dressed to Kill."  Gene Simmons and the 
crew were chanting,
       I want to rock and roll all nite
       and party every day!
       I want to rock and roll all nite  
       and party every day!
I came into the house, and there I found Marianne and Hayley dancing 
around together in the den.  They danced up to me, arms in the air and 
bodies jerking with the music, and hugged me.  Marianne gave me a big 
kiss, and Hayley did likewise.
"I love you," Marianne said over the stereo.
"Me too," her sister said immediately.
"You're not mad?"
"No," Marianne said.  "I love you more than ever.  Because you took 
such a risk for us.  I know now that idea was insane.  I could never 
have had my parents thrown in jail.  My mom and I talked about going 
back into therapy, to deal with all these issues we've been ignoring.  
But she also said she thinks she finally understands what I see in you.  
That she thinks she can trust you not to hurt us."
"I hope so."
I held them both and began dancing with them.  They giggled and 
squirmed in my arms, pressing themselves against me.  I kissed one, 
then the other, groping at random breasts and buttocks.  When I tried 
to shove a hand up Hayley's baby tee, she pulled it over her head.  Her 
bra hit the floor a moment later.
Marianne pushed me back toward the couch, and I sat down with a girl 
straddling each leg.  Marianne was topless in a few seconds, and I 
contented myself with kissing them and playing with their big tits for 
a little while.  Hayley, if I was not mistaken, had grown a bit since I 
had first met her.  She was still as firm as she had been, but I 
suspected she would be moving up to D-cup bras fairly soon at this 
rate.
Marianne withdrew a little while I was in the middle of tweaking two 
pairs of nipples.
"I feel like something different."
"Like what, Kitten?"
"Something we haven't done before."
Hayley giggled.
"We've done a lot."
"I know.  So I'm trying to think of something new."
"Whatever happened with your English teacher?" I asked Hayley.
She giggled again.
"I don't know if she ever figured out what it was, but we left a big 
stain on the wood.  I saw her rubbing her desk with a paper towel and 
sniffing the stain that Monday morning.  I had to run away to keep from 
laughing at her."
"Oh, God.  The poor woman."
I could see from the look in Marianne's eye that she had come up with 
an idea.
"What would you think of going down to the beach?"
"And doing it there?"
"Yeah.  In the dunes.  There's a lot of places that would work.  I used 
to go there with the boyfriend I had before Randy."
"That would be cool," Hayley said.
"You two would have to get dressed."
Marianne grinned.
"No, see, what I was thinking was that we could go down there nude."
Hayley's eyebrows shot up.
"What?"
"I can't drive my car around naked," I said.
"No.  You wouldn't.  Just me and Hayley will go nude.  If we go in the 
Jeep, the back windows are tinted enough to hide us.  You could drive 
us off the lot into the sand, then we could jump out when it was 
clear."
Hayley giggled nervously.  
"What if someone saw us or something?"
"That's the point.  The risk, you know?  Come on."
She poked Hayley in the stomach.
"Don't be a wuss.  You were cheerleading commando right after you 
fucked Steve that night."
That was enough peer pressure to convince her.  They both stripped out 
of their clothes while I searched for a beach blanket.  Then, giggling 
nervously, they ran naked into the garage and jumped into the back seat 
of my Grand Cherokee.  I climbed into the driver's seat, sparing a 
brief glance at the nude, nubile flesh behind me before starting the 
engine.
Luckily, Daylight Savings Time had ended a few weeks earlier, so by the 
time I got to the beach, it was already quite dark.  Hayley and 
Marianne had been giggling and looking around at the other traffic 
during the entire trip.
I drove to the end of the public parking lot, seeing no one around (but 
then, it was 8 o'clock on a weeknight), then drove the Jeep over the 
curb into the sand.  This was only about the fourth time I had used the 
4WD since buying the thing two years before, but the Jeep handled it 
well enough.  I took us about a hundred yards down the beach and parked 
between a couple of high dunes.  There were houses up on the cliffs 
above us, but they were a good two hundred yards away, and with a new 
moon out, it was far too dark to see anything down here.
When I shut off the engine and the headlights, Marianne opened the door 
nearest the ocean.  She looked around, then hopped out onto the sand.  
She stretched her arms above her and did a pirouette.
"Woo!"
Hayley hesitated for a few seconds before joining her.  Marianne took 
her arms and tried to get her to dance in a circle.  Instead, she 
squealed in nervous excitement and ran over to me, pressing herself 
against me.
Marianne walked up to us, blithely unconcerned about her nudity.  In 
the darkness, her blonde hair was almost silver, and she looked like a 
sylph descended from the sky.
She pulled Hayley away from me.
"Come on.  Relax.  There's no one to see you."
I scanned the cliffside above us, seeing nothing.  Marianne let out a 
whoop and ran down the beach toward the water.  I watched her naked 
form cavorting at the edge of the surf.  Hayley remained next to me, 
though she appeared to be growing used to the situation.
I stripped out of my clothes, then took her hand.  She followed me down 
toward the ocean, and Marianne ran up to us.  
"This is so cool!  I feel so free."
She took Hayley's hand again, and this time Hayley went with her, 
laughing excitedly, as she ran around on the beach.  I watched them as 
they played together, all long legs and tight buttocks, full breasts 
bouncing around, silver hair fluttering in the wind.  The two people I 
cared about most in the world--and they had come from the person I had 
once despised more than anything on Earth.  I would probably never tell 
them about my history with their mother.  It would serve no point now.  
Ancient history, water under the bridge, whatever you wanted to call 
it.  It would do nothing but confuse them.
I realized I had an erection long after it must have happened.  They 
bounced back toward me, and Marianne laughed.
"Is that for us?"
"If you're looking for one."
Hayley glanced nervously around.
"We can't do it all the way out here."
"I know," her sister said, "we'll go back to the car."
Marianne took my hand and pulled us both back toward the Jeep.  She got 
the beach blanket out of the car and we spread it out in a hollow 
between a pair of dunes.
I lay on my back and they lay across me, kissing me and pushing their 
breasts in my face.  I sucked on four nipples alternately for a few 
minutes before Marianne descended to take my erection in her mouth.  
Hayley tried to join her, but I instead guided her above me, getting 
her to squat over my head.  I extended my tongue and began to eat her 
as Marianne sucked on me.
The night was cool, though not uncomfortably so, and the contrast 
between the night air and Marianne's hot mouth was almost painful.  I 
had to concentrate entirely on licking up at Hayley to keep from coming 
immediately.  Hayley rode my tongue slowly, rocking her hips back and 
forth.  I took her firm cheerleading butt in my hands, caressing her 
and holding her close to me. 
Marianne withdrew, and I felt her straddling me.  A moment later, I was 
sinking into her tight wetness.  Hayley reversed herself to lean 
against her sister, and we were soon all pleasuring each other.  I 
sucked Hayley's clit and lips into my mouth, rolling her clit around 
with my tongue.  Marianne rode me steadily, grinding herself against 
the base of my cock, keeping me deeply within her.  Hayley and Marianne 
leaned against each other's shoulders, gently caressing each other's 
breasts.
Hayley came first, well before Marianne or me.  She shuddered over my 
mouth, letting out a soft cry as her thighs battered my ears.  I kept 
up my attentions, and she came again about a minute later, throwing 
herself to the side.  Marianne dropped all the way down onto me once 
the way was clear.  I put my arms around her, kissing her deeply.  
We rolled over next to Hayley, who lay there quietly watching us.  
Marianne pulled her legs up to my sides, and I pushed the last bit of 
myself into her.  She bit at my ear, whispering obscenities that I 
hoped Hayley couldn't hear.  She urged me on, moaning at me, and 
suddenly spiked up off the blanket at me, digging her nails in to my 
butt.  She squealed once, quickly, before the sound was lost in the 
night breeze.  Her climactic thrashings were enough to finish me off, 
and I joined her a moment or two later, heaving my cum into her.
I rolled off Marianne to lie between them when I had recovered.  They 
snuggled against me, seeking the shared warmth of our bodies.  My cock, 
damp with cum and Marianne's fluids, soon grew cold and limp in the sea 
air.  I sat up, looking around us, but seeing nothing.  The noise of 
the surf had been more than enough to mask the sounds of our 
lovemaking, but I wasn't going to take any chances.
"This is pretty neat," Hayley said.
"What did I tell you?" Marianne said.  "Never doubt an older sister.  
We know about stuff like this."
Hayley smirked at her, and I lay back down between them.  We soon fell 
into another joint grope.  Marianne slid down my chest and went to work 
on restoring my erection.  Hayley stayed up top, and we kissed and 
fondled each other for a few minutes.  I pulled her beautiful breasts 
up to my mouth and suckled both until her nipples were hard and tight.
Marianne pulled back and got her sister's attention.
"Your turn."
Hayley giggled, straddling me, and I slipped into her, moving from the 
cool night air into the damp furnace inside her.  She pulled her legs 
up, letting me bottom out as Marianne lay down beside us.  She laid her 
head on my arm and caressed my chest as Hayley rode my cock.
Only a minute into it, she rolled to one side and pulled me on top of 
her.  I positioned myself between her thighs and began making love to 
her in earnest.  Marianne lay still, watching us and smiling at me.  
Hayley wrapped her legs around my butt, pulling me in further.  Both of 
us were growing tired, and we took our time with it, moving slowly and 
letting the sensations build.  Her release, when it came, was deep and 
quiet, a tense shudder underneath me.  She bit lightly at my shoulder 
and let out a soft whimper.  I loosened the brakes and sped my thrusts.  
Marianne suddenly sat up and reached behind me, finding my balls.  She 
began playing with them gently, but the effect was dramatic.  My legs 
thrashed uncontrollably, and I drove roughly into her sister.  Hayley 
cried out, holding me tightly.  I groaned, and as Hayley shook in 
orgasm under me, I spurted off violently into her loins.  Marianne 
giggled at what she had done and lay back down beside us.
I took them home around ten.  Hayley got dressed and went back to her 
house, and Marianne and I went to bed.  We lay down together, holding 
each other.
"What exactly did your mother tell you?"
"She sat us both down in the family room and told us how she had talked 
with you and that she knew what was going on.  I almost had a heart 
attack.  I thought she was about to tell us that she had you arrested 
or something, except that she wasn't acting mad or upset."
"How did she seem?"
"Sad.  Tired.  I don't know.  That actually scared me more, because I 
had no idea what could have happened.  I mean, I hadn't talked to you 
in almost a week, and I was getting really worried.  Really, really 
worried.  Then my mom just says, 'I know what you did.'  I almost 
died."
"I'm sorry.  I needed some time to work through all this."
She hugged me.
"I know.  I wasn't mad at you.  I was mad at myself for being so dumb.  
I thought I had lost you because of it."
I returned the hug, stroking her head.
"So what did she say?"
"She told us how you guys had talked and how you had decided just to 
let things be for now.  I was scared to death because she obviously 
knew what I had done to her with Tiffany.  I felt so bad about it that 
I started crying.  But Mom told me she just didn't want to talk about 
it, that what was done was done, you know.  She told me how she had 
done some stupid things in the past because she was in love with 
someone."
"What about your dad?"
"He doesn't know.  Mom said we would just leave him out of it.  So I 
guess we will."
"You don't think he'll notice?"
"No.  God . . . Steve, this will sound so awful, but I'm closer to you 
than I've ever been to him.  He just, it seems like he tries to avoid 
us, me and Hayley.  There's always been like some sort of wall between 
us.  He'll get mad at us when we do something wrong, but he's never 
been very affectionate or friendly."
"I'm sorry."
She nuzzled my neck.
"It's okay.  I have you.  That's all that matters."
* * *
Ch. 25 Codes: Mff, ff, oral, anal, semi-inc, teen, rom
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
Marianne and I went out on our usual Friday evening date that weekend, 
though Hayley came along with us.  Far from being jealous of Hayley's 
increasingly frequent presence, as I had once feared, Marianne seemed 
to be adjusting quite well to having her around.  Granted, the usual 
sisterly teasing and jibes were always there, but it was never anything 
that struck at the heart of our relationship, whatever it was.  As long 
as Marianne had her share of private time with me (something I was 
careful about), she didn't seem to mind much at all about bringing 
Hayley along.
We went to dinner down by the beach and then walked through the 
neighborhood outside the University.  We window-shopped for about half 
an hour, drifting randomly around, before passing the tattoo parlor.  
Hayley slowed down and lingered in front of the window.
"Steve?"
"Hmm?"
"Could I--" she glanced at Marianne "--could I get a belly ring?"
Marianne laughed out loud.  
"Go for it," she said.  "I don't care."
Hayley smiled nervously at her, then looked back to me.
"Can I?"
"I guess so.  Sure."
"It's going to hurt worse than that tattoo," Marianne said.  "It's not 
like getting your ears pierced."
Hayley fidgeted for a few seconds.
"I wanna do it."
"Okay," I said, "let's go."
We went inside, and while Hayley lay on her back awaiting her 
operation, Marianne and I leaned against the counter and watched.
"Do you like that clit stud Tiffany has?"
I gave her a wary look.
"Not on you."
She grinned.
"You don't think it would look good?"
"I'd have to think about it."
She giggled.
"I'm kidding.  There's no way I'm letting anyone shove needle through 
my clit.  But I was maybe thinking of getting a tongue stud like 
Ashley's."
She licked her lips.
"You know what those are good for, right?  I'd think you'd enjoy that 
one, at least."
A frisson of anticipation ran down my spine, and my teeth went on edge.
"Yeah."
She giggled and nuzzled my shoulder.  A few minutes later, Hayley 
reappeared with her belly ring.
"It didn't hurt that much.  What do you think?"
She held up her baby tee so we could get a good look at it.  She had 
gotten a little gold ring just like Marianne's.
"I like it."
"It looks good on you, short stuff."
"Thanks."
I paid the bill, and we resumed our window shopping.  Hayley kept 
checking out her navel about every five seconds until Marianne laughed 
at her for doing it.
Not far down the street was a trendy sex toy/video store that seemed to 
cater to the same crowd I had seen hanging around the tattoo parlor.  
Both Marianne and Hayley laughed and leaned against the window to look 
inside.
"Can we go in there?" Hayley asked.
I glanced toward the door, where I saw the expected "No One Under 18 
Admitted" sign.
"You may have to stay out here, Little Kit."
She pouted, but she didn't argue.  Marianne took my hand and led me 
into the store.  We spent a few minutes browsing the adult videos and 
bondage gear before Marianne suddenly shrieked in excited 
embarrassment.  She ran down the aisle and grabbed something off the 
shelf.  As I approached, I saw what she had found: a strap-on dildo.
"Have you ever used one of these?"
I laughed.
"Me?  I don't exactly need one, I think."
"No, I mean like with another girl."
"No."
"Can we get it?"
"Seriously?"
"Yeah."
"What for?"
"I don't know, like to use with Tiffany or Ashley."
"You want to use it?"
Her excitement dropped a notch or two.
"Does that weird you out or something?"
"Not really.  It's just a surprise."
"Oh.  So can we?"
"I guess so."
She took my hand and led me to the counter.  The salesman was jaded 
enough not to give either of us a second glance as he bagged it up.  We 
found Hayley waiting dejectedly on a bench outside, but she jumped up 
as we came out of the store.
"What did you get?"
Marianne opened the bag to let her see.  Hayley's forehead creased in 
confusion.
"What . . . what is it?"
Marianne giggled and leaned in to whisper something to her.  Hayley's 
eyes swelled after a few seconds, and she looked at Marianne in 
amazement.
"No way."
"Way."
Hayley looked back in the bag, then back up at the two of us.
"Wow.  Jeez."
She remained in a state of dazed shock for several minutes as we walked 
back to the car.  Marianne had opened the box to examine the thing on 
the drive home when Hayley suddenly spoke up.
"Are we going to use that tonight?"
Marianne looked up in surprise, glancing at me, then at her sister.
"Uh . . . I don't know.  Do you want to?"
"What did you get it for, then?"
"For like, with the other girls."
"But not me?"
Marianne glanced at me again.
"Why?  Do you want to try it out?"
"Could we?"
Marianne shrugged.
"I guess so.  Why not?"
My head spun momentarily--but no, that's not really it, I thought a 
split-second later.  They wouldn't really be having sex.  It wouldn't 
be much different than playing with each other's tits when we all made 
love together.  Less than that, right?  They wouldn't even really be 
touching each other.  Not much, anyway.
The girls seemed intrigued by this idea, so I kept my thoughts to 
myself.  We drove the rest of the way in silence.
Once we were inside, Hayley and Marianne went straight upstairs.  They 
sat on my bed, and examined the dildo together.  Hayley turned it over 
in her hands while Marianne read the little instruction book that came 
with it.  The dildo was one of those thick, veined, silicone rubber 
pseudo-penises, not just a hard rod of plastic.  I saw Hayley wrinkle 
her nose and sniff the thing briefly as I hung up my sport jacket.
"How does it work?" Hayley asked.
Marianne showed her something in the manual.
"I think it's kind of like a jockstrap."
"Huh."
"What have you got in mind here?" I asked.
Marianne giggled, then took the dildo from Hayley and hopped off the 
bed.
"I'm going to go put it on.  You guys get undressed."
Hayley and I helped each other out of the remainder of our clothes, 
then lay down on the bed.  She lay on her back, propping herself up on 
her elbows and looking nervously toward the bathroom where Marianne was 
getting ready.
Hoping to calm her down, I rolled next to her and took her in my arms.  
She kissed me as I played with her breasts, squeezing them and pushing 
them around on her chest.  I bent to suck on her left nipple, and slid 
a hand down between her thighs.  I ran my finger through her neatly 
trimmed blonde pubes before finding her clit.  I gave it a tweak, and 
she convulsed under me, biting my tongue lightly.
I continued playing with her after I heard the bathroom door open.  
Marianne tickled my feet, and I looked up.
It did indeed look like she had on a jockstrap, albeit one with a 
seven-inch rubber penis sticking out of it.  Hayley's eyes bulged, but 
she said nothing.
"Roll over," Marianne said.  "Get on your hands and knees."
Hayley complied, and Marianne climbed on the bed behind her.  I sat up 
to watch as Marianne reached between Hayley's legs, feeling her way 
forward.  I noticed that she had rubbed the massage oil all over the 
dildo, and she now eased the oily rubber penis into her sister.
Hayley moaned, inhaling sharply as Marianne sank into her.
"How does that feel?"
Hayley only whimpered, putting her head down on the pillow.  I reached 
out to caress her face as Marianne began to fuck her slowly.  Hayley 
moved with her, rocking back and forth, and after a ten or twenty 
seconds of it, reached between her legs to play with herself.  She 
braced herself against the headboard as Marianne began thrusting 
harder.
"Get in front of her," Marianne said suddenly.  "Get her to suck you 
while I fuck her."
Hayley moved back a little to let me in, and I slid over.  She grabbed 
my cock with her free hand and immediately swallowed it up.  She bobbed 
as eagerly as she could go, and I could feel the force of Marianne's 
thrusts through Hayley's mouth.
"Is this doing anything for you?" I gasped.
Marianne grinned.
"Well, physically, not really.  But it's still hot."
Hayley moaned around my erection, pushing back harder at her sister.  
Marianne resumed her thrusts, and Hayley sucked harder on me.  She 
began to whimper, bouncing back and forth between us, impaling herself 
from two directions, on my dick and Marianne.  Marianne responded by 
fucking her faster, and I could see Hayley's hand going like crazy 
between her legs.  A few seconds later, she let out a squeak, bit down 
lightly on my dick, and shuddered in orgasm.  Marianne continued 
fucking her, and Hayley suddenly reared up, embracing me and kissing me 
as her sister did her from behind.  I reached under her, finding her 
wet twat split open by the dildo, and began masturbating her myself.  
Marianne's rapid thrusts caused Hayley to press closely against me, and 
I felt her beginning to shiver with another orgasm.  She squealed into 
my ear when it peaked, and then threw herself to the side, falling off 
of the dildo.  She held my arm tightly, shaking in the aftermath.
Marianne crawled forward and kissed me.  I reached between her legs, 
past the dildo, and found her dripping pussy.  She purred as I stroked 
her.
"That was pretty cool."
"What do you want to do now?"
She reached over and stroked Hayley's arm.
"You want to try it?"
"On you?"
She laughed.
"Who else?  Yeah."
"Okay."
Marianne took the thing off and helped Hayley into it.  Then she ran 
back to the bathroom, returning with the massage oil.
"I want you two to fuck me at the same time.  I'll get on top of Steve, 
and you do me from behind."
"You mean, like, in your butt?"
"Right."
She oiled up the dildo again, ignoring Hayley's look of nervous 
apprehension, then oiled herself.  I had remained on my back, and 
Marianne crawled over me.  She lay down on top, kissing me and writhing 
against me.  I felt her reaching between us, and a moment later I was 
sliding into her wetness.
She pulled up her knees, opening herself to Hayley, who crawled around 
behind her.
"Are you ready for this?" she asked me.
"Are you?"
"I'm going to try.  I've always fantasized about doing it like this.  
Since I'm not going to do it with another guy now, this is the next 
best thing."
I felt Hayley closing with us, then Marianne tensing up.
"Gently, okay?  I'm really tight back there now."
I couldn't see much from my angle, but I felt it when Hayley thrust 
slowly into Marianne's butt, because Marianne shuddered and dug her 
nails into my arm.  Then I felt the dildo moving against my cock, 
separated by a thin layer of tissue inside her.  The sensation sent 
chills down my spine.
Marianne whimpered softly, but pushed back against both of us.
"What do I do?" Hayley asked.
"Fuck me.  Gently, but fuck me."
Hayley began to thrust slowly in and out of her sister's ass.  I 
couldn't move much at all in my position, because Marianne held me 
tightly in her arms and between her knees.  I didn't want to hurt her, 
so I lay still.  And the stimulation I was getting from Hayley made my 
participation unnecessary.
Marianne writhed slowly between us, moaning, gripping my arms, biting 
at my shoulder, kissing me weakly, digging herself against my cock.  
Hayley kept up a slow, steady thrusting, and I was soon getting more 
and more heated up.  I was unable to stop myself from thrusting up at 
Marianne slowly, and she pushed back at me, rolling her hips.  She 
whimpered again, and moved more purposefully.
The novelty of this encounter soon dulled my perception of it, and I 
lost myself in the sensations.  Hayley sped her thrusts, and Marianne 
began rocking rapidly back and forth.  Her hands her claws on my 
shoulders, and her face was twisted into an agonized grimace as if she 
were being tortured.  Her movements sped up, and soon she was thrashing 
between us.  She let out a shriek, digging her nails into my arms so 
hard it hurt.  A titanic wave of climax seemed to be washing over her, 
and she finally threw herself violently forward across my chest.  
Hayley stayed inside her, staying where she was.  She grinned down at 
me.
"This is actually pretty cool.  I think I can kind of see what it's 
like to be a guy now."
Marianne whimpered softly against my neck, hugging me.  Hayley 
withdrew, going into the bathroom to clean up.  I stroked Marianne's 
back affectionately.
"You okay?"
"Sore," she managed, "but happy."
"Good."
"Did you come?"
"No."
She rolled slowly on her back, pulling me on top of her.
"Come now.  Use me."  She giggled.  "Just fuck me.  I'm too tired to 
come again anyway."
Taking the hint, I began thrusting into her.  I had been hard for so 
long without release that my erection ached, and the sweet friction of 
her wet pussy swept over me, consuming me in pleasure.  My cum was 
rapidly boiling in my groin, spinning, surging, then finally spurting 
helplessly into her.  She held me close, lying still under me.  I fell 
onto her body with a gasp.
"I love you," she whispered, "I love you."
"Mmm.  You too."
Then the phone rang.  I had no intention of answering it until I leaned 
over and glanced at the Caller ID.  
"Who is it?"
"Your mom.  I better get it."
I reached for the handset just as Hayley came out of the bathroom, 
naked, holding the strap-on dildo.  I had to close my eyes and compose 
myself before speaking to their mother.
"Hello?"
"Steve, it's Elizabeth.  The girls are there, aren't they?"
"Yes.  Do you want to talk to them?"
"Let me speak to Marianne."
I gave her the phone, and she listened for a few moments.  The color 
slowly drained out of her face.  
"Okay.  We'll be right over."
She hung up and gulped, staring at me in distress.
"My dad just got arrested.  They caught him with some girl at the 
supermarket."
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Ch. 26 Codes: Mf, teen, oral
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
The girls got dressed rapidly and then went home.  I briefly considered 
going with them before deciding against it.  Having nothing better to 
do, I sat in the living room watching a movie in case they needed me 
for something.
I was about to go to bed at one-thirty when the phone rang again.  
"Hello?"
"Steve?"  It was Marianne.  "I didn't wake you up, did I?"
"No, I was waiting up.  What's going on?"
She sighed weakly into the phone.
"My dad is still in jail.  He won't have his bail hearing until 
tomorrow morning, and my mom is making noises about not bailing him 
out."
"What happened?"
"It was the dumbest piece of luck.  He was screwing this checkout girl 
in his office, she's sixteen or something, and one of the new checkers 
walked in on him.  I guess most of the employees know enough about him 
not to barge in on him, but she didn't.  Apparently she let out a 
scream when she caught them, and as it happened, this is the really 
dumb thing, there were two cops in the store at the time.  I guess they 
were stocking up on doughnuts or something.  But they were right 
nearby, so they went to check out what was going on."
"And they arrested him?"
"Yeah.  And, according to the D.A. we talked to, because he's so much 
older than her, he could be getting like ten years in jail.  The girl 
is claiming he pressured her into it, which I can believe, so they may 
decide to get tough with him."
"I'm sorry."
She sniffed, and I could hear her starting to cry.
"I mean, I hate him for doing this all the time, and how he never pays 
attention me and Hayley, but he's still my dad, you know?  How can my 
dad be in jail?"  She sobbed and gasped for breath.  "What am I going 
tell people?"  
I cringed, listening to her sobbing into the phone.
"What can I do?  Just ask."
She bawled and gasped for another few seconds before she could answer 
me.
"Can I come over?"
"Absolutely.  Come."
She hung up the phone without saying anything else, and she came though 
the door less than a minute later.  She ran right into my arms and 
resumed crying.  I held her, rocking her back and forth for a minute or 
two before picking her up and carrying her upstairs.  We lay down on 
the bed and she hugged me tightly.
Her tears dried up after about ten minutes.
"How is Hayley?"
She sniffed.
"Hysterical.  She and Mom were lying down together when I called."
"Your mom doesn't want to bail him out?"
She took a deep breath and sat up.
"I don't know.  She was saying things like 'I can't take this anymore,' 
and 'I've had it with him.'  I think . . . I think she might just 
divorce him this time."
"I'm sorry."
She took another breath and exhaled.
"I understand how she feels.  I almost . . . I don't know if I can face 
him again after this."
"You didn't get to see him?"
"Mom did.  Hayley and I couldn't."
I wanted to ask her the question I could not ask her, which was why she 
was so upset with her father when he was doing nothing more than what I 
was.  Maybe she held her father to a higher standard; maybe she didn't 
like seeing the situation from another perspective.  Maybe she just 
didn't like the idea of her father having sex, or maybe it was just the 
cheating issue she cared about.  Whatever it was, I had no choice but 
to keep my mouth shut.
Marianne spent the night, curled up tightly beside me.  Elizabeth 
called us the next morning, and explained how she had decided that 
Charles Mulcahey was not setting foot in her house again.  Charles got 
himself bailed out, but by then Elizabeth had packed his bags and put 
them out on the curb.  They had a screaming fit with each other that 
afternoon, after which Charles went to a motel.
In the days that followed, I saw more of Marianne and less of Hayley.  
Hayley appeared too shocked by this event to think much of me, which 
didn't surprise me.  Marianne, on the other hand, needed me more than 
ever, and I provided what moral support I could.
Elizabeth filed for divorce a week after her husband's arrest.
With this cloud hanging over all our heads, we tried to keep a low 
profile.  The other girls on the squad stayed away, and the only one I 
ever saw was Marianne.  Thanksgiving approached with her father still 
gone.  I wasn't sure what to do, but I didn't want to intrude.
On Tuesday before Thanksgiving, while I was at work, I got a very 
interesting phone call.
"Elizabeth Mulcahey," my secretary said through the intercom.
I grabbed the phone.
"This is Steve."
"Steve, this is Elizabeth.  How are you?"
"Fine.  How are things going?"
She sighed.
"The girls are still in a state of shock.  Hayley will hardly talk to 
me since I started the divorce proceedings.  Thanksgiving is going to 
be very difficult this year, as you can probably imagine."
"I'm sorry.  If there's anything you need me to do, just ask."
"Well, that's why I'm calling."  She paused for a moment or two.  
"Steve, I know the moral issues here are rather murky, but I'm trying 
to do what's best for my daughters.  I was thinking it might help them 
if you could come for dinner on Thursday.  I'm hoping I'm not catching 
you too late."
It took me a few seconds to get over my shock.
"You mean for Thanksgiving?"
"Yes.  I think Charles's absence would be less striking if you were 
there."
"Well . . . um, I don't have any other plans.  I guess, if you want me 
to come, I will."
"I would appreciate it."
"Do they know about this?"
"Marianne dropped a couple of hints.  Hayley doesn't know."
"If they're okay with it, it's fine."
"I'll ask Hayley and let you know.  Thank you."
Elizabeth called me back later that afternoon and told me that Hayley 
had agreed to have me there.  I asked her if I could bring anything, 
and she suggested I bring the drinks.
I showed up at three o'clock on Thursday afternoon wearing one of my 
better suits and carrying two bottles of my best Mondavi Chardonnay.  
Marianne met me at the door in a long white dress and gave me a hug.
"Thanks for coming."
"I'm still kind of shocked about this."
"Me too.  But I think Mom is really trying to move on."
"What about you?"
She looked down and nodded slightly.
"I'm trying."
We returned to the kitchen, where Hayley and Elizabeth were finishing 
the dinner.  Hayley gave me a quick hug, and I gave Elizabeth the wine.
"Thank you.  If you want to open it, the corkscrew is over there."
I put one bottle in the refrigerator and opened the other.  I poured 
two glasses, watching the uncertain look in Marianne's eyes.
"Mom?"
Elizabeth glanced at her, then me.
"I guess so, honey.  Just one glass, though, all right?"
"Thanks."
I poured Marianne a glass, then surveyed the dinner.  The turkey was 
out on the counter, and Elizabeth was finishing up the creamed spinach 
and mashed potatoes.
"Anything I can do?"
"Just make yourself at home.  We'll be ready in a few minutes."
I went back out to the living room with Marianne.  She sat next to me 
and took a sip of her wine.
"Have you talked to your dad?"
She shook her head.
"He still hasn't called.  I don't know if he doesn't want to talk to 
Mom or what.  I don't know what I would say to him, frankly."
She leaned against me, laying her head on my shoulder.  I nuzzled her 
briefly, and then, seeing nothing else to do, turned on the football 
game.  The Cowboys were leading the Redskins 24-14, and I watched until 
Elizabeth called us to dinner.
The food was pleasant enough, but the atmosphere hanging over the 
dinner dulled my enjoyment of it.  We confined the conversation to the 
current events at Marianne and Hayley's school, and to banal shoptalk 
about my job and Elizabeth's.  I did my best to eat my fill, but it was 
clear that none of the women had much of an appetite.  We scarcely made 
a dent in the turkey.
Marianne and Hayley served the dessert, a store-bought pumpkin pie.  I 
made some coffee while they set up the plates and then returned to the 
table.
When we had all taken our seats, Elizabeth sat back in her chair and 
took a deep breath.
"There is something I need to tell all of you.  Steve, I asked you here 
tonight because this concerns you as well.  This was a very difficult 
decision on my part, but I think it is the best for all of us."
I glanced at Marianne and Hayley.  Both faces were lined in concern.
"Your father is going to plead guilty to molesting that girl.  Because 
she is alleging that he pressured her to have sex, the D.A. will not 
agree to probation.  Your father will be going to state prison for two 
years.  He may be out sooner than that, but that is the sentence he is 
going to agree to on Monday morning.
"He and my lawyer have been in contact about the divorce.  He will not 
interfere in my request for full custody.  The property issues will 
take some time to unravel, but the divorce will be going through."
Hayley had sagged in her chair and begun to cry quietly into her lap.  
Marianne just looked at me sadly, then looked back to her mother.
Elizabeth took another ragged breath.
"I have been thinking for a long time about going back to school and 
finishing my degree, and this disaster that your father has 
precipitated seems to be enough of a reason.  I would, ultimately, like 
to attend law school and move up from being a legal secretary to being 
an actual lawyer.  I was hoping that I could get accepted to the 
University for the spring semester, but unfortunately that did not 
happen."
Marianne gasped, throwing her hand over her mouth.  Hayley looked up in 
shock.  Elizabeth reached out and took both her daughters' hands.
"I have, however, been accepted at U.C. Santa Cruz.  If we can make 
this work, I want to start there in January."
Marianne came out of her shock.
"Mom, you can't--"
Elizabeth cut her off.
"Marianne, wait.  Just listen.  I am not going to pull either of you 
out of school and move you to Santa Cruz.  I know that would be too 
difficult for both of you, particularly you, since you are about to 
graduate yourself."
She paused and looked at me, and suddenly I realized where she was 
going with all of this.
"What I hope we could do is have the two of you move in with Steve.  I 
know how you feel about him, and I have begun to understand why.  I 
think this would be the least traumatic solution for all of us."
Three jaws were nearly on the table by this point.  Ironically perhaps, 
it was Hayley who spoke up first.
"We could do that?"
"I think so.  I asked my lawyer about it, though I left out a lot of 
the details.  He pointed out that Marianne can live where she likes, 
since she is eighteen, and he said there is nothing legally wrong with 
leaving you in her care.  You would simply be living with Steve at the 
same time."
The three of them glanced around at each other, but it took me a few 
seconds before I realized that six eyes had finally come to rest on me.  
Waiting for an answer.
"Uh . . . wow.  Um.  I need to think about this."
"Take all the time you need," Elizabeth said.  "I know this is a 
surprise."
I laughed weakly.
"That's putting it mildly."
Marianne reached out and squeezed my hand.  I glanced at Hayley, who 
stared at me with a look of yearning so intense that I had to look away 
from her a second later.
"I have the room.  That's not a problem.  It's just--"
"I would be just a couple of hours away.  I won't make you become their 
father.  I intend to stay as involved in their lives as I can.  I just 
need this break to find myself.  I have been so emotionally dead for so 
many years living with Charles.  And with him in prison, I have to put 
the house up for sale.  It's that or lose it to the bank.  Under these 
circumstances, I can't go back to school without seriously disrupting 
the girls' lives.  Not without your help."
I looked back at Marianne, seeing that her eyes were beginning to fill 
with tears.  I realized suddenly that she might be thinking I was 
hesitating because I didn't want her around after what had happened.  I 
returned the squeeze she was giving me.
"Look.  It's not that I don't want them living with me.  It's just that 
this is a major-league commitment.  I've been living alone for almost 
fifteen years now."
"We won't be any trouble," Hayley said.  "I'll clean up everything.  We 
won't make a mess of your house.  I'll do all my homework and 
everything I'm supposed to do.  You won't have to check up on me."
Marianne didn't say anything, but I could see it in her eyes anyway.  I 
think she knew that if she said anything and I hesitated, she would 
break down completely.
I took a moment to steady myself.
"I think . . . I think we can do it.  At least give it a try."
Hayley squealed and bounced in her seat.  She was sitting across from 
me, otherwise I think she would have jumped into my lap.  Marianne came 
out of her chair and hugged me tightly.  I looked past her shoulder at 
Elizabeth, who just reached for my hand.  She tried to say, "Thank 
you," but all she could do was mouth it.
Marianne released her grip on my neck.
"I'm going to make you the happiest man on Earth," she whispered.
I squeezed her waist.
"You already have."
I stayed to help clean up, but Marianne went back home with me after 
dinner.  We drifted up the stairs into the bedroom, glancing at each 
other but saying nothing.  I lifted the dress over her head, then took 
off her bra and panties.  She undressed me as well, then linked her 
arms around my waist.
"I know this is a big step."
"It is."
"I'll do everything I can to make it work.  I promise."
"I keep wondering about the sleeping arrangements.  Having both of you 
in here may be problematic."
She smiled.
"Hayley wants her own room.  She asked me when we were doing the dishes 
if I thought you would mind.  I guess not, right?"
"No.  She needs her own room."
"But I get to sleep in here with you?"
"Right."
She hugged me, giggling.
"I'm going to be living with you."
I smiled down at her.
"You really are."
"Are you sure you're ready for this?"
I laughed.
"You're asking *me*?"
"Yes.  You said yourself that you've been living alone for fifteen 
years."
"I have been.  But since I met you, I think I've realized how lonely I 
had gotten.  I'm not sure where this is going to take us, but I'm 
willing to take the trip."
"Me too."
I pulled her close and kissed her.  She melted against me, pressing her 
big tits against my chest.  I felt myself stiffening between us, and 
when I shifted to give myself more room, Marianne reached in to take my 
erection in her hands.  She stroked me gently as we kissed, a light, 
silky touch that sent shivers down my legs.
She lowered herself to her knees and took me deeply into her mouth.  I 
felt myself probing at the back of her throat, and she began to bob 
slowly on my erection.  I stood there, rigid, holding her head and 
letting her make love to me with her mouth.  She withdrew and ran her 
tongue around the head a few times before plunging back down.  One hand 
played softly with my balls, and I could see that the other had 
disappeared between her legs.
I stood her attentions for only another minute or so before pulling her 
up.  She giggled, leaning against me, and I picked up.  I tossed her on 
the bed, making her shriek with laughter.  I crawled after her, she 
spread herself open for me, welcoming me into her.  She was already wet 
but still deliciously tight.  She rolled her hips back, making the 
tendons on her thighs stand out as I forced every inch of myself into 
her.  She grunted as I bottomed out, digging her nails into my butt.
I lunged forward, burying my tongue on her mouth.  Her arms came up 
around me, holding me tightly as I thrust at her.  She matched my every 
movement, rolling her hips with every thrust.  I penetrated her from 
both directions until she began convulsing, biting at my tongue 
involuntarily.  I lifted up from her body, watching her big tits 
rolling around on her chest.  I bent to take a perfect nipple in my 
mouth, and she cried out, arching her back.  Her hips spiked up at me 
hard, and a tremor began in her abdomen.  Her thighs began to shake, 
then batter my waist.  She let out a shriek, clawed at my back, and 
came.
I slowed my thrusts as she coasted down, gasping for breath.  She 
shivered under me, even that contact too much for her sensitive flesh.  
She pulled me back down and kissed me slowly.
"I love you," she said softly.
I kissed her back, beginning to move again within her.  I felt her 
squeezing me as best she could,  and I reached under her to take her 
tight butt in my hands.  The flesh of her buttocks tensed, then 
relaxed, then tensed again, moving with my thrusts.  
She bit at my earlobe.
"Come in me . . . I want to feel it . . . I want to feel you inside 
me."
I moved faster, my approaching climax aching in my balls like molten 
lava.  Every bit of her around me was wet and overheated, only making 
my crisis worse.  I drove harder, beginning to thump against her, 
making her breasts shake with each thrust.  Her breathing accelerated, 
and she looked up at me, nodding rapidly, whimpering, knowing what was 
about to happen.  
I grunted, then cried out, pounding myself at her, and then my cum was 
erupting into her shuddering body, triggering another orgasm a split-
second after mine.  We held each other, shaking in the aftermath, 
trying to catch our breath.
I stayed on her, in her, until the heat of this encounter finally 
faded.  I rolled off beside her, and she snuggled under my arm.
"I love you, Kitten."
She hugged me, giggled contentedly.
"You've got me," she said.  "I'm all yours now."
* * *
Ch. 27 Codes: Mff, ff, teen, oral, piercing, light bdsm
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Bit by bit, the girls began their separation from their mother.  I had 
a spare room upstairs that I had been using to store my random junk, so 
we moved that out and prepared it for Hayley.  We spent the second week 
of December painting it yellow and redecorating it for her.
Charles Mulcahey went off to prison, never saying good bye to his 
family.  Elizabeth prepared to leave for Santa Cruz and put their house 
up for sale.  Marianne and Hayley moved their belongings into my place, 
and the harsh masculine aura that had pervaded the place for so long 
began to fade.  That first morning after they moved in for good, I lay 
in bed watching Marianne sleep beside me and wondering how long 
something like this could last.  And how long I really wanted it to.
We had Christmas together (I got them both earrings, Marianne a pair of 
diamonds and Hayley a pair of gold-and-lapis ones to match the bracelet 
she still wore 24/7), and Elizabeth left for college just after New 
Year's.  Marianne and Hayley returned to school, and though Marianne 
reported a certain amount of gossip about our living arrangements, on 
the whole fewer people seemed to care than I had expected.
The second week in January, I came home from work on Friday to find 
Marianne and Tiffany lounging around the den.  Marianne had on her 
usual hiphugger-jeans-and-cropped-top ensemble, while Tiffany wore a 
pleated schoolgirl skirt and a black baby tee.
"Hi, Steve."
I kissed Marianne.
"Tiff.  What's up?"
"Just hanging out."
"Where's your sister?" I asked Marianne.
"The J.V. squad all wanted to go to the movies tonight.  So I was 
thinking the three of us could go out."
I got a beer out of the refrigerator and opened it up.
"You have anything specific in mind?"
They glanced at each other, grinning.
"You remember my idea about getting my tongue pierced?"
"Oh.  Yeah."
"That's what I had in mind.  You're okay with it, right?"
"It's going to leave you out of commission for a while, isn't it?"
She smiled.
"That's why Tiff is here.  We felt like doing the slave bit again 
tonight.  She'll do what I can't, and whatever else we feel like 
doing."
Tiffany giggled.
"She has to be dressed appropriately," I said.  "Wearing nothing but 
black stockings and a pair of nipple clips will attract some 
attention."
"I know," Marianne said.  "We're going to do something else.  Go change 
and I'll show you."
I went upstairs and changed out of my suit.  After freshening up and 
putting on a pair of khakis and a button-down shirt, I descended to 
find out what my girlfriend was up to tonight.
I found them waiting in the den where I had left them.  They hopped off 
the couch when I came in.  Marianne reached into her pocket and pulled 
out a long silver chain with a clip on one end.
"Tiff will just go like she is, with one addition.  I'm going to have 
her on a leash tonight."
I looked down at the chain in her hands.
"How will that fit around her neck?"
Marianne grinned evilly.
"It's not going around her neck."
She turned to Tiffany and dropped down to one knee.  She lifted 
Tiffany's skirt, whereupon I saw that a) she had nothing on under it, 
and b) she had continued to shave her pubes.  Marianne clipped the 
leash to Tiffany's clit stud and let the skirt drop back down.  She 
stood up and wrapped the end of the chain around her finger.
"Ready.  Let's go."
Wicked smiles creased both of their faces.  I looked Tiffany over and 
gulped.  It wasn't *that* clear what was going on, but plenty of people 
would know enough to get the point.  That chain, after all, was clearly 
connected to *something* under Tiffany's skirt.
"Uh . . . I'm not sure where we can go like this."
"We won't go to Bernardo's.  As long as we just go down by the 
University, it won't cause a crisis.  People will stare, but that's the 
point.  They won't call the cops or anything."
I laughed weakly.
"Okay.  Let's do it."
I followed them out to my Jeep.  Tiffany got into the back, allowing 
Marianne to run the leash up between the front seats.  I backed out of 
the driveway and headed down toward the beach.
When we got to the University area, Tiffany followed dutifully behind 
us with a sly smile on her face.  Marianne held the chain in her hand 
as if she were leading a dog.  A few people did double takes as we 
passed, and a lot of them stared (or laughed), but no one freaked out.  
As Marianne had said, this was one of the few places we could get away 
with this.
We went to a walk-up pizza parlor for dinner, and Marianne held onto 
Tiffany's leash the entire time.  Now and then, she would give it a 
gentle tug, making Tiffany giggle and squirm.
As we finished up, Tiffany leaned forward over the table with a nervous 
look on her face.
"Um, guys, I was thinking."
"What?" I asked.
"Could I, you know, maybe get something done too?"
"Pierced, you mean?"
She nodded.
"You can't do your tongue," Marianne said. "It's on call tonight."
Tiffany shrieked with laughter, then covered her mouth and lowered her 
voice.
"I know.  Not that.  I was thinking of doing my nips.  To go with the 
rest of it, you know?"
Marianne and I glanced at each other.
"You're going to start setting off metal detectors," she said, "but 
that might look cool."
"This isn't something you just thought of?" I asked.
"No.  I've been thinking about it for a while.  I wanna do it if it's 
okay with you."
"Fine by me," Marianne said.  "Something else to attach a leash to."
Tiffany laughed again, glancing around in embarrassment.  When we were 
done eating, we walked over to the tattoo parlor.  More people checked 
out the leash, but this time we got only smiles and sly looks.  One guy 
with long hair and a collection of tats took in the two girls and the 
fact that Marianne was holding my arm, then nudged me and grinned.
"Nice."
"Thanks."
We leaned against the counter and watched the action for a few minutes.
"Are you ready to do this?" I asked.
Marianne nodded.
"Just nervous.  Ashley said it's going to hurt a lot."
Tiffany grinned.
"I don't think it could hurt worse than my . . . um . . . you know."
Marianne smirked and gave the leash a tug.  I got the attention of one 
of the artists and explained what we wanted to do.  He looked over the 
two girls.
"You both eighteen?"
They displayed their driver's licenses (Tiffany had turned eighteen in 
December, shortly before Christmas, so I didn't have to pretend to be 
anyone's father this time), after which the artist nodded and led us to 
the rear of the store.
"Who's first?"
Marianne held up her hand, and he directed her to a chair.  The prep 
work took several minutes, and Marianne held my hand tightly.  Finally 
he wrapped her tongue in a swath of gauze and pulled it out of her 
mouth.  I couldn't watch when he slid the needle through, but I knew 
from the cracking of the bones in my hand what was going on.  I could 
hear Marianne whimpering softly and gasping for breath.
When I looked back, the stud was already in place, and the artist 
withdrew his equipment.  Marianne closed her mouth tightly and began to 
cry.  I hugged her and tried to comfort her as the artist explained 
what she need to do the next few weeks as it healed.  
I sat down in another chair, and Marianne sat in my lap, shaking and 
shivering and occasionally spitting blood into a paper cup. Tiffany 
took her place, pulling off her top and bra while the artist found some 
studs to match the one in her navel.  If I wasn't imagining things, 
Tiffany was actually getting excited about this.  I could see a flush 
spreading over her chest, and she was breathing rapidly, looking back 
and forth between me and the artist.
Something very weird occurred when he pierced her nipples.  Instead of 
reacting in agony as Marianne had, Tiffany just arched her back and 
shuddered, gasping for breath.  Her legs convulsed and shook under her, 
and when he was done, had I not known any better, I would have sworn 
she had just had an orgasm.
Tiffany had very pretty breasts, not quite as nice as Hayley and 
Marianne, but close.  Between the new studs in her nips, the one in her 
navel, and the definite "bad girl" cast to her face, the overall effect 
was positively perverse.
The artist let them rest for a few minutes, and Marianne eventually 
recovered enough to get back to her feet.  We walked slowly back to the 
car.
"I'm guess you won't be talking much for a few days," I said.
She shook her head and hugged my arm.  She kept her grip on Tiffany's 
leash, however, and Tiffany followed closely behind us.
When we got home, I distributed some Advil as the girls retired to the 
den.  Tiffany removed her top as soon as we were inside.  Her red, 
swollen nipples stood out like they were about to pop off her chest.
"How you doing?"
"I'm fine.  They're sore, but they don't hurt that much."
Marianne whimpered, and I stroked her arm.
"We don't have to do anything tonight if you're not up to it."
She shook her head again and made a writing motion with her hands.  I 
went to get a pen and a pad of paper.  She took it and scribbled 
something rapidly.
"I'm okay," she wrote.  "Just stay away from my mouth.  Tiffany will do 
what I can't.  That's why she's here."
"You sure?"
She nodded and climbed to her feet, taking Tiffany's leash.  She led us 
upstairs and directed Tiffany to disrobe, which she did immediately.  
Then she motioned for Tiffany to kneel in front of me.  
Needing no further encouragement, Tiffany dropped to her knees and went 
looking for my dick.  Once it was exposed, it went right into her 
mouth.  Marianne smiled at me and began slipping out of her clothes.  
