Rising Pressure

“Mrs. Rusk?” Sean gasped.

In his current horny state of mind, the puzzled teen’s brain immediately flashed into a porn scenario with the sexy mother of his current enemy. The same age as his mother, her former cheermate, Miranda Rusk had blonde hair cut into a long bob, green eyes, medium-sized breasts, and a toned ass. Taking in the MILF, Sean ignored the apron the chef and co-owner of The Orchard wore, instead focusing on her slightly perspiring face and the way her bob seemed somewhat askew.

Thinking he was in a small storage room with the beautiful blonde, Sean couldn’t fathom any other reason for her to drag him inside other than the daydreams he had had today about Ms. Resto and Mrs. Gibble. Fortunately, the teen didn’t do anything stupid, like unzip his tented pants. Instead, a loud commotion led him to notice a door in the corner. Within seconds, the sounds of splashing water and clinking plates, along with shouts about food orders, told Sean that the room he was in connected to the restaurant's various back rooms.

“I’m sorry for startling you,” Miranda apologized, assuming Sean’s daze to be for that reason. “I wanted to talk to you, but can’t take the risk of Orrin finding…Well, my husband is very particular about my speaking with the enemy.”

“I’m the enemy?”

“In a way. Orrin is acting like all my old cheermates are the enemy at the moment. It’s exhausting, but I want to check in to see how your mother is doing. I feel so bad for Bridget. I want to stop by and see her, but…is she alright?” the blonde asked, obvious concern written all over her face.

“Mom is about as you’d expect. Everything has been hard for her. She doesn’t like being cooped up in the house or being followed,” Sean replied, shaking himself out of the daze for the moment.

“Oh, I can imagine! Going through a divorce with Leonard must be stressful enough, but then to deal with that horrible tabloid and those accusations. I mean, not that I believe them, but that picture of her and Harvey has tongues wagging,” Miranda admitted, while her face flushed slightly. “Not that I’d blame Bee if anything happened. Annette speculated that Leonard probably hasn’t been doing his duty, and, well, Harvey has a certain charisma about…Not that I’m saying your mother did anything inappropriate, but I’m not judging either. Tell her that I don’t think badly about her at all.”

Miranda’s rambling ended in an apology as she finally noticed Sean’s odd expression. Assuming she’d said something to upset the son of her old friend, the blonde didn’t realize that her comment had sent the teen into a false memory about New Year’s Eve. Having heard all about what Harvey and Miranda did in that conference room on the Witzler Hotel’s second floor, Sean’s brain began to conjure up an image of that scene.

Remembering that slinky red dress that seemed to hang off the blonde MILF’s shoulders and the way its high-thigh slit showed off her impressively smooth and lean legs, Sean’s mind began to picture the moment in the conference room where Harvey got his **** on Orrin. He could picture Whitney’s father swinging Austin’s mother around before pushing her to bend over the long table. With that still incredibly toned ass sticking out, the town playboy would’ve shimmied the bottom up until he had access.

Then, those trophy red silk panties would’ve slid down those lean legs, going into Harvey’s pockets before they’d eventually end up in Orrin’s hand as a message a short time later. Having personally witnessed Big Dick Diamond enter both his daughter and Sean’s mother from behind in this manner, the teen had a good idea of what the fucking look liked.

At some point in the illicit moment, Miranda found herself flipped around with her dress tossed to the side. Yanked to the edge of the table, her wanton legs spread wide provided a landing zone for the incoming missile. In this rapid reenactment, Sean found himself being ushered over from across the room by Harvey after he accidentally walked in on the cheating wife getting pounded. Of course, part of his brain warned the teen that this twist in the night would’ve been impossible, as he could barely walk that night.

Still, most of Sean’s brain didn’t care about facts. He had admired Austin’s mom several times that night while she danced with her mutual friends of his mother. That dress and how Miranda looked had impressed Sean the next day when he learned of Harvey’s conquest and dick move to Orrin.

“Sean, oh, Sean!” Miranda moaned before leaning up to put her face closer to the teen, who had somehow taken Harvey’s place atop her. “Sean?”

