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The following is a work of fiction and is just a fantasy.
Any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely
coincidental and entirely unintentional.  There may be
references to people in a historical context, but they are
not really characters in this story.

This is a story that describes sexually explicit situations
in a fictional universe that only vaguely seems similar to
the one we live in.  Most of the characters in this story are
under aged.  However, the target audience is adults (people
over the age of eighteen) with broad minds.

* * *

This is a sequel to the story "Lucky Tickets," and as such,
you may want to read that story first to get a better
introduction to the characters present in both stories.  Like
a lot of sequels, it's not really meant to be read out of
order.

* * *

Chapter 33--Double Initiation

        Who knows how long this will last,
        Now we've come so far, so fast?
        But, somewhere back there in the dust,
        That same small town in each of us.
        I need to remember this,
        So baby give me just one kiss.
        And let me take a long last look,
        Before we say good bye.
        Just lay your head back on the ground,
        And let your hair fall all around me.
        Offer up your best defense,
        But this is the end,
        This is the end of the innocence.
                -- The End of the Innocence (Don Henley)


    The next day, June picked me up from the apartment and
drove me to my house at 11:45.

    Merry was impatiently waiting for me in front of the
house.

    "You're late!" Merry demanded.

    "Kristen got hurt a couple of days ago," I said.  "I
wanted to make sure she was all right before I left,
Shortcake."

    "Kristen's hurt?" Merry said, suddenly finding a new
perspective.

    "She was in a wheelchair the other day," June said.

    "Not Kristen!" Merry said.  Suddenly, our being late
wasn't the worst thing in the world.

    "Nothing is broken," June said.  "No bones, anyway," she
added quickly.

    "We took her to the doctor's the other day.  She was on
pain pills and Lynette is taking care of her now," I added.

    "How did she get hurt?" Merry asked.

    "Accident in the shower," I answered with a straight face.

    Both June and I practiced not smirking or otherwise
giving away the true nature of Kristen's injuries.  If
Kristen wanted to tell Merry, I figured, then it would be her
own decision.

    Merry looked from June to me and then back to June.

    "If you want to get to school, Shortcake..."

    Merry realized that time was going short.  "Oh, yeah!"

    "Tell Mom and your dad good-bye, Merry."

    Merry raced into the house and was out about ten seconds
later.  I think this was a local record for good-byes.

    Despite Merry's worries, June got us to the high school
on time.

    The ceremony started out similar to the one I experienced
with Sherry--I needed to undress Merry.

    I figured that this was an easy thing for me to do, but I
was wrong.  Although Sherry was infatuated with me, I didn't
really love her in return when I was part of her initiation.
She was a just friend--a recent friend!--but I really didn't
have a relationship with her.

    I had relationships with some women.  There was Kristen,
of course, who was still recuperating at our apartment.  Then
there was Lynette, who found a love in me that I never knew
existed.  June, who allowed me to visit the dark side of both
of our personalities, was another.  Of course, there was also
my mother, who was probably the one female that most
influenced my life.

    Then there was Merry.  That cute, sweet, innocent girl
that I manipulated into the cheerleading squad in high
school... the one that I still sort of thought of as a
perpetual adolescent... the one that I fell in love with.

    I never fell out of love with Merry.  I mean, I knew that
she grew, but I cast her as the "Fisherman" in the Spring
Concert as if she were still the pre-teenager that she was
the first time I met her.

    It seems that I fell into a trap that many older brothers
fall into when it comes to kid sisters.  There's an image of
them at a certain age that is forever burned into their
minds, and no matter how many years pass afterward, that
image is still what comes up when the word "sister" is
mentioned.

    Back in the present, I was now required to undress Merry.

    It wasn't that I didn't know how to do this.  I've
undressed many females in the past year.  Nevertheless, there
was a nervousness that I normally didn't have with any of my
friends.

