Friday Night Fun, Part II

Tinny glanced over at Danilo Carrillo with a glare as the next song started. Located behind his makeshift DJ booth, the self-styled DJ Rillo didn’t notice the dirty look from the cheerleader co-captain. He was too busy grooving to the beat as Shaggy’s “Boombastic” bounced off the walls.

If anything could be said of the Falkenburgs’ historic second home, it was that the basement had a dark and dank atmosphere, which made it perfect for house parties. And since Quillan had no issue with spending his parents’ money, Danilo had set up a fairly expensive lighting system that rivaled the local dance club. Using the controls, DJ Rillo shifted the spotlight to shine on a pair of Sugarbees.

Clearly, Naomi Fitch and Didi Bing had requested the song based on the way Naomi issued a single, sharp ass shake when the opening bass boom hit. Although Tinny didn’t mind the currently dark-haired dancer, she did despise the short blonde with a pixie haircut. She and Didi had hated one another for years.

So Tinny fumed as her archrival literally hogged the party’s spotlight. That emotion rose as she noticed Gemma dancing over while holding her hand high and together with Brock Beal’s fingers. It was obvious that that pissed-off redhead had made a move on Coy’s close friend as she playfully let go of his hand and twirled over to join her friends.

Smooth, just like a silk
Soft and cuddly, hug me up like a quilt
I'm a lyrical lover, no take me fi no filth
With my sexual physique, yah know me well built

The petite brunette fumed as a solid number of guys stopped moving to watch the three fit girls put on a show. Comments flowed about the girls' body parts and what they'd love to do to them. Usually favoring fast-paced movements, the Sugarbees had shaken things up this time. Moving slowly and sensually, they lowered and raised their bodies to the music. Pairs of hands followed a similar path along their curves. With the largest breasts, Gemma caressed that region the longest on passes.

I'm Boombastic, tell me fantastic
Touch me inna me back, she say I'm Mr. Ro-mantic
Call me fantastic
She touch me inna my back, she says I'm Mr. Boom-boom-boom-boom

What seemed to grab the girls’ male classmates' attention and titillate them came on each deep bass boom. That’s when the Sugarbees gave their asses an exaggerated push backward. In this area, Naomi won as she had the most desirable booty.

Scanning the basement, Tinny wished that Bridget hadn’t skipped coming. This was one of those moments when the duo would rise up to counter Gemma and Didi. Cassie wasn’t any help at all. Her other co-BFF enjoyed hanging out in the kitchen chatting with Janet and Felicity way more than showcasing her surprisingly sexy figure. Rain could be even worse. The brainy cheerleader definitely was off somewhere, engaged in a serious, thoughtful conversation. Kimberly was too needy for Tinsley’s taste. That usually left Miranda and Annette. However, Miranda had snuck off with Thane, and Annie currently sat atop Tin’s shit list.

Still, Tinny’s gaze landed on her slutty cheermate. Her eyes immediately narrowed at the manner in which Annette pushed her big tits up against Keegan Randle’s arm. What are you up to, bitch? Keegan isn't one of your usual targets. You're up to something, and I'm going to find out.

Tinny's suspicions felt justified as Annette appeared in stitches at whatever the class clown said. No way does Annie actually like him. Wait…nope, I’ve never heard jack shit about Keegan having a big dick or anything.

With her senior cheermates out as help, Tinsley swung her attention to the juniors. If Shayla hadn't been upstairs playing cards, she'd be a good partner. Maura was about as bad as Cassie or Rain. Haley might be her best option as she had an enthusiastic personality that Tinny liked. However, she saw the junior attempting to get her upcoming homecoming date to loosen up. Unfortunately for Haley, Graham Diamond wasn't the life of the party like his older brother.

So, that left a solid option in Zita.

“Zee! Zee! Get over here,” the petite brunette ordered as the song neared the end.

Tinny marched toward the DJ booth without even bothering to see if the dark-haired cheerleader was following her. Then, gesturing to get the guy's attention, she snapped, "Give me something to work with, Danny!"

Nodding at the petite brunette, DJ Rillo cued up a fun song for her, but Tinny’s moment got taken away from her.

“Hey, Tin, what’s up?” Cassie asked.

