SENIOR YEAR MEMORIES CH. 05

So I'd made a mistake.

It wasn't the first time in my life this had happened, and it wouldn't be the last, but this time felt bigger than most, probably because it'd hurt more than most. In the past, on those rare occasions where Kyle thought more of beating the shit out of me than extorting me, he usually worked over my body and left the head alone. He was smart enough to leave as few marks as possible because, in spite of his size, he wasn't an idiot. This time I'd worked him up pretty badly and got a punch to the eye for my trouble.

It wasn't all Kyle, though. It didn't take much consideration to know that I'd gotten cocky. Too cocky. I let my guard down, and life caught up with me and showed me what happens when you get cocky.

You get knocked out and discovered by a janitor ten minutes later.

You get taken to the nurse's office, then the hospital to get checked for a concussion.

You get picked up by your dad who was drawn away from work when he hates getting drawn away from work. He's worried sick and terrified that something happened to you like it happened to mom years back. I told him I was fine, but I wasn't fine, not deep down. He didn't believe me, but since I was as fine as he could make me, he let me return to the status quo where I wallowed in the misery of my own making, the misery I deserved.

Because I'd gotten cocky.

I'd forgotten my place in the pecking order of Regan Hills High School, thinking I was a bigger man than I was just because I was getting laid. Getting laid didn't make me a bigger or better person; it just made me the same person who was getting laid. I shouldn't have forgotten that, and I vowed that I never would again.

For the next week, I did everything possible to become the old Ryan Collins again, the quiet, fearful nerd who never stuck his neck out and didn't draw any attention to himself. I stopped answering texts from Kaitlyn and Brooke, kept quiet during my first Puma Press staff meeting, and didn't raise my hand in class unless I had to. Everyone who cared to look at me knew something was wrong, and they tried to say or do something. It was hard avoiding Tori and Mrs. Lynn and Nadia, but I managed. I very nearly deleted my 'Senior Year Memories' album, but couldn't quite pull that trigger.

Not yet.

I had some vague plans for what I'd do next. I could keep my head down for the rest of the year like I'd always planned, I could show some humility. I could stay on Kyle Bowman's good side, and by staying on his good side, avoid his bad side.

The funny thing was, that even seemed to be working. Though I avoided him as best I could, I still saw Kyle sometimes, at the cafeteria, in the hallways. He never came for me, never threatened me, he just seemed to watch and smile at the way I ran from him like a deer from a pack of wolves. It was a return to the way things used to be, maybe even the way they ought to have been, and though it wouldn't give me the joy that the past few weeks had, it would at least be familiar.

I could've lived with familiar.

Could've, if the strangest damn alliance hadn't come for me with a different plan.

***

It was the day before Homecoming, and it started out in a familiar enough way. I'd just gotten home from school and was sitting at the computer. The swelling around my black eye had finally subsided enough that I could see pretty well, and I was feeling bold enough that I was actually considering jacking off, but it wasn't as easy a proposition as that. Not when I was trying to think of things like they were before this year, trying to forget about all that had happened since I started tutoring Kaitlyn. I'd gone into a period of self-inflicted abstinence when Kyle punched me out, but knew that if I wanted anything to be like it was before, I'd have to act like I did before.

When I realized that it shouldn't have been this hard to jack off, that made it even harder to decide whether I should've been sad or laughing like an idiot.

As it had almost a month ago, a knock at the front door stole my attention.

This time I wasn't expecting a package, and because I wasn't expecting a package, and I was pretty sure Dad wasn't expecting a package, I let them go on knocking. The knocks got louder and more insistent, and I let them. If it was a real emergency, I'd hear the sirens soon enough, and then could get moving.

When the knocking stopped, I was grateful to focus back on my computer. Since jacking it was sounding more difficult and less fun than I'd hoped for, I figured I'd shoot some assholes online and then sort out how I'd spend the rest of my day.

I'd pulled on my headphones and was loading a game when I felt the hand on my shoulder.

I'm not proud enough to say I didn't scream, and that there may have been some not entirely dignified words shouted at a very high pitch. I've no idea what they were, because the sight of the trio standing in my room all at the same time kind of took more priority than remembering my screams.

"You do know I know where you stash the extra house key, right?" Tori said, hands on her hips and looking about as pissed at me as I'd ever seen her. Whether it was because I'd been ignoring her for the week, or that she was in my room alongside Kaitlyn and Brooke, I couldn't have said, but the sight of them together was almost enough to start a brand new wave of screams.

There's no reason these three should've been here now, and sure as shit not together. Tori, my redheaded tomboy best friend, Kaitlyn, the brunette seductress, and Brooke, the bubbly and slender blonde, her hair still done up in two messy pigtails. I'd had sex with two out of the three of them, and can't say that this scenario never passed through my mind as a wild fantasy, but if I had fantasized about it (and I'm not confirming that I did), they'd have been a lot happier and a lot less clothed.

"Well, that's not exactly the kind of welcome I was expecting," Kaitlyn said, bored, propping out on my bed and staring up at the ceiling.

"What'd you expect? Look at him, he's been through hell!" Brooke said, bouncing over to me and wrapping me in a tight hug. It was friendly and warm when I wanted neither friendship nor warmth. I pushed Brooke away, and she looked up at me with such hurt I thought she was about to cry.

Like I wasn't feeling enough like shit already.

"What are you all doing here?" I asked.

"Looking for you and wanting to know when you're ready to stop being an asshole," Tori said.

"I'm not being an asshole," I said.

"Could've fooled me," Brooke pouted.

"I'd say he's being more of a little bitch than an asshole, if I'm being honest," Kaitlyn said.

"Sounds right to me," Tori said. At last report, Tori hated Kaitlyn something fierce and would've disagreed with her if she'd said the sky was blue just on principle. Seeing the two of them here, together, and on the same side was disorienting and a little scary.

"Don't you guys have anything better to do than gang up on me?" I asked.

"Probably, but we're ganging up on you because we want you to snap out of this shit," Tori said.

"And... and you found these two to do it?" I asked.

