Anne Johnson was wearing Jake Smith’s varsity football coat. He had his arm around Anne and all his friends were walking down the hall with her. She...became the coolest chick in a matter of a week.She was wearing nice clothes, all designer. She was totally made up and carried an expensive backpack. Her hair was cut and styled. Her make-up was done to perfection. She was now the most popular girl.Nobody understood how she became Central High’s new “It Girl.” How were she and Jake now an item? How. She led him up the steps and through the door. There was a slight rise between the entryway and the actual living room floor, there she stopped, releasing him to pull of her dark sneakers, inviting him to shed his highly polished leather shoes. He stooped to unlace the half boots he normally wore, an act that brought him very nearly to eye level with her delightfully swollen ass in her tight jeans as she bent at the waist to undo her own laces. Frowning to himself he turned resolutely back to. Invite them for a stag party, and to make it more believable I’ll ask my sister to come over, she likes screwing anything with a prick, she’d not only come over to help, she’ll fucking love it.” “No, she’d never say anything to anybody, she may be a first-class slut, but my sister has always kept our secrets.”“Ha! Secrets I’ll never tell you.”“You want to screw my sister? Do you think if I let some guys, I’d be okay with you banging her?”“Hey, remember, I wouldn’t do this for fun, my plan is. This left us one short but the other seven did an admirable job while their squad-mate warmed the bench. The girl's mom came out to be with her and do what she could to help.Well, the game was very close but we lost by a one point margin. The entire opposing cheerleader squad came over to wish our injured girl well. We all loaded back on the buses for the somber trip home. When we arrived at the school we were met by some more parents. I called our group together and filled them in on how the.