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Plastic Cheerleader by nat
While Vicky runs up the stairs of the dorm, all she can think about is to get as soon as possible to her room, drop herself on her bed and sob away her frustration. She wildly opens the door not even noticing Eila, her roomate, is there sitting on her desk reading.
As soon as Vicky hits the mattress, she starts to cry. Eila tries to ignore her, but it is intruding her concentration, so she curses the blonde cheerleader internally, trying to avoid any kind of eye contact with her.
Vicky suddenly notices Eila's presence and realizes she might have been making a scene in front of her roomate, the last person she'd want to show her feelings to. She tries to control her sobbing, and with a bit of breathing difficulties manages to say "I'm sorry to disturb your... your study" as she gets up of her bed, walks to the bathroom and without giving Eila time to even think of a possible answer, closes the door with a big loud hit.
Five months ago
Vicky Wright was about to begin her sophomore year at FSU in Tallahassee, FL. She had had a nice enough freshman year at Florida State, where she had been offered a 4-year full-scholarship as a cheerleader for the All-Girl squad. The Athletic Department only gave 3 of those per year and she had been lucky enough to land here, so close to her family's place in the Tampa suburbs. The coach had been happy with her progress, but she really did not manage to stay close to any of the other girls in the squad. She couldn't afford to stay in the sorority houses most of the other cheerleaders were living at, so she had to live in the main athletic dormitory. In addition, at every chance she had, she traveled back home to visit her mom and sister and help them in any way she could.
Vicky approached the Dormitory Registry Office that morning remembering about last year's roomate, hoping she would not have to share her life with another senior. It was not as if she cared much though, she figured she would not have time to spend there but to sleep. They were always so busy.
The cheerleader recognized the man at the counter. She had slept with him last year in order to try to get a better room or partner. It hadn't worked out, so she really hated him, but tried to hide her feelings as she began the registration process. After 20 minutes, she had the keys of the new room, 354. Vicky tried to remember where was the room located. Oh yes, that is the quiet corridor of the 3rd floor! Not bad at all. It seems last year has paid off she thought.
"What's the name of my roommate, if I may know?" she asked casually.
"Er, let me check... one moment" answered the man as he flipped a couple of papers around looking for the information. "Here: her name is Eila Svendsen, or however it is pronounced".
Vicky's face changed suddenly. Oh my god! This can't be possible! her face turned gradually red and struggled to find her composure. She thanked him and tried to go find room 354 with all her luggage. Her mind couldn't stop racing wildly thinking about the beautiful partner she was going to share the room with. Everyone in campus knew who Eila Svendsen was, the Seminole star soccer rookie who led the team last year to the ACC Championship and to the Semifinals of the NCAA Championship, where they were beaten by UCLA. Even more, she was also part of the tennis team, a sport she mastered and in which she played a role whenever the soccer team did not need her.
Vicky remembered the first time she saw Eila last year. That girl was so beautiful. At 5'5", she had not an inch of fat in her body, athletic, fit, muscular, with auburn blonde straight hair to the shoulders, nice fat lips, tiny nose, light brown eyes and a pair of breasts to dream about. The soccer player was the definition of perfect for an 18 year-old girl, Vicky thought. Back then she didn't even know who she was. She just knew she wanted to kiss her right away. She remembered many wet dreams on lonely nights, thinking about Eila.
The cheerleader shaked her head trying to get all this thoughts out of her mind. She knew she shouldn't be thinking this way, it was wrong. She did not like girls. She bit her own tongue to bring herself back to reality as she finally arrived at her new room-to-be for the next year. Vicky sighed and took a deep breath. Be cool and distant now, girl. You gotta remember she's a tomboy star and you don't want to be related to her in any way. What will the other girls in the squad think about you otherwise?
Vicky opened the door. Eila was already there, taking a nap on one of the beds. Great! She's already chosen her bed, the bitch. Vicky was angry now, and she couldn't understand why. She let her emotions take control of her and as she went to the other side of the room, she tried to do as much noise as possible. She was decided to wake up this tomboy star and make her pay for, er, for whatever it was she had done and now she didn't remember.
Eila woke up groggily to the noise.
"Yaawwnn!" she turned to her left to see the girl who she knew was going to be her roommate for the year, Victoria Wright. Eila didn't know who this girl was, but someone told her she was one of the typical spoiled rich brats from the cheerleading squad. The sight in front of her confirmed her initial thoughts. A pettite blonde all dressed up pretty and petty was there trying to put her clothes in the drawers of her own side of the room. Suddenly she turned around. She actually looked good, with blue eyes and nice pony tails on her blonde soft hair, just like a barbie doll.
"Oh... have I woken you up? I'm so so sorry. I didn't mean to, I swear" Vicky said with a sarcastic tone.
Yeah, definitely a bitch Eila thought to herself not believing her bad luck. I guess I will have to drive through the year and through this girl as best as possible until I can get a flat next year out of campus. "Oh, don't worry. I wasn't really sleeping" lied Eila. "You must be Victoria. Nice to meet you, I hope we get along well" added getting up from the bed still rubbing her eyes.
Vicky shook hands with Eila. A bolt of electricity ran through her body at the touch, but she denied it to herself internally, as she had always done, and reacted the only way she knew she could do.
"So do I, but I see you have already chosen your bed and that's not fair, so if you don't mind you will be the first to start cleaning up the bathroom this week" and having said this, she went to the bathroom to arrange her things and left Eila in the middle of the room with her jaw open.
After this first encounter, Vicky and Eila "crashed" several times in the first weeks, mainly about stupid things, Eila thought. They both seemed to have strong personalities, but she had tried hard to be a nice roommate at first. Vicky still treated her harshly and she began to hate the time they spent at their room together. But it was not that much time after all, they both had many activities, and hardly met each other on campus. They also had different schedules in both classes and trainings, which helped them stay away from each other. Still, whenever they spent some time together at night or weekends, they nearly always ended up dicussing and shouting at one another. Vicky usually called Eila a tomboy and Eila usually called Vicky a bitch. In the end, it became their way to say hello to the other. Vicky would say "Hey tomboy, how has your masculine day been?", and Eila would answer "Hey bitch, I see you have yet to find a better way to make your living than whoring around campus, huh?".
Vicky lets herself slip down to the cold floor of the bathroom, her back getting support from the wall of the tub, she lifts her knees to her face embracing them with her arms and restarts de cries.
Eila is glad to have Vicky out of the room, thinking she might be able to study some more, but at the same time feels a twinge of guilt for ignoring her while she's obviously so upset. Again, Eila hears soft sobbing from the bathroom and finally decides to get up and knock lightly on the bathroom door.