"Actually... actually this was Kaitlyn's idea. I was content to let you deal with this like you'd usually deal with these sorts of things, even though I was starting to really like the new you, because I know you got your own way and that you'd find your way to the other side eventually, but she came to me, and..." Tori trailed off.

I turned my attention to Kaitlyn, angrily. She said, "What? You weren't answering Brooke's and my texts, and we got worried. We wanted to find someone who knew you, a friendly face, or friendlier than ours-"

"Hey, I'm plenty friendly," Brooke interrupted.

Kaitlyn continued like she hadn't even heard, "-so I got to talking with Tori."

"And you told her?" I asked.

"What? She didn't buy my 'concerned for my tutor' approach, even though I'm a pretty fucking good liar," Kaitlyn said.

"She really is," Brooke interjected.

"So she backed me in a corner, and, yeah, I had to tell her! We were worried, damn it, and we didn't know what to do!" Kaitlyn exclaimed. For something that should've had her more worked up, I was surprised to see how distracted she was, staring at the ceiling and... was she holding back tears?

Tori pushed me. "Good going, asshole! You have to go and have sex and lie to me about it, and it has to be with Kaitlyn Pruitt? I thought you had some fucking standards!"

"Still in the room," Kaitlyn said.

"Hey, he had sex with me too!" Brooke exclaimed.

"Yeah, well you're cuter and nicer and have a tighter ass," Tori said.

Brooke beamed. "Aw, thank you! I really try to-"

"Still in the room!" Kaitlyn said.

Tori stared daggers into me, and I won't say they didn't burn. She was right to be angry with me; she was my best friend, and I didn't tell her any of what had been really going on in my life this past month. I was greedy, and I made her suffer because of my greed, and now I felt like shit. I knew it would get out eventually, and that she'd be pissed at me, but I was hoping it'd be under slightly different circumstances than this.

"I'm sorry," I said, weakly. "I'm sorry I lied to you. I'm sorry, I'm... I'm just sorry."

My voice was weak, like a chastised child, and if there had been a stiff breeze in the room at that very second, it would have knocked me over easily. I was close to crying, which with a black eye was close to hurting like hell. If Tori had stayed mad at me, I probably would've, but her face softened. She still looked disgruntled, but definitely softened.

"We're not here to yell at you. I'm still pissed at you for not telling me, but that's a different conversation for another time. That's not why we're all here," Tori said.

"It's not?" I asked.

"Nope!" Brooke interjected. "We're here to help!"

"Believe it or not," Kaitlyn added. Her voice was hollow, lacking her usual spark of either excitement or bitchiness. It felt so unlike Kaitlyn that I almost got out of my own head and asked her what was wrong, but before I could, Brooke answered my question for me.

"Oh, don't mind her! She's all pissy because she found out she lost out on Homecoming Queen," Brooke said, sitting on my bed beside Kaitlyn and stroking her hair sympathetically.

"That's it?" I said, knowing that it was a stupid fucking thing to say the moment I said it.

Kaitlyn sat up from the bed violently, tears rolling down her cheeks. "That's it? THAT'S IT? Being the fucking Homecoming Queen might seem like nothing to you, but it was something to me! Despite what you may think, I don't get what I want all that much! There's always someone better, someone smarter, someone prettier, someone willing to do what it takes to win just slightly more! I may be a phenomenal slut to you right now, but nobody's going to remember that after high school. If I'd have gotten Homecoming Queen, people might've remembered me, but now?"

Kaitlyn was crying. More than crying, she was damn near sobbing. Next to the shitstorm this last week was for me, I wanted to be angry at her, to tell her this wasn't shit next to being hunted by Kyle Bowman, but I couldn't be, not when she was crying like that. Not when I had to realize that I wasn't the only one who had a life here. Brooke slid closer to her, wrapping her in a tight hug. I couldn't help myself, sitting down and hugging her too. The three of us sat there on the bed, wrapped in a weird, sad group hug that felt a lot like friendship, which was strange considering what Kaitlyn, Brooke and I had done.

Still standing in the center of the room, Tori said, "I'm not getting in on this group hug, but, you know, I'm still in for this plan."

"What plan?" I asked.

Brooke broke from the hug. "Well, you know how I said we were here to help? It's not so much 'help' as it is 'revenge.'"

This piqued my curiosity. "Revenge?"

Tori put her hands behind her back and began to pace. "Kyle Bowman's a fucking plague on Regan Hills High, but the son of a bitch is seemingly untouchable. He's got a good reputation, a great spot on the football team, and a beautiful girlfriend who just so happens to be our Homecoming Queen, Addison Gonzalez. I think... I believe... I know we can take all of those away from him. We can destroy him."

Not that I hadn't fantasized about pretty much this exact scenario (Kyle's downfall, not the three girls currently in my room, well, alright, maybe them too), but it sounded like too much to ask for, and sure as shit was more than we could pull. Still, Tori was usually good at planning, and was always worth hearing out when she had a plan.

"How?" I asked.

"Well, my weed dealer knows and hates the guy who sells Kyle his steroids, so he wouldn't mind ratting him out. Probably won't take much for him to roll on his clients, so that's a start," Tori said.

"Kyle's on steroids?" I asked.

"Is that really a surprise?" Kaitlyn asked.

"No," I admitted. Steroids were a good start; no way in hell he'd still have a spot on the football team if that one got found out, and say goodbye to any scholarships he probably had lined up.

"That's a start, but he's still gonna be a problem even if he's not on the team. Maybe even worse," I said.

"Well, I might maybe sorta have something that'll help with that. Remember last April when someone ran a car through the side of Principal Carpenter's house and never got caught?" Brooke said sweetly.

"Yeah? That was him?" I asked.

Brooke nodded. "He kinda sorta accidentally sent me a text, probably 'cause I used to blow him and he never deleted me, I guess. Anyway, in his text he was tryin' to get in touch with one of his football bros, said that he was mad at Principal Carpenter and drunk and to cover for him. Then when he figured he sent it to me, he offered to pay me to be quiet about it. I said no, 'cause I was still a bit sweet on him."

She blinked. I blinked. We might've all blinked at her there and then.