When she was nude, she walked around behind me, hugging me.  I caressed 
her arms as Tiffany bobbed slowly over my erection.  
Marianne took off my clothes piece by piece, then knelt beside Tiffany.  
She kept her mouth shut, but used her hands to play with my balls and 
caress my leg.
Tiffany was sucking on me eagerly, swirling her tongue around the head, 
taking it deep, then dragging her teeth back up over the underside.  I 
closed my eyes and let the two of them work on me.
Tiffany kept up her steady suction until I pulled her off, feeling the 
cum beginning stir in my balls.  Marianne got to her feet and led me to 
the bed.  She lay on her back, and I watched as Tiffany crawled up 
behind us, between Marianne's legs.  She got herself into position, 
hands under Marianne's buttocks and bent to lick at her friend.
I kissed Marianne's face and neck as Tiffany ate her.  She nuzzled me 
as best she could, and I was careful to avoid her lips.  Her breathing 
grew heavy and ragged from what Tiffany was doing, and I slid further 
down to suck on her nipples.
When I had both wet and erect, I looked down to watch Tiffany.  Her 
tongue was dipping and fluttering all around Marianne's clit, and she 
worked her middle finger in and out of my girlfriend.  Marianne was 
beginning to writhe and moan under us, and her hips rolled at Tiffany's 
face.  I laid my hand flat on her stomach, feeling the tremors moving 
within her.
Tiffany sped her attentions, spinning the tip of her tongue around and 
around, then lapping rapidly against Marianne's sex.  Marianne was 
gripping my arm tightly, and finally she began to shake under us.  Her 
hips bounced rapidly at Tiffany's mouth, then she let out shriek and 
came.
We let her rest for minute, and I pulled Tiffany up between us.  
Knowing that Marianne would not be able to do much for her, I took up 
that burden myself.  I slid down between her thighs as Marianne rolled 
under her arm.
Tiffany was already dripping wet, and when I got down close enough to 
examine her, it appeared (from the stickiness all over her shaved labia 
and inner thighs) that she had been like this most of the night.  I had 
to dig into her with my tongue to get any friction, but that appeared 
to be what she wanted.  She put her legs over my shoulder and pulled my 
face as close to her as I could get.
Marianne simply caressed Tiffany's stomach, apparently seeing nothing 
else she could do, but after I had been eating Tiffany for a few 
minutes, Tiffany reached for Marianne's hand.  She pulled it to her 
breasts and laid it over the new piercing on her right tit.
Marianne looked at me in concern, but Tiffany pressed Marianne's hand 
down.  Very gently, Marianne began to tweak the stud in Tiffany's 
nipple.
The effect was dramatic.  Tiffany let out a gasp and arched her back, 
throwing her hips at my face.  I redoubled my attack in response, and 
Tiffany groped for Marianne's other hand.  Getting the message, 
Marianne sat up and used both hands to play with the new piercings.
Less than five seconds into this, Tiffany screeched, launching off the 
bed in orgasm and almost strangling me with her thighs.  She clawed at 
the sheets on either side of her, thrashing around like she was having 
an epileptic fit.  It went on for about five seconds before finally 
subsiding.  Marianne let go of her nipples, and I leaned back, 
stretching my neck.
Tiffany was out cold for nearly a minute before her eyes fluttered 
open.  Marianne stroked her arm affectionately.
"Are you okay?" I asked.
Tiffany nodded, gasping.
"Shit.  I've never come like that in my life."
"The piercings . . . that didn't hurt?"
"It did.  It's what got me off so big."
"You know, when you had them done, I would have sworn you came in the 
middle of it."
She giggled.
"I did.  I told you I have a thing about pain."
Marianne laughed, though I saw her wince at the same time.
"I guess so."
Tiffany sat up.
"You guys do it.  I'll help.  Come here."
She slid down the bed and got Marianne to squat over her face, 
presenting her pretty butt to me.  I knelt behind her and Tiffany 
guided me in, running her tongue along the underside.  I took 
Marianne's hips in my hands as Tiffany licked up at us.
Marianne was still very wet, and I had held off far too long.  With 
Tiffany eagerly eating both of us and Marianne butting back at me with 
each thrust, I didn't last very long.  But Tiffany got Marianne off 
just before I came into her like a fire hose.  When I withdrew, she 
pulled Marianne's hips down and let my cum ooze down into her mouth.  
She lapped up at her friend until Marianne rolled on her side.  I 
crawled up and lay between them.
As we lay resting, I heard the front door open downstairs.  Not wanting 
to startle Hayley, I got up and put on a robe.  Marianne and Tiffany 
lay together, holding each other lightly.
I found Hayley in the kitchen getting a soda out of the fridge.
"How was the movie?"
"Pretty good.  We had fun."  She grinned at me.  "Were you guys in 
bed?"
I nodded.
"Tiffany is here."
"Did Marianne get her tongue pierced?"
"Yep.  Don't tell me you're thinking of it."
She shivered.
"No way.  It would hurt too much."
"It did, from what I could tell.  She's going to be taking it easy for 
a while."
She put her arms around me and hugged me.  I could smell the theater on 
her, mixed with the girlish perfume she favored.  I returned the hug.
"How you doing, Little Kit?  I know this has been harder on you than 
Marianne."
"I miss my dad."
"I know.  You just have to realize that parents are people, too.  They 
make mistakes just like anyone else, and sometimes they don't realize 
how much they're hurting the people who care about them."
"I don't know what I would be doing without you.  I know Mom has to go 
find herself or whatever it is she's doing, but it's hard."
"I know.  But you're a strong enough person to get through it."
She squeezed me.
"Thanks."
She stayed where she was, so I continued to hold her.
"You know something?"
"What?"
"My dad never hugged me.  Never.  He didn't like to touch us.  I wonder 
sometimes . . . "  She paused and gulped.  "This is so awful to say . . 
. but I wonder sometimes if it was because of what he was doing with 
those girls.  That we made him uncomfortable."
I hugged her tightly.
"Don't go there, baby.  Don't go there.  It won't accomplish anything.  
You just have to move forward.  Don't try to get inside his head.  He 
made some mistakes; that's all you need to worry about."
She sniffed.
"Okay."
"Why don't you just go to bed?  I'll see what the other girls are 
doing."
"Can I sleep with you guys tonight?"
"Sure."
We went upstairs, and I found Marianne and Tiffany still lounging on 
the bed.
"Hi, Hayley."
"Hi."  She looked at Marianne.  "How's your tongue?"
Marianne just shook her head.  Tiffany sat up and ran her fingers 
through her hair.
"I guess I'd better go.  I'll see you guys later."
Marianne rubbed her arm, and I gave her a kiss as she got dressed and 
left.  Hayley went into her room and returned in her nightshirt.  She 
lay beside Marianne, and her sister gave her a hug.  I went to brush my 
teeth, and when I returned, Hayley was lying across Marianne's stomach 
as Marianne played with her hair.
"You guys okay?"
Marianne nodded and motioned for me to get in bed.  They separated, and 
I climbed between them.  One rolled under each arm.  I turned out the 
lights, and we fell asleep a few minutes later.
* * *
Ch. 28 Codes: Mff, ff, teen, exhib, oral
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Marianne's tongue took a few weeks to heal, but one night in February, 
she finally announced that it was time for a test drive.  She pulled me 
into the bedroom, removed my pants, and sat me down in the armchair 
across from the bed.  The first time she took me into her mouth and put 
her tongue stud to work, I had to grope at the chair and clench my 
teeth to keep from groaning out loud.  She got me erect very quickly, 
and commenced a bobbing and massaging action with her tongue, 
constantly rubbing the stud against the underside of my dick.  I was 
ready to come in less than thirty seconds, something I probably hadn't 
done since I was her age.  She giggled around her mouthful and slowed 
down a bit, but didn't relent with the massage.  When she finally let 
me come a few minutes later, it was so intense it almost hurt.  She 
finished me off and then climbed into my lap.
"What do you think?  Good idea?"
I grunted, trying to nod.  She giggled and hugged me tightly.
Marianne had adjusted to our new living arrangements a lot better than 
her sister had.  Though I didn't want to think too hard about it, 
Hayley had attached herself to me even more firmly than before.  I 
didn't want to psychoanalyze her, but I knew she was hurting a lot on 
the inside.  I finally asked her whether she might want to talk to a 
therapist about her parents, and after a day or two, she agreed.  I 
mentioned it to Marianne, thinking that it wouldn't hurt if she went 
too, and the two of them were soon going to see a doctor friend of mine 
twice a week.  Though I hadn't brought the issue up, both of them 
promised not to say anything to get me in trouble.
Elizabeth called a few times a week, and I often talked to her myself, 
just to give her an adult's perspective on her daughters.  She thanked 
me profusely for getting them into therapy and promised to pay me back 
one day when she was able.  I told her not to worry about it, but she 
insisted.
Hayley's sixteenth birthday was March 3rd, and as it approached, and we 
got her ready for her driver's license, she began dropping none-too-
subtle hints about wanting her own car.
"Steve, my God, you can't," Elizabeth said over the phone.  "Just tell 
her she has to share Marianne's car."
"The problem is that she doesn't understand why Marianne got to have 
her own car but she can't.  And I'm not sure what to tell her."
"You didn't buy it for her until she was eighteen.  Just tell her to 
wait."
"She's sixteen.  You know that two years is an eternity at that age."
Elizabeth sighed.
"Well, it's your money.  If you want to do it, I guess you should."
I got Marianne alone that night and brought up the issue.  Her lips 
pursed as I explained what I had been thinking.
"Don't do it just because she's being whiney about it."
"I'm not.  You know how unhappy she's been.  I'm thinking this might 
cheer her up.  At least it would give her something to get her mind off 
your folks."
She was pensive a moment.
"Yeah.  That's true.  I don't know.  If you think it would help her . . 
."
"What do *you* think?  You know her better than anyone else."
Marianne sighed.
"I guess you're right.  She needs something else to think about."  She 
nodded, looking up at me.  "Go ahead and do it.  She deserves it."
Hayley's birthday was that Saturday, and Elizabeth came down from Santa 
Cruz for the weekend, staying in the guestroom on the first floor.  Her 
appearance at first startled me, for she had shed her trim law office 
work clothes for a loose, casual look completely devoid of make-up or 
hair styling--a look that said "lesbian" fairly clearly to someone who 
had known her in her married life.  I gathered, from the things she 
told us about school, that she was most likely "out" around the campus.
We went to the Department of Motor Vehicles first thing Saturday 
morning, and Hayley posed proudly for her license photo.  Wanting to 
surprise her, I had not said anything about my decision regarding the 
car.
We went out to brunch afterward, and Hayley continued to push the issue 
as subtly as she could manage, which was not particularly subtle.
"I can drive myself around now," she said over brunch.  "But that's 
going to hard to do since Marianne will be using her car most of the 
time, right?"
The rest of us snickered.
"You can borrow one of my cars when you need to," I said.
"Steve, you can't let her drive the Mercedes," Elizabeth said. "And 
she's too inexperienced for that big Jeep."
"You're probably right."
Hayley squawked in protest, and I watched her eyes filling with tears 
of disappointment.  Her mother smiled at her.
"Honey, sharing Marianne's car won't be that bad."
She pouted and whimpered in frustration.  Marianne pretended to comfort 
her, but Hayley pushed her arm away.  She remained in a snit the rest 
of the meal.  
We left the restaurant and drove home.  When we reached the main 
boulevard outside the neighborhood, I continued driving, past the 
entrance.  I looked in the rear view mirror and watched Hayley's face 
perk up.
"Um."
"What?"
"Where are we going?"
"I feel like going for a drive."
Elizabeth and Marianne tried to remain still, but I could tell that 
Hayley sensed the sudden shift in energy.  But she kept her mouth shut 
for the moment.
I drove down toward the beach, where the car dealerships were lined up 
along the freeway.  Hayley's eyes had by then swelled to enormous 
proportions, and when I stopped the Jeep in the middle of the road to 
make a left turn into the Ford dealership, she let out a squeal of 
excitement.  She bounced in her seat with her hands clasped on her 
chest.
When I pulled into the lot and parked the car, she was bouncing up and 
down in her seat looking around at the cars.  Elizabeth, who was 
sitting next to her, put her hand on Hayley's arm to get her to calm 
down.
"Honey, you know this is a big responsibility."
"I do!  I'll be so careful with it!  I won't do anything wrong!  I 
promise!"
"And you know that Steve is doing you a very big favor."
"Yes!"  She gasped for breath a few times.  "Can we get out and look 
now?"
The rest of us laughed, and we got out of the car.  Hayley ran around 
excitedly looking at the cars on the lot.  I knew she wanted a Mustang 
convertible, which was why we were here instead of somewhere else.  I 
intercepted the inevitable salesman when he appeared, and deflected his 
attempts to guilt-trip me into spending more than I wanted to.  But 
eventually we found a car Hayley was happy with, a cherry-red model 
priced about the same as what I had spent on Marianne's Bug.  We 
dickered over the details for about an hour before signing the papers.  
The salesman handed the keys to Hayley with a flourish, and Hayley 
appeared ready to faint from excitement.
She and Marianne drove home in the new car, and Elizabeth and I 
followed in my Jeep.
"They're happier than I expected them to be," she said when we were 
about halfway home.
"They seem to be doing all right, considering everything."
"I know you've done so much for them, so I don't want you to take this 
the wrong way, but it hurts a little to see them like this."
I pondered that for a moment.
"Because it makes it seem like they don't need you as much as you 
thought."
She nodded.
"They do.  Trust me.  They're trying to keep a stiff upper lip because 
they know how important this dream of yours is to you.  But they do 
miss you.  A lot.  We talk about it all the time."
She took a deep breath.
"Thank you."
"You're welcome."
She smiled at me.
"Marianne would marry you tomorrow."
A chill ran through my stomach.
"I know.  But it's too soon for her.  One day, maybe."
"If it happens, can you please not refer to me as your mother-in-law?"
I laughed hard for several seconds.
"All right.  I won't.  I promise."
Hayley would have slept in the car that night if we had let her, but 
she spent nearly every available minute in it for the next few weeks.  
I indulged her and let her drive us around whenever we went anywhere, 
although I did it in part to keep an eye on how she was doing.  She was 
the envy of most of her friends, particularly the rest of the J.V. 
squad, though I was unsure how much she had told them about where it 
came from.
A few weekends later, as she did nearly every Friday night these days, 
Hayley went out with her friends and her new car.  Marianne and I 
planned to go out alone until the phone rang about six-thirty that 
evening.  She came into the bedroom while I was getting dressed.
"That's Giselle.  Do you mind if she comes over?"
"And goes out with us?"
"Yeah.  Ashley's got something going on with her folks, and she's 
bored."
"I guess so.  Sure."
She went back to the bedroom, and I listened to her talking to Giselle.  
She returned to the dressing area about a minute later and began 
pulling off her clothes.  She got down to bra and panties and poked 
through her closet for a minute.
"What do you think I should wear?"
"Whatever you feel like."
"I don't know what I feel like.  What do you want me to wear?"
I laughed.
"Dangerous question."
She smiled.
"I'll risk it.  I feel like being a Barbie doll tonight anyway.  Dress 
me up."
I laughed again.
"Okay."
I looked through her closet for a moment or two before looking back at 
her.  I made a dismissive wave with my fingers.
"Get all of that off.  Let's start from scratch."
Her bra and panties hit the floor in a matter of seconds, and she stood 
there smiling at me.  I had to take a moment to admire her, from her 
long blonde hair to her deliciously curvaceous silhouette, firm breasts 
and butt, all of it perversely accented by the little gold ring in her 
navel and the kitten tattoo under her bikini line.  Every time I looked 
at her like this, I was consumed by two inconsistent desires: to lock 
her away forever so no one else could touch her, or expose her to the 
world so they could all see how damned lucky I was.
She saw all of this going through my eyes and smiled.
"I could just go like this if you want."
And she probably would have had I asked her, but I wasn't going to.
"Next time," I said, and turned back to the closet.
Marianne had turned into something of a clotheshorse since becoming my 
steady, and I saw a fair amount of stuff I had never seen her wear.  
After poking through it, I found something I liked, a loose, gauzy slip 
dress.  It wasn't quite see-through, but the pale blue fabric would not 
cover very much.  I pulled it out and showed it to her.
She took it and held it against herself, smiling.  It fell no further 
down than mid-thigh.
"You do realize that is really supposed to be worn with something under 
it, like a T-shirt?"
"It is?"
"Yeah.  But do you want me to wear it like this?"
"Try it on."
She took it off the hanger and pulled it over her head, letting it drop 
down over her.  The fabric clung to her chest, and the neckline was so 
low and loose that she would expose herself simply by bending over.  
Even without doing so, the shape of her full breasts was quite visible.
She posed for me, turning a circle on her toe.
"A bra just isn't going to work under this either, you know.  A visible 
strap would be all wrong for this look."
I gulped.
"And without a bra, you might as well not bother with any panties."
She grinned.
"Works for me.  Anything else?  This might look a little classier with 
nylons."
"Stockings?"
"Of course.  Hold-ups or garters?"
"Hold-ups."
"Done."
She went to her lingerie chest and extracted a pair of ivory thigh-
highs.  She bunched one up, then sat on the chair by her dressing 
counter and pulled it carefully up her shapely leg.  The sight was so 
erotic that I had to glance away for a second lest I be tempted to 
seize her on the spot.  The end result, when she was done, was quite 
delicious.
"You aren't going to be overdressed for Giselle?"
"I told her to dress up a little.  We're still going to Bernardo's, 
right?"
"Right."
"Okay.  She should be fine."
I finished with my tie, and while Marianne worked on her hair, I called 
Bernardo's to change the reservation from two to three.  The maitre 'd 
told me it wouldn't be a problem.
Giselle arrived about fifteen minutes later.  She wore a short black 
skirt and a long sleeved peasant blouse in red silk.  She gave Marianne 
a brief once-over and grinned.
"Nice.  Maybe illegal, but nice."
"I didn't feel like underwear tonight."
Giselle looked pointedly at the hem of Marianne's dress.
"Nothing?"
"Nope."
Giselle glanced at me, smiling.
"Now I don't feel so daring."
I laughed softly.
"You never wear them.  I forgot about that."
"We've all kind of ditched the panties lately," Marianne said.
"We?"
"The gang.  I told Tiff she can't wear them anymore, at least until I 
say so.  I've been doing it when I wear skirts.  I'm not sure what 
Ashley is doing, though."
"I haven't talked her into it yet," Giselle said.
We climbed into the Jeep and headed down to the beach.  The maitre 'd 
greeted us warmly (he knew Marianne by now) and led us to our table by 
the window, which they had already reset for three people.  He helped 
Marianne and Giselle into their seats and expressed his wishes for a 
pleasant evening before withdrawing.
"This pretty nice," Giselle said.
"We come here a lot," Marianne said.  "They know him, so they always 
kiss our butts like that."
After ordering dinner, Marianne and Giselle fell into gossiping about 
school.
"I know you guys probably don't want to hear this," Giselle said, "but 
people are starting to talk about Hayley."
"What do you mean?" I asked.
"I was talking to my little brother, he's a sophomore too, and he was 
telling me how people are starting to talk about how she never seems to 
date anyone.  That she goes out with her friends, but she never goes 
out on dates."
"What are they saying?" Marianne asked.
"Well, just understand that I don't think anyone means this seriously--
I didn't get that impression from Phillip--but they're starting to joke 
about your living arrangements.   Like she must be sleeping with Steve 
too."
My heart skipped a beat or two.
"But they're not serious?" I asked.
"I don't think so.  But think about it: she's one of the cutest girls 
in the whole grade, and she hasn't had a boyfriend since last year.  I 
mean, she's the head of the J.V. squad.  People expect her to be 
dating.  The fact that she isn't is making people talk, even without 
considering who she's living with."
Marianne glanced at me in concern.  I shrugged.
"I don't know what there is we can do about it."
"She'll never go out with someone just for appearance's sake," Marianne 
said.  "She's not like that."
"Not to mention that it would be unfair to the guy."
Giselle picked at a crumb on the tablecloth.
"I just thought you'd want to know.  I don't have a clue about what to 
do either."
The food came a little bit later, and we spent a few minutes discussing 
what we had all ordered.
"What ever happened with that story you were writing?" I asked 
Marianne.
"The porn thing?  I'm still doing it."
"You're writing a porn story?" Giselle asked.
"Not just a porn story.  A story about what we've been doing.  I've 
been posting it on the Internet."
Giselle's eyebrows went up.
"You don't think people will recognize you?"
"No.  I changed all the details or just left stuff out.  In the story, 
I'm a redhead.  Plus the twist is that I've been writing it from 
Steve's perspective.  It's been really popular.  I've gotten like four 
hundred emails about it."
"And people read this stuff online?"
"It's a whole subculture.  I'll show you when we get back.  They have 
discussion groups, regular reviews, all sorts of stuff.  Some of the 
people who do it take themselves a little too seriously--I mean, I once 
read this review that actually compared some story to 'The Great 
Gatsby'--but if you don't fall into that trap, it can be a lot of fun."
"Huh.  Am I in it?  Could I read it?"
"You're in it.  But don't worry.  I made you out as the babe you are."
The rest of the dinner was uneventful, though I enjoyed all the looks 
and glances the girls were getting from the other patrons.  Giselle's 
blouse kept slipping off her shoulder, making it fairly obvious that 
she wasn't wearing a bra.  Most of the time, she left it there for 
several minutes before moving it back up.  Meanwhile, Marianne's big 
breasts would bounce and jiggle in her dress whenever she moved around.  
Now and then, she would pretend to stretch in her chair, drawing every 
male eye within range to her chest.
"Show off," Giselle muttered at one point.
"It's not like I can do much to hide them."
"You're certainly not trying."
Marianne giggled and glanced at me.  Giselle leaned forward and looked 
down at the table.
"I've been thinking of getting breast implants someday."
Both of us looked at her in surprise.
"Don't," I said.
"Yeah, don't," Marianne said.  "Seriously, you don't need to."
"That's easy for you to say."
"I'm serious.  When you're forty, you'll be glad you don't have boobs 
like mine.  I've heard my mom complain about it.  I'm kind of worried 
about it myself, to be honest."
"Work with the look you've got," I said.  "Don't try to turn yourself 
into someone else.  Implants may look nice, but after a few years, they 
don't feel natural anymore, if they ever will."
Giselle looked up at me.
"Really?"
"Really.  They can get hardened with scar tissue or stretch your breast 
all out of shape.  I'm speaking from experience here.  I've known women 
who had it done and later wished they hadn't.  Breast implants are more 
trouble than they're worth as far as I'm concerned.  If you do it, you 
may really regret it someday."
"Huh."
Marianne stroked her arm.
"You've got nice boobs.  Don't mess with them."
"You do," I said.  "Forget implants."
Giselle shrugged.
"Ashley thinks so too, but . . ."
"She's right."
Giselle nodded.
"Okay.  You're right.  Thanks."
I paid the check and we left.  Hayley was still gone when we got home, 
and the three of us moved upstairs.  The girls watched me as I hung up 
my jacket and pulled off my tie, giving me sly looks and glancing at 
each other.  Both of them slipped out of their shoes, and as I returned 
to the bedroom, Giselle was playing with one of the straps of 
Marianne's dress.  Watching my reaction, she pulled one strap slowly 
over Marianne's shoulder, then the other.  Marianne pulled her arms 
close to her body and allowed the dress to fall to the floor, leaving 
herself naked except for the stockings.
Still looking at me, Marianne unzipped Giselle's skirt and slid it off 
her hips.  Giselle's peasant blouse was long enough to conceal her, but 
Marianne began unbuttoning it slowly until Giselle's neatly trimmed sex 
was exposed.
I pulled off my shirt just as Marianne slipped a hand into Giselle's 
blouse, fondling her breast.  Then she pulled the fabric aside, 
exposing a nipple, and bent toward it.  She extended her tongue and 
flicked it over the little nub of flesh.
I quickly removed the rest of my clothes.  Marianne leaned back, though 
she now had her left hand between Giselle's thighs.  Her index finger 
moved slowly back and forth.
"I think I know what I'd like to do," she said.
"What's that, Kitten?"
"Remember that thing we got the night Hayley got her belly ring?  That 
we've never gotten to use otherwise?"
"Ah.  Yes."
"What?" Giselle asked.
Marianne pushed Giselle's blouse off her shoulders, leaving her naked.  
Then she took my arm and pulled it to Giselle.
"Warm her up.  I'll be right back."
I led Giselle to the bed.  She was smiling but clearly a little 
confused.
"What is she doing?"
"You'll see."
I pulled her down beside me and embraced her.  She let me kiss her, and 
I began playing with her little breasts.  I crawled above her, moving 
down to suck on her nipples.
"Marianne was right," I said softly.  "You'll be glad you have these 
when you're my age."
She smiled.
"Thanks."
I got both nipples wet and erect before sliding down between her 
thighs.  She moaned and arched her back as I stuck my tongue into her, 
lapping up her sweet fluids.  She was distracted enough (as I intended) 
that she didn't see Marianne returning to the room.  Marianne stroked 
my leg, and I looked behind me, seeing her standing there wearing the 
strap-on.  I rolled to the side, and she climbed onto the bed to take 
my place.
Giselle looked down and gasped, then shrieked in laughter.
"Oh, my God!  Where did you get that?"
"At that store by the University."
She pushed Giselle's legs apart and lowered herself down, taking the 
dildo in one hand.  Giselle continued laughing.
"Oh, God.  Wait."
Marianne worked the head of the dildo against Giselle's labia as 
Giselle grabbed at Marianne's shoulders, tensing in anticipation.  
Marianne pushed forward into her, and Giselle groaned, arching her 
back.
"Oh, Jesus."
"I'm going to fuck you, girl.  Just spread 'em and take it."
Giselle shrieked in laughter again, but opened herself for Marianne.  I 
lay beside them, trying not to laugh, as I watched Marianne begin 
thrusting into her.  Soon they were humping at each other, kissing 
passionately, rubbing their breasts together.  Marianne stayed deeply 
inside her, only withdrawing a few inches each time.  I wanted to join 
them, but I didn't know what to do until I got an idea about a minute 
into it.
I crawled around behind Marianne, who instantly realized what I wanted.
"Oh God, yes, fuck me."
I poked my erection between her buttocks, finding her wet sex between 
the straps.  She tried to spread herself as best she could, and I 
forced myself into her.  She moaned, pushing down at Giselle.
Now the three of us were all fucking each other, with Marianne trapped 
in the middle.  She began withdrawing as I did and let the force of my 
thrusts push her back into Giselle.  Pinned on the bottom, Giselle 
could do little but thrust up at us, but I could tell from her 
reactions how much she was getting off on this.
Soon we were all moaning and grinding back and forth at each other, the 
two girls kissing and groping at their breasts and buttocks.  Giselle 
got there first, thrashing and clawing up at us.  Marianne came next, 
arching her back and shuddering against me.  With two girls coming 
under me at once, I lost it rather quickly, spurting off as deeply into 
Marianne's belly as I could get.
I rolled off of them, but Marianne stayed on top of Giselle.  I lay 
there resting as the girls finally separated and giggled over what they 
had done.  Marianne took off the dildo, offering it to Giselle, but she 
wasn't interested in trying it on, at least tonight.  They started 
making out again, and I stayed out of it for now, watching them finally 
end up in a sixty-nine position, frantically licking and sucking at 
each other.  
By that time, I had gotten up again, and I crawled around behind 
Giselle.  Marianne looked up at me, grinning, and wiggled her tongue 
stud over Giselle's clit.  Then she extended her tongue into her 
friend, guiding me in.  I slid my dick along the stud, still marveling 
over how something so simple could feel so good.
The girls got each other off before I came myself.  Marianne wriggled 
out from under Giselle, and Giselle rolled over, letting me get on top 
of her.  Marianne climbed around to squat over Giselle's mouth, facing 
me, and commenced kissing me and tweaking my nipples as I finally 
finished myself off.  
The girls stayed in bed, but I got up to clean myself up and put on a 
robe, as I had a few things I wanted to do in my office before I went 
to sleep.  Hayley came home a few minutes later and stuck her head in 
the door.
"Hi."
"Hey.  You have fun?"
"Yeah."  She looked past me at the computer screen.  "What are you 
doing?"
"A little project I'm working on."
"Are you going to make us a lot of money?"
"Hopefully."
"Cool."
She kissed me good night and then went to bed.
This "project" of mine was not quite as little as I had led Hayley to 
believe.  A month or two ago, I had come across a stock I thought was 
badly undervalued.  The company owned the patent on what it claimed 
would be the next generation of Internet routers, and though its IPO 
had gone well initially, rising from 24 to 62, it had since fallen to 
just under 12.  After researching it, I kept thinking that something 
had to happen eventually.  When the stock bottomed out at 10 3/4 three 
weeks ago, I had quietly bought up almost a million dollars worth.  It 
was a significant chunk of my net worth, but I had been in the mood for 
a gamble lately.  I reflected that I might not be wearing gold chains, 
but hanging around all these young girls was still affecting my 
perspective.
I reviewed the performance of the stock over the last week, seeing that 
it had scarcely moved.  It had no reason to move yet, though; the 
company hadn't done anything different.  What I was hoping for was 
something out of left field.  So far it hadn't happened.
I shut off the computer and leaned back in my chair.  I had been so 
deep in thought that I hadn't realized that I could hear Marianne and 
Giselle talking in the bedroom through the air vent.
" . . . I just hope you realize how fucking lucky you are."
"Hey, I have my own problems, okay?  My life is not exactly a bowl of 
fucking cherries right now."
"I'm sorry.  That's not what I meant.  I didn't mean about your dad 
getting busted.  But you are pretty lucky to have someone like Steve to 
help you deal with it."
"Yeah, well, I know that."
"I'm not talking about all the stuff he's bought you, either.  How many 
guys do you know who are as cool as he is?  You know, I was serious 
about getting implants tonight before we talked about it.  You know how 
my dad and brother are always laughing at me for having little tits."
"I know.  That's pretty lame of them."
"My brother calls them 'tater tots,' and my dad just laughs at him.  
When I brought it up tonight, I half expected Steve to make a joke 
about it, you know?  Just because he's a guy."
"He'd never do that."
"But my dad is like that about everything with me.  He makes fun of me 
for wanting to go to college, you know?  He's always saying how I don't 
need an education, I just need to find some guy to knock me up and 
trick into marrying me.  He actually thinks that's funny.  Steve gives 
me a thousand bucks for college, and my dad gives me shit like that."
"Wow."
"I swear, the only goddamn thing in the world he cares about is whether 
my little brother gets a football scholarship.  Believe me, I'd move in 
here in a microsecond whether my dad got busted or not."
The whole world seemed to pause half a beat as that remark sank in.  I 
exhaled slowly, waiting for Marianne's response.  I hoped she would be 
able to handle it without hurting Giselle's feelings.  But then--
"So move in with us.  You're eighteen and we've got the room.  What the 
fuck are your parents going to do?"
* * *
Ch. 29 Codes: Mf, Mf, teen, oral, rom
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
I waited in my office until Giselle emerged to say good night.  She 
gave me a quick hug and a kiss on the cheek on her way out.
"Bye.  Thanks for dinner."
"See you later."
I checked on Hayley, seeing that her light was out, and only then went 
back into the bedroom.  Marianne was in bed in her nightshirt, 
inspecting her hair for split ends.  I put away my robe and brushed my 
teeth before joining her.
She rolled over next to me when I got in bed.
"What do you think of Giselle?"
I was too tired to play games.
"I overheard your conversation.  Somehow it drifted in through the air 
vent."
Her face paled a little, but she stayed put.
"And?"
"You're serious about this."
"Steve, she needs us.  You heard what she was saying about her father?"
"Yes, but--"
"If you'd ever met him, you would understand.  I mean he's not--"  She 
gulped and looked away from me.  "He may not have the same problems my 
father does, but he's not a very nice person.  He can really be mean 
sometimes.  Really, really mean.  I've seen him reduce Giselle to tears 
with some offhand remark.  And he's said nasty stuff to me too, trying 
to be funny.  You can probably guess what about."
"Your breasts?"
"Right.  Like, 'Hey honey, you ought to get some of what Marianne there 
is getting, then maybe you wouldn't still look like your brother.'  
Stuff like that.  It's no wonder she wants to get breast implants."
I sighed.
"I appreciate that.  But I am not running a home for wayward girls 
here.  You and Hayley are a special case.  It doesn't mean I can bring 
in the rest of you."
Her jaw began to vibrate.
"We have the room, don't we?"
"That isn't the point."
"You can't afford it?"
I gritted my teeth.
"I probably could.  But come on.  Look at what you're talking about.  
You want her to move out of her parents' house and in with us?  Before 
she's even out of high school?"
Her eyes darkened.
"I'm in the same place she is.  Do you have a problem with that?"
"No, but--"
"What?  She wants to do it.  She knows better than we do what her 
parents will do about it.  I'd like to help her out.  I mean, she's one 
of my best friends, and I care about her.  She's pretty responsible.  
She'd carry her part of the load.  She wouldn't be a burden.  And she 
has a job, I bet she'd kick in for the expenses."
I exhaled, staring at the ceiling.
"You really want this?"
She crawled onto my chest and set her chin on her arm.
"Is it that much of a problem?  She's eighteen.  It wouldn't be illegal 
or anything."
"What if her father shows up on our doorstep with a shotgun?"
"He won't."
For some reason, I started laughing.  How had I ended up in this 
situation, three gorgeous teenage girls wanting to live with me?  And I 
was trying to argue my way out of it.  For a good reason, I kept 
telling myself.
Marianne caressed my forehead.
"Please?  Couldn't we just try it?"
"What about Hayley?  You know she's in an emotionally fragile state 
right now."
"I'll talk to her.  But I bet she'll be okay with it.  She likes 
Giselle."
"Liking her and living with her are two different things.  But . . . I 
guess . . . see what she thinks.  Just make it clear that this is your 
idea, not ours.  I don't want her to feel outnumbered.  And don't lean 
on her about it, okay?"
"I won't.  I'll be nice, I promise."
Despite her resolve, Marianne did nothing the rest of the weekend, and 
I spent much of Monday at work wondering what she was about to 
precipitate.  I kept telling myself that this was insane, then I would 
think about the fifty million men in America who would probably leap at 
the chance to switch places with me.  
Okay.  Giselle was eighteen.  That at least wasn't an issue.  What 
about appearances?  This was beginning to look like I was accumulating 
a harem.  Except the girls didn't seem to care, and all of this was 
their idea.  I hadn't suggested any of it, right?  I wasn't coercing 
any of them.
Then we had Giselle's parents.  Her father might be a jerk, but I had a 
hard time thinking he wouldn't care about her moving in with me.  Then 
I had a thought: He wouldn't know the reality of it.  He didn't know 
that I had been sleeping with Giselle--that I had deflowered her, for 
Christ's sake--all he would know was that his daughter was moving in 
with her friend and her friend's boyfriend, taking one of their spare 
rooms.  From that perspective, it might not be enough to have him 
reaching for his shotgun.  If in fact he owned one.  This wasn't the 
same thing I had gone through with Elizabeth and Charles Mulcahey.
Maybe, just maybe, if Giselle was already trying to do things on her 
own (since she had a job, right?), and if her father was halfway 
serious about just wanting her married and out of his hair, her parents 
might be willing to put up with the situation.
The one wild card was Hayley.  If she seemed at all reluctant about it, 
I was going to veto the idea immediately.  I had too much of a 
responsibility to her, bordering on assuming her parentage.  I really 
felt like she needed my undivided attention right now, and bringing 
Giselle into the household was not going to help.
When I got home that night, I found Marianne in the den watching 
television.  She looked up at me but said nothing.  I bent to kiss her.
"Well?"
"I told her.  I can't tell what she thinks.  You should go talk to 
her."
I went upstairs and into Hayley's room.  She was lying on her bed 
staring out the window.  I sat beside her, and she sat up and hugged 
me.  She squirmed into my lap and laid her head on my chest.
"You understand that I'm very ambivalent about this idea.  It's 
something Marianne and Giselle thought up."
She nodded.
"If you're not 100% okay with it, it won't happen."
She took a slow breath.
"I like Giselle.  She's cool.  And I understand about her folks."
"None of which are necessarily reasons to have her move in with us."
"If she did . . . it would be just a roommate thing, right?  She'd take 
the room downstairs?"
"I think so."
"It wouldn't be like it is with us?  She wouldn't be . . . "  She 
paused, smiling.  "She wouldn't be one of your kittens, like me and 
Marianne?"
"No.  Absolutely not.  No one is going to take your place with me.  
Your spot is secure.  I like her, but I don't feel half of what I do 
for you."
She hugged me.
"I love you."
"I love you too, Little Kit."
She sat in my lap for another few moments.
"I guess it's okay.  I don't mind then."
"You're sure?"
She nodded, then got off my lap.  I kissed her forehead and then went 
to change out of my suit.  Marianne appeared a few minutes later.
"What did she say?"
"She's okay with it, provided it doesn't interfere in this little 
family arrangement we've got going right now.  Giselle cannot be equal 
to the two of you."
A serious look spread across Marianne's face, and she stepped up to me, 
putting her arms around my waist.
"No.  She most definitely is not going to be equal.  Now and then, I 
have no problem with her coming up here to fool around the way we have 
been doing.  But I am still number one no matter who else comes into 
this house."
"Yes."
"I am your girlfriend.  You have some special relationship with Hayley 
that I can't quite find a label for, but everything beyond that is just 
fun and games.  It's me, Hayley, and then everyone else."
"Absolutely."
"I like Giselle, but I don't love her like I love you and Hayley.  I 
told Hayley that, and I think she gets it.  I'm going to keep telling 
her so she doesn't get insecure."
"Good."
She smiled slyly.
"I don't mind creating some kind of harem thing here, but we have to 
have some ground rules.  I am the mama-san of this little cathouse, 
okay?"
I laughed.
"Or kitten-house.  I get it.  You're number one.  Don't ever worry 
about that."
A few days later, I came home to find Giselle moving into the guestroom 
downstairs with Marianne and Hayley helping her.  She had brought along 
a suitcase and two big cardboard boxes, which proved to be her entire 
set of belongings.
I got a beer from the refrigerator and took a long swig to calm my 
nerves, listening to the girls chattering about how to set up Giselle's 
room.
I stepped into the doorway, and Hayley came over to hug me.  Giselle 
gave me a weary smile.
"Thanks.  I really appreciate this.  I know it must be a lot to take."
I shook my head.
"How did you manage it?  Did you just walk out?"
"Um, no."
She glanced at Marianne, who sat back on the bed, brushing her hair 
over her head the way she always did when she wanted to gather her 
thoughts.
"Her folks don't know yet.  She and I went over to her house this 
afternoon before anyone got home and packed up her stuff.  She just 
left them a note."
"Oh."
"They don't know exactly where we are.  So it's not like her dad will 
be storming over here."
Thank God my phone number is unlisted, I thought.
"But what do you expect them to do?"
Giselle shrugged.
"I don't know.  I guess we'll see."
That night, when everyone was in bed, I went around the first floor to 
check all the doors and windows the way I normally did before turning 
in.  Giselle was in the downstairs bathroom, and she came into the 
kitchen as I was getting a drink of water.  She wore long flannel 
pajamas, and her hair was tied back with a scrunchie.
"You settling in all right?"
She nodded, leaning against the counter across from me.
"I want to say something, just so we're clear."
"Okay."
"I know we have a history, okay?  Whatever else I ever do, you're the 
guy I gave my virginity to.  That does mean something to me, but I want 
you to understand that I'm not here to disrupt your relationship with 
Marianne.  Or with Hayley.  I don't ever want to do that.  You guys 
really have something special, and it would kill me to bust that up.  I 
don't want to get in the way.  If it ever gets like that, I'll go.  
I'll get out ASAP."
"I think we should be all right.  Marianne and I have talked about it.  
It's Hayley you ought to worry a little bit more about.  She's still 
having problems because of what happened with her folks."
"I know.  Whatever I have to do, I will."
"Thanks."
I bent forward and kissed her on the forehead.
"Go to bed."
She giggled a little and went to her room.  When I crawled into bed and 
turned out the lights, Marianne reached for me under the covers.  I 
thought at first she just wanted to snuggle, but when she reached into 
my shorts, I realized she wanted something more.  
I pulled off her nightshirt, and she slithered under the sheets to 
remove my boxers.  I felt her mouth enveloping my dick and the stud in 
her tongue going to work.  She quickly had me erect, and she kept up a 
slow, steady massage against the underside of my erection, moving the 
stud in broad circles over the head.  I finally had to pull her off, 
and she crawled onto my chest, straddling me.  I reached between us to 
make the connection and sank slowly into her wetness.
She lay on my chest, moving slowly up and down.  I caressed her smooth 
buttocks, reaching around to feel myself going into her.  Then she 
lifted up a little and kissed me.
"Are you happy?"
I pushed up at her slowly.
"Hmm?"
"It's a simple question," she said softly.  "Are you happy?"
"When I'm making love with you, you have to ask me this?"
She giggled, pushing back down at me and squeezing me gently.
"I mean in general."
"Yes.  Very happy.  I have you; I have Hayley.  I just want you two to 
be happy too.  If you're happy, I'm happy."
She rocked her hips against me gently, moaning.
"I am.  Most of the time.  I'm dealing with my dad.  The therapy is 
really helping.  I think it's helping Hayley, too.  But I still miss my 
mom.  I wish she was closer."
I pulled her down and kissed her softly.  She continued rocking herself 
against me, and I reached up to caress her full breasts, moving my 
fingers over her stiff nipples.
"I know.  I understand."
"I could go to school with her.  If I got in.  But then I'd have to 
leave you."
Marianne had applied to U.C., and I knew she had picked Santa Cruz as 
one of her potential campus choices, though it wasn't at the top of her 
list.
"We could move."
She froze.  She didn't say anything for a second or two.  In the 
darkness, I couldn't read the look on her face above me.
"Do you mean that?"
"I can do what I do from just about anywhere.  The company might not be 
happy about it, but I think they would let me."
She dropped down and hugged me tightly.
"Thanks."
"That's the future.  We'll talk about it later."
She giggled, moving her hips again.
"Right.  Later."
Giselle's attempt to avoid her parents lasted all of about eighteen 
hours.  Her father was waiting for her at school the next morning, and 
they went straight into a meeting with a counselor.  Marianne called at 
lunch to fill me in, informing me that the school had declined to get 
involved, citing the fact that Giselle was no longer a minor.  
"I'm betting that he's going to follow us home, though.  So, if you 
think you could, it might help if you came home early.  We have 
cheerleading practice after last period, but we should get home around 
four."
"Okay.  I'll see you then."
I left the office at three-thirty, getting home just before four.  No 
one was home, so I changed out of my suit, not wanting to look any 
older than I really was.  At four-o-five I heard the garage door going 
up.  I opened the garage door to see Marianne's Bug pulling into the 
third space.  Giselle was in the passenger seat.  Out on the street, 
her father was pulling up in his car.  I stepped into the garage, but 
Giselle was already getting out of the car to face her father.
I came up behind Marianne, who stood in the garage doorway.  Giselle 
stood a few feet away from us as her father came stalking up the 
driveway.  He was not a large man, in fact he looked an inch or two 
shorter than she was, and he wore jeans and a knit shirt with "Sears" 
stitched over the breast.
"Daddy, go away.  I'm not your responsibility anymore."
"You're going to get in that car right now, young lady."
"No."
He stepped up to her, trying to grab her arm, but she evaded her grasp.
"Let go of me!  Go away!"
He finally seemed to notice me, and he gave Marianne and me a quick 
appraisal.
"And just what are you getting yourself into here?"
"I'm just renting her a room," I said.  "But I'm becoming inclined to 
ask you to get off my property."
"Not without my daughter."
"Daddy, I left because you don't give a shit about me anymore.  All you 
care about is Phillip and his goddamned football scholarship."
He glared at her, fuming, but she went on before he could say anything.
"Can you name a single one of my friends besides Marianne?  Do you pay 
attention to anything I do?  Has it ever gotten through to you that I 
really do want to go to college?  How much it hurts to listen you talk 
about my future as if all it adds up to is getting pregnant?"
Giselle had started to cry in the midst of this tirade, and she wiped 
the tears out of her eye now.
"Fuck you!  You want to know something else about me?  I'm a lesbian!  
I've been fucking girls for six months now.  I bet you never even 
noticed, did you?"
Her father's eyebrows shot up, and he lost a step or two back down the 
driveway.
"That's right.  Your daughter's a dyke.  A lesbo.  So no one's ever 
going to get me pregnant."
He stepped further away from her, panting for breath.  He glanced at 
me, then back at his daughter, who stood there sobbing into her hand.  
Marianne went to her, pulling her into the garage, and the two of them 
went inside.  Her father's eyes went unfocused, and he looked dizzily 
around the front yard.
"I think you should probably go now," I said.
To my surprise, he nodded slowly and walked unsteadily back to his car.  
He got inside and drove away.  I watched him go with a distinct feeling 
that we would never see him again.
I found the girls inside.  Giselle lay on her bed crying, and Marianne 
sat next to her trying to comfort her.  Giselle calmed down in a few 
minutes, and then began laughing weakly through her tears.
"I think that should do it."
"The lesbian bit, you mean?" I asked.
She nodded.
"My dad is like . . . the poster-boy for heterosexual panic.  He won't 
be able to think straight for a week."
"I'm sorry."
"He was going to find out sooner or later.  Might as well tell him 
now."
I left the girls together after that and went to my office to finish up 
on the things I had bailed out on at work.  Hayley got home about ten 
minutes later, and I listened to them talking down below.  Then she 
came up to my office, still wearing her uniform from practice.
"Hey."
"Little Kit."
She sat on the corner of my desk.
"They told me what happened.  That was pretty lame.  I feel sorry for 
Giselle."
"Yeah."
"So I guess she's here for good now."
"Looks like it.  Still sure you're okay with this?"
She nodded.
"I'm getting used to it.  It's kind of like a slumber party."  She 
giggled.  "Plus sex."
"Right."
Giselle insisted on making dinner that night, and the other two girls 
did the dishes.  After that, they watched television or did their 
homework while I puttered around in my office.  Hayley reappeared just 
after ten-thirty in her pajamas.  She hung on the door jam, letting her 
blonde hair swing around her shoulders.
"Steve?  Would you spend the night with me tonight?"
"Sure."
She smiled.
"Thanks.  I'll be waiting."
"Give me a few minutes."
Marianne apparently knew about this idea, and I kissed her good night 
before heading for Hayley's room.  Her door was shut, so I knocked 
gently.
"Come in."
Her lights were off, but enough moonlight came through her blinds to 
illuminate the room.  She was under the covers, waiting for me.  I 
slipped into bed with her, and she snuggled against me.  I quickly 
realized that she was naked already.  No real surprise there.
We kissed and fondled each other for a few minutes, and I soon found 
myself suckling her big breasts.  She had almost the same shape to her 
that Marianne did, just slightly smaller.  She sighed quietly as I 
worked her nipples back and forth with my tongue, getting one, then the 
other, standing up in damp arousal.
I reached down and found her belly ring, giving it a light tweak.  She 
giggled, hugging me, and I reached further down to the prickly nest 
between her thighs.  When I began to play with her, she pulled me up to 
kiss me, shivering and biting at my tongue when I tweaked her clit.
Her hand found my erection.  She stroked me softly as I masturbated 
her, gnawing on my shoulder.  She was soon warm and wet against my 
fingers, and I slipped one into her.  She gasped, squeezing my hard-on 
tightly.  I pushed my middle finger all the way into her, pulling it 
back against her clit.  I worked my palm against her sex for a minute 
or two before she shivered against me in orgasm.
The tension gradually left her body, and she rolled onto my chest as I 
lay on my back beside her.  Her hand had remained on my erection, and 
she slid under the sheets to take me in her mouth.  Her technique was 
not as expert as her sister's, but she clearly enjoyed what she was 
doing, and that was enough for me.  I pulled her up after a few minutes 
and rolled her on her back.  She pulled me on top of her, and I 
penetrated her slowly.
I bottomed out inside her, enjoying the warmth and tightness for a 
moment.  I looked down at her, realizing that she was staring up at me.
"Steve?"
"What, baby?"
"Do you really believe me when I tell you I love you?"
I just--I think--barely managed to prevent her from sensing my shock at 
such a question.  She might have felt my erection suddenly weakening 
inside her, but I hoped she wasn't paying attention.
