Author: Pookie
Title: Pookie | Melissa’s Secrets (Prologue)
Part: Prologue
Universe: Home
Summary: This is the story of Melissa's sexual awakening with the
help of her friend Sarah and Sarah's mother.
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Melissa’s Secrets
By Pookie
Prologue
"Melissa Livingston!" she yelled and waved from across the
cafeteria.
I smiled and gave her a quick wave back. Who the fuck was she?
After thinking for a moment, I finally remembered her. She was
the girl who sat across from me in history last semester. I
didn't recognize her because of the new boobs. She had obviously
grown them over the summer. I looked down at my paltry offering
and sighed. God must really be pissed off at me.
It was amazing I was so popular without what seemed to be the
required amount of boobage. Mom said my breasts were just the
right size, that they accentuated my body. She wasn't fooling me.
Moms are supposed to say that kind of shit. I was pretty though.
Sweet too! Guys loved sweet girls. I also had a dancer's body.
Everybody loves a dancer, especially guys. There is always the
possibility she will dance with a pole sometime. I knew what guys
wanted - a girl on a pole. Actually, what they wanted was a girl
on their pole. But one gets you closer to the other, I suppose.
I was known for having a good personality. I made friends easily
enough. I played well with others. I had the report cards to
prove it too!
Did I mention I was a cheerleader last year?
I could be your worst enemy if you crossed me though. I was one
of the cool kids. It was a status bestowed upon me by the other
cool kids. We could rally to bring damnation on your very soul,
if we were so inclined. Mostly, we would just gossip enough about
you to make your life miserable. I tried to stay out of that as
much as I could though. Why? Because I'm sweet like that.
Eighth grade was going to suck. I just knew it. It's the second
year of middle school. It was the last year of a two year prison
sentence. No possibility of early release or parole either. High
School was still just out of reach. I was thirteen going on
fourteen. I still wouldn't be able to drive. I was stuck in hell.
And yet, I had survived the first year unscathed. I was a
survivor. This year should be a breeze.
The previous year had changed my life in so many ways though. The
past summer had been totally insane. I certainly wasn't the same
girl anymore, but could anyone outside of my closest friends
tell?
First day of school usually blew donkey dick. This one was no
different. Lunch on first days was always chaotic too. Picking
out just the right table for your friends was a big decision. It
reflected status. The table from last year would be too easy. It
was like last year's clothes. You just don't wear them. So, I had
to pick a new one. Decisions, decisions. Choose well, some wise
fucker once said.
"Hi, Mel. Is everything going like we thought?" Sarah asked.
Sarah Clark was my best friend. We had been friends since either
of us could remember. Our moms had grown up as best friends.
Sarah and I were destined to always be best friends too.
"I haven't seen her since early this morning," I told Sarah.
"Hi, you two," Pam said as she sat down near us.
Pam Rayner was our 'know it all' friend. She was around six
months older than me and Sarah, but somehow ended up in our
grade. She could be irritating as hell sometimes, but she was a
good friend. She had been a big part of my crazy life over the
past year too, especially this past summer.
My friend, Tammy, sat down directly across from me. Tammy Addison
was very popular. She was very pretty, but very down-to-earth
too. She and I got along great because of that. She wasn't a
cheerleader, but was just as popular as one. She liked me in part
because I didn't act snobby because I had been one. All the guys
lusted after her. I think some of the girls did too. God I loved
her hair.
"So, how does it feel to be a cheerleader again," Tammy asked me,
grinning.
Oh, yeah. I was a cheerleader again ... even though I had quit
after last year. Ever since then, the cheer coach, Ms. Stanton,
had pestered me to rejoin the squad and had finally succeeded
this month. She desperately needed another 'base' after a few
girls were injured during cheer camp.
A base catches a flyer during stunts. If the base doesn't do her
job, it could mean a very serious injury. Cheerleading isn't for
the faint of heart. The majority of catastrophic injuries to girl
athletes happen to cheerleaders.
"I hate you," I wryly replied to Tammy. I didn't really hate her
though. Tammy knew I had quit cheering because I wasn't
interested in doing all the gymnastics anymore. But I couldn't
let my school down in its hour of need ... according to my coach.
Ms. Stanton would've had to eliminate one of the stunt groups if
I didn't rejoin. I couldn't turn her down. She was very
convincing. I was too easy. Being easy is the biggest reason the
past year had been so crazy.
My stunt group is pretty cool though. A stunt group on a cheer
team usually has two bases, a back spotter and sometimes a front
spotter, and a flyer. Flyers don't ever piss off a base. We're
like the Michael Oher of cheerleading. A smart quarterback stays
on the good side of his linemen. The same goes with smart flyers.
Spotters are probably just as important, but I'm a base. So, that
is more important. A stunt group is usually pretty tight though.
"There she is," a girl sitting close to me quietly said, after
she spotted my rival approaching.
And there she was, indeed. Jennifer Preston. She was the girl I
had befriended during cheerleader tryouts for last year's squad.
She didn't make the team when I did, and I had felt bad for her.
She had just moved here not long before. She hadn't made any real
friends yet. I liked her. I thought she was cool and had a lot
going for her. Little did I know back then that she would be the
girl everyone was talking about at my expense. Why is that? She
had just recently stolen my boyfriend from me. My first boyfriend
ever. We had only been a couple for a very short time before she
had taken him from me.
Jennifer looked at me, and I looked at her. She had a slight
smirk. I smirked back.
My friend Becky Jordan was draped all over her. I half smiled at
Jennifer. Becky was her penance for stealing my boyfriend.
Jennifer was now one of the queen bees. Becky had to bathe in
Jennifer's newfound popularity. Becky was a popularity leach like
that.
Why was Jennifer so popular now? Well, besides stealing my cute
boyfriend away, she had also been drafted at the last minute to
be a cheerleader like I had been ... as a base. I was the one who
recommended her too! Everyone probably thought I was an idiot,
especially since she had taken my boyfriend too. I decided I
could live with it though ... for the time being.
One benefit of being single again was that all the other cute
guys were now hitting on me without reservation. Mom had warned
me that was going to happen this year. I was enjoying it too.
Speaking of my former boyfriend, he happened to make his
appearance just then to give his new squeeze a quick hello. I
watched as he talked to her for a moment before he had to go on
to his class.
He looked at me. They both did. I looked right back too.
"Aren't you going to claw their eyes out, Mel?" one of my friends
nearby asked.
"I promised Ms. Stanton I'd behave ... for the sake of the cheer
squad."
"They're rubbing it in though."
They were putting on a good show, but not so much for my benefit.
You see, I knew some things no one else did about Jennifer and my
ex. For one thing, I had fucked Jennifer's new boyfriend every
day this past week. I was going to fuck him later today. I was
going to steal him back in a few months. Maybe sooner.
Why was I so confident that I could win back my ex? Because of a
secret. It was one of my many secrets.
I glanced over at my best friend, Sarah. She knowingly smiled at
me. Sarah knew almost all of my secrets. She certainly knew this
one. She either knew about, or was a part of, many of my secrets.
She had been the one who had gotten me started on this past
year's wild ride of discovering and keeping secrets. Secrets that
had definitely changed my life. Secrets that could destroy quite
a few people.
It all started a little over a year ago at Sarah's house ...
(continued in chapter 1)
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