    I knew this was all a trick of the mind.  I forced myself
to think of Merry as the person who experienced the communal
shower at our apartment, the place the cheerleaders dubbed
The Den of Iniquity.

    Unbuttoning Merry's blouse, I felt her shiver, and I knew
that Merry had as much difficulty and possible embarrassment
with this as I did.

    Actually, that made me feel a little better.  We were
both sharing the same feeling.  It was as if the bond that we
shared between us was getting stronger.

    I steeled myself and forced myself to do the job.
Suddenly, my fingers found themselves more sure of
themselves, ignoring our nervousness.  In fact, as I
continued, I noticed Merry looking up at me in admiration.

    When Merry was totally nude, I looked for Merry's
sponsor, June.  I didn't have any uniform for Merry to change
into.  June stepped into another aisle when there was a minor
crisis with another couple, leaving the two of us alone.

    "You are very pretty," I told my sister.

    Merry blushed, but didn't answer.  I also noticed that
she didn't try to hide anything from me.

    I tried not to stare.

    I loved my sister, but I found it difficult to see her as
a sexual creature.  I wondered if I was doing my sister a
disservice thinking this way.

    "Might as well sit down, sis," I said.

    "Does it always smell this bad in here?" Merry asked.

    "The locker room?  Of course.  Why?"

    "The girls' locker room is much nicer."

    "I'm not sure I've ever compared the two," I said.

    Merry laughed.  "You are probably the one guy who could
walk in without causing a scene.  Sherry told me that all the
girls in the school have a crush on you."

    "I doubt that every girl does."

    "When you got here, Jim, every girl's eyes were on you,
including the ones with boyfriends.  They weren't looking at
Jackie, June, or me, but you."

    "I think you're biased in favor of your big brother." I
laughed.

    "Every girl," Merry insisted.  "I saw them.  For a
moment, I hated every one of them, but I eventually realized
that they liked the same guy I did."

    I sighed.  "I'm not that special, Shortcake."

    "Do you know you say that a lot, Jim?" June asked.

    I was startled.  I didn't know that June returned.
"Where's Merry's clothes?"

    "Oh!" June said, surprised.  "I'm sorry!  I was carrying
them before.  Let me find them." June left quickly.

    I certainly hoped that this wasn't supposed to be a trick
on Merry.  I'd have a problem with that!

    A short bit later, June came back with a uniform.  "I'm
sorry, Merry.  I had this in my hand when I went to check out
a problem."

    "No problem, June," Merry said.  "Thank you."

    "Time is running out," June warned.

    Thanks to Sherry's initiation last year, I had experience
with cheerleader's outfits before.  I managed to quickly get
Merry dressed, to her surprise.  June led Merry and me out of
the locker room and into the gymnasium.  On our way out,
every aisle that I passed had boyfriends either kissing the
girls they were changing, or fondling them.  Few guys were
actually putting clothes on the girls.  I remembered June and
Lynette telling me that I was one of the few boys that didn't
take advantage of their girlfriends, and I wondered why the
other boys found it necessary to take such liberties with
their girlfriends.

    When we entered the gymnasium, Merry was the second of
the six incoming cheerleaders there.

    Jackie smiled at the two of us, and Merry reddened in
embarrassment.

    Jackie went over to me and said, "June said something
about Kristen being hurt.  Is it serious?"

    "It looked serious," I admitted.  "The doctor just gave
her some pain pills and advised her to keep off her feet."

    "Then why are you here?" Jackie smirked.

    "Because I love my sister, and because your former
cheerleader captain is quite capable of keeping Kris company."

    Jackie smiled.  "You really are something."

    I shrugged.  "Maybe I just hang out with the right
people."

* * *

    A lot of the ceremony was similar to the one that I was
at with Sherry Jordan last November.  There was the
ceremonial "boys dressing the girls" that we just finished,
and then the "stern warning" to the girls that came out late.
Jackie seemed to use the same words that Lynette used the
last time.

