Cheermates

"Disqualified? Disqualified! Buncha bullshit!" Gabriela bitched as she approached Bridget and Cassandra's spot on the dock. "Who gave Kirk the right to decide?"

"Uh, I think everyone did," Cassie recalled.

"Oh, you're taking his side too? Just like Shayla!" Gabby snarled, standing over the two younger girls with **** in her eyes.

"You did deck Carmella," Bridget pointed out.

"So?!" the older cheerleader snorted. "I said it was an accident!"

"And no one believes you," Cassie remarked meekly, earning another **** stare.

"It was an accident!"

"Layoff the bullshit with us, Gabs," Bridget replied, rolling her eyes. "That was a sucker punch. I know it, you know it, everyone knows it. And it was a good one."

The fiery Latina's mouth opened to argue further but stopped. With a shrug and a sigh, Gabby plopped down next to her little cheersister. While Cassie watched her warily, Bridget waited for her to fess up.

"It was a good punch."

"You definitely caught her full-on," Bridget agreed. "She won't forget that for a long time."

"I hope she gets a shiner."

"Gabriela, punching a person is not the way to solve your problems," Cassie explained in exasperation. "You were playing a game and that's--"

"Bee!"

All three heads on the dock whipped around to see a fidgety Tinsley standing behind them. Dripping wet from her plunge into the lake, the brunette's hazel eyes had a wild look to them.

"Little Miss Troublemaker, the two of us are going to have a long discussion over--" Cassandra declared, shifting her lecturing to her best friend.

"Not now, Cass!" shushed Tinny. "Bee, I need the car keys."

"Why?"

"I need them! Please!" Tinny pleaded.

"Tin, did you pee your bottoms again?" Bridget queried, causing Gabby to smirk in remembrance.

"That wasn't my fault!" the petite cheerleader snapped. "Bee, I need some privacy." Then, glancing around to make sure that no one else was nearby, she lowered her voice. "I gotta get off."

"Oh!"

"That is not an acceptable reason to shush--"

"Not now, Cass!"

"So you and your new friend want to dirty up Cassie's car?" Bridget questioned.

"What?! Oh, no, you're not. I will not let you use my--"

"No, it's just me."

"I'm sure you two can find an empty bedroom," Gabby suggested, ignoring Tinny's response. "I can go ask Shelly if you want."

"No!" Tinny barked. "I just want to jill-off to relieve the pressure," she admitted sheepishly.

"Why? Rusty's roommate seems into you. Just sneak off and have a quickie," Bridget recommended with a perplexed face.

"I can't do that!"

"Why not?" Gabby challenged.

"I like him," Tinny mumbled.

"That's my whole point," Gabby replied before nudging Bridget's shoulder. "You kids these days. Tinsley, the way sex works is that the boy sticks his--"

"Shut up, Gabby!" Tinny shrieked before catching herself. "Sorry. It's just that I really like Ned. I don't want to seem like the kind of girl who--"

"Oh. My. Gawd!" Cassie gasped. "You have a crush on a boy?!"

"I like boys all the time, you know," Tinny countered, tossing her head to the side as she rolled her eyes.

"Not in a go-slow way," Bridget reminded her next-door neighbor. "Our little daredevil is growing up, Cass."

"That plot is thickening," Cassandra nodded, not bothering to hold back her huge grin.

"You two better shut your mouths, or I'll do it for you!" their friend growled.

"The keys are with our clothes," Bridget stated.

"I know that!" Tinny said in annoyance. "I would've grabbed them already if I knew where you put them in the house."

"Gee, I really can't say for sure where Shelly put our stuff. Do you remember, Gabs?" Bridget inquired, playing dumb.

"Our clothes? I just stripped down to this itty bitty bikini and tossed them to the side," Gabby remarked, running her hands over her silver bikini top.

"Fuck all of you! I'll go do it in the woods!" Tinny spat, turning around to march off the pier.

"Oh, don't be like that, Tin. I left the car unlocked," Bridget revealed, causing her friend to spin back around and flip her off. "The passenger side."

"You left my car unlocked? That's not safe," Cassie chided as the three girls watched Tinny scramble off toward the long driveway.

"As if anyone out here could steal your car without us noticing. Besides, we have more important concerns. I think we'll do a little scouting of this Ned guy," Bridget stated, scanning the shoreline for the college student. "Us girls stick together."

"He's Rusty's roommate, so we should ask Elliot or Kirk," Cassandra stated, referring to the younger Ridge brother and his best friend.

"You read my mind, Cass."

"I can do it!"

The angry retort carried over the lake water from the location of the chicken championship. Any commotion on the shoreline died out as everyone turned to listen. There, Ransom Kittle motioned with his hands for Carmella to calm down.

"Carm, your eye looks like it's getting puffy," he informed her.

"It's fine! Now get down," she commanded, wanting to climb onto her partner's shoulder.

"Maybe we should call this off," Rachel suggested, worried about her rival's condition.

"Are you forfeiting, McCracken? Cause I'm not. So get on Thirlby's shoulders!"

