From briscoc@aol.com Mon Mar 11 16:16:46 1996
Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories
Subject: cheerleader lez pt.1
From: briscoc@aol.com (Brisco C)
Date: 11 Mar 1996 16:16:46 -0500

Cheerleader lez pt.1 
Tell me what you think

I was almost sixteen when I went out for the cheerleading squad because my
parents wouldn’t let me untill my grades were up. As a result, the other
girls on the squad seemed to not like me, all except Maria, that is.
	Maria was the most beautifull girl in school, I thought. I would
dream of what it must be like to be her. She was hispanic, with dark,
creamy skin, brown sparkling eyes and full, pouty lips. What I think made
her so special was her bearing. Unlike a lot of attractive women in
school, she wasn’t a tease, but she didn’t hide her looks either, she was
completly at ease with herself. Which was unlike me. My breasts had
developed early and I had always been self concious about them. My breasts
also didn’t help me become a cheerleader.
	It was the first day of try-outs and I had on a sweatshirt and a
pair of running shorts, you know, the ones cut high on the sides. Anyway,
Anne, the cheerleading coach was putting about twenty of us throught the
paces. Anne was about twenty-five  and had very angular features. We later
learned she had taken a silver at the national aerobics championship, and
didn’t shrink from making us prove ourselves. Next to her stood Maria, who
was the leader of last years squad and probably the best dancer in the
school. Anne and Maria hoped to put together a squad that could win the
national championship.
	Maria led us through some rudimentary moves, but got progressivly
difficult. I was in the last row, behind the girls who had been on last
year’s squad. After me nervousness subsided, I actually began to enjoy the
routines we were doing, that is, until my bra snapped. I tried to
continue, but my large breasts were flopping around inside my sweatshirt.
Some of the girls began to laugh, and my face turned red, and I ran to the
locker room.
	Inside, I tried to hold back my tears. That’s what I get for
trying to be like other people, I thought. Might as well face the fact
that you’re a freak.
	“Are you O.K?” I turned around and saw Maria with a concerned look
on her face.
	“Uh, yeah. I’ll be fine.” I crossed my arms across my chest as
Maria sat next to me on the bench.
	“You need a sports bra, Amy.” She put her hand on my back and my
face got hot. “Are you busy right now?” She asked. 
	“N-no.” I replied.
	“Come on. We’ll go to the mall and get one. I’ll drive.” She gave
me a smile that put me at ease.
	“O.K.” I answered.
	I changed into my sweater and my jean skirt and cowboy boots (this
was the late eighties and that was in style). Maria came around the corner
wearing  a red blouse, a pleated black skirt, black socks and black
reeboks. I told Maria that going to the mall maybe wasn’t such a good
idea, and showed her how the darkness of my nipples could be seen through
my sweater. Maria stepped forward,took hold of the sweater on either side
of my breasts and shifted the sweater as to cover my nipples. Her touch
sent a shock through my body.
	“There, that she be OK for our purposes.” I was incredibly turned
on at this point and began to question my sexuality. Was I a lesbian? Was
Maria? The thought excited me like none had before.
	We hoped in her Mustang and drove out of the parking lot. When we
drove over the speed bumbs, My breasts would bounce. I blushed again and
Maria laughed. “Do you know how much woman pay to have breasts like yours,
and here you are hiding yours.” Maria wore sunglasses while she drove, and
we made it to the mall. We went into the department store and began to
look thorugh the sports bras. 	“How big are you?” She asked.
	“36D” I said. “Yeah, I’m only 5’2” so I have to get dresses two
sizes too big so they’ll fit over my boobs. I would give anything to have
a body like you.”
	“Oh thank you. You’re sweet.”
	“You must really work out alot.”
	“Would you believe not? All I do is dance.”
	“You make me sick.” We both laughed, and I went into the dressing
room to try the bra.
	Inside the dressing room I took off my sweater and was about to
start putting on the bra, when I got a sudden urge. I went to the door and
put my eye up against the space between the door and the door jam and
looked at Maria, looking through the racks of langerie. My crotch ached
and grew warm. Ilifted my skirt around my waist and began to rub my pussy
though my blue cotton panties. My bushy mound jutted out from either side
of my panties, because I hadn’t yet shaved down there.
	My panties became wet, and my knees weak, so I sat down on the
bench. I reached with one hand down my panties and befan to rub my clit.
With the tother hand I began to squeez my breast. I quickly slipped off my
pantes so that they hung around my ankle. My hand moved in and out of my
strawberry blond bush. My nipples became erect, and with my right hand, a
squeezed one. I let out a moan, and stopped suddnely, afriad someone may
have heard me. A quickly grapped my panties when the first of one of my
deliciously dorty thoughts struck me. I took the soaked panties and
stuffed them under my mouth like a gag. I vigorously fingered myself when
I heard a knock on the door.
	“Are you all right in there?” Maia asked. I let the panties drop
from my mouth.
	“I’m fine.” I said. I looked at my panties and noticed they had a
musty odor and then I realized my hand must smell the same. My hand
glistened with my juices, so I licked them clean. Next, I wiped them on
the bench. I balled up my panties and sheved them in the corner of the
stall. I walked out, paid for the bra (which I had never had the chance to
try on) and frove hyome with Maria, staring at the way she stuck her
licked her lips while she drove and smiling inwardly at the fact that I
had no panties on.


TO BE CONTINUED
CHAPTER 2 (Amy’s sister helps her shave)
CHAPTER 3 (Amy gets her uniform)
CHAPTER 4 (Amy watches Maria and Anne “practice”)
CHAPTER 5 (Amy becomes the teacher)
CHAPTER 6 (Amy and Maria)