Lana's Slutty Senior Year Ch. 07

"Alright ladies," Coach Sharon boomed in her outside-voice, for no reason really as every cheer girl was haphazardly piled into a single section of the locker room. She clasped her hands together, flanked by the actual cheer team behind her and the recruits in front of her. "You all put in a wonderful effort today for tryouts, I'm proud of every single one of you. There's a lot of you guys at different levels. Please hang out here while your captains and I have a brief discussion."

Lana stood in a corner leaned up against a locker. Despite her uncertainty about joining the team, Lana had decided to attend the tryouts. It was the only thing that could distract her from the passionate night she and Jake had just spent together the night before.

Just go! Nicki, still back home, had told her over a video call. You can always say no at the end. You can't just show that Sabrina girl that you're a quitter. Plus, Jake's papers, you know? Go get him! And now here she was, stuck in this locker with a bunch of other uncomfortable girls that she had failed to make a single friend with over the last three days. Most of the girls were silent and uncomfortable, or divided into little groups.

Coach Sharon disappeared into her locker room office with a handful of the cheer team, including Sabrina, Alyssa, and a few other girls that Lana recognized but didn't know. The two she did know, though, shot a passing glance at Lana specifically before filing in with the coach.

Lana pulled out her phone to curb the awkwardness. She texted: "Alright, I'm in here. I need to figure out right now if I want to do this or not."

A reply came just about immediately: "Do what?"

Lana's heart skipped a beat, then she groaned internally. She had texted the wrong number, and Damien's name popped up at the top of her screen. He continued with another message: "Do me, you mean?"

"Ha-ha," Lana replied, hoping he'd understand her sarcasm over text. "Sorry, wrong person."

"Oh, right. You're doing that cheer thing, aren't you?"

"Yeah. Tryouts just finished and they're discussing now."

"You don't need to do that shit. You'll be busy for the next, like, four months with dumb blonde bimbos watching dumb blonde douchebags make themselves dumber."

Lana giggled a little. "Judgmental, are we?"

"You belong at my house Fridays after school," Damien's next text declared. "I can play you some sick riffs, you can fall in love with me and we can go to a concert, where I'll leave you for the hot bassist. It beats chanting the same inane thing with a bunch of people you don't care about and screaming into a megaphone."

"I'll have you know that chanting the same thing and screaming into a megaphone can be quite fun, sometimes."

Before Damien could reply, Coach Sharon reappeared with the other girls in tow. That was fast!

"Well, ladies," the coach once again yelled unnecessarily loudly into the echoey walls of the locker room. "Our decisions are made. I've had Assistant Coach Allison post up our decisions outside on the bulletin board, let's all hustle out and take a look."

Thinking this was an odd way to announce the turnout, Lana and the other girls slung their school backpacks over their shoulders and slowly shuffled out of the locker room into the football field. Immediately upon exiting, Lana and the rest of the team figured the real reason for the delay. Out on the field, against the dusky blue-purple sky, sat no less than three dozen burning candles, scattered between a deluge of rose petals lining a direct trail into the center of the field.

The girls gasped, but one singular gasp was sharper and louder than the others. Up ahead, Sabrina's hands came up to clasp her mouth. At the end of the petal-lined path stood none other than the school's beloved football quarterback, Jake, with a hand-made but neat sign in his hands, asking the following: "My love, Homecoming?"

Sabrina, girlishly delighted, squealed and rushed through the path onto the center of the football field. "Yes!" She exclaimed before Jake could even say anything. Just the poster board was enough for her. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Jake laughed genuinely, wrapping his arm tightly around his girlfriend. "Will you go to Homecoming with me?" He asked anyways, drowned out by the squeals of Sabrina's yes yes yeses. Once she was finished jumping for joy, Jake handed off his poster to one of the other teammates standing a ways away, then turned his entire body towards Sabrina to wrap her in his muscular arms and kiss her deeply.

