Friday Night Fun

After taking seemingly forever to find a parking spot down near the harbor, three teens trudged around the final corner. Passing the old mansion of Captain Cork, which currently held the Honey Hollow Historical Society, “Scooter” Digby threw a hand out upon seeing nearly a dozen teens standing outside the home next door. Some smoked cigarettes while chatting with non-smokers.

“See? I told you, Ship!” Scooter pointed out, causing Chad Schipper to throw his own hands up in defeat.

“You boys get lost or something?” Thane Taulsen chuckled. Next to him, Grant Harlow shook his head.

“Blame Ship,” Jack Hewitt responded, nodding at his two older guys. A fairly decent baseball player, Jack hoped to join Thane and Grant on the varsity team in the spring. “We went to the wrong Falkenburg house.”

“Sophomores,” Grant commented, rolling his eyes at Thane.

“True. Everyone knows that Quillan’s house on Bumble has been undergoing renovations for years. He claims that his parents want it to be perfect,” Thane recalled.

“Are we even sure his parents are alive? I swear nobody has seen them in forever. Maybe their bodies are in that basement,” Grant snickered.

“Rich people. I swear his parents have been traveling since I met Quintessa,” Thane remarked, referring to Quillan’s older sister.

“It’s not my fault. Clark told me to go there,” Chad protested, blaming his older brother.

“And you believed him?” Thane responded. “Clarkie never stops with his pranks.”

“Well, he is for now. Your big bro is inside, still whining about what Bridget’s little sister did to his knee,” Grant said, gesturing toward the historic mansion.

“Come on.” Thane motioned toward the three sophomores to follow him into the old mansion.

A three-story building, the house had been the original jewel for the Falkenburg family in the early days of Honey Hollow. A merchant family, Quillan's ancestors had worked closely with the legendary Captain Cork in establishing Fairwater, Honey Honey's initial name, as a trading port in the region. Over time, the Falkenburgs had desired to be accepted as one of the more prominent blue-blooded families in the city, thus triggering their move to the exclusive Bumble Boulevard neighborhood. Considered the preeminent second-tier Bumble family, the Falkenburgs often felt slighted by that reputation.

“So Quillan’s family owns both mansions?” Jack asked, walking through the door.

“I think his dad’s cousin technically owns this place, but they’re never here,” Thane answered. “Okay, newbies, there are a few rules to follow at these parties. First, when you’re outside, be respectful to the neighbors. They’re pretty cool with parties happening as long as we don’t get too loud. That means no obnoxious screaming on the way in or out.”

“No pissing in the neighbors’ yards either,” Grant added.

“Right! Second, stay in the basement or on the first floor. The music and beer are down in the basement, with the pool and card tables on the first floor,” Thane continued. “The kitchen tends to be the hot girl spot when they need a break.”

“Although, they have a cool speaker system that Danilo helped set up that allows speakers on the first floor to play what he deejays in the basement,” Grant mentioned.

“Yep, I don’t know how Quill kept that from his parents,” Thane admitted before finishing with the rules. “Lastly, you aren’t allowed on the second and third floors, especially for bringing girls up there to fool around with.”

Neither senior mentioned that while the rule existed, everyone sought to break it. Quillan wasn’t as sharp as Quintessa had been in spotting people sneaking up to the bedrooms. Practically all partygoers agreed that with Quintessa heading down to Breakwater University a year ago, parties were decidedly more laid back under her little brother’s watch. Quillan seemed to relish in the Falkenburgs taking over from the Penfolds as the best party-throwers.

Walking through the foyer, the older guys led the youngsters on a mini-tour of the first floor. Just outside the kitchen, they spotted a pair of juniors talking to McCoy Quarry and Wayne Parker. Backup quarterback Herschel Cline merely nodded at the newcomers while he continued to listen to Coy explain how a play unfolded perfectly. His close friend Oliver Ragg broke off from the football conversation to greet the three sophomores. A damn fine cornerback on the football field, Oliver also excelled as a centerfielder on the diamond. He'd long known Jack and Scooter from Little League and pushed to make sure they played on the high school squad this spring.

“Come on, Ollie, you know Chad sucks at baseball,” Jack laughed, responding to Oliver’s efforts to get his other friend to attend a tryout.

“Never helps for a scrub to be our team manager,” Grant cracked.

"Hey, watch it, Harlow," Thane warned his friend and teammate. Then, gesturing toward the kitchen, he proclaimed, "Cassie's an awesome unofficial manager for the cheerleaders. My sister says so all the time. There's nothing wrong with roles like that, Schipper. Your brother figured that out playing Stinger."

