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Almost There

By: Wonderer



From the moment I got my computer online, I was searching out Porn. I watched movies, watching everything from group fucks to bestiality. One day I was watching some girl sucking off a Great Dane. Even this turned me on. Everything turned me on especially oral sex. 

I've always loved oral sex but my girlfriends often shied away from it. Hell I had two girlfriends start complaining about TMJ saying it hurt too much to give me head. I'm no monster, about 7 inches of healthy cock, so I can't understand what the problem is. I assumed that was why I was always turn on by watching a big cock get sucked dry.

Sooner or later I started wondering to gay porn sites, watching men suck off men. I was so hard I could burst. I had to find out why, so I started chatting with the gays.

Late at night, when the folks were asleep, I'd be sitting at my computer with my dick in hand, all wet from spit and pre-cum. Typing one handed while I talked some queer through orgasm.

Curious: Can you feel my hot breath on your huge throbbing cock....my tongue streaking across the head tickling your slit. 

random gay: Ohhhhhhhh Yeaaaaaah! 

Curious: Mmmmmmmm I love the taste of your cock... I slide it into my mouth, slowly, one inch at a time. Oh I can feel it in the back of my throat.. Almost....mmmmmmmmmm I can feel your heavy sack on my chin as I swallow you whole. 

random gay: Oh Yesssss...more...please don't stop. 

Curious: I draw you out to the very tip very slowly sucking you, then thrust you into my mouth....over and over...slowly draw you out before swallowing you again... 

random gay: Oh god I'm gonna..... 

Curious: I rub the sensitive underside of you with my slick fingers as I fuck you with my mouth....getting faster and faster sucking you so hard my cheeks hurt.... I want to taste you...come on let me taste you... 

random gay: Here i cum...I'm gonna 

Curious: Cum for me ..... flood me with that hot spunk.....MMMmmmmmm I want it!!!

random gay: Cumminnnggggggg!!!!!

Many nights I'd spend on the computer, a cyber-cock-slut, sucking every guy who wanted me to, wanting to taste the real thing.

Then it happened. I met some guy who was minutes from my house, he had a big white van and he wanted to meet me for his first gay experience.

I shot out my door like a flash of light, grabbing my jacket and my black-jack (you never know what kind of freak some internet lover could turn out to be) on the way out. I met him in a dark parking lot. We exchanged a clumsy greeting, I could tell he was as nervous as I was, and got into the back of his van.

His name was Jason, he was a carpenter and had a nice build. Jason was wearing a pair of blue sweats, and a tee shirt. I could barely look at more than his crotch. 

Just to be me, I asked him if he was sure he wanted to go through with it. In answer he just grabbed my crotch and felt my hardening cock. 

"You can unwrap it if you want," I said as I started to feel his tool through his flimsy sweats. He unclasped my jeans and reaching in yanked me out. He started to jerk my off roughly, tugging my skin farther than it wanted to go. 

After a moment he got scared, and said he couldn't go on...he didn't want to suck a cock. I was so disappointed and still horny as hell. I asked if I could suck his (god I wanted it) and he just ripped down his sweats in response.

There I was face to face with his impressive tool. An inch and a half thick and as long as mine glaring at me through his foreskin. Not only was this the first time I touched a penis other than my own, it was the first uncircumcised prick I have ever seen. I dove on it, I wanted to feel it in my mouth. The skin felt loose over his hard shaft, sliding up and down his pole as my lips surrounded the head. My other hand sought out his heavy balls gently rolling them in my hand. I opened my eyes to see my hand, this hand that had touched only pussy and myself in sexual bliss, curled around his big cock as I sucked him.

Again he grabbed my cock, jerking my roughly, pulling me till it hurt. Suddenly I felt his hot breath on my dick, making me throb for a hot wet mouth to replace his calloused hand.

I continued to suck this monster cock, taking it all the way into my mouth till my nose touched his balls. I could feel him expand in my mouth just as I could tell I was right at his lips. He was going to give me his seed. I had been waiting a long time to feel this, to taste his spunk.

Just as I readied myself for the flood from his big heavy balls, He pushed me off of him.

Jason said he couldn't go on, afraid it would mean he's gay. In other words he was scared because he enjoyed it too much.

Disappointed, I told him it was alright. "I'll be happy to finish what I started, but I won't force you," I said.

He apologized and we parted ways. I got back into my little sports car and drove home to masturbate to the memories of that big hairy cock in my mouth, imagining the feeling of his hot salty cum filling my belly. 

It wasn't long before I got the chance to explore more, but that's another story.

Almost There Already



"Stacy Adams please come to the office. Stacy Adams please come to the office."

A cold chill ran down the pretty senior's spin when she heard her name on the intercom. She gathered her books with trembling fingers and put them in her book bag. It felt like every eye was watching her. She expected to hear them call her boyfriend Mitch's name too. Perhaps...perhaps they hadn't found out. She was head cheerleader -she could be getting called to the office for anything...anything at all. It didn't necessarily mean they had found out. Found out that she and her boyfriend had broken into the school building the night before.

Stupid. So fucking stupid, she mentally cursed. It was Mitch's fault. She didn't need the exam questions. He did. But she had the key. Borrowed off the gym ring after practice last week. There were spares...no one would ever know.

She was sure she'd gotten away with it. It was a good plan. But this morning day, as she drove up to school and there were a team of police cars gathered at the front of the building. There were even reporters. At first she thought it was because of the exam. Then she saw the horrible things that were written on the front of the building. Nappa High is full of fags. Die queers die. principle summers is a dyke bitch.

What were the chances? Why did it have to happen the day after her small little crime. Not even a crime really. It was like stealing music on the internet. No one was hurt. Besides Mitch needed those questions, otherwise he could kiss his college hopes goodbye.

But once she entered the office, any hope she had was soon dashed.

"Miss Adams," principle Summers had a grim expression and a can of spray-paint in a zip lock bag. "Do you care to explain this?"

"I don't know what you are talking about." Stacy replied. She had been worried about the exam, but this was much worse. Something like this could even effect her father's campaign. No way they could pin this on her!

"It was found in your locker," principle Summers said. "The police are going to have it dusted for fingerprints, so you might as well tell the truth."

The truth? That she had broken in last night to steal an exam for her boyfriend. It wasn't even breaking in really...she had a key. But the key had been borrowed. She was at the scene, but she didn't spray-paint the building.

She had no alibi. She was screwed. She had no choice. She was going to have to implicate Mitch and hope he could back her up. It was her only option.

"Oh cool principle Summers," a tall lanky girl said. "I've been looking for that! I've been looking all over for you Stacy."

It was Gwen, the basketball team captain. Stacy couldn't believe her luck. The girl - the dark haired giant of a girl had as much as confessed. Stacy felt the tight knot in her stomach begin to relax. She was off the hook.

"This belongs to you?" principle Summers asked incredulously as she held the evidence up to Gwen.

"Not to me," Gwen said. "The school. I'm on the homecoming committee and Stacy was helping me out. We were painting some metal music note things to hang from the ceiling. First paint - then glitter. I can get them and show them to you if you want. Anyway, it was getting late, so I gave the spray paint to Stacy to hold on to."

"But..." principle Summers stammered. "We had an anonymous tip this morning. It said that Stacy had vandalized the building."

"Stacy? Stacy Adams?" Gwen asked, and by the tone of her voice, it was obvious how ridiculous she assumed the allegation to be. "And you think that she came back to school this morning and hid the cans of spray paint in her locker right where you could find them? Principle Summers, just where did this tip come from?"

Yes! Yes! Exactly that! IT was just as Gwen had said. She had been set up. And thankfully this tall lanky senior knew it even before the school principal did.

"Well, when you put it like that..." Principal Summers said. "But still. From my experience, the simplest answer is usually the best."

"Principal...there's something else..." Gwen continued. "I need to confess something to you. There are certain individuals at this school who are very closed minded. Some could even go so far as to say homophobic. You know I have had problems in the past. There have been rumors. At first it was because - well I'm bigger than other girls.

But lately something has changed. No one knows, but Stacy and I have been ... well - we've been seeing each other. No one knew, but I think they do now ...and someone has done this to try.... to try to expose us I guess...and it is - it is very upsetting."

"You mean..." principle Summers glanced from one girl to the other.

Stacy was to shocked to speak. The woman couldn't possible believe that she and Gwen...that...they were... but it was clear the woman did. What's more, it was a likely enough story if she wanted to get out from under these horrible accusations. How could she paint those horrible things on the building if she and Gwen were actually... gay?

It was an ingenious lie. She was off the hook. There would be no dusting for fingerprints. No involving Mitch.

All she had to do was go along with this farce. Just for awhile.

And then Gwen was next to her. Her long fingers clasping Stacy's. A hand took hold of her chin, turned her to face the towering girl....then she was kissed. On the mouth.

"We are in love." Gwen said."We've been keeping it secret...but obviously someone has found out."

Stacy blushed at the assertion and then meekly nodded her head. What could she say? No, no most certainly we are not. I'm dating Mitch Campell, the star quarterback. The boy I was with stealing an exam with last night.

No. No. She couldn't do that. Moreover, this was easy, so very easy and convenient. It was like that movie where the a guy was pestering a girl at a bar and the girl's friend came up and kissed her and said, "She's with me."

It was weird and icky, but it did the job.

"Well, you girls leave it to me," Principal Summers said. "I'll be certain that no one.. I mean absolutely no one makes this school a bad environment for you two."

In truth, Principle Summers had secretly wanted it to have been true. Nothing against Stacy of course, but her father was running for senate. A Republican. The kind of guy that cuts teacher's salaries. The kind of guy that made things more difficult for people like her...like Gwen and even his own daughter too.

Gwen. Gwen Gwen. She had often wondered about the girl. Suspected. The girl gave off that vibe that those who could sense such things knew if she wasn't she probably would be. The girl reminded her of herself back when she was young. Well, except she never had a girl that was a pretty as Stacy. She was a bit jealous. The girl was a peach that was juicy enough to eat. 

Stacy. She never suspected Stacy to be the sort of girl. And no, she wouldn't bother Stacy again. The girl had enough problems. She wondered if her father knew. She wished she could protect the girl, but there was little she could do to slow the storm that would soon be brewing. 

With that the principal ushered the two girls from the office, then explained to the police that there must be some mistake, it couldn't have been Stacy Adams.

Stacy couldn't hear the exchange, but she caught the look in the police officers's eyes. That sly look. A bit lecherous. A bit condescending. It was a look that brought a blush to her cheeks.

Once outside the office, Stacy gave Gwen a final hug. "Thanks Gwen," she said. "You are a real life saver. I mean it. I owe you a big one. If there's anything I can ever do. Just let me know."

"Well, it looked like you were in trouble," Gwen said. "And you've never been out of your way to be mean to me...not like some of the girls you hang out with."

It was a cruel reminder. Stacy thought back and realized that will she hadn't been directly mean, she'd never been nice to this girl either.

Gwen wasn't well off. Her clothes weren't stylish. She more often than not wore sweats of some sort or other. She wasn't what one would call pretty. She was awkward and somewhat of a loner. And while she'd never called her names, she had smirked and giggled as her friends had been rude to the girl.

"You don't have to worry about them anymore," Stacy promised and she meant it too. She wasn't without means of her own. As head cheerleader and the most popular girl in school, she could make things very difficult for anyone who crossed her or make things very pleasant for those who were her friends.

