Darla's Games Day 07

Finally, and we were all panting a little through our smiling faces, the game was over. We had won and we all cheered and screamed and celebrated. We jumped and squealed. Julie showed off some flips. So did several of the others. I did a cartwheel for the hell of it.

The fans came down and congratulated the team as they headed off for the showers. Finally, we headed to the girls locker room. I knew I needed to shower, but also that my ass was still a bit bruised. I went to my locker to contemplate my horrible oncoming date.

When I opened the door, planning to put on my stretchy mini-skirt and look like a total slut, I gasped at what I saw. Inside was a gorgeous blue dress. I looked around wildly for the punch line. Someone had to be fucking with me. There was a note and I took it at once.

Carrie,

No way are you wearing that slut outfit tonight. I'd be far too embarrassed to tell everyone you were my friend. :P

Love, Julie

I looked over at her and she smiled at me and I hugged her and she hugged me back and I cried all over her uniform, thankful that she hadn't changed yet.

"Well, I'm going to be the hot one tonight." Julie laughed nodding to her red dress. "I just didn't want you taking away all the attention."

"Thank you Julie." I whispered in her ear. "You are the best friend anyone could ever hope for."

"It's just a dress Carrie, you are crushing me." She laughed.

I forgot myself and started stripping off my uniform with her. I noticed the bands and quickly turned away and plucked them off. I couldn't help but moan lightly with the pleasure of removing those blasted things. I slipped them into the locker discreetly with my sweater.

I started to pull down my skirt and panty and Farin snuck up behind me and whacked my ass playfully. It didn't really hurt, which surprised me. She leaned up and whispered in my ear when Julie tugged her skirt off and was temporarily distracted. "It isn't bad, but here, wear a towel to the showers."

I took the towel and wrapped it around me and tucked it and turned and smiled at her. "Thank you" I mouthed to her. She smiled and ran off around the corner to her own locker. We were all laughing and everyone was so excited about the post game party.

In the shower, I was careful to pick one where I could keep my ass directed to the corner and no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. The elation of the victory and the party seemed to wipe any interest of looking at my butt. I giggled to myself at the thought as I rubbed shampoo into my hair and rinsed.

Clean now, I dried with two towels and wrapped one around my hair and another around my body, tucking it in at my breasts. We all went into the bathroom and it is a wonder the circuit breaker didn't pop from all the hair dryers. We helped each other with make up and by the time we were done, we all looked gorgeous.

I went back to the locker for the dress and when I pulled it out, I saw a pair of pink thong panties in the back with a little sticker that said "Love, Farin". I felt so normal as I pulled them on. The dress was elegant. It was smooth as silk and though it was made for Julie, who was about five inches taller than me with smaller boobs, it fit quite well. It hung lower than it was supposed to on the leg and chest, but that made it easier to tuck my huge breasts inside, though even without a bra, I was sporting serious cleavage.

The back sunk very low, and with the change in height, I had to check to be sure my thong top didn't show above the dip. The neckline plunged to below my breasts, but it hung tight enough to keep my breasts separated. They stuck out obscenely, but that couldn't be helped. You couldn't wear a bra with this dress anyway.

The bottom fell to a couple inches from my knees, so I guessed it would have been about mid thigh on Julie. When I had the dress on, I reached for the matching shoes and had to stuff some TP in the toe to get them to fit properly. I turned then to Julie and she looked absolutely breathtaking.

The red dress she wore was so elegant and form fitting, it was like she was shrink wrapped. It flared loosely at the bottom and as she did a little twirl for me, I laughed and told her she better be careful because I got a peek of her matching red panty.

She wore about a two inch heel that strapped over her ankle and pushed her calves out so deliciously I nearly wet myself. I followed my eyes up her body and just sighed. "God, you look gorgeous." I sighed.

"Yeah, much better than you for a change." She laughed.

I wondered, did she really think that I looked better than her? I'm not going to be callous and presume that I think myself unattractive, but I always thought she was the prettiest of the pair of us.

She lifted her dress to show me her red thong and I feigned a gasp. "You slut! You are planning to get lucky tonight!" I laughed.

"Well," she grinned, "We'll see."

