Author: Pookie
Title: Pookie | Melissa’s Secrets (Prologue)
Part: Prologue
Universe: Home
Summary: This is the story of Melissa's sexual awakening with the 
help of her friend Sarah and Sarah's mother.
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The following piece of fiction is intended as ADULT 
entertainment. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL 
nature. If you are offended by sexually explicit content or 
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All characters in this story are fictitious; any similarity to 
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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie


Prologue


"Melissa Livingston!" she yelled and waved from across the 
cafeteria.

I smiled and gave her a quick wave back. Who the fuck was she? 
After thinking for a moment, I finally remembered her. She was 
the girl who sat across from me in history last semester. I 
didn't recognize her because of the new boobs. She'd obviously 
grown them over the summer. I looked down at my paltry offering 
and sighed. God must really be pissed off at me.

It was amazing I was so popular without what seemed to be the 
required amount of boobage. Mom said my breasts were just the 
right size, that they accentuated my body. She wasn't fooling me. 
Moms are supposed to say that kind of shit. I was pretty though. 
Sweet too! Guys loved sweet girls. I also had a dancer's body. 
Everybody loves a dancer, especially guys. There's always the 
possibility she will dance with a pole sometime. I knew what guys 
wanted - a girl on a pole. Actually, what they wanted was a girl 
on their pole. But one gets you closer to the other, I suppose.

I was known for having a good personality. I made friends easily 
enough. I played well with others. I had the report cards to 
prove it too!

Did I mention I was a cheerleader last year?

I could be your worst enemy if you crossed me though. I was one 
of the cool kids. It was a status bestowed upon me by the other 
cool kids. We could rally to bring damnation on your very soul, 
if we were so inclined. Mostly, we'd just gossip enough about you 
to make your life miserable. I tried to stay out of that as much 
as I could though. Why? Because I'm sweet like that.

Eighth grade was going to suck. I just knew it. It's the second 
year of middle school. It was the last year of a two year prison 
sentence. No possibility of early release or parole either. High 
School was still just out of reach. I was thirteen going on 
fourteen. I still wouldn’t be able to drive. I was stuck in hell. 
And yet, I’d survived the first year unscathed. I was a survivor. 
This year should be a breeze.

The previous year had changed my life in so many ways though. The 
past summer had been totally insane. I certainly wasn't the same 
girl anymore, but could anyone outside of my closest friends 
tell?

First day of school usually blew donkey dick. This one was no 
different. Lunch on first days was always chaotic too. Picking 
out just the right table for your friends was a big decision. It 
reflected status. The table from last year would be too easy. It 
was like last year’s clothes. You just don’t wear them. So, I had 
to pick a new one. Decisions, decisions. Choose well, some wise 
fucker once said.

"Hi, Mel. Is everything going like we thought?” Sarah asked.

Sarah Clark was my best friend. We'd been friends since either of 
us could remember. Our moms had grown up as best friends. Sarah 
and I were destined to always be best friends too.

"I haven't seen her since early this morning," I told Sarah.

"Hi, you two," Pam said as she sat down near us.

Pam Rayner was our 'know it all' friend. She was around six 
months older than me and Sarah, but somehow ended up in our 
grade. She could be irritating as hell sometimes, but she was a 
good friend. She'd been a big part of my crazy life over the past 
year too, especially this past summer.

My friend, Tammy, sat down directly across from me. Tammy Addison 
was very popular. She was very pretty, but very down-to-earth 
too. She and I got along great because of that. She wasn't a 
cheerleader, but was just as popular as one. She liked me in part 
because I didn't act snobby because I'd been one. All the guys 
lusted after her. I think some of the girls did too. God I loved 
her hair.

"So, how does it feel to be a cheerleader again," Tammy asked me, 
grinning.