"Thanks," Gwen said. "And Stacy....uh...when you blushed in there. You know...when I said it was because we were ...girlfriends....was it because you were ashamed to be girlfriends with anyone...or from being girlfriends with me."

Stacy knew that she was treading on very fragile ground. And her answer came haltingly as she did her best to keep this awkward but kind girl's feelings intact.

"It was the part about girls. If I ....you know...I liked girls, I'd surely be proud to have you for my girlfriend."

No that there was any danger in that happening. She had a boyfriend. A hunk. A quarterback. A boy that made the other girls so jealous they couldn't stand it.

"Really," Gwen said, her eyes brimming with hope.

"Yes," Stacy said. "But you do know that I have a boyfriend right now. But perhaps...we can be friends." Or at least Stacy could be more pleasant to this girl. Sort of a charity case. Make sure she wasn't picked on.

"That would be nice," Gwen said. "Before I go, tell me something Stacy...maybe it's nothing...but maybe it's something. Does your boyfriend have the combination to your locker?"

Mitch did. But he wouldn't. Not after what she had done for him. No, it couldn't be him. There had to be some other explanation. But Gwen was right....someone had set her up. And she had to be careful from here on in. This wasn't just about her. She wasn't a normal girl. She had a father that was in politics. Like everyone else in her family. She had to be...

...perfect.

And they would be. She'd make sure of it.

**************

They say a butterfly flapping its wings can start chain reaction that result in a hurricane on the other side of the world. Stacy didn't know it, but a hurricane was brewing. It wasn't until after cheerleading practice that she got a call from her dad's aid.

"Stacy, we need you to come straight home and do not stop. And most importantly, do not talk to anyone."

Damn! She had hoped to see Mitch before going home. However for Jacklyn to call, it must be important.

She packed her bag, and drove straight home. Straight into the storm.

The vans were camped outside on the street when she drove home.

E! Inside Edition. ABC. CNN.

Jesus, what was going on? Was her dad okay? Had something happened?

She turned in the drive and they descended on her like flies. With their lights, their cameras, and mikes. Shoving them in her face. Blinding her with the bright lights.

"Stacy, how does your family feel about your relationship? Are you getting married? How does it feel when your father says that gay people are immoral and perverts? When his own comments have stoked homophobic passions to such a high level your school was vandalized."

Oh Jesus! Oh no-no - no.... Stacy kept her head down and struggled to the door. Thankfully, Jacklyn was there, huddling the young senior inside the door, and locking it quickly behind them.

Stacy's mother rushed to hug her daughter. "Oh Stacy why? If only you could have waited till after the campaign."

While her father nervously paced, an empty glass of scotch clasped tightly in his hand.

"Stacy, how could you?" John Adams asked dejectedly, his political dreams ruined. "You know that this is the primaries. I won't get this chance for another six years. Now...now it's all ruined."

"Actually John," Jacklyn said. "I just received a call before Stacy came home. I had the staff do some quick polling. It's early yet, but I think this has given you a six percent bump."

"What?" John Adams said in disbelief. "But...but...you said earlier that I was polling 10 points down."

"That was running on your same platform." Jacklyn said. "There are obviously going to have to be some changes."

"Like what?" John was busy pouring himself another drink.

"You are going to have to come out in support of your daughter," Jacklyn said. "And reverse your stance on gay marriage."

"But my...donations...my supporters..."

"Mr. Adams, you may find this hard to believe...but there are republicans that have a different stance on gay marriage. They have daughters and sons too. Some of them are gay. There are also Independents. Corporations with CEOs that are out of the closet."

"But..but..."

"You now have a 4 point lead on Lane."

"I do? How?" John swallowed the bitter drink. A 4 point lead. He could win this. "Okay...how do we play this?"

"We start with Stacy," Jacklyn said. "Stacy, tell us more about your new girlfriend. Who are her parents? How did you meet? How long have you been seeing each other?"

"We...aren't seeing each other..." Stacy stammered. How could she explain this? "Her parents didn't even know about Mitch and she hoped to keep It that way. We were..but then...today..."

"You broke up?" Jaclyn asked. "Fuck me... You can't break up. Not now! You know what it's going to look like? Like your father forbade you to see this girl."

"But I do forbid," Senator Adams interjected, before looking over at Jacklyn who shook her head slightly. "No - no. I don't forbid. I'm encouraging" Jaclyn was nodding. Yes, that was the right answer. "Yes, I'm encouraging you to- ah - you to patch it up with this girl you are - ah ...dating."

"But we... I don't think she..." What they asked wasn't possible. Gwen had only helped her temporarily. They weren't real girl friends. Besides, Stacy was seeing Mitch.

Stacy's cell began to ring and she was glad for the interruption. But not so glad when she answered it.

The voice was the same fast talking one from this morning. It was Gwen.

"Stacy, I got your phone number from Liz. I hope you don't mind. But this is an emergency. I've got a news crew in front of my house. A news crew Stacy! They are asking these questions and I don't know what to do." Gwen said without pausing once for breath.

"Hold on..." Stacy put her hand over the receiver. "It's her. Gwen I mean. There's a news crew in front of her house. They are asking questions."

"Tell her not to say anything. Absolutely nothing." Jacklyn said. "Tell her to tell them your father will have a press conference tomorrow afternoon."

Then Jacklyn scribbled a quick note and held it up for Stacy to read.

Patch it up with her. Now.

Stacy repeated Jacklyn's instructions easily enough. But now came the hard part.

"Gwen I was wondering something....do you think that maybe you and me could...you know...be like we were this morning." Stacy said. "But maybe longer term."

Hopefully the girl would understand. And please...oh please let her be willing to pretend with her. To carry on this farce for a bit longer.

"But you said you weren't interested," Gwen said. "You said you had a boyfriend."

Gwen didn't get it. It wasn't a real relationship. It was just pretend. But still Stacy had to proceed on. She'd straighten it out with her later.

"Not anymore."

"You dumped him?" Gwen asked. "For me?"

There was a long pause before Stacy replied. "Yes."

"Wow. I don't know Stacy. This is going to be really complicated. I mean with us being girls and all." Gwen said. "Besides...there's reporters Stacy. Reporters!"

"I know but..." Stacy was all out of idea. Until Jacklyn held up another note. Feeling like a ship being tossed about in stormy waters, like her dad, the way he was always looking to Jacklyn to make sure he was saying the right thing. Stacy read the note out loud.

"I - ah - I bought you something pretty."

"Really?" Gwen said. "What is it?"

Stacy kept reading as Jacklyn kept writing. "I'll give it to you later. But we are still together aren't we?"

"Yes.." Gwen said, her voice growing husky. "We are still together."

"I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Okay." Gwen said, then added. "You aren't going to be sorry about this Stacy. I'll make sure of it."

Stacy looked at Jacklyn's new note with disbelief. Shit! The woman had no idea the grief she was causing.

"I ah- I ... love you." The words didn't even sound right and Stacy regretted them the moment they left her mouth.

There was a long pause on the line, then Gwen said "Ahh..Stacy - this is a all a little sudden..."

Stacy breathed a sigh of relief. Jacklyn had pushed to far and scared the girl off. It was enough to make her blush, being turned down by this tall freak girl. But better than the alternative.

But her hopes were soon dashed.

"...but I think I could love you." Gwen said. "Once we know each other better."

Stacy didn't get much sleep that night. Her routine and perfect life was rapidly going out of control. But she was determined to set things right. It was going to be difficult, but if anyone could do it. She could.

She imagined scenarios. Ways to get everything back to normal. Getting Gwen to go along with her plan. It helped that she was rich. She had a pretty necklace in her pocket. It was probably worth several thousand dollars. It was a gift her dad had given her mom and it was still in the case. It was all they could get on such short notice. Gwen could hock it and get good money for it if she liked.

That afternoon, before cheer leading practice, Stacy pulled Gwen aside near the edge of the bleachers.

"I got this for you." Stacy said.

Gwen eyes shown as she eyed large blue sapphire. "Wow!" she said as she moved the stone to catch the light. "It looks really pretty. But it's...so expensive. Here, you should...you should have it back - I don't think I can take it."

This was working better than Stacy expected. Now to get what she wanted. To put this girl back in her place. The girl was poor, ill-dressed, and not well liked. She wasn't meant to be hanging out with the likes of Stacy.

"No-no. I insist. You deserve it," Stacy said, pushing the velvet box back to her new friend. "For all your help and for everything you've done for me. And because I have no right to ask you to do this, but..."

I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for awhile longer. But that's all it is. It's just pretend. Just like yesterday in the office.

But Stacy didn't get a chance to say that. Because there was a hungry mouth pressed up tightly against hers before the words could escape her lips.

"I wasn't sure about this. I mean with us being girls and all," Gwen said, and kissed her again and again. "But okay Stacy, maybe..maybe we can be girlfriends."

And that hungry mouth was pressed up against her lips once again, even as Stacy kept her lips pressed tightly together, while her small slim body was enveloped by this tall awkward loner's embrace. Stacy endured it, hoping the tall amazon would soon grow satisfied.

She didn't.

"Yuck." Gwen said. "What was that?"

And Stacy thought, yes, finally - finally she understands. We aren't real girlfriends, it's only pretend.

"You call that a kiss? You are like a wet fish. No wonder that ugly boy broke up with you," Gwen said. "I can see I have my work cut out for me."

"He didn't - he isn't..." Stacy stammered. Mitch wasn't ugly. He was a hunk. Besides he didn't break up with her. As far as he knew, they were still dating.

Dear God, this pushy ginormous girl, she wanted...not just a peck. But a kiss. And she had already moved in for another. Lips pressed against Stacy's.

Tongue probing. Yuck!

But poor Stacy couldn't see a way out. She had to. But it needn't be sexual. It could be like kissing a robot. A very tall robot. Nothing more.




Almost There Already



This time Stacy parted her lips. Allowed Gwen's hungry tongue to enter her sacred space. Enter where only a few select boys had been before.

And though Gwen's tongue probed Stacy's mouth as if she owned it, still the tall amazon wasn't satisfied.

"You are hopeless. More tongue," Gwen told the hapless girl. "Let me feel your lips. your teeth. I said MAYBE you can be my girlfriend. But If you want to be my girlfriend, you are going to have to learn to be a better kisser. If you are a wet fish, I'm going to have to throw you back in the water. That pretty blue trinket might buy you a boyfriend, but I don't come that cheaply."

A stab of anger dug in Stacy's stomach at Gwen's accusation. She didn't need to buy anyone's affection. She was popular.

But then she recalled that she was in this fix because of trying to steal an exam for her boyfriend.

It was a blow to her self-confidence. Still, she wasn't a wet fish. She couldn't be. It was only that - well - she didn't want to be kissing this girl. Not a girl, Stacy corrected herself.

But - she could kiss a robot.

Only kissing a robot. Stacy repeated in her mind. She stuck out a tentative tongue. It danced against Gwen's. Maybe now the girl would be happy, now that she'd kissed her as she'd kissed her very own boyfriend.

"That's better. Now, suck my tongue," Gwen told the blushing senior. She tilted her head and parted her lips. For a moment she thought she pushed the sexy little cheerleader too far. But the girl meekly stepped on her tiptoes and parted her lips, closed her eyes, and then took Gwen's slippery tongue into her mouth. With a slight tremor, she sucked on it, then kissed the girl again, a momentary shudder passed through the slender blond's body and the mechanical kiss turned into something else entirely. Something dark and sensual.

