Senior Year Memories Ch. 21

The only problem was, she wasn't happy as a cheerleader. Rose was a doer, an artist, and cheerleading wasn't giving her any opportunities to do anything or truly express herself. So, one day she up and quit the squad to better pursue her art, fully embracing the hipster within who was always bursting to get out but never quite understood how.

Some of the girls on the squad, like Kaitlyn and Jade, forgave her for abandoning them and still kept her on as a friend because, hey, Rose Ferris was fucking cool and anyone who didn't want her as a friend probably would've had a screw or two loose.

These girls were in the minority.

Most of the cheerleaders turned their back on her as a traitor, ignoring or even straight up ostracizing her at Regan Hills High. As someone so effortlessly cool, someone who tried to make it appear to the world that nothing got to her, Rose tried to brush this change in the status quo off. Deep down, though, she was hurt about as much as anyone could be hurt, and none of them hurt her quite as much as the way losing Haley and Brooke did. Rose, Brooke, Haley, Kaitlyn and Jade had been something of a team within the cheer squad; "Fox Force Five" Rose had called them. They were seemingly inseparable, doing everything (and I do mean everything) with each other, raising hell and having fun like it was going out of style.

Brooke and Rose in particular had been close before this schism, maybe even best friends. That they had fallen apart hurt Rose the worst, and though she didn't let it on as much, I knew it really got to Brooke too.

Getting the three of them back together was, well, admittedly one of the more difficult tasks I'd decided to take on for my Christmas list, but if I could do this for the three of them then, well, that had to be worth something in life.

Lying to Brooke and Haley about what I wanted them over here for (Christmas tree decorating and sex) was a necessary evil, and as Rose had pointed out, definitely sitcom logic, but knowing how intense the emotions were on both sides, it seemed like the only way to get them all in the same place at once.

Once I broke the news to them in the foyer, they didn't take it quite as bad as I'd expected.

"You gotta be, like, kidding me!" Brooke exclaimed, a look of pure shock on her face.

"You're a real fucking asshole, you know that, Ryan?" Haley said.

"You lied to us? Why?" Brooke asked, her shock giving way to hurt.

"Would you have come here otherwise?" I asked.

"Fuck, no," Haley spat.

"I'd have listened. I wouldn't have come because it was a stupid thing Rose did, but I'd have listened because I thought you were someone I could talk to. I'd have fucking listened and you wouldna had to lie to us," Brooke said.

"This hurts, Ryan. This fucking hurts," Haley said, already turning and walking for the door.

Gently, I grabbed her by the wrist. "This hurts you? What about Rose? She's just following her heart, being the person she believes she's meant to be, and you two turn your fucking backs on her? She's got friends now, but you guys, you were her best friends. She fucking loved you, and you kicked her out of your fucking lives? If you want to be pissed at me for lying to you, fine, be pissed at me, but look at yourselves in the fucking mirror and think long and hard about what you did to that girl and why you did it. You're hurting, she's hurting; can you two honestly tell me that you're both happier without having Rose Ferris as one of your best friends?"

"Yes," Haley said, though there was a shake to her voice that told me she didn't entirely believe what she had to say.

Brooke said nothing, only looking at the floor. With her pointed elf hat (and the pointed, fluffy ears attached to it), she looked close to about the saddest thing in the world.

"She's in the living room right now, and she's probably heard this whole thing. Things can't be like they used to be, because she's not changing who she is, but she'd really like the two of you as friends again. She may not be the cheerleader you remember, but she's still the same person she always was. She's still smart, and funny, and driven, and cool, and fucking hot, and everything else you loved about her. You pull your heads out of your fucking asses and give her the shot she deserves, and you'll all be happier for it," I said, turning my back on them and walking back into the living room.

Rose was right where I'd left her, sitting on the floor and looking at me. She often hid her eyes behind her not terribly dark and slightly oversized sunglasses just so nobody could get a good read on her, but by the looks of things I was sure this time she might've been hiding an odd tear or two.

"That was... that was something else," she whispered.

"Yeah... I don't know where that came from, but... yeah," I whispered back.

"Wherever it came from, it was sweet. Thank you," she whispered.

"Anytime," I whispered.

"Are you guys whispering? I like to whisper too!" a voice whispered from behind me.

