Squad Mate

The person on the other side of the ajar door simply rolled their eyes after being found out, not that the girl felt any shame or embarrassment about what she was doing, something in the back of Vanessa’s brain brought the fact that the multiple sports teams and even the cheerleading squad used this place for the same reason.

Pushing the door all the way and stepping inside the bathroom, Vanessa immediately recognized the girl stepping in, after all, she was wearing the cheerleading uniform, the yellow with black lines, her black hair on a high ponytail, the black wing makeup on her eyes and the small smirk on her beautiful face; even with the way Cynthia was moving back and forth on her new dick, Vanessa recognized her fellow cheerleader Andrea Atkinson.

“What? Couldn’t wait until you were back at your house?” At the voice Cynthia stopped abruptly making Vanessa groan at the way things stopped, what with the redhead stopping to glare at the newcomer, it also didn’t help that most of what Andrea said was always tinted with a slight sardonic tone, well, at least she kept getting some of that important social information, even if it didn’t help her current mood “oh, don’t stop on my account, I wouldn’t dare to stop your slut behavior,” okay, Andrea was kind of a bitch, but so was Vanessa most days, probably one of the few reasons why they got along since middle school, but now she was extra bitchy, then Vanessa noticed how her top seemed to have been put back on in a hurry and how her lipstick was slightly smudged.

“Andrea, don’t be a bitch,” the blonde groaned, missing already the wetness of Cynthia’s mouth what with this one getting up to get ready to defend herself against the other cheerleader, the aforementioned girl’s smirk only grew wider at the reaction of Cynthia “look, I know you, you only act like this when you are really pent up, what, your boyfriend not up to the task?” instantly the smirk disappeared on her face and scowled at the bathroom’s wall mirror, taking out a lipstick tube from her backpack.

“Mother fucker couldn’t even get it up, let’s see if he likes it when I break up with him in front of everybody,” ouch, Vanessa had to wince a bit remembering how vicious Andrea could be when she was on a bad mood, at that point Cynthia’s phone gave a little jingle signalling a message, the redhead then pulled her cellphone out of her jacket and began to read, her face slightly scowling now.

“Damn it, is the guys, it's time for the winner’s bracket final, they are already waiting for me,” the girl took a look at the still raging hard on of Vanessa, something that the blonde was surprised, usually by now, what with the sudden interruption and some time passing the boner would have withered away, but she felt still ready to go at any moment, still, she could see how torn her friend was so she simply shook her head.

“Is okay, you’ve been waiting for this mini tournament a lot, we still have the whole weekend,” her friend gave her a simple thank you, gave her a lil peck on her cheek and walked out of the bathroom, with Andrea simply snickering at their exchange, but Vanessa had other plans.

“I don’t see why you should be laughing at this situation, let’s be honest, weren’t you hoping that I would help your current situation? Didn’t you want me to do what your boyfriend couldn’t?” Vanessa wanted to take things slow (or at least as slow her libido let her) with Cynthia, but Andrea, well, this bitch was going to get it; at this words Andrea’s smirk felt off and she even looked a bit sheepish, but she wasn’t buying it, she simply pushed the other cheerleader until the dark haired girl was facing the wall.

“I mean, you are our resident big girl on our squad, we better take advantage of it,” the last word she said in a higher pitch, what with being surprised at the **** Vanessa used to pull her panties down.

“How was it that you liked it? As hard and fast as I could?” Vanessa used one hand on Andrea’s neck, pushing her into the wall, with the other girl basically mewling at the rough treatment, then she moaned even harder when Vanessa used her other hand to slap Andrea’s ass, making it wobble with the action.

“You know how to treat me,” Andrea was pinned against the wall, but she could still push her ass into Vanessa completely enjoying the way the blonde was using her; none of her boyfriends were able to manhandle her like this; what an irony, the only one that had manned up had been a girl.