Only a robot, Stacy repeated in her mind. But God, her knees were weak and she felt breathless.

"That's it. That's my girl. You just needed a little instruction. Now, you've got it. You can be my girlfriend." Gwen praised. "I mean it. Pretty trinket or no pretty trinket, you suck face like a pro."

'Just a robot. An act. A show.' Stacy told herself over and over. But it didn't feel like a robot. Those big hands, made for palming basketballs, now held each of Stacy's pale ivory cheeks. Kneading them. Mauling them. On top of her thin practice shorts at first, but quickly moving beneath. Spreading and pulling. Pushing and bunching them. Until both her panties and shorts were bunched in between her firm tight buttocks. And even if she should could ignore that, she couldn't ignore the knee pressed against her sex. As those strong hands moved her on it. Making her ride it. 

Up and back. Up and back. And that mouth. That tongue. Searching her own. So demanding. So strong. So unlike the awkward social loner she'd always assumed the girl to be.

Robot - just a robot, Stacy repeated. But even that soon stopped.

For a time Stacy forgot she was kissing a girl. Forgot where she was. Forgot that she had a boyfriend. That this was an act. A show. Soon, there was nothing but sensation. Nothing but a kiss, a mouth, two hands, and a knee.

It took a moment for Stacy to realize the kiss had stopped. Then there was light. Then came sound.

"Woooooooo...."

Then Gwen's shadow fell away from her and Stacy saw where the sound was coming from. The girl's basketball team were all smiling and laughing. Pointing.

At her!

But there was worse, much worse.

The cheerleading squad were pointing as well. Eyes wide. Mouths open.

...aghast.

They had seen. Oh dear God they had seen. Blushing furiously, Stacy quickly turned, surreptitiously pulled her shorts out from her bottom, and moved away from Gwen, refusing to look at the girl.

As Stacy walked to the cheerleading squad, words escaped her. What could she tell these girls? After they had witnessed the sort of behavior she would have sent them home for if it had been them...or doing far less.

Luckily her friend Tracy was there.

"What are you girls gawking at?" Tracy shouted. "Get back to work."

Then she quietly took Stacy to the side.

"Look Stacy," Tracy said. "I don't know what is going on with you. But everyone has heard about you and ...her. I know she's your girlfriend and all, but I mean...I thought you were with Mitch?

God, how could you? And speaking of Mitch, what did he say when you told him about Gwen? I couldn't believe it when I first heard. I mean just look at her. If you are going to play for the other team, you could do so much better. I hear that Kathy from our English class digs girls, and she'd pretty. I wondered if you were doing it for attention. But then seeing you kiss...they way you kissed her...I knew it was true."

Talking to Tracy was like talking to a TV. It never shut up, you had to jump in when you could. Finally Stacy saw her moment when Tracy finally paused for breath.

"I haven't told Mitch...listen...I haven't told anyone this but..." Stacy told her everything. Well almost everything. She didn't tell her how her body had responded when Gwen kissed her.

"Oh you poor thing," Tracy said, as she gave her friend a hug and patted her hand. "Don't worry. It'll all turn out just fine. Don't worry about Mitch. I'll explain it to him. But what about cheer leading? You know you can't be team captain anymore. Not with all this going on. My God with the press and all. Tell you what. Just for now, I'll fill in for you....just until all this blows over. You can go tell Miss Johnson. But I can't show favoritism. Well, you know I do, but I can't let the other girls see. It'll be between you and me. And whenever you want to come back as head cheerleader, you just say the word. I mean, because you have mighty big shoes to fill, but I'll-"

"Okay," Stacy interjected. "I understand." She was relieved. Finally someone else knew. Knew everything. And she was willing to help.

Stacy went to go see Miss Johnson to fill her in. She dreaded it initially, thinking the woman would try to talk her out of her decision, but she didn't. It went surprisingly well.

"Five laps for being late to practice Stacy," Tracy shouted as Stacy returned from Miss Johnson's office. "And you'll do cleanup after practice for playing kisseeface with Gwen."

And so, there were stares. Stacy couldn't tell if they were stares of sympathy or of derision. She was thankful for the laps, she could go into her own world. But practice, having to let Tracy boss her around. Oh that was hard. So very very hard.

After it was over, Gwen came over to help her clean up.

"I thought you were captain?" Gwen asked. "Why are you doing this bullshit?"

"I just...thought it'd be best...with all that's going on..."

"So you clean up their trash and water bottles now?"

"No," Stacy said, as she looked around at the mess that was left. It looked like it was more than usual, but that could be her imagination. Besides, she'd never actually had to clean up before. "That's just for today." She didn't tell her it was just an act. That it was only temporary. That she and Tracy had a deal. Now, if only she could have a deal like that with Gwen.

"I liked watching you run today," Gwen said. "You were sexy. Especially the way you tried not to look at me. I liked the way your were dancing all sexy for your practice. And then when I caught your eye...the way you blushed."

That very same blush was rapidly blossoming on Stacy's cheeks at that very moment.

"I want you to kiss me again." Gwen said.

Again? Already? Stacy looked around. All the cheerleaders were gone. Only the poor manager for the basketball team remained and she was busy cleaning up.

Stacy turned her head to the side and leaned up for a kiss. For awhile Gwen let Stacy control the kiss. It was fairly chaste, not like before, but it was an big improvement from the first kiss. She could feel lips and a bit of tongue.

Then Gwen returned the kiss. Almost overwhelming the petite blond senior. A hungry kiss. A kiss that said I want you. I need you.

Sexually.

A kiss accompanied by the odor of hard work, salt, and perspiration. Then there were those hands. God, the way those big hands touched her. Hands that drew a response from her that even her boyfriend couldn't manage. Hands kneading, pulling, touching, squeezing. Hands that had awakened a fire in her loins.

Unwanted hands and an unwanted fire.

Hands that had worked their way up under her shorts again. She tried to shake them off, but all that seemed to do was encourage Gwen. Exposing her bottom. Maybe even exposing more than that. Hands pulling her up.

"Mmmmphh," Stacy grunted. No. She knew what the big girl had in mind again and she wanted none of it.

Hands that ignored her protest and put her back on that strong muscular thigh. Making her ride it. She resisted at first, drawing her slim thighs tightly together. She was onto the girl now. She wouldn't fall for that same trick once again.

But this time that thigh was wet and slick with sweat. And poor Stacy could find no purchase on it as it slipped so easily between her own slim thighs. Drawing her up and then back. Up and then back. Making her ride it. 

Stacy reached back to protect her modesty, but she couldn't budge those hands no matter how hard she tried.

"Please...Gwen -" Stacy begged between kisses. "Someone could see."

And Stacy discovered that there were kisses between kisses. That though Gwen couldn't reach those succulent pink lips, there were ears to nibble and a long slender neck to suck. Both of which that caused such an unwanted quivering in Stacy's loins that she was eager to finally offer up her mouth once again.

"Relax, there's no one there but Jill." Gwen said.

Stacy dared a glance over her shoulder. Sure enough the girl was staring. Working..but staring.

"Please Gwen...she's looking..."

"She can't help but look," Gwen said. "You are so damned sexy, anyone would look."

"But I don't want her looking at me. At us."

"Okay," Gwen said. "Let go and I'll stop."

Stacy let go of Gwen wrists, not like it was doing her much good anyway. But instead of pulling them from under Stacy's shorts as she promised, she pulled the shorts and panties down to the hapless senior's knees.

Stacy shrieked and attempted to bend down to reach her shorts, but by then, Gwen's thigh was back in place between her legs. And riding Gwen's thigh as she was, it was hopeless to pull her shorts back up. It wasn't quite hopeless. She wriggled. She squirmed. That bare thigh rubbing against her nether lips.

Oh God. Skin to skin. The girl had touched her pussy. It was only a thigh, but still...The mere thought made Stacy blush a bright crimson.

But finally she's wriggled out of the big girl's grasp for long enough to get a grip on her thin shorts. She pulled them up as quickly as she could. But it wasn't quick enough. Jill had seen. Had seen her bare ass. Had seen her wriggling around on Gwen's thigh like a cat in heat. 

"Dammit Gwen...I can't - I can't believe you did that!" Stacy fumed. Nearly losing her temper at Gwen's temerity.

"Stacy, you are so damned sexy I may just to do it again," Gwen replied.

"Don't even think about it!"

Gwen laughed and reached for Stacy's shorts, but the cute blond quickly danced out the girl's reach.

"Fee fi fo fum" Gwen said as she pursued the petite cheerleader. "I smell the blood of a cute cheerleader...."

"Stop it Gwen!" Stacy shouted. She wanted to be mad. By all rights she should be furious. Was within her rights to slap the big girl. She had been stripped. Had her intimates displayed to a complete stranger. But, she couldn't help but laugh at Gwen's antics. Nor could she escape the girl for long, and ended up caught in her firm grip. One hand held her sports bra and the other had hold of her thin cotton short. Only this time she was facing Jill. And this time Jill wasn't just looking out of the corner of her eye. Stacy had her undivided attention. "Please Gwen - don't...."

She wasn't being disrobed. Not entirely. But her shorts and bra were caught fast. Every move...every attempt to struggle only served to pull them tighter. Exposing the shape of small high breasts. Nubby nipples. Her mound of venus. The seam of her shorts was nestled firmly into the slit between her legs. Though she was covered, little was left to the imagination.

It took the fight right out of her. She stood blushing, immobile, and very very helpless.

"I wish you would stop..." Stacy begged.

"Tell Jill hi," Gwen whispered to Stacy.

Stacy didn't want to play this shameful and humiliating game. She wanted to resist. She wanted to resist so very very much. She was nobody's puppet. And yet...as Gwen pulled up on her shorts, causing her to stand on tiptoes. Causing her shorts and panties to travel uncomfortably into her bottom and further into her sex.

"Hi Jill," Stacy said, her voice squeaky and trembling.

"Now move your hands," Gwen whispered. "Then maybe you can ask her if I would be nice enough to let you go."

"But you could just let me go now," Stacy said. "Please...."

"I'm having fun with this game," Gwen said. "Besides, I'm a team captain. And you - you are not anymore. Now go on. Ask. Otherwise..."

Stacy felt her shorts being pulled down instead of up. Already exposing her lower abdomen. A puppet. God, she felt as if she was this girl's puppet. How had this happened to her?

"Jill...ahh...could you please ask Gwen to stop embarrassing me."

Jill laughed and seemed to think twice. Stacy's shorts went down further. So very slowly.

Abdomen.

Hips.

That sexy round of stomach.

The poor cheer leader tried to go down with her shorts, but found that when she did, that Gwen still held her sports bra up where it was. When she bent down, she was basically stripping herself.

The underswell of breasts.

The hint of a nipple.

Pink goosebumps on an perfectly pink aureole. 

"Please...." Stacy panicked, daring to look down. Her sex wasn't visible yet, but it was so close she could see just a hint of her curly blond hair peeking out from beneath her panties. Her hand darted down to preserve her modesty.

"Ah-ah-ah..." Gwen whispered. "Move that hand unless you want me to pull them all the way down. I'll make you run laps again. But this time I'll make you run them naked."

"You wouldn't," Stacy retorted. Stacy couldn't help but imagine running laps around the gym. Sweat glistening. Breasts bouncing. Embarrassed. Hot..

Gwen wouldn't. She couldn't. But Stacy didn't know that for sure. She couldn't take the chance.