Having barely glanced away from his explanation to Hershel, Coy now did at the mention of Grant’s last name. His usual confidant face paled slightly at noticing Gemma’s twin brother. Grant caught the look.

“You better be worried, Quarry. My sister is royally pissed. She’s on the prowl to seduce one of your closest friends. No, I wouldn’t get my hopes up, Parker. She’s not into clumsy oafs,” Grant remarked, causing Thane to hold a hand up at Wayne Parker. “You’re better off serving as Coy’s on and off-the-field bodyguard. Still, Gem can take you.”

“Look, it’s not my fault. It’s my–”

“Parents. Yeah, we all know,” Grant interrupted. “But you’re the one that’s taking a date other than my sister to homecoming.”

“Connie’s not really a date. She’s just a family friend,” Coy clarified.

“If you say so. Just know that Gem is more pissed off than if you’d picked Bridget.”

“And let’s not forget about Bridget,” Thane added. “Word is that she skipped this party. She never skips parties, especially post-game parties. Man, you better grow an extra pair of eyes in the back of your head. Those two scorned girls are coming for you.”

“It’s not my fault. Connie’s just a family friend!”

"Sure, whatever," Thane replied, throwing his hands up. Nudging Jack, he nodded for him and his friends to head toward their right. The sophomores did so, entering what they would later learn to be the study.

The first thing that caught Jack’s attention was Cody Higby and Shakir Wright engaged in a pool match with Abacus Kessler and Pernell Sweet. Despite their stellar night on the gridiron, the two juniors appeared to be losing handily to the pair of basketball players.

Milling around as spectators, Kimberly Goose and Maura Afton were still clad in their gold with black-trim cheerleader uniforms. Kimberly appeared to be paying particular attention to Cody. Not far past them, Grey Doubleday half-listened as their host, Quillan, talked her ear off. The Sugarbee wasn’t in her uniform like the cheerleaders.

Swinging their gaze to the right, the sophomores followed as Thane led them over to the card table. Barnabas Kessler, Duke Hager, Jerry Yegge, and Shayla Cooke each held down a seat while studying their cards. Seated on top of a short bookshelf behind Shayla, Tinny Day leaned forward to study her cheermate's cards over her shoulder. Similar to their friends, the two girls each wore their uniforms.

Jack looked up to notice a speaker on the wall as a new song started.

“All the players, all the hustlers. I'm talkin' 'bout a black man heaven here,” Duke said, mimicking the song. “You know what I'm sayin'?”

"It's beginnin' to look a lot like what?" Kessler, the older, sang. "Follow my every step. Take notes on how I crept, I's bout to go in depth."

Barnabas halted his rendition of “Player’s Ball” to take a long swig from his 40 oz of Olde English. Duke sang along, nodding at his cards.

“Not that card. What are you doing?’ Tinny exclaimed, jabbing her finger forward.

"I know how to play spades, Tin. And I thank you not to jab your finger in front of my face," Shayla replied coldly.

“Whatever. It’s your loss.” The petite brunette reached down to grab her bottle but paused to sing Outkast’s hook once it hit.

All the players came from far and wide
Wearin' afros and braids, kickin' them gangsta rides
Now I'm here to tell you there's a better day
When the player's ball is happenin', all day ery'day

“Hallelujah, hallelujah. You know I do some things more different than I used to. Cause I'm a player, doin' what the players do. The package store was closed; okay, my day is ruined,” Tinny rapped before pulling her own 40 oz to take a long drink.

She immediately choked on the beer when she spotted the latest arrivals.

“Heeyyy! I know you!” Tinny slurred, trying to recall the boy’s name. “Um, you’re whatshisname. Lemon’s cousin.”

“Uh, Jack,” the sophomore supplied.

"Riiigghht! Hey, everybody, listen up," the brunette announced, waving her arm with the large bottle. "Jack here helped us make a lot of money today. He's going to be a player around these parts. Yeah, I said it. Jacky's gonna get so much pussy…, and you know why? Because he can bake!"

“Bake? How’s that going to get this scrawny kid any tail?” Jerry scoffed, letting off a loud roar of laughter. Duke joined him while Barnabas eyed up the now uncomfortable sophomore.

“It will too!” Tinny yelled. She attempted to slap Jerry only to slam her shoulder into Shayla’s.

“Tin!”

“Actually, she might have a point,” Oliver stated. “Yeah, yeah, I know Day’s drunk, but Graham said that his brother’s baking skills landed him a solid number of girls.”

