A Cheerleader's Revelation Ch. 02

The following story is a complete work of fiction. Any similarity to people living or dead is a complete coincidence. Al characters in the story are eighteen years old of older. Any character involved in any sexual situation is eighteen or older at the time of said activity.

My stories rend to focus on the characters and their stories. These are not meant to be quick "jerk off" stories. If this kind of story interests you, please enjoy. As always, I welcome constructive feed back.

Thanks for reading.

Kim had finally managed to slip into a somewhat fitful sleep. When she woke her head was feeling much better. She looked at her clock. It was three p. m. "Ughh." She groaned as she sat up in bed. Pam Rivers, a member of Kim's cheerleading squad, had her birthday party at six. Not that Kim really felt up to attending, but she didn't have much of a choice. Missing the party of a fellow teammate would mean being distanced further from the group. Kim got up and made her way to the bathroom. She turned on the shower, allowing it to warm up before shedding her clothes. Stepping under the showerhead Kim let the hot water cascade over her naked body. The heat did wonders for the sore, tight, muscles in her neck. She rested her head against the wall and escaped into the relaxing spray of the shower. Suddenly an image popped into Kim's mind. It was an image of Becky Roberts. But it wasn't just any image. It was the picture of Becky playing volleyball in her bikini. Her mind's eye clearly saw Becky's flat stomach and firm ass. She saw the peek of a tan line below her breasts and the nipples that pressed against the fabric. Without realizing it, Kim's hand made its way between her legs and began to gently rub at her shaved mound. She gasped slightly as her fingers parted her dampening lips and found her swollen nub. Images of Becky flashed through Kim's mind like a movie. Her slight smile, her green eyes. She saw the way she brushed her hair back exposing her neck. Kim felt pressure building deep in her groin. Heat spread throughout her body and before she knew it Kim was shuttering in orgasm. She panted as she recovered. The thoughts of Becky were now replaced with something else; shame and confusion.

The party was already in full swing when Kim walked into Pam's house. Loud music thumped and voices were raised well above normal as conversations struggled to be heard. It was more than Kim's head could stand. She placed the small, brightly wrapped box containing a necklace with a silver cheerleading charm on it on the gift table and made her way out the back door onto the patio. The noise was quieter here. Kim made her way around saying hello to people. She found Pam standing near the pool.

"Heyyyy Kimmie! Thanks for coming!" Pam squealed.

"Hey Pam. Happy Birthday." Kim responded hugging Pam.

Kim stood by as Pam returned to her conversation with the group.

After a while Kim began to get thirsty. She made her way back into the din of the house in search of something to drink. She had just filled her glass when Kim looked up and noticed Hank walk through the door. Hanging on his arm was Debbie Sill. Kim stared in disbelief. A dozen thoughts entered her mind. How long had they been together? Had she been part of the reason Hank had dumped her? Debbie looked across the room and saw Kim looking at them. Grinning, Debbie reached up and pulled Hank down into a kiss. The sheer brazenness of it was more than Kim could take. Turning, she bolted out the backdoor. Kim fought to keep her emotions in check. She needed somewhere she could breakdown without being a spectacle. Kim made her way past the masses of teenagers. There was a shed near the back fence with bushes growing around the sides of it. Kim ducked behind it. There, hidden in the darkness, she lost it. The tears flowed freely. It wasn't just the fact that Hank had showed up with another girl. The fact was, losing Hank really hadn't hurt her all that much. It was the fact that Debbie Sill had actually seemed to enjoy rubbing it in Kim's face. It was as if Debbie's actions had confirmed what Kim had felt for quite a while; she was an outsider. The friendships in her circle were all shallow and meaningless. It was no great revelation. Nevertheless, seeing it confirmed was a gut punch.

After several minutes Kim finally managed to get herself under control. She was thinking about how best to make a discreet exit when Kim suddenly became aware that she was no longer alone. Turning, she was shocked to find Becky Roberts staring back at her from the shadows. At first, Kim thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. Her doubts were wiped away when Becky spoke.

"Hey. Are you, um are you ok?"

"Becky?" Kim asked, still dumbfounded by the girl's presence.

"Yea." Becky responded sheepishly.

"What are you doing here?"

"I saw you run back here. I was worried." Becky responded, the concern evident in her voice.

"No, I mean, what are you doing here, at the party?"

"Oh, that. I kinda live here." Becky responded.

"You LIVE here?" Kim's head was spinning. "Wait, are you, are you Pam's sister?"

"STEP sister." Becky corrected.

Kim stood there letting it all sink in. Pam had never mentioned having a stepsister. Then again, she wasn't surprised. Becky wasn't exactly the kind of person someone like Pam would brag about being related to.

