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You're the One that I Want By Jena Corso Edited by Typsie Chapter Eight Bryce would quickly down the shot growing panicky and then once he did Ralph pulled him in tight. With their scotch tongues swirling and Ralph holding him around the waist, there was nothing to do but wrap his arms around his man as they made out. He could no longer stop Ralph's hands from wandering everywhere as next thing he knew, he found himself lifted from floor. With his legs wrapped around Ralph's waist, he was clinging not to be dropped or worse slip down to what was hovering against his tuck. When Ralph's teeth sunk deep in his neck and the passion had his tuck straining, he pushed back putting his heels back on the ground. He'd walk to the bar and pour himself another drink, downing it and then when he turned back towards Ralph, he'd never felt so stimulated, softly biting his lower lip. He closed his eyes for a minute before reaching back undoing his zipper on his lower back and then reached up pulling open the halter straps behind his neck. As the criss cross straps turned limp sliding down freeing his huge faux breast he knew already his boyfriend was certainly not as he wiggled his hips dropping his dress to the floor. What would be left would be a skimpy black lace panel strapless mini- corset that cupped his breast just above the nipples yet was completely see through hiding nothing and not even reaching his exposed navel. Beneath it the matching thong would hide his tucked member but for how long would be the question as it was snugged deep into his anal crack. With his sheer black seemed thigh highs and spikey stilettoes, he looked ready to rock his boyfriend's world as he took the first step towards his love interest that he'd to this point never taken. For the first time in weeks, he felt wobbly in heels yet maybe it was because he could barely feel his feet on the floor. By the second step the room was spinning but all his practice perfecting his wiggle would have him sexily sauntering like it was an afternoon stroll. As he reached his date, he'd rip open his shirt like it never had a button and waste no time sinking his teeth into his chest. After a few bites he dropped down his hand searching for something he never thought he would squeezing it through Ralph's pants. "Oh yeah baby," sighed Ralph softly moaning while reaching down squeezing Bryce's ass. It would be no subtle sign from Ralph to keep proceeding, not releasing his booty pinch until Bryce dropped down his other hand. With his fingers sliding under the belt strap he pulled it open and then unsnapped his pants, as quickly down went his zipper. To his lobe went Bryce's teeth nibbling a few times while inside his boxers went his left hand sliding his nails through Ralph's pubes.. After the few love bites ended his tongue would slide deep into Ralph's ear and he now had his fingers wrapped around Ralph's throbbing flesh. One soft yank would be followed by a much tighter second grasp and after a few yanks on his boyfriend, he'd push down his shorts. As they hit the ground Ralph's eyes were rolling in the back of his head as Bryce dug in his nails while Ralph squealed like a little girl almost hypnotized. Bryce was no stranger himself to a few good love tugs but never did he expect he'd be so turned on conducting it on someone else. "Kick off your shoes and pants," sighed Bryce letting go sliding his nails up Ralph's chest. "I'm ready." "Me too," said Ralph completely turned on. "I want you so bad." "Then take me," said Bryce leaning in and pushing his big faux boobs against him and lifting his knee gently into his man's crotch. "Because if we don't now then we never will." "Then drop down get started," grinned Ralph pushing down at the top of Bryce's head. "Oh, I thought I'd take off these panties and then you'd?" said Bryce on his knees staring at Ralph's erection in his face. "Get fucked before you suck him off?" said Brooke in the door. "Not the way it typically works sweetie. Want to have a boyfriend then blowing him first so he at least last a little while in the sack is part of what you do?" "What are you doing here Brooke?" yelled Ralph pissed at her interrupting. "Catching you with your pants down and her freaking out?" said Brooke folding her arms. "Now it's more like what the hell are you two doing because neither one of you is gay." "Of course we're not," said Ralph insulted. "But if you do this it's not just kissing playing roles so you both will be," fired back Brooke. "Now stop both of you before we can't reverse what's already gotten out of hand." "Like my sexy big boobs?" smiled Bryce squishing Ralph's penis with his boobs and wiggling them back and forth. "And it could easily be back in my hand but I bet he doesn't mind this either." "Definitely not!" sighed Ralph loving it. "You're drunk Bryce," scolded Brooke. "Now let go because you don't even like your own dick in your own hand." "What's out of hand is your jealousy and time to open wide babe," said Ralph softly patting Bryce's hair from atop like a dog. "Now get out because she fucking loves it!" "What she loves is to please and you're taking advantage of her being hammered!" lectured Brooke. "You know you'll fuck anything that moves and she's so gawwdd damn nice she's willing to do anything not to ruin the chemistry for the show." "Like enjoy what will explode from my personal chemistry into her slutty mouth," said Ralph pushing his hand down on top of Bryce's head again. "Now I'm not asking again! Get the fuck out Brooke!" "You damn well know that's not the chemistry I meant and what is out you better not shove in her mouth!" lectured Brooke holding her face on both sides. "She gags on her tooth brush so she won't be able to handle it and I know you Ralph Lenza so I know you won't be able to handle what comes next. Keep your lips closed Bryce." "No it's you that can't handle that you're ex is loving to suck down the former," smiled Ralph grasping a hand full of hair. "So maybe I'll let you stay and watch. Go ahead and open wide babe." "Pick your head up and look at me Bryce! You're plastered and you don't want to do this!" said Brooke seeing Bryce begin to go down on Ralph. "Please let me just take her home Ralph before this gets worse!" "Or better as it's just the start of what I plan on us doing tonight! Maybe I'll let you watch that too!" groaned Ralph pushing Bryce's head back down as it boobed up. "Oh yeah babe!" "No, I can't even watch anymore and please stop!" freaked Brooke turning away horrified. "You two