A Party at the Lake

The Cheerleaders: A Party at the Lake

Writing as Lynette Redd

It was late afternoon. They were back at the lake, and they were bored. No football games today, no drive-in tonight, and they would all eventually end up at the soda shop. But for now, it was the usual hangout at the lake.

"We can play spin the bottle," someone offered.

"Meh, that's kind of lame."

"What do you want to do then?"

Stacy fished in her bag.

"Here, I got these off the kitchen counter. My mom had some friends over last night."

"What are they?"

"Um... Let's see."

"Uno," someone joked.

"Uno? What have you got against Uno, man? We used to play Uno all the time. I loved Uno. Let's play Uno."

"Guys," Stacy said, shuffling through the red and black and gold cards. "I don't think these are Uno."

She frowned. She fanned the cards. Most were red. Some were black. Only a few were gold. On the back was the script, Fear Factor.

"Let's see," Claudia said, grabbed a card, flipped it over.

KISS A GIRL.

"Oh," she said. "It's like truth or dare."

"All right," P. J. said. "Go for it."

"Yeah," Adonis said. "Gotta do what's on the card."

Claudia looked at Stacy. Stacy looked at Claudia. Claudia leaned over and pecked the other girl on the lips.

"Oh man," P. J. said. "That was the most lame-ass kiss I've ever seen."

"Okay," Stacy said. "Then you pick a card."

"Fine," P. J. said.

He drew a red card.

DRAW ANOTHER CARD

"That's kind of lame," he said.

But he played along; drew another red card.

KISS A GIRL

"Yes!" he said.

He grabbed Stacy, pulled her close. Their lips met. Then their tongues. Ten, fifteen, twenty seconds. They parted slowly. Stacy laughed, fanned herself.

"That, my friend," P. J. said, "is how this game should be played."

"Here," Stacy said. "Draw another."

"Wait," P. J. said. "We got to do this in order."

Stacy offered the fanned deck to Jeannie, the new girl.

"Draw a red one," she said.

Jeannie drew a red card.

DRAW A BLACK CARD

Jeannie shrugged, selected a black card, looked at it, and blushed.

"What does it say?" Claudia asked.

"Come on," Patty said. She'd been quiet up to this point.

"I can't," Jeannie said.

"Show us."

"Yeah, show us."

She turned the card around.

FLASH YOUR PUSSY

The guys hooted. The girls hooted. Jeannie blushed a deeper shade of crimson.

Now the group was cheering, chanting, "Do it, do it, do it."

Jeannie was laughing, in spite of her burning cheeks. She flipped up her skirt, hooked a finger in her shorts, and flashed a vertical smile.

The crowd roared, applause filled the van.

They were all laughing now, getting into the game.

"Bruiser, you're up next."

Stacy fanned out the cards.

"Pick a red one."

Bruce Janger picked up a card:

STREAK TO THE END OF THE STREET

"Dang," he said. "We're at the lake. The end of this road is like a mile away."

Adonis slapped him on the back.

"Better get going then."

"Can I at least keep my shoes?"

A moment later, the van doors burst open and a naked Bruce Janger leapt to the street, running for all he was worth. Hoots, laughs, and jeers followed him down the road.

"Fucking idiot," Adonis laughed. "I can't believe he actually did that."

But now it was Adonis's turn to draw.

"Spank a guy's ass--Damn it."

Meatwhistle got on his hands and knees, squeezed his eyes tightly shut.

"Go ahead, bro. I'll take a hit for the team."

More cheers, especially from the girls.

Slap.

More cards were drawn, more challenges, more laughter: show your tits, grope the person next to you, kiss a girl. That card seemed to be popular.

The doors to the van flew open and a red-faced and huffing Bruce Janger climbed back inside.

Adonis checked his watch.

"Dude, that was like record time. If you could run like that on the field, we'd never lose a game."

Claudia looked at him.

"Are you sure you ran the whole way?"

Bruce made an X motion across his chest, gasped for breath, pointed at the cooler.

Jonathan Mills, who had been sitting quietly on the cooler, shifted, fished out a bottle of Gatorade.

"What'd I miss?" Bruce gasped.

"Ah," said Adonis. "The real reason the man runs."

"I know what makes him run," Claudia said.

Everyone laughed at this.

Bruce started to drag on his jeans.

"Wait," Claudia said. "It's not your turn."

"What?"

"The card didn't say get dressed," Claudia laughed. "I'm not through looking at you."

"I'm through looking at his naked ass, though," Adonis said. "And I'm the one he's sitting next to."

Bruce got the joke, finally got dressed.