"What?" Brooke said. "He can be very charming when he wants to be! Small dick, but charming!"

I tried not imagining Brooke blowing Kyle Bowman, but it was really hard.

"Do you still have that text?" I asked.

"Of course! Who deletes their texts?" Brooke asked.

"If we forward that to the cops and Principal Carpenter, well, that's goodbye Kyle," Tori said.

It sounded too good. It probably was too good to be true, but it was a way of clearing Regan Hills High School of one of its biggest problems, and if we could do that, what would that make us? Heroes? Vigilantes? Maybe. Kyle gave a lot of people a lot of shit, a lot of them worse than me even, if we could take him down it felt like there had to be some justice to it, especially if it was off of stuff that he'd already done.

"That's not enough," I said.

"How do you mean?" Tori asked.

"We knock him down a few pegs, get him kicked out of school, that's all well and good, but that son of a bitch has fucked over too many people for too long and almost made me forget who I am. I want that asshole humiliated," I said.

Kissing my cheek, Kaitlyn said, "Now that's the kind of evil I was hoping for."

"And the kind we've planned for," Tori said, grimacing at Kaitlyn's kiss.

"Oh?" I asked.

Kaitlyn blinked up at me. "How would you like to be my date to Homecoming tomorrow?"

***

Every time I ever heard the phrase, "it was so crazy it just might work," the part that always caught my attention was the margin for error in that phrase. "Might work" wasn't "working," which is why I didn't put a lot of stock into plans that were so crazy that they just might work. However, there were times when the only available plans were crazy and you just had to roll the dice on them and hope for the best.

Or, at least, that you don't fuck up your own small part of it.

It was probably worrying about the plan that kept me from focusing too much on Homecoming itself, though I could at least recognize that the school went out on it. Every surface that could be covered in blue and white was covered in the colors. There were posters of the Regan Hills High Puma everywhere, and the carnival and all its games would've been fun if I could pay more attention to them. I did my part in pretending that everything was as it should've been, hiding from Kyle Bowman whenever he saw me and making sure he approved of how I was cowering.

It was humiliating, but not as bad as what was going to happen to him if we pulled everything off tonight.

Until then, I kept my head down and trusted that Brooke and Tori would get the information to the right places at the right time

As the sun began to set, I went home and got dressed for the dance. I hated looking formal, even moderately formal (since the dress code for Homecoming wasn't that harsh), but I did what I had to, looking at it as going undercover. Dad was happy to see me doing something normal at least, taking a picture of me that let me hide my black eye, and made me actually look something close to decent by everyone else's standards.

When the car horn honked outside, I ran out and got in Kaitlyn's car.

"Hey, and, uh, wow," I said, looking at her in the driver's seat. She'd dressed to the nines in a slinky, dark blue dress with slits that went high up her legs, her hair done up and made up as if she was going to walk the red carpet. There was still sadness on her face, but a hopefulness too, the kind of hopefulness I could get behind. The kind of hopefulness that almost made me forget the last week's hell and start growing an erection.

"Thanks. You know, you're almost looking not bad yourself," Kaitlyn said, smirking.

"Uh, thanks, Brooke's been working me out pretty hard," I said.

"When she's not taking your cock up her ass," Kaitlyn joked.

"Yeah, when she's not doing that," I admitted.

Kaitlyn pulled away from the curb, driving us toward the school. There would be a dance tonight where the king and queen would be crowned, followed by a game where our football team would attempt to trounce our bitter school rivals, whoever they were (notice how much I care about school sports). By the end of the night, I'd either have the crap kicked out of me by Kyle Bowman, I'd be part of the conspiracy that destroyed him, or, both.

Honestly, I was looking forward to any option that didn't involve getting the crap kicked out of me.

"You heard from Tori and Brooke?" Kaitlyn asked me.

"Yeah, they're already there, getting in position," I replied after checking my phone.

"Good. We're right on time for a fashionably late entrance," Kaitlyn said.

I watched the road, dancing around the fact that I was on what could be considered a date with Kaitlyn Pruitt. She clearly didn't want to think too hard about it either, but I couldn't help asking.

"So, you're not afraid to be seen with me in public?"

"I do what I want, I go out with who I want, and anyone who has a problem with it is better off staying out of my way. You and me, we're going to Homecoming and getting some revenge," Kaitlyn said.

She stared at the road ahead with angry, determined eyes, more angry or determined than I'd ever seen her before I think, which was saying something. There was a part of this that was eating at me, a part I had to get in order in my head before I was okay with, well, any part of it really.

I cleared my throat. "Can I ask you about Addison?"

"What about her?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Correct me if I'm wrong, but she's a friend of yours, isn't she?" I asked.

"She is."

"And she's actually pretty nice, right?" I asked.

Kaitlyn didn't deny this, "Your point?"

"Well, just remind me that we're not going to destroy her," I said.

These were all facts we'd gone over before while planning this night, but the way Kaitlyn got, I wanted to remind her. Remind her that she was trying to be a better person, and that while we all had some justification in fucking over Kyle, and that there would undoubtedly be some fallout on Addison, that we didn't want to ruin her entire life just because she'd beaten Kaitlyn to Homecoming Queen.

Through almost gritted teeth, Kaitlyn said, "I won't destroy her."

"Promise?"

"I promise I won't destroy her. God, I wish you were naked, you're so much easier to deal with then," Kaitlyn said, though the smile at the corner of her lip told me she was joking.

"Yeah, well you're easier to talk to when you're choking on my cock," I said.

"Asshole," she said.

"Bitch," I said.

We both watched the road for a while before breaking out into laughter. It was a nervous, honest laughter that promised that even if tonight exploded in our faces, that at least some of it would be fun.

***

Regan Hills High School's Homecoming Dance was held in the gym, and despite the best efforts of the school to dress it up and make it look fancy, it was still an old school gym. No amount of banners or crepe paper could cover up the basketball hoops, the perpetual smell of old sweat, or that one wall by the south bleachers where people graffitied who'd do what vile sex acts, real and imagined. The school's been trying to cover it up for ages, but the smut has always been replaced, with some of the older comments carved in the wood going back to the 1970's pretty much impossible to get out. It's been kind of a strange student museum piece for as long as I can remember, and have only realized that it's as much a testament to this school's history of debauchery as any of its current students.

