Title: Hellcats: Season 2, Episode 2: What We Didn't Do Last Night
Codes: FF, MF, inter, oral, anal, cons
Welcome back, everyone. 313 here, with TRL waiting in the wings, as we bring you another co-authored edition of Hellcats: Season 2. Once more, we hope to bring you the very best in television-inspired, erotic cheerleading adventures based upon the dearly departed CW series "Hellcats." By now you SHOULD have read Episode 1, otherwise none of this will make sense and who wants that? We will provide a lovely little wrap-up of what's happened so far, but there's no substitute for reading what's come before. We think it was pretty good and hope those who have read it did too.
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Previously on "Hellcats":
The Hellcats began 2011-12 by desperately looking to rebuild after their disqualification at Nationals last year. Aside from the five new male bases, the Hellcats picked up five new girls: Savannah's sister, MemChrist outcast and new mother Charlotte Monroe; scatter-brained blues aficionado Ariana Valentine; tomboy skater girl Emily Sear; fastidious business student Molly Cratchet; and shy Miranda Summer. Even the Hellcats' coach is green. Britney Allen, who is in her first year as a cheerleading coach, finished her career as a UCLA cheerleader just months earlier. And after meeting with Dean Laverne, she has to get the Hellcats to place at Nationals this year or the squad is finished.
Not a fan of Coach Allen before the first practice even began, new captain Alice turned to her reporter friend Kelsey Curtis to look into the suspicious firing of former Hellcats coach Vanessa. Sensing there was a story, Kelsey agreed to take Alice's tip to her editors, but on the condition that Alice slept with Kelsey, who revealed herself as a lesbian. After some arm-twisting, Alice surrendered herself to Kelsey and had the best sex of her life.
It also changed the way Alice looked at women. Drawn to the gorgeous looks of Miranda, it was Alice's deciding vote that put Miranda on the Hellcats. Finding herself drawn to one of the newest Hellcats, Alice tried to shake her attraction by hooking up with her boyfriend Lewis, only to realize that he couldn't make her come despite his best efforts. Even more damning, Alice was caught in the act by Miranda, each girl feeling a little turned on by the other. In exchange for Miranda's silence, Alice promised her the inexperienced Miranda a spot as a flier at a future event.
Marti, having broken up with her law professor boyfriend Julian, was trying to focus on the season and forget about her half-sister Deirdre lying to her that her biological father Rex was alive. That was thwarted when Marti found out that Deirdre was enrolled at Lancer. Savannah and Charlotte schemed together to get the sisters to reconcile by locking them together Marti and Savannah's bedroom. Their plan worked, but a little too well, as Marti and Deirdre had an incestuous affair on Savannah's bed.
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Hellcats: Season 2, Episode 2: "What We Didn't Do Last Night"
Starring
Aly Michalka as Marti Perkins
Ashley Tisdale as Savannah Monroe
Heather Hemmens as Alice Verdura
AJ Michalka as Deirdre Perkins
Emma Lahana as Charlotte Monroe
Sharon Leal as Vanessa Lodge
With
Emily Osment as Emily Sear
Ariana Grande as Ariana Valentine
Molly Quinn as Molly Cratchit
Miranda Cosgrove as Miranda Summer
And
Hayden Panettiere as Britney Allen
Guest Starring
Holly Elissa Dignard as Kelsey Curtis
Alana Randall as Frankie
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Marti Perkins lay in bed, still enjoying her dreams. She couldn't make out the exact details of what was going on, but her dream self was having sex with another woman. Marti had never even considered the thought of lesbian sex, but in the dream, it was SO good. The mere thought of fucking another girl was making her body tingle in all the right areas and Marti loved every second of it. She was more than content to stay in this Sapphic fantasy her brain had cooked up.
Unfortunately, fate, as it so often did in her life, had other plans for Marti as the knock on the door reminded her.
"Marti, Deirdre, are you awake?" Savannah Monroe's eternally bubbly voice called out through the door.
"Ugh, we are now!" Marti said as she began opening her eyes. It only took a few blinks for Marti to feel the full weight of her surroundings come down on her. She was naked, in Savannah's bed and next to her was her equally nude half-sister, Deirdre. It didn't take a rocket scientist to figure out what all this meant and when Marti quickly put it together, she shrieked in horror.
"Marti, what's wrong?" Savannah asked, sounding concerned for her best friend.
"Sorry, Savannah, there's a really big spider on the wall," Marti lied.
"SPIDER?! WHERE?!" Deirdre panicked as she bolted upright, not even bothering to cover herself with a bed sheet. Marti sprang up, also not bothering with modesty, covering her half-sister's mouth.
"You want me to go in and kill it?" Savannah asked, hoping that the answer was no.
"No, no! I'll just butch up and kill it myself," Marti answered, immediately regretting using the word "butch."
"Okay, if you insist," Savannah said. "So do you want me to unlock the door and let you out? I'm making breakfast today."