aren't eight year old boys in summer camp and the second she drops those panties what were you going to have a sword fight?" "This is summer camp?" said Bryce popping his head up as the room was spinning. "I love summer camp." "But love sucking cock more," yelled Ralph grabbing the back of her neck. "Back to work bitch." "Let go of her you bastard! She doesn't even know where she is!" said Brooke running over pulling away his hand. "This is even too cruel for you.... Let me help you up honey!" "You are not ruining my night when she's just started to suck my dick and is dying for me fuck her hard," said Ralph infuriated as Brooke pulled Bryce to his feet. "Tell her you want me Bryce." "So bad," said a wobbly Bryce. "I'm his pretty little girlfriend." "See? Now get back to your own date and go watch the movie!" yelled Ralph pointing toward the door. "Once those two things are over you can come take her home." "But what about me? So you weren't going to?" mumbled Bryce sliding his hands between his legs and under one of the thong's straps. "You know recipro - blow?" "After I let you chow down what we both know you want to and then hammer that sexy tight ass?" cringed Ralph looking wide eyed. "Yeah...but no, so please leave the panties on for now and don't think so." "Then think I better have another," started Bryce before staggering and falling. "Bryce!" Rushed over Brooke. "Are you ok?" "No I'm a bimbo and still horny?" slurred Bryce sliding his hand between his legs as he was lying on the floor spread eagle with a huge smile on his face. "We fucking next?" "No honey you're.....Shhittt," mumbled Brooke as Bryce pulled her in jamming his tongue in her mouth before she pushed back. "That's enough Bryce." "Ooppsie?" groaned Bryce staring up at the ceiling licking his lips. "You're not my boyfriend are you?" "Now look what you did!" said Brooke pissed. "She barely knows what the hell is happening here and you still hot for her now moron?" "For a three way if I didn't hate you're fucking guts," joked Ralph before holding out his hands. "Didn't know she couldn't hold her liquor?" "But you didn't know either if she could," scolded Bryce helping him sit up. "Sit up Bryce!" "It does look still up?" said Bryce shaking his head seeing Ralph's naked manhood and reaching out missing it. "And spinning." "You're freaking ossified honey and let's get you up," said Brooke rolling her eyes and grabbing him by one arm as Ralph grabbed the other. "Can you stand?" "I think," slurred Bryce as they got him to his feet. "And I think we should get you dressed to leave," huffed Brooke ready to kill Ralph. "You suck," said Ralph annoyed as Brooke was scooping up Bryce's dress from the floor. "And you shouldn't have tried to force her to!" scolded Brooke pulling it over Bryce's drunken head. "I didn't force anything!" fought back Ralph as Brooke was securing the halter straps around his neck. "You know she's here of her own free will." "Like she'd pick a dress like this feely without being coerced," said Brooke zipping him up and spinning him around quickly adjusting the straps to cover his boobs properly. "You make me sick!" "And I think I'm going to be sick too!" freaked Bryce dashing forward holding his mouth before sticking his head out of the small projector window. "Baarrrrffff." A collective scream would come from below as Bryce barfed up his lungs and then Brooke raced over rubbing his back. "Oh my gawwwddd! It's ok Bryce!" quivered Brooke before looking back at Ralph as she rubbed his back while the rest came out. "You happy now asshole!" "It's you that should be happy you weren't still sitting there anymore," joked Ralph getting re-dressed. "That hole is right above where we sat and she just yaked right down where we were sitting" "Huugghhhh!" gulped Brooke looking down at a guy covered in chum and people freaking out dashing out of the theater. "But my date still is." "Who screamed like a little girl if that was him," laughed Ralph pulling on his shoes. "Guess that's been your type lately lesbo." "Shut up and come help me here with her!" huffed Brooke not amused. "Guess neither one of us is getting laid tonight." "Speak for yourself," joked Ralph coming over and rubbing Bryce's bend over ass. "Looks like she put herself in a perfect spot for me." "She's passed out idiot," said Brooke wanting to choke him. "Carry her to my car unless you plan on taking her home and ringing her doorbell with her like this?" "Nope your car sounds perfect," said Ralph lifting Bryce into his arms as he was passed out cold now. "I figured as much you pussy," snarled Brooke leading them from the room. Down the back staircase went Brooke with Ralph just behind her cradling Bryce. He'd be out like a light the entire way as they sneaked out a fire door exit and not even the evening breeze or Ralph banging his head as he placed him inside the car would awake him. On the phone the entire time she drove would be Brooke with her ex belted in and then as she got to Gracie's house out came the girls. They'd be giggling the entire time they snuck him upstairs and never did he wake. Brooke would text back and forth from his phone with Bryce's mom about a last minute sleep over with the girls in the cast and address all her concerns like she was him. When she finally relented, Brooke would sit back relieved having protected her ex and done her good deed. He'd sleep through all the girl talk and debate that lasted deep into the night before being awakened by Gracie well before school. "Bryce," shook Gracie. "Wake up girlfriend! You have to start getting ready." "Ooohhh," groaned Bryce peeking open her eyes. "Where am I?" "In my room! We let you get up last because you were zonked out and seemed like you need the rest," said Gracie in her nightgown. "Do you not remember coming here?" "Should I?" mumbled Bryce pulling down the covers realizing he was in a long frilly pink nightgown. "With how much you probably drank?" laughed Gracie turning her back to him pulling off her nightgown. "You tell me blondie?" "Wait I slept here?" said Bryce sitting up as she was slipping her arms inside her bra. "At the cast sleepover," said Gracie clipping it behind her back. "All four of us did." "You mean all four girls?" said Bryce rubbing his head as she walked over to her dresser. "Well took some convincing to my mom that you're truly one of us," said Gracie pulling rollers from her hair. "But since we told her you have a boyfriend and he brought you here after your date, she was cool with it." "Oh?" shrugged Bryce watching her toss roller after roller into a