Senior Year Memories Ch. 05

"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.