"NO!" Marti and Deirdre shouted in unison as they realized they were standing in the middle of the room, stark naked.
"Why not?" Savannah asked, sounding like she was hurt by the rejection.
"We need to clean up," Deirdre said. "The place is a mess. Things got a little physical between us at first."
Marti hid her face behind both her hands. "Why do you have to use double entendres, Deirdre?" Marti thought to herself. "Why?!"
"Okay, just call me when you're ready," Savannah said before walking away from the door.
"Don't ever mention spiders around me again," Deirdre told Marti. "I'm scared to death of those things!"
"Seriously, all you can think about right now are spiders?" Marti said in a hushed whisper, taken aback by how oblivious to situations Deirdre truly was. "Deirdre, we had sex last night! Doesn't that bother you at all?"
"Not really," Deirdre answered honestly, a smile crossing her lips that only flustered Marti more. How could Deirdre not appreciate what a big deal this was? To Marti it was the biggest deal ever!
"Not really? Don't you understand? We're half-sisters," Marti said. "If anybody finds out about this, we would both be in deep trouble. We wouldn't just be social pariahs, we could go to prison for this."
"Prison? I don't think so," Deirdre said, unable to keep from laughing over the sight of her beautiful half-sister working herself into a tizzy over this. "I'm pretty sure there has to be a goat involved somewhere for sex to send you to prison."
"Not funny, Sis," Marti snapped. "Can you listen to me for a minute?"
Deirdre's eyes ran down Marti's body, with her ample breasts that needed no help to stay perky, her thin, athletic figure that still let her maintain a most-juicy looking ass, and a pussy that looked almost as heavenly as it tasted.
"Mmmm... no, not like this. I can only think about kissing you," Deirdre said, reaching up to take Marti by the back of the head and pulling her older sister down for a passionate kiss.
For a moment, Marti melted into that kiss - God, it was so hot and the feel of Deirdre's lips on hers just reminded her over how much she had loved what had happened the night before - but her common sense caused her to pull back.
"No!" she hissed. "No, no more kissing, Deirdre. We can't! It's incest!"
"So? We can't get each other pregnant or anything," Deirdre said, confused, not understanding why Marti was making such a big deal out of this. To her what had happened between them had been beautiful.
Marti frowned at that. It was true - almost every incest law on the books was based upon the fact that siblings procreating led to genetically endangered children, and probably shouldn't apply to lesbian relationships, but that didn't mean it was still socially unacceptable.
"Deirdre," Marti said, trying to keep her tone calm and her voice low - the walls at Baker House might have been thick, but the doors seemed rather thin here in Cheertown. "It's still wrong, and we can't do it again."
"Wait, Marti, don't you love me?" Deirdre asked, her heart sinking a little. "What we did...I...I just wanted to show you how much I truly loved you."
"Deirdre, I do love you, please understand that," Marti began. "I just can't love you as both family and somebody you sleep with. Those two loves are very different from one another, so you and I can no longer afford to look at each other like we did last night."
"No, I won't buy that," Deirdre said. "What we did last night felt so good, Marti. Even you have to admit that. I want to feel it again, Marti. I want to FEEL your love for me."
"We can't, Deirdre," Marti said, her voice cracking with pain. Oh, she had felt the love Deirdre had last night, too. She'd felt it so wonderfully. The more awake Marti got, the more she remembered about the what she and Deirdre had done, and with each passing second, Marti was increasingly convinced that she'd had the best sex of her life last night.
Which made turning down more of the same sex so hard.
"Deirdre, please, please understand - I love you so much. But I can't love you in THAT way. Last night was a mistake."
"A mistake?"
"Sisters don't love like that. It's not natural."
"Felt pretty natural to me," Deirdre said. Marti had to swallow hard at that - she agreed with, Deirdre. What she'd done had happened so naturally, so easily, so perfectly.
"It's still not natural, Deirdre. That's not how family members love each other."
Deirdre knew that Marti had a point. She just didn't want to acknowledge it. She had never felt closer to anyone than she had when she and Marti had made love and she didn't want to lose that
"Well, alright, if you say so," Deirdre relented slightly, unwilling to completely concede though. "I mean, you'll have to forgive me because my family life, even before I met you, was pretty screwed up and doing what we did, well, that was my best way of telling someone I love them. You get what I'm saying, right?"
"Wait, you're not saying you slept with-" Marti started to ask, fear crossing her face.
"With Rex? Hell no," Deirdre said. "First off, lesbian. Remember? Second, ewwwww! Rex and I never did anything like what we did last night, Marti." Deirdre saw her half-sister release a sigh of relief. "But then I didn't love Rex like I love you."
"Aww, jeeze, Deirdre," Marti said, sitting down on her bed. To the older Perkins sister, it was a move of need - her knees were weak, her head was spinning, and despite having slept for several hours last night, this conversation was making Marti tired. To Deirdre, however, sitting down on the bed was practically an invitation.