"I believe you, honey."
"Do you promise?"
"I do."
"I'm sixteen now.  I'm not a kid.  I think I know what's love and what 
isn't.  I've had crushes before.  This isn't a crush, okay?  I really 
love you."
I kissed her as firmly as I could.
"I believe you, Little Kit.  And I love you, too."
And, I realized as I answered her, I meant it.  Something in her voice 
just then had convinced me.  As we began to make love again, losing 
ourselves in each other, one small part of my mind tried to reflect on 
this development.  Having someone genuinely in love with you was 
nothing to lament, I thought, even under these circumstances.  Maybe 
even if--but no, I thought.  I'm not going there.  I won't cheapen her 
like that.  She deserved better than to have me try to psychoanalyze 
her feelings, not when I was making love to her, for God's sake, not 
when she was shuddering in orgasm underneath me, holding me tightly and 
gasping against my shoulder.  
Not when, on the brink of orgasm myself, I realized I would kill anyone 
who tried to hurt her.  I would hunt them to the ends of the earth.
Just take it for what it is, I thought.  She loves me.  That should be 
enough.
* * *
Ch. 30 Codes: Mf, fff, Mfff, teen, oral, semi-inc, light bdsm
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER THIRTY
Whatever Giselle's parents were thinking, neither of them showed up at 
the house again.  Giselle settled in as well as could be expected, and 
my concerns about worsening Hayley's mood proved unfounded.  She didn't 
improve, mind you--but neither did she get any worse.  I did my best to 
make sure she knew we all cared about her, and I kept telling myself 
that it would simply take time.  She might have been on the cusp of 
womanhood (sixteen was older nowadays than it had been when I was her 
age), but she had undergone a couple of major upheavals, and it was 
unrealistic not to expect her to be affected.
Marianne fell happily into her role as the "mama-san" of the household, 
taking over some of Elizabeth's responsibilities toward Hayley and 
working to keep everything running smoothly.  Giselle, for her part, 
carried her end of the load.  Recognizing that it was important for her 
self-esteem, I accepted the twenty-five bucks a week she insisted on 
giving me out of her salary from working at a nearby pharmacy.  It 
might have been lunch money for me, but it meant something to her, so I 
took it.
A couple of weeks later, Hayley asked me to come to a pep rally at 
their school to watch her cheer.  The school's basketball team had just 
made the playoffs, and both squads would be there.  So Friday morning, 
I took a couple of hours off and drove over to their school.
I wasn't sure what to expect, but when I got to the gym, I saw a small 
group of parents sitting at one end of the bleachers.  I found a seat 
near the top.  Luckily, Giselle's father didn't appear to be there.
The J.V. squad came out first, and Hayley led them in a series of 
cheers, doing their best to rev up the students.  I noticed her smiling 
at me a few times, and when they were done, she gave me a little wave.  
Marianne and the varsity girls came out next, and as she was leading 
the squad in a cheer, I had a sudden flashback to my own high school 
days.  Sitting on a bleacher much like this one, forlornly watching 
Beth Dunbar dance and prance around our gym.  Knowing that my feelings 
for her were pathetic and pathetically unrequited, but unable to 
control them.  I didn't know what to call it now--irony, poetic 
justice, or coincidence--but here I sat having both her daughters madly 
in love with me and eagerly climbing into my bed.
I wondered, not for the first time, if I should ever tell Marianne the 
whole truth.  I wanted to, simply because I didn't like keeping secrets 
from her, but I had no idea how she would react.  A sister-sister trio 
appeared to be no big deal to her.  Mother-daughter would probably be 
something else, even if I had never so much as laid a finger on Beth 
Dunbar, on her shiny Marcia Brady hair and her overloaded sweaters.  I 
had *wanted* to, that and so much more, and that might be the important 
element to Marianne.
I came out of my retrospection to realize that someone nearby was 
glaring at me.  It took me a moment or two to recognize him: Randy, 
Marianne's ex-boyfriend, who sat a few rows down.  He maintained the 
glare for another second or two, then looked away.
When the pep rally finally broke up, Marianne gave me a wink and ran 
off with the other cheerleaders.  She and Hayley knew better than to 
approach me in front of everyone--we had discussed the importance of 
discretion--so I wasn't disappointed with their limited attentions.  I 
filed out of the gym with the parents and student and went back to 
work.
I had a very demanding job, and I normally ate lunch at my desk, even 
on days when I hadn't spent two hours out of the office on personal 
business.  I was buried in a pile of SEC disclosures and due diligence 
reports around twelve-fifteen when my intercom buzzed.
"Yeah?"
"Steve, there's a Tiffany Michaels here to see you."
Whoa, I thought.  Some kind of emergency?
"Send her back."
Tiffany appeared in my office about a minute later.  She wore jeans and 
a spandex cowl-neck T-shirt, but more importantly she also wore a sly 
grin that eased my concern, whatever she was doing here in the middle 
of the day.  She closed the door behind her.
"Hi, Steve."
"Tiff.  Dare I ask what you're doing here this time of day?"
"I'm here on orders from your girlfriend."
My jaw dropped slightly.
"Oh."
"I asked her to give me something really wild and daring to do.  A 
slave thing, you know?  So she told me to come here and give you a bj.  
And I have to carry your cum back to school in my mouth and show it to 
her afterwards."
I gulped.
"I'm pretty busy here."
She stepped around my desk and pushed her way between my thighs.
"I'll be quick."
Not waiting for anything else, she dropped to her knees and unzipped my 
slacks.  I glanced at the door, then at the windows to my office.  I 
had a big corner suite with floor-to-ceiling windows, but thankfully 
the outside was heavily polarized.  My real concern was someone walking 
in on this.
Tiffany found my dick and sucked it into her mouth.  I was completely 
limp at first, still half in shock, but she went to work getting me up.  
I leaned back in my chair and put my hands on her head.  As I began to 
erect, she worked on me more purposefully, long smooth strokes to the 
back of her throat, holding it there until she started to gag, then 
dragging her teeth over the underside as she withdrew.  Up and down she 
went like that for several minutes.  She held the base of my erection 
with one hand and played with my balls with the other.  
As she felt me growing close, she began doing a little dance and 
flutter over the head with her tongue, spinning it around, then 
plunging back down as far as she could go.  I groaned, my hands turning 
to fists in her hair. She withdrew a little, holding just the head 
between her lips and tongue, and began sucking and bobbing rapidly.  
This eager lingual massage soon had me on the brink.  I gasped, 
convulsing in my chair, and spurted off into her mouth.  She sucked it 
up as it came, pumping out the last bits with her fist.  
She leaned back, smiling, and returned my deflating dick to my pants.  
She zipped me up and stood.
"Thanks," I gasped.  She smiled as best she could with a mouthful of 
semen, gave me a little wave, and left.
I had caught my breath after a few minutes and tried to get back to 
work.  At two-fifty, my intercom buzzed again.
"Marianne," the receptionist said.   She knew about our relationship, 
just not how young my girlfriend really was.  I picked up the phone.
"Hey."
"Did you like your little present?"
I laughed softly.
"You could say that."
"She was jonesing for me really hard this morning, you know, doing her 
slave flirting thing.  She wanted me to give her something daring to 
do.  So I thought of you."
"Did she really go all the way back to school with, um  . . ."
She giggled.
"Yep.  I told her to come back with a mouthful of cum or it didn't 
count.  I don't know how she managed to do it, but she did.  That was 
her lunch today.  That and a Diet Coke.  She didn't get back in time 
for anything else."
"Jesus."
"She had fun.  She really gets off on this stuff."
"I've noticed."
"I'll let you go.  I've got to get to class.  I love you."
"You too, Kitten."
I got home that night to find the three girls making dinner.  I kissed 
each one in turn and got myself a beer from the fridge.  Marianne 
looked up from the salad she was making.
"Babe?  You know that our Spring Break is in a week, don't you?"
"You're going up to see your mother.  There's no discussion about 
that."
"I know, but you're coming with us, right?"
"You need some quality time with your mom.  I don't want to get in the 
way of that."
She and Hayley looked at me entreatingly.  
"Babe, you know she lives in the dorm," Marianne went on.  "We can't 
stay with her.  We have to get a hotel room anyway.  Can't you just 
come with us, just to be there?  You won't have to do anything."
"Clear it with your mom first.  And don't lean on her about it."
"I already did.  She doesn't mind.  She wants to see you too.  I called 
up there and found us a room near the campus."
"I can stay here and housesit," Giselle said.  "I won't, like, throw a 
party or anything."
"Okay.  I guess that will work."
Marianne and Hayley both smiled.
"Thanks."
After dinner, I called the hotel Marianne had found and got a suite 
with enough room for all three of us.  I also called Elizabeth to touch 
base, and she assured me that she didn't mind having me up there.  I 
wondered how she had gotten to this apparent friendliness from 
initially wanting to castrate me.  It occurred to me that it might be 
some form of rationalization, since having me in her daughters' lives 
allowed her to free herself from hers and pursue a long-suppressed 
desire.  Then again, she might just like me after all.
That Friday, I returned home to find Marianne, Hayley, and Tiffany 
lounging around the den watching television.
"Where's Giselle?"
"She and Ashley went out," Marianne said.  "What do you feel like 
doing?"
"I'm a little punchy.  I'd rather just hang out at home tonight."
"That's cool," Hayley said.  "We couldn't decide what to do either."
"Wanna order a pizza?" Marianne asked.
"Sure.  Go for it."
I went upstairs to change clothes, and when I returned, Marianne and 
Hayley hadn't moved, but Tiffany was on the floor in front of the TV 
set, poking through the adult videos.  She looked up when I came in, 
face tinged ever so slightly with embarrassment.
"Porno night?" I asked.
"Could we?"
"I'm down with it," Marianne said.  "Pick something out."
I squatted down next to Tiffany and rooted through the collection.  
Given her predilections, I had an idea about what might be good 
tonight.  Buried in the back, as I hadn't watched it in years, was 
Andrew Blake's "House of Dreams," a random, artsy exploration of BDSM.
I put in the tape and sat down on the couch between Marianne and 
Hayley.  Marianne pulled me back to lie against her chest, and Hayley 
lay back against me.  Tiffany took the chair across the room as the 
tape started.
The movie was framed as long dream sequence, with the main female 
character moving from one kinky encounter to the next, fantasizing 
about being both a Domme and a sub.  Marianne and Hayley found it 
amusing, Hayley more than Marianne, but Tiffany was positively 
transfixed.  I nudged Marianne about a third of the way through.  She 
smiled and hugged me.
"Knew it," she said softly.
The pizza arrived while the movie was still going, and we ate as we 
watched the rest of it.  It finally ended just before nine.
Marianne sat up behind me and stretched.  She turned slowly toward 
Tiffany and leered.
"Did you like that, slave?"
Tiffany glanced over at us, and though she was already very turned on, 
I could see the aroused flush on her chest deepening.
"Yes."
"Go get into uniform.  I need you tonight."
Tiffany practically jumped off the chair and went for her purse.  She 
carried it into the downstairs bathroom and shut the door.  Hayley 
watched her leave and then looked back at us, eyes wide with 
fascination.
"What is she doing?"
"You'll see.  Do you want her?"
Hayley quivered very slightly.
"You mean--"
"Do you want her to fuck you?  Eat you out?  Something like that?  She 
will if I tell her to."
Hayley gulped.
"Um.  Sure."
"Get up.  Stand over there."
Hayley got off the couch and stood in the center of the room.  Tiffany 
emerged a few moments later, having stripped completely naked.  She 
wore nothing but the nipple clips, her clit leash, and a deeply aroused 
flush.
She came up to the couch, but Marianne waved her off.
"Give your leash to Hayley."
She did.
"Now undress her."
Tiffany helped Hayley out of her clothes, and Hayley was soon as naked 
as she was.  She grinned at us nervously, then turned to Tiffany.
"Eat me."
Tiffany dropped to her knees in front of her.  Hayley spread her legs a 
few inches, and Tiffany reached up to take Hayley's butt in her hands.
Marianne and I lay together, watching Tiffany's tongue working busily 
in Hayley's blonde pussy.  Hayley was soon groping at Tiffany's head 
and moaning, rocking her hips back and forth.  Tiffany was short enough 
that she had to tip her head back to get her tongue in position, and 
that gave us a perfect view of what she was doing.
We watched for a few minutes as Hayley grew closer and closer to 
orgasm.  The scent of arousal, Hayley's and Tiffany's, was thick in the 
air, as thick as Hayley's ragged breathing.  Marianne squirmed under 
me, and I sat up.  She wriggled out of her top, then her jeans, and got 
to her feet.
Hayley cried out, legs buckling, holding Tiffany's face tightly against 
her sex.  She shook in orgasm for as long as she could stand it before 
staggering backwards and collapsing into the armchair behind her.  
Tiffany smiled, wiping her mouth quickly, and looked toward Marianne.
"My turn.  Come here."
Tiffany turned around and crawled up in front of Marianne.  Marianne 
stepped forward over her mouth, and Tiffany was soon back to work.
I stood and removed my clothes, watching Marianne groping at her 
breasts, hanging her head back and gasping at what Tiffany was doing.  
I glanced at Hayley, who was resting in the armchair, watching them 
languidly.
Tiffany's tongue was blur against Marianne's clit and labia, and she 
brought her to orgasm in a only a minute or two.  Marianne struggled to 
remain standing, gripping Tiffany's hair in her hands, refusing to let 
her stop.  Finally she jerked away, lost her balance, and dropped 
unsteadily to the floor.
"Shit.  Shit."
Tiffany glanced at me, grinning at what she had done and waiting to see 
what I wanted.  I had a feeling that Marianne had some kind of script 
in mind, so I stayed where I was.  I could see between Tiffany's thighs 
from where I stood, and she looked so wet and turned on that she was 
probably dripping onto the carpet.
Hayley slid to the floor and crawled up next to Tiffany, sitting back 
on her ankles as Tiffany was doing.  She ran her fingers through 
Tiffany's hair a few times, then leaned forward to kiss her.  Tiffany 
let her, not moving, but returning the kiss.  Hayley leaned further 
forward, pushing Tiffany onto her back, and crawled above her.
She broke the kiss after a few more seconds, and slid down to suckle at 
Tiffany's pierced nipples.  Tiffany moaned softly and put her arms over 
Hayley.  
Marianne rose up on her knees and slithered over in front of me.
"Having fun?"
"Always."
She took my erection in one hand and pulled it to her mouth.  She 
sucked on me rapidly, tormenting me mercilessly with that damned stud 
in her tongue.  She looked up at me the entire time, watching my 
reaction to what she was doing.  I had to grit my teeth and tighten the 
muscles in my legs to keep from losing my balance.
Behind her, Hayley had descended between Tiffany's thighs, and was now 
doing her best to return the favor.  Her tongue fluttered slowly but 
steadily over Tiffany's bald sex, flicking at the stud, pushing it back 
and forth.  Tiffany was writhing on her back, pinching and pulling on 
the studs in her nipples.
Marianne suddenly withdrew.
"Go fuck her."
"Who?"
"Hayley.  Right now."
She pushed me toward her sister and then crawled over toward Tiffany.  
As I positioned myself behind Hayley and slipped between her firm 
thighs, Marianne threw her leg over Tiffany's head and squatted down on 
her mouth.
Thus I got to watch this daisy chain in front of me as I thrust into 
Hayley, Hayley eating Tiffany, Tiffany eating Marianne while still 
punishing her nipples with her fingers.  Marianne was facing me, and 
her eyes bored into mine, trying to join with me through the bodies 
between us.  Hayley was soon bucking back at me, and Tiffany began to 
thrash between the two blondes.  She shrieked and came hard, but only 
broke her rhythm eating Marianne for a few seconds.  I felt Hayley's 
fingers brushing my balls as she played with herself.
Marianne suddenly leaned forward over Tiffany, pushing her head down 
next to Hayley's.  The two girls were now eating Tiffany in unison, two 
tongues thrashing at her clit from different directions.  It only 
lasted a few more seconds though, before Marianne reared back again, 
gripping her big breasts, and came all over Tiffany's face.  
That was too much for me, and I cried out myself, pounding Hayley's 
butt from behind.  I shuddered, spurting off inside her, just as I felt 
her coming around me.  I pushed her forward onto Tiffany as I coasted 
down, and Marianne leaned forward to kiss me.  She frenched me deeply 
for a few seconds before giggling.
"That was fun."
I could only grunt at her.  I pulled out of Hayley and rolled over onto 
my back.  Marianne flopped down next to me.  I watched as Tiffany 
pulled Hayley up to her mouth and lapped up the cum that was oozing 
down her thighs.  When she had it all, she dug her tongue into Hayley, 
seeking the rest of it.  Hayley giggled, shivering over her.  
Marianne leaned over to whisper to me, smiling.
"Tiff is under standing orders not to let your cum go to waste.  If you 
don't come in her mouth, she's supposed to clean it up from wherever 
you did."
I laughed softly, watching her work. When she was done, Hayley flopped 
over and lay across my chest.  Tiffany got up and went to get a bottle 
of water from the refrigerator, which we then passed around.  The 
satisfied grin on Tiffany's face told me more or less what I needed to 
know, that whatever she was getting out of this weird relationship with 
Marianne, she was clearly enjoying herself.
Marianne stood up and stretched.
"Let's go upstairs."
The rest of us got up and followed her up to the master suite.  I lay 
down on the bed watching them, and Hayley sat next to me.  Tiffany 
stood in the center of the room awaiting instructions.  Marianne seemed 
to have something in mind, so I stayed where I was.
She motioned to Tiffany, who dropped to her knees and closed with my 
girlfriend.  Marianne reached down to caress Tiffany's head as she 
began eating her again.  A little tremor ran through Marianne's body, 
but she remained where she was, smiling at me.  
Suddenly she stepped back.
"Go get on the bed, on your hands and knees next to Steve."
Tiffany complied at once, climbing onto the mattress and kneeling on 
all fours.  Marianne came around the side and lay down, reversing 
herself next to Tiffany.  Getting the point, Tiffany crawled above her 
so they were in a sixty-nine position.  The two of them immediately 
began eating each other.
I glanced at Hayley, who was just grinning in amusement, then back at 
Tiffany.  I lay on my side to watch her eating Marianne.  She pulled 
her hair around to clear my view and positioned herself so I could see.  
Her tongue spun and fluttered around Marianne's clit, and she used a 
free finger to fuck her gently.  I couldn't see what Marianne was 
doing, but she had her hands up on Tiffany's butt, holding her closely.
A minute or two of this show was enough to restore my erection.  I 
pulled on Marianne's legs, trying to get the two girls diagonal on the 
bed.  Marianne seemed to know what I had in mind, and she squirmed over 
a few feet.  Tiffany moved with her.  I crawled up between Marianne's 
legs, and Tiffany took my cock and guided it into Marianne.  I twisted 
myself to the side to allow Tiffany room to continue what she was 
doing.  Marianne let out a groan from between Tiffany's thighs as I 
slipped into her.
I had forgotten about Hayley until she jumped off the bed, giggling, 
and ran into the dressing area.  I had no idea what she was up to, and 
I was too distracted from the feel of Marianne around me (not to 
mention the sight of Tiffany licking busily away at the pussy I was 
fucking) to think much about it.
About a minute later, Hayley reappeared, and I let out a laugh.  She 
was wearing the strap-on dildo, and she climbed onto the bed at the 
opposite end.  I heard Marianne laughing, but she helped Hayley slip 
the dildo into Tiffany.
Now I was fucking Marianne, Hayley was fucking Tiffany, and Tiffany and 
Marianne were frantically eating each other.  I grabbed Marianne's 
buttocks, lifting her up as I thrust at her, and Hayley vigorously 
pumped Tiffany's ass, making her head bump against my abdomen.  
Watching this perverse scene in front of me was too much, and I rapidly 
lost myself in the sights and sensations.  Marianne began thrashing in 
orgasm not long into it, and Tiffany joined her moments later.  I 
looked up at Hayley, whose face was fogged in arousal.  She seemed on 
the brink of orgasm herself, and a second later I saw why.  Marianne 
had one hand up between Hayley's legs, obviously fingering her as she 
fucked Tiffany.  Hayley and I stared at each other as we neared our 
release, and when she cried out, pounding Tiffany's buttocks, I groaned 
out loud and poured myself into her sister.
One by one, we fell away from this mass coupling.  Tiffany moved up the 
bed, crawling around between Marianne's thighs to lap up the cum that 
oozed out of her.  Marianne lay motionless on her back as Tiffany 
licked and probed at her sex, holding one hand on Tiffany's head.  But 
when my cum had all disappeared into Tiffany's mouth and she slowed her 
attentions and tried to withdraw, Marianne stopped her.  Getting the 
point, Tiffany went instantly back to work.  Marianne whimpered, 
pulling her closer, and after a minute or two of rapid tongue-lashing, 
she lifted off the bed one last time in orgasm. 
We rested for a few minutes, laughing over what Hayley had done with 
the strap-on.  The girls eventually got dressed, and I went in to kiss 
Hayley good night while Marianne showed Tiffany out.  
"That was a lot of fun," she said.
"You doing better?  Not so sad anymore?"
She nodded slightly.
"I still miss my mom."
"We're going up to see her next week.  You'll have all the time with 
her you want."
"I know.  Thanks for coming with us."
"How are things at school?  Giselle mentioned a while back that you're 
getting some teasing because of our living arrangements."
She looked away from, shrugging.
"It's no big.  I can deal with it."
"You know I'm around whenever you need me."
"Yeah.  Thanks."
I kissed her and went back into the master bedroom.  Marianne was lying 
in bed with a conflicted look on her face.
"Something up?"
She didn't look at me right away.  Then she rolled on her side to face 
me.
"I'm having an 'X-Files' moment.  But I should have expected this."
"Something bad?"
"That depends on your perspective.  It's . . . a complication more than 
a problem.  It's kind of neat in a way.  But it's still a 
complication."
"Enough.  Spill it."
She sighed.
"Tiffany . . . just now, on the way out . . . she told me she loved 
me."
Now I got it.
"Oh."
"Right.  Not friend-love, you understand.  Love-love.  'I want to jump 
your bones for the next fifty years'-kind of love."
"She meant it?"
"I saw it in her eyes.  She meant it.  I guess this little mistress-
slave thing we have going has really gotten to her.  I think I've 
pushed some serious buttons inside her with it."
"How did it happen?  What did you tell her?"
"We were just at the front door, and I was going, 'I'll call you 
tomorrow' or something, and she took my hand and squeezed it.  Then she 
looks at me all puppy-dog eyed and says, 'I love you.'  I was in shock 
at first.  She knew she had caught me by surprise, so I don't think she 
was hurt by that.  But what *could* I tell her?  Of course I told her I 
loved her too."
"Do you?"
She rolled on her back and exhaled in frustration.
"God.  As if I don't already have to divide my emotions between you and 
Hayley and Giselle.  I certainly love her in a best-friend, I've-known-
you-since-grade-school kind of way.  Beyond that . . . I don't know.  
This routine we've gotten into is a lot of fun, and I enjoy being with 
her.  God knows I don't want to hurt her.  But love . . . that's a 
whole different story.  I've never been in love with a girl.  How do I 
even know if I am?"
"I don't know if it's significantly different than loving someone of 
the opposite sex.  Not that I have any experience at it myself."
"But you know what love is, right?"
"Love, to me, is a willingness to take direct action to place someone 
else's happiness above your own.  To make real sacrifices for their 
sake.  It's not just a bundle of feelings."
She smiled.
"That's how I know you love me and Hayley."  She laughed softly.  "And 
I guess that works for Tiffany loving me.  I don't know.  I need to 
think about this."
"But it doesn't bother you?"
"No.  Why should it?  Like I said, it's kind of neat.  I just need to 
decide what I'm feeling."
I hugged her.
"Okay.  Sleep on it."
She stayed in my arms, and I turned out the light a few minutes later.
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Ch. 31 Codes: Mf, teen, oral
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Spring Break began a week later.  After school that Friday, we left 
Giselle in charge of the house and drove up the coast to Santa Cruz.  
This was Spring Break week for U.C. as well, and the roads were clogged 
with students fleeing both the campus near our house and the one in 
Santa Cruz.  I had gotten us a room in a resort in the hills above the 
city, overlooking Monterey Bay.  
We checked in just before seven and called Elizabeth from the room.  
She was going to meet us for dinner in the main building, and the girls 
spent the next half-hour or so getting ready.  I could tell from their 
excited chatter and concern over their look for the evening that they 
were really looking forward to this, and I had to stifle a sensation of 
guilt.  But was I really keeping them away from Elizabeth?  This crazy 
living arrangement of ours was her damned idea.
When we reached the lobby, Elizabeth was already there waiting for us.  
The girls ran to her with a squeal, and the three of them hugged each 
other tightly.  I came up more slowly behind them, not wanting to 
intrude.  They hugged and kissed and clucked over each other for about 
ten or fifteen seconds before finally letting go.  Elizabeth put out 
her hand.  I extended mine, and she squeezed it.
"How are you, Steve?"
"Good.  You?"
"Wonderful.  It's so good to see you guys."
Hayley and Marianne each took one of her hands, and we walked toward 
the restaurant.  I had made reservations, and we were soon seated at a 
corner table overlooking the bay.
For most of the dinner, the women were engrossed in each other, and I 
stayed out of it.  Marianne was clearly happy to see her mother, but it 
was Hayley who displayed the most dramatic change, beaming and giggling 
and laughing about everything they talked about.  I thought again about 
my suggestion to Marianne.  About moving up here.  Marianne wasn't the 
one who really needed this; it was Hayley who was simply too young to 
be separated from her mother.  Marianne was on the verge of going to 
college herself, and absent my involvement, would probably have moved 
out fairly soon anyway.  
It would be a big step.  I had understated the effect that moving would 
have on my job.  I would, most likely, have to leave the firm I was 
with, or at the very least change my relationship with them.  I was not 
quite wealthy enough yet to retire, not the way I wanted to.  And the 
nice real estate in this area was not cheap.  But--I kept coming back 
to the feeling that I owed it to Marianne and Hayley.  God knew they 
had given enough of themselves to me.
We stayed at the restaurant very late and then wandered aimlessly 
around the hotel grounds.  Only when Elizabeth insisted that she was 
exhausted and needed to sleep did the girls agree to let her go home.  
We made plans to get together the next morning and then went up to the 
room.
I had, at Marianne and Hayley's request, gotten a single king bed.  
They flopped onto the mattress together and continued discussing their 
mother and what they wanted to do this week while I got undressed.  
For the next few days, the girls visited with Elizabeth while I 
explored Santa Cruz on my own.  Marianne initially wanted me to come 
along with them, but she didn't need much convincing that they deserved 
some time alone.
While they were with their mother, I was checking out the local real 
estate.  I quickly discovered that what I really wanted was simply out 
of my price range right now.  I had always had this dream of retiring 
to a ranch somewhere along the coastline, where I could sit on the 
porch and watch the sun set over the ocean, and, just maybe, watch my 
future wife and children riding a horse around the yard.  That was 
still a ways off, and if I wanted to move up here, it wasn't going to 
happen now.  The hard part was that if I left my job to move to Santa 
Cruz, I might never get to the point of being able to afford that 
ranch.
What had I told Marianne?  Love was a willingness to take direct action 
to place someone else's happiness above your own.  How much did I 
really love the two of them?  Enough to give up that dream?
As much as I tried to fight it, I knew the answer was yes.
Thursday afternoon, I was taking a nap in the sun on the patio outside 
our room when I was awoken by the feel of someone's lips pressing 
against my own.  I opened my eyes to see Marianne standing over me, 
kissing me.
"Hi."
"Hey.  You guys get back already?"
She smiled.
"No.  Mom and Hayley wanted to go shopping down by the boardwalk.  I 
told them was too tired, which is true.  But I also wanted a little 
time alone with you."
She sat in my lap and leaned against me.  I put my arms around her.
"What have you been doing all this time while we've been out with Mom?" 
she asked a minute later.
"It's a secret."
She giggled.
"I love secrets.  Tell me."
"You can't tell Hayley.  Not yet, not until I'm sure this can happen."
"What is it?"
"I've been pricing the local real estate."
She sat up, amazement spreading across her face.
"Really?"
"Really.  But there is a problem.  I wasn't entirely truthful with you 
about my job.  If we move up here, I'll probably have to leave.  At the 
very least, I'm not going to be making the same amount of money I am 
now."
Her forehead creased slightly.
"Would it be that much less?"
"It depends on a few things I would have to work out with them.  But 
we're talking about anything from a 25% cut in pay to being completely 
unemployed.  I could, conceivably, transfer to the San Francisco office 
and commute from down here, in which case my job wouldn't much change.  
But that would be tough on all of us."
"That's a long way."
"Some people do it.  But it is."
She sighed and looked past me toward the ocean.
"I'd be seeing more of Mom and less of you."
"Right.  Possibly a lot less."
"What would happen if you quit?  Or found something to do for less 
money?"
"We would still be comfortable.  But there's another issue."
I explained about my retirement idea, and what I wanted to do with the 
ranch.  Her eyes took on a wistful glow.
"That would be pretty neat.  I'd love to live in a place like that.  I 
know Hayley would too.  We would have horses and animals and stuff like 
that?"
"That's the idea."
She didn't say anything for a few moments.
"I don't want you to give up that dream for our sakes."
"I don't want you to give up your mother for my sake."
She curled back up on my chest and took my hand between hers.  She 
kissed it softly.
"We don't have to decide now, do we?"
"I guess not."
We lay together for a few minutes before she began kissing my neck.  I 
rolled over, holding her beside me, and kissed her nose.
"They'll probably be back soon," she said.  "So if you wanna . . ."
I grinned.
"I wanna."
She giggled, and I kissed her again.  We were much too exposed on this 
patio, so after a few minutes, I picked her up and carried her inside 
to the bed.  We wriggled out of our clothes in a few minutes, kissing 
and fondling each other.  I played with her big breasts until I had her 
nipples standing out like little pebbles.  She took my erection in her 
hand and stroked it softly as I explored her body.  
She sat up suddenly beside me and bent down to take me in her mouth.  
She bobbed slowly, working her tongue and its stud against me.  Her 
breasts hung down as she bent over me, and I reached under her to tweak 
her nipples.  When I reached further in, finding her moistening blonde 
mound, she giggled around my cock and withdrew.
"I love you so much."
"I love you too, Kitten."
I rolled her on her back and kissed my way down her body, suckling each 
nipple once, greeting the kitten tattoo at her bikini line, then 
finally settling between her thighs.  She let me lick at her for only a 
minute or two before pulling at my arms, wanting me on her and in her.  
I obliged.
I sank slowly into her wetness as she wrapped her legs around my butt.  
I kissed her deeply as I filled her, making her whimper through her 
nose.  
Having her mother around had changed the mood for our first few days in 
Santa Cruz, and we had not made love in almost a week.  So this was 
simple, take-out sex.  I could hold off only until I felt her back 
arching under me, felt the tremors of her sex around my erection.  I 
drove into her as far as I could go, spurting deeply inside her belly.
She sighed contentedly as I lay on top of her.
"Mmm.  I missed you."
"I missed you, too."
She looked up at me, smiling.
"I will live wherever I have to, as long as I have you."
"I think that's my line."
She laughed softly.
"We'll work it out.  Somehow."
We cleaned up and got dressed none too soon, for Hayley and Elizabeth 
arrived soon afterward.  I saw Elizabeth's nose wrinkling when she 
walked in the room, and I watched the corners of her mouth crease 
slightly in amusement as she glanced at the bed (which was still made, 
but now rather rumpled).  We exchanged a look, but that was all.
The next day, we all went down to Monterey to the Monterey Bay 
Aquarium.  The Aquarium was housed in an old cannery building, and the 
local environmentalists liked to showcase the place as a successful 
transition from industry to eco-tourism.  We spent an hour or two 
walking around and looking at the exhibits before going out back to 
watch the staff feeding the sea lions when the tide came in.
I stayed near the back with Elizabeth as the girls pressed in with the 
other spectators to watch.  I quietly explained my idea about moving up 
here, but she was shaking her head before I even finished.
"No, Steve.  I can't let you do this.  Buying them cars is one thing.  
Even that is far more than you ever needed to be doing for them.  But I 
cannot let you quit your job and sell your house just for them."
"You can see how they are.  They really miss you.  Hayley especially."
"I know that.  But there are things in life you simply have to deal 
with.  I knew this was going to be a sacrifice.  So did they.  I would 
not have done it had they rejected the idea."
"Marianne wants to go to school up here.  What do we do then?"
"I don't know.  I have nowhere to put them.  I am living, very 
frugally, off a part-time job and my half of the proceeds from our 
house.  I cannot afford even a two-bedroom apartment, not the kind of 
place the girls would tolerate living in."
I thought of offering to help, except that I knew she would never 
accept it and that even making the offer would offend her.
"You know them pretty well now.  Do you think they would be happy going 
from your house to sharing a bedroom in a ratty little apartment 
outside campus?"
That much was obvious.
"No."
"I need for them to stay with you, at least for now.  They may not 
realize it, but it's for their own good."
"We could move to San Francisco.  Or somewhere closer where I wouldn't 
disrupt my job."
She shook her head again.
"No.  I'm sorry."
I sighed.
"Okay."
She rubbed my shoulder and then leaned in to kiss my cheek.  Despite 
everything that was going on at that moment, a million things that were 
more important, the seventeen-year-old Steve in the bowels of my mind 
turned a cartwheel. ("Beth Dunbar kissed me!  She finally kissed me!")  
But I did my best to ignore him.
"It means a lot to me that you'd make the offer.  But I can't let you 
do it."
I nodded, watching Marianne and Hayley squealing and laughing as they 
were splashed by one of the sea lions.  Maybe some of this happiness 
would come back with them.  Maybe.
That night, after eating dinner with Elizabeth in the hotel restaurant, 
the three of us were lying in bed watching television.  Hayley lay 
beside me, head on my chest, while Marianne painted her toenails.
"When are we going back?" Hayley asked.
"Sunday morning.  You guys have got homework to do."
"I wish we could stay."
Marianne glanced at me.
"Me too," I said.  "But your mother needs to be able to concentrate on 
school."
Hayley didn't catch, or wasn't watching, the concerned look in 
Marianne's eyes.  I shook my head at her slowly, and she looked back 
toward the television a second later.
"We can come up again this summer, right?"
"Definitely."
Hayley was quiet for a few moments.
"Do you think we could ever move up here?"
Marianne's head shot back around.
"It would be tough, Little Kit.  I don't know what I would do about my 
job."
"You've got a lot of money already, don't you?"
"I do.  But not enough to retire on."
Marianne finally spoke up.
"It would be really hard to make it work, short stuff.  And Mom needs 
her space right now."
Hayley whimpered, frowning, and I tried to hug her.  But she pulled 
away from me and rolled over to her side of the bed, curling up and 
staring away from us.  I glanced at Marianne, who rubbed my leg 
sympathetically.
The phone rang about ten minutes later.  I reached over toward the 
nightstand and picked it up.
"Hello?"
"Steve?  It's Giselle."
"Hi. What's up?"
"Have you been checking your messages today?"
"The voice mail?  No."
"Well there are about six message from some guy from your work, I think 
his name was Jake.  He was really excited about something."
"Whoa.  What did he say?"
I heard her rustling around the phone.
"I tried to write this down, but I don't know if I got it right.  It 
was about something like Nesterm or Nestern."
My heart skipped a beat.
"NexTerm?"
"Yeah, that was it."
"Oh, God."
"What's wrong?  Is it bad?"
"Uh, don't worry about it.  I need to go call him back.  Thanks."
"No problem. Bye."
I hung up and jumped for my Palm V organizer.  I didn't know Jake's 
home number off the top of my head, but I found it soon enough.  When I 
went back, I noticed Marianne staring at me strangely.
"What was that?"
"I need to make a phone call."
It would have taken too long to explain.  This was either very good--or 
very, very bad.
Jake answered on the third ring.
"Hey, Jake, it's Steve.  What's going on?"
He laughed.
"Oh, man, did you hear?"
"No.  I'm on vacation.  I haven't been in touch."
"It's about your little project, the one you told me about and I 
stupidly neglected to buy in on."
"What happened?"
"Cisco is buying them out, man.  They made the offer this morning."
"Oh, Jesus."
"'Oh, Jesus' is right.  You know what the damn offer was?  Forty!"
Oh, my God.  My million-dollar investment had just turned into four 
overnight.
"You think they'll get it?"
"No way in hell.  It's shot up twenty points already.  It closed at 
thirty-three and three-eighths this afternoon."
"Holy shit."
He laughed.
"I should have listened to you, man."
"I guess so."
"If you don't mind my asking, how much have you got?"
"Uh, about a hundred thousand."
"Damn.  That should be some nice pocket change.  Be enough to pay off 
your mortgage, I bet."
I realized what he was thinking.
"Uh, Jake, I was talking shares, not dollars."
Silence.  Then--
"Are telling me you have a hundred fucking thousand shares of NexTerm?"
"Thereabouts."
He laughed in disbelief.
"Jesus *Christ,* man!  What were you thinking?"
"I don't know."
"Well, you hit the fucking lottery, Steve.  You just hit the fucking 
lottery."
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Ch. 32 Codes: ff, Ff, Mf, teen, oral, light bdsm
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
"What was all that about?" Marianne asked when I finally hung up the 
phone.
I shook my head as if it wasn't anything important.  It was way too 
soon to tell them about this. 
"Some problem at work.  I'll deal with it when we get back."
Saturday was our last full day there, and I could see Hayley falling 
back into her depression as the day went on.  I tried to comfort her, 
but she wasn't in the mood for it and avoided me.  We spent much of the 
day walking around the Santa Cruz boardwalk and then had dinner back at 
the hotel.
Not wanting to risk generating unrealistic expectations, I managed to 
avoid spilling the secret about NexTerm.  But if Hayley was in a funk 
about having to go home, I was in a lather of anticipation about what 
would happen on Monday when the market opened.
Sunday morning we got up early and packed in silence.  Hayley spoke to 
me only once, when the "express checkout" statement appeared under our 
door.  She picked it up and walked over to me with it.
"What is this?"
"The bill.  So we can just sign off on it and go."
Elizabeth showed up to see us off, and the girls cried and hugged her 
repeatedly before we finally left around ten.  Hayley went straight to 
her room when we got home and stayed there until dinnertime.  Marianne 
spent the rest of the day working on accumulated homework while I tried 
to digest the development with NexTerm.
Cisco was unlikely to get them for forty or anything close to it.  For 
a buyout like this, the NexTerm board of directors would most likely 
insist on a price higher than it had ever traded at, which meant at 
least 63.  The problem was that that might be more than Cisco wanted to 
spend.
I got up early Monday morning to check the market activity in New York.  
NexTerm was already up to 35 1/4 and trading heavily.  I could bail out 
now and make a tidy profit of about two-and-a-half million, although 
the capital gains taxes would take a chunk of that.  I wanted more, 
though.  I sat there staring at my computer screen, watching the prices 
scroll along the bottom.  Cisco was up too; the analysts seemed to like 
the acquisition idea.  If I held on, and the deal went through, it 
would probably involve some kind of stock swap, and I would end up with 
a pile of Cisco in exchange, which was a pretty nice thing to have 
these days.  I had a bunch of it already.
"What are you doing?"
I turned around to see Marianne behind me in her nightshirt, blonde 
hair sticking in every direction, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.
"I just needed to check something before I went to work."
She turned around, still half-asleep, and went back to the bedroom.  I 
got up a minute later and began getting dressed for work.
I came home that afternoon to find Marianne and Tiffany lying out by 
the pool.  Both of them were topless.  Marianne had on a bright yellow 
thong, and Tiffany sat next to her in patterned bottoms, rubbing suntan 
oil over Marianne's chest.
"Guys."
"Hi, Steve."
I kissed Marianne hello, and she looked up at me with amusement in her 
eyes.
"I decided that it's time to start working on my tan again.  Tiffany 
came over to help."
"Don't get burned."
"I have Tiff to rub sunburn lotion on me if it happens."
They exchanged a look, and I knew then that what Marianne had told me 
about a few weeks before was true.  A slight linger in the glance, 
something secret passing between them, a little curve to Tiffany's 
lips.  Then Tiffany looked up at me, eyes bright and full of life.  The 
studs in her nipples glinted in the sun.
"Do you want me to get you anything, Steve?"
"A beer wouldn't hurt.  I need to go change."
She hopped off her chair and preceded me into the house.  When I came 
back down to the pool, there was a Sam Adams waiting for me on the 
table beside Marianne.  I lay down in the chair across from Tiffany as 
she finished oiling up my girlfriend.
"You guys should be hearing about college soon, right?"
Marianne nodded.
"Any day now."
"Marianne and I applied to some of the same places," Tiffany said.
"I think we've settled on UCSC as the first choice?" I asked.
"Yeah," Marianne said.  "However we work it out."
"Wouldn't it be cool if we both got in together?"
She glanced at Tiffany, smiling.
"That would be pretty cool.  I wonder if they have a sex slave sorority 
we could join."
They both laughed, but when the laughter subsided, they noticed me 
watching them.  Tiffany's face darkened slightly.
"Um, Steve, look.  I'm not trying to muscle in on your thing with 
Marianne.  She told me that you're number one with her, and I can 
accept that."
I exhaled slowly.
"Okay."
"I don't want to break you up.  I know she loves you and that you make 
her happy.  I'm not trying to take her away from you."
Marianne took her hand and then mine.
"We had room in our lives for Giselle.  Don't we have room for Tiffany, 
too?"
I laughed softly.
"She'd have to sleep on the couch.  I think we've run out of bedrooms."
"I didn't mean like it that.  I meant--"
"I know.  But I think so.  If it's what you want, we can make it work."
"It is."
"Thanks."
Tiffany came over and hugged me.
"Thanks, Steve."
Tiffany stayed for dinner, and with graduation two months away, she and 
Marianne appeared to be in no mood to bother with their homework, what 
little they had.
"I feel like doing something weird tonight," Marianne said after the 
dishes were done.
"Like what?"
She grinned slyly.
"Do you remember that first afternoon I came over here, when you 
mentioned something about a strip bar?"
"Oh.  Yeah.  Why?"
"Could we go?"
"We?"
"You, me, and Tiffany.  It's eighteen and over, right?"
"Well, not the topless bars, but the nude bars, yeah, since they can't 
serve alcohol.  You really want to do this?"
"I think it would be cool.  Me and Tiff could get dressed up and all 
these guys would be drooling over us."
My stomach did a flip-flop.
"I don't want you spontaneously tearing your clothes off.  Never mind 
that we'd get thrown out, I'm not interested in exposing you in a place 
like that."
She smiled again.
"Not me.  Tiffany.  I'll dress classy, but I'm going to dress her in 
full slut mode, on her leash.   It will just be a tease.  We won't do 
anything stupid."
"Does she know about this?"
"We talked about it.  She's hot for it."
"Monday is going to be a slow night."
"I know.  That's cool.  That way we won't be totally outnumbered."
I chuckled.
"Okay.  Let's do it then.  This sounds like fun."
Marianne found Tiffany, and I went up to Hayley's room to tell her we 
were going out.  She was a little shocked at the idea, but displayed no 
disappointment at being left out.  She claimed to have too much 
homework to do anyway.
I found Marianne and Tiffany in the master suite.  Marianne was down to 
bra-and-panties, and Tiffany was nude.  They were poking through 
Marianne's clothes and deciding what to wear.
"What is this place like?" Tiffany asked.  "I've never even been near 
something like this."
"Picture twenty men staring catatonically at some bleached blonde with 
breast implants and no pubic hair as she dances around exposing 
herself.  That's about all it is.  It's far less exciting than you 
might think.  Half the time it's as erotic as watching a pelvic exam."
"You mean the guys aren't hooting and hollering and all that?"
"Never seen it.  I don't know what it is about those places, but I've 
never seen anyone really go crazy.  They just sit there and stare at 
the girls."
"Wow."
"Have you been to a lot of them?" Marianne asked.
"Now and then, when I got lonely and horny.  But it's a bad habit.  I 
probably went about once or twice a year before I met you."
"The girls just dance around on the stage?"
"That and they'll do private dances for another fifty bucks.  You go in 
the back with them and they'll writhe around with you on a couch."
"That's not illegal?" Tiffany asked.
"I think it is some places.  Not everywhere.  The idea is that they can 
touch you, but you can't touch them.  In reality, a lot of mutual 
touching goes on.  It all depends on how comfortable the girls are 
about it."
Marianne was pensive a moment.
"Do you think they'd do a private dance with us?"
"With a girl?  I bet some of them would.  They certainly have no 
problem doing two-girl private dances."
Tiffany giggled.
"You did that?"
I tried not to blush.
"On occasion."
"What do they do?"
"Depends on the girls.  Some of them will just simulate having sex, 
others will really get into it."
"Seriously?  They'll eat each other out right in front of you?"
"Sometimes."
They giggled nervously at each other before returning to the clothes.  
They fiddled around in the closet for another few minutes before 
settling on Tiffany's outfit.  Marianne began with black stockings and 
a garter belt, then a black leather microskirt that stopped right at 
the stocking tops.  If Tiffany stood perfectly still, the stockings 
were not really visible, but if she moved at all--let alone sat down--
they immediately came out from under the leather.
Tiffany grew more and more excited as Marianne dressed her, and I 
watched her chest flushing and her nipples growing hard around their 
silver studs.  
Marianne examined her for a moment longer before reaching into the 
closet.  She extracted a green silk blouse, which she had Tiffany put 
on and tie up under her breasts.  The fabric was thin and clingy enough 
to make Tiffany's nipples and her piercings blatantly obvious.  
Marianne fastened one button so that Tiffany was not completely falling 
out of it.
"What do you think?"
"Nipple clips."
"You think so?"
"Why not?"
Marianne found the nipple clips and reached into the blouse to attach 
them.  Now Tiffany had a silver chain suspended across her cleavage.
"Perfect," Marianne said.  "What about me?"
I thought for a moment.  
"What about those white stretch pants you have?  And that leather top 
with the tassels?"
"Mmm.  Good idea."
She stripped off her bra and replaced her panties with a tiny little 
thong.  Once back in her closet, she donned this pair of stretch pants 
I had seen her wear a few times.  The fabric was some cotton-lycra 
blend, tight enough to define the crack of her butt, and they were low-
cut enough that her kitten tat was visible just below her bikini line.
The top was a sort of tan leather corset/vest that laced up across her 
breasts, pushing them up and together.  It reached down only to about 
the bottom of her rib cage, but dozens of little leather tassels hung 
across the front.  It was a good Domme look without being completely 
out there about it.  The two of them finished up with their hair and 
make-up, and we left.
This strip bar was in the seedier section of town, well away from the 
tourist and retirement areas near the beach.  It wasn't far from the 
University, and I knew (from prior experience) that they got a lot of 
traffic from the students.
I stopped on the way to get a big wad of cash, but we got there just 
after nine.  The bouncer gave Marianne and Tiffany (and her clit leash) 
only a mild glance as I paid the cover.  
Tension lined the faces of both girls as we stepped into the club, 
however much they were trying to act nonchalant.  The lights were low 
except around the pit, and loud, thumping dance music overlaid 
everything.  Only about ten or fifteen men were inside, nothing like 
the crowds they got on the weekends.  Up on the stage, a thin brunette 
with painfully huge breasts (they looked about to burst from the 
implants) danced around the pole.  She braced her leg on the rail and 
used one hand to pull apart her labia for a man at the edge.  He stared 
at her blankly.
Out in the club, a half dozen of the girls moved around, dressed in 
slinky outfits, soliciting private dances.  A few of them noticed us, 
smiled, and went back to work.
One by one, the men in the club noticed Marianne and Tiffany.  I saw no 
discernible reactions in their faces, but several of them stared 
openly, especially at the silver chain running from Marianne's hand up 
under Tiffany's skirt.
A waitress appeared and guided us to a table near the pit.  There was a 
two-drink minimum here, and I ordered two bottles of mineral water and 
four Diet Cokes.
The girls sat rigidly beside me, eyes fixed on the stage.
"Is anyone staring at us?" Marianne asked quietly.
"A few.  But don't forget you're not naked.  You aren't the reason 
they're here."
In truth, by this point, most of the men were looking back toward the 
pit.  We still got idle glances and occasional stares, but that was 
all.
"No one is going to bother you," I said.  "At worst, they'll just 
keeping watching us."