"Uh...Vicky?".
The cheerleader is surprised by the knock and tries to control herself, but she just can't stop crying and feels totally ashamed as she thinks What the hell does she want now? and with the shame more tears come down her cheek.
"Vicky..uh...you ok?" Eila asks awkwardly as she opens de door and makes her face visible to Vicky.
Vicky sobs. "Cant you see?".
"Yeah, I mean, like..are you gonne be ok? Soon?" Eila adds, leaving Vicky so confused. Why is she doing this? Oh god, she's so pretty The cheerleader finally manages to calm down a bit, still sobbing but without crying loud.
"I... Oh Eila... why are you so nice with me after all my... I mean... after how have I always treated you?" Vicky pauses for a moment and continues soon "I just don't understand you... I'm feeling so guilty right now".
Eila is half astonished by her roommate now. Shit, now princess wants to bond. Great! "I just wanna make sure you're not gonna kill yourself in there or anything" she says a little harshly, remembering all their discussions.
Vicky feels another tear coming down her eye and she hides her face on her knees again as she tells:
"I've... I've been put on probation... you know what that means don't you?".
"Probation?" asks Eila not really knowing what Vicky is talking about.
"Another mistake and I'm out of the team!" more sobs "What am I gonna do in my life... without cheerleading? Can you tell me?".
Oh no, maybe you should kill yourself Eila thinks ironically, not seeing how something so ridiculous could be so important. "Uh... there are other things in life you know...".
Vicky lifts her face and looks defiantly to Eila, who is now standing in the middle of the bathroom. "You've got your soccer... and I know you're the best on the team... noone will ever kick you out of it... you can say that easily!", and she soon adds "But what do I got? I'm not really smart... nor as pretty as some of the other cheerleaders". Vicky breaths between sobs. "I'm just a dumb bimbo... and I know you think that about me... don't hide it now".
Eila laughs to herself Smartest thing she's ever said "Well... you can't be that dumb... you did get into college, right?".
"Oh yeh" Vicky tells with ironic tone "through cheerleading".
"What??" Eila fakes surprise.
"Like if that counts..." sums up Vicky, after some more sobs. "Yeh well... you don't know it all" the cheerleader keeps mouthing her depressive thoughts without thinking what she's saying "I also gave a BJ to my math high school teacher so he could give me a good enough mark to get the score needed for the cheerleading scholarship".
"A cheerleading scholarship? Seriously??" now Eila is really surprised. She never knew this kind of scholarships were given here at FSU.
"Yes... yes.... I can't afford losing it" not really wanting to tell about her family, "You... You don't know about my story... but anyway... You couldn't care less I guess".
Eila is a little shocked by the cheerleader's confession, never knowing how much of a slut she was. "Well... You could always blow the Athletic Director, huh?" she jokes, realizing it is not really funny.
"Like if I haven't tried it..." says Vicky, now even more ashamed, as she hides her face again and restarts crying even louder.
"No shit! Really?" Eila asks, starting to take an interest in this hidden side of her roommate and she kneels down closer to her.
"How the hell are you so perfect, huh, Eila?" all inbetween cries Vicky tries to remark "You never seem to fail any exam... you have nice friends".
Eila cuts the sentence: "I'm not... I'm a tomboy, remember?" she shoots back.
"Yeh... yeh... whatever... I'm still jealous".
"You? Miss perfect? Jealous of me? That's a new one..." Eila laughs sarcastically.
Vicky knows she's brought up the jealous thing as she does not want to confess the "real" thing, but she's starting to get really nervous. "If... if I was Miss perfect I would have real friends... I wouldn't have to BJ anyone to get good marks... I would not be on probation...", and sobs again "But... but look at you!".
Vicky lifts her face up again and blushes deeply. She just can't help to stare at Eila's white shorts for some seconds. Her legs are so perfectly shaped.
"You're... all fit... and strong...You're... like... so sure of yourself".
Eila is beginning to understand a more global picture of her roommate, seeing how hollow her life really has been. A delicate house of cards that's starting to crumble, leaving her vulnerable and scared in a way she's never had to deal with. "This really is scary shit for you isn't it? Having to deal with real life?".
"Real... life? What do you mean?" Vicky rubs her eyes.
"This! Failure. Fear. Real life, you know?" tells Eila seriously.
"What the hell do you know about real life?" now Vicky gets real angry "My dad left my mom, my sister and me when I was 12... She had to get 2 jobs to support us... I had to work all through high school also, and even though... I could still cheer!" Eila could see knives getting out of Vicky's stare on her. "And no money for college made me do the... damn fucking BJ that I'm not at all proud of... But I needed it in order to be here!... So... the HELL with your REAL LIFE". Finally the cheerleader adds "I just thought college would be perfect. But the perfect is you... I am just... I don't know what am I". And she starts to cry again. "Oh fuck... and I can't even stop crying!".
Eila is getting really shocked of all the news Vicky has just "thrown" on her. She really didn't know about anything of this at all. She never even imagined it. Eila always thought her roommate was another spoiled rich cheerleader. Now she sees she got it alll wrong. "That's... pretty harsh. I'm sorry. We all do things we're not proud of". Eila starts to see a real person in there, somewhere, someone she can almost sympathise with. "Hey... You wanna drink? Maybe help calm down? I got some vodka, if you can handle it straight".
"You got what?" Vicky sounds surprised at first, knowing alcohol is forbidden in the dormrooms. "I... I'm sorry... didn't mean to say it this way... I... sure... I could use getting drunk right now" thinking she wants to grab that bottle, end it up in style and forget about everything.
Eila leaves de bathroom to get a bottle out of the drawer and soon comes back: "Sorry, no glasses... We'll have to swap spit... And take it easy, ok? I really don't want to be cleaning up puke later". She takes a swig and hands the bottle to Vicky, sitting next to her on the cool bathroom floor.
The cheerleader feels Eila sitting at her side, making her body tremble. All these months trying to avoid her and now... this... Oh God! "I... th... thanks Eila" she gets the bottle from the soccer star hands... and takes a swig... another... and a third... and she hands it back to Eila thinking about the puking warning she has just given her.
"Whoa! Shit... Take it easy girl!"
Vicky feels the burning sensation of the vodka on her tongue and throat as they both savour a minute of silence.
"So... Why are you on probation?"
"I... We were just training a new tumble and Jenny... the co-captain... the senior.... you know?" Vicky looks at her roommate trying to find an affirmation sign telling Eila knows who is she talking about "Oh well... whatever... I am her base and I had to help her land, but... but I couldn't concentrate all evening... My... Oh God" she sighs, pauses for a moment, "My mom just called me earlier... She was worried about my sister... She's been hanging out with a group of weird boys at high school lately... and yesterday night she showed up at home at 3AM all drugged".
