Almost There Already

This time Stacy parted her lips. Allowed Gwen's hungry tongue to enter her sacred space. Enter where only a few select boys had been before.

And though Gwen's tongue probed Stacy's mouth as if she owned it, still the tall amazon wasn't satisfied.

"You are hopeless. More tongue," Gwen told the hapless girl. "Let me feel your lips. your teeth. I said MAYBE you can be my girlfriend. But If you want to be my girlfriend, you are going to have to learn to be a better kisser. If you are a wet fish, I'm going to have to throw you back in the water. That pretty blue trinket might buy you a boyfriend, but I don't come that cheaply."

A stab of anger dug in Stacy's stomach at Gwen's accusation. She didn't need to buy anyone's affection. She was popular.

But then she recalled that she was in this fix because of trying to steal an exam for her boyfriend.

It was a blow to her self-confidence. Still, she wasn't a wet fish. She couldn't be. It was only that - well - she didn't want to be kissing this girl. Not a girl, Stacy corrected herself.

But - she could kiss a robot.

Only kissing a robot. Stacy repeated in her mind. She stuck out a tentative tongue. It danced against Gwen's. Maybe now the girl would be happy, now that she'd kissed her as she'd kissed her very own boyfriend.

"That's better. Now, suck my tongue," Gwen told the blushing senior. She tilted her head and parted her lips. For a moment she thought she pushed the sexy little cheerleader too far. But the girl meekly stepped on her tiptoes and parted her lips, closed her eyes, and then took Gwen's slippery tongue into her mouth. With a slight tremor, she sucked on it, then kissed the girl again, a momentary shudder passed through the slender blond's body and the mechanical kiss turned into something else entirely. Something dark and sensual.

Only a robot, Stacy repeated in her mind. But God, her knees were weak and she felt breathless.

"That's it. That's my girl. You just needed a little instruction. Now, you've got it. You can be my girlfriend." Gwen praised. "I mean it. Pretty trinket or no pretty trinket, you suck face like a pro."

'Just a robot. An act. A show.' Stacy told herself over and over. But it didn't feel like a robot. Those big hands, made for palming basketballs, now held each of Stacy's pale ivory cheeks. Kneading them. Mauling them. On top of her thin practice shorts at first, but quickly moving beneath. Spreading and pulling. Pushing and bunching them. Until both her panties and shorts were bunched in between her firm tight buttocks. And even if she should could ignore that, she couldn't ignore the knee pressed against her sex. As those strong hands moved her on it. Making her ride it.

Up and back. Up and back. And that mouth. That tongue. Searching her own. So demanding. So strong. So unlike the awkward social loner she'd always assumed the girl to be.

Robot - just a robot, Stacy repeated. But even that soon stopped.

For a time Stacy forgot she was kissing a girl. Forgot where she was. Forgot that she had a boyfriend. That this was an act. A show. Soon, there was nothing but sensation. Nothing but a kiss, a mouth, two hands, and a knee.

It took a moment for Stacy to realize the kiss had stopped. Then there was light. Then came sound.

"Woooooooo...."

Then Gwen's shadow fell away from her and Stacy saw where the sound was coming from. The girl's basketball team were all smiling and laughing. Pointing.

At her!

But there was worse, much worse.

The cheerleading squad were pointing as well. Eyes wide. Mouths open.

...aghast.

They had seen. Oh dear God they had seen. Blushing furiously, Stacy quickly turned, surreptitiously pulled her shorts out from her bottom, and moved away from Gwen, refusing to look at the girl.

As Stacy walked to the cheerleading squad, words escaped her. What could she tell these girls? After they had witnessed the sort of behavior she would have sent them home for if it had been them...or doing far less.

Luckily her friend Tracy was there.

"What are you girls gawking at?" Tracy shouted. "Get back to work."

Then she quietly took Stacy to the side.

"Look Stacy," Tracy said. "I don't know what is going on with you. But everyone has heard about you and ...her. I know she's your girlfriend and all, but I mean...I thought you were with Mitch?

God, how could you? And speaking of Mitch, what did he say when you told him about Gwen? I couldn't believe it when I first heard. I mean just look at her. If you are going to play for the other team, you could do so much better. I hear that Kathy from our English class digs girls, and she'd pretty. I wondered if you were doing it for attention. But then seeing you kiss...they way you kissed her...I knew it was true."

Talking to Tracy was like talking to a TV. It never shut up, you had to jump in when you could. Finally Stacy saw her moment when Tracy finally paused for breath.