    One thing that was different was the kissing ceremony
after each of the girls was officially welcomed into the
squad.  Each kiss I got was either on my cheek or very brief.
Unlike the last initiation I attended, none of the
cheerleaders tried to lick my tonsils.  I was quite surprised
by this, actually.  Even June's kiss was noticeable by its
lack of heat.  The only girls that seemed to try anything
with me were the new initiates, although Merry was a bit
hesitant with me.

    On the other hand, the other boyfriends were orally
attacked by the entire squad.  Since Merry was the second one
welcomed, she also kissed deeply, although her kisses weren't
quite as long as some of the other girls.

    I smiled, watching the other boys get all the attention.
I actually enjoyed this.  I think that a few of the other
boys gave me looks of nervousness when they first saw me, and
I knew that most of them knew me at least by reputation.
With the stories being told about me ever since the Senior
Weekend last year, I guess I couldn't blame them for being
afraid that I'd attract the majority of the cheerleaders'
attention.

    It took about a half hour for all six of the incoming
cheerleaders to be welcomed properly.

    Jackie made an announcement.  "Cheerleaders, it's now
time for a vote.  We need to vote on the best kisser.  I'm
going to hold up each guy's hand, and if that guy was the
best kisser, then vote for him."

    I was the first guy that Jackie selected.  She raised my
hand, and only one person voted for me: Merry.  I smiled at
my sister.  "One vote, and I think she's biased!"

    Jackie held up each boy's hand, and the winner was a
senior named Jackson.

    "It looks as if our winner is Jackson, Mary Jo's guest.
Maria, please bring Jackson to the winner's room."

    Maria Wilson, the co-captain of the cheerleaders this
year, walked out of the gymnasium with Jackson.

    Jackie looked over to me and shook her head.  "Jim, I had
high hopes for you, but you only managed to get one vote, and
it doesn't count, since it was from your own sister!"

    I shrugged my shoulders.  This actually hadn't bothered
me.  I hadn't ever received any complaints from Kristen,
Lynette, June, or Patty when I kissed them, so the opinions
of a bunch of other girls--even though June was among
them--didn't really matter to me.

    Jackie saw my reaction, and was a bit surprised.  She
turned to Sherry Jordan and said, "Sherry, please lead Jim to
the loser's room."

    Sherry came over and took my hand.  She led me through
the main door that led into the gymnasium into the mail
hallway in the school.

    "Don't worry about anything, Jim," Sherry whispered to me
once we were out of the gymnasium.  "The cheerleaders always
pick a favorite, and he's usually shunned at the public
kissing."

    "Favorite?" I asked, softly.  "I thought that was
Jackson."

    Sherry shrugged.  "He kisses all right, actually.  His
prize will be more kisses."

    "How about the others?" I asked.

    "Silly games in the gymnasium meant to cover the fact
that you and Jackson are gone."

    "And me?"

    "You'll find out," Sherry whispered, leading me toward a
familiar hallway.

    Miraculously, the music room door was open.  I wondered
how the cheerleaders managed this feat.  This room was locked
constantly due to the fact that there were a lot of expensive
instruments within it.

    "Do you always use the music room?" I asked Sherry.

    Sherry shook her head.  "June suggested that this room
might be more appropriate for you."

    "How did you get the key?" I asked.

    "Cheerleaders' secret," Sherry answered mysteriously.

    Inside the music room, Sherry looked at me expectantly.
"The game is that you will be visited by each returning
cheerleader, and the first one will be June, who will explain
the rest of the game to you.  I will be last."

    Sherry went up on her tiptoes and gave me a quick kiss on
the cheek.  "I need to get back now.  June will be your first
visitor.  She'll explain the game to you when she gets in."

    Sherry left me alone in the music room.

    The music room was far enough away from the gymnasium
that I really felt alone.  I stood in the room for a couple
of minutes, watching the clock on the wall.  Nothing was
happening.