It was a struggle to comply. It was as if she were taking part in her own stripping. Truly it was her only way to keep from being stripped entirely, however, Jill couldn't hear what Gwen was whispering in her ear. Jill would assume Stacy was in on this humiliating game of show and tell.

"Please Jill," Stacy begged, her cheeks burning a bright red, and her heart hammering in her chest. 

"Come on Gwen," Jill said. "You are embarrassing the poor girl."

"Okay Jill, for you I'll do it. But tell her to kiss me one more time, and to keep those hands right where they are." Gwen said, easing her grip on Stacy's clothing. "Tell her to give me another kiss, a good kiss, and I'll stop."

"Give her another kiss," Jill said. Her nostrils flaring. Her eyes hungry and more than a little jealous.

As she turned around, Stacy tried to tell herself that this was a just a girl. That this wasn't her boyfriend - the person she loved.

But the boy she loved would have let her pull her shorts up her slim hips. Wouldn't have made her humiliate herself by showing her bottom to a complete stranger. Thank goodness it wasn't her whole bottom, but she had no way of knowing how far her shorts had been pulled down. And she was certain Jill was watching. Watching with those dark hungry eyes.

Stacy tried to tell herself that the kiss didn't mean anything. That she didn't feel anything. But soon she was kissing again. Really kissing. Kisses unlike she had ever kissed before. And it was becoming increasingly harder to stop.

And this girl. This girl that she'd so many girls pick on behind her back. That she had picked on, but never to the girl's face. 

This tall lanky loner. A girl who'd seemed so quiet. Now she'd seen a different side of this girl. This girl was a team captain. This girl was a good kisser. This girl was bossy. This girl was a little bit kinky. This girl was used to getting her way.

Stacy felt a muscular thigh edge between her own once again. The thigh was still damp with sweat, but this time, Stacy was glad because she was wet too. Knowing well how futile resistance would prove, she parted her own and allowed it to slip home. And those hands set her to rocking again.

Oh God. Would this horrible day ever end.

Stacy's hopes of extracting herself from her current mess had grown more difficult by an order of magnitude.

***************************** 

Friday night, Stacy walked hand and hand with Gwen to Tracy's house. Why did she let herself get talked into this? It was Tracy's fault. The girl had asked if the she and Gwen wanted to come over to her house for a small party on Friday night.

Stacy wanted to punch the girl. Tracy was supposed to be her best friend. Tracy was the only person who knew the truth about Stacy's predicament. That this was just an act. That it was only temporary. The girl should know better. A double date would have been much better.

A party? A party was a bad idea.

But Gwen said sure! We'd love to.

"I think I already have plans with my family," Stacy said, trying to weasel her way out of being seen in public with her pretend girlfriend.

"I talked to Jacklyn," Gwen said. "She already said you were free on Friday night. She even suggested a few places where we can avoid the press. And a party with kids...that would be terrific."

"But...." Stacy had run out of excuses. Worse, it seemed like everyone was working against her. Sticking her with this girl. This weirdo girl. Jesus, having to pretend to be her girlfriend. At least until their pretend relationship wasn't a lurid topic on the political blogs or until the primary was over...whichever came first.

Pretending at a party full of her closest friends. made Stacy's knees shake. It was awful. And things only got worse. Tracy didn't mention her parents were out of town. This wasn't just a get together...it was a full on unsupervised PARTY.

They walked around to find Tracy. If only to find someone to talk to. If only to get away from the constant questions. And these weren't just curious questions. They weren't just picking on Gwen now, they were picking on Stacy.

"How long have you two been together? Who's the girl and who's the boy." Stupid shit.

And things only grew worse. She found Tracy alright. On a chair, straddling Mitch. Making out with him. Stacy felt her face grow hot. She felt the dagger turn in her back.

The bitch! Instead of helping her with her situation, she'd turned it to her advantage. She'd moved in on Stacy's boyfriend.

"What are you looking at?" Gwen asked. "Do you want to break up with me? Is that it?"

"What?" Stacy was pulled out of her despair for a moment.

"You acted like you didn't want to go out with me when Tracy invited us to the party. Now you seem like you want to trade places with her...there making out with her boyfriend.

"Hey, isn't that the dumb boy you used to date?" Gwen said. 

"It's just..." Tears welled in Stacy's eyes. No one knew what she was going through right now. Everything was on her shoulders. Her father's campaign. Gwen's obvious feelings. Mitch's stolen exam. Tracy's betrayal. The news media constantly trying to shove their cameras in her window when she was at home. "I'm sorry. I don't want to ...break up... but.."




Almost There Already



"Come here," Gwen said. "You aren't sad because of me, are you? I didn't mean what I said about breaking up. Here let's sit down. Just stop looking over there. Look at me. Here, you can sit in my lap. You want to kiss?"

There with Gwen's arms around her. There with the world against her...she nodded sullenly...yes..yes she did want a kiss. And it was true. For just this once, she needed a kiss, even if it was from another girl.

And what a kiss it was. Say what they wanted. That big lanky girl could kiss. Tender eager searching kisses.

Passionate kisses.

But then just as Stacy was beginning to relax. To feel like things might not be so bad. That having a girlfriend, even a pretend one was good for something other than making a wreck of her life.

She felt something .... something dangerous and very unwanted.

"What are you doing?" Stacy whispered. Moving closer lest someone discover that Gwen's hand had found its way beneath Stacy's short skirt....Oh God, her fingers worming their way beneath her panties.

"Cheering up my girlfriend," Gwen whispered wickedly. "You are still my girlfriend aren't you? I distinctly remember you saying that you didn't want to break up. Have you changed your mind already?"

"I ahh...uhhh...haven't changed my ahhhh...mind. I don't want to ahhh...breakup. But, I don't need to be cheered up." Stacy whispered urgently. "Especially not like ...mmm...this."

But Gwen didn't stop. Her fingers grew ever more insistent.

"Seriously Gwen. I'm not sad anymore. I'm happy. I mean it. Please..."

"See, it's working already," Gwen purred. And her strong long fingers were persistent. Teasing Stacy's lips. Her clit. Making her wet. Making her loins melt like butter.

"You can't...Not here. Not like this..." Stacy whispered, voice trembling, and cheeks blushing. "Someone could see." Someone would surely see. They were practically surrounded.

"Just stay close." Gwen said. "Make sure your skirt covers me."

Stacy adjusted her skirt as ordered. Gwen obviously had no intention of stopping, so she did what she could to protect her modesty. To keep herself from being embarrassed further. So great was her need to escape the shame and humiliation, that she forgot the fact that on this....this first date with Gwen...that the girl had already made it to second base. 

Then...then the finger was in her. Inside her body. In and out. In and out. She'd never let Mitch do this to her. The most they had done was grinding against each other till he found release. The only fingers she'd felt like this had been her own, but her own felt nothing like this.

"Gwen, you can't do this." Stacy said, her hips beginning to move on their own accord. "...please...Gwen..."

"Please stop or please continue," Gwen said. "...I can't tell what you want."

"I can't do this Gwen...I have to be perfect..my father...I can't....I'm not like other girls...please Gwen....oh...oh..."

"Shhhh.....little peach..." Gwen said. "Kiss me before you give yourself away."

Stacy managed to plant her mouth on Gwen's before the dam in her body broke and pleasure overtook her like a hurricane. A feeling of heat passed from her womb enveloped her body. A feeling no one had ever made her feel before. A feeling so much greater than when she achieved it on her own.

"Ummmm...ummm...." she moaned into Gwen's mouth and held the girl as tight as possible while her body shook.

Gwen inhaled the girl's orgasm, feeling Stacy's internal muscles twitch and churn against her long fingers.

Stacy remained just like that, straddling Gwen; finding that she was the same height as the taller girl for just this once, kissing her, forgetting everything for one delicious moment.

A panicked moment later, she looked around guiltily. Whew, no one had noticed. She felt a few stares, and a few girls had turned up their noses in disgust. But it seemed no one suspected what had actually happened under their very noses.

"Now it's my turn," Gwen said, as she licked her fingers, and led the petite blond upstairs and locked the door behind them.

"I don't know about this," Stacy said as she reached up to tuck her blond bangs back behind her ear. She was terrified and unsure. She was also sated and spent, which made her more compliant than usual.

"You had your turn," Gwen said. "You're not a user are you?"

Stacy shook her head. She wasn't a user. But she hadn't really wanted a turn. Especially not like that...not out in the open and on display in front of everyone. Sure, she'd enjoyed it, but she hadn't wanted it. 

"I'm not a user...but...oh Gwen what are you doing?" Stacy asked.

But it was quite evident what the girl was doing. She was behind Stacy. Her large hands roaming the girl's lean body. Touching her. Coaxing her.

Stripping her. 

Things were going so fast. Too fast. Stacy's mother had trained her for situations like this.

"One day a boy will want you to do things that you aren't ready to do. But you may feel obligated," her mother had told her years ago. And her mother's advice about handjobs and grinding against one another had come in handy...with boys. With Mitch.

However, her mother had provided no instruction manual for a girl. She was totally in the dark. Besides boys were easier. Mitch had fumbled with her bra strap failing to figure out the exact combination for getting it open.

But Gwen had it open in less than a second. In less than five, had stripped Stacy bare and was fingering her pussy again.

Stacy's mind was a jumble. Without her clothes, grinding was out of the question. That only left using her hands...but how to do that on a girl? Well...she could start by doing what Gwen was doing. She was nervous. It felt like there were a thousand butterflies in her stomach. Could she really do this?

"Check the door," Stacy said, her voice shaking.

"It's locked," Gwen said. "But you're right, I'll unlock it. The risk will make the sex all the hotter."

Gwen turned the lock and Stacy's heart began to pound.

"Please..." Stacy begged. She was naked and in a house full of her classmates. Naked and alone with this kinky girl whom she was pretending to be the girlfriend of. "Just make sure it's locked...then we can..then we can talk."

"But I don't want to talk," Gwen said teasingly. "I want to cum. I want my turn."

"Come on Gwen, stop playing. You've got my clothes. Besides...we won't just talk." Stacy fumed, embarrassed, helpless, and very very turned on by her predicament. Being naked and in the presence of this tall clothed giant, had made her loins hot.

However, she didn't want them to be hot. Not like this. And especially not now.

So, Stacy tried to get her clothes, but Gwen held them out of her reach. The girl was far too tall, and Stacy was determined not to put on a show by jumping for them. She tried for the lock, only to have Gwen hold her at arms length from the door.

"I know, let's play another game," Gwen said. "The way you play is you stop trying to get your clothes or lock the door. Now move your hands way from your body, or I'll open the door."

"Be serious Gwen...." Stacy plead. "If only one moment."

"I am serious," Gwen said as she turned the doorknob, her dark eyes gleaming. "One...two...who knows who could be out there?"

"Okay," Stacy said, conceding immediately, putting her hands to her sides. "You win again. Are you happy?"

"Not yet," Gwen said. "But I'm getting there. Do you know that move you cheerleaders do, you know to the one you were practicing and then you looked over to see if I was looking."

Stacy knew it. The blush on her cheeks knew it too.

"I want you to do it for me." Gwen said.

"Now?" Stacy whispered, her voice trembling and nervous pulling her bangs behind her ear.

"Now." Gwen said.

"Okay. But will you at least lock the door? Please." Stacy said. "And..and make sure the blinds are closed too."

"You'll do a good job?" Gwen asked.

Stacy nodded meekly. What choice did she have.

Gwen smiled after winning the brief contest of wills. She locked the door, then checked the blinds before settling back into a chair.

