Taking Charge

"My turn?! No way, Gabby. No way," Bridget replied, shaking her head firmly at the suggestion.

"Aww, c'mon. Live a little," the dark-haired teen pushed, looking back from where her head rested on the deck. Wiped out from the double-penetration, Gabby laid on her stomach, mostly out of the hot tub. "Make this a memorable night."

"Memorable? Yeah, it's already been that."

"I'm with Bee, Gabs," Shelly spoke up. "Knox and Roger are likely down for the count."

"And I'm not into stuff like that," Elton piped in, the owner of lone rejuvenated cock shaking his head almost as firmly as Bridget.

"You got one ready," Gabby continued, nodding at Elton. "And I bet Shelly can get Knox up again. Actually, I know she can. Besides, I wanna see your first anal."

"This isn't the--" Bridget began.

"Wait, you're an anal virgin?" Shelly questioned, her face swinging over to face Bridget.

"Um, yeah," the blonde answered, feeling a little embarrassed how everyone in the tub suddenly knew her business. Despite a quick taste test of the other two guys' dicks, Bridget felt only a limited connection with Elton. Knox appeared close with Shelly and a nice guy, but Roger flashed alarm bells in her danger sense. His body language and rough style of fucking didn't sit well in her mind.

"That's why I want to be there for you," Gabby pointed out. "You gotta do it."

"Nope, not happening," Shelly insisted. Taking charge and shooting her former protégé a dirty look, the older blonde continued. "No one should lose that virginity in a hot tub to a guy she just met. That's even before considering a DP. Save it for a special man."

Bridget nodded a grateful thanks to Shelly for backing her up. Usually receptive to Gabby's pressure to be wilder, Bridget suddenly felt her age as the youngest in the tub. She also didn't appreciate the pleading looks that her cheer mentor continued to shoot her. We're going to have a talk tomorrow about pressuring me in front of strangers. There's a line that makes me feel uncomfortable.

The uneasy, overwhelmed feeling led Bridget to reach over for her bikini bottoms. It might be time to rejoin the more subdued side of the party.

A hand clasped Bridget's wrist, stopping her from picking up the garment.

"Don't do that," Roger ordered, his voice firm. Nodding downward, he continued, "The idea of popping your forbidden hole is appealing.

Following the black-haired brute's motion, Bridget glanced down to see his cock slowly refilling with blood. The same dick that showed signs of recently exiting Gabriela's asshole.

"Sorry. We most have different ideas of what's appealing," Bridget replied, attempting to be polite. However, Roget didn't release her wrist.

"Maybe you just need to follow your friend's advice. New experiences can be enlightening for little girls like you." Roger paused, a sneer forming. "Why don't you help get me hard?"

"Roger," Shelly warned.

"You're crazy. Gabs might be like a sister to me, but I'm not licking her shit off you." Bridget shot a stern glare over at her cheersister. The same one that seemed to suddenly realize that she'd screwed up with her public pressure.

"Crazy?!" Roger twisted her wrist hard, yanking the arm closer to him. "Listen up, little girl. You're going to learn that teases get taught lessons in college. So get down there--"

"That's enough," Elton declared, sliding off the tub's edge into the water. Moving forward, he sought to free Bridget's wrist.

"Fuck off, pussy," Roger responded, shoving his college acquaintance hard and one-handed. "I'm about to get you a first to brag about."

"Roger!"

"Don't worry. You'll like it once you stop being scared," Roger vowed, ignoring Shelly's shout. "All little girls do when they turn into little sluts."

He also ignored their hostess's shout at Knox to do something about his friend. Nearby Knox, Gabby tried to lift her exhausted body off the deck to no avail. All she accomplished was accidentally tripping Knox, who had started to intervene.

"Get to it, little girl!"

Whatever embarrassment, uneasiness, or blow to her confidence faded as Bridget confronted a problem she'd become accustomed to solving. That of an older man trying to intimidate her. People who met the buxom blonde beauty often performed the cardinal sin of judging her based on appearance. In their mind, they saw a blonde bimbo, worried only about clothes, boys, or a good time. They didn't know that an intelligent, strong-willed, and street smart teenager lay behind that carefree facade, wiser than her years in certain respects.

Bridget also recognized this as a critical moment for her future. Planning to attend Zurbrugg College next year, she knew what her reputation would be if she didn't firmly put Roger in his place. There was no way that the daughter of Seamus and Pepper Fallon would be seen as a pushover.