Rose and I both turned to see Brooke standing in the doorway behind me. She still had that unusually quiet look to her that I'd never seen, but she was no longer looking at Rose like she was an inconvenience or a dirty word, which was definitely an improvement.

"Hey," I said.

"Hey," Rose echoed.

"Hey, guys," Brooke said, looking up and down and smiling shyly. Never having seen an ounce of shyness in her, this definitely took me off guard.

Brooke cleared her throat, then reached out of the doorway and yanked Haley in with her. Haley looked suitably disgruntled and conflicted, but she didn't say anything to Brooke's efforts.

Brooke said, "We, uh, would like to, like, talk with both of you, but, especially you, Rose. I think we totally have a lot to talk about, and..."

Brooke turned her attention to me. "Can we all still decorate the tree? It looks pretty, but it can be prettier. "

When Haley didn't say anything, Brooke poked her in the side. "Right, Red?"

Haley said, "Yeah. That."

I smiled, then turned to Rose. She nodded to me.

"I can't think of anything in the world I'd want to do more right now," I said.

***

Though their conversations were awkward and stilted at first as they became reacquainted with one another, it didn't take long before Brooke, Haley and Rose started talking like old friends again. There was definitely some strangeness and stiltedness as their shared experiences had so drastically diverged since they split apart, but they were making an effort that seemed to get easier moment by moment. That was definitely something. As glad as I was for crossing three names off the list with this accomplishment, I was even happier for them.

Having lost a friend over something more significant, seeing good friends having broken up over something as petty as this was particularly heart wrenching. That I might have set them on the road to putting things back to rights again, well, that was a pleasure all its own.

The state of the tree was another matter entirely. With Rose's artistic inclinations and Brooke's controlled anarchy, there were two definite and very different schools of thought as to how it should have been done. I may have been reading a lot into it, but there definitely seemed to be something more in play than just an argument over the tree, a certain spark of energy in the air between them. While it seemed like they were arguing, it felt more like a dance of words. Maybe it was a fight for dominance, maybe it was a light flirtation, it was hard to tell but fun to watch.

That Haley was more or less disinterested in the process was a bit of a blessing, since three girls fighting over how to best decorate my Christmas tree would have been a pain all its own, albeit one that would've definitely been fun to watch. I was content to let them lead the charge, occasionally retrieving new decorations, stoking the fireplace or switching up which streaming station of Christmas music I had on in the background, but other than that leaving it to them.

With Brooke and Rose getting into a particularly heated discussion about where to place some silver balls, I took it as my cue to retreat to the kitchen to grab some snacks and drinks. I didn't have much seasonal outside of a couple bottles of sparkling cider, but I figured it'd have to do.

For someone who's watched as many horror movies as I have, I probably shouldn't have jumped quite as much when I saw Haley standing behind the closing refrigerator door, but I did, much to her amusement.

"Uptight?" Haley asked.

"Always. Can never tell when one of Santa's slutty little helpers is gonna sneak up on me," I said, trying to cover with a joke.

"Yeah..." Haley said, looking down at her outfit. "...this getup wasn't exactly my idea."

"Brooke tricked you into a sexy costume? I'm shocked," I said.

"Oh, fine, be an asshole about it," Haley said.

"I will be," I replied, happy to throw it back at her. Haley liked to dish out attitude, and I'd found returning it to be one of the few ways to get close to gaining her respect.

"You be an asshole, I'll try to breathe in this fucking thing. You have any idea how tight this is?" she complained.

Looking down at it, especially the way her insane tits almost spilled out of it, I said, "Yes. Yes I do."

"Asshole," she replied, with a bit of a smile.

"An asshole who got a fire going and the heater on to make sure you'd at least stay comfortable in those sexy little outfits," I said.

"Oh, well, thank you," she said, layering the last two words with the heaviest sarcasm she had available.

Craning my neck in the direction of the living room, I asked, "You couldn't handle those two either?"

"How do you know I didn't want to come spend some time with you?" she asked.

I set the bottles down on the counter and crossed my arms over my chest.

Haley sighed, annoyed. "Yeah, I couldn't stand the two of them. I love 'em, don't get me wrong, and am looking to get the full Fox Force Five reunited, but..."

"...but they've got enough energy to power the city?" I suggested.