bin. "He did?" "Heard you had quite the steamy date girlfriend?" smirked Gracie starting to pick through her hair spraying and teasing. "Yeah," said Bryce grabbing his throat. "And too much liquor." "And maybe going need some lozenges for that throat we'll need you to sing with that sounds scratchy this morning," said Gracie opening her nightstand digging through it. "Does it?" gulped Bryce wiggling his finger against his throat. "A little," said Gracie pulling out some wrapped lozengers. "So you like cherry or grape? And how sore is it?" "Cherry please and pretty sore," said Bryce unwrapping one and tossing it in his mouth. "But I'm not sure why?" "Of course you are," laughed Marcy walking in while brushing her teeth and making a motion like she was sucking her tooth brush in and out. "I remember Brooke gossiping about how big he is so how could you not be sore." "Oh gawwdd!" gulped Bryce covering his mouth. "I couldn't have?" "Please don't play the innocent princess thing after we all just got over hating you and I let you crash at my house," snarled Gracie working on her face. "It's insulting Bryce." "I wasn't," mumbled Bryce holding his head. "And thank you." "Good because you're a really good an actress but maybe not that good and you can thank Brooke or helping you when you got here," joked Marcy walking over to the mirror joining Gracie. "Why she still sticks up for you after all you've done to her, I'll never know." "Me either but understand I've never wanted anything between us," explained Bryce. "Or between any of us?" "But you obviously wanted something between you and Ralphie and you certainly have gotten it haven't you party girl?" joked Marcy taking a big brush to her cheeks. "That was some dress you had on and heard he took you upstairs for a private screening?" "It's all kind of fuzzy but...." recalled Bryce searching his mind. "Yeah?" "Then you'll need some Advil too the second you take a few steps or it'll be quite the long morning sitting on those hard chairs in school," said Gracie shaking a few small pills from a bottle into her hand. "I'll go get you some water and then you better start getting ready." "Holy shit!" said Bryce standing and feeling the pain in his lower back. "How did you know?" "That you'd end up there the second I saw you at the movies and I'm done in the bathroom so it's yours now Bryce," said Brooke walking in fully dressed in her poodle skirt. "I told you he's an amazing lover and a horny bastard but has no creativity. Take the Advil." "So, he brought you there too," sighed Bryce tossing the pills in his mouth and taking the water from Gracie sipping it. "For.. ummm.. some privacy?" "Really it was me that showed him that spot," said Brooke walking over and putting on her sweater. "But you're like easy prey when it comes to his cheap moves and I have to leave early so see you in school ok?" "Wait Brooke," said Bryce grabbing her arm. "About last night?" "Brushed out your hair, rolled your bangs and helped you get dressed for bed," said Brooke giving him a nasty look as she pushed away his hand before pulling the two rollers from his bangs. "You were drunk and exhausted. I felt bad for you so did what I could, but the boobs will need to stay under your blouse until later as I think those need some special remover shit and Ronnie's help to get off." "Thank you and not what I was asking," said Bryce as Brooke was finger brushing them for him. "Don't," said Brooke stepping back fanning out her fingers getting annoyed. "Just because we're girlfriends now doesn't mean we need to discuss everything Bryce and being next to you in the movie I saw enough. Now I'd rather some things are left unsaid." "Ok I get it," slumped Bryce. "But since you helped me then you're not mad?" "And none of my business if you did get it but bend one leg back and sit in your shoe. Sore as I'm sure you are that's what will really help more than me setting your bangs. Winked Brooke before rolling her eyes to the sky. "Had your clothes sent here and they're hanging up in the closet. Now go get ready before you make the other girls late for their premier in school." "But Brooke?" questioned Bryce. "Needs a fucking break from you," said Brooke tossing her pocketbook strap on her shoulder. "Now just go be fucking Sandy like you're supposed to be already!" Like a flash she was gone always having the last word as into the bathroom went Bryce to get ready. He was used to her tirades, so knew he better shut up and just give her some time. He rinsed out his mouth with Listerine more times than he could count and was never more thrilled to being handed the spare tooth brush. With a wash cloth he was that dirty girl doing his best without a shower as there would be not enough water in the world to make him feel clean. A new paint job on his face or clean underwear wouldn't make him feel refreshed even as his hangover began to subside. Into his own eyes he soul searched as he flat ironed his hair but as straight as it came he knew he no longer might be. Was this a temporary phase or just a drunken lustful night he wondered as he pulled back some sections tying a ribbon near his crown. The soreness in his throat would be hopefully temporary as into his top went his faux boobs but the good girl felt soiled for life in a top a size or two too small. While a few buttons would be strained, what was under his poodle skirt was shrunken and just the opposite as he stared at his character coming together ashamed by his actions. He'd tried hard to be the good girl just like Sandy was, yet what was hard non-stop on his date is what did him in. Was it the constant peer pressure or was this who he wanted to be, he wondered as he sprayed his hair and added a last coat to his lips. In a white short sleeve shirt blouse, yellow poodle skirt and black and white saddle shoes, Sandy looked ready for her first day at Ridel but beneath all the makeup she was ready to cry. He wished his short bangs were long cover to his eyes or his ribbon long enough to hang himself because he knew if the girls knew what he did last night, then so would the whole school soon enough. He stepped from the bathroom sore and ready for ridicule as this Sandy wouldn't come to Ridel on her first day as innocent or pure but instead possibly be judged as a slut. When he exited the bathroom, he'd be practically mugged by Gracie as she tossed him his school sweater and grabbed his hand as they raced down the stairs. With her mother already in the car beeping the horn there would be no time to feel sorry for himself as they scurried out the