Gradually, the two of them began to relax and look around.  Tiffany got 
into it faster than Marianne did, but soon they were bobbing their 
heads to the music and watching the girls on the stage.  I watched the 
dancers circulating in the club, and though most of them looked in our 
direction from time to time, none of them came over.
The girls would dance down to their thongs for one song, then naked for 
another.  After each song, you were supposed to tip them a buck or two, 
and I gave Marianne and Tiffany a roll of ones for tips.  I wasn't sure 
if this was turning them on at all, but they seemed to be having fun, 
whispering comments to each other or giggling when the dancers got 
close or bent over to expose themselves to us.  
"You know, you're right," Marianne said after we had been there about 
ten minutes.
"About what?"
"The guys here.  They're like, all stoned or something.  I can't 
believe this."
"I told you."
I looked back up at the girl in the pit.  She was a cute blonde--maybe 
twenty or so--with a trim, athletic body (and no implants, which I 
liked).  The gold ring through her clit twinkled in the blinking lights 
above.
She was working her way around the pit, giving each patron a good look 
at her, and when she got to us, she smiled broadly--a fairly genuine 
smile, which told me she had probably been doing this for a while.  She 
crawled up to the rail in front of Tiffany, leaning out of the pit, and 
stuck her tits in Tiffany's face.  Tiffany watched her, wide-eyed, but 
didn't move.  The girl glanced down at us, and I saw her eyes widening 
at Tiffany's clit leash.  Then she rolled over, spreading her legs 
almost ninety degrees apart in front of Marianne.  She stared directly 
at my girlfriend--who was watching raptly--and fingered herself for a 
few seconds.  Then she rolled over again, stuck her butt in my face 
briefly, and moved on to the next patron.
When her dance was over, we all tipped her.  She smiled and thanked us, 
then went into the back.
We were watching another dancer about five minutes later when the 
blonde girl reappeared at our side, dressed in a long, sheer gown.  She 
leaned in between us, smiling.
"Hi.  I'm Kathy."
"Steve.  This is Marianne and Tiffany."
"You guys having fun?"
I noticed a stud in her tongue as she spoke.
"So far.  This is their first time in a place like this."
She laughed.
"So what do you think?  Pretty wild, huh?"
Marianne giggled nervously, but Tiffany answered.
"I like it."
"Would you guys care for a private dance?"
The girls glanced at each other.
"With us?" Marianne asked.
"Any of you."
"What about all of us?"
She smiled.
"It's one at a time.  But if the other two of you wanted to watch, that 
would be okay."  She looked at me.  "Have you been here before?"
"Yes.  I know the rules."
"Okay.  Who's it going to be?"
"Tiffany," Marianne said.  
Kathy smiled at her.
"Cool.  I like all those piercings you've got.  I'm guessing that leash 
is attached to one?"
Tiffany smiled nervously.
"Yeah.  Thanks."
Kathy reached for the leash, and Marianne handed it to her with a grin.  
She led us to the back, where a curtain concealed the private dance 
cubicles.  We stood in a clump waiting for the current song to end.  
Kathy examined the leash for a moment, then gave it a playful tug, 
making Tiffany giggle.
For the first time, I saw looks of real interest from some of the men, 
and I knew they were wondering just what we were about to do.  Frankly, 
I was wondering that myself.
When the song ended, Kathy pulled the curtain aside and led us into the 
back, still holding Tiffany's leash.  The cubicle we ended up in was 
about eight feet by ten feet, with a cheap vinyl sofa taking up most of 
the space.  On the opposite wall was a mirror.  I peeled two hundred-
dollar bills off the roll in my pocket and handed them to Kathy, who 
smiled.
"Four dances?"
"Take your time."
She guided Tiffany to the couch and had her sit down.  Marianne and I 
stood back to watch, and she took my hand.  Kathy pulled off the sheer 
gown she wore, and climbed onto the couch to straddle Tiffany's legs.  
She was saying something to her, and though I couldn't quite hear it 
over the music, I knew the gist of it: Relax, let me do everything.
Tiffany leaned back on the couch, still tense, but excited, as Kathy 
began to writhe against her.  She kissed her tenderly, moving her hands 
over Tiffany's breasts.  She spent the first few minutes just rubbing 
herself against the other girl or bracing her leg on the back of the 
couch to display her shaved pussy.
As the first song began to end, Kathy slid to the floor in front of 
her, and reached up to untie the knot in Tiffany's blouse.  She undid 
the one button and spread the blouse open.  Marianne's hand squeezed 
mine tightly.
Kathy extended her tongue, exposing the stud, and wiggled it over 
Tiffany's left nipple, clicking their studs together.  Then she sucked 
nipple and stud into her mouth.  She looked back at us, smiling around 
Tiffany's tit, then withdrew.  She performed the same operation on 
Tiffany's other breast.
Tiffany was breathing heavily now, eyes closed, arms spread out on the 
back of the couch.  Kathy continued to suck on her nipples or play with 
her breasts for about a minute.  Then she withdrew, and reached down to 
spread Tiffany's legs.  Marianne squeezed my hand again, and I was 
getting some serious butterflies in my stomach by this point.
Kathy spread Tiffany's thighs widely apart, and pushed up her skirt.  
When she saw that Tiffany had nothing on underneath, she looked back at 
us, pretending to be surprised.  She turned back to Tiffany, who was 
panting in agitation now, and reached out to tweak her clit stud.  She 
removed the leash, and then, very slowly, bent forward, watching our 
reaction the entire time.
She couldn't really be about to do this, I thought.  Even if I had seen 
a lot of the girls here eating each other out.  Tiffany was a customer.  
That should have made a difference, right?
But she did it anyway.
Extending her tongue into a point, she began to lick Tiffany's clit 
very lightly.  Tiffany let out a soft cry at the first contact.  Kathy 
wiggled Tiffany's clit stud, pressing her tongue stud against it.  She 
gave it a long, slow, lick, then began eating her more deliberately.
I realized, from Kathy's cool manner, that this was just a show to her.  
I had no doubt that she didn't intend to get Tiffany off--except that 
she hadn't reckoned with Tiffany's state of excitement.  Less than 
thirty seconds into this, Tiffany convulsed, let out a squeak, and 
shuddered in orgasm.  I saw a tiny spark of surprise in Kathy's eyes, 
but she was good--she didn't stop.  She pretended to be into this, and 
did her best to finish Tiffany off.  Then she withdrew, climbing up to 
kiss the other girl.
The second song had just ended, and Kathy stood, smiling at us.  She 
extended her hand to Marianne, who gasped slightly.  She glanced at me, 
and I nodded.
Kathy led Marianne to the couch, where Tiffany was still recovering.  
Tiffany slid to one end but stayed there.  Marianne was still in a 
state of shock at what she had seen, and Kathy caressed her face and 
hair, trying to calm her down.  She kissed Marianne softly, then took 
Marianne's hands.  She held them against her breasts, and though she 
let Marianne feel her, she kept her hold on her wrists.
Then she began moving against Marianne, rubbing her naked body against 
my girlfriend.  Marianne's head had fallen back, and her breathing was 
rapid and heavy.  Kathy caressed her breasts a few times, squeezing 
them.  
Toward the end of the third song, as she had done with Tiffany, she 
began to unlace Marianne's top.  Marianne was shivering nervously by 
now, and when Kathy took one of Marianne's big breasts in her mouth, 
she let out a little cry and put her arms around Kathy's shoulders.  
By now, my cock was so hard I thought it might explode.  But there was 
nothing I could do.
Kathy suckled Marianne's breasts for nearly a minute, and I wondered if 
she was going to pull Marianne's pants off and eat her like she had 
done with Tiffany.  But she apparently had something else in mind.
I noticed, probably well after it happened, that one of Kathy's hands 
was now between Marianne's legs, rubbing her firmly through the fabric 
of her pants.  She continued to suck on Marianne's nipples and caress 
her with her other hand.
Maybe this sort of thing went on a lot with the male customers (I 
recalled that on prior visits, some of the girls had tried to give me 
vague handjobs through my pants).  Maybe getting Tiffany off had set a 
precedent.  Maybe Kathy was just getting into this.  But she definitely 
appeared to be trying to bring Marianne to orgasm.  
It didn't take a lot of work.  Marianne was soon humping her hips up at 
Kathy's hand, and Kathy responded by rubbing faster.  She looked over 
at me, licking her lips lasciviously as her hand moved rapidly between 
my girlfriend's legs.  Finally, Marianne began to shudder and her legs 
began to shake, and a second later, she came in Kathy's arms.  
Kathy had somehow timed this perfectly.  As Marianne coasted down, the 
last song came to an end.  She withdrew from Marianne and stood.
"Would you like another one?  Maybe for you?"
I looked down at the two drained girls on the couch.  Marianne wiped 
the sweat from her forehead and tried to catch her breath.  Though 
Kathy was certainly very pretty, what I really wanted to do was take 
Marianne and Tiffany home and fuck the daylights out of both of them.
"I think we're good.  Thanks."
She smiled and helped the girls to their feet, pulled her dress back 
on, then led us out.  She gave each of us a peck on the lips.
"Thanks.  Have a nice night."
The two girls clung to my arms.
"What now?" Marianne asked.
"Home.  I'm so hard it hurts."
She giggled, and we went straight out to the car.  As soon as we were 
on the road, Marianne reached into my lap to fondle my aching erection.
"Poor baby.  Having to watch all that with no one to help you.  I bet I 
know what you need."
As Tiffany watched, wide-eyed, from the back seat, Marianne bent over 
into my lap and began freeing my penis.  As soon as it was exposed, it 
disappeared into her mouth.  I grunted, gasping.  I had been too turned 
on for too long to stand very much of this, and Marianne was not trying 
to hold me off at all.  She bobbed rapidly, massaging the stud in her 
tongue against the head, doing all the little things she knew I liked.
I had to pull off the road.  I cried out, grabbing at her hair as she 
sucked on my cock like she wanted to take it off.  The cum boiled in my 
groin, and then it was erupting out of me like Mount St. Helens, one 
painful spurt after another.  Marianne continued sucking at me until it 
was all out, until I could finally stand to have her stop.  
She leaned back, swallowing, and smiled as I melted into my seat.
"Better now?"
I nodded weakly.
"Uh-huh."
She giggled.
"Take us home."
As it happened, the three of us were too drained by that adventure to 
do much of anything when we got back, and Tiffany went home about an 
hour later.  Marianne and I went to bed.
The next day, NexTerm was up to forty-one, and Cisco and the board of 
directors were reported to be in negotiations.  I spent most of the day 
trying to work without checking the NASDAQ quote marquee on my computer 
screen every ten seconds.  
At three o'clock, my intercom buzzed.  It was Jake.
"Steve, you got your TV on?"
I had a television in my office because I often needed to check CNN or 
Financial News during the day.
"No."
"Get it on, CNN, now."
I found the remote buried under a pile of crap in the corner of my 
desk.  I switched on the set.
"--had no immediate reaction to the offer.  A Cisco spokesman 
complained that IBM was coming in, quote, 'Much too late on this deal,' 
and that their interference might prevent the entire transaction from 
closing."
"What?" I asked Jake.  "What the hell is IBM doing?"
He laughed through the intercom.
"They made an offer of fifty-four for NexTerm.  Cisco is having a cow."
A bidding war.  Dear God Almighty.
"Fifty-four?  Did I hear that right?"
"Yes.  Check your ticker."
I glanced at my screen.  A few seconds later, 5,000 shares of NexTerm 
rolled past at 49 3/8.  
"Jesus."
* * *
Ch. 33 Codes: Mf, teen
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
Somehow I got through the rest of the day without losing my mind.  
NexTerm closed at 56 5/8.  Marianne and Hayley were out by the pool 
when I got home, but I gave them scarcely a glance as I ran up to my 
office.  I logged into my company network and prepared a sell order for 
the next morning.  I sat there with my finger on the mouse, trying to 
make myself send it in.  But I couldn't do it.  The deal could still 
fall apart, leaving me with nothing.  But if it went through, it would 
happen at a lot higher than fifty-six.  I could be losing a million 
bucks or more with one click of the mouse.
After a few minutes, I canceled the order and shut off my computer.  
Marianne appeared in the doorway, wearing nothing but her yellow thong.  
Her perfect breasts were already tinted a pale pink with sunburn.
"Is something wrong?"
"Not exactly."
"You know, you've been acting really, really weird ever since we got 
back from Santa Cruz."
"I know.  I'm sorry."
"So what is it?"
"I can't tell you now.  Right now, it's nothing.  I don't want to get 
your hopes up."
Her eyebrows creased.
"Is it bad?"
"No.  It's potentially very good, but it hasn't happened yet."
"But you can't tell me about it?"
"I'd rather wait until it's solidified more."
She pursed her lips.
"Okay."
I reached for her.
"Come here."
She climbed into my lap, straddling me and putting her arms around my 
neck.  I played with her breasts for a couple of seconds.
"You're getting a little burned here."
"I burn, then I tan.  I don't want any tan lines this year."
I slipped a finger under the waistband of her thong.
"What about this, then?"
"I can live with that.  But I don't want lines around my back and 
shoulders.  That way I can wear those slinky dresses you like."
I kissed her, then pulled a breast up to my mouth, tasting suntan oil.
"How's your sister doing?"
"Still depressed.  But maybe a little better."
"And you?"
"I'm happy.  It was nice to see Mom, but I understand how it has to 
be."
I kissed her other breast, making her squirm.  A little giggle escaped 
her lips.  I reached under her with one hand, pressing a finger against 
the bottom of her thong, where her labia bulged against the fabric.
"Mmm.  I like that."
"I know."
I hooked my thumb under the elastic, pulling it aside.  A prickly nest 
of blonde pubes was soon in my hand.  My middle finger slid slowly 
inside her.  She inhaled sharply, pressing her forehead tightly against 
mine.  
"Where is Hayley?" I managed.
"Still down by the pool," she gasped.
I undid my slacks with my free hand, and Marianne reached for my 
erection as soon as it was exposed.  She pulled it into place and 
settled down onto me as I held her thong to the side.  We both groaned 
as I sank into her, and then she was kissing me passionately.
She rode me eagerly, rolling her hips back and forth, making the chair 
rock against my desk.  I pulled her breasts to my mouth, sucking on 
one, then the other.  She held my head close to her chest, moaning.  
Her movements sped, and little whimpers were soon flowing out her 
nostrils.  I held her tight butt in my hands, trying to help her (since 
she had me pinned down quite securely), and within a minute or two she 
was shuddering in my arms.  She bit at my shoulder as her climax 
peaked.  Then she let out a long breath, relaxing against me.
"You didn't come," she said after a few moments.
"No."
She held my shoulders, leaning back.
"On the floor."
I half-stood, still connected, and picked her up.  We lay on the floor, 
and I began driving rapidly into her as she bit at my ear and whispered 
random perversions.  I let out a groan and erupted inside her very 
quickly.  I lay on top of her as she stroked my back.
"Steve?"
"Hmm?"
"This summer . . . once school is out . . . could Tiffany move in with 
us?"
I lifted up to look at her.
"How?  Where is she going to sleep?"
She glanced timidly around my office but said nothing.  I sighed.
"Oh."
"There's room in the bedroom for your desk and your computer, isn't 
there?  We could put it in the sitting area by the window."
"Giselle *and* Tiffany?"
"Would it be a problem?"
"Was this your idea or hers?"
"Ours.  We were just talking about it."
She stared up at me with her pretty blue eyes.
"Steve, I've realized that I do love her.  I really would like to have 
her living with us."
"This isn't a change in our relationship?"
"No.  Tiffany understands that.  She'd just be another kitten for our 
cathouse."
I laughed weakly.
"Oh, God."
I reflected that if this NexTerm thing went through, the circumstances 
were going to be very different anyway.
"Okay.  I'll give it some thought."
She hugged me tightly.
"Thanks."
NexTerm opened at 58 the next morning and continued climbing.  At noon, 
Cisco came back with a counteroffer of 65, which was three points more 
than NexTerm had ever traded at.  We were in serious deal territory 
now, and I suspected that it would close one way or another--if it was 
going to--very soon.
It did.
Cisco, IBM, and NexTerm apparently stayed up through the night fighting 
it out, and early the next morning, when I turned on CNN, I found 
myself watching an impromptu press conference outside the NexTerm 
offices in Sunnyvale.  Cisco had prevailed.  The deal had closed at 85, 
all of it to be paid for with Cisco stock.  A high price maybe, but 
from one perspective it was nothing but paper anyway.  Cisco certainly 
had enough market value to swallow a company like NexTerm without 
burping.
I didn't really come back to earth until I realized I was sitting out 
by the pool in my boxer shorts, and Marianne was standing in front of 
me trying to get my attention.
"Steve?  *What* is going on?  You are going to tell me now!"
I looked up at her dizzily.
"Sit down."
She did.  I tried to explain as best I could.  Her face got very pale 
as she listened to me.
"So what does this mean?"
"It means . . . that in a few days, I am going to get almost nine 
million dollars in Cisco stock transferred into my account.  Stock that 
is probably going to increase rapidly in value in the future."
Her eyes swelled.
"Nine million dollars?"
"Yes.  It means I can retire.  We can buy the ranch and the horses and 
everything.  We can move to Santa Cruz and do everything we talked 
about."
Her jaw was shaking violently now, and a tear ran down her cheek.  She 
gasped for breath against her agitation.
"We can?"
"Yes, Kitten, we can."
She let out a joyful squeal and threw her arms around my neck, hugging 
me so tightly that pain shot down my back.  A moment later, she pried 
herself free from my arms and jumped up, taking my hand.
"We have to tell Hayley."
She dragged me upstairs in a half-run, and we burst into Hayley's room.  
She had just emerged from the shower and wore nothing but a towel.  She 
jumped back in surprise.
"Hey!"
Marianne ignored her look of outrage and grabbed her arm.  The story 
rushed out in a flood, and Hayley's eyes grew to the size of dinner 
plates.
"We could move?" she said softly when Marianne finally stopped to catch 
her breath.
"Yes!" Marianne said.
"To a ranch?"
"Yes!"
"It's what I'm thinking of," I said.
"Could . . . could we get a horse?"
"A half-dozen of them if you want.  That's the idea."
She began to cry.
"We could move."
"We'll be near Mom," Marianne said.  "I'll go to school there, if, 
please God I get in, and Steve will retire.  Everything will be 
perfect."
Hayley hugged her, sobbing in joy, then hugged me.  I saw something out 
of the corner of my eye and realized Giselle was standing in the 
doorway.
"What's going on?"
Marianne excitedly explained what had happened.  Giselle's face dropped 
slightly, and she looked at me.
"You guys are going to move?"
"But you can come with us," Marianne said.  "We'll get a really big 
house and you and Tiffany and Mom and all of us can live together."
I laughed, holding up my hands.
"Whoa.  Wait.  Let's not run too far ahead of ourselves here."
"But Steve, she's living with us now anyway.  You said Tiffany could 
move in.  What difference would it make if we're here or in Santa 
Cruz?"
She had a point.
"At the very least, I don't know what your mother will want to do."
"But could she?"
"I guess so.  I really don't know if she'll be comfortable doing it, 
though."
Hayley squeezed my hand tightly.
"But if she does, can she, please?"
I laughed.
"Okay.  Yes."
She squealed, hugging me tightly.  I just shook my head in amazement.
April flew by in a blur.   My NexTerm stock converted to Cisco, which 
shot up another five points after the deal.  I was now worth just over 
thirteen million dollars.  I called an estate realtor in Monterey and 
asked him to begin looking for potential ranches for us to buy.  I gave 
notice at work, telling my boss I would retire in June.
Elizabeth went into shock at the news, but after I explained my 
reasoning and that I had planned this for a long time, she broke down 
and cried.  She said she had to think about moving in with us, but that 
it was a possibility.
Marianne got into UCSC, provoking a hysterical phone call to her 
mother.  Tiffany got in a week later.  Giselle had planned to go to the 
Cal State campus nearby, but she began looking into the possibility of 
going to school up north.  Ashley had already applied to Stanford (the 
Dean of Undergraduate Admissions, as it happened, was a friend of mine 
from B-school, so I wrote her a nice letter of recommendation), and if 
she got in, she would not be very far away.  Hayley simply bounced 
giddily around the house, forever about to burst with happiness.  She 
called her mother frequently to gush over what had happened and had 
already picked out a name for her horse.
The prom came and went, and the girls mutually agreed to simply blow it 
off, not wanting to create a scene by bringing me.  Blowing it off 
created something of a stir anyway, but not as much as my showing up at 
the dance would have. 
The first weekend in May, we drove back up to Santa Cruz to see the 
properties the realtor had found for us.  I had told him $4-5 million, 
40+ acres, horse-ready, with at least seven bedrooms, views optional 
but preferred.  With that sort of price tag, we got the red carpet 
treatment from the moment we arrived.  Elizabeth met us at his office, 
where we found a limo waiting for us.
The first place we went was, well . . . nice.  Nothing special, but 
nice.  The house was big but worn-out and needed work, and the land was 
pretty but just didn't turn me on enough.  The second place was simply 
too small.  Also nice, but just too small.
After lunch (which the realtor paid for), we looked at another property 
near the beach, which was the most disappointing of all.  It had good 
views of the ocean, but they were disrupted by all the commercial 
development along the water.  Not something I wanted to spend my 
retirement looking at.
We set out for the last place just after three o'clock, driving out of 
Santa Cruz and into the hills.  All of us were feeling a little down 
after three straight disappointments, and I detected an edge of panic 
in the realtor's voice, as he sensed his six-figure commission slipping 
away.  But he seemed excited about this last possibility or was at 
least trying to act that way.
We finally turned off Highway 17 onto a little back road that ran 
through several stands of coastal redwoods.  A mile down the road, we 
stopped in front of a tall stone gate, where a bearded, heavyset man in 
overalls waited for us, standing beside a mud-splattered pick-up truck.
"That's the caretaker."
He leaned out of the limo window and talked briefly to the man, who 
then went back to his truck and opened the gate.
"This place belongs to an old California family," the realtor went on.  
"The matriarch apparently just passed away.  They're having to sell it 
because of the estate taxes and because her kids couldn't agree on what 
to do with it."
I nodded vaguely, as he had been telling us stories like this all day.  
We followed the road up through the redwoods, and when the trees 
finally thinned out, we got a good look at the property.
"Oh, wow," Hayley said.
Elizabeth leaned against the window, sighing.
"Oh, my."
What else to say?  It was love at first sight.  
The property was a good fifty acres, and we couldn't see all of it 
right away.  The road ran through a broad meadow, wooden ranch fences 
on both sides.  The land looked almost virgin--uncultivated, 
unmolested, unspoiled.  Up ahead was the ranch house, a sprawling two-
story building that looked like something out of "Bonanza."  Behind it 
was the horse barn and what looked like a guesthouse, and around the 
other side was a six-car garage.  Beyond the house, the land rolled 
downhill into another stand of virgin redwoods, and the Pacific Ocean 
glittered off in the distance.   The view at sunset had to be 
breathtaking, and it was awe-inspiring even now.
"There's a creek that runs through this place, apparently," the realtor 
said.  "There's supposed to be a nice waterfall toward the back of the 
property."
The girls bounced around in the limo, trying to take it all in at once.  
We pulled up in front of the house, and they burst out of the side 
door.  Hayley ran up to the fence and climbed up on the lower rung.
"Look at all this!  This is huge!"
Marianne half-ran, half-jumped around the side of the house to look at 
the barn.
"Where are the horses?"
"There aren't any here now," the realtor said.  "The family has pretty 
much moved everything out.  But I think the barn has space for eight or 
ten of them."
Hayley ran up beside us, and the two girls ran across the yard to look 
into the barn.  The realtor turned to Elizabeth and me.  He seemed to 
have assumed that we were married, and, not wanting to have to explain 
things that were none of his business, I hadn't tried to change his 
mind.
"Shall we go inside?"
It was everything I had fantasized about--not the trendy "ranch-style" 
furnishings that were in vogue these days but real antique furniture 
and decor, and all of it very well-maintained despite its age.  The 
front door led into a broad two-story foyer with a staircase leading up 
to the second floor.  To the left was the huge main room with a vast 
stone fireplace and windows looking out on the pasture.  Three elk 
heads hung on the walls.  To the other side was the dining room with 
another fireplace and enough room to feed twenty people at once.
The main room led into a library and study with floor to ceiling built-
in bookcases on every wall.  To my surprise, quite a few books were 
still on the shelves.
"Is the family going to move this stuff out?"
He shook his head.
"What you see is what you get.  Apparently they don't want a lot of 
this.  My understanding is that they've already removed what they want.  
As you can probably imagine, most of this furniture wouldn't really 
work anywhere else."
"It's beautiful," Elizabeth said.
He nodded in his solicitous realtor fashion.
"Isn't it?"
Beyond the library was a hallway leading to the rear wing, where we 
found three large bedrooms with more of the same.  In the back of the 
house, behind the library and kitchen, was another sitting room with 
windows facing the barn and the back porch, which led to a swimming 
pool, the guest house beyond that, and looked out onto the trees and 
the ocean.
My one concern with this place was the kitchen, which I feared might be 
something out of the 1940's, but my fears proved unfounded.  It had 
been remodeled within the last few years, and did not look to me to 
need any more work.  It already had enough modern equipment to feed an 
army and a nice little breakfast nook that looked onto the meadow 
outside.
Hayley and Marianne came running across the backyard and burst into the 
rear den a moment later.  I could see bits of hay all over their 
clothes.
"You should see the barn," Marianne gushed, "it's so neat.  It's got 
all this old farm stuff all over the place."
"And it has a loft and like ten stalls for the horses," Hayley said.  
"We climbed up there and looked out.  You can see like forever."
Elizabeth and I exchanged a glance, which the realtor caught and 
probably thought he understood.
The upstairs was just as nice, and the master suite was simply beyond 
description.  It had a large sitting area between the bed and the 
bathroom, and its own wraparound deck above the rear porch.  The view 
from the deck was worth the purchase price alone.  Marianne hugged me 
as she looked out across the property.
"Is this it?"
"I think this is it."
We looked at the rest of the property (it did indeed have a pretty 
creek and waterfall back in the trees, and we found yet another 
building--the caretaker's cottage--around behind the barn), but we were 
more or less sold on it already.  The sun had begun to set by the time 
we were ready to leave, and we stood on the rear porch watching it go 
down.
"Should I tell the owners you're prepared to make an offer?" the 
realtor asked.
I nodded.
"Yeah.  Let's do it."
We went out to celebrate that night, and the girls chattered non-stop 
about all the things they wanted to do.  Hayley pestered Elizabeth 
about living with us until I patted her arm to get her to calm down.
"Let's take one thing at a time."
"It's a beautiful place, honey," Elizabeth said, "but there's a lot I 
need to think about."
I got Elizabeth alone after dinner after the girls decided they wanted 
to take an evening swim in the hotel pool.  We walked around the 
grounds looking down at the lights of Santa Cruz.
"You don't have to decide about this tonight or even this month.  But 
you really are welcome to move in with us."
She sighed.
"I would like to.  But I keep feeling like there may not be room for me 
in this thing you have going on with Marianne and her friends."
"It's up to you.  I'm fine either way.  But you know the girls would 
like to have you."
"It's just that I only know how to live with them as their mother.  Not 
as part of this household you're putting together."
"Marianne is really the one putting it together.  Somehow I woke up one 
morning to discover that half her friends were moving in with us."
She smiled and touched my arm.
"I know.  I'm not passing judgment on you.  I have a rather 
unconventional lifestyle myself right now."
We walked another minute in silence when I had an idea.
"You know . . . if you wanted . . . you could live in the guest house.  
Make it your own place instead of having just a room in ours."
She stopped short, and I watched her jaw dropping slowly as she 
digested this proposal.  She didn't say anything for a few moments.
"I could do that."
"Would that be enough of a boundary?"
"Yes.  But still very close to Marianne and Hayley."
"You're welcome to it.  Even with Tiffany and Giselle living with us, 
we're still going to have four spare bedrooms in the main house."
"I think . . . I think I would like to do that."
"Then it's done."
She smiled broadly.
"Thank you."
We unveiled the idea to Marianne and Hayley when we returned to the 
room, provoking a lot of shrieking and excitement.  I went over to the 
realtor's office the next morning and filled out my formal offer for 
the property.  He called back that night with a counteroffer from the 
owner's agent, which I told him I wanted to sleep on.
We said good bye to Elizabeth and went home that night, since the girls 
had school the next morning.  I called the realtor from work with 
another offer, and he called back after lunch to tell me it had been 
accepted.  He Fed Ex'd the sales agreement to me the next morning, and 
we closed the deal at $4,250,000.  I liquidated the funds out of my 
investment account and sent it to the escrow company.  After capital 
gains taxes, moving costs, new furniture, and various and sundry other 
minor expenses (not to mention the horses and a certain sports car I 
was now thinking of buying), I would have just under eight million to 
retire on, most of it in Cisco stock.
Enough to live a pretty good life.
And, just maybe, raise a family on.
* * *
 
(Author's note: No, this is not the end--a whole lot more is still 
going to happen.)
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Ch. 34 Codes: Mf, teen, oral, rom
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
Graduation arrived in June, and Elizabeth came down from Santa Cruz.  
With Giselle now living in the guestroom, Elizabeth got a hotel room 
nearby.  We had closed escrow on the ranch a few weeks before, and she 
had already moved into the guesthouse.  She and I had been coordinating 
the cleaning and furnishings with a decorator I had hired (and whom I 
had scouring flea markets and swap meets all over Northern California 
to find antiques to match what was already in the house).  The only 
significant change I was making was rewiring the phone lines with a 
multi-terminal DSL connection and adding recessed wiring and speakers 
for a house-wide stereo and entertainment system. 
The school held graduation on the football field, and Elizabeth, 
Hayley, and I took our seats in the bleachers with the other parents 
and family.  The graduates wore bright blue gowns, and when they filed 
in, the girls waved to us on the way to their seats.
My eyes glazed over through most of the speeches, but we cheered wildly 
when Marianne finally got her diploma.  She waved at us again as 
Elizabeth shot off about ten pictures in a row.  
Finally it was over.  Marianne ran excitedly around the field posing 
for pictures with us, her friends, and other random students.  I met 
Tiffany's parents, who didn't seem particularly fazed about her moving 
in with us.  I expected she hadn't filled them in on a lot of the 
details.  I watched for Giselle's father but didn't see him.  
We went out to lunch, and Marianne then went out for the afternoon with 
her friends while the other three of us went home.  Elizabeth and I 
spent a few hours going over the details for the house while Hayley 
listened or watched television.
"What are we going to do about the horses?" she asked around four-
thirty.
"I don't know, Little Kit.  I haven't had time to give it much thought.  
I'm sure there are some ranches up there we can look at once we're 
there."
"Well, see, I was thinking.  I heard about this service that rescues 
horses that are going to be destroyed.  You know, like old racehorses 
or ones that can't work anymore.  I thought that would be better than 
buying new ones.  So those horses could retire like you're doing 
instead of being killed.  It's not like we're going to do anything but 
ride them around, right?"
I exchanged a glance with Elizabeth, who was smiling.
"I think that's a great idea.  Find out what you can, and I'll give 
them a call."
Hayley hugged me quickly.
"Thanks."
With graduation and school behind us, we began the laborious process of 
moving up to the ranch.  Although there was no point in rearranging my 
office now, Tiffany moved in anyway, sleeping on the couch for the few 
days it would take us to pack up and leave.  The girls had their rooms 
packed up fairly quickly, and we spent the remaining time sifting 
through twenty years of bachelor junk and deciding what to take and 
what to trash.
I threw out more than I might have expected, as I realized that I 
wanted to replace a lot of it.  Most of the china, glasses, and 
silverware, old mismatched sets I had had for ten years or more, went 
to charity, as did most of the sheets and towels.  I finally threw out 
my old college beer bottle collection.  The neon Budweiser sign I had 
been saving for years stayed--I wanted to hang that in the barn.  
The further back we got, the more time we spent reviewing memorabilia 
from my college days, laughing over pictures of me with long hair, 
wearing this Black Sabbath T-shirt I had to be surgically removed from 
one summer, or posing with my friends and a few bongs at some party.  
"I can't wait for college," Giselle said wistfully at one point.
"Me too," Marianne said.  "It's going to be so cool."
"It's not all parties," I said.  "I did have to study and go to class 
now and then."
They giggled, but I could tell they didn't believe me.  They would 
learn soon enough.
By the third day of packing, we were down to the odds and ends, most of 
which we threw out.  That afternoon, I finally called a halt to the 
operation.
"I think we're done here.  What's left is trash.  Go relax; we've got a 
big day tomorrow."
The girls high-fived each other, and all of them, except Marianne, went 
out to the pool.  With shrieks and laughter, they all jumped in wearing 
their clothes.  I got a beer from the refrigerator and leaned against 
the counter to rest.
Marianne followed me in, hopping up onto the counter under the window.
"I can't believe this is really going to happen.  Tomorrow night, we're 
going to be sleeping at the ranch."
"Yep."
"Are you excited?"
"Definitely.  I've waited a long time for this."
"You've earned it.  Hayley and I are getting you a housewarming 
present, but it's a surprise."
I chuckled.
"Thanks.  I can't wait."
"I hope you like it.  I think it's really cute."
"I'm sure I will."
I took a swig of beer.
"There's something I want to do today, and I'd like you to come along."
"What is it?"
"Another surprise.  It's basically a present to myself."
"Ooo.  Now?"
"I want to get cleaned up first.  This isn't something I can do in this 
state."
"Okay.  I'll jump in the shower really quick too."
We went upstairs, showered, and dressed.  When I was done, I looked out 
the window to see that Hayley, Tiffany, Ashley, and Giselle had 
stripped out of their clothes and now cavorted nakedly around the 
backyard.  I wavered for a moment, thinking about going down to join 
them, but I knew I had to do this today or wait at least another week.
Marianne emerged from the dressing area in a white cotton blouse, 
knotted at her waist, and a denim skirt.
"Is this okay?"
"Wonderful."
We descended to the pool, where I explained that we were going out for 
a few hours.
"You guys behave, okay?"
That remark engendered a lot of giggles and glances.
"Have fun, whatever it is you're doing," Giselle said.
Marianne followed me out to the garage, and we got into my Mercedes.
"Are you going to tell me what this is now?"
"I'm buying a new car to go with the new ranch."
Her face lit up.
"Oh, cool!  What?"
"You'll see."
She giggled and bounced around in her seat as I drove down toward the 
beach.  When I pulled into my destination, a very upscale and exclusive 
European dealership, she let out an excited squeal.
"I knew it!  What are you going to get?"
"Something I've wanted since I was your age."
We pulled into a parking space, and Marianne hopped out of the car.  
This was primarily a Jaguar dealership, but they also carried several 
other lines of European sports cars.  Marianne's eyes bulged as she 
looked around at the Porsches, Ferraris, and (a few) Lamborghinis 
lining the lot, and to honest, my heart was beating faster in my chest 
the longer we were there.
I was only interested in the Italians, and that was where we headed.  A 
salesman came out to speak to us a few minutes after we were there.
"Can I help you with anything?"
"I have an appointment.  Steven Chandler."
"Certainly.  Just a moment."
He went inside, and about a minute later, the salesman I had talked to 
a few days before emerged from the showroom.  Since this place sold 
cars costing upwards of $250,000, they didn't like to deal with people 
right off the street, and they were certainly not about to let someone 
test drive any these frightfully expensive exotics without checking 
them out thoroughly beforehand.
The salesman shook my hand and smiled warmly, but professionally, at 
Marianne.
"Mr. Chandler, good afternoon.  I'm Bill Jabobs.  We spoke on the phone 
the other day."
"This is Marianne."
"Nice to meet you," she said.
"And you.  I believe you wanted to look at the 355 and the Diablo?"
"Right."
With Marianne following us, he took us to the Lamborghinis.  They had 
only two, and though they were extremely sexy cars, something about 
them just didn't grab me.
After looking over the two cars for a few minutes, I glanced at 
Marianne.  She seemed excited, but not precisely thrilled.
"This is a little over the top, maybe," I said.
She nodded.
"It's not really you."
"Let's look at the others," I said to Jacobs.
He nodded and led us across the lot to a row of Ferraris.  He gave us a 
little spiel about the car, then let us climb inside one.  Marianne got 
into the passenger seat, so flushed with excitement that I thought she 
might burst.
I moved around to get comfortable, inhaling the scent of the leather.  
Oh, boy.  I was actually going to do this.  I took the steering wheel 
in my hands and gripped it tightly.
Jacobs handed me the keys.
"Start her up."
I did.  A deep, throaty rumble ran through the car.  I pressed on the 
gas a few times, and the engine whined as it revved up.
"This is quite a car," he said.
I nodded.  Marianne giggled, wanting to say something but unable to get 
anything coherent out.
"Could we look at the others?  I'm not sure about this color scheme."
"Sure."
I shut off the engine, and we climbed out.  They had five 355s on the 
lot, two of them convertibles.  One of the Spyders was cherry red, the 
other one shameless, in-your-face, banana yellow.  I stopped next to 
the yellow one, and Marianne beamed.
"Kind of the same color as mine."
I nodded, swallowing hard.  Jacobs went inside and returned with the 
keys.
Marianne took a few deep breaths once we were inside it.  
"This is your car and your thing, but . . . it would be really, really 
neat if you got a convertible."
Jacobs showed me how to put the top down, and I stretched out in the 
seat.  Goddamn it, but this was a great car.
"Can we take it for a spin?"
"Sure."
I started it up and backed carefully out of the space.  Giving myself a 
*lot* of spare room, I pulled out into traffic.  The shifter took some 
getting used to, since it was mounted in a very narrow gate, but I soon 
had the car up to speed.  Marianne put her arms above her head, letting 
her hair fly loose in the breeze.
"Woo!"
The Ferrari handled differently from anything I had ever driven before, 
seeming to cling to the road and transmit every bump and seam in the 
pavement through the steering wheel.  The slightest pressure on the 
accelerator sent the engine howling into the upper reaches of the 
tachometer.  
"How is it?"
"Incredible."
She squealed, gripping my arm tightly.
"This is the hottest thing I have ever been in.  You have to get this.  
Please."
"I think I'm going to."
She shook with excitement, laughing and squealing at the same time.  
The traffic cleared up ahead of us, and I used the opening to swing 
around and return to the dealership.  By the time we got back, I was 
basically sold.
Jacobs was waiting patiently.
"How was it?"
"Great.  I, uh . . . I think we're going to do it."
"Wonderful.  Congratulations."
He shook my hand, and Marianne let out another squeal, hugging me 
tightly.  We went inside to close the deal.  Though it took some time 
to work out the details, particularly trading in my Mercedes, about 
ninety minutes later I walked out as the proud owner of a new Ferrari 
355 Spyder convertible.
We climbed back into the car, Marianne still giggling in excitement.
"I can't believe this," she gushed.  "I cannot believe this.  I've 
never even sat in a Ferrari before, let alone known anyone who owned 
one."
"I can't believe it either."
"Do you . . . um . . . think I could ever drive it?"
I laughed giddily.
"I don't know.  We'll see."
She leaned across the middle and hugged me again.  I started the car 
and drove off the lot.
I didn't want to go home right away.  I took the car down to the 
Pacific Coast Highway and opened up it, racing north out of town.  
Marianne beamed at me as we drove along.  The sun was starting set in 
front of us, and I thought that if there was a better place to be at 
that moment, I didn't know where it was.  Owning a car like this should 
be enough.  Driving it around with a girl like Marianne in the 
passenger seat was just too much--"gilding the lily" was a phrase that 
popped into my mind.
The engine was loud when we were up to highway speeds, but it was the 
sweetest sound I had ever heard.  Everyone we passed craned their heads 
around to get a good look at the car, slowing down or speeding up to 
come along side.  Marianne laughed at this and stood up in her seat, 
grabbing the windshield to steady herself.  Her hair streamed out 
behind her.  
"Be careful."
She laughed.
"I love you!"
"I love you, too."
I pulled her back into the car and pressed down on the gas.  Good God--
this thing had so much power to spare that it was almost obscene.  I 
had never experienced this much top-end acceleration.  I downshifted, 
and the Ferrari leapt forward like a gazelle, roaring past a hundred in 
about two seconds.  Thank God the road was straight, because I almost 
lost control of the car with that little maneuver.  I eased off the 
gas, shifting up, and I could hear the engine popping as it slowed 
down.
Marianne laughed, looking behind us at the cars we had raced past.
"This thing is really fast."
"No kidding."
Not wanting to get a ticket or crack the thing up half an hour after 
buying it, I dropped back to a more sedate speed.  The sun was just 
about to hit the water off to the west, and I realized we were passing 
through the state park north of town.  I swung off at the next exit.
"Where are we going?"
"I feel like parking and watching the sunset."
She smiled at me and rubbed my thigh.  I drove into the park, and 
within a few minutes I found a spot overlooking the beach.  I could 
still feel the vibrations of the engine running through me even after I 
parked and shut off the car.  Marianne reached over and took my hand.
"The next sunset we watch will be from the back porch."
"Yep."
"I keep thinking that something awful has to happen.  It's not fair to 
be this happy."
"You've gone through a lot.  You deserve it."
She leaned over and laid her head on my shoulder.  I put my arm around 
her and held her as we watched the sun sinking beneath the horizon.
"Babe?"
"Hmm?"
"Do you ever think about the future?  Us, I mean."
"All the time."
She nuzzled me.
"What do you think?"
"I want you in my life.  I don't want to lay a lot of expectations on 
you, though.  You're still young, and you have your whole life ahead of 
you."
"I was just thinking.  I read something once about how guys who aren't 
married at forty probably never will."
My stomach twitched.
"I want to get married someday," I said.  "I do.  I would have done it, 
I just never met the right girl."
"You've dated a lot, though, right?  So you pretty much know what you 
want now."
"She's sitting right beside me."
She made a contented little noise and pressed herself against me.
"But what if you had met me when you were eighteen?  If you felt the 
same thing, but you hadn't had all this experience.  How would you know 
what you wanted to do?"
She was talking about herself, obviously, but I went along with her 
scenario.
"It's a tough question.  Perspective is worth a lot.  I guess I'm a lot 
more secure in how I feel for you because of it.  But I would have 
loved you just as much as eighteen.  I'm just not sure what you would 
have thought of me."
She laughed softly.
"We would have hooked up somehow.  I know that."
She sighed.
"One moment I'm sure I want to spend the rest of my life with you.  
Then I get scared because I feel so young for such a commitment.  And 
then I feel guilty for thinking things like that when I love you so 
much."
I hugged her.
"It's normal.  I'm not asking you for a life-long commitment tonight.  
We can do that when, and only when, you feel ready for it."
She was quiet for a few moments.
"Thanks."
I squeezed her again.
"Anytime."
We drove home about ten minutes later, and Marianne ran in the house to 
tell the other girls about the Ferrari.  We found them largely dressed, 
whatever they had been up to while we were gone, and they ran back out 
to the driveway, shrieking and gasping over the car.  I promised to 
take them all for rides when we got up to Santa Cruz.
Since all the food was packed up or thrown out, we ordered a couple of 
pizzas for dinner.  Ashley spent the night with Giselle in her room, 
and Tiffany slept on the couch.  Marianne and I finally went to bed 
after eleven.  When I climbed under the sheets, I discovered that she 
was naked.  She cuddled with me, pressing her body against mine.
"I though you'd be tired," I said.
"I am.  But it's our last night in this house."
We snuggled together, warm under the covers.  We fondled each other for 
a few minutes, just enjoying our mutual nudity.  Marianne giggled when 
I reached between her legs.  She was already quite wet.  I rolled her 
on her back, sliding under the blanket.  I took a breast in my mouth as 
my fingers played between her thighs.  Another squirt of moisture 
emerged onto my hand, and I began masturbating her slowly.  She moaned, 
then pushed my head off her breasts, down her abdomen.
I resisted at first, kissing my way down, licking the kitten at her 
hip.  She pulled my head between her thighs and pushed her wet sex up 
at my mouth.
I sucked her clit between my lips, making her convulse, then slipped my 
tongue into her.  I tried to make love to her with it, pushing it in 
deeply and wiggling it around, tasting her sweet fluids.  Then I pulled 
it out, sliding it up against her clit.  I repeated the action, tongue 
deeply into her, then up between her labia.  She whimpered, clawing at 
my shoulders, as I fell into a rhythm.  Her hips rolled under me, 
moving with me, and her breathing was now rough and ragged.
A few minutes of this were all it took before I felt the tremors 
beginning her abdomen.  Her stomach muscles twitched once, twice, then 
her hands clamped down on mine.  Her back arched, and a low feline 
whine escaped her lips as she shuddered under my attentions.  As it 
peaked, she pushed me away with a soft cry.  I kissed her sex one last 
time and slid up beside her.
She hugged me briefly before disappearing under the covers to return 
the favor.  I felt her bobbing slowly over me, working her lips against 
the head and her tongue stud against the underside.  One hand held the 
base of my cock, the other gently pulled on my balls.  She rolled her 
head around to increase the friction as she bobbed over me, and I had 
to reach down to hold her head.  
She would have taken me all the way had I wanted to, but I needed to be 
inside her.  I pulled her off, and she straddled me immediately, 
sitting back to swallow me into her belly.  She pulled her knees up to 
my side and lowered herself down to kiss me, smiling.
"Hi."
"Hey, Kitten."
She squeezed me slowly, rhythmically, but didn't otherwise move.
"You meant what you said tonight?"
"All of it.  But what do you mean?"
"That you do want to get married some day?"
"As long as it's to you.  But remember what I said.  No pressure.  
Nothing until you're ready."
She looked down at me, eyes as full of love as they could ever be.
"If I could . . . I would stay like this forever.  This is all I ever 
need.  You and me, together."
"Me too, Kitten."
"I love you so much."
"I love you too."
We made love slowly for another hour, then slept.
The moving truck arrived at seven a.m., and I did my best to direct 
traffic.  Marianne went down the hill to Starbucks to get some coffee 
for everyone, and the other girls did what they could to help.
We were about halfway done, and I was in the kitchen checking the 
cabinets for anything we missed when I heard Hayley shouting from the 
front of the house.
"What?!  No!  Let go of me!"
I dropped what I was doing and ran out to see what was going on.  The 
reality of it was clear immediately--there was really no arguing with 
the image that was burning into the back of my brain--but it took a few 
moments for it to really register.
An unpleasant-looking woman I didn't recognize was standing in the 
foyer trying to take Hayley's arm.  Hayley was having none of it, 
trying to back away.  Standing with the woman were a pair of police 
officers.  Marianne was trying to get to Hayley, but the woman was 
holding her off.
The woman saw me and pointed.
"That's him."
The two officers approached me.
"Are you Steven Chandler?" one of them asked.
"Yes.  What is this about?"
"I have a warrant for your arrest.  Violation of Penal Code section 
261.5."
"What the hell is that?"
"Unlawful sexual contact with a minor.  Statutory rape, in other 
words."
* * *
The lawyers amongst you will note that I have taken some literary 
license with various rules of evidence and procedure in this chapter, 
all for dramatic effect.  Don't feel the need to write me about it, 
okay?
Ch. 35 Codes: Mf, teen, nosex, lawyers
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
The officers handcuffed me and took me out to their cruiser as Hayley 
and Marianne went into hysterics.  I was in shock until I looked back 
toward the house and saw the officers and the woman physically dragging 
Hayley, gone completely berserk, out the front door.
I had never been a particularly emotional person--I was never the sort 
of guy who wore his heart on his sleeve.  All my life, I tended bottle 
up my emotions, only letting them out with people I really trusted.
Marianne was one of them.  Hayley was another.  And when I saw the two 
officers struggling with her and finally shoving her down onto the 
front lawn to handcuff her, I lost it.  Some primal protective impulse, 
something rising out of the brain stem, took control of my body.  I 
thrashed around in my seat.  I rolled on my back and kicked at the side 
window.  I screamed at them--I didn't even know what I was saying, if I 
was even doing anything other than howl in powerless outrage. 
Outside the car, Marianne had jumped on one officer's back, trying to 
get him off Hayley.  He reared back, throwing her onto the ground.  The 
other officer had succeeded in handcuffing Hayley, and he dragged her 
to her feet and over to the woman's car.  She looked toward me in 
desperation, eyes pleading for help, and had I been physically able to 
burst out of the squad car after her, I would have.
The other officer was threatening Marianne, who lay on the ground 
holding her arm in pain.  He shook his finger at her angrily, and only 
now did he notice what was going on in their cruiser.  