We grabbed our handbags, she had given me a blue one to match the dress and I stuffed my license and wallet and keys and cell phone inside. Then we headed out to see Farin and the others. Farin looked more beautiful than ever, she was wearing this green stretchy dress that accentuated her cleavage. It was shouldered, not strapless, so she was wearing a bra to pump her breasts up. The hem fell past mid thigh. Her shoes, strapped to her calves, were a three inch heel.

"Very nice Farin!" I gasped.

She giggled and said "Wonder bra."

We all laughed and met up in the main aisle with the other eight cheerleaders who were all equally elegant in their dresses.

If you didn't know it, you would think we were going to homecoming instead of a party at someone's house. It felt good.

"Everyone have a ride?" Rebecca asked.

Everyone answered to the affirmative. "Okay, see you there."

Rebecca wore a black dress of satin. It was beautiful, though I hated to admit it. I didn't look at her long; I simply wasn't interested in the least. But, when she grabbed for my hand, I clinched my eyes shut. I bade Farin and Julie goodbye and that I would see them at the party.

Then, we headed out to the parking lot. I saw Farin head off to the left with April, and the twins Allison and Adison. Julie practically jumped into Chad's arms for a start of the evening kiss. Everyone looked so happy. I wished I were free to join them.

Rebecca looked at my disappointed face and grinned. "Oh stop already. You will have fun tonight I promise." She giggled. "Just do as you are told and get this part over."

We got to the car and Brad and his cousin Charles were waiting outside. Brad waved and Rebecca jumped into his arms for a big kiss. I watched as their tongues slipped into one another's mouths. This was going to be a long drive.

He squeezed her ass as they kissed and she moaned into his mouth. I watched uncomfortably for awhile and then looked over at Charles. He wore jeans and a button up shirt that looked as if he had gone through the trouble of ironing it. He was about 5'11 I guessed, nice broad shoulders, handsome face, and light brown eyes. His hair was a little unkempt, but moussed intentionally so. He had a little goatee.

He wasn't bad looking at all, in fact, under different circumstances; I probably would have been attracted to him. But right now, my stomach churned at the sight of him. He smiled and held out his hand, since we were getting no introductions.

"Hi, I'm Charles, you must be Carrie."

I took his hand and we shook hands, it felt uncomfortable and I withdrew rather faster than I normally would have, but not rudely. "Yes, very nice to meet you."

Brad and Rebecca kept right on making out, so we turned away from them. "You look great." He smiled. "Rebecca and Brad told me you were hot, but I didn't think you would look this good."

"Thanks," I blushed. "They didn't tell me much at all about you." I giggled. "You aren't so bad yourself." It sounded corny, but I was uncomfortable.

"Want to take a walk?" He asked. My eyes shot to his to see if he had some ulterior motive. I didn't see any malevolence there, so I acquiesced and we walked away hand in hand.

"So, Brad told me what the deal is with you." He said at last breaking the pleasant silence as we walked off my nerves.

I didn't know how to answer. I just stopped dead in my tracks for a second and then continued on with him. "He talks about you a lot you know. It pisses Rebecca off to no end." He laughed.

I thought this guy might not be so bad after all. "Really?" I sounded as surprised as I was.

"Yeah, he said you could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch." He laughed.

Well, there went my aspirations for a pleasant stroll. I exhaled loudly in spite of myself.

"Oh, sorry. I guess that came off wrong." He apologized, sort of.

"So, what do you like to do?" He asked, trying to recover.

"Well, apparently sucking cock." I said teasingly and he turned to me astonished. I laughed. He laughed with me.

"I'm an artist. I mean, obviously not a professional one yet, but that is my plan. To go to college and become a starving artist." I giggled at my own cliché.

"That's cool. Maybe I could see your work sometime." Charles suggested.

"Yeah, I'm sure you want to see my work." I laughed.

"Seriously." He stopped. "Is something wrong?"

I turned to him and fought the urge to lash out at him. I breathed deeply and let my little red spot go away. "Look, you'll get a blowjob, that is what they promised right? If you want to know if I want to do it, the answer is no, but I will. What have they told you about me?"

He looked taken aback. "Well, not much really. I mean thanks and everything, I sure as hell wouldn't turn it down, but nobody promised me anything. Why would you do it if you didn't want to anyway?"

Okay, time to blush and blush hard. Shit! I was sure that bitch had told him all about it. Now I felt like a total fucking idiot. "God!" I cried out. "You must think I am a total head case." I turned away a second to get my bearings.

