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Alexis was convinced that life just couldn't be better. She was a Senior, and would graduate in just seven months. Then one last summer of fun and freedom and she would go off to college. Her older sister Judy had offered to let her come to the farm and make a life of growing Greens, and she might do that some day, but she thought college would be just too much fun to miss.
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That and all the sex she was anticipating. Alexis had a reputation of being a loose girl. She got it shortly after she was elected Head Cheerleader for the team. A number of boys took her out on dates right after that and every one of them bragged about nailing her. They talked about her sweet heavy tits, with their cherry tips and how she squealed when they sucked them, and then described her puffy welcoming pussy lips and how they rammed their teen boy pricks in her and shot their wads. Their descriptions were not far off, but you could assume most of those tidbits.
In fact, not a single of those boys had ever seen either nipple or pussy on this Head Cheerleader. It wasn't that she was opposed to giving up her virginity. She was almost looking forward to it. But it had to be with a boy who was worth the pain and the possibility that she might end up pregnant. And she hadn't met that boy yet.
Or at least hadn't identified him.
On the other hand, she knew what every one of her dates' boyish pricks looked like, because she had seen ... and jacked off ... all of them. That was how she kept her maidenhead intact.
Admittedly it was a figurative maidenhead - she lost her cherry to tampons at age 12 - but no penis had ever entered her pretty teen pussy and that was all that mattered to her. She told the boys she was on her period, or had a yeast infection, or that she had missed a day or two of her pills, (they didn't know she wasn't even on the pill), and once or twice that she just didn't feel like it, and so they believed she was making up for it by jacking them off. She knew they'd lie about what had happened, but didn't really care. She knew what was true, and that was all that mattered to her.
But rumor has a way of being believed, especially when you want to believe it, and every boy wanted to believe he had a chance of getting his dick wet if he went out with Alexis. Most of the girls were jealous enough of her good looks, popularity and physical skill at cheerleading that they didn't mind believing she was a slut either, even a majority of the girls on the cheerleading squad.
They, by the way, really were sluts. That will be explained in a minute, but it was another reason they believed Alexis was one too. All the same, her reputation got her an odd kind of respect, which she didn't mind at all. For one thing it let her become picky about who she accepted dates from.
Which is why "the bet" developed. It was October, and the football team were doing very well indeed in football. They had lost only one game and were well on their way to going to high places. This was exciting for the whole school, but especially for the cheerleaders, since they got to travel with the team and stay in hotels and sneak liquor and so on.
So they had a vested interest in motivating the boys to do well and win the championship. One way they did it was to reward the boys with sexual favors. Any boy who stopped a touchdown by an opposing team all by himself, or intercepted a pass, got a hand job from a specified cheerleader.
Caught passes were worth a French kiss, as were runs of more than ten yards.
The player who actually made the winning point in each game was awarded a blowjob.
Each girl agreed to do certain kinds of things with whoever won the favors each week, so some times the boys were motivated more than other times. It all depended on who was going to be giving the blow job, hand jobs and kisses each week. Alexis, being the captain of the squad, was exempt from performing the favors on a routine basis. She would sometimes step in and do the kissing, if a player had done something particularly spectacular. She hadn't yet taken over on a hand job, though she made it known she might. The ones she gave on dates didn't count.
She didn't give blow jobs, she told the girls, because she wore braces and it was difficult to clean up afterward.
But the main reason she was exempt from routine favors was because her girls were saving her for the grand finale'. Without telling Alexis, they let it be known through whispers and innuendo, that Alexis would be rewarding the boy who scored the winning point in the Championship.
And that reward was sleeping with him!
When Alexis first heard about it, she was pissed, but she couldn't identify who had spread the rumors. She knew that the other girls on the squad had helped the rumors get around, but since they all thought she slept around anyway, she couldn't blame them all that much.
After all, whoever the lucky boy was, it would be somebody from the backfield, or one of the pass catchers, and Alexis had been on dates with most of them anyway. Besides, there was little she could do to quell the rumor.
Unknown to the girls, though, Alexis was terrified, because even if it was one of the boys she'd been out with, they would now expect her to fuck them. Her carefully laid plans of saving herself for that special boy might go up in smoke.
If, of course, they won the championship. Which wasn't likely, right?
Sure, they'd been doing better than usual, but how likely was it that they'd win this year? The last time they'd won the championship had been over 20 years ago. They almost always did well, but winning? That was a different thing. She decided not to worry about it.
Until they made the playoffs.
And then made the quarterfinals.
And then crushed Justin to get into the semifinals.
The night they beat undefeated Whitney JC, and were announced as one of the two best teams in the Country, was at once one of the happiest and most panic filled nights she'd ever experienced. They were now the team that would play the winner of the game between East Central and other JCs... for the Championship ... and for Alexis's virginity.
That was the night that, after the celebration, when she finally got home, she went to see her brother Sam.
Sam was on the team. He was the starting center, in fact. He would have as good an idea as anyone of what their chances were against the two teams they might have to play. She changed into her nightgown, which consisted of a pair of panties and what used to be an oversized T shirt. Now it came only to the tops of her panties. Her nipples showed through the shirt, but she didn't notice that. Not around home.
He was listening to music while he played a computer game, wearing only a pair of gym shorts because the heat was on high. Neither of them had to go anywhere the next day, so neither was in a hurry to get to bed. Besides, they were still dealing with the remnants of the adrenaline rush both had experienced during the game. She didn't knock. Neither of them ever did. He looked up.
"Hey" he said, his voice neutral. They had, at one time, been the best of friends, but had drifted apart since they got into JC. Since Sam was a year younger than his sister, he had expected her to prep him for college and pave his way into the popular crowd.
She hadn't, and it had hurt his feelings. He had made his own way, getting the respect he wanted by being a solid player and a good student. He too planned on going to college, but it was for Agriculture. He planned on working for his Aunt Judy on her farm after college. If Football would put him through college, so much the better.
Then he'd begun hearing the rumors about his sister being a slut. He watched her for a long time, trying to figure out if the rumors were true or not. He didn't see any real evidence to support them. He knew bullshitting when he heard it, and the guys who claimed to have screwed her were bullshitting. That much he believed.
But she never batted an eye, never asked him to crush some guy's gonads for lying. She just wagged her pretty ass as she walked down the hallway, and wore string bikini's in the summer. One time he'd snuck into her room while she wasn't there and gone through her stuff. He had not found any birth control pills. All the panties he'd found were plain functional cotton or rayon panties, nothing special. He found very few bras. She hated them and when she had to wear one, wore a sports bra. There was nothing like Victoria's Secret type stuff that would tease a guy.