"Yeah...?" follows Eila with a nod, letting Vicky know she's listening.
The cheerleader continues "She wanted me to talk with her... and.... I just couldn't concentrate... Jenny fell... and nearly got injured. She freaked out... and started yelling at me" Vicky hides her face once more and starts crying again while thinking Oh God, Why can't I stop being so whiney?
Surprisingly Eila starts laughing "You dropped her? Good! That bitch deserved it!".
Suddenly Vicky's sobs turn into giggles a bit, half laughing half crying.
"Yeh... She.... did".
"Right on her ass?"
"Hahaha" Vicky laughs "yes Eila... it... it could have been even funny... if she had not started to yell so loud at me" Vicky turns her face to her left to look at Eila and smiles in between her sobs. She embraces her knees tighter. My god, Why does she have to be so sweet?
"Trust me ..it's funny!" Eila takes a swig of vodka, and lifts her hand to the cheerleader to give her an awkward high five. Vicky notices it, bats her eyelashes really surprised, but she finds herself following Eila's moves and she answers the high five, although the soccer player does not measure the pressure well and gives it a lot stronger than she wanted to.
"Ouch!" shouts Vicky. The incident brings some laughter.
Soon Eila can't help saying: "Listen, I'm not trying to be cruel, but it's kinda cool to see you like this."
"Cru.... cruel?" Vicky gets surprised by the word "Oh... I... I see... it's... it's my fault..." and blushes ashamed, "It's all my fault Eila... I know... I've been mean to you... and... Oh God" Vicky is getting really nervous about all this confession, and begins to notice butterflies on her stomach as Eila interrupts her. "NO, I mean... You've always been this total fake plastic cheerleader bitch" Eila remarks "But now you, I dunno... You are a real person..."
Vicky gives Eila a friendly elbowing "A what? A fake plastic cheerleader bitch?" and smiles.
"Totally!" Eila grins and takes a swig of vodka, handing the bottle to Vicky "To being real..." and grins some more.
"Maybe a bitch... Maybe even fake... And definitely cheerleader... But not plastic... for God sake!" as she gets the bottle and takes a swig... trying to do it in Eila's "oh so cool" style but doing it for too long: "COUGH! COUGH!".
"Hey, easy there!" Eila takes the bottle from her roommate.
"Ouch... now I see" Vicky coughs some more, "You wanna kill me" and she grins.
"So, hey... Your sister... Was she ok?"
"She was when my mum called... but she was in bed... I am supposed to call them tomorrow... try to have a chat with her... I'm so worried about her" Vicky's face suddenly changing from smiling to sadened, sounding all worried. Her eyes get lost in the horizon of the bathroom mirror, not looking really anywhere.
"Eila..." the cheerleader nearly whispers.
"Yeah...Vicky?"
Vicky turns again her face to her roommate She looks so pretty Vicky blushes and turns back her face to the mirror, not being able to stand Eila's eyes on her. "I.... I'm really sorry".
"For what?"
"The way I have treated you... I shouldn't... I..." Vicky can't find the adequate words as she thinks What the hell are you gonna tell her Vicky?... Be quiet... Be quiet "I... I guess... I was... jealous..." Vicky lies, "and didn't know another way to try... to try to get the other cheerleaders to like me... and.. I... I was wrong..."
Eila interrupts her: "Hey, don't sweat it... I guess we were both kinda bitches to each other... weren't we?" and holds out her hand to shake.
Vicky sees it, and lifts her right hand too, her fingers are trembling I don't know what to say to her... Shit! I'm dumb! When they shakes hands, Vicky feels electricity all over her body and gasps.
"So... Why's this cheerleading shit so important to you anyway?" asks Eila.
"Hey... it's not shit... don't say that... I like cheerleading... and... and it's like... the only thing I know I can do...." sounding a little hurt, "I can do tumbles... I can dance... and I like to cheer people in the stadiums..." Vicky explains. "If the team is winning... to make the crowd even happier, if the team is losing... to try to make them cheer for our team!" so sure of what she's saying. "I... I trully think it is important you know? I... I know you don't think so...." and she ends her sentence turning her face away from her roommate.
"I guess I never thought of it that way... I always thought it was just a bunch of pretty people showing off, you know?"
"But... Why do you say this?" Vicky's eyes meet Eila's again for a brief moment "There's pretty people everywhere... not only in cheerleading! Look at you... You're..." Oh God, what am I saying?!? "You're beautiful and... and... you could say you show off in all your soccer and tennis games too".
Eila is getting surprised by her roommate's way of thinking, so sad yet so full of life. "Yeah... I guess you're right. I take it back about being hit" and smiles. Vicky moves her neck in a funny way and smiles back. She remembers the times she's been secretely watching Eila train her tennis plays and sighs.
Eila takes another drink, feeling pretty buzzed now, handing the bottle to Vicky, realizing how weird it is to be getting drunk on the bathroom floor with a girl she hated just an hour ago. Vicky feels kinda dizzy also but she doesn't really care, she grabs the bottle and sips some more vodka, this time carefully. She finally gets some courage, guessing it might be from the alcohol, and places her left hand on Eila's bare knee. "Eila... th... thanks... thanks a lot" and then leans her head on her roommate's shoulder and cuddles up weirdly with her.
"Hey call me E... my friends do..." Eila says not really noticing the physical contact. Vicky blushes "I... I heard that about E... but... but I have always thought your name is... so... pretty... Eila... sounds like... like a goddess name to me" and grins.
"Really? I always thought it was kinda dowdy... but hey... Eila it is then... Victoria!" Eila grins back.
Vicky emits some kind of brute grunt "Grrr... ok ok, you win... E will it be".
"I wasn't making fun... I like Victoria... it's... classy... you know, like Victoria's Secret?".
Vicky smiles "Classy? Oh... I like that... never thought of my name this way... really..." adds Vicky feeling so at home with her head on Eila's shoulder. Right now she would stay there like forever. "Victoria's Secret, that's some expensive lingerie!" and giggles.
"Hey, don't laugh, I own a couple of Victoria's Secret lingerie sets" Eila protests.
"Really? What you got?".
"Wanna see it?" Eila casually asks. Vicky can't stop thinking she's getting in trouble.
"Sure!" says Vicky playfully and a bit drunkishly taking another drink, handing the bottle to Eila, their little ritual repeating itself.
