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To really understand the story lines, and the characters, please read the entire Fuck Fest series…

This story is told from Kelly’s POV.

Fuck Fest IV

By: Oral Pleasure 4 U

Chapter 1

School started. I sighed – Oh, I know how important an education is, but I miss the hands-on experience (in more ways than one! <g>) of working in the real world. In many ways, that hands-on experience is worth more than a master’s degree…

OK, I’m not bragging – “Just the facts, Ma’am,” to quote a famous TV detective…

I just turned sixteen a few months ago. I’m starting my senior year (yes, I’m advanced), due to graduate this school year, just before my seventeenth birthday. My name is Kelly…

I was lucky enough to become associated – through the wisdom and understanding of my parents – with a lovely couple, who, at the time, were the sole owners of Rick’s Entertainment – Rick and Julie. The two also lived together as Significant Other (SO). I first fell in love with Julie – because I worked so closely with her, and she apparently recognized some quality I have – insightfulness, perhaps? I don’t know. Rick accepted me into their lives – no jealously at all involved.

Rick shared Julie with me. He understood. Then I met Rick’s brother, Ray. I fell in love with him. He recognized Julie’s and my relationship, and accepted it. So, here was the situation at that time: Rick and Julie were SO; Julie and I were SO; Ray and I were SO (and living together – with Rick and Julie (all this with my parent’s blessings!)).

Then, after a series of events (please read Fuck Fest III), Rick and I fell for each other. Confused? I don’t blame you – just remember that love conquers all. The four of us enjoyed – and continue to enjoy – a wonderful relationship.

Would you also believe that, after the afore-mentioned events, that I earned a 20% interest in Rick’s Entertainment? That made me a millionaire – and Ray was managing my finances, which were compounding at a tremendous rate – after all, that was what he specializes in, as he was completing his Master’s degree in Accounting at the time.

Faith had entered the picture during the same turn of events – it turned out that Faith was Julie’s stepsister. She came (in more ways than one! <g>) to work with us. That made us all one delirious happy family…

Oh, and one more thing: us females are all nymphs…and damned sexy, too!

Now, on with my story:

Normally, when working, I wear three articles of clothing (except at home or at one of our party houses – then I wear nothing!): a tube top, a miniskirt, and high-heels. I don’t mean platforms – I don’t need them! – or stiletto’s. Just normal high-heels – that’s all I need to accentuate my calves.

However, I refuse to dress as scrubby as the high school students do these days: T-shirt, jeans, or cargo pants – girls would wear bra and panties, as required by the school dress code. Instead, I would wear a regular blouse, a longer skirt, complete with bra and thong – I refuse to wear panties! My ensemble included pumps.

I liked this arrangement, because, when school let out, I would tie my blouse up to show my midriff, roll my skirt to mini-status, and remove my under things, storing them in my purse. Not as comfy as I would like to be, but…

I had gotten into the habit – as the weather was balmy – of finishing my homework after school, on the bleachers overlooking the football field. I usually had quite a bit of my homework and studying done before school let out, so I could pay more attention to the football players on the field during practice (Also, this arrangement allowed me to continue with my duties with Rick’s Entertainment during the evening hours…). Because of the way I dress, I’m sure that the players paid some attention to me. I had also noticed that, after my arrival, their practice sessions would become more intense.

When the football practice would end before the cheerleader’s practice did, I would wander over and watch them. The girls noticed me – I don’t know if they thought I was just a harmless flirt or if I was serious competition…

I even caught the cheerleaders’ coach watching me on occasion. She was a bit tall, angular, but with a decent shape to her bod – nice size breasts, nips were prominent almost at all times, nice ass, and shapely legs. She was also the girl’s PE coach during the school day. The condition of her nips – at almost a perpetual arousal – made me wonder a bit about her…

* * * * *

We lost our first football game. I was there, but with the crowd, the players didn’t pay much attention as to who was in the stands – parents, girlfriends, SO’s, foxy chicks – it didn’t matter. They were lackluster in their play.

When I showed up at their practice on Monday afternoon, I again noticed that their play intensified. An idea started formulating in my mind…

The same thing happened when I arrived on Tuesday afternoon. On Wednesday, I was convinced – they were playing for me!

I spread my legs a bit – it appeared innocent, as I pretended to do my homework. Their play became even more intensified! That did it for me – I was going to go through with my plan.

When their practice ended, the cheerleaders were still doing their thing. I spent some time in their area, waiting for the proper amount of time to pass so I would know that the boys would be in the showers…

The cheerleader coach came and sat next to me.

“Hello, my name is Miss Monica – I coach the cheerleaders and teach the PE classes during the day.

“I couldn’t help but notice you watching the football players and my girls – on a daily basis. I also noticed that the boys play would become more intense when you would arrive.” This was said as she looked as far up my skirt as she could, without advertising.

“You are one foxy chick. Would you consider joining my cheerleading squad?” she asked.

I spread my legs a bit – to help her out. She glanced at me; I smiled.

“Perhaps – but not in the way you mean the question.

“My name is Kelly,” I finished.

“Pleased, Kelly. Now, just what do you mean?” she asked.

I turned a bit to face her. “OK, I’m going to stick my neck out – and follow my intuition here…

“I suspect that you are highly sexual – as I am, too. However, there is a bit of difference between us – I’m bi, you’re a lesbian – one that is only interested in girls – no males whatsoever.

“Am I correct?”

She gasped and stared at me. “Am I that obvious?”

“No, not unless the observer knows what to look for…” as I eyed her hardened nips.

She smiled. “Yes, your observations are correct. Now, what does that have to do with what you said earlier? Just how are you planning on helping the cheerleader squad?”

“I plan to start with just me, then add a couple of dear friends, and then finish with you and your squad…” and I went on to tell her what I planned. She listened attentively, smiling several times during my narration.

“Well, what do you think?” I finished.

She sat for a bit, thinking. She then turned to me, smiled, and said, “I’m in. But I can’t risk – for obvious reasons – on ensuring that my squad will participate. You may need to convince them yourself…”

“I thought as much,” I said, smiling at her. “I will need your assistance, though…”

“You have it.”

“Thanks,” as I got up to leave. “I must set the plan in motion…”

* * * * *

To get to the boys locker room, one had to pass by the coach’s office, which had a large window overlooking the access. I peeked into the window from the outside, as I didn’t know how I was going to get past this point without the coach’s knowledge.

I smiled as I spotted him at his desk, pouring over paperwork, with one hand below desk level – his arm moving rapidly…

I backed up, and then entered his office through the official entrance from the gym.

The coach didn’t even look up when I entered, until I sat on the corner of his desk with my legs spread wide. He took one look at my shaved pussy, ejaculated all over his hand, and fainted dead away. “What a wuss!” I thought to myself, grinning. I entered the locker room from his office, not making a sound.

The boys were in the showers, playing grabass and snapping each other with wet towels. I smiled as I slipped along the back wall, to a point where they couldn’t see me. I removed my clothes, neatly folding them on a bench. I then quietly padded down a row of lockers, where I couldn’t be seen, until I was almost on them.

Boldly, I stepped out, saying, “Howdy, gents! Just how the hell are y’all?” as I paraded back and forth in front of them.

Towels hit the floor – the room became eerily silent, except for the “whoosh” of the showers running.

“What’s the matter, guys? Cat got your tongues?” as I moved among them, grabbing a hardening cock here and there, stroking. “Don’t y’all like what you see?”

I smiled as I spotted one hard cock with a bit of pre-cum forming. I grabbed him and licked it off, enticing a moan from the owner.

“I see that you do, indeed, like what you see. Y’all recognize me without my clothes, right? I’m the young lady that does my homework while you practice…

“OK, here’s the deal: Y’all can have me – on Saturday morning, after your morning workout and film viewing. The only thing y’all gotta do is win Friday night…

“I’ll be happy to continue the Saturday morning meets – as long as y’all keep winning!

“Questions?”

Amid a chorus of “No’s”, “All right’s”, and “I’m looking forward to Saturday morning’s”, I heard one gent ask, “Will you continue to do your homework on a daily basis in the bleachers?”

I recognize a true connoisseur when I see one. “Of course,” I replied. I wanted to remember this gentleman…

* * * * *

The odds makers had placed my high school below midlevel – meaning that a winning season probably wouldn’t occur for several years. Last week’s loss – coupled with the way the players played – seemed to confirm that placing.

The odds makers didn’t take into consideration my involvement…

Man! Did we kick ass Friday night! The school we played was favored to win by more than 21 points. Hell, they didn’t even obtain a single 1st down during the first half, and only two during the second…

Final score? 27 to zip! Zero! Zippo! Nada! Nothing!

And, best of all, we didn’t suffer any injuries, and we received only a minimum of penalties – we played the game as it was designed to be played…

Chapter 2

When I woke Saturday morning, I was already wet with anticipation. I couldn’t wait, but I had to – I did have some domestic chores to take care of, in addition to an hour-long love making session with Rick, Julie, and Ray that I desperately wanted. I don’t remember ever being so happy!

I excused myself a bit early from the session to shower – I wanted to be clean for later, plus I wanted to cook a good breakfast for my SO’s – I do love them so!

Julie looked at me a bit quizzically as I readied myself to go to school, timing my departure for around 10:30. I smiled at her, putting a finger to my mouth in the “Shhh!” position – I knew that Julie followed the local school sports. “Read this morning’s paper, local school section. Then contact your bookie,” I grinned.

Julie, a millionaire in her own right even before teaming up with Rick, didn’t need money – she would place bets for the sport itself. She nodded, then looked surprised as I mentioned, “You and Faith are scheduled to join me next Saturday…”

She grasped what I had said in a matter of seconds. She smiled. “I’m ready now…”

“I have no doubt – but we don’t want to wear them out – just keep them in shape and in the right frame of mind – if’n ya know what I mean…” I grinned.

“OK. Consider my calendar cleared for you on Saturday…

“Meanwhile, where’s my personal phone book? I need to make a phone call before the odds change…”

* * * * *

This time, when I arrived at the gym, I simply waltzed right into the coach’s office. He took one look at me, and said, “Oh, god!” He creamed his pants, and fainted. Hell, I didn’t even have to flash him…

I entered the boy’s locker room directly through the door from the coach’s office, sauntered down the center aisle to the end, where I removed my clothes. The boys spotted me as soon as I had entered and, again, the room became quiet.

By the time I had my clothes neatly folded – and I did take my sweet time! – more than half of the guys were sporting raging hard-on’s.

I turned my back to them, and straddled the bench. I looked back, saying, “OK, gents, here’s how it works. Y’all line up in front of me – I’ll give each of you a blowjob – one that you won’t forget. After cumming in my mouth, you will go around and enter my sweet pussy from the rear – that’s the view you have now. NOTHING ANAL!

“The gent busy fucking my sweet pussy must give way to the next gent, even if he hasn’t cum in my pussy. I like it hard and fast, so each of you will need to make sure that I have well lubricated your cock before you start to hammer me.

“Questions?” I asked, as they started to line up in front of me.

“I have one,” responded the first gent. “What happens if one of us starts to hammer you without the lubrication?”

A real wise ass. I flicked the head of his dick sharply with my fingernail, deflating it almost immediately. “Then I will be forced to quit, as I will become raw. My quitting will piss off everyone following you. Do I need to explain to you what a blanket party is?

“Now, go to the end of the line – try to be a gentleman…”

We started – the guys were really respectful, treating me gently until they were lubricated. Each one of them came in my mouth, but only a few came twice – not unusual. No one tried to harm me.

When the wise ass fronted me, he smiled and apologized. “I’m sorry. It wasn’t me talking, it was my dick. I promise to keep a tighter reign on it in the future – and not only for you.”

I smiled at him. “Apology accepted. Now give me that wonderful cock…”

When they had finished – several had lined up for seconds – I was exhausted. We all showered together, they playing with me, and I with them, enticing a few more ejaculations.

After toweling myself dry, I started to don my clothes. “I hope we’ll meet again next Saturday – I’ll bring two of my dear friends with me. Y’all know what ya gotta do…

“A bit of advice, though – pay attention to your coach. He’s good – he knows his stuff. Pay attention to his tips, the films on the opposing team, his strategy.