So when Roger's hand reached to grab her hair, with the intent to **** her head down to his cock, Bridget coolly ducked it. Having sized Roger up earlier, the blonde doubted he had that extra gear of cruelty to concern her. Roger Gentle wasn't a Clancy Klackhurst. The college student appeared to think that his size alone was a threat, so Bridget didn't worry about him pulling out a weapon. And in Roger's sheltered world, he never expected a high school girl to perform that very move.

Having performed a quick survey the moment Roger's intentions became clear, Bridget spun her body away from the big brute. His reaction came in a laugh, with him saying that she wasn't getting away that easily. Yanking the blonde back toward him by the wrist that he still held, Roger never saw the next move coming. Nor did he understand why he now felt an object against his neck.

"Bee!" Gabby exclaimed, putting two-and-two together the quickest.

"Let go," Bridget hissed, putting her face inches from her adversary.

"What the hell?" Roger uttered, moving his head back to see what had been placed against his neck.

"Oh, shit!" Shelly added in her high pitch voice, realization hitting her. "Bridget, no glass in the hot tub!"

"Am I supposed to be scared?" Roger chucked, catching sight of the empty margarita glass.

"You should be," Gabriela stated, finally able to pick herself off the deck.

"Don't push her," Shelly warned her once college friend. No drunken excuse tomorrow would justify Roger's behavior in her eyes, and she would spread the word.

Bridget didn't say a word as she stared with challenging eyes at the man that still held her wrist.

"Ha! I'm not afraid of a high school girl. What you gonna do? Hit me with that?"

"No. First, I'm going to break it. Then, I'm going to make you bleed." Lowering her eyes, Bridget smirked. "Maybe that will clean off your dick."

"Ooh! I'm terrified," Roger mocked. But it was all for appearances as something in the teenager's manner led him to finally let go of her wrist.

Pride led him to continue to deny his concern as Bridget promptly spun away. Ignoring the brute's comments, the blonde put her bikini back on, telling her two friends she wanted to clean up.

"Nice meeting you, Elton. Same to you, Knox. Too bad it ended this way."

"Bee, wait!" Gabby yelled, still moving slowly.

"Don't worry about it, Gabs. We're good."

"Hey, get back here, bitch! No high school cheerleader is going to threaten me and get away with it!"

"I'm a high school cheerleader," Gabby stated, after turning back to face the sex partner that she regretted. "And if you go anywhere near my friend again, I'll finish what she started."

"Ooh! The little girls down here like to talk big."

"It's not talk, Rog," Shelly responded, sarcastically emphasizing his nickname. "Bridget would've fucked you up. She knows how to. Her dad is a private investigator."

"So what? This isn't a movie. In real life, all private investigators do is take pictures of cheating husbands or serve subpoenas. My uncle is a cop, so I know."

"Bridget's dad is pretty close to fiction. He's hated in Honey Hollow by much of the police ****. Why? Because he's taken down several corrupt cops," Gabby stated.

"Shit, that happens everywhere."

"Does taking down a sex cult happen everywhere? Mr. Fallon did that almost forty years ago with Wasp Lake's version of the Manson Family," Shelly explained.

"My dad helped!" Gabby boasted proudly, raising a hand.

"Really?" Knox questioned in surprise. "I thought that was like an urban legend.

"Nope. It happened, honey," Shelly continued. "Oh, and you know why they have all those call boxes around campus?"

"That's because of The Corner Slasher! We talked about him in my criminology class last fall," Elton responded.

"Yep, the Slasher killed three people and stabbed four others around Zurbrugg back in the early 80s."

"And Seamus Fallon is the one that caught him, not the police as they claim," Gabby revealed before scoffing. "As if the campus police could even bust a party on a Thursday night."

"So what? That doesn't mean shit--" Roger continued to boast.

"Let me tell you a story about Bridget," Gabby smirked. "Once upon a time--"

"Hold up, Gabs. First, let me make it clear, Rog, you better find a ride tonight. Cause you ain't sleeping in my house," Shelly proclaimed.

"I drove down here with Knox."

"And you're driving back with someone else," his now ex-friend pointed out. "Now, shut up. I want to hear this story."

Bridget entered the bathroom connected to Shelly's bedroom with a loud sigh. Running into Rachel outside the lakehouse had to be close to the worst-case scenario. The redhead had an uncanny ability to sense a problem while becoming a human lie detector. It took mere minutes to get the whole hot tub story out of Bridget. By the end, Rachel's face matched her hair, leading her to march in the direction of the gazebo.

