Lana's Slutty Senior Year Ch. 08

"You made it onto the cheer team, BTW."

Lana looked at her phone in annoyance as the text from Jake popped up. It was Friday evening, and Damien had just taken her home not long ago. Her pussy was still moist, mixed with Damien's cum, her own cum, and whatever other fluids that had appeared in between.

"A-team, too." He continued.

Lana chose to ignore this. She recounted her day over text instead to Nicki, who was too busy with her new boyfriend to respond at the moment.

"Are you going to join?"

Lana scrolled through Instagram. Put on a video. Anything to avoid the barrage of texts.

"Where did you go, btw? I didn't see you after the proposal."

She had to stop herself from audibly groaning. The girl buried herself deeper into her bed.

Suddenly, her phone vibrated and something worse appeared. Jake was calling her. Annoyed, Lana declined the call.

Buzz buzz. Another call incoming. Lana picked up this time, for some reason.

"What?" She hissed at him.

"Whoa," Jake's soft and gentle voice defied his horrible nature. "Hey, what are you up to?"

"Dude, leave me alone." Lana's jealousy was probably palpable, but she didn't care. "You have a girlfriend that you clearly love. Don't do anymore shit that would ruin your relationship."

"I'm not," Jake defended himself. "I'm just trying to ask about my study guide from Mr. Clemens' class. You did get it for me, didn't you?"

Lana rolled her eyes. She did indeed get it, and had long since forgotten about it. "Yes, I have it."

"Let me come and get it from you."

"Right now?" It was nearing 10pm.

"Yeah, if that's okay."

"I'll just give it to you on Monday."

"No, I need it this weekend."

"For what?"

"Studying, of course."

Lana had serious doubts that he was getting any amount of studying done this weekend, but she was unsure how to respond. Before she could figure something out, Jake continued: "I'm coming over to grab it, okay? Be right there."

"No-" Lana started, but was cut off by the hang-up tone. She groaned. She hadn't even cleaned herself up yet from her excursion with Damien. She rolled over, recalling the experience in the backseat of his car again. Her pussy trembled, remembering the way Damien's big cock pulsated inside her as she stared directly at Jake. Her cheeks reddened and she realized she still had no idea if he had actually seen her cumming her brains out on another man's cock or not.

She weighed whether she had enough time to shower, or if she needed to, or if she was going to shove the paper into Jake's hands and slam the door in his face. The study guide was totally non-essential - now clearly a ploy to talk to her, she realized. A part of her liked it. A piece of her liked that he was coming over right now to come see her. She swung the duvet off of her and looked down at what she was wearing: a pajama set not too dissimilar from what she was wearing the last time he saw her. Satin shorts, slightly damp at the crotch from the happenings of the day, and a little lacy tank top with her nipples protruding sharply through. She scrunched her face, trying to remember how long it took Jake to arrive last time, when a loud bell rang through the house. She froze - he was already here?

The guilt hung heavily over her for her first instinctive emotion: excitement. She was excited to see that cheating asshole, for some reason. Lana could think of nothing more than his muscles, the way his shoulders moved when he effortlessly threw her around and carried her. She forced herself to walk calmly to the front door, attempting to keep her emotions down, and opened the door. Indeed, there he was. He was wearing the same gray sweatpants and a black compression shirt that molded around his defined pecs and biceps. Her heart skipped a beat.

"Hey," he greeted. His voice was venom wrapped in silk.

"Hi," she responded breathlessly.

He looked her up and down with an arrogant smile on his face, clearly pleased by her appearance and that he hadn't been immediately thrown out. He took in the sight of her: the way her shorts clung on to the deep curve of her ass, her tank top straps falling loosely from her shoulders. Lana felt hot as he observed her.

"I see you're empty-handed."

She had forgotten about the stupid study guide.

"R-right," she stammered. She wanted to hit herself for letting herself seem nervous in front of him. "Well, let me go get it."

"I'll come with you," Jake invited himself in. He stepped through the grand wooden doors, then shut them behind him before Lana could object. Wordlessly, the two traveled up the stairs to Lana's bedroom, where the study guide sat in her backpack. Jake's gaze never left her for a second. In her bedroom, she dug around for the study guide for a second, Jake's eyes glued on her.

"Well, here you are." Lana handed the stapled package to the visitor. He took it, and immediately tossed it aside onto the hardwood floors.

"You look good," Jake responded, not related to anything she'd said. "I liked seeing you today."

"Thank you." The red in Lana's cheeks returned against her will. The two forces inside her tore her apart. Let him rip your clothes off and fuck you! No, fuck this guy! "You're looking... good, too."