“After all, what I am providing is just a reward for a job well done!

“I’ll be in the bleachers on Monday…”

“Hell, we don’t even know your name…” came from the gentleman who I had identified as a connoisseur.

“Kelly,” I replied. “And I have my eye on you…”

He smiled. “Jim,” he said.

* * * * *

I hurried home, as there was a party scheduled for tonight at the big party house. Our second house, a bit smaller, wasn’t quite ready yet – another few weeks were needed.

After ensuring that all of the arrangements had been made for the party, I grabbed a quick bite of lunch – albeit late, and then went to the house.

I found the servers all busy arranging everything according to the host’s specifications. We acknowledged each other with smiles and hugs. I then ensured that the beverages and food were as ordered, that the bathroom supplies were adequate, and that the master bedroom was properly supplied for the host and hostess.

Rick and Julie sauntered in, an arm around each other. 

“We were just at the pond, relaxing and enjoying the outdoors,” Julie started. “Is everything meeting your exacting standards?”

“Yes. Are the grounds properly groomed?” I asked.

“Of course.

“Ya know, you’re the reason this ‘hobby’ of ours is taking off so successfully. Rick and I are so proud of you…”

“As am I,” came from Ray, as he entered the house, removing his clothes (our custom).

I flew into his arms. “I love you all!” I exclaimed.

After calming down, I asked Clare, the head server for the big house, whose turn it was for server duties tonight.

“Belle,” she replied. “She’s ready…”

I accepted Clare’s assessment of Belle’s abilities, and then looked for her.

Finding her in the great room, I smiled. “Nervous?” I asked.

“Hell, yes! But I am looking forward to tonight.”

“I have faith in you, Belle – you’ll do fine…”

Just then, Faith – our receptionist – entered the house. She is the one responsible for recruiting Belle. After removing her clothes, she went directly to Belle. Giving her a kiss full on the lips, Faith said, “Don’t worry! Everything always comes together.”

Belle’s eyes were starting to mist. “I can’t believe the support this company has regarding each member! I won’t disappoint…I promise!”

We all wound up in a group hug.

I turned to Ray, Rick and Julie. “Y’all go home – I’ll stay and turn over the reigns to the host and hostess on their arrival. Everything is on schedule…”

The party was a great success.

Chapter 3

Monday afternoon, I appeared in the bleachers to watch the football team practice. Jim noticed my arrival and waved. I smiled and returned his wave.

After finishing my homework and studying, I put my books down, and spread my legs out. The football players took immediate notice, as their practice took on an intensity I had never seen before. They were paying attention to the coach, who was explaining the next school’s team’s usual method of playing, and how to defend against that play. He identified key players, explaining their strengths and weakness.

Leaving the defense to work on skirmishes, he then turned to his offense. He changed his tactics a bit, refining some offensive plays that would work against the opposing team’s defense.

After about an hour, he motioned to end the skirmishes – gathering everyone around him. “OK, guys – hit the showers, you’ve done enough for today.

“Tomorrow, we’ll do weight training, and watch films of our next opponent. Wednesday and Thursday: full practice. Be ready – our next opponent will not be easy!”

After waving his team off to the showers, he looked up at me. I smiled and waved to him, keeping my legs closed. He came up and sat next to me.

“I have a strong feeling that you have something to do with the improved play my players are demonstrating. Mind if I ask what that is?” he asked.

“I’m simply offering them a bit of self esteem – something that I think that you need, also. You’re a good coach – you know what to do, how to analyze your opponent, and to work their weaknesses.

“I know how to reward a person’s strengths, to make that person work harder for the cause, if you will…”

He nodded. “And just how do you know this? How can you help me with my team?” he asked.

“Your fainting spells,” I said, gently. “I can help with those…”

He almost fainted again. I grabbed his hand, keeping his attention.

“I’ve never been real successful with the ladies,” he responded.

“I’ve figured that out, Coach. Work with me – I can help you. Please?” I asked, looking him directly in the eye.

He nodded. “Tomorrow afternoon, after your session with the players?” I asked.

He nodded again, smiling. I returned his smile.

* * * * *

The following afternoon, after I had finished all of my homework and studying, I sat in on the coach’s film session – the guys had already done their weight training.

The coach did a good job in pointing out their next opponent’s strengths and weaknesses – stopping the film at key locations, to make a point. He would address a particular player, to make him understand what he could do to combat that strength or to exploit the weakness.

“OK, guys –hit the showers. Go home, eat a good dinner, and DO your homework and studying. You have to keep up your grades. Get a good night’s sleep. I’ll see y’all tomorrow afternoon – we’ll work on what we’ve learned today. If any of you have any suggestions, I’m always available.”

Coach looked at me and extended a hand, which I took. “He’s gaining confidence already!” I thought to myself. He led me to his office.

He sat in his chair, while I took a corner of his desk, dangling a leg – this caused my skirt to rise a little. I could see him start to sweat a bit.

I took his hand. “Coach, relax. You’re doing a good job. I can tell that your confidence is going up a bit, and I haven’t done anything yet – except to agree to help.”

“You kept your word – you showed up…”

I smiled. “Thank you. My word is my bond…”

“Come with me,” I said. “Let’s stop at a family style restaurant and get dinner. Then I’ll take you to one of the houses that my business owns – it’s under a partial reconstruction, but it has what we will need for tonight…”

I drove, leaving the coach’s car in the school’s parking lot. On the way to the restaurant, I called Julie to let her know not to expect me home tonight. “I’m breaking in a new man at the small party house,” I explained, so that she would know where I was.

We had a pleasant dinner. As we got to know one another, I could see that he was visibly relaxing with me. We went to our second party house. No one was there – as I had anticipated.

I showed him around the house – proudly explaining what we do.

“You’re in the sex business?!” he exclaimed.

“No – not quite. While we don’t sell sex, nor do we accept any money for sex, what we do is offer a place for like-minded couples to meet and engage in consensual sex – in a party atmosphere. A host/hostess will rent the house, arrange for food and beverages, cleanup services, etc. It’s a ‘swinger’s’ party…

“No one sells, or accepts money for sex.

“Understand?” I finished.

After a moment, he nodded. “I think I do. That’s why you think you can help me to…to bring up my self-esteem,” he said.

“Yes”

“OK. What’s next?” he asked.

I smiled at him. “Come with me,” as I held out my hand.

I led him into a bedroom and dimmed the lights. I turned on some soft music. I then turned to him, smiling. I reached up to unbutton his shirt. He started gasping. Smiling, I gave him a gentle kiss, relaxing him.

Continuing to smile, I removed his shirt and took one of his nipples in my mouth.

“Oh, god!” he exclaimed, grabbing my head. I let him hold me to him, and continued to encircle his nipple with my tongue. After a while, he relaxed again.

I looked up at him, smiling. “OK, so far?” I asked.

He nodded.

“OK,” I said, “this is what we’re going to do: I’m going to finish removing your clothes, taking my time. I want you to be completely relaxed.

“Then I’ll remove mine – you may touch as you desire – I won’t stop you, but I do have one taboo: nothing anal. You may squeeze my ass cheeks – in fact, I enjoy that, but do not try to insert anything into my ass. OK?”

He nodded.

“I may guide you to do things that I enjoy – pleasing your partner is a big part of enjoying this. In fact, I can please myself simply by pleasing you. Works both ways…”

He nodded again.

After I removed his clothes, his cock sprang out at me. He started to grab it, but I intercepted his hand. “Let me – I want to please you – don’t try to please yourself…”

I sank to my knees in front of him, enveloping his cock in my mouth. I worked it a bit, enticing several groans from him. After a bit, I looked up at him. “See what I mean?” I asked.

“Yesss!”

I stood and sat him on the bed. I began a slow strip, allowing him to explore as he wished. When I was completely naked, he whistled. “God, you’re…so…so beautiful!” he exclaimed.

“Thank you,” I smiled. “What would you like to do now? Keep in mind that you want to please me…it still works both ways.”

“May I suck your…breasts?” he asked.

“Of course – that always works for me,” I replied, as I guided his head to my breast.

For a man’s first time – I had gathered that this was so much earlier – he was really gentle. In no time he had my nipple well aware of his presence; I guided him to my other breast…

After another moment, I sighed – contentedly.

I pulled away from him. “See how this works? You got me excited, now I’m going suck your cock again – I want you to cum in my mouth…”

I took him deep, and held him there while I worked my tongue around his shaft. His breathing was coming faster and harder. In no time, he shot his wad – stream after stream in my mouth. I didn’t stop, milking him for all he was worth. He had his hands on the back of my head, but he didn’t try to force his cock any deeper in my mouth. Very good self-control…

I disengaged from his cock and moved up on the bed, meeting him face-to-face, where I gave him a passionate kiss. He returned the kiss, very nicely, I might add…

“I want to please you – I want to eat your pussy, and I want you to cum in my mouth…”

I smiled. “Go for it – please!” I replied.

He went down and started. I must admit, the man is a quick learner – from my reactions, he immediately recognized what I liked. He exploited those reactions and had me cumming in his mouth in no time – my back was arched, my legs wrapped around his body, my hands on the back of his head while I ground my pussy into his mouth. I squealed – loud!

After I relaxed, and let him loose <g>, he came up to me. “Did I do good?” he asked.

“Give me a moment to calm down, then I’ll show you how good you were!”

He grinned, pleased. He started playing with my nipples, and allowed me to clean his face.

When I finished, I said, “OK, now…” as I spread my legs wide.

He got into the customary missionary position and entered slowly, gently, ensuring that he was well lubricated. I said, “OK, now hammer me – hard!”
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God, did he ever! I couldn’t believe his stamina – for a first timer…

After a few moments, I arched and cried out, and then, did it again! On my third time, he slammed into me, burying himself as far as he could and grunted. I felt his white-hot semen soaking my pussy – glorious!

We fell asleep in each other’s arms.

We woke the next morning, still in each other’s arms.

“Breakfast?” he asked.

“But of course,” I replied. We went into the 69 position, and finished with him hammering me again, but doggy style…

We arrived at school, just in time for both of us to make our first classes…

Chapter 4

By that afternoon, the school was abuzz with gossip about the Coach. He was walking around with a smile on his face, pleasant to everyone, a bounce in his step. He even struck up conversations with a few of the unattached female members of the faculty. He was pleased when he was able to get them to laugh or giggle at some small joke or observation. No one was rude to him, which, I’m sure, was one of his fears…

After school, I took my customary place in the bleachers to finish my homework and watch the guys work – to them, I’m sure they thought it was play. Ya just gotta enjoy what you’re doing to be good at it…

As soon as the cheerleaders took their portion of the field, Coach gave his boys some instructions that would keep them busy for several minutes, and then turned and strode purposefully down the field to Miss Monica.

I don’t know what he said to her, but she suddenly smiled, nodded her head in agreement, and then touched his arm lightly as he smiled and then returned to his duties.

I gasped in astonishment, as I suddenly realized that I wasn’t completely correct in my assessment of Monica…she wasn’t a true lesbian – she was just as bi as I am. She had just never been with a man…

When the Coach felt that the boys had had enough, he sent them to the showers, but told them that there would be a team meeting immediately following, in the bleachers in the gym. “It’s mandatory,” he said.

As the team picked up their equipment and jogged off to the showers, I wandered over to the cheerleaders. Monica spotted me immediately, and came to sit with me, all the while watching her girls. The girls looked at each other – something was up…

“Hi, Miss Monica,” I said, returning her greeting. “What did the Coach ask of you?” I knew that he had made a request, just from Monica nodding her head in agreement.

“Please – in private, call me Monica,” she replied.

I nodded my understanding. I understood that I had earned her respect.

“He wants me and my girls to meet with him and his boys to discuss cheers – when to give them, which ones to use during a particular point in a game, and even have the girls and boys work together on new cheers, to be used on special occasions…

“He has never offered to work together in the past.”

“And your response?” I asked.

“We’re meeting with them after showers…”

I smiled. “May I sit in? As a non-participant?”

“Of course.”

“You had better get the girls in the showers, then – even if the guys have to put away equipment, they will be done before your girls…”

She laughed. “You’re probably right!” as she got up to send the cheerleaders to the showers.