It felt weird that that one piece of defaced wall filled me with more school pride than any of the blue and white on display, but it'd been that kind of year for me so far.

We didn't attract that much attention when we entered the gym, in part because, well, nobody actually gave a shit about who was coming to Homecoming and with whom, but mostly because all eyes were focused on the portable stage at the head of the gym. Principal Carpenter was at the microphone, crowning 18-year-old couple Addison Gonzalez and Ryan Bowman as Homecoming Queen and King. Kyle looked every bit the smug dipshit he usually was, only this time wearing a golden crown and a tux, which oddly didn't seem out of place with that toothy smile that threatened to cut his head in half.

Addison, though, looked good. Out of place with him. Like every girl in the upper rungs of our school's social ladder, I didn't know her very well personally. I knew that she was one of the nicer popular girls in school, that she was a cheerleader, that she loved throwing parties, and that despite their personalities being pretty far apart from each other, her and Kaitlyn were somehow friends.

I also knew that, like many of the other cheerleaders I'd gotten to know, she was almost supernaturally hot. A short and lean Latina, save for her large tits and even bigger ass, she had the body of a dancer and the face of a princess, with lively brown eyes and a bright smile. Her curly black hair fell to about her mid-back, framing the soft brown skin of her face perfectly beneath her tiara. Her dress was pale yellow and frilly, with long ball gown gloves and a skirt that billowed out so far I was impressed it didn't trip everybody within three feet of her. If it weren't for the sash around her chest that declared her 'HOMECOMING QUEEN,' it wouldn't be hard to mistake her for trying to look like Belle in a particularly low budget remake of Beauty and the Beast.

Compulsively, I looked above the stage.

Kaitlyn caught me looking. "What is it?"

"Just checking to make sure there's no pig's blood," I said.

"Why?" she asked.

I shook my head. "Classical reference. Come on, let's find the others."

While Kyle and Addison took their first dance to some vapid pop song that I'm pretty sure I've heard on Brooke's car radio at one point or another, Kaitlyn and I searched the crowd and found Tori and Brooke. Like Kaitlyn, Brooke was impressively made up, wearing a short purple dress. When I got a good look at Tori, though, I couldn't help myself. I burst out laughing.

"Oh, fuck off, Ryan," she said.

"I'm sorry, I've just never seen you in a dress before," I said. This wasn't completely true, since there might've been a time when we were little that her parents made her wear dresses, but after she kept messing them up they just wound up buying more durable clothes.

She did look pretty good, though, in a long blue dress that fit her poorly across the chest enough that I was pretty sure it must have been one of Brooke's. Held up only with spaghetti straps, it showed off her lean, freckled arms and shoulders and that... okay, maybe I'd gone out of my way to not notice that Tori had tits like this in the past, but, wow. They weren't quite in Kaitlyn's territory, but they were pretty close, definitely a D cup, maybe slightly larger and if not awe-inspiring, sure as hell surprising. I couldn't be sure if it was the tightness of this dress or the makeup and hairstyling that Brooke had no doubt talked her into, but if looks could kill, I'd be dead on the floor right now from her eyes.

"You know, if Kyle doesn't kick your ass tonight, then I will," she said.

"In a dress that tight, I'd like to see you try," I said.

"Hey, hey, it's my dress, and a nice dress, and I don't want her ripping it. Even if she doesn't rip it, she's gonna fall out of it," Brooke said, defensive.

Thinking about this, I said, "I'd like to see you try."

"Me too," Kaitlyn said, amused.

"Come to think of it, me too," Brooke said.

"Fuck. All. Of. You," Tori said.

"That a promise?" Brooke asked.

"Maybe," Tori said, coyly.

There was no way that the four of us should've been here like this, talking like this, planning what we were planning, but while we jokingly argued back and forth it almost felt like, well, it almost felt like we were all friends. It was a strange feeling, one that might've almost been distracting enough to make the whole night worth it, but we still had business to attend to. The first dance song for the King and Queen was winding down, and we had to get into position.

"Did he make a pickup tonight?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Has a bottle of steroids in his pocket right now, probably wants to top off before the game," Tori acknowledged.

"Perfect, you ready to do your part, Brooke?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Can't exactly say I'm excited, but I'm ready as I'll ever be," Brooke said.

"Ryan?" Kaitlyn asked.

Was I ready? No, I wasn't. My palms were sweaty, and I was shaking all over, but if my part in this went well, then there really was nothing to worry about.

"Ready," I said.

"Then let's get in position and give everyone a Homecoming they'll never forget," Kaitlyn said, breaking off from the rest of us. Brooke made a beeline for the dancing couple, waiting for Kaitlyn to do what she did best, leaving Tori and me standing opposite one another for what felt like ages. Nodding to each other silently, we shared a short, intense hug, before splitting off.

A Homecoming they'd never forget, if none of us fucked up at least.

***

This was my first (though certainly not last) time in the girls locker room just off the gym, and my only impression of it was that it looked a lot like the boys locker room, only it smelled bad in a completely different way. It held the same dark emptiness, the same lockers, the same uncomfortable and ancient benches that ran between them, the same promises for teasing and humiliation that existed in the boys' locker room. This wouldn't have been my choice of venues, but we needed somewhere close, but being able to hear the music blaring in from the gym was still a little close for my taste.

Still, I sat on my bench, waiting for my cue, checking and rechecking and readjusting the towels I'd spread out on the bench until I heard their voices.

"Thank you, so much, Kaitlyn, it means so much that you're happy for me," Addison said.

"Hey, what are friends for?" Kaitlyn asked.

"Well, I thought you'd be, ya know, angry for me beating you?"

Kaitlyn sighed. "I was, at first, I was really, really angry at you, but one of my better angels convinced me that was the wrong way to look at this. That better angel's taught me that there are better things to focus on, better people to be angry with, and that I should be happy for my friends when something good happens to them."

