1. Bedding the Babysitter Ch 03


    Date: 8/30/2016, Categories: Dark Fantasy, Author: jasmine walker, Rating: 91.4, Source: sexstories.com

    said, “PomPom, how useless are you? I asked for strawberry; is this strawberry?” “No,” I responded explaining, “They were out of strawberry so I got you cherry.” She looked at Karen, greatly perturbed and said, “Really? Why her?” Karen didn’t defend me, just responded, “Oh, she has very special talents. Trust me.” I blushed; worried that she may announce my special talents to the group. But she didn’t. The table of cheerleaders talked about the upcoming Valentine’s Dance; what they were wearing and who was taking them. The conversations were hard to follow as it seemed ten girls were all talking at once, while myself and the other four PomPoms, all freshman by the way, listened intently. As the bell rang, I walked Karen to her class and then I headed to Advanced Calculus class, which I suppose really did showcase why I was a geek. I love numbers. I arrived in class and took my usual seat at a table, in-between Sally and Eleanor. I had been dreading this all lunch hour, what was I going to say to the two of them. I couldn’t tell them I was a lesbian and that Karen was my mistress, and I had never once in my life even given the slightest notion I wanted to be a cheerleader, and of course no grade 12 just suddenly, part way through the school year, decided to become a cheerleader. So I had to come up with a lie. I sat down and said, “Hi girls.” They both said hi back and both seemed too nervous to ask the question they were assumedly dying to ask. So I began as I asked, “I ...
    guess you are probably wondering how I ended up being a PomPom?” Sally, the sarcastic one, responded, “I assumed you lost a bet.” I gave a chuckle and said, “Funny. No, I went shopping at a store where Karen Pepper works and before I knew it she asked if I wanted to be a PomPom. I was so flattered I said yes and then on Sunday I panicked. What if she is setting me up to embarrass me? I decided to not do it, but she showed up at my house this morning and ta-da here I am.” They both looked at me as if I was an alien speaking in some intergalatical language. Finally Eleanor asked shyly, “So you want to be a cheerleader?” Thinking of Karen’s advice I responded, “Yes, I do.” “Oh,” Eleanor said, almost speechless. Sally added, “Well it does make you look s...,” she paused for a long time before rewording and finishing “prettier.” I think she wanted to say sexier, which instantly made me wonder if she was a lesbian. But that thought quickly faded as Mr. Hermanson began class. The class ended and I surprised myself and Sally by giving her a squeeze on the leg and saying, “Later ladies.” I then rushed again to find Karen and went with her to the one class I had with her, Advanced English. On the walk there Karen asked, “So, how has your day been, what with living in the spotlight and all?” “Great,” I responded, which was partly true and partly a lie. It was great in that as I enjoyed the looks, mostly, but it wasn’t all great as I balanced my new found popularity with the fact that I was ...
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