Eila then adds more spice to the sauce "Do you want me to model it for you? hehe... I have them right here in my drawer". She's seen lots of girls in their underwear in her life, and even went to a lingerie party for a wedding shower, so she thinks nothing wrong about it. She's also even glad to see Vicky smiling and not crying anymore.
"Sure, why not?" Vicky is so relieved Eila proposed it and not her. She would have hidden under the bed if the idea had been hers. She is beginning to nearly forget about the previous events of the day.
Eila stands up and before she gets to the door, turns around and looks at Vicky: "Just wait a moment... I'll tell you when you can come in the room again, ok?" and a big smile draws on her face lightening her up as she disappears through the bathroom door. She's still amazed by the change in Vicky, a little proud of herself for discovering another version of her roommate.
"Of course! Whatever you say".
A minute after, Eila is already wearing her blue aqua uplift bra and low-rise satin bikini panties from Victoria's Secret that her mother bought her to match with her only summer dress. "Ok... you can come in" she announces.
Vicky gets up off the floor, realizing she's more drunk than she thought, she opens the door, seeing Eila standing there in an exquisite panty and bra set. She first gasps, then her jaw breaks open as she stares at the soccer star not being able to say anything, but her face saying everything. After some seconds she finally reacts "Wow!... It... it looks great!".
"I look stupid, don't I?".
"God NO... not at all... for God sake Eil... E... You... You look... stunning!".
Now it's Eila's turn to blush: "Hey... thanks... I guess the right lingerie makes anyone look good...".
Vicky begins to feel her juicies squish inside her pussy Oh God... she's turning me on so badly! "Oh... come on... don't be so modest... not everyone looks this good even with the right lingerie!".
"It would look great on you..." Eila surprises herself saying, not really knowing where did it come from, guessing she's already totally drunk.
"Hey, you said you had another set?" Vicky asks.
"Yeh... it's similar... and it's still Victoria's Secret" Eila grins "but it's black.... a lace-up thong with some decorations around and a matching demi-bra." Then Eila has another idea:
"Wanna try it yourself, Vee?" as she smiles to her roommate.
Vee? I think... Ah, we're drunk, never mind Vicky thinks. "Oh yeh... I would actually love to, E!" as Eila searches through her drawer, gets it out and hands it to Vicky.
Soon enough, though, Eila feels embarrased "I am going to the bathroom to give you privacy to change" and giving Vicky no time to answer she disappears through the door. While in the bathroom she realizes she's never thought she could have such a wonderful time with her roommate.
Vicky strips off her cheer training top and shorts, stepping into the panties and then sliding into the bra. It fits better than any underwear she has ever owned. She glances at herself in the mirror and i tries to rub her face off the dry tears from earlier. The set looks good too. "OK, all done!" she calls out.
Eila, who had brought the bottle inside with her, swigs two more times What the hell, it's just vodka, and comes out to the room.
"Shit... Victoria..." is all Eila can manage to say.
As Vicky looks at Eila again, still wearing her bra and panties set, realizes she's getting really horny and tries to forget it by walking around the room, like a model would. When she reaches for the room's door, she turns around in style but: Swiiisshh!!! Vicky slips and falls down to the floor, though as soon as she hits it she begins to laugh uncontrollably.
"Whoa, hey supermodel, careful!" Eila bends to help Vicky up.
"God... I think... I'm really drunk" Vicky manages to say.
"Think? Babe, I know you are!" Eila laughs.
As Eila bends to help her, Vicky feels her roommate's hands on her and trembles at the contact, making a quick eye-contact stint to make it worse. She finally shakens her head and says: "That's an awesome outfit... Where did you get it?".
"My mom bought it for me, just like this one.... back at home".
"Your mom? Seriously? My mom would never buy me stuff like that".
"She said I would need it for the college parties... and it macthes my black dress perfectly, so I figured... why not?" and Eila giggles.
Vicky just can't help stare at the beautiful soccer player. "You're just... so beautiful... You see? I'm also jealous of you about this" and she grins.
"Jealous of me? You're the perfect cheerleader!".
"ME?!" Vicky blushes deeply, "I... I thought you didn't like cheerleaders, hehe... plus... Jenny... and Cheryl... they... they really are beauties... I have nothing compared to them" Vicky saddens. "They are like... like... the YOU of the cheerleading team... They are what you are in the soccer and tennis teams." Vicky's confession surprises even herself, as she puts her hand over her mouth, trying to stop her from saying anything else.
"Well, you have a personality... and come on, it's not like you're hard to look at!" Eila adds smiling at Vicky.
"I can do some more modeling... if you want me to, huh?".
Eila laughs "Promise not to fall down again?".
Vicky tries to "throw" another friendly elbowing at Eila, but misses so badly, showing how bad at sports she is. The scene makes both of them laugh again.
"God... I can't even do this right... I doubt I can model around... hahaha" jokes Vicky, and without thinking she leans herself onto Eila to find some balance and support, her left hand on the athlete shoulder, her right hand ending up just on Eila's belly.
"Ooops... I... I'm sorry E".
Eila, used to the physical contact from her teammates, doesn't feel at all uncomfortable, instead supporting Vicky as she takes a drink and hands her the bottle again. "You know, we're gonna end up totally wasted right?"
"Who cares?" but suddenly Vicky remembers something "I... I hope you don't have any game tomorrow... I... I wouldn't like to be the cause of your bad performance".
"Nah, I have all day to recover!".
"Oh God... thanks... So do I" Vicky laughes and lets herself drop onto Eila's bed... not even realizing it is not her own, her drunkish state making her giggle more and more.
Eila decides to sit down on her bed near her roommate. "Hey... is the cheer team really that important to you?".
"What do you mean E? the... the people or... what?" not really understanding where Eila is leading to, Vicky looks at her with a weird face.
"Like, being on the team?".
"I... I don't think you realize... E... If I'm not on the team... bye bye scholarship... bye bye college... bye bye dreams". Instantly, Vicky's face turns sad again and she moves her face to Eila's pillow, sinking it there, not really crying though.
"Well... I was thinking... our soccer team is way ahead in the standings... like, we're shoe-ins for the championship... if I talked to my team... and we all mentioned to your coach what an aweseome cheerleader you are... like, a real benefit to the team and morale and everything... you think that might help out?".
Vicky's eyes open wide as she looks up at Eila. "You mean... you mean... so your coach will talk to... to mine?" still astonished, "Would... would you do that... for me?". But soon feels guilty "Oh god... it's too much... I can't ask you to do that for me after all I've done to you".
"Friends help out friends, right? But only if you want me to".
"You... you really consider me... a friend?".
"Hey... would I give my lingerie to someone I hated?" Eila jokes.