Lana cringed. Ew, she thought. God, this is so ick. Rose petals and candles, really? And in front of all these people, and coaches? But it was clear that Sabrina was eating this up, and her girlfriends were jumping for joy around her too. Maybe this was just a testament to how well he knows her?

Then, she was hit with a sudden pang of jealousy. She watched Jake embrace his girlfriend tightly, pushing her hair behind her ear with the same fingers he used to make Lana cum the night before. His left arm embraced the small of her back, the same way he picked up Lana to bring her to her room and fuck her deeply less than twenty four hours ago. The heat rose into Lana's cheeks and envy pooled like bile in her stomach while the people around her cheered raucously.

Why am I so jealous? She didn't even like Jake, no part of her wanted him to be her boyfriend. Yet still, seeing him there completely engrossed in the presence of his girlfriend that he's been with for years while completely ignoring herself, the girl he had just ejaculated all over the night before, sent a tidal wave of uncomfortable emotions crashing over her.

"Ugh, Sabrina is so lucky!" One of the cheerleading girls squealed, jumping up and down for her captain. "Jake makes it a point every year to make sure he's the first one to ask anyone to Homecoming. Can you believe how fucking cute they are? I can't believe this is their last year!"

Then, in a heartbeat, Lana was turning around and leaving the group to escape to the crowd. She stormed off, unwilling to be around the spectacle anymore, uncaring if she had or hadn't made the cheerleading team. She didn't know where she was going, or what she was going to do, but eventually her little legs brought her on over the parking lot. And there he was: Damien, sitting in a group of people, smoking a cigarette just outside of school property.

He spotted her the moment she did. "Lana!" He called her over, beckoning her to join him and his friends. She instantly felt better to feel Damien acknowledge her in front of his friends. "Come here!"

She scurried on over, stifling her jealous emotions as best she could. "Damien," she greeted him first, then turned to the other three. "I'm Lana, nice to meet you."

"This is the girl," Damien nudged the friend closest to him.

Butterflies erupted in Lana's stomach - Damien not only acknowledged her, but has talked about her to his friends?

"Oh, word," the man closest to Damien touched elbows with her. "I'm Andy. These two are Amir and Logan." The two other men nodded. "We hear you've got pretty good taste in music."

"You just come out of practice?" The one named Logan asked before Lana could get a word in. One look at him made it clear that he was smoking more than just cigarettes. "You got the whole... workout getup going on."

"Oh, yeah," Lana replied. "I just got out of cheer tryouts."

"Oh?" Amir, who was clearly the friendliest and most sober of the bunch, smiled at her. "How did that go?"

"Ah, well," Lana shuffled her feet awkwardly. "Actually, I didn't stick around to see if I made it in or not."

"Why not?" Damien looked at her, puzzled. He took another drag of his cigarette.

"Well..." Lana wasn't sure how to respond. In no world would she admit that she had stormed out of there because of her jealousy over a Homecoming proposal from a guy who was famously dating the captain of the cheerleading team. "I decided that I didn't want to do it, so I just left."

It was immediately clear that Damien didn't believe her, but didn't press the issue further. He sucked out one last drag of his cigarette, the little stick hissing as it reached the end of its life. Then, he dropped it, stamping it out under his boot.

"Why don't you douchebags get home," Damien asked of the other three, moreso of a demand than a question. He patted Andy's back loudly. "Nobody wants you to be standing out here outside a school getting fucking high all day, you fucking losers."

"Whoa," Logan responded in such a stoned out way that the others laughed. "Peace be with you, brother. Amir, can you drop me off at home?"

"Oh, me too," Andy piped after them, also dropping and stamping out his cigarette. He returned the favor to his friend, patting Damien's back forcefully. "Our only other vehicle owner is busy tonight."

"I'll catch you assholes later," Damien shooed the other three off, not taking his eyes off of Lana. Despite being fully clothed, she suddenly felt naked alone in front of Damien as his friends filed away into a car parked not too far away from them. She could feel the way his eyes traveled around her, through the low cut of her little sports bra and through the ass-hugging compression shorts she wore. The two sat in silence, listening to the roar of the car start, and waiting for them to drive off before speaking again.