The long-delayed appearance of her bookish BFF in the basement distracted Tinny enough for Zita to enjoy Danilo’s song for her. The favorite part-time waitress at Luigi’s immediately waved over her closest friend on the squad to join her as the lights moved from the dance squad to the cheerleaders.

“Oh, it’s your song, Tin,” Cassie commented, beaming.

“Hello,” Tinny began before getting nudged unknowingly by Haley.

I wish I was a little bit taller, I wish I was a baller
I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her
I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat
And a six-four Impala

Even Cassie joined Zita and Haley in singing the chorus of Skee-lo’s “I Wish” before Haley took the first verse. Zita stole the second one while Tinny wondered what the hell had happened.

What the fuck?! I’m the shortest girl on the squad. I am! Oh…well, Babybees don’t count. Gawd, can this night get even worse? I could’ve had more fun staying home with Bridget and listening to her whine about Coy. Coy! Oh, you are so getting it now, motherfucker!

Tinny walked behind the booth with a devious idea, replacing any disappointment or annoyance, and requested two things. Well, more like demanded them from Danilo. First, she had a specific song to be played next. And second, she wanted his microphone. Getting the latter and satisfied that the former would happen, Tin hurried over to order Cassie to stay at her side.

While the junior pair of cheerleaders finished their wild and energetic performance, Tinsley watched the star quarterback like a hawk. Content that he wasn’t going to disappear, an impish smirk grew on the highflyer’s face. This wasn’t going to be some simple lip-synching performance. No, Tinny had requested just the music portion of the song and planned to have a little fun with the lyrics.

“Have you ever met a guy that you tried to date? But a year to make love he wanted you to wait?” Tinny opened, changing the song’s subject’s gender. “Let me tell ya a story of my friend’s situation.”

A few eyebrows raised as they put two and two together. Cassie voiced her friend’s name as a warning, but she got waved off. Didi also realized what was about to happen and glanced over at Gemma. Despite her hatred of Tinsley, the petite blonde would enjoy this public putdown.

“Oh shit,” Naomi sounded, her eyes widening.

For the cheerleaders, Maura took off in a dash to get upstairs to Shayla as fast as she could. Another of Tinny’s rivals, Elliot Ridge, turned from Paula Reedy to marvel as his prank war enemy’s nerve. He motioned for his best friend, Kirk, to start recording on The Buzzy Bee’s camcorder. Kirk only missed the first twenty seconds or so.

"Then, when Bee asked, "Do ya have a girl? " He tried to pretend. He said, No, I don't; I only have a friend," Tinny continued, getting a round of oohs. Then, covering the mic, she hissed at Cassandra that she better join in.

You, you got what Bee need but you say she's just a friend
And you say she's just a friend, oh baby
You, got what Bee need but you say she's just a friend
But you say she's just a friend, oh baby
You, got what Bee need but you say she's just a friend

"So Bee took blah-blah's word for it at this time. She thought just havin' a friend couldn't be no crime. Cause Bee has friends and that's a fact. Like Abacus, Barnabas, Elliot, and Kirk," Tinny rapped, continuing her impersonation of Biz Markie.

Differing reactions filled the basement. The basketball team all seemed to find Tinny’s performance hilarious. The football team appeared more measured. Several of Coy’s teammates snickered or hid their smiles, but most watched stonefaced while occasionally checking on their quarterback’s reaction.

“Everything sounded so dandy and sweet. Bee had no idea she was in for a treat.”

Gemma laughed at Bridget's shock tonight before shutting up as she remembered that Coy had also embarrassed her. That shifted the ginger's attention from Tinny to Coy, with her giving him quite the stink-eye.

“Every time that Bee called him, it seemed somethin' was brewin'. Bee called him on her dime, a girl picked up, and then Bee called again. Bee said, ‘Yo, who was that?’ and Coy said, ‘Oh, she's just a friend.’ Don't gimme that, don't even gimme that,” Tinny rapped. “Jus' bust this.”

Tinny held the microphone out for Haley and Zita to sing the chorus.