    Bored, I entered a practice room, turning on the light
and leaving the door open.  Playing the piano could always
make the time go faster for me.

    I started playing the piano part of John Lennon's
_Imagine_, but just thought the vocals in my head.  It was a
classic Lennon tune, surprisingly simple and nothing short of
lovely.

    Thinking about simple and lovely Lennon songs, I
remembered a song that was on the _Plastic Ono Band_ album.
It was even more simple than _Imagine_ and was called,
simply, _Love_:

        Love is real, real is love.
        Love is feeling, feeling love.
        Love is wanting, to be loved.


    The lyrics were deceptively trite, but the song was
haunting in its beauty.

    "I never heard that song before," June said, standing at
the entrance to the practice room.  "I take it from the way
you're singing it that it's a Beatles song, but I don't
recall ever hearing that one before."

    "It's from John's primal scream album," I explained.
"The one nobody likes to hear, where he screams, 'I don't
believe in Beatles!'"

    June shook her head.  Apparently, she wasn't as familiar
with Lennon's solo works as I was.  Heck, I had that album,
_Live Peace in Toronto_ and even _Wedding Album_.  My mother
prevented me from getting the _Two Virgins_ album, but I
listened to it played in its entirety on the radio one
midnight and realized that there wasn't very much stuff on
that album that I'd care to perform myself.  Lennon could be
an acquired taste when he was at his most experimental.

    "You were picked as the cheerleaders' favorite," June
said with a giggle.  "I'd like to make a request of you."

    "What?"

    "The game we play with the favorite is 'Seven minutes of
heaven,'" June explained.  "I've heard that it sometimes gets
out of hand.  You are allowed to ask any cheerleader to
undress as much as you want, within the limitations of seven
minutes.  If you make that request, you must get just as
naked.  Jackie's original suggestion was to bring you into
the girls' locker room and take each cheerleader in the
shower.  Then I got an idea to let you do what you do best.
Play."

    "You mean, the way we did here the time you spent two
periods in this room naked?"

    "You don't have to make them sit on your lap.  Do you
think you could come up with a special song for each of the
cheerleaders?"

    "How many are there?"

    "Eighteen," June said.  "I know it's a lot."

    I multiplied eighteen by approximately five minutes per
song.  It came just under two hours.  "No. I refuse."

    "What?" June asked, taken aback.

    "I won't do it.  I've done that with you, Marla, and
Patty.  It was special each time.  If I do it today, it will
be cheap.  I refuse to go along with it!"

    June looked almost as if I punched her.

    Of course, my heart went out to her as soon as I said
that.  I wondered, idly, if any male could ever be mad at
June.

    "June," I said, softly.  "I'll play a song for each of
the cheerleaders, if they want me to.  I just don't want them
naked and sitting on my lap!"

    "Oh," June said, suddenly understanding me.  "I told you
before, you can have anybody undress.  It's not mandatory,
although I don't think I can remember anybody refusing to
have any cheerleader get at least partially undressed."

    "Good," I said, smiling.  "I prefer to be the exception!"

    June laughed at me, shaking her head.  "Not even me?"

    "June, I will take you, naked, in the apartment, in the
shower, on the pool table, and even in your own bedroom at
your house with your mother watching.  I don't want you to
undress with me just because you're a cheerleader.  OK?"

    June smiled at me even as she shook her head in
disbelief.  "Will you play _Bojangles_ for me, Oogie?"

    "Of course.  You can even sit on my lap."

    "Can I take my bottoms off?"

    "Nope."

    "Meanie!" June said, giggling.

    I played the song for June, who kissed me deeply when the
song was finished.  It was a much better performance than a
couple of nights previous when I couldn't even manage to sing
at all.

    There was a knock on the outer door to the music room,
and June giggled.  "I'll be right out," June yelled.

    June kissed me again, not seeming to worry about whoever
was waiting at the door.