"I haven't told Mitch...listen...I haven't told anyone this but..." Stacy told her everything. Well almost everything. She didn't tell her how her body had responded when Gwen kissed her.

"Oh you poor thing," Tracy said, as she gave her friend a hug and patted her hand. "Don't worry. It'll all turn out just fine. Don't worry about Mitch. I'll explain it to him. But what about cheer leading? You know you can't be team captain anymore. Not with all this going on. My God with the press and all. Tell you what. Just for now, I'll fill in for you....just until all this blows over. You can go tell Miss Johnson. But I can't show favoritism. Well, you know I do, but I can't let the other girls see. It'll be between you and me. And whenever you want to come back as head cheerleader, you just say the word. I mean, because you have mighty big shoes to fill, but I'll-"

"Okay," Stacy interjected. "I understand." She was relieved. Finally someone else knew. Knew everything. And she was willing to help.

Stacy went to go see Miss Johnson to fill her in. She dreaded it initially, thinking the woman would try to talk her out of her decision, but she didn't. It went surprisingly well.

"Five laps for being late to practice Stacy," Tracy shouted as Stacy returned from Miss Johnson's office. "And you'll do cleanup after practice for playing kisseeface with Gwen."

And so, there were stares. Stacy couldn't tell if they were stares of sympathy or of derision. She was thankful for the laps, she could go into her own world. But practice, having to let Tracy boss her around. Oh that was hard. So very very hard.

After it was over, Gwen came over to help her clean up.

"I thought you were captain?" Gwen asked. "Why are you doing this bullshit?"

"I just...thought it'd be best...with all that's going on..."

"So you clean up their trash and water bottles now?"

"No," Stacy said, as she looked around at the mess that was left. It looked like it was more than usual, but that could be her imagination. Besides, she'd never actually had to clean up before. "That's just for today." She didn't tell her it was just an act. That it was only temporary. That she and Tracy had a deal. Now, if only she could have a deal like that with Gwen.

"I liked watching you run today," Gwen said. "You were sexy. Especially the way you tried not to look at me. I liked the way your were dancing all sexy for your practice. And then when I caught your eye...the way you blushed."

That very same blush was rapidly blossoming on Stacy's cheeks at that very moment.

"I want you to kiss me again." Gwen said.

Again? Already? Stacy looked around. All the cheerleaders were gone. Only the poor manager for the basketball team remained and she was busy cleaning up.

Stacy turned her head to the side and leaned up for a kiss. For awhile Gwen let Stacy control the kiss. It was fairly chaste, not like before, but it was an big improvement from the first kiss. She could feel lips and a bit of tongue.

Then Gwen returned the kiss. Almost overwhelming the petite blond senior. A hungry kiss. A kiss that said I want you. I need you.

Sexually.

A kiss accompanied by the odor of hard work, salt, and perspiration. Then there were those hands. God, the way those big hands touched her. Hands that drew a response from her that even her boyfriend couldn't manage. Hands kneading, pulling, touching, squeezing. Hands that had awakened a fire in her loins.

Unwanted hands and an unwanted fire.

Hands that had worked their way up under her shorts again. She tried to shake them off, but all that seemed to do was encourage Gwen. Exposing her bottom. Maybe even exposing more than that. Hands pulling her up.

"Mmmmphh," Stacy grunted. No. She knew what the big girl had in mind again and she wanted none of it.

Hands that ignored her protest and put her back on that strong muscular thigh. Making her ride it. She resisted at first, drawing her slim thighs tightly together. She was onto the girl now. She wouldn't fall for that same trick once again.

But this time that thigh was wet and slick with sweat. And poor Stacy could find no purchase on it as it slipped so easily between her own slim thighs. Drawing her up and then back. Up and then back. Making her ride it.

Stacy reached back to protect her modesty, but she couldn't budge those hands no matter how hard she tried.

"Please...Gwen -" Stacy begged between kisses. "Someone could see."

And Stacy discovered that there were kisses between kisses. That though Gwen couldn't reach those succulent pink lips, there were ears to nibble and a long slender neck to suck. Both of which that caused such an unwanted quivering in Stacy's loins that she was eager to finally offer up her mouth once again.

"Relax, there's no one there but Jill." Gwen said.

Stacy dared a glance over her shoulder. Sure enough the girl was staring. Working..but staring.

"Please Gwen...she's looking..."

"She can't help but look," Gwen said. "You are so damned sexy, anyone would look."