* * * * *

I took a place in the bleachers well to the side, after the boys had already taken their seats. They looked at each other as I made my entrance and sat – they knew something was up…

“Coach,” on of the boys started, as the Coach made his appearance. “Can we get this started?”

“When the rest of the participants arrive,” he responded.

Just then, the girls exited their locker room and stopped dead in their tracks.

“Miss Monica! You didn’t tell us that this was a joint meeting with the football players!”

“Would you be here right now if I had?” she responded.

“No…”

“Exactly!

“Now, go sit. The Coach has a request to make…”

I stifled a few chuckles – and I could see that the Coach and Miss Monica were having a difficult time controlling their own mirth…

“Ladies,” began Coach, “you are all beautiful, and you do a wonderful job in your cheers. Believe it or not, we do appreciate your work…” He then went on to explain what he and Miss Monica wanted to accomplish.

The boys looked at each other, and then burst into cheers, high-fiving each other. “Yesss!” they all chorused.

The girls were taken aback – but just a tiny bit. They smiled, and then got up to mingle with the boys.

The Coach encircled Miss Monica, giving the impression of a united front. “I take it, then, that we are all in agreement?”

“Yes!” came from everyone.

I think I was the only one to note that Monica was blushing – profusely. I smiled.

“OK,” Miss Monica started. “Break into groups and work together. You may do this at home, but Coach and I want a full report from each group Monday afternoon. Understand?”

They all groaned at the added assignment, but I knew that not a one was really pissed.

As they all got up to leave, the Coach and Monica smiled at each other. “I’ve gotta go – some duties I must attend to,” Coach said to her.

She smiled, saying, “Of course, Coach. See you tomorrow…”

I approached Monica, smiling. She took my hands into hers, and said, “You have a way, don’t you?”

As I led her to her office, I said, “Yes, but I couldn’t do this without you. However, I feel that I owe you an apology…”

“Oh? And what for?”

When I started to unbutton her blouse – she gasped.

 “I was a bit wrong in my assessment,” I said, as I literally inhaled one of her nipples in my mouth. She gasped again, grabbing my head and holding me to her.

“Oh, god!” she exclaimed.

I worked her other nipple, giving it rise to my attentions. As I worked my way down to her navel, I unbuttoned her skirt, letting it fall to the floor. She had on a pair of thongs. I smiled. “These have gotta go,” I said, demurely.

“You are not a true lesbian,” I started, as I continued my downward trek. “You are attracted to males – at least to one particular male…”

I then took her fully, working my magic. She cried out, grabbing my head, thrashing about – and then she came. From her breathing and her wanting me to continue, I knew that this was probably one of the most intense orgasms she has ever attained.

After she had calmed down, she said, “Kelly, I have never been with a male. I am a lesbian!”

“No, Monica – you are not. You are bi – like me, as you are attracted to males – I think that you just, for lack of a better word, exploited the rumors – to keep unwanted males from hitting on you. You have a desire for – no, a crush! – on the Coach!”

She stared at me. Finally, “Kelly, you are too smart…”

She sighed. “I’ve been attracted to him for a number of years. You’re right – I didn’t do anything to refute the rumors about me. It was just that, well, I didn’t know how to approach him – and he certainly never approached me – dammit!

“Then, Tuesday evening, he sort of disappeared. I couldn’t find him anywhere on campus, although his car was still parked in the faculty lot. When I returned Wednesday morning, his car was in the same spot – and he came running to his first class. He always arrived on time, and prepared.

“It was strange – that day…he seemed to have confidence…he smiled…walked with purpose…talked to faculty members he had never approached before…even me…”

Realization is always beautiful. Her eyes widened. “Kelly! You had something to do with this!”

I smiled. “Poor guy – he was a virgin. I gave him some confidence and self-esteem…”

“A virgin?! At his age?!”

I couldn’t control my mirth. “Monica, technically speaking, you are also a virgin – you have never been with a man…”

She didn’t need time to think it out. She immediately enveloped me in her arms. “Kelly! Thank you! Oh, god! This means so much to me!”

She stood me up. “Now, it’s my turn!”

She removed my blouse, encircling my nipples – just as I had done hers. Like her, I gasped – she was good!

She then removed my skirt, laying me down on the desk. “Now, I’m going to give you something that even you may not have ever experienced!”

She placed her hand over my mound and inserted a finger into an already very wet, and shaved pussy. “And just what would that be?” I asked, smiling.

She returned my smile, then snaked her tongue out of her mouth, curling it up over the tip of her nose, and placing the tip directly between her eyes.

My eyes widened in astonishment; I gasped, and then completely wet her hand as my pussy literally gushed.

“Ahh – I thought so!” She then went down on me, giving me the tongue-lashing – tongue fucking – tongue licking – ficking, lucking – whatever! that I truly had never experienced! She touched my g-spot with her tongue!

“Oh, god!” I kept repeating! I wasn’t able to keep count of my orgasms! I just know that I was truly exhausted when she finally stopped, smiling down at me.

“I must introduce you to my SO’s!” I exclaimed. “But only after you and the Coach have finally connected – and with his approval. In fact, he’s invited, too!”

Chapter 5

The next afternoon, Thursday, I took my customary place in the bleachers. The coach was working the guys a bit hard, but both he and his team intensified their practice on my arrival.

After about two hours, the coach was just as tired as the players. He sent them to the showers, but before letting them go, he said, “Guys, if y’all play tomorrow night as you did today, we will not have a serious problem. Now, shower, go home, get a good dinner, finish your homework and studying, and get a good night’s sleep. You will need to be rested for the game…”

The guys picked up their equipment and jogged off to the gym. The coach came up to me and sat, smiling.

“I want to thank you for – ” he started.

“Think nothing of it, Coach. I enjoyed it as much as you did.

“Now, moving forward, Monica is – has been – ready...” I said, with a grin.

“Monica!” he exclaimed. He looked at me. “How did you know?”

“I just know these things, Coach. I can feel love in the air. Come to her office after the boys are gone. Take her to dinner. Take her home. Just take her…”

He looked at me with wide eyes. “I’ll be there – for her…”

“I know you have been, as she has been for you. It’s time that you both realized that – and, please!, get together!” as I placed a hand on his forearm.

He looked at me, smiled, and nodded. “I trust you,” was all he said, as he got up and left for his office.

I wandered down to the cheerleaders to watch them practice. Monica noticed me and came up to sit with me, watching her girls.

“The girls know something is up – I think that it is time that you explained the facts of life to them…” she said.

“I agree – I am planning to start that this afternoon. I will need you to introduce me – and then you can go – I think that it would be better if there were not any adults or athoritive figures involved in this evening’s discussions.

“Don’t worry, I’ll lock up for you – I have a feeling that you will be pre-occupied…”

She looked at me, not comprehending.

I smiled, placed my hand on hers, comforting. I said, “Let the girls practice for another half-hour, then send them to the showers. I’ll meet you in your office then…”

She nodded, and then got up to give instructions to the cheerleaders.

* * * * *

After about forty-five minutes, Monica sent the girls to the showers. Why is it that a female’s sense of time runs slower than a male’s?

In this case, perhaps it was intuition – the timing was perfect…

The girls were in the locker room, disrobing and packing their practice stuff when Coach entered Monica’s office.

After noting that a student – me – was present, he started, “Miss Monica…”

Monica held up her hand. “Please, Coach – Kelly is just as much an adult as you and I. Please call me ‘Monica’ in her presence, and you may discuss adult issues…”

He nodded. “Monica, - umm – I have been – no, I am very interested in you…”

Monica flew into his arms, showering him with kisses.

“Please, Monica – not here. I want to be loving – intimate, even – but I want us to be relaxed and in our own controlled environment…

“Our first time – let it be memorable!”

She looked at him with wide-eyed realization. “You are a romantic!

“I must warn you, though – I have never been with a man. I will need gentle guidance and understanding…”

The Coach smiled. “A young lady recently extended me that same gentle guidance and understanding. I resolved that I would reciprocate –”

“Kelly?” Monica asked.

“Yes,” he replied, apprehensive.

“Don’t worry – I wormed it out of her. I approve…wholeheartedly!”

“Will you join me for dinner? And then, maybe…”

“Yes!”

Monica looked at me. I nodded, and said, “Just introduce me – then go. I promised that I would lock up…”

Monica smiled, gave the Coach a peck, asking him to wait a minute. “I’ll be right back!” she promised.

Monica and I entered the locker room. The girls had just finished packing their warm-up and practice suits and had not yet reached the showers. As we entered, they all stopped – even conversation. The room fell silent.

“Ladies,” began Monica, “I know that you’ve all been curious about this young lady – her name is Kelly. She is, indeed, a lady – and a very intelligent lady at that.

“She wants to talk with you a bit. I suggest that you listen…”

I smiled at the girls, and then turned to Monica. I nodded – she returned to her office, where, after a moment, the lights went out and I knew that she and the Coach had left for the night.

The girls also noted that the office lights had been turned off. I disrobed, so that we were all equally nude. I sat on a bench, Indian style, and indicated the girls to sit on the opposite bench, facing me.

“OK, ladies – there’re not any adult or athoritive figures present. The office has been locked, as had outside entrance to the locker room. We can still exit, but no one can enter without our permission.

“As Miss Monica said, my name is Kelly. I hope to get to know each of you as well. I know that you have been curious about me. I’m curious, too – do you think of me as a threat? A slut, due to the way I dress? As harmless? Or what?”

The girls looked at each other for a moment. Finally, one spoke up. “My name is Jenille – Jen for short. Yes, it’s a bit unusual – most people would call me ‘Janelle’; my parents opted for a different spelling/pronunciation.

“Actually, I think that they did me a favor – I have learned to cope, and, more importantly, to have patience.”

I smiled at her. “My pleasure, Jen. Your parents seem to have an insight that is far reaching – as my parents had demonstrated to me – but not in my name.

“So, what have y’all decided about me?” I asked.

They looked at each other, and then nodded – apparently they trusted me – or their numbers – to be frank.

“Competition?” Jen started. “No. We don’t think that you would be here now if you were competition.

“Harmless? Not sure. We don’t think that you would be here right now if you didn’t have an agenda…

“Slut? No. I – we – think that you have too much respect for yourself to be placed into that category. You may be sexually active – and we believe that you are – but you have pride. A slut lacks pride.

“And finally, ‘or what’?”

Jen smiled. “You tell us…”

I returned her smile. “Very well put, Jen.

“I am not competition; I do not consider myself to be a slut; I am harmless – I just want to help advance people to where they want to be – comfortably. It relieves stress. I do have an agenda – one that includes all of you…

“So, I guess I would fall under the halfway point of ‘Harmless’, as I do have an agenda; and ‘Or what’ as I do have a plan…” I went on to explain…

When I finished, there was silence for a bit.

“Just what do you want to accomplish?” Jen asked.

“A less stressful environment – for both y’all and the football squad. None of you need to live like this…

“How many of you are true virgins?” I asked

All but 3 raised their hands.

“Thanks for your candor,” I said. “Now, how many of you have been with a female? Or have fantasized being with a female?”

Out of the eight girls present, 5 raised their hands.

I smiled. “How many of you have been with yourselves? Have masturbated?”

All raised their hands.

Smiling, I said, “I’ve got’cha! If you have masturbated, you have been with a female.

“Having another woman do you is ten times better than doing yourself!

“May I demonstrate?”

Again, silence for a bit. Then, not giving Jen a chance to answer, they all said, “Yes!”

Two hours later…

Chapter 6

The next day – Friday, game day – the school was again abuzz with rumors concerning the Coach – and Miss Monica – as both seemed to be inseparatable. Wherever they went, they were holding hands, smiling at each other, almost oblivious of the rest of the world.

That night, both Julie and Faith joined me for the game. And was it ever a good game! The lead changed hands several times, but when the final whistle blew, we were ahead – by 10 points!

As the two teams shook hands, Julie, Faith, and I made our way to the aisle where the players would return to the showers. The cheerleaders were still cheering the fans – I’ve never seen them so up! They didn’t want to stop! And, god! were they ever so good that night!

As the football squad jogged toward the showers, they spotted me – and Julie and Faith – as I was waving frantically, blowing them kisses. The all smiled and returned my wave – they knew that they had earned another session with me – but they didn’t know that Julie and Faith would participate…

* * * * *

The following morning, Julie and I picked up Faith. Julie drove, as I can’t put 3 people in my little sports car. She had the top down – as it was still the usual California weather.