With sunset, the graying dusk sky began to darken as the chicken finals began. The match wasn't a contest. It quickly became apparent to everyone that Carmella couldn't see much out of her left eye. Showing considerable kindness, Rachel repeatedly hesitated to take advantage of her foe's weakness. Even when she made the winning push, the cheerleader captain did so gently. Under different circumstances, Rachel might have crowed over her victory but surveying the swollen eye that her best friend caused left the success hollow.

The rest of the cheerleaders weren't quite as subdued as their recent captain. Lauren began jawing at Naomi, who immediately blamed Gabby for her captain's loss. Next, Sela issued a biting putdown to Cordelia. The Sugarbee had loudly proclaimed the cheer squad as low-class cheats. The argument snowballed as Gemma and Didi came to Cordelia's side. Despite never being fans of Sela, several graduated cheerleaders from two years ago rushed to her side. A shit-talking Gabby nearly rushed off to join, but Cassie blocked her. That delayed the fiery fist-thrower enough for a dozen guys, led by Rachel, to break up the bickering squads.

"Cassie, let me by," Gabby ordered.

"Not if you're going to start trouble," the bookish girl said firmly, standing her ground.

"I need to pee," the dark-haired girl revealed.

"Oh. You better not be lying."

"I'm going up to the house because I need to pee," Gabby insisted. Seeing that the younger girl didn't quite believe, she rolled her eyes. "Do I need a chaperone? Really? Fine. Bee, can you come with me?"

"Sure," Bridget laughed, patting Cassie on the shoulder. "Don't worry. I'll keep Gabby Balboa from knocking anyone out."

"You better," Cassandra warned, stepping aside. "I don't need to explain to our moms why you got arrested for **** and Tinny for public indecency."

"Nah, Tinny's too fast for the cops to arrest," Bridget joked as the two dark-haired girls left the dock.

"Besides, Annette's the one that's a lock for public indecency charges someday," cracked Gabby.

Walking along the shore toward the main path up to the Penfold lakehouse, they scanned the party scene unfolding around them. The fire had grown larger and brighter under the direction of Fred Singer. The sound of beer cans opening echoed as Barnabas Kessler worked to calm the tension between the rival squads. Unfortunately, a chorus of "Yuck" and "What is this shit?" rang out as people spat out the cheap, nasty beer.

"Hey, it's free. So shut up," Kessler countered.

"Shit, let's head up to the house and get Shelly's good beer," Brock Beal suggested to several others.

Turning toward the main path that went up the steep hill, a laughing Gabby and Bridget were joined by Shayla and Bailey. Gabriela glared at the cheerleader of the two ex-sophomores.

"And where do you think you're going, Miss Cooke?"

"To get the good beer from the keg," Shayla sassed back.

"I think you're a little young to be drinking."

"Lighten up, Gabs. Just because Shayla had to disqualify you doesn't mean she can't drink," Bridget interrupted, winking at the youngest varsity cheerleader. "It's not like Shay's never drank before."

Bailey giggled her agreement, earning a glare from Gabby that shut her up.

"And where is your cheersister?" Gabby inquired, referring to the tradition of a varsity cheerleader mentoring a junior varsity squad member.

"Beats me," Shayla responded.

"I knew we should've never assigned Alexis to you. But Rachel insisted it would be good for her to have the responsibility," huffed Gabriela. "Instead, she's never around. Selfish bitch."

"Aw, that just means we all raised our little Shay," Bridget cooed, wrapping her arms around the squad's pride and joy's shoulders from behind. Leaning over, she placed a loud kiss on the dark-skinned girl's cheek. "Our little baby is going to be a great captain someday."

"Your kids are going to turn out to be hoodlums, Bee."

"And your kids will be nymphomaniacs like their mother, Gabs."

"Come on, Shay," Gabby said, tugging her away from Bridget's grip. She led the two of them a couple of paces ahead of the others. "It's time I impart some of the wisdom I tried to pass on to Bridget."

"Whatever," Bridget blew off before turning to glance at the non-cheerleader. "You feeling better, Bailey?" she asked, referring to the younger girl's embarrassment earlier.

"A little."

"You sure?"

"Mm-hmm," Bailey sounded. Bridget's dubious look caused her to clarify. "It's dark out now. People can't stare as well," she added, glancing down are her ample chest.

"Kiddo, those are nothing to be ashamed of," Bridget stated, gesturing to Bailey's breasts. "Those are a gift."

"No, they're not," whined Bailey. "Nobody takes me seriously. I'm just a pair of boobs to them."

"Your cousin should've had this talk with you, but Sela's not the greatest people person."

"You think?" giggled Bailey.

"Are we talking about tits?"

"Mind your business, Gabs!" Bridget ordered, motioned for her to turn back around. "I'm always available if you need to talk."

"Thanks, but..."

"But, I have a reputation," Bridget finished the unspoken statement to Bailey's horror. "No, I get it. I've done some wild things. Do you think Rachel's only a bimbo because of her big boobs?"

