Episode 102: SCOREBORED

Horton-Dexter Field. Home of the Swallows! You would too if you saw the place.

“Knoxville Hardecker ... how’s it going Buddy?”

“Brody Turnbullshit!” Knox shoulder tapped the Quarterback for the Marquette Badgers. Brody Turnbull had history with Knox ever since his freshmen year when he attended Horton-Dexter. Knox a sophomore back then before Brody’s family moved out of the district. Old chums, old pains in the ass, greeted one another with a grin. “Ready to kick some Hopeless-Dexter ass?”

“You know it! We’re gonna crush ole’ Furlong.”

“Crush him extra hard for me. Douchebag punched me a few days back.”

“What for?” The Taylor Lautner lookalike paced about stopping every few seconds to kick the toes of his cleats on the grass. Some of his fellow players loitered around him as their pack leader. “Nice shiner! Sorry man!”

“Girl thing. Speaking of girls.” Knox arrogantly rubbed his chin, slightly wincing at the bruise left by Furlong’s fist. Peering around at Marquette’s Badgerls cheering off to the side of the visitor bleachers he discovered a few new cheerleaders in the batch. “Looks like you Badgers found some new holes to dig into. Who’s the brunette with the blond streaks?”

“My girlfriend.” Brody chuckled, “Don’t make me hit your jaw harder than Furlong did.” He doubled his fist then laughed, “Just kidding! That’s Jolene Waco. Pretty hot but hard to get. I’ve been trying trust me.”

“Jolene Whacko, huh? Ten bucks says I get her number.”

“Twenty bucks says you get nothing but a cold stare.”

“I’ll think on that bet. Ophelia’s looking hot as ever too. Her sister Odessa around?”

“Somewhere. Dude! Can you keep a secret?”

“Come on you know me.” Knox threw his hands to his sides like Christ on the cross, “Master of the Mischief, Lord of Lies. Not this time though.”

“There’s those horns.” Brody chuckled, “Ophelia and the girls found out the new Cheerleader Coach for Horny-Dex bought some new uniforms.” He leers out to see the Swallowers parading about in short t-shirts, ass cheeks winking at the world. “Gotta admit the Coach has style. I can see every ass on their squad.”

“I see every ass on the Badgerls. Fair trade in my book. I live behind that bitch. I’m going to shoot her fucking dog.”

“The Pep squad Coach?”

“Yup! That’s her walking with VanCamp ... holy crap, she got her to wear a shirt too. Motherfuck! I always thought Marci was crazy hot.” In an Emilia Clarke kind of way. He used to call her Mother of Draggin’s. Dicks were dragging at guys feet when around her.

“Wait! That busty blond...” Brody drops his jaw, his fellow players admiring Piper from a distance. “Whooa! I want a poster of her on my bedroom wall.”

“I can get you one.”

“Serious?”

“Dude, I have so many pics of that cunt I could break bank.”

“Show me.”

“I’ll text you some later.”

“KNOX!” A voice yelling behind him excitably forced Hardecker to twist to enable seeing his best friend Dip Poole running up behind him all winded, “You’ll never guess what I just found out.”

“What?”

“The Swallows mascot is none other than Travis Herbert. Hoyt got suspended helping you, so Crandell put Perbert in the suit.”

“No way! Why didn’t Hoyt tell me that when he’s been hanging with you and I since he and Neo picked us up?” Knox cracked up at the irony. Dip nodding at Brody spotted Jolene Waco as well and found hearts in his eyes. As if drawn in by an unseen lure he began walking toward her until Knox grabbed the back of his concert t-shirt. “Spoken for DP!” Dip frowned and found his leash restraining him enough to just step back into hostage territory. “We have to sabotage Perbert for laughs. Brody? Can I borrow a few of your posse to hijack Bad Bird?”

“I can arrange that. You never let me finish what Ophelia had her sister Odessa do.”

“All ears Bro.”

“Odessa sewed itching powder into the G-strings the cheerleaders are wearing. Once that special thread dissolves those whores are going to be itching their coochies like they’re masturbating.”

“WOOHOOHOO!” Knox busted up pumping his fist, “Wait! Lily’s wearing ... fuck it! That’s freaking hilarious. I can’t wait to see Piper Cherry rubbing herself raw. How did Ophelia talk her sister into that shit? Odessa’s usually against hurting people.”

“Honor among thieves I guess, because she did it.”

“Cool! I want to talk to Odessa. If you see her around let her know I’m looking for her.”

“Might be busy winning the game.”

“Right! I’ll find her before the nights over.”

“Knox look!” Dip pointed across the field, “Mrs. McKellen’s wearing one of those shirts too. I can see her ass cheeks. I don’t think she’s wearing any G-string.”

