When she showed up at the gym, Courtney felt like
screaming. The last thing she expected was to see her
there, trying for the cheerleading squad. Knowing she
would never get to see her again had been the main
reason to do what she did.
She was so smug and so punk and so gorgeous, just like
the time they had met. Her lips were still pouty and
her attitude was even cockier. It made her groan, but
apparently everyone thought it was because of dislike
and she wasn't in a hurry to correct them. Jan, Les
and Tor seemed fascinated by her, even if she knew
nothing about cheering or routines.
Courtney indeed screamed but not in the way she would
if her real feelings were expressed; she just sided
with Whitney and said they already chosen the
replacement. It was Whitney's younger sister, even if
she had the grace of a rock; they would later work on
Badmouthing her was easy, she just blocked all the
memories and announced at the top of her lungs that
she was not what they were looking for.
Of course, she was right about the they thing, but the
way the brunette's eyes studied her confirmed every
single suspicion Courtney had: she remembered!
The cocky, dark girl might not be the cheerleading
type, and Courtney would never accept her in the
squad; but both were concious of one thing: Missy had
already been accepted by Courtney because of some
other skills she posessed.
Raking her eyes on the brunette's body, she spotted
the black traces on her left upper arm and she smiled
widely. Back then, Missy didn't have tattoos, then
again, it could have changed. Courtney reminded them
the rules about tattoos, and Missy just grinned in
that shit-eating way of hers, flipped the bird, licked
her finger tauntingly and showed us this tattoo was
not, since she had been bored during one of her
Once again, Courtney groaned, this time because of
anger. That's when Whitney's bitchy side showed up and
she had to ask Missy to do all those flips. Courtney
knew Whitney thought Missy wouldn't be able, and if
she hadn't met the brunette before she'd be as sure as
Being the hardcore gymnast Missy was, it wasn't likely
that she would fail. And she didn't, she awed the hell
out of them. And even if Courtney enjoyed the sight,
she had to stay focused on convincing the rest of them
to side with Whit and her against Torrance.
When Torrance said nothing, Missy got tired of waiting
and left just as she had arrived. Courtney thought it
was over but Torrance had other ideas already and she
was quite loud at voicing them.
Evidently, Missy Pantone's thing for cheerleaders not
only drove her to do or become one of them, she also
had to infatuate the Captain. To say that Courtney was
beyond pissed was the understatement of the century.
She couldn't believe Torrance had pulled ranks! She
had done exactly what Courtney thought she would never
dare: going against Whitney and her. So far, Torrance
had been doing what they wanted and kicking Missy's
butt out of there was the logical next step but no,
Miss Cheerleader Shagger had showed off enough to make
Tor go all bitchy on them. Not even Big Red had been
And then, when Torrance left after Missy, all Courtney
could hear was a voice at the back of her head,
Just once, Court... Just once, huh?
That weekend in Los Angeles had been the best time of
her life, mostly because she had been left alone by
her parents. They had some important dinner but she
wasn't in the mood to go. They thought she should come
along, even if she wasn't attending the event. She had
reluctantly accepted, it was Los Angeles after all,
maybe she could find something interesting there.
As soon as her parents called to her room, saying they
were ready to go, she did what any red-blooded girl
her age would do; she planned a night out. She had to
be stupid to stay and watch TV when the whole city was
waiting for her.
She wasn't going to miss her only chance, probably in
the rest of her life, to do what she wanted, the way
she wanted and with whom she wanted... She accepted
she wasn't very bright, but this a one time thing!
So she picked her sultriest outfit, checked herself in
the full length mirror, applied some make-up and tried
a new 'do. When she was satisfied with her looks, she
hurried out of the room, rode the elevator down,
slipped away from the guards, walked a couple of
blocks and took a cab.
Something along the lines of 'any interesting place
for a girl like me', along with the promise of a good
tip, and Courtney was on her way to a funny night. It
amazed her the bored look the driver gave her, before
he nodded and started driving. She found the idea of
nobody caring if she was a teenage, an adult or if she
was asking for trouble, quite refreshing. She sensed
she could ask to be taken to some BDSM club and still
he'd take her there, just as long as she paid what the
The ride took about half an hour, then she was dropped
in the middle of a bunch of weird goth kids. She threw
a questioning glance at the driver and he shook his
head smiling, before pointing farther to the right.
Oh, that was more like it; at least, the kids hanging
around the entrance seemed normal, as far as a kid in
LA could be.
