Overcorrecting: Vi’s introduction

Erik kneels between her legs, his hands spreads her legs open, smiling lovingly up at her; she pants and moans in ravenous anticipation, her pussy soaked and dripping as he stares at her boyfriend’s cock. She feels a hand on her chin; she tilts her head up obediently. Closing her eyes, her lips crash into his, smacking and moaning lustfully, her tongue dragging against his.

“Vi.”

She opens her eyes; Erik’s gone. Her legs are open, but no one stands between them; her head is guided to turn to the right now. Sai stares into her eyes; his lips come close, and she greedily accepts. Biting his lower lip, her eyes roll back. It’s just kissing, it’s hot, Erik wants this, right? Her head is turned side to side, side to side, to side, swapping spit with an endless supply of men, or is it the same man? What does it matter?

Her heart doesn’t know what to feel. Every other kiss is Erik again, sometimes he’s just watching, grinning at her, his cock hard in his hand as she moans against another mans lips. But at the same time. Guilt washes over her, is their relationship the same if nothing is sacred? If nothing is save for just them? Would Erik be okay with this forever? Her kissing other men? Fucking other men? Erik watches on, her lips moving, her head turning, Sai, Taro, Brandon, Jean, Max, Trev, Marcus, Ian, Andrew, a constant supply for men that are proper bulls and random hook ups.

The sensation in her lower belly, her soaked dripping snatch tells her that she wants it, her heart is unsure, and her brain is the same, but her body inches towards rapture as she makes out with these men, building more and more whenever she locks eyes with Erik, his face contorted with lust, jerking himself watching her be a slut, completely, and she fucking loves it, seeing him like this, complete freedom.

But at the same time, Erik stares at her, faceless sometimes, his expression hurt, isolated, drifting away from her, she knows it’s him. She moans as a hand finds her clit.

‘WHAT DO I WANT?’

Vi shoots up, Ari snoring in her bed, just a few feet away, her heart thumping against her chest, clenching the blanket in tight, white-knuckled fists. She pants with shuddering breaths, reaching up to touch her face, What had started as a nice wet dream with her boyfriend descended into something else.

“I’m such a bad girlfriend.” She whispers softly, wrapping her arms around her knees, not just for the action itself, but the fact that it turned her on, the fact it turns her own knowing it sends Erik reeling.

Despite Erik’s continued reassurances, she still feels an immense amount of guilt. Sure, it had been an accident, but she kissed him, even for half a second; she did it, and she liked it. It was hot; she was cumming, and she didn’t hesitate to kiss.

Erik forgave her, saying it happened once; that it wasn’t a big deal. That stupid, cute, easygoing smile of his, usually such an easy source of reassurance and calm for her, did nothing to soothe her heart and soul.

She felt so bad; she suggested that he could kiss someone, no limits, whenever he wants, at least once, to make it even. She suggested Heidi, more than once, even Ari if that’s what he wanted.

But he told her no. Firm and final. After seeing her reaction, how much it hurt her to do it accidentally, how could he possibly do that to her? God, her heart felt so full and happy when he said that.

But he didn’t know just how much it excited her.

She reaches down between her legs, soaked, aching.

But she still owes him. She needs to correct this. She needs to give him something, heaps of somethings! They don’t need to talk about this for now. She needs to focus on him for a while. And then they can talk…

Her heart aches in worry, her pussy flutters with hope.

And that’s when she decided to drag Erik with her to watch cheer practice, Ophelia be damned, this once. Let him watch… And then she’ll set it in motion. Her plan with Nancy: introduce them to each other, give Erik a hookup option. Nancy is his type, right??

“How was it, babe?!” She asks Erik, a little too enthusiastically, as she sits down next to him, Nancy standing awkwardly a few feet away, waiting to be summoned by the girl.

“I know you thought this would be hot, which it was. But like, damn. You girls actually have crazy athleticism!” Erik compliments. “I had no idea you were that flexible!”

She smirks, trying to overcompensate, even now. “Some new positions for us to play with, right?” Her voice comes in a hushed whisper.

“Took the words out of my mouth.” He grins back, thinking that Vi seems to be going back to her old self.

“Anyway! I’ve wanted to introduce you to my friend for a while now! She’s my bestie on the cheer team.”

“Ooh, Ari will be jealous.”

She smirks and waves the red-headed girl over, pointing at the other side of Erik, directing her to sit. And poor Nancy, who just loves to be told what to do, obeys, settling in next to Erik, wiping some light beads of sweat off her brow, still panting, her generous chest heaving.

