Page 68 of Bad for Me

If anything, now that I had gotten a bit better at the shouting, the memorizing, and the jumps; I didn’t exist any longer. The only time she gave me attention was when she was doling out discipline. And I had really liked those.

Couldn’t she see I wasn’t like the rest of them? Didn’t she sense how our bodies reacted to one another, the way her breathing was heavier…her eyes fixed? She was in denial, and I needed to shake her resolve until she realized the chemistry…the force between us.

And I had a plan.

It came to me early in the morning, as most of my brilliant ideas did. I was hungover, fuzzy, and as I opened my eyes, my center throbbed. My clit absolutely erect, and I squeezed my thighs together, savoring the moment.

I thought about the hunger in her eyes each time she looked at me there. She wanted me, she just denied herself because she was caught inside of a net of illusions, something likely created by her family…her friends and peers.

Some are taught that God is all light. God is the guiding beacon for each breath you take. To serve Him, to do things in his likeness.

I knew this town’s celebrity was Pastor Dean, if not right up there with the University President. I read the local paper; I knew how things worked in small towns. The ones in power are usually the ones in church.

Ava and I were both fucked up. She wanted me to watch her that night, and that’s exactly the shit that turned me on, too. Meeting up with a stranger for sex in a chat room…those kinds of things. That was her weakness.

And now I’d call her on her bluff.

I really didn’t like the green and yellow uniform that we were supposed to wear, and it was the Saturday before the big game, so this was our final rehearsal. Coach would be furious if I didn’t show up to practice in my uniform.

I slipped on my white and black athletic skirt with stripes on the side, nothing underneath… just a white sports bra on top.

I threw my Panther’s hoodie on and grabbed my bag, slinging it over my shoulder and grabbing my discman and headphones. Today’s practice would be exciting, and I could feel the blood rush to my hands and feet as I walked. I felt a little giddy and smiled to myself.

As I walked, my thighs rubbed together, creating a friction at my apex that was already making me wet with every movement. I stopped at the large intersection, waiting for the walk symbol to show.

As I neared the school, butterflies filled my belly, and it was hard to keep the grin off my face. I amused myself and as soon as I saw her face; she knew it too.

“Have a seat, Mary.”

I could have sworn I heard a quiver in her voice, but I pushed it away, not letting my imagination take over for me.

“Alright, Rebecca, show me the routine…solo. Go.” Two quick tugs on her whistle and she’s up and running toward the middle of the gym. I rolled my eyes, but smiled. It was comical how controlled these cheerleaders were. So eager to please.

Coach Kelly’s face was fixed on Rebecca roiling through the motions, quickly but accurately. She still held the whistle between her lips, the fullness of the bottom lip curling down in how makes you think of sex.

I shifted on the hard bleachers, parting my legs enough so that Ava could see me. I knew the routine now, and she had praised me for it.

It still shocked me the way her compliments curled inside of me like a plume of smoke and filled me in ways I never thought possible. I had gone home that night and feverishly masturbated to the thoughts of her saying, “You did so well today, Mary.”

As I was lost in a daydream of orgasming so hard my head lifted off the pillow, I heard Coach Kelly grind out my name, and not in a good way.

“Yes, Coach.”

I stood from the bleachers, and as she approached me, I realized she was angry. At first, I acted confused, but relished the feeling of adrenaline spiking through my veins. My cheeks were flushed; my eyes cast down, the anticipation of what she’d say next had me in a chokehold.

“Whatare you doing, Ms. Jones? You think this is the place to be flashing your pussy around like it’s a goddamned buffet?”

Her words were a low whisper, bordering on a growl, and sparks of flames skittered deep between my legs, through my hips—almost making me jolt after the wordpussy. I nearly came right then, but I found my voice, “I—I'm sorry…”

“Practice is over! See everyone at the game.” And just like that, she was storming off to the athletic office with her clipboard tucked under her bare arm, hips swaying.

I watched her go, savoring the jiggle and curve of her perfect cheeks. My lips tingled, and I wanted nothing more than to bite those cheeks and be reprimanded after.

She’s thinking of my pussy like a buffet…

I grinned.

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