Chapter 30

By the time Melissa was back with Coraline, I had decided on a lime and coconut cake with passion fruit icing. I was puttering around when they walked back in. Coraline was cute, with brown hair and glasses. She waved nervously at everyone as Melissa offered her some lemonade. Coraline held to her chest a large manila envelope. I’d already made the icing and lime and coconut would pair with it well I thought.

“Hey, am I interrupting something,” Coraline asked. She looked at the kitchen table surrounded by fellow cheerleaders.

Grace looked at the newcomer, “Not really.”

“What’s up?” Asked Lavi.

“I was hoping to talk to Mr. Carlo,” she said shyly.

I paused, butter in hand. “Why?” I asked. To say Melissa and Lavi were eyeing Coraline would be an understatement.

“It’s kind of complicated, can we talk?” She looked around at everyone as if to imply somewhere less crowded.

“I’m making a cake.” I still had butter in my hand so I returned to measuring it. I didn’t know what was about to happen but I was pretty sure I was going to want cake by the end of it. Who was I kidding? I wanted cake right now.

“Uh, okay,” she shifted around on her feet and then took a seat. “So, I don’t know how much you know about me.”

“Not much. I don’t think we’ve talked except at the pool party.”

“Yeah, that was a blast, thank you. I’m sorry for whatever happened with Xinyi.”

The room mostly froze. Ji tried to sound casual, “What do you know about that?”

Coraline fidgeted. “Not much, but afterward Xinyi was super awkward, like when she gets called out on something so I figured something happened. And not you and Mr. Carlo, that wouldn’t embarrass her like that no matter what others are saying.”

Ji, Grace, Melissa, and Lavi all sent looks to each other. To distract Coraline I said, “It’s Robert, not Mr. Carlo please.”

“I don’t want to be disrespectful.”

“I need all the help I can get not feeling old,” I said with a smile. Melissa made a scoffing sound but didn’t say anything.

“Okay. Robert then,” Coraline said.

Lavi, “Can we move along with the whole, ‘why you’re here to talk to him’ thing?” It was a bit grumpy which caused Melissa to shoot Lavi a reproachful glance.

“Right, so, the thing is, I guess to understand,” she was tapping the envelope, “you kind of have to understand that I grew up without a dad. My mom said she didn’t know my dad.” I didn’t like where this was going. Envelopes can have legal documents, right? Seventeen years ago. I didn’t date that much. Did any of them look like Coraline? Why was I worrying about a cake? What was the bill for sixteen years of back child support? “So, I really empathized with the themes in Mrs. McCallister, I mean Heller’s, books about absent father figures. I’m kind of a big fan.” I breathed again. “And the other week Melissa mentioned your last name. Then it clicked for me, your name was the same as her college editor and Mrs. Heller said you were an old friend. And you’re him, right, the editor, her first editor she dedicated her book to, am I right?”

As she was talking Ji got up as if she was stretching but she moved to the island. Soon she was leaning against it and I kept getting the feeling she was watching me. In fact, I would periodically see her watching what I was doing and then move back to the group talking. Melissa’s eyes followed her.

I responded to Coraline, “Yep.” I got out the finely shaved coconut. How much? 160 grams? I got out the scale and it tipped at 171 grams, close enough I thought. I looked up. They were still looking at me. Was I supposed to say something else? “I edited her stories for the literary magazine back in college. She was super talented even then.”

Lavi looked suspicious, “How did you know her college editor’s name? I don’t think mom ever mentioned it anywhere. I’d never even heard it.”

Coraline, “I paid to interlibrary loan her stories from the magazines. The college photocopied and mailed them to me along with the cover and inside cover so it had the staff names.” That was a dedicated fan. She was out of her seat and still holding the envelope. “So, I know this is a lot and I don’t want to be a pest and I’ll ... I’ll do anything but ... oh my god, I feel like I’m spazzing.”

Lavi rolled her eyes at her. “Take a breath girl.”

“What she means,” Melissa walked around and put a hand on Coraline’s shoulder, “is that you’re among friends, no reason to be nervous.”

