Senior Year Memories Ch. 39

"This'll do nicely, thanks," I said, looking at the food. "Though it looks like you got enough for three."

"That's actually why I'm here. You just missed Riley, she ran to the restroom, and she is why I wanted to call you here today, but I'll be happy to explain to the best of my abilities the situation before she returns," Kitty said.

Playfully, I responded, "So formal."

Kitty shrugged, then spoke with a quick, confident, casual tone. "There's a lot of bad stereotypes perpetuated about us cheerleaders, and I try not to perpetuate them when I can. I've got a brain, I choose to exercise it if my 4.0 has anything to say about it, thankyouverymuch. And, as you certainly know by now, I'm not the only one on the squad with a few brain cells to rub together."

"Oh, I know it," I said. I knew Brooke, Dakota and Sasha to be very, very smart, and that pretty much all of the girls had their particular corners of academia that they excelled in. "I wasn't criticizing, just a little surprised given the reason Brooke seemed to indicate that you wanted to call me here."

"Oh! Well, it certainly is related to that!" Kitty said, a bright smile overtaking her face. "I am hoping I could talk you into having sex with both of us by the end of the day today, so long as Riley is in the mood to play around, anyway; I just thought it might be best to wine and dine you first to better explain myself."

"Of course," I replied.

"When our clothes are on anyway; all bets are off when they hit the floor," she said, grinning devilishly. "We're only human, after all."

"Of course," I said, taking a sip of my Coke. "So... why don't you start at the beginning?"

"Gladly," Kitty replied, straightening herself up and taking a breath. "A lot of us on the squad are very good friends... very *close* friends, as I know you have plenty of firsthand experience with."

"I do," I said, sighing fondly with memories of New Year's Eve.

"But, out of all of us, nobody is quite so close as Riley and I are," she explained, picking a single fry to munch while thinking this over. "We've known each other forever. Took the same gymnastics classes, were part of all the same after school clubs, joined the squad together... hell, we even have the same birthday. Everyone in our families says that the two of us might as well be twins... which we obviously, and quite thankfully, aren't, because of everything we've been doing this year..."

"Obviously," I replied.

Kitty continued, "I mean, we were each other's first orgasms, we lost our virginity to the same guy five minutes apart from one another... hell, we were supposed to go to Dakota's New Year's party, we were so excited to meet you, but a guy I was going with at the time decided that he wanted to be a jealous ass and no longer with me, and that didn't exactly put me in an orgy mood mood. Riley spent the whole of New Year's trying to cheer me up, and it worked, because she is one of the kindest, sweetest, most genuinely joyful people on Earth..."

She paused for a moment, sadly stealing another fry before continuing.

"I don't want to make it sound like it's only because I want to repay her for her kindness, because I would do this anyway just because I love her, but I *do* want to repay her. I want to repay her for everything she has done as my best friend... my other half that I would be thoroughly useless without. Ever since Brendan broke up with her before Valentine's, I've tried cheering her up on my own, I've tried it with the help of the other girls, I've tried everything that's cheered her in the past, but nothing has worked. I thought it might be time to bring out the big guns," Kitty explained, looking down at her food and unconsciously reaching up to touch her headband.

I thought about this. Kitty seemed a considerate girl, and I'd heard only good things about her from my other friends on the cheer squad, but I didn't know if this was such a good idea. I didn't know either of these girls, and in a fragile situation like this, I didn't want to risk that I might actually make things worse. I was game to try if Kitty thought it might be a good idea, but... I still had reservations.

"So, I'm the big guns?" I asked, trying to keep things light and jokey, but also cautiously probing the situation.

"Don't sound so skeptical!" Kitty said, reaching across the table to touch my hand warmly. "I've heard the stories! I've seen the pictures and the videos and... and I'm honestly sorry it's taken so long to arrange this. Riley and I are kind of a package deal, and timing just hasn't worked out perfectly for one of us or another for the course of the year. The timing now, though, is perfect, even if the circumstances that it came up during aren't exactly the best. I think, though, between the two of us, if we put all our efforts together, we can, you know, 'cheer her up'?"

I smiled, warmly, and hoped that I could soften this next part as much as possible. "It sounds great, really, it does, but I'd be lying if I said I didn't have concerns."

"Oh?" Kitty asked, her smile fading, slightly.

