Lana's Slutty Senior Year Ch. 03

"Okay, tell me everything," the girl on the other side of the video call demanded as she gazed directly into the brightest light-up mirror anyone has ever seen. It was Nicki. She was putting on her false eyelashes.

"There's not much to say," Lana droned a bit. Then she snapped back into it. "Did you say you were going on a date, like, right now? On a Wednesday?"

"Yes!" She giggled. "Didn't you do the same thing?"

"I wouldn't really call it a date..." Lana leaned back and thought about it. Damien was incredibly normal the entire night, almost disappointingly so, chatting just about new music and upcoming shows they could attend together. "We did make plans to get lunch tomorrow. And to see this band in a couple weeks. He bought tickets for us. Who are you going out with?"

"I'm going to a show tonight, too. Do you remember that guy from our anthro class last year?"

Lana wracked her brain. "Not really. Oh, wait - you mean the blond guy? Drew?"

"Yes! We're in econ together this year. He asked me out this last summer to see this show."

The two girls chatted back and forth for a while longer, and Lana lamented moving away from her friends. Nicki and Lana had been inseparable for the past three years of high school, and she was furious at her parents for separating them during their senior year.

"Oh, I gotta go," Nicki abruptly picked up her phone and waved goodbye. "We're 3 hours ahead, after all. I'll text you!"

Contrary to Nicki's active night life, Lana was about ready to call it quits for the night. She straightened up her bed, then heard a ding from her phone. Lana reached for her phone immediately, assuming it was Nicki with another last-minute update, but instead an unknown number stared back at her. The text read: "Is this Lana?"

"Damien?" Lana wondered out loud, but that didn't make any sense. The two had just exchanged numbers, and she had added a contact for him on her phone. Who could this be?

"Yes," she typed back cautiously. "Who is this?"

A quick pause. Then:

"It's Jake."

Lana's heart raced. Jake?

"How did you get this number?" She asked him through text.

His reply read: "I'm a stalker ;)"

Followed immediately by: "Jk, I saw it on the cheer signup sheet. My girlfriend's the captain, after all. I get the scoop on all the cheerleader going-ons."

Lana raised an eyebrow at this. It was a super suspicious thing to say, no matter what. She texted back: "Did you need something?"

Another quick pause. Then: "Can you grab me my papers for Mr. Clemens' class this week? I'm missing fifth period on Friday for football."

She thought about it for a second, then realized she did indeed share fifth period with Jake. Strangely enough, he normally sat pretty quietly in the back and drew little attention to himself. "Why don't you have Sabrina do it?" She texted back, assuming the quarterback's girlfriend was in the other class period for the same class.

"You think Sabrina is smart enough to be in AP Gov?" You could hear Jake's gently mocking tone from his text. "JK - she's a smart gal, but not in that way. Can you just grab it and give it to me after practice on Friday?"

"After practice?"

"Damn girl, you got a lot of questions." Lana couldn't help but laugh a little at this. "You're doing the cheer tryouts, right? They're gonna end around the time practice ends for us too. Just meet me after."

Lana could not imagine a worse scenario than this. She didn't want to say yes or no for any reason, but she still hadn't decided what she wanted to do about cheer tryouts in the first place. She opted not to respond, instead brainstorming ways to somehow end this senior year without antagonizing the cheerleaders, like she had come in with the intention to do. Lana opted not to reply quite yet.

About forty minutes went by, and Lana received another text from Jake. This time, a picture. She opened it and immediately flushed red. It was a mirror picture, reflecting a shirtless visage of Jake's abs. He was shirtless, sweaty, chiseled, tanned, broad - everything the perfect paragon of the football team's quarterback would be. He only wore a pair of thick, gray sweatpants. Upon closer inspection, there was a bulge curving to the right on his leg beneath them. Lana looked away, but couldn't help but feel her pussy throb a little.

"Did you mean to send this to Sabrina?" Lana responded innocently, but she had a feeling that Jake knew exactly who this was being sent to. He didn't respond for several minutes. Just when Lana was beginning to think it really was a mistake, another picture arrived.

Lana quickly opened the next one to see a similar picture, this time at a slightly different angle. His free hand was pulling down the waistband of his sweatpants slightly, just enough to see the base of his cock. Lana inhaled sharply, feeling her panties dampen and her heartbeat quicken - there's no way he sent both of these to her by accident.

"Do you like it?" He asked, ignoring her question. "Just finished my nightly workout at the gym."

He was glistening with sweat, so that checked out. And admittedly, Lana did like it. He had some stubble down there, and the top inch of his cock was just enough to give away his impressive girth.

Lana also noticed that he had cropped his face out of both pictures. How's that going to help? She wondered. That's so clearly Jake.

"You have a girlfriend," Lana texted back. "What would she think?"

"She'd probably think that I look good," Jake teased, somehow avoiding the question. "Talk to you Friday, alright?"

Lana went to bed that night hot and bothered, thinking about the pictures that Jake had sent. He was undeniably hot - dreamy, rugged, with a handsome face too. But he was so smug and cocky it pissed her off. Why, then, did she also feel so much desire? So much yearning? Her imagination trailed to Jake's second picture. Just from the tease, anyone could tell that Jake was more than all talk. He was absolutely massive, no doubt.

Lana squirmed in bed, thinking about his thick shaft until she couldn't take it anymore. She reached into her drawer, pulled out her vibrator, and opened up the picture of Jake. She imagined the rest of his cock, how it would look or feel in her hands, which way it curved and how that would feel inside her when he fucked her. She imagined it teasing the entrance of her pussy, feeling its big head lightly press itself into her while her throbbing pussy begged for him.

Suddenly, a new text. This time from Damien.

"Wear a skirt for me tomorrow, okay?"