"And that'll be all?" Stacy said. "I can't...I can't be seen like this Gwen. I'm dead serious. My father would die. His career would be ruined."

"Then you better hurry." Gwen put her hand down her pants and began to rub herself in anticipation.

The music coming up from the floor made it easier. The fact that Gwen was also partially undressed helped as well.

Facing Gwen, Stacy spread her feet, then she began to lower herself, shaking her hips in time to the music as she did so, then the finally, she came up quickly, then dropped back down again, arching her back, pumping her butt up and down. It was a hip hop move. It was also a move suitable for a stripper. A move they always had to fight for with a concerned principal who thought it was too provocative. A risque move, but downright lurid now that she was doing it naked.

"Come closer," Gwen said. "And do it again. But turn around the other way."

Stacy blushed furiously as she moved closer. Facing the opposite direction made things easier. Less shameful, even though she knew Gwen was devouring her with her eyes. As she did it once again. Everything was exposed. Her wetness. Her sex. Her ass. Everything.

"Lower..." Gwen said, her voice low and husky. "Now work that ass. Oh fuck. Shake those skinny hips."

Stacy blushed as she obeyed. It wasn't fair. But life wasn't fair. Else, Stacy wouldn't be blushing as she shook her body like some stripper. She swallowed hard as she imagined what Gwen was seeing right now. what Mitch had never come close to seeing. 

She'd blush even more if she knew. Because Gwen was fixated on her round little rump. She'd always had a thing for asses. And usually she preferred them a little chunkier. But seeing it bare and naked. So cute. So perky And so god damned tight. This one, this one was damned near perfect.

Gwen couldn't help but shiver when Stacy moved just so. She could see the girl's little asshole. It made her sex drip with need. It made her so fucking horny. 

"When you dance like that , you look like a little slut, a little stripper slut," Gwen purred. "How can you girls do that in front of an audience? What sort of girls get off on teasing an audience of perverts? Come closer. Do it again."

Stacy didn't have an answer. Cheerleading was like that. What was the point in the splits and all? There was none. It was sexy. It was cool. It made people cheer. It was just a game, and all in good fun.

"Again," Gwen said. "This time less side to side, arch your back more, and move that sexy ass up and down. No not quite. Spread your thighs more. Ahhh...perfect."

Stacy heard the chair creek as Gwen stood. She thought nothing of it, as she lowered her torso, and bent down. But this time, when she did it, she gave a most unladylike grunt. Then a gasp.

Oh God. Surely not. But there was no denying it. No denying the finger in her ass. Invading her. No one had even tried to touch her there, much less succeed. Not even Mitch and she considered him handsy.

Gwen eyes were hungry with desire. Her finger was now embedded in that cute little hole. At first she felt scared. Perhaps she'd pushed Stacy too far - too fast. It hadn't been a conscious decision. That hole. That cute little hole had been begging for it... and Gwen couldn't help herself.

She waited for a moment. Expecting the cheerleader to jump and run. But the girl just sat there. And after a few seconds Gwen knew the girl wasn't going anywhere. She grew more brash.

"Again," Gwen purred. "Keep going...work it..."

"Ugh..." Stacy grunted. It was perverse, this finger up her bottom. Good girls didn't allow such things. No they most certainly didn't. Much less a senator's daughter. But it was already there.

What could she do? Run from the room?

Naked as she was, where would she go?

Demand that Gwen remove her finger?

Doing so would be an admission of the fact that it was there in the first place. Far better to pretend not to notice.

"I said keep going," Gwen said, her voice husky with desire. "Move that ass before I spank it."

Spank it? The girl couldn't be serious. But, Stacy didn't doubt the girl. No, not for a moment. Dear Lord, what if someone heard? What if someone came to investigate, to discover here there, in this horribly embarrassing situation. That couldn't be allowed to happen, so Stacy moved it, and quickly. Despite the discomfort and her reservations about the matter. 

And each pump of her hips wedged that digit ever further up her tight virgin hole. Worse, she was doing the deed herself. Her brain was on overload due to the conflicting signals being sent. There was pleasure. Discomfort. And the taboo nature of the act itself. 

"You are my little slut, aren't you," Gwen said. "You like it up the butt; I can tell. I bet your boyfriend played with this tight little ass all the time didn't he?"

"Ugh..No...ugh...never..." Stacy grunted, rocking back and forth on the forbidden finger, even as a thumb was thrust into her wet and juicy sex.

"You ready to lick me now Stacy? You ready to lick my pussy baby?" Gwen asked. "Huh, are you?"

There was a long pause. I few moments ago, the answer would have been no. Most definitely not. A handjob at the most. Only her fingers that was the limit.

My God, this was her first date with Gwen. A fake date at that. Now the girl wanted to go to third base. Or was it home. Stacy couldn't tell anymore. The rule book she was used to playing with when dating boys had been thrown out the window.

Yes, earlier tonight the answer would be no, not even a handjob. Not even a grinding together with their clothes on. 

But now? Now she'd had an orgasm. Now she was naked. Now a finger was in her bottom, moving in and out. Now it was so very very hard to think. 

......So very hard to say no.

"I...guess..." Stacy breathed.

A deep moan was drawn from Stacy's lungs, even as the invading finger was removed from her tender ass. She burned a bit back there, but she also felt empty...as if she wanted to be impaled once again.

There was a rustle of polyester as Gwen stripped off her pants and panties in one easy motion. Gwen said back down in the chair, and spread her big muscular thighs.

"Then come and get it." Gwen said, as she guided Stacy down between her outstretched legs.

Stacy was unsure what to do. This was a girl. Oh God. A girl. A naked girl. And this was sex...homosexual sex. The enormity of it made Stacy's heart hammer in her chest. Her bosom rising and falling with the quickness of her breath. 

She could smell the musk of Gwen's sex. The girl had a dark hairy bush and thick thighs. Her sex was slick with her lust. With blue eyes darting like a rabbit, Stacy tucked her bangs behind her ear and licked her lips before she tentatively touched it with her fingers. She could feel its wetness. She could feel its heat. She was touching another girl for the very first time.

Perhaps she could do it, just like she did herself? 

But Gwen quickly disavowed Stacy of any illusions she may have had as those pretty manicured fingers were pushed to the side.

"Use your lips on me. Open me up like a flower. Ahhh- fuck. See how wet you've made me? Playing with you has made me cream my panties.

Now blow on my pussy. Oh that feels good. Come closer. Closer.

Taste me."

Taste me. This was what homosexual girls did for one another. But Stacy wasn't a homosexual. She liked boys. One in particular. But he was downstairs with Tracy grinding on his lap. Sucking face. The bastard!

She felt so hopeless. So lost. And this girl. This big girl that she was pretending to be a girlfriend to. She was so presumptuous. So confident. Laying back in the chair. Legs spread wide. Pink lips glistening. She expected...

God what she expected. Stacy swallowed hard. She stuck out a tentative tongue. She touched it to those hungry lips. It wasn't as bad as she thought. Nothing assaulted her taste buds. Nothing made her gag. There was an odor. A hot musky odor of sex. An odor that was so very different from Mitch.

Lick," Gwen said. "Oh lick me you sweet bitch."

Stacy meekly obeyed. It was her turn to pleasure Gwen. She wasn't a user. And it wasn't as bad as she had feared. At first she thought it had no flavor. But now she realized she was wrong. It was...a little tangy - a little salty. It was tolerable. Besides, it would only be this once. Then..then things would go back the way there were before. It would remain their secret.

A secret shared between friends thrust together from fate. A secret shared with this odd girl. This loner girl. This big girl that was not well liked and usually kept quiet.

But she wasn't quiet now. She was anything but.

"Lick it bitch," Gwen moaned. "From the bottom to the top. No baby, that's not the bottom. Lower. Lower."

Stacy shivered when she realized what the girl expected. This wasn't part of the deal. But, God, she was being so loud. Someone might hear. And if they did, it would mean embarrassment not only for her, but her whole family. What if word got out? What would that mean for her dad's campaign? To Gwen it'd be no difference. People would still talk about her behind her back.

But for Stacy, it'd be all the difference in the world.

Glom. "Shhh...Gwen...glom...not so loud..." Stacy urged and licked lower, just grazed her tongue there for a moment.

"Mmmm..." Gwen moaned. "There that's a girl. Now up again. All the way to my clit. Give yourself a rub too. Just like that...perfect...that's a good girl. Now back down to the bottom."

Gwen was being more quiet, so Stacy became more compliant. Overcoming her initial reticence.

"Let me feel that tongue my peach. Lower ...lower....that's it. .ahhh..." Gwen said. "More..more...oh fuck..I can feel it now....ahhh- now put your nose in my pussy. Wiggle it around in there."

"shhh..." Stacy urged, her face burning a bright pink.

This wasn't the sort of sex that Stacy had ever imagined herself having. Naked, on her knees, with her nose plunged into a big hairy snatch. Her face a wet soggy mess. Her tongue?

Dear Lord, she did not even want to think about where her tongue was and what it was doing right now. But it wouldn't be long and then she'd never have do this again. This would be a lesson for her. A good lesson on what can happen when she wasn't a good girl.

"Oh you preppy little daddy's girl," Gwen said. "I'm gonna come on your pretty little face. Oh I'm gonna soak that cute little.... Oh fuck..fuck...here it comes..."

And she did, she gushed on Stacy's pretty face. So much so that Stacy was glad for once that she was naked. 

Afterwards, the two girls quickly dressed. With one exception. Just as Stacy reached for her panties, Gwen caught them up.

"I'm keeping them," Gwen said in a matter of fact tone.

"But - but," Stacy stammered. In the end, she obediently slipped her short skirt back on. The two left the party and Stacy was glad of it. She could smell the scent of sex every time she inhaled and was sure anyone coming near them could smell it too. Worse, she was naked beneath her short skirt and was horrified about someone discovering her compromised state and her own musky odor of sex.

"I had a boyfriend once," Gwen volunteered to break the silence, on the quiet drive home.

"You did?" Stacy asked. She never imagined that Gwen having boyfriend or even a girlfriend.

"It was during basketball camp this year," Gwen said, her hand moving to Stacy's leg, sliding up her thigh. "I was able to get him naked - I even spanked him a little. But he wouldn't let me take pictures. And ...he would never lick me."

By then Gwen's hand had traveled between Stacy's smooth thighs, and began to finger her still damp sex.

"Well, he did once...I climbed on top of him." Gwen continued. "But he never licked me like you licked me. It was more like I was grinding on his face. It was okay. But it wasn't the same.




Almost There Already



And he didn't like it when I talked dirty. He- he never went out with me again after..."

Stacy could see why Gwen's boyfriend wouldn't want to do any of those things. Hell, she regretted doing most everything that had happened tonight. She felt guilty. She felt dirty.

What's more, she didn't want to talk about it. 

"I like you a lot Stacy," Gwen said. "I mean a whole lot. I mean - like I love you Stacy. No one has ever done anything like you did. No one has even bought me anything pretty either.

"I-I love you too Gwen," Stacy said, unable to think of anything else to say the finger teasing her sex made thinking impossible. If she agreed quickly, perhaps Gwen would concentrate on driving.

"I want you to call me tonight when you go to bed," Gwen said.

"Okay," Stacy said, wondering what was going through the girl's brain. She was incredibly embarrassed. What if someone looked in the car window. Worse, they were getting close to her house. What if the press was still there? What if it was captured on film? Senator's daughter, naked beneath her skirt, fingerfucked in a car, film at eleven.

