Professor Ahrman, it turned out, was actually grateful for the help, and Cin ended up walking her halfway to EGP field, before their paths diverged.
She was excellent company.
Cin managed to avoid offering to hold those pesky funbags instead next time, despite the fact that it’d be getting to the root of the problem.
Hope Renee actually lets me take her shopping. For one, there but for the grace of god go she without proper support, and two… legitimately not sure I can imagine having more fun than breaking her in against the changing room mirror.
The good mood from that thought carried Cin the rest of the way to the field, where a bouncy redhead in the cheerleader’s training outfit directed her towards an equipment fitting and pickup line.
She’d taken two steps towards joining the rest of the team when a surprisingly strong little hand grabbed her wrist.
The redhead was biting her lip, looking a little embarrassed.
“Uh, whoops! Forgot I was supposed to do something different with you…” green eyes, brighter than Cin’s, ran over her body. “They don’t really make stuff to fit that body off the rack, yeah?”
“Heh, guess not,” Cin said, flipping her hand so she was holding the girl’s fragile wrist, pulling her to her side to collect her tiny waist. “Lead the way…. You?”
“Lexi,” the cheerleader giggled, placing her own hand on the small of Cin’s back, a pretty decent indication of consent for Cin to keep her hand where it was. “C’mon.”
There were a few whistles, and a few glares, as Lexi guided Cin to a side room. One of those glares, though one much harder to parse than disgust or jealousy, was from Trish Logen.
Cin met those almost-animal eyes, heart immediately pounding like a rabbit under the shadow of a hawk.
Trish’s eyes softened a bit, and she gave Cin an almost imperceptible shake of her head.
Well what the fuck does that mean!? Cin stewed as Lexi pushed her through the door.
She started to get an idea when Lexi kept pushing, spinning her to slam her up against the opposite wall.
The redhead was on her tiptoes, lips pressed to Cin’s before she even had a chance to react.
But why would she react in any way besides pulling her closer, kissing her deeper.
Cinnamon on her lips, heat in her kiss, this just seemed like one of the perks of the job.
Logen’s odd, soft look. That almost ethereal shake of her head.
Cin grabbed Lexi’s shoulders, holding them gently and pushing her back, easily as you might move a misbehaving cat.
Lexi looked confused. She wasn’t trembling, wasn’t shaking. So why the hell was there a single tear on her cheek?
Who gives a fuck? Wet hole. Use it.
“Hazing?” Cin asked.
Who gives a fuck!?
“W-what?” Lexi asked. “No!”
But called out, the dam was bursting. She was a good actress. Without that warning from Logen, Cin would have used and abused her without a second thought, thinking she was just giving them both what they wanted.
“Hey, its okay, c’mere…”
Coward…
Cin pulled her in as the girl began to hiccup, actually fully weeping.
“You ain’t gotta do shit.”
“They’ll know…”
“So?”
“So why don’t we put on a little two woman soundscape for those bitches?”
“Oh! Oh f-fu-fucking WOW that’s so goddamn big!” Lexi screamed, as Cin slapped a wet football next to her.
“Heh. Virgins. That’s not even halfway in, baby.”
Cin tossed a spare set of pads at the door, rattling it while the pair walked over to it, holding back giggles.
Lexi started kicking the door in time with Cin’s wetball slaps.
“Cin! Not so rooo- ooooohh- not so roughh…”
“Not very convincing, slut,” Cin laughed, then decided, fuck it, and slammed two fingers into the back of her own throat.
The gag was convincing, because it was real.
Immediately, Lexi caught on, coughing, then begging; “no, put them back in baby… I like how those fingers feel in my tiny throat!”
Cin glared at her.
Lexi blushed, giving her an apologetic smile as she realized what she’d just locked Cin into.
Cin resumed fucking her throat with her own fingers, reflecting; the things I do for foley work.
She was, however, now unable to keep up the faux-fuck rhythm on her wetball.
Through watering eyes, she saw Lexi motioning for her to toss it over.
She did, and Lexi went to town, picking up the pace, moaning, coughing, then spitting on the ball, both for the hell of it and to make it sound just that much wetter.
Cin found she’d had about enough of her fingers down her throat, and walked over, eyebrow raised in question and circling a finger next to her head.
“How do we wrap this up?” She whispered.