door. With so much nervous energy in the car he did his best to forget last night's stupor but the soreness he felt as he shifted his weight constantly in an attempt to get comfortable would be a constant reminder. The speed bumps near the school would have him biting his lip not to yelp but the banners and celebratory decorations as they pulled up would mask even the loudest shrieks with girly squeals. As they stepped from the car flash bulbs popped and the student body applauded. With everyone dressed in theme it was exciting to see as over came Ralph wasting no time planting a soft kiss on his girl. "Morning Sandy," said Ralph breaking the kiss. "Morning Danny," said Bryce shly. "Pose for a few shots you two please," said a staffer as just that quickly Bryce was on his man's arm delivering his best fake smile. Once the shots were done, they'd both be able to take a breath and then watch everyone, thrilled with the atmosphere as even before school began there was already a buzz in the air. "Look at all this!" said Ralph feeling proud. "Isn't this amazing?" "Yeah," sighed Bryce looking around in awe. "Everyone seems so excited." "Of course they are," said Ralph in a great mood. "It's like they've gone back in time." "If only," said Bryce opening his purse and peeling open a wrapper before tossing another lozenge in his mouth. "You ok?" said Ralph as Bryce shoved the wrapper in Ralph's pocket "Fine," nodded Bryce. "Just a little bit of a sore throat and no pockets in this skirt." "After what you did last night," joked Ralph. "How could you not?" "Already you're starting?" huffed Bryce rolling his eyes not amused and grasping his purse strap. "I gotta go to class." "Wait don't you want me to carry your books and shouldn't we walk in together," reacted ralph grabbing his hand. "Especially today?" "We should but what I can't do is talk about last night," said Bryce turning and looking him right in his face. "So please promise me we won't and then I will." "Ok but what happened last night, it doesn't change anything between us," said Ralph, softly planting a kiss. "I feel bad you might have drank too much but..." "But don't," said Bryce putting his fingers over Ralph's lips. "I need to make sure every step I take this week is as Sandy and the good girl they expect me to be! That alone is going to be hard enough for me after last night and how guilty I feel." "But why would you feel guilty?" questioned Ralph looking confused. "Because I have a conscious! Because my mind is fucked up!" said Bryce fighting his emotions. "Because regardless of what's under my skirt I've never been the type to sleep around and really always was a good girl or until recently a good person!" "And probably always will be so I understand but after last night you still have nothing to feel guilty about!" said Ralph pulling him in hugging him. "And easy for you to say because I'm not sure if I should or shouldn't but with how sore my throat is and how it hurt hitting every pot hole I'll be stuck thinking about that all day," said Bryce pushing back from their embrace. "Now I know it's my fault that I needed the liquor to do something I was afraid to do but what I need now is a supporting boyfriend to make me not feel like some hussie when I need to be a good girl so maybe... and I mean maybe I can work my way up to ...... be the girlfriend you want me to be and maybe do it again?" "Again?" grinned Ralph wiggling his fingers between Bryce's. "I said maybe and it's a big maybe," sighed Bryce looking scared. "Did you not hear all the maybe's?" "Yeah," nodded Ralph rubbing Bryce's finger and noticing the ring. "Ok then," said Bryce swallowing hard nodding and lifting Ralph's hand softly kissing it. "But not these next few days or for a while or I don't even know when! I need to focus on rehearsal and not have you pressure me." "I mean sure I can do that and there's no pressure," smiled Ralph trying to keep a straight face. "But not sure you can top it." "Really?" cringed Bryce as they walked hand in hand towards class. "You're kidding?" "Oh yeah babe," smiled Ralph rubbing his thumb. "Still can't get the image of you in that black lingerie after you dropped your dress to the ground out of my mind but I thought you didn't want to talk about it?" "I don't and I can't even deal with that," said Bryce pecking a kiss and grabbing his books back from Ralph. "I gotta go." "Ok see you at rehearsal," shouted out Ralph as Bryce scurried away. "And I know it'll be tough after last night but try not to think about me too much!" "That was just fucking evil," said Brooke standing behind him with her arms folded around her books. "Telling her not to miss her boyfriend too much?" smirked Ralph starting to walk away. "If you've noticed the way she looks at me I probably didn't need to." "Dream on she's an actress" snarled Brooke. "And you damn well know I mean making her think you had sex." "And seems to me from the way she reacted this morning that even after your girl's night together you didn't tell her we didn't?" smirked Ralph. "She was passed out the whole time and wasn't awake for any of the gossip," said Brooke looking at him side eyed nastily. "But what you let Miss innocent run off thinking? That was just so wrong." "The only thing wrong has been you and the girls painting her as a slut like we already did it well before yesterday," snapped back Ralph. "You think I haven't heard the whispers as you've tried to tarnish her good girl image for your own gain." "Which since I'm stuck rocking this shitty pink hairdo has worked as well as your plan to get her hammered and take advantage," grinned Brooke. "Yeah, it worked better on a real slut like you," answered Ralph, giving her a dirty look. "Like you ever needed to get me drunk for sex?" said Brooke rolling her eyes. "As I recall it was me that needed to get you a little hammered so I could use my vibrator on you just like I did Bryce last night when you got a little boring in bed and I need some kink." "That was one time and I hated it," complained Ralph feeling himself perspire. "Wait... You did what to her last night?" "Did you a favor and why do you think she's limping a little," grinned Brooke. "So say thank you?" "You mean did something to fuck with her mind, because I know you'd never do shit for me," yelled Ralph getting angry with her. "True," laughed Brooke. "Admittedly I was pissed that I was stuck home with the girls, not getting laid, cleaning up your mess so when I was done with it I was curious if he could handle what might have been." "What would have been, if you didn't