"I'm so sorry Charles. It's just that, well, Rebecca and I are not exactly friends and I owed her a favor and she told me it was going to be to give you and Brad a blowjob tonight and I was sure she told you and now I feel like a total dumbass because even if I wanted to blow you, you wouldn't know if it was part of my favor to her and ... SHIT!" I screamed.

He chuckled. "Okay. First of all, I would not let my date blow some other guy on my date, even if it is a blind date set up by the other guy. Second of all, forget it; you will absolutely not give me a blowjob tonight. I forbid it." He laughed. "Now, you think we can go back and try to get to know each other and have some fun?"

I was blushing so hard I almost cried. "That fucking bitch." I muttered.

He laughed. "Seriously, let's start over. Hi, my name is Charles, you must be Carrie." He extended his hand.

"Oh my God." I muttered. I shook my head and smiled at him. "I am such an idiot."

"Oh?" He laughed, "Well if you see Carrie, send her my way, Suchanidiot."

I rolled my eyes, how very corny and appropriate at the moment. I took his hand in both of mine and leaned over and kissed his hand softly. "It is a pleasure to meet you Charles."

He squeezed my hand and we walked around the school once. Charles was a decent guy. He was in college and had come out to watch his little cousin play football. That in itself was a laugh, there wasn't much little about Brad, and get your head out of the gutter; I'm not referring to his thingee. He was a Liberal Arts major, which he told me meant that he didn't have a clue what he wanted to do yet, though he had thought of doing something in broadcasting or marketing. We talked a little about my art and he surprised me by being one of the few guys I knew outside of my art class who even knew who Monet was.

We strolled and laughed and came at last down the hill toward the parking lot and I truly wanted to walk around the school another ten times and told him so. He laughed and thanked me, but insisted we go and enjoy the party. I was far too pretty to be kept alone all night.

He was flattering and sweet. I really had grown on him and any thoughts of being a lesbian slut were chased far from my mind. We got to the car and Brad and Rebecca broke up their make out session, which had moved inside the car and now had his pants open and her dress up, though it didn't look as though we had interrupted actual penetration.

"Hi Charles, Hi Carrie" Brad laughed as Rebecca said "Oh shit" and quickly fixed herself. Brad closed his pants up, nothing I hadn't seen already, but I doubt Charles wanted to see it. They got out and finished straightening their clothes.

"Rebecca, you are a bitch." Charles laughed.

Brad laughed lightly until she elbowed his rib hard. She looked at him and wondered why he said that. Then she looked at me and understood and started laughing.

"What did she say?" She laughed.

"Don't worry about it." Charles replied. "I have found Carrie to be a quite charming girl and we are ready to meet her public." He took my hand and bowed and I laughed.

Even Rebecca couldn't help but laugh, he was funny. I'd say what an aphrodisiac, but it wasn't at the moment. We all got in and headed towards the party. "Oh shit!" Rebecca exclaimed. "I almost forgot, swing by Courtney's." She told Brad.

I wasn't sure what she was up to, but I wasn't comfortable with this sudden change of plans at all. We pulled into a large driveway to an immense house and the car stopped. "Come in with me Carrie." Rebecca chirped and I got out with her.

We went to the beautiful front door of the beautiful house where the beautiful girl lived that I had made unable to attend tonight's party and I felt horrible. She rang the bell and Courtney's mom answered. She was beautiful as well, how fitting.

"Hi Mrs. Covington." Rebecca greeted. "Can Carrie and I go up and see Courtney for a bit?"

"Of course Rebecca, come on in. I'm sure she will be delighted to see you." She looked at my bandaged hands and frowned slightly. "Nice to meet you Carrie." She returned her smile.

"Nice to meet you too Mrs. Covington." I returned meekly. I was unable to meet her gaze, I felt like she would see in my eyes that I had been the one to disfigure her daughter.

I went with Rebecca up the grand staircase and around the corner and she knocked on the door. "Court, it's Rebecca, can I come in?"

"Sure." Courtney chirped from behind the door. "It's open."

Rebecca opened the door and I stood there in fear and awe. Her room was as gorgeous as she was. A beautiful frilly pink bedspread over a beautiful white four poster bed sat against the wall. The furniture was exquisite, the paintings on her wall tasteful, and the entertainment center was state of the art.

I forced myself inside and Rebecca shut and locked the door. "Go ahead Carrie."