Vicky's smile returns to her mouth as she leans up to her friend and hugs her tight. "I... I don't know... how to thank you. I... I promise I will go to all your games and cheer... I promise!" vowes Vicky, who then notices her nipples getting erect just at the touch through the bra to Eila's skin and she gets more embarrassed. With a sudden move she breaks the hug.
"I... I'm sorry E" says Vicky feeling guilty "Didn't... didn't mean... to..." and blushes deeply again.
"For what?" Eila asks, not noticing Vicky's arousal. "Hey... don't worry... it's no big deal to talk to them... everyone deserves a second chance".
Vicky feels relieved thinking Eila hasn't noticed anything, but her drunkness beats her again as she finds herself laying back on the bed, and dumbly says: "E.... can I ask you a question?".
"Sure... if I can make a confession".
"How.... how come... you don't have a boyfriend or I have never seen you with any?... I know many many boys who really would love to be with you, you know?".
Right after asking this, Vicky knows she shouldn't have mentioned it "I... I'm sorry for asking... I... I understand if you don't want to answer this. Forget it... E." and looks away from Eila's eyes, directing her sight to her roommate's desk feeling really ashamed of herself and her drunkness.
"NO, it's ok... that's kinda what I wanted to say... I don't really have a lot of friends... all my teammates... I'm just a ticket to winning for them... if I'd ever screwed up and blew a game, they wouldn't look twice at me". Eila sighs, "And guys... they either just wanna fuck the bigtime jock and brag to their frat buddies, or they get intimidated by me".
Vicky looks at Eila after her big confession with as much tender as she can come up with, lifts her hand to Eila's face without even thinking and gently strokes her hair around her ears.
"You're the first person who's been honest with me in... a while..." Eila adds.
"I... I see." Vicky stays silent for a few seconds, "I'm... I'm sorry I wasn't before. I... I always thought you... you had so many friends".
"It's ok... I wasn't exactly either... I guess sometimes I just get used to using my image to get by".
"You're so perfect and amazing... you know that, right E?" Vicky smiles "I'm so glad you've helped me out and I've been able to tell you that I'm sorry" her hand begins to caress Eila's face now, sliding down to her cheeks, so smoothly.
Eila, suddenly feeling uncomfortable, says: "Hey, we're forgetting something very important!" she takes the bottle, another swig, and this time instead of handing it to Vicky she lifts it to her roommate's lips. Vicky, although surprised by the movement, welcomes it eagerly and swallows a couple of sips until some of the vodka runs down the corner of her mouth and spills all over her face. It doesn't take long for both girls to laugh again.
"Looks like you're getting good at this!".
"Oh shit... I'm sorry... I'm messing up your bed".
With one finger, Eila wipes some of the vodka off Vicky's face. "It's been messier!".
Vicky feels Eila's finger as it sends shivers through her spine, closes her eyes and can't help but emit a soft moan. Then she steals the bottle from her friend's hands and takes a couple more swigs with a sudden move.
"Hey, easy Vee!".
Vicky relocates herself and sits on the bed with her legs still laying. She leaves the bottle on the floor. Now or never.... I'm so drunk she thinks, and she laughs.
"What's so funny?" Eila asks.
Vicky stares at Eila's eyes for a moment. "E... will you kiss me?".
Eila pauses a moment, sure that in her drunkness she's heard wrong: "Uh... what'd you say Vee?".
"I... I know it sounds crazy" Vicky can't help it and just keeps going and going. She has to confess it. "But... You're so pretty... and I'm... I'm so horny... i can't stand it anymore... here... looking at you in this Victoria's Secret lingerie... You're... awesome".
"Vee... You're drunk".
"Let me... finish" Vicky says, and giggles. "I... I might be drunk... but... but I want to kiss you... I... I have... have always been in love with you E... since the first time I saw you... that... that is why... I treated you so bad... I... I couldn't admit to myself I was attracted to you... but... but I can't lie to myself anymore". Vicky stops for a moment, breathes, and finally adds: "I know I'm drunk... but... but it's the truth... I... I..."
Eila's jaw practically drops off "Victoria... are... are you gay?"
Vicky's eyes flee away from Eila's as she looks away from her. "I don't... don't know... I don't know what I am E..." and she sighs. "All... all I know is that I love you... and that I'm so... so hot for you right now".
Vicky brings her knees to her chest trying to make a ball with her body as she begins to cry.
"Shh... take it easy... I'm not accusing you of anything... I'm just... surprised".
"There... I said it... now... You... You can hate me all you want".
Eila looks shocked and a little hurt "Why... why would I hate you now?".
"Be... beacuse you think I'm a lesbian... and... I don't know if I might be... and I hate myself... and... You probably don't like me... and... oh God... I should never have said anything".
"Vee.. I... I'm not going to hate you for who you are... Yeah... I hated You for who You were trying to be before... but... not for this... and if You're confused... I wanna help... honestly..." Eila takes Vicky's hand in hers, trying to comfort her, suddenly realizing how incredibly hard it must be for her.
Vicky turns her head slightly, barely looking at Eila, feeling her hand. "I'm... I'm sorry E... I'm really really sorry... I didn't want to be... mean at you... but... and I'm sorry I brought this up also... I had no right... and... and..." her words blurt out right from her heart, nearly mumbling " and... I thank you for not hating me".
"Vee... I play on 2 girls sports teams... Do you think this is the first time I've found out a girl was into me?".
Vicky now feels just shocked with this affirmation. She bats her eyelashes "I... I... really never... never thought about... this possibility..." she looks away again in shame "I'm... this... dumb" and lowers her eyes.
"What possibiblity?" Eila asks.
"I... I don't know... about... about other girls liking you... it was harder enough for me to admit it on myself... But after today... after... tonight... I mean... I realized I... You're so great".
"I bet it was, and you know what? I think this is about the bravest thing I've ever seen anyone do".
"Oh... well... it's not bravery you know... it's all your fault" Vicky says "You made me drink aaaaaall this vodka!" and draws a half smile. "And I'm still drunk... plus I've always known that I can only tell the truth when I am drunk... so I have nearly always avoided being at this state" and giggles, "cause as you can see... I can't even avoid talking ... and I talk too much..." Vicky finally laughs.
"It's still pretty brave... and I'm impressed... not bad for a plastic cheerleader!" Eila jokes.
"HHHEEEYY!! Nothing plastic in here" as she pushes Eila gently, and not being conscious of her half nudeness wearing just bra and panties, she lets one of her bra straps slip down her arm with the motion, one of her nipples beginning to peak out at the side of the bra.
"Yeah... I kinda noticed Vee" more giggles "So... Have you ever had feelings for any other girls?".