You, you got what Bee need but you say she's just a friend
And you say she's just a friend, oh baby
You, got what Bee need but you say she's just a friend
But you say she's just a friend, oh baby
You, got what Bee need but you say she's just a friend

After Tinny actually said his name, Coy’s expression turned sour. People started whispering about the growing red hue of his skin and swore they could see steam coming off the quarterback’s head.

In response, Tinsley altered the lyrics about a trip to college in the original song to a trip to Coy’s house. She also shot another glare at Cassie. The petite brunette absolutely wanted Bridget’s other co-BFF involved, even if it was only one line.

“Bee arrived in front of the home. Yo, could you tell me where is door Coy? They showed her where it was for the moment. Bee didn't know she was in for such an event. So Bee came to his room and opened the door.”

Tinny held out the mic.

“Oh, snap! Guess what Bee saw?” Cassie supplied before immediately looking guilty.

“A slut tongue-kissin' Bee’s boy in the mouth. Bee was so in shock her heart went down south,” Tinny sang. “So please listen to the message that I say. Don't ever talk to a boy who says he just has a friend.”

Tinsley finished the song by dropping the mic to the ground before giving Coy a pair of middle fingers. Marching out of the basement, she ignored Danilo’s complaint that she could break his microphone that way and the glares from the quarterback’s closest friends.

Glancing around, Gemma motioned for the Sugarbees to follow Tinny and the cheerleaders out of the basement.

A pair of hands clenched the headboard with a **** grip. Miranda felt like her feet were next to her hands, but she knew it only felt that way as Thane had her nearly bent over in half. It wasn't the most comfortable position for Miranda, but she didn't complain as she knew it helped fulfill Thane's fetish.

“Yes, oh, yes! You like that baby? You like fucking your cheerleader girlfriend?” Miranda questioned.

As they were now officially a couple, the blonde decided to have fun with Thane’s cheerleader fetish. However, while she knew it had been bred by years of Topaz’s cheer friends parading around the Taulsen home while Thane grew up, Miranda buried deep down any notions that Thane also had sexual desires for his big sister.

Perhaps she’d have second thoughts if Thane asked Miranda to dye her hair red someday.

Rather than deal with uncomfortable taboo topics, Miranda preferred to enjoy how Thane burrowed his thick shaft deep into her wet tunnel. Although their previous bouts of sex had felt wonderful, there was now an added sensation of fucking her boyfriend that made every thrust feel incredible.

“You didn’t answer, baby. Should I ask in a cheer?”

A combined snort and chortle came from Thane as he shook his head.

“How about my uniform? Should I take it off or keep it on?”

Miranda wanted to emphasize her question by playing with her skirt or top but couldn’t as she held onto the headboard for dear life. The blonde expected the headshake that answered. Grinning, Miranda loved how easy it was to drive Thane’s lust into overdrive just by wearing her cheer skirt.

Still, it wasn’t like Thane didn’t want his new girlfriend partially naked. He’d moved swiftly enough to push the uniform top over her pair of medium-sized breasts. And his tongue, then mouth, had shown plenty of attention to her perky points.

Thane slowly retracted his dick until just the head still remained inside her. And then he filled her again. And again. And again.

“C-O-C-K.”

With Miranda spelling out a partial cheer, Thane started moving a little faster the more he kept going. He was not pounding her or anything like that, but slamming along at a steady clip.

“Give me that cock. Give me that C-O-C-K!”

Showing off her flexibility, Miranda raised her legs and crossed her ankles behind Thane’s neck, inviting him to fold her in half even further and really pump his pipe into her.

“Fuck yes! Pound my pom-poms. Pound them!”

Uncrossing her ankles, Thane grabbed both of her legs, hooking them over his shoulders as he got to his knees and grabbed her hips to try and keep her pinned in place so the baseball player could just jackhammer her at a furious pace.

She groaned at the repeated penetration but remained passive beneath him as she could not speak.

Gritting his teeth, Thane put every ounce of energy into pounding the hell out of Miranda's tight, little pussy, rapidly reaching the point of no return.

However, Miranda suddenly seemed distracted. Her head fell to its side, no longer paying attention to how his prick pounded in and out of her pussy. Eventually, it dawned on Thane that Miranda seemed to be listening intently to something.

“In my bedroom?! My fucking bedroom!” A voice screamed from outside in the hallway. “You fucking whore, St. Pierre!”