Coraline looked at Melissa, “Thanks. So, I get that it’s weird but ... would you read my stories?” She held the envelope out halfway as if she was afraid to have it too far out.

I was measuring out lime juice now. Her face was pleading. “Sure,” I said. “I’m not a literary agent or anything though. All I can do is give you my opinion.”

“Yeah, but Mrs. Heller said you helped her achieve what she wanted instead of pushing your own view. And, I want that. You can tell me where it’s bad and maybe what is worth improving.”

“She told you about me?” I asked.

“Well, not directly. She wrote in a blog post about five years ago when she started her Red Pen workshops that she wanted to foster young writers like her college editor had encouraged her. But thank you, thank you so much! If you ever need anything just ask.”

“There is nothing to pay back, it would be my honor Coraline.”

“Thank you. I guess I already said that but thanks. I, uh,” she looked around, “still feel like I interrupted.”

Grace, “We were discussing Mrs. Richardson’s bombshell today.”

The, “not competing”?

Melissa, “Yeah. What do you think?”

Coraline shrugged. “I was kind of surprised. I mean when I applied everyone talked about putting in lots of time for practice including her but it’s not a big deal to me.”

“Why did you apply,” asked Grace?

“Honestly, Emma pressured me, said it would be good for me, told me it would get me out of my shell. I was going to drop it.”

Zahra, “You were already on JV, right?”

“Only to be with her and Xinyi. It actually did help me some. I can do public speaking in class and stuff better now. And I do like that I get to spend time with Emma and Xinyi. They’ve been friends since we started as freshmen.” Ji nodded her head to that, clearly aware of it herself.

Grace, “When you came in we were talking about our options. Some of us might not even be on the team if it wasn’t for the competitions.”

Coraline, “It might be rough. Even if Richardson goes ahead some of the team looked pretty happy at not doing it. They might be disappointed and drag their feet which would pull everyone down, right?”

And I had a mixture in the KitchenAid and the oven preheating. I didn’t know about the future of cheer competitions, but I was going to have a cake. I glanced at the girls. Melissa and Grace were exchanging looks, clearly not having thought about how others could sink everything even if Richardson was overruled. Richardson might have done more damage with just that suggestion than they had realized. I grabbed a wooden spoon and banged it loudly on the side of a metal mixing bowl.

“Enough with contemplating the end of the world,” I said. “You’re going to talk yourselves into a miserable frenzy.”

“You have an alternative?” Grace asked.

“Cake.”

“It won’t be ready for, what, an hour?” asked Melissa.

“About that. I still need to put it in the oven and then it’ll have to cool for the frosting.” I got out two springform circular pans.

I heard the television over the sink turn on and then suddenly Zahra went “Oh!” I looked up. A selection box was over the file folder “Cheerleaders.” Someone was browsing through my networked storage, specifically my porn collection. I hadn’t made that folder though. I looked over and Lavi had her phone out and was grinning. Melissa was turning very red. I think I knew who made it.

“I’m out.” That was Grace and she was already standing.

“Oh, don’t act as if you’ve never watched porn with us,” said Lavi.

“Little different this time, Lavi,” Grace replied.

Zahra seemed amused at Grace’s discomfort but she was the ride so she got up, too. She waved at us as they left. “Cheers!”

I waved bye but kept working on the cake as I heard sound kick in.

“This isn’t professional is it,” asked Coraline?

“It looks like a cam girl kind of semi-amateur thing,” said Ji.

“Ji is the porn guru,” added Lavi.

Ji looked indignant, “Just because I know who Rocco Siffredi is, does not make me a porn guru.”

“No one else knew,” Lavi retorted. She turned to Coraline, “We did this trivia thing we found on the web last year. Some people got some kinky questions. Ji got every single one.”

Ji held up one hand defensively, “Hey, I am not going to be shamed just because no one else even reads the descriptions on Pornhub.”

Lavi interrupted. “Right, you’re more educated about porn, a guru, like I said.”

Coraline started laughing. That made Ji and Lavi both smile. They returned to the video. I glanced up but was getting the batter into the pans.

“Robert,” Ji asked, “why did you download this one?” She was still standing at the island where she could watch me.

“I didn’t, you’ll have to ask those two. I don’t recognize it.”

