She was 5'5″ in sneakers and had legs for miles. Creamy Carmel skin dotted with freckles stretched over a small frame and topped with flaming red hair, she was every boy's wet dream. And on Fridays, when she wore that cheerleader's uniform, she was half the girls' wet dream, too. Oh sure, most folks would never look at us and say we would ever be friends, much less do some of the things we've done together. But then, looks are deceiving, aren't they? And when the game was over on Friday nights, she didn't go home and study like everyone thought she did. And she didn't go out and celebrate like her parents thought she did. Nope. She met me in the storage shed down by the old softball field. That's where little Miss Perfect turned into little Miss Lesbian. There were a few things I'd always done well at. Turns out, fucking chicks is one of them. Oh yeah, I'm a stereotype. I played softball, hated wearing dresses, and talked really lewdly. But that also meant I had strong arms, looked good in jeans, and had a mouth meant for doing dirty shit. And if you think you're surprised she wanted me, imagine how I felt when she approached me for the first time!
I'd been tasked with putting away the softball gear, again, in the rain. Cursing a storm and drenched, I threw open the door to the storage shed and damn near pissed myself when I saw her inside,
Toni: What the fuck?
I took a step inside and eyed her suspiciously,
Toni: What the hell are you doing in here?
She arched an eyebrow, crossed an arm in front of her and puffed the cigarette she held in her other hand,
Janet: None of your damn business.
Toni: Oh, watch out,
I mocked her,
Toni: Jesus doesn't like it when good girls cuss.
Janet: As if I give one fuck about Jesus and what He wants.
Putting the bats and bags down with a huff, I reached out my hand,
Toni: Can I have a drag?
She looked me up and down,
Janet: I don't know. Don't you have cooties or something?
Toni: Why?
I smirked,
Toni: You jealous you didn't get a taste of me first?
Janet: If I wanted a taste of you, I'd get a taste of you,
she quipped, passing me the cigarette.
Toni: You think so, huh?
I took a long drag and handed it back to her, "Thanks." I took a minute to look her over. She was damn pretty. I started thinking of all the things I could do to her. All the things I'd make her do to me. I must have been staring because she ended up punching me on the shoulder,
Toni: What?
Janet: You were staring at me so hard I thought my clothes were going to melt off.
Too tough to be caught off guard, I shot back,
Toni: If I have to melt your clothes off, you don't want me bad enough.
I turned to stack the baskets of softballs when she gave me chills with her reply.
Janet: I never said you'd have to, I just said you were. All you'd really have to do is ask.
I don't think the word "shocked" quite fits the feeling that came over me. Like little scenes of a movie, a porno to be exact, I saw her in every conceivable position I could get her in... naked and begging me not to stop. Slowly, I turned to her,
Toni: Just ask, huh?
She eyed me and flicked the cigarette butt out the door and into the rain,
Janet: Yeah. I bet you've never fucked a cheerleader.