He stalked up to the window I was still kicking at.
"Knock that shit off, goddamnit!"
I heard sirens approaching, and another squad car came screeching up to 
the house a minute later.  Marianne was still lying on the lawn crying, 
and Giselle and Tiffany had come out of the house to help her.  The two 
officers stood warily in the driveway watching them as two more burst 
out of the backup unit that had just arrived.
By now, the neighbors had emerged from their houses to watch.  The 
woman, whoever she was, stood by her car, and I stared at her 
murderously.  She met my gaze only once, giving me a look of disdain 
before turning away.  The situation had calmed down now with both 
Hayley and me locked up, and the four officers milled around discussing 
what to do.  I waited for them to arrest Marianne for attacking one of 
them, but they seemed content with a stern lecture.  Finally they began 
packing up to leave.
Marianne struggled to her feet and came up to the police car, still 
crying, and pressed her face against the window.
"Call your mother!" I yelled.  "Call your mother, okay?"
She continued sobbing against the window, incoherent with grief, until 
we pulled away from the house.
They took me downtown, booked me, then let me call Brian.  They stuck 
me in a holding cell, where I sat for several hours with some other 
unsavory characters.  Just after three o'clock, the deputies abruptly 
let me out of the cell, telling me that I was being released.  I found 
Brian waiting for me when they returned my possessions.
"Man, I tell you, I've seen some lame cases in my day, but this one 
takes the cake."
"What did you find out?  What's going on?"
"You've been released, for now.  The D.A. is still trying to decide 
whether to file charges."
"Seriously?"
"Seriously.  But let me ask you something.  Do you know a kid named 
Randy Donahue?"
I groaned.
"Oh, shit.  Yes.  He's Marianne's ex-boyfriend."
"Well, he is alleging that you confessed to having sex with Hayley, to 
him."
"What?!"
"That's what the ADA I talked to said.  Apparently he went to the 
Family and Child Services office downtown and reported it earlier this 
week.  They assigned that uptight bitch who grabbed Hayley--I talked to 
her too, and Jesus, I feel sorry for that woman's husband, if she's got 
one--and she sent the SWAT team over to your house."
I followed Brian to his car as he explained all this.
"Do you know what they did with Hayley?"
"No.  They won't tell me.  DFCS has her, and I don't know what they're 
going to do with her.  I called your house and talked to Marianne, who 
is still a mess.  She said their mother is on her way down, but I get 
the distinct impression that DFCS isn't going to just release Hayley to 
her."
"What do you mean?"
"That woman seems to have a major bug up her butt about your living 
arrangements.  All she told me was that she wanted talk to Mrs. 
Mulcahey."
I got into his car, and we drove back toward my house.
"What's going to happen now?"
"I'm not sure.  Normally, the ADA would have gone to the grand jury to 
get an indictment by now.  She's apparently still weighing her options, 
which is why they let you go.  They have to charge you within 48 hours 
or turn you loose, and I guess she needs more time than that.  But this 
is going to be ugly however it comes out."
I sighed.
"It's ugly already."
When we pulled up, Marianne came running out of the house and jumped 
into my arms, sobbing.  I held her tightly, trying not to think too 
hard about everything crashing down around our heads.
The move, obviously, was suspended, although the movers finished 
loading their truck and left.  It was that or have them unload 
everything, and I saw no point in that.  I was probably in denial, but 
I couldn't bring myself to make that decision.  Marianne, Giselle, and 
I went to a hotel, and  Tiffany went home.  
Elizabeth arrived at seven, and despite an hour on the phone, was 
unable to get a straight answer out of anyone about where Hayley was.  
The woman on the case refused to tell Elizabeth anything until she 
talked to her the next day.  Elizabeth and Marianne then cried in each 
others' arms for twenty minutes.
I half expected Elizabeth to blame me for this (and it was my fault, 
right?) but instead she seemed to be blaming herself.  She went with 
Brian the next morning to talk to the woman at DFCS, and they returned 
two hours later without Hayley.  Elizabeth went to her room to cry 
without saying a word, and I sat down with Brian.
He shook his head slowly.
"When this all over, I'm going to buy that woman a new broom, because 
she's wearing out the one she's got very fast."
"What happened?"
"They won't tell us a thing about Hayley except that she's being held 
somewhere in protective custody.  Can you believe that shit?  
Protective custody from her own damn mother."
"They think she's in on this."
"Essentially.  They don't like the fact that she was letting Hayley and 
Marianne live with you."
"What do they know?"
"They know shit.  All they've got is that kid, but unfortunately, 
that's enough to grab Hayley temporarily.  My guess is that they may 
hold on to her until the trial."
"Can they do that?" Marianne asked.
"Yes.  They can.  Once they get an indictment, they have good cause to 
keep her away from the rest of you.  They'll have to let me interview 
her before the trial, but they don't have to let anyone else see her 
unless they feel like it."
I closed my eyes and swallowed hard.  Hayley was being punished the 
worst here, and she was supposedly the victim.
"So what do we do?"
"We wait.  I need to talk to the ADA.  Assuming they file charges, I 
suspect they'll be amenable to some kind of deal, if that's what you're 
willing to do."
Marianne jumped in before I could respond.
"No!  No deals!  Steve didn't do anything wrong.  Randy is just doing 
this to get back at him, and me, for dumping him."
Brian looked at me, and I nodded slowly.  He sighed.
"Okay.  No deals.  But you realize that if you get convicted, you are 
looking at some serious jail time here?  Because of the large age 
difference."
"Yes.  I know."
Brian went back to his office, and the four of us sat numbly around our 
rooms.  Nobody seemed inclined to talk about what had happened.
Brian called me the next morning to tell me he had met with the ADA on 
the case.  She was apparently a woman he had faced before.
"She's a pro," he said, "but that's good.  She'll play it straight, 
which some other ADA's I've worked with might not have.  We could have 
done a lot worse."
Nothing much happened for several days, during which I had to have the 
movers put my stuff in storage, since none of us could go up to Santa 
Cruz to let them into the new house.  Four days after my arrest, Brian 
called the hotel and asked us to come down to his office for a meeting.  
Marianne, Elizabeth, and I showed up at one, and he showed us into his 
conference room.
"Okay.  We have had a very odd development here.  You recall what I 
said about the ADA going to the grand jury to get an indictment?"
"Yes."
"Well, she's not going to do that.  She has, instead, asked for a 
preliminary hearing."
"What's the difference?" Elizabeth asked.
"A lot."  He looked down at his legal pad and tapped his pencil a few 
times.  "To back up a little, in any criminal case, the ADA has to get 
a ruling that there is probable cause for a trial before they can go 
any further.  That's essentially what an indictment is, and there are 
two ways of getting it.  The first, and most common, is going to the 
grand jury, where the ADA can put together whatever case she likes, 
present whatever evidence she wants, without our participation.  We 
have no right to be present or to introduce evidence, and though you 
are not required to testify, if you chose to do so, you have no right 
to have an attorney present."
"That's so unfair," Marianne said.
Brian nodded, grinning.
"Speaking as a defense attorney, I'll agree with you.  But that is how 
it's been for several hundred years.  The idea is that since your guilt 
is not in question, only the issue of probable cause, you don't need as 
many protections."
"But she's not doing that?" I asked.
"No.  Ninety-nine times out of a hundred, she would, but this time 
she's not.  It's two ways of skinning the same cat, but a preliminary 
hearing is a completely different animal.  It's conducted more like a 
mini-trial.  The rules of evidence and procedure are still 
significantly relaxed, but we will get to cross-examine her witnesses 
and present our own exculpatory evidence, and the ruling will be made 
by a judge instead of a bunch of naive housewives and retirees who'll 
believe anything the ADA tells them.  It's a much fairer proceeding, 
which is why ADA's hate them.  Since California brought the grand jury 
back a few years ago, the preliminary hearing has almost become 
extinct."
"So why is she doing it?"
He paused again.
"This is only speculation, mind you, but I get the distinct impression 
that she is not wild about this case.  We may be dealing with a matter 
of internal county politics.  You have to understand that the DA's 
office and the DFCS usually work very closely together, not just on 
molestation cases but custody issues, child support, and a whole raft 
of other things.  We've come a long way from the witch-hunt mentality 
of the 80's and early 90's, but that much hasn't changed.  The ADA is 
not going to piss them off if she can avoid it.  So rather than just 
declining to prosecute a lame case, which this is, she'll do the 
hearing.  That way, if the judge says no deal, she can blame him 
instead of taking any responsibility for dropping the case."
My head began to buzz.  I answered him more intensely than I meant to.
"So you think this is all just a sham?"
He shook his head.
"No.  That is not what I'm saying.  She will do her job and do her best 
to get an indictment, and if she gets it, she will put you on trial.  I 
am just saying that I sense she won't be too heartbroken if she loses."
"What makes you think she doesn't like the case?" Marianne asked.
"Statutory rape tends to be very simple, because there is usually one 
issue and one issue only.  Did Steve have sex with a minor?  Everything 
else, consent, intent, who thought what about whom, all of that is 
irrelevant.  That Hayley is under 18 isn't in dispute, so all the ADA 
has to do is prove he slept with her.  Right now, all she has is Randy.  
Because I know, and I will bet you any amount of money, that Hayley is 
not cooperating.  The ADA has to have talked to her by now, and it's 
obvious as hell that Hayley won't tell them what they want to hear.  If 
she had, we would not be sitting here.  That would be the whole case, 
and the ADA would have already gone to the grand jury.  The fact that 
we are doing this hearing tells me that she hasn't got much else to go 
on.  That, and the fact that they won't let us at her."
I realized what he was saying.
"They're leaning on her to get her to cooperate," I said angrily.  
"She's the *victim,* and they're leaning on *her* to confess."
He nodded slowly.
"It's been known to happen.  Oh, I'm sure they've rationalized it by 
telling themselves that she's in denial and that they're trying to help 
her escape from the spell you have her under, but my distinct feeling 
is that they are doing just that."
Elizabeth let out a sob and began crying into her hands.
"Oh, my God!  My baby!"
Marianne tried to comfort her, and Elizabeth leaned over to cry on her 
shoulder.  I had to take a few moments to collect myself.
"So what do we do now?"
"I'm going to get to work on preparing for the hearing.  You won't have 
to testify, and I strongly advise you not to even consider it, but 
Marianne and Elizabeth will almost certainly be subpoenaed.  Probably 
Tiffany and Giselle also.  They'll put Randy on the stand and Hayley 
too, though my guess is that they'll save her for last.  Partly because 
she's the main witness, but also because it will give them the maximum 
amount of time to get her to crack."
"Jesus."
He nodded.
"This ground zero of our justice system, Steve.  No one ever said it 
was pretty."
The hearing took place a few days later.  Brian had prepped us all 
thoroughly, and I had talked with the girls myself in private.  I 
pointed out that Brian thought only that I was sleeping with Marianne 
and knew nothing about anything else that had gone on.  Since all of 
them would have to commit perjury to get us out of this, that fact 
could not change.  If Brian knew the whole truth, he would have no 
choice but to withdraw from the case, since he could not ethically 
allow the girls to get up on the stand and perjure themselves.
I dressed in my best suit, having to dig it out of storage, and I went 
with Brian into the courthouse and up to the courtroom.  The others 
would have to wait in the hallway to be called as witnesses.
The ADA was a pretty blonde woman of about thirty-five.  Her shoulder 
length hair was pinned back with a silver clip, and she wore a trim 
navy suit.  Beside her, at the prosecutor's table, was the woman from 
DFCS.  We exchanged steely glares when I entered the room and 
thereafter ignored each other.
The ADA got up first and gave a short opening statement about what she 
intended to do and what evidence she had.  Brian followed by pointing 
out that the whole case rested on hearsay testimony from someone with 
an axe to grind. 
A few days before, I had had what I thought was a revelation about 
Randy's testimony, namely that, as Brian was now explaining, everything 
he said was hearsay.  Brian calmly informed me that that didn't much 
help us, for a couple of reasons.  First, hearsay was admissible in a 
preliminary hearing, and second, even if it weren't, his testimony fit 
into an exception known as admissions against interest--the idea being 
that I wouldn't have made such a statement to Randy were it not the 
truth.  I tried to point out that that said nothing about whether Randy 
was making the whole thing up, but Brian explained that the question of 
Randy's veracity was an issue for the jury, not the judge.  After that, 
I just gave up and let him do his job.
As Brian had predicted, Randy was the first witness.  He gave me a 
barely concealed glance of triumph when he took the stand.
The ADA began with a few foundational issues, then turned to the case.
"How do you know Mr. Chandler?"
"He's dating my ex-girlfriend."
"Who is your ex-girlfriend?"
"Marianne Mulcahey.  Hayley's sister."
"When did you first meet Mr. Chandler?"
"I don't recall the exact date.  It was some time last September."
"And what was the occasion?"
"I was angry about Marianne dumping me.  I went over to tell him to 
stay away from her."
Brian glanced at me, and I nodded.  He had told me that the ADA would 
almost certainly explore Randy's motivations before we could do it, as 
a means of defusing any impeachment of his testimony.
"You were angry with Mr. Chandler?"
"Yes."
"Did you go his house again?"
"Yes."
"When?"
"About a month or two later."
"And what was the occasion?"
"Pretty much the same thing.  I was upset at losing Marianne.  I went 
there to yell at him."
"Was there another time you went to Mr. Chandler's house?"
"Yes.  Back in March."
The hairs on my neck rose.  Randy had not been back to my house since 
that drunken incident last fall.  I took Brian's pen and wrote "B.S." 
on his legal pad.
"Why were you there?"
"I had heard some things about what was going on.  That Marianne and 
Hayley had moved in with them.  I was worried about them."
The ADA's face tightened slightly, and I could tell she didn't quite 
believe that.  But she went on.  I noticed that Randy was now carefully 
avoiding my gaze.
"What occurred when you arrived at the house?"
"Mr. Chandler answered the door."
"Was anyone else there?"
"Yes.  I saw Hayley standing behind him."
"Did you see anything unusual about her?"
"Yes.  She appeared to be wearing nothing but her panties and a short 
T-shirt.  Like she had just gotten out of bed."
Brian jerked back in his seat.
"Objection.  The witness has no personal knowledge of that fact.  That 
is pure speculation."
"We're in a preliminary hearing here, your Honor," the ADA said.
The judge nodded to Brian.
"The point is made, counsel.  Proceed."
She turned back to Randy.
"Did Mr. Chandler say anything to you?"
"Yes.  I told him what I thought of him, that he was just using the 
girls, and he laughed at me.  He said 'Yeah, I use them every damn 
night.'"
"Those were his exact words?"
"Yes."
"And what did you take that to mean?"
"That he was having sex with both Marianne and Hayley."
"Did Hayley have any reaction to that statement?"
"No.  She didn't act like it was anything unusual."
Brian spoke up again.
"Objection.  We're back into the speculation again, your Honor."
The ADA just turned back to Randy.
"How did she react, if at all?  Specifically."
"She didn't react.  She just stood there smiling at me like she--" He 
stopped, glancing at Brian.  "She seemed to think it was all funny."
The ADA stepped back.
"I have nothing further."
She sat down, and Brian got to his feet.
"Randy, you don't like Mr. Chandler, do you?"
"No."
"You're mad at him because he took Marianne away from you, aren't you?"
"Yes."
"You would like to see him in jail, wouldn't you?"
"Yes."
"You were intoxicated on at least one of these occasions when you 
showed up at Mr. Chandler's house, weren't you?"
He glanced at the ADA, whose face darkened.  She apparently wasn't 
aware of that fact.  Randy gulped.
"Yes I was."
"And you aren't old enough to drink, are you?"
"Um.  No."
Brian paused and glanced down at his legal pad.
"I want to talk about the alleged conversation you had with Mr. 
Chandler in March.  Do you recall the date on which it occurred?"
"Yes.  It was March 28th."
Several sets of eyebrows went up around the courtroom.
"You recall that specifically?"
"Yes.  Because it was right before I went on vacation."
"What time of day was it?"
"Nighttime.  Maybe eight o'clock."
Brian glanced at me, then the ADA, then back at his pad.  He sat down.
"That's all I have."
The ADA stood up again.
"Randy, were you intoxicated when you visited Mr. Chandler's house on 
March 28?"
"No, I wasn't."
She gave us a triumphant glance and sat down.  I looked at Brian, who 
rolled his eyes in defeat.  So much for that point.
The next witness was the woman from DFCS.  She gave me a steely, 
disdainful glare when she climbed into the witness seat.  The ADA spent 
a few minutes going over who she was and what she did before getting to 
the main issues.
"Can you describe your first meeting with Randy Donahue?"
"He showed up on the afternoon of June 12th, telling the receptionist 
that he had to speak with a social worker about something important.  
They sent him into my office."
"How would you describe his manner?"
"He was nervous.  This clearly something that had been eating at him 
for a long time."
I gritted my teeth.  No shit, I wanted to say.
"And what did Randy tell you?"
"He told me about Mr. Chandler, and that his ex-girlfriend and her 
sister were living with him.  He said that Mr. Chandler had confessed 
to having sex with both of them."
"And what did you do in response to this?"
"I explored the issue with him for about an hour.  However disgusting I 
found Mr. Chandler's relationship with Marianne, I told him we could 
not do anything about that, but that any contact between Mr. Chandler 
and Hayley was illegal.  The more he told me, the angrier I got, 
especially when he explained about their mother having left the girls 
with Mr. Chandler.  I realized this was a situation we had to act on 
immediately, for Hayley's sake."
"And what action did you take?"
"I contacted the Sheriff's Department and discussed the case with them.  
We went out there the next day.  They arrested Mr. Chandler, and I 
removed Hayley from the household."
"You've had an opportunity to examine Hayley, have you not?"
"Yes.  She's clearly traumatized by her experience with Mr. Chandler.  
It's going to take a very long time for her to recover from this."
"What do you base this opinion on?"
"She's still in denial about what she experienced.  She's been very 
hostile and uncooperative."
"Is such behavior unusual?"
"Not at all.  Quite often in such situations, especially when the 
victim has been living with her abuser, she will initially deny 
everything in an attempt to protect him."
"But you are confident that Mr. Chandler was having sexual intercourse 
with Hayley?"
"There is no doubt in my mind about that fact."
The ADA smiled at us.
"I have nothing else."
Brian stood up as she sat down.
"Ms. Marcus, you were not entirely accurate when you described your 
'removal' of Hayley from Mr. Chandler's presence, were you?"
She sniffed.
"I don't know what you mean."
"In fact, she was so uncooperative that the police had to throw her 
down on the ground and handcuff her, didn't they?"
"As I said, she is very traumatized by Mr. Chandler's treatment of her.  
Such behavior is not uncommon.  He has such a hold over her that I was 
not surprised by what happened."
"But that is indeed what occurred?"
"Yes."
"She even spat in your face during this incident, didn't she?"
The woman squirmed slightly.
"Yes."
"Is it in fact possible that Hayley has not been abused, and that she 
was just trying to defend herself from being dragged away from her 
family and friends?"
"Not from my assessment of this case."
"But it's possible?"
"I suppose anything is possible.  But it's extremely unlikely."
"Hayley has denied having any sexual contact with Mr. Chandler, hasn't 
she?"
"As I said, she's in denial.  That will change."
"You're certain of that?"
"Yes."
"Based on what?"
"My experience in previous cases."
Brian fidgeted with his legal pad, then sat down.
The ADA then called Marianne.  She stepped into the courtroom, and per 
Brian's instructions, avoided greeting me or looking at me too hard.  
She wore a demure white dress and little or no makeup.
"How do you know Mr. Chandler?"
"We've been dating for about a year.  I'm living with him now."
"Have you had sexual intercourse with him?"
She quivered for a moment.
"Yes."
"How many times?"
She looked up at the judge.
"Do I have to answer that?"
The judge nodded.
"Um.  I don't know.  I haven't been counting."
"More than 10 times?"
"Yes."
"More than 20?"
"Your Honor, I have trouble seeing the relevance of this," Brian said.
"So do I," he responded.  "Let's move along, Ms. Haywood."
"When was the first time?"
"October 22."
"Last year?  You remember the date?"
"Yes.  Because it was three days after my eighteenth birthday."
Out of the corner of my eye, I looked over at Brian very carefully.  He 
had gone stock still, and I knew why.  Marianne had just perjured 
herself, and he knew it.
Haywood fidgeted with her legal pad for a few seconds.
"Do you recall when Mr. Chandler first met your sister Hayley?"
"Yes.  I brought her over one afternoon to use the pool."
"You brought her over frequently after that?"
"Yes."
"How many times?"
"A few times a week maybe."
"Did the three of you ever go out together in the evenings?"
"Yes."
"On dates?"
"For dinner.  I don't know if you could call it dates."
She flipped through her pad for a second.
"Mr. Chandler bought your sister a new car, did he not?"
"Yes."
"He bought you one as well, didn't he?"
"For our birthdays."
"Just out of friendship?"
Marianne gulped, glancing at me.
"More than that."
"Your sister is in love with Mr. Chandler, isn't she?"
Brian spoke up.
"Your Honor, that's pretty darned ambiguous.  There are a lot of 
different types of love."
"I'm going to explore this fully," Haywood said.
"Proceed, then," the judge said.
She looked back to Marianne, who inhaled slowly.
"Yes she is."
"And, just to be clear, we're talking about romantic love, aren't we?"
"She loves him in a lot of ways.  He's done a lot for us."
"And to you, yes?"
Brian jumped out of his chair.
"Your *Honor*."
The judge glared down at the ADA.
"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that, Ms. Haywood."
She didn't appear fazed, and continued.
"Hayley began living with you at some point, didn't she?"
"Yes.  When our mother moved away.  But she had her own room.  It 
wasn't like you're implying."
"But would you say that her feelings for him deepened once she was 
living with him?"
Marianne took a slow breath.
"Yes."
"Did you ever hear her say, 'I love you' to Mr. Chandler?"
Marianne gulped.
"Yes."
"On more than one occasion?"
"Yes."
Haywood looked at my table triumphantly.
"I have nothing further."
Brian stood up.
"I really have only one question, Marianne.  To your knowledge, did Mr. 
Chandler ever have sexual intercourse with your sister Hayley?"
"No, he did not."
Brian sat down, and Haywood stood back up.
"Were there ever occasions when Hayley and Mr. Chandler were alone 
together?"
Marianne glanced at me, worry etched all over her face.  But she 
couldn't deny a question like that without destroying her credibility, 
not since Haywood had established that Hayley was living with us.
"Yes."
"So they could have had sex without your knowledge?"
I watched her eyes filling with tears, and I nodded.  Haywood had boxed 
her in very neatly.
"Yes," she said very quietly.
"That's all I have."
Marianne left the courtroom crying quietly, and I looked over at Brian.  
He simply scratched methodically at his legal pad with his chin in his 
hand.
This was not going well.
* * *
The lawyers amongst you will note that I have taken some literary 
license with various rules of evidence and procedure in this chapter, 
all for dramatic effect.  Don't feel the need to write me about it, 
okay?
Ch. 36 Codes: Mf, teen, nosex, lawyers
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
When Marianne was gone, Haywood called Giselle to the stand.
"How do you know Hayley?"
"I'm friends with her sister.  She was also on the J.V. cheerleading 
squad last year."
"And you were on the varsity?"
"Yes."
"How did you meet Mr. Chandler?"
"I came over to his house one night with Marianne."
"Were there ever occasions when you were at his house that Hayley was 
also present?"
"Yes."
"How would you characterize their relationship?"
"They're very close, especially since her father went to jail.  She had 
a crush on him at first.  I think she really loves him now.  But it 
looks more to me like she's adopted him as a surrogate father."
Haywood didn't seem to like that response, so she moved on to something 
else.  
"Mr. Chandler has a thing for young girls, doesn't he?"
Brian spoke up instantly.
"Your Honor, can we dispense with the innuendo here and stick to the 
facts?"
"I'm going to establish this," Haywood said.
"Do so," the judge said.
She turned back to Giselle, who fidgeted for a moment.
"I don't know what you mean."
"Are you aware that he is having sex with Marianne?"
"Yes."
"You are living with him right now, aren't you?"
"I was renting a room from him."
 
"For how much?"
"Twenty-five a week.  It's all I can afford."
"What prompted you to move in with him?"
"I got into a fight with my folks.  I wanted out.  Marianne and Steve 
had an extra room, and she offered to let me stay there."
Haywood paused a moment or two to collect her thoughts.
"On more than one occasion, Mr. Chandler has hosted parties for your 
cheerleading squad, hasn't he?"
Giselle squirmed for a moment.
"Yes."
"Did anything sexual ever occur at these parties?"
Giselle gasped slightly, and her breathing accelerated.  Haywood sensed 
it instantly, and closed in for the kill.
"Giselle, I'll remind you that you are under oath here."
"Okay," Giselle squeaked.
"Did anything sexual ever occur at these parties?"
Giselle looked at me in terror, and I nodded.  I couldn't stand to see 
her trapped like this.
"Yes."
"Such as?"
Giselle gasped for breath a few times.
"Um."
"Go on."
 "I--a couple of times--I had sex with Marianne.  And with two other 
girls on the squad."
Haywood's eyes widened.
"You had sex with *Marianne*?"
"Yes."
"In front of Mr. Chandler?"
"Yes."
She glanced at me in shock, then looked back at Giselle.  But that 
brief break gave Giselle just enough time to regain her wits.
"Did you ever have sex with Mr. Chandler?"
"No."
"Did he have sex with any of the other girls?"
"No."
"He just had you put on a show for him?"
"It wasn't that cheap.  We all liked him."
The ADA laughed weakly.
"Apparently so."
She paused for a second or two, looking at her pad.
"Was Hayley ever present at these parties?"
"No."
"Never?"
"Never."
Haywood fumed for a second, seeming to sense that she had somehow 
missed an opportunity here.
"I think that's all I have."
Brian stood up.
"To your knowledge, did Mr. Chandler ever have sex with Hayley?"
"No, he did not."
Giselle stepped down, and Haywood called Tiffany to the stand.  She 
gave her foundation only the bare minimum before pouncing on Giselle's 
accidental confession.
"Have you ever had sex with Marianne Mulcahey?"
Tiffany gasped, and her eyes swelled in shock.
"Uh."  She glanced at us, thrown completely off-balance.  "How--"
"Just answer the question.  And remember that you are under oath here."
Tiffany gulped.
"Yes."
"In front of Mr. Chandler?"
"Yes."
"Have you ever had sex with Mr. Chandler?"
Still too flustered to think straight, she answered.
"Yes."
"On what occasions?"
"I don't remember."
Haywood's eyebrows went up.
"You don't remember?"
"I mean, I don't--there were a lot--"
"There were a lot of occasions?"
Trapped now, Tiffany could only blather forth what she knew.  My teeth 
went on edge, seeing the entire case collapsing.
"Uh.  Yeah."
"When was the first time?"
"Uh.  Last year."
"Was Marianne aware of this?"
"Yes.  It was her idea."
Haywood again glanced at me in disbelief.
"It was *her* idea for you to have sex with her boyfriend?"
"Yeah, I mean, we've kind of got this thing were she tells me what to 
do, and I do it."
"And she tells you to have sex with Mr. Chandler?"
I put my face in my hands, unable to watch any more of this.
"Yes."
Haywood had to pause a moment to compose herself.
"Have you ever had sex with Hayley Mulcahey?"
Everything in the world seemed to pause on a precipice.  If Tiffany 
answered this truthfully, the rest of it would probably come spilling 
out as well.  But the mention of Hayley's name seemed to strike 
something inside of Tiffany, and she regained a modicum of poise.
"No."
"No?"
"No."
Haywood clearly didn't know whether to believe this.
"Was Hayley ever present when you had sex with Marianne?"
"No."
Haywood's hands clenched, then relaxed.  She took a deep breath.
"Tiffany, how old are you?"
"Eighteen."
"When was your eighteenth birthday?"
"Last December."
"Was this before or after--"
"Before.  Before I had sex with Steve."
Haywood paused again, frustrated.  She rubbed her forehead for a 
moment.
"How would you characterize Mr. Chandler's relationship with Hayley?"
"They're really close.  He's kind of become her father since her dad 
got busted.  But that's all it is, as far as I know."
Haywood exhaled slowly.  She stared at her legal pad for a few moments.
"I have nothing else."
Brian remained seated.
"I don't have anything."
"Is this a good time to break for lunch?" the judge asked.
Haywood nodded.
"I have only one more witness, but her testimony will take a while."
The judge nodded.  No need to ask who it was.
"We're adjoined until one-fifteen."  
Brian and I walked slowly out of the courtroom.  Marianne and the 
others were waiting.  She hugged me tightly, trying not to cry.  
Giselle looked like she wanted to melt into the floor rather than face 
me, and Tiffany didn't look much happier.  Elizabeth stood at the back 
of the group next to Ashley, a haggard expression on her face.  The 
seven of us went downstairs to the cafeteria.
When we were in the elevator, I glanced at Brian, who did not look 
pleased.
"You might have mentioned some of this to me," he said coldly.
"I didn't think it was relevant.  Hayley wasn't involved."
"It does not fucking help us."  He fumed for a second or two.  "Is 
there anything else I should know about?"
"Not that I can think of."
He didn't appear to believe me, but then, I was lying anyway.
We ate lunch in silence while Brian planned for that afternoon.  I 
tried to think back over that morning for any straws to grasp at.  
Randy was lying, but that hardly seemed to matter anymore.  And we 
couldn't prove it.  Could we?
Something clicked in my head, something he had said.  I didn't know 
what to do with it, though, or even if it meant anything.  I couldn't 
remember the details I needed.  So much of it seemed to be just my word 
against his, and I could not testify under these circumstances now, not 
with what had come out that morning.  Haywood would eviscerate me.
What I needed was just one hard piece of physical evidence that would 
establish Randy's prevarication.  And a moment later, I had an idea.  
I cornered Marianne outside cafeteria and explained what wanted to do.
"Do you think it will help?"
"I don't know.  I have to look at it to see.  But I need you to go home 
and get it, pronto."
She nodded.
"Okay.  I'll get back as soon as I can."
I gave her the keys to my Jeep, and she ran for the parking lot.
The rest of us went back up to the courtroom and reassembled.  The 
bailiff let us back in at one-fifteen, and the judge returned a few 
minutes later.  Haywood stood to resume her case.
"The People call Hayley Mulcahey."
I hadn't seen her in the hallway, and I wondered where they were 
keeping her.  A second later, I had my answer.  She came in from the 
side door, the one they used for incarcerated defendants, with the 
woman from DFCS at her side.  
I almost didn't recognize her.
Hayley, despite being sixteen, often acted younger, frequently playing 
the younger sister act to the hilt and not trying to be particularly 
mature.  When she was happy, it came out as playfulness; when she was 
upset, it came out as pique.  
Neither was in evidence today.  She looked--I struggled for the right 
description--hardened.  That was a good word, but it didn't encapsulate 
the entire change in her.  She had been hurt, deeply.  The innocence 
was gone.  The bright mirth I always saw in her eyes had been replaced 
by a cold fury.  She looked a lot older than sixteen.
I wanted to leap out of my chair and strangle the woman beside her.
Hayley took the stand, and to my surprise, she didn't look at me.  As I 
watched her glaring at Haywood, daring her to say something, I realized 
why.  The other girls had often looked at me for moral support.  Hayley 
didn't appear to need any.  She was here to do battle, on her own 
terms, but I couldn't help but tremble at the sight of this.  What 
chance did she stand against an experienced prosecutor?
Haywood stood beside her.
"Please state your full name for the record."
"Hayley Ruth Mulcahey."
"What is your birthdate?"
"March 3rd, 1983."
She spoke with a cold, methodical precision that sent chills down my 
spine.
"So you're sixteen?"
"Yes."
"Are you acquainted with Steven Chandler?"
"Yes."
"When did you first meet him?"
"It was last fall.  I don't recall the date."
"What was the occasion?"
"Marianne brought me over to his house.  We went swimming in Steve's 
pool."
"Did you visit his house on other occasions?"
"Yes, I did."
"Were you aware at the time that Marianne was having sex with Steve?"
"Yes.  They started sleeping together after she turned eighteen."
Haywood's jaw tightened.  Miss number one.
"And how did you become aware of this?"
"Marianne told me."
"The two of you discussed her sex life?"
"Yes.  Quite often."
Every answer was quick, sharp, and without hesitation.  I looked at 
Brian, who was watching this intently.
"Did she ever discuss with you that she was having sex with her friends 
on the cheerleading squad?"
"Yes."
"You were aware that Marianne was having lesbian sex with these other 
girls, Tiffany, Giselle, and Ashley?"
"Yes."
Haywood paused, smiling.
"Did she ever tell you that Steve had had sex with Tiffany?"
"Yes.  We talked about everything they were doing."
I shivered in my seat and looked at Brian.  He just shook his head 
slowly and picked up his pen.  "This is going nowhere," he wrote.  "She 
hasn't laid a glove on her yet."
"So you were aware of these orgies that were going on at Steve's house, 
even after you moved in?"
Brian sat up.
"Objection.  That's a compound question."
The judge nodded at the ADA.
"Break it up, Ms. Haywood."
Haywood paused a moment, then turned back to Hayley.
"You were aware of these orgies?"
"Yes."
"After you moved in?"
Hayley glared up at her.
"Nothing happened after I moved in."
"Nothing happened?  They came to a halt after that?"
"Nothing happened while I was in the house.  If it happened when I was 
out, I don't know."
Haywood turned away from her, staring at her legal pad, then spun 
around.
"Hayley, are you in love with Steve?"
She answered immediately.
"Yes, I am."
Haywood smiled.
"What are we talking about here?  Puppy love, friend love, I'd-like-to-
marry-you-love?
"I love him in a lot of ways.  I had a big crush on him in the 
beginning.  He wasn't like other grown-ups I knew.  He treated me like 
a person.  He talked to me like he thought I had a brain.  He didn't 
patronize me.  I know he cares about me, and believe me that's 
something considering the life I've had to live.  My own father cares a 
lot less about me than Steve does.  When my father went to jail, Steve 
was the only one who was really there to support me.  He was there, 
every day, when I needed a shoulder to cry on or someone to talk to.  
He's even been paying for the therapist I've been seeing.  Marianne 
cares, but she has her own issues to deal with.  Even my mother had to 
get out of town.  So, yes I love him.  I might have killed myself by 
now without him."
Haywood had to pause a few moments to absorb this, and frankly, so did 
I.
"But are you saying that you . . . I mean, would you . . . this is 
romantic love we're talking about here?"
"Your Honor, she's answered the question," Brian said.  "This is just 
badgering at this point."
Hayley didn't wait for a ruling.
"Yes it is.  But I know that Marianne comes first with him.  I would 
never try to disrupt that."
Haywood paused again, and this time she stared at her legal pad for a 
good ten seconds.
"Hayley, are you a virgin?"
"No, I am not."
"And who have you had sex with?"
Hayley took a deep breath, glanced nervously around the courtroom, and 
answered.
"Randy Donahue."
* * *
Ch. 37 Codes: Mff, teen, lawyers
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
After Hayley's revelation, everyone--and I mean everyone--in the 
courtroom gasped, including the judge.  Haywood did a double take.
"I'm sorry?"
"Randy Donahue.  I have had sex with Randy Donahue."
Brian nudged me, and I saw that he had written "WTF??" on his legal pad 
in big letters.  I shrugged.  I had no clue either.
Haywood was unable to compose herself for a few moments.
"You have had sex with Randy Donahue?"
"Yes, I have.  On several occasions."
Had I not known any better (and I did, right?) I would have sworn she 
was telling the truth.  Her delivery had the same calm, careful tone 
that she had established from the beginning.
Haywood should have dropped this line of questioning immediately.  But, 
whether out of shock or curiosity, she was unable to leave bad enough 
alone.
"What were the occasions?"
"After Marianne broke up with him, he began coming after me.  I think 
he just wanted what he thought was the next best thing.  I was 
flattered at first.  He was a senior on the football team and I was a 
just a sophomore cheerleader.  He got more serious about it this 
spring.  He talked me into sleeping with him in February, a couple of 
times.  But by then I was sick of him, and I could see why Marianne 
dumped him.  So I told him off, that I didn't want to see him again.  
He didn't take it very well."
"What do you mean?"
"He got really upset.  He threatened me.  He said he was going to make 
me and Marianne sorry that we had dumped him.  And I guess he has."
Haywood tried to catch her breath, looking wearily around the courtroom 
and pursing her lips.  She closed her eyes slowly.
"I don't think I have anything else."
Brian stood up.
"Your Honor, since this is the most important witness, I'd like to take 
a few minutes to prepare."
"Very well.  We'll take a ten-minute recess."
Hayley remained where she was.  I tried to catch her eyes, but she 
simply sat there, head down, staring at her hands.  Brian sat next to 
me flipping through his notes.  I got up after a few minutes and went 
out to look for Marianne.  There was no sign of her.
Elizabeth, Tiffany, and Giselle were all waiting.  I tried to fill them 
in on what happened.
"How is she doing?" Elizabeth asked.
"Good.  But I can tell this has been very hard on her.  I don't want to 
think about what she's been going through."
I stood nervously in the hallway as the minutes ticked past.  No 
Marianne.  Finally the bailiff stuck his head out the door.
"They're getting ready to go again."
I sighed, turning toward the courtroom.  Then I heard rapid footsteps 
in the hallway outside.  I turned to see Marianne running up to me with 
a few folded sheets of paper in her hands.  She shoved them at me.
"Are we okay?"
"I think so."
I kissed her quickly and went inside.  Brian was waiting, and I showed 
him what I had.  He looked it over briefly, nodding.
Then he stood, and Hayley looked toward him.
"Hayley, I'm sorry about all this.  I really have only a couple of 
questions."
"Okay."
"Have you ever had sexual intercourse with Steven Chandler?"
"No."
"Do you recall where you were on the evening of March 28?"
"Um.  No."
"I'm going to show you something that may help."
He unfolded the papers and handed them to her.  She looked them over 
for a few seconds, and for the first time that afternoon, I saw signs 
of life filling her eyes.
"Do you recognize that document that I have just handed to you?"
"Yes!"
"Have you seen that before?"
"Yes!"
"Can you identify it for me?" 
"Yes!  It's the bill from when we were in Santa Cruz over Spring Break.  
I saw it when they shoved it under our door."
"And having reviewed that document, is your recollection refreshed as 
to where you were on the evening of March 28?"
"Yes!  We were in Santa Cruz visiting my Mom!"
"Would you look at the first line of the statement, where it lists the 
date and time of check-in?  Can you read that for me?"
"Yes.  It says March 28, 7:03 p.m."
"And on March 28, at 7:03 p.m., you, Marianne, and Steve Chandler were 
in Santa Cruz checking in to the Chaminade Resort?"
"Yes!"
"So you could not have been here, at Steve's house, as Mr. Donahue has 
alleged?"
"No!"
Haywood got to her feet.
"Brian, could I see that?"
He turned to her, but before he could hand it to her, the judge 
motioned to him.  Brian handed the statement across the judge's bench.  
The judge reviewed it for a few seconds before handing it back.  Brian 
gave it to Haywood, and she sat on the edge of her table looking it 
over.  The woman from DFCS got to her feet and leaned over Haywood's 
shoulder.
Finally Haywood handed the bill back to Brian.
"Are you entering this into evidence, counsel?" the judge asked.
"Yes, your Honor."
Brian turned back to Hayley.
"Just so we're clear, has Randy Donahue ever been to Mr. Chandler's 
house while you were present?"
"Yes.  But the only time I'm aware of was last fall.  He was drunk and 
just came over to yell at Marianne and Steve."
"And never since then."
"No."
Brian turned to Haywood.
"That's all I have."
Hayley stepped down, a nervous smile on her face.  I gave her a subtle 
wink as she left the courtroom with the woman from DFCS.
When she was gone, Haywood stood up slowly.
"Your Honor, the People rest."
The judge nodded, looking to Brian.
"Counsel, do you need another break?"
"No, your Honor, we're ready to go.  The defense calls Elizabeth 
Mulcahey."
The bailiff retrieved Elizabeth from the hallway.  She took the stand, 
and Brian began his examination.
"How are you related to Hayley?"
"She's my daughter."
"How are you acquainted with Mr. Chandler?"
"Until a few months ago, I and my soon-to-be-ex-husband lived several 
doors down from him.  I knew him from high school, but we hadn't met 
again recently until Marianne told me she was dating him."
"And how did that come about?"
"She stayed out all night one night and did not come back until the 
next morning.  When we asked where she had been, she told us the whole 
story."
"Including the fact that she was having sex with Mr. Chandler?"
"Yes.  Although she insisted that they had not begun sleeping together 
until she turned eighteen."
"And you believed her?"
"Yes."
"What was your reaction to this revelation?"
"I was extremely upset.  Mr. Chandler is older than I am, by a few 
months.  I found their relationship, at least at first, shocking and 
unacceptable."
"But your opinion changed?"
"Yes, it did.  As I got to know Mr. Chandler better, and as I began to 
see just how deep their feelings were for each other, my opposition 
faded.  I realized that he was actually better for her than any of the 
boys she had been dating.  Steve respected her as a person, which is 
not something I could say about any of her prior boyfriends."
"Such as Randy Donahue?"
"Such as Randy."  
"And you feel this way despite the age difference between Steve and 
Marianne?"
"Yes.  I had always thought Marianne would be better off with someone 
older.  She has never had much of a relationship with her father.  
Steve has given her the support and guidance she never got from my 
husband."
"Let's talk about him for a moment.  You are getting a divorce, are you 
not?"
"Yes, I am."
"Why?"
"Among other things, because he is in prison for statutory rape.  He 
was unfaithful many times in the past, but his arrest was the last 
straw.  I decided that I, and the girls, deserved more."
"Where are you living now?"
"Santa Cruz.  I'm attending the University of California there."
"What did you do with your daughters when you moved away?"
"I let them move in with Steve."
"Why?"
"Because I did not want to take them out of school and uproot them 
simply because I needed a change in my life.  Because I trusted Steve, 
and I knew they were both very close to him.  Because I knew he could 
take care of them and give them the guidance I could not."
"You didn't see anything unusual in leaving your two teenage daughters 
with a man you had known only a few months?"
"I knew it was unusual, but such was my trust in Steve and my belief 
that they would be safe and happy with him that I was not worried.  He 
has lived up to that trust and more."
"You didn't see anything wrong with having Hayley living with 
Marianne's boyfriend?"
"I thought she was mature enough to understand the realities of it.  As 
I said, I knew she liked Steve.  I was not worried about her."
"You care about Hayley's welfare and emotional health?"
"More than anything in the world."
"And you would not have left Hayley with Steve if were you worried 
about her getting hurt?"
"Never."
"And, being in the process of divorcing a man who had been caught in 
flagrante delicto with a girl of Hayley's age, would you have then 
turned around and allowed Hayley to live with someone who possessed the 
moral failings that your husband is in prison for?"
"Never in a million years."
"To your knowledge, has Hayley ever had sexual intercourse with Steven 
Chandler?"
"To my knowledge, no."
Brian turned to Haywood and smiled.
"Your witness."
Haywood stood up slowly and regarded her legal pad for a moment.
"You have been inside Mr. Chandler's house on only a few occasions, 
correct?"
"That's correct."
"So would it be fair to say that a lot could be going on there that you 
aren't aware of?"
"Unless both my daughters have been lying to me, no."
"Meaning what?"
"Meaning that I speak to them on a regular basis, and they tell me what 
is going on in their lives."
"But you admit that they might be lying about what has been going on?"
"I think I know when my daughters are lying to me."
Haywood fidgeted for a moment or two and flipped through her notes.
"Are you aware that your daughter Marianne is a lesbian?"
"She is not a lesbian.  She's quite clearly bisexual, and yes I am 
aware of that."
Haywood blinked a few times in surprise.
"You are."
"Yes, I am.  I am a lesbian myself.  Marianne and I have discussed that 
issue quite a few times."
Haywood's jaw dropped even further, and she looked down at her notes.
"You . . . I thought you were married."
"I was.  It's part of why I'm getting a divorce."
"Does Hayley know?"
"Yes, she does."
"Do you discuss Hayley's sex life as well?"
"As far as I know, she doesn't have one."
"Were you aware of her relationship with Randy?"
Elizabeth shifted in her seat, glancing briefly at me.
"No, I was not."
"Does Hayley . . . "  Haywood paused again and studied her notes for a 
few seconds.  "Strike that.  Mrs. Mulcahey, I just want to get clear on 
one thing.  You saw nothing wrong with allowing your two teenage 
daughters to live with a forty-one-year-old man you hardly knew?  One 
who was already sleeping with Marianne and engaging in these bouts of 
group sex?  Nothing wrong with that at all?"
Before Elizabeth could answer, Brian spoke up.
"Your Honor, Mrs. Mulcahey's parenting decisions are not at issue here.  
I don't see how her judgment or lack thereof is at all probative of 
whether Mr. Chandler had sex with Hayley."
The judge looked down at Haywood expectantly.
"Your Honor, I think much of what we just heard constitutes character 
evidence," she responded.  "I think the defense has opened the door to 
such a question."
The judge glanced at his notes for a second and then looked up.
"I'll allow it.  But let's try to stay on track here, people."
Haywood turned back to Elizabeth, who squirmed in her seat.
"I think I've explained my rationale sufficiently."
The ADA was pensive for a few moments, then sat down.
"I don't think I have anything else."
"Redirect?" the judge ask Brian.
"No, your Honor."
Elizabeth stepped down, and Brian stood up again.
"Your Honor, the defense rests."
The judge turned back to Haywood, who stood up as well.
"Could we take a break?  I don't know yet whether I need to call any 
rebuttal witnesses."
The judge nodded.
"Very well.  We'll come back in fifteen minutes."
Brian and I regrouped with the others in the hallway, and we spent a 
few minutes updating them.
"So how do you think we're doing?" I finally asked.
He shrugged.
"Hard to tell.  All depends on how uptight the judge is, and how much 
the idea of you romping with a bunch of cheerleaders offends him.  He 
may be inclined to think that there is some fire underneath all this 
smoke.  But if he sticks to the cold facts we've brought out, we should 
win."
"I didn't see a lot of logic in Haywood's examination toward the end."
"Remember what I said about her being a pro?  She's one of those few 
prosecutors who takes her responsibility toward the truth--not just 
getting a conviction--seriously.  I think she really does want to know 
what went on, at this point.  Otherwise she would have left Elizabeth 
alone.  There really wasn't much she could have done to help her case."
"But she was trying to make Elizabeth look bad."
He grinned.
"She's still a prosecutor.  I don't think she could quite resist asking 
that question."
We milled around in the hallway until the bailiff called us back in.  
Haywood rose when we were all in her seats.
"Your Honor, the People have nothing further to present."
The judge nodded.
"Are we prepared for closing arguments?"
Brian stood up.
"Yes, your Honor."
"Proceed then."
Brian spent about ten minutes going over our case, pointing out that 
every witness who would have had personal knowledge of my supposed 
relationship with Hayley had denied its existence, and that Randy's 
testimony had been thoroughly impeached.  When he was done, Haywood 
began her pitch, trying to point out that all of our witnesses had 
motives to protect me, and that the one disinterested witness, the 
woman from DFCS, had conclusively opined in favor of my guilt.  Then 
she sat down, and the judge pushed some papers around on his bench for 
a few moments.
"All right," he said finally.  "We're in recess until tomorrow morning, 
when I should have my decision."
It was close to five o'clock by this point, so I took all of them out 
to dinner.  The girls peppered Brian with random questions while we 
ate.
"I hope Hayley is doing all right," I said to Elizabeth.
She sighed.
"How did she seem?"
"She did great, but I can tell she's under a lot of stress.  I just 
hate what this is doing to her.  I don't know if I'm ever going to 
forgive myself for letting this happen."
She put her hand over mine.
"Don't shoulder all the blame.  There's plenty to go around."
"But we should have seen this coming.  Giselle warned me a few months 
ago that the kids at school had been talking about Hayley's apparent 
lack of a social life.  That she wasn't dating anyone."
"Steve, you can't let your lives revolve around other people's gossip.  
I don't know what you could have done."
I looked at her for a few seconds, and she managed a smile.
"You know," I said, "I got a chill down my spine when Brian asked about 
your ex-husband, about his 'moral failings.'  I hadn't really thought 
about that, but it seems that there are fewer differences between 
Charles and me than I would like to think."
