Rachel and Becca were cheerleaders, and had made it clear they were interested in Tyler and me, so we were looking forward to spending some time with them tonight.
It wouldn’t be the first cheerleader I’d been with. I’d lost my virginity to a senior cheerleader named Amy Arenson back when I was in tenth grade. I was already the captain of our high school hockey team, and she invited me to the back of the bus on the way home from one of our road games. We made out, and then she offered to give me a ride home when we arrived back at the school. We didn’t go straight home, but instead drove up to a local make-out spot where we continued what we’d started on the bus. I got to experience what it felt like to be inside a girl for the first time, and she got to notch another captain on her belt. The rumor was that she had screwed the last three, losing her virginity to one of my predecessors back when she was thirteen.
It turned out that playing hockey had made both Tyler and me popular with the girls, and we enjoyed the attention. Amy wasn’t the last cheerleader I’d spent some time with in the back seat of a car, and I was hoping it would be a little more comfortable with Rachel tonight, possibly in Tyler’s spare bedroom.
So a few hours later we found ourselves waving goodbye to our parents as they backed down the driveway. Sarah stood beside us, her thin eleven-year-old body almost boyish in appearance. Her red hair was longer now, flowing down over her shoulders to the middle of her back. And she still had those intense green eyes.
As soon as our parents disappeared around the corner, Tyler turn to his sister and said, “Isn’t it your bedtime?”
She defiantly crossed her arms and said, “No. It’s only six o’clock.”
“Yeah, but you look sleepy. Why don’t you go up and get into bed? I bet you’ll fall asleep.”
Her nostrils flared. “Why don’t you go up to bed? Besides, with Mom and Dad gone, I’m staying up later tonight.”
“No way. Mom said nine-thirty.”
“But Mom’s not here.”
“Doesn’t matter. She specifically told me she wants you in bed on time.”
“That’s not fair.”
Tyler shrugged. “I don’t make the rules.”
“You’re a jerk,” she said emphatically, then spun on her heel and hurried into the house.
Tyler held up his hand for a high-five and I gave it to him. “Everything’s going according to plan,” he said with a grin.
We went up to his room, where we played video games on his Xbox.
After a few minutes, he said, “Guess what Becca told me.”
“What?”
“She told me that Rachel said she couldn’t wait to get her hands on your big cock.”
I grinned. “Knock it off.”
“I swear that’s what she told me. Dude, you’re getting laid tonight.”
“She really said that?”
“Swear to god.”
“How about you and Becca?”
“Oh yeah, she wants me.”
I laughed. “I guess we’re both getting laid then.”
“Dude, I can’t wait until we get to college in the fall. We’re going to be swimming in pussy.”
“One of the senior guys at Wisconsin told me that some of the senior girls like to initiate the freshman hockey players.”
“Sweet! College senior pussy is the best!”
“How would you know?”
“I hear things. Do you think the guy was just bullshitting you to get you to commit?”
“Possibly. But that wasn’t the reason I picked Wisconsin.”
“I know why I picked Holy Cross.”
“Why?”
“Catholic girl pussy. It’s even better than college senior pussy.”
We both cracked up, and I knew my friend was enough of a pussy hound that he was only slightly exaggerating. We’d tried as hard as we could to end up at the same college, but in the end we had to pick the schools that offered us the best scholarships, and the best chance to be seen by pro scouts. It was going to be weird, playing hockey without him, but we both knew it was going to happen sooner or later.
As our laughter ended, he held up his hand and I gave him another high five before we went back to our game.
At twenty past nine, Tyler went over to his sister’s room to remind her it was almost her bedtime. I could hear them fighting over there, making me glad I didn’t have a little sister.
Finally, he returned and flopped down beside me. “What a pain in the ass,” he said with a sigh.
“Is she in bed?” I asked.
“Yeah. I was considering tying her to it but she finally settled down.”
“Do you think she’ll be asleep by the time the girls get here?”
He nodded. “Yeah. She always complains about going to bed, but then she falls asleep right away. I’ll check on her right before ten.”
“Sounds good.”
We played some more video games, keeping the sound down. Finally, it was time, and Tyler checked on his sister before we went downstairs. Five minutes later, the doorbell rang, and when Tyler opened it, there stood Rachel and Becca.
“Come on in, ladies,” Tyler said in an effort to sound sophisticated.
They giggled and entered his living room. They were both wearing tight jeans with equally tight blouses, showing off their full curves very nicely. Rachel was a brunette, while Becca was a blonde, but her hair color looked like it’d come out of a bottle. They were both wearing too much make-up for my taste, but I wasn’t about to complain. It wasn’t really their faces we were interested in.
“Hi, Luke,” Rachel said as she came over to stand in front of me, giving me a big smile.
“Hey, Rachel. What’s up?”
She glanced down at my crotch and then back up. “Nothing… for the moment.”
I grinned. Oh yeah, this was going to be fun.
We turned on the television and took our seats. Rachel and I sat next to each other on one end of the couch, and Tyler and Becca squeezed in together in an oversized recliner. It wasn’t long before things heated up, with Tyler and Becca beginning to kiss and Rachel and me following their lead.