"So," Damien looked right through her. Lana felt a shiver crawl up her spine. "What did you need?"

"Can you take me home?"

"Oh?" Damien looked amused, like he knew something was up, but couldn't pinpoint quite what it was yet. "Demanding, are we?"

"Please?" Lana looked up at him with her best attempt at doe eyes.

"Oh, babygirl," Damien cajoled. "You never have to ask anything of me twice."

They strolled over to where Damien's car sat in a nearly empty school parking lot. He walked over to the driver's side door, but Lana grabbed his hand, halting him.

"No," she commanded, reaching instead for the backseat door. "Here."

A devious grin spread across Damien's face as he received confirmation of the very thing he wanted the most. He wasted no time hoisting the door and climbing in directly to the center of the backseat. Lana followed suit, throwing her backpack into the front seat and climbing over to Damien in the tight space of the backseat. She had hardly had any time to close the door before Damien was trailing his rough, calloused fingers across her back and down her sides. She straddled him, a knee on either side of him, resting her slippery pussy on his rapidly rising mass. He hooked his thumbs under her compression shorts and pulled down forcefully. No teasing, no tempting or hesitation, just displaying his full need for her. She appreciated it - she'd had enough of playing coy.

Lana's shorts fell down to her thighs. "No panties, huh?" Damien licked his lips. "You make a habit of this?"

She giggled. "A lot of girls do this when they're working out."

"Yeah? Well, you're my favorite then."

Lana awkwardly pulled off her shorts from her position as Damien unzipped his pants, his cock falling out into his lap. She paused briefly and looked around - Damien's windows were only partially tinted. If someone really wanted to look inside, they could.

Damien didn't seem to care, his dick was hardening by the second. Lana lowered herself from the seat to the ground, hungrily taking his cock into her mouth, drooling and spitting and making a slobbering mess over his meat. She loved the feeling of his length taking shape in her mouth, the soft tissue of his penis stiffening from her tight lips and ravenous tongue. It got bigger, and bigger, until it filled her mouth to the brim.

She pulled back to look at it, jerking it off in her hands. Damien was, despite his leaner frame, surprisingly large, easily rivaling Jake's penis with a bit less girth and a bit more length. "I can't deepthroat all of this big cock, daddy," Lana whimpered, looking up at her curly-headed man.

"We'll practice," he said, now cold and domineering. The warmth he shared with his friends and over conversation was gone. "Starting now." He grasped the back of her head, forcing her little mouth to wrap down the shaft of his cock. Lana felt the head of his dick push into the back of her mouth, down her throat as she gagged. He held it there for a second, letting her struggle briefly before bringing her back up for air.

Lana gasped. She had never felt cock go so deeply down her throat. She felt the familiar damp heat reappear between her legs, a trickle of desire dripping down her thigh as she looked out the window. People were beginning to pass by. Not only had the cheerleading tryouts concluded, but football practice had clearly ended at the same time. Voices proclaiming their gratitude for the weekend strolled past.

"Come up here," Damien demanded, pulling the girl up from kneeling on the floor to the seat. She was now eye level with the people passing by. Damien took a hold of her hips, guiding her slippery entrance to the head of his cock. A dribble of her pussy juices trickled out of her cunt and down the guitar player's length, moistening them both. "You are a fucking slut. You like it when people watch you, don't you?"

"No," Lana denied shyly, but she had a feeling he was right. The excitement of potentially being caught drove her wild. She wanted everyone to see her be fucked - she wanted Jake to watch her get railed.

"Liar," Damien whispered, grasping her hips and trailing his cock back and forth on her slit. Lana shuddered in anticipation. "I don't fuck liars."

"Damien," Lana croaked, attempting to lower herself onto his cock, but Damien held fast to her.

"Say you want to be fucked in front of everyone," Damien demanded while more of Lana's wetness slid down his shaft. "Say you want everyone to know you're my little slut that likes to get fucked in front of strangers."