By the time she reached the bouncer, the air was
getting chilly and neither her barely there top nor
her minuscle skirt were enough to cover her up. To
make things worst, the stupid jerk kept stealing
glances at her rack, evidently noticing the effect the
air had on her nipples. She could swear he kept her
waiting just to get to look at them.
Then, a brunette girl came into view, complete with
attitude, gutter mouth, black tight T-shirt and black
cargo pants. She didn't bother to get in the line, she
just walked towards the meat wall playing as a
bouncer, talked to him, slipped a twenty in his pocket
and she was in.
Slut much? was Courtney's first thought. How dared
she? She wasn't even feminine! All her presence
screamed dyke, and still the bouncer let it pass. Was
he blind or something?
It was relatively easy to make Courtney mad, but this
time she was utterly enraged, this dykeadellic chick
had come out of nowehere, smiled a little, bribed and
she obtained in less than two minutes what she had
been trying to get for the last forty. She even
offered fifty but Meaty made her wait in line.
Usually, when Courtney got mad, she tended to be very
vocal about it, and this was no exception. Yelling at
the girl, she demanded an explanation as to why that
bitch could get in and she couldn't. It made said girl
stop dead in her tracks, turn around slowly and do a
perfect impersonation of a wild animal observing its
Courtney, on the other hand, had the opportunity to
look at her. And she noticed that the girl was
actually good-looking, didn't have a hairy face and
wasn't as manly as she assumed.
"Excuse me,?" the girl in pants asked, "you have a
problem with me?" Giggles in the background told
Courtney she had evidently messed with the wrong gal,
even Meaty looked at her in a mix of amusement and
sorrow. She was not in Kansas anymore, well, not in
San Diego at least.
The brunette approached Courtney, slowly repeating her
question, insinuating that her blondeness was reason
enough to treat her as retarded. It bothered Courtney,
just because she didn't answer it didn't mean she
couldn't understand the question. But her fury
wouldn't let her say a word since she was frozen!
For long minutes, Courtney held the other girl's
stare, hoping her best icy glare would intimidate her
rival and she'd go back to the hotel scratchless.
"Missy." The girl said, moving to the side so Courtney
would walk into the club. The blonde threw a glance at
the bouncer and he was smiling widely, evidently she
had passed some kind of rite but she didn't care, at
least no one was throwing fists at her.
"I ain't no missy!" she hissed walking past the girl
in black, who just laughed and also stepped into the
place. Unknowingly, Courtney had walked into the dark
haired girl's group of friends; so when she turned
around, she found said girl a few inches away from
"No, that's my name. Evidently the parental units were
on crack, otherwise why would they pick such a crappy
Courtney felt quite stupid, not only had she made an
ass of herself yelling at the other girl, but she had
also thought she called her missy, being that it was
the girl's name. And she was right, it was a crappy
name. No one deserved a name like that. It actually
made her smile, at least hers was way more decent.
"Courtney." she offered, wondering not for the first
time why she was talking to this girl.
"Ok, Courtney. You're welcome to hang with me and my
friends, or you can make your way around. Whatever you
decide, I'm sure you'll have fun..." Missy commented
Taking a look around the place, Courtney noticed there
were few boys around, and behind Missy, at least five
girls and three boys, all of them dressed in a similar
fashion. They weren't exactly the kind of people she'd
usually hang with, but they appeared to be the less
psychotic of all the people in the club. Besides, she
was there to have fun and meet new people. It could
"And next time, try to bring at least a jacket, air
tends to get chilly by this time of the year."
Courtney felt her face hot, it was obvious Missy had
noticed just how chilly the air had been for her.
Unconciously, she crossed her arms in front of her
chest, making Missy grin at her actions. "So, you
coming?" Courtney nodded her reply, fearing her
wavering voice would furthen her embarrassment.
Things had indeed been interesting that night. Missy,
her friends and Courtney danced, joked, laughed and
smoked a lot. And Courtney paid no attention to the
voice in her head which kept saying she would regret
this escapade the next Monday. By the time they
decided to leave, Missy dragged Courtney away from the
mass of people, saying they had to talk.
"Joanie there has a party, wanna come or want me to
drop you somewhere?" Missy had said, talking about the
blue-black hair and long violet dress both Courtney
and her had danced with. Courtney knew it was
decission time and she considered her options. Being
with Missy had been fun, she was someone people liked
to be around, even her Missy's friends were fun, but a
glance at her watch made her think things better. Her
parents may not really care about her, but if they
happened to go to her room and she wasn't there, then
she'd be in serious problems.