"Let me show you how much I love you again, Marti," Deirdre said, dropping to her knees in front of her sister, unable to resist wanting to rock the gorgeous girl's world again. "I'll make you cum so hard, you'll never doubt my love for you ever again."
"NO, Deirdre!" Marti said, even as her pussy visibly moistened at the offer. "No, we can't. I love you, Deirdre, and I promise I'll keep saying that and showing you that, but I can't do it through sex. It's wrong, and we can't ever do it again."
"But it's how much I love you."
"I know," Marti said, "but that doesn't make it right. Listen, we had last night. It was wonderful, and I'll never forget it," Marti said - leaving out her worry that she couldn't forget what she and Deirdre did even if she tried. "So hang on to last night, sis. Just hang on to it, and remember that even though we can't EVER do that again, I love you that much. You're my sister - and that means I can't physically prove my love to you, outside of hugs and maybe a kiss on the cheek or something. It can never go further than that, ever again."
"Even though it already did, last night?" Deirdre asked, pleading with her eyes from where she knelt before Marti.
"Even though we already did," Marti said, a tear sneaking out of the corner of her eye.
"But-" Deirdre started.
"Never again, Deirdre," Marti said firmly.
For a long moment, Deirdre said nothing. To Marti, it looked like she was struggling to come to terms with what her sister was saying, but in truth, Deirdre was thinking very different thoughts. She loved Marti, and she saw nothing wrong at all with two sisters engaging in hot lesbian sex to show their love. They couldn't have children together - no two women could - so where was the harm in providing sexual pleasure and relief for each other?
No, the problem was that she was subjected to society's ancient and unreasonable norms. Marti had never even had lesbian sex before last night, Deirdre reasoned, and that meant she didn't know how those societal norms held lesbians back - how they treated the most pure and unselfish of loves like a thing of disgust and ridicule. Marti didn't know how wrong the world was, and she clearly was going to need time to come to terms with that.
So Deirdre would give her that time. Marti had come around every time Deirdre's anti-social ways had driven her away, she'd come around on this too. Deirdre was certain of it. She and Marti WOULD have sex again. Marti just needed time to realize how her life had changed.
"All right, Marti," Deirdre said, reluctantly getting up from her knees. "I hear what you're saying. And I WILL treasure last night. Just, ah, just don't hold it against me if I sleep with other women, ok?"
"Why would I? I know you're a lesbian, Deirdre. I want you to find love and be happy. You're my sister and my family." Marti waved her hands theatrically, not realizing how that shook her breasts in such a way to mesmerize her sister. "Go have sex with all the women you want. I got your back."
"You do?" Deirdre asked.
"Always."
"I've got yours, too, Marti," Deirdre said. "Always."
"Aww, we sound like sisters!" Marti laughed, getting up. "Come here, you!" Marti blushed as she reached in for a hug. Before the embrace could be completed, though, Marti backed away when she felt her heavy chest press up against Deirdre's more modest breasts. "Um, I think we better get dressed."
"That would be a good idea," Deirdre said, not wanting to raise any eyebrows knowing that in all likelihood, the Monroe sisters were waiting for them. Before they finally got out of bed, something popped in Deirdre's head. "Wait, Marti! I just want to ask something. Was I good?"
Once again, Marti put her face in her hand, but this time, she was smiling and trying to hold back her laughter. She had been wondering the same thing. "No, Deirdre, you were great. What about me?"
"You were terrific too, Marti," Deirdre said. "And I think I'd be crazy not to say this, but your body looks stunning."
"Thanks, but don't sell yourself short. You look amazing as well," Marti said. "Come on, we better get dressed now. Savannah and Charlotte could unlock this door without any warning."
Not wanting to take that chance, Deirdre slid out of the bed, exposing her nude body to Marti for the last time. Marti followed suit and let her naked body be shown to Deirdre as she picked up some clothes. The Perkins sisters made no reservations about looking each other up and down one last time before they got dressed. Marti made the first move by putting on her thong followed by her spankies.
"Whoa, wait, are you actually going out there in your cheerleading uniform?" Deirdre asked as she put her black boy shorts back on.
"Of course. I don't want to look like I undressed in front of you," Marti answered, pulling her skirt up her legs. "And don't forget that Charlotte and Savannah moved all my stuff to Charlotte's room to set this ruse up."
"That's smart thinking right there," Deirdre said as she put a leg into her jeans.
"Deirdre, we need to go out there and play it naturally," Marti instructed her sister while she slid her bra back on and grabbing her cheer top. "When we got out there, just follow my lead. And if they ask what we agreed to, let me handle that and agree with me. Got it?"
"Agreed," Deirdre answered while she put on her shirt. "Just one question. Didn't you say last night that that's Savannah's bed we slept in?"
"What?!" Marti panicked. "Oh, shit, she's going to kill me if she finds out we fucked in her bed! Just hang on!"