Elizabeth sighed.
"And you think I was lying about what I said?  About trusting my 
daughters with you?"
"Were you?"
"Not a bit.  My God, Steve, you don't know Charles at all, or you would 
never say anything like that.  What made Charles's affairs so 
disgusting was that I knew he didn't respect those girls.  He was just 
using them, like kleenex.  He didn't care about them at all.  He just 
went from one to another, charming off one pair of panties and then 
moving on to the next.  If I really thought there was even an ounce of 
Charles in you, I would have turned you in myself a long time ago.  
It's precisely because I know you love and respect and care about 
Marianne and Hayley that I'm on your side here."
She squeezed my hand, and I nodded.
"Thanks."
"You have to stay out of jail, okay?"
I laughed softly.
"I'm doing my best."
We went back to the hotel after that and dispersed to our rooms.  
Marianne lay quietly in bed beside me, holding my hand as we watched 
television.
"We're going to lose tomorrow, aren't we?"
I rolled over to face her.
"Keep your hopes up.  It hasn't happened yet."
She sniffled.
"Everything was going so well.  I was so happy.  I've never been 
happier in all my life than I was these past few months."  She took a 
ragged breath and began sob.  "I just knew it couldn't last.  I just 
knew it!"
I took her into my arms, hugging her tightly as she cried against my 
shoulder.
"Come on, Kitten.  Hang in there.  We'll get through this somehow."
I held her until her tears finally dried up about ten minutes later.  
She remained tightly against me, face hot and damp against my neck.
Eventually I reached behind me to turn out the lights.  Marianne kept 
her grip on me as I fell asleep.  I awoke rather soon afterward, 
realizing that she was caressing me.  Then she kissed my neck gently.
"Feeling any better?"
She shook her head.
"Make love to me."
I returned the kiss and slowly undressed her.  When we were naked 
together, she snuggled against me, rubbing her naked body against mine.  
I felt her sex hot and damp against my thigh.  She took my erection in 
her hand and stroked it slowly as we kissed.  I played with her full 
breasts for a few minutes until I had her nipples hard against my 
palms.
Marianne rolled slowly on her back, pulling me on top of her.  I 
crawled between her thighs and slipped into her gently.
"I love you," I said.
She pulled my face down and kissed me passionately.  I began to move in 
her, and her body rolled with my thrusts.  When I lifted up on my arms, 
she drew herself up with me, making a fulcrum of her pubis, pressing 
herself tightly against me.  She wrapped her arms around my shoulders 
and clung to me, moaning, as we rocked back and forth.
"Whatever happens," she gasped, "I'm yours, forever.  I'll wait.  If 
you go to jail, I'll wait for you.  Nothing will ever keep us apart."
I fastened my mouth to hers, sucking on her tongue.  She pulled her 
legs up and wrapped them around my butt.  She whimpered as I drove 
rapidly into her, biting at my shoulder.  When she began to shudder 
against me, spiking her hips back at mine, I let loose.  I drove 
mercilessly into her spasming sex, groaning out loud, and as her climax 
peaked around me, I crossed the threshold to orgasm and spurted deeply 
inside her.
We were resting quietly together when I heard a knock on the adjoining 
door.
"It's Giselle," a quiet voice said.
"Come in," Marianne said.
The door opened, and Giselle came in the room, wearing her pajamas.  
She shut it behind her and came over to us.  Marianne sat up, still 
naked, and pushed her hair back over her head.
"What's up?"
An embarrassed look shot over Giselle's face.
"I, um, I heard you guys.  And I realized I was feeling really lonely 
and scared."
Marianne pulled back the covers.
"You can sleep with us if you want.  There's room."
"Thanks."
Giselle lay down between us, facing me, and Marianne spooned with her.  
I put my arm over both of them. 
"Is Mom awake?" Marianne asked.
"I don't think so.  If she heard you, I couldn't tell."
I caressed Giselle's face tenderly in the darkness.
"I hope Hayley is okay," she said.
"Me too."
"If they hurt her," Marianne said, "I'm going to make them pay for it."
"She's tough," I said.  "I was really impressed with her today."
The three of us snuggled together under the covers and fell asleep a 
while later.  
I didn't sleep very well, and I woke at dawn.  I rose carefully from 
beside Marianne and Giselle, leaving them balled up together like a 
pair of girls ten years younger.  I pulled on my boxers and went out to 
the balcony, looking across the city toward the ocean.  Today might be 
the end of this disaster or just the beginning.  Either my life would 
get quickly back on track, or it would be permanently derailed.  I 
couldn't even think about being convicted of statutory rape--just being 
on trial would be bad enough.
I kept thinking back to that afternoon by the pool, when Marianne had 
first mentioned her sister, wanting to know if I was interested in 
meeting her.  What would have happened had I said no?  What would my 
life be like now?  
Nowhere near as fulfilling, I realized.  However horrible this 
experience had been, I knew--I felt this in the depths of my soul--that 
I was better off for having known Hayley.  I wanted to think she was 
better off for having known me, but that was harder to be sure of.  A 
lot could still happen to her.  That was what really hurt--not that I 
might one day be labeled a sex offender--but that Hayley would be put 
through months or years of horror because of what we had shared.  They 
might even put her in foster care rather than release her to Elizabeth.  
Her punishment would be worse than mine.  Not for the first time did I 
curse the hypocrisy of this system she was caught up in.
I heard the glass door slide open, and Marianne emerged from the room.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"I've been better."
She came up behind me and hugged me.
"Everything will be all right.  I just know it.  I dreamt that the 
judge let you go.  We were all together and happy at the ranch."
"Dreams don't always come true."
"Mine do.  When I dream them like I did this morning.  I just get these 
feelings sometimes."
"What other things have you felt?"
"I dreamt that Mom and Dad would get a divorce.  When we were first 
going out, I dreamt that I would move in with you.  There were some 
other things, but they haven't happened yet."
"Like what?"
She didn't answer me right away.
"I dreamt that I would have a baby with you."
I turned around to face her.
"You did?"
"Yes.  But it also felt like it was a long way off.  So I don't think 
it will happen any time soon."
"This isn't the best time for it."
She hugged me.
"I know."
We returned to the courthouse that morning.  Brian and I took our 
places at the defense table, and the others sat in the gallery behind 
us.  At the other sat Haywood and the woman from DFCS.
We stood when the judge arrived, and I tried to read the look on his 
face.  I didn't like what I saw.  He cleared his throat and began.
"This was not an easy decision to make.  I must say that none of what I 
heard yesterday struck me in the least bit admirable or pleasant.  I 
have two teenage daughters myself, and I cannot imagine a setting I 
would less prefer to have them placed in than Mr. Chandler's 
household."
He looked down at me sternly.
"Sir, I do not ordinarily make these sorts of pronouncements from this 
bench, but I must say that I find your choice of lifestyle abhorrent in 
the extreme.  A man of your age and station should not be cavorting 
with girls young enough to his daughters.  One alone would be bad 
enough; that you have somehow drawn five of them into your orbit simply 
astounds me."
Now he looked back toward the gallery at Elizabeth.
"Madam, everything I have just said applies equally to you.  What 
possessed you to leave your daughters behind with Mr. Chandler is 
utterly beyond my conception.  It was an abdication of your parental 
responsibilities the likes of which I have only rarely seen in my 
career as a judge.  The fact that you may not see anything wrong with 
Mr. Chandler's behavior does not absolve you of responsibility for 
their moral education.  I recognize that you had a limited amount of 
control over Marianne's life choices, but you were under no such 
restrictions with Hayley.  What example you thought you were setting 
for her, I cannot for the life of me imagine."
He paused and took a deep breath.
"Be that as it may.  However much it pains me to say this, I have found 
insufficient evidence to bind Mr. Chandler over for trial."
I heard gasps and soft cries of relief behind me, and Brian reached 
over to shake my shoulder as I sat there in shock.
"As Mr. Chandler's counsel ably pointed out, none of what I heard 
yesterday is sufficiently probative of the existence of a sexual 
relationship between his client and Hayley Mulcahey.  Even taken in the 
light most favorable to the prosecution, I cannot allow this matter to 
proceed solely on the obviously shaky testimony of Randy Donahue.  The 
weight of evidence militates against any such holding."
I managed to glance across the aisle at the other table.  Haywood sat 
there rubbing her forehead.  The other woman glared up at the judge 
murderously.  I felt a smile creasing my lips and forced it away.
Brian stood.
"Yes, counsel?"
"In light of this ruling, I would like to petition the court for an 
immediate order releasing Hayley to her mother."
The woman from DFCS tried to speak up, but Haywood cut her off.  The 
two women began arguing quietly, though I could not quite understand 
what they were saying.  Everyone in the courtroom watched the scene 
unfolding at the prosecutor's table.
Finally, the woman from DFCS smacked her hands on the table and dropped 
back into her seat.  She crossed her arms and looked away from Haywood.
The ADA stood up, straightening her back slowly.
"The People have no objection to that, your Honor."
The judge nodded.
"So ordered.  Where is she?"
"She's at the county children's home."
"Very well.  She is to be released to her mother immediately."
I was in a daze for a long time afterward as Brian shook my hand and 
the woman all hugged me and celebrated.  We eventually made our way 
back to our respective cars and drove across town to the children's 
home.  Although it took about half an hour to get things processed, 
Hayley finally burst through one of the rear doors into the lobby.
When she saw us, she uncorked a squeal that was probably heard in 
Hawaii.  She ran toward us, and we all came together in a group hug.  
She cried in her mother's arms, then mine.  She hugged me so tightly I 
had trouble breathing.
"Is it over?" she sobbed.
"Yes, baby.  It's over."
* * *
Ch. 38 Codes: Mf, ff, Mff, teen, oral, bdsm, ponygirl
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
The horses were what did it.
Never mind the Ferrari, the house, the ranch itself, all the girls 
moving in--what really did it for me was the horses.  When the last two 
arrived from the rescue service, when we had all six happily browsing 
in the pasture, and I could look over the tack and harness in the barn 
with the knowledge that all this was mine, that was when it really hit 
me: I was rich, I was retired, and I was more fortunate than I ever had 
any right to expect.
We had had the housewarming party a few days before that, a simple 
affair with just the seven of us.  Ashley was staying with us for the 
summer, though she planned to move into the dorms at Stanford when 
school started in the fall.  Elizabeth whipped up a meal in our vast 
new kitchen, and we sat around the back patio eating and talking about 
all the things that had happened.
When the meal was over, Marianne and Hayley brought out their present, 
something enormous--a good ten feet long, whatever it was--wrapped in 
butcher paper.  They set it in front of me as the others cleared a spot 
on the table.
"I really hope you like this," Marianne said.  "We spent a lot of time 
designing it."
The rest of them seemed to know the secret, so I tore off the wrapping.  
It took me a few moments to figure out what it really was.
"We thought you could hang it over the gate, down by the road," Hayley 
said.
It was a big wrought iron sign, about twelve feet long, spelling out 
"The Kitten Ranch" in foot-high letters.  Welded to the bottom, inside 
a big circle, was a wrought iron cat face.
I very was touched.  I had never even thought about something like 
this, but it was simply too appropriate.
"It's cute.  It's really, really cute.  Thanks."
I hugged both them, making them giggle.  The caretaker and I hung the 
thing over the gate the next day, and whatever thoughts he might have 
had about it, he kept to himself.  I had agreed to keep him on to help 
out around the ranch, and I didn't think he was about to risk offending 
his new employers, especially since I had replaced his battered Chevy 
pickup with a new Dodge Ram 2500.
When we had arrived up here after the end of the hearing, Hayley and I 
had gone out to the horse rescue service to pick out the ones we 
wanted.  I was so impressed with their operation that I wrote them a 
check for a $10,000 donation over and above the costs for the horses.  
With two of their people helping us, Hayley and I picked six horses 
they thought would be best for us.  Her favorite proved to be a 
chestnut quarter horse mare, a retired rodeo horse, which she named 
Belle.  
I took her out to lunch at a little deli down the street afterwards.  A 
few people gave the Ferrari a glance or two, but this was a gentrified 
area with a lot of big ranches, and such things were not that uncommon.  
The waitress took us to a table out on the front patio, and we sat 
together under a stand of eucalyptus trees.
"That was pretty neat," I said.
She nodded, though she didn't meet my gaze.
"It feels good to be able to help those horses," she said.  "I can't 
wait to ride them."
"It should be fun."
She nodded again, still staring blankly out across the road.  Though 
she had been animated that morning, I could tell that it was going to 
take some time for her to get over her horrible experience with the 
DFCS.  I reached out and rubbed her shoulder.
"Just try to think about the future, Little Kit.  The past is the past.  
We have a lot to be happy about now."
"I know."
"I'm really proud of you.  You did good."
"I wish I hadn't had to lie at the hearing.  Why do they have to make 
what we have seem so awful and dirty?"
"I don't know.  Life isn't always fair."
"I wish I could have just told the truth."
"I know.  But sometimes the truth isn't always the best, however bad 
that may sound.  There are times, few and far in between though they 
may be, that lying is the better course.  Don't forget that Randy was 
lying, too.  And that woman, though she was right about what we were 
doing, she was all wrong about what really mattered."
She nodded again, and I went on.
"If you had to make something up, you did about as well as anyone could 
have.  Telling them you had slept with Randy was a brilliant idea."
She looked down, and her face turned slightly grey.  Her eyes closed, 
and her lips tightened.
Chilled suddenly, I reached out and put my hand on her shoulder.
"Baby?  What's wrong?"
She took a deep breath.
"It wasn't . . . it wasn't just an idea."
My jaw dropped, and now she looked up at me.
"I didn't sleep with him.  But there's something you don't know about."
"What?"
"I wasn't lying about him coming after me.  He did, especially this 
spring.  The lie was that I didn't want anything to do with him.  I 
knew too much about him from Marianne, never mind what I had with you.  
That was the reason I ran and hid that night when he showed up drunk.  
Because I was afraid of what he might do if he found both of us there."
She paused to catch her breath.
"One afternoon . . . back in April . . . after cheerleading practice . 
. . he cornered me by the bleachers.  He grabbed my arm and pulled me 
under them.  He was calling me and Marianne all kinds of names.  He 
pushed me to the ground and tried to get on top of me."
My heart was pounding my chest by now.
"I think . . . I think he would have raped me if I hadn't been able to 
get free.  I kneed him in the balls when he tried to force my legs 
open.  I just got up and ran."
I took her and hugged her tightly.
"Oh, my God.  Baby, why couldn't you tell me?"
She sniffed.
"Because I knew you would have gone straight out after him and killed 
him.  And I didn't want to get you in trouble."
She was right, of course.  I would have done exactly that.
"He didn't really hurt me.  I was just a little bruised.  I was more 
scared than anything.  But after that, there was always something 
really scary in his eyes whenever I saw him.  I knew he was going to do 
something.  So when this happened, I knew why.  Blaming it on him the 
way I did was the only thing I could think of."
I hugged her again.
"And you did great.  And whatever happens, I will never let anyone hurt 
you like that again."
To my surprise, she pushed herself from my grip.
"No.  Steve, I want you to listen for a second.  If there is anything I 
have learned from what happened last month, it's that I have to be able 
to take care of myself.  I can't keep relying on other people to do it 
for me.  I love you more than anything, and I know you care about me, 
but . . . please don't take this the wrong way . . . you have to stop 
treating me like I'm your daughter.  You don't treat Marianne like 
that."
I couldn't answer her right away.  I exhaled slowly.
"You're right.  I don't."
"I don't want to be your daughter.  I want to be your lover.  The two 
are not compatible.  If this thing we have at the ranch is going to 
work, you need to understand that."
"Okay.  I think I do.  I'll try to remember that."
She leaned over and hugged me.
"Thanks."
And so, that day the last two horses arrived, Hayley saddled up Belle 
and I saddled up the Arabian, and the two of us went for a ride around 
the ranch.  We rode all the way around the perimeter fence, through the 
trees, finally stopping at the waterfall in back.  We dismounted and 
let the horses bend down to the creek to drink.
Hayley was wearing jodhpurs and riding boots with a loose white blouse, 
and I couldn't help admiring her tight little butt as she stroked 
Belle's flank.
She saw me watching her and smiled.
"You like these pants?"
"They look good on you."
"But they'd look better off?"
I smiled.  Whatever she had lost in innocence, she had gained in 
directness.  She was more like Marianne now than ever.
"Come here."
She walked over to me and put her arms around my waist.  I reached down 
and stroked her butt over the tight fabric.  Her blue eye twinkled as 
she looked up at me.
"Do you think the horses would mind if we had a little fun?" she asked.
"I doubt they'd pay attention."
This was the first time we had been together since my arrest.  I hadn't 
wanted to push anything on her, wanting to wait until she was ready.  
And now she was, but in a way I hadn't expected.
We fell down together onto the moss beside the creek, kissing and 
fondling each other.  She rolled me on my back and straddled me in 
those tight jodhpurs, reaching up to unbutton her blouse.  I ran my 
hands up her torso and opened her bra, taking her big breasts in my 
hands.  She held my arms close to her body, sighing.
Then she bent forward to kiss me, rubbing herself against my erection.  
I gripped her butt tightly in my hands as she unbuttoned my shirt and 
then my jeans.  She kissed her way down my chest, and when she reached 
my boxers, she looked up at me, smiling.
"I'm going to get my tongue pierced.  I know you like that stud 
Marianne has."
"Don't do it just for me, Little Kit."
"Why not?  I love you, and you've done so much for me.  I want to do 
something for you."
I smiled.
"Okay."
She slid my boxers down and took me into her mouth.  I let her bob 
slowly over me, massaging me with her lips and tongue, until I couldn't 
stand it any longer.  I pulled her back up, kissing her deeply and 
reaching for her pants.  She helped me get them off and then fell over 
onto her back.
She was dripping wet already, and I was inside her with a single 
thrust.  She grunted as I bottomed out, gripping my back, then bit at 
my earlobe.
"No one else has ever fucked me," she moaned.  "And no one else ever 
will."
I groaned, driving into her as she began writhing under me like a cat--
or a kitten, I reflected.  It was quick and hard and dirty (and not 
only because we were doing it on the bare earth).  Hayley moved her 
legs back and forth against me, rolling her hips with each thrust.  She 
bit at my shoulder, moaning again.
"Tell me you love me."
"I love you," I gasped.  "I love you.  I love you."
"I'm not your daughter.  Your daughter couldn't do this to you."
With a heave, she rolled the two of us over and straddled me.  I 
gripped her buttocks in my hands as she pounded herself down on my 
erection.  I held her close, kissing her breasts as they bounced above 
me.  Hayley let out a shriek, startling the horses, and her hands 
clawed at my arms.  A second later, she began to shudder, coming like 
freight train, and the sight and feel and smell of it were too much for 
me.  I arched my back, driving myself up, and erupted into her.
We lay together quietly on the creek bank afterwards, and she nuzzled 
my neck.
"Mmm.  That was great."
"It was pretty good."
She sat up a little.
"I wasn't watching the horses.  Were they okay?"
"They got a little spooked when you came.  But they seem all right."
She grinned evilly.
"Couldn't help it.  Came too hard."
"I noticed."
She hugged me again.  A few minutes later, we got dressed and completed 
our ride.
Life was good.  I had no concerns beyond the state of the ranch.  When 
I felt like it, I would log in to my brokerage and play around with my 
investments.  I still had a mountain of Cisco stock, but I planned to 
diversify eventually, slowly enough that the capital gains taxes 
wouldn't hit me all at once.  
Elizabeth remade the guesthouse into her house, and she spent most of 
her time out there studying, though she usually joined us for dinner.  
Marianne and Hayley were in and out of there all day, and it seemed 
like we had set up enough of a boundary for all of us to be 
comfortable.
With nothing else to distract them, Tiffany and Marianne went hard into 
their mistress-slave routine.  One afternoon, after we had been at the 
ranch about three weeks, I looked out of the window of the library to 
see Marianne riding her horse around the pasture, with Tiffany running 
beside her on some kind of leash--stark naked.  
Thank God it was the caretaker's day off.  I went out front and walked 
across the driveway to the front pasture.  Marianne had her horse in a 
trot as Tiffany ran alongside, though they were simply going in 
circles.  I leaned against the fence at the edge of the field to watch.  
Marianne saw me after a few seconds and rode over.
I realized as they approached that Tiffany had on something much more 
elaborate than a dog leash.  It looked like a miniature bridle, sized 
for a human being.  She had a bit between her teeth, and to that were 
attached the reins that Marianne held in her hand.  The bridle even had 
a leather cap with a long black feathered plume coming out the top.  
Tiffany's wrists were buckled securely to a belt at her waist, and she 
wore tall black leather boots on her feet.  A black dildo with a long 
horsetail protruded from between her buttocks, and from her nipples and 
clitoris hung little silver bells that tinkled as they approached.
Marianne gave me an evil grin.
"What do you think?  Do you like my new pony?"
She held Tiffany's reins in the same hand she used to control her 
horse, and in the other was a long buggy whip.  I could see a 
crisscross of red welts all over Tiffany's butt.
"My God.  Where did you get all that?"
"From this bondage store down by Boardwalk.  Isn't it cool?"
Tiffany grinned at me around her bridle, and I could see now that her 
sex and inner thighs were glistening wet in arousal.  She was almost 
dripping onto the ground.
"Go get your horse," Marianne said.  "Let's take her for a ride."
Laughing to myself, I went back to the barn.  The two of them were 
waiting when I returned on the Arabian.  We rode slowly around the 
property as Tiffany trotted between us.  The horsetail in her butt 
twitched back and forth as she hopped along.  Every now and then, 
Marianne would snap her buggy whip at Tiffany's behind, making her jump 
and prance.
"I'm afraid to ask where you got the idea for this," I said.
"Tiff and I were web-surfing the other night, and we found this site 
run by a woman who's really into submission.  She had a whole section 
on ponygirl bondage.  Tiff almost had an orgasm just looking at it.  So 
I called around to see if there was any place nearby that sold this 
stuff.  We went out and bought it this morning."
"Looks like she's enjoying herself."
Marianne giggled, then whipped Tiffany again.  Tiffany made a horse 
noise and shook the plume on her head.
"Yep."
We concluded the ride about twenty minutes later and returned the 
horses to the barn.  Tiffany remained in her ponygirl gear, and 
Marianne led her into the house and up to the master suite.
"Help me get all this off her."
We undressed her carefully.  In the confined air of our bedroom, the 
smell of Tiffany's arousal was overpowering.  Her entire pubic area and 
her inner thighs halfway down her knees were wet and sticky.  She stood 
unsteadily between us, eyes fogged in excitement.  Marianne led her to 
the bed and laid her on her back.  Then she knelt between Tiffany's 
thighs and began licking her gently.
Tiffany came in an instant.
She cried out, convulsing, and grabbed at Marianne's head with both 
hands.  Her entire body lifted up off the bed in release, shuddering as 
if she were having a stroke.  Marianne held tightly onto her buttocks, 
continuing pleasure her.  Tiffany shook and thrashed around in orgasm 
for at least ten seconds, until finally, in a spastic series of 
convulsions, the sensations peaked and she collapsed back onto the bed.
Marianne withdrew, wiping her mouth, and grinned at me.
"Do you want her?  I don't think she'd even notice right now."
"I'm all right."
"No.  I want you to fuck her.  Come on, I'll help."
She dropped to her knees and opened my pants.  I was already halfway 
erect from watching all this, and Marianne rapidly had me at full 
attention with her mouth.  Then she stood and led me to the bed, where 
Tiffany lay half-dead from that massive orgasm.  Still mostly clothed, 
I crawled between her legs and slipped into her sopping wet pussy.  
She moved as I entered her, reaching for me weakly.  Beside us, 
Marianne was rapidly stripping out of her riding clothes, and as soon 
as she was naked, she climbed onto the bed and squatted over Tiffany's 
mouth.  Tiffany licked up at her as best she could as I fucked her.
Tiffany was so wet that I had to thrust at her roughly to get any 
friction, but she didn't seem to mind.  She humped herself at me as she 
ate Marianne, reaching up to caress Marianne's buttocks.  Her tongue 
probed and fluttered against Marianne's sex, and Marianne rolled her 
hips over Tiffany's mouth.  
A minute or two into this, Marianne reversed herself to face me.  She 
took my face in her hands, and we kissed deeply for a few seconds.  
Then she braced herself against me and put her head on my shoulder.  
When she came a few minutes later, she bit at my neck, whimpering 
softly.  The feel of her coming in my arms was enough to push me over 
the edge, and I came into Tiffany like a fire hose.
When I withdrew and fell to the side, Marianne lay forward over 
Tiffany.  She bent down, extending her tongue to catch my cum as it ran 
out.  She slurped it up and then reversed herself, kissing Tiffany and 
spitting my cum into her mouth.  Tiffany giggled but took it.  Marianne 
saw my look of amusement and leaned back, still straddling her friend.
"Those are the rules," she said grinning.  "I told you.  All cum in 
this house ends up with her."
"Protein and vitamins," Tiffany said.
I laughed weakly.
"Right."
Life at the Kitten Ranch was proving to be a lot of fun.
I got dressed and went back down to the library while the two girls 
went to take a shower.  I had been reviewing the books the previous 
owners had left behind, finding a great many interesting works, some of 
them at least a hundred years old.  Why they hadn't wanted them was 
beyond me, but I wasn't complaining.
I had been down there about half an hour, reading in the easy chair by 
the window, when I heard someone yelling in the back bedroom wing, 
which was just down the hall from the library.  Ashley and Giselle's 
rooms were back there, and I recognized their voices, though I couldn't 
quite make out what they were saying.  But whatever it was, they were 
both upset about something.
I heard a door slam a few seconds later, and Giselle stalked past out 
in the hallway.  She caught my gaze and stopped short, then stepped 
into the library, shutting the door hard behind her.  She let out a 
frustrated growl and put her face in her hands.
"Something wrong?" 
"Nothing.  Everything.  Fuck."
"Anything you want to talk about?"
She whimpered through her fingers and then came over toward me.  She 
sat on the ottoman in front of my chair and put her face back in her 
hands.
I glanced toward the door, listening for Ashley, but heard nothing.  I 
put my book down on the table beside me and leaned forward, rubbing 
Giselle's shoulder.
"You okay?"
"No."
I waited for her to fill me in, if indeed she was going to.  Finally, 
she let out a sigh and leaned back.
"I was afraid of this.  I just knew this was going to happen."
"What's wrong?"
"Ashley is having problems with our little commune arrangement here.  
She's getting really possessive on me, you know?  She wants me to stop 
doing anything with anyone but her, and I told her I wasn't going to."
"Ah.  I see."
"Right.  You know that she's only here because I am, right?"
"I don't know.  I hadn't much thought about that, to be honest."
"She is.  She's been trying to talk me into getting a place together 
near Stanford so we can still be together once school starts.  I told 
her, 'Why the hell would I want to move out of this great house into a 
little apartment?' and she got all upset."
"That was the fight just now?"
"That and more.  She wants me to commit to being a lesbian, 
permanently, with her, now, and I just can't do that.  I'm only 
eighteen.  I can't make a commitment like that yet."
"You shouldn't have to."
"And I told her that, and she said that meant I didn't really love her.  
She said I'd do it if I did.  What am I supposed to say to that?"  
"Do you?"
"Love her?  I think so.  But . . ."  She sighed again.  "Maybe she's 
right.  I don't love her enough to give up everything else.  Except 
that I don't know if I could love *anyone* enough to do that right now.  
I'm still, you know, growing as a person and all, and I need some space 
for that."
"I don't think that's too much to ask her to understand."
She turned to me and hugged me tightly.  She took a ragged breath.
"Marianne . . . is *so* fucking lucky.  You are about ten times more 
understanding than any guy I have ever met.  I mean, I know what you 
want from her, for the future, and you could be laying all kinds of 
crap on her and pressuring her to do stuff and messing with her head, 
but you aren't.  You just let her make her own decisions in her own 
time."  She sniffed.  "That's all I want from Ashley, and she won't 
give it to me."
I rubbed her back.
"I'm sorry."
She took another breath and leaned back, wiping her eyes.
"Thanks.  I better go back and talk to her."
I rubbed her arm.
"Anytime."
She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and left.  Whatever was going on 
after that, I didn't hear any more fights.
After dinner that night, I went out on the master bedroom deck and lay 
in the big rope hammock I had strung between the wall and one of the 
posts.  I thought about what Giselle had said.  I *did* want certain 
things from Marianne eventually, and I *could* have been more direct 
about it.  But was I being too direct already?  I wanted to marry her 
someday, but I wanted her to do it because she wanted to spend the rest 
of her life with me, not because she wasn't sure what she wanted and 
thought I just knew what was best for her.  I thought I had been trying 
to give her enough space, but also I knew that my desires were not 
invisible.  We had said as much to each other.  She knew I wanted to 
marry her.  What if she just gave in one day because she was worried 
about disappointing me?  I simply couldn't get a grip on it.
I heard someone inside the house, and a moment later, she was leaning 
out of the door.
"Babe?  What are you doing?"
"Thinking."
"What about?"
"Things."
"Good things?"
"Yes."
She walked up to me, smiling tenderly.
"I know that look in your eye.  You're thinking about a big rock on my 
finger and half a dozen kids running around."
I laughed softly.
"I'm sorry.  I can't help it."
She climbed into the hammock and sat in my lap, straddling me and 
laying her hands on my shoulders.  Her blue eyes swelled with emotion 
as she looked at me.
"Baby, I've been thinking about this.  Very hard.  And as much as it 
hurts to say this, I don't think I can marry you.  I'm sorry."
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CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
I think my heart must have stopped for a few seconds.  Marianne's 
expression suddenly melted, and she hugged me tightly.
"I'm sorry.  That came out all wrong.  It's not that I don't want to 
marry you.  It's that I don't see how I can."
I gasped for breath.
"Kitten, this isn't something we have to do now or even within the next 
five years.  I've told you repeatedly, this is a decision for the 
future.  You don't have to make up your mind tonight."
She leaned back, caressing my face rapidly.
"No.  That's not what it's about.  If it were just us, I'd marry you 
this instant.  But it's not."
She paused for a second or two, eyes watering.
"Baby, if we get married . . . what happens to Hayley?"
"Well . . . she . . . I mean, what has to happen?  Nothing has to.  
She'll still be here."
"But we'll be cutting her out.  Maybe not physically, but emotionally.  
It would be erecting this barrier that she wasn't allowed over.  I just 
can't do that to her.  Not now.  Not when she loves you like she does."
"I keep telling you, we don't have to do this now.  It's for the 
future.  Who knows what things are going be like five years from now?"
She sat back on my knees, face darkening.  She stared hard at me for 
several seconds.
"She's right.  You still don't really believe she loves you.  You still 
think she's going to grow out of this."
I groaned in frustration.
"Kitten, you were sixteen not so long ago.  You know what it's like."
"Yes.  I do," she said angrily, "and that is not what she's going 
through.  This isn't a case of puppy love."
She slid out of the hammock suddenly and backed up, glaring at me.
"God!  After everything she went through to keep your ass out of jail, 
you still don't get it!"
I stood up, reaching for, but she pulled her arm away.
"Get away from me.  I can't believe this shit!"
She shot another glare at me, then ran out of the room, sobbing.  I 
stood there, dying on the inside, for another few seconds before going 
after her.  But she was gone, wherever she had run off to.
I returned to the room, falling heavily back onto the bed.  What hurt 
the most at that moment was the knowledge that Marianne was right.  I 
did honestly believe that Hayley believed she loved me, but in the back 
of my mind, I couldn't shake the feeling that she was going to come out 
of it at some point, whether suddenly or gradually.  It all came down 
to that patronizing refrain, "She's only sixteen."  But Marianne was 
only eighteen, and I had no such doubts about her.  Did two years make 
that much difference?
She had a valid point about what Hayley had done for me--a very, very 
valid point.  Love was a willingness to make real sacrifices for the 
person you loved--that was what I had said to Marianne a few months 
before.  Well, Hayley had probably made more profound sacrifices for my 
sake than I had ever made for hers.  All I had done was throw a lot of 
money around.  She had endured two weeks in the clutches of the DFCS, 
locked away from everyone who cared about her, and had still retained 
enough presence of mind to concoct a story to get my ass out of the 
sling.  All for no other reason than that she couldn't bear to see me 
go to jail because of what we had shared.
It would have been understatement to say I felt like a six-foot-tall 
pile of shit at that moment.
I sat up slowly.  I didn't know where Marianne had gone off to, but I 
could hear Hayley listening to her stereo in her room at the end of the 
hall.
I walked slowly down there, listening to the bubble-gum pop music 
echoing up and down the hallway--one of those cookie-cutter boy bands I 
could never keep straight.  When I reached her room, I found her lying 
on her stomach in bed, wearing just T-shirt and panties, reading a 
magazine.  One calf was up in the air and her foot twitched to the beat 
of the song.
The image was totally Marianne--it was just the way she used to lounge 
around my house when we were first dating.  Hayley was now, I realized, 
not that much younger than Marianne had been the day she showed up at 
my door pretending to sell magazines.
"Hey."
She looked up.
"Hi.  What's up?"
I had worried about her hearing my fight with Marianne, but obviously 
our voices hadn't risen above the level of her music.
I walked to the end of the bed, squatting down to the level of her 
beautiful face.  She looked at me curiously.
"What?"
"I don't think I ever thanked you for saving my butt."
She smiled.
"It wasn't all that much."
"It was.  You went through something no one should have to endure, and 
it only just dawned on me that you were doing it all for me."
Her eyes shone, and her smiled broadened.
"Because I love you."
"I know.  I maybe didn't know that for sure at one point, but I know it 
now, Little Kit.  No one has ever done something like that for me 
before, put their ass so completely on the line for me.  I know the 
DFCS was really leaning on you.  You could have saved yourself and told 
them what they wanted to hear, but you didn't."
"I could never have done that.  I would have saved myself and lost you.  
What would that have gotten me?"
I smiled.
"Martyr status.  Maybe not much else."
"Fuck martyr status.  I don't want to be a victim.  I just want to be 
me.  Why is it legal for me to sleep with Randy but illegal for me to 
sleep with you?  How can I be mentally capable of making the decision 
to sleep with someone who's seventeen, but not capable of deciding to 
sleep with someone who's forty-one?"
"I don't know.  I don't make the rules."
"Well, the rules suck."
I laughed.
"I won't argue with you there.  I just want you to know I appreciate 
what you did."
She smiled.
"You're welcome."
I leaned in and kissed her nose.
"Where's Marianne?" she asked.
"I'm not sure."
"Could I sleep with you guys tonight?"
"I'll ask her.  But I think so."
"Thanks."
I got up and went looking for her sister.  After twenty minutes of 
searching, I finally found her sitting in the back of one of the spare 
stalls in the barn.  She looked up at me when I came in, eyes red.
"I'm sorry," I said.  "You were right.  I'm an ass."
She smiled weakly.
"Hayley really loves you."
"I know that.  Maybe I didn't quite get it until tonight, but I do 
now."
I sat down next to her, putting my arm around her, and she leaned 
against me.
"I don't like being mad at you."
"I deserved it this time."  I exhaled slowly.  "I talked to Hayley, and 
I officially thanked her for saving my butt."
Marianne laughed softly.
"You know," I went on, "the two of you are almost like two sides of the 
same coin.  She gets more like you every day."
"Mom says that, too.  She said she's starting to have trouble telling 
us apart."
I hugged her.
"Anyway.  About what we were talking about before I made an idiot out 
of myself."
She nodded.
"Getting married.  I meant what I said.  I can't cut Hayley out of our 
lives like that."
"I can't marry both of you.  Not legally, anyway."
One of the horses snorted and pawed at the floor of its stall.  
Marianne glanced over, then back at me.
"I can't marry Tiffany, even though I know she'd do it.  That doesn't 
mean we can't have some kind of commitment."
"It's not marriage."
"Aren't there ways you can do everything else but?  Legally, I mean.  
As far as the property rights and insurance rights and all that go?"
"Yeah.  There are."
"And we could have some kind of unofficial ceremony, with the three of 
us.  I've heard of people doing that."
"I supposed we could."
"I want to bring Hayley *into* our lives.  Not cut her out."
"You're talking about some kind of polygamous household."
"Well, isn't that what we have now?"
"Not something quite that official.  And you're forgetting that Hayley 
can't legally enter any kind of contract, marital or not, until she's 
eighteen."
"But when she was eighteen?"
I sat back a bit from her and looked down into her eyes.
"Are you really serious about this?"
"I'm just thinking.  For the future.  To plan it out somehow.  Is that 
wrong?"
"No.  I guess not."
She hugged me.
"I don't want to freak you out.  I know this is all a long way off.  
But I can't take you away from Hayley like that.  Not after what she 
went through for you.  And for me too, when you think about it.  I 
could have lost you too."
"Okay.  Something to think about, I guess."
We got up and walked back to the house, holding hands.  When we got to 
the bedroom, I stopped and kissed her forehead.
"Hayley wants to spend the night in here."
She nodded.
"I'll go get her."
Marianne went down the hall, and the two of them returned a few moments 
later as I was brushing my teeth.  Marianne shut the door behind them, 
and then came up behind Hayley and hugged her.  Hayley giggled, hugging 
Marianne's arms in return.
"What?"
"I love you, short stuff."
A surprised look shot through Hayley's eyes for a moment, then she 
smiled.
"I love you too."
Marianne rested her chin on Hayley's shoulder, not letting her go, and 
looked at me.
"And we both love that hunk over there."
Hayley giggled again.
"Yep."
They helped each other out of their clothes and climbed into bed, 
waiting for me.  I rinsed out the toothpaste, turned out the lights, 
and joined them.
We began just by snuggling and cuddling with each other.  I kissed each 
of them in turn, fondling Hayley with my left hand, Marianne with my 
right, and comparing the two as I lay on my back.  They giggled as I 
played with them, trying to both kiss me at once, then sliding up 
further to smother me with their big tits.  I reached down, taking a 
neatly trimmed blonde pussy in each hand.  I explored gently, finding 
them both wet already.  I slipped my middle fingers into them.  They 
felt, as near as I could tell, identical.
Marianne withdrew from my face and slipped under the covers.  Hayley 
joined her a second later.  Then they were both kissing and sucking on 
my erection, and only the stud in Marianne's tongue allowed me to tell 
them apart--and if Hayley was serious about her offer, I would soon not 
even have that.
I lay still, holding their heads, and just wallowed in the sensations 
of having two mouths slurping and sucking my cock.  They passed it back 
and forth, bobbing slowly for about five seconds each, then ran their 
tongues up and down opposite sides of me.  I could hear them giggling 
to each other under the sheets as they worked.
Eventually I couldn't take it any longer, and I pulled them up.  They 
came out from under the covers and kissed me in turn.
"Did you like that?" Marianne asked.
"Too much."
"You know what would be really neat?" Hayley asked.  "Even if it's also 
kind of weird."
"What?"
"If you had two dicks.  One for each of us."
Marianne shrieked with laughter and shoved her playfully.
"I think that's probably not going to happen," I said.
"I know.  But it would still be neat."
Marianne suddenly froze, gripping my arm.
"No.  Wait.  He could.  Not two real ones, but what about the strap-
on?"
Hayley gasped.
"Yeah!  Would that work?"
"Let's see."
Marianne leapt out of bed and ran for the dresser across the room.  She 
dug into the bottom drawer where we kept our collection of toys.
"I'm not so sure about this," I said.
"Just try it," she said.
She made me get out of bed, and the two of them pulled the dildo into 
place.  At first, it ended up directly over my dick, but Marianne 
fiddled with the straps for about a minute until she had it hanging low 
enough.  It felt awkward, but it might just work.
"So how do we do this?" Hayley asked.
"I don't know.  Maybe us on top."
I lay back on the bed, and the two of them climbed above me.  Marianne 
got in front, backing down onto my erection, and Hayley got behind her, 
trying to position herself over the dildo.  Despite twenty seconds of 
squirming, they couldn't quite do it.
"I don't think this is working," Marianne said.
She slid off of me, to my profound disappointment.
"The angle is all wrong.  How else could we do it?" Hayley asked.
"If I was on top?" I asked.
"How?" Hayley asked.
"Maybe . . ." Marianne mused for a moment.  "If you lay on your back, 
and I got over you."
Something uncertain passed over Hayley's face for a second.  
"If you lay on top of me?"
"That's about the only I can see it working.  Let's at least try it."
Hayley lay down flat, and Marianne straddled her, getting her pussy 
lined up with Hayley's, then lowered herself down.  I got behind her, 
trying to find the right angle to enter them both.  Several hands were 
between us trying to help.  Marianne had to push herself completely 
down, pressing herself against her sister, before we were all lined up.
Then I pushed into her, and I felt the dildo sliding into Hayley.  Both 
of them moaned softly.
"Oh, God," Hayley said.
"It's working," Marianne gasped.
I withdrew, then thrust in again.  At first, it felt only little 
different from simply making love to Marianne from behind, the only 
difference being the pressure of the dildo against my balls.  But as 
the girls began to move with me, and each other, the sensations began 
to intensify.
Marianne lay flat against Hayley, head on her shoulder, as I made love 
to them.  Hayley's arms came up around her sister, hugging her.  I bent 
forward to kiss her, and Marianne turned her head to join the kiss.  
Both of them were moaning and whimpering under me, Marianne pushing 
back against my cock, Hayley lifting her hips up at me and her sister.  
We soon developed a slow rhythm, and I realized that they were rubbing 
their pussies together as I moved in and out of them.  I could feel 
them grinding against each other, and I wasn't even sure they knew what 
they were doing.  With the angle I had to maintain, it was all I could 
do just to get inside them.  I couldn't generate any friction against 
their clits, so they were apparently taking care of that themselves.
The three of us were soon moving faster, rocking back and forth, 
gasping with the exertion.  Marianne began to rock back at me rapidly, 
grinding down hard against her sister.  She arched her back and let out 
a soft cry.  A deep shudder ran through her body, and then suddenly 
Hayley was coming too, lifting herself off the bed under us, groping at 
my body and Marianne's.  I felt the two of them shaking under me, and 
drove rapidly into them.  I grunted, convulsed, then spurted off 
helplessly inside Marianne.
I withdrew as soon as I could and rolled off to lie beside them.  But 
Marianne stayed where she was, and I could see her still slowly rubbing 
herself against Hayley.  Then she sat up, pushing her hair back over 
her head.  I couldn't quite tell in the darkness, but she looked a 
little uncomfortable, whatever the reason.
Hayley rolled onto my shoulder.
"That was cool."
"Yeah."
Marianne crawled up on top of me, folding her arms over my chest and 
resting her chin on top of them.
"How was it for you?"
"Very weird.  But fun."
"That thing takes some getting used to."
"I guess so."
She helped me get it off, then lay beside me, opposite her sister.  We 
held each other quietly for a little while before Marianne began 
writhing against me again.  She soon disappeared under the sheets and 
set about restoring my erection.  Hayley lay on my chest, nuzzling my 
neck as I felt her sister slowly sucking on my cock, massaging me with 
the stud in her tongue.
I pulled Hayley up further to kiss her, and for a few minutes we necked 
and played with each other while Marianne continued blowing me.  Soon 
she had produced an excellent hard-on and sat up, pulling back the 
sheets.
She nudged Hayley.
"Your turn."
Making one of her little contented noises, Hayley slithered over me, 
planting her knees on either side of my waist, and backed up onto my 
cock.  I felt Marianne reaching between us to guide me in.
Hayley sat back, letting herself settle down entirely onto me.  I put 
my hands on her thighs and thrust upwards.
"Mmm," she said.  "That's a lot better than a rubber one."
Marianne came up behind her, hugging Hayley as she moved slowly up and 
down.  She smiled at me over her sister's shoulder, and slid her hands 
up Hayley's torso, cupping her full breasts in her hands.
Hayley dug herself down at me as Marianne began tweaking her nipples, 
and giggled softly
"Harder."
I watched Marianne pinching Hayley's nipples more deliberately, and 
Hayley twitched above me, moaning.  I rolled my hips with her 
movements, thrusting up into her as far as I could get.  She rocked 
slowly back and forth.  
We all knew each other's rhythms very well by now, and we soon had 
Hayley nearing her release.  She humped herself at me rapidly as 
Marianne continued rolling her nipples between her fingers.  I held 
myself up against her, keeping the angle as sharp as possible, and a 
few moments later, Hayley let out a squeak and shuddered in orgasm.  
Then she threw herself forward across my chest.
I caressed her back slowly as she caught her breath.  Marianne lay down 
beside us.  Hayley continued to thrust slowly at me for a few seconds, 
then lifted up to rub noses with me, Eskimo style.
"I love you."
"You too, Little Kit."
"You didn't come?"
"Not yet.  It's okay."
She reached under me to hold my shoulders, and then rolled to her side, 
pulling me on top of her.  We rolled over right next to Marianne, who 
snuggled against us.  
I rose off Hayley's body and began moving slowly in her.  She was so 
wet and warm by now that I could just close my eyes and luxuriate in 
the feel of her.  She stroked my waist slowly, moving her hips with my 
thrusts and laying her legs over mine.  I looked down at her, and at 
Marianne lying beside her.  Marianne's hand came up and began caressing 
Hayley's breasts as she had been doing.  Hayley reached out, putting 
her arm around Marianne, and Marianne slid closer, laying her head 
across Hayley's chest under me.
I closed my eyes again, just enjoying being inside this girl I loved so 
much.  I wasn't very close to coming yet, and I could concentrate on 
being with her.  When I looked down again a minute later, it took me a 
moment or two to realize what I was seeing.
Marianne had hardly moved, but she was now sucking lightly on Hayley's 
right nipple, flicking her tongue back and forth.  Hayley lay quietly 
under us, still holding Marianne with one arm.  Marianne wasn't looking 
at me, and she lifted her head up a little to change the angle.  Then 
she sucked Hayley's nipple completely into her mouth.
Hayley whimpered, pushing her hips up at me, and I sped my thrusts.  
She rolled her body with me, groping at me with her other arm.  Hayley 
let out another little cry, and I could feel the pre-orgasmic quivers 
beginning in her belly.  I groaned, thrusting faster as I watched the 
scene before me.  Marianne was now tweaking the nipple she wasn't 
sucking, and Hayley was still holding her closely.  
As I felt the cum starting to boil in my groin, as I could feel the 
tremors of incipient orgasm at the base of my cock, Hayley spiked up at 
me with a sharp cry, clawing at my arm.  Her wet, heated sex squeezed 
my erection rhythmically, shuddering, and I cried out, stabbing the 
last bit of myself into her.  The cum shot out of me in an almost 
painful stream, as if I were discharging bolts of lighting.  I shook in 
orgasm for nearly five seconds before collapsing onto Hayley's 
quivering body.  Marianne withdrew enough to let me lay flat on her 
sister, but embraced us both tightly.
I withdrew only far enough to lie between them.  The three of us held 
each other and fell asleep.
I awoke with the sun the next morning.  I stretched, bumping into a 
body beside me.  I snuggled with it, taking a full breast in my hand.  
She responded by pressing herself against me, and I realized as I came 
more fully awake that it was Hayley.
"Mmm," she mumbled.  "Sleepy."
I turned my head.  The remainder of the bed was empty.  I listened for 
the shower, but heard nothing.
I sat up and scratched my head.  Hayley rolled over, burying herself 
under the sheets.  I was still too out of it to want to get up, so I 
lay back beside her and spooned with her.  She pushed back against me 
and bumped into my morning erection.  Matters progressed naturally from 
there, and a few sweaty, if enjoyable minutes later, she was lying 
across my chest trying to catch her breath.
"Doing it in the morning is fun."
"Yep."
"Where's Marianne?"
"I don't know.  I guess she got up early."
"Last night was really great.  I know we have to make room for each 
other . . . but I'd like to spend the night with you guys more often."
"Talk to her about it.  I have no objections."
She giggled.
"I bet you don't."
Hayley got up to take a shower, and I pulled on some jeans and a T-
shirt.  I found Giselle in the kitchen making some coffee.
"Hey."
"Hi."
"You seen Marianne?"
"No.  I just got up."
I looked out the back window, seeing nothing.  A peek out the front 
window produced no clues either.  I found my shoes and went for a walk.
The caretaker was cleaning out the stables, and I stuck my head into 
the barn to see if he knew anything.  He was a grizzled, good-natured 
fellow in his mid-fifties.
"Hey Tony, have you seen Marianne?"