Thinking of it made her quiver. Made her slim hips pump of their own volition.

"Not before you go to bed," Gwen urged. "But when. When the lights are off and you are in bed, I want you to call me. Okay."

"Okay," Stacy gasped. She didn't want to think about it, but her body had betrayed her. Her slim thighs had spread, as Gwen fingered her openly. The wet sucking sound were a testament to her desire. She didn't believe such a thing was possible, but she was in danger of coming again.

"Now tell me," Gwen said. "When are you going to call me?"

"Tonight," Stacy gasped. "From bed."

"That's my good girl." 

Gwen removed her hand before they arrived at Stacy's house and wiped the excess moisture on Stacy's short skirt. Then Gwen walked Stacy to the door and kissed her, but she didn't say anything more. And that night though Stacy looked at her cell phone, and though remembered Gwen's instructions.

She wanted to be a good girl. But Gwen's idea of a good girl was so very different than that from her father. She didn't want to disappoint him. More importantly, she was terrified of the things that Gwen had in mind, so she didn't make the call.

She was afraid. Afraid of what she had done that night. Of what she might yet do. It was a long night. But finally it was over. Finally she could go to bed. 

********************

Later that week, at Gwen's house, Stacy had forgotten all about Gwen's instructions. But Gwen hadn't.

"You broke your promise to me Friday night," Gwen said.

"What promise?" Stacy asked. At the moment, she thought it poor timing to be talking of broken promises, when just moments ago, Gwen was whispering sweet nothings in her ear, slowly but surely stripping the reluctant senior that sat on her lap of all her vestments.

"You tell me," Gwen said as she easily turned the petite blond around and locked a thick thigh over her back and another between the girl's lean legs. Then her large hand came down on delicate buttocks with a resounding thwack, leaving a red imprint in its wake.

"Ouch!" Stacy cried. She tried to struggle free, but she was held helpless by those big powerful thighs. One at her back held her fast, while the one between her legs kept her struggles to a minimum.

"Stop it," Stacy ordered. "I mean it. Why are you doing this? What promise?"

Oh the indignity of it. Of being spanked like some errant brat. Treated like a child instead of an eighteen year old adult young woman. And the worst? The worst was that it was so damned effective. So relentless in transforming her back into a helpless girl.

"I'm sorry...alright I'm sorry," Stacy begged. "I should have called. I should have called."

"That's right," Gwen said. "You should have called. Now instead of the nice date I had planned for tonight, we are going to have to put things right. Up you go, now..sit just like that. And take your medicine."

The licks were not as hard as before. But they stung nonetheless. Each blow elicited a small grunt from the hapless blond. This was like no spanking she'd ever heard of. She was straddling Gwen's thigh, practically laying all her weight on it. Her upper body she held with her hands on the carpeted floor. The blows were coming one at a time. One for each cheek. Alternating. Each blow moving her on that thigh. Forcing her to rub he naked sex on it.

And how the blows stung. Not just her pride, but they really began to sting. Worse and worse. The sensation building. And a worse blow to her pride, it wasn't only her bottom that was afire, but her loins as well. She was growing hotter and hotter. And more and more wet by the moment.

And at some point, she wasn't sure when, Stacy wasn't just moving her pelvis due to the blows to her bottom. She was moving it on her own. Willingly. Her grunts became moans. And how she hated herself. She didn't want this. She wanted Mitch back. She wanted to be head cheerleader again. She wished she'd never met this horrid girl. She wished her loins weren't so hot and needful. She wished... Ugh. ... Oh God...

"Stop that," Gwen admonished. "This isn't for your enjoyment. I'm really pissed at you. Besides, your muff is rubbing me raw..."

"I'm...sorry.." Stacy breathed.

"Here, let's fix that." 

"What do you mean?" Stacy asked. However, instead of an answer, she found herself on Gwen's desk, naked, legs outstretched wide. Then finally her wrists were secured behind her back with a pair of nylon hose. They had some give, so it didn't even feel as if she were tied.

"Have you ever been so turned on. I mean so horny you don't know one end from the other?" Gwen asked.

"Yes..." Stacy said quietly. Yes she had. There in the car with Mitch, making out. Rubbing against him, her hand down his pants. While he climaxed, Stacy went home hot. Hot and stewing in her own juices.

"Have you really?" Gwen said, as she sat down in front of her naked girlfriend and spread the girl's moist pink lips. In her other hand she held a simple object. Simple but quite effective.

"Mmmmmm....." Stacy moaned as Gwen stroked the soft bristles of the small paintbrush along her lips. The moan grew in intensity as the brush dallied along her clit. A little here. A little there. Not so much a taste of pleasure, but a glimpse of it.

"Has anyone ever played with you like this?" Gwen asked.

"With a paint brush?" Stacy asked. "No."

"No, not with a brush dummy," Gwen said, putting down the brush and picking up a rubber band and giving Stacy a sting with it. Causing the helpless girl's legs to jump and spasm. Then picking up a tack and poking the tip here and there. Not painful, but not comfortable either, the pricking making Stacy jump and wriggle backwards out of the girl's reach.

"Like a toy. Like a fun, sexy, hot, yummy... little toy. Like a little toy doll that can be played with." Gwen put the tack down and picked the brush back up. She guided Stacy's legs even wider than they had been before.

"A toy that can be dressed...or posed...that can be done things to."

"No..no has ever...." Stacy breathed.

"Have you ever made a porno?" Gwen asked.

"God no!" Stacy said loudly and almost coming off the desk due to her nervousness. She pulled at the nylons binding her wrists and discovered that while they had plenty of give, they held her securely. She grew concerned at her helpless situation.

"Shhhh...have you ever shaved your pussy?" Gwen asked.

Stacy's cheeks grew rosy. "No." This time she whispered.

"I want to shave your pussy," Gwen said.

"What?" Stacy asked.

"Just stay there," Gwen said. "I'll be right back."'

By the time Gwen returned, Stacy's desire had begun to cool. And with her cooling desires, so too returned her doubts.

"I don't - I don't want to be shaved," Stacy said.

"Okay," Gwen said. "Just relax. We won't do anything you don't want to do. I mean, because I could do practically anything to you. After all, you are tied up and helpless. I could do anything. I could tickle you."

And with that Gwen tickled the slender blond. Made the helpless girl giggle and dance. Made her buck and gasp. Until she could barely breathe.

"Tell me you are helpless," Gwen said.

"I'm..ha-ha...helpless," Stacy gasped.

"That's right," Gwen said, picking up the brush. It tickled at first, but soon Stacy warmed to it again. Her loins growing hot and wet. Her desires beginning to rage.

This time Gwen gave her more than a taste of pleasure. She gave her whole bites. She stroked Stacy's moist lips. She twirled it over her clit. She let the pleasure build over and over again. Until Stacy's sex began to twitch and squeeze. Oh fuck she was so closet . So close, yet so far away.

Had she had use of her hands, she would have brought herself off. She thought she'd been horny before when she made out with Mitch in the car. Those had been mere fumblings. Nothing like being taken to the brink over and over again, and then being allowed to cool back down.

"Please," Gwen asked. "Let me film you."

That was the worst. Had it not been for Gwen's question. Gwen's out of the question question, it would have been Stacy that was begging. Now she wasn't even allowed to beg. Now she was forced to say: "No-no-no. Oh I can't. You know I can't. Even if I wanted, I couldn't. My dad. If it ever got out."

"If you loved me, you would." Gwen repeated. "I wouldn't even show your face. It would be anonymous. Please."

Seven times of being teased to the brink of orgasm. Seven times her fires of desire had been stoked to a burning rage before being cooled once again. Seven times of need and near ecstasy before Stacy relented.

"You would promise not to...ah..not to show my face." Stacy asked after being repeatedly teased.

And with that Gwen knew she'd won.

"Not at all."

"Okay...but no one can ever see it," Stacy said. "Even as Stacy was saying the words, she knew she shouldn't be agreeing to this. A porno. That's what this was. She knew better. And yet, she was so hot. So fucking horny. Being in such a state weakened the will; made her willing to do just about anything.

Gwen didn't answer, instead she hurried to take out the camcorder. She zoomed in on Stacy's well lubricated sex.

Stacy felt her cheeks warm the moment the camera was centered on her. Dear God, why had she agreed to this? Her knees curled in, and her hands moved protectively over her sex as she was overtaken by her shyness.

"This is Gwen Stapleton and I'm here in the outback," Gwen said in a fake Australian accent. "And I've come upon the rare pink monkey."

"Stop that," Stacy said, but she couldn't help but laugh at the tall girl's antics.

"The pink monkey is usually quite docile," Gwen continued. "But it can become quite ferocious if teased. Aye, let's fuck with it a bit and see what happens."

This time Gwen didn't use the paintbrush but her own fingers. Burrowing two of them in the girl's tight pussy. Taking her to the brink of orgasm in moments.

Stacy's camera shyness was now a distant memory. She spread her lean thighs wide to provide Gwen with more access. She pumped her slim hips in hopes of reaching orgasm. However, before she could reach climax, Gwen quickly removed her two fingers, leaving the hapless blond gasping for breath.

Gwen began again, this time with the paintbrush. Only now, once Gwen took Stacy to the brink of orgasm, she picked up her scissors and snipped off some of her short blond curls.

Stacy knew where this was going. Oh God, it was bad enough that she had allowed Gwen to bring out that damned camcorder. To allow herself to be filmed while engaging in a sexual tryst.

But, this? To allow herself to be denuded. God, shaved smooth and bare. To be made smooth and bare; and immortalized?

She shivered as she imagined the other cheerleaders noticing her bare state in the shower. Now that Tracy was the head cheerleader, she found herself more and more not the top girl...but the bottom girl. Running laps. A victim of catty humor.

Oh God, she wanted desperately to prevent being a victim of more of those snide comments or worse, the time the girls would be laughing when she showed up in the locker room only to fall silent when she approached.

Stacy slammed her lean thighs together as the consequences slammed home.

"Aye, the monkey is a shy animal, but you can sometimes coax them out of hiding with one of these," Gwen put down the scissors and commenced running the paintbrush along Stacy's hungry sex, teasing her sensitive clit.

It felt too good to keep them closed for long. But the moment she spread them

Gwen quickly picked up the scissors once again and snipped off another swath of curly hair.

"Stop that!" Stacy said unconvincingly.

"The monkey becomes angry when it's natural habitat is destroyed."

"God Gwen," Stacy moaned, but didn't close her thighs, even as Gwen snipped her curly down over and over again. "Fuck..."

"It becomes agitated."

"Please Gwen," Stacy begged. "We shower at away games...I would be the only...no one is shaved....no one....they whisper .... they talk about me ... us ..as it is...oh God...Gwen..."

But Gwen snipped and snipped. Then she began to lather Stacy's plump and blossoming sex with shaving cream. She pointed the camera at Stacy's cute little pussy and continued filming.

"But if you stroke the monkey and calm it," Gwen continued as she picked up the disposable razor. "And don't show any fear, it will let you befriend it."

Gwen ran the razor down Stacy's mons and as the white cream was stripped away, there was nothing underneath but smooth bare skin.

"Outside of its natural environment," Gwen said as she kept the razor removing more and more of Stacy's downy curls. "It may even become domesticated."

"Damn it Gwen. You are determined to do it aren't you?" Stacy breathed. Domesticated. The word struck home. Like a pet. The word made her wet. Made her so fucking hot. "What am I going to do? How can I hide this? Oh God, I'm so close. Please Gwen...please...touch me...finish me..."