"Argh, gotta return to the hotel. If I'm not there, my
mother will freak!" she exagerated. She was sure they
would just call to her room saying they were there,
but she wasn't risking it.
"OK, just lemme tell the guys." Missy replied as she
opened the door of her car to Courtney.
Telling her friends took Missy about ten minutes but
as soon as she returned to Courtney's side, she asked
the blonde where to go. All the way from the club to
the hotel, the brunette goofed around, causing the
cheerleader to laugh constantly.
Courtney even told Missy she was a cheerleader, which
got her just a raised brow and a lopsided smile.
"What?" she snapped, mistaking Missy's expression. She
was tired of people making fun of her because of her
"Nothing, it's just... Nevermind. I'm a gymnast you
know, maybe in another dimension I could have been a
cheerleader too. I also flip, turn and sommersault;
the main difference between you cheerleaders and us
gymnasts is that we don't have to smile, yell, dance
and cheer for a bunch of sweaty guys. Ew, gross!"
That had been unexpected. Somehow, Courtney could
picture Missy like a cheerleader, and she had to admit
said mental image made the brunette look hot. Not that
she'd ever admit it, verbally. And the comment about
the sweaty guys was so true, hadn't she loved cheering
so much, she would have certainly given up on the
It seemed like the drive to the hotel had been shorter
than she expected, and probably it had being that
Missy wasn't interested in charging her for the ride.
Courtney asked Missy to leave her in front of the
building, but the other girl refused, saying she
wasn't that kind of girl. The way she said it made
Courtney wonder if the girl was or not joking with
her. She dismissed it, thinking that her mind was
playing tricks on her.
Missy had parked inside the hotel and insisted on
walking Courtney to her room. Courtney finally
Once inside the elevator, Missy hauled her up in her
arms saying she'd carry her all the way to her room,
just to demostrate that gymnasts were stronger than
cheerleaders. Courtney screamed, squealed and begged
for Missy to put her down but Missy wouldn't budge,
and even managed to also tickle her somehow.
No one had ever made Courtney laugh so hard in a long,
Bypassers stared at them strangely but Missy just gave
them her usual 'Bite Me' grin and asked Courtney for
the room number. Once there, she finally let the
blonde down, who quickly produced the key from between
As she pushed the door open, Courtney heard the phone
ringing and ran in panic towards the thing. It was her
mother announcing they weren't returning soon, so she
didn't have to wait for them. She also wanted to know
why Courtney had delayed so much in answering the
phone. Evidently, her 'I-Was-Taking-A-Shower' reply
was good enough for the older woman.
Once the blonde had finished talking to her mother,
she saw Missy lazily laying on her bed. Arms crossed
under her head, eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to
find the cracks on it. Without really thinking about
it, Courtney joined Missy, intending to find some
cracks on her own. But since there were none, they
soon had nothing else to do.
Missy wasn't moving, and if not for the fact that her
eyes closed and opened from time to time, Courtney
would have thought that the girl had fallen asleep
with her eyes open. Laying there had made Courtney
sleepy and her eyes had suddenly become heavier. Missy
noticed it and made fun of the blonde. Grabbing the
remote control from the bedside table, she turned the
TV on and flipped channels until she found MTV. It
seemed to shake Courtney's sleepiness aside,
especially when Missy jumped from bed and started
It made Courtney roll her eyes; they had danced like
for hours in that club and Missy still had the energy
to keep bouncing around the room. Taking one of the
pillows from under her, she threw it at the brunette
but she docked it by doing one of her famous backwards
sommersaults. Courtney was awed by the move, but the
way Missy wiggled her brows at her told her she had
just been showing off.
It wasn't long before both of them were daring the
other to make moves. Courtney had been lucky enough to
make Missy imitate her cheerleading routines. Of
course, it meant Courtney had to try some of Missy's
gymnastic ones; and she tried, but more than once she
landed on her butt. Sometimes, when she was about to
fall, Missy would hold her by the waist and patiently
explain her how to do it.
Several bumps later, Courtney had been able of doing
half of Missy's routine without help. When she managed
to do a decent performance, according to her
dark-haired friend, Courtney was so thrilled that she
jumped Missy, effectively knocking her onto the bed.
Having Missy pinned down that way, made her realize
she could tickle her and so did she, plunging
mercilessly her fingers into her victim's ribs.
