See what does she want

There is something in her voice that alarms you and so, against all common sense, you decide to stop and turn around. Melissa and her two companions approach you, in particular she seems to walk with a certain urgency coherent with her nervous tone of before. The other girls are a redhead and one blonde who you have never seen, and you already foretaste some evil prank to your detriment. Resigned, since you put yourself in this situation on your own, you sigh.

-Hey Melis-

-Hi Tom!- She chirps and... hugs you?!

-Ehm... ok?-.

The petite schoolgirl then turns to her friends: -Girls, I've-I've talked you about Tom, right?-.

Once again you hear an undisguised agitation in her tone, the kind you can't simulate if you're not a very talented actor. Is something going on with them or...

-No.- The blondie answers: -But we know him for sure. Tina's brother, right?-.

-Yes. Are you her classmates or-

-How about you show me- Melissa interrupts you again, taking you by hand and looking at you from the bottom of her height: -the place you were talking about last time? Hm?-.

-The place?- What place, what the hell she's saying?

-The one very far away from here.- She continues, her eyes opened wide: -Right now.-.

-I...-.

-Melissa!- The other girl exclaims with intonation: -Brushing yourself like that! What if your boyfriend see you?-.

-Besides.- The first one continues (why hasn't Melissa presented them?): -I'm sure Tina is waiting for him at home.-.

-Ehm, uhm...- She panics and squeezes your hand with all her strength (not enough to hurt you anyway). The blonde grabs her by the shoulder, stating: -We won't bother you anymore, Tom.- and you now see terror filling her eyes.

-Actually.- You say, stopping her drawing: -I'm not expected for lunch today. I'll steal her from you for a few hours, I hope it's not a problem.-.

You can hear Melissa's heart skipping some pulses by the grasp on your wrist. The two girls withdraw and stare at you intensely, like lionesses ready to pounce on you.

-Of course. See you later, Melissa. We'll drop by.- With this sort of half-farewell, half-veiled threat, they pull away.

"Creepy. They didn't even look at each other for the entire time.".

Beyond you, the cheerleader is hyperventilating, and this once her nails pinch you.

-Ouch! Do you want to explain me now?-.

-What?- She comes out of her trance: -N-Not here, not now.- she takes a decisive step and passes you, dragging you with her.

-Wait, hold on, what's going on? Why all this farce, what's the problem?-.

She stops and freezes, like thinking about something. Then, she lets you go.

-You're right. I must have exaggerated. Thank you for the help, see you.-.

W-Wait, now she wants to go away? You start chasing her and calling her, but she continues undaunted and doesn't give you any more attention.

-What's wrong with you? Is this a joke? Are you scared of something? It didn't seem to me that you thought you were overreacting! Why do you ignore me now???-.

-Because!- She turns around, a distraught expression on her face: -Because if I listen to you it means that I believe it! It means that it's not only my imagination, ok??-.

-Hey, keep calm, we are in the park...- Indeed people are watching, but she doesn't loosen her temper.

-So yes, I must have overreacted and it must have been a joke, because if that's not the case...- Now she falters, words dying in her throat. You frown and start to get really worried.

-...then we are all in danger.-.

---

-Aww~~

Eyes closed, you relish the vastity of pleasure that floods your body which is branching from your stretched pussy, shagged by your purple dildo.

-Yes Tom, like this, just like this...~~

Your moans get covered by louder noises coming from behind your son's door: groans, bed springs, furniture moved. You slow down the pace, smirking at Daniel's tired voice. You hear him collapsing on the bed, then some steps, and the door opens.

-Goodbye Mrs. Martinez.- The newly arrived girl is already taking leave. You admire her form: a tanned, 21 years old girl, with dark brown hair and two pulpy lips. No wonder why your son has a crush on her, you find her hot by yourself. Even if you have pleased Danny in every way during these last days, you have also noticed a kind of... distress with him. After all, you've thought, you were still decades older than him: he necessitated a girlfriend of his age! And, as much as you wanted to be always close to your teddy-puppy and satisfy every his need, your little child is no longer a kid, thus he needed his space; so you've questioned him about his ideal girl, and here we are.

-Goodbye sweetie.-.

Some other steps and: -Goodbye Mrs. Martinez, thank you again for your hospitality.-.

-Goodbye Mrs. Browly.-.

...of course, young people today cannot be left alone in the room, who knows what they could do! The most obvious thing was to rely on Anne Browly's family, and luckily she had a quite good-looking stepmother. You had a stroke of luck when you've found them alone at their home, and you've taken them without anyone noticing.

"Well, I've fooled around enough for today.".

You take your phone and dial Heather's number. While it's ringing you grab your tits, enjoying the feeling of having your nipples twisted. Big, squashy globes. God, you love this body.

-Hey sugar!-.

-Mrs. Martinez!- Comes her lovely, young voice: -I'm glad to hear you! Uh, I hope to find you healthy and that everything is fine!-.

