Unspoken Pleasure

Finally the light bulb went click and I said, shocked, “Boys will be masturbating about me?”

“Girls too, I imagine,” she informed me and began walking again as if she hadn’t just dumped a landslide on my head!

I followed behind her, working on getting the hang of walking proud. It was then I saw Sally, my best friend at school, although not someone I did much with outside of school. She had a perplexed look on her face as she saw me. I gave her an ‘I know this is weird’ look and then said, “Hi Sally,” without daring to stop.

We entered the school building and I followed Karen to her locker. I continued to carry her books as she met Sabrina, who was wearing thigh highs as Karen had told me she would, and gave her a hug. Sabrina gave me a look, not overly impressed, and then asked, “So this is your new recruit?”

Karen smiled, but used a ‘don’t mess with me’ tone when she answered, “Yes, this is Jenny; she’s our newest PomPom.”

I’d known Sabrina since the fifth grade and always thought she was intimidating and sometimes even a bit of a bully. So it didn’t help when she shrugged indifferently like she did for almost everything and asked, “So why the thigh highs?”

Karen said, “It was time for a change. Plus, they’re sexier than knee-high socks, don’t you think?” Karen then did a diva pose which almost showed her panties and made my cunt seep a little, and a few boys stopped to stare. She then asked Sabrina, “So what do you think?”

“Well they are hotter and sluttier,” Sabrina admitted. “Don’t you think Principal Dictator will make us change?”

“No, he loves checking us out,” Karen answered breezily.

“Ho!”

“Slut!”

Their ‘riveting’ banter was boring me but I pretended to care. The warning bell about class starting in five minutes then rang, and I walked Karen to her Biology class before rushing to my Chemistry class. I got a lot of odd looks, but I just sat down in my regular seat as if nothing was different.

The rest of the morning was a blur of the surreal. Teachers were giving me curious looks, girls giving me jealous glares and boys giving me horny stares. All this attention felt really strange after a lifetime of being some nobody that lurked on the fringes of the school hierarchy.

I liked it—it was exhilarating.

I hated it—it was awkward.

I loved it—it was addictive.

All these conflicting feelings overwhelmed me. It was great to be noticed, yet I soon began resenting being seen just as an object. In History class I noticed Wilson, who was a poster boy for nerds, gawking at my legs. I don’t know why I did it, but I looked at him and winked seductively. He blushed and quickly looked away. I felt a perverse joy both from embarrassing him and from being stared at. Okay, I felt two ways about getting objectified.

Lunchtime finally arrived, so quickly and eagerly like a puppy looking for her mistress, I went to find Karen. She was chatting at her locker with Ashley, who towered over me. Unlike Sabrina who’d looked down on me, not quite sneering, Ashley looked down on me only because she was tall, but she couldn’t help that and was very nice to me. She greeted, “Hi Jenny, welcome to cheerleading; you’re in my History class, right?”

I smiled, happy she knew who I was, and responded, “Yes, Ashley.”

“What’s your essay topic?” she asked.

“The rights of women in third-world countries,” I replied.

“Are you a feminist?” she asked.

Karen laughed and said, ‘Trust me: Jenny is not a feminist, although she does have an appetite for women.” I went red I’m sure, as Ashley gave her a confused look. Karen handed me her lunch to carry and we went into the cafeteria. I looked over at my usual outsider table and waved to Sally and my other friend Eleanor. They gave me awkward waves back as they tried to figure out why on earth I’d become a PomPom.

During lunch at the table reserved for the cheerleaders and their lackies, I was asked to fetch dessert for the three captains, then got lambasted by Sabrina when there was no strawberry jello so I got her cherry instead. She said, “PomPom, how useless are you? I asked for strawberry; does this look like strawberry?”

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She looked at Karen, greatly perturbed, and asked, “Really? Why her?”

Karen didn’t defend me exactly, she just responded vaguely, “Oh, Jenny has some very special talents, trust me.” I blushed; worried that she might describe or even make me show them my special talents. I knew it would have to happen sometime, these three were the head cheerleaders! But she didn’t.

The table of cheerleaders was all talking about the upcoming Valentine’s Dance: what they were wearing and who was taking them. The conversations were hard to follow as it seemed all ten girls were talking at once, while myself and the other four PomPoms, all freshman by the way, just listened intently. When the warning bell rang, I walked Karen to her class and then I headed to Advanced Calculus class, which I suppose really did showcase why I was a geek. I love numbers and following logic to those way out there places.

I arrived in class and took my usual seat at a table between Sally and Eleanor. I’d been dreading this encounter all through lunch hour, trying to think of what I could say to the two of them. I couldn’t bring myself to tell them I was a lesbian and that Karen was my mistress, and I’d never once in my life given anyone the slightest hint I wanted to be a cheerleader, and of course no grade twelve just suddenly, partway through the school year, decides to become a cheerleader, and especially a lower class (what year you’re in) PomPom. So I had to come up with a lie and I thought of one. I sat down and greeted, “Hi girls.”

They both said hi back, and both seemed too nervous to ask the question about the elephant in the classroom. So I began by asking, “I guess you’re probably wondering how I got to be a PomPom?”

Sally, the sarcastic one, offered, “You must’ve lost a bet.”

I gave her an insincere chuckle and said, “Funny! No, on Saturday I went shopping at the store where Karen Pepper works, and before I knew it she asked if I wanted to be a PomPom. I was so flattered I said yes and then on Sunday I panicked. What if she was setting me up to embarrass me? I decided not to do it, but then she showed up at my house this morning with the outfit and ta-da here I am. It doesn’t seem to be a trick, either: as you saw, I sat at the cheerleader table today and some of them were even nice to me, especially Karen and Ashley.”

They both looked at me as if I was an alien speaking in some intergalactical language. Finally Eleanor asked shyly, “So you want to be a cheerleader?”

Thinking of Karen’s advice I responded, “Yes, I do.”

“Oh,” Eleanor said, almost speechless.

Sally added, not even sarcastically, “Well it does make you look s…,” she paused for a long moment before rewording and finishing with “prettier.”

I think she’d wanted to say ‘sexier’, which made me wonder if she was a lesbian. But that thought quickly faded as Mr. Hermanson began class.

Once the class ended I surprised both Sally and myself by giving her a squeeze on the leg and saying, “Later, ladies.” I then rushed out to find Karen and went with her to the one class I had with her, English.

On the walk there, Karen asked, “So, how has your day been, what with living in the spotlight and all?”

“Great,” I responded, which was partly true and partly a lie. It was great as I was enjoying all the looks, mostly, but it wasn’t all great as I balanced my newfound popularity against the fact that I was only popular because I was dressed differently, not because of who I was as a person.