For being such a badass girl, Missy was pretty girly
when trying to bat Courtney's hands away.
Unfortunately for Courtney, the ticklefest didn't last
long. Bucking her hips up, Missy could turn the tables
on her and the blonde suddenly found herself
sandwiched between the soft bed and an equally soft
The giggle wanting to erupt out of her, died before it
reached her lips once Courtney felt the warmth of
Missy's breath against her face; and her eyes opened
widely when she noticed the smiling poutty mouth and
those glittering dark eyes hovering over her.
"Court," Missy rasped breathlessly, looking intently
into the lighter eyes.
"You're actually cool for a cheerleader, you're not
that bitchy you know." She commented, still lost into
Courtney's irises. Her usually brown eyes almost
"Yeah well, you're pretty girly for a punk," Courtney
retorted, willing her heart to stop throbbing so hard.
"I am?" Missy asked, evidently amused by the blonde's
"Well, then I guess I'll have to prove you wrong."
Prove me wrong? Yeah, right! Courtney was going to
say but having Missy's lips on hers made speaking a
When Missy broke the contact, Courtney felt it was too
soon. Seconds passed in silence before Courtney
noticed she had closed her eyes. Wow!
This wasn't her first kiss, but certainly no one ever
had been so tender with her.
"So, did I prove you wrong?" Missy asked in huskily.
Courtney just stared at her, as if she was looking at
Missy for the first time, and in a way she was. Then
she knew, right then, right there, that it didn't
matter if she was gay or not, or if she accepted it or
not; all that mattered to her was to have those lips
pressed against hers.
Missy seemed to read her thoughts since she leaned
forward. The blonde met her halfway, craving the
sensation of Missy's lips barely touching hers.
She couldn't tell who initiated it but when she
actually started thinking about her actions, they were
Oh my God, what am I doing? Courtney asked herself,
mixing that thought with several versions of I'm
kissing a girl, really kissing a girl!
There was also another part of her assuring it was
just once and that it wasn't likely that she should
ever get to see Missy again. This part won the battle
for her will, so she relaxed and melted into Missy's
delicious mouth and demanding hands.
Soon, making out wasn't enough and Courtney gladly
arched into Missy when the brunette's hands reached
further than they had before, both between her legs
and on her abs.
"Court..." Missy purred into her ear, just before
engulfing said ear among her luscious lips. Thousands
of sensations shoting through the blonde's body, from
the back of her neck towards the apex of her legs,
making her shudder. She had never been this eager
before, it was almost as if her body was on fire and
the only way to control it was by having the full
length of Missy on her, and those talented hands
touching, caressing; as well as her skilled mouth
kissing and nibbling their way from Courtney's lips to
A moan escaped the cheerleader's throat when Missy's
fingertips held a nipple between them through the thin
material of her bra, she was sure it hadn't felt like
it when her last boyfriend did the same in his car. In
fact, this thing with Missy was way better than all
the times with him.
"Take it off, come on baby, take it off!" Baby?
Courtney was used to boys calling her baby, not to be
the one saying it but God, Missy was such a babe.
Wanting to feel more of Missy, Courtney's hands
fumbled with the buttons of the cargo pants the
brunette was wearing. Noticing the blonde's distress,
Missy placed her hands over Courtney's and got rid of
the clothing item. Courtney, in the meantime, decided
the T-shirt should go as well, and Missy raised her
arms once she had gotten rid of the pants. Obviously,
Missy wouldn't let herself be undressed and leave
Courtney fully clothed. So she practically ripped the
top off the blonde and pushed the miniskirt up, not
even bothering to unfasten its zipper.
The feel of their heated skins made both of them groan
in pleasure. For Courtney, it was all she needed to
corroborate her suspicions that there was no way back
from this. She knew she was unable to stop what was
going to happen, she wouldn't dare to try even!
Courtney had wondered how Missy had done it, but her
hands seemed to go to all the right places, driving
her crazy with need. The fact that it was she and not
a he the one inspiring such feelings, not being an
Come on, come on! Touch me... somewhere!
And Missy did touch her. Courtney felt when Missy's
trembling hands opened her legs to accomodate herself
better, and her hips, having a mind of their own,
jolted up once Missy placed her abs onto Courtney's
Having her own hips imitating Courtney's, Missy
positionated totally over the blonde, in between her
strong legs, causing both their mounds to constantly
touch. It was pure bliss for Courtney, but Missy was
also lost in some kind of haze. And they hadn't even
taken their underwear off!