Oh, yeah. I was a cheerleader again ... even though I'd quit 
after last year. Over the past few weeks, I'd been pestered by 
the cheer coach, Ms. Stanton, into rejoining the squad. She 
desperately needed another 'base' after a few girls were injured 
during cheer camp. A base catches a flyer during stunts. If the 
base doesn't do her job, it could mean a very serious injury. 
Cheerleading isn't for the faint of heart. The majority of 
catastrophic injuries to girl athletes happen to cheerleaders.

"I hate you," I wryly replied to Tammy. I didn't really hate her 
though. Tammy knew I'd quit cheering because I wasn't interested 
in doing all the gymnastics anymore. But I couldn't let my school 
down in its hour of need ... according to my coach. Ms. Stanton 
would've had to eliminate one of the stunt groups if I didn't 
rejoin. I couldn't turn her down. She was very convincing. I was 
too easy. Being easy is the biggest reason the past year had been 
so crazy.

My stunt group is pretty cool though. A stunt group on a cheer 
team usually has two bases, a back spotter and sometimes a front 
spotter, and a flyer. Flyers don't ever piss off a base. We're 
like the Michael Oher of cheerleading. A smart quarterback stays 
on the good side of his linemen. The same goes with smart flyers. 
Spotters are probably just as important, but I'm a base. So, 
that's more important. A stunt group is usually pretty tight 
though.

"There she is," a girl sitting close to me quietly said, after 
she spotted my rival approaching.

And there she was, indeed. Jennifer Preston. She was the girl I'd 
befriended during cheerleader tryouts for last year's squad. She 
didn't make the team when I did, and I'd felt bad for her. She'd 
just moved here not long before. She hadn't made any real friends 
yet. I liked her. I thought she was cool and had a lot going for 
her. Little did I know back then that she would be the girl 
everyone was talking about at my expense. Why is that? She'd just 
recently stolen my boyfriend from me. My first boyfriend ever. 
We'd only been a couple for a very short time before she'd taken 
him from me.

Jennifer looked at me, and I looked at her. She had a slight 
smirk. I smirked back.

My friend Becky Jordan was draped all over her. I half smiled at 
Jennifer. Becky was her penance for stealing my boyfriend. 
Jennifer was now one of the queen bees. Becky had to bathe in 
Jennifer's newfound popularity. Becky was a popularity leach like 
that.

Why was Jennifer so popular now? Well, besides stealing my cute 
boyfriend away, she'd also been drafted at the last minute to be 
a cheerleader like I'd been ... as a base. I was the one who 
recommended her too! Everyone probably thought I was an idiot, 
especially since she’d taken my boyfriend too. I decided I could 
live with it though ... for the time being.

One benefit of being single again was that all the other cute 
guys were now hitting on me without reservation. Mom had warned 
me that was going to happen this year. I was enjoying it too.

Speaking of my former boyfriend, he happened to make his 
appearance just then to give his new squeeze a quick hello. I 
watched as he talked to her for a moment before he had to go on 
to his class.

He looked at me. They both did. I looked right back too.

"Aren't you going to claw their eyes out, Mel?" one of my friends 
nearby asked.

"I promised Ms. Stanton I'd behave ... for the sake of the cheer 
squad."

"They're rubbing it in though."

They were putting on a good show, but not so much for my benefit. 
You see, I knew some things no one else did about Jennifer and my 
ex. For one thing, I'd fucked Jennifer's new boyfriend every day 
this past week. I was going to fuck him later today. I was going 
to steal him back in a few months. Maybe sooner.

Why was I so confident that I could win back my ex? Because of a 
secret. It was one of my many secrets.

I glanced over at my best friend, Sarah. She knowingly smiled at 
me. Sarah knew almost all of my secrets. She certainly knew this 
one. She either knew about, or was a part of, many of my secrets. 
She'd been the one who'd gotten me started on this past year's 
wild ride of discovering and keeping secrets. Secrets that had 
definitely changed my life. Secrets that could destroy quite a 
few people.

It all started a little over a year ago at Sarah's house ...


(continued in chapter 1)

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