I was getting pretty good these days at figuring out when Kaitlyn was being sarcastic and when she was being sincere, and though she was more often than not sarcastic than sincere, to Addison right then she was being completely genuine. It was clearly something she was still getting the hang of, but letting go of the anger and holding onto honesty and friendship was a good match for her.

Beyond the lockers, I heard Addison sniffling. "That is so sweet!"

Her dress ruffled heavily, and Kaitlyn grunted, softly, probably from Addison hugging her.

"You know I voted for you to win, right? I wanted to win, but I voted for you, because we're friends, and that's what friends do," Addison said.

"You did?" Kaitlyn asked, probably not understanding why someone wouldn't vote for themselves.

"Yeah," Addison said.

"...thank you," Kaitlyn said softly, almost too softly for me to hear.

"You're welcome," Addison replied.

Curious if I was needed, I stood up and peeked around the edge of the lockers. Kaitlyn saw me, but Addison didn't. Kaitlyn waved a hand at me urgently, and I knew that everything was still on, so I retook my seat.

"That's... that's one of the many reasons I asked you back here tonight. You've been a good friend, and you really did earn this. Because of that, I wanted to give you a gift," Kaitlyn said, her voice shifting only slightly as she went back to lying.

Their heels clicked on the concrete floor of the locker room as they rounded the corner.

It was game time.

Kaitlyn smiled when she saw me.

"Oh, shit!" Addison exclaimed, looking away as if a boy in the girls' locker room was the worst thing she could've seen.

"Addison, meet Ryan Collins," Kaitlyn said.

"Hey," I said.

A lot of thoughts went across Addison's face in the course of a few seconds. She went from shock to confusion to some kind of understanding back to confusion before finally settling on a look of deep embarrassment.

"Oh, god, Kaitlyn, really?" Addison asked.

"Really," Kaitlyn responded.

"Really?" I asked. "Should I be insulted by that?"

Politely, Addison backtracked. "No, no, no, I'm flattered, really, Kaitlyn told me what you're capable of, and I'm not saying that I wasn't interested once, maybe a little, but Kyle and I, we're sort of... you know?"

"Kyle? Kyle Bowman?" I said, feigning ignorance. "Homecoming King? The same guy who did this to my eye?"

I pointed a thumb at my black eye. Addison started to say something, maybe to defend Kyle against my attack on his character, then closed her mouth because she knew it was true.

"I'm sorry," she said.

"Sorry? You're not responsible for him. He's an asshole, he's always been an asshole, I know it, you know it, Ryan here definitely knows it," Kaitlyn said.

Addison started, "He's got a temper, I've... we've all seen it, but with me, he's really sweet. If I just ask him, I'm sure he'd lay off-"

"Oh, come on, when was the last time anyone's ever been able to change a guy? Guys'll say they'll change for you, because they'll say whatever it takes to get under your skirt, but they'll still be the same deep down. Deep down, Kyle Bowman's a fucking creep," Kaitlyn said, then waving a hand to me.

She continued, "Ryan's not a creep. He's a nerd, and I can't say I understand half the shit he likes, but he's sweet, he's kind, and he's willing to listen."

Bending over so she could almost whisper in her ear, Kaitlyn said to Addison, "And he's got an awesome cock." To me, she said, "Go on. Show her."

We'd officially hit the point of no return, where there was no more backing out of our plan and if it fucked up, it was all on me. I was terrified for my part in this, wondering if I'd be able to deliver the goods, not having cum for a week and wondering if I could be hard when I needed to be. I'd never imagined performance anxiety to be a thing before, especially with how easy it was for girls to give me erections in the past. This should've been easy, something I looked forward to instead of worried for, but the way my heart was beating, I was afraid I'd mess this all up.

Then I looked at them both, long and hard. Kaitlyn was more gorgeous than ever, dolled up as she was, and Addison... she had an innocent beauty even without the dress, sash and tiara, but with them she was almost like a cartoon princess come to life. As much as what we wanted to do would be righteous revenge and fun, it would also be rescuing her from an asshole she wouldn't want to be attached to long term. I took her in for a long time, from her beautiful face to her large breasts and the wide flare of her hips leading to her big, round ass. I imagined what she would feel like, what her full lips would look like wrapped around my cock, what those tits would feel like in my hands...

I unzipped my pants and pulled out my cock, a cock I shouldn't have worried about because it was rock fucking hard. Ten inches long and thick, a small drop of precum already on the tip, glistening in the dim light of the room. It was as ready and eager as ever.

Addison gasped when she saw it, stared at it, almost couldn't take her eyes off of it. She reached out momentarily, unconsciously, but then pulled her hand back.

"I can't be here. I can't be doing this," she said, though she didn't move away.

"Why not? It's just some good fun, I mean, you're one of the best cheerleaders in our school and the fucking Homecoming Queen, don't you deserve to have some fun? Don't you deserve the best?" Kaitlyn proposed.

Unable to take her eyes off of my cock, Addison said, "I... I can't. I'm with Kyle, I can't cheat on him!"

The tone of her voice wasn't fully convinced, more like she needed to convince herself not to do something that she already really wanted to do.

"What, like he'd never cheat on you?" I asked.

"No!" Addison proclaimed.

"Really? You sure about that?" Kaitlyn asked.

That she didn't immediately shout out in Kyle's defense told us that she didn't believe he'd be faithful, but she soon squeaked, "Yes."

Her phone in hand, Kaitlyn scanned past a set of screens until she got to a live image from the other side of the gym. In a dark corner, right by the historic wall of sex graffiti, Kyle and Brooke were heavily making out, her hand rubbing the crotch of his pants while he grabbed one of her small breasts and squeezed it so hard it must have been painful. Tori did an excellent job keeping the two of them in frame in the dark, crowded room, and though it sucked to see Brooke with Kyle like that, she did her part of the plan admirably.

Once again I got to see a range of emotions run across Addison's face, though these were considerably harder to watch; she went from surprise, to sadness, to this pitiful look that might have said that she knew this would happen, right before settling on anger as she whirled on Kaitlyn.