Their first orgasm took them by surprise, Missy had
traced Courtney's ribs with the tip of her fingers,
caressing the blonde's skin until she reached the band
of her skirt. Finally getting rid of it, she proceeded
to take the thong off too, lowering her face against
Courtney's core. The feel of Missy's breath against
her, sent a tingling sensation to the rest of
When Missy finally caressed Courtney's clit with her
tongue, she just needed a few strokes to send the
blonde over the edge, and with the sounds said girl
was making, it wasn't long before she experienced it
Courtney's return from the land of pleasure was met
with Missy's lips firmly sucking on her breasts,
ocasionally switching to gently bites. Missy was
really talented and the cheerleader thought for a
moment that she had evidently done it before. She
wanted to ask the brunette about it but no words were
coming, so she didn't try anymore and just focused on
Missy's tongue swirling on her breasts.
Missy had made Courtney come four times in a row; not
even Jan had done that in his best days. When Courtney
tried to reciprocate Missy said it was ok, that she
shouldn't worry. Missy had indeed experienced her
share of pleasure, of that Courtney was sure, because
she had felt Missy's wetness on her leg, and the
gymnast's body had gone rigid just as hers had.
During the aftermath, Courtney noticed the blush on
Missy's cheeks, wondering if she was also bearing a
similar pink tonality on her face. Missy seemed pretty
tired, her eyelids were slowly closing but also were
Courtney's. Making a last effort, the brunette pulled
the other girl from between her legs to her chest,
softly pecked her lips and settled the flaxen head
over her chest.
Listening to the sound of Missy's calming heart,
Courtney started to grasp the meaning of her actions.
A girl had fucked her, she had gone all the way with
this brunette gymnast she met in a random club. What
would the girls say if they knew? How was she supposed
to keep reign on her desires after this? She had swore
it was just once but the memory of Missy's body
trembling under hers was making her tingly all over
"Court, babe, I gotta go..." Missy said sometime
later, and Courtney realized the brunette's heartbeat
had been like a lullaby to her, since she had fallen
into deep sleep just listening to it.
"Gotta go, it's late and my dad's gonna kill me."
Missy continued, even if she wasn't motioning to take
"Oh...yeah... sure..." the blonde stammered, suddenly
hyperaware of her nakedness. Why hadn't she been
ashamed before, when they had crushed their lips
together? Reaching hastily for a sheet, she covered
their bodies thanking the fact that Missy wasn't
"Anyway, what was your name again?" Missy suddenly
asked, disentangling herself from under Courtney and
turning her back on the covered girl. Then, without
turning around, she got up and started searching for
her clothes. For some unknown reason, they were all
scattered around the bed.
"Courtney... Egbert," the cheerleader replied, holding
the sheet up to her chin, not wanting Missy to look at
her body; which was completely ridiculous since she
had recently kissed and touched all of it.
"Ok, Courtney... Egbert," she commented, her voice an
octave lower. "In case you don't remember," she paused
because of the t-shirt she was putting on, "I'm
Missy..." fastening her pants, "Missy Pantone. And you
my dear, are the sweetest cheerleader I've ever
tasted..." she finished, sitting on the bed and tying
her sneakers up, without bothering to rearrange her
It took Courtney a little to understand Missy's
comment but when she did, she ignored if she should
feel insulted or not. Missy was either complimenting
her or plainly mocking her for being a cheerleader.
Missy saw the blonde's brows furrowing and before she
could utter a comeback, she kissed her lips gently.
"See you around Courtney Egbert, maybe we can meet
some other time..." And with that she left, no
cuddles, no promises of calling back. It was weird for
Courtney; at least her virginity was long lost or
she'd have been really pissed at Missy.
The sound of the door closing made her realize Missy
had done the right thing. Missy knew Courtney had
wanted her, bad; but she also knew the cheerleader
would never try to pursue a relationship with her. So
she had left, not giving a phone number or an e-mail
to reach her, she wasn't forcing Courtney. And just by
this, she made the whole experience even better for
But now, almost three months later, Missy was
attending Rancho Carne High and Tor had gotten her to
join their squad. Could it be any worse? At least
Missy had remained silent and away from her, even if
she seemed to be around Torrance most of the time.
Whitney was planning on forcing Tor to give up, she
had called Aaron to get his help and he agreed. With
some luck, Whitney and her would take upon the squad,
Missy would leave and they would return to their old
routines; because there was no way in hell those
Clover chicks would get the money for the nationals.