“No shit?” Duke questioned. Turning, he nodded at Jack with respect.

“Fuck, if that’s Harvey Diamond’s big secret, then we all fucked up,” Kessler remarked.

“You need a big dick too!” Tinny pointed out.

“Dammit, who gave Tinsley a forty?” Miranda challenged, entering the study. “You know she’s too small to handle that.”

Nobody at the table answered, as they mostly looked sheepish and shrugged. Finally, Tinny began to defend her tolerance levels until a challenge distracted Miranda.

“Yo, Thane, Grant, you guys want next?” Cody questioned after his joint victory.

“Oh, hell, no!” Miranda responded instead. “Thane needs to pay me some attention now.”

“Does my lady want a dance?” Thane inquired, wrapping his arm around the blonde’s waist.

“Something like that,” Miranda responded saucily.

Oohs rang out until a new pair accepted Cody's challenge. After Abacus and Pernell's defeat, Coy and Wayne declared their intent to reclaim pride for the football team.

"Kimmy, what are you…get away from him," Miranda mouthed the last part. She didn't like the way that her cheermate lingered near Cody. Everyone knew the point guard's girlfriend, Lucy, wouldn't take kindly to Kimberly crushing on Cody. That possibility brought back a memory from last year to the blonde, causing her to mutter, "Gawd, what is it with Kim and basketball players."

“Oh, look who it is. Mr. She’s Just A Friend,” Tinny muttered, her eyes staring daggers at the quarterback.

Any plans to confront Coy for breaking Bridget’s heart ended as a new beat began. Immediately looking up at the ceiling, Tinny let out a whoop.

“Aw shit! This is my jam! Cass! Cass, get your ass in here!”

This is how we do it
It's Friday night and I feel all right
The party is here on the West side
So I reach for my 40 and I turn it up
Designated driver take the keys to my truck

"Tinsley! Quillan yelled, seeing the brunette turn over her bottle enough for some to spill on the floor.

“Sorry,” Tinny apologized.

That didn’t stop the petite cheerleader from moving her upper body back and forth while she half-danced. Still sitting on the short bookshelf, it was only a matter of time before she fell off.

“Whoa,” Tinny sounded, managing to land on her feet. Then, playing it off as she meant to do it, she started to dance with her whole body. “Cass!”

No bookish redhead appeared, so Tinny slapped Shayla to join her fun.

“I'm kinda buzzed; it's all because,” Tinny sang.

“This is how we do it,” Shayla carried the chorus.

“Kinda?” Grant questioned.

“Oh, I'm buzzing because,” the petite brunette continued, flipping her middle finger at Gemma’s brother.

“This is how we do it,” Shayla added automatically while dealing the next round of cards.

"Cassandra!" Tinny screamed before singing the following line. "Oh, it's party time."

“This is how we do it,” the future cheer captain added again.

“Fuck this. I’m going downstairs,” Tinny announced. “I wanna dance.”

The door shut behind the couple. Thane eyed his lovely regular date as she sauntered further into the room, adding an exaggerated swing to each step. He loved the way the gold and black skirt swished, sending tantalizing glimpses of her tight ass checks straight to his groin.

“Gee, what kind of dancing can we do in here?” Thane asked cheekily.

Miranda responded by bending forward until she placed her hands on the hardwood floor. The blonde added a slight hop of her ass that caused the skirt to flip up. The move revealed a flimsy pair of white lace panties. Not the bloomers worn as part of the standard cheer uniform. Then, she shifted to peer back at Thane with a wink.

“Oh, I thought you’d want to see a new cheer routine.”

“I’d like that.”

SLAP

Miranda emitted a loud moan at the hard slap to her ass. Standing up, she swung around, her hands immediately going to the bottom of her male friend's shirt. Ripping it up over his head, Miranda admired Thane's exposed body.

Biting her lip, the blonde regretted not noticing Thane as a potential boyfriend until Shelly’s lakehouse party. Only after Thane showed kindness and compassion to Bailey Thirlby during the chickenfight did Miranda suddenly realize the athletic guy wasn’t merely Topaz’s little brother.

It had been Miranda who made the first move a week after the party. Their first date showed a connection and enough common interests to keep the outings going. And while they’d never officially had the boyfriend-girlfriend conversation, Miranda felt they had turned into a couple.

Moving her hands down to his waist, Miranda ducked Thane's kissing effort. With a shake of her head, she made a "nu-uh" sound. Pushing the leather strap out of the loop, the blonde worked the belt undone before dropping it. Next, her hands unzipped his pair of jeans, whipping them down to his ankles. And while Thane kicked his feet out of the pants, Miranda dropped to her knees.