Marti quickly put her cheer top back on and rushed to the closet and pulled out one of what seemed to be dozens of metal cans. Deirdre looked incredulously into the closet. "How can one girl have so many cans of Fabreeze?"
"Such is the risk of rooming with Savannah Monroe, Deirdre," Marti replied, tossing her sister a can. "Start spraying. I don't want her bed smell of sex and sweat."
Popping the plastic lids off the cans, Marti and Deirdre sprayed nonstop on and around Savannah's bed, trying to ensure any odors were eliminated. Both sisters must half-gone through almost half a can each.
Taking a quick smell, Marti signaled it was clean.
"Alright, so call for the nuns to get us out of the convent," Deirdre joked.
"They're not Catholic, they're Methodists," Marti said. "But we can't get them yet. You wanna help me mess up my bed? I need it to look I slept in my own bed."
"Sounds like fun to me," Deirdre said, wishing once more that she and Marti could mess up this bed like they had Savannah's the night before. She took the blanket out from under the bed and tossed it in front of the headboard while Marti took her bedspread and turned it over. After leaving the bed in its usual messy state, Marti put the Fabreeze cans back in the closet and faced her sister.
"You ready to face them?" Marti asked her younger sister.
"Before we do," Deirdre said, holding up a hand. "I know what you said, how we can never again be together like we were last night, and I get it - I understand," she lied. "But before we leave this room and never speak of it again, can I get one last kiss? One kiss like we had last night?"
Marti blinked. She hadn't been expecting this, and she wasn't sure how to respond. On the one hand, it might give Deirdre the wrong message - that Marti approved of what they did last night, no matter how deliciously pleasurable it had been. But on the other hand, it was sorta Deirdre's last request, and really, part of Marti wanted to feel Deirdre's lips upon her own one more time, too.
"Okay," Marti relented. "Just one kiss."
"Thanks," Deirdre said. The two Perkins sisters embraced in a hug, and one last time, their lips came together. Softly, sweetly, they kissed, holding each other tight. Deirdre melted into the kiss at once, her body almost going limp in Marti's arms. The older Perkins tried to hold out, but she, too, melted, and soon both blondes were lost in the incestuous kiss. Marti could've easily just stayed there, kissing Deirdre for hours on end, had the younger girl not tried to slip her tongue into Marti's mouth. THAT finally broke the spell, and reluctantly, Marti broke the embrace she had on Deirdre's supple little body.
Deirdre's eyes were still closed when Marti let go of her, but her lips were curled into a smile.
"Thank you, Marti," Deirdre said. "That was wonderful."
"Yeah, yeah it was," Marti agreed. "Are you ready now?"
"As ready as I'll ever be," Deirdre answered.
"Okay, let's get out of here," Marti told Deirdre before yelling for her "captors." "Savannah, Charlotte! You can let us out now!"
"I'm coming!" Savannah yelled from the kitchen. It only took the perky brunette a few seconds to reach the door. Once there, Savannah turned the lock and greeted the girls with her glowing smile and a frilly, brand new white apron that said "Kiss the cook" over her chest. Underneath, she had on a blue tank top and yellow gym shorts.
"Good morning, Marti, Deirdre," Savannah said to the sisters. "You girls get everything resolved last night?"
"Most everything," Marti said. "There's still some things I want to talk to Deirdre privately about, but we're on speaking terms, so that's the most important thing."
"Absolutely. And sorry about dragging you here under false pretenses, Deirdre, but we were only doing what we thought was best for the two of you," Savannah said.
"No, don't worry about it. This is what Marti and I needed. Honestly, I should be thanking you," Deirdre replied.
"You're welcome," Savannah replied before shifting her attention. "Look, I just wanted to see if you and Deirdre have smoothed thing over. You two acting like sisters again?"
"Yeah, we are," Marti said, even though the way they made peace was definitely not sisterly. "It took us a lot talking but we're cool now."
"Deirdre, is all that true?" Savannah asked for confirmation.
"Every word of it," Deirdre said. "We were talking long into the night, but we want to be back in each other's lives."
"Terrific. I would have hated to see you two keep fighting," Savannah explained. "You want some breakfast while you're here, Deirdre?"
"Sure, but I got a class in a couple hours, so I can't stay long," Deirdre answered.
"Fine by me," Savannah told Deirdre. "Come on, I'm cooking my favorites."
Following Savannah into the kitchen, Marti and Deirdre were hit with the familiar waft of eggs, hash browns and pancakes. At the same time, though, they were greeted to the sight of Charlotte, who was talking to her family over the phone.
"Love you, Mom. And I love you, too, John. I can't wait to see you this weekend. Bye-bye," Charlotte said into the phone before hanging up and realizing the Perkins sisters were in the room. "Oh, hey girls, how much of that did you hear?"
"Just enough," Deirdre said. "You always talk cute to your boyfriend?"
"Uh, John's her son, D," Marti scorned her sister.