"Well..." I said, sighing, trying to order these words correctly. "You said that *you* thought it was time to bring out the big guns; can I trust by that wording that you haven't told Riley about this plan to 'cheer her up'?"

Kitty bit her lip. "You've got me there. I thought that springing this on her might be the best way... but it's because I *know* her. I know her as well as I know myself, and that sometimes throwing her into the deep end is what she needs, and I know she needs some of it now. She's hurting, and it sucks... it sucks so hard. Brooke... she's told me about what you've been doing this month. That you're trying to help girls who need it. Riley needs it. Will you try to help me help her?"

Her request was so plain and raw, there was no other way I could have answered. "Of course."

"Good," Kitty said, her eyes darting to the side of the restaurant. "Because she's coming over here right now."

I straightened up as I turned to watch 18-year-old Riley Richardson approach us, and smiled in as friendly a manner as possible. This seemed especially necessary since seeing me at the table seemed to leave her very, very confused.

"I thought Brooke was joining us..." Riley said.

If Kitty seemed small, she had nothing on Riley. At 4'8" and barely over 80 pounds, she was the very definition of tiny. A lightly tanned blonde with hair that fell to her shoulders and held back by a hairband, aside from her hair I understood how could have been mistaken for a twin of Kitty, with their similar size, and cute faces. Riley's delicate features and big blue eyes looked better suited for a mythical fairy princess than they did for a small-town cheerleader, but it was a look that suited her well. Similarly, she had that tight gymnast's body, held in what seemed to be an identical pair of designer jeans, though Riley favored a faded pink t-shirt rather than Kitty's preppier blouse.

"That was a little white lie," Kitty admitted. "Brooke and I did talk, but only because I've been wanting to meet Ryan for a while, and today seemed as good a day as any to borrow him. I hope you don't mind?"

Riley looked at me skeptically. Her pretty face, one that was clearly used to smiling, had recently and quite clearly fallen out of the habit of holding any good cheer. I raised a hand offering her a half wave.

"Hey," I said.

"Hi..." Riley replied, nervously sliding into the booth next to Kitty. Even sitting down like this, I had more than a foot in height on each of them, which rather than empowering, felt strangely intimidating in a way I had a hard time putting my finger on.

After a distinctly awkward silence, Riley said, "So... what did Brooke loan you out for, Ryan? Some homework help? Yardwork? Cleaning our rooms?"

Kitty butted in. "Riley-"

"I know why you called him here, and it's not gonna work! He's not just gonna sling his cock around and make everything better, no matter how hard you want it to!" Riley exclaimed, drawing a couple glances from nearby tables.

"Riley!" Kitty said, looking at me apologetically.

Though the food was delicious, I could see the situation becoming iffier by the moment, and I didn't want to make anything worse. I nearly stood up, nearly offered to leave because of this, not wanting there to be any problems, but then I saw it.

That look in Kitty's eyes. That look of desperation, of fear and love for her friend, of needing something, *anything* to work to help someone who was hurting reclaim who they used to be. It was a situation I was familiar with, this year, and if I left, I realized I might only make things worse.

So, I didn't leave.

"Please don't get pissed at Kitty; she only invited me here because she wanted to help, and I agreed because... well, I like helping," I said.

"Yeah, I'm sure that's all you like," Riley muttered, looking down at her food, before her eyes darted back to us with a look much like shame. "I'm sorry."

"It's alright. Someone broke your heart. We've all been there," I said. "Nobody's gonna claim that I've got a magic answer to your problems, that I or Kitty or anyone else can fix everything with the snap of our fingers, but, Kitty knows you, and she thinks that the three of us hanging out might actually help make you feel better, and while I don't know either of you all that well, it seems to me like Kitty's a pretty trustworthy person, and is really doing her best to be a good friend. Am I right?"

Looking back down at her food with a distinct pout, Riley answered, "Yeah."

Kitty looked at me, grateful, and added, "And Brendan-*fucking*-Cole is not someone you should be getting this broken up about. The guy's cute, and he's got an above-average muscle mass, but he's an idiot if he's breaking up with one of the cutest, sweetest, nicest little cheer sluts in the entire school."

"Awww, thanks," Riley said, looking up at Kitty with a warm smile.