The horny teen snapped out of his daydream after Miranda’s face had turned into her daughter Aurora’s with the final question.

“I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have brought up that picture. I’m sure the divorce and speculation have been rough for you, too,” Miranda apologized, reaching out to grab his hand. “How are you getting by?”

“Me? I’m fine. I think Mom and Peyton expected me to take it the worst, but…and I hate to say this, but it’s nice not to have my dad badgering me every day about being a doctor,” Sean admitted, causing the concerned mother to nod. “Dad is still trying and adding conditions to the divorce agreement. Mom is knocking them down, but he can’t **** me to do what he wants. Honestly, I’ve considered just taking student loans in the past when I reached college just to cut his power off. So, I’m still prepared to do so, even if Mom insists on paying my tuition if Dad won’t agree to contribute without strings attached.”

“You poor thing!” Miranda cooed, springing forward to hug the teen. “I know how it is. Orrin is often very controlling and disapproving of Rory’s interests. I’ve tried to—Oh!”

Oh, shit! Sean screamed in his head. He knew immediately what caused the older woman’s reaction. Miranda’s pulling back and looking down confirmed it. Unwilling to deal with the mortifying moment, his mouth started to speak before his brain could process the correct words.

“Yeah, red dress, dick, Harv, New Year’s, side effects, sorry! I meant, Mom went down to Blackbridge with Sabrina to meet Shelly for the weekend.”

“New Year’s, what?” Miranda repeated, an inkling of what the high school student meant forming in her mind. “Oh! That’s wonderful! Bee getting out of town for the weekend is a splendid idea. Knowing Shelly, she’ll find a way to distract your mom. Although I’d be worried about how. But don’t mind me. I’m sure Sabrina will keep things from spiraling.”

“Yeah, everyone who’s heard about this trip has said the same thing about Mom and Shelly out together. I guess it could be worse. Gabby could be with them,” Sean said, attempting to laugh off his uneasiness while strategically lowering his hands. Miranda’s eyes followed.

“Um, well, it’s great to see you,” the blonde chef said, biting her lower lip. “Please tell your mom that I’m thinking of her.”

“Uh, sure. Thanks!” The last part came out as almost a squeal once the teen realized he had permission to leave the small room.

Get a hold of yourself! I can’t keep popping boners around everybody’s moms. It’s humiliating, and one of them is going to freak out at some point.

Returning to his table, Zoey immediately leaned over in his direction. Across the table, Jillian appeared to be questioning her eldest daughter.

“You okay?”

“Me? Yeah, why? I wasn’t shitting or anything,” Sean denied, assuming that’s what his younger neighbor meant. “Mrs. Rusk pulled me aside to check on my mom.”

“Ah, so that’s who pitched that tent,” Zoey noted before giggling at Sean’s facial reaction. “Don’t worry. I doubt anyone noticed. Maybe Lemon. Mom’s grilling Jo about the library last night.”

“Fuck,” Sean muttered.

“I didn’t do that, Mom!” Sean’s best friend insisted, causing him to wish he could put on earmuffs like the cheer squad did to Yumi. It might look weird if he did so.

“I’m just saying, Joanne, you need to control your hormones. I understand you’re at the age where things feel new and exciting.”

“I’d call her a late bloomer compared to the women in our family,” Lemon pointed out, winking at Zoey, who figured that the older woman would egg on the conversation.

“You see? I’m just making up for lost time, Mom!” JoJo agreed, causing Sean to slink further down into his chair.

Dammit, I’d go return to the bathroom to escape this, but I’d then be the center of concern. Plus, this damn dick needs to go down more. I guess, I could wander over to chat with Denise at the hostess stand, Sean considered, not interested in listening to a discussion about his best friend’s sex life.

“That is not the point, Jo,” Jillian scolded. “You’ve quickly gained a reputation that people will almost believe anything. Your sister confirmed that many of your classmates think that the rumor mentioned is possible.”

“Zo!” the busty brunette exclaimed, swinging around to glare at her sister.

“Don’t blame me,” the sixteen-year-old replied. “Blame your choice to date an oaf like Kyler.”

“At least I’m dating one boy. How many are you dating?” JoJo challenged.

