Chapter 4: Thursday’s Child

Times like these make me want to order a king-size bed.

I preferred to snuggle next to Cassidy’s soft bosom rather than Brandi’s wiry ass. Good thing my assistant didn’t mind. Still, I started that Thursday morning with a back-stretching yawn that woke Cass. “Sorry, Cass,” I whispered as my yawn dragged. “I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

“It’s okay, Sunny.” She smiled and resettled herself. “I slept well.” Cassidy seemed overly grateful. She was constantly being so humble and making us look bad. “It’s time to get up, anyway.”

“Yeah.” I agreed before getting tender. “Listen, Cass. Thank you for holding me last night. It meant a lot.”

Cassidy gave me a warm smile, almost bursting with tears. “You never have to thank me for that, Sunny. I’ll always be here to hold you.”

I sighed. The exasperation flooded back. “Let’s hope these last few dates go well, so that’s not an issue.”

“You guys are going to make me puke.” Brandi groaned into her pillow before rising. “God, Cass, I’m surprised YOU’RE awake. That was quite a workout you got last night. Maybe you lost a few pounds, eh?”

“I’m fine, Brandi.” Cass scowled, annoyed. “I just need to take a shower.”

“You never took a shower?” Brandi squawked with outrage. “You must love my load in you, Cass. “ Brandi inched towards Cassidy and rested against her. “What are you up to? Hoping for a baby or something?”

I couldn’t help but snicker—and gag. Nobody wanted to see Brandi as a father--or mother, for that matter.

“No!” Cass backed her balmy ass into my crotch, trying to get away from Brandi. “It’s nothing like that, Brandi. I was just tired.”

“I can imagine,” I muttered.

“I can, too.” Brandi winked. “Sunny, are you horny?”

I gave a hearty sigh. “You know I’m always horny, Brandi.” I played along, knowing where she was going with this.

She didn’t say another word. Instead, she positioned herself behind Cassidy and craned her neck to the girl’s collarbone. Cassidy moaned aloud as Brandi sank her teeth into the soft flesh around her neck. Brandi’s rough fingers kneaded two fistfuls of fat across Cass’ body-- it caused her cock to stand at attention. She slowly brought Cass to the doggy-style position while she hovered behind.

Brandi’s chest heaved with excitement as she played her throbbing cock head around the plump folds of Cass’ beautiful cunt. My god, was this hot. Although I had seen Brandi fuck Cassidy a million times, this was different. I could see Brandi’s old jism drool from Cassidy’s worn pussy, even from the opposite side. Her body quaked with a slow rhythm. She was being fucked again, destined to take yet another load.

“Ugh! Ngh! Squirm, you little piggy. “Brandi snarled. From the looks of Cassidy’s contorted face, I could tell Brandi was forcing herself deeper inside.

I heard Brandi’s rhythmic slapping against Cass--their throaty grunts accompanied the audible squishing from Cass’ loins. Gushes of cum stained the bedspread in thick dollops. Holy shit, Brandi could come so much. My cock was pitching a painful tent as I gawked at my assistant, getting plowed by my cousin. I had to join.

I pulled the tee high over my head and tossed it aside. Placing my palm on the back of Cassidy’s bobbing head, I guided her mouth on my cock. The hum of her throat sent a shiver down my spine. I threw my head back as her lips and tongue danced up and down my shaft. “Oh, god!” I whimpered, crawling on top of the bed. Cass gagged when my member hit the back of her throat, but that didn’t stop her from giving me the best blowjob since Tuesday! Rivulets of drool trickled from both sides of her puckered lips as I rammed my cock deeper. My eyes met Brandi’s as our thrusting became tandem. We smiled as we fucked her from both ends. It was our most beloved game. Who was going to come first? Our breathing quickened as we rocked Cass harder-- faster. I watched Brandi’s chiseled abs tighten as she shuddered. She grunted violently, and Cassidy screamed as she felt Brandi fill her up one more time.

I won’t lie; Brandi winning at anything irked me. Of course, it did nothing to turn me off. I mouth-fucked her as the butterflies in my stomach tightened. My cream boiled up my shaft and bubbled into Cassidy’s throat with such force that it pushed me out of her mouth. A few jets stained the sheets with the rest of our commingled juices. Cassidy coughed up my cream, and some of Brandi’s leaked from her pussy as she lay a heaving mess. She needed a shower now.

☼☼☼

The ‘sandwich session’ Brandi and I gave Cass put me way behind schedule for the rest of the morning. After breakfast and a (very cramped three-girl) shower, I popped into the town car and headed to cheerleading practice.

Now, I know what you’re probably thinking. Sunny, you’re a cheerleader at an all-girls school? Our team was more ironic than anything. We didn’t perform for sweaty Neanderthals, shortening each other’s lifespans during a football game. At our school, cheerleading was an intramural activity that served us. We weren’t much, but the exercise kept us fit, and it was an excuse to wear shorter skirts.

Enter Alice McCall. Although she was the shortest team member, she always stood out in a crowd. Indeed, Alice was the first to catch my eye when I approached the green behind the school. Her cutesy blonde pigtails bobbed as she stretched her tanned calf muscles. I came in at the right angle for a great view of her. Alice had quite the ass on her, and her skirt rode up just enough to stir the butterflies in my stomach.