    After we broke the kiss, I think there was a confused
look on my face.  "Got to keep up appearances, Jim," June
explained.  "People are expecting me to need to get dressed,
so I took the opportunity to sneak another kiss at you!"

    I laughed and kissed June on the nose as I accompanied
her to the door.  As I opened the door, Maria Wilson was on
waiting patiently.

    "Come on in, Maria," I said, smiling.

    June waved at me as I led Maria into the room.

    "What do you want me to do?" Maria asked once the door
was shut.

    "What's your favorite song?" I asked, ignoring Maria's
question.

    "_Stairway to Heaven_," Maria answered, confused.

    Shit.  That song never sounded good on piano.  I think
that was a problem with most Zeppelin songs.  "Any others?"

    "_Best of my Love_?" Maria asked.

    "Eagles," I said.  "I think I can manage that."

    I led Maria into the practice room.  I closed my eyes,
trying to think of the first chord.  I then played a C chord
for two bars, followed by a D-minor, and figured the
progression.

    About halfway through the song, Maria interrupted me.

    "Excuse me, Jim?"

    "Yes?"

    "Didn't June explain the rules to you?"

    I nodded.

    "You're just going to play?" Maria asked.

    "It's what I do best."

    Maria stared at me and then broke out in giggles.  "I'm
sorry for interrupting.  That was really beautiful!"

    I giggled to myself, and then finished the last verse.

    Maria kissed me warmly after I finished, not trying to
make it too sexy.  "You're amazing," she sighed after she
broke the kiss.

    On cue, there was a knock on the door.  "What took June
so long when I knocked?  Did you make her undress?"

    I shook my head.  "She just wanted to make a show of it,"
I said.  "She was just kissing me, making you think she was
getting dressed."

    "Kristen's lucky to have a guy like you."

    "I think I'm the lucky one."

    Maria and I went to the door and let the next cheerleader
in.

    It ended up taking nearly two hours for me to entertain
the cheerleaders.  A lot of requests were for _Stairway_, and
a couple of songs I didn't actually know (or didn't know the
words).

    One cheerleader made an interesting request.  "Can you
play that song that Amy Grant played at the Christmas
Concert?  The Peanuts thing?"

    I smiled and played _Linus and Lucy_ for her.

    I lost count of how many cheerleaders I entertained when
Sherry Jordan made her appearance.

    "OK, Jim," Sherry said, ignoring the outgoing
cheerleader.  "What's up?"

    "What do you mean?" I asked.

    "All the girls that come out of this room are whispering
about you.  What are you having them do?"

    "Nothing," I answered, honestly.

    "Huh?"

    "June Rodgers told me the rules, and since I'm in charge,
I decided to just ask each girl for her favorite song, and
I'd play it for them."

    "Uh huh," Sherry said, waiting to hear what else I was
making the girls do.

    "That's it," I finally said.

    "Huh?"

    "What's your favorite song?" I asked.

    "On the radio, or song that you play?" Sherry answered,
very leery.

    "Either."

    "I like the way you play _Honky Cat_," Sherry said.

    I led Sherry into the practice room and sat her down on
one of the chairs that Maria helped me move into the room.  I
took my place at the bench and started to play.

    Like Maria, Sherry interrupted me while I was playing the
bridge.

    "This is all you're doing with all the cheerleaders?"
Sherry asked.

    "Of course."

    "You didn't ask any of them to get undressed?"

    "Of course I didn't!"

    "Not even June?"

    "Not even June," I assured Sherry.

    "But you and she... I mean..." Sherry was at a loss for
words.

    I sighed.  "Sherry, I told you before, I'm in love with
Kristen.  She's my future.  June has Tiny Jonas, you know
that."

    Sherry shook her head.  "People say--even June said--that
you took her virginity in front of Tiny!"

    "Do you think that Tiny would stand by and let that
happen?" I asked.

    "Well, no.  That's what makes everything so confusing!  I
tried to kiss you last year... and you turned me down.  Then
I hear that Camille was living with you, and then Lynette and
June..."