"He's also an idiot in the traditional academic sense, but, I'll stay on topic here," Kitty said quickly. "He's a lousy football player, a lousier lay, and he's got a little dick. You shouldn't be broken up about a dingus like him. You should want blood! You should want revenge! And since it's said the best revenge is living well, I think the best way you can get back at him for being a dumbass is by getting back on the horse."

Kitty then turned to me, smiling playfully. "Or, as it may be, the horsecock. If he's willing, of course."

I looked to the two girls, and while I still could sense some serious hesitation from Riley, the way Kitty's eyes danced over me, I couldn't help but feel her lustful enthusiasm. The redheaded pixie with the kitty-cat ears looked wholesome and cute as a button, but the energy that came from her big green eyes was anything but wholesome. Kitty Stein was eyefucking me with a savagery I was utterly helpless against, not that I really wanted to resist.

Licking my lips a little nervously, I said, "I mean, you two are so beautiful... and I'm down for pretty much anything, but you probably knew that already."

Playfully poking Riley in the side with her elbow, Kitty added, "See? He thinks we're hot. And weren't you bugging me about us being about the only girls on the squad who hadn't had a chance with him yet? We can't get to the end of the year being the only two who haven't gotten any of this, can we? Kaitlyn would never let us hear the end of it."

"I don't know..." Riley said, looking at me again skeptically, before leaning to the side and looking at my pants. I think she might have been trying to look for my bulge, which was fairly pronounced at this point, not that my jeans did me any favors in showing it off.

"I... I guess... maybe..." Riley said with some finality, smiling up at me with a weak, cute smile.

"Excellent!" Kitty said, picking up and taking a bite from her Double-Double, her eyes darting back to me. "I know she seems a bit non-committal now, but, trust me, once the clothes start coming off, you'll see what she's capable of. My twinsie here may look tiny, but trust me, she's a complete and utter whore for huge fucking cock."

"Kitty!" Riley exclaimed, looking around nervously to make sure we weren't overheard, but unable to stifle her own giggle. Dropping her voice, she added, "Kitty's right, though, so... we'll see. I... can't say yes, can't say no. I just don't know."

Sensing where Kitty wanted to direct this, I suggested, "I don't think you have to know for now. Why don't we just finish our food, spend a little time just talking, relaxing, maybe talking more shit about your ex if it makes you feel better, and then we can just go back to one of our places and see what happens? I know I may not look like much, but I assure you, dressed or undressed I'm pretty good company, and know a thing or two about cheering up those in need of a good cheer."

Kitty looked practically ready to jump me already, while Riley still looked undecided. I could see a lot going on behind her pretty blue eyes, her eyes darting between her food, Kitty and me constantly, before landing on me. Her pouty lips curled into a hopeful smile, and she nodded softly as if making a great decision.

"Screw it... let's do it... let's see what happens," Riley decided.

"And my parents won't be in until quite late tonight, so, we should have the house to ourselves..." Kitty suggested.

"Sounds like a plan," I said, raising my Coke in a toast. Kitty raised her cup enthusiastically as well, and while Riley was slow to join, she did join us in this playful gesture, clinking our paper cups together in a hopeful promise of future depravity.

***

Kitty Stein's bedroom wasn't nearly as pink as Brooke's, but it was pretty close. The walls were all a soft, faded shade of the color, as were her sheets, blankets and pillows and pretty much any other piece of furniture that had any fabric cover to it. My best guess, though, was that this wasn't entirely by Kitty's choice at this point in her life, as she had an impressively full set of bookcases covering most of her walls, as well as a few band posters that leaned slightly more toward the emo than they did toward the cutesy.

Of the framed photos on the wall, only a small handful were of Kitty with her family, while the vast majority were her and Riley doing... well, pretty much everything you'd be cool putting in a framed photo at your family's home. Kitty and Riley doing gymnastics. Kitty and Riley in their cheer uniforms, doing the splits side by side (nice) and proudly holding their pom-poms in the air. Kitty and Riley on Halloween and Christmas and at the beach, hanging out with the rest of the cheer squad, or just hanging out, relaxing with each other. They were all smiles, and quite often wearing the same clothes, some of them in a way that gave off some vague Grady Twins from The Shining vibes, but not enough to scare me away from Kitty's room.

Most importantly, I got a good look at her bed. While it was nearly half-covered in decorative pillows and stuffed animals, it was certainly big, which would be good for our purposes.

