I was just entering the hallway when Amber, one of the cheerleaders, greeted me. She was dressed in a colourful dress and to my approval, nylons. I wondered if they were the same ones I’d given her.
“Kevin,” she said, stepping away from two of her pretty friends… all three of them pretty, but Amber was the prettiest. She’d never given me the time of day before she’d discovered (and fucked) my big, fat cock.
“Hi, Amber,” I greeted, not appearing looking to see her, but not blowing her off either.
She leaned into me and whispered, her hot breath in my ear feeling really good, and her perfume drawing me in, “Do you like me wearing nylons?”
“I do,” I approved. “They’re very sexy.”
“I bought them just for you”
“Good plan,” I said, resisting my instinct to add the word ‘slut’ to that phrase. “I reward girls who do what they’re told.”
“I like rewards. So can you, um, meet me…” she began, but was interrupted by the douchebag of all douchebags.
“What the fuck are you doing talking to this fat loser?” Ethan asked her with his usual arrogance. “I’m way better than you,” he added, sneering in my face.
Amber’s next words would seal her fate… even if she didn’t realize it.
And to my surprise, and obviously also to Evan’s and his pair of jock junior packmates, plus as well as Ethan’s girlfriend Cherry’s, Amber stood up on her hind legs and barked loudly, “Fuck off, Evan!”
“Huh? You on your period or something?” Evan asked disbelievingly like the asshole he was.
“No, I’m just sick of watching you treat other guys as if you’re better than them, which you’re obviously not,” Amber said angrily. She was defending me… and other guys like me… in a way I’d never imagined possible… the power of BFC was spreading more widely than just into more sexual intimacy.
“I am better than any of them,” he insisted, looking at me like I was gum on his shoe.
“Trust me, scumbag,” Amber said, giving him a smirk. “You’re not.”
“I’m one of the best jocks in the school, so stay away from our women,” Evan warned me, ignoring Amber but shoving me.
“Hey, all my women come to me. I can’t help it if the ladies like me better than you,” I shrugged, a small crowd gathering around us.
“Yeah potbelly, you’re obviously quite the ladies’ man,” he scoffed.
“I haven’t had any complaints,” I said, refusing to back down from this small-dicked asshole who was hiding his inadequacies behind his excessive muscles and testosterone-fed bravado. Having a big dick, getting lots of hot chicks in the past week, and now having a hot cheerleader standing up for me, was really enhancing my growing confidence; I refused to be a wallflower anymore. If anything, it was time for me to stand up to Ethan and to all the dickhead Ethans of the world.
“Of course you haven’t,” he scoffed, “because you never score. Just stay out of my face.”
He then swaggered away.
Cherry, Ethan’s girlfriend, didn’t follow him, but grabbed Amber and tugged her aside. All I heard was, “What the hell were you doing even talking to that loser?”
I didn’t catch Amber’s response, but then Cherry got mad and stormed off, and soon all the jocks and cheerleaders were gone, and the rest of the crowd dispersed too, likely disappointed they hadn’t gotten to see a bigger show. Or better yet, a fight.
I headed toward my first class, catching sight of Heather reaching into her locker. It was so weird. I’d fucked lots of women this weekend: a cheerleader, three Asians, Mrs. Grady, an eighty-year-old choir director, a schoolteacher, Tamara, of course my mother, and more. Yet whenever I saw Heather (always just admiring her from a distance) I felt something different.
It wasn’t lust.
It wasn’t hoping for even more sex.
No, I just wanted to do innocent things… like kissing her cheek. Or holding her hand. Maybe carrying her books home for her sometime.
I shook my head in confusion.
How could I be enjoying the great fortune I’d had during this past week, with even more good fortune appearing every time I turned around, and then still be longing for someone but feel too shy even to speak to her?
I walked past her, steadfastly resisting my urge to look, and continued on to class.
It was between classes when another cheerleader, Emily, handed me a note without even looking at my face, and then scuttled away without a word.
“Thanks,” I said as she walked away… her super short skirt leaving little to the imagination.
Being curious, of course I opened it. Meet me in room three behind the gym. At the next break. A. Not E for Emily, but A. Was this note from Amber? It seemed likely.
I had no idea there even were any rooms behind the gym, but it appeared I was about to get the treat of dropping another load in Amber.
I smiled… A growing number of girls and women couldn’t get enough of my cock.
I attended my next class and then headed for this mysterious room three… recalling Amber once telling me the cheerleaders had a private room where they sometimes shared some sapphic fun.
I reached the room, not at all fazed about the probability I’d be late to my next class. I knocked, Amber opened the door and tugged me in.
As soon as she closed and locked the door, she dropped to her knees and unzipped my pants. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this ramrod since Saturday.”
She hungrily fished out my cock while I said, “Thanks for standing up for me, but you didn’t have to. I’m used to dealing with Ethan.”
“I’m just sick of his assholery,” she said, extracting my cock.
“Yeah, it’s sad when guys like him peak in high school, and then just fade away.”
“Yeah, except for being an adequate athlete, he doesn’t have much going for him,” she agreed before taking my cock in her mouth.
I enjoyed her blow job for a couple minutes before asking, “Do you want my load down your throat, on your face, or in your pussy?”