“Joanne!” Jillian admonished.

“Don’t knock it until you try it, sweetie,” Lemon suggested.

“I’m not sleeping around. Unlike you, I’m not planning on losing my V-card on a vacation trip,” Zoey shot back.

“You weren’t there. So don’t judge me,” JoJo warned.

“Based on the reports of what you screamed, I’m happy I wasn’t there,” the younger sister flung back.

“Sean, how could you?” JoJo cried.

Until now, Sean had been caught in between the dueling sisters in the chair beside each of them. Unable to move, he’d tried to daydream the argument away. Visions of the cheerleaders in their sexy uniforms had started to form until his best friend threw out her accusation at him.

“Me? I don’t even want to hear about this. I haven’t said a word to anyone,” Sean insisted.

“Don’t start a fight with Seanie,” Jillian warned. “He might be the only guy willing to touch you in a few years.”

“Mom!”

“Aunt Jillian!” Sean shrieked.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. It’s going to take a few years for Jo to get that kind of reputation,” Lemon interrupted. “I mean, look at Bridget.”

“Not helping, Lem,” Jillian growled. Although pleased to see her eldest daughter finally coming out of her shell, the worried mother also didn’t want her to get out of control. Word about what Jared did to her on that trip probably left a false impression in her daughter’s mind about how terrific sex could always be. Clearly, JoJo sought to replicate the amazing time she had with her friend from Rattle Ridge. “Honey, I just want to think first before doing anything. Don’t let your hormones control your actions.”

“They’re not!”

Tell me about it. My hormones and daydreams are getting out of control. I don’t want to know what JoJo’s porn-fueled brain is conjuring up, Sean thought, already feeling sick about the imagery.

“Uh, so how’s it going with Alec?” Zoey asked, looking at Lemon to change the conversation. She could tell that the subject made Sean physically ill.

“Alec?” the dark blonde repeated with a frown about her boyfriend of the past year.

“Please tell me that you didn’t screw this one up, too, Lem,” Jillian responded, shaking her head at her younger cousin, who was almost like a sister to her.

Although they’d just been in a heated argument, JoJo and Zoey shared a grin. Their almost aunt was a wonderful woman. She could be charming, outgoing, and flirty, and someone in the family they could go to for wise counsel. However, Lemon had a reputation for a high sex drive, which usually wore a boyfriend out by the second anniversary. In between the two sisters, Sean also shook his head. Until recently, he’d never understood how Lemon’s thirst for sex could be seen as a negative. But after experiencing his mom and Whitney, the teen could now see the issue somewhat.

“Don’t blame me,” Lemon protested immediately.

“Well, it must be your fault if you didn’t mention an issue to me,” Jillian pointed out, which made sense since they co-owned a bakery.

“Blame that damn ice storm on New Year’s.”

“It happened that long ago?” Jillian gasped.

“Not entirely,” the busty dark blonde hedged. “I mean, what else was a person supposed to do? We couldn’t leave the hotel on New Year’s Day until late because of the ice. So, I suggested that we screw the day away.”

“Sounds fun,” JoJo giggled.

“Alec didn’t think so. He kept on complaining that he needed to check his work emails,” Lemon recounted, rolling her eyes. “It was New Year's fucking Day! Work emails can wait until January 2nd.”

“So, what did you say to piss Alec off when he turned you down?” Jillian inquired.

“Oh, Alec didn’t turn me down. Sean, would you turn me down if I were naked on your lap?” Lemon asked, sitting up on the chair, to thrust her large breasts out.

“Lemon!” Jillian scolded. “Sean is like family.”

“Not that he cares at the moment,” Zoey muttered, glancing at the tent rising again next to her. “I should probably get a picture for Kizzy and the girls.”

“Don’t you dare,” her neighbor growled at her.

“Whatever. Alec gave in, but started complaining more and more over the next couple of weeks,” Lemon continued with her tale. “We haven’t officially broken up yet, but it’s probably coming soon.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. We all hoped that Alec would be the one,” Jillian consoled, patting her cousin’s arm.