"We've shared a lot of good times in here, haven't we?" Kitty asked, padding barefoot toward her bed. We'd all left our shoes and socks by the front door, one of those extra steps that would save us a lot of trouble later.

"Yeah," Riley said, smiling nostalgically. "Sleepovers."

"Boys," Kitty replied.

"Play dates," Riley said.

"Girls," Kitty shrugged.

Smiling mischievously, Riley tried to shoot back another wholesome answer. "Playing dress-up."

Grabbing her friend by the wrist and yanking her to the bed, Kitty laughed. "Playing doctor."

Riley laughed back, tickling Kitty fiercely. Kitty was all too happy to return the gesture, the two of them battling, rolling over on top of each other and onto the pile of pillows and stuffed animals, pushing many of these off the bed as they cleared space and playfully wrestled. It was a very cute, very hot sight, and the way my erection pushed insistently at the front of my jeans, I was having a pretty good time of it.

"I don't know whether to join in or stand here watching, but I'm loving the view either way," I said.

Kitty sat up in the bed, giggling and fending off Riley's eager hands. "Sorry, sorry, it's easy for us to get distracted when we're together. Kind of the twinsie thing."

"Yeah, it usually takes a whole lot to not get lost in those green eyes and fast fingers... they've led to a lot of good times," Riley said, sighing pleasantly. "Like, remember when you got the the other girls on the squad to strip me and hold me down and had all the basketball team take turns on me? Ah... that was so much fun. I came soooooooo much."

"That actually wouldn't be the first one to come to mind," Kitty said, nodding and sighing nostalgically. "But it was a really good one. I came a whole lot watching you."

I could imagine it was one hell of a moment. Seeing such a tiny girl getting pinned by the other girls on the squad (no doubt naked themselves) as a bunch of big guys took their turns with her...

Wait, now I was the one getting distracted.

"Which one were you thinking of?" Riley asked.

Kitty replied, "Well, remember the time the bus broke down and we-"

I finally cleared my throat.

"So, am I joining in or am I standing over here watching?" I asked pleasantly, smiling as I watched the two girls still platonically intertwined.

"Oh, yeah, join us!" Kitty said.

"Sorry again," Riley replied, as if finishing Kitty's sentence.

"Totally, come on, get over here. We *are* here to cheer this little minx up, aren't we?" Kitty suggested, waving me over.

I strolled over toward the bed, and though I knew it was a risky proposition, managed to pry the two of them apart and sit between them.

Answering Kitty's question, I said, "Totally."

They both giggled in an almost frightening unison. Riley said, "Brooke's been getting to him."

"That's what I was going to say!" Kitty exclaimed, poking her friend across me.

Sitting next to them, with each one of them only a couple inches away from me, I was suddenly hyper-aware of the serious size disparity between us. I had more than a foot in height on both of these girls, and their bodies, so slender and petite, if still quite lean from their gymnastics and cheerleading, it felt like even at my size I might actually crush them.

This... this was going to prove a unique experience, I wagered.

"So, ummm... how do we want to start this?" I asked, looking from one girl to the other.

"How do you start it with the others?" Kitty asked.

"Yeah, are you the take charge type, or are you more sweet and romantic?" Riley added.

"Because we've heard conflicting things," Kitty said.

"Yeah," Riley replied.

At the rate my head was bouncing back and forth between them, I might as well have been watching a game of ping pong.

"It depends," I said. "But when it comes to cheerleaders... the others have usually just jumped me, and things go from there."

"Oh, that's fun," Kitty said.

"Very fun," Riley agreed, still a little nervous, but clearly getting in more of a rhythm with Kitty that she was used to.

"Would you like to jump him first? I mean, this is meant to be the day we're here to cheer you up," Kitty suggested.

"I dunno," Riley said, slowly. "I'm still kinda fragile, I don't know if I'm ready yet."

"Awww, come on, woman up! What about living well? The best revenge and all that?" Kitty chided, poking Riley across from me.

Riley poked her back, giggling. "It's not that I won't ever be ready, I'm just not ready now. If you two wanna, you know, make out a little first, that might help."

Kitty and I exchanged a glance. I said, "I've heard worse ideas."

"Me too," Kitty replied, shifting her position and throwing one of her legs over mine. Quickly, she straddled my lap.