I could feel her desire as she moved against me, her hands urgent as they moved over my chest and shoulders. Her breasts were on the large side, and they felt soft and warm as they flattened against me.
When I reached up and cupped one in my palm, she groaned softly into my mouth before sliding her hand down over my stomach and resting it on the hard bulge at my crotch.
I felt her nipple stiffen against my palm, so I pinched it gently through her blouse and bra, eliciting another moan from her lips. Her finger moved to the button of my jeans, but I reached down and laid my hand over hers, stopping her.
She pulled back slightly, looking at me with questioning eyes.
“Not until we’re alone,” I whispered. Tyler and I were friends, but I had no interest in turning this into an orgy.
He must’ve felt the same way, because a minute later he announced, “We’re heading upstairs.” He and Becca stood up from the recliner. “You two can either stay here, or head on up to the spare bedroom.”
They walked up the stairs together, their arms around each other’s waists.
As soon as they disappeared, Rachel moved up to sit on my lap, straddling my waist with her crotch pressed directly against the hard length of my cock. We kissed for several minutes that way, both of my hands up under her blouse and holding her bra-encased breasts. She began to pant softly, obviously ready for more.
She moved her lips from my mouth to my ear and whispered, “I want to suck your cock.”
“Oh god,” I groaned.
She giggled and slid off my lap and onto her knees on the floor between my legs. Her fingers moved to my crotch, making quick work of the button and zipper before fishing my rock-hard erection from my boxers.
“Holy shit,” she whispered, staring at my rigid dick. “I guess the rumors are true.”
I grinned and watched as she enci
rcled the base with her fingers, pulling on the shaft to aim the swollen head towards her mouth. When she flicked her tongue out over the sensitive hole, I groaned as the pleasure flowed through me.
“Mmm, you taste sweet,” she said, her lust-filled eyes turned up to my face. “Do you want me to suck you?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Do you want to come in my mouth?”
“Mmmm.”
“I’ll take that as a yes.” She leaned forward and closed her mouth over the bulbous knob, locking her lips around the flared ridge. I leaned my head back on the couch, letting myself get lost in the pleasure.
Her mouth made wet, slick sounds as her lips slid up and down my shaft, which was shiny from her saliva. I could feel my pleasure rising, and I opened my eyes to watch her suck me.
Her eyes were half-closed as she focused on her work, and I thought she’d be a lot prettier without all that eyeshadow.
I’m not sure if I heard something, or just sensed another presence, but something made me look up from where this sexy girl had her mouth on my cock. Behind her was the staircase leading down from upstairs, and it took me a moment for my eyes to focus.
When they did, they went wide in shock. There, sitting crouched on the steps, peeking through the railing, was Sarah.
“Shit!” I exclaimed, and pushed Rachel off of me. Immediately I realized that she was probably blocking Sarah’s view of my cock, so I quickly grabbed a couch cushion and covered myself.
Rachel sat back on her haunches. “What the fuck? What’s wrong?”
I ignored her and stared up at Sarah in surprise. She was still staring back at me through the wooden posts, her eyes on me.
“What the hell are you doing?” I said.
For a moment, Rachel thought I was talking to her, but then she noticed where my gaze was directed, so she turned to see what I was staring at.
“Holy shit,” she said, as she saw Sarah on the steps. “Who’s that?”
“It’s Sarah. Tyler’s sister.”
“I thought we were alone.”
“She’s supposed to be in bed.”
Rachel glared at the little girl. “Get back up to bed, you little nebshit.”
“Relax, I’ll handle this. Sarah, come down here.”
She didn’t move.
“He said get down here,” Rachel said harshly.
“Calm down. You’re scaring her.” I turned my attention back to the stairs and kept my voice even. “Sarah, it’s okay. Just come on down.”
Sarah stood, looking like a deer caught in the headlights, and slowly came down the steps. She was barefoot, and wore a nightshirt that came down to her knees. As she entered the room, her eyes darted between Rachel and me.
“You should be in bed,” I said calmly. The last thing we needed was for her to start crying. I also realized she could get us in trouble with our parents if she told them what she’d just witnessed.
“I had a nightmare.”
“It was just a dream. You should go back to bed.”
“I’m scared.”
“He said go back to bed, brat,” Rachel said.
I sighed in frustration. “Would you stop it? That’s not helping.”
Rachel looked at me, and when she spoke, her voice was a whine. “But baby, I want to be with you. God, I’m so horny.”
I glared at her. “Would you knock it off? She’s eleven.”
“So she should be in bed.”
“Can I stay down here with you for a while?” Sarah said softly. “Please?”
Rachel shook her head. “No fucking way. Get back upstairs.”
I grabbed Rachel’s arm and turned her towards me. “I said stop it. There’s no need for you to speak to her that way. She’s just a child.”
“I don’t give a fuck. She’s screwing up our chance to be together.”
I stared at her incredulously. I couldn’t believe she was being so callous.
Finally, I shook my head. “You know what? You just screwed up any chance of us being together. It’s obvious you only care about yourself. We’re done here.”
