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The Cheerleaders

Chapter 1 - Meet Eva

It was the first day of our final year of high school. I was sitting in the back, as usual, with my cheer squad and my sandy blond boyfriend Steve, star quarterback of the football team. We laughed as we lorded over the rest of the school. The nerds, the theater dorks, the band geeks, glee club. What a bunch of losers! They weren’t going to get anywhere in life after they graduated.

At 8:00 AM, our homeroom teacher, Mr. Tucker, walked in.

“Quiet please, class. Welcome back to school. We have a new student who will be joining us for her senior year. She is new to the area. Eva Lin, would you please introduce yourself?”

The classroom fell quiet as we anticipated to see the new girl and size her up. See where in the pecking order she belonged. But none of us expected what we actually got.

A slender Asian girl strutted into the room. She was tall! She had to be nearly six feet, and she was just wearing sneakers! Perfectly clean designer sneakers, I might add. That pair cost a few hundred dollars. Okay, so she’s a rich girl.

She was wearing a tight pair of jeans, fashionably and intentionally ripped from her knees up to her thighs. I actually gulped as I realized just how long I had to take to trace the length of them. They were so lithe, so slender, and they looked painted on over her delectable bubble butt and beautifully flared hips. They really left nothing to the imagination. Her thighs looked sinuous and strong. I also knew she was either wearing a thong, or nothing at all, underneath. Every graceful step emphasized the gentle swells of her muscles, rippling sensuously.

Her plain black logoless t-shirt revealed just a hint of her lightly tanned flesh, not riding quite high enough to reveal her bellybutton, unless she lifted her arms. Her top hung loose, and I quickly understood why. My profile view of her really illustrated to me just how busty she was… Eva Lin, was it? Since when were Asians this big? No way this was real. They were way too large, too firm, too perky. They barely bounced as she walked. I could see the stretch marks on the shirt they were creating where her generous cleavage would be. C-cup? D-cup? Bigger? I swear, they even spilled outside the frame of her torso. Definitely a spoiled rich girl with a boob job. Shallow too. Make sure to make fun of her for her plastic tits. And for eating dog.

Her lustrous, shiny, midnight black hair flowed all the way down to her lower back, a handful of strands highlighted a light brown. God, did her hair look good. I bet it would be so much fun to comb and run my fingers through. So warm, so silky, so fragrant… I wonder what she smelled like and what shampoo she used. Wait, was I admiring her? Come on, Jessica! Focus!

...To be fair, there was a lot to be admired. I was growing quite hot with jealousy.

Finally, she reached the front of the classroom. Turning to address us, I got caught up in the beauty of her small, heart-shaped face. Large, almond-shaped eyes, disproportionately large compared to her head, thick black eyebrows and long lashes, sparkling light-brown pupils… I wondered how it would feel to look at them up close. I bet she could trance people with those eyes.

Moving on, I admired her cute button nose, high cheekbones, and a pair of thick pink cupid’s bow lips. They looked like they would be good at sucking dick. Gotta remember to throw that one at her. Fuck, she was pretty. Really pretty. Her skin was so perfectly smooth. No sign of acne, no scars. No beauty marks. Her entire face was the beauty mark. I’ve never seen anyone so pretty in real life. Or, now that I think about it, I’d never seen anyone this pretty even in photos. I found myself short of breath. I really wondered how it would feel to kiss this Asian beauty queen.

...Fuck! Get a grip, Jessie! Okay, Asian right? Probably plastic surgery. Had to be. But if surgery could make me look like that, I’d do it and never admit it either.

Now don’t get me wrong. I’m the queen of the school. Long legs, busty, blonde, cheerleader. I had all the boys drooling over me. But I was beginning to drool over this girl. Fuck!

“Hi, I’m Eva Lin. I’m sure we can all get along well,” she introduced herself with a knowing smirk. Her highish lilting voice rang in my ears pleasantly, and I felt my heart soar. Even her dimples were adorable! If she smiled at someone like that, they would probably do anything she asked. Or give her whatever she wanted. No, Jessie, stop focusing on that!

I looked over at Rachel and Brittany, my two cohorts. They seemed to be completely entranced by the new student as well.

“I’m Eva Lin, I hope the boys and my implants get along well,” I mocked under my breath, trying to break Eva’s hold over them.

“Huh…? What was that, Jessica? Did you say something?”

I rolled my eyes. I looked over at Steve. He was almost drooling! I elbowed him, hard.

“Ow! Hey!” he whispered in a hushed tone.

“Pick your jaw up off the floor. Your girlfriend is here, remember?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re the hottest girl in school. Let me just, uh…” he went back to staring as she turned around and took a seat, letting the entire class get a good look at her rear. I could see a lot of the boys squirming. Some of them even gasped out loud. Some of the girls too.

Okay, this one might be tough to crack.