Even though curiosity’s taking the better part of you, the last thing you want is Jimmy knowing you blew him up to do exactly the same. Because everyone has seen you hanging with Lindsey, you’re now a target – and so does Kelly.
Maybe you can’t stop them from going on with their mayhem – but you can certainly stop them from taking these two.
And to your fortune, they seem to have been looking for you. “Hey,” says Lindsey after noticing you coming from the bathroom. “You weren’t trying to run away, do you?”
“Actually...” You chuckle and grin. “No. I was looking for you, but I had to make a pit stop, y’know--”
“See?” Kelly slaps Lindsey’s shoulder, snorting. “He wasn’t gonna run away on you.”
“I was hoping he wouldn’t.” Then again... What if they already made the switch? What if Kelly and Lindsey are now worn by men, and you’re getting duped into being replaced as well?
“Anyways...” Kelly rubs her hand on your arm, and you shiver, clenching your teeth. “I’m gonna tell the girls I gotta go – Mom called me and I have to be there earlier than expected--”
“We can accompany you,” you say, and even grab Lindsey’s hand in a rush.
“You don’t have to! I don’t wanna ruin your fun – I bet you had a pending conversation, no?”
“Yeah,” Lindsey claims, snickering. “Mikey was telling me about his plans to study Political Sciences to become part of the U.S. diplomatic corps to Mexico – isn't that right?”
I never told her that. Your heart’s trying to escape from your throat. Could they have already replaced her?
But then, some clarity emerges. How would they know about your conversation? And why would Lindsey try to help you?
This exchange is even weirder than Jimmy’s plan, but you still have to make sure Kelly’s out before they can catch her. “Still - don’t you think Lindsey here would be interested in showing me off or something?”
“That can happen later,” Kelly insisted. “You stay here with her and I’ll wave the girls goodbye.”
That’s too risky. Either she leaves or you follow her, but you can’t let her be replaced. “Listen...” You try to warn her without revealing too much. “While I was at the bathroom, I heard some guys talking about a really nasty thing they’re gonna do.”
“What nasty thing?” Lindsey asks.
“Something about trying to pass off as some of the sports guys--” (You would've said “jocks” but you’re unsure if Mike would call them that way.) “--and doing something funny with the cheerleaders.”
“Is that so?” Kelly says, utterly surprised. “Then I gotta tell them.”
“That’s why I wanna go with you!?” you hiss, trying to see if someone noticed. “In case they already made the change!”
“But that’d put Lindsey at risk...” Kelly thinks for a moment, then gasps. “How about I tell them to keep an eye as I leave? Maybe send them a text or something.”
“Text Sonya,” Lindsey says. “She’ll tell the rest.”
“Great!” Kelly plants a kiss on your cheek, then hugs Lindsey. “Thanks for the tip! And you better keep an eye on her!”
“I will, I will!”
“I’ll call you when I get home safe! Bye!” Just like that, Kelly dashes away, hopefully to safety. Now, you have to take Lindsey away, or else everything will be for naught.
But she has other plans, it seems. “How about we hide until the prank ends?”
“I really think we should go.” You feel that’s the most Mikey thing you’ve done in all this day. “Mom always warned me these parties cause trouble.”
“But I wanted to know more about you!” She grabs your arm, and you feel a shock running through your skin. Her hands are so soft, her blue-green eyes sparkle as her hair frames them like two dots of light, and her smile disarms you. “In fact...” She whispers to your ear, giggling. “I wanted to see what’s down there.”
“Uh...” Shit, shit, shit! Abort, abort, abort! “Lindsey, if they find us--”
“You think they’ll find us up there? It’ll be a perfect hiding spot. We might even get a way outta here! And maybe have some fun, so you can tell your mom that parties aren’t terrible things.”
This is a startling change in behavior. Just moments ago, Lindsey was distant, trying to satisfy your poor attempt at seducing her, or even basic human communication. But now, she’s all over into you.
This feels like a trap. And now that you’re lured in, you’ll have to spring it.
“We gotta tell Mackenzie,” you inform her. “She’s the one in charge of the rooms above.”
“Cool!” She drags you, then holds your arm tight. “Let’s go there now.”
--
The upper floors of Mackenzie’s house are a study at contrasts – multiple rooms, leading all the way into the master bedroom, fully defaced by teens too anxious to wait their turn. Mackenzie gives you a charm that allows you entry upstairs, complete with a number. “Just knock and check if someone’s in,” she says. “They’ll get out at some point.”