    "Sherry," I said softly.

    "What?"

    I could see the start of tears in Sherry's eyes.  She was
definitely confused.

    "Do you really think that I'd take June's virginity?"

    "It was so unlike you."

    "Well, I haven't.  Not once, not ever."

    "You mean..."

    "June was just telling a story," I said.  "I told her how
I hate people telling stories about how great I am and how
wonderful I am.  June decided to start a story that made me
sound as if I was a scoundrel."

    "It's all an act?" Sherry asked.

    "Of course," I said.  "I mean, we play around, but it's
all with Kristen's consent.  If she ever decides that she
doesn't like it, I'd never touch June again.  Kristen hasn't
done that.  She lets me have fun and play around, but we
really love one another."

    "How about Lynette?"

    "Lynette is a different story," I admitted.

    "She's your slave, just like June?"

    I shook my head.  "No. Neither one of them are slaves.
That was a game we played at one time, but we stopped doing
that a while ago."

    "I heard that Lynette and Kristen..."

    "I won't confirm anything about the two of them.  If you
want to know the truth about them, you will need to ask them
yourself."

    "So, the cheerleaders were whispering about you... OH
FUCK!"

    "What?" I asked, confused.

    "They have a new Oogie Story!"

    I sighed.  I hated those two words with a passion.

    Sherry saw my frown.  "What's the matter?"

    "I told June last year... well, it was just a few months
ago, but it was last school year... I hate hearing about
those so-called Oogie Stories.  Hearing them makes me go
nuts!"

    Sherry looked a me for a long moment, and finally sighed.
"I used to be jealous of Kristen, you know."

    "I know."

    "I tried to trap you last year," Sherry said.  "Do you
know that?"

    I just nodded.

    "Instead of being mad at me, you went out of your way to
become my friend," Sherry continued.  "You got me on the
squad..."

    "You got yourself on the squad, Sherry," I insisted.
"Lynette wouldn't lower her standards even to do Camille a
favor."

    "I know that now," Sherry said, "but you and Camille made
me consider the squad, and then, it was as if everywhere I
went, you and Kristen were there.  You went to my first game,
and you even took me to that ice cream place after the game."

    "Sherry, it wasn't just me," I said.  "You helped Kristen
and me heal a big rift that came up between us.  If you
hadn't given her that note, we might not be together right
now.  Maybe I helped you get onto the squad, but you helped
us in return."

    "I was just trying to say that I'm no longer jealous of
Kristen," Sherry said.  "I mean, there's a part of me that
would like to be with you, but I've seen Kristen's puppy dog
look when you're around.  I don't think I've ever been that
way about you.  It's as if she needs to be around you all the
time."

    Sherry's observation was getting a little too close for
comfort.  "Well..."

    "Patty once told me that Kristen and you have a magical
bond together.  She said that she was actually sort of dating
you before you and Kristen were going together, and when she
saw how Kristen felt, she introduced the two of you."

    "Well, I was seeing Patty..."

    "Patty told me that you helped her get over a big crisis
in her life, and she decided to thank you however she could.
When she saw how Kristen felt about you, she willingly gave
you up.  It took me some time, but I finally figured out how
she felt.  I did the same thing: I saw the note you wrote
Kristen, and I knew that if I gave it to her, I'd never have
another chance at you again.  I remember that as if it was
yesterday.  Nobody could talk to either of you, and even
Patty was getting frustrated.  Finally, I handed Kris the
note, and she read it and started crying.  Then she turned to
me and kissed me on the lips!"

    "She did?" I hadn't heard that part of the story.

    "She did!  I knew right then and there that I made the
right decision.  Just like Patty, I could have had you, but
when I realized how much Kristen loved you, I knew that what
she felt was more than I ever felt about anybody.  I was
jealous, but no longer about you.  I want to feel that way
about somebody one day."