"I... I... don't know... I guess..." Vicky says trying to remember even in her drunkish state. "In high school there was this softball player who was kinda tomboy... just like you" she grins "But... I mean... your type of tomboyish cuteness... the really cutest one" and blushes, hardly noticing it. "Looking back... I guess I kinda drooled for her... but I was too innocent to even knnow about it... plus I had my share of boyfriends". After a brief pause, she adds "But... but none of them has ever really meant... anything to me... sexually I mean..." am blushes deeper, the vodka also contributing to the redness of her face. "Oh God... I can't believe I am confessing this... to you... the... the person I like".
"Wow... I'm... really flattered Vee" Eila says, her attention suddenly drawn to Vicky's almost bared nipple. She feels herself getting flustered, something she doesn't usually feel, as Vicky's strap keeps sliding down her arm without knowing her nipple is now out clearly in full view. "I... I think you'd be just as brave without the booze Vee... I think you're a really strong person".
"Do... do you really think so?... I'm so ashamed you've seen me in all this bad state... I can't show... the... the best of me like this you know? What kind of impression might I give" and she manages a fake laugh. "But well... I guess my dreams of getting a kiss from you are really far from becoming true... but... but... can we... still become good friends please, E?" and without giving Eila time to even think, she continues "I'm really jumping on you... I'm sorry E... I really am... I talk too much... I'm just drunk" and with this words she finds the courage to bring her left arm to caress Eila's face again, not really knowing what she's doing nor why.
Eila is also lost in her own thoughts. Suddenly her heart goes out to Vicky, to this vulnerable, pretty girl laying there in front of her, so in love with her, who's been torturing herself for so long. She leans in, and quickly brushes her lips over Vicky's.
Eila's move surprises Vicky so much that she can't move at all at first as she feels Eila's lips touching hers. It is just so much a dream.
Eila smiles awkwardly "Um...".
Vicky notices a tear coming down her eye, a tear of joy, a tear of not believing what has just happened. She finally reacts and moves her hand to the back of Eila's head, pushing it softly down to her face, and this time giving her a proper kiss. Vicky moves her lips around wetting Eila's as the kiss gears up the passion, and she lets out a moan, a soft tender moan as more tears begin to fall down.
Eila can also feel the soft lips on hers, hot vodka scented breath in her mouth as a jolt goes through her body. She breaks the kiss and looks tenderly down to her friend.
"Vee... I know this is hard to believe.. but this is a first for me..."
"Your... your first... kiss at all?... or your first kiss with... with a girl?"
"With a girl..."
"Oh God... and after all this... I haven't thanked you properly for... for kissing me. Here!" Vicky guides Eila again gently to her lips, kissing her again but this time as if she knows what she's doing. Breaking briefly the kiss: "It... it is also a... first for me... but... but what a first! And... and with you... I... I couldn't ask for a better first!" and finally Vicky smiles broadly. The an idea comes to her mind: "I... just hope you don't do this... for pityness".
"I've never pitied anyone in my life Vee... and never done anything I didn't want to do in my heart..."
Eila's sentence lightens Vicky so much that she can't help grabbing Eila's hard and hugs her again tightly, putting all her heart in the embrace. This makes her feel again her arousal grow as Eila's breasts push against the cheerleader's skin, and for the first time in many minutes she realizes one of her breasts is bare. Eila feels also this bare nipple pressed against her skin, soft yet erect, hot, throbbing. It's a revelation to her. "Oh Vee... you're so hard".
"Oh my God... E...." Vicky can just manage a loud moan at first "I'm so horny" and she laughs at the word.
"I know Vee... I feel it too..."
"Oh... kiss me again please... E... You're so... so cute"
"Guess we're both full of surprises today..." and Eila presses her mouth to Vicky's, sliding her tongue in, passionately, forcefully. Vicky feels Eila's tongue invading her mouth and welcomes it by opening the doors of her lips, sensing how strong her tongue investigates through new paths as finally Vicky's own tongue finds it and plays and dances with it. Gosh... it feels so good... I'm starting to feel a tingle in my belly again Vicky's thoughts run wildly. Eila's tongue swirls over Vicky's So soft, so unlike a man she thinks. Meanwhile, Vicky pushes Eila's body down onto hers as she opens barely her legs inviting one of her friend's to straddle Vicky, as Eila leans over her, never stoping the kiss, both moaning in ecstasy.
Finally, Eila breaks their kiss "Oh my God Vee... I... I never realized..."
Vicky realizes the strap of her bra is so slipped down in her arm that it would be better to undress it completely, and as she does her right breast comes totally on display. "You never realized what, E?" her words sounding so enticing.
"That a girl... could make me feel like this..." Eila stares at Vicky's perfect bare breast.
Vicky feels so hot, so needed of Eila's answer. "You... you can't imagine... how many times I've stared at you E... and I have even... oh gosh... I'm so embarrassed... I... have... even touched myself thinking of you... and now I have you here... and you're so... awesomely pretty" and she kisses Eila again... with the maximum passion she can find inside her, Vicky's hands stroking Eila's hair gently, her ears, her neck, and finally finding it hard to breathe, she breaks the kiss. Just for a short period of time, as she soon goes down Eila's neck and plants quick smooches there.
"Jesus Vee... the thought of you... fantasizing about me... it turns me on... so much"
"I'm so hot for you right now... oh God" and Vicky keeps licking and kissing Eila's neck and then she guides her mouth to Eila's right ear lobe and sucks it, abandoning herself to the soft pleasure of Eila's ear. Licking and sucking some more, surprisingly really knowing what to do, just following her instincts.
"God Vee... how... how long have you kepy this inside?" feeling her own passion building by the second.
Vicky, not being able to stop to answer her yet, keeps licking and sucking and kissing and biting Eila's ear until finally goes back to work on Eila's lips, and kisses her, so softly, so tenderly, just a brush that lasts for seconds and seconds.
Finally a loud moan escapes from Eila's lips as she presses her body to Vicky's, their thighs rubbing together, breasts pressed tight.
"Oohhh... geez... E... for... I don't know... since I met you last year... oh God... your body and mine... this is such a dream" Vicky says and runs her right hand to Eila's back stroking it softly with all her fingers until Eila's butt cheeks, feeling the toned soccer star body tensing up.
"Your perfect ass... You... You don't know how many times I've wanted to touch it" adds Vicky.
"Then... touch it Vee..." invites Eila, confident, but still astonished with her own reaction to the whole situation.