Faith was standing at the entrance to her apartment building, waving at the cars that passed that issued a loud wolf-whistle or horn blowing, as the male occupants recognized a thoroughbred when they saw one…

She hopped over the car door into the back seat of the Mustang, which caused her skirt to rise a bit as she sat sideways in the less than ample room a Mustang provides in back. The three of us received more whistles, horn blowing and thumbs-up signs as we made our way to my school. We all smiled – we do appreciate the attention…

The three of us entered Coach’s office, where Monica was sitting in his lap – the Coach’s hand had disappeared up her skirt. He gasped when he saw the three of us, and started to sweat. Monica emitted a low whistle…

“Relax, Coach,” I said. “This is one of my SO’s – Julie, and her sister, Faith.”

He relaxed, while Monica continued to stare appreciatively.

“Coach, why don’t you and Monica take off? I promise to lock up…”

“I would,” he responded, “if I could free my hand from between…”

Monica slapped his arm, while I slapped the other. We all burst into laughter.

“I’ll see the both of you Monday,” I said to their retreating backs. They waved…

When the three of us entered the locker room, the silence hit a lot faster! Jaws opened in astonishment and in appreciation. Towels hit the floor, forgotten.

We strode down the center aisle, stopping at the end. Each of us chose a bench – I knew that I would get the center one – and began to slowly disrobe, folding our clothes purposefully.

I jumped up on my bench, faced the guys, and said, with my arms spread wide open, “Gents, as you can see, I have arrived. I brought with me two of my dearest friends: Julie, one of my SO’s,” Julie smiled and waved.

“And this is Faith – Julie’s sister.” Faith also smiled and waved.

The guys were speechless.

“Gents, I never said that our Saturday meets would just be with me. As you get to know me, you will discover that I am full of surprises – and pleasant ones at that.

“All of you will learn to be on your toes, and to expect the unexpected whenever I’m around…”

“No problem, Kelly,” Jim responded, smiling.

“By the way, have any of you figured out that I’m working on more than just your confidence and self-esteem?” I asked.

Jim responded, again. “Yes, Kelly. You are also working on respect. That topic has been discussed among us this past week.”

I smiled. “Very good, guys – I’m impressed!

“Now, I’m not talking about respect just between you and your partner, I’m also talking about respect for…”

“Our opponents,” interrupted Jim. “I – we – learned that during our last two games. The results were – and they will continue to be – fantastic!”

I smiled at them. “Y’all – you’re worth the effort!

“OK, guys – it’s time to party! Please line up across the way and then count off – 1, 2, and 3!”

When they finished, I said, “Remember your numbers, gents…

“Julie, what is your number?”

“Two,” she replied.

“And Faith?” I asked.

“One.”

I smiled. “If I remember my numbers from pre-school, that would make me number three!

“Alright, gents – line up with your proper number, like last week. You’ll each get a blowjob, and then get to burry your sweet cocks in a very hot pussy. After you have each had your turn, you may return for seconds with the same lady, or switch to another line.

“If y’all will remember, I like it hard and fast – so does Faith. Julie likes it gentle.

“Remember the respect, gents…”

In no time, the locker room filled with the unmistakable sounds of sex: moans, sighs, slapping noises, grunts, squeals, and “Oh, god – ahhhh!”

After two hours, we were all exhausted. After cleaning up, I gathered Julie and Faith together in front of the guys. “Ladies, are you up for next week, too?”

“Fucking A!” they chorused.

I smiled. “Gents, you know what you need to do…”

* * * * *

That afternoon, after stopping for a leisurely lunch, we went to the big party house. There was a major party scheduled for that night.

The five servers greeted us after we entered, as we were disrobing. After the hugs, kisses, and smiles, I asked, “Who is scheduled for tonight?”

Juanita answered, “Teresa and I am.”

I smiled my approval – it was going to be a large party, two servers would be required. And that’s what the host and hosted had also requested. “OK, please – the two of you – go to the cottage, clean up, get a good meal and rest. We’ll make sure that all of the preparations are in place.”

After the two of them left, Clare came to me. “Why don’t the three of you go relax? We’re almost done. Everything is going to schedule.”

I smiled as I placed my hand on her arm. “Thanks, Clare. We’ll do just that. I’ll complete the final check-off later…

“We’ll be down at the pond if you need us,” I finished.

The three of us strolled, arm-in-arm, to the pond, not bothering to put on clothes. We stopped at the grassy knoll overlooking the pond, sat, and started to unwind.

“So,” I started, “what did you two think about this morning’s activities?”

Julie sighed. “I thoroughly enjoyed it – and I’m looking forward to next Saturday. I sure hope that they don’t lose…”

“Me, too,” said Faith. “And I don’t think they will lose – they’re looking forward to next week even more than we are!”

I laughed. “They’re getting better daily – gaining confidence…”

Julie looked at me quizzically. “Did you have anything to do with the Coach and Miss Monica?”

“Who? Me?” I said, feigning innocence.

She laughed, and started to look for something to throw at me. Not finding anything, she said, “I remember you not coming home one evening last week…

“Yes! You, dammit!”

The three of us fell over laughing. “Smart move, Kelly…” Julie said.

Just then I noticed a vaginal excretment running down Julie’s leg – Faith’s pussy was also starting to glisten. Not one to let anything go to waste, I dove into Julie’s lap, cleaning her up, and then settling in for a serious love session.

Faith crawled behind me and started on my own very wet pussy…

Julie arched and squealed – loud! She thoroughly wet my face. As I cleaned her, Faith brought me to climax. I screamed, buried my face sideways in the grass, my fists clutching the grass. I shuddered, and then collapsed.

After a moment, I turned; flipped Faith onto her back, raised her legs so that her toes pointed to the heavens, and started in on her. Julie started to grind her pussy into Faith’s mouth.

I heard a muffled moan, then a muffled squeal. Faith wet my face again. Just then Julie arched, squealed, and wet Faith’s face. We all collapsed together.

As we recuperated, Rick and Ray arrived, unknown to us. They smiled, hastily removed their clothes, and then Rick said, “I think clean-up duties are being called for. What do you think, Ray?”

Us three girls were surprised on hearing Rick’s voice. “I would tend to agree with you, Rick – but I don’t think we’re going to get a confirmation from Kelly right now,” as Ray knelt in front of me and started to clean my pussy – and he didn’t stop when it was clean!

God! Was he good! In no time I had creamed his face. He came up to me, allowing me to clean his face while he prepared his huge cock to enter me. After ensuring that he was well lubricated, he started to give it to me – hard and fast, as he knows that’s how I love it…

“I…

“Fucking…

“Love…

“You!” I screamed as I climaxed

He grunted. “I love you, too!” as he filled my spasming pussy with his love juices.

After we cleaned each other, we sat, cuddled, and watched Rick, Julie, and Faith.

Rick was between Faith’s legs – they were still pointed skyward – and he was pounding her hard! Julie was sitting on Faith’s face again, grinding her pussy in her mouth, but facing Rick. Rick and Julie were lip-locked – passionately!

Rick slammed his huge cock into Faith, burying it to the hilt. He grunted, sending his juices up her love canal. The hot cum brought Faith over the edge – she stiffened, arched her back, and emitted a muffled scream – soaking Rick’s still spasming cock. Faith had her hands on Julie’s thighs, forcing her harder into her mouth. Suddenly, Julie arched and screamed – loud!

Ray and I smiled at each other – then we crawled to them, where I cleaned Rick’s cock. I brought Rick off again as Ray cleaned Faith’s pussy and face. Then Rick cleaned Julie’s pussy.

The five of us were cuddled together when Izzy, Clare, and Bell arrived. They, too, were nude, but, more importantly; they carried two bottles of Merlot and 7 glasses – for the adults. They knew that I didn’t drink, so they had a soda and a water for me.

“May we join you?” Izzy asked. “We think that some of our special cleanup skills may be required…”

“Yes, you may join us, Izzy,” Rick started, “but I don’t think that…”

“What he’s trying to say,” I interrupted, “is that we are fairly clean at the moment. But, we could use some help in getting messy – we wouldn’t want you to not practice your special skills…”

I smiled as they squealed, sat down with us, and passed out the drinks. Rick looked at me. “You did it again,” his eyes said. “You read what was needed…”

I tipped my head to him in acknowledgement.

* * * * *

Dusk was settling in when we finally got up and proceeded to the house. Rick and Ray had to find their clothes – they didn’t know in which direction they were tossed…

I grinned as I watched them – their clothes were in all directions! Having that kind of effect on a man…

“Izzy, if you, Clare, and Bell would take these glasses up to the cottage and clean them, it would be appreciated. Also, please dispose of the wine bottles in the recyclables. We’ll clean up in the showers, and then clean up after ourselves,” I said when we reached the fork to the cottage.

I turned to Rick and Ray. “Who drove here?” I asked.

“I did,” Ray answered.

“Good. If the two of you would catch a ride home with Julie and Faith, I’ll drive your car home after turning the house over to the host and hostess.”

“Sounds like a plan…”

Chapter 7

Monday morning, I parked my car in the senior’s lot. I had to pass the faculty lot on my way to my first class. The Coach’s car was there, but Monica’s was missing. That piqued my curiosity a bit…

On my way to my homeroom, I passed several of the football players and some of the cheerleaders. They all asked if I had seen the Coach – or Miss Monica – since Saturday morning.

“No…”

Each had indicated that they had tried to reach one or the other at different times over the weekend. All were unsuccessful.

I had a few minutes before I needed to report to my homeroom, so I detoured to the gym. I poked my head in, and saw that both the Coach and Miss Monica were in their offices, preparing for their first class. Sighing with relief, I backed out, and continued with my school day.

That afternoon, I took my customary seat in the bleachers to watch the football players practice. The players – and the Coach – all noticed my arrival and waved. I smiled and returned their wave as I prepared my books and notebook to finish my homework.

The cheerleaders came out, followed by Miss Monica. The Coach waved at her and she returned the wave; then they both returned to their duties.

The Coach stopped the practice a few minutes early and waved the players to the showers. “A mandatory meeting follows, in the bleachers, Gents. This will be a joint meeting with the cheerleaders – please have your cheer assignments ready.”

As the players picked up their equipment, the Coach came up and sat next to me. After returning his greeting, I asked, “Some of your players, plus some members of the cheerleading squad told me that they couldn’t find either you or Monica over the weekend. Where were you?”

He smiled. “I have a beach house – I purposefully forgot to install a phone. I turned off my cell, and made sure that Monica’s was off, too…”

I let out a loud laugh! “You are a hopeless romantic! What took you so long?”

“I was waiting for you to reach puberty…”

If the Coach hadn’t of caught me, I would have hurt myself as I fell backwards laughing so hard! “Coach…” I said, tears of laughter running down my face.

He smiled as he held me close. “If I ever have a daughter…”

“Thanks, Coach,” I said, as I placed a hand on the side of his face. “That is the nicest compliment anyone has ever paid to me…

“Now, I’ve got to run and tell Monica to get her girls in the showers – I don’t think that they will be as prompt this time as they were for the last meeting…”

He barked a laugh. “That is so true! You go, girl!

“I’ll bet that the guys will be a bit more patient this time, though…”

“No bet,” I responded, grinning.

* * * * *

After the Coach had collected the results of the cheer assignments, he turned them over to Monica, saying, “I defer to your expertise in this…we’ll sit down and discuss the issue this weekend.” He smiled suggestively at her. Monica blushed profusely.

Before the meeting closed, the Coach said, “Each of you will receive extra credit for completing this assignment – there will not be a grade given. So, whether your suggestions are good or bad, everyone gets the same credit for participating. Both Miss Monica and I appreciate your input!”

The Coach dismissed everyone. As they started to get up, Miss Monica said, “Girls, if y’all would stay a few moments, please…”

The girls sat down. After the players and the Coach had left, she said, “Girls, tomorrow’s practice will be a bit different. We’ll meet in the locker room, with Kelly…”

* * * * *

Tuesday, I made sure that I had completed all of my homework assignments and my studying by the end of the school day. I met Monica in her office…

Monica smiled her greeting. “Thanks for coming, Kelly. I appreciate it.

