April Fool's in Handcuffs

(Usual Disclaimer Time: All the characters in this story are 18 years old or older, and since we're living in the wide wonderful world of porno-land here, where clichés roam free and things might get a little unrealistic from time to time, please remember it's all in good fun.)

(Author's Note: This story is my entry to the April Fool's Day Story Contest 2025 at Literotica. While it references characters and places from my ongoing Senior Year Memories series, this is a STANDALONE spin-off story created for this contest that does not require any knowledge of the series to enjoy; I'm trying to make it its own fun thing and aim to provide all necessary context. So, while some details will be familiar to longtime readers, it is meant to be accessible to newcomers as well.

Further, while I've dabbled a bit in the subject in the past, this is one of my first dedicated attempts at a Lesbian Sex story, so while I did my best to write a fun, smutty girl-girl-centric tale, I apologize in advance if I seriously fucked anything up, and sincerely hope you all enjoy the attempt!)

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As the senior class cheer captain at Regan Hills High School, 18-year-old Dakota Lewis had known that this day was coming for some time. As a known hardass who liked to drive the other girls on the squad hard so they could reach their greatest potential, she knew that April Fool's Day would likely be some kind of reckoning for her, even if she didn't exactly know the flavor that that reckoning would come in... but with tradition being what it was, she knew that this was likely to be one hell of a night for her.

She also knew that, with Regan Hills kind of having an unspoken reputation as one of the horniest small towns on Earth that however she was pranked might well be sexual in nature, especially considering the fact that she and the other cheerleaders had all had their share of fun fucking around as the year had gone on, because, hey, when all your friends are hot and horny, why wouldn't you be having as much fun with them as possible?

Nevertheless, Dakota hadn't expected her friends to be quite this creative for an April Fool's Day prank.

Standing at the fifty-yard line at Regan Hills High's football field, naked save for her shoes and socks and the blindfold that had been slipped over her eyes, Dakota had to admit that they'd successfully surprised her. The cool night air on this lovely April in Southern California evening made her skin prickle with gooseflesh and her nipples go hard, but she stood still, strong and determined and ready to face whatever they intended to put her through. It didn't mean she completely lacked anxiety over what was to come, as it was easy to fear the unknown when you were naked and blindfolded in the middle of a football field, but for all intents and purposes she thought she did a good job of hiding it by putting on a playfully defiant face.

There were people around her, bustling, their footsteps in the grass obvious. She knew that something was coming, and coming soon, just what that something would be she wouldn't hazard a guess.

"We're gonna put these on you now," a kind, if somewhat sickly-sweet, voice explained as a pair of noise-canceling headphones were slid most of the way over Dakota's head. "Then you count to thirty... you can take them and the blindfold off then and, like, you'll know what to do then! Have fun!"

Before Dakota could raise a question, the headphones were completely pushed over her ears, and she was left alone in this world, standing naked and exposed and uncertain of what would come next. It was only that she trusted her friends that she indulged the plan this far, and she meant to see it through.

30... 29... 28...

She could feel more movement around her, more hurried preparation.

27... 26... 25...

Whatever they had planned was certainly elaborate, she had to give them that, as she felt the bustling of more bodies around her.

24... 23... 22...

Dakota felt a body closing in at her left side, some vigorous action that was difficult to determine for how blind and deaf she was to what was going on...

21... 20... 19...

Quickly, she felt the shackle of a pair of handcuffs click around her left wrist, then some resistance as whoever was attached to the other shackle pulled against her with some hesitation of their own.

18... 17... 16...

It was as Dakota felt people running away from them, then experimentally pulled against her own side of the handcuffs to meet the resistance of whoever she was shackled to, that she felt that first hint of trepidation and wondered just what the fuck she had gotten herself into.

And to think, this had all started so promisingly...