"But I don't want her looking at me. At us."

"Okay," Gwen said. "Let go and I'll stop."

Stacy let go of Gwen wrists, not like it was doing her much good anyway. But instead of pulling them from under Stacy's shorts as she promised, she pulled the shorts and panties down to the hapless senior's knees.

Stacy shrieked and attempted to bend down to reach her shorts, but by then, Gwen's thigh was back in place between her legs. And riding Gwen's thigh as she was, it was hopeless to pull her shorts back up. It wasn't quite hopeless. She wriggled. She squirmed. That bare thigh rubbing against her nether lips.

Oh God. Skin to skin. The girl had touched her pussy. It was only a thigh, but still...The mere thought made Stacy blush a bright crimson.

But finally she's wriggled out of the big girl's grasp for long enough to get a grip on her thin shorts. She pulled them up as quickly as she could. But it wasn't quick enough. Jill had seen. Had seen her bare ass. Had seen her wriggling around on Gwen's thigh like a cat in heat.

"Dammit Gwen...I can't - I can't believe you did that!" Stacy fumed. Nearly losing her temper at Gwen's temerity.

"Stacy, you are so damned sexy I may just to do it again," Gwen replied.

"Don't even think about it!"

Gwen laughed and reached for Stacy's shorts, but the cute blond quickly danced out the girl's reach.

"Fee fi fo fum" Gwen said as she pursued the petite cheerleader. "I smell the blood of a cute cheerleader...."

"Stop it Gwen!" Stacy shouted. She wanted to be mad. By all rights she should be furious. Was within her rights to slap the big girl. She had been stripped. Had her intimates displayed to a complete stranger. But, she couldn't help but laugh at Gwen's antics. Nor could she escape the girl for long, and ended up caught in her firm grip. One hand held her sports bra and the other had hold of her thin cotton short. Only this time she was facing Jill. And this time Jill wasn't just looking out of the corner of her eye. Stacy had her undivided attention. "Please Gwen - don't...."

She wasn't being disrobed. Not entirely. But her shorts and bra were caught fast. Every move...every attempt to struggle only served to pull them tighter. Exposing the shape of small high breasts. Nubby nipples. Her mound of venus. The seam of her shorts was nestled firmly into the slit between her legs. Though she was covered, little was left to the imagination.

It took the fight right out of her. She stood blushing, immobile, and very very helpless.

"I wish you would stop..." Stacy begged.

"Tell Jill hi," Gwen whispered to Stacy.

Stacy didn't want to play this shameful and humiliating game. She wanted to resist. She wanted to resist so very very much. She was nobody's puppet. And yet...as Gwen pulled up on her shorts, causing her to stand on tiptoes. Causing her shorts and panties to travel uncomfortably into her bottom and further into her sex.

"Hi Jill," Stacy said, her voice squeaky and trembling.

"Now move your hands," Gwen whispered. "Then maybe you can ask her if I would be nice enough to let you go."

"But you could just let me go now," Stacy said. "Please...."

"I'm having fun with this game," Gwen said. "Besides, I'm a team captain. And you - you are not anymore. Now go on. Ask. Otherwise..."

Stacy felt her shorts being pulled down instead of up. Already exposing her lower abdomen. A puppet. God, she felt as if she was this girl's puppet. How had this happened to her?

"Jill...ahh...could you please ask Gwen to stop embarrassing me."

Jill laughed and seemed to think twice. Stacy's shorts went down further. So very slowly.

Abdomen.

Hips.

That sexy round of stomach.

The poor cheer leader tried to go down with her shorts, but found that when she did, that Gwen still held her sports bra up where it was. When she bent down, she was basically stripping herself.

The underswell of breasts.

The hint of a nipple.

Pink goosebumps on an perfectly pink aureole.

"Please...." Stacy panicked, daring to look down. Her sex wasn't visible yet, but it was so close she could see just a hint of her curly blond hair peeking out from beneath her panties. Her hand darted down to preserve her modesty.

"Ah-ah-ah..." Gwen whispered. "Move that hand unless you want me to pull them all the way down. I'll make you run laps again. But this time I'll make you run them naked."

"You wouldn't," Stacy retorted. Stacy couldn't help but imagine running laps around the gym. Sweat glistening. Breasts bouncing. Embarrassed. Hot..

Gwen wouldn't. She couldn't. But Stacy didn't know that for sure. She couldn't take the chance.