Courtney had been lying on her bed, listening to music and was facing away from us when we came in, but at the sound of my name, she turned her head sharply. "Get that bitch out of here." She said, but didn't scream thankfully.

I looked at her. Her eyes were so dark. Her nose was a mass of gauze with a silver piece of metal on the center. I felt so miserable. I knew what I had to do. I didn't even regret it; I didn't think there was anything as horrible as what I had done to her.

I sank to my knees at her bedside and she jumped a little when I approached her. "Courtney," I begged my head down before her. "I am so very sorry for what I did. I had no reason or right to attack you like that. I was angry with myself, not you. You are so beautiful and I can never repay you for what I did to you. But, I am willing to do whatever you ask, whatever you want, whenever and as long as it pleases you to try to make it up to you."

I thought this was enough. I basically laid everything out to her. I looked up and she was staring at me, surprised. She looked up at Rebecca. "Is she for real?"

Rebecca said, "Yeah, she feels like shit about it. Go ahead and fuck her up if you want. We are going to the party from here."

She looked at me and my eyes were welled up with tears. She giggled. "Get up here." She ordered, though she didn't raise her voice in anger.

I got up and leaned over and closed my eyes, waiting for her to punch me in the face. I braced myself for it, but it didn't come. "You think I want to punch you?" Courtney asked, amused.

"If it makes you feel better Courtney." I whispered. "Anything you want." I gasped.

She giggled again. "I don't want to mess up your make up. But, I'll see you after the party."

I opened my eyes. She was just being Courtney. She winked at me and winced in pain.

"God, I'm so sorry Courtney. Does it hurt a lot?" I asked, letting tears fall to her beautiful bedspread.

"Yes it does." She smiled at me. I groaned.

"Would it make you feel better if I hurt you?" She asked in her giggling way.

"Yes." I admitted. I wanted her to break my nose and make it all even.

"Okay, I'll hurt you real good later. But not right now. Go have fun Carrie. And have a drink for me." She chirped.

"Come with us." I asked. "Please? I'll kick anyone's ass if they say anything about you. Rebecca will too."

She laughed. "I'm sure you would. But no, I don't think my adoring public would approve of my face right now. It should look a lot better by Monday. Besides, I get to watch the party on DVD later. Over and over again."

I understood. Beautiful people had to be beautiful. She would never leave the house with a hair out of place, much less in her current state. "Want me to stay with you?" I offered.

She laughed. "Yes, I would like that very much. But, I'm afraid my moaning might alert my mom and dad and my horny little brother. Go and have fun Carrie. I'll forgive you completely in about five years." She giggled.

I leaned up and kissed her cheek softly. She let me. "You are so beautiful Courtney."

"I know. Now go before I pull you between my legs and change my mind." She laughed.

I got up and wiped my tears with my fingers. "You just smeared your mascara Carrie." Courtney giggled. "That is a bathroom, go clean up right." She indicated a door opposite her bed and I smiled and nodded in appreciation.

"Well you are a hell of a lot nicer than I would have been to the bitch." Rebecca said.

"Oh?" Courtney giggled. "Don't be so sure."

I cleaned up and bidding Courtney goodbye, we promised to see her later. We headed out to the car and drove off to the party.

Charles was very good at getting my mind off Courtney. He engaged me in thrilling conversation about college and parties and promised to take me to one some day if I wanted. I reflected briefly on Rick and quickly snapped that asshole back out of my mind.

By the time we arrived at the party, Charles and I were sitting quite close together and I was constantly fighting urges to make out with him. It was nice to get out of the car. Brad and Rebecca led the way. I wasn't even sure whose house we were at, but it was a huge house in the country, with land all around it. The nearest neighbor was a good tenth of a mile up the road.

We went inside and it was a very wide open floor layout. We were probably the last ones to arrive; the place was packed with football players, their girlfriends and all the cheerleaders, but one. I looked around for Julie; I wanted to introduce her to Charles. I wasn't crazy about the idea, thinking it might spur some jealousy, but I thought I'd introduce Farin later too.

One of the players, I assumed the host of the party, came up and offered us all a beer. I never really drank beer and turned it down. Brad, Rebecca and Charles accepted though and we headed in. His name was Ron and he said there was some wine and mixed drinks in the kitchen. I figured I would sip a glass of wine, especially if it was good wine.