At Eila's words, Vicky grabs one of her partner's butt cheeks with one hand and strokes gently its flesh over the Victoria's Secret panties. "Oohhhh" and they kiss again, tongues intertwined, as Vicky skillfully lets the other strap of her bra go down exposing both her breasts leaving the bra on her belly.
Eila pulls her mouth away "I'm thirsty..." she takes the bottle, pouring some vodka on Vicky's chest between her breasts, letting it pool in her neck then licking it.
"Oh geeez... oh God E... that's so hot" Vicky laughs a bit as it tickles, but soon feels her nipples get even harder. I'm so aroused
The sight of Vicky's breasts fascinates Eila, even though she's seen many, but this time is different. Her hands hover over one of them: "Can I Vee?"
"Are you kidding me, E? You... you can do whatever you want to me!"
"Same here..." Eila says as she gently lowers her hand to Vicky's left breast, caressing, squeezing. "God Vee, it's perfect!".
"Shush... you're purrrrfect..." Vicky lets escape another moan as Eila massages her breasts, and dcides to finally guide her hands to the strap of the Eila's bra and to try to unsnap it.
Eila grins "Flattering me to get in my panties?".
After a couple of tries, Vicky manages to do what she wanted and answers "Whatever is needed to get in!" and grins back, giving Eila a peck. Before they can both realize it, Eila's bra is of. Vicky grabs it and throws it to the other side of the room, landing just on her bed.
"We're even now!" and she goes down to Eila's neck and to lick it again with fiercely passion trying not to bite though.
Eila leans back, feeling the cool air rush over her tits, her nipples swelling almost on command, reveling in the moment. Soon enough, Vicky finds both her hands on each one of Eila's breasts, rolling her fingers over the perky nipples, making both of them harder.
"Oh jesus Vee..." Eila moans.
Feeling Eila's response, making herself even hotter, Vicky asks "You like that E? Oh... your nipples are so cute!".
"Oh god Vee, this is insane... that way it feels with you..." Eila whispers. Vicky then finds all the strength she can come up with and after breathing in deeply, she moves Eila to her side first, and then with a quick move she relocates over her friend's body, straddling it.
"Now you're mine" she smiles and attacks Eila's right nipple with her tongue while using her left hand to rub gently her soft auburn hair.
"Looks like someone's got her confidence back" Eila moans as she is attacked on her swollen bud, the sensations being so incredible, so something she has never felt before. She is not able to find the words as she falls down in the valley of pleasure Vicky is sinking her in.
"I... just... couldn't wait anymore... I need to... to eat you all over... lick you all... kiss you... suck you... do... do all of you" and then Vicky uses her tongue to make a long lasting lick from breast to breast like if she was constructing a bridge between them, a bridge of wet saliva.
"You've waited long enough... We... We both have Vee..." whispers Eila again, her hands strokin Vicky's hair, following the cheerleader's head as it moves over her.
"Oh... oh yeh... yeh... E.... you've made me wait too much" and she suck on Eila's left nipple, caressing he naked flesh around her belly button at the same time.
"All those times I've paraded around in my underwear... teasing... taunting you..."
Vicky pinches softly Eila's left nipple as she sucks on her right one, this time deeper, stonger, but being careful not to be too harsh. She gives a break to her tongue for a moment: "Oh... yes... torturing me... E... you can't imagine how much". And with this she begins to slide her whole body down Eila's, licking her skin all the way down, inhaling her sweet scent.
"Then... maybe you should punish me..." Eila says while her body trembles as Vicky slides down. Finally Vicky reaches the forbidden place and looks up trying to make eye contact with the soccer star, as if asking for her permission, not too sure if she really wants this as much as herself; while putting her fingers at the the waistband of the Victoria's Secret panties, waiting fort Eila's signal.
Seeing the question in Vicky's eyes, Eila bites her own lip, and nods. Vicky can't help but smiling back at her friend, so happy, so so horny.
"Oh God... I need to taste you... RIGHT now...". Vicky's hands undress Eila from the last piece of cloth standing in between them, Eila helpiong her by lifting easily her legs in the air. Vicky drops the panties, not really knowing where, and begins kissing crazily your Eila's thighs. First at right, then at left, then again at right, and again at left, teasing.
"Do you like... this punishment?" she grins evilly.
"Shit, Vee, stop teasing me and eat me... Eat me good!" she screams, never really thought she would be able to say something like this.
Vicky places her fingers so close to Eila's pussy lips but without touching them, trying to get a really good view, for the first time, of her friend's love entrance. As a good athlete, Eila is shaved and trimmed well. Such a cute view Vicky thinks, while Eila feels thge torture in her flesh as her cheerleader friend keeps teasing her to death. She's never been so hot in her life.
Vicky plants more kisses on Eila's thighs, every time closer and closer to the final destination. Eila feels Vicky getting closer and closer, her body tensing, every muscle ready to explode as she feels Vicky closing in on her pussy. Then Vicky decides to use her fingers to open Eila's nice pussy lips even more and finally gets her tongue to lick on them. First she concentrates on the right lip, a long strong lick; then the left one. Eila almost explodes at the touch:
"Oh God Vee!!!"
Vicky feels Eila's muscles contract and she tries to go slower, not wanting her to come, yet. She uses a slow motion of her tongue to introduce it oh so gently inside Eila's pussy, not too deep, just the tip, and then she takes it back out. She kisses the entrance of your pussy while taking off the fingers, not wanting it open anymore. Eila is in heaven right now, mumbling unintelligible sounds as she's never known this type of pleasure before.
Vicky's hands move back up, exploring Eila's breasts again oh God... so firm... so full lost in her thoughts.
Eila feels Vicky's tongue working again, licking her pussy lips, this time faster. Vicky tastes Eila's juicies for the first time.
"You're so sweet...." she stops for a moment "You taste even better than I had imagined!". This instant gives some breach to Eila: "Oh shit Vee.. You have no idea... this is... this is... oh God.." and she spreads her legs wider for her friend, now her lover.
Vicky knows Eila will come very soon so decides to match it with the moment in which she licks Eila's clit for the first time. She wants to please the soccer star so bad. Eila's pussy is now on full display. What a sight, oh God! thinks Vicky, as she can hear Eila's moans, breaths, panting. Oh God... I'm so hot for you... I want you so so so bad... I need you to come and so she shouts:
"Oh... come... come for me, baby... come for your plastic cheerleader, E!" and with this words she finally reaches Eila's clit with her tongue and applies her strongest effort with fierce, moving my head as a crazy bitch.