“A few weeks ago, I asked you to join my squad. You replied that you would, but not in the manner in which I anticipated.

“I’m asking again, but this time not in the manner that you anticipate…

“Kelly, will you join me – as my assistant?”

I stared at her, shocked. “Monica, I know nothing about cheerleading…”

“That may be true,” she started, “but you are a good observer, and a quick learner.

“While I know cheers, and how to do them, complete with the acrobatics, you know how to instill confidence and self-esteem. In my opinion, confidence and self-esteem is much more important than the mechanics of leading cheers.

“You have been with my squad – unofficially – for about a week and a half. Already, this school and the school we played last Friday night are abuzz with the enthusiasm shown by my squad.

“That recognition and the enthusiasm has prompted me to apply for the Northern California Cheerleading Championships,” as she motioned toward a folder on her desk. “This could go on to the State Championship, and then National.

“Will you help?” she asked.

“I’m honored,” was all I could say.

She smiled. “I knew that I could count on you…

“C’mon, let’s start the meeting with the girls…”

“OK, but I want to conduct this meeting. I will need you in the background, though – I have a feeling…”

Monica looked at me, and then nodded. “I’m going to trust your feelings…”

* * * * *

As Monica and I entered the locker room, it became quiet. The girls were dressed in their street clothes, so I remained in mine. As I sat on my bench, the girls automatically sat on the opposite bench facing me. Monica was behind me, her hands on my shoulders…

“Ladies,” she began, “Kelly has agreed to be my assistant. I think that her skills will greatly enhance what we want to accomplish – not only for the football team, but also for our own squad…

“I now turn this meeting over to her.”

The girls applauded.

I smiled. “Thanks, Ladies…

“Having your approval is more than 50% of the battle. It means that we can work together…

“By now, I hope that you can see what we can accomplish – I’m sure that your friends have been all over you with congratulations and such.”

They all nodded.

“Miss Monica has confided in me that she is applying for the Northern California Cheerleading Championships. She wouldn’t do that if she didn’t have the confidence in each of you individually, and in each of you as a team.

“I agree with her – we CAN win!”

Tears were running down each face as they turned toward Miss Monica and smiled their thanks. “We’ll do our best, giving you our all…”

Monica waved them off, not trusting herself to be strong, as her own eyes were misting over.

The girls returned their attention to me.

I smiled. “The next thing on our agenda is the football team. You’ve all seen what I can accomplish – are each of you in with my plan?”

There was a resounding “Yes!” from all of the girls – all but one. She sat with her head down, tears running down her face. I got up and went to her, kneeling in front of her.

“What is it, Hon?” I asked.

“I don’t think I can do this…I – I’m not attracted to boys!” she blurted.

I took her into my arms, comforting her. As she calmed down, I brought her over to my seat, where she sat with me, her face buried in my shoulder. Monica had taken a few steps toward us, and then had stopped, as she realized that I might have the situation under control.

“What is your name?” I asked.

“Stephanie – Steph, for short,” she replied. She took a big breath. “I want to – so much! – to do this, to support my friends, the squad, and the football players. I just don’t know what I can do…” she implored. “I don’t want to lose my friends!”

As I held her tight, one girl got up and knelt before us. “Steph,” she began, “you and I have been friends since – what? – preschool? I suspected long ago that you weren’t attracted to the boys – you never gushed about any of them, while I did. You listened. I appreciated that then, and even more so now. 

“I couldn’t ask for a better friend. I mean that. You will NOT lose me as a friend – and I don’t think any one in this room will abandon you…”

Steph looked up as all of the girls got up and encircled her. She burst out crying again with the show of support.

“Steph,” I started, “please go with Miss Monica – talk with her. She understands – even more than what you may suspect. Trust her…”

Monica came forward and extended her hand. Steph took it…

As Monica led Steph to her office, I faced the rest of the girls. “Ladies, I hope that I don’t need to remind you that whatever is said or revealed in this room, stays in this room?”

They all nodded, and then looked toward Miss Monica’s office.

“Don’t worry – she’s in good hands…

“Ladies, let’s continue this tomorrow. Meanwhile, try to think of ways that Steph can help – she does want to, you know…”

They nodded and started to get up to leave. I looked at Stehp’s friend. “Can you stay for a few minutes?”

She sat back down.

“What’s your name?” I asked.

“Pat,” she replied.

“Thanks for standing up for Steph – it meant a lot to her.”

“I meant it, too…”

“I know you did – and so did everyone else.

“Let’s wait for Steph and Miss Monica – I think Steph will need a friend to walk home with her…”

* * * * *

Pat and I got to know each other better during the 30 minutes we waited for Steph and Miss Monica. When the office door finally opened and they stepped out, Steph looked around, spotting Pat. She ran to her, practically jumping in her arms.

“Thank god! Thank you so much for waiting – I need you!”

Monica and I stood by, side by side, with our arms around each other, smiling.

“Pat, Miss Monica wants me to tell my parents. I can do that, but I would like you there, for moral support. Will you come home with me, have dinner, and spend the night?”

“Of course. I would love to. I just need to call my mom…”

As I handed my cell to Pat, Steph asked if I, too, could come for dinner.

“I would love to, Steph, but I think that you and your parents need to have a heart-to-heart talk. That wouldn’t happen if I was there – they don’t know me. I will take a rain check, though,” I said, smiling.

Pat had gone off a few steps – she wanted a semi-private conversation with her mom. All of a sudden, she became quite animated, then she disconnected.

Returning to us, she said, “Steph, I can come over for tonight. My mom had no problem with that. But – she knew!”

Steph gasped. “You didn’t tell her?”

“No!” Pat responded. “You know me better than that! I didn’t say that she ‘knows,’ I said that she ‘knew!’

“I simply told her that you had had a trying day and had spent some time talking with Miss Monica. She asked me if you were finally coming out of the closet…”

Steph simply stared at her.

“Steph, you know how my parents feel about you – it’s the same as what your parents feel about me. Our parents think of the two of us as if we were their own. God help anyone who tries to separate us…”

“Steph,” Miss Monica started, “Remember when Pat told you that she had suspected for some time? Apparently, your best friend’s mother also suspected. Who knows you better than your best friend and her mother?

“I’m betting that your parents also know. They’re just waiting for you to come to them…”

 Chapter 8

After my final class on Wednesday, I hurried to Monica’s office – I wanted to be there before the rest of the girls.

After exchanging greetings, Monica asked, “Have you seen Steph or Pat today?”

“No. But I know that they are here…

“Monica, I hurried over for another reason – I want to ask you and Coach for dinner and desert tomorrow night, at my place. Will you come?”

She smiled. “If I come, will I cum?”

I grinned. “I’ll guarantee that – in fact, I have a surprise for you – no, two surprises!”

“OK. I love surprises. I’ll need to find the Coach and let him know. What should we wear?”

I grinned again. “Wear or bring what you want to wear to work on Friday – our deserts tend to last well into the night. I’m betting that the two of you will want to spend the night with us…”

She smiled, and then hurried off to find the Coach. I went into the locker room, to find most of the girls already there.

Greeting them, I looked around for Pat or Steph, not finding them. Just then, they entered together, holding hands and happy as larks.

I smiled my greeting to them as they took their places on the bench. I stood before the girls and started to slowly remove my clothes. The girls instantly knew that today’s session would be a ‘special’ session. They couldn’t remove their clothes fast enough – in no time, the locker room resembled their own bedrooms – clothes strewn all over!

I noted that several of the girls apparently had liked my shaved pussy – most of them had either shaved completely or had done some enterprising trim jobs. I acknowledged their beautiful efforts with a nod of my head.

I sat down, straddling my bench. “Steph,” I said…

She came to me and sat down, also straddling the bench, with her back to me. She leaned back, against my breasts, which allowed me to hold her tightly.

“How did last night go?” I asked.

She sighed. “Miss Monica was right – my parents did know. In fact, they had been attending a support group – Parents of Gay and Lesbian Teens – for some time. They want me to go with them to the next meeting…”

I gave her a slight squeeze. “You are lucky to have such wonderful and understanding parents.”

“I know…”

“OK, let’s get the main purpose of this meeting done. Steph, did you come up with any ideas on how you can be involved with our plan?”

“No. I must confess that I didn’t dwell on it very much – I was quite busy with my parents and Pat last night.” She looked at me. “I DO want to help…”

“I know you do, Sweetie. But I, too, drew a blank last night.” I looked at the rest of the girls. “Did any of you come up with anything?”

After a moment, one girl timidly raised her hand. “Yes?” I asked.

She smiled. “How about ‘clean-up’ duty?”

“Clean-up?” came from Steph.

I knew immediately what the girl meant. “That’s a good suggestion.

“Steph, have you ever fantasized about the taste of semen?”

“Well, yes – but I don’t think I could bring myself to bring a male off properly in order to taste…”

That brought a chuckle from me. “How about if you got to taste it from a pussy – with it mixed with some wonderful pussy juice?”

Realization hit her. “Yesss!”

“Girls?” I queried.

They all gave their approval. Steph whirled around to me, giving me a kiss full on the lips. She then stood and faced the girls. Looking at the girl who made the suggestion, she said, “Thank you. That is a wonderful idea!

“And thanks to all of you – for supporting me so. I’ll never forget it…” She went to sit down with Pat.

Just then, Miss Monica entered, nude. As she made her way to the back of the room, she gave me the thumbs up sign. I nodded my understanding.

“OK, girls – let’s plan how we are going to do this.” I explained that I didn’t want to introduce them to the football players until the Saturday after the first playoff game – if they won. It was to be a surprise. I then gave them a synopsis of what Julie, Faith, and I have been doing the past few weeks.

“It’s sorta like a gang-bang – you know: ‘bang, bang, thank you, ma’am’. To be honest, I haven’t really enjoyed it. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I have gotten off several times, it’s just that there isn’t any feeling in it.” I grinned at them. “It was a fantasy of mine, though – to do a football team…”

They chuckled as I asked, “Do any of you have any suggestions? As several of you are virgins, and are willing to give up your cherries ‘for the cause’, if you will, I don’t want any of you walking away feeling like you have been used.”

The girls all shook their heads. Miss Monica raised her hand.

“Yes, Miss Monica?”

At that, the girls whirled around and gasped when they realized that Miss Monica was in the room – and nude! She smiled at them.

“Surely none of you thought that I was sexless?” she asked, smiling.

“I do have an idea – one that can be expanded upon. It’s open for discussion.

“I really don’t know how we are going to handle the virgins, but how about we let the girls choose the boys they want to be with? One boy at a time?”

I sat and thought about that for a moment. “That could work – if we promise to make sure that all of the boys got off. Also, that would make it easier for Steph to do her clean-up duties – she’s gonna be running around trying to make all the girls happy…”

Steph grinned widely, rubbing her hands together and saying, “Mmmmmmmm!”

The room burst into chuckles.

“To be truthful, Miss Monica, that is a damn good idea! It leads me to a way we can utilize the virgins without them getting hurt or otherwise being unfulfilled.

“How about we set up a corner of the locker room with cots and stuff, and then let the virgins choose who they want to give their cherries to. That boy will be their only partner for the day. Miss Monica can supervise the area to ensure that nothing happens that would destroy the ‘mood.’”

I looked around as the girls thought it out. They slowly started to nod their heads, liking the ideas.

“OK, girls. Take the ideas home with you, and expand on them. The virgins can discuss which boys they want to give their cherries to, we don’t want any jealously or two girls picking the same boy, etc.

“Oh, and Ladies, Jim will be unavailable for sharing that day – as well as I will be…”

“Steph, you are one of the virgins. I’m asking who do you want to give your cherry to?”

She looked at me with horror. I smiled at her and arched an eyebrow. She slowly started to realize that she was to give up her cherry today to someone special – in this room. There were no males present. She smiled.

“Miss Monica.”

I smiled my approval. “Miss Monica, do you accept?” I knew that the only person in this room who could get a cherry was Monica.

She smiled and extended her hand to Steph. “Let’s go to my office.”

As the door closed behind them I said, “OK, girls – let’s get down to brass tacks. Pat?”