You grin, noticing that she's panting like your son on his bed. Naughty, naughty Heather...

-Oh, you are too thoughtful! And please, call me Trish. I have good news about your maid, but first of all, I wanted to inform you that our photos have served their purpose. Therefore I thank you again, honey.-.

No answer this time. Mmm... maybe you have brought to her some good memory...

-Heather?-.

-Uh, yeah, sorry, I'm-I'm happy to learn it. And I apologize again for the inconvenience I am causing you Mrs... I mean, Trish.-.

-Tut-tut, I've said it's fine. About that, I want to inform you that I got her address.-.

-Really?- She lightens up: -How did you do it?-.

"What a curious child..." You giggle.

-Oh, it was easy actually. I've tried with a few calls, but then when the postman passed I said to myself, "let's ask him", so I invited him in and gave him a deep...-.

You then proceed to tell her, detail by detail, your spirited encounter with Stewie the mailman, who certainly has returned home much happier than before. You dwell in particular on his dedication to work, which has required you to adopt some refined and deep, very deep persuasion techniques to get him to reveal where he was leaving the maid's mail.

-I... I see...-.

-About that address...-.

---

-Here you go.- The waitress, a cute girl a bit older than you, serves you your sandwiches. You politely thank her, and then ask Melissa if she has calmed down a little. Judging by the dreadful eyes with which she's staring at the waitress, she didn't.

"What have I gotten into?" You say to yourself: after all, why on earth are you trying to help Melissa out of everyone?

-Thank you, but I can't eat this thing.- She proclaims.

-Why? Does ham make you fat?-.

-No, stupid! Because it can be- She lowers the tone but not her agitation: -a trap.-.

-A trap? This?- You bite it and swallow it.

-Well, I admit this mustard is not the best.-.

-Don't joke! This is serious!-.

-Then why don't you tell me what "this" is about? Because after saying that we are all in danger, you have not added anything else.-.

-Because... argh!- She massages her mouth exasperated: -You won't believe me.-.

-Try me. At this point, I'm open to everything.-.

Melissa curls her lips and finally takes her decision. Her necessity to confide with someone outweighs all her reticence.

-Fine. This morning...-.

---

-Goddamn!-.

You were walking towards your class along with your posse, when you sensed something missing in your pocket. They turned to you asking what was wrong.

-I forgot my cellphone in the locker room. I'll be back in a moment.- You changed direction and went back to the changing room, having just spent an hour off for cheerleading training. As you were getting closer, yet, you heard some strange sounds coming from inside. You peeked in from behind the door and you almost didn't believe your eyes. Kendall and Lindsay, two other cheerleaders, haven't yet changed their uniforms... and the first was licking the second's buttcheeks.

-Mmm... Kendall...- Purred Lindsay. You were astonished: rumors were circulating about Lindsay, but Kendall! She had a boyfriend!

"Oh my God! This is so... eugh!" You though, determined to stop that crap. But then, you remembered that your dear friend Kendall was trying to steal from you the position of the head cheerleader, and that you always hated Miss Bimbo there. This was a too-good opportunity to pass it up.

Meanwhile, Lind-dyke had kneeled down and haf lifted her jersey, and Kendall had started sucking her little tits muttering disgraceful moans.

-K-Kendall, I didn't know... ohh...-.

Bleagh! That was disgusting! But you **** yourself to keep observing, even when the blonde seated the other one with her legs apart, baring her crotch and starting to lick it.

"Wait for everyone to know this, Kendall!" You triumphally thought, yet annoyed by her vulva being fluttered in your direction. Wait, when had she discarded her panties?

-Ohh! Ohh!!!- Lindsay was screeching in a shrill pleasure, her disheveled hair falling all over her face.

-Kendall!! You... you have done this before?!-.

That was impossible, having already done it? Kendall hated lezzies, she had laughed of them with you more than one time! But then, what was she doing now? You were left even more speechless by Kendall's next sequence of actions.

The blonde cooed a sultry giggle, lifting her head and pervily sliding her own panties on Lindsay's legs. The redhead moaned at such naughtiness, and Kendall resumed her mouth's work with her fingers. Then, she locked their lips in a passionate French kiss. You could hear the clammy sounds of their tongues dancing, playing. Oh God, they seemed so, so... horny...

"Wait, I'm not getting excited by this, right?" But you nonetheless jumped when Kendall moved behind the girl and grabbed her tit too, with Lindsay fully embracing her passion holding her lover by the nape. You could see the blonde's hand strung inside Lindsay's new panties, her manicured digit rubbing and rubbing Lindsay's clit while she fed with her moans.

-Mmm! MMM!!!- Lindsay freed her mouth to scream: -KENDALL I'M CU- then with a pinched squeal her body jolted several times, eventually collapsing on the other cheerleader's one. Kendall retreated her hand, soaked with the same fluids that were expanding on the white fabric between Lindsay's thighs.