"You bitch! You set this up!" Addison exclaimed.

"Technically speaking, we all set this up, but yeah, I did a lot of the leg work," Kaitlyn said, offhand.

"Why?" Addison asked.

I stood up, my cock still hard and bouncing. "Because Kyle's bad news, and eventually everyone around him gets hurt. Because he would've cheated on you anyway, and the sooner it happens, the sooner you can ditch his ass and find a guy worthy of going out with the Homecoming Queen."

Looking back down at my cock, she said, "And you think you're that guy?"

"No. There's a perfect guy out there for you and he's not me, but I know how to have fun. Kaitlyn taught me how," I said.

Subtly, Addison licked her lips. Kaitlyn saw this and continued. "You've been a better friend to me than I've ever deserved, and we didn't want to hurt you, but we need you around to help us do what has to be done tonight."

"What has to be done tonight?" Addison asked, doing a commendable job not shedding a tear, probably because it would mess up her hours of makeup.

"We're gonna ruin Kyle and have fun doing it. You want in?" Kaitlyn asked.

Addison rolled over this thought for longer than I'd have liked, clearly trying to process between her anger for Kaitlyn and her anger for Kyle and the ten inches that bobbed between my legs, practically looking up at her, begging for attention. She wasn't even trying anymore to hide that she was practically drooling over this.

"This is crazy," Addison said.

"No one's denying that," I admitted.

"It's crazy, but... I'm good for it. On one condition," Addison said.

"What?" Kaitlyn asked.

"You help me out of this dress first; it's a rental, and I'm not messing it up for sex," Addison said.

Well.

That seemed reasonable.

And practical.

Kaitlyn must've agreed, because she unquestioningly unzipped the back of Addison's dress, pulling it down and helping her step out of it, setting it on another nearby bench that looked clean enough. She could've thrown it in the showers for all I cared, because Addison's body, unwrapped and fully on display before me was awe-inspiring. Despite her short dancer's frame, her big, round ass and even bigger tits were out of this world. Her tits, partially covered by the Homecoming Queen sash, were big, easily E-cups, with wide areolas a couple shades darker than her already soft brown skin and delicious-looking nipples standing out proudly. Her ass was even more insane, round and begging to be squeezed, split up the middle by a thong in a color that matched the pale yellow color of her dress. Clad only in her tiara, sash, princess gloves, thong and heels, she was about eight different fantasies wrapped up in one.

"Wow," I said.

"Thank you," she said, blushing.

"Love the thong; real classy," Kaitlyn said sarcastically.

"Thanks, bitch," Addison said, flipping Kaitlyn the bird. She started to pull off her sash, but Kaitlyn stopped her.

"No. Leave this on. The tiara too," Kaitlyn said. I was expecting to get Addison naked, but I had to give it to Kaitlyn, she had a good sense for the dramatic. Addison understood that too, nodding at Kaitlyn's suggestion as she hooked her fingers into her thong and dropped it to the floor. Addison's pussy was shaved bare, and though her impromptu entry into this locker room left her in a distinctly un-moist condition, I meant to remedy that.

I walked over to her, looking down into her eyes. Nervously, I kissed her, enjoying the softness of her lips, the way her body relaxed at the kiss, letting me relax with her. I drifted my hands softly up her sides, touching her with only the lightest of grazes of my fingertips, wanting her turned on and primed. Ideally this would be a situation where the sooner we got it over with, the better, but I hadn't left a girl unsatisfied yet, and I didn't want Addison Gonzalez to be the first.

I traced my fingers up and down the curves of her sides, up the outer swells of her breasts, threatening to get close to her nipples. She moaned, disgruntled as I left her nipples alone, but I kissed her softly, capturing that moan and turning it into a deep sound of pleasure. I pressed my body into hers, sandwiching her against a locker as we made out. With one hand, I slipped my cock between her legs, rubbing the head up against her pussy lips. There was a faint trace of moisture there already, but as I rubbed the head against it, the moisture, hers, mine, spread, her moans becoming higher and more demanding.

"Please, please, fuck, please," Addison pleaded. I could've slipped inside so easily, but I denied her this, wanting to drive her wild. I held onto the insistent pressure with my cock, rubbing it against her lips, spreading them around the head slightly, pressing inward, then upward, rubbing against her hardening clit, living for the quickening pace of her breath. When I felt her getting close, knowing that I'd get her going with just the slightest movement, I pulled away from her.

Her eyes blazing with savage fury, she asked, "The fuck?"

Before she could do more than ask, I knelt down to my knees, latching my mouth on her pussy.

"OH, FUCK!" she cried out as I pushed my tongue inside her pussy, running it up and down her delicious folds before sucking on her growing clit.

While I ate her out, Kaitlyn slid up next to Addison, holding her hand and stroking her wrist.

"I told you he was good. Just so you know, I taught him everything he knows, and you know I know how to eat pussy, right?" Kaitlyn boasted, rubbing her hand through my hair, pushing my face deeper into Addison's pussy, deep enough that I couldn't tell her I'd picked up tricks from a few other girls and women from school too.

"You... don't... say," Addison panted, pinching her nipples as Kaitlyn pushed my face into her pussy.

"Yeah. Now, I've never watched this before, but I have to say it's pretty hot. Is it as hot to receive?" Kaitlyn said, still holding Addison's hand while rubbing her free hand up her own body. Through the thin fabric of her dress, Kaitlyn teased one of her own nipples, which threatened to burst through the flimsy cloth.

"Yes... sweet fuck, YES!" Addison exclaimed.

"Do I get a thank you for this gift?" Kaitlyn asked, nodding to me. At her instruction, I slowed down.

"Thank you, thank you, please, please don't stop!" Addison pleaded.

"Oh, come on, I've been so nice to you after you beat me so badly for Homecoming Queen. I think I've earned a little better thank you than that," Kaitlyn said, pushing the fabric of her dress to the side, revealing a breast to Addison.

This wasn't part of the plan, but I could see where Kaitlyn was going with this. She wasn't going to destroy Addison the way we were planning to take Kyle down, but she was still going to get a little revenge on Addison, even if it was just showing her up sexually.