She flew across the room to me, knocking me on my back. She straddled my face, firmly planting her freshly trimmed bush on my mouth, my tongue eagerly lapping at her already excreting juices. She busied herself on my shaved pussy…

The rest of the girls paired off.

Within 15 minutes, we all could hear the sounds of passionate moaning from Miss Monica’s office. All of a sudden there was a loud yelp! Monica had claimed her cherry. A few moments later, the moaning started up again, only more intense. Then there was a piercing squeal – Steph had climaxed.

Just then, Pat and I both squealed – I arched my back, trying to force more of my clit into Pat’s mouth. We thoroughly wet each other.

Squeals were being heard from the other couples. Partners were being changed. Then loud moaning was again heard from Miss Monica’s office – only this time, it was Miss Monica doing the moaning. Another squeal! The door opened and Miss Monica and Steph headed toward the showers, where they lovingly washed each other off.

The rest of us were still busy with our faces buried in sweet pussy.

Monica and Steph had dried each other off, and then had sat on an empty bench, watching us. Monica was holding Steph tightly, whispering in her ear. Steph was smiling – obviously in heaven.

After an hour, we were all exhausted. We showered before returning to our homes.

Chapter 9

Thursday after school, I took my customary place in the bleachers, watching the football team finalize their skirmishes and defense for tomorrow night. They looked invincible.

When the Coach spotted me, he gave me the thumbs up sign. I nodded my understanding and held up six fingers. He waved his understanding and returned to his players while I wandered down to where the girls were practicing their cheers.

This time I went down to the playing field, with the cheerleading squad. Monica came up to me. After exchanging greetings, she asked, “What time would you like us at your door?”

“I just told the Coach that six would be perfect. Is that alright with you?”

“Yes. We’ll be there…”

I smiled and took my leave – I would need to prepare. I called Faith and invited her, too. “Wild horses couldn’t keep me away!” she responded.

Last night, when I was telling Julie about my invitation, she had volunteered to do the cooking and cleaning so that I could entertain the guests. I had given her a special kiss, in a special place later that night…

I had also explained that, although I was at least 75% sure that it would be OK; that we should remain dressed throughout dinner. Besides, I didn’t want Monica to spot her surprises until they were completely ready – much more effective that way…

Julie had pouted a bit at that, but she agreed. “We can wear our tube tops and miniskirts,” she compromised.

I smiled. “Exactly.”

* * * * *

The Coach and Monica arrived right on time. They were wearing casual clothes, which would also be suitable for work. I let them in, sat them down, each with a glass of Merlot with Julie. We made small talk until Faith arrived, breathless.

“Sorry I’m a bit late! Couldn’t get off of the phone…”

“S’ok, Rick and Ray are still out and about, too,” I responded.

“Y’know, Faith, I can’t help but notice the resemblance between you and Julie…” Monica noted.

Faith laughed. “Yes, we are sisters – something that neither one of us were aware of until a couple of months ago…”

Julie went on to tell the story. When she finished, Monica and the Coach were both surprised. “My god! Fate really had a hand in this…”

“That’s what we believe, too,” Faith said.

Just then, the door opened and both Rick and Ray entered. “Look who I found in the parking garage!” Rick exclaimed.

“Ha!” came from Ray. “I found you – rooting around in the garbage! I took you in because I felt sorry for you…”

Laughing, I introduced them to the Coach and Monica. I noted Monica’s eyebrows were again arched as she looked from one to the other, chuckling at their antics.

“Yes, Monica – they are brothers – and have been aware of each other’s existence since Ray was born…”

Julie rose. “If you will excuse me, I have some final preparations to do – dinner will be ready in about 20 minutes…”

“Do you need any help?” Monica asked.

“No, thank you. Everything is under control – I love cooking.”

As Rick and Ray got to know the Coach and Monica, I poured them a glass of wine. As I gave the wine to them, I gave each a passionate kiss – I don’t know what it is with the two of them, but both of their free hands found their way to my mound.

“If’n you don’t stop that, I’m gonna make a mess right here – before dinner!”

The Coach laughed. “I don’t see anything wrong with that…”

“Me neither,” came from Monica, smiling.

I gave them each a baleful look. “Thanks for the help…” I grinned.

Monica asked Rick about his business. Rick looked at me, and I nodded. With a smile, Rick went on to explain what we do – and why. Rick continued his story after Julie called us to the table, all the while Monica’s eyes widened.

When Rick finished, Monica turned to the Coach, “We must talk about this this weekend…I didn’t know organizations like this existed! A fantasy of mine…” she finished.

The Coach looked at her. “I don’t know, Honey. We have to talk about the cheers – I’ve allotted all of 15 minutes this weekend to just that. The rest of the time as been allotted to…”

Monica punched his shoulder. The Coach feigned pain, trying hard to suppress a grin.

The rest of us burst into laughter. Rick said, “The two of you were made for each other. How’d you get together?”

“I reached puberty,” I deadpanned.

The Coach almost fell out of his chair, laughing. The rest looked at me, bewildered. I finally lost control and burst out laughing with the Coach. Everyone else wiped their mouths with their napkins and sat back – waiting for an explanation.

After regaining control, I went on to explain – how I discovered that the players were playing for me, how I earned the trust of the cheerleaders and Monica, and how I helped with the Coach’s insecurity. I finished with the Coach’s comment in the stands this past Monday.

Amid chuckles, Rick shook his head. “Kelly as proven herself to be indispensable – not only to those of us who love her, but also to Rick’s Entertainment. She has this uncanny ability to recognize when something is needed, to identify that something, and then to implement that something so that it appears to be everyone’s idea. I keep teasing her about hiding a MBA somewhere in her resume…”

I blushed. “Rick…”

“Don’t ‘Rick’ me! Ray, Julie, Faith, and I have all seen this – along with several other folks you have helped – namely: Belle, Clare, Teresa, Julie’s father. I’m sure that the list goes on and on…

“To be perfectly honest, all of us are proud of you!”

A tear escaped from my eye. Coach, recognizing that I needed the attention to be turned away from me, asked, “Ray, what is your involvement with Rick’s Entertainment?”

He smiled. “I’m not officially involved, nor am I an employee.

“I’m studying for my Masters in accounting – plus I work full time as a financial consultant. I do give financial advice, along with business tips to my brother in regards to the business.

“It’s important to note that both Rick and Julie were millionaires before hooking up together. That union has helped to produce one of the strongest national organizations specializing in what Rick’s Entertainment is all about.

“Kelly, on the other hand, has earned her millionaire status within the past 8 months or so.

“I provide personal financial services to my brother, Julie, Kelly, and I just added Faith to my list of personal clients. It’s easy to see that I am choosey – my personal clients are those that I love.”

Both Coach and Monica gasped when they heard that I was a millionaire in my own right.

That gasp went unheard by both Julie and me – neither one of us failed to notice the implication Ray mentioned: ‘my clients are those that I love.’ Both Julie and I looked at Faith, and then at Ray.

Faith caught the looks, and went to Ray, raising him up. “Come,” she said. “It’s happening sooner than we had expected.”

He nodded. They both came to me, kneeling on each side. By this time tears were streaming down my face.

“Kelly,” began Faith, as she wiped away my tears. “I’m asking to join you and Ray – I love you both, as I love Julie and Rick. Ray loves you, too. We all recognize that. Can we share relationships – as you, Julie, and Rick – do?”

My arms went around the two of them immediately. “YES!” as I hugged them tightly.

Another SO. I’m going to have to get a Palm Pilot or a BlackBerry to keep up…

Rick started chuckling. After Julie, Faith, and I had given him a look, he smiled. “You’ve all heard of the new room builders are putting in houses? Instead of a separate living room and a family room, they’re combining the rooms and now call them a ‘great room.’ Well, I’m going to have to build a ‘great bedroom’!”

All of us burst into laughter, with tears – happy tears – rolling down our faces.

* * * * *

Ray got up. “Julie, that was an excellent dinner – you outdid yourself again!
 
“Ladies, why don’t you all take Coach into the bedroom – get comfortable. Rick and I will rinse the dishes, along with the pots and pans. We’ll join you shortly – a word of warning, though…

“Be ready for desert!”

We took his advice. The Coach had never been in the company of four beautiful, naked ladies before – he started to sweat. Monica and I each took a hand, and calmed him down.

“You can do this,” I whispered, smiling.

As I held him, Monica slowly stroked his cock. “Monica, I love you,” he said.

“As I love you, too,” she whispered back.

He smiled, content.

Rick and Ray entered the bedroom, and started to remove their clothes. I stopped them – “I promised Monica two surprises. Please, one at a time…”

Rick and Ray looked at each other, with Ray nodding for Rick to go first. He smiled.

Rick turned around and finished removing his clothes. He straightened up, and then suddenly turned around, with his huge cock pointing straight up in the air.

Monica almost fainted. “Oh, my god!” she exclaimed.

Rick came to her and she started to reverently play with his cock. While Ray started to remove his clothes, I sidled over. “Monica, I haven’t told Julie or Faith about you. Understand?”

She nodded, and smiled.

Just then, Ray turned and she caught sight of him. “OH! My fucking god!

“There ain’t no way I’m going home tonight!”

After forty-five minutes, Monica had turned Rick and Ray every way but loose. Multiple orgasms mounted, while the Coach had busied himself with Julie and Faith.

“Sisters! A fantasy come true! God!” he exclaimed.

I smiled as I lapped up various juices from the participants. “It’s working,” I thought to myself!

As we rested, I got another glass of wine for the adults, and a bottled water for me.

Monica asked of me, “You don’t drink?”

“No,” I answered. “Well, I have had wine and champagne – but only on special occasions. I don’t usually imbibe…”

Monica smiled her approval. “Julie,” she said.

Julie came over, “Yes?”

“I have a gift for you – in thanks for the wonderful dinner you provided, and for Kelly…”

Julie smiled at her as Monica spread Julie’s legs and went down on her. I, in turn, straddled Julies face, planting my very wet pussy over her mouth.

I was thoroughly enjoying Julie’s administrations when she suddenly stiffened, ceasing her tongue activity. I immediately knew what she was experiencing. I climbed off of her – her eyes where wide. “What? What the…? What’s she doing? How?”

I cradled Julie’s head in my lap. “You and Rick aren’t the only ones that can provide a surprise,” I said, referring to past encounters in regards to Ray. I smiled.

Julie began thrusting her pelvis to Monica – suddenly oblivious to anything around her.

“Oh!”

“My!”

“Fucking!”

“God!”

Julie screamed, as she experienced the most violent orgasm she had ever encountered.

Julie collapsed, obviously in complete content.

Faith looked at Julie, and then to Monica.

Monica smiled. “You’re next,” she said.

Faith couldn’t spread herself wide enough, fast enough. Fifteen minutes later, Faith was as responsive as a jellyfish. She was drooling, she was so content.

I smiled. “Got’cha” I said. “Payback can be a bitch, sometimes. But it can be a wonderful experience – no matter which way it goes!”

* * * * *

Monica, the Coach, and I barely made it to our first classes Friday morning…

Chapter 10

Rick, Ray, Julie, and Faith all joined me for the game Friday night. We took control early on and easily won. Rick and Ray were impressed with some of the plays the Coach had our guys doing, and with the play of the players.

“The Coach is good,” Rick said. “He has them doing plays that some college teams would have trouble with…and the players…”

“Yes,” responded Ray. “They are good. And have you noticed the cheerleaders?”

Rick punched his arm. “Of course I have, you nitwit! How could I not?” he said, smiling. “Monica is very good with them,” he added, trying to cover his ass as Julie gave him a look.

Faith and I started to chuckle, Ray joined in, and finally, so did Rick and Julie.

“Men! You’re all alike!” came from Julie.

“No, we’re not,” Ray said, smiling. “There are some minute differences, and some that can be measured in inches…”

Julie tried to reach him, but he was just out of reach. We were all laughing.

Ray turned to me, with a serious look on his face. “Kelly, didn’t you tell us that Monica entered the girls in the National Cheerleading Championships?”

“Yes, she did. But it is expensive – several cheerleading outfits need to be made – in our school colors, naturally, – travel expenses, etc.