interrupt!" said Ralph getting nasty. "Would never have been without scotch and even so best you would have done is disgustingly spewed in her face prematurely after two gulps before she ran for the door," said Brooke shaking her head. "Again, you're both not gay unless you're hiding something you'd like to admit to me?" "I have nothing to admit except I don't see Bryce as anything other than my co-star and the hottest girl, like most guys do," argued Ralph. "If I didn't I wouldn't even be able to kiss her let alone get aroused." "Which is why you'll be boasting about scoring the sexy blonde," said Brooke tapping her chin. "Won't you?" "Like I need to," said Ralph shaking his head at her. "With your fucking ego?" laughed Brooke rolling her eyes at him. "Of course you do, so again this turned out even more perfect then I imagined, so you're welcome." "Perfect for me that she wants to do even better next time but I know you Brooke so what do you want," said Ralph skeptical. "Because it's certainly not me having any pleasure!" "Nothing really, but to relish his anxiety, that my ex thinks he got his brains fucked out or sucked a dick and will be mortified hearing the whispers yet unable to deny it," said Brooke. "Mostly what I wanted was to see what she remembered and now we both know the answer don't we?" "And you're calling me evil," said Ralph appalled. "No just calling a truce between us for a common interest while I enjoy laughing my ass off until we see where this takes us?" said Brooke putting out her hand for a shake. "Unless you plan on telling her what really happened?" "And get her pissed when I have her almost ready again?" grinned Ralph taking her hand then gently shaking. "My lips are sealed." "Not possible with your big mouth, which is why as bad as I feel about this?" Paused Brooke before looking angry and serious. "Yet I'm still stuck as this fucking beauty school dropout bitch and then I don't! So fuck it! Let's drag this out and have some fun with it because she can't have all the fun can she?" "Without my dick in her mouth?" joked Ralph before starting to walk off. "Definitely not, so remind me never to fuck with you Brooke." "Then consider yourself reminded lover boy," said Brooke stopping him from walking off and patting him on the ass. "Because next time I'm not going to stop you and no shot you'll get her to drink again before you get her clothes off. So, if that does happen next time, they'll be no denying that you'll definitely be gay." He swallowed hard as she delivered a little pinch on his left cheek, before off walked Brooke with a huge grin on her face. He stood red faced for a few seconds before heading off to class feeling a knot in his stomach. Just as she expected he spent the rest of his day showing he was just the opposite puffing out his chest and making sure everyone knew he was the school's alpha male. He'd flirt a little with every girl that chatted with him proud of being Danny Zuko the show's star, yet make sure everyone knew he was taken. Around his girl went his arm every chance they had to be together as Danny and Sandy were constantly on display. Through his poodle skirt he'd all day be reminded of what would have been without barrier the night before and when they were not as close, Bryce would find himself staring down at Danny's tight pants. It was like Danny's bulge would never leave, almost like it was waiting to once again enter him and their soft kisses for the backstory on command, thankfully distracted him from his gaze. He was much happier being the perky little blonde trying to ignore all the whispers that would be impossible not to hear, as it was so much easier just to be the perpetually cheerful little co-star. The stage and his singing served as his private oasis, as regardless of who he did a scene with, he aced it. His scenes with Brooke would be brief and their conversations even shorter as every time he tried to engage her on breaks, would be ignored. He hated when she would get like this, but needed to focus and she apparently needed her space. The Ridel High set had now become his own escape anyway, from the sexual confusion that occupied his mind during class and behind the cameras his love interest was just an actor. With the first day in a Ridel sweater and a poodle skirt behind them, he'd head off to see Ronnie and finally have his prosthetics removed. It would be a weight off his shoulders both literally and physically but a clear reminder he was just an actor himself. None the less, he was relaxed around his mentor, yet knew after how he asked Ronnie to dress him, would have the inquisition coming his way. Dozens of questions about how his first sexual escapades with his boyfriend would follow, as Ronnie dissolved the glue yet only leave Bryce with more questions himself as he searched his mind answering as best he could. As Ronnie peeled away silicone, he was peeling back the onion as little fragments of the night before were beginning to return but the lingering soreness seemed confirmation enough of the wild night. With Ronnie more excited about Bryce's new sexual prowess for a hot guy and Bryce not being able to answer all his questions, he shifted their conversation to a new type of lesson plan. Instead of makeup lessons or vocal coaching he spent his time telling him about how to take the next steps to please his man. Explicit descriptions of things he should try would have Bryce cringing and hearing things Bryce never imagined he'd be hearing, would require no curling iron to make his hair curl. Positions he'd be told he should try as they advance would not be dance steps and sensations he could experience with things deep in his throat would be well beyond his vocal chords. It was a lecture that had him scared stiff but certainly not stiff beneath his skirt below his own waistline. Thinking about having to do some of this or what his boyfriend might expect would have him petrified to be anything other than the good girl and now relieved he couldn't remember most of what he thought he already did. He'd go home that night with a new understanding of what could be done without a vagina and a hell of a lot more knowledge about all types of sex. What might have been too graphic did keep him awake and have him wondering, but the next day's packed agenda was a welcome and thankful distraction. As part of the story Sandy joins the Ridel High cheer squad and with a basketball game on tap, they had picked today to have Sandy in her cheer outfit. Sporting a red-and-white uniform that consisted of a white sweater with a red