Melissa cleared her throat. “I got it. There were a bunch of videos but most didn’t have girls in uniforms.” It was then that the guy started to say something as he was getting a blowjob.

Lavi, “Oh my god. That voice. I’d walk away from giving a guy head if he sounded like that.”

“Does the voice matter that much?” Asked Coraline. Lavi paused the video.

Lavi, “Mellie can’t watch a nature documentary narrated by David Attenborough without getting wet, so ask her.”

Melissa stood up, “I’m getting wine. If I’m going to watch porn and have my kinks spread around I don’t feel like doing it without a little something.”

Ji, “Can I have some too?”

“Only if you’re staying for dinner. No driving and drinking”

“What are you having?”

I answered, “Korean BBQ.”

“I’m sold. I mean, if it’s okay.”

“You should ask your mom,” Lavi said, grinning. I didn’t need to speak teenager to know the look she got from Ji could translate as ‘eat shit and die.’ Still, she took out her phone and started texting.

Melissa was getting glasses out. “Coraline?”

“I can’t. My boyfriend is waiting for me.” She looked embarrassed like she was being the uncool kid. Melissa walked over and gave her a hug and stepped back.

Melissa, “It’s all good. We’ll hang some other time, all right?”

“Great!” She smiled and made her way to the door.

As she walked away I said, “I’ll save you a piece of cake.”

“Thanks!” She waved to me. Lavi followed and was back seconds later. In the meantime, Melissa had given Ji a glass of wine. Ji’s phone dinged. She looked at it and turned it off.

“So... , “ Lavi asked, “what did she say?”

Ji took another drink of the wine, “She said to have fun and be safe.”

Lavi, “Anything else?”

Ji sighed. “I told her I was having a glass of wine and staying for dinner. Then ... she said she would bring me over a change of clothes if I needed to spend the night.” Then the Chinese cheerleader laid her forehead in her hand and growled in frustration.

“And your alibi just went out the door,” said Melissa.

The cake was in now so I poured a glass of wine myself. “Living room,” I said and grabbed the bottle to take with me.

“We’re going to get comfortable?” Melissa asked.

“I am,” I replied. “Nubile harlots have been watching porn while I make a cake. It’s been hard for so long I can’t feel it anymore. I’m at least going to get comfortable.”

“Ah, poor baby,” said Melissa who followed quickly.

Melissa and I reached the living room as Lavi and Ji were still chatting and leaving the kitchen. Melissa said, “Hey, Robert, I wanted to...” I turned to look at her. “Oh.” She was looking in my eyes. “I know that look.”

I put the bottle and glass down, grabbed the back of her neck, and pushed her into the wall as I kissed her. Her wine swished around and a drop spilled out onto her wrist. I took her wrist, lifted it up to lick the wine up onto my tongue and faced her again. I laid my forehead against her.

“Your friend is about to walk in here, our guest, and I’m one bad choice away from fucking you in the doorway so she’d have to step over us to get through.”

Melissa was purring now, “Maybe not a bad idea exactly...”

I pressed her against the wall with my body. “I’m not joking,” I said into her ear.

“I’m not either.” She sucked in a shallow breath. “Go ahead, do it. Fuck me. You want it,” she ran a fingernail across my earlobe, “you need it.”

“We have a guest,” I repeated.

“She might as well know what she’s flirting with. I saw her watching you in the kitchen. Maybe she needs it.”

“Do you know what you’re flirting with?” I asked.

“I don’t know what I’ll think later, but right now I think you fucking a lifelong memory into her sounds like a really good idea.”

I looked in her eyes. I loved this woman and she knew it but my blood was about to boil over. I wasn’t quite gone yet though. “Give me your panties.”

Melissa smiled and without hesitation handed me her wine glass and with one hand on the wall lifted a leg to pull her panties down and over one foot and then the other and then gave them to me in exchange for her wine glass back.

I turned to Ji and Lavi, who were both watching from the hallway. Lavi was smiling and Ji looked both shocked and was squirming as if resisting the urge to rub her thighs together. I walked over to Lavi. “Yours.” I held out my hand. She had less agility than Melissa but Lavi managed to quickly get her own panties off and flash us simultaneously.