"All right, whose turn is it? Rainbow? Jonathan? Brandy Jo? None of you have had a turn." Stacy fanned out the deck. "Mom-to-be?"

Rainbow looked at her card:

DRAW A BLACK CARD

She drew a black card.

DRAW A GOLD CARD

She shrugged, selected one of the rare gold-colored cards, looked at it, frowned, puzzled.

"What's it say?"

"Get bucked."

"Let me see."

Claudia took the card, laughed.

"It says get bukkaked."

Patty was looking at the card.

"Buck. Ak. B-U-K-A-K."

She shrugged.

"Boo-kai-ke," Jonathan explained, pronouncing the word. "It's Japanese for heavy splash."

"Eww, gross," Jeannie said.

"Why is that so gross?" Claudia said. "It's not like you've never had jizz on your face before."

"Well, I mean, it's like it's a lot of jizz."

"Technically," Jonathan said, "I think it has to be at least four guys for the four cardinal points of the compass, you know, feng shui, all that shit."

Everyone looked at him. Leave it to Jonathan to turn this into an academic exercise.

He shrugged.

"Otherwise, it's just a facial."

He held up his phone.

"Wikipedia, the authority on anything worth knowing."

"Eww, who does that?" Patty asked.

"Pretty much the rage in Japan," Jonathan said. "And apparently here too."

Everyone looked at Stacy. She had gone white in the face.

"Where did you get these cards?" Claudia asked. A smile spreading across her own face.

"Eww, I don't even want to think about that," Stacy said.

"I don't know," Adonis said. "Your mom is--"

"No!" Stacy put her fingers in her ears. "La la la la, I am not listening to you. I do not want to think about my mom."

"Duh, everybody knows that Stacy's mom has got it going on," Claudia said.

"No!" Stacy said. "Fuck you for putting that thought in my head, and fuck you, and fuck you, and fuck you."

She pointed to Bruce and to Adonis.

"Hey, don't hate on me," Adonis said. "All I'm saying is that it's obvious where you get your fantastic looks."

"And fuck you too." Stacy pointed at Jonathan.

"Hey, what'd I do?"

"Because you were in that video spanking your monkey when my mom got out of the pool."

"That wasn't me! That was a Shane Haboucha."

"Who is that?"

"The kid in the video."

"Yeah, well, maybe, but you wanted it to be you," Stacy countered.

"Well, like Adonis said, your mom is kinda hot."

"See? I'm surrounded by a bunch of pervs."

"Speaking of pervs," Claudia said, "we still got a Fear Factor challenge."

All eyes turned to Rainbow. She was trying to look as small as she could, given her condition.

"Yeah, hey guys, I mean, I kind of got to draw the line here."

"Maybe she could pick a different card?" Patty said. "We got to keep the game going."

Stacy shuffled through the remaining gold cards.

"Eww. What is ahegao?" she asked. She looked at a couple more.

"I think they only get worse," she laughed.

She showed a card to Claudia. She began to laugh. Showed the others.

SUCK A YARD OF COCK

Everyone laughed, except Jonathan. He was busy on the calculator.

"If the average penis length is six inches, that means you'd have to suck six and a half dicks."

"How do you suck half a dick?" Patty asked.

Adonis pointed at P. J.

Everyone laughed.

"That's more than the bukkake thing," Rainbow said. She was holding up seven fingers.

"Technically," Jonathan said.

Claudia counted the cheerleaders.

"That one just sounds like a normal incentive for a playoff game," she said.

Everyone was quiet for a moment. Then everyone broke out in riotous laughter.

"I can't believe your mom had these."

"La la la, I am not listening to you. My mom didn't have these," she said. "One of the guys must have left them there last night."

This caused even more raised eyebrows.

"That's not what I meant," she said. "I hate all of you."

Patty picked up the deck. Drew another of the gold cards.

GET A GOLDEN SHOWER

That drew another collective, "Eww!"

Rainbow was still holding her gold card.

"Sorry, guys," she said. "I can't do it."

Brandy Jo plucked the card from her fingers.

"I'll do it," she said.

Everyone grew quiet.

"What?" she said innocently. "It's just a little cum. The Romans used to think it was good for your complexion. I don't want to get pimples and all."

"I think Mills just told you that to get you to blow him," Claudia said.

Brandy looked at Jonathan. Narrowed her eyes.

He shrugged.

"I think I really did read that someplace," he said in his own defense.

"Anyway," Brandy said, "it'll make a good story for my grandkids someday."

Again, the van grew quiet.

"Um... yeah," Claudia said.

But it was decided. The guys were all in. Of course they were. The cheerleaders were all in. One for all, all that shit.