contrasting Peter Pan collar, Bryce stepped out of his mother's car dropping him off as 1958 cheer girl. Across his back to normal faux chest with a perky full B-cup sat the Ridel logo "R" atop the outline of a bull horn and beneath his cheer sweater a red flaring midi-skirt. With his cute bangs fronting a high ponytail that hung pin straight it was a simple style adorned with a girly red bow. Soft red lips with a bit of shine would invite in the eye of the boys and a rosy cheek gleam off his face, catch a touch of the morning sun. Little white sneakers and socks would cement the cheerleaders of that era as quite conservative as he felt cute enough to be almost skipping on this morning with a stay focus on the role hop in his step. "Miss Barbato may I have a moment please," said Mrs. Abel walking towards him as he headed down the sidewalk toward school. "Of course," smiled Bryce. "What a pleasant surprise to see you here Mrs. Abel." "Well since we've decided to film the basketball game and both my main stars are participating," said Mrs. Abel. "How could I not be here to see it?" "But that's not until after school?" said Bryce a bit surprised. "Why would you need to come so early to set up?" "Since we've changed your role in it dear," explained Mrs. Abel stroking his pony. "And my staff does the set up so I'm not here for that?" "Changed my role?" questioned Bryce getting nervous. "Did I do something wrong? Am I in trouble again because I've been working really hard and everyone's been telling me my singing's been on point?" "Dear it seems that everything's been on point so don't be worried," said Mrs. Abel grabbing his shoulder calming him. "But that is why I wanted to see you and you're not in trouble." "Oh thank gawwddd!" huffed Bryce holding his chest relieved. "You make me nervous sometimes Mrs. Abel." "What I'm trying to make you is a star and the way you look today is wonderful," said Mrs. Abel stepping back and looking him up and down. "But it doesn't mean we don't have to do better." "Oh? Of course, I can always do better and I always want to do better Mrs. Abel," said Bryce getting nervous again. "But this is what they gave me to wear and told me how to do my hair? I'm sure you know I've never dressed like a cheerleader before so just tell me what I should change and I will! Curls? More makeup? Anything?" "No how you look is spot on for the character dear," said Mrs. Abel with a smirk. "It's just we realized even after all your dance lessons we never practiced your cheers." "Because I thought I was just going to be filmed on the sidelines sitting there?" said Bryce giving her a funny look. "Wave my pom poms on cue and prepared to jump up and scream like any other girlfriend at her boyfriend's game or even when I'm asked to." "Which was initially the thought, until we've watched how you've progressed and could handle more," said Mrs. Abel tapping her cheek thinking. "We've now decided you should be out there with the other girls on the floor." "Like a real cheerleader?" gulped Bryce as his eyes grew wide. "Who will all be in the same 1950s uniforms," reasoned Mrs. Abel. "You'll blend right in dear." "With the actual cheerleaders who are the most popular girls in the school and mostly hate me these days?" said Bryce cringing. "Not sure that's a good idea." "Of course it is, you're our star," laughed Mrs. Abel playfully slapping his arm. "And you should be used to girls being jealous and hating you." "Kind of am," admitted Bryce making a face. "But how will that make for good film with me standing there faking it while they are actually cheering?" "Who said you wouldn't be cheering?" grinned Mrs. Abel with her hands on her hips. "We need this to be authentic and your best effort!" "Mrs. Abel I always give you my best effort," objected Bryce swallowing hard. "But I don't know any cheers." "Yet learned all the dance steps in two days that took some of the other girls a week," said Mrs. Abel rolling her eyes. "Or am I mistaken?" "No," frowned Bryce. "But the game is today." "Which is why I've arranged that after a few classes you'll be in the gym learning to cheer," explained Mrs. Abel looking him dead in the face. "Without a break for lunch, your skills as a dancer and all your classes postponed for the afternoon....That should be enough." "Will it?" gulped Bryce feeling his stomach drop. "Better be," said Mrs. Abel staring at her nails. "I canceled my nail appointment this afternoon to observe this first hand. I have lots in mind for you Miss Barbato but you must show me you're an even quicker learner than you have been and can perform under the gun!" "Yes Mrs. Abel I can do that," nodded Bryce appreciative. "I'm up for the challenge." "Good girl," Patting Mrs. Abel as she walked off. "I look forward to seeing if you truly are and good morning Mr. Lenza." "Morning Mrs. Abel," said Ralph surprising Bryce wrapping his arms around him from behind as Mrs. Abel walked off and kissing his neck. "And even without the big hooters seeing you in this I'm certainly up for it." "No shock there," laughed Bryce being snuggled from behind and turning his neck accept a kiss. "And when this cheer dress flips up, I'm thinking you better not be," joked Ralph taking a nibble on his neck as he tickled his girl. "Shut up," laughed Bryce elbowing him in the ribs before turning pecking a kiss. "And thought you didn't want to know about that." "Still don't," said Ralph taking his hand and touching his face with the other staring into his eyes. "But as gorgeous as you look today no one would ever believe it." They'd make out for a second until Bryce pushed back gathering himself. "Thanks I guess," said Bryce apprehensive but happy to be complimented. "Seems somebody showed up in a really good mood today?" "Dating a hot cheerleader?" said Ralph pecking a kiss again. "How could I not?" "When your hot cheerleader embarrasses the shit out you while you're trying to make a three pointer fucking up the routine she'll be lucky to know," said Bryce concerned walking over sitting down on the park type bench. "That's how." "Yeah, that'll be worth shooting up a brick or two," grinned Ralph, trying not to laugh as he went over and sat next to her. "But really worth watching." "Thought you liked watching me for a different reason?" said Bryce being silly flipping around his pony acting cute. "Well yeah?" smiled Ralph pulling him onto his lap. "And guess I wasn't the only one that showed up in a good mood today." "Hard not to when I can't stop thinking about all the things I could do to top our last time," grinned Bryce