"Saw her taking a walk back into the woods about ten minutes ago.  Back 
by the creek.  Looked upset about something."
I got the impression that he knew more than he was saying, but I didn't 
push it.  Feeling puzzled, but increasingly curious, I walked across 
the back pasture toward the rear of the ranch.
I found her sitting on a rock beside the waterfall.  She had her knees 
pulled up to her chest and her arms wrapped around them.  She looked 
over when I approached but didn't move.
I sat on the rock beside her.
"Hi," she said weakly.
"Something you want to talk about?"
She looked back at the water.
"I realized something last night.  Something that really scares me, 
because I'm not sure where it's coming from."
"What is it?  What's wrong?"
She took a deep breath.
"I have the hots for my sister.  I don't know why, but I do."
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CHAPTER FORTY
I wasn't sure what to say to this revelation, so I let her go on.
"You've probably noticed, huh?"
"Yeah.  Not just last night."
"No.  Not just last night.  Last night was when I finally admitted it 
to myself."
I squared myself on my rock and took her hand.
"What exactly are you feeling?  Let's be clear here."
She took a slow breath.
"I love her more than anything.  Well--I don't mean more than you, but 
as much.  And in a different way."
"It's all right.  Go on."
"Hayley and I have always been really close.  We've never really fought 
that much.  I know it was because our folks were always caught up in 
their own problems.  We needed each other too much to let any stupid 
rivalries get in the way.  She's always looked up to me, and I've 
always tried to look after her, because Mom wasn't always doing it.  I 
know I like to talk about Tiffany and Giselle being my best friends, 
but the truth is, Hayley really is.  She understands me better than 
anyone else.  We've shared so many of the same things."
"All of which is perfectly normal."
She nodded.
"I know.  So when I started seeing you, and she started coming over 
too, it didn't bother me to share her with you, because we had shared 
so much already.  But . . . "  She sighed.  "I don't know if I can put 
this into words effectively.  It's just that . . . the first time she 
and I slept with you, together, something clicked inside me.  It was 
like I had known her all this time, and then I suddenly saw something 
completely new in her.  Like I realized that she was more than just my 
sister.  She was a person, a girl, a very pretty one, with her own 
needs and sexuality.  You have to understand that I had never thought 
about that at all before that first afternoon."
"Okay."
"And, with the other girls, when I really realized that I was bisexual, 
I also realized that I was attracted to her too, not just as my sister 
but as a person.  I didn't know what to do about it.  I guess I just 
suppressed it, telling myself that we were just having fun, you know.  
That it didn't mean anything to touch her when the three of us were 
making love.  That she was my sister, that I loved her, and that there 
wasn't anything wrong with wanting to make her feel good."
"I don't know that there is, necessarily, considering everything else 
that we've been doing."
"Let me finish."
"Okay."
"But that night that Tiffany came over and did her slave bit for the 
three of us, when Hayley came out of the back wearing that dildo . . . 
when she started fucking Tiffany right above me . . . you don't know 
how much I wanted to push Tiffany aside and--"  She paused, not quite 
able to say the words she meant.  "--and make love to her.  But I just 
couldn't.  Because I knew the rest of you would have freaked."
She paused a moment to catch her breath.
"Afterward, I told myself that it was a momentary impulse, that I had 
just gotten all caught up in the sex.  I didn't think about it at all 
until last night."
"When we brought out the dildo again."
"Right.  And making love with the two of you, having you inside me 
while I was pressed against her, while you were making love to her too, 
was the most incredible thing I have ever experienced.  I don't know 
what it was.  I came so hard, and so deep, and it felt so right and so-
-"
Her voice caught in her throat, and I put my arm around her.  She 
leaned against me, sniffling and wiping her eyes.
"I just loved the two of you *so* much that I felt like I was going to 
explode.  I wanted to cry afterwards.  I couldn't let go of her.  And 
when you were making love to her later on, I just had to get as close 
to the two of you as I could.  I didn't even think about . . . about 
what I was doing to her.  I just did it."
I pulled her closer to me, hugging her, and she took another ragged 
breath.
"It's all right.  Nothing is wrong."
"You don't think I'm a nut case because of this?"
"No."
"But Hayley must."
"I don't think so.  She didn't act weird at all this morning.  We even 
made love when we woke up.  She told me how much she enjoyed last night 
and how she wished we could do it more often."
Marianne sniffled.
"She did?"
"Yes."
"She didn't seem grossed out?"
"Not as far as I could tell."
"Really?"
"Really."
She withdrew from me a few inches and looked up.  Her eyes were red and 
damp, and I brushed the tears from her cheeks.
"I love you," I said.  "I love her.  Whatever it is we do together 
cannot be wrong."
"It's not like I could get her pregnant."
"No."
"No is going to end up deformed from this."
"No."
She leaned against my chest.
"I'm sorry."
I laughed softly.
"For what?"
"For dumping all of this on you at once."
"You haven't said anything to her about this yet?"
"How could I?"
"I don't know."
"Could--"  I felt her swallow hard against me.  "Could you?"
I looked down into her eyes.
"Could I ask her about it, you mean?"
"Yes.  I have to know what she's feeling, but I just can't ask her 
myself.  Not to her face."
"I can try.  That's all I can promise."
She squeezed me tightly.
"Thanks."
A few uneventful days went by.  Although I thought frequently about 
Marianne's revelation (which, to be perfectly honest, was not much of a 
revelation--as I told her, I had seen this coming, at least in the back 
of my mind), I did nothing about it yet.  I wasn't sure how to approach 
Hayley about this, and I didn't want to create a crisis where none yet 
existed.
Meanwhile, the Giselle-Ashley situation was rapidly deteriorating.  The 
rest of us did our best to stay out of it, but I was growing weary of 
hearing them shouting at each other from the rear wing of the house.  I 
kept telling myself that I couldn't have a cathouse without a few 
catfights, but I would then feel juvenile and chauvinistic for thinking 
something that male.
A week after my encounter with Giselle, Ashley presented herself in my 
study.  I didn't notice the suitcases in the foyer behind her for a 
couple of seconds.  She was trying to be resolute, but the redness of 
her eyes betrayed her mood.
"Hey."
"Hi.  Um, I'm here to tell you that I'm moving out.  You're a great guy 
and this is a great place, but I just can't live here anymore."
I sighed.
"I'm sorry."
"I was hoping Giselle would come with me, but she won't.  So I'm going 
back home for the rest of the summer."
"It's all right.  No one's trying to keep you here if you want to 
leave.  I wish we could have made it work, but I understand."
"Thanks.  I, um, I need to ask you a big favor."
"Anything.  Shoot."
"I have no car and no money, and basically no way of getting back.  I 
was hoping I could bum a few bucks for a bus ticket.  I'll pay you back 
when I can."
I got up out of my chair and went to my desk.
"Absolutely.  And forget about paying it back.  You wouldn't be here 
except for me."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes.  Don't worry about it."
I dug around in my desk for a few minutes and gave her all the cash I 
had, which was about two hundred dollars.
"That should be enough."
"Thanks."
She gave me a brief hug, and I noticed that a taxi had already pulled 
up in front of the house.   I took one of her bags and followed her 
out.
"You'll be missed.  I'm sorry we couldn't make it work."
She nodded weakly.
"Me too."
She climbed into the cab and left.  When they drove out of sight, I 
went to back to Giselle's room.  She lay on her bed, staring blankly at 
the ceiling.
"Is she gone?"
"Yeah.  I gave her some money for the bus.  She left a couple of 
minutes ago.  I'm sorry."
"I'll live.  It's not the first break-up I've gone through."
"If you need anything . . ."
She nodded.  I patted her shoulder and went toward the back of the 
house to see what the others were doing. 
I found Elizabeth in the kitchen making some sandwiches.  She wore a 
trim red bikini, and when I looked out the back window, I could see 
that she had been sunbathing with her daughters.  Marianne, Hayley, and 
Tiffany were out by the pool, each wearing nothing but a thong.  
Elizabeth's outfit was more modest, but she still had quite a body on 
her, and she wasn't too shy about displaying it.
If I narrowed my eyes a little and let the image before me blur, the 
years melted away, and she became the seventeen-year-old cheerleader I 
had once lusted after.  But thinking like that sent a wave of guilt 
washing over me, so I stopped.  Dear God, was I never going to shed the 
shackles of that long-ago experience?
"Hey."
She turned around.
"Hi.  Is Ashley gone?"
"Yeah.  You knew?"
"She came out back to say goodbye to the girls."
I looked out the window again, seeing that the three of them did not 
appear very happy.  They were talking about something, most likely the 
departure.
"She and Giselle just couldn't make it work," I said.
Elizabeth nodded.
"I understand, but from one perspective, I'm a little jealous of them.  
I wish I had had the freedom to go through what they're going through 
now when I was their age.  My life might have been a lot different.  I 
don't think they realize just how fortunate they are."
"No.  But try telling them that."
She laughed softly.
"I won't waste my breath."
I thought for a moment about what she had said.
"You wouldn't have gotten married, would you?"
"I doubt it.  Which of course means I wouldn't have had Marianne and 
Hayley.  So I think about them whenever I get like this, and then I 
don't feel bad."
I looked back out to the pool, wondering if she knew what was going on 
between her daughters.
"I notice you're not quite as brave as they are."
She laughed.
"Well, gravity has not yet struck the three of them the way it has me.  
So I suppose they'd best enjoy it while they can.  But frankly, I'm 
more concerned about not exposing myself to the caretaker."
I grinned.
"He's harmless.  I almost feel like calling him Uncle Tony."
"He is.  But that doesn't mean I want to show him my breasts."
I laughed.  Elizabeth finished the sandwiches and piled them on a 
plate.
"Why don't you come outside, and we can all have lunch?"
I followed her out, and we sat around the pool for a while.  Giselle 
emerged from the house and commiserated with the girls for about twenty 
minutes.  The pool phone rang in the midst of this, and I grabbed it 
before it had a chance to interrupt them.
"Hello?"
"Hey, Steve, it's Brian."
"Hey.  What's up?"
"How are you guys settling in?  Everything going all right?"
"Great.  How about you?"
"Busy, which is why I haven't called since you left.  But something 
came up that I thought you should know about."
"What?"
"You know what happened with Randy after the hearing, right?"
The last I had heard, Haywood was so pissed at the way things had 
turned out that she was looking into prosecuting Randy for perjury.  I 
wanted to put all that behind us, so I had ignored it as best I could.
I lowered my voice before answering him.
"Are they going to need any of us to testify?" 
"Well, no, which is actually why I'm calling.  You see, Randy has 
apparently jumped bail.  He disappeared right after his arraignment.  
Haywood called me about it so I could let you know."
"Oh, shit."
"Right.  No one seems to know what he's up to, but you might want to 
watch your backs for the near future."
"Damn.  I guess so."
When I got off the phone with him a few minutes after that, I could 
tell the girls hadn't been paying attention.  I didn't want to worry 
them for now, so I kept my mouth shut.  I dozed off in the sun 
listening to them, and when I woke up an hour later, only Hayley was 
still there with me.
She lay on her stomach reading a magazine, and I spent a few moments 
admiring her trim physique, from her tanned toned legs, to her tight 
little butt, to the long blonde hair splayed all over her smooth back.  
She wasn't a kid anymore, that was for damn sure, no matter what her 
driver's license might say.
She saw me looking over and smiled, pulling her hair around the far 
side of her head.
"Have a nice nap?"
"Yeah.  Where is everyone?"
"Mom went back to the guest house.  Marianne and Tiff went shopping, I 
think.  Giselle is inside.  I think she just needs to be alone right 
now."
"Yeah."
"Do you want to do anything?"
"I think I'm going to stay right here.  A clear sky and a pretty girl 
to admire is all a man can ask out of life."
Her smile broadened, and something deeper came into her eyes.
"Do you want to know one of the reasons I love you?"
"Go for it."
"You make me feel special.  When you look at me like that, I know I'm 
the most important thing in the world to you."
"You are."
"I know.  Me and Marianne."
She sat up, reaching back to gather up her hair.  Then she stretched 
her arms up straight, cracking her knuckles above her head.  What the 
action did to her bare breasts, to the rest of her, could not be put 
into words, so I didn't try.
"I was thinking," she said.
"What about?"
"Could we get a dog?  Maybe a couple of them?"
"Horses aren't enough?"
"I just thought it would be neat.  I've never had a dog."
"I suppose we could."
"From the animal shelter, right?  Not some designer dog."
"Of course."
"Could we go now?"
I laughed.
"Some of the others might want to help pick them out."
"I asked.  They didn't seem to care.  So can we?"
"I guess so.  Go get dressed, and we can go."
She went inside, returning a few minutes later in denim shorts and a 
spaghetti-strap T-shirt.  While she was dressing, I was looking in the 
phone book to find the nearest shelter.  When she reappeared, we went 
out to the garage and climbed into the Ferrari.  
The shelter was not too far away, and I imagined that it had to be a 
long way out of town to avoid complaints about barking animals.  We 
drove back down the highway faster than we needed to, and I savored the 
way the Ferrari hugged the curves and burned up the few straightaways.
I noticed Hayley watching me in amusement as I downshifted coming out 
of a bend in the road.
"You really love this car, don't you?"
"Yeah."
She laughed.
"You're like a little kid whenever you get in it.  It's so funny."
We reached the shelter in about fifteen minutes, and Hayley hopped out 
to look at the dogs.  They had at least fifty, and most of them were 
barking their lungs out at each other.
"What kind of dog are you thinking of?"
"I don't know," she said.  "I guess I'll know when I see it."
We walked around for a few minutes.  Some dogs ran right up to the gate 
of their pen to greet us.  Others barked at us, and still others hid, 
cowering in the back.  Hayley's face grew more concerned the longer we 
were there.
"This is so sad.  I wish we could take all of them."
Then she stopped at the cage of a little smooth-coated brown dog that 
stood nervously in the center of its pen.  She crouched down, poking 
her fingers through the chain links, making kissing noises.
The dog whined and took a few steps toward her.  Then a few more, then 
it was at the gate licking her hand.  I looked at the card on the cage, 
which described it as a dachshund-terrier mix, about two years old.
"Isn't he cute?"
"She."
"It's a girl?"
"Yeah."
She continued trying to play with it through the fence, and the dog now 
had its paws up on the gate trying to get to her.
I found one of the shelter officials and had her open the gate so we 
could get a better look.  Hayley picked up the dog, hugging it and 
laughing as it frantically licked her face.
"What do you think?" I asked.
"I want to get her."
"Dog number one?"
"Can we get two?"
"Yeah."
"You should try to get one about the same size," the woman said.  "I 
think I know another one that might be good."
She led us to the other end of the cages, where we found a shaggy 
blondish mutt that resembled a dust mop more than anything else.  It 
immediately jumped up against the cage door to greet us, wagging its 
tail furiously.
Hayley handed me the other dog and crouched down to examine the new 
one.  The woman opened the cage door, and the dog jumped into Hayley's 
arms.  She laughed, trying to hold it off.
"This one is also a female," the woman said, "so you should get fewer 
pack structure problems than with multiple males."
"I love her," Hayley said.  "She's so fluffy."
She picked it up.
"Can we see how they are together?"
"Sure."
The woman led us out of the cage area to a grassy dog run in the back.  
Hayley and I set the dogs down.  They immediately began sniffing each 
other's butts, then ran around the grass together biting at each 
other's ears.
"They seem all right," Hayley said.
"Got any names in mind?"
She smiled at me.
"Two girls.  How about Britney and Christina?"
The shelter woman and I laughed hard for several seconds.
"A blonde and a brunette," the woman said.  "Works for me."
It took about twenty minutes to process the adoption, and I bought some 
various dog supplies from their pet store in the front.  Hayley got 
both dogs on leashes and walked them around outside while I filled out 
the forms and wrote a check for the fee.  She came back inside just as 
we were finishing up.
"Thanks so much," she said.
"Thank you.  I told your dad all about what you need to do as far as 
shots and vet stuff go, so you're all set."
Hayley and I exchanged a nervous look, then she forced a smile onto her 
face.
"Thanks.  Bye."
We piled into the car, and the dogs climbed into Hayley's lap, sticking 
their heads into the breeze as we drove away.  She stared out at the 
road for a few seconds before turning to me and putting her hand on my 
thigh.
"Did that hurt?" she asked.
"A little."
"Don't let it get to you.  She knows nothing about us at all.  What 
does it matter what she thinks?"
"Nothing, I guess."
"I could have said something about it, but what would that have 
accomplished besides making us all feel awkward?  It's none of her damn 
business.  I bet she has her own secrets.  Maybe she has some personal 
reasons for wanting to work in a dog pound that we don't know about."
I laughed so hard that the dogs turned around to see what the commotion 
was.
"Ugh.  Don't make me think things like that."
She giggled and leaned over to hug me.
"Get my point, though?"
"Yes.  Yes."
We turned the dogs loose in the back pasture when we got home, and they 
ran excitedly around, jumping through the grass and sniffing everything 
in range.  Hayley and I sat on the fence watching them.
"They look so happy.  It must have been so awful in those cages."
I nodded.
"Little Kit, I need to ask you about something.  Marianne asked me to 
do this because she can't do it herself."
She looked at me, eyebrows creasing.
"Something bad?"
"Something serious.  Bad depends on your perspective, I guess."
"What is it?"
I had spent a week trying to think of the best way to present this, and 
I still wasn't sure how to do it.
"She's concerned about some of the things that have gone on when the 
three of us make love.  Between the two of you.  Things that, from one 
perspective, may have crossed a certain line."
Her face wilted, and her jaw began to vibrate.
"She's upset about it?"
"No.  Quite the contrary.  Well, she is, but not because she feels bad 
about it.  She's concerned about what you're thinking."
"I don't understand."
"Okay.  Let me try this from another tack.  You know what I'm referring 
to, right?"
"Yes."
"Marianne loves you very much.  More than anything in the world.  More 
than me, I think, which I have no problem with, because it's a 
different type of love.  I think she wants to express that love in ways 
that she's not sure you're comfortable with."
Her eyes went unfocused for a second.
"She wants to do it with me."
"I don't know about that, exactly, but--"
"Well, what have we been doing?  We've . . . we've done a lot.  She's 
not comfortable with it?"
"She is.  She's concerned that you aren't."
"I love her; I love you.  Why wouldn't I be?"
The matter-of-factness of that reply took me aback for a second.  I 
chose my words very carefully.
"Some people . . . might find it unusual."
"Some people would find what you and I have unusual.  Like that woman 
at the pound.  If one of us was a guy, yeah, I could see some major 
problems, but we're not.  I thought incest was just male-female, not 
girl-girl."
I thought about that for a moment.
"I think it still is."
"Well, fuck it.  It's illegal for you and me to make love.  How is this 
any worse?"
"I don't know."
"I mean, I'm not saying I want to run in there and jump her bones, but 
I don't have any problems with what we've been doing.  It's been great, 
hasn't it?  What we all have is really special."
"It is."
"So don't go putting unnecessary labels on it."
"I'm not.  Marianne is the one who's worried about you."
"Okay.  Well, I'll go talk to her then."
I put my arm around her and hugged her.  She leaned against me, 
returning the hug.
"So what if we're a little perverted?  A little healthy perversion is 
good for you."
I laughed.
"No argument there."
"Do you want me to pretend to be your daughter sometime?  Would that 
turn you on?"
I laughed again, then told her about Marianne's retort to one of my ex-
classmates at the reunion the previous fall.  She laughed so hard she 
almost fell off the fence.
"Would you like that?"
"I think it might exceed my tolerance for weirdness."
"I'll do it if you want."
"Don't worry about it."
She pretended to pout, then hopped off the fence.
"Let's go find Marianne."
We gathered up the dogs and brought them inside the backyard fence, 
where they couldn't go running off into the woods.  I was concerned 
about Marianne being busy with Tiffany, but Tiffany proved to be parked 
in front of the television in the den, watching MTV.
When we reached the master suite, we found Marianne in her closet, 
putting away a couple of new outfits.  When she saw who it was, her 
face creased in concern, but Hayley didn't say anything.  She just sat 
on the end of the bed, bouncing a little on the mattress, smiling at 
us.
I went to Marianne and hugged her.
"False alarm, it looks like," I said quietly.  "She's fine."
She glanced at her sister, then back to me.
"She's fine?"
I nodded.  Marianne pulled away from me slowly and returned to the 
bedroom.  She didn't seem to know what to make of the grin on Hayley's 
face.
"Uh . . . so."
"So," Hayley said.
Marianne looked back at me again, not sure what to do.  Hayley broke 
the tension after a moment or two.
"Wanna fuck?"
Marianne burst into nervous laughter, then went to her sister.  They 
hugged each other, giggling.  
I joined them on the bed, and the three of us rolled around, laughing 
and pulling each other's clothes off.  They both went after my cock as 
soon as it was exposed, and I completed the disrobing by pulling off 
their panties in turn as they sucked on me.  Marianne lost her balance 
trying to help me get her drawers past her knees and fell back on her 
butt, laughing again.
Hayley withdrew from my cock, stroking it and watching her sister.  
Marianne met her gaze, and then crawled slowly across my body, pushing 
Hayley onto her back beside me.  I took Hayley in my arms as Marianne 
bent to kiss her breasts.  Hayley's eyes rolled back to look at me, and 
I kissed her.  She reached up to hold my head as we frenched deeply.
When we broke the kiss, I looked down to see Marianne suckling Hayley's 
full breasts.  I sat up beside her and caressed her gently, reaching 
under her to fondle her tits.  Hayley slid back further on the bed, and 
Marianne followed her.  I knelt behind Marianne, feeling up between her 
legs, finding her wetness, then slipping gently into her.
She pushed back at me, and I moved slowly in and out of her tight butt, 
watching the two of them.  Hayley's eyes were closed, and she held 
Marianne's head.  Marianne brought her right hand in between Hayley's 
legs, and began caressing her sex gently.  Hayley let out a little 
noise and arched her back.
Marianne began sliding down further, and realizing what was coming, I 
withdrew and lay down beside Hayley.  She tensed up as Marianne 
descended between her thighs and reached for me.  I held her closely, 
hugging her head, and when her hand bumped against my erection, still 
slick with Marianne's fluids, she wrapped her fist around it and began 
stroking.
Marianne looked up at me, eyes nervous but filled with love.  She 
glanced at Hayley, who was rigid in anticipation.  Then she lowered her 
head and began to make love to her sister.  
Hayley gasped at the first contact, and her hand gripped my cock 
tightly.  I watched Marianne licking her slowly, moving her tongue in 
easy circles around Hayley's clitoris.  Hayley's breath came in rapid 
gulps, and her chest was rising and falling so fast that her breasts 
quivered.  I bent to kiss her, and she embraced me tightly.  I took a 
firm breast in my hand and caressed it.
All of us were too excited for this to last very long.  Hayley's gasps 
for breath soon turned into impassioned cries, and she groped at me 
next to her.  Then she was shuddering in orgasm, biting at my shoulder 
and thrashing around under her sister's attentions.  Marianne kept it 
up well after Hayley's orgasm peaked and subsided, but finally crawled 
up to kiss us.  The two girls embraced and held each other closely.
Hayley came back to life in a few moments, and pushed Marianne on her 
back.  When she began kissing Marianne's breasts, she pulled me down 
with her, wanting my help.  I complied, taking the breast she wasn't 
engaged with into my mouth.  After a minute or two of this, she 
descended further, still holding my arm tightly.  I went with her, and 
she pulled my head down next to hers as we settled between Marianne's 
thighs.
Laying our heads opposite one another, we began licking Marianne 
together, one tongue on either side.  She stayed snuggled close to me, 
holding my hand, as she ate her sister.  Marianne put her hands on both 
our heads, writhing on the bed in sweet agony.  Hayley and I were 
kissing each other as much as we were licking Marianne, and the 
emotions of this encounter seemed to be overwhelming her.  She needed 
me beside her, holding her, however much I knew she wanted this.  So I 
did.
When Marianne finally came, she came with a shriek, clawing at my hair 
and Hayley's.  Her hips bucked at us, and when it peaked, she had to 
push us away.  Hayley curled against me, pressing her face against my 
neck.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded rapidly.
"I love you."
We rejoined Marianne at the top of the bed, and the three of us held 
each other for a few minutes.  Marianne retrieved the strap-on from the 
dresser, and she and Hayley helped me into it.  We replayed the three-
way encounter of the other night, except today Hayley was on top and I 
was inside her as I made love to both of them.  This time they held 
each other without reservation, kissing and fondling and rubbing 
themselves together.  I lost myself in the two of them, holding them as 
closely as I could.  The three of us came as one, shuddering and 
gasping as my seed finally passed into Hayley.   
We lay quietly together afterward, Hayley on one side of me, Marianne 
on the other, heads on my shoulders, holding hands, faces pressed 
tightly against my neck.  Through the window, I watched the sun going 
down over the ocean, still fifteen or twenty degrees above the horizon, 
but beginning to color the sky.  The rose and gold hues of sunset 
played across the clouds and the glass of the window, sending amber 
beams of light through the bedroom.
I watched a few motes of dust dancing in the light, then looked back at 
the beautiful girls beside me.  I hugged them, one last time, as we 
drifted, warm in the sun and our mutual love, into contented sleep.
* * *
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Sorry folks, but I will be out of town for Thanksgiving, 
and this will be the only episode posted this week.  With that in mind, 
I've left you with a whopper of a cliffhanger. <g>  Enjoy--the last two 
chapters will be posted on Nov. 29 and Dec. 1.
Ch. 41 Codes: ff, MF, teen, oral
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
The Fourth of July came and went.  We had a barbecue around the pool 
and went down to the Boardwalk to watch the fireworks afterward.  My 
forty-second birthday was a week after that, and the four girls 
combined to give me a present I would not soon forget.  I celebrated 
myself by buying a green four-door Hummer to replace the Grand 
Cherokee.  I briefly considered trading in the Jeep, then realized that 
we could use another car around the ranch, so I just gave the keys to 
the girls.
Hayley spent about one night out of every three with Marianne and me, 
and what went on, if you weren't inclined to label it, was something 
special to all of us.  We didn't talk about it anymore, since there no 
longer seemed to be anything that needed saying.
Britney and Christina proved to be an instant hit around the ranch, 
much as their namesakes were in the music business.  Though at night 
they slept in Hayley's room, in a big dog bed together, they were very 
much a part of the family.  The other girls often played with them, and 
Britney took to sleeping on the ottoman in the library when I was in 
there reading or working.  The horses adjusted to their presence 
quickly enough, and the dogs often came along when we went out riding.
Giselle recovered from her break-up with Ashley after a few weeks.  I 
often saw her hanging out with Hayley, and the two of them took to 
riding their horses together in the afternoons.  
As the summer stretched on, I found myself becoming more and more 
inclined to take an active hand in managing the ranch, and I was soon 
getting up early in the mornings to help Tony take care of things.  He 
was a good-natured guy and did his best to show me what I needed to 
know, though he liked to joke about my finally learning the meaning of 
real work after a career of pushing paper around on my desk.  After 
spending a few weeks nursing a collection of blisters, I wasn't going 
to argue with him
One morning in July, we were cleaning the stables when Hayley came out, 
wanting to take Belle for a ride.  We helped her saddle up, and I stood 
in the doorway of the barn watching her ride off.
"That's got to be the sweetest girl I've ever met," Tony said, "and 
I've met quite a few."
"Yeah."
"You're a pretty lucky guy, you know that?"
My head spun around in surprise, but he just laughed.
"You think I haven't figured out what you've got going on here?  With 
that sign you've got over the front gate?"  He laughed again.  "I may 
be getting old, but I'm not stupid."
"Uh."
"It's not a problem.  I'm not a man to judge other people's lifestyles.  
I can tell all these girls are crazy about you, and that's about all 
that matters to me."
"Okay."
He leaned against his pitchfork, propping his arms up on the end of the 
handle.
"I lived in a place like this for a few years, a commune of sorts, 
after I came back from Vietnam.  I wasn't ready to rejoin conventional 
society.  Wasn't for a long time."
"You were in Vietnam?"
He nodded.
"Not something I enjoy talking about, but I was.  One thing I learned 
was that you have to appreciate what you have when you have it, because 
you won't have it forever.  Friends and family especially.  If this is 
what you and those girls want out of your lives, then you should take 
it.  You shouldn't let anyone else stop you from enjoying something 
special, even if it might be pretty unorthodox."
It took me a moment or two to answer him.
"Thanks."
He shrugged.
"Don't mention it.  Just be happy."
That afternoon, I went walking with Britney through the redwoods around 
the perimeter of the property.  She would run ahead of me, then back, 
then ahead again, stopping to sniff one thing or another as she ran 
around, or pausing to stick her nose into a gopher hole.  The gophers 
had thus far been too smart for her to catch, but she hadn't stopped 
trying.
We reached the spot where the creek ran under the fence onto the next 
property, and Britney ran up to the water to take a drink.  We walked 
up the creek bank toward the waterfall, and I began to hear giggles and 
female conversation through the trees.
I stopped when we got in sight of the waterfall.  The sight that 
greeted my eyes was more of a surprise than it should have been.  Up 
ahead, Hayley and Giselle were lying on a blanket beside the water, 
making love.  Their limbs were intertwined, arms entangled with thighs 
as they moved slowly against each other, oblivious to everything around 
them.  
So this, I thought, was where they were riding to every afternoon, and 
maybe why Giselle seemed to have gotten over Ashley so quickly.  I 
didn't mind.  Marianne had Tiffany, and it looked like Hayley now had 
Giselle.  The symmetry of it was pretty darned neat when you gave it 
some thought.
Britney tried to run up to them, but I grabbed her collar in time to 
stop her.  This wasn't something I wanted to interrupt, and even 
watching seemed improper.  I picked up the dog and carried her back 
into the trees, leaving the girls to each other.  
When Britney and I got back to the house, I found Marianne and Tiffany 
sunbathing by the pool.  Two pairs of oily pink nipples pointed toward 
the sun.  I changed into my swim shorts and dove into the pool to cool 
off.  When I swam up to the edge, Marianne had come up to her elbows to 
watch me.
"Where did you go?"
"Just took the dog for a walk."
She looked around the pasture behind us.
"It's a nice day."
"It's hot," Tiffany said.
"Have you noticed that Hayley and Giselle are spending a lot of time 
together lately?"
The two of them looked at each other in disbelief and then burst out 
laughing.
"You've only just figured this out?" Marianne asked.
"I guess I haven't been paying attention."
They laughed again, and Marianne grinned at me.
"I ran into Giselle coming out of Hayley's bedroom one morning about 
two weeks ago," she said.  "I pretty much knew after that.  So yeah, 
they're an item now."
"Like you two."
Another exchange of sly looks, then another laugh.
We stayed around the pool for a while.  Hayley and Giselle returned not 
long afterward and joined us, and--now that I knew what was going on--I 
could see definite signs of attraction between the two of them.  Little 
giggles, shared looks, sparks in their eyes, although helping each 
other with the suntan lotion was a pretty big tip-off too.   
I felt like grilling some steaks for dinner.  While I was working in 
the kitchen, Hayley came inside and gave me a hug from behind.  She was 
still in poolside attire, which meant nothing but string bikini 
bottoms, and I could feel her naked breasts through the fabric of my 
shirt.
"Hey."
She giggled.
"Marianne said you only just figured out what Giselle and I have been 
up to."
"I saw you by the waterfall this afternoon, by accident.  Britney and I 
were taking a walk."
"We've been going out there a lot."
"I noticed.  Just didn't make the connection until today."
"You're okay with it?"
"Yes.  This is the Kitten Ranch.  Goes with the territory, I think."
"I still love you just as much."
"I know.  Don't sweat it."
She lifted up on her tiptoes and kissed me.
"Thanks."
After dinner, I sat out by the pool smoking a cigar.  It was a bad 
habit I had been indulging more often now that I had the leisure time 
to do it, though the girls unanimously refused to let me smoke them 
inside.  
I heard one of the French doors open, and I turned to see Elizabeth 
coming out of the house.  She took the chair next to me and leaned 
back, looking up at the stars.
"Nice night."
"Yep."
She reached for the cigar, and, a little surprised, I passed it to her.  
She took a small drag and passed it back.
"I wouldn't have pegged you as a cigar smoker," I said.
"My uncle smoked them.  I've always liked the smell."
I offered her the snifter of Hennessey XO I was drinking, and she took 
a sip.
"How's summer school?"
"Going well.  I should get my degree next spring."
"Still thinking of law school?"
"I'm taking the LSAT in October."
"Good luck."
"Thanks.  I wouldn't be here if it weren't for you."
I laughed softly.
"Don't give me the credit.  You're the one doing the work."
"But I couldn't be doing the work without your help with the girls."
"I don't mind it."
We were quiet for a few minutes, passing the cigar back and forth.
"You know," she said after a while, "we've never much talked about high 
school.  We just had that one shocking revelation at lunch that day.  
Since then, we've kind of ignored the issue."
My heart beat faster, and I had to steady myself for a moment.
"Water under the bridge," I lied.
"You think?"
"It all happened a long time ago."
She smiled at me.
"I won't pretend that I thought about you much in the intervening 
years, if at all.  But I've thought about it a lot this year."
"What have you thought?"
"How come you never got married?"
"Never met the right girl.  Came close a couple of times, but it just 
didn't happen."
She looked into my eyes for a few seconds, then glanced down at the 
cement.
"Then you meet my daughter, and less than a year later, the two of you 
are already talking marriage.  You must know that that makes me wonder 
about a few things."
I swallowed hard.
"It's not because I really want to marry you."
"I know that.  I know it's Marianne you love.  But you understand what 
I'm saying?"
I did, but it still took me a few seconds to say so.
"Yeah."
She sat up, taking a deep breath.
"Could you come out to the house for a second?"
"What for?"
She smiled.
"Don't panic.  I just want to show you something."
"Okay."
She stood, and I followed her out across the backyard.  The guesthouse 
was fairly modest, probably about 1500 square feet, one-story, and just 
two bedrooms, a den, and a kitchen.  It was furnished in the same ranch 
style as the main house, though Elizabeth had put her own spin on it, 
giving it somewhat more of a Southwestern flavor.  She had hung several 
Navajo blankets and sand paintings on the walls and (with my blessing) 
replaced the carpet with sandstone tile throughout the house.
She let me in and stepped toward the bedroom.
"Have a seat.  I'll be right back."
I sat on the couch, wondering what was going on.  I got my answer in 
about five minutes.
Deja vu was far too weak a description for what I felt when Elizabeth 
finally walked out of the back.  I felt as if someone had slugged me in 
the stomach, knocking me clear back to 1974.  In a split-second, I went 
from forty-two to seventeen, and believe me, it was not a pleasant 
experience.
She smiled at me warmly.
"I don't know what surprised me more, that I actually found this thing 
when I moved up here or that it actually still fits."
I gasped for breath, unable to answer her.  It did fit, by the way.  
Her All Saints cheerleading outfit, I mean.
The polyester was a little faded, and the creases from twenty-five 
years of storage would probably never come out, but Elizabeth Mulcahey 
was gone.  Before me stood Beth Dunbar.  She had even ironed her hair 
the way she always had in high school.
She took a few steps toward me.
"Are you all right?"
I gulped.
"Are you?"
She laughed softly.
"You think I've lost my mind, don't you?"
"I don't know."
She smiled at me wearily for a few seconds.
"Steve, I'm not stupid.  I see the way you look at me now and then, 
however much I try to stay out of the way.  I can still see some of the 
same things in your eyes that I saw twenty-five years ago, and I don't 
want that.  I don't want to be in bed with you, in your head, when 
you're with Marianne.  Both of you deserve more than that.  I don't 
want to be your adolescent obsession anymore.  You need to get this out 
of your system, and I don't see any other way to do it.  You need to 
see that there isn't as much here for you as you might think."
I realized what she was really saying.
"You're talking about . . ."  But I couldn't say it.
She nodded.
"Yes.  Just for tonight, but yes."
"I thought you had . . . come out, I mean.  As a lesbian."
"I have.  But you know I've had sex with men.  It's not a repulsive 
experience for me; it's just not how I want to live my life.  If you're 
worried about that, don't be.  I'm sure I'll enjoy it.  And I'm 
offering this out of more than just frustration.  I really have been 
trying to articulate my gratitude to you for a long time, but I've just 
not been able to do it in a way that would do justice to all you've 
done for me and the girls.  I'm not good enough with words.  I just 
want you to think of where we would be without you.  I might be on 
welfare right now.  Marianne would have no chance of going to college.  
God knows what Hayley would have done.  Instead we all have a bright 
future ahead of us, and it's largely due to you."
"You don't have to do this."
"I know.  And believe me, I don't mean what I just said as a cliche, 
man saves woman, woman pays him back with sex.  I think that really 
demeans everyone involved.  You and I are not teenagers anymore.  We 
know, I think, that one little roll in the hay isn't worth all that 
much in the great scheme of things."
"No."
"I'm making this offer because I know it does mean something to you, 
because I think you do need it on some level.  Maybe I still feel a 
little guilty about what happened between us all those years ago.  I 
know you wanted this back then."
I managed a weak laugh.
"More than you could ever imagine." 
"So . . . what do you say?"
I closed my eyes.  Seventeen-year-old Steve had passed out with shock, 
but I could still feel the tidal pull of what I had gone through back 
then.  Dear God, how many times had I masturbated thinking about this 
moment, even years afterward when I was in college?  For so many years, 
Beth Dunbar had occupied that Holiest of Holies in my fantasies, the 
unattainable goddess.  And here she finally was, ready to surrender to 
me.
I let out a long, tired sigh.
"I'm sorry.  You don't know what this means to me.  I just can't do it 
to Marianne.  Or to Hayley."
I wasn't sure what her reaction would be, but when I finally mustered 
up the courage to open my eyes, Elizabeth was smiling.
"No, Steve.  You need to do it *because* of them.  I think you know 
that, but you can't admit it to yourself because it would mean you've 
been holding on to something else all this time you've been with them."
"It would kill them if they knew."
"And they never will.  No one ever will.  I'll take it to my grave.  I 
could never hurt them like that."
She stepped up to me slowly and reached for my hand.  It rose of its 
own accord, and she helped me to my feet.  I followed her, dazed, back 
to the bedroom, where she had already turned down the bed.  I was 
shaking by the time we reached it, and she put her hand on my cheek.  
She caressed me tenderly, reaching up to play with the hair behind my 
ear.  Then she leaned in, pressing her lips against mine, and I was 
finally kissing her after all those years of wanting.
I don't mean to make it sound as if I suddenly became seventeen again.  
I didn't have the body or the exuberance that I did in those days, but 
neither did she.  She undressed me slowly, running her fingers though 
my chest hair.  I couldn't bring myself to touch her breasts, even over 
the polyester of her uniform, for several minutes, but when I did, she 
felt much like her daughters.
She removed my pants, leaving me naked, and dropped slowly to her 
knees.  She took me into her mouth.  I gasped at the feel of it, 
looking down in stunned amazement as she sucked on me gently.   A 
giggle rose in my throat, though I managed to suppress it.  Beth Dunbar 
is sucking my cock, I thought.  How many times had I fantasized about 
this?
Except--she wasn't as good as Marianne, or even Hayley, though it was 
still enjoyable.  I couldn't put a finger on why, but there it was.
I held her head in my hands as she bobbed up and down slowly.  I tried 
to picture myself at seventeen, experiencing this back then, but it 
didn't quite work.  Another face kept forcing itself into my mind.
Elizabeth stopped and rose to her feet.  She took the hem of her top in 
her hands and smiled.
"On or off?"
"On."
She laughed softly.
"Good.  I'm not sure you'd enjoy seeing me topless, not after 
Marianne."
"I'm sure you're just as beautiful."
"Maybe.  Just not as firm."
She pulled me to the bed and lay back, spreading her legs.  I lay 
beside her, running a hand up her thigh.  She was being uncharitable to 
herself--she was still in good shape, never mind her age.  I reached 
the hem of her skirt, discovering that she had nothing under it.  
Her pubic hair was shaved, and she smiled when my eyebrows rose.
"It's a lesbian thing too.  I've been doing it for years.  And I'm not 
as blonde down there as I used to be, so I prefer it this way."
She reached for me, and I moved between her thighs.  She guided me into 
her, and though she was somewhat dry at first, she lubricated quickly.  
I bottomed out, moaning softly as she laid her hands on my waist.
"Don't worry about me," she said.  "This is for you."
I began to move in her slowly, looking down at the forty-one-year-old 
cheerleader under me.  I thought of Beth Dunbar, and all the years I 
had dreamed of this moment, all the times I had masturbated wanting 
her.  I kept trying to tell myself that this was living up to the 
fantasies, but the lie of that was so bald-faced that I started 
laughing.
Elizabeth laughed with me.
"What's funny?"
"I'm thinking of Carl Prendergast."  
He had been her boyfriend in high school, a linebacker on the football 
team.  She laughed again, and it felt good around me.
"Do you know what happened to him?" she asked.
"No."
"He went to work for his father's company for about six months after 
graduation, then joined the Marines.  He didn't even make it through 
Boot Camp.  The last time I saw him, and my God, this must have been 
twenty years ago, he was stocking at that hardware store on Canal 
Street."
We laughed again together, and I leaned back away from her.
"Take that thing off.  This is silly."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
I withdrew from her for a moment, and she sat up, pulling the uniform 
over her head.  Her big breasts rolled around on her chest, and if they 
were no longer as hard and firm as her daughters' were, they were still 
quite beautiful.
We recoupled, and I lay against her naked body.  She slid her arms 
around my back, and we began moving again.  She remained largely still 
under me, only rolling her hips slowly with my thrusts.  But her 
breathing began to accelerate, and she hugged me close at one moment.  
As I grew closer to orgasm, she moved faster, trying to meet me halfway 
each time.  I knew she wanted me to be selfish, but I couldn't stop 
myself from trying to carry her along.  Her nails dug into my lower 
back, and a little whimper escaped her lips.  I grunted, driving 
faster, and she responded instantly, humping herself against me.  
Finally, I let out a groan, losing control at last, but when I began to 
convulse in orgasm, I felt her shuddering under me, squeezing my back 
tightly.  My cum raced out of me in sweetly painful spurts.  Her hands 
opened and closed rapidly at the small of my back, and I felt the 
tremors of her climax around my erection.
As I drifted down from my release, Elizabeth exhaled slowly, relaxing 
under me.  I rolled off of her, staring blankly up at the ceiling.  I 
felt--empty was the word, not empty of emotion, but of something else I 
had carried around for a long time.
"Thank you."
Elizabeth laughed softly.
"Thank you."  She reached for my hand and squeezed it.  "It's been 
about three years since I made love with a man.  Charles and I stopped 
sleeping together several years before we got divorced.  I don't know 
that anything would be enough to make me go back to men, but . . . that 
was nicer than anything I had with him for a long time."
The smell of my semen in the air suddenly made me think of something 
else.
"I feel like a teenager in more ways than one.  I didn't to ask if you-
-"
"I have my diaphragm in.  It hasn't gotten much use lately, but I still 
had it.  I didn't expect you to think of that.  I knew you would be in 
too much shock.  It's all right."
"Okay."
She rolled over and kissed me tenderly on the cheek.
"Go to bed.  I'm going to burn that uniform when you're gone.  I have 
no use for it anymore."
I laughed.
"Good."
I walked back to the main house in a daze.  When I reached the gate 
into the backyard, a dark form emerged from a corner of the patio, 
moving toward me.  The patio light was off, and I couldn't tell who it 
was as he approached, but I could tell immediately that something was 
very wrong, for this person was extending their arm toward me, and in 
his hand was a gun.
"Freeze, man.  Don't fucking move."
Then he stepped into the light streaming out from the den, and I 
finally recognized him.
"Randy."
He laughed.
"Yeah, man.  You're fucked now, you got that?  Your ass is mine."
* * *
Sorry for the long delay, but I was out of town for Thanksgiving.  This 
is technically the "last chapter" of CGC, but there will be an Epilogue 
posted on Wednesday.  See you then!
Ch. 42 Codes: Mf, teen, nosex, viol
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Randy and I stared at each other for a few seconds.  The look of 
desperation in his eyes frightened me a lot more than his gun.  
For a moment, I considered trying to wrestle him for it, to stop him 
before he got into the house and did something I didn't want to think 
about.  But if I liked to think I was in good shape for forty-one, I 
wasn't eighteen anymore either.  Randy was about my height, but he had 
a good twenty pounds of linebacker muscle on me.  Plus the gun.  And I 
could tell from the way he glared at me that he was just itching for an 
excuse to use it.
 He waved it toward the house.
"Get in there.  Go."
I obeyed reluctantly, not taking my eyes off him.  When we reached the 
doors to the den, I saw Tiffany and Giselle watching some movie on the 
big-screen TV.  They looked over when I came in, and a second later 
they both shrieked in surprise.  Tiffany jumped to her feet, putting 
her hands over her mouth.
"Shut up!" Randy growled.  He pointed the gun back at me.  "Get over 
there.  Stand with them."
I backed away from him, and both girls huddled behind me, clutching my 
arms in terror.  Randy glanced around, obviously looking for Marianne 
and Hayley.
"Where are the rest of them?  I know they're in here.  I've been 
watching."
"Upstairs," Tiffany squeaked.
"Go get them."
Tiffany let out a quiet cry of fright and didn't move.
"I'll go," I said.
"No.  You keep your fucking ass right there.  She's going.  And if she 
does anything funny, I'll blow your brains out, you got that?  Both of 
you."
I pried Tiffany's hand from my arm.
"Just go.  It will be all right."
She whimpered, backing away from us.  Randy shook the gun at her.
"Go!"
She scampered out of the room toward the stairs.
"Randy," I said as levelly as I could, "whatever you have in mind here, 
this isn't a solution."
"Shut up!  I'm not here to listen to your shit.  You're here to listen 
to me."
"All right.  Say what you want to say, then."
"I will.  When you're all down here."
I fought to still my pounding heart, wondering whether he knew about 
Elizabeth and Tony.  He wasn't acting like he did, or at least he 
wasn't acting as if he were worried about them.  But we were too far 
away from the other houses for them to hear anything, unless Randy 
started shooting--by which point it would probably be too late.
Tony generally went to bed early, and I had a feeling that Elizabeth 
had gone to bed herself after what we had just done.  She had no reason 
to come to the main house tonight.  Which meant we were probably stuck.
There were no weapons in the house beyond kitchen knives.  I had never 
been much for guns--and this experience was not altering my aversion to 
them--but I wondered now if maybe there was something to all that "home 
defense" propaganda the NRA liked to trumpet.  Too late now, in any 
case.
I heard the other girls coming down the stairs, Marianne saying 
something like "what the hell is going on?" and then they came down the 
hallway into the den.  
Marianne saw Randy first and let out a shriek of horror.  Hayley looked 
as if she had just been introduced to Satan himself.  All three of them 
ran behind me.
"Okay," I said.  "We're here.  Say what you have to say."
His face twisted into a mask of pure hatred, and he pointed the gun 
directly at my face.
"Just shut the fuck up!  Stop acting like you're so much better than 
me!"
My knees weakened, and it took me a moment to regain control of myself.  
The girls whimpered, and the hands on my arm tightened.
"I'm not saying that, Randy."
"So you've got a shitload of money.   That doesn't make you better than 
me!"
"No, it doesn't."
"You bought your way out of jail.  You and all of them got up there in 
court and lied your fucking asses off.  Now I'm the one they're after."
"You were lying too, Randy," Marianne said.
"Not about what really mattered!  He's been fucking all of you!  I know 
it!  He belongs in jail, not me!"
"The judge said he was innocent."
"Because you fucking lied!  I care more about your sister than you do."
Hayley suddenly pushed her way past me.
"Oh, fuck you!  Fuck you!  You try to rape me, and then you tell me you 
care about me?  Fuck you!"
Randy's resolve wavered for a moment.  I grabbed Hayley's arm, trying 
to pull her back, but she struggled against my grip.
"I wasn't going to rape you," Randy muttered.
"Oh, right!  What the fuck were you going to do, then?"
I finally succeeded in pulling Hayley back, but I hadn't been paying 
attention to Marianne, who had now stepped up beside me.
"You tried to rape my sister?" she snarled.
Randy stepped back a foot or two.
"It wasn't like that."
She looked at Hayley, who was still panting against her agitation.
"He did.  Back in April.  I didn't tell anyone because I was afraid of 
what would happen."
Marianne stepped toward Randy, all fear replaced by loathing.  I 
grabbed her arm to stop her, but she jerked her wrist out of my hand.  
