Colleen had barely left her seat when Rot felt the distracting warmth, and softness, of another body squeezing him from the left.
"Hey," Briana said, "this is our table. Go sit with the other cheerleaders."
Rachel wore her cheerleader uniform, the fall sweater accentuating rather than hiding her high-riding breasts and the short skirt sliding up enough to show she wore lacy panties rather than cheerleader shorts beneath it. "Hi Rot. I've been thinking about your audition idea. I figure, if I help you, you should help me, too, right?"
"Sure, Rachel." He was pretty sure Rachel hadn't said that many words to him the entire time he'd been in high school the first time.
"Great. Want to come over to my place after dinner tonight? My dad has a bunch of play scripts so we could pick something that would show off our... talents."
"It might have to be later. I've got to study French with Wendy right after dinner."
Rachel pressed her soft breasts into Rot's shoulder. "Are you sure. Perhaps there's something I could do to make you... come... to me."
"Hey," Briana said. "I'm here. My chocolate milk. My date. My time."
"Nobody owns Rot." Rachel brushed her fingers across Rot's fly. "And it fees like he's happy to see me."
"Hey guys." Colleen arrived just in time to distract everyone. "Here's Rot's hamburger. Looks like my place is taken so I'll be off." She winked at Rot, clearly attempting to send him a message although he didn't pick up on what that message might be until she pointed beneath the table.
Oh. Time to create a little distraction.
"Look," he said. "There's Mr. Moss. Did you see how Briana got him to stutter in class yesterday, Rachel?"
Both girls looked up to see the English teacher and Colleen used that moment to slip under the table.
"Anyone could make him stutter," Rachel scoffed. "I could do it just talking to him... I wouldn't have to show him my panties."
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