“Nice! Might have to sneak attack that bitch too.”

“Sable’s cheering with the squad but I noticed she’s wearing panties. Her own though.”

“Where’s Dakota?”

“Uhhhhhh?” Dip scouted the area finally pinpointing her. “Oh shit! Knox look, she’s making out with that Mace guy. Even worse Mace has Piper’s dog with him.”

“Motherfuck!” Knox tensed up knowing how that fucking Rottweiler made his life hell recently. “I swear if that dog comes near me, I’m suing that bitch owner and having it put down.”

“Dude!” Brody chuckled, “Knox Hardecker’s afraid of a dog?”

“Just his teeth. Find me some troops before kickoff.”

“Gimme a minute.” Brody stepped away into the bleachers to locate some of his non jock buddies more than willing to assist in trouble if it meant humiliating Horton-Dexter. Arch enemies were like that no matter the school.

While Brody collected his evildoers Knox stepped toward the Badgerls and blew kisses toward Ophelia Bradley and her friend Marion Huff. Both girls stopped cheering and ran into his arms. Jolene seeing them abandon their ranks paused to watch their affection for the guy in a leather jacket on far too warm of a night. That alone was a red flag to Jolene, it meant ego.

“Wassup OOOOOOOphelia? Ready for me to rock your world? MariON MY DICK!” Marion laughed and nodded repeatedly. Totally up for that!

“Damn straight Hardpecker!” The African American cutie kissed him dead on the lips, while Marion waited her turn. Dip easing up to Jolene smirked, “That’s my boy.”

“Queer!” She told Dip with an expression of don’t bother me.

“No, I’m not.” His lust switched to bitch mode, “Fuck you!” He wanted to up until that point. Jolene was only into what her job was, supporting her school.

Marion making out with Knox placed his hand on her tit to emphasize her need. He totally agreed to fuck her after the game. Too bad that would never happen. Turning to Ophelia, Knox kissed her again and asked, “Threesome? Foursome with Odessa?”

“My sis ain’t into you. She’s got her eyes peeled for some guy she met at the t-shirt shop. He’s the guy who picked up the shirt order for those skanks over there.”

“I heard. How did you get Odessa to make those G-strings?”

“She’s a team player.”

“If you say so. Is that the guy?” He pointed across the field at Mace Belmont walking Rotten, Dakota McKellen reeling from their kiss like a lost ... he didn’t want to say puppy.

“Oooo! He’s cute.”

“Lives behind me. His aunt’s the cheerleading coach and new school counsellor at Horton-Dexter.”

“Grisly Ruth?” Ophelia recalled Ruth Dunbar.

“Nope! The blond over there that should be a porn star.” Another point toward Piper.

“Oh my God!” Marion added her own bit of awe. “She’s got the hottest body I’ve ever seen.”

“If she wasn’t such a cunt I’d agree.” He just couldn’t resist making his neighbors look bad.

“She looks nice.” Marion shrugged. “Gotta go!” She kissed him one last time then rejoined her Badgerls. Ophelia spotting her sister on the home side nodded.

“There’s Odessa. She just found her boy.”

“Fuck! That’s all I need.” He mumbled as Ophelia departed. Brody catching up with Knox introduced him to his hounds of war. A quick plan of attack and Dip led the boys into the trenches. Bird watching that is.

Once the group departed Knox turned and eyed the busty brunette hottie, Jolene. Her tits dancing about beneath her fur bikini top. “Badger or Beaver?” He stopped to ask her as a cheer ended.

“Not interested.”

“Doesn’t answer my question.” He persisted.

“Badger ... my den is off limits. Bye now!”

“Damn! You are a cold bitch.” He thought, then shrugged her off as if she didn’t exist. He had more than enough Badgerls to make his night. Six steps later he saw another woman he had never seen before. “WHO ... ARE ... YOU?”

The woman could easily compete with Piper Cherry for the hottest bitch in 50 miles. In tight white shorts and a Badger fur bra stood the sexiest most athletic looking Latina he had ever seen. Her breasts an easy 38D even with a slimmer body and bulging dramatically drew him in like a lantern in the darkness. Long straight black hair slicked back, and, in a ponytail, she was jaw dropping.

“Marquette’s new Girl’s Coach...” Tight End Billy Bronx bumped into Knox, “Name’s Maya Trinidad. Brazilian I think.”

“I’d love to get lost in her rain forest. Me ohhhh, Maya!”

“She’s got every guy at Marquette hard as rocks. She puts out too. Can’t keep her clothes on in school. She coaches naked.”

“Really?” Knox puffed his lower lip then looked out over the field at Piper Cherry doing cartwheels, her G-string in full view. Other cheerleaders joining in on the bandwagon as the other wheels. Seeing Maya watching with an impressed look he made his move. Easing up behind her he silently whistled at her ass, her shorts so tight that the crease of her ass sank deep. “They’re good this year, aren’t they?”