Now Randy swung the gun around at her.
"Get back.  Stay where you are."
Marianne stopped, still glaring at him.
"You'd better shoot me then, because otherwise you're dead."
I grabbed at her arm again, and this time I was able to pull her back 
to us.
"Randy, you're only making things worse here.  If you leave, I promise 
I will not call the police."
"Oh, fuck that!" Marianne yelled. "He's going down!  Not after what he 
did to Hayley."
Randy's agitation had reached epic proportions now, and he swung the 
gun back and forth over us.
"Shut up!  All of you, shut up!"
"Randy, please try to calm down," I said.  "Tell me what you want here.  
We can still get out of this without anyone getting hurt."
His breath whistled through his nostrils for a few seconds, and he 
leveled the gun at me.
"You don't even know what you did to me, do you?  You took away the 
only girl I ever loved just so you could have someone to fuck!"
Marianne scoffed at him.
"Oh, God!  Not this shit again!"
I inhaled slowly.
"Randy, I want to tell you something, a little story."
"No!  I'm not listening to you."
"It might help you understand."
He breathed hard for a moment or two but said nothing.
"When I was your age, I fell in love with a beautiful cheerleader like 
Marianne.  I was nuts about her.  I thought everything in my life would 
be perfect if only I had her.  But I never even got as far as you did.  
I never even got to date her.  She toyed with my emotions for a couple 
of months before getting the football team to beat me up.  And you know 
what I did?  Nothing.  I hated her for a while, but eventually I put it 
behind me.  I let it go.  I went on with my life.  I didn't hold onto 
what had happened until I destroyed myself."
I paused to catch my breath.
"Randy, you still have a chance to do that.  You can leave, now, and 
nothing will happen."
He stared hard at me for a few seconds, and for a moment I thought I 
had gotten through to him.  Then the rage flew back into his face, and 
he shook the gun at me.
"No!  I don't fucking care what you did!  You don't understand a 
fucking thing!"
He glanced around the room in agitation and continued.
"You're going to give me all your money.  Whatever you have to do, sign 
it over, write me a check or whatever.  I want all your money, then I 
want you to get out.  I'm taking all this.  It's mine now."
Marianne laughed in disbelief.
"You're fucking nuts."
"Randy, I don't know what you want me to do here.  Most of my money is 
tied up in the stock market.  I can't just sign it over to you."
"Yes, you can!  You can go online or something, to e*trade.  You can do 
it now."
"It's ten-thirty at night.  All the markets are closed.  Nothing will 
happen until tomorrow morning."
"So write me a check then.  Sign some kind of paper that says 
everything is mine."
"And then what?  Something like that, signed under duress, would not be 
valid.  As soon as I left, I could call the police."
"No, you won't.  'Cause I'll kill all of them if you do."
"You have to sleep some time, Randy," Marianne said.  "You can't watch 
all four of us twenty-four/seven."
"Shut up!  Just do it!  I don't care what you say!  Just do it!"
"How about this?  I can write you a check for twenty thousand dollars.  
That's about all I have liquid right now.  It would be good.  But you 
have to let the girls go first."
"No!  I'm giving the fucking orders here!  I want everything."
He waved his gun around the den and the kitchen.
"Go to your office.  Get some paper and a pen.  Now!  If you do 
anything funny like call the police, I'll start shooting."
I pried myself free from the girls and walked up the hall to my office.  
I pulled a few sheets of paper out of the printer and returned to the 
den.  Randy gestured toward the coffee table with the gun.
"Now sit down and write what I tell you to write."
I sat at the couch and set the paper in front of me.
"'I, Steve Chandler,'" he began, "'hereby give everything I own to 
Randy Donahue.  All my money, my house, and my cars.'"
I started to write, and Marianne squeaked in concern.
"Steve, no!  Don't do it!"
"It's not going to be enforceable," I said.
"Yes it fucking will!" Randy shouted. "Just do it!"
I wrote what he said to write, then looked up at him again.
"'Everything I own now belongs to him because of all the bad stuff I've 
done to him.  I'm not doing this under duress and this is 
enforceable.'"
I wrote it all down dutifully.
"Now sign it."
I did, and he rushed over and picked it up, laughing giddily.
"There.  Now get out.  This is my house now!"
"Sorry, kid, it's not."
All of us jumped in surprise.  I spun around, looking behind me.  
There, in the back doorway, stood Tony, pointing a hunting rifle 
directly at Randy's head.  None of us had seen him or even heard him 
come in.
"I'm going to count to three," he said calmly, "and when I do, that gun 
is going to hit the floor.  The only option you have is whether your 
brains hit the wall behind you in the process."
Randy was frozen to his spot on the floor, unmoving.  But his face 
began to twist in grief.
"No!  You drop it!  Drop it or I'll shoot them!"
"One."
Randy panted in agitation, starting to cry.
"Two."
"Go ahead and shoot me," he bawled.  "I've got nothing to live for now.  
I lost my scholarship because they all lied in court.  The only girl I 
ever loved hates my guts now.  I don't fucking care!"
Tony took a slow breath.
"You think you've got it bad because some girl dumped you?  Because you 
might be facing a perjury charge that, at worst, will get you 
probation?  Because you might have to pay for your college education?"
He laughed weakly.
"Son, you want bad, try wiping your best friend's brains off your face 
because your squad walked into a VC ambush.  Try living with that for 
thirty years.  Try visiting a monument that does nothing but tell you 
how many of your friends died for nothing.  A monument that's just a 
pretty slab of granite to most people." 
He shook his head.
"You're pathetic.  You're not even worth wasting a bullet on."
Randy began to sob, and the gun slipped unnoticed from his fingers, 
clattering to the floor.  Tony motioned to me, and I stepped up 
carefully toward it.  Randy ignored me as I picked it up.
"Marianne, go call 911," Tony said.  "Tell them we have the situation 
under control, but they need to get out here pronto."
Marianne darted toward the kitchen and grabbed the phone.  She dialed 
the numbers rapidly and then gushed into the receiver when the operator 
answered.
Randy dropped to the floor, sitting cross-legged and putting his face 
into his hands, sobbing uncontrollably.  The other three girls backed 
away from him and came over to me.  I hugged all of them tightly.  
Marianne returned to us, then tried to hug Tony.  He let her, though he 
kept his gaze on Randy.
"Thank you," she sobbed.
"How did you know?" I asked.  "Did you see something?"
"Nope.  I was out cold, asleep, but I woke up realizing something was 
wrong.  Just a feeling I got.  So I grabbed my gun and came up here to 
see what was going on."
I blinked in disbelief.
"You must be psychic."
He laughed softly.
"Some other time.  I'll explain it."
We heard sirens approaching, and I sent Marianne to the front door to 
let the police into the house.  They came rushing into the den a few 
moments later.  Tony set his gun down and let them take over.
The officers rapidly handcuffed Randy and took him outside.  The rest 
of us sat on the couch to try to catch our breath.  Then Marianne 
suddenly shot to her feet, looking out the back window.
"Oh, my God!  Mom!"
I turned to see Elizabeth coming across the backyard in her robe.  
Marianne ran to let her inside, and we quickly filled her in on what 
had happened.
Another car with a pair of detectives arrived a bit later, and they 
spent about half an hour questioning us and inspecting the house.  The 
information about Randy's attempted rape of Hayley drew almost as much 
interest as his home invasion.  Hayley at first insisted she didn't 
want to press charges, but Marianne and Elizabeth talked her out of it.  
It would mean another round in court, but after tonight, the girls were 
adamant about getting Randy out of their lives for good. 
First thing the next morning, I called a local alarm company about 
installing a security system.  I didn't know what other threats we 
might be facing with Randy in jail, but I was not about to take any 
more chances.  I considered buying a gun, but decided against it.  It 
wouldn't have much helped that night away, since Randy had surprised 
all of us.
Things did not go back to normal right away.  Everyone was jumpy for 
quite a while, especially at night.  No one wanted to sleep alone at 
first, and a fair amount of "musical beds" went on for a week or two.  
One afternoon, about two weeks later, I came down to the den and saw 
Marianne sitting out by the pool, dressed in street clothes but sitting 
on one of the lounge chairs with her knees pulled up to her chest.
I opened the back door and went out sit next to her.
"How you doing, Kitten?"
She turned slowly to look at me.
"Baby, tell me something."
"Anything."
"That story you told Randy that night, about the cheerleader.  Was that 
true?"
My stomach churned for a moment in shock.
"Yes."
"Who was she?"
I lost my breath for a second, struggling for something to tell her.  
But I couldn't make myself lie--and something I saw in her eyes told me 
she suspected the truth anyway.
"Your mother."
Her eyes closed slowly, and her head turned back toward the pool.
"I thought so.  It didn't occur to me until this morning.  Mom told me 
a story like that once, how she had done something like that.  It was 
when I was first starting cheerleading, and she was trying to, I guess, 
convince me not to be a bitch about it.  I had completely forgotten 
about it until a few days ago."
She took a ragged breath.
"But I knew you guys must have known each other back then.  I knew last 
Christmas, when we were helping Mom move out.  I found a box of her 
high school junk in the attic, her old cheerleading uniform and her 
yearbooks.  And I realized that the name and the colors and the logo 
were same as what I had seen that night at the reunion you took me too.  
And I found your picture in the yearbook."
With God as my witness, I had no idea what to say to her.
"I wondered if you two even knew about it, if you just hadn't 
recognized each other.  I almost mentioned it.  But then I realized 
that if you did know, you must have had some reason for not telling me, 
me and Hayley.  And now I think I know what it was."
"Yes," I gasped.
She looked back at me now, and she stared as hard at me as I had ever 
seen her do.
"Did you know who my mom was when we first met?"
"No.  I didn't.  I didn't realize it until after you told her about us.  
We finally recognized each other when I went to lunch with her that 
day, when we made peace over you and Hayley.  I told her that story as 
a means of explaining part of why I was attracted to you."
As soon as that last sentence was out of my mouth, I wanted to snatch 
it away, to kill it, to do anything to get it back.  But it was too 
late.
Marianne's face began to melt, and her eyes filled with tears.  Then 
she began to sob in front of me.  She put her hands in her face and 
shrunk in on herself.
I tried to put my arms around her, but she pushed me away.  She sat 
there sobbing quietly, rocking back and forth, as I struggled for some 
way to undo this blunder.  But somehow, everything I thought of seemed 
pathetically inadequate.
Finally she lifted her head, gasping for breath.
"Go away.  Just go away.  I need to be alone right now."
"I'm sorry."
She turned away from me, and I trudged wearily up to the master 
bedroom.  I lay on the bed wondering what I had just done.
When I gathered the courage to go out on the deck a while later and 
look for her, she was gone.  I went downstairs, looking for the other 
girls.  Giselle was watching television; Tiffany was listening to music 
in her room.  But I couldn't find Hayley.
In a panic, I went outside looking for her.  I found her in the barn 
brushing down Belle.
"Hi."
"Hey.  Have you seen Marianne?"
"I saw her walking around the pasture a while ago.  Why?  Is something 
wrong?"
"No.  I was just curious."
I walked around the back of the property, around toward the waterfall, 
thinking she might be hiding there again.  But I found nothing.
I considered whether to tell Elizabeth about this, though I wasn't sure 
what that would accomplish.  I had a feeling that Marianne was just as 
upset at her right now, or least close to it.  So after fidgeting 
around the backyard for a few minutes, I went back inside.
I lay in bed for a long time staring at the ceiling.  If Marianne left, 
the rest of them would probably go with her.  They would have no reason 
to stay.  I would be alone at the Kittenless Ranch with nothing but my 
money.  Fitting, I thought, since it had been instrumental in bringing 
a lot of this about.
"Did you find Marianne?"
I looked over to see Hayley standing in the doorway in her riding 
clothes.  The thought of losing her sent a stab through my gut.
"No."
"I haven't see her.  She might have gone out somewhere."
"I don't know."
She came over and flopped onto the bed beside me.
"What's up?  You don't look so good."
"I'm feeling a little under the weather."
For a moment, I almost told her everything.  She deserved to know, from 
one perspective--but I couldn't make myself do it, couldn't make her as 
upset as Marianne was.  Her forehead creased as she looked at me.
"What?"
"Nothing.  I love you."
She smiled.
"I love you too."
It was ironic, I thought, that what had happened with Beth Dunbar was 
causing all this trouble.  Because as I looked up at Hayley, I realized 
that for the first time in twenty-five years, Beth Dunbar was gone from 
my mind.  In her place was this beautiful girl, her and her sister.
 
She sat back on her feet.
"I'll let you get some rest.  I hope you feel better."
"Thanks."
I don't know how much longer I lay there spacing out, trying to deny 
that anything had happened.  I didn't come back to earth until I heard 
the knocking on the bedroom door.
I looked up.  Tony was standing there, looking concerned.  I was less 
surprised at his concern than the fact that he was up here at all, 
since he almost never came in the house.
"Hey."
"I, um, I've been talking to Marianne.  She wants you to come out to 
the cottage."
My head spun for a moment.  Of all the people I expected her to go to, 
Tony would not have topped the list.
I sat up.
"What did she say?"
He shrugged.
"Enough.  Come on."
I followed him downstairs and out to the back pasture.  His cottage was 
about thirty yards behind the barn, and I saw Marianne sitting in a 
chair around the side, where he had some patio furniture set up.
He stopped as we reached the barn and patted me on the shoulder.
"Go on.  I'll stay here.  I've got some stuff to do anyway."
I approached slowly, too emotionally drained at this point to feel 
nervous, even if I was.  Marianne looked up, eyes red and puffy, 
without saying anything, and I took one of the chairs in front of her.
"Hi," she said wearily.
I managed a weak smile.
"I'm not sure what to tell you."
She nodded.
"There isn't anything to say, really.  I've been talking with Tony.  I 
guess he's helped me a little with that perspective we've talked 
about."
"Okay."
"It just freaked me out, you know, to know you once wanted to boink my 
mother.  How did you expect me to react to that?"
"It was a long time ago."
"I know.  And what Tony explained to me, I guess, is that everyone is a 
bundle of experiences, that all sorts of things can mold the person you 
are, lots of things you have no control over.  And that I can't blame 
you for something that happened before I was even born."
She paused.
"But what I have to know . . . is that you are here for me.  Not 
because you wanted something from Mom and couldn't get it."
"What do you think?"
"Part of me hates even thinking about it.  And I remember that you 
didn't exactly jump at the idea of having her move in with us.  And 
that you guys have been totally normal the whole time we've been up 
here.  So I guess I do know that, sort of.  I just need to hear you say 
it."
I leaned forward, taking her face in my hands.  I brushed the hair back 
from her forehead and stared into her eyes.  I wasn't going to say this 
just to say it.  I had to know I meant it, that it was the truth.  So I 
gave myself a moment to reflect on it, to dig deep down to the bowels 
of those adolescent memories.  And when I reached for it, tried to 
grasp that lead weight that had lain in the pit of my mind for so many 
years, all I caught was mist.  And that was when I knew--whatever the 
unmentionable reasons for it were--that it was finally over.
"I am here for you.  Not your mother.  I don't love her, and I never 
did.  No more than Randy ever loved you.  It was nothing but a teenage 
infatuation.  I didn't really know her back then.  The Beth Dunbar I 
thought I loved didn't really exist.  I know that now.  Whatever was 
there is gone."
She smiled tenderly at me for a second or two, then hugged me, climbing 
into my lap and holding me tightly.  We held each other for a long 
time, rocking back and forth.  I opened my eyes and looked over her 
shoulder, seeing Tony waiting by the barn.  He gave me a thumbs up and 
turned back to his work.
"Why did you come to Tony?"
She released her grip on my neck and looked down at me.
"Well, I couldn't talk to Mom about it, could I?  I didn't want to dump 
it on Hayley.  And I don't think Tiffany and Giselle could deal with 
something like this.  But I'm glad I did.  He really seems to 
understand things.  It's like he could look into my heart and show me 
the stuff I needed to really think about."
"I'm glad.  Come on.  Let's go back to the house."
We went up to the master bedroom and lay down together.  I was so 
drained by what had happened that I dozed off with her beside me.  When 
I woke up, it was almost seven o'clock.  Across the room, I saw 
Marianne sitting in front of her computer with Hayley beside her.
"What are you doing?"
They turned around, smiling at me.
"I just posted the last chapter of our story," Marianne said.  "I think 
it's done now, don't you?"
I got off the bed and hugged them both from behind.
"All depends on your perspective.  Come here."
We crawled into bed, and I took them both in my arms.  They laid their 
heads on my chest, one on either side, smiling at me and each other.  
"I love you.  Both of you."
I kissed them.  Then I made love to them.  Afterward, we went out to 
the deck and lay in the hammock together watching the sun set over the 
Pacific Ocean.  We had come a long way to get here, but we had oh so 
much further yet to go.  College.  Marriage one day, or maybe just some 
joint domestic partnership, however we worked it out.  Kids, perhaps.  
So many possibilities.
All that was for the future, though.  For now, we had each other.
And that was enough.
* * *
I know that none of you will like this, but this chapter represents the 
conclusion to Call Girl Cheerleaders.  (A happy ending?  A sappy 
ending?  Read on and see.)  Many thanks to Uncle Draggi, who helped me 
immensely with the format of this chapter.  More thoughts and comments 
at the very end.
Epilogue Codes: Mf, teen, nosex
Call Girl Cheerleaders
(C)opyright 1999 by Richard Bissell
EPILOGUE
Brian straightened my tie and shook his head.
"I still can't believe you're doing this."
"Me neither."
I could see the guests waiting in the back pasture, more of them than I 
might have once expected given what we were about to do.  Most of them 
were friends of Elizabeth's or the girls, including a few friends of 
Hayley's from her high school.  Not too many friends of mine, which 
hadn't surprised me; this was just too unorthodox an undertaking for 
the stock traders and investment bankers I knew.  But a few of them had 
come up anyway and wished us well.
"For what it's worth, though, I think you're doing the right thing."
"Thanks."
"I can't say I know anyone else who got married by their gardener."
I laughed.
"He's a lot more than that."
I had discovered, not long after the home invasion and the Beth Dunbar 
issue, that in addition to being an able caretaker and ex-Green Beret, 
Tony was also a Wiccan priest, having gravitated to it during his 
tenure in the commune.  He suggested the form of this ceremony when we 
began discussing it, and the girls had wholeheartedly embraced the 
idea.
A few seconds later, he came through the back door into the den.
"I think we're ready to go."
"You've got everything you need?"
He laughed and slapped my shoulder.
"Yes.  Relax."
The three of us stepped out into the back yard, Tony in front, Brian 
and me a step behind.  Brian and I wore simple summer suits, while Tony 
wore an embroidered white robe and carried a woven bag over his 
shoulder.  I carried only a bottle of red wine from a local winery.
We paused at the gate to the back pasture and turned back toward the 
house.  One by one, the women emerged from the door to the rear wing.
Elizabeth appeared first, followed by Marianne, Hayley, Giselle, and 
Tiffany.  All of them wore plain white cotton dresses, with garlands of 
flowers in their hair and shawls over their shoulders.  Each of the 
younger women carried one fourth of a loaf of bread they had baked 
together.
Tiffany had wanted to do this nude, but we had talked her out of it--
that would simply have been too much, though the idea had intrigued me.  
The only unusual element of her attire was a long gold chain that ran 
from under her dress to Marianne's hand.  The two of them were joined 
together in that fashion instead of holding hands as Hayley and Giselle 
did.
I looked to the guests for any reactions to Tiffany's unusual 
accessory, and I saw a few eyebrows going up.  Only a few, though--this 
was Santa Cruz, after all, and most of the guests knew Marianne and 
Tiffany well enough to know what that chain was attached to, and what 
it meant.
I looked back at the procession of prospective brides, looking from one 
woman to the next, drinking in the radiant happiness that every one of 
them was exuding.  Marianne cried ever so subtly; Hayley seemed as 
nervous as she was happy.  Giselle and Tiffany just smiled at me.
With Tony leading the way, we crossed the back pasture through the 
thirty or forty guests, who fell in behind us.  He led us back through 
trees and up to the pool at the base of the waterfall.  I had suggested 
using the backyard, but he insisted that this was a better spot 
"spiritually," since it allowed us to bring together all four basic 
elements: air, earth, water, and fire.  The girls were smitten with the 
whole idea of this ceremony, so whatever he wanted to do, they went 
happily along with.
Tony stopped in front of a large boulder at the edge of the pool and 
began his preparations.  The guest circled around the pond as best they 
could.  Tiffany's parents were here along with her younger sister (they 
had proved to be far more open-minded than I might have expected), but 
Giselle's were not.  Her brother Phillip *was* here, however, having 
gone through a similar confrontation and break from their father over 
both Giselle's lifestyle and his non-future in football.
Tony drew several small fetish items from his bag and arranged them 
carefully on top of the boulder.  Next came a silver incense burner, 
which he filled with incense and lit a moment later.  Then he drew a 
short wood-handled broom from his bag and set it beside the rock.  The 
last items were a silver goblet, a long woven cord, and the rings we 
would be using for the ceremony.  He set those on top of the boulder as 
well.
He motioned to Elizabeth.  She stepped forward, and when she stood in 
front of him, Tony touched her forehead and spoke aloud, his rich 
baritone carrying through the trees.
"Awake, Dear Lady Divine. Let your mind and awareness be with us 
through this vessel, your daughter."   He touched her eyelids and went 
on, "May you see as your daughter sees and may all be pleasing in your 
sight." Then her lips: "May you speak as your daughter speaks and may 
your words be full of wisdom for us all."  And her chest: "May your 
heart fill with joy and love as your daughter's heart beats with joy 
and love."  Finally, he took both her hands and said, "May you bestow 
Blessings on all you touch through these, your daughter's hands." 
When we told Elizabeth what we wanted to do, she had spent some time 
discussing it with Tony.  One thing he had mentioned to her was that, 
in recognition of the duality of nature, the ceremony was often 
performed by both a priest and a priestess.  He then suggested that she 
assume that role, and she had happily agreed.  The two of them had been 
working together on the form of the wedding for the last month.  
Elizabeth took the broom from beside the rock and began ceremoniously 
sweeping the air around Tony's altar.  When she was done, he produced a 
fistful of salt from his bag and poured it in a thin line on the 
ground, creating a circle about twelve feet across.  Elizabeth followed 
behind him, setting four candles around the circle, one for each 
cardinal direction.  When all four candles were lit, she stood and 
faced the five of us.  
"You who have come to this sacred place this day for joining one to 
another, approach." 
With Giselle in the lead, we walked completely around the circle.  She 
held Hayley's hand; Hayley held mine; I held Marianne's, and she held 
Tiffany's.  When we had completed the circuit, we stopped again in 
front of Elizabeth and Tony.
Elizabeth spoke first.
"You stand on the threshold of a great decision, one not to be made 
lightly or frivolously.  Are you certain this is what you wish to do?"
Then Tony spoke.
"You are about to take a step that will mark and bind you to each other 
forever--not just physically and emotionally, and not just for the heat 
of the moment.  It will tie your very souls and spirits together.  Are 
you certain this is what you wish to do?"
"I am," I said, and each of the four girls answered in turn.
"Shed the robes of your past," Elizabeth responded, "and enter of your 
own free will."  
The girls all dropped their shawls to the ground, and I removed my 
coat, tie, and Italian wing-tips, handing them all to Brian.  The 
others had initially objected to my wanting to do this wearing a suit, 
but Tony had explained that it actually fit this part of the ceremony.  
In recognition of our commitment, this step symbolized the abandonment 
of our old roles, which in my case was quite accurate.  I had left the 
conventional world behind in more ways than one.
With two girls on either side of me, holding hands, we stepped into the 
circle.  I handed the wine to Tony, and Elizabeth took the four pieces 
of bread from the girls.  Tony poured the wine into the silver goblet 
as Elizabeth set the bread around it.
When we first began seriously discussing the possibility of a five-way 
union, one of the biggest issues we had to resolve was that of the 
rings.  Although we meant for everyone to be equal, the emotional 
reality of it was that I was marrying Marianne and Hayley, and they 
were marrying Tiffany, and Giselle, respectively.  That meant we had to 
design the rings to respect that arrangement.  After a few days of 
random ideas, it was Hayley who came up with the solution.  I had come 
to see that she had the deepest creatively sentimental streak of anyone 
I had ever met, and her idea was about as close to perfect as I could 
have conceived.
What we had done was have a jeweler near the University custom-design 
ten interlocking rings.  Each of us designed two rings, one for each 
person we were marrying.  I would give mine to Marianne and Hayley, and 
they would give theirs to me, and to Tiffany and Giselle.  The twist 
was that the two rings I would give to them interlocked with the ones 
they got from the other two girls.  Tiffany and Giselle would likewise 
exchange rings to close the circle.
Tony took each of the rings and passed it through the smoke of the 
incense and the flame of the candle, dipped it into the wine and then 
the dish of salt, and then handed it to Elizabeth.  When he was done, 
she passed two of the rings to me.
Taking the first, I turned to Marianne.  I took her left hand and 
slipped the ring on her ring finger.  She looked up at me, trying not 
to cry.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, as a sign of my respect, as 
a sign of your place in my heart and my home." 
I turned to Hayley, taking her hand and slipping the other ring on her 
finger as the tears ran down her cheek.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, as a sign of my respect, as 
a sign of your place in my heart and my home." 
Elizabeth handed the next pair to Marianne.  She turned to me first, 
taking my hand and slipping the ring on my finger.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, as a sign of our bond, in 
hopes for the future and in recognition of all that we share."
She turned to Tiffany and repeated the vow.  Hayley was next, and she 
forced her ring onto my finger.  It slipped neatly together with the 
one already there, forming one ring with Marianne's.  The two rings 
were a pair of golden cats with sapphire eyes (kittens to the girls, 
though I had prevailed upon the jeweler to make them look more like 
panthers, not wanting the result to be too feminine), seeming to leap 
over one another, tails entwined.
Hayley took a deep breath and began her vows in a nervous, quavering 
voice.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, the first love I have 
known, in thanks for--" Her voice broke at this point, making guests 
laugh softly in sympathy.  She took another breath and finished the 
vow.  "In thanks everything you have done for me and given me, and in 
hopes I can be worthy of my place at your side."
Then she turned to Giselle, slipping her other ring on Giselle's 
finger.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, the first love I have 
known, in thanks for everything you have taught me and shown me, and in 
hopes I can be worthy of my place at your side."
Elizabeth handed the next pair to Tiffany, who turned first to 
Marianne.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, as a sign of everything we 
have shared, as a sign of your bond to my soul."
The ring Tiffany gave to Marianne had a tiny clip on the underside, and 
when she had slipped it onto Marianne's finger, she took the gold leash 
and attached it to the ring.  Then she turned to Giselle.
"I give you this ring as a sign of our love, as a sign of everything we 
share, as a sign of our bond in this family."
Finally it was Giselle's turn, and she slipped her ring on Hayley's 
finger.
"I give you this ring as a sign of my love, as a sign of everything we 
have shared, rejoicing in my place at your side and our fellowship in 
this family."
The last ring was for Tiffany, and Giselle placed it on her finger as 
she spoke the final vow.
"I give you this ring as a sign of our love, as a sign of everything we 
have shared, rejoicing in our fellowship in this family."
We joined hands and turned back to Tony and Elizabeth.  She took the 
braided cord from the altar and stepped forward.  The cord was nearly 
fifteen feet long, with seven separate colored cords (one for each of 
us, plus Tony and Elizabeth) braided together.  Only about nine feet 
was actually braided, and each cord continued for another five feet 
after the braid ended.
As Elizabeth held the braided portion, Tony took the green cord and 
very loosely tied my hands together.  Then he took the blue cord, 
Marianne's, and tied her hands in the same fashion.  He tied the red 
cord around Hayley's hands, the yellow around Tiffany's, and the brown 
around Giselle's.  Two cords remained, silver for Tony and white for 
Elizabeth.
Tony held the braided portion near the end as Elizabeth tied a slipknot 
into it.
"I tie the knot of Love," she said.  She tied another saying, "I tie 
the knot of Trust."  She followed that with Sharing, Understanding, 
Respect, and Devotion.  She passed the last knot through the last loop 
and pulled them all tight.
Still holding the end of the cord, Elizabeth and Tony held it towards 
the East, and the five of us turned with them as Tony spoke.
"We present to you, O Creatures of the Air, Steve and Marianne and 
Hayley and Tiffany and Giselle, who have handfasted and pledged 
themselves to each other as Partners in Family."
We repeated the presentation in each cardinal direction until we were 
again facing the altar.  Elizabeth removed the cord from each of our 
hands without untying it and coiled it slowly.  Then she presented it 
to us, handing it to Marianne in recognition of her place at the head 
of the household.
"Take this and keep it safe.  It is a reminder of your promises and 
commitments to each other. Remember also that you are each bound only 
so long as you wish to be.  If your single cord is untied, you are no 
longer bound to the rest."
Marianne took it reverently, glancing at the rest of us and trying to 
smile through her tears.
Now Tony took the wine and bread from the altar.  He broke a piece from 
the loaf and passed it to me with the wine.
"As you have chosen to be Partners, so will you provide for, share with 
and nourish each other in the future."
I dipped the bread in the wine and held it to Marianne's lips.  She 
took it and chewed slowly.  I handed the goblet to her as Tony handed 
her another chunk of bread.  She fed it to me, and one by one we 
repeated the ritual with the others until all of us had exchanged bread 
and wine.
Elizabeth now picked up the broom again and laid it on the ground along 
the back of the circle.  This was a symbol, Tony had explained, of many 
things: fertility, a sweeping clean (thus a fresh start), and domestic 
bliss.  Holding hands, the five of us stepped up to it and jumped over 
in unison.  Elizabeth and Tony followed, and the seven of us embraced 
as the guests applauded.
Still holding hands, we led everyone back to the pasture and into the 
backyard, where the caterers had set up the reception.  Everything spun 
together after that, so many handshakes and hugs and congratulations.  
I had to down a quick glass of scotch to calm my nerves, and that 
seemed to help.
Once everyone had gone through the receiving line, Brian gathered us 
up.
"Ready to do the paperwork?"
I laughed nervously, glancing around at the girls.
"Yeah.  Let's do it."
We followed him into the house, with Tony and Elizabeth coming up the 
rear.  On the big table in the dining room were the domestic 
partnership papers Brian had drawn up, a joint will, powers of 
attorney, and the property agreement that would simulate a legal 
marriage.
"This will be quite a bit less mystical and sentimental," he said 
grinning, "but in certain ways it's just as important and symbolic."
He sat down and passed the documents around, indicating where we had to 
sign.  I gave Hayley a one-armed hug as Marianne was putting her 
signature in the various blocks.
"Still sure you want to do this?  You know there's no rush."
Hayley smiled.
"I've waited two-and-a-half years.  I don't want to wait any longer.  
This is as good a time as any."
"Enjoying your birthday so far?"
Another grin, and deep in her pretty blue eyes, I saw something else I 
couldn't quite identify.
"Yep.  This is the best birthday I've ever had."
Although the rest of us were willing to wait until later in the spring, 
Hayley had insisted on doing this the moment she was legally capable, 
which was the day of her eighteenth birthday--and that was today.  When 
Marianne was done, she sat down and signed everything.
"That's it," Brian said when everyone had signed.  "The five of you may 
not be legally married, but you've gotten as close as you can now.  
Congratulations."
I hugged Marianne and Hayley tightly, then Giselle and Tiffany.  We 
filed back out to the yard and rejoined the reception.
As I mingled with the guests, I reflected on everything that had 
happened over the last two years.  Marianne and Tiffany were in their 
sophomore years at UCSC and doing well.  Giselle had applied for a 
transfer from Cal State and been accepted, and she would start her 
junior year with the other two girls this fall.  
Marianne had ditched the cheerleader lifestyle altogether, however much 
she still looked like one, and she and Tiffany had made a lot of 
friends among the more free-spirited students around campus, many of 
whom were here tonight.  They hadn't yet found the "sex-slave sorority" 
they had joked about, but I suspected they might someday start one of 
their own.
Hayley was about to graduate from high school, and she had her pick of 
several colleges already.  UCSC seemed to be the first choice, and 
though we weren't leaning on her, we all pretty much expected her to 
follow both her sister and her mother, who now was completing her first 
year in law school at UC Hastings in San Francisco. 
Elizabeth had moved out of the guesthouse to be closer to school, but 
she still came back down here on the weekends.  She had just found a 
job for the summer, clerking for a friend of Brian's who lived up here.  
She had recently begun expressing an interest in doing child advocacy, 
which surprised none of us.
As for me, I was happily enjoying my retirement, working around the 
ranch or playing with my stocks.  We hadn't yet begun shopping for any 
baby clothes, but I had lately been hoping--secretly--that I might have 
to soon.  It was a hope I kept to myself, though.  I knew the girls had 
enough on their minds right now. 
The caterers began serving the dinner at six, and when they had poured 
the champagne, I stood up and got everyone's attention.
"I don't want to impose on your good mood by giving a long speech, but 
there are a few things I want to say.  I think that most people would 
be happy to have found one person to spend their life with; to have 
found four people is more than I can really express effectively.  That 
these four wonderful young women are willing to tether themselves to 
this old fart makes me feel pretty darned special."
Everyone laughed, and Marianne, who was sitting next to me, playfully 
slapped my arm in mock indignation.
"Seriously though, we all have to recognize how lucky we've been to 
find each other.  It takes a lot of love and understanding to make this 
work, and that we've survived two years so well gives me a lot of hope 
for the future.  We have lot to look forward to, both collectively and 
individually, and I'm proud of what these women have chosen to do with 
their lives.  Thank you all for joining us, and I'm thrilled to have 
the opportunity to share this with you."
I raised my glass in a toast and everyone cheered.  When the applause 
died down, Marianne stood up.  She rubbed my shoulder briefly and began 
her speech.
"There's not much I can add to that except that I want you all to know 
that I am not marrying an old fart."  The guests exploded in laughter, 
and she continued.  "Steve and I, and the rest of us, are a lot closer 
in age than you might think, at least in the things that are really 
important.  I like to think that we help him maintain his perspective, 
and he's supported and guided us more than I can ever express.  Most of 
you know that today is Hayley's birthday, but what you don't know is 
that she's really turning twenty-five, not eighteen.  She's certainly 
stopped letting me treat her like a younger sister." 
More laughter.
"I also want to thank my mom, for being so understanding and supportive 
these past few years.  We've all had to go through a lot, and I know 
she loves us more than anything."
Elizabeth beamed at us from the end of the table.  Marianne paused and 
put her hand on Tiffany's shoulder.
"Finally, I want to say something about the other person I'm marrying 
today, my best friend Tiffany.  As Steve said, it's a lot to find even 
one person you want to spend your life with.  To have found both him 
and Tiffany makes me feel really, really fortunate.  Though we play a 
lot of games with each other, we've never lost sight of what's really 
important."
She bent down, and they hugged each other quickly.  Then she raised her 
glass.
"So, thanks to all of you for coming today.  It means a lot to all of 
us."
Everyone applauded again, and Hayley reached over for the mike.  She 
stood up and took a deep breath.
"Well, this has been a hell of a birthday, I have to say that."  
Laughter rolled across the yard, and she continued.  "I know I may be 
pretty young to be doing this, but I don't feel insecure about it at 
all.  The love I have for Steve and Marianne and Giselle and Tiffany is 
so strong that I know this is what I'm meant to be doing with my life.  
As Steve and Marianne both said, I feel so happy and grateful to have 
found these people to spend my life with.  I'm really looking forward 
to our future together, and I know we have many, many happy years 
ahead."
She paused, taking a nervous breath, and everyone laughed.
"Um.  I don't know what else to say except thanks for everything.  I 
love you all."
Giselle and Tiffany both got up after that, and then Elizabeth, Tony, 
and Brian all made toasts.  The dinner went on under the stars for 
several hours afterward, and if this still felt a bit surreal to me, 
everyone was definitely having a great time.  We danced after cutting 
the cake, and when I had danced with all four girls, I found Elizabeth 
and pulled her onto the floor.
"Congratulations."
"Thanks."
"You do remember my request about this?"
"About not being my mother-in-law?  Yes."
She smiled.
"Thanks."
"Legally, you're not anyway.  So don't worry about it."
"I'm not.  I'm just teasing.  Even if I have to say that I never quite 
pictured my daughters' weddings like this."
"I imagine not."
She smiled again.
"You think I'm referring to your arrangement with all four of them, but 
that's not all I mean."
"What else do you mean?"
"I meant that at one time, I was afraid they would make the mistake I 
did, marrying someone because of who he was and because everyone else 
thought it was a good idea, not because they really loved the men they 
were marrying."
"You mean like you and Charles?"
"Right.  You know about all that.  When I saw the sort of boys Marianne 
was dating, I could see her heading down the same path.  Falling into 
the whole cheerleader stereotype.  Randy was the worst, all the more so 
because I knew she didn't really care much about him."
"Then I came along."
She laughed softly.
"Yes.  And as shocked as I was at first, what changed my mind was 
seeing the difference in her, and Hayley.  I could see that they really 
loved you.  And I decided that I couldn't bring myself to stand in the 
way of their happiness, however unorthodox it might be."
I leaned forward and kissed her forehead.
 
"Thanks."
"Any time."
When the dancing began to wind down, I found Marianne by the bar, 
talking to some friends of hers from college.  She saw me approaching 
and gave me a big hug.
"How are you doing, Mrs. Chandler?"
"Just great, Mr. Chandler."
I got another drink, and we walked across the yard to where the band 
was playing.  She sat on the wall and I leaned back against her.  She 
put her arms around my neck and set her chin on my shoulder.
"Do you feel any different?" she asked.
"I think it will take a while to sink in."
She giggled.
"What I've been doing is thinking of the things we can do now, that 
would have been more difficult before."
"Like what?"
"Well . . . "  She lowered her voice.  "It's probably safe to knock me 
up now."
I half-turned in her arms to face her.  We had talked about this, sort 
of, off and on for two years. She knew I wanted kids, but I had always 
been clear that it wouldn't happen until she was ready.
"You think so?"
She pretended to shrug it off.
"Why not?"
"I think the gods of Depo-Provera might have something to say about 
that."
She grinned and licked her lips lasciviously.
"I let it run out a month ago.  I might even be pregnant right now."
I gasped.
"You didn't."
"I did."
She hugged me tightly.
"I'm teasing you a little," she whispered into my ear.  "I don't think 
I'm pregnant yet.  But if you want it, I'm ready."
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves.
"You're sure about this?"
A serious look came into her eyes.
"Steve, think about something.  Even with all we've done today, we're 
not legally married.  I could reverse all this, the legal stuff anyway, 
with a few hours in a law office if I really wanted to.  But if we have 
a child together, I'll be bonded to you forever, bonded more securely 
than any piece of paper could ever do.  I want that bond.  I want to 
make a baby with you."
I pulled her to me and kissed her nose.
"Okay.  We'll talk about it.  We should probably bounce it off Hayley 
first too."
Something passed across her eyes, and her jaw suddenly tightened as if 
she were trying to hide it.
"What?"
Her hand squeezed my arm tightly, and her eyes closed.
"Nothing.  I didn't say anything.  Please, Steve, she'll kill me.  I 
didn't say anything, okay?"
"What?  What's wrong?"
"Nothing.   Just . . . you might want to have a chat with her tonight 
about this issue."
My heart stuttered, and my brain went momentarily blank.
"Why?"
"Just do it."
She pushed me away from her, and I turned back toward the reception, 
looking for Hayley.  I saw her across the yard talking with Giselle and 
some of their friends.
I went to her, and she gave me a quick peck on the lips.
"Hi."
"Little Kit.  How you doing?"
She held up her hand and wiggled her ring at me.
"Married."
"I can see that."
I kissed her again.
"I've been getting the feeling all day that there's something you want 
to tell me."
I saw it again--whatever it was I had seen that afternoon--in her eyes 
immediately.  Her expression softened, and she took my hand.
"Not out here.  Come inside."
She led me into the house and through it, finally taking me out the 
front porch.  Then she took my hands and looked up at me.  Her eyes 
started to water, and her throat seemed to tighten.
"Baby, what is it?"
She took a deep breath.
"You're going to be a daddy."
My legs weakened suddenly and I had to sit down on the railing.  She 
sniffed and squeezed my hands tightly.
"It wasn't deliberate.  I think I messed up my pills last month.  But 
I'm pregnant."
"You're sure?" I gasped.
"Unless four different tests are wrong.  I think it was that afternoon 
a couple of weeks ago, when I dragged you into my room after school."
"Oh, my God."
I hugged her for about ten seconds before letting her go.  She beamed 
up at me.
"Are you in shock?"
"Completely.  Who else knows?"
"Just Marianne.  I told her because I didn't know what to do."
"When?"
"Last week.  I wanted to wait until today to tell you.  I didn't want 
it to interfere with the wedding."
"What about college?"
"I can take a semester off if I have to.  It's no big deal."
I hugged her again.
"And Marianne wants to get pregnant now too."
She giggled.
"Uh-huh.  I think she was a little pissed I beat her to it.  But like I 
said, I didn't mean to."
"You're okay with it?"
"Absolutely.  I can't wait."
"You should go tell your mother."
"Come with me.  Let's tell her together."
Laughing, we returned to the house.  Elizabeth was in the kitchen.  She 
broke down crying when we told her.
Eventually things began to wind down.  The limo arrived to take us to 
the airport, where we would be boarding a flight to New Zealand (the 
result of several collective discussions).  The girls changed out of 
their wedding dresses and into their travel attire while I waited on 
the front porch with Brian and Tony.
"Don't let them kill you tonight," Brian said, laughing.
"I'll do my best."
"Good luck," Tony said shaking my hand.  "I know you like to joke about 
my being psychic, but I have a good feeling about this.  I've yet to 
preside over a failed marriage, and I don't want start with you guys."
"Thanks."
The girls finally emerged, and we went out to the limo as the guests 
threw bird seed at us (Hayley had insisted we not use rice because she 
had heard it was dangerous for the birds).  Elizabeth came with them 
and gave me a final hug beside the car.
"You take care of my girls, you hear?"
"I will."
Then we were riding away from the ranch, up toward San Francisco 
airport.  There was a bottle of champagne in the limo, which I opened 
and passed around.  Hayley demurred, being pregnant now, but the other 
girls all took some.  Marianne snuggled against me as the other three 
chattered and giggled about Hayley's revelation tonight.
"Are you happy?" she asked me.
"Life could be a hell of a lot worse."
"I'm coming home from our honeymoon pregnant, whatever I have to do."
I laughed.
"The timing might not be right."
"It should be.  And I asked Tony for a little blessing to help.  I told 
him about that dream I had a long time ago.  Remember?  He said that 
meant it would happen."
"You're not upset that Hayley got there first?"
"Maybe a little part of me is sad about it.  But I'm really happy for 
her.  Don't worry.  I meant to do this even before she told me."
"This kid will have one dad and four mothers."
She looked around the limo at the other girls, smiling.
"You can't have too much love."
"No," I said hugging her, "you can't."
THE END
Richard Bissell
August 25-November 23, 1999
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AFTERWORD
This story began as little more than a lark.  One day back in August, I 
read this short stroke piece about a guy who gets a blow job at a 
cheerleader car wash.  Liking the idea and thinking there might be some 
unexploited potential in it, I sat down and wrote the first couple of 
chapters.  Marianne quickly proved to be one of those characters who 
take on lives of their own, and things took off rapidly from there.
But when I got to about Chapter 7 or 8, Marianne began insisting on 
being more than a cute piece of ass.  She was giving Steve a lot, and I 
thought she deserved something significant in return.  Good sex between 
people who like each other tends to lead to things more serious, and 
that seemed to be a natural development for Marianne and Steve.  And 
once I started thinking about the realities of their relationship, the 
shackles of plot and plausibility that I had not expected to have to 
deal with suddenly appeared on my writing hand.
This proved to be a much deeper story than I ever anticipated.  For 
that, I have a lot of people to thank.  The deepening Marianne-Hayley 
relationship, the Tiffany/BDSM thread, Steve's high school reunion, the 
body-piercing, the strap-on dildo, the trip to the strip bar, Hayley's 
run-in with Randy, the wedding at the end--all of these elements were 
ideas sent in by readers, though of course I put my own spin on them.  
A lot of things I never intended to include, particularly the final 
encounter with Elizabeth, found their way into the story because so 
many people kept asking for them.  The original draft ended at Chapter 
24, after Steve's confrontation with Elizabeth, but too many ideas kept 
coming in for me to let it end there.  There are a lot of people I'd 
like to thank personally here except that doing so might be an invasion 
of their privacy.  So I have to hope they know who they are.  Special 
thanks go to Rey del Sexo for providing CGC with a permanent home.
Quite a few readers remarked on the change in theme as the story 
progressed, how the title no longer seems very apt after the first 10-
15 chapters.  On the surface, they might have a point, but I really 
think the subtext inherent in the title--the relationship between sex 
and money and how that plays into the power issues between older men 
and younger women--is there from beginning to end.  
I had a lot of fun writing "Call Girl Cheerleaders," and I hope you had 
a lot of fun reading it.  Part of me would have liked to keep doing 
this forever, but it was really beyond my capabilities.  What began as 
a simple self-indulgence turned into a 150,000-word novel, and I wanted 
to make it a coherent story instead of letting it turn into an endless 
soap opera.  And I figured Steve deserved some rest.
Will there ever be a sequel?  There's room for it, but it would be a 
very different story, and it's not something I'm eager to tackle any 
time soon.  Don't badger me about it, and it will happen sooner. <g>
Thanks again to everyone who wrote in--it wouldn't have happened 
otherwise!
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AFTER-AFTERWORDS:
A few people were curious about the vote for the poll I took in Chapter 
10.  Since it no longer matters, here it is:
Incest: Y 21, N 6
Tiff/BDSM: Y 10, N 11
Bringing in other men: Y 3, N 16
A few other people asked if I used an outline to keep track of all the 
narrative threads, which I did, so here it is too:
CHAPTER SUMMARY (* = written, ^ = posted)
^Ch. 1: Meeting Marianne
^Ch. 2: Marianne again
^Ch. 3: Tiffany
^Ch. 4: Marianne (anal)
^Ch. 5: Marianne (set-up for Ashley and Giselle)
^Ch. 6: Marianne and Ashley
^Ch. 7: Marianne and Giselle
^Ch. 8: Marianne poolside (set-up for Hayley)
^Ch. 9: Marianne and Hayley
^Ch. 10: Marianne (romantic)
^Ch. 11: Marianne and Hayley II (set-up for football game)
^Ch. 12: Football game, bottomless cheerleading, orgy
^Ch. 13: Marianne (set-up for birthday and Hayley)
^Ch. 14: Marianne and Hayley III (anal, semi-ff)
^Ch. 15: Marianne's birthday (lingerie, tattoo, sex in new car)
^Ch. 16: Marianne and Hayley IV (at the game)
^Ch. 17: Orgy II
^Ch. 18: Hayley gets tattooed
^Ch. 19: Tiffany wants back in, light bdsm (set up for reunion)
^Ch. 20: High School Reunion (set-up for confrontation)
^Ch. 21: Confrontation with parents (no sex)
^Ch. 22: Hayley, Marianne (set-up for blackmail)
^Ch. 23: Blackmail/Meeting with Elizabeth
^Ch. 24: Marianne and Hayley V (at the beach)
^Ch. 25: Marianne and Hayley VI (strap-on)
^Ch. 26: Father arrested, mother leaves
^Ch. 27: Moving in together, tongue piercing/Tiffany
^Ch. 28: Hayley's birthday; Marianne and Giselle (strap-on)
^Ch. 29: Giselle moves in, Hayley loves Steve
^Ch. 30: Tiffany loves Marianne
^Ch. 31: Spring Break in Santa Cruz
^Ch. 32: Strip joint, stock deal
^Ch. 33: Steve "hits the lottery," buys ranch
^Ch. 34: Tiffany moves in, Steve arrested
^Ch. 35: Hayley's hearing, Day 1
^Ch. 36: Hayley's hearing, Day 2
^Ch. 37: Hayley's hearing, Day 3
^Ch. 38: Move to Santa Cruz, begin incest thread
^Ch. 39: Marianne wants Hayley
^Ch. 40: Ashley moves out, final incest scene 
^Ch. 41: Hayley and Giselle, Elizabeth
^Ch. 42: Final confrontation with Randy
^Epilogue: the Wedding
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