“Don’t worry. I see something delicious walking this way,” Lemon joked, checking out the young, handsome waiter who carried a large tray to their table.

“I ordered your usual,” Zoey informed Sean, as a plate with a bacon chicken sandwich with waffle fries appeared before him.

“Thanks!” he responded brightly. In some ways, Zoey was like the little sister he never had, which made him thankful that she’d dropped her crush on him.

“Kiss ass,” JoJo mumbled, glaring at her young sister.

Zoey took over the driving after they left The Orchard. Jillian had insisted that JoJo have a night at home with the family rather than let her eldest run off to the game and her current boyfriend. She'd prevailed by revealing that she needed Jo's help with grocery shopping and a stop at the party store. Jillian reminded Sean to stop by for their party on Sunday. The latter made Sean wince immediately.

He’d somehow forgotten that it would be Super Bowl Sunday in two days. Despite his favorite team not making the playoffs, he’d still watched all the games over the past month. Yet, with the two-week gap between the conference championships and the big game and all the other stuff going on, the Super Bowl had slipped his mind. While Zoey drove, Sean sent his mom a message, reminding her about the Super Bowl. He wondered if they’d watch the game at his grandparents’ or if this would change their Sunday dinner plans.

“Don’t pull up to the circle. I can walk from the parking lot with you,” Sean directed, once they reached Honey Hollow High School.

“You sure? It’s fricking cold out here,” Zoey reminded.

Rather than answer, Sean waved at her to enter the parking lot across the street. He didn’t want to tell his younger neighbor that he hoped the bitter cold would help his erection go down fully. Shrugging, Zoey followed his direction and parked in the closest spot that she could find, which wasn’t all that close. However, she scored a minor victory by forcing her neighbor to use his cane.

“Yo, Sean boy!” a voice bellowed.

Turning around, Sean saw a familiar face exiting a car that he didn't expect to see tonight. Of course, he had no doubt about Raekwon Wright's identity, not with the puffy afro that the college freshman had started growing out late last school year. A good friend of Jordan Yegge's, whose fathers played on the last basketball championship team together, Raekwon was not only close to the Yegge brothers but also a mentor to Jayden Cooke.

"Hey, Raek. What brings you down from Zurbrugg?" Sean asked, hugging the former basketball player, who already struggled to keep off the freshman fifteen. The high school student appreciated the older guy. Raekwon had been a vocal opponent of Coach Grimm's decision to cut Jayden's junior high backcourt mate twice during the high school varsity tryouts.

“Super Bowl. Mom insisted I come down, and Dad wanted me to stop by tonight. He’s filling in as the radio analyst,” the college student explained. “I don’t know why they don’t let that Schipper kid do it. All of us up at Zurbrugg laugh our asses off at his game podcasts.”

“Hey, I’m going to find Robin and Winnie. Are you good?” Zoey asked, holding up her phone.

Since he had Raekwon with him in case he needed any help with the ice, Sean nodded. Recalling a tidbit that Zaylie and Lana mentioned while in town, he asked about his job.

“Wait, don’t you need to be at Seventh Heaven tonight?”

"Man, don't even mention the strip club around my mom," Raekwon warned. "She's thrilled that I got a job at Smiling Mugs, which is saying something, as she didn't want me working at a bar. But Dad insisted it's more of a pool hall, and she was worried that Hoyt kept pestering him to let me work at his club. Did your sister tell you that?"

While helping steady Sean at one particularly slick spot, Raekwon nodded at hearing that Lana and Zaylie were the sources. Hoyt Magaruder, the owner of the strip club where Peyton's housemate, Kiki Heeter, worked, was an old friend and teammate of Shakir Wright and Jerry Yegge. Not only did Hoyt want the daughters of his former female classmates to dance at his club, but he also wanted his friends' sons to work there as bouncers and bartenders. Jordan had escaped by fleeing to a college in the southeast.

“Still, I’m surprised you got a whole weekend off, especially with the Super Bowl,” Sean remarked.

“I earned brownie points during winter break by staying up in Arbor Corners and working most days. Although I heard I missed out on hell of a New Year’s Eve, Mr. Hero,” Raekwon teased, nudging the man of the hour. “So, Whitney Diamond, huh? How’s that going for you?”