"Oh, sorry," Deirdre said. "How about as an apology, I don't charge you for all the hours I spent here, just the one you paid for?"
"That sounds good to me," Charlotte said. "By the way, Marti, love your devotion to the team. Already wearing your uniform."
"I wouldn't be if you hadn't moved my stuff to your room," Marti told them.
"Yeah, don't worry, once Molly's awake, Vanna and I will move my belongings out of your room," Charlotte said. "Don't worry about helping us."
"Sounds fair to me," Marti said. "Don't be afraid to load my plate, Savannah."
"I can do that for you, Marti," Savannah responded. "What do you want, Deirdre?"
"Just some pancakes, please," Deirdre answered. "Oh and I'd also like to buy a vowel, Vanna."
Marti had to put her hand to her mouth to stop herself from giggling as Deirdre used Charlotte's nickname for Savannah against the former captain.
"Real funny, Deirdre," Savannah said as she gave her sister a light breakfast of eggs and pancakes, as well as a playful smack to the back of Charlotte's head for using her nickname. "So, what did you girls agree to do?"
"Well, Deirdre agreed that if I wanted any information about Rex, she'd give me an honest answer right away," Marti said as she nudged Deirdre under the table as if to say, "I mean it."
"That's awfully big of you to agree to that, Deirdre," Charlotte said as Savannah served breakfast to the Perkins sisters. "So, did Marti agree to anything?"
"Yeah, she did," Deirdre said with a mouth full of pancakes. "Rex isn't in my life much, so I don't have much family. When I do, they always seem to leave me. So Marti promised me not to repeat what she did after Nationals. She told me she'd stay with me, no matter how bad things get."
"That's so sweet," Savannah commented as she sat down for her breakfast. "I'm proud of you two. If I had been fighting with Charlotte as much as you two did, I'd think we might never make up."
"First of all, I know how you are, Savannah. You're a forgiving person," Marti countered. "Second, as much as I struggle to understand Deirdre's mind, I see her reasoning. She thought I was going to take the only family she knew away from her, even if he's an asshole. Honestly, I haven't felt the need to ask about Rex much over the summer anyways. The fact he left me and Wanda alone really makes me feel like he's dead to me. But at least he gave me something good: A sister."
"It's good to know you feel that way," Charlotte said. "It's like I told Savannah the other day, people come and go in your life but sisters are forever. There's never going to be anyone closer that you will know."
"Umm, yeah, nobody closer than a sister," Deirdre said, feeling more than a little uncomfortable with Charlotte's choice of words. "Hey, I appreciate everything you did for us, but I really need to get ready for class. It was great seeing you both again. Marti, can you walk me out to the car?"
"Yeah, absolutely," Marti immediately agreed, wanting to get out of there before Charlotte's words blew their cover. "I'll be right back, girls. By the way, great food, Savannah."
"Thanks, Marti," Savannah said to her best friend as Marti and Deirdre walked out of Cheerotwn.
"Okay, that was way too close," Marti told her younger sister. "'There's never going to be anyone closer that you will know?' I think we got a little too close last night."
"Ya think?" Deirdre deadpanned before getting serious. "Look, Marti, were you serious about what you said, that you wanted to me to be honest about Rex right away if you wanted to know anything?"
"Yeah, I was," Marti said. "Deirdre, I want you in my life. Last night, we had a lot to get off our chests," she paused as she thought of her choice of words. "Let me rephrase that. We had a lot we needed to discuss and you and I made up a lot of ground. It made me realize that I do want you in my life. I also know being open with people isn't one of your strengths, but it would mean a lot to me if I could get some answers about the father I never knew."
"Okay, that seems fair," Deirdre concluded. "As long as your promise not to leave me. I've seen too many people walk away from me and I would be devastated to lose you again. I don't say this much, but you mean a lot to me, Marti."
Marti couldn't help herself. She reached in and hugged Deirdre. This time, there was no demonstration in social skills or post-incest awareness to break things up. Deirdre returned the favor, hugging Marti like a sister for the first time in her life. It felt so organic and pure to her, something she very rarely felt in her life.
As they separated, Marti had one last question for her half-sister.
"So what are you doing this weekend?" Marti said.
"Probably some homework," Deirdre said. "I'm not working at Wainwright's this weekend. Why?"
"I was just wondering if you want to go see us perform at Qualifiers," Marti answered. "We're just going to be down the road at FedExForum. I'll need to pull some strings to get a ticket that will put you with Wanda and Travis..."
"Wait, Travis? That guy you freed from prison?" Deirdre said. "Are he and Wanda..."
"Don't even finish that sentence," Marti warned. "No, it's purely platonic. He's just living with us so he can have a stable place to be and a steady job."
"Good," Deirdre sighed. "Make sure you tell me how he got out some time."
"I will," Marti said before she got back on track. "Anyways, they're going together to watch the Hellcats and I'd love for you to be there. What do you say, sis?"