I waved to my group, a dozen preppy young women of varying heights and shades. The only constant was our short crimson uniforms and the fact that we were all hot pieces of ass. Too much? Not enough?

The morning’s horseplay with Brandi and Cassidy put me behind schedule. I annoyed myself for not beating the girls to the field. Ah, well. They still let me lead the warm-up stretching. I stood with legs stretched, facing the girls in a wobbly line, and gracefully slid my left hand down to my right ankle. I couldn’t help but glance at Alice’s pretty face on the way down. She tossed the long bangs from her eyes and gave me a quick wink. Alice had the cutest dimples. Her toothpaste smile could light up a room when her lips turned upward. I switched legs, and the girls followed suit. Alice upped her ante and blew me a quick kiss. I smiled back while stretching, even though her gesture confused me. Alice was never one for such PDA-- not that I was complaining.

We warmed up on the grassy track that outlined the entire campus. The team filed behind me as we headed out in a tight grouping at first, but as we settled into the first leg of the jog, the group splintered into little microcliques and couples; this was the best way to determine who on the cheerleading team was screwing whom.

“Hey, Sunny.” Alice came up to the front to jog alongside me. Her perfect pigtails jiggled as she tried to match my leggy strides. “Running late today, were we?”

“Ugh,” I groaned in disgust. “Don’t remind me. My cousin showed up yesterday and never left.” I closed my legs so Alice didn’t have to work as hard to keep pace. I can’t have her gassed so early in the day. “I hate being late.”

“You’ve got a ton on your plate, Sunny.” Alice reminded. “We ALL do. We’re seniors, after all. Figuring out what to do with the rest of our lives is a full-time job.”

I smiled. “I’ve gotta be honest, Alice. I don’t have much planned for tonight. It’s going to be late when we leave practice.” I stopped talking to get a second wind and take in the beauty of Alice’s flawless cherub face. Her cheeks had already become flushed and sweaty. Even her pigtails had started to come undone. She was a beautiful mess, in my opinion. “I’m just looking forward to spending some time with you,” I said with a smile, feeling more lovey-dovey than usual.

“That’s great, Sunny. That’s all I want to do tonight.” Alice swooned. She sounded relieved in a way (kinda weird). Why would she have expected anything else?

Most importantly, I found myself in a quandary. In my entire adult life, I had never seen sex as more than an excellent recreation. Get in, get off, get out. Repeat that with as many people as you’d like. But sometime that day, I got in my head the desire to hold Alice for a while--to comfort her as she drifted to sleep in my arms. WEIRD. Maybe it was because I was testing these waters of commitment. Sexual compatibility might not be the only thing in life. SUPER WEIRD.

At any rate, the team had hit the “cool down” part of our run. Another five minutes, and we’d be back to the practice area. “Alice.” I huffed as my job strode into a walk. “I talked to Marcy. Are you doing okay?”

It was as if the question was a branch that someone threw on the track. In other words, she stumbled. She was not entirely falling; otherwise, she would have lost all rhythm and forward movement. “Umm...” She wiped the streak of dirty sweat from her brow. “Yeah, I’m okay. But” Alice dragged her fatigued legs until she got them back into a decent gallop. “Well, I started with so many girlfriends this year. We all did. But Sunny, don’t you think everyone seems to be pairing up and getting serious?”

“I have noticed that.” I hung my head, memories of Sara and Marcy muddying my good mood. “Not that there’s anything wrong with playing the field. I’ve been thinking about being exclusive myself.”

“Really? With whom?” Alice’s response was terse and probing. “Me?”

“Possibly.” I frowned. I now expected her to sprint another lap around the school just to escape me.”

But Alice stepped off the track and pulled her legs back to stretch her quads. She never took her eyes off me, even as I continued walking. “Cool.” She said at last.

Cool? SUPER SUPER WEIRD.

☼☼☼

Alice squirted her sports bottle under her head as she and I walked away from the practice green. The cascading water soaked her top, bringing her pink sports bra into view. She shook her hair and sprayed the excess liquid over me. I squealed and pushed her away. Alice was always such a girl-next-door who was borderline tomboyish. She could dress to the nines in a cocktail dress or slob around in ripped t-shirts and sweats. Her versatility was her allure.

“You hungry, honey?” I asked while I dried my salted hair with my tiny towel.

Alice suddenly looked forlorn. She shrugged and folded her arms. “Not really.” She moped. “Do you want to come back to my place?”

That was one of the things I loved about my relationship with Alice. She could host. Sometimes I get sick of screwing in fields and alleys or whatever. Her bed or my bed. So simple. So normal. Alice was an emancipated youth, a trust-fund baby who lived in a suburban townhome. She didn’t hide me or my condition. God, I was ready to move in with her tomorrow. We hopped into her new silver Porsche Boxster convertible and sped out of the school parking lot. Alice was the only one of my prospects who drove her car and seemed to like it. She could hire a driver as I did. But there was something focused and free about Alice when she pulled down her shades and let the wind whip at her face that was empowering. I smiled as I propped my feet on the dashboard.