"Patience little monkey," Gwen said. "We are almost done."

Next Gwen applied a bit of shaving cream to the last few hairs, these in the crevice of Stacy's bottom. Then removed these as well. 

"Are you domesticated yet little monkey?" Gwen asked as she picked up the paintbrush and began stroking Stacy once more.

"....no..." Stacy moaned.

"Tell the truth," Gwen said. "You are, aren't you? Are you domesticated little monkey? My horny little monkey."

"Oh God yes...."

Gwen panned the camera from Stacy's hungry sex up to capture the obvious need in her hungry blue eyes. And the obvious submission.

"You promised," Stacy panted as she turned her face to the side. 

"Show me your face," Gwen purred. "Come on..."

"....no..."

"Please..."

I wasn't the please. It was the brush. Oh God the brush. It could not be denied.

Stacy turned to the camera.

"Tell me what you want," Gwen said.

"I want..I want to come."

"You see why I like you nice and smooth?" Gwen asked. "It's more sensitive isn't it?"

"..mmmmmmm....yes..."

"You know," Gwen said. "For such a tiny little girl, you have a plump little cunt."

Stacy dared to look down. She'd never seen herself like that...so smooth and bare...so 'out there'. Sure, when she was a girl, she didn't have her curly blond down, but was long before she had begun to develop. Besides it was so long ago that she could barely remember it. Now without her curly protection, she could see that yes...she was plump 'there'. 

It made her shiver to think of showering after the game...and other girls seeing her. God, of the camera Gwen was focusing on her privates!

"And just look at that fat little clit," Gwen said. "It's like a little cock sticking out there. Come on out little monkey, come out where we can see you."

Gwen peeled Stacy's lips apart and gave a few light wet slaps to the mouth of the girl's hungry sex.

"Oh God," Stacy moaned as the sensation echoed deep within her loins.

With a perverse sense of dread, Stacy glanced down again. Her mons were swollen and pink. Her nether lips open and waiting. It was covered in a thin sheen of honey. Her clit, though she felt nothing but shame and embarrassment, her clit stood proudly, a small pink slightly purple bulb distending from its hood.

Gwen put the brush down for a moment, and caught the little nubbin between her fingers.

"Look little monkey," Gwen giggled. "I can jack you off like a boy. Do you like that monkey? Do you like being jacked off? My little boy monkey."

Stacy had never felt such a sensation as have her clit tugged and pulled. She almost came on the spot. But then it was released and the brush was back in Gwen's wet fingers.

"There we are," Gwen said, as she stroked the small appendage with the delicate bristles of her paintbrush - taking the poor girl to the brink of orgasm yet again. However, this time she gave the brush one final flick.

"Oh!" Stacy cried, her hips pumping, as a warm feeling of pleasure grew from her loins and attempted to infuse her slim body. An orgasm. Yet not enough to sustain itself. Her sex twitched twice and exuded its sweet nectar but then stopped, leaving her breathless and gasping. Then the yearning returned once again - twofold.

"See it's all about level of importance," Gwen said. "Like I bet right now all you can think about is this brush and a real orgasm. Not another of these."

Then Gwen flicked the little brush along the tip of Stacy's clit for three short strokes. Stacy's legs shot up off the table. Not just up, but her thighs were held open, of their own volition, and trembling in a split in mid-air.

"Oh God...." she gasped, her eyebrows knotting up, and sweat streaming down her chin. It hit just like before, a pleasurable warming, and then....it faded. Leaving her high and dry. Her sex twitching. Her juice puddling beneath her bottom.

"But you see," Gwen continued. "You have it all wrong. Who hold the brush? I do. And who owns this sweet little pussy? Go on. Tell me. Who owns this sweet smooth little puss my little domesticated monkey?"

I do. That was Stacy's first thought. But, she was glad the words didn't leave her mouth. Instead her body bucked as she was taken past the brink once more.

"Oh fuck..." Stacy gasped, and then the sensation began to wane. God her nipples were so hard they hurt. Her clit so swollen she could feel every sensation. Even a breeze was almost unbearable. It was then that she knew the correct answer to Gwen's question.

"You do," Stacy breathed. "You own it."

"And that makes me a very important person, yes?" Gwen said. "Important enough that when I tell you to call me from bed at night that you call me?"

"Yes," Stacy said. "I'll call you. I'm..sorry I didn't. I was...I was just ... scared."

"Good girl," Gwen purred. "Just look at that cute little puss. My cute little puss. Awww....it's twitching. So precious. I bet I know what it wants right now."

With a sense of both anticipation and dread, she watched the brush draw near. By now every sensation, even pleasure, was too much. She was on overload. But still she needed it, she needed to calm the yearning in her loins. A yearning such that she had never felt before. A yearning so great she forgot the camera pointing at her face then zooming in on her crotch. The brush...Oh God the brush.

"Oh fuck," Stacy moaned, her breath ragged. "Oh..oh...no...stop...no..don't stop...oh God...right there....here it comes...keep going...keep going...oh oh please... OH!"

This time there wasn't just a leaking warming sensation that never developed further than her sex. This time it exploded within her. Lighting up her body. Suffusing her. Like a wave of heat flashing through her. Making her spasm. Making her slim hips pump in time to the beat of her racing heart.




Almost There Already



When it was over Stacy felt wrung out. Like a rag doll. As Gwen helped her to her wobbling legs, and unfastened her wrists, Stacy thought for sure it was over. Instead, Gwen began taking off her clothes.

"I...I don't think I can manage..." Stacy muttered softy. "Perhaps tomorrow? I could - just do you. I know that I've ... had my turn. But I can't even stand."

Naked now, Gwen kissed the compliant cheerleader, and with a hand on top of her head, she guided the girl to her knees.

"If you are too tired to stand," Gwen purred as she reached up behind her and grabbed the door frame and propped a foot up on the neighboring desk, "You can always kneel."

From the wet matted state of Gwen's sex and pouting lips, Stacy knew that it was futile to argue. The musk assaulted her senses as she drew near. Though it still terrified her that this was a girl that she was doing this to, she no longer faced the same trepidation of inexperience that held her before. She began to lick. She began to suck. She liked the feel of Gwen's fingers running through her hair. It felt like appreciation, but it also made butterflies flutter in her stomach. The thing she didn't like, was the way Gwen pumped her hips back and forth or worse, in small circles. For Gwen's dark curls were coarse and wiry. And kind of uncomfortable when they rubbed against the tender skin of her face.

"Maybe we can..." Stacy came up for breath and suggested helpfully. "You know...shave you too?"

"Are my pubes tickling your nose?" Gwen asked.

"...a little..." 

It would be fun to shave the big girl, Stacy thought. Perhaps she would film it too. It would be kinky. And it would be fair. Let the girl walk a mile in her shoes, let the other basketball players see her denuded sex, and then maybe she may learn a bit more respect, Stacy thought.

However, Gwen had other ideas. The tall basketball star merely turned around, moved her feet a shoulder's width apart, and arched her back, pushing out her large athletic bottom.

"Too much trouble. Besides...you have me all worked up. Here try it from this angle. I bet they won't tickle your nose now." Gwen said, as she reached back, grabbed Stacy by the pony-tail, and guided the poor blond to her bottom.

I didn't mean, Stacy wanted to say. But she only had a split second to act. She bent her neck back awkwardly so that her mouth came into contact with the Gwen's sodden sex, instead of the puckered hole she'd been aimed at.

And though she escaped it, the threat still remained. For every time she opened her eyes, it was there. A small pucker surrounded by a few stray dark curls. A little pink in the middle. And whenever she went down to try to lick Gwen's clit, her nose seemed to find a way into that little puckered opening.

"Mmmm..." Gwen purred. "That's nice you dirty girl. I love it when you tease my ass."

But Stacy wasn't a dirty girl. It was only an accident. She was determined not to complain about Gwen's wiry pubes ever again. Not if this was the sort of treatment she could expect. But perhaps instead of a nose, a finger would do instead...She caught her thought. My God, what sort of girl was she turning into.

She brought her hand up, only to have Gwen slap it away.

"Not like that." Gwen warned.

But this is perverse, Stacy's mind rebelled. Perverse.

Wicked.

She pushed her nose against that tight little pucker, teasing it, while fluttering her tongue over Gwen's clit at the same time.

"More," Gwen moaned. "Oh God, I'm so fucking hot."

It was a pretty nose. A narrow little pixie nose suitable for a pretty blond cheerleader. It fit neatly in Gwen hungry hole. It made the big girl's knees turn to jelly. It was forbidden to her as well. Forbidden and so very very kinky. 

To take this girl, this pretty pretty girl. This girl that was so out of her league, so out of everyone's league. To take her and have her own her knees. Serving her with her tongue. With her perfect little nose stuck into ...oh fuck...into a bottom. It's was too much.

"God...oh...fuck..." Gwen gasped, and then her legs turned to butter. She slid down the wall and onto her hands and knees as an orgasm slammed through her like a freight train. Stacy held tight to her muscular backside and followed the girl down, licking her until she was well sated.

That night, once Stacy was in bed for the night, she took out her cell and dialed Gwen.

"Good," Gwen said. "I see you remembered this time."

"Yes." Stacy said, keeping her voice quiet. It was too late for her to be calling. Her parents wouldn't approve.

"What are you wearing?" Gwen asked.

"A T-shirt."

"Bottoms?"

"Just my underwear."

"Take it all off." Gwen said. "From now on you are to sleep nude."

"But..." Stacy thought of her newly shaved sex. It was all she could think of now. It itched horribly.

But what if her covers were to come off during the night? What if her mom were to wake her in the morning? But, she was beginning to learn that Gwen almost always got her way, so she quietly disrobed.

"Are you naked now?"

"Yes."

"Good," Gwen purred. "Now rub yourself."

"What?"

"You heard me," Gwen said. "I want you to play with your pussy."

"Okay," Stacy breathed, she began to stroke her sex until she warmed up, then paid particular attention to her clit. It felt foreign now that she was shaved, but it also felt delicious. Her breathing grew labored in the phone's microphone.

"Stick your finger in your mouth," Gwen said. "I want you to taste that sweet pussy."

God, so perverse. Her finger, tangy and wet to her tongue. Why was she doing these things? And why did they make her tremble inside?

"That's the way a girl tastes," Gwen said. "So sweet. Not sour like some ugly boy. Now play with yourself some more. But no coming. That pussy belongs to me now. It comes when I say so."

Stacy took herself obediently to the brink five times. Five times. But she'd been ordered to lick the slick juices from her fingers so many times she'd lost count. It wasn't but a few days ago that the thought of doing such a thing would have filled her with disgust. But now?

Now she didn't even need reminding. Every thirty seconds or so, her fingers would seek out her hungry lips. It was nice. She didn't even notice the taste anymore. She experimented with licking them, with sucking them, sometimes one, sometimes two or three.

Five times to the brink. Five times it took all her willpower to obey. To not finish the job. Five times before she was permitted to hang up the phone and go to sleep.

But sleep was a hard coming. Her thoughts were of the itching from her denuded sex. Her thoughts were of illicit sex, no matter how hard she tried to think of something else. And as the clock read 11, then 12 and finally 1'o clock, her fantasies grew more and more perverse. At one thirty she masturbated again, fingers exploring her smooth sex, and grinding against the mattress. Licking her fingers. Sucking them clean. She took herself to the brink once again. And after, she drifted off to sleep. But the sleep was was fitful, full of dreams of licking, sucking and fucking. Not with Mitch or Dave or any of her former boyfriends.