"Well, Nationals got all fucked up, s'pose I owe you a Hellcat event," Deirdre replied.
"Excellent," Marti said. "Listen, I'm going to call Wanda and let her know you're coming and that we've made up. And I promise you that she'll know nothing about the scandalous parts about last night."
"Sounds good," Deirdre said. "I'm so glad we're talking again. I missed you over the summer."
"Me, too," Marti said, confessing that for the first time. As pissed as she was, she really didn't want to lose her. "I'll let you get to class and I'll call you later today to pick up the ticket. And Deirdre..."
"Yes, Marti?" Deirdre asked.
"I love you," Marti said, a warm smile beaming across her face.
"Me too," Deirdre replied as she got in her car, returning the glowing grin. "Bye."
"Bye," Marti said back as she watched Deirdre pull out.
It wasn't until Deirdre was out of sight that Marti began feeling differently, like a switch inside her had been flipped. At first, Marti started wondering if the previous night's incestuous affair had triggered this, but she brushed it aside. She reasoned with herself that while the sex was great, it was an once-in-a-lifetime thing, bound to never happen again.
Feeling a little more normal, Marti was greeted by the familiar site of the Monroe sisters.
"So, how are things with you and Deirdre?" Savannah asked, her voice begging to hear every little detail.
"She's great," Marti said, sitting back down at the table to finish her breakfast. "She's actually going to be in the stands at Qualifiers."
"Speaking of which, I can't wait anymore, I want the weekend to be here now!" Charlotte said impatiently. "If we kick Nasty Kathy and MemChrist out in Qualifiers, we might have a clear shot at Nationals."
"Well, we do need to get the new girls ready," Marti reminded Charlotte. "I have the feeling that most of our success or failure will be based on how they perform."
Almost on cue, one of the new girls made her presence known as only she could.
"Good morning, everybody," Ariana sang as she turned the corner into the kitchen.
"Good morning, Aria..." Charlotte started to say before she turned around and saw Ariana was clad in only a pair of panties and an open bath robe, which hadn't been tied closed, leaving the redhead's perky little tits on display.
"So, what's for breakfast?" Ariana asked, oblivious to everybody being taken aback by her exhibitionism.
"Ummm, eggs, hash browns and pancakes," Savannah stammered, trying her best to form a sentence over Ariana's state of dress.
"Yay! I love pancakes!" Ariana said, jumping in the chair, unintentionally showing a little jiggle.
Little did Ariana know what effect she was having on Marti. All the feelings that she had dismissed as nothing after Deirdre left were returning with a vengeance. Marti couldn't help but eyeball Ariana's beautiful body up and down repeatedly.
"I need to go get a shower," Marti said, thinking a cold one was the best. She couldn't figure out what had gotten into her. Her brain kept screaming about last night, but she didn't want to listen. "Thank you so much for breakfast, Savannah."
As Marti ran off to her bedroom, Charlotte stopped her and said, "Marti, you do remember your stuff is in my room, right? And be careful not to wake up Molly."
"Oh, right, thanks, Charlotte," Marti said as she moved the other way.
"What's gotten into Marti?" Ariana asked after Marti ran by the table again.
"It's a long story, but I'll give you the cliff notes version. She had a really long night with her sister," Savannah responded, not knowing how right she was.
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Marti and Deirdre weren't the only ones in Cheertown to wake up naked together, though for Lewis Flynn, the experience was at least somewhat less stressful. The tall Hellcat base awoke to the sensation of his girlfriend, Alice Vedura, nuzzling his cock to life, her tongue already playing with Lewis' sack.
"Ugh, not again, girl," Lewis moaned, a most unlikely response from a man who enjoyed sex as much as Lewis did.
"But I'm horny," Alice said, pausing long enough to run her tongue up Lewis' rapidly growing shaft. "And I still haven't gotten off."
Lewis groaned, but not from the pleasure of Alice's tongue upon his shaft. For the last couple of days, Alice had been insatiable when it came to sex. Almost literally. She was constantly horny, but no matter what Lewis did, Alice just couldn't seem to reach climax.
Even as Lewis groaned, Alice swallowed the head of his cock and he noticed right away she was getting it good and wet.
"Alice, come on, if we do this, we'll be late for-"
"We won't be late for class," Alice said, an edge slipping into her voice. "Besides, if I don't get off soon, I'm going to explode."
"Have you tried jilling off?" Lewis asked, exasperated. He loved sex as much as the next guy - maybe more - but Alice's constant, unmet needs were starting to wear him down. He had other things to do and things to think about that required more blood in his head than in his pants.
Not that he'd worn pants much the last few days.
"Eww, you know I hate that term for masturbation," Alice said with a snort. "And why should I have to handle my own business when you're here?"
"Because maybe I want to do something besides fucking, Alice," Lewis said exasperated.
"Lewis Flynn, if you don't fuck me good and hard right here and now, I will get you kicked off the Hellcats before you can so-much as compliment my pom-poms."