“Oh, shit! That’s Annie!” Miranda gasped, already pushing Thane off of her.

“No goddamn manners!”

“Uh-oh. That’s Quintessa!” Thane realized as they untangled their limbs.

“Shit! What’s she doing home?” Miranda questioned.

Nearly panicking, the blonde tossed her unhooked bra to the side. Pulling her top down over her naked breasts and her skirt down over her uncovered pussy, she rushed to the door, leaving Thane to grab her underwear while he tried to gather his clothes.

“Quillan!!!”

The screech met Miranda’s ears and face when she opened the door. Walking out into the hallway, the blonde suddenly found herself in the line of fire as a buxom ginger saw her.

“Underwood? Oh, that’s just great! Is your whole squad of sluts fucking in my family's bedrooms? The Sugarsluts too?”

“Uh, hey, Quintessa, how’s college life at Breakwater?”

“Don’t give me the hey–Quillan!” the redhead’s response to Miranda shifted upon seeing her younger brother come up the stairs. “Don’t you have eyes? How many people are having sex up here?”

A door at the end of the hallway started to open before it slammed shut.

“Tessa, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to come home next weekend,” Quillan stated.

“Sorry,” Miranda mouthed at the party host.

“As if I didn’t know you were up to something with all your questions over the phone the other day,” the elder Falkenburg sibling shot back. “So I came home to check up on you, and I find St. Slut blowing the joker in my bed. My damn bed!”

“Like I haven’t heard that insult before,” Annette remarked from still inside Quintessa’s bedroom.

“Looks like the party is over,” Thane declared. He’d finished putting his clothes on before stuffing Miranda's bra and panties down each of his pockets.

Exiting the bedroom, he managed to pull his new girlfriend away only because Annette had strolled out with her head held high. The blowjob queen of the cheer squad had no shame over her behavior.

Hurrying down the stairs, the trio heard Quintessa slam another bedroom door open before unleashing a second tirade at the half-naked couple and her brother.

“What happened?” Felicity asked, oblivious to the fact that the whole first floor had heard everything clear as the day.

“Oh, no. Annette got caught with a guy and his dick. Whatever will we do after this shocking incident?” Tinny deadpanned, surrounded by a group of cheerleaders in the grand foyer.

“Annette?!” Felicity gasped in shock before Naomi could nudge her to exit out the front door.

It appeared as if the Sugarbees wanted to get the hell away before Quintessa started to really get going. Despite having a reputation for solid parties, the ginger was also known for occasionally losing her temper and kicking everyone out.

"You! If I catch you making any more googly eyes at my boyfriend, you'll get hurt. Got that?" Lucy Golightly challenged, storming into the foyer with Hattie Hyland at her side.

“Me?” Tinny asked, pointing to herself.

“Not you. Her!” Lucy yelled, pointing to a cowering Kimberly, who stood behind Tinsley.

“Kimmy, what did you do?” Cassie whispered to her good friend.

“I-I didn’t do anything,” the shy cheerleader protested.

“Like hell, you didn’t!” Lucy screeched, stepping forward. “I saw you touching Cody’s arm.”

Having noticed and warned Kimberly previously in the night about Cody, Miranda stepped forward too to de-escalate the situation. However, Tinny beat her to punch.

“Golightly, go fuck off thee,” the petite brunette said dismissively, waving her hand.

“Stay out of this, Tinsley. This isn’t your business,” Lucy stated.

“Yes, it is. Kimmy is one of us,” Annette declared. “So if you have a problem with her, then you have a problem with all of us.”

Although fuming, Lucy could count and realized she was vastly outnumbered. So, with a huff, she spun around and stomped into the kitchen.

“I warned you to stop following Cody around like a puppy,” Miranda growled, taking her anger at Annette out on Kimberly. “Seriously, what is it with you and basketball players?”

“I thought we talked about this last year,” Cassie said, sounding like a disappointed parent as they walked out of the house.

“Last year? Oh, Jimmy Milsom. Yeah, Bee said he blew all over her hand in like ten seconds,” Tinny recalled as their night came to an end. “I guess he can only hit one game-winning shot in a night.”