“Hey there, hunk..." A perky, raven-haired Senior cheerleader was waiting by the curb as I pulled up. She was dressed like a dirty old man's wet dream: full cheer outfit with her hair in pigtails with blue and yellow colored ribbons, her makeup sparkling with sexy-innocent allure, and her top a little too tight and short enough to reveal a wide expanse of her flat belly with every movement. The white uniform with blue and yellow trim showed off her gorgeous body to perfection.

“Back off you Little cocktease," Monica growled as she stepped out of the passenger seat of my car, careful to keep her own cheerleading uniform neat. The words were biting but the smile on Monica's face muted any heat. The two best friends did their little clapping and jumping and giggling thing together.

“I'LL see you after the game," I called out through the open window, then put the car into gear.

“Don't forget to watch me, big boy!" The dark-haired girl turned away from me and gave a little wiggle of her short-skirted ass in my direction. I suppressed the shudder of arousal threatening to work its way down my spine. My world was full of temptations, and out of all the young pussy at school, this hot little vixen could possibly be THE worst one.

Clearly, the biggest crack in my monogamous loyalty was Cherys, the angel of my dreams. But she was unattainable and therefore extremely unlikely to actually cause any damage. Hell, Monica even had some idea that I Lusted after my sister's girlfriend, but she didn't really fear

Cherys.

So the second biggest threat to my loyalty was Cherys' hot vixen of a little sister, Elemis. Same iridescent eyes, same cheekbones, same sparkling personality. And to further tempt me, Elemis was built Like a

Russian tennis starlet. Her legs went on forever and she had a habit of wearing REALLY short skirts that just barely covered her butt cheeks.

To top it all off, she looked just enough like her older sister to ruffle my feathers any time she wanted, which was pretty often. And she was the one shaking her tight ass at me right now.

As if in retaliation, my girlfriend actually reached out and spanked her best friend's ass... *hard*.

“Ellie! Monica scolded.

“Oww!" Now Ellie was hopping up and down, squeezing her asscheeks together with both hands clamped over the pained flesh. In her skimpy cheerleader outfit, the sight wasn't much better for reducing my erection.

"Stop flirting with my boyfriend!"

“Oh, I always flirt with your boyfriend,” Ellie grinned at me, a carbon copy of Cherys' trademark grin. It was enough to make my knees buckle for a moment. What she'd said was true. She had been flirting with me forever. You'd think I would have gotten used to her after all these years. But I never did.

Still, I rarely lost my composure around Ellie the way I did around

Cherys. And while Ellie teased me constantly, she never actually made a move on me. Good thing too, or Monica may have been forced to choose between her boyfriend and her best friend.

“Besides," Ellie swiveled back to me. "Someone has to give him hope that his virile rod of man-meat will someday find a willing home." She cast a sidelong glance at Monica. "You're the cocktease. I'd let him in me if he ever stopped to ask."

I sensed Monica's redhead rage flare up even before she did. Ellie's naughty remarks were common enough; Monica had been hearing them for the past year. And the biting comments never damaged the girls‘ friendship. But I stepped in to defuse the situation nonetheless.

“Don't worry, baby," I quickly said to Monica. "My uncontrollable male hormones will unavoidably dream of Ellie's pussy. But when the sun goes down, Ellie will be rubbing her own clit at home while my tongue is taking you to heaven.”

I think the concrete sidewalk cracked when Ellie's jaw fell to the floor. I blew Monica a kiss as she turned with an impish smile and collected Ellie into her left arm. Half-needing to support her friend, they began the walk to the girls’ locker room.

I wasn't too worried. Ellie and I had bantered back and forth for years. She loved the tease more than anything, and no active action ever came of it. She wouldn't risk her best friend, right? And yet, my own words circled around my brain. I could already picture Ellie in her cheerleader's outfit, the skirt hiked up while she rubbed her clit and watched me shoving my tongue into Monica's pussy.

Still half in my dream-fantasy, I powered the passenger window back up and then Looked ahead. I had to find a parking spot and get into the locker room before Coach executed me for being late.

The thunderous roar that went up from the crowd was deafening. People on both sides of the stadium were screaming so loud I couldn't hear anything on the field around me. Not that it mattered much, my heart was pounding so hard I doubt I would have heard much anyways.

It had been a tight game throughout all four quarters. I'd already caught two touchdown passes, both short completions I'd been able to turn into 30+ yard scampers into the end zone. But their offense was just as good as ours, and with twenty seconds left in the game, we were down by 4.

It was the last play of the game. I'd taken a deep breath to calm my nerves and still my hands. Then the ball was snapped, our offensive line piled up with their defense, and I'd started running toward the pile of bodies from my spot at split end. Nate had handed off to our running back, who gripped the ball tightly and headed my way.