wiggling his ass on his lap. "And I'm constantly reminded that I should since it's already under my cheer skirt." "But I thought you weren't ready?" sighed Ralph already dying inside. "You know again just yet?" "I'm not and still confused," said Bryce leaning back pecking the softest wet kiss. "But that doesn't mean it doesn't have my head spinning thinking about it?" "Mine too," said Ralph gasping. "As you can tell." "Then better be on your game for me later, if you expect me to be on mine when the time comes hot shot," said Bryce slowly standing up and bending over peeking back watching Ralph stare at his ass. "Now that's pressure," Grimaced Ralph biting his lip hard. "No not popping the tape I feel stretching," said Bryce standing up straight and leaning back planting a soft kiss. "That's real pressure so please let me go so I can run inside and fix that." Into school raced the perky cheerleader hurrying to the ladies room before the bell rang quickly fixing himself. He'd only have a few classes before he needed to head down to learn a few cheers so felt even more anxious as time passed. When the last class ended, he'd have to attend, his stomach would be in knots, afraid he'd make a fool of himself but when he entered the gym, trying to stay calm it would not be the cheer coach waiting to teach him. "Brooke?" said Bryce surprised. "Is quite the talented cheerleader and one of the captains," answered Mrs. Abel sitting on the bench with a clipboard. "So, I've asked her to work you out." "Oh?" swallowed Bryce. "Sure?" "Is there a problem girls?" questioned Mrs. Abel not looking too pleased. "Not if she's willing to work hard and curb her attitude," said Brooke tapping her foot with her arms folded. "My attitude? I mean.....No problem Mrs. Abel," said Bryce already getting frustrated. "I know she's quite talented." "Just not as talented as you are blondie," said Brooke spreading her legs and lifting her arms in the air. "Let's start with a stretch." "A stretch? Why not?" said Bryce copying the pose and lifting his arms stretching. "Since you wanting to work me out today can't be much of one?" "I'm not thrilled about it either, but it did get me out of class," said Brooke leaning all the way left. "But it's really your boyfriend that's been working you out not me. I'm just here to teach you." "We're not really going to talk about that all day are we," said Bryce as they leaned to the right. "Me no?" said Brooke spreading much wider. "Legs wider now and bend forward to touch the floor." "Ok good," said Bryce spreading wide and bending forward following along. "But you never told me how good it was for you?" said Brooke while bend all the way forward towards the ground. "Because that part we girls usually tell each other." "I just thought you said we weren't going to talk about it and didn't want to?" complained Bryce while staring at the floor bent over. "With you spreading your legs as far as you can or bending over shaking your ass?" grinned Brooke teasing him. "Will be tough not to be reminded of that this whole session but I'm sure you're still sore enough that it could be too painful if you're constantly reminded? Or maybe not slut." "Please don't call me that," barked back Bryce trying to keep his voice down stretching. "And if this is the way our conversation is going to go I'd rather not even think about it." "But I bet you can't?" smiled Brooke reaching back tapping her ass. "Stop thinking about it... can you princess?" "Well seems like you girls have put things behind you are getting along so I'll leave you and check on you later," said Mrs. Abel getting up after finishing her notes. "Sound good Mrs. Abel," said Brooke ending her stretch before mumbling. "And I may not have but she's certainly plenty behind her." "Brooke I was drunk and I really don't remember much," said Bryce ending his stretch. "Now can we please just focus on you teaching me?" "To fuck or suck cock?" joked Brooke walking over talking a sip of her water. "It would be awkward after all we've been through together, but I guess." "To cheer," huffed Bryce not amused as she screwed the cap back on placing it down. "Prefer to see if we can jog that bimbo memory and hear all about how my ex was able to deep throat that huge cock that gave her a sore throat?" said Brooke walking over turning on the music and trying not to laugh before turning serious. "But since I know that bitch Mrs. Abel doesn't trust me and is watching us over the security cameras, I guess we have to. Try to follow along now buttercup." Into position went Brooke as she winked up towards the security camera and then Bryce followed along. In a way it would be like old times rehearsing together as she was always the bossy one and that part she enjoyed. Instead of melodies or dance steps she'd show him moves and constantly make him repeat them berating him when he'd screw up. Memorizing the cheer parts were easy for him, as he heard them for years but putting it together with the steps a bit tougher as she endlessly corrected his mistakes. One thing she knew though was that he was a tireless worker never wanting to make the squad look bad and he'd kill himself to learn the step assignment to not let anyone down. As time went on, he was getting down the moves he'd seen her do so many times from the stands feeling more comfortable that he was about to join her for a day. When finally, he'd gone through the six routines a few times without a hiccup, in came four of the other cheerleaders with their coach. Coach Lisa would now put him in position between the four girls and then pull him out to have Brooke demonstrate the spacing before he'd take an actual turn. His cheer and moves would now have to be used while part of the group and with them memorized or in muscle memory he focused on her commands. Thirty minutes of doing what they could to perfect the choreography would lead to some surprised looks from the other girls and then a few nods from Coach Lisa to dismissing them seemingly pleased. "Cross me off the list of doubters Bryce," said Coach Lisa shaking her head. "If only I'd have known you had these moves before you were a senior I would have been all over your ass to join the squad." "Like your boyfriend is now," whispered Brooke teasing as she walked past him to sip her water. "Thank you, Coach," smiled Bryce before shooting Broke a dirty look. "But I've really always been more into acting." "And cross me off the list of doubting you make an amazing Sandy too," laughed Coach Lisa patting his arm. "See you out there in twenty minutes honey." "Did