"No! Not at all."

"You see? The first impression might be her body, but once they talk or watch her, people can tell she's an amazing person. Everyone respects and looks up to her. I think you should talk with her."

"I don't know. I guess."

Three-quarters of the way up the hill, the two conversations abruptly ended as a girl in a floral bikini stormed their way. Long, blonde hair swayed back and forth from her rushed movements. Usually, a kind, friendly girl, Miranda Underwood's green eyes blazed with fury. Every girl on the cheer squad knew of Miranda's legendary temper, but it rarely ever surfaced as she almost always maintained her control. So something significant had to have occurred for her to lose her cool.

All four ascending girls paused to watch her approach.

"Miranda, what's wrong?" Shayla asked in concern.

Instead of answering, Miranda barreled right in between Gabby and Shayla. The smaller girl bounced off to the side and nearly tumbled over.

"Geez, what's up your butt?" Gabby asked in annoyance.

Bridget attempted to block Miranda, but she swerved around her.

"Did something happen?" the middle Fallon sister called after her.

"Annette!"

The name barked out explained everything to the three cheerleaders. As Miranda's best friend, Annette St. Pierre, had a way of getting under her nerves but had never provoked such an angry reaction that the girls could remember.

"Shit, I wonder what Annie did now?" Gabby asked the question that everyone thought.

"Maybe we should go back and check on her," Bridget suggested, glancing down the hill.

"Rachel will handle it," Gabby replied, but one else followed her as she took several more steps. "I really need to pee."

"I guess Lauren and Rain are down there too," Bridget commented.

Once she started to head up the hill, the two former sophomores followed, only for another angry classmate of theirs to come marching down the stairs. This one wore a red and blue checkered bikini. Her flushed face was a deep red.

Although Valentina Campos had been the co-captain of the Sugarbees, Shayla spoke up, "Uh, what's wrong, Val?"

"Tucker!"

The four girls parted as the pissed-off brunette stomped down the stairs. Bridget mumbled that it wasn't their problem. However, Gabby made a short humming sound of intrigue.

At the top of the hill stood the Penfold lakehouse. Built in a Cape Cod-style, the white two-story vacation home seemed to watch over all of Canary Lake. With multiple decks and a covered porch, Shelly's home was perfect for partying at the lake. As the four girls approached the back, they noticed the sounds of a couple making out. Bailey attempted to hurry off to the side, but Gabby stopped her with only a silent hand gesture.

A screened-in porch sat between two open decks. Tiptoeing up to it, Gabby's head rolled off to the side in an I-should-have-known gesture. As the second most daring girl of the foursome, Bridget stepped forward to peer into the porch.

A couple sat on a lounge chair with its back facing the newcomers. The male half lay sprawled out as the female part of the equation ground her ass onto his groin. Leaning over, her lengthy, black hair covered her face as the guy suckled on her breasts, freed from the confines of her strapless red bikini.

"You always wanted these, didn't you? I bet you jacked off nonstop dreaming of cumming on them. Oh, yeaahhh! We're gonna do dirty things."

While Shayla and Bailey moved forward to see what the others saw, the dark-haired girl lifted herself up slightly, allowing her hands to pull down the guy's swim trunks. Out popped a very respectable hard cock. Sliding down her lover's body, the young woman appeared on the verge of giving that steel rod some badly needed attention.

"Get a room, St. Pierre," Gabby snickered.

Sharply snapping her head up, Annette's black hair flung behind her, revealing her wanton face of lust. A pair of sizzling chocolate brown eyes took in the newly arrived audience, causing a slight smirk to form on their cheermate's face.

"What would be the fun in that?" Annette asked, dropping her mouth down to gobble up one of her lover's balls.

"Ahh!" screeched Bailey. The innocent girl couldn't see exactly what happened, but she guessed enough to scurry away in shock.

Her outburst did manage to break through the fog of lust for Annette's partner. Opening his eyes, he turned his head partly around to see who was behind him.

"Tucker?!" Bridget gasped, seeing Miranda's older brother and Valentina's ex-boyfriend.

The mindblown young man's eyes bugged open as he saw his sister's teammates. Attempting to sputter out an explanation, Tucker moved to sit up but stopped as a new sensation hit him.

"Oh, fuuuccckkkk!" the dirty blond-haired man moaned as his little sister's best friend inhaled his member. However, her hair once again obscured the details.

"I'd love to be a fly on the wall in the Underwood home tomorrow," Gabby quipped, walking over to the deck next to the porch. "I'm heading in to use the bathroom."

"I'll, uh, grab us some drinks and meet you inside," Bridget informed her, prying her eyes away from the lewd scene. "Let's go, Shayla." Then, heading in the same direction where Bailey escaped, Bridget glanced back. "Shayla!"

The younger girl's head snapped back from the screen, where she'd continued to unsuccessfully catch a glimpse of Annette's oral display. Facing Bridget, she gave her a sheepish look, mumbled an apology, and hurried over to join her on their trek to the garage and the kegs.