Hungry Cheerleader

“Yeah, that’s right,” said Daphne.

“Is that still on?” asked Caroline.

“Or are you having second thoughts about that, too?” asked Emma, raising an eyebrow.

I looked at each one of them in turn, then said, “Well — what difference does it make?”

“A lot,” said Daphne.

“I’ll say!” remarked Becky.

I frowned. “I seem to remember there was a condition attached to this. If he’s faithful, he gets all of us. If he isn’t — he doesn’t.”

“Actually, that’s right,” agreed Caroline. “That was the deal.”

Emma looked downcast. “Bummer. That means if he met a girl in a bar someplace with the other guys, we get nothing and only Angela gets a look in.”

I suddenly felt adamant. “I might not feel like looking, if I find out he did that.”

“What!” cried Daphne.

“IT’S OVER,” I announced.

“Babe, are you NUTS?” cried Becky. “What do you mean, ‘it’s over’? He hasn’t even walked through the door yet!”

“Yeah, you don’t know whether he has or hasn’t,” remonstrated Caroline.

“She’s lost it,” said Emma.

“No, I haven’t!” I cried. “I don’t see why I should continue seeing him if he did that, or share him with the rest of you!”

Becky frowned. “You’re starting to annoy me now, babe! You said yourself that it didn’t matter if he was or wasn’t, and you promised to share him with us if he was.”

“Huh! I must have been stupid! It should have been the other way round — if he’s faithful, I keep him for myself, and if he isn’t, you can have him!”

“You don’t have the right to demand fidelity from him when you haven’t done it yourself!” said Becky.

“Yeah, and you shared yourself with us, not him, and were happy to do that,” said Caroline.

That made me stop. I thought. Then I blurted, “Aargh! Am I crazy?”

Caroline stepped down. “Sit down, you over-the-top, melodramatic wench, and listen up! Literally ten seconds ago, you agreed that the deal was, ‘if he’s faithful, he gets all of us; if he isn’t, he doesn’t’.”

“I must have been nuts to set that up,” I muttered out loud, while sitting on my bed.

“No, you weren’t. The fact was, you put your friends first on the day you said that to him, not him first. I wager you knew for a fact that you would be getting horny with us while he was away, and it’s not like he doesn’t know — he already knows that all of us get sexy with each other on the regular, whether he’s there or not. On top of that, you know in your heart that this is a one-sided deal. While you have us all the time to give you some lovin’, he’s had nobody for the last four weeks, except for a busload of beefy, sweaty guys with hairy armpits and body hair, and it’s not like they’re all gay or bi-curious or anything. He’s not gonna get up close and personal with THEM, is he? So the deal is, he gets five pussies to sink his cock into when he gets back, because that’s what you’ve had all the time he’s been gone. Even if he did manage to get some action from some random chick in a bar, you gave him the right to do that because you knew you had us all the time, so if he got the hots for someone else, so what? You’ve still got all four of us, and we can give you hours of untold pleasure that he could only dream of. So you’ve lost nothing out of this sweet little deal, and there’s every chance that he could even have passed up the opportunity for some action, fully believing that he had five hot chicks waiting for him back home. He knows we all love sex, but he doesn’t know what some chick in a bar will be like. So why don’t you get off your high moral horse? The fact is, you more or less let him go. You said to him straight that it was unfair to expect him to be faithful after only a month of going out. That was the right call then, and it’s the right call now.”

“I agree with Caroline,” said Daphne.

“Yeah, me, too,” said Emma.

“Same here,” said Becky. “So why don’t you just drop this little condition about being faithful, huh?”

“What?” I asked, disbelieving.

“Yeah, think about it,” Becky went on. “Babe — you let him go. Here you are, expecting him to show up any minute, knocking on the door, happy to see you. What if he doesn’t? What if he met some super-hot babe who rocks his world in bed and sucks him off better than you do? What if he prefers her, and never comes back? Watcha gonna do about it? You said he could meet others, and you were OK with it, because you knew you had us as a back-up. You gave him no back-up plan at all, and didn’t bother to put him first, yet you expect him to walk through that door like a tail-wagging puppy dog, being sexless for a whole month like a good, faithful little boy.”

I felt bad. “I’ve been selfish,” I said. I looked at my four closest friends, and shrugged. “I’m sorry this needed to be called out.”

Daphne smiled. “What are friends for?”

I smiled sheepishly, and blushed. I hesitated. “What am I gonna do now?”

“You’re gonna do exactly what I told you to do,” grinned Becky. “You’re not gonna ask him whether he was faithful. You’re gonna be super-stoked that he even came back into your life, and we’ll be stoked, too, and, as a reward, your gonna eff him like you’ve never done before, and we’re all gonna join in.”