you have to say that?" snapped Bryce. "She could have heard that?" "You think she coaches bitchy girls for a living and doesn't hear all about their sex life," said Brooke rolling her eyes. "She's used to it." "But maybe I'm still not," grumbled Bryce biting his lip. "Why? You suddenly embarrassed about it?" said Brooke toe to toe with him. "I get that some of it is still new, but you kiss him in front of the whole school so how could you be?" "Still am sometimes," huffed Bryce letting out a breath. "And could we not fight after we had such a nice time together." "Did we?" said Brooke making a face. "Because I didn't feel like we were fighting and it wasn't me that brought this up." "Laughing and dancing like we always did?" said Bryce taking her hand looking at her. "Tell me you didn't?" "I do miss those times," said Brooke squeezing it back. "Me too," said Bryce feeling the emotion. "I know you do," said Brooke breaking eyes contact. "But don't look at me like that." "Then how should I?" questioned Bryce rubbing her finger. "Without those stupid big blue eyes looking into mine cheer girl," said Brooke feeling the emotion herself enjoying the touch. "Like I loved every minute of us being together no matter how much you ripped on me?" joked Bryce looking at her lovingly. "Yeah, that look," huffed Brooke, pulling away her hand and turning away. "That's the one I don't want to see." "Why, because you can't admit you still care like I can," said Bryce, turning her shoulders so she had to look at him. "Because I still care about you a lot." "You always were such a girl," said Brooke letting out a nervous giggle and pushing his hands off her. "And even though all I want to be, is a bitch to you is what makes all this so hard." "But it doesn't have to be," said Bryce shaking his head. "I know and I feel terrible about that," sighed Brooke before taking a deep breath. "And I know you'll hate me but there's something I feel guilty about that I need to tell you." "Just one thing?" said Mrs. Abel interrupting looking at her watch. "And not so important that you didn't bring up while you've been together for hours so will have to wait." "Obviously not?" snarled Brooke rolling her eyes. "But both of you looking sweaty and disheveled on camera is," said Mrs. Abel before spouting orders. "Miss Barbato why don't you head next store where Ronnie will touch you up and in your case Miss Benson I believe you may want to wash up before you change." "Ok," hugged Bryce. "See you out there and we'll talk later." "Sure," said Brooke breaking the hug as he hurried off before turning to Mrs. Abel. "And I guess the star gets her face touched up but the rest of us are on our own?" "That is how it works in show business honey," said Mrs. Abel checking her phone half ignoring her. "Yeah I get it and I am really not that sweaty but I did expect to freshen up anyway," smirked Brooke shaking her head. "Really all I need to do is pick out this hair a little but if you did have extra Ridel cheer uniform I'd be happy to change." "I meant change back into your poodle skirt dear," grinned Mrs. Abel picking up her head from her phone. "Now run along to wardrobe as we have plenty of your outfits there or did you not realize that Frenchy was never a cheer leader." "But I'm an actual cheerleader and this is an actual game," said Brooke getting upset. "Did you maybe not realize I stand front and center and I'm a lead?" "Realized all those things and why we filled that spot for today," said Mrs. Abel with grin on her face. "Well done dear and great job on the training." "Not again!" said Brooke floored. "Are you fucking kidding me?" "Excuse me missy," snapped Mrs. Abel not taking any shit. "Because I'm sure that couldn't have been directed towards me." "It wasn't Mrs. Abel but I've worked really hard here?" said Brooke boiling inside. "Learned everything! Done everything you've asked! Let you butcher my hair and even stooped to the level of being my own boyfriend's understudy." "You mean Ralph's girlfriend's understudy," clarified Mrs. Abel. "Which as I recall you pushed to be." "Yes," said Brooke trying to control her temper. "Then why the concern to continue what you've already done so well at," said Mrs. Abel. "If she slips you pounce. That is in your nature isn't it young lady, but since I care about the entire cast not just her I believe I can help you with that temper of yours and getting out some of those aggressions. Have you considered anger management classes that I could get you in?" "I don't need fucking anger management and because no way in hell would my Coach let you do this to me," exploded Brooke before taking a breath trying to calm herself. "Now letting your star cheer with us for the camera is one thing but replacing a captain could never happen! She'd never fucking ever!" "Until we signed up to sponsor the team all next year, gave your Coach the opportunity to choreo a cheer scene in a movie at our studio and will be buying the squad new uniforms for next season," rattled off Mrs. Abel. "You're right it did take a lot! Kind of a good deal for everyone though so having a senior cheer captain who graduates this year miss one piddly meaningless game and will be gone before the next is a really small favor in return. Don't you think?" "What I think is after all you've done to me, I'd have no way to get this stupid cheer bow on my head anyway," yelled Brooke, tossing it to the ground in a tantrum. "See that's more like never fucking ever or at least for a year or so until you could make a pony again so problem solved," grinned Mrs. Abel talking with her hands. "Cheerleaders just don't look right without their bows anyway and worse with short hair like yours." "Finally something we agree on!" said Brooke steaming. "And I thought we had agreed on you being a supportive co-star and happy with your scholarship," shrugged Mrs. Abel. "But did we need to discuss that before you go change because Claire Downs has been studying quite hard as your understudy and would cut her hair for me quicker than you could run down to wardrobe and get back in that poodle skirt for me." "I fucking know she would," huffed Brooke with smoke still coming out of her ears. "Then nice chatting with you Miss Benson and run along to change," said Mrs. Abel flicking her wrist signaling him to scurry off. "Because I'm sure being as supportive as you are you wouldn't want to miss seeing how well your student does and our new cheerleaders debut." "Yeah?" said Brooke turning and walking off. "Hope she breaks a leg." "Of course, you do," smiled Mrs. Abel.