Sleepover at Rebecca's

After school ends, you find yourself by your locker looking for books to take home. Despite spending all your time with your girlfriends, you're not given much of a chance to slack off on homework. While stuffing your backpack, you smell a faint lavender scented perfume. Rebecca is leaning against the lockers next to you.

"Tough break during lunch, huh?" She asks.

"Eh, I'm used to it," you say. "She's been pretty mad at me for a while now. I was hoping she'd at least want to stay friends."

"Sam, no one here wants to just 'be friends' with you," Rebecca points out. "Even the teachers here want more."

"I don't know," you say. "Maybe Candy's different. It's been months since we had a conversation without her blowing up at me."

"Yeah, it's really starting to piss us off too," Rebecca says. "Every time we start talking about you in the lockers or during practice, she starts yelling at us to change the subject."

"You talk about me in the locker room?" You ask.

"All cheerleaders talk about their boyfriends," Rebecca says. "And we're all fucking the same guy. Of course, we talk about you."

You feel your cheeks flush and wonder what kind of things they discuss; like if they want you to join them in the showers, or if you'll catch them while they're changing out of their clothes, or...

"Hey, hey, stay focused here!" Rebecca says, snapping her fingers. "Candy's obviously pissed off about something. Maybe we can help settle her down. Is there anything you two used to do as friends that she might like?"

"Uh, maybe," you say. "We used to watch movies a lot and play video games together."

"You do that with us all the time," Rebecca says. "And most of the girls you know are into fantasy or sci-fi stuff."

Your memory starts to fail you. "Uh, I really can't think of anything special! I mean, we did all kinds of stuff went we slept over at each other's house..."

"That's it! A sleepover!" Rebecca cheers. "I can talk to the other girls on the team! We'll set something up at my place! My parents are gone for the weekend!"

"The other girls?" You repeat. "Won't she be pissed off if you're there with me?"

Rebecca puts a hand on her shoulder. "Sweetie, I love you, but your negotiating sucks ass. I'm the whole reason the rest of the team wanted to date you in the first place."

"Wait, really?" You ask. "I thought that was because they walked in on me, Denise, and Mrs. Cassidy when we had that three-way in the girls' locker room."

"Well, that helped," Rebecca admitted. "You do most of your best work when you're naked. You'll need us for the rest."

The rest? Something about that sounded odd. "This is just a sleepover, right? You don't really think Candy's getting naked, do you?"

Rebecca leans in towards your face. "When was the last date any of us had with you that didn't end with everybody naked?"

Before you can answer, she gives you a quick smooch on the lips. Then she turns around, makes a cute finger wave, and strolls away with a sway of her hips. "See you tonight, Sam!"