"Bloody... hell...".

-Kendall...- Lindsay panted, only for her cheek to be caressed. The redhead was crying with joy.

-I'm so happy! I've always... I've always loved you!-.

You goggled: that definitely was something! Ohh, Kendall would have been so over after this! It would only take you an hour to let everyone know, or at least everyone important! While you were looking forward to the succulent gossip, they kissed again.

-MGH!!!- Suddenly Lindsay opened wide her eyes, shaking like she was being choked by something. Hold on, have you seen double or something slimy did actually fly from Kendall's mouth to Lindsay's?

The girl retracted, coughed for a bit, begged Kendall's name, and then she abruptly calmed down.

Kendall got closer once again, gently taking her arms with a devious grin plastered on her face. Lindsay looked at her and, slowly, the same smirk formed between her drooling lips.

-Welcome to the team.- Kendall finally spoke while teasingly brushing the other's form. Lindsay followed her moves with her head, inhaling deeply and closing her eyes.

-Mmm... I already love this body...- She purred in ecstasy.

"What... what's going on??" You trembled in terror. All of a sudden you felt like you were in great danger. Lindsay threw herself over Kendall, laying both of them on the floor where they kissed and... turned their head to you.

"!!!".

You crouched immediately, holding your breath. Did they see you? Did they know you were here? Was it-was it just a coincidence? Then, you heard them moving and you ran away without thinking about it twice.

---

-...I didn't know what to do, so I went back to class. When they arrived I tried to play it cool, but then... they were waiting for me outside, at the end of the lessons.- She finished her story, lowering her head.

You blinked once, twice... several times.

-Well... uh... this is...-.

But you stopped when you noticed that she was sobbing, and that tears were shining on her pretty face.

-I, I'm scared now! They will come for me! If it wasn't for you, I... I...-.

-Ok, ok, slow down!- You attempt to calm her. That story was incredible, but right now she is certainly not acting.

-You're telling me that they got... infected, like in Body Snatchers?-.

-They weren't clones, they were possessed by something!-.

-Yeah ok but... wait, do you know that movie?-.

She jolted and blushed heavily: -I mean... my, my boyfriend... what the fuck, that's not the point!-.

People around you are pretending not to pay attention, believing you're just a couple in an argument. But for how long? The conversation was becoming surreal.

-Listen.- You say quietly: -I would like to believe you...-.

-You know, it all began with your sister.- She points out: -Since she and her prig friend started to behave more strangely than usual!-.

You were left speechless, why is she talking about Tina now? As if she could have anything to do with that nonsense!

Melissa leans towards you, staring at you with her brown, inquisitors eyes: -Tell me I'm wrong. You live with her, you must have noticed something off, right?-.

-What? N-No...-.

-Are you sure?-.

...

"I mean... come on... aliens or, or demons! Not Tina, she can't be...".

-If you suspect her, why did you come to me then?- You ask to shift the subject.

-Because I had ****! Luckily I think you're too stupid to be one of them.-.

You cross your arms sulking. Meanwhile, Melissa is starting to lose her patience.

-You know what? Fine, don't help me.- She stands up and collects her schoolbag: -I'll get by on my own.-.

She swings around but you can't let her go, can you?

-Wait. Saying that you're telling the truth, where do you want to go? If they're looking for you, you can't go home or to your boyfriend.-.

She doesn't flick, clearly pondering on your words.

-So what do you suggest?-.

-Well...- Normally you would call one of your buddies and ask him to host her for a few days, but you're running out of friends.

She spins towards you with a flush of her hair: -To your house then.-.

-What???-.

-Either I'm wrong and your sister has nothing to do with this and it's still a safe place, but I'm never wrong, or she has but you've been spared for some reason, so it's safer to stay in your thereabouts.- She explains. Her reasoning has its logic, ok, but you can't allow that to happen! She can't, she can't see what's going on with your family!!!

-B-But what about your family, your friends? And your stuff?-.

She moves a tuft of hair from in front of her eyes with a wave of her head, placing it behind her ear: -I'll have to call some of those nerds that go after me to bring me my properties. Bleah! I hate the idea of them touching my things, but if those slimegirls have a bit of self-decency, they're the only safe access. About my friends, they're probably already burned like Kendall and Lindsay. My family...- she shrugs her shoulders: -...I can not do anything about them.-.

You're in awe, you look at her as if she was some supernatural entity. Also for the lack of affection shown towards her relatives, but above all for the promptness of spirit and the speed of analysis, together with the marked snobbishness that permeates all her reasoning. Melissa is all but some airhead cheerleader, and at this point you even suspect that this was her goal from the beginning.

Moreover, she has dismissed all your objections.

-Uh? What's with that face? I'm Melissa Sullivan, three times school queen, head cheerleader, and first for popularity in High School. Some freaky puke won't prevail over me.-.