    "Some day, Sherry, you'll find the right guy for you."

    "Can I tell you something?"

    "What?"

    "Last February, you and Kristen took Camille to Boston."

    "Valentine's day."

    "Yeah.  Anyway, it was snowing that day, and I got a ride
with Lynette to the school where the two of us practiced our
flips on the mats in the gym.  We were working as each
other's spotters.  Afterward, Lynette told me how lonely she
was with Camille gone.  She felt that Camille was starting to
get very close with Kristen..."

    "Will," I corrected Sherry.

    "Huh?"

    "Camille has it bad for Kristen's brother," I said.
"Didn't you see them at Kristen's birthday party?"

    "Oh, yeah.  He lives in Boston, doesn't he?"

    "Cambridge," I said.  "Pretty close, actually."

    "Lynette used to sleep with Camille, you know."

    "I know."

    "They were more than friends.  Lynette told me that they
were sort of lovers.  Both of them would sleep with any of
the guys on the teams, although Lynette was never as wild as
Camille.  With Camille not around, Lynette was kind of
lonely, and told me that she had a crush on Kristen."

    "Lynette told you that?" I asked, surprised.

    Sherry nodded.  "Camille told her that she didn't think
that Kristen was into girls.  I told Lynette that I
understood, and how I felt about you.  We became very good
friends after that.  I think she appreciates the amount of
work I put into the cheerleaders, and she tried for the
longest time to get me to become the captain this year."

    "Lynette told me that," I said.

    "I'm not the same as Lynette or Camille," Sherry said.
"I mean, maybe I have a lot in common with Lynette, but
Camille really frustrated Lynette."

    "Really?"

    "Camille always called herself a slut, and she acted that
way as well.  She never got too close to anybody, except she
was a bit closer to Lynette, and her best friend, Patty.
I've seen her with you as well, but nobody could ever figure
that out.  After Kristen's birthday party, however, Camille
seemed more focused on Kristen... and I guess her brother."

    "Camille is always a difficult person to understand," I
agreed.

    "I heard that Lynette is living with you and Kristen now.
I mean, I'm glad for her if she finally got to be with
Kristen."

    It was definitely time to change the subject.  This was
getting too personal, and I didn't know how much of what went
on between Kristen and Lynette that the girls wanted to be
known by others.  "Lynette said something about maybe wanting
to help you guys out on Thursdays."

    "The cheerleaders?" Sherry asked.

    "Yeah.  Her college schedule gives her those afternoons
off, at least for the first semester.  I figured that I'd
arrange to have jazz band around the same time and let
Lynette drive me home."

    "Lynette would be a wonderful help!" Sherry agreed.  "I
sort of miss her."

    "Pay us a visit sometime, Sherry."

    Sherry giggled.  "To the Den of Iniquity?  Do you think
I'm that kind of girl?"

    I looked Sherry right in the eye.  "I've already told you
that June made up that stuff about me being a scoundrel.  If
you don't trust me..."

    Sherry hit me playfully.  "Oh, Jim," she said, sounding
exasperated.  "I trust you!  I was just making a joke!"

    "I'm glad you trust me." I smiled at Sherry.  Not for the
first time, I noticed how pretty she was.  She was more my
age than Kristen or Lynette, and I had found out how she had
carried a torch for me all through junior high school.  I
felt bad that I never noticed that.

    With Sherry, I wouldn't even need to use a ticket for me
to have my way with her...

    My breath caught as I realized what I was thinking.
Sherry looked a bit startled at that and looked at me
curiously.

    Fortunately, there was a gentle knocking at the band
door.  I looked up at the clock and noticed that Sherry and I
talked for close to a half hour.

    I left Sherry in the practice room and opened up the door
to the band room.  It was June.

    "What's up, June?"

    "You've already cost me twenty dollars, Jim."

    "Huh?"

    "Lynette bet me twenty dollars that you'd be the one guy
to refuse to undress any of the girls except your sister."