"I um, brought you a drink." Becky said, snapping Kim out of her thoughts.

"Oh, uh thanks."

"No problem. I thought you could probably use it." Becky held the cup out for Kim to take. When Kim didn't reach for it, she started to take it back. "Or not. I guess."

"No!" Kim said, a little more forcefully than she had intended. "I mean, yea, I could use it." She reached out and took the cup from Becky. They stood there staring at each other in the dark for a second.

"Sorry," Kim said finally shaking her head. "I just can't get over the fact that you're here."

"Should I go?" Becky said, disappointment in her eyes.

"No. No, sorry. That's not what I meant. I just.... No. You're good."

"Ok. Wanna sit down?" Becky asked, pointing at a couple of five-gallon buckets.

"Sure. Yea that would be good."

The two girls took seats on their improvised chairs. Becky across from Kim. She was close enough that they could speak quietly but not so close as to make the other girl uncomfortable.

"You're stepsister throws a heck of a party." Kim said, trying to end the awkward silence.

"Yea. I suggested a bonfire but we were worried all the cheerleaders would melt." Becky said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. Seeing the look on Kim's face caused her to instantly regret her words.

"Oh, shit. My bad. I didn't mean you, I meant, damm it. I wasn't trying to offend you."

Becky was startled by the sound of Kim suddenly laughing.

"No, it's cool. I get it trust me. I'm not offended. You're good." Kim rested her hand on Becky's knee in reassurance.

"Thank God. Cause, I mean, you're not like the others." Becky replied, resting her hand on Kim's. Their hands rested on each other perhaps a second too long before they both pulled them back.

"So, um, I'm guessing you hiding back here has something to do with Hank being here with Debbie?"

"Oh. Yea. Basically." Kim said quietly. There was another awkward silence before Becky spoke again.

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I know its none of my business."

Kim stared at the girl. Even in the dim light she could see the look of genuine concern in the her eyes. Kim couldn't understand it. They barely knew each other and yet, Kim somehow felt completely comfortable with Becky.

"No." Kim finally said. "No you're good. Actually, it might feel kinda good talking about it."

Kim began to tell Becky everything. She told her about the date gone wrong with Hank and how cold he had been to her. She told her about how much she had been feeling like an outsider. She even talked about losing her dad. It was as if years of pent-up emotions were just pouring out of her, and all of it to a virtual stranger. The whole time Becky listened quietly.

"Oh my God." Kim finally said. "I'm so sorry. You must think I'm a complete train wreck."

Becky gave her an understanding smile. "Not at all. Trust me, I know how being an outsider feels."

Becky's last statement caused Kim to recoil in guilt.

"Listen, Becky, If I've ever done anything to you I'm so sorry."

"What? Oh my God No! That's not what I meant at all!"

"Are you sure? I mean, I know how our group can be." Kim said, her voice filled with shame.

"Kim," Becky started, reaching out and taking both of the other girl's hands in her own. "You are NOT like the rest of that group of shallow, plastic, bitches." Becky released one of Kim's hands. She cupped Kim's chin lifting it so that the brunette was looking her in the eyes. Kim felt an electric jolt go through her as the soft skin of Becky's hand touched her face.

"Kim Miller you are one of the kindest, sweetest people I've ever known. You're one of the few people that has ever been nice to me. You have no idea how much that has meant to me."

The two girls held each other's stares for what felt like an eternity. In Kim's mind she had never done anything particularly special. All she had ever done was be friendly and treat Becky with respect. No different than how she treated anyone else. She was shocked to learn how much of an effect it had apparently had on a girl many considered an outcast. She had to swallow a huge lump in her throat as she fought back the urge to cry. Overcome by emotion, Kim reached out and took Becky in her arms hugging her. After a few seconds the two separated, but only partially. Both girls' arms remained around the waist of the other. Kim could smell the lavender scented shampoo in Becky's hair and for some reason it was having an intoxicating effect on the cheerleader.

"I'll tell you something else." Becky said, her voice nearly a whisper. "Hank is a complete idiot for dumping the most beautiful girl in school."

Kim had been called beautiful hundreds of times in her life. But this hit different. Maybe it was the way Becky said it or the look in her eyes as she made the compliment. Or perhaps it was just the emotionally charged situation. Regardless, Kim couldn't dodge the warmth she felt.

"You, you think I'm beautiful?" Kim asked weakly.

"Very." Becky said softly.

