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illi mcmillin did not believe in god. why would she, when for all the times she’s prayed before bed to die in her sleep as to not have to deal with those bullies anymore, she woke up perfectly healthy and still had her head bashed into the toilet?
but when summer break ended, and she saw you’d tried out for the cheerleading squad and made it again— which meant she could finally see you with that little uniform— she wondered if she should step foot on a church after so long and thank him for it.
(un)fortunately, croquet was over to the low amount of students that took it seriously— well, just illi, her brother mikey, and their friends ray & frank— so her schedule was free and her brother encouraged her to try out for the team. he’d told her it’d be fun, she’d make new friends.
yeah. yeah, she would.
-
an unnecessarily big postcard that had “CHEERLEADER TRYOUTS!!!! :)” written on it in swirly pink letters was stuck crookedly to the gym doors, and it made everything about all of this seem so lethargic, so half-hearted, that illi wanted to turn on her heel and walk away to never come back. for a moment she thought she’d rather beg that bitch of a teacher, ms. anderson, to bring croquet back. she’d kneel on rice and promise her half the school would play.
but then she remembered how your face broke into a huge, toothy, ridiculously bright grin when you finally managed to hold yourself for more than five seconds in a perfect heel stretch, and she remembered that’s what she was standing there for in the first place. just to see you. she’d sacrifice.
with a deep breath, she rested her sweaty palms on the gym doors for a second before pushing them. her sneakers squeaked when she stepped foot onto the hardwood floor. she’d never been to anywhere “athletic” if not the field in so long. now that she thinks about it, her parents took her and mikey to watch a baseball game last month, although she only remembered throwing up on mikey’s popcorn bucket because of that terrible hot dog she’d had. mind you, it was supposed to be gourmet. disgusting, she still tasted that sausage.
illi gulped, clenching and unclenching her fists. every girl there stared at her with an incredulous look, and some of them even seemed to be scared of her. you were, much to her disdain, one of them, with your wide, surprised eyes staring at her.
“mcmillin,” your pe teacher crossed her arms. “you gonna try out, or are you just gonna stand there?”
illi shifted her weight, awkwardly scratching her elbow. “i wanna- wanna try out, ms. anderson.”
“isn’t she that little croquet girl?” one of your friends whispered to you, and your response was simply a furrow of your eyebrows. “isn’t her brother, like… a faggot? isn’t she a faggot?!”
“madison, don’t say that!” you whispered through your teeth. although, a small, evil part of you wanted to laugh and agree. maybe even throw a feel more jokes to it.
“what? he is, isn’t he?”
you frowned. “i don’t know, but stop it.”
illi gingerly shuffled over to stand beside you. “hi,” she whispered meekly. you were going to answer her with a small wave, but you didn’t want her to see how clammy your hands were so you just went for a small smile.
luckily mind reading was not possible, illi would hate it if you could see the little people inside her brain walking erratically because you smiled at her.
“alright,” ms. anderson blew her whistle— she probably bought a new one because the previous whistle she owned was not as loud. “you are going to choose a pair, and teach them how to do simple things.”
you, already excited, searched around for madison, only to realise she already had paired up with another girl.
you looked around a bit more, searching, praying to whatever god listened to you that you wouldn’t have to do it with your coach— god, that’d be humiliating— when you suddenly felt a light, hesitant hand on your shoulder.
you turned around to see illi mcmillin, staring at you with a frightened expression, as if ready to bolt were you to throw something at her or call her names.
“…hi,” she finally mumbled, hesitating before placing her hand at her side again. “sorry, uhm- have you got a pair yet?”
“no, i- no.” you shifted your weight, looking around, ready to beg anyone with only your eyes to pair with you. no one even bothered to do so much as bat an eye.
illi stared at you with wide hazel eyes, so full of hope that you were going to choose her as your pair. she was ecstatic to see you didn’t have another choice but to take her hand. she desperately fought back a grin, her heart soaring at the fact that she was finally chosen. even if she was the only remaining option she was chosen.
