Monday at school, everything was instantly different. To be frank, it was like Rick and I traded places in our school's pecking order over the weekend.
Everybody knew what happened in the bathroom. I fucked the virgin head cheerleader at homecoming, and, what's more, I did it well. Everybody was also saying that Rick fucked her later that night and it was so pathetic that she broke up with him. I don't know if it was true or not, but it didn't really matter.
The star football player had fallen from grace with the popular kids now. Not only that, but the jocks and I seemed to have an understanding. It wasn't that they wanted to be friends with me, or that I wanted to be friends with them, but they had a respect for me now. I didn't have to worry about being picked on anymore.
More important than that, though, most of the girls in school were fawning over me. It seemed impossible, but in less than two weeks I went from being the biggest loser in the school to the alpha male. Everybody knew that I was a stud, that I had my pick of women, and that the head cheerleader was desperate to date me.
All day Monday whenever I saw Amy in the halls she was waiving at me, winking at me, blowing me kisses; whatever she could do to get my attention.
The amazing thing to me was that I didn't really want to date her. She was beautiful, popular, and the chick that I'd been fantasizing about for years. At one point I would have given anything to be her boyfriend, but I began to realize that what I really got off on was the conquest of making women mine. Amy was great, but I still had nine women on my list.
All the same, she was also the hottest girl in school and would probably let me do whatever I wanted to her. I didn't just want to cast her aside.
I decided we should have a talk. That afternoon when school was out, instead of hooking up with my best friend Mindy like usual I went to watch Amy at cheerleading practice.
The girls went through all of their cheers, and I felt like at least some of them were performing for me. A lot of them, when they did splits or twirled their skirts, looked my way.
I made a mental note to myself that the cheerleader's coach was pretty hot. I didn't know her name, but she was a blonde in her forties and had probably been a beautiful cheerleader herself when she was younger. She wasn't on the list of ten girls I was going to fuck, but that didn't mean I couldn't make room for her at some point.
After their practice, I actually considered sneaking into the women's shower and seeing if any of the girls would mind. It seemed like too bold a move, though. I didn't want to push my newfound popularity too far.
I waited for a while, then all of the girls walked out of the locker room together; some of them wearing casual clothes and some of them still dressed in their uniforms. Amy was still dressed as a cheerleader.
When she saw me waiting for her she ran over to me and greeted me with a big kiss while some of the girls watched and cheered. They were standing about twenty yards away. We never kissed the whole time we fucked, so this was the first time I kissed her.
Since we had an audience in the cheerleaders milling around I decided to give Amy a big, hard slap on her ass as my greeting to her, then I left my hand on her rear and the girls got a good "hoot" out of it.
"Hey, lover," she said in the sexiest tone she could muster. She still had her mind set on dating me.
"I saw your practice, you looked great out there."
She blushed, and then said with a giggle, "Oh, you probably just like it when I do the one where I put my leg behind my head."
"I sure do. There's one where you put your hands on one of the other girls' hips for a minute, and I like that, too."
"So do I," she said, still going out of her wait to sound sexy.
"So, I think we should go talk," I said. I think she sensed the negativity in my voice.
"Oh, don't talk like that, stud. Have you heard what the girls are calling you now?"