Kim never saw it coming. Before she knew what was happening, Becky had leaned in and their lips connected. Kim's body tensed at first, completely shocked at what was happening. Then, for some reason unknown to her, Kim leaned into it. Her lips parted, allowing Becky's tongue to enter. She was lost in the softness and warmth of the other girl's mouth. Her hand moved to the back of Becky's head. Kim had kissed a lot of boys, but none of them had made her feel the way she felt now. It was as if every nerve ending in her body was alive. She was aware of everything around her and yet completely lost all at the same time. She could have stayed there forever. But fate intervened.

"What the fuck!" came a loud voice. Separating quickly, Kim looked around trying to find the source. When she finally did, her blood ran cold. There, standing at the end of the shed, was Pam and Debbie.

"Kim?" Debbie yelled "What the actual fuck are you doing?"

Kim tried to speak, but no sound came out. Becky stood there virtually unphased as Kim descended into total panic.

Suddenly Debbie and Pam burst into laughter.

"Holy fucking shit! Our sweet innocent Kimmie is a fucking lezbo. I guess now we know why you couldn't satisfy Hank!"

"Or any of her other boyfriends!" Pam chimed in.

"Fuck you Pam! Leaver her alone!" Becky yelled at her stepsister.

"Aww how sweet. Coming to the defense of your girlfriend like a good little dyke." Pam shot back.

That comment caused Becky to launch herself at Pam. It was hard to see in the dark, but judging by the sound, she landed a solid hit. Debbie screamed and all hell broke loose. Kim took advantage of the situation and made a hasty retreat. She pushed her way through the crowd of people that, alerted by the commotion, were now making their way towards the shed.

Fifteen minutes later Kim burst through the front door of her house. She was glad her mom was working night shift. The last thing she wanted was to have to explain anything. Slamming her bedroom door behind her Kim dove onto her bed and buried her head under her pillow breaking into tears. Her life was ruined. There was no way this wouldn't be all over school come Monday morning. Hell, most of the people she knew were at the party and would know by tonight. Kim cried until there were no more tears to cry. At some point, stricken by pure emotional exhaustion, Kim fell asleep.

Kim checked her phone out of pure habit when she finally woke up in the morning. There were several text messages. Most of them from girls on the cheer squad. She didn't open any of them. She was pretty sure what most of them said. Then she came across a Facebook Messenger notice. It was from Becky. Kim thought for a minute before finally opening the chat.

"Kim, are you ok?"

"Please answer me."

"I'm so sorry. "

"I really fucked up. I understand if you hate me now."

Kim stared at the messages. The last one really bothered her. True, last night had been a disaster. Kim was now more confused and frightened than she had ever been. The one thing she was certain of was that she didn't hate Becky. She picked up the phone and typed several responses, deleting each one before sending it. Finally, she threw her phone down. Covering her face with a pillow she let out a scream of frustration.

Becky had been watching her phone intently. She was desperate for a response of any kind from Kim. She had spent the entire night kicking herself for the way things had gone. She was angry at herself for ruining her chances with the girl she had come to have a deep crush on. She could forget a relationship. At this point what little bit of a friendship there might have been had been destroyed. Mostly she was angry at herself for putting Kim in this situation. Becky knew all to well how miserable life could be for anyone even suspected on being gay in high school. Now, Becky had potentially ruined Kim's life. There had been a sliver of hope that things would be ok. But when Kim didn't respond to her messages Becky had become certain that Kim hated her. Her heart had leapt when she had seen bubbles pop up in the message indicating that Kim was typing. Becky waited. And waited. And waited. But no response came. When the bubbles disappeared, all together Becky threw down her phone and began to cry.

She had ruined Kim's life and with it, any chances Becky ever had at happiness.

Monday morning came far sooner than Kim wanted. She had spent the rest of the weekend dreading facing the consequences of her actions Saturday night. Becky had messaged Kim a couple more times before finally giving up. Kim didn't answer. It wasn't that she was mad at Becky. Far from it. Afterall, even though Becky had initiated the kiss, Kim certainly had not refused it. It made the whole situation all that much more confusing. It would have been far simpler if she had been repulsed by the tomboyish girl's advance. In a way, she wished she was mad at Becky. It would be far easier to write the whole situation off as the unwanted advances of a girl who had mistaken Kim's friendly demeanor as something it wasn't. But the fact was, she had liked it. The kiss between the two girls had been everything Kim thought a kiss should be but had never experienced in a kiss with any guy. Before Saturday, the thought of being with a girl had never even entered Kim's mind. Now, it was all she could think of. The craziest part of it all was that the girl she couldn't get out of her mind was a girl she barely knew. The whole thing was enough to drive a person crazy.

