Lana's Slutty Senior Year Ch. 01

Hi readers - this is my first erotica, a series. The first several chapters are very brief but sex-less and mostly set up the scene and introduce some characters. If you're not interested, feel free to skip onto the later chapters around 4 or 5. This is the first story I've written in a very long time, and the first erotica I've ever written too, so please let me know what you like, what you don't like, and your thoughts and opinions!

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Lana was briefed on just a few different things before entering her final year at school:

1. Don't stand out.

2. Don't antagonize the cheerleaders.

3. Jake and Sabrina ran this school.

She took in a deep, sharp breath before entering the halls of the school. Of course her parents had to move one last time before she could complete her final year of high school. This meant finding new friends, making new connections, and submitting herself to the next queen bee all over again. To make matters worse, her parents wouldn't even be home most of the time. They were off gallivanting at the shores of the central California coast doing marine research, while Lana was stuck with just an allowance and a house to brood at.

It was the first day of school, and the halls were immediately overwhelming. The main hall was flanked by rows and rows of deep green lockers. This hall was for seniors, and it was distinctly so. Groups of people had already coalesced into little long-standing cliques. A group of cheerleaders huddled in a corner, reapplying lip gloss in a single girl's locker mirror and smacking their lips. A group of bespectacled guys hung around another locker, ripping open a pack of trading cards with unmuted screams of enthusiasm.

Lana pulled out her schedule and map and navigated her way through the throng of people to identify her first period class. She felt gazes fall upon her unfamiliar face and vivacious curves, but she did her best to ignore them. Lana had chosen a tight little tube top and micro shorts for her first day at school. That's what they wear in California, isn't it? She figured, channeling all of her knowledge of California TV shows. She was wrong, of course - everyone was dressed surprisingly how they did in the rest of the country. Seeing this now, she felt a twinge of insecurity at how boldly she showed off her curves.

Eventually, the new girl found her classes and made her way through her first day of classes as uneventfully as she possibly could. She introduced herself again and again, making a few actual friends and acquaintances throughout the day. Finally, she landed herself in her final class of the day: Physical Education, or PE. Since she was a late addition, the school shoved her into the final PE class of the day, which was usually reserved for athletes to begin their practices early. As a result, though, she didn't really have a teacher, and sat around most of the hour.

That's Jake and Sabrina, Lana recalled what a new friend had said to her during lunch while pointing the two out. They were both total bombshells - Jake, a tall, 6'3" quarterback with broad shoulders, chiseled pecs, and tanned skin from working out in the sun all day, and Sabrina, a petite, thin blonde with long legs and perky breasts. Visually, they worked together perfectly. They were the quintessential high school power couple. The only time they were ever separated was during practice, or sometimes during class, of which Lana shared a few with Jake.

The two were huddled close together at this PE class, Lana noticed. It made sense - both Sabrina and Jake were in sports, and football season was about to be in full swing. The cheerleading coach called Sabrina away, leaving Jake alone. The moment Sabrina was out of sight, Jake sharply pointed his gaze at Lana.

Startled, Lana looked away, then cursed at herself for how obvious it was that she had been staring. She heard footsteps approaching her, and before she knew it, Jake was towering over where she was sitting on the bleachers, a smug and curious grin on his face.

"You're new here?" He asked, but more so as a statement than a question. "I'm Jake. You're gonna want to know me."

"Oh yeah?" Lana buried all the anxiety deep down within her, putting on her boldest front. "And why's that?"

"I think you already know why," he smiled coyly, leaning down to her level. "And I've already seen you around trying to get to know me. You're Lana, right?"

Lana was genuinely surprised. "How did you know?"

"I keep tabs," Jake shrugged, stepping a single foot up to the bleachers. He smirked. "Kidding. I'm in your classes, remember? You're new, you're hot, you're already making the news. I like to know what's going on around here."

Heat rushed to Lana's cheek hearing him compliment her, but held it down to maintain her facade. "Well, you're not too bad looking yourself. And I've heard lots about you."

"Good things, I bet." Jake was so smug, it was almost admirable. And it was definitely hot. Before either of them could continue, another set of girlish footsteps approached them. Jake quickly pulled away right before the girl from before, Sabrina, reappeared next to him.

"Oh, Sabs," Jake sounded deliberately neutral about his girlfriend appearing. "This is Lana. She's new, and she was asking about the football schedule."