"Why, thank you." Jake stepped towards her, taking her cheek in his hand and tilting her face up to his. "And I know I'm not the only one who thinks you look good."

Lana's heart stopped. "What do you mean?"

"Where did you go after the cheer tryouts?" The football player's demeanor changed slightly. He was suddenly less tender, less gentle, but a bit more stern and cold. "Bouncing around on some dick?"

The girl was stunned. Jake's touch was still soft on her face, but his eyes betrayed some other emotion.

"You think I didn't notice you storm off?" Jake continued. "That hurt my feelings. We all saw and heard that car bouncing around in the parking lot. You think we're deaf?"

"I..."

"And I thought I knew those moans," Jake continued, tapping his index finger on her cheek. "After all, I'd just heard them the night before. Why, baby? My cock not good enough for you? You know I'll come and fuck you any time you ask."

Lana didn't respond. She couldn't respond. She had no idea what to say to this line of questioning. Instead, she held still as Jake trailed his other hand over her shoulder, down to her waistline, then under her shorts, savoring and enjoying every curve on his journey down. Lana's eyes flickered down - his cock was slowly erecting, already threatening to burst from his sweats.

Jake reached into her panties, feeling around with his adept fingers until he found the sticky residue from earlier that day. He grinned.

"You're so dirty," he teased. "You haven't even cleaned up. Why don't we take a bath, my love?"

Jake's hands were still down there as his words caused another flood of slick heat to trail down into her panties. His smirk was agonizing, but Lana listened obediently. She took his hand from her pants and guided him down the hallway to the master bathroom connected to her parents' bedroom, which was largely untouched since moving in. There sat a massive tub, more akin to a hot tub than a bath, that she began to run. She had been wanting to use the tub for a while anyways, and now was as good an excuse as any to use it.

Lana began to run the water, waiting for it to heat, when she realized that she was still holding onto Jake's hand. Lana attempted to let go, but Jake pulled her back in, embracing their fingers together in a real hand-hold. The sticky goo from beneath her legs was still on him, coating them together in a sensual mixture of her cum and Damien's cum and whatever else. Lana's nipples hardened in excitement.

Jake ran his hands through the water to verify that it was reaching temperature, then let go of Lana's hand to remove his shirt. Lana watched in awe as the tight fabric was teased away from his body and tossed on the floor. Lana reached down to remove her shirt, but Jake stopped her.

"Allow me," he said softly, pulling her lacy little tank off of her and discarding it to the ground. He went for the shorts next, which Lana awkwardly stepped out of. Finally came his sweatpants, which he took off to reveal the lack of boxers underneath. His cock popped out, almost fully erect.

Next, he guided her into the tub, which Lana gingerly stepped in. The texture at the bottom of the tub gave her some extra stability as she entered the tub, eagerly followed by Jake. He wasted no time. Before she could even turn around to look at him, Jake took ahold of both of her arms in one hand, pinning them behind her back and bending her forward. With his other hand, he grabbed a fistful of hair at her scalp, gently pushing her face against the wall. In this position, he raised his cock into her pussy and entered her smoothly.

"Jake," Lana protested, but her dripping pussy was already primed and eager to take his fat cock. No teasing or demanding. Jake was insatiably horny. He plowed her mercilessly, groaning and grunting as her pussy gripped the fat shaft of his rod. The water splashed around their legs, erupting in tidal waves as he thrusted into her.

Lana felt his girth separate her walls, almost painfully. She moaned into the echoey walls of her parent's bathroom, feeling his cock pump deeper and deeper and harder and harder while her cheek pressed up against the cold, harsh tile. His pounding sent shockwaves through her thick, curvaceous ass, backed up repeatedly against his pelvis. His testicles swung back and forth, hitting her clit over and over. She was 100% at his whim and unable to do anything but take his cock.

"You look so fucking good taking cock," Jake groaned, pulsing his cock through her. "I bet you looked amazing taking cock in that car, too. Tell me, baby. Who was it? Who else is fucking you?"

Lana didn't reply, lost in the ecstasy of having her pussy rammed. Annoyed, the quarterback slowed his grinding to a stop.

"Wait," Lana blurted. "Please, don't stop fucking me."

"Tell me who else you're fucking," Jake demanded. Lana couldn't help it - his demanding tone turned her on so much, her pussy constricted around his cock even tighter. "Tell me or you won't get any more cock."

"I don't want to... I can't." This was the most mortifying situation Lana could think of. There was no way she was going to tell him. "Please don't make me say it."

Jake pulled his cock out fully. "You sure about that?"

The departure overwhelmed Lana with dissatisfaction and an emptiness between her legs. She attempted to lean further back onto his cock, shaking her ass for the man behind her. "Please fuck me," she begged pathetically, desperate for him. "Please keep fucking me."

