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)