"Great, now this is going to be a bigger deal. No way this doesn't get out in one form or another," Bridget told her mirror reflection. "That's going to mean more rumors."

Taking off her bikini, Bridget pulled out a washcloth and a hand towel. Despite Shelly's best efforts to lick her clean, the teenager still felt sticky and icky from where Elton constructed a pearl necklace. Honestly, much of the stickiness might be due to Shelly's saliva.

Slowly wiping her body down, Bridget wondered how she always found herself in these situations. First, there had been that Wolf at the strip poker game. Then, she had to deal with Clancy Klackhurst before finally having to handle Roger. Alright, Clancy's issue with me is more about my dad and our families. But what is it about me that causes college guys to think that I'm some wallflower just waiting to be their plaything? Is it my looks? How I carry myself? Or has my reputation gotten that bad?

Pondering the subject for a moment, Bridget thought back to her friends' feelings on the matter. Do I look for trouble? Or does my idea of fun get too close to the line? Thinking the matter over more, she recalled what her parents had said repeatedly. No, it's not my fault. It's on the men for the way they behave. If it wasn't me, then it would be another girl they pull this shit on. And it might work on girls that don't have parents like mine.

Suddenly, Bridget snapped out of her musings as she'd heard a noise close by. Still naked, she slowly opened the door to Shelly's room, peeking out. The room lay empty. Shutting the door, the teenager listened while studying the bathroom's layout. Wait, that's the closet right there. So what's that door? Oh, crap, this is the bathroom for two bedrooms!

With that realization, Bridget thanked her luck that nobody had walked in on her from that other bedroom. Yet, hearing the sound repeat again, the blonde's curiosity got the better of her. Reaching over, she flicked the lights off and moved toward the other door.

It took longer for her eyes to adjust to the darkness than Bridget would've liked. The moonlight helped a tad bit as she could make out a light-haired woman's head bobbing up and down. Maybe a blonde? As if that narrows it down, the fellow blonde held in a chuckle. As to the man sprawled out on the bed, she hadn't a clue as only his lower torso lay within her sightline.

Spying on another couple might prove fascinating or entertaining, but only if the voyeur knew the identities. In this case, Bridget grew bored after only a minute. What's the point? Bridget figured, reaching down to find the doorknob. About two seconds away from shutting the door, the watcher's head rocked back as the bobbing blonde stopped to speak.

"Aren't I the best?"

Sela?! Bridget gasped.

Of all her cheermates, discovering Sela Wynwick sucking dick might be the biggest shock. Okay, maybe introverted Kimberly or studious Rain might be the bigger shocks, but finding the uptight, pretentious, and image-conscious blonde still ranked high. No guy ever seemed good enough for Sela to date. Jokes abounded around the squad that their old co-captain would only have sex in a luxurious room fitting her high standards. So, how the hell did she end up in a random bedroom at a party?

"That's right. I am the best. And I'm the only woman worthy of you. Right?"

"Right."

Bridget strained to decipher the man's voice. Unfortunately, the single word wasn't enough. So she continued to watch as Sela leaned down to take a long lick from the mysterious man's member.

"This belongs to me. You belong to me," Sela said, taking a tight grip of the above-average dick while she looked up expectantly.

"And you belong to me. No one else matters," he replied.

What the--Oh. My. GAWD!!!

"It's our destiny. So keep that in fucking mind the next time one of those hussies wants you to be their partner. I'm your only partner, Calum!"

Sela and Calum?! B-But they're cousins. Distant cousins, but still cousins. Third? Fourth? Yeah, third cousins, I think.

Watching as Sela moved forward to straddle her cousin, Bridget shook her head in denial. No way. No fucking way! The shock she felt manifested itself into hyperventilating as Sela dropped down onto Calum's cock. Covering her mouth with her hand, the blonde in the bathroom watched as the blonde on the bed let out a long, loud, "Yes."

I can't believe...how long has this been...Oh, my! Cassie was right. She figured this out. How the hell did she do that? I'm the detective's daughter!

After several slow up-and-downs, Bridget saw Sela lean forward out of her sight to kiss her own flesh and blood. Okay, I need to start paying more attention to everyone around me. I've become too focused on myself.

The scene before her eyes continued as Sela returned to a sitting position before starting back up her ride. Calum's hands appeared, moving to take a firm grip of his cousin's hips.

