Samantha took a long drink of her beer and walked back to the gaggle of cheerleaders. For a moment she felt a little dizzy and almost stumbled, but then it passed.
A passing jock noticed the misstep and smiled. "Maybe you should slow down, cutie-pie," he told her with a laugh.
Samantha scowled at the meat-head. Who the fuck was he to tell her what to do, and where did he get off calling her 'cutie-pie'?! The term was so 1960's or something. She took a deep breath and decided to not let that ruin the night for her. Samantha raised the cup to her mouth, then paused. She had felt dizzy for a bit after drinking...maybe the boy was right. She took a smaller sip, resolving to not take things too fast.
She rejoined the huddle of cheerleaders and smiled sweetly at Sarah. "So Sarah, steal any boyfriends while I was gone?" she cheerfully sniped at the head cheerleader.
A dark look crossed Sarah's face while the other cheerleaders guffawed or turned away to hide their smiles. Sarah's calm returned a moment later as she calmly replied, "I just had to wait for Sammy the school slut to come back and show me how it's done."
Samantha just smiled at the unoriginal come-back. If Sarah couldn't handle comments like that with more grace then her reign as cheerleader queen would be short lived. And just because she liked fucking guys didn't mean she was a slut. Wait, she thought, something about that wasn't right. She shook her head and looked back at the jock, Harry something-or-other, who called her cutie-pie. Why had she been mean to him, he was obviously interested and probably had a big cock. She should go back over there and make him call out her real name: Samantha...No, maybe Sammy would be better, it certainly rolled off the tongue better than Samantha.
"Well?" Sarah said, drawing Sammy out of her thoughts. Sammy looked her over, wondering idly if she'd be up for a three-way. "How about it Sammy? Go show us how you steal a boyfriend."
Sammy smiled, that sounded like a great idea!