Now, the way Kaitlyn told it, most of the cheerleaders had fooled around with each other at one time or another. The way Addison didn't jump in, I wondered if she'd actually taken part in any of this debauchery, however, the way Kaitlyn was controlling things right now, Addison clearly thought if she didn't do it, I wouldn't let her cum.

Desperate to cum, she latched her lips onto Kaitlyn's exposed breast, sucking and licking fervently, making Kaitlyn moan. I took this as cue enough to dig back into her pussy with full vigor, adding fingers for good measure. Two of them pressed inside her folds while my lips and tongue worked over her clit did the job in a hurry.

Lips pulled from Kaitlyn's tit, Addison's legs trembled as she screamed, "I'M CUMMING, I'M CUMMING, OH FUCK, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUUUUCK MEEEEEEEEEEE!"

I'd had girls who'd gushed while I ate them out before, but Addison's juices were a fucking torrent. I swallowed as much pussy juice as I could, but some still ran down my chin as I kept eating, licking and curling my fingers to give her the most powerful orgasm possible.

When it finally subsided, Addison's body felt like she was made of rubber, her legs barely able to function as Kaitlyn and I guided her over to the bench I'd set the towels out on earlier.

"Oh my god, oh fuck, oh that was nice, that was so nice," she blubbered, kissing me repeatedly, licking her juices off my lips and chin.

Smiling and laughing, she said to Kaitlyn, "Wow, just, thank you, thank you so much, wow, I didn't know, I really didn't, oh my god, you were right."

"You're welcome. And, you haven't even tried out that cock yet!" Kaitlyn clarified.

"Oh!" Addison said, her voice holding the surprise of someone who'd just remembered where they left their car keys. Unhesitatingly, she bent over and took my cock into her mouth, sucking vigorously, rolling her tongue all around the head eagerly, as if wanting to suck all the cum out right now in thanks.

"While that's, oh fuck, while that's nice, I was wondering if you still wanted this in that delicious pussy," I said.

Addison pulled her mouth from my cock, making a loud, wet popping sound as it flopped from her lips. Nodding enthusiastically, she bent over the bench and thrust her ass out towards me. Not needing a second invitation, I lined my cock up with her pussy and slowly pressed it inside. Being as sopping wet as she was, it was an easy entrance, but that didn't mean she wasn't tight.

Addison agreed. "Oh, fuck! FUCK! God, that's big, so much bigger than Kyle's, yes, feed me more, give me more, fuck me with that, FUCK!"

Who was I to say no to the Queen? I fucked into her slowly at first, then building a faster rhythm, pounding her harder into the bench while she squealed and moaned. I don't know what she did to her hair to make it as immovable as it was, but I was impressed that neither it nor her tiara threatened to fall once while I railed her.

Standing at the head of the bench, with a phone in each hand (mine and hers), Kaitlyn said, "Smile!"

With my cock buried tight in the hot Homecoming Queen's pussy, you can bet your ass I smiled.

Addison wasn't quite as quick to smile. "What're, oh god, fuck, what're these for?"

"Memories. His and mine. Unless you want me to send one to Kyle?" Kaitlyn said.

Addison laughed, and Kaitlyn chose that moment to take the pictures.

"Can you imagine the look, on his fucking face?" Addison asked.

"I can," I said. "Not ready for that, yet."

"Yet?" Addison asked, more words cut off by a moan as I kept fucking her.

"Like we said, we're gonna ruin him, but we're also gonna have some fun first," Kaitlyn said, putting the phones back in her purse and straddling the bench in front of Addison. Inch by inch, she pulled up the skirt of her dress, revealing her bare pussy right in front of Addison's face.

"No panties; real classy," Addison said, repeating Kaitlyn's own joke back at her.

"Shut up and eat my fucking pussy, your majesty," Kaitlyn spat out, sliding forward so Addison didn't have much of a choice to do anything but that. Kaitlyn pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her tits and pinching her nipples as Addison ate her out. She moaned. Addison moaned. I moaned. Together we were a train of pleasure as I fucked into Addison and she ate Kaitlyn's pussy. We were beyond words at this point, beyond even our planned revenge, just wanting to take what we could from this experience and make it one none of us would ever forget.

As I grunted and drove into Addison, Kaitlyn and I locked eyes. She smiled deliciously, completely lost to the moment and yet simultaneously telling me that this revenge was pretty sweet. I wouldn't disagree with her on this. Addison's pussy was so sweet, so soft, that I felt like I could fuck it forever.

The way we were going, though, someone would break soon. Shaking and moaning into Kaitlyn's pussy, Addison broke first with another gushing orgasm, collapsing onto the bench, her tits pillowing outward impressively beneath her.

Kaitlyn wasn't far behind, burying her fingers in Addison's hair. "YES, YES YOU FUCKING HOMECOMING QUEEN SLUT, RIGHT THERE, FUCK, FUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCK!!!!!!!!"

Kaitlyn bucked and screamed, forcing Addison's face deeper between her thighs, cupping her tits and squeezing her nipples hard as she let loose.

I wanted to cum. I needed to cum, badly, one week's worth of semen boiled in my balls, the three-way with Addison and Kaitlyn not helping me in the slightest. The only thing that held me back was remembering the plan, which slowed my pace, kept my self-restraint in check. I still fucked in and out of Addison slowly, not wanting to forget what we were doing, but it was as the two of them came down that Kaitlyn and I explained our final move. We told Addison about her part in it, and she was all too eager to agree.

After that, all it took was Kaitlyn sending a text and disappearing into the shadows of the locker room. We waited in agonizing silence as I slowly fucked in and out of Addison's pussy, feeling the pressure boiling, waiting to be released.

The door to the locker room opened, heavy footsteps on the concrete. "Addison? You in here? A little birdie told me you needed some sugar, and Kyle's got sugar to spare, baby."

At this, I started speeding up, pounding Addison again with a greater ferocity, not hiding in the slightest. She picked up her cue and began moaning loudly.