It was a struggle to comply. It was as if she were taking part in her own stripping. Truly it was her only way to keep from being stripped entirely, however, Jill couldn't hear what Gwen was whispering in her ear. Jill would assume Stacy was in on this humiliating game of show and tell.

"Please Jill," Stacy begged, her cheeks burning a bright red, and her heart hammering in her chest.

"Come on Gwen," Jill said. "You are embarrassing the poor girl."

"Okay Jill, for you I'll do it. But tell her to kiss me one more time, and to keep those hands right where they are." Gwen said, easing her grip on Stacy's clothing. "Tell her to give me another kiss, a good kiss, and I'll stop."

"Give her another kiss," Jill said. Her nostrils flaring. Her eyes hungry and more than a little jealous.

As she turned around, Stacy tried to tell herself that this was a just a girl. That this wasn't her boyfriend - the person she loved.

But the boy she loved would have let her pull her shorts up her slim hips. Wouldn't have made her humiliate herself by showing her bottom to a complete stranger. Thank goodness it wasn't her whole bottom, but she had no way of knowing how far her shorts had been pulled down. And she was certain Jill was watching. Watching with those dark hungry eyes.

Stacy tried to tell herself that the kiss didn't mean anything. That she didn't feel anything. But soon she was kissing again. Really kissing. Kisses unlike she had ever kissed before. And it was becoming increasingly harder to stop.

And this girl. This girl that she'd so many girls pick on behind her back. That she had picked on, but never to the girl's face.

This tall lanky loner. A girl who'd seemed so quiet. Now she'd seen a different side of this girl. This girl was a team captain. This girl was a good kisser. This girl was bossy. This girl was a little bit kinky. This girl was used to getting her way.

Stacy felt a muscular thigh edge between her own once again. The thigh was still damp with sweat, but this time, Stacy was glad because she was wet too. Knowing well how futile resistance would prove, she parted her own and allowed it to slip home. And those hands set her to rocking again.

Oh God. Would this horrible day ever end.

Stacy's hopes of extracting herself from her current mess had grown more difficult by an order of magnitude.

*****************************

Friday night, Stacy walked hand and hand with Gwen to Tracy's house. Why did she let herself get talked into this? It was Tracy's fault. The girl had asked if the she and Gwen wanted to come over to her house for a small party on Friday night.

Stacy wanted to punch the girl. Tracy was supposed to be her best friend. Tracy was the only person who knew the truth about Stacy's predicament. That this was just an act. That it was only temporary. The girl should know better. A double date would have been much better.

A party? A party was a bad idea.

But Gwen said sure! We'd love to.

"I think I already have plans with my family," Stacy said, trying to weasel her way out of being seen in public with her pretend girlfriend.

"I talked to Jacklyn," Gwen said. "She already said you were free on Friday night. She even suggested a few places where we can avoid the press. And a party with kids...that would be terrific."

"But...." Stacy had run out of excuses. Worse, it seemed like everyone was working against her. Sticking her with this girl. This weirdo girl. Jesus, having to pretend to be her girlfriend. At least until their pretend relationship wasn't a lurid topic on the political blogs or until the primary was over...whichever came first.

Pretending at a party full of her closest friends. made Stacy's knees shake. It was awful. And things only got worse. Tracy didn't mention her parents were out of town. This wasn't just a get together...it was a full on unsupervised PARTY.

They walked around to find Tracy. If only to find someone to talk to. If only to get away from the constant questions. And these weren't just curious questions. They weren't just picking on Gwen now, they were picking on Stacy.

"How long have you two been together? Who's the girl and who's the boy." Stupid shit.

And things only grew worse. She found Tracy alright. On a chair, straddling Mitch. Making out with him. Stacy felt her face grow hot. She felt the dagger turn in her back.

The bitch! Instead of helping her with her situation, she'd turned it to her advantage. She'd moved in on Stacy's boyfriend.

"What are you looking at?" Gwen asked. "Do you want to break up with me? Is that it?"

"What?" Stacy was pulled out of her despair for a moment.

"You acted like you didn't want to go out with me when Tracy invited us to the party. Now you seem like you want to trade places with her...there making out with her boyfriend.

"Hey, isn't that the dumb boy you used to date?" Gwen said.

"It's just..." Tears welled in Stacy's eyes. No one knew what she was going through right now. Everything was on her shoulders. Her father's campaign. Gwen's obvious feelings. Mitch's stolen exam. Tracy's betrayal. The news media constantly trying to shove their cameras in her window when she was at home. "I'm sorry. I don't want to ...break up... but.."