"I think we need to be outside for this," Jonathan said.

And they piled out behind the van and made a circle, Brandy Jo Woods in the center. She knelt on the grass.

Then they discovered the awkward part. No one really knew how to begin.

"Oh, for Pete's sake," Brandy said. "I'm not sure why everyone wants to get all shy on me now."

She picked a zipper at random, freed a cock. Adonis Smith. He was the only one out of the group who was uncut. She worked back the foreskin, wrapped her lips around his head, stroked him to life.

"Wait," she said.

She stopped mid-stroke, shimmied out of her top, unfastened her bra and pitched it aside as well.

"I don't want to get these all messy."

Then she was back on her knees, had Adonis's cock back in her mouth, a few more strokes, then stopped.

"Um, am I supposed to be doing all this by myself? Or is this like a team effort?"

The girls took the hint. Cocks were freed. Cocks were stroked. Someone giggled.

"I see why guys like doing this so much," Rainbow said. "It is kind of fun."

"Depends on what you're thinking about," Patty said.

"I jerk off thinking about Stacy's mom," P. J. said.

"That is so uncool," Stacy said.

But she found she didn't care at the moment. She had Jonathan Mills' mammoth cock in her hand, stroking slowly up and down its length.

And suddenly the thought was back like a boomerang: her mom, either stroking some guy's dick, or worse, kneeling in the center of a group of horny football players, waiting to receive a facefull of cum.

Ah! No!

She forced that thought from her mind again, grabbed Jonathan's hand and put it over her crotch as a distraction. His mind may not have been working in that moment, but his fingers took the hint. They worked their way inside her shorts, past her panties, found the slick wet prize at the center.

Stacy gasped as two fingers slid inside her, banishing all thoughts that her mother might have been doing the same thing twenty-four hours ago. They withdrew, plunged deeper. She moaned. Her hand continued to work in slow rhythmic strokes.

Brandy had switched cocks. Claudia had tagged her out, taking over Adonis's manhood and leaving Brandy free to move to the Bruiser. Jeannie's hand shifted to his balls as Brandy closed her mouth over the head, working her way down the shaft.

Behind her, the other girls were tugging cock furiously.

"Oh yes!"

Adonis fired a shot across her bow. It missed Brandy altogether, almost hit P. J. He couldn't dodge for fear of knocking Rainbow over.

"Careful, dude! You almost got me."

"Claudia's aim was off," Adonis said in his own defense.

"Hey, it's not like I get a lot of practice jacking off," Claudia said.

"We can't waste the other four rounds," Jonathan said dreamily. "It takes four to be real bukkake. Otherwise, we're just going to have to do it again."

Stacy agreed, her voice seeming to come from far, far away. She had her head on Jonathan's shoulder as she worked at his cock in sync with the fingers working inside her pussy. She would be perfectly fine with a do-over at this point.

"Oh, oh guys, I'm gonna cum."

Bruiser's hips rocked forward. Jeannie aimed his cock just right, and a stream of sticky jizz hit Brandy, chin to forehead.

Watching the action caused his own dick to spasm, and Meatwhistle fired his load against Brandy's cheek. It made a pearly trail down her neck and chest. It was a good thing she had removed her uniform.

Patty laughed delightedly. She had to admit this game had turned out to be a lot more fun than she had first thought.

To her left, Stacy Charm was stroking at Jonathan's straining dick, her face buried against his shoulder, his fingers buried in her. She was moaning softly.

"I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. Make me cum," she whispered.

Patty was now more than a little turned on. She let go of Meatwhistle, slipped a hand underneath her own skirt, slipped a finger inside herself.

"Are you ready?" Rainbow asked.

P. J. nodded, tried to say yes, but all he could do was cum. He splashed Brandy's tongue, her eye, her forehead.

"Bullseye!" Rainbow cried delightedly.

Brandy laughed as well, clamped one eye shut.

"It's down to you, Jonathan. Don't let us down."

"Rah, rah, rah!"

The other girls took up the chant, except for Stacy Charm.

She was rocking back and forth, mewling, coming into Jonathan Mills's hand.

"Jon-a-THAN. Jon-a-THAN."

Stacy's rhythm had fallen away. She sagged against him. Her hand fell away.

Suddenly Rainbow's mouth was nodding over the head of his prick. Then Claudia's.

"Come on, big guy," Claudia coaxed, her fingers rolling his balls in little circles. "The team's depending on you."

"Hey guys," Brandy said, "I think I've gone blind."

Rainbow kissed Jonathan.

"No pressure," she whispered in his ear. "The goal is in sight. You've got the ball."