She seemed surprised by this news. “What? What are you talking about?”
“What’s so hard to understand? We’re done. You’re not touching me again.”
I watched as the rage filled her face. “You can’t do that.”
“It’s already done.”
Her eyes seethed at me. “Fuck you.”
“No thanks. And if you keep using that kind of language, I’m going to throw you out.”
She clenched her fists and let out a low scream. “It’s not fair!”
I shrugged. “I don’t care.”
“I’m getting Becca and we’re leaving.” She headed towards the stairs.
“Um,” I said, “that’s probably not a good idea. I’m sure she’s not going to want to leave right now.”
Rachel stopped, considering this. “But she came in my car.”
“Tyler or I can drive her home. You’re free to go.”
She stared at me and her face softened. “Come on, Luke, I’m sorry.”
“Just go,” I said without emotion.
She did that little scream again and stomped toward the door. “Fuck you,” she said, before opening the door and slamming it behind her.
I turned to Sarah, who was watching everything with wide eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “You shouldn’t have heard all that.”
“She was so mad.”
I waved my hand. “I don’t care. Don’t worry about it.” I realized I still had the pillow covering my naked crotch. “Um, Sarah. Would you go into the kitchen and get me a glass of water?”
She smiled and said, “Okay.”
After she left I quickly zipped back up, glad that my erection had disappeared in all the mayhem. Sarah returned with my water, and I drank half of it as she watched.
“Can I watch TV with you for a while?”
I gave her a rueful smile. “Sure. I guess I need someone to keep me company.”
She moved up onto the couch next to me, and I switched to the Disney Channel. After a minute, she crawled onto my lap, sitting sideways with her arm around my neck. I was about to stop her, but I figured she might fall back asleep faster this way.
She lay quietly for a few minutes, her head resting against my chest. I’d thought she’d fallen asleep when she spoke.
“Luke?”
“Yeah?”
“What was she doing to you?”
I sighed. “Just something older people do.”
“But what was it?”
“I’m sorry, I just can’t talk about it.”
She thought for a moment. “I guess I can ask Mom.”
“Um, that’s probably not a good idea.”
“Why not?”
“Because if you tell her what you saw, Tyler and I are going to get into trouble.”
“Why?”
“Because those girls weren’t supposed to be here.”
“Oh.” She was quiet as she absorbed this, then said, “I don’t mind getting Tyler in trouble, but I’ll keep it a secret for you.”
I smiled softly. “Thanks. I appreciate that.”
“I’ve heard those words before. The ones she was saying.”
“Yeah, I’m sure you have. But it still wasn’t nice of her to use them in front of you.”
“I like how you stuck up for me.”
“No problem.”
“Luke?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I ask you a favor?”
“Sure.”
“We have a dance coming up at school.”
“Okay?”
“And I was wondering if you’d take me.”
My eyebrows rose. “What?”
“It would be so cool to go with you. All of the girls in my class talk about you, and they’re so jealous that I know you. If you would go with me, it would be amazing.”
I smiled. “I’m sorry, I can’t do that.”
> “Why not?”
“Because I’m too old to be going to grade school dances.”
“But you wouldn’t even have to kiss me or anything.”
I smiled wider. “What fun would that be?”
She grinned wide.
“But seriously,” I said, “I can’t. I think I’d probably even be arrested if I tried.”
“It’s just not fair. My friend’s mom is eight years younger than her dad. We’re only seven years apart.”
“It’s different when you’re older. Seven years is a big difference at our ages.”
She thought about this for a moment, as if digesting it. Finally, she said, “So when we’re older, it won’t make a difference?”
“That’s right.”
She snuggled into me, and was silent.
Curious, I said, “Sarah, you okay?”
“I’m okay, Luke.” I could almost feel her smiling against me.
She fell asleep, and I took her upstairs and put her back to bed. When Tyler and Becca came downstairs a half hour later, both of them sporting just-fucked hair, I explained what’d happened with Rachel.
Tyler was pissed at his sister, but I convinced him to settle down, reminding him that she now had a secret over us that could get us in trouble.
And yeah, Rachel and I never got together again.
Chapter 5
Age twenty-two.
“Luke, how’s the knee feeling?”
“Good, Coach.”
He straddled the bench I was sitting on, facing me. We were in the locker room, resting between periods.
“Don’t bullshit me now, Stratton,” he said. “You’re here to rehab, not fuck up your knee even more. Any twinge, and you tell me. Your career is more important than any game.”
“Thanks, Coach, I appreciate that. But the knee’s feeling great. I swear.”
He seemed to be satisfied, and got up to head back to his office.
I hadn’t been lying, my knee was feeling great. Much better than it’d felt when I blew it out a year ago in my first game as a senior at the University of Wisconsin. Up until that point, I’d been on the hockey fast-track, projected to go in the top two rounds of the NHL draft the following spring.
But after the injury, it was like I became invisible to the pro scouts frequenting the games. There was no longer any talk of where I would end up in the draft, and as my college team continued their season without me, I spent seemingly endless hours waiting to heal, and then even more working through the pain of rehab.
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