Date: Fri, 16 Jul 2010 16:54:26 -0700 (PDT)
From: Adon Libere <adonlibere@yahoo.com>
Subject: Housewives and Cheerleaders, Chapter 10

Housewives and Cheerleaders
By Adon Libere

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Chapter 10

Kelly Ann had not been exaggerating about Katrina. She was evolving
rapidly, and after the experience with Jackie London, she had returned home
late in a state of feverish excitement. Her attempts to sleep had proved
fruitless, tormented as she was by visions of beautiful women in every
permutation of sexual congress. Nothing else in her young life had ever
suggested to her that such ecstasy existed in the world. An infinite number of
possibilities had opened up before her, and she was impatient to explore them.

Gripped by restlessness, she snuck quietly out of the house in the wee hours
and wandered through the deserted streets. The air was warm and friendly
and the moon was almost full overhead, bathing everything in a calm gray
light. Katrina walked and walked without ever feeling tired or worried. By the
time hints of sunrise began to show in the sky, she had decided a few things.

She had never really liked her name; it didn't seem to fit her somehow, in a
way that she couldn't quite articulate. And then that stupid hurricane had
come along and ruined it once and for all. It occurred to her that shortening it
to Kat made a huge difference. Kat was short, sharp decisive; that was what
she wanted to be called from now on.

Second, she decided that the guilty feelings she had been having over her
recent sexual adventures were stupid. She had long realized the hypocrisy of
the town's value system, which talked a good game about abstinence and
saving yourself for marriage, but in practice turned a blind eye to certain
kinds of premarital sex - like that between cheerleaders and their football
player or other high-status boyfriends. It was tacitly recognized, though never
of course spoken, that no teenage girl could hold on to a guy like that without
giving it up to him.

It all seemed like a big lie to her now, and she felt with the clear certainty of
the young that nothing that felt so incredibly good could be wrong. People
could call her anything - dyke, slut, whore, bitch, cunt - but they didn't know
what she knew.

As the sun was rising she unexpectedly found herself outside Jackie London's
house. She knew the place well because of the many squad functions that
Jackie had held there. Acting on autopilot, without really thinking about it,
she walked up to the door. She tried the doorknob and found it unlocked; this
was not too unusual in their town, which took pride in its low crime rate. She
pushed the door open; the house was dark, except for orange-yellow light
coming from the kitchen.

Without stopping to think, as if in a dream, she made her way into the
kitchen. There was Jackie London in a white terrycloth bathrobe, standing
over her coffee maker with her back to Kat. She had had a long night also;
everything in her life had been called into question by her surrender to
decadence at Jessica's house, and she had a terrible hangover to boot. She
had managed a couple of hours' unconsciousness but was not at all happy to
hear the alarm sound. Nonetheless, determined to maintain the routine that
kept her sane, she had forced herself to get out of bed start her morning
coffee.

So when she turned and saw Kat lurking in her doorway, she blinked hard
several times. This had to be a dream; there was no way the blond, ethereal
object of her long-standing, recently consummated lust was here in her
kitchen at 6 in the morning. It just did not compute.

But the illusion did not dissolve. Instead Kat came forward into the light and
took on substantial form. Her eyes were red, she looked tired, disheveled...and
yet beautiful beyond words.

They wrapped their arms around each other and shared a long, warm, almost
chaste kiss. Then Jackie sat Kat down and set about cooking eggs for the two
of them. They shared breakfast and coffee in peaceful silence, not feeling like
anything really needed to be said. Once they were finished, Jackie gathered
up the dishes and took them to the sink. When she turned back around, Kat
was standing right next to her. She reached down and undid the belt of
Jackie's robe, letting it fall open, and reached inside to caress one of Jackie's
breasts.

Jackie looked up at Kat. She was actually taller than her teacher now; Jackie
could remember when that hadn't been the case. She such an amazing
creature, a goddess, worthy of worship. Jackie sank to her knees and helped
Kat out of her skirt, then her panties. That blond-fringed pussy, that fountain
of delight, what a joy it was...Jackie reveled in its smell and taste, paid tribute
to it with her fingers and tongue, until Kat trembled and nearly fell.

Then Kat laid her teacher down on the kitchen table and returned the favor,
bringing Jackie to three magnificent orgasms as her juices dripped on the
surface of the table. Afterward they showered together, soaping each other
lovingly and reverently as the morning sun shone through the bathroom
window. The day was just beginning.