Kim pulled her car into her spot in the senior parking lot. She shut the car off and let her head fall to the steering wheel. After several minutes, she took a deep breath and yanked at the handle opening her door. Kim made her way through the lot and into school trying desperately to not make eye contact with anyone. Whether they were or not, Kim felt as though everyone was watching her. Making her way into the commons area, Kim walked towards the area where the rest of the cheer squad was gathered. She approached cautiously. When she got within earshot, she could hear one of the girls make a comment about "always knowing she was a dyke.". One of the girls caught sight of Kim and the conversation instantly went silent. She was met by icy stares from the gathered girls. Kim couldn't help but grin slightly when she noticed Pam's swollen, split lip. Becky really had landed a good shot. After a long awkward silence, Debbie Sill spoke up.

"C'mon ladies. We're going to be late."

Despite the fact that there was still ten minutes before the first bell rang, the girls all followed Debbie's lead. Kim was left standing there alone. She wasn't surprised. She had expected something like this. It didn't make it hurt any less.

The rest of the day was simply a matter of survival for Kim. She did all she could to avoid any contact with anyone. She bolted from class to class without lingering in the halls. It was as if the sanctity of the classroom could somehow provide a place of refuge. At lunch, Kim chose to sit outside at the picnic tables rather than inside with the bulk of the student body. When the bell signaling the end of lunch rang, Kim's stomach sank. The end of lunch meant fourth period. Fourth period meant Becky. Kim groaned as she picked up her bag and made her way towards class.

Becky wasn't there. Kim wasn't sure whether to be relieved or disappointed. She watched the door. Waiting. Anticipating. Becky slid in the door just as the tardy bell rang. The two girls' eyes met briefly before Becky looked away. She dropped her bag next to her seat and settled in to her chair. Kim took a deep breath working up the courage to turn around and say something. Just as she was about to, a voice came from the front of the room.

"Books away everyone. Pop quiz."

There was a collective groan from the class. As soon as the quiz was over they rolled right into the next lesson leaving Kim no chance to speak to Becky. The bell rang and there was the familiar noise of students thrusting books into backpacks. Kim was just zipping her bag when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Becky was staring down at her. Her mouth moved a couple times desperately searching for what to say. Her eyes filled with tears as she was finally able to choke out the words "I'm so sorry." She thrust a folded note into Kim's hand. "Please, just read it." she begged before spinning on her heels and bolting for the door. Kim stared at the note for several seconds before shoving it into her bag. She wasn't sure what it said, but she was fairly certain it was something she needed to read in privacy.

Kim managed to navigate her way through the rest of the day. She was never able to shake the feeling that she was the topic of hushed conversations. At least she could take comfort in the fact that no one had called her out out loud. When her last class ended, Kim made her way to towards the locker room for cheer practice. She braced herself for what was to come. She fully expected more dirty looks and probably even some verbal harassment. She was not, however, prepared for what was about to happen.

As Kim entered the locker room and rounded the end of the row of first lockers she came face to face with the entire varsity cheer squad. They all stared at her. Some with discomfort. Some with disdain. Others with pure hate. Debbie Sill did all the speaking.

"You can stop there." she said, her face wearing a sneer.

"What do you want Debbie." Kim shot back at her.

"We've all been talking. We just don't think you embody what a Sanford cheerleader should represent anymore."

"What are you saying?" Kim asked, a knot forming in her stomach.

"What we are saying is, you're out. You're off the team."

"Bullshit. You cant throw me off the team. I'm talking to coach." Kim replied, fighting to maintain her composure.

"Actually," Debbie started, " per the team rules, any member who exabits any.... moral shortcomings..... can be voted off the team by a two-thirds vote."

Kim's eyes shot from girl to girl looking for some kind of support. She found none. Any of the girls who may have disagreed with Debbie certainly weren't going to say it for fear of being ostracized themselves. Kim felt nauseous. She spun on her heels and bolted for the door.

"Awwww, so sorry. Maybe your girlfriend can kiss you and make you better."

Debbie's voice echoed behind her followed by a chorus of laughs.

Kim was able to make it to her car before loosing total control of her emotions. Slamming her door she broke down in tears. How could people be so hateful she wondered to herself. Once Kim had managed to get herself under control she started the car and drove home. She was thankful to have the house to her self again tonight. After a long, hot shower, Kim decided to try and distract herself with homework. Opening her bag, she pulled out her notebook. As she did, the folded piece of paper Becky had handed her fell out on the floor. Kim stared at it for several seconds before bending and picking it up. Turning it over in her hands she saw bold black letters;

"Please don't throw away. PLEASE READ"

Kim pulled at the tab holding the note together. She unfolded the paper tentatively, as if it would disintegrate if she opened it too quickly. Taking a deep breath, Kim began to read.