    "You were a sucker for taking that bet!"

    "Did you and Sherry...?"

    I shook my head, and nodded toward the practice room
where Sherry was still sitting, completely dressed.

    "I was knocking for about ten minutes," June said.  "I
heard the two of you talking in there, but couldn't hear what
you were saying.  I figured the two of you had a lot to talk
about."

    "Yeah."

    "Jackie and Maria need you to come back to the gym."

    "All right, let me get Sherry..."

    "I have something I want to discuss with Sherry, Jim.
It's... um... private."

    "All right," I said.  I went back to the practice room
anyway to give Sherry a good-bye kiss.

    "June says that I'm wanted in the gym."

    Sherry nodded and got up from her chair.  "I'm glad we
took the time to talk."

    "So am I, Sherry."

    The two of us kissed briefly, mainly because June was
around.

    "June said she has something to discuss with you."

    Sherry nodded.

    I left the music room and walked to the gym.  Jackie and
Maria were in the center on the floor and the cheerleaders
were milling about.  Merry grinned at me.  Everybody noticed
as I walked in.

    "How did it go?" Jackie asked.

    I shrugged.  There weren't any of the boyfriends around,
nor were any of the new cheerleaders around either, with one
noticeable exception.

    Jackie saw me looking around.  "With the exception of
Merry, all the new initiates have left."

    "Oh?"

    There was a noise behind me, and I saw Sherry and June
enter the same door that I just came in.  There was something
different about them that I couldn't put my finger on.  I
stared, but couldn't identify what it was that seemed
slightly wrong.

    There was some titters from the cheerleaders.  I turned
and Merry's eyes were open wide.  She was staring at the two
cheerleaders behind me.

    I stopped and turned around again, and the two girls were
very close to me.  They approached me from either side and
kissed me on each cheek at the same time.

    The tittering got louder.

    Sherry and June smiled at me and went to join their
friends.

    I stood there, not knowing what was going on.  I watched
the two cheerleaders walk away from me.

    That was when I noticed June.  She always had a cute
wiggle as she walked, but when she wanted to impress
somebody--usually me--she exaggerated it a little.  I now
noticed that Sherry was doing it as well.

    On one swish of June's bottom, the hem of her skirt rose,
and I finally realized what was wrong.  Normally, I'd see
their yellow pants under their skirts.  June, apparently,
wasn't wearing hers, or anything else underneath that skirt.

    I looked at Sherry and noticed now that she was also
bottomless.  That was what the girls noticed!

    Sherry and June went over to Jackie and Maria and June
said, "Jim was pretty good today!"

    June turned toward me and winked.  She was determined to
spread false rumors about me, and it seemed as if Sherry was
her willing accomplice.

    There wasn't much happening afterward.  Some of the
cheerleaders talked with Sherry and June, and neither one
said anything that would actually be a lie.  They did say
that I spent a lot of "extra time" with Sherry, and although
they implied that I had her undress, they never actually said
anything of the kind.

    When most of the girls left, June looked down and said,
"Oops!  I think I must have left something somewhere!"

    Sherry grinned.  "Me, too!"

    Merry looked from June to Sherry, disbelief in her eyes.

    Sherry said, "I'll get them!" and ran out of the gym.  As
she did so, her skirt flew up behind her, leaving no doubt
that there was bare skin beneath her skirt.

    "Do you think that Kristen would mind if I brought Sherry
over?" June asked me.

    I shrugged.  "Kris told Sherry that she's invited
anytime."

    "Good," June said.  "Kris told me to invite Merry, and
Sherry makes it four."

    "I'm going over to the apartment?" Merry asked.

    I nodded.  "I told Mom that you were going there,
remember?"

    "Oh, yeah."

    Sherry came back with two pairs of bottoms and panties in
her hands.  She handed one pair to June.  I couldn't believe
that the two girls had the audacity to put them on in front
of me!

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