This is sick. They're family! It's sick, disgusting, perverted... Bridget's train of thought centered on the wrongness of the act before her eyes. Yet, like a trainwreck, she couldn't pry her attention away from the wicked scene. Never before has she seen Sela act so sexy, so wanton, so normal.

Normal?! As if this is anything normal. It's sick, disgusting, perverted, wicked, forbidden...and hot. Hot?! What the hell?

Realizing that she'd ventured down the rabbit hole too far, Bridget snapped out of her musings. That's when her shock turned internal. The mouth that once hyperventilated now bit its lips together. The hand that had helped stifle her shocked sounds now caressed her large breast. And the free hand left to its own devices for far too long now slid a finger back and forth along her wet slit.

Hurriedly shutting the door, albeit softly, Bridget flicked the bathroom's lights back on. Refusing to face her reflection, she swiftly put her bikini back on. In her hurry, the teen tripped, falling toward the counter. That caused her gaze to fall on her mirror version.

Oh, no! No, no, no! Don't look like that. I didn't find that hot. It's taboo. Bridget sternly warned herself.

Yet, the blonde in the mirror seemed to smirk back. You know, we do have a few handsome cousins. Liam is built similar to Calum. And Tommy is a big man. Is he big all over?

"Shut up!" Bridget hissed at the mirror, yanking the door open.

Descending the stairs from Shelly's bedroom this time around proved different. Instead of eyes showing awe, she found eyes dancing with mischief. Tongues weren't tied by her appearance, now they wagged with speculation. Some people turned away, not sure what to say. Others stared with either hope or disdain.

Great. The rumors have started.

"I shit you not. Rachel was slapping the shit out of some huge guy."

"Wait, who's Rachel?"

"Dude, everyone knows Rachel!"

"I'm not from around here," the second voice pointed out.

"Wait, where was Gabby?" asked a third voice.

"Getting pulled off the guy's back by Shelly."

Sighing, Bridget exited the house by the lakeside. That didn't stop the overheard talk. Most were whispers, but a few stood out.

"Quiet, there she is."

"That's her?"

"Always knew she was a..."

One of the older Sugarbees that graduated a year ago couldn't help but challenge the cheerleader.

"Get into more than you could chew, cheerslut?"

"Fuck off, Susie," Bridget shot back without stopping. "Don't think any of us forgot about your extra babysitting payments, homewrecker."

Walking down toward the lake, Bridget heard additional comments about the example she set for the other cheerleaders. Yet, as she grew closer to the predominantly high school side of the party, her reception changed as she found people concerned about her well-being or once again in awe of her.

You know what? Fuck this!

"Shayla, Maura, get your girls and bring them over to the fire," Bridget ordered the former sophomores.

Making a beeline toward the circle of chairs around the roaring fire, Bridget spotted Tinny sitting on the lap of Rusty's roommate. The petite brunette started to jump up after spotting her BFF, but Bridget motioned for her to stay in her spot. Cassie stood up, ignoring the gesture.

"Bee, are you okay? I wanted to come find you, but Cass said that you'd find us," Tinny complained.

"And she was right, Tin."

"What happened? Are you hurt?" Cassie asked, sliding closer to her co-BFF so that she could whisper. "Do we need to call someone or go somewhere?"

"Just point us at the guy, Fallon," Barnabas Kessler stated, twirling a thick branch in his hands as a substitute for a baseball bat. A couple of guys standing with him nodded.

"Okay, listen up, everyone!" Bridget practically yelled. "I'm fine. Despite whatever you heard, nothing bad happened. Sure, one guy from Zurbrugg thought I would be his little toy, but I handled it. I'm not a wallflower, you know."

Chuckles greeted that last line.

"As for other business," Bridget began, nodding at the approaching ex-sophomores. Then, turning, she scanned the circle of foldout chairs. "Annette, Miranda, Kimberly, Rain, Tinny, and you too, Cass, listen up. We're done waiting around for the school to get their shit together."

Pausing, Bridget scanned the wider crowd of female classmates.

"Spread the word, any girls that want on the cheer squads this year are to meet at my house Monday morning at 10am. Unofficial tryouts will happen across the street at Oakfield Park. And if the school administration doesn't like it, they can eat a dick."

Howls of cheers and laughter roared.

"Whatever you say, boss," Annette responded, raising her beer cup.

"I already have a list," Shayla revealed.

"Aye, aye, captain!" Tinny saluted with a shit-eating grin.