You do warn her of the prank, and that sobers her up a little. “I’ll tell the guys to keep an eye,” she says as she thanks you. “Though, I wouldn’t bat an eye if Xie gets screwed.” She looks at Lindsey, smirking. “No offense.”
“Don’t worry,” the young cheerleader claims. “It’s not like everyone loves her at the squad.”
“Figured as much.” She winks at you and grins. “Have fun, you guys!”
With that resolved, you check the room assigned for you – Room #4 – and knock in. The door’s closed, but soon, you find a tall guy getting assaulted by someone from behind the door. “You’re getting in?”
“Uh...” You glance at Lindsey, who gets even closer. “Yeah.”
The guy opens up and leads you in. There, you notice a short-haired brunette is mounting him, moaning with excitement. “If you don’t mind waiting up ‘til we finish--”
“Oh no, it’s alright!”
The short-haired brunette stops, looking at you two. “Aren’t you on the cheer squad?” she replies with a nasal tone, her green eyes flashing like headlights.
“Yeah!”
“Way to go, kid!” She pats you on the shoulder, giggling. “C’mon, Ash – can't let the new lovebirds wait for too long.”
“That corner’s dark enough,” the guy tells you. “You can strip off while we finish.”
You’re taken aback by their cavalier approach to sex. They don’t care if someone’s in, and certainly don’t mind being butt-naked and inviting you to. What if they invite you into a foursome?
The couple returns to bed as the guy slams her passionately. Lindsey takes off your jacket, giggling. “You’re interested in that show or mine?”
“Um...” You grimace, overwhelmed by the event unfolding before you. “Y-yours, of course. But, I’ve never seen--”
The short-haired brunette pats the guy, causing him to sit. She leaps on him as she talks to you. “Don’t be shy, kid! That girl – oh God, that’s the spot! - is hot for you! How about we make it into a competition!?”
“Sounds like a plan.” Lindsey almost rips off her blouse, snapping her bra off. Her cleavage parts as her breasts expand into two juicy melons. Your trouser begins to roar as it sees her perfectly perky nipples, and Lindsey’s none too shy to relieve you from them. “Ooh! Nice...”
“You got a good pack, kiddo.” The brunette points at her partner, who smiles in approval. “Girl, you’re gonna enjoy the ride.”
“Oh, I’m definitely going to!” She leaps into you, your borrowed thing rubbing her soft, silky panties. She grabs her purse and wraps her arms around you. “Not without cover first.”
You snort, since you’re technically covered. “Uh... sure."
“But first...” She leans back, driving you to the wall. She grabs your head and drives her tongue deep within you, playing with yours like she had vast experience with it. Somehow, it feels familiar – the way she grabs your tongue and fiddles with it feels just like when Jessica tongue-kisses you.
And that thought could only come from one thing – the thin sliver of skin at her spine.
You freeze, and she smiles at you. “I think you needed some rescuing,” she whispers to you as she takes the black pen from her purse. “Keep holding me.”
From her vantage point, she witnesses as the couple reaches a rather explosive climax, falling together into the bed. At that moment, Lindsey (though you suspect she’s really not her) points the pen and deflates them, without making a fuzz.
Then, she gives you one final kiss and grins. “That’s our escape route.”
“Jess?” You let her fall, and she teases you with by stripping her skirt and panties off while showing the scar-like line of thin skin that binds the back together.
“You did good, Babe.” She approaches you, wrapping her arms on your waist. “But I figured you’d need the help, and here I am.”
“So, you were Lindsey all along?”
“No!” She snorts, setting the pen on the nearby nighttable. “I caught Kelly after you changed up.”
That revelation clues her to her attitude. “So that’s why you told me about Tynemouth!”
“I knew about that, and I know Tina wanted to go there, so I figured that’d help you.”
“And the call?”
“I was changing into her when I texted you. Checking on you, of course.”
“But why change--?”
She presses her index finger on your borrowed lips, smirking impishly. “Like I said, Mikey’ll probably blame beer on it. What I wanted was for everyone to see them together – once the rumor spreads, they’ll have to talk.” She grabs Lindsey’s breasts and fondles them. “You’re not telling me you want to stay as them...”
The temptation’s big, but you’re worried about Jimmy’s plan.
“Because, if you really want to go...” She grabs the guy’s deflated skin, winking. “We can take this conversation someplace else.”
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