As soon as Vicky's tongue touches Eila, she explodes in the mind-shattering orgasm more powerful she's ever had. Her body arches and rocks, her muscles quiver, and she lets out a scream they can probaly hear down the hall. Vicky keeps Eila's legs spread and keeps licking and sucking, not letting out the grip of her lips on Eila's clit for some seconds. Finally she lets Eila relax a bit, giving her a last kiss, tasting her juicies, licking her own lips. Eila makes little mewling noises, panting, completely at the mercy of a girl she had no regard for a day ago.
Vicky lets herself breathe. Eila stares at her in wide-eyed amazement: "Jesus Vee... Where did THAT come from?". Eila lets her legs come down and feels Vicky's head resting on her left, as the cheerleader looks up at her and smiles.
"I... I don't... know E... I... needed you so bad..." and she embraces Eila's leg and thigh as if it was a teddy bear. "I'm so happy!".
"You were... forceful... in charge... confident... it was a different person..."
"Oh god... E... I'm... so... glad... are... are you sure I didn't hurt you or anything?" Vicky manages to say with her most innocent voice back, not sounding confident anymore.
"Hurt me? Vee... you can do that again and more... I'm pretty tough.." she winks to her friend.
"Oh... I can do it again, huh?..." and she steals a lick of Eila's wet pussy again, which is so close to her mouth in this position. "Like that?" and she licks Eila's clit now, biting it gently, "And like that?" and then she laughs.
"UUUUhhhhgoood... Yes..." Eila moans, realizing how their roles have reversed... and how turned on she is by this dominant version of Vicky... and how it is flourishing a submissve vesion of herself.
Vicky suddenly decides, though she doesn't know where it comes from, to grab two of her fingers and push them inside Eila's, without further notice. Not too deep, of course, just playfully.
"Uuugghh" Eila responds.
"Oh... You're so so wet E" Vicky grins, "Never thought you were such... a..." she pauses for a moment... not really sure to use this word "slut..." and giggles.
When Eila regains some strength she answers: "I am a slut... looks like I'm your slut now!"
"Oh god... E... you... really don't know... how many times I've dreamt about this..." Vicky says as she begins to move both two fingers inside Eila's already well lubricated pussy n a steady rythm. She then puts her tongue again to work as she locates the soccer star clit and she suck on it, flicking it with her tongue, using the tip of it to play with now Eila's swollen erect clit.
"OOH GOD! Fuck me Vee... Fuck me like a girl... OOOOOHH" Eila moans in pleasure, spreading her legs and lifting them wide like a whore as she kneads her own breasts.
Vicky follows Eila's movements as she keeps thrusting her fingers inside Eila's pussy, faster and harder. Another idea comes to her twisted mind, as she decides there's still place for another finger. She removes her hand away for a moment and stops licking on Eila's clit at the same time, teasing you again.
"OH GOD VEE... Don't stop please!!" Eila begs. Soon enough Vicky restarts what she was doing, smiling, thinking I am so evil. She's got now three fingers pushing in Eila's pussy, fucking her hard, as her tongue is having a war with her friend's clit.
"Oh God, you fucking dyke cheerleader whore!" Eila growls as Vicky invades her, sending her into convulsions, making her have her second orgasm in less than 5 minutes. Vicky feels the muscles of Eila's vagina contract around her fingers, sucking them in. Eila sends the cheerleader brain to ecstasy as she calls her dirty names.
Eila nearly faints as she comes again. Vicky is so happy and so glad to have been able to do that to her now lover. She eagerly drinks all of Eila's love juice, lapping away her pussy lips until she can't no more because her tongue is really sore.
Both girls lay on the bed, breathing hard.
"Oh... My... God..." Eila giggles as she lays there, "My cheerleader roomie has turned me into a lesbian!" and she laughs happily.
"Oh E... I... I hope so... I hope so!" Vicky says, so spent, so tired. Her drunkness state begins to cloud her eyes.
Eila sees her roommate laying there over her, so beautiful, she strokes her head, "Seriously Victoria... Thank you... for this... for telling me... for showing me...".
Vicky feels herself blushing, again. "I... I... no... God... Thank you to you E... You've... been my dream for so long... since our freshman year... I... looked at you... as something unreachable..." she sighs. "Then... I got to be your roomate... how lucky... but then... I started to act stupidly... like the dumb girl I am... but thanks to you... I have... been able to tell... you... I still don't know how... to be honest... I'm pretty amazed myself!"
"I like dumb cheerleader!" Eila teases.
Vicky giggles back, "I hate to confess I loved it when you called me dyke cheerleader whore" and blushes again, deeper if possible.
"Guess that makes me a dyke jock slut!" and they both laugh and laugh at Eila's smart funny remark.
Vicky finally finds some strength to get on her knees and crawl up the bed, she reaches Eila's lips and kiss her softly. She then rests her head on Eila's shoulder: "So i love jock sluts!" as Eila tastes herself on my lips with her tongue. So hot, so sweet she thinks. Vicky continues her chat: "But speacially... this jock slut that I have here right at my side!".
Then Vicky suddenly remembers all that has happened today and saddens a bit. "It's weird how alcohol works, E, isn't it?"
"Yeah...I guess... why?"
Vicky remembers her sister, her probation, and adds: "Tell me it's all gonna be fine... please... tell me E, I need to hear it".
"It will be... You'll cheer again, I swear... I wanna see you on the line and think about your naked body while I play!"
Vicky huga Eila tightly, her right hand over her belly, her head still on Eila's right shoulder. She kisses her friend's neck softly, slowly. "Thanks E... Thanks... I will be there... I've promised you... I will cheer for you! But don't even think on trying to lose a damn game... I would blame it on me then" and she giggles.
"You'll have me so worked up that I won't be able to lose, Baby!" both girls laugh again.
"Oh... E.... I'm so tired... even laughing hurts"
"Me too... You've really worked me over"!
"Can... can I... sleep... with you?" Vicky doesn't dare looking at her friend, afraid of her possible answer.
"There's no way I'm letting you out of this bed tonight!"
Vicky smiles broadly "The last one to get under the covers will have to eat the other one tomorrow in the shower!" tells Vicky as she hops fast trying to get under the sheets while giggling all the time.
"Well... there's worse bets to lose!" Eila smiles.
"Next time... hum... " Vicky wonders as Eila turns off the lights and joins her friend under the covers, "I will think of a naughtier game..... don't worry" and giggles again, knowing already exactly what it will be. Then, she suddenly stops giggling, "That is... if you want me to".
"Are you kidding??" Vicky pinches one of Eila's naked nipples. "Ow" Eila whines.
"Not at all you dykey roomate!"
Eila kisses Vicky's lips, leaving a trace of saliva behind as Vicky embraces her naked friend. Both girls let their bodies drift into a well deserved sleep.
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