"I can't," Lana was too embarrassed. He had completely seen through her. Right that very second, Lana wanted to be dominated by him, and more than that she wanted to be seen being dominated by him. She wanted to be at the whim of the cigarette-smoking, guitar-playing, record-collecting man. "I can't say it."

"Then I guess you don't want cock that badly," Damien shrugged.

"No," Lana protested, grinding her hips and pushing the tip of his head into her. "Please fuck me."

"Say it." Damien pushed his cock a bit further in. People were beginning to stream past the windows.

"I want you to take me," Lana whispered breathlessly. "Fuck me in front of everyone. I want people to see that you own me."

"Ooh," Damien's familiar devious grin widened. He lowered her onto his cock, filling the empty space in her pussy with his girth. They both exhaled, making a paltry attempt to soften their moans from the ears of the athletes around them. "You're so honest. Tell me more."

"I wanna be your public sex toy," Lana gasped between moans as Damien began to pump his cock into her. It was rhythmic, steady. He slid his hands over her hips, grabbing her ass, and filled her up over and over again, gliding the shaft of his cock through the slick walls of her pussy. Her desire was overflowing from between their legs, seeping from her pussy and soaking his seats with her fluids. "Please fuck me like your little flesh light, daddy."

Damien moved his hand between her legs, rubbing her sensitive little clit with his thumb as he continued to thrust inside her. "Only a slut would say shit like that. You love taking cock, don't you, Lana? Of course you do. Look how fucking messy you were, dripping everywhere all over me before even putting it in. Cock-worshipping slut."

"Damien," Lana moaned, but she was unable to continue speaking. The pleasure was too much. Damien held on tightly to her ass, now pounding his length into her cervix with no respite. Her eyes rolled back as shockwaves of bliss pulsed through her body. She began to cum - and then again, and again, and again, multiple little orgasms crashing out of her as euphoria barreled through her body over any other feelings she may have had before this. Lana was in heaven, pussy trembling and leaking.

By now, they were surrounded by people, and the rocking of the car had no doubt attracted some attention from the athletes around them. But Lana couldn't bring herself to care. She was being cradled by one of the hottest guys in school and he was pounding into her, sending tremors of ecstasy through her body.

"Babygirl," Damien coaxed her. "Look up. Look around you. There's people all around you. There's people watching you. Don't be rude. Look back at them as I cum in you, baby."

Lana swung her head up from Damien's shoulders to face the back windshield, where the rapid beating of her heart came to a sudden stop. In front of her, exiting the school grounds hand in hand, were Jake and Sabrina, laughing and giggling at each other in their own little world. Lana was no more than 15 feet away from them, getting fucked mercilessly by another man in the backseat of his car in the school's parking lot.

For a moment, Jake looked up, seemingly directly at her. Lana gasped and ducked her head a bit, but it was too late. The thrill and humiliation of feeling caught by Jake constricted and tightened Lana's pussy around Damien's mass, and Damien moaned loudly.

"You see something you like?" He rasped, hastening his pace. "I'm gonna cum. Fucking hell, I'm gonna cum inside you baby."

Damien announced this as he began to climax, shooting his white hot sperm directly into Lana's womb. Lana trembled with pleasure as his cock twitched and pulsed, sending shockwave after shockwave of creampie into her pussy. He groaned louder as Lana continued to slowly ride his cock, coaxing out more and more cum with her tight cunt until his balls had been completely drained inside of her. She felt the walls of her pussy expand with his spunk, filling up her slutty walls while Jake looked ahead, seemingly right at her.

Fuck, Lana could barely think straight. Did he actually see me?

Damien ejaculated the last remaining puddles of cum into her overflowing cunt, most of it already pooling into his leather seats between their legs. The crowds were increasingly curious, loudy discussing whether or not to look inside the car. In one fell motion, Damien lifted Lana off of himself and set her to the side, surprisingly strong for his lean frame. As curious onlookers began to approach the window, Damien fluidly hopped over the center console into the front seat, dick still fully out, started his car and peeled out of the parking lot.