"That's one way of putting it," Haley said, sidling a little closer to me. For such a raging bitch, I was never unimpressed with her beauty, and just how impossible her body seemed. Her breasts, though definitely requiring some impressive support, should have been national monuments for how big they were. Knowing how good they felt, and tasted... well, it made it distinctly uncomfortable to stand next to her in all the best ways.

"I don't say this very often, but I want to thank you," Haley said.

"For?" I asked.

"This. It sucked that you lied to get us here, but since you might not've gotten us if you hadn't, I can't really hold it against you, can I?" she said.

"Feel free to hold it against me if you want to. I did lie, and I'd have earned that," I said.

She took a step closer, close enough that we could touch if we wanted to. Looking up at me with her bitchy green eyes and a mouth that promised some very bad (and very good) things, I decided to press my luck.

"Of course, if you don't want to hold it against me, I could think of a few ways you could, you know, thank me," I said.

"That was cheesy as fuck, you know that, right?" Haley replied.

"Did it work?" I asked.

She shrugged. "Yeah."

Haley closed the distance between us, pressing me up against the counter. Her tits hit me long before her mouth found mine, but that didn't in any way negatively affect our making out. Quite the contrary, in fact. Her breasts pressed against me, her nipples rock hard even through her short and sexy Santa dress, her lips so soft and so pouty, Haley was the very definition of luscious and one I wanted to fully enjoy.

I grabbed her by her magnificent ass and spun us around so I was pressing her into the counter, then lifted her up and onto it to give myself better access to her body. I dropped my head down onto her cleavage, kissing and licking the magnificent tops of her creamy tits.

"We should... mmm... we should probably stop," she said.

"Stop?" I grunted, more than a little driven by my exquisitely hard cock at the moment.

"Look, I want to keep this going, but if we're missing for too long, the others'll start to wonder, and then they might interrupt, and once I'm started I don't wanna stop. If we stop now, we can go tell 'em that they're on their own with the tree and not to interrupt us, and you and me can have all sorts of fun," Haley said.

"Makes sense," I said, even though it was hard to pull myself off of her. The draw of Haley's epic tits was too much, and I couldn't help one last kiss, one last lick, one last tempting squeeze before she had to push me away, smiling and giggling.

"Just can't get enough of my tits, can you?" she said smugly, grinning.

"Says the girl who can't get enough of what I'm packing," I said.

She hopped down from the counter, looking down at my covered cock and licking her lips. "We'll make this goodbye quick."

"Yeah," I said, following her back into the living room. The cider bottles were long forgotten, but we could always cool them down again if we wanted to, I wagered.

I was so focused on following Haley, staring at her ass or her tits that I could actually see from behind her on either side of her chest, that I actually ran into her. The way she'd stopped in the entryway to the living room, it was kind of hard not to. Though my cock nestled nicely in her ass, it was only that we were walking at such a slow speed that kept me from knocking her down.

If she was angry at me running into her, Haley didn't let it show, not for the pure surprise in her voice.

"Holy shit," she said, her eyes locked onto the living room.

Looking up, I had to agree with her. "Holy shit."

Brooke and Rose had stopped decorating the Christmas tree and had relocated to the couch. That the two of them had had a long-running feud was pretty hard to tell for how intensely they were kissing each other. Brooke sat in Rose's lap, straddling her hips and kissing her with a flurry of quick, tongue-heavy kisses to the lips, her hands gently squeezing Rose's bountiful C-cup tits. She giggled and squealed while Rose kissed her back with long, groan-worthy kisses, her hands caught up in squeezing Brooke's amazing ass.

"Ohmygod I'm so sorry I was such a bitch," Brooke squealed, kissing Rose passionately.

"You can make it up to me however you want," Rose replied in her low, sexy voice.

"I shouldn't have, like, cut you off like that, I should've been a good friend, I shouldn't have been such a cunt!" Brooke said, every few words punctuated by another quick kiss.

"No, you shouldn't have been," Rose said, swatting Brooke's ass playfully, only a hint of malice in her otherwise playful voice.

"They couldn't wait five minutes, could they?" Haley said, keeping her voice low.

"You look at them, could you keep your hands to yourself for five minutes?" I asked.