“Monica is trying to raise the money, planning bake sales, carwashes and stuff. She’s working hard, she wants this for the girls so much…”

Rick and Ray looked at each other, and then nodded. I knew what had just transpired between them.

“Thanks, guys – it will mean so much to the girls…”

“I have a few things to finalize first, so please don’t tell them until next week,” Ray said.

I nodded my understanding, and somehow I had also communicated that special things will be coming their way tonight…

* * * * *

Julie, Faith, and I arrived a bit early at the gym the following morning. As we walked in, the Coach was proudly showing the game film to the players. “And would you look at this! I’m so proud of you guys – there are college teams that fail to execute that play properly!”

“Funny – Rick and Ray were discussing that very same topic last night,” I said, surprising everyone with our arrival.

The Coach whirled around to us. “Kelly! Julie! Faith!” he said, as he hurried to me, taking my hands. The players had stood up and were cheering and applauding.

“Do you want to take over the meeting now?” the Coach asked.

“No way. What you are doing is important. We’ll just sit back here and watch until you are done.

“Oh, and Coach? Are you and Monica planning a trip to the beach this weekend?”

“Yes, we are…we’re hoping that you will let us leave a bit early…”

I smiled at his obvious antsyness. “Here, please take this,” I said, handing him a manila envelope. “You and Monica may want to discuss the contents.”

His eyes widened. “Is this what I think it is? An application?”

“Yes…”

He smiled. “Monica will be ecstatic. Thank you…”

He went back to the projector and started the film. He finished within 15 minutes. As he stood before the players, he said, “All-in-all, guys – I’m real proud of you. If you all keep playing like this, we will take the State Championship!

“And I hope that y’all have taken notice of how hard the cheerleaders are working. They’re working for you! Miss Monica has entered the squad in the National Championships – but she needs resources. I’m hoping that each of you will volunteer to help them…”

Jim stood up. “We’ll be there for them, Coach!”

The coach nodded. “Thanks. I’m now turning this meeting over to the three ladies in back. I hope that I won’t have to bust some heads Monday morning…”

Jim, still standing, said, “Not to worry, Coach. You and Miss Monica have a good weekend – none of us will bother the two of you. I’m sure that these ladies will bust some small heads of their own, if need be…” He grinned.

Jim is going to learn not to crack a joke with the Coach – especially when he has a football in his hand. He threw it at Jim – hard – almost knocking him over. Jim did catch it, though – and then spiraled it straight up in the air, catching it again when it came down.

The Coach stared at him. “Come see me Monday, just before practice. I’m thinking that we may have mis-positioned you…”

* * * * *

The boys were completely nude before the three of us reached our benches. We slowly removed our clothes, and then I stood on my bench, facing the guys.

“We’re all proud of you. The Coach is right. If y’all keep playing like you are, the State will happen!

“I’m – we are – also happy that you all volunteered to help the cheerleaders raise money to reach their goal. As you all know, I am Miss Monica’s assistant. As such, I will be supervising a carwash next Sunday here at the school – giving the Coach and Miss Monica the needed time off.”

The boys all applauded as I grinned.

“Guys, we know that you will have earned a playoff berth well before the end of the season. But you will need to continue winning – for one thing, the more wins, the more advantages you earn, like a bye week, or home field advantage – not to mention instilling fear in the hearts of your opponents…

“More importantly, going in after a win is always easier than going in after a loss…

“Understand?”

They all nodded somberly. I didn’t have any doubts that they wouldn’t play their hearts out.

“One more thing, guys – win the first playoff game – we’ll have a special surprise for you the following morning…

“Need I say more?”

“Nooo!” was heard from all corners.

“Let’s get started, then,” as I hopped down, turned around and straddled my bench, shaking my booty. “What?! No one’s here yet?”

* * * * *

Nothing major happened the following week, with the exception that Monica handed me the completed application I had given Coach last Saturday. She smiled her appreciation.

“It’s OK that I digitize this, indicating that yours and the Coach’s signatures are on file?” I asked.

“Of course.”

I nodded. “Monica, you have a carwash planned for this Sunday. I want cover it for you, giving you and Coach the weekend off. OK?”

Ray had indicated to me that what he needed to do had been finalized, and both he and Rick had asked to remain anonymous for the donation. Monica knew them, and would recognize either one immediately if they showed up at the car wash. With my being there, I could protect them, as no one else would know who they were…

Monica immediately hugged me. “Oh, god! Kelly! Thank you! That means so much to me! If I ever have a daughter…”

“The Coach has already used that line – it won’t work for you,” I teased. She had no idea what my ulterior motive was in wanting to do the car wash this Sunday…

* * * * *

The Monday after the car wash, Monica looked me up, finding me between my fourth and fifth period classes.

“Kelly, I have these two certified checks that came with the carwash receipts. The two of them, together, more than cover what our expenses would be for the National Cheerleading Championships. The rest of the receipts are pure gravy.”

She looked at me. “These came from you, didn’t they? You know that I can’t accept them…”

I took the checks from her, looking them over carefully. I handed them back to Monica. “These are not from me, Monica. And if they were, why couldn’t you accept them?”

“I – I just couldn’t!”

I smiled at her. “Not good enough. However, rest assured that they are not my checks, nor do they represent any of my personal funds.

“However, I do know that there are two handsome, well-endowed gents riding around town today with very clean cars…” as I turned and walked off. I stole a glance back, and smiled as I saw Monica’s jaw on the pavement…

* * * * *

The football team finished the season, winning all of the remaining games.

Chapter 11

The Saturday after the first playoff game, Julie, Faith, and I looked through the Coach’s door – the boys were in the locker room, whooping it up. They had won – easily – last night.

The Coach, Miss Monica, all of the girls, along with Julie, Faith, and myself, were crowded in the small office. The girls were wrapped in towels, the rest of us were dressed normally.

I stood back. “OK, here’s how it will go: Julie, Faith and I will enter as we usually do. However, we won’t remove our clothes – until later. I’ll give my welcoming speech, which will include a reference to a surprise.

“When I raise my right hand, I want you, Coach, and Miss Monica, to make your entrance – nude. I’ll explain your involvement – in general terms, so as to not give away the surprise.”

I looked at the girls. “When I raise both hands, I want you to all enter, unwrapping yourselves – slowly! – as you make your way down the aisle. The four virgins, I want you to line up in front of me, facing the boys.

“I assume that you have all come to an agreement as to who you want to be with today? I’m also assuming that it will be with your boyfriends,” I finished.

The four of them looked at each other, and then Jen looked at me boldly. “Yes, we have – and, yes, it is,” Jen said, as she looked at both the Coach and Miss Monica. “We know that we’re not to associate with the players, but…”

Both the Coach and Miss Monica waved her off. “Don’t worry about it…”

I smiled. “OK, that’s settled.

“The rest of you, Ladies, I want you to line up beside me, two on each side of my bench.”

I looked at each girl seriously. “Are each of you sure that you want to go through with this?”

“Yes!” And each of them came to me to give me a hug, expressing their thanks.

I was a bit overwhelmed – all of the girls were placing their trust in me. As my eyes misted over, both Julie and Faith came to me, offering words and gestures of encouragement.

“Not only can you do this, you have done it! Now, go, Girl!”

Blinking away my tears, I smiled. “Thanks – to everyone in this room!”

I turned and made my entrance, with Julie and Faith slightly behind me, one on each side. I stopped on reaching the back end of the benches, and then proceeded down the center aisle. I hopped up on my center bench – both Julie and Faith hopped up on theirs. We faced the boys, who were completely aghast at our method of entering. They immediately lined up, ready to call out their numbers.

I smiled as I held out my arms toward them. “Gents, I – we – can’t express how proud we are of each of you. I promised a reward, and a surprise – I am ready to deliver. Today will be different – for one thing, break out of that line! Numbers are irrelevant today.”

I waited as the boys realized that I meant what I said, and grouped together. “For one thing, there will be several different ‘exercises’ – ones that will require supervision,” I said, as I raised my right hand. The Coach and Miss Monica made their entrance – holding hands, and nude. They made their way to stand just in front of me, but a bit to my right.

I nodded to both Julie and Faith – we all started to slowly remove our clothes and place them on our benches. The players were looking bewildered.

“OK,” I said, “For starters, the Coach and Miss Monica are unavailable. Their involvement today will become clear in a few moments. I, too, am unavailable…”

I waited for the expected gasps of disappointment to subside. I smiled. “You will not be disappointed,” I promised.

“In addition, one of you will be unavailable today,” I waited for that surprise to pass.

“Jim…”

Jim’s face showed that he was totally surprised – then he realized that just maybe he might get something better – he is quick…

“Jim, will you come to me, please?”

He approached me to stand just in front, looking up.

“Jim, I want to make love with you. Will you make love with me? One on one?”

“God! You don’t know how hard I’ve been wracking my brain trying to figure out how that could be arranged. Yes!”

I motioned for him to sit in front of me, smiling. He leaned back against my legs, and looked up. “Mercy! What a view!”

I smiled in appreciation and spread my feet as far as I could on the bench, offering the best view I could muster at the time.

I looked at the rest of the team – they were green with jealousy. “Not to worry, Gents – I promised – and I deliver!” as I raised both hands.

Jen pushed opened the door to the Coach’s office – all eight girls entered the locker room, still wrapped in their towels – and lined up, four on each side of my bench. The four virgins were the first two in each line. They paused a moment for effect, and then started down the aisle – performing a step, stop, step, stop – the wedding walk.

I smiled at their innovation.

By the time the girls had reached their positions, they were completely unwrapped, but holding their towels in front of them – smiling coyly. The boys, when they recovered, finally started to breathe. Every one of them had a raging hard-on.

I waited a moment. Finally they looked at me, waiting for instructions.

I nodded my head, “Yes, Gents – there are instructions.

“First, and foremost – I want you all to remember the main thing I taught throughout the season: Respect! These young ladies are putting their reputations on the line – for you! They are taking a tremendous first step – and a risk. Nothing that you see or hear in this room is to leave this room!

“Does everyone understand?”

As the boys nodded and chorused, “Yes!”, Julie spoke. “If word of this were to ever get out, the resulting fallout and consequences would be damaging to all of us – to each of you, each of the girls, to Coach and Miss Monica, and to Kelly, Faith, and myself – not to mention to the school and your football program,” as she raised both of her arms to include the entire campus.

The boys definitely were somber as one spoke up, “We understand, Julie.” He smiled. “We all really appreciate what all of you have done – and are doing! – for us.”

Satisfied, I continued. “Ladies…” The girls all dropped their towels. There was an audible gasp – the girls definitely had their attention.

“Gents, in the past, we have worked this out gang-bang style. It’s been sorta impersonal. Today, it’s going to be much more meaningful…

“The four ladies in front of me are virgins. They will each pick one of you to be their partner for the duration of today. I’m sure that each of you will understand the reasoning behind that. Miss Monica will take this group to a private area that we have set up – she will explain the facts of life, if you will, and supervise. I hope that the four boys that these girls honor will remember that one word: respect.

“Ladies…”

One by one, the four of them went into the group of boys, mingling, smiling at them, and finally picking their choice, leading him back to stand in front of me. The boys were standing behind their girls, holding them and gently nuzzling their neck and ears. The girls arched their backs, and reached over their heads with one hand, gently stroking their boyfriends’ faces.

I smiled – these girls had made good choices. “Miss Monica…”

Monica smiled at me, her eyes saying, “Good job!” as she led her group to the private area.

“OK, Gents – each of the remaining ladies will choose one of you to join them. After you have finished, please rejoin your group. When the lady is ready, she will choose another. Each of you will get a chance to ‘dip your wick,’ so to speak.

“Another thing: all of us ladies are bi, with one of us being a full lesbian. Don’t be surprised if you see some of the ladies pairing off themselves. And, if any of you gents are so inclined, just do it! I think that everyone in this room understands…”

One gent piped up, “What’s the Coach’s role?”

I smiled. “He’s making sure that jealousy’s green head stays where it belongs – up it’s ass!”

The room burst into laughter.

* * * * *

I hopped down from the bench and went around to stand in front of Jim, who was still sitting. He reached around me, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulled me forward, planting a kiss right on my slippery and hairless pussy.