***

Just because she was a hardass to the other girls on her squad, that didn't mean Dakota wasn't a team player, and it especially didn't mean she had no respect for traditions, no matter how annoying they made her life. While there weren't too many traditions that she knew she had to be concerned about, when it came to April Fool's Day, all bets were off. Regan Hills High clubs had an informal tradition of pulling some fairly impressive pranks on their captains and presidents and the like, and since they always wanted to go bigger than everyone else, the cheerleaders in particular had a reputation to keep up for some fairly epic pranks on their captains from year to year. Though there were plenty ways to get around it with her friends and connections, considering how hard she was on the other girls the rest of the year, Dakota understood that this was one of those times where if she knew what was good for her, she'd take the pranking in stride and let them all have their fun.

But that didn't mean she was going to do it without at least some dignity.

That was why Dakota snuck into the school at the appointed hour after dark, dressed in her best, most formal blue and white cheerleading uniform, her hair and makeup done up perfectly. It may not have been war paint in the traditional sense, but it was how she chose to face whatever crucible the rest of the girls in the squad had in mind for her, and her way of reminding them that she was one of the hottest bitches in school.

And, Dakota had to admit, she was looking particularly hot today. At a lean 5'8", she was particularly statuesque among the cheerleaders, her pale skin close to flawless save for a light smattering of freckles across her cheeks that gave her a particularly mischievous look. The formal cheerleading uniform hugged her lean and toned dancer's body perfectly, the skirt not covering up too much of her shapely legs and full, round ass. While the top and its accompanying long white gloves were not the most flattering in the world, it was tight enough to hug her frame nicely and show off just how nice her C-cup breasts could look. With her shoulder-length, dark brown hair pulled back into a tight, functional ponytail, her clever, angular face was all the more highlighted, which when combined with her delicate features, smug little grin and bold blue eyes gave her an understandable confidence with how fucking good she looked.

So, it was with a spring in her step and a sense of confident ease that she strolled through the empty school, making her way across the darkened athletic fields toward the cheerleading office. Though there was a certain thrill, maybe even fear, for someone as prone to overachieving as her at being at school well after everyone was supposed to be gone, any anxiety about getting caught was far from her mind. After all, the school only had one security officer, and even Officer Brandy had a home to go to at the end of the day.

And even if she was caught, this would hardly be the biggest trouble that Dakota had managed to talk herself out of.

As she reached the cheerleading office just off the football field, Dakota straightened herself out, once again doing a quick scan of the area around her and finding herself seemingly alone, though she knew that was far from the case. Ever since she'd stepped foot on campus, she'd felt eyes on her, watching and waiting and ready to pounce. Though this should have put her on her guard, on this day of all days, Dakota was prepared to let them pounce this once.

Raising her hand, she knocked on the office's door.

Just as soon as she'd done it, the door swung open about a foot, a cute, cheerful face looking up at her. It was a face that Dakota knew well, her sparkling smile, bright green eyes, bobbing, shoulder-length blonde pigtails... yeah, the ever-energetic 18-year-old Brooke King was one of the more distinct members of Dakota's cheer squad.

"You're here! Excellent!" Brooke exclaimed, opening the door a little wider and grabbing Dakota by the wrist.

With surprising strength for her petite frame, Brooke pulled Dakota into the cheerleading office, then quickly closed and locked the door behind her. She wasn't the only cheerleader in here, either, as the willowy redhead with glasses and a cutely goofy grin, 18-year-old Sasha Pearl, and the busty and charitable Latina, 18-year-old Jade Alvarez, also stood in the office, seemingly waiting and at the ready. These were three of the nicer girls on the cheer squad, so Dakota felt no imminent threat, but their dark clothes gave them a vaguely conspiratorial vibe, which certainly fit the occasion.

"Girls," Dakota said with a nod.

"Hey," Jade replied, nodding to Dakota.

"Hi!" Sasha replied brightly.

"So, this would be, like, one of those moments in a movie where I'd totally say, 'So, I guess you're wondering why I invited you here...' but you totally kinda know that, so we can dispense with that step and get down to the April Fool's of it all, yeah?" Brooke suggested.

"I would like that," Dakota replied evenly, smiling at the girls with a well-earned confidence. "I know that I'm about to face some variety of humiliation, and I'd like to get it over with sooner rather than later while you all get your laughs in... I haven't seen them, but I trust the other girls are here as well?"