Claudia had a rhythm now. A real team effort.

"Just relax," Rainbow said. "Let it happen."

Claudia spit on his dick, took careful aim.

The cheer was deafening. Jonathan had come through for the team. Come for the team.

"Whoa, dude, you're a freaking porn star," Adonis said.

"Biggest load ever!" P. J. shouted.

Brandy was drenched. Cum on her cheeks. Cum on her forehead. Cum drying in her hair.

Everyone was clapping. Brandy had pulled off the challenge with all of the Aloha College spirit.

"I'll get a wipe," someone said.

But Brandy threw her arms around the star of the day.

"Give me a kiss," she said.

"Ewww!" came a collective cry.

Jonathan backed away.

"Uh, uh, yeah, I would, but I'm gluten intolerant."

"There's no gluten in jizz, dude." Bruiser said helpfully.

Brandy stuck out her lip, pouted, accidentally got more cum on it. She spit.

"Now this is nasty," she said. "I gotta get this off."

"You should see yourself," Adonis said, laughing.

"I can't see anything right now. I think I'm going blind."

"Hold on, I'll get a picture for posterity. Something to show your grandkids."

"Eww," Jeannie said. "Now that is nasty. Nobody wants to see their grandmother covered in jizz. That's worse than thinking about Stacy's mom."

Stacy frowned. Ugg. She didn't want to think of her mom like this either.

But someone found a cell phone, snapped a picture--for posterity's sake.

"Here, I gotta get this stuff offa me."

P. J. rummaged around in the console, then in the glove box.

"Dude, I had some baby wipes, but I don't know where they are."

Everyone looked around the back. Nothing.

"Here," Adonis said, helpfully offering his boxers.

Claudia passed them across, then began to scream, flung them across the van.

"What the fuck?"

She was pointing, still screaming. Now everyone was looking at the brown streak in the back of the boxers.

"Now that is nasty," someone said.

"Here," Claudia said.

She slipped off her own panties, handed them to Brandy.

"This is a thong. I can't wipe my face off with a string of butt floss."

"Here," Bruce said.

He stripped off his T-shirt. It still smelled like sweat where he had put it on after his dash to the corner, but it was the least offensive option.

"I think I'm going blind," Brandy said.

***

They were up early the next morning. Cheer practice. They'd gotten in late from the lake, so everyone had stayed at Stacy's. They were passing around Cheerios, milk; attacked a box of Pop-Tarts.

Rainbow always craved Pop-Tarts. Especially blueberry. Everyone kept a stash at their houses.

Stacy's mom, Rachel, came down for coffee. She was still in her bathrobe; she had stuck the rat tail of a comb in her hair to pin it up.

Stacy looked at her. She had to admit, Adonis was right. Even without makeup her mom was pretty hot.

But then she thought of Brandy, of the bukkake party from the evening before. And she looked at her mom.

She pushed away the bowl of Cheerios.

Rachel Charm picked up a Pop-Tart from the scattered wrappers on the counter. Bit off the corner.

"You girls are quiet this morning."

"Stayed out late," Stacy explained. "Went to the lake, then to the soda shop."

"We got practice this morning," Claudia said. "Otherwise, we would have slept in."

"Yes," Rachel said. "I would sleep in myself, but I need to run into the office and get a little paperwork done before the weekend really gets going."

She rummaged around on the counter.

"Has anybody seen a deck of cards?"

Claudia cut her eyes at Brandy, who in turn looked at Stacy.

"We've got a group from the church meeting at Sally's Tea Room this afternoon. I thought I would take them."

Now all the girls stifled a giggle, all except Stacy. She looked completely horrified at the thought of bukkake at Sally's Tea Room.

"Oh," She said. "Yeah, I think I picked those up."

She fished in her bag a moment.

"Oh, good."

Mrs. Charm fanned the deck out face down, immediately removed the black and the gold cards.

"These are the ones you don't want to see," she said. "NSFW."

She found the box lying under the counter, slipped the face-down cards inside.

"Oh yeah, there's the rules. It's an adult party game, but if you play with just the red cards, it's an icebreaker, pretty harmless."

Out of her sight, Patty and Rainbow stifled laughter. Made jerking-off motions toward Brandy. She, in turn, glared at Stacy.

"Oh," Stacy said to her mom. "I'm glad you told us about the rules on the box. That could have been embarrassing."

"Um," Brandy said. "Ms. Charm, can I ask you something?"

"Of course," Rachel said.

"It's kind of personal," she said. "Kind of girl-personal."

"You can ask me anything, baby."

"Um, can you go blind from getting cum in your eyes?"