“okay,” you mumbled. “do you know how to do a toe touch?”
illi knew exactly how to do a toe touch. she’d seen you do so many, she memorized it.
you took three steps back to give her space, and she took a deep breath before managing a mediocre move. it wasn’t terrible, per se, but her left leg was lower than her right one, and for a moment you were sure she was going to fall down.
oh, it’s okay. you could teach her.
-
it’s been a week since illi made the squad. since then, you’ve learned so much about her. she likes d&d, audrey hepburn— a shared interest: roman holiday is your favourite movie, ever. when you found out, you kept gushing about it to her for a good 30 minutes, but she didn’t seem to mind— and so much other stuff you had no clue about what it was but seemed so fun. you were introduced to frank, mikey and ray. the first two boys kept shooting daggers at you, hesitant to even breathe around you, but ray was the sweetest thing, so warm and welcoming. it was clear the bullying never got to him.
illi truly is so nice, you realize you’ve been enjoying her company far more than madison’s. illi doesn’t comment on your body or “stupid” infatuation with lars ulrich, she’s sweet, nice, funny, super smart, and really good at science. not to mention, she’s very beautiful, with her little cherub-like cheeks and her smile…
…what are you doing? you don’t like girls.
right?
your train of thought is abruptly brought to a halt when ms. anderson’s whistle blows. you’re sweating like a pig— still, illi glances at you once and you still take her breath away. what she wouldn’t give to lick you clean; every crevice of you, she’d swipe her tongue over it just to taste the salt of your sweat and skin— stop it, illi. not here.
as everyone leaves the gym, you walk over to her with a smile. “illi, have you manage to do a split yet?”
she smiles and scratches the back of her neck, avoiding your eyes. “i— yeah, i mean. almost.” she shifts her weight. “i mean, i can get down, but it hurts so i can’t really touch the… the ground.”
she rubs her palms against her skirt, buying time as she tries to think of something. “you could, uhm. help me?”
all your life, you’ve heard people say their heart sunk down to their ass, but that’s never happened to you until now.
it drops so fast you feel almost lightheaded.
“now?” you mumble.
“well, i don’t know—“ illi fidgets with her bitten cuticles, trying to steady her breath. “w-whenever you want, i mean—“
“let’s go now,” you speak before you even register what’s coming out of your mouth, and you almost bring your palm to your forehead. stupid.
“…is that okay?”
“yeah, sure,” illi whispers.
you smile excitedly, helping her get into the starting position as you adjust yourself in it.
“illi, your right leg has to go at the same time,” you laugh, on the floor, positioned perfectly for her to copy. well, it’s useless, really, for she’s just discreetly staring at the little sweat stains on your groin.
“i know, i’m trying!” she whines, weakly pushing her leg down.
with a sigh, you get up and jog over behind here. “let me help,” you mutter, carefully placing your hands on her hips to push them down.
oh, but it does unspeakable things to you. your breath hitches and you instinctively squeeze the fat around there, which makes her melt.
illi stares up at you under her big lashes, and you notice her eyes briefly flick down to your parted lips. testing the waters, you hesitantly lean in, and you feel her do the same, just a bit closer…
illi’s crotch finally hits the floor. you feel it and jump up with how happy you are—also a bit relieved, you’d have to spend the whole night begging for god to forgive you had you kissed her— pulling her with you by the wrist. “illi! you did it!” she stumbles into you but you manage to regain your balance with a breathlesd laugh, pulling her into a tight hug. illi takes the opportunity to aggressively—albeit discreetly, obviously—sniff your neck, bathing in the scent of coconut and shea butter she’s always noticed oozing from your pores. you pull back to smile brightly at her, “wasn’t so hard, huh?”, and she smiles back and mumbles, “not at all.”