“OK,” I grinned. “Let’s do it.”

CHAPTER TWO

Five minutes later, there was a knock at the door.

I jumped up like someone had just kicked me up the backside. “He’s here.” I leapt towards the dorm room door and burst it open like a pop gun.

There he was. “Hi, Ange. Hi, ladies. I’m back!”

“PATRICK!” I cried, and gave him a big hug, and all the girls squealed and rushed forward to embrace him. It was great to feel his strong arms around me, the hardness of his body, his toned muscles, and masculine scent.

Patrick was a little overwhelmed at the welcoming committee, and his eyes were wide, his eyebrows raised. “Wow, this is awesome; but can I bring my bag in?”

“Oh, yeah, sure,” said Becky, and we moved out of the way to let him in.

I looked at his luggage — a big backpack, and a bag of random drinking bottles and other paraphernalia. “Didn’t you go home yet?”

Patrick grinned. “No, I didn’t. I came to see you. I didn’t realize all five of you would be here together.” He looked at the others. “What’s happening? No classes today?”

“We studied this morning,” said Caroline, squirming a little and licking her lips at him.

I frowned at her, then turned back to Patrick. “Babe, how was the trip?”

“Oh, it was awesome! We came second overall and competed at five different tournaments across the country. The venues were packed and the crowd was crazy, but it was really exhilarating in the stadium! The judges were really picky, though — way more than they are locally around here.”

“Yeah, well, that’s gonna happen when you hit the big league,” I smiled.

Emma waltzed up to him. “So, Patrick — did you get much free time while you were away?”

“Er, no, things were really hectic and we lived on restaurant food and snacks while we were on the road. I got tired with all the bus rides everywhere, though. If I never see another bus again, I would be happy, right now.”

“What were the hotels like?” asked Daphne, flicking her long, blond hair.

“Oh, pretty average — three-star’s not bad, but kinda no-frills at the same time, huh?”

“I see,” said Becky. “So what did you and the guys get up to in the evenings?”

“Oh, well, we got in pretty late most nights, maybe around nine, perhaps 8:30pm if we were lucky. By the time we checked in and showered, then changed, we went out for dinner around quarter to ten, so late-night buffets and street food, mainly, I’m afraid. It’ll be nice to go back to some normal food again, now I’m back living at home.”

“So no time to hit the bars, right?” I asked.

Patrick finally cottoned on to what we were all getting at. “Ah, right — no, not really. We were burning the candle at both ends most days, what with traveling ten hours each time we moved, then eating late, getting up early most mornings to practice, then straight into the competitive event.”

“Oh, yeah?” said Becky. “How about weekends? You didn’t compete on Saturdays and Sundays.”

“I know, but there was still travel, and more practice sessions.”

Caroline stood up straight. “So, can we assume that you never met anyone during these whole four weeks?”

Patrick smirked. “Well, ladies, there really wasn’t a whole lotta time. Plus, the other guys would have found out.”

“So what?” I asked, shrugging my shoulders.

“Well, there’s the little issue of, if I met a woman I liked, where would I take her? Her place or mine? If ‘my place’ is a hotel room with four beefy guys, I can’t take her there. It would have to be her place, and goodness knows where that would have been. I couldn’t very well go off to her place and leave the other guys there at the bar, plus I was in a town I didn’t know.”

“HA! Really?” smirked Emma. “There’s this thing called a back alley. Ever used it?”

Patrick smiled, pulled himself up to his full height and put his hands on his hips. His eyes were twinkling and he was full of confidence. I was surprised.

“OK,” he said. “Do you want the lowdown? Me and the guys did go out to meet girls — I was dog-tired most of the time in the evenings, and didn’t wanna stay out late, but the other guys were keen and so I went along. The first time was when we went to this bar. There were a whole bunch of really great-looking waitresses, cold beer, rock music, the works. Plus it was close to the hotel. We chatted up some of the waitresses and a couple of good-looking girls who were there. It was fun, but nothing physical — we downed a few cold ones, then headed off home. The second time was a week later and at lunchtime. The guys had got there an hour before me because I was in charge of stocking up snacks and supplies for the next bus trip, and so I had gone around hunting for a supermarket, then gone back to the hotel to dump the stuff, shower, change and head out to join them. When I got there, they were doing tequila shots with this waitress who was absolutely stunning — blond hair, humongous boobs, athletic body, birthin’ hips, long, sexy legs — actually, she kind of looked like you, Caroline.”