Haley rocked her head side to side, considering. "Probably not. We should interrupt them."

"Weren't you just saying a few minutes ago that you didn't want them interrupting us?" I asked.

"Yeah, but that was then, and now I want in on this, because it looks hot, and I wanna have some fun. Don't you want a part of that? Because I know these two sluts, and let me tell you they'd want to have us in on this," Haley said.

In all honesty, I really did want a part of it, because the sight of the two of them going at each other like this was insanely hot, but with Brooke and Rose reconnecting after a long time apart and their making out looking so tender and sweet, I didn't really want to interrupt their moment.

Loudly, Haley cleared her throat. "Ladies..."

I whispered to her, "You really are a bitch sometimes."

"You say that like you're surprised; I thought you were smart," Haley replied.

Rose and Brooke turned to us, both smiling.

"Hey, guys," Rose said, so casual you wouldn't have known we'd just caught her making out with Brooke.

"Hey!!" Brooke exclaimed. "Rose and me are besties again! We've been making out for, like, I don't know how long, and then we're gonna get naked and suck on each others' boobs and eat each other out and probably play with the strap-on I brought in my purse and... hey! You guys wanna, like, join us? You should totally join us! It'll be fucking hot with boobs as big as Red's and a cock like Ryan's and, like, it'll be so much fun!! Please, please, please say yes!!"

Not wanting to intrude, I looked at Rose. She shrugged. "You heard her."

I did hear her. So did Haley. With confident strides that looked exceptionally difficult in the tight Santa dress she was wearing, Haley sat down on the couch next to Brooke and Rose, pulling Rose's face away from Brooke with the greatest difficulty before stealing a kiss of her own. Though Brooke pouted, she still looked upon her kissing friends with loving eyes, then over at me as if silently pleading for me to break them up.

As much as I wanted to join them, and as tempting as the sight no doubt was, it still felt weird to intrude. Don't get me wrong, a big part of me was definitely hoping that today would go exactly like this, but now that it was happening, I felt... strange. This was their reconnection, this was their moment, they were the old friends. I was just the guy whose house this was and who was crazy enough to try to put them in the same place at the same time. That they were going at it was hardly a surprise, but the respectable thing at this moment really felt like stepping back and letting them have all the fun.

I was almost there, almost stepping away and leaving them alone, but before I could Rose pushed Haley away and called out to me.

"RYAN COLLINS! You started this, so if you know what's good for you, you better get your sweet ass and much sweeter cock over here and finish this!" Rose demanded.

"Totally!" Brooke exclaimed.

"Don't make me come over there and smother you with my tits until you come to your senses," Haley said, in what had to be one of the most bafflingly enticing threats I'd ever heard.

They were enough, though, to get me moving on over to the couch with them.

After some debate on etiquette, I slid between Rose and Haley, and was hardly one to complain when Haley threw her leg over my hips and pulled herself up to straddle me. With Rose and me sitting side by side and Brooke and Haley in our respective laps, I considered the course of events that brought this together and found myself smiling.

Or, at least smiling as much as I could while being smothered by Haley's massive tits. She pressed me into the couch and crushed her creamy breasts against my face, encouraging me to go back to licking and suckling them as I had earlier. I hardly needed any motivation to do this, and with my hands clasped firmly to her ass as she ground against my sweatpants-covered cock, I spent a few heavenly minutes list in her cleavage, listening as Haley exchanged kisses with the other two.

It was only by a forceful hand pushing Haley away from me that I was allowed to properly take in a breath, only for Rose's lips to be on mine, soon replaced by Brooke's, then Haley's. The four of us exchanged kisses like this for a good long while, grinding and groping and stroking each other as we fully enjoyed the moment and each other.

This peace wouldn't last long, though. Not with the pent up emotions between these three being unleashed, and certainly not with the sexual energy flowing through the room.

"Okay, that's enough of this!" Brooke said, reaching under her armpits and pulling her cute and short elf dress over her head. She did this without mussing up her pigtails or the elf hat, leaving her dressed only in her matching red bra and panties and knee high red and green socks.

"You're wearing a bra?" I asked. With breasts as small as hers and liking to be available for sex at the drop of a hat, Brooke often went without a bra, so this was a surprise. An adorable surprise, no doubt, but definitely a surprise.