Bedding the babysitter - S01 E23

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Bedding the babysitter - S01 E23

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 23

The table of cheerleaders talked about the upcoming Valentine's Dance, what they were wearing and who was taking them. The conversations were hard to follow as it seemed ten girls were all talking at once, while myself and the other four PomPoms, all freshman by the way, listened intently. As the bell rang, I walked Karen to her class and then I headed to Advanced Calculus class, which I suppose really did showcase why I was a geek. I love numbers.

I arrived in class and took my usual seat at a table, in-between Sally and Eleanor. I had been dreading this all lunch hour, what was I going to say to the two of them. I couldn't tell them I was a lesbian and that Karen was my mistress, and I had never once in my life even given the slightest notion I wanted to be a cheerleader, and of course no grade 12 just suddenly, part way through the school year, decided to become a cheerleader. So I had to come up with a lie. I sat down and said, "Hi girls."

They both said hi back and both seemed too nervous to ask the question they were assumedly dying to ask. So I began as I asked, "I guess you are probably wondering how I ended up being a PomPom?"

Sally, the sarcastic one, responded, "I assumed you lost a bet."

I gave a chuckle and said, "Funny. No, I went shopping at a store where Karen Pepper works and before I knew it she asked if I wanted to be a PomPom. was so flattered said yes and then on Sunday I panicked. What if she is setting me up to embarrass me? I decided to not do it, but she showed up at my house this morning and ta-da here I am."

They both looked at me as if I was an alien speaking in some intergalatical language. Finally Eleanor asked shyly, "So you want to be a cheerleader?"

Thinking of Karen's advice I responded, "Yes, I do."

"Oh," Eleanor said, almost speechless.

Sally added, "Well it does make you look s...," she paused for a long time before rewording and finishing "prettier."

I think she wanted to say sexier, which instantly made me wonder if she was a lesbian. But that thought quickly faded as Mr. Hermanson began class. The class ended and I surprised myself and Sally by giving her a squeeze on the leg and saying, "Later

ladies." I then rushed again to find Karen and went with her to the one class I had with her, Advanced English.

On the walk there Karen asked, "So, how has your day been, what with living in the spotlight and all?"

"Great," I responded, which was partly true and partly a lie. It was great in that as I enjoyed the looks, mostly, but it wasn't all great as I balanced my new found popularity with the fact that I was only popular because I was dressed differently and not because of who I was as a person.

"Good to hear," Karen said and then informed me, "By the way, the first rumour about you has already hit gossip alley."

"W-w-what?" I stuttered, fearing what she would say next.

"Supposedly, you slept with a couple basketball players in return for the privilege to be a PomPom."

"No," I said, tears already forming in my eyes.

Karen rubbed my back gently as she explained, "Oh Jenny, get used to it. How many rumours have you heard about me?"

I thought about it and realized I had heard many from she blew off quarterback Aiden Smith before every game, to she had slept with the hot gym teacher Mr. Parker, to she was in rehab this past summer for drug and alcohol abuse. "Lots," answered honestly.

"And trust me; almost none of them are true; we are the celebrities at the high school. And rumours are like the tabloids, they feed the masses information regardless of its truth. People want to live vicariously through us."

I considered her explanation as I said, "But people will think I am a slut."

"True, but at least people will know who you are," she said.

At this moment, Troy Sparks, a 6 foot 3 black basketball player, walked over to us and said, "Hi Karen, Hi Jenny."

I blushed, stunned that Troy Sparks had any clue who I was. I didn't hear the next part of the conversation, but they both looked at me waiting for a response. "Sorry, what?" I asked like a confused idiot.

Troy asked again, "Are you going to the Valentine's Dance?"

"Oh, no, I don't go to dances," I began, until I saw Karen shaking her head yes, so I quickly recovered and said with a sly smile on my face "but there is always a first time for everything."

Troy, all confident, informed me, "Great, so you will be my date?"

A slight gasp escaped my lips as I realized he was asking me to be his date at a dance. I wanted to say no but looked at Karen who was shaking her head yes. So reluctantly, very reluctantly, I said, "Sounds great."

The warning bell signalling class would begin in a minute rang and Troy said, "Great, I'll be in contact," and headed to whatever class he had.

I stood there stunned as Karen grabbed my hand and said, "Geez you really are turning into a whore."

This brought me back to reality and we got to class just as the bell rang. Now all the other teachers noticed my new look, as they all gave a questioning glance or two, but none said anything. But that changed as soon as I walked into Miss Morgan's advanced English class. Miss Morgan gave me her usual bright smile but this time said, "Wow, Jenny you are a PomPom girl?"

"Yes ma'am," I responded politely.

"That is a real surprise," she said, then added, "Although you look adorable in your new outfit." blushed and my pussy leaked just a smidge as I got such a compliment from a teacher I had spent many late nights fantasizing about. Miss Morgan is a first year teacher and easily one of the most beautiful women I have ever seen. She has hypnotic ocean blue eyes, long straight blonde hair, large breasts that she does not hide with the tight sweaters she usually wears, and long luscious legs that are always showed off in pantyhose (although deep down I hoped they were stockings or thigh highs). Her smile always made me melt and her voice, so sweet and innocent, was the icing on an already perfect cupcake.

I got out with a mutter, "Thank you," and sat down in my front row seat. I didn't know at first if it was a coincidence or not, but it seemed to me that Miss Morgan would often take a glimpse of my legs. By the end of the class I was convinced I was right as the looks came often enough that it could no longer be just coincidence. As she talked about Langston Hughes and how he

was a voice of a minority, tuned out and wondered if Miss

Morgan was a lesbian, I had to close my legs tight as to not get too excited and desperately attempted to listen to her lecture.