"You wouldn't do that, Alice," Lewis said even as the gorgeous brunette slid up his body, running her tongue up his chest. Lewis cringed a little, feeling the sudden heat of Alice's crotch against his erection. She wouldn't, but she'd threaten him with it. Alice was a master at manipulation. Thank God there was only one of her.
"You can have my ass," she whispered to Lewis. "And this time, we won't be interrupted."
"Won't Frankie be back soon?" Lewis said, trying to spot Alice's alarm clock from where he lay. Not surprisingly, the thong Alice had worn yesterday lay across it, blocking the time.
"Probably," Alice said, kissing Lewis' chin as she reached down for his cock. "Why, you want her to watch?"
"No, which is why I want to know if she's coming back soon."
"Don't worry, the sock I put on the doorknob is probably still out there."
"Wha-" Lewis' response was cut off as Alice jabbed her tongue down his throat and she proceeded to impale herself upon Lewis' cock. Lewis' resistance melted there, as Alice's dripping wet snatch enveloped him completely and he started thrusting up into her. Yeah, no matter what happened between him and Alice, they always, always, ALWAYS got the sex right.
Except it wasn't right of late. At least, not for Alice. And it wasn't because of anything Lewis was doing. He hadn't changed any of his patented moves that always got Alice off in the past - those same moves that had gotten both Marti AND Nasty Kathy off, too. And all the other girls Lewis had fucked. None of them had ever failed to reach climax with him.
So what was Alice's issue all-of-a-sudden? Was she bored with him? Was she wishing he'd try something new? There wasn't much the two of them hadn't done together, short of bringing in other people and Lewis flat-out refused to do that. He was a 1-woman kinda guy and a no-guy kinda guy at that. So no one, male or female, was getting into his bed, when he was screwing his woman.
Alice was bucking atop him like a champion rodeo rider now, her long dark hair flying about behind her head, her hands gripping Lewis' shoulders. She looked like sex personified, her breasts jiggling enticingly with every move she made, a slight sheen of sweat already starting to form over her mocha-colored skin, her eyes squeezed shut, as if willing an orgasm to burst out of her.
"Damn, girl, you're gorgeous," Lewis said, amazed. Alice might have been a bitch when not in bed, but in bed she was a goddess. Already, he was starting to feel pressure building up within him, signaling that his morning was about to get a whole lot better.
But Alice suddenly pulled off him.
"Oh no, no cumming yet, not for you," Alice said, hopping off the bed and wagging a disapproving finger in his direction. Standing there, buck naked, a fist on her hip, head cocked slightly to the side, the morning sunlight streaming in through the window behind her, Alice looked about as erotic as Lewis has ever seen her.
"Come on, Alice! We don't have all morning for your little games," Lewis said, reaching for the raven-haired beauty again.
"Oh really?" Alice said, turning around to point her bubble butt in Lewis' face. "Does that mean you don't want to take me from behind?"
Lewis groaned in frustration. "Come on, Alice. Do we HAVE to play it like this? Maybe if we just got down to the fucking, you could-"
"Don't you DARE finish that thought, Lewis Flynn," Alice snapped. "Now, get out of bed and fuck my ass." The tone of her voice made it clear Alice wasn't going to take no for an answer.
Lewis sighed, but climbed out of bed and eased his erection up against the perfectly shaped mounds of Alice's butt. She cooed a little as he pressed his hardness between her cheeks, allowing Alice to feel the length of his manhood running between her cheeks.
"I love it when you do that," Alice purred.
"Yeah, well, it's the closest you'd let me fuck your ass for ages," Lewis said quietly in Alice's ear.
"Well, you've got permission now to go as far as you want with my ass, Lewis. But do it quickly."
"If you say so," Lewis said. He reached over to Alice's bed stand, where a tube of lube lay out in the open, having been amply sampled the night before. Lewis now squeezed out a generous dollop of the stuff onto his shaft, wincing a bit at the coolness on his hot skin. Still, he wasted no time coating his shaft with the gel, and then squeezed out another little bit of the liquid to apply directly to Alice's asshole.
"Ooh! Cold!" Alice complained.
"I promise to heat it up for you," Lewis said. With that, he eased the head of his shaft up into Alice's backdoor.
"Gah!" Alice gasped as she reacted to the sudden intrusion into her most private of areas. That gasp was quickly followed by a low moan, though. Alice might not have partaken in anal sex all that often, but she certainly found something to enjoy about it.
Lewis did, too. He loved the tighter sensation of a woman's rear end as opposed to her front and he had to admit, the extra "taboo" sensation he got pounding a girl's ass only made him hotter.
Safely past the ring of Alice's ass, Lewis began to ease his way up and into her, taking a moment to reach around and grab each of her breasts with his hands.
"Mmmm, yeah baby. Should do that more often," Alice cooed.
