Cracking one open with the girls

"Hey Shan, Hey K!" Amy gives you a little wave you as you pass through the front door. Shannon's friend since grade school, Amy is the member of the squad you've had the most personal interaction with. She had spent plenty of time over at the Locke home over the years, and while it was never really talked about, it was probably because her home life wasn't exactly spectacular if the rumors were true. Personality wise she's the only one you'd say that out blondes your sister when it comes to being bubbly and ditzy. Not that either were really all that ditzy when you got to know them, but they definitely came off that way at first glance.

Amy's hair was colored lighter than Shannon's and it reached almost to her butt. You take a good look at her rear as she tilts her head back to take a long slurp from her water bottle. Amy's wearing a sweatshirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and on the front is the school mascot, a Viking (the cheerleaders themselves were sometimes affectionately known as the vi-queens). Your eyes are drawn to her oh so short cutoff jeans as she finishes her drink. Amy is quite a bit shorter than the rest of the girls, but her legs are nevertheless fit. Amy has a warm and inviting tan, clearly she was hitting the tanning salon during the winter as this glow would be hard to come by this early in the spring. As your gaze traces from butt, to thighs, to calves, you see she has a cute little anklet on as well that you stare at a few seconds longer then you should. Shannon clears her throat theatrically to get you to stop checking out her friend before someone notices.

"Wassup bestie!" Shannon swats Amy on the rear playfully as she brushes past, eliciting a laugh from her, but making you feel warm under the collar. "Back dat fine ass up, you looking GOOD gurl!" Amy turns to her, and she and Shan do the exaggerated Hollywood style kisses on each cheek.

MWAH!

MWAH!

"Ditch the water bottle Amy, K has the hook up!"

"Who can say no to a can of watered down piss." Amy makes a face, then turns to you. "Oh sorry, K. I know you didn't have to do this for us, thanks, really. You know I love you, right?" Amy beams at you, tilting her head so a lock of bleach blonde hair falls across her face.

You are struggling to come up with a reply to that (and you really, REALLY wish your face would stop feeling so hot), but fortunately Shannon bails you out again. "Piss water!" She exclaims with comic indignation. "I'll have you know the mountains turn BLUE when the beer is cold, how much more sophisticated can you get? Also, once you've had 3 or 4, do you even taste them anymore?"

"You've got a point there Shan." Amy laughs, then wrestles a can out of the box and cracks it open.

Jessica is the last to enter, having gone back to her car for something. She wanders into the kitchen for a moment, then back out, her eyes darting back and forth until settling on the case of beer. "There it is! Bang me one, Shan, gonna need a shower beer. I just came from the gym, needed to work off all this aggression toward Trevor." She practically snarls his name. "You don't mind, do you Em?"

"Not at all, Jess. Use the guest room shower."

Jessica laughs. "Which guest room, your house has to have at least 4 of them, Em!"

Emma smiles. "Top of the stairs, end of the hallway on your left. Its got one of those overhead rainfall shower panels, you're gonna want to move in once you try it. Its amazing."

Jessica waves as she heads up the stairs, the crack of her beer echoing in the hall. You can't help but watch her ascent, her black leggings snug against her perfectly round ass. It's pretty spectacular frankly.

You grab a beer yourself, and head into the living room. Shannon is already having an animated conversation with the 5th senior on the squad, Erin. Shannon had always described her as the more 'conservative' member of the group, but apparently that attitude didn't extend to underage drinking, as Erin had happily accepted the beer Shannon offered her.

You sip at your beer, your eyes wandering around the room, trying not to feel awkward. These kinds of popular girl parties were never really your thing, that's why you had been nervous on your way over. Shannon had made it sound like it was going to be so easy last week when she suggested it, but now you weren't so sure. You barely knew some of these girls, its not like you were going to just kick the front door in and shout "Who wants to fuck?" and have them falling all over you. This wasn't some bad porno or something. Hell, even a bad porno had better set up than that.

You wander into the kitchen, admiring how beautiful the house was, when you spot Jessica's gym bag sitting near the entryway.

"She must have put it down to come back and ask Shannon for a beer, then forgotten about it." You think.

You pause for a moment, sipping your beer, then grab the bag and head upstairs.

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As you approach the door described by Emma earlier, you see it's cracked. You still knock softly before heading in, you don't want to scare the poor girl or anything, it seemed like she'd been through enough this week as it was.

The guest bedroom is bigger than your apartment. You marvel at it for a moment before heading towards the back of the room, where you can see steam curling in from a half closed door.

The sound of running water intensifies along with the steam as you push the door open and make your way inside. Even the SHOWER looks bigger than your apartment. It seemed to take up the entire far wall from where you enter the bathroom. A thick layer of steam obscures the shower's glass partition and door. You clear your throat loudly, keeping the gym bag out in front of you.

The shower shuts off and the glass door cracks open, and Jessica sticks her head out, her dark red hair dripping a little on the mat.

"Wha... oh my bag! Oh my god, thank you so much Kristen. Where did I leave it this time?"

"Oh just near the entryway. I saw it after you headed up, and figured you were gonna need it."

She steps out and grabs a towel, in that brief instant you get a nice glimpse of a fit, sexy body, and a pretty hot tribal tat around her upper arm. The throbbing in your panties is starting to intensify.

"Seriously, thank you. I've... been a bit of a mess lately, left it behind at the gym twice this week. Haha." The laugh doesn't sound very genuine.

"You doing ok?"

"Honestly...no. I... Trevor was such a controlling piece of shit that he used to tell me I couldn't go to the gym cuz like, guys would see me or something, I've gone like every day this week as just like, a way to stick it to him, I guess?" Suddenly Jessica seems close to tears, like a long held back dam was about to burst. "He was always implying I wasn't good or pretty enough, and you hear it so often eventually you start to believe it, even if you know it's BS... it was a pretty miserable time now that I think about it..." She looks at the floor, her lips trembling a little.

You step forward and gently pull her into a hug as she gets teary, and she hugs you back, sniffling. "I... *sniff* I don't know why I'm telling you this Kristen, I guess I just needed to say something to someone... everybody says they 'get it' but they really don't, you know?" You just hold her for a moment, trying not to think about the thin towel that separates you and this gorgeous young woman, and try to focus on providing support.

"Anyway," She pulls away from you, trying to **** a smile, "You're a much better listener than your sister. I... I still have some shampoo in my hair, I better finish up..." She gazes at you for a moment, her eyes engaging in silent conversation with yours. Her hand lingers on your wrist as she turns back towards the shower. She let's the towel drop and pauses for a second before entering the shower again. "Anyway, thanks for listening. Sorry if I got you wet." She slips inside and turns the water back on.

Oh, you were fucking wet alright, no question about that. You stand frozen for a moment, unsure as to what to do. The ring warming in your hand seals the deal. You've never gotten undressed quicker, and with a deep breath, you enter the shower.

The warm water dazzles you, it seems to come from everywhere at once (Emma was right, this was amazing!). You run your hands over your face, sweeping your wet hair back, and you look forward to see Jessica facing you through the haze. Her lips are slightly parted, water pouring down every perfect inch of her.

The two of you face each other in the shower for a moment.

"You said out in the parking lot you wanted to get wild tonight." You say, giving her your sexiest look. "How wild do you want to get?"