Jake, hand still in her hair, jerked her head backwards and forced back. She was now standing upright, with her ass pressed against his hard cock, threatening to swallow it whole. "Tell me who else has been in this pussy today." He slapped his penis across the fat of her ass. A little tremor shook through it.

Lana paused, uncertain.

He leaned forward, kissing her neck, hand still gripping her hair. With his free hand, he grabbed her left tit, playing with the nipple. "Why keep it from me? I just want to know who I'm competing with. I'm not mad."

"Damien..." Lana finally confessed, nervousness spreading across her body. "I fucked Damien in his car. I left cheer practice to fuck him. I rode his cock while you all came out of practice. I watched you come out with your girlfriend when he came inside of me."

For a moment, the two of them were completely still. Only one thing betrayed him: Jake's cock, resting between the cheeks of her ass, stiffened just a little.

Suddenly, Jake's hand was back on his cock, guiding it through Lana's labia and back into her pussy with renewed vigor. Lana gasped. Jake was so tall, he was nearly carrying her upright in the tub while he pounded her now. He filled her repeatedly, crazed by Lana's confession.

"Damien, huh?" Jake's voice was almost a laugh. "I didn't know he was like that. You like that kind of guy? Quiet, artsy types, huh?"

"No," Lana lied. She liked Damien, but there was something about the way Jake invoked jealousy that was just a little different.

"Liar," he called her out instantly. "Everyone on the football team heard you moaning and screaming on his cock, you know. But nobody knew it was you. Do you want me to tell everyone?"

"No!" Lana panicked.

"Then you'll keep taking my cock whenever I want you to." Jake was giving her terms while she moaned, hardly able to coherently comprehend him. "From now on, when I want you, you'll be here to take me."

"Yes baby," Lana obliged. At the moment, she was willing to do anything he wanted, as long as he'd keep fucking her. "I'll take your cock whenever you want."

"Good girl."

Just then, a vibration rang through the bathroom. Lana froze, but without skipping a beat, Jake leaned over and grabbed his cellphone from the nearby countertop. He showed the screen to her: an incoming call from Sabrina.

Lana gasped, but then immediately stifled all sounds from herself. Sabrina was calling. Sabrina was calling Jake, her rightful boyfriend, who was plowing her for the second night in a row. The thrill and shame of it turned her on, slickening and tightening her pussy. To her shock, Jake answered it, his dick still filling her up with its hardness.

"Hi babe," Jake greeted her, surprisingly natural. If Lana wasn't being pierced by him at that very moment, she would have no idea what was going on. "What's up?"

"Jakey," Sabrina responded. Jake put her on speakerphone. "What are you doing? I miss you!"

"I'm just in the hot tub," he replied, technically not a lie. "Are you done with dinner?"

"Ugh, yes." You could hear Sabrina's eyes rolling from the other end. "So annoying, I hate when my cousins are in town. But I'm free the rest of tonight, if you wanted to do something."

At no point did the quarterback ever slow his pace, continually driving his cock into Lana's wet hole while she stifled back her screams and moans. The guilt only served to exacerbate her pleasure. Sabrina's obliviousness was turning her on, and it was clearly turning Jake on too.

"I'm hanging out with the guys right now," Jake fibbed. "But I can come meet you after."

"After?" The cheerleader whined. "It's already so late! It's now or never."

"Then I guess I'll see you tomorrow, babe."

"Jake!" Sabrina protested. "I wanna see you tonight!"

Lana couldn't hold back. She huffed in an attempt to remain quiet, but the pile driving from Jake's dick was coming to a climax. Her orgasm swelled up inside of her, threatening to overflow and burst from her pussy. She didn't want Jake to talk to Sabrina. She wanted him to talk to her. A moan quietly slipped through her lips, then a louder one. She breathed out: "I'm going to cum, Jake."

"Where are you?" Sabrina puzzled. Lana's heart raced. "Who are you with?"

"My friends, babe." Jake reassured her. He pounded Lana's cunt even harder, intending to bring Lana to an orgasm right then and there..

"And their girlfriends? I heard a girl's voice."

Lana panicked, but it was too late. Jake's cock was bringing her to orgasm. The first ripple of pleasure came and constricted her pussy, then the next, and then the next. She spasmed, unable to hold back her noisy moans while she tremored, cumming all over a taken man's cock. Jake reached his one free hand to cover Lana's mouth, but he was right there with her. A subtle groan escaped his lips as he came inside of her, pumping wave after wave of cum while she trembled, letting themselves cum together in the bathtub.

"No babe," he grunted, consoling Sabrina as he emptied himself inside of Lana. "It's just a video. We're just hanging out, having a guy's night. I'll just see you tomorrow, okay?"

