Cheerleaders And The Shower

Cheryl had been my best friend since I joined the
cheerleading squad at State College. We would go to the
mall together, watch movies together, and study
together, you know, just about everything.

Cheryl was about 5’9″ (I was a wee bit shorter), and
had a figure that bespoke ‘Modeling Career Here’. I’ll
admit that I wasn’t nearly as attractive, but the guys
I dated never seemed to think so.

Anyway, Cheryl really surprised me one night after an
exciting football game. We had gone back to the girl’s
locker room, and I decided to get a shower before we
decided what to do for the evening. Once I was nude and
under the hot spray of the shower, I got very relaxed.
I closed my eyes and stood there, feeling the heat soak
into my tired muscles.

I was broken out of my bliss by the sound of another
shower head turning on. Cheryl was standing at the next
nozzle, rinsing her hair. I was surprised to see her
buck-naked. Before, we had always pulled curtains
between the showers for privacy.

I just stood there and stared at her gracefully curved
breasts, her firm buttocks, and the triangle of golden
brown hair between her legs. As she lathered her body,
I felt myself becoming aroused, my pussy starting to
get warmer, and my nipples starting to tingle.

Cheryl finally looked over at me and smiled. I smiled
back and began to lather myself also with my bar of
soap, while not taking my eyes off of Cheryl. After a
few minutes, she padded quietly over to me and took my
bar of soap.

“Would you be upset if I gave you a kiss, Anne?” she
asked. I stood there gaping at her. All sorts of half
remembered dreams started to flood my mind. She leaned
forward to kiss me. I’d never given serious thought to
Cheryl sexually before, but as turned on as I was
getting, I ignored my inhibitions and met her kiss. It
was gentle and sweet, totally different from the way
guys had ‘kissed’ me. I began to think that I’d never
really been kissed before Cheryl.

She had pressed her lips lightly to mine and now
withdrew an inch. Her eyes searched mine, their rich
coffee brown questioning my cloudy hazel. I answered by
kissing her back, just as gentle, just as lightly. She
smiled brightly and breathed, “Yes…”

She parted her lips and began to probe my lips with her
tongue, following their curves until she slipped
between them. Her hands began to make slow caresses of
my wet body, paying enough attention to my breasts to
get them to ache for more touches.

Our kisses became longer, and deeper, as each of us
drank the other’s sensuality in. Our bodies moved
against each other, excitement charging through my
pussy every time our nipples touched. For at least ten
minutes, we kissed and caressed like the eager and
nervous young lovers we were.

Finally, Cheryl stepped back and asked me to grab a
hold of the water pipe above me. I did so and she began
to lather up my body. Again, she paid special attention
to my nipples which got me gyrating my hips a little. I
leaned my head back and concentrated on the sensations
Cheryl was giving me.

She wiped off each of my breasts with a hot rough
washcloth and began to suckle me. Her hands caressed my
stomach and back as her lips touched my left breast and
her teeth tried to entice milk from it. My whole body
seemed alive with sensations, electric sparks from my
breasts to my pussy.

After treating my right breast with the same loving
tongue, she began to move down my body, rinsing me off
as she did so.

I felt my legs spreading themselves in anticipation of
what I’d always wanted a girl to do to me. I kept
moving my hips around, trying to increase my sensations
with my squirming. When I felt her kneel down, I
stopped and waited.

First, she nuzzled me, her nose sniffing my sexual
scents. I could feel my juices mixing with the water on
my leg. Then she grabbed me about my waist, her hands
resting on my buttocks. She dove into my pussy with a
relish, her tongue lapping between my lips, her nose
rubbing my clit.

After a few minutes of this, I couldn’t believe how
turned on I was, far more than I’d ever felt before. I
started moving up and down, rubbing myself on her face.
All thoughts were gone except the intense desire to
have an orgasm, to find release for the pressure Cheryl
had built in me. I peeked down and watched her as she
lapped at my pussy, my own girl-lover. I think the
newness of the experience and the idea of lesbian love
just got me more and more excited.

Within seconds, my vagina started clenching in the
spasms of an orgasm. It was so intense that I starting
moaning and biting my lower lip. It was far stronger
than any I’d had with boys.

Just as I began to unclench and relax from the release
of the pressure, Cheryl started again, though now she
was more forceful with her tongue and even began to nip
my clit with her teeth.

It didn’t take long for the tension to return to my
pelvis, the hardness to my nipples. Soon, I felt my
stomach start to wobble in anticipation of my second
orgasm (the first time I ever had more than one!). As I
began to moan again, Cheryl took my bar of soap and
began sliding it back and forth between my ass cheeks.
I’d never felt the sensation of anything back there
before and it pushed me into an orgasm even better than
the first.

I finally let go of the water pipe when I felt my legs
would hold me up. Cheryl stood up. Her smiling face
gleamed with my juices. She gave me a deep kiss and
handed back my soap.

“Hurry up and finish, Anne. I called your Mom earlier
and she said you could stay at my house this weekend.
I’m having a slumber party for the cheerleading squad
because my parents just left for Florida.”

She strutted out of the shower room, her breasts
jumping in rhythm and her ass swaying invitingly. I
finished rinsing off and headed for the outer room. I
hoped there wasn’t going to be much slumbering at
Cheryl’s house this weekend.