“H-Hi.” She says softly, extending a hand.

She doesn’t seem to have the physical characteristics of someone who would typically be shy, he thinks, given her similar height to Vi’s height, full-bodyness, and tone.

“Hi. I’m Erik, obviously, Vi is my girlfriend.”

Her thighs rub together as her dainty hands are taken by Erik; she’s not shy about looking him up and down. He finds this incredibly brazen, with Vi right there… It’s almost like…

He turns to Vi with narrowed eyes, her pupils dancing with delight as she watches the two meet.

He looks at Nancy and decides to do his own checking out. The generous lumps of her chest, light abs poking through a thin layer of protective fat, thick thighs, supporting what he assumes to be a fairly modest butt.

He admits to himself that a cheerleader would not be his usual type, pre-Vi. But if this same girl was just in one of his classes, or just around campus, well, it’s not too far away from the genre of crushes he used to have. His eyes settle on her coloured hair, the cool hair, especially.

She shudders softly, their hands still touching; Erik had decided to be just as brazen in his assessment of her, which only excites her.

Vi raises her eyebrows at Nancy with loaded encouragement.

Nancy smiles softly. “It’s really nice to meet you. Vi has told me a lot about you. I, uhm, I wouldn’t mind some fresh eyes on my cheering practice, maybe one-on-one?”

Erik glances at Vi again.

‘Why not? It’ll make her happy if I do this.’

“Yeah. I’m down. Give me your number?”

It was phrased as a question. But Nancy took it as a command, and she shuddered with submission as she took Erik’s phone.

From the other side of the hall, Ophelia had been watching. She sneered and called out to the girls. “Come on, you two! Go shower; Sage has some feedback for the two of you!”

Ophelia watches blankly as Vi places a kiss on Erik’s lips, walking with Nancy towards the locker rooms.

Ophelia approaches Erik and stands in front of him, arms crossed, a disarming smile on her face.

Erik looks up; her steely gaze, as usual, confuses his body between intimidation and attraction. “Hi. I’m assuming you’ve got something to say.”

Ophelia’s eye twitches, but she sits down next to him, her long tattooed leg crossing over the other, leaning back on the bench protruding from the wall. “You know I told that girlfriend of yours that boyfriend’s and partners are not welcome to watch practice.”

“Did you?” He replies, only slightly shakily.

She cocks an eyebrow and smirks. “That’s right. Didn’t take her for a brat.” She chuckles. “Though.” She makes a show of looking him up and down. “I guess it makes sense considering she’s the man in the relationship, right? That’s the vibe? She should just chuck a leash on you and drag you around like a good boy?”

Erik’s natural reaction is to roll his eyes. “Good one.” Though the idea doesn’t sound as bad as she phrases it.

Ophelia scoffs at his reaction. Eyes narrowing with curiosity. She notes it mentally.

“Anyway. I assume you keep up with the team, right? And who will the team be playing next?”

It’s a habit he did indeed start recently. “Why?”

She watches him carefully. “Well. Tell me. Who are we playing next?”

“The Ryal raiders.”

She claps her hands together. “Right!” She reaches out and traces a finger on his jaw. “Tell me where they are on the table.”

“Last.”

“Is our precious team above them?”

He nods.

“So, we’re likely to finally win a game, right?”

He nods again. Blushing.

“Tell me. Should I give Vi a special pass? She’s already my special girl; no one on the squad would question me. Should I let her take part in the post-game festivities?”

Erik looks up at her in shock, her narrowed, teasing eyes pushing him to answer.

‘YES YES YES YES’

“No.” Erik replies, every pore in his body wanting him to give her a different answer.

“But…”

Ophelia’s lip tugs into a smile.

“I want her to watch…”

Ophelia chuckles, leaning back, his answer only doing more to confirm to her that Erik is weak and a cuck, in the more traditional sense that is, still unaware of how freaky the couple really are. Her eyes snap to him as she leans back on her toned arms, grinning. “I really thought you were going to beg for her to be involved.”

She stands up. “She may be my special pick. But only cheerleaders on the squad get to take part, but since you’re so desperate for it. Maybe I will let her watch.” She takes a step away before turning again. “Oh, and I’ll advocate for Nancy too. Just so she can see what she has something really good to look forward too.” She winks and walks away, her plump butt shifting with each step, her implication weighing down on his shoulders.