"Totally," Brooke replied.

"Yeah," Sasha replied conspiratorially, strolling over toward Dakota. "We've got most of the squad here, and some assorted allies and other friends just to make things particularly interesting. I mean, after they found out what was happening tonight, an audience was inevitable."

Well, that was fascinating. Dakota had never feared an audience in the past, and she wasn't planning on backing down this time even if that meant her humiliation being watched.

"But we're here, right now, to make sure you're ready for this, and to let you know that if you want to quit, you can. You don't have to do this just because it's a long-running tradition, because, let's face it, there's a lot of shitty long-running traditions out there and you don't have to do anything you don't want just because it's been done for a long time," Jade said, her voice, as ever, a natural comfort to Dakota.

Straightening herself out, Dakota replied, "I've been preparing myself for this all day. I'm ready for whatever you girls have to throw at me."

Brooke, Sasha and Jade shot each other conspiratorial looks, then exchanged some rather giddy smiles.

"You're sure about that?" Sasha asked.

"Positive," Dakota replied.

"Even if it's gonna contain a night of sexy shenanigans? Because we, like, want ya to know that it's gonna be pretty heavy on sexy shenanigans, and we just wanna make sure that everyone's consenting before we subject ya to anything, because if you do consent and are down for anything like you say you are, it's got some potential to get totally steamy," Brooke explained, smiling up at Dakota with the same cheer and enthusiasm she always brought to the field.

Dakota licked her lips at the possibility of sexy shenanigans. She and the rest of the girls on the squad had had a lot of fun together this senior year, and Dakota liked to think that she knew their tastes well, so well in fact that she thought there was nothing they could do to surprise her.

This would turn out to be a bit of a mistake, not that she wouldn't have a fair bit of fun by the time all of this was over.

Thinking about the possibilities, even if it would mean a certain level of humiliation to be mixed in as well, Dakota said, "I'm ready."

Jade and Sasha shared delighted looks, while Brooke squealed with joy.

"Alright, girls, let's strip her, blindfold her and get her outside so we can let the games begin!" Brooke exclaimed.

As the three of them descended upon the brunette cheer captain, Dakota couldn't help but get the feeling like there was more to this prank than even she had predicted, but by the time she began to wonder what her friends were really up to, they'd already begun to remove her clothing.

***

3... 2... 1...

Alright, enough was enough. Dakota lifted her free hand and grabbed the noise canceling headphones, pulling them off and dropping them to the ground, the blindfold following seconds later. She blinked her eyes, getting readjusted to the limited light of the dark field. Considering her naked state, she half-expected there to be a crowd of people surrounding her, laughing and pointing and taking pictures of her nudity. There, however, weren't any people surrounding her as far as she could see, even if she could still feel that primal sensation of distant eyes watching her every move, and for all intents and purposes, she seemed to be alone on the football field.

Alone, save for the beautiful blonde girl who stood next to her, her right hand cuffed to Dakota's left and standing every bit as naked as the cheerleader herself was. The other girl's count must have been a few seconds off from Dakota's, because it took her a moment longer before she stripped off her headphones and blindfold, but the moment she did, she looked around with a similar look of blinking confusion and annoyance.

"Motherfucker..." she said, tugging her right hand against the handcuffs, before looking at Dakota with some surprise.

Nonplussed, Dakota replied, "Hey, Eliza... happy April Fool's Day. They got you too?"

The blonde eyed Dakota with a further wave of annoyance, tugging at her cuffed hand again, before her shoulders dropped with resignation. "Yeah, looks like it."

As people she could have been handcuffed to on April Fool's Day went, Dakota knew that she could have done a lot worse than 18-year-old Eliza Dane. While she didn't know her well, she knew Eliza was the captain of Regan Hills High School's swim team, and though Dakota had never really attended any swimming related sporting events, she had definitely heard of Eliza's reputation as a skilled athlete and a beast when it came to any and all forms of competition. Beyond that, Eliza also had a reputation for being as much of a beast academically, consistently scoring near the top of whatever classes she was in.