I turned to Ji who took a step back. I shook my head, “No, these are for you.” I held Lavi’s and Melissa’s out to her.

“Why,” she asked.

“These two flirts have been seeing what they could provoke now it’s your choice. You take these. You want them to do something, you hand them their panties. That something by the way could be to leave you alone, stop teasing, anything you want. Anything.” I stressed the last word and looked at Lavi sternly. For once she nodded solemnly.

Ji took the panties. I turned back to find Melissa in the living room now with her hands-free. “What if Ji wants you to do something?” She was smirking.

“Fine.” I stopped, dropped my sweats and pulled down my own boxer shorts shooting Ji and Lavi a full moon that Lavi wolf-whistled at. I pulled my sweats back up and tossed the boxers to Ji. “There you go.”

With that, we finally made it into the living room. In minutes Lavi had the TV on and queued backup to the video she had been playing in the kitchen. Everyone was tense but Ji seemed to be in good spirits and Melissa was high on adrenaline. I lay on the end of the couch with Melissa in my lap grinding against my erection. Lavi in turn lay up against Melissa. Ji sat on the other end but let her feet reach out and touch Lavi’s leg but that’s as far as she seemed to want contact right now.

“At least she had a blanket under her knees,” said Melissa, referring to the girl giving the blowjob on screen.

Lavi, “I want to know why there are two footballs on the ground.”

“To let us know he’s a football player,” I offered.

Lavi, “They’re different sizes, one is peewee size.”

Ji giggled, “You know what they say about men with small hands.”

“Well, he’s proving it,” Melissa said.

“Am I the only one distracted by that black thing on the groun?,” Asked Ji.

“No, that’s bugging me too,” I said. “It looks like trash.” The other thing bothering me was that I could feel Melissa’s sex just a few inches from my cock. I was very hard and her body heat was like having a fire in my lap. I felt the moisture between us, I don’t know if it was sweat or from her cleft, but it allowed me to shift gently and rub against her which made her tense. I saw her hand turn into a fist holding Lavi’s hair.

Lavi was shifting her legs and Ji discretely looked. Melissa and I watched while we discretely coupled.

Ji, “She is super quiet. Who wants porn where they’re quiet?”

“It’s probably a backyard. They don’t want the neighbors to check out the noise,” I said.

“She does seem to be enjoying it,” Melissa offered.

Lavi, “I’m sorry but he’s wearing sneakers and no pants. I would never let a pantless guy in shoes near me.”

“A woman in heels is sexy but yeah,” said Ji.

“Seems like a sexist distinction to me,” I offered.

Melissa, “I can not wear heels again if you feel strongly about it.”

“I don’t feel that strongly.”

Ji giggled and Lavi grinned. Suddenly the porn was over and Lavi threw up her hands. “Scoring time!”

“Scoring time?” I asked.

Melissa, “Whenever we had squad sleepovers if we watched porn everyone had to give a score, one to ten. I’ll start, six out of ten. It didn’t seem fake but it wasn’t really exciting.”

“Five,” said Lavi. “And I think I’m being generous.”

“That uniform looked like a costume and I don’t watch porn to watch mimes. It gets a three,” Ji said.

Melissa turned to me, “Your turn.”

“I’ll go with five too. It was all right but yeah, not exciting.”

Lavi set the next video to play. It opened in a bedroom with a girl on a bed facing away from us playing with herself.

Ji, “Did someone license the worst dubstep in the world for this video? Oh my God, this is bad.”

Melissa, “The uniform looks real though, it even says Eagles on it like a real school.”

“Even the spanks look legit,” said Lavi, “Costumes don’t usually have those.”

Ji, “All right, so she might be, or have been, a real cheerleader, the sound is still crap. She has a nice ass, though.”

Lavi, “Are you an ass woman?” Lavi shifted, letting her shirt dress ride up showing her own posterior.

JI, “I can appreciate a nice booty if that’s what you’re asking.”

Suddenly the girl in the video turned and we could see her face. I commented, “She is pretty.” All the girls nodded in agreement.