Sean mumbled a few lines about his current life. Fortunately, the year-older guy picked up on his discomfort and shifted topics.

“So, what’s this I hear that Jordan’s little brother got suspended for smashing a cupcake in Austin’s face?”

For the final stretch into the school, Sean cleared up any false details Raekwon had heard with his eyewitness account and explained what led to the incident between Jesse and Austin. He knew that once they separated, Raek would likely text the new details to Jordan, down at Vapor Valley University, where a small contingent of Hollow High natives attended.

Parting ways with a fist bump, Sean worked his way down the couple of steps into the lower level of the school commons. Searching for any friends, he nodded at several classmates before he heard his name called out. Surprisingly, the person who called his name was behind the table where the Sugarbees were still running their bake sale. Not that any of the current dancers manned the table at the moment. A short, athletic woman with brown skin motioned for him to come over.

“Aunt Shayla, I’m shocked, shocked I tell ya to see you turn traitor!” Sean declared.

The cheer captain between Bridget and Sabrina, Shayla O’Dell, might be the most well-liked cheerleader in school history. A gorgeous woman with neck-length brown hair, light brown eyes, medium-sized breasts, and a toned ass, she was not only Delilah’s mother but also Jayden’s aunt. Despite her cheer history, Shayla also ran a yoga and dance studio. So, it wasn’t any surprise when her daughter finished her year as a Babybee and switched to the rival dance squad. Neither alumni nor current cheerleaders could argue with the decision; Delilah was that damn good a dancer, in part thanks to her mother.

“It’s called a turnskirt, Tarver, and you should know that,” another voice pointed out.

Recognizing the voice, Sean expected to find a nasty look on Carmella Zuccaro's face. However, times had recently changed, with the Sugarbee legend and Rachel Stratton's rival. While still a vain, arrogant woman, Carmella had shown genuine concern over Bridget's situation, even coming with several of her ex-dancemates to drop off some of Felicity Nakano's treats at the Tarver home a couple of weeks back. Bridget thought her change of heart might be due to Clive Stratton's problems and the fights at the charity ball.

“No cheer talk is allowed behind this table,” Carmella proclaimed before shocking Sean by directing him to walk around the end table and join the dance mothers.

A year older than his mom, Carmella still had it going on, just like Bridget and so many of their friends. Moving past the woman with long, black hair, green eyes, medium-to-large breasts, and a firm ass, Sean couldn’t help but check out Bianca and Teresa's mother. Her two daughters definitely got their good looks from her.

“But Yumi was behind the table earlier!” a cheerful voice squealed, sounding quite odd to be worried.

“Yes, I know, Fliss, but your daughter is grandmothered in because of you,” Carmella told the ditzy, bubbly blonde mother of Yumi.

“Yums also gets allowed since you bake such delicious treats for her rival squad,” Shayla added, causing Felicity to wholeheartedly nod in agreement.

“So, Seanie, did you want my muff?” Shayla greeted, kissing his cheek before hip-checking him. Although joking with her good friend’s son, she didn’t expect the bark of laughter that followed.

“Sorry, Lilah put on a whole production about your muffins to screw with Bianca early this morning.”

“Ooh, is my girl teasing a cheer prince?” Carmella questioned, reaching past him to help a customer, which rubbed her breast against his arm

Feeling himself getting aroused by more MILFs, Sean fortunately got a blast of cold water from Yumi's mom, who hopped in front of him.

“You got my care package, okay?”

“I did. Yumi gave it to me this morning. Um, I have your tin out in the car, if you want it back tonight,” Sean said, wondering if he could send someone.

“Is it empty?” When Felicity heard not quite, she insisted he keep it until Monday. “What did your mom choose?”

“Sorry. I haven’t seen Mom since this morning, so she hasn’t had any,” Sean revealed, causing the bubbly blonde to gasp.

“And she probably won’t. Bridget and Sabrina went down to Blackbridge to hang out with Shelly,” Shayla informed the disappointed blonde.

“Oh, dear, oh, my. Just wait one moment. Bridget needs her own care package for when she returns,” Felicity announced.