The blonde smiled at the pair of black and gray checkered boxers. Playfully, Miranda reached out to tap the tented section. Another tap followed before she reached out to palm Thane’s private parts.

“Whatever do we have here?”

“Take them off and find out.”

“Gee, I don’t know if I should do that, Mr. Taulsen,” Miranda said, giving her voice a higher-than-usual pitch. She loved the extra twitch her words and tone caused. Only a couple of weeks ago did the cheerleader learn that Thane’s excitement increased with minor roleplaying. “Isn’t it wrong for a student to see her teacher’s thingy?”

“Not for a biology lesson, Miss Underwood,” Thane replied, pleased that he thought of that line on the fly.

“If you say so, sir.”

Miranda’s green eyes met Thane’s blues as she reached out to pull down his boxers. Never breaking eye contact, Miranda ran her tongue over her lips as she cooed at the size of his exposed member. Then, still staring at him, the blonde moved forward.

“It's so big, sir. How does something that huge fit inside little old me?”

“You see, students like yourself will be able to stretch to–Jesus!” Thane swore as Miranda surprised him with her action.

“It’s so warm,” the cheerleader moaned.

Rather than kiss or suck on his cock, Miranda began to rub her cheek against it. She continued doing this while rubbing the hot shaft all over her right cheek. Then, the blonde shifted to repeat the process on her left side. All the while, she commented about Thane's cock's size and temperature. Eventually, precum appeared, getting Miranda's cheek sticky in a few spots.

“Oh, shit, oh fuck!” Thane moaned, shocked that Miranda performed some sort of a cheekjob. It felt almost lewd at the way she caressed his cock against her cheeks. “You gotta stop, babe. Or I’m going to blow.”

“We can’t have that,” Miranda agreed. “If I have to take this uniform to the drycleaners for a second straight week, people are going to get suspicious.”

Thane cringed a little in embarrassment. Last Saturday, Miranda had nailed his fetish with her dirty talk, causing him to blow a huge load all over her cheer top. Rinsing it out in her bathroom sink right after hadn’t helped.

After standing up, the blonde leaned forward to issue a soft kiss. However, before Thane could escalate the kiss, Miranda shoved him hard. The forceful blow sent Thane tumbling back onto the bed.

Miranda followed by pouncing onto the bed next to Thane. Next, she threw a leg over him and laid on top of him. A light kiss on the lips followed before the cheerleader pulled back to a sitting position. The move left his erection slightly pushing against her panty-covered mound. The pressure increased after Miranda spread her legs, lowering herself down against his rod. A subtle grind followed, along with a mischievous smile.

“What’s this, Mr. Taulsen? Is this one of those p-things?”

“Yes, it is. It’s called a penis, Miss Underwood.”

“A penis?” Miranda gasped in a whisper.

The blonde began to slowly ground her panty-covered pussy along Thane’s rock-hard erection. He brought his hands initially up to her hips before moving them over to stroke her back lightly.

“P-E-N-I-S. What’s that spell? Penis!” Miranda cheered. She’d rubbed herself against his aching cock on each letter before bouncing down on her cheer. All the while, the blonde loved the strained expression forming on her regular date’s face.

Thane's hands found their way to Miranda's toned ass. First, he rubbed it while marveling at the firmness of her cheeks. Then, he squeezed hard enough to cause Miranda to squeak. This spurred her on to spread her legs even farther while she pulled her knees up somewhat. Then, leaning upright, she placed her hands on his chest.

Locking in on Thane’s blue eye again, Miranda began to dry-hump him hard and fast. Occasionally, she spelled out the word penis, reciting her new cheer three more times.

However, when Thane’s hands moved to her front to grab her uniform-covered breasts, Miranda knocked them away. Wagging a finger, she warned him about that not being allowed.

“Naughty, naughty, Mr. Taulsen. Cheerleaders aren’t supposed to let their teachers touch their boobies.”

“But it’s the next biology lesson, Miss Underwood.”

“Oh! Then, it’s time to learn about dicks? D-I-C-K. Go Dicks!”

After performing the cheer, Miranda raised herself into a squatting position. She shifted to her knees, pulling her damp panties down before lifting herself up again. Now hovering her pussy just barely above his dick, Miranda suddenly had a pressing thought. Reverting to her normal voice, she asked a question.

“Thane, do you want to be my boyfriend?”