Of course, one doesn't get a reputation for being a beast easily, and in the few occasions Dakota had had to talk with her in the past, she knew Eliza fairly direct in speech and rough around the edges personality-wise, which didn't make her a lot of friends on her team or in class. As a similarly academically inclined hardass, Dakota actually had quite a bit of respect for Eliza, and didn't mind her nearly as much as everyone else around school seemed to, so while she found it terribly on the nose that the two of them had been paired together for whatever this prank was, she was optimistic that whatever it entailed that Eliza Dane would make a great partner.

And... well, she would have been in denial if she said she hadn't checked Eliza out either, and it was undeniable that the swim team captain was fucking hot. Lightly tanned all over, the 5'9" blonde had a toned athlete's body, not too muscular, but with muscles just prominent enough to know she was best not to be fucked with. Her long, shapely legs led to a toned, round ass, a strong back and tight abs. Her pussy was shaved bare, a sight that Dakota didn't mind in the slightest, and while the rest of her body was tight and compact, her breasts were anything but. Full and high and easily a DD-cup, with prominent, dark nipples that begged for all sorts of attention, Dakota found herself briefly wondering if they were ever a problem with swimming, but knew better than to ask; lord knew she was acquainted with plenty of top-heavy cheerleaders who managed just fine.

Eliza's face was every bit as striking as the rest of her, her jaw strong and cheekbones high, her eyes a bright green that seemed to constantly be scanning the environment for any challenges and full, prominent lips that were every bit the definition of pouty, briefly making Dakota wish that she'd found Eliza when they were both a little tipsy at a party so that she could make out with the swim captain.

Maybe a bit more than make out if the night treated them well.

Eliza ran a hand through her blonde hair, cut short (but not so short that a few locks nearly fell into her eyes) and shaved on the sides in a way that gave her a distinctly streamlined look. She looked around thoughtfully, before turning her attention back to Dakota, considering.

"So, we gotta run around and demean ourselves until we can get out of these, don't we?" Eliza suggested.

"I'd say that was the goal," Dakota said, lifting her cuffed hand and pulling Eliza's along for the ride. "These... these are real handcuffs. These aren't your garden variety sex shop love cuffs, no... no quick safety releases here... somebody really wants us to work to get out of these."

"I'm not afraid of work," Eliza said, tugging their wrists back down. "Can't say I'm a fan of demeaning, though."

"Yeah, well, it's April Fool's Day, and we signed on to this for the sake of our traditions and our girls," Dakota explained, offering the blonde a peaceful smile.

"Maybe we did, but that doesn't mean I wanna stretch this out any more than we gotta. I'm feeling pretty fucking exposed out here," Eliza replied, shivering slightly and looking around nervously.

"Well, you're not alone, at least," Dakota replied, looking down at the grass before them with some interest. "And it's not like you don't look fucking great exposed. Also, I think I might've found our first clue on how to get the fuck out of here."

If Eliza heard Dakota's compliment, she didn't let it show, but her sharp eyes did certainly follow where Dakota was pointing, catching sight of the small tape recorder that had been left on the ground in front of them, the words 'PLAY ME' conveniently taped to the front of it.

"Something tells me they want us to play the tape," Dakota quipped, smiling brightly. "Though I wonder if we should- HEY!!!"

Eliza stepped forward, dragging Dakota along for the ride as she bent over and reached for the tape recorder. Dakota was quick and agile enough that she wasn't taken down, even though it was close for a step there.

"Sorry," Eliza said, even though her focus on the task at hand didn't make her sound all that sorry.

"You know, I think we're supposed to work together on this," Dakota explained.

"You really think that?" Eliza replied sarcastically, standing back up as she manipulated the tape recorder in her hand.

Dakota had a few choice answers that she thought she could offer Eliza, but held onto her tongue enough to compose a more constructive response.

"No... and you don't either," Dakota answered.

"Yeah, exactly," Eliza said, straightening up and trying to look thoroughly important. "They want to see us fall on our asses, because that's the joke of this all, and if falling on our asses is an inevitability, I'd rather get over with it quickly. I know you can keep up, and I'll need you to keep up, because I don't want to have to be dragging you around with me."