These dreams..these dreams were of Gwen.

*****************

The new day brought a new attitude to a former head cheerleader. This one was a bit meeker. A bit nicer. A bit more willing to listen than to talk. One that kissed her girlfriend on the mouth. A french kiss, even if fleeting...as it was in the crowded school hallway. A girl that held a certain basketball star's hand, even though everyone gawked and stared.

There were changes in store for Gwen as well. More talkative. Less loner.

A few weeks later, she was visited by Jacklyn, Senator Abrams campaign aid.

"I see you are getting along well with Stacy," Jacklyn said.

"Yes, we are having a good time."

"I bet," Jacklyn slid over an envelope to Gwen.

Gwen opened it reluctantly. If it was what she thought, things could go badly.

It was. Black and white pictures. Over a dozen. They were of Stacy and Gwen. Of Gwen spanking Stacy. As she looked, Gwen could feel herself grow moist. This one. Oh yes, she remembered fucking Stacy in the ass with the banana. She had tears in her eyes, but still she cried, fuck me. Fuck me.

Then this one. All sweaty after the game. Still in her uniform, on all fours, her shorts at her ankles in the back of her Explorer. Stacy kneeling obediently behind her, her tongue lovingly exploring her lover's asshole.

Oh and this! In Stacy's backyard. Wearing her little skirt. Gwen towering over her, a small switch held beneath the girls' dimpled chin. It was a good picture. You could make out the blush spreading on Stacy's cheeks. The goosebump covered flesh. Those beautiful blue eyes, so wide, so trusting. Standing with her legs apart. The hem of her short skirt held daintily as she held it aloft.

It brought back memories.

***************

"I can't," Stacy whispered, her voice trembling.

"You better," Gwen said. "Or I'll switch that hot little ass."

"I'm trying," Stacy said. "But I'm too nervous."

"I think you want me to switch that little ass," Gwen purred. "Is that it? Okay, hold that skirt out of the way and I'll give it some pretty little marks."

"No Gwen," Stacy whimpered. "I have a game. Please wait. Just give me a another chance."

The petite blond closed her moist eyes. Her brows knit. She bit her lower lip. It felt like ages ago when she used to date Mitch. Mitch, she wouldn't go back to him even if she could. She was another girl now. A girl who'd known another girl. A girl who was so much more experienced. A girl who no longer dreamed of the day when she would be free of this perverted tall girl.

But there were days...days like today. It was cold...thirty five degrees. Her breath came out in great clouds of smoke. It was fairly private here in her backyard. No one should be able to see. Yet, the trees had lost their leaves...perhaps someone could. 

"Let me go find a switch..." Gwen said.

"Hold on..." Stacy plead. God, the girl was in such a rush. And this was new. Stacy felt like her boundaries were constantly being tested. And this new testing...Gods....she'd never even imagined such a request.

She tried to relax, but it was so hard. Her nipples were so hard they ached. Her pussy was wet...but at the same time it was so very cold. Her eyes closed. Her brows knotted. A blush of rose covered her cheeks and it wasn't due to the cold.

And then? Then there was the sound of water.

"Good girl," Gwen said.

Stacy stood obediently. She could feel the steam rise from the hot puddle of urine between her feet. She held her skirt out to keep it from being stained. She looked down and realized that she was in danger of standing in the growing puddle....she moved to bend down.

"No," Gwen warned.

Stacy tentatively moved her feet apart. Apparently that was acceptable. However, it caused its own problem and made the stream taper off. She had to force herself to start again twice more before she could finish.

After she finished, Gwen reached her hand beneath Stacy's skirt and began to rub.

Stacy opened her eyes and looked up at the taller girl with those big beautiful trusting eyes. And gave her that look. Gwen felt her heart swell with her feelings for the girl behind those pretty blue eyes.

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"No one else has seen these," Jacklyn said. "But I will tell you that this is going to stop."

"You can't stop us," Gwen said. "We are in love. Besides, I have my own pictures. Pictures the senator doesn't want to get out."

"I won't matter," Jacklyn said. "If I can take these, don't you think someone else can too? And you are right, Senator Adams could be ruined. And you think that Stacy is just going to keep on like nothing in the world has changed? Are you really that naive?"

"No," Gwen admitted, her cheeks warming as she realized that yes, she'd really been that naive.

"From now on, you can do this all you want," Jacklyn said. "You can fuck, suck, piss, who gives a fuck what else you imagine. I'll even give you a few ideas if you need them, but from the look of things you don't. However, no more of this public shit. From now on, it goes on behind closed doors. Got me? You can't find closed doors, you call me. I'll arrange it. And this but plug she's wearing. I don't know where you bought it, but that stops too. You need toys, you come talk to me. I'll have someone get you whatever you need. Are we clear?"

"We are clear." Gwen hated this. Hated being told what to do. It should be the other way around.

"I expect a smile of gratitude and an expression of thanks," Jacklyn said. "You've got a good thing. I'm helping you not to fuck it up. I've helped the senator with a lot of shit, and he doesn't sit there and glare at me, so I won't have it. You and me kid, we can go far, but not scowling at me like a spoiled little shit we can't."

Gwen's gaze softened. "Thanks," she felt better about things now. It didn't feel good being wrong, but she was wrong and she could admit it.

"Now let's go shopping for you some new clothes."

"But I like my clothes."

"You are in the public eye now girl," Jacklyn said. "You break up with your little sweetheart, or you can start pulling your own weight around here. Now let's get some new clothes. Then we can see about an interview for you two girls. We are struggling in the polls and I think getting you girls some face time...a little coming out party could be just the ticket.

She had thought this day would never come. That she'd get sucked into these people's world. This was the place where she said fuck you. That she'd say... "Okay."

"You'll see," Jacklyn said. "It won't be so bad. I'm here for you, just like I'm here for Senator Adams, and Stacy too."

As they rode away in Jacklyn's small black convertible, Gwen asked. "Can I keep the pictures?"

"Yes," Jacklyn said. "But keep them in a safe place. I mean it. No one can ever see them."

"Don't worry, I will," Gwen said, thinking this turn of events wasn't so bad.

Several months later,

"It's been a long time," Tracy said.

"We knew that going in thought didn't we?" Gwen said.

"Did you bring the tape?"

"Who says there's a tape..." Gwen said.

"Don't fuck with me Gwen," Tracy said. "That's all you talked about for months. Anyway, you owe me big time."

"What do I owe you?" Gwen said. "You got everything you wanted."

"Bullshit," Tracy said. "I was supposed to be prom queen."

"You never said anything about that," Gwen said.

"I didn't think I had too," Tracy said. "With Stacy out of the way, I was next in line. Me."

"And you were. You are the head cheerleader. You are dating the quarter back. What more do you want?"

"You know I got the shit end of the deal," Tracy said. "Look at you. Nice clothes. That fancy new car. I heard you were admitted to Stanford. And the prom, how did you two manage that?"

"Did you really want to be prom 'King'?" Gwen asked. "You should have said something. I would have nominated you."

"No," Tracy quickly amended. That would be embarrassing. "You know it was supposed to be me and Mitch, not you and Stacy." 

"Stacy is Stacy," Gwen said. "She's nice. She's pretty. People like her."

"But what about me?" Tracy said. "Why couldn't I have been queen? It isn't fair."

"Of course it isn't," Gwen said. "She's beautiful. She's popular. She's Stacy."

"But how?" Tracy said. "Just tell me that? She doesn't even hang out with the popular people anymore. And she's a lez now. Everybody knows it. How could that little bitch be prom queen?"

"She just is."

"Well, there is one consolation," Tracy said. "Now she's with you."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Gwen said, as the remark hit too close to home.

"Don't take it the wrong way," Tracy said. "But I know you. You're a total perv. Unless she's turned you straight. Anyway, I've waited long enough. I want to see what you've been doing to her."

"We have a very healthy normal relationship," Gwen said.

"And I'm the queen of England," Tracy countered. "You owe me. And I know things you wouldn't want your little girlfriend to find out. Like who spray painted a certain wall."

"I know things about you too," Gwen said, her eyes flashing menacingly. "Like who planted paint cans in her locker. Like who told Mitch where the exams were located. Like who told him that Stacy could get a key."

"We are both in it," Tracy said. "I know it. You know it. But I know other things too. I know about your boyfriend from basketball camp. I know about that girl Amanda that transferred. Ahh...I see I struck a nerve. Don't worry, it's safe between you and me. But now I want to see."

"Okay." Gwen took a laptop out of her bag.

"And it better be good."

"I don't know what you consider good," Gwen said, but she knew, deep down she knew what Tracy was looking for. She entered the password to access the encrypted drive and then played the file.

++++++++++

"It's that time again," Gwen said. The image was shaking as the camera was mounted to the tripod. "How many infractions have you had this week?"

"Two," Stacy whimpered.

"That's one more than last week," Gwen said. "And come closer. I want to check something."

Stacy approached with cheeks aflame and eyes facing down, as Gwen casually reached between her legs.

"Stubble," Gwen said. "Just like I thought. That'll be three infractions."

"Three..." Stacy moaned. Oh God.

"Let's get started on your first set," Gwen said. 

Stacy quickly took off her top and short skirt, though her eyes were full of trepidation. Gwen picked up a paddle and flexed it.

"You haven't felt this one yet punkin," Gwen said. "it's new."

It was the shape of a ping pong paddle, yet it was made of black leather, and there was an ominous looking hole in the middle.

"I think we will start the first set standing," Gwen said. "Bend down and grab your ankles."

Stacy reached down for her ankles. An easy enough matter for a flexible cheerleader. But then the first blow struck home. Jesus! Her breath came in a rush.

"You forgot to count," Gwen said.

"...one," Stacy grunted in a strangled voice.

"I think I'm going to like this new paddle," Gwen said and gave Stacy's cute bottom another whack.

On the other hand, from the look on Stacy's face, she had another opinion about the new paddle. Shit it hurt. Hurt something awful. And that small hole. It left a burning ring of fire in its wake. 

"Two..." she forced out. Her face rapidly turning red. 

At six the tears were flowing. At ten she was pleading for mercy.

"Maybe I won't be so hard with the next set," Gwen said. "....if you are convincing."

Stacy wanted very much to be convincing. The tall basketball star put the paddle down, and turned around, leaning slightly against the wall. Stacy went down to her knees. She started her kisses low. At Gwen's ankles and moving up those strong sinewy legs. Finally to her ass. Her powerful ass.

She started with the cheeks. Then moved to the valley. At first, it was closed tight, but Stacy was convincing. She started by blowing her hot steamy breath between those pale alabaster cheeks. The came loving kisses. Light slips of her soft eager tongue.

The tall athlete purred her satisfaction. She opened her legs a bit more.

Stacy moved in more. Drawing closer and closer to her target. It wasn't what she wanted, but it was what Gwen wanted.

"You want it don't you," Gwen moaned. "You want this ass."

"mmm...mmmm" Stacy murmured from between those pale moons.

"Say it."

Stacy had to come out to say it. Though she was loathed to do so after working so diligently to get there in the first place.

"I want this ass," Stacy said. "I love it. I love your ass."

But she didn't love it. Not really. But it was better than the paddle. Oh it was so much better than that. And it was like foreplay. It was the path she had to travel to reach her final destination.