Then a guy walked on screen and ruined it. “I’ve got something else you can be naughty with,” he said. I tried not to laugh but failed and we all started giggling.

Melissa was feeling her wine, “They need a distinguished English professor who is going to help keep her from failing modern poetry.”

Ji was staring at Melissa, “Oh my GOD! I did not need to know you roleplay that stuff!”

“I don’t! I was talking about porn, not my bedroom!”

“Or the kitchen, or couch, or jacuzzi, or the pool, or under the tree...” Lavi added.

Ji held up her hand in a stop gesture. “I get it.”

Lavi, “I’ve grown to see Mellie’s viewpoint more and more on this.”

Ji, “Really?”

“Robert reads me poetry. It’s sexy as fuck. Listen to this.” Lavi crawled over to Ji and on hands and knees as a predator faced Ji on the couch. Ji pulled her legs up under herself protectively.

She began by looking into Ji’s eyes, “See the mountains kiss high heaven.” Her voice was breathy and heavy. Then she rubbed her cheek against Ji’s, “And the waves clasp one another;” and in a loud whisper she spoke into Ji’s ear her tongue briefly touching Ji’s earlobe, “No sister-flower would be forgiven / If it disdained its brother.” Lavi sat up on her knees and pulled the cut in her shirt down even further, “And the sunlight clasps the earth,” she spread her legs going low and moving forward over Ji’s lap, “And the moonbeams kiss the sea.” Leaning towards Ji and Lavi whispered across her lips, “What is all this sweet work worth / If thou kiss not me?”

Melissa was holding my hand like a vise. I don’t know how she did it but suddenly Melissa was leaning to one side and pushing my sweat pants down. She moved and I was perhaps an inch inside her. The entire movement had taken a split second as if she had practiced it. The angle was bad but she moved and I was further in. She was breathing hard but seemed to relax some once I was in her. I leaned in and whispered, “If you move much I’m going to cum inside you.”

“Okay.” She was watching Lavi and Ji. She pulsed around me and it was heaven and she made very small movements with her hips.

Lavi’s face was just inches away from Ji’s “Uh, what is this,” Ji asked?

Lavi pulled back. “I’ve always thought you were sexy, I just didn’t like you. Now I do.”

“Oh.” Ji swallowed. “I think I see what you’re saying about the poetry.” She then scooted back a little from Lavi and started taking deep calming breaths. She was still looking at Lavi but it was clearly a mixture of feelings.

The video had ended and Lavi grinned. “Ready for the last video?” And she started it up from her phone. No one remembered to provide a score for the last one.

Melissa began bucking against me but I grabbed her hips and whispered in her ear. “Slow, make it last. Good girl.” The video started. Two teen looking girls walked on screen and sat on a loveseat talking about how one is a virgin.

Lavi, “Oh, this is awesome, those outfits are almost like ours!”

Ji, “They just need to have silver stripes instead of white.”

From there Ji and Lavi just started going back and forth. Melissa was making tiny little movements of her hips causing herself to rise and fall back on my cock about half an inch at a time and getting too distracted to talk though she was clearly watching the video too.

Lavi, “I like how they’re casual about it. Wow, that was quick to the pussy licking!”

Ji, “I can get wanting to be the receiver but does being the giver feel that good?”

Lavi grinned, “Only one way for you to find out. Seriously though Robert eats me out for ages and he seems happy.”

“Yeah, it’s something in the taste and smell that just hits the back of my brain,” I said.

Ji, “So is he good?”

Lavi smiled, “Oh, yeah. I’d say Robert is up there with the best I’ve been with.”

Melissa started trying to move faster but I ran my hands on her thighs and slowed her down. She was tense as a bowstring and increasingly frustrated by being unable to cum.

Ji, “Careful, you’ll give Robert a swollen head.”

“I don’t think I could make it more swollen than it is now or it won’t pull out of Mellie,” Lavi replied.

Ji blinked. “What do you mean?”

Lavi tilted her head to the side, “I mean Robert is in her right now.”

Ji, “Oh wow!” On the screen, one cheerleader was pushing a glass dildo into the other. Ji looked around Lavi, “I can’t even see anything.”