-
you and illi walk to the changing lockers together. thankfully, by the time you get there, it’s mostly empty, with the two remaining girls leaving (and ogling the pair of you as they go). you’re quick to hop in the shower, carelessly throwing your clothes from inside the shower near your bag.
that includes your panties— black lace, dotted with a small satin bow at the front.
illi glances there. looks back. stops dead in her tracks. glances back. they’re a bit stretched, and, much to illi’s delight, they emanate the same smell as your body. she tries so hard not to touch them, but before she even thinks about it, she brings the fabric to her nose and lets the musky scent of you flood her senses. she shudders, feeling herself twitch against her uniform, the legging shorts suddenly tight. despite the voices inside her head being against the idea that just switched her lightbulb, she quickly places the fabric inside her bag.
illi wants to go even bolder.
“hey, uhm, i forgot my panties,” she yells, hoping to reach you through the sound of the shower. “have- have you got any spare ones?”
“yeah, illi! they’re inside my bag!” you reply.
nodding, illi digs through your stuff, successfully finding another one of your undies for what she is determined will be her new collection.
not only that, but she also finds your lotion. fuck.
illi quickly grabs the treasures she’s found and places them inside her bag before undressing and running to the shower, desperately willing her boner down.
it’s going to be a long, long night.
-
the moment illi and mikey arrive home from school, she sprints inside, startling her brother. “what’s up with you, illi?!” he snaps, annoyed, and she simply flips him off, running downstairs to the basement. he scoffs.
the basement door slams shut, so loudly that illi is actually started, but not for long. she’s too lost inside her head, just standing there in her room— which is surprisingly clean, it seems that finally having a friend who is clearly bothered by her smell makes you mindful of your hygiene— with her fingers tightly curled around the strap of her bag.
inside it.
her bag feels like it weighs a ton, knowing what’s in there. she drops it on her bed gingerly, as if not to break it. it would be better if that happened, though.
illi slips off her flats and climbs onto her bed, sat on her heels, hands on her thighs. she just keeps looking at the bag like it’s a staring competition and she wants to win really bad.
“whatever.” she loses.
illi opens the bag and grasps onto the dirty underwear she’d stolen earlier, and lovingly traces her thumb on the little bow at the waistband. she hesitates— you’re her friend. you trust her.
god, illi hates herself. fuck it.
she brings the fabric to her face and moans as she inhales. she puts the waistband around her ears so she can keep smelling you as she frantically shrugs off her uniform, leaving her in only a pair of knee-high socks, a black bralette and gray, boring panties. her cock twitches helplessly, begging to be freed, and she rips her underwear off, carelessly throwing it somewhere on the floor, most likely next to her uniform. the moment she grasps her throbbing length, a genius idea comes to her.
genius, yet she feels so guilty just thinking about it.
illi grabs your lotion and squirts a generous amount onto the palm of her hand before stroking herself once. the contrast of the cold liquid against her burning skin makes her gasp. she squeezes herself hard and brings the panties from her face to her cock, wrapping the lace around it and beggining to fuck her fist. your underwear got wet with the lotion and illi, gazing at the sight, feels so guilty yet extremely turned on. she has never been this hard.
“fuck,” she moans, eyebrows furrowed, head thrown back in ecstasy. her free hand gropes her balls, squeezing them, letting go only when it gets really painful. “fuck, yeah,” she whimpers, laying down on the bed, continuing to fuck her fist as hard as she can. the smell of your lotion is intoxicating— shea butter has always reminded her of bath & body works, but now it’s also going to remind her of that time she fucked herself into oblivion. oh, but she can see you right there on her bed, being pounded so hard and just begging for more, drooling for her cock. she’d hit your cervix just right and you’d scream..
“shit!, that’s it, c’mon,” illi cries, sliding a finger inside her, desperate to cum, although she’d much rather it were on your skin.
that does it for her.
she whimpers, thighs closing then opening, as her seed spurts all over her hand and on your panties. sighing, she carelessly cleans herself up and throws your underwear in the laundry bin.
she sits up and grabs her notebook, opening myspace. she’s already welcomed with your notification.
“illiii , have U seen my lotion ? :-(“
oh. oh, fuck.