Maya hearing him step up leered over her shoulder. “Not bad. I’m better.”

“I hear you’re the new Coach. Just cheerleading?”

“Volleyball too. Any idea who their Coach is?”

“School Counsellor ... Piper Cherry. She lives right behind me.”

“I see.”

“So do I.” He chuckles.

“Enjoying my ass?”

“Ohhhh, yeah!” He nodded. “Every inch of you.”

“As all do.” She bragged, “I wear no panties.”

“Overrated anyway. Cameltoe?” He was a bold fucker. Turning around she let him look at her shorts. Crevice like a Death Star trench. “So, you think you’re better than Piper?”

“I know I am. I was a Tennessee Titans cheerleader. She looks familiar.”

“Nice! Big TITans fan.” He laughed just as a loudspeaker crackled to direct the crowd to attention. Roll call for the two teams starting lineups was about to be revealed.

“Thanks for the information.” She began to step toward her girls, Jolene in particular watching him make a fool of himself.

“Hey? Can I get your number?”

“You are the enemy are you not?”

“What? I graduated from Horton-Dexter yeah, but I’m not loyal to those dickheads. I want to be loyal to your body.” He laughed with swagger.

“Time will tell.”

Left with a hard on. Bronx was right!

Josie McKellen pulled her daughter Sable aside between cheers and hugged her, expressing pride in her newfound energy. Sable had thus far not even tripped over her feet. Once the confidence pep talk ended Sable went back to work. Josie turned just as her daughter’s friends Andrea Beckett and Sandy Martin swooped in to say hi.

“Hi Mrs. M!” Sandy beat Andi.

“Just in time. Go get your t-shirts on.”

“I’ll sit this one out.” Sandy laughed going toward the bleachers as Andrea found herself directed to Mimi Alexander and her girlfriend LeAnne holding the box. Seeing that they were sharing one shirt Andrea walked toward them with an expression of, “Seriously?” Mimi smirked at her and giggled, “One for you and Sandy to share.” she then tossed her an extra-large shirt. Catching it she exercised her right to say, “Not even.”

Putting the shirt on Andrea turned and went to join the party. A stretchy white mini skirt beneath offering cheeks of her own. White seemed to be her color these days now that she had taken up skiing, two big dicks her poles. No panties under her skirt she was proud of herself. First Marietta-Deville boys, now high hopes on Marquette. Ready for the ski lift!

“I think she thought we were crazy.” LeAnne put her chin on Mimi’s shoulder sighing.

“I’m learning to live with that.” She rather wished Kevin Fowler or Dewey Knowles would show up, but it didn’t matter really. They would see each other tomorrow night when all of the faculty planned on meeting for drinks down by the river. She was ready to prove she could keep up with Piper and Josie. Her life needed this spark. Pondering how best to prove to her friends that she could shock them, Squeaky simply enjoyed her besties body heat. Cozy kitten!

Brandon Foster appeared out of nowhere like a ninja to claim his own t-shirt and beamed with pride. “What no rainbows?” Skipping out to enter the cheering zone they greeted the feminine boy with shock at first, until he somersaulted alongside Piper and kept up perfectly. Welcome to the club Brandon Foster. Seeing cheerleaders in G-strings he was immediately jealous. Discovering that Mimi had those in the box he ran back for one.

“Uhh? That won’t keep your ... in.” LeAnne tried not to laugh. The boy dropped his shorts right in front of she and Mimi with his back turned to them. Bending to put the G-string on all it did was lift his six-inch pecker upward, the tip exposed. Lifting his arms in the air he clenched his fists in triumph. School spirit had opened his eyes. No more closet! Strutting off with his shorts in hand he cast them aside by the belongings of the others in his squad. Back in action the girls snickered but applauded his talent none the less. Piper was proud of her newcomer. So was Brandon’s boyfriend in the band. Now if only he would come out too. One thing at a time.

Marcella’s band escorted their every move with a lively rendition of Welcome to the Jungle by Guns & Roses. How they produced that song with the instruments they had to work with was downright inspiring. Piper coming to a halt in her numerous cartwheels had to take pause and praise Brandon then seek out Marci to offer a distant thumbs up. The band teacher was appreciative of her guidance recognition. Marci still had issues wearing her shirt and panties feeling as if everyone was staring. Of course, they were. Eyes were glued on the girls in short Swallower shirts, each and every one. Even members of her band were off key at points eyeballing her ass cheeks. With the band closing out their anthem in favor of the PA speaker notifying the stands of game time, Piper pulled young Brandon in and hugged him for his talents. “Good job out there. You have moves Young Man.”