“Wanna really sell it?” Lexi whispered back, grin fully manic as she kept going to town on that ball.
“Whatcha got in mind?”
Lexi grabbed her arm, slamming her against the door and yelling; “No! I want it on my face!”
Before Cin realized they weren’t acting anymore, her pants were around her ankles, and Lexi was giving her long strokes along her throbbing gock.
“Wha– are you sure?” Cin hissed. “Isn’t this kinda against the point!?”
“Shush. This has been a blast, and… you’re kinda awesome Cin. If I’d known you were gonna be like this, I’d probably just have fucked you on my own.”
Cin grinned, and patted herself on the back for resisting the urge to suggest they did just that. This wasn’t the time to look a gift whore in the gape.
“F-fuck, you’re really good at that,” Cin gasped, as Lexi’s hands expertly worked her spit shined shaft.
“Oh c’mon,” Lexi whispered, “I’m actually doing it, you don’t have to act anymore.”
“Not acting!” Cin gasped, the situation, quick turnaround, and the fact that Lexi was both really fucking hot and actually really fucking good at this quickly bringing her to an edge that she wasn’t planning to burn any willpower backing away from.
Lexi may or may not actually have been a virgin, but she’d definitely given a handjob before.
She hummed in pride, then decided she could push the lie just a little further into the realm of truth.
Her hand shifted to long, strong strokes along Cint’s shaft, while she let out her cute pink tongue to serve as a pillow for Cin’s gockhead.
Which, obviously, did it.
“Wow! Whoa! -cough-, holy shit Cin!” She exclaimed over Cin’s own groans of release as Cin covered up her cute freckles with a shade whiter than her pale ginger skin.
“This.. well, this is ridiculous,” she said, with a scintillating laugh. So clearly, the only way to make things more believable was to give the rest of Cin’s cum someplace to go.
Cin gasped as Lexi’s lips closed around her tip, and she drank deep and long.
“Ah!” She said, smacking her lips like she was in a soda commercial when Cin had finally finished. “You’re a fucking firehose!”
“... you wanna go out sometime?”
“I was gonna ask if you weren’t,” Lexi laughed. “Here.”
She took out her phone, took out a deliciously slutty selfie with her new cake-icing makeup, and asked for Cin’s number.
A second later, Cin’s phone buzzed, probably with a picture she was definitely gonna save.
“So you don’t forget,” Lexi said with a wink, scooping most of Cin’s cum into her mouth, then fingerpainting some strategic dabs onto her clothes and hair.
“Like I ever would,” Cin laughed.
Lexi echoed it, then rose and kissed her. Cinnamon and jizz were a bad mix. Cin didn’t mind.
“This started out a nightmare. You turned it into the most fun I’ve had… maybe ever. I won’t forget that,” she whispered into Cin’s ear.
Then she reached behind Cin, pulled the door handle, and sent them both spilling backwards into the atrium of the stadium in full view of god and everyone; lips once again pressed firmly to Cin’s.
She gasped as they hit the ground, pushing off of Cin’s shoulders, face reddening in faux (probably at least partially real) shame. She visibly panicked, and sprinted away to whoops and hollers.
The light above Cin was blocked out by the nonplussed face of Jimbo Throbb, holding out a hand to help her up.
Cin took it, and let herself be pulled to her feet.
“Ain’t best pleased by that tradition,” Jimbo said flatly, then sighed. “But there’s fuck all I can do against Callie to stop it. Don’t look as though I need to apologize to you about it, though.”
Cin’s heart fell. She wanted to tell Jimbo she hadn’t taken advantage of that girl.
But that’d kind of be against the point of the act.
So fuck it. She’d play monster frat boy. Most folks on the team would respect her more for it.
A sentiment confirmed by the beaming, knowing smiles and claps on the back as she went to collect her pads. They were custom, but so were everyone else’s, it turned out.
A helmet slammed into her chest, and Cin looked up to find Coach Logen.
No ambiguity there anymore.
Disgust.
She tried to mimic the Coach’s little shake of the head from earlier.
Who knew if she picked up on it.
Who knew if she believed her?
Announcement note: looks like compensated breeding is winning the poll, just checking in to let y'all know that it's *definitely* coming but for plot reasons it'll be a bit. It's part of Kolai's storyline, and we gotta get Cin good and famous before folks are lining up for her seed.