There was a pause on the other line, and for a moment the two of them were certain that they had been busted. But then Sabrina whined innocently: "But I wanna see you tonight!"

"I promise tomorrow I'll take you to that cute cafe that opened up," Jake replied smoothly, still sending ropes of cum through the other girl in front of him. Lana shivered, another sensual moan escaping her lips. "And we'll hit the beach and spend all day together. I wanna see your fat ass in that new little bikini, babe."

"Okay," Sabrina conceded, happy with the ultimatum. A sliver of suspicion glimmered through her voice. "I'll talk to you tomorrow, then. Have a good rest of your night, handsome."

"I will." Click.

Jake pulled his cock out of Lana's pussy and an outpour of cum spilled out from her sensitive hole, gushing down her inner thighs in fat globs and into the now-lukewarm tub water. Lana didn't know how to feel. Jake had just gotten off the phone with his actual girlfriend, her womb full of his spunk. She felt ashamed, exhilarated.

"You're a surprisingly good actor," Lana commented after a brief silence.

Jake scoffed. "You're not," he said. "You almost got me in trouble."

"But you didn't get in trouble. You didn't get caught! That's the difference between you and me. Apparently, I get caught."

Jake took a towel and began to wipe Lana down, surprising her again despite having done the same yesterday. "Yeah," he replied. "But now I'm stuck all day with her tomorrow."

"I thought you loved her."

Another scoff from Jake. "Yeah, sure. I mean, sure, I don't mind her. But she's not what I want. She's just fulfilling the vision I had for high school, and she's not part of the vision I have for college, I'll tell you that. You, though." Jake smacked her ass again. "Now, you're a vision I like to see."

Lana was flattered, but conflicted. She didn't hate Sabrina, nor did she really have any strong feelings towards her at all. But it was coming to a point where Lana needed to accept her blossoming crush on the quarterback. It was hard not to. On the outside, Jake was perfect: intelligent, handsome, tall, built like a Greek god with a massive schlong. He was even romantic, gentlemanly, especially as he cleaned her up gently without needing to be asked. But she knew he was evil by how willing he was to cheat on his girlfriend, no matter how superficial the relationship was to him.

"You hardly know me," she replied.

"Yeah, true," he conceded. "But I'd like to get to know you."

The two gathered their things and carried them back to Lana's bedroom. Watching him do everything, even the little things - walk, pick things up, wipe things down - everything he did was tantalizing to her. His muscles moved with such ease and grace despite his broad figure. He truly was physically perfect

After getting dressed, he surprised her by laying down in her bed and beckoning her towards him. Lana crawled in after him, cradling herself in his thick arms and resting her head on his shirtless chest. The nooks and crannies of his arms and chest fit her perfectly, like they were built for each other. Lana blushed, feeling his heartbeat on her skin. She couldn't believe what was happening.

"Don't you get lonely here?" He commented, looking around the room. It was vast, but since it was newly moved into, it was largely empty. A few pictures of her old friends and other memorabilia hung around the walls and on the nightstand. A dresser sat in the corner, and a desk stood next to it. But other than that, her room was mostly empty.

"Mm, yeah. I do, actually." Lana's gaze followed Jake's eyes as he peered around the room. "But I'm used to it. My parents have been researchers since I was a kid, and they've always been at whatever beaches doing whatever important work."

"What kind of work do they do?"

Lana was a little surprised at his interest. "Well, they're oceanographers. They study currents and climate change and stuff. So they're usually off on a ship."

"Impressive, sounds like the life. How will you ever live up to them?" He teased her.

Lana giggled. "You know, they're considering taking a job at UCLA as professors instead. They said something about being tired of being at sea all the time, finally, after almost twenty years. Since you're D1-bound, you might run into them."

"Oh, yeah?" Jake's smile was authentic, melting the poor girl's heart. "Good to know. Maybe I'll take their class just to meet them. They sound like cool people. They have to be, if they made you."

The two bantered back and forth for what felt like hours. He was full of surprises - Jake was funny, affectionate, attentive and a shockingly good conversationalist. Lana couldn't help but wonder if he was like this with Sabrina. Was he really just a caring boyfriend? Or had Sabrina just worn dry, and he was looking for his next prey?

"You're bad news," Lana said, finally closing her eyes as midnight descended. She was exhausted from the long day.

"Nobody's ever said that about me," he responded, kissing her forehead. He rubbed her temples with his thumb.

"You've never met anybody like me." Lana yawned, burying her face deeper into his chest. "I see right through you."

Jake wrapped his other arm around her, facing her. He rested his chin on the top of her head and closed his eyes. "Yeah, maybe so."