I held him there for a moment, and then pulled him off. “Come with me to a private area – I’m betting that you have a few surprises for me…”

He grinned. “You can bet that I do!” as he got up and followed my shapely ass to my corner.

He started by kissing my ears, working his way down: tongue wrestling, the nape of my neck, the valley between my breasts, my nips (thank god!), down my tummy, where he spent some time with my navel. He then started to go lower, and then surprised me by not diving into an already very wet and dripping pussy. Instead, he worked his way down one leg, licking and kissing my foot, and then worked his way up the other leg. By the time he reached the junction to The Promised Land, I was ready to do whatever he wanted. Instead, he slowed down. Although he was still working me, he allowed me to calm down.

“What are you doing to me?” I gasped.

“Prolonging the inevitable,” he responded, with a smile. “You’ll see…”

He brought me up again, licking my pussy lips, sending his tongue as deep as he could, encircling my clit. And, again, he slowed down.

I looked at him, my eyes pleading.

“Not to worry – you will be rewarded…”

I caught on.

Smiling, I rolled him over and started on him. He surprised me again – I sensed that he was close, only to find him concentrating on holding back. He succeeded, while I worked, and failed to bring him off.

I pleaded with him again. “I want your cum…”

“And I want yours. Now. Sixty-nine…”

Within moments, a blood-curdling scream was heard throughout the locker room – actually, it was two pent-up screams of ecstasy at the same time – Jim’s and mine.

After we calmed down, I turned to him and smiled. “That was intense. Can you do the same during the ‘real thing’?” I inquired.

“I dunno,” he replied. “No one has ever challenged me.”

“Consider yourself challenged…” I said, with a smile.

I won…

* * * * *

Jim and I returned to the group where we found Julie and Faith sitting with the girls, all freshly showered with smug faces. The boys were sprawled all over, obviously exhausted.

Jim chuckled. “They’re pussy whipped!” he said.

“Remind me to tell the girls to never attempt this just prior to a game,” I responded, chuckling myself.

As I looked at the Coach, the four ex-virgins emerged, holding hands with their boyfriends. They, too, looked smug – I think that they had cemented their relationships very well.

The Coach was looking a bit distressed – I soon figured out why. He had a raging hard-on, and a small puddle beneath him. Monica had followed the girls out, and she looked equally distressed – she had rivers of juices running down her legs.

When she reached the Coach, they took each other’s hands and looked deeply into the other’s eyes. Then the Coach looked at me. I nodded – the next thing I saw was an empty space where the two of them had been just nano-seconds before…

I smiled to myself as I clapped my hands sharply, getting the boys’ attention. I motioned for them to group together as I hopped up onto my bench. Julie and Faith hopped up on theirs as the cheerleaders lined up in front of me, facing the boys.

I smiled at the football team. “Well, did I deliver, or did I deliver?”

A resounding “Yes!”

Pleased, I continued. “OK, now it’s your turn to deliver. I’m going to ask you to look farther into the future. You have three more playoff games and then the State Championship. To see us all standing before you again, like this,” I said, indicating Julie, Faith, and the girls – all of us nude and sexy, “Deliver the Championship – not to me, but to our school!”

I dismissed the girls, who picked up their towels, wrapping themselves as they filed out, going to their own locker room to dress. Julie, Faith, and I showered in the boy’s locker room – with the boys. Yes, there were a few more ejaculations, a few more moans, a few more squeals…

As we dressed, I hoped that these boys’ parents would understand the increased volume of wet sheets and towels for the next month…

Chapter 12

They delivered.

The team that we played was the same team that fought so hard in our third game of the season – the one where the lead changed hands several times.

We knew that it would be another tough game – for one thing, they were out for revenge, and they were hungry. The big question was: “Just how hungry were we?”

The entire school was tense the week before the big game. Everyone was practically delirious. The pressure was on…

Game day arrived – I could tell that the players were really uptight. The Coach had them in the locker room about ½ hour before the bus was to arrive to take them to the city coliseum – this game was to be played on neutral ground.

“Guys,” the Coach was saying, “We have a few surprises in store for our opposing team, but we will need to concentrate…” as I opened the door to the locker room and let the cheerleaders run in, dressed in their best away outfits. The Coach was surprised, as well as the players. The girls ran around them, shaking their pom-poms in their faces until they got a giggle out of each.

The girls lined up and started a can-can dance.

	You can do it!
	You can do it!
	You’ve done it before!
	You’ve done it before!
	You can do it again!
You can do us again!

Then:

	Push ‘em back!
	Push ‘em back!
	Waaaay back!
	Waaaay back!

	Push it in!
	Push it in!
	Waaaay in!
	Waaaay in!

The girls then jumped and turned around mid-air, with their backs to the boys. They bent over and, looking over their shoulders with a smile, they shook their booties at them. They then ran out the door amid applause and a chorus of cheers.

I caught the Coach’s eye as I closed the door. He mouthed a “Thank you!” I gave him a salute.

I gathered the girls around outside. They were laughing and giggling.

“Girls, you all did a wonderful job…and you accomplished what we set out to do. Those boys are no longer tensed up – they’re ready to go!

“I hope that each of you get plenty of rest tonight after the game – you’re going to need your energy tomorrow morning…” I smiled.

* * * * *

After regulation play ended, the game was tied at 6 points – neither team had been able to score a touchdown. The game was well played, with both sides showing the other the respect that they each deserved.

During the brief intermission before the start of the sudden death overtime period, the opposing team won the coin toss and, naturally, elected to receive the ball. The game ended two plays later.

We kicked off, their receiver fumbled, we recovered. The Coach decided to not take any chances and sent in our field goal team. Our kicker split the uprights…

Instant bedlam! Helmets went flying; there was a huge pile up on the field, as every one of our players jumped on; the Coach got drenched. The stands erupted in cheers, showing their appreciation to two teams who played the game well and showed good sportsmanship.

The two coaches met in the middle of the field and shook hands. “I owe you breakfast,” the opposing coach said. “Sunday morning OK? Oh, and bring your fiancé – I’ll bring my wife. I think that they will get along famously.”

“How’d – how’d you know? I haven’t asked or given her the ring yet…” the Coach asked with the most incredible look on his face.

“The talk is all over town, you old goat,” he replied, laughing. “You’ve had a tremendous season and you’re a double winner!”

The coaches walked back to their sidelines, with the Coach shaking his head. “Love is indeed blind – and deaf!” he muttered to himself…

As the Coach waited for his boys to stop their celebration and shake hands with the opposing team, Monica and I came up to him and gave him a kiss on each cheek. That brought him back to the present…

Rubbing his cheeks, he said, “That’s the best reward I can ask!”

“You will get something better – later…” Monica said, with a mischievous smile.

“Yeah, I know I will! Only you don’t know what it is!” he said, grinning.

Monica looked at him quizzically.

“Later, My Love – later.”

“Coach,” I said, before he could walk off to join the award ceremony, “We’ll need an early start tomorrow morning – around 8:30. There’s a victory parade scheduled at 1:00, so we will need to be out of there no later than 11:00…”

He nodded and gave me the thumbs up sign.

* * * * *

Saturday morning – ahhhh, I’ll never forget!

I had used my expertise in arranging parties to provide hors d’oeuvres  – breakfast and lunch type, along with juices, sodas, and bottled water to be delivered to the gym by 8:30. When Julie, Faith, and I arrived, we found the Coach, Miss Monica, and all of the cheerleading squad already crowded into the Coach’s small office – all nude.

I greeted them all, explaining what was to occur this morning – snacks, drinks, etc. – it was to be a party atmosphere – minus the music, for noise reasons. Everyone was nodding their understanding, when the Coach said that he wants to make an announcement, just after my welcome speech. I noticed that Monica was holding her hands in front of her, with her right hand covering her left.

I smiled. “Of course, Coach,” I replied, all the while thinking to myself: “It’s about time, Coach!”

“When I so indicate, please roll in the two carts containing the food and beverages, then you may speak with the masses – the two of you, together,” I ended with a grin.

Monica didn’t discredit me one iota – she knew then that I knew. We smiled at each other, my eyes saying “Congratulations!” She nodded, fighting back tears.

Julie, Faith, and I entered, walking to the beginning of our benches, where we stopped and slowly removed our clothes. When we finished, we hopped up onto our individual benches and waited.

As the cheerleaders made their entrance, all completely nude this time, I bowed deeply to the players.

As the cheerleaders lined up in front of me, facing the players, I said, “Guys, all of us knew that you could do it – we are all so proud of you – and that includes the Coach and Miss Monica!” as I raised my hands.

The Coach and Miss Monica entered, pushing their carts forward.

When they had reached their pre-arranged positions, I said, “We knew,” as I encircled my arms to indicate the cheerleaders, Coach, Miss Monica, Julie, Faith, and myself, “that you had it in you. You not only brought the Championship to our school, you brought respect and sportsmanship to the game itself. It is possible to play without maiming your opponents or engaging in fistfights. Each of you proved that – I’m sure that more than one reporter will write about just that…”

I paused and smiled. “I think the Coach and Miss Monica have something to say…”

The Coach and Miss Monica strode forward, to stand in front of the cheerleaders, facing the players. They were holding hands – Miss Monica’s left was in the Coach’s hand.

“Gents, I’m sure that all of you are aware of the support shown to each of you by the ladies in this room – in fact, by every member of this school – be it student or faculty!”

A huge round of applause erupted from the players.

The Coach smiled as he waited for the applause to subside. “Guys, each of us – myself included – are also indebted to one particular lady in this room. She taught us to respect one another, she stood by us, she stripped us of pre-conceived ideas, and she helped us to establish who we are – our self-esteem, if you will. She helped to cement several relationships, doing away with our fears – bringing each of us forward. Forward to understanding our fellow human beings.”

He and Miss Monica turned around to face me. “I – we – are referring to – of course – Miss Kelly!” and they bowed to me.

I swear, if it weren’t for Julie and Faith, who immediately came to me, I would have fallen off of my bench, I was crying so hard. The room had again erupted into applause.

I straightened up as the room quieted down. “Thank you – to each of you. I’m overwhelmed.

“Now, I think that the Coach has an even more important message to deliver…”

The Coach looked at me, obviously wondering how I knew. I smiled at him, and he remembered when I had said: “I know when love is in the air…”

He winked at me, and turned around with Miss Monica, facing the boys. The Coach raised Miss Monica’s left hand, and for the first time, exposed the ring. It took a moment for the boys to realize what the Coach was trying to say, but the girls knew immediately. Amid wild squeals, the girls encircled them, the boys immediately following.

Julie and Faith both looked at me, their eyes saying, “You did it again, Girl!”

I smiled, mouthing, “I love you!” to each of them. They each returned my smile.

After a few moments, I was able to give instructions for this morning’s activities: it was to be casual, a party atmosphere. Boys and girls alike could ask for a union, respect would be paramount.

As the party progressed, I watched as Jim approached Steph. I was immediately on guard.

“Steph,” he began, “I would like to be your friend.”

Steph stared. “You know about me?” she inquired.

He smiled. “Yes – I’ve suspected for some time. I’ve always been intrigued by you. I want to help – to be your boy friend, as opposed to ‘boyfriend.’ I want to help you to be yourself. I want you to consider me someone – a male someone – who you can confide in, without fear of scorn.”

“Jim, I would love a relationship like that with you.” Tears started down her face. “I hope that you aren’t thinking that I could change?” she asked.

“No,” as he took her hands. “But I could hope, couldn’t I?” he asked, grinning.

She laughed, and melted into his arms. “Thank you – I need that…”

I smiled, and turned away. Another good relationship started…

* * * * *

As the party came to a close, Julie came to me, giving me her car keys.

“”What’s this?” I asked. “You haven’t had too much soda, have you?” I inquired, with a grin.

She laughed. “No, but you need a vehicle to drive the Coach and Miss Monica around in the parade. And there seems to be a father with a semi – with a short flatbed, who is willing to drive the football players, along with the cheerleader squad…

“Just ask the decorators to not damage anything…”

I gave her an intense hug. “Thank you…”

* * * * *

After the parade and the afternoon celebration subsided, Julie and Faith flanked me, each holding one of my hands as we walked to the parking lot.

“Well, what are we to do next Saturday?” they inquired.

“I dunno. Basketball season starts next week…”

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