"Oh, fuck yeah, fuck me harder, Ryan! Fuck, you fuck so much better than Kyle! God, your cock is so much bigger!" Addison yelled, so loud that there was no way Kyle could've missed it.

He rounded the lockers in front of us and was granted a perfect view of me fucking his girlfriend from behind in her Homecoming Queen sash and tiara, her massive tits swinging wildly as I railed her. It was at this point that I'd worried that Kyle might charge, but like Kaitlyn said he would, he stayed there in silent shock, trying to figure out how something so patently impossible in his tiny little mind could've happened. Kyle Bowman stood there in slack jawed wonder as I, the nerd he'd knocked out in one punch just last week, gave his moaning, screaming girlfriend the fucking of a lifetime.

Addison looked up at him almost casually and smiled the pretty smile she had on stage. "Oh, hey, Kyle. You know Ryan, right? Yeah, he's got a much bigger cock than you, and is also so much sweeter and smarter and, well, so much better at sex! Just thought you should know all of that before I broke up with you for being a cheating jackass."

This was it. This was the moment of truth. Kyle looked from her, to me, back to her, then at me one final time. Then he screamed, a formless, wild sound that you'd think only an enraged animal could make, right as he charged us.

That wasn't the only dam that broke. When he was within a few steps of us, I couldn't hold it back anymore. I pulled out of Addison, aimed my cock at Kyle, and came all over him. It was a fucking torrent, rocketing with more force than I knew I had in me. I coated his face, his crown, his jacket, his damn Homecoming King sash. He was a fucking mess.

"You just... did you just... did you just FUCKING CUM ON ME? WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?" Kyle roared, stumbling around in confusion.

"Say cheese!" Kaitlyn said, stepping out of the shadows and taking a picture, blinding Kyle with the flash. His legs off balance, he fell on the floor, sputtering and yelling like a maniac.

Needing to get my bearings fast, which was easier said than done after such a hard cum, I stuffed my cock back into my pants, then looked down at Addison.

"You should probably get dressed and hide," I said.

"Way ahead of you," she said, darting for her dress. "Tell me we'll do something like this again sometime?"

"Sounds great to us, but, you know, we gotta fly!" Kaitlyn said, grabbing my wrist and dragging me out of the locker room as the roaring, spluttering Kyle found his feet and started off in pursuit behind us.

"Have a great Homecoming!" I called back to Addison. Whatever her response was, it was cut off by Kyle's roar, which was more than enough motivation for Kaitlyn and I to run like hell.

On the plus side, we didn't have to run very far. The gym wasn't all that far off, and once we were inside and on the dance floor, we blended into the crowd easily enough. If Tori and Brooke had done their part, and I had no reason to believe they hadn't, the cavalry would be waiting not that far away from the locker rooms right about now.

It was. Principal Carpenter, looking more pissed than I'd ever seen her before, stood next to the school's police officer, Officer Henley, looking very much like they were on the prowl. Once the roaring, cum-coated Kyle burst out of the locker room area of the gym, they found their target.

We blended into the crowd easily enough, which made it way more fun to watch what was going down go down. Officer Henley intercepted Kyle handily, and no matter how quiet they tried to make it, things got heated as Kyle was forced to turn out his pockets, turning over his steroids to Officer Henley.

And that is how we got Kyle arrested in front of the entire school in full Homecoming King regalia and covered in my cum. Everyone was laughing, pointing, taking pictures. At first Kyle yelled back and threatened them, but when Officer Henley ziptied his hands behind his back, the weight of what was happening finally sunk in, and Kyle started blubbering. Pleading. Maybe even crying (it was hard to tell under all the cum). For his own sake, they ushered him out quickly, but the damage was already done.

This would be something no one at Regan Hills High School would ever forget.

Filtering through the crowd, Kaitlyn and I found Tori and Brooke, both of whom eagerly took pictures as Kyle was ushered out of the gym.

"Oh man, I hope Nadia lets me write about this for the next issue," Tori said.

"It'd be hard to see avoiding this," I said.

"Probably not in so much detail, though," Tori said, disappointed.

"Fuck, that was fun," Kaitlyn said.

"Yeah, you say it was fun, you didn't have to make out with that creep," Brooke said.

"Nothing you haven't done before," Kaitlyn retorted.

"Yeah, but, like, I was hoping I wouldn't have to do it again," Brooke said.

"Somehow I doubt that'll be a problem again," Tori said.

"Well, that's nice," Brooke said.

Tori looked at me, smirking. "So, was the black eye worth it for that?"

"It's a start," I said.

"Oh, fuck a start, let's finish this off right. My sister snuck me a bottle of Jack last time she was in town, I've been saving it for a special occasion, and this seems like a pretty fucking special occasion. You up for an after party?" Tori asked.

Truthfully, I was fucking tired. I was relieved, and I'd just had some pretty fucking intense sex, and it was hitting me at once. That said, I found it hard to turn Tori down, especially when she'd been instrumental in putting this all together.

"Yeah," I said. I looked at Kaitlyn and Brooke, not wanting to leave them out, but also knowing how Tori felt about them. She'd teamed up with them to pull off this scheme, but now that it was completed...

I think sensing this in me, Tori asked, "You guys wanna join us, or do you have to cheer in the game?"

"Fuck the game," Kaitlyn said.

"Yeah, we were gonna lose anyway, and without Kyle on the team, it won't even be fun watching us lose. Let's, like, bail and get drunk," Brooke said.

Playfully, I linked one of my arms around one of Tori's. Not wanting to be left out, Brooke linked an arm around my other arm. Soon, Kaitlyn linked arms with her as well, and the four of us, laughing and smiling and having pulled off the big, scary revenge against the big and scary Kyle Bowman, walked out of the gym like we owned the place. The optimism and confidence that Kyle had taken from me hadn't returned yet, not entirely, but there was a new feeling I couldn't help but embrace.

It felt a lot like hope. Hope for a better year, hope that if we could change the status quo of Kyle Bowman, that we could do anything we put our minds to.

With three girls I really liked on my arms, I walked out of the Homecoming dance very much looking forward to the after party.