Despite wanting to tell the former Sugarbee not to bother, Sean didn’t have the heart to do so. He knew his mom would enjoy the cookies, but he didn’t want to be a hassle. Instead, he watched as the bubbly blonde pushed past two women whom he knew to be Rosie and Tandy’s moms. However, the frazzled mom had to excuse herself as she pushed past a woman sitting on a chair in the corner.

It took Sean a few seconds to recognize the leggy, slim blonde with medium-sized breasts who sat bored, flipping through a fashion magazine. Only after Felicity called her Zoya did Sean realize it was Yelena’s mom. Her presence was surprising, as he knew she rarely attended school events.

“Fliss! Those are for the fundraiser,” Wanda exclaimed, walking over from the direction of the gym to see the blonde shoving a stack of her Cookie Monster and Bumblebee cookies into a Ziploc bag.

“They’re for Bridget! She’s hurting right now!” Felicity exclaimed.

“She’ll probably be coming Sunday, with hangovers and whatever shenanigans Shelly causes,” Shayla mumbled, although Sean heard her and nodded.

“I’m sorry!” the current dance coach responded, throwing up her arms defensively. Next, she winked at Sean before asking if he needed a break in her office. “I’m busy getting our performance set, but I’m sure someone else could help you get over there.”

“U-Uh, thanks, but I think I’m good,” Sean nearly stammered.

However, ten minutes later, the teen regretted turning down the offer. Between all of the dance moms, except Felicity, bumping into him or bending down to unknowingly—mostly— show off their cleavages and butts, Sean found himself returning to the horny state from the restaurant. Hopefully, relief had arrived when his name was shouted from across the commons.

“What the hell, Tarver? You’re cheating on us!”

Whitney's accusation brought gasps at first, then laughter, as people followed her glare to find Sean frozen, a half-eaten cupcake in his mouth. Gulping, he shrugged his shoulders before downing the rest of the cupcake while Whitney stood with her hands on her hips. When she clenched her fists, threw her head up at the ceiling, and started to storm over, her rescuer scrambled to get out from behind the tables.

“Best of luck, buddy,” Shayla called after him.

“Oh, Shay, angry sex is probably the Diamond girl’s default mode,” Carmella cracked.

In his current state, Sean fully appreciated the vision Whitney put on display as she marched over to meet him while fuming. Already a beautiful buxom blonde, his overlord looked downright breathtaking in the gold-and-black-trimmed uniform. Not only did her lotion-covered legs glisten underneath the short skirt, but her D-cups bounced inside the tight top with each angry step. Even the gold and black ribbons in her blonde locks and the temporary bumblebee tattoo on her cheek added to the sexy vibe.

“What the hell? I thought you went to eat with JoJo’s family?” Whitney challenged, punching his arm. “Have you been whoring yourself out to the Sugarbitches the whole time?”

“No! I did go to dinner with the Gibbles. Zoey came back with me but went to find her friends. Lilah’s mom called me over to say hi and ask about my mom,” Sean explained.

“Okay, I guess that makes sense,” Whitney responded before palming her forehead. “Seriously, you’ve been back there slinging that flagpole around the dance moms?”

“It’s been a problem since dinner, if not earlier,” Sean admitted, unwilling to be embarrassed about his erection with Whitney, of all people. “I need your help.”

“You ain’t getting it now. I have to get ready for the game,” Whitney reminded. However, she noticed his pained expression and felt sympathetic. “Fine. I’ll find you someone, but just for a blowie. I always need a fuck after cheering.”

“Agreed,” Sean said, hastily nodding. “Um, who are you going to ask?”

“I don’t know!” Whitney responded, clenching her fists at the extra work before a game. “I’ll…I’ll text in around ten minutes with a location. You can meet whoever I send there. Don’t embarrass me.”

“I would never…Alright, maybe,” Sean admitted, watching the blonde spin around to flash the bottom of her buttcheeks at him while she hurried away.

Note: I still haven't decided who will help relieve Sean. It won't be a major character, but if readers want to suggest someone, add your choices in the comment section or on Discord.