"Was she now?" Sabrina looked at the two of them incredulously.

Despite being around the same height, Lana felt totally dwarfed by her. Sabrina was so slender and dainty, and she looked the part of a cheerleader. Her short cheer skirt grazed the bottom of her ass, like an accident could fully expose her, but she held herself so still and gracefully that it never quite happened. Lana, again, pushed her nervousness down and smiled at the cheerleading captain.

"I just moved here, and thought going to the games could be the best way to make friends," Lana lied. She liked the ambiance of football games, but didn't understand them that well.

Sabrina, remarkably enough, seemed satisfied by this. She looked at Lana up and down on the bleachers. "Stand up for me, would you?"

Lana raised an eyebrow, but did as she said. She stood up, and Sabrina took her in fully.

"Oh yeah," she nodded. "You should try out for the cheerleading team."

Lana's eyes widened in shock, then narrowed in suspicion. What? Lana couldn't believe what she was hearing. Just a moment ago, Sabrina was deeply suspicious of her. She looked over at the football star, and even he was totally taken aback.

"You are a perfect hourglass," Sabrina continued. "You don't do any other sports, do you?"

"I was a sprinter before," Lana confessed, though she had no intention of trying out for the track team this year. This was her last year of high school, and she wanted to dedicate herself to making friends and making the most of it.

"That's a totally different season from cheer," Sabrina nodded. "Tryouts start on Wednesday, and the first game is the next Friday after this one. I'll see you there." The blonde spun around expertly, then left.

Jake was eventually called by the coach to start football practice, and the school day was almost over.

What's the harm in leaving a little early? Lana thought as she checked the time. 2:45. There was no teacher and nobody to dismiss her anyways. She snuck out of the bleachers and slowly made her way over to the parking lot, where she was going to exit. To her surprise, there was somebody else there making their way out of the school already too. She walked up behind him and noticed his shirt: a band shirt from a band she loved.

"Hey!" She called over to the man, who stopped in his tracks. "I love your shirt! I just saw them this last spring."

The man spun around, and Lana inhaled a sharp gasp. It was another beautiful man: tall, 6'2, with curly black hair and a lean frame. His arms were speckled with tattoos. He tilted his head at her, then grinned.

"No way," he laughed. "I was there at that show too. At the bowl?"

"No, I just moved here. I saw them back home. Or, I guess this is home now," Lana corrected herself sheepishly. "My name is Lana. I just started at this school today."

"Oh," he seemed pleasantly surprised. "Well, lovely to make your acquaintance. I'm Damien."

"Damien." The taste of his name in her mouth was sweet and a little embarrassing. She looked down at his tattoos. "You're 18?"

"Oh, almost 19." He raised his arm up to give her a better view. "But I wasn't held back or anything! I was just born at a weird time, and ended up in this school year."

Lana raised her hands defensively. "I wasn't saying anything! Just thought it was cool you had so many tats already. I just turned 18 myself and was thinking of getting a few. Do the teachers say anything?"

"Of course they've mentioned it, but they're not my parents. They can't say anything." Damien winked at her, then sized her up again. The girl felt self conscious again about the micro shorts and the little tops he was wearing. "Do you need a ride home, by the way?"

Lana blinked. She was planning on walking home, but couldn't refuse the offer. She leapt into the car, a modest little black sedan, and continued chatting with Damien throughout the ride home.

She admired Damien's rings and jewelry and his strong, toned arms when suddenly she had a thought: Jake had a girlfriend, why wouldn't Damien? Was she putting another target on her back? Lana brainstormed ways to get that information out of him.

Damien must have noticed the sudden shift, because he looked at her and smiled. "So, interested in any shows coming up? Most tours stop here. Maybe we could go together some time."

Lana's cheeks flushed at the idea, and she cleared her throat. "I'd be down for that. Would your girlfriend be joining us, or...?"

Damien just laughed, but did not answer as they pulled up to Lana's house. He unlocked the door for her. "Welcome home. I hope you had a good first day, and I'm looking forward to seeing you around."

"Right, same to you!" Lana exclaimed, ignoring her disappointment at her unanswered question. She exited and shut the door. Right as she turned around to go home, she heard the sound of the window rolling down.

"I'm single," Damien proclaimed from the car. "Very single."

Lana smiled, waved goodbye, and went inside.