"What, this?" Lewis asked, squeezing Alice's tits with each hand. "Or this?" he added, thrusting up into Alice's ass with his cock.
"OOOH! Both!" Alice exclaimed. Lewis did both to her again, then settled in for a good, hard fucking. He'd had enough of this playing around and while he could've gone right to the showers to start his morning, now that Alice had gotten him worked up, he was going to get what he needed.
If Alice minded, she didn't let on. Quite the opposite, in fact. "Fuck me Lewis!" Alice snarled, her need so ferocious he was taken aback by it. "Jam that big black cock of yours up my ass!"
Lewis felt his jaw drop at the rapid swing in Alice's tone, from flirty to demanding, but he did as told and started ramming Alice's ass even harder. But that was a double-edged sword, for every harder thrust up into Alice's rear brought Lewis that much closer to being unable to thrust again.
"Alice, I'm getting-"
"Harder, Lewis!" Alice snapped at him. "Just fuck my ass so hard neither one of us will walk straight for a week!"
"Alice! We've got Qualifiers in-!" Lewis started to protest, but again was cut off.
"Fuck. My. ASS!" Alice snarled, loudly. Lewis shot a look towards the door - images of young Miranda Summer catching him and Alice in the act once already fresh in his mind - but was relieved to find the door closed and no one there.
"Lewis!" Alice barked, bringing his mind back to the task at hand - namely fucking his girlfriend. He thought about protesting again, but his own throbbing needs wouldn't be denied any longer.
"You want this?" Lewis asked, pounding into Alice's ass as hard as he could. "You want THIS?"
"OOOH, fuck yeah! Come on, Lewis! Fuck my ass SOOOOOOOOO hard! Make me cum all over that giant cock of yours."
"I'll fuck your ass, Alice! I'll fuck your tight little ass!" Lewis was into it now, and couldn't hold back even if he wanted to. He pounded into Alice's ass like a man possessed, which he pretty much was. Lewis Flynn was possessed by the need to fuck his girlfriend until HE came. And he no longer cared one lick if Alice got off or not.
Harder and harder he slammed into her, feeling his release building and building. Alice had one hand on the bed rail, one on the wall trying to support herself as Lewis rattled her entire body, ramming his shaft into her like he was. The only thing keeping her tits from flapping about was the fact that Lewis had a death grip upon them, his fingers sinking into her mocha-colored flesh to help him maintain a hold upon her. He was leaving some pretty obvious finger marks in her skin, but she didn't seem to mind.
"Yes!" Alice cried out. "Yes, harder! Harder! Yes! Yes! YES! YESSSS!" She was getting there. Lewis had been with Alice enough to know she must finally be closing in on orgasm. That was good, he figured, but he wasn't going to hold back anymore. His own climax was within sight - almost literally, as his eyes were starting to see colors that weren't there.
"Aauuuugggghhhhhhhhh!" Lewis gasped out as his cock spasmed and his body went stiff. He could feel himself shooting up into Alice's backside. His eyes rolled back into his head as pleasure flooded his veins, and Lewis lost himself for a long moment, just enjoying an early morning orgasm.
But he was the only one who got off and Alice was NOT taking it well.
"NOOOO!" she screeched. "Damn it! Damn it! DAMN IT! Get your cock stiff again!" Alice snarled, turning around to face Lewis as he regained his senses from his orgasm.
"Wha...?" Lewis asked, still shaking off his high.
"Gaaah! You're useless! Can't even get me off while fucking me up the ass! What am I even DOING with you?!" Alice snapped. She hopped off the bed, practically shoving Lewis out of the way to do so, grabbed a towel and marched out of the room, barely covering her naked body before getting out the door.
Lewis stood there, dumbfounded, watching her as she left. What was WRONG with Alice? They'd been having so much sex in the last few days and yet she never seemed to get off. And she was blaming him.
Suddenly, Alice's roommate, Frankie, stood in the doorway, looking down the hallway after Alice. Her bushy brown Afro was pushed up ridiculously on one side, indicating how she'd slept the night before. She glanced at Lewis, did a double take, then smiled a bit.
"I was going to ask what went wrong in here, but judging by the look of you, nothing went wrong on your end."
Lewis blinked, then glanced down along Frankie's eyeline - and realized she was staring at his naked crotch.
"Whoa! Sorry, Frankie," Lewis said, covering himself with the blanket off Alice's bed.
"Nothing to be sorry for, Lewis," Frankie said, coming into the room to grab her shower stuff. "I enjoy a show first thing in the morning." She took her stuff and turned to leave the room, but stopped at the doorway.
"Problem?" Lewis asked, double-checking to make sure his manhood was fully covered - not that Frankie hadn't seen all of him now.
"Listen, Lewis," she said. "I don't mind you and Alice getting freaky in my room, but Darwin snores something awful and I need my eight hours."
"I'll make sure you sleep in here tonight, Frankie," Lewis said with a sigh. "I don't think Alice'll want to see me tonight anyway."
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