Lesbian Love: Virgins and Cheerleaders (10 page)

“Sarah, will you think about it, about coming back?”

“I’ll think about, I really will.”

I lay there for hours unable to reflect on anything other than Alexis. Could I go back to school? I thought of the life I’d grown to love, the kids, the ditzy little uniform, the hockey, kids cheering when I scored a goal. I thought of the cheerleaders, of me dressed in that cute little dress dancing and somersaulting on the sports field, seven babes giving the boys wet dreams and maybe giving some of the girls pause for thought.

The following afternoon there was a bright splash of color and noise outside my door, then six cheerleaders came into my room, Alexis and the others, all in uniform.

“Lay back, we’ve got a surprise for you,” Alexis said. “Relax and watch.”

They went into their routine, our routine, dancing and leaping in the tiny hospital room, they’d cut things down a lot to fit it all in but when they finished I was weeping tears of joy. They stayed and chatted, when they left Alexis hung back. She came and gave me a warm kiss and put her arms around me again, it felt so good. She just held me for a while and then turned to leave.

“I’ve got this for you, for when you’re feeling better, I hope you haven’t put on any weight eating hospital food,” she said, putting a package on the bed. I shook my head. Then she was gone. I opened the package and I was holding a brand new cheerleading uniform, dress and panties, all exactly my size.

I got out of hospital and went home to my apartment, finding it of course exactly as I’d left it. The next day I went into the offices of Morgan Strange. There was something radically different and it took me a few seconds to work it out, there was a new receptionist, but no, it was still Gale Margolis. Except that it wasn’t the somewhat drab and dowdy woman I’d last seen sat behind the reception desk. Her hair had been restyled in a shorter, punk style with subtle streaks of orange, if streaks of orange could ever be called subtle. Her clothes were different, she was well made up, and she looked, fantastic. She came out and kissed me, a full, passionate kiss on the lips. Jesus Christ, in the office, too.

“How are things, Sarah, it’s real good to see you back.”

I told her I was pretty well recovered. I didn’t say that inside it would take a few weeks longer, that perverted little shit had burned me badly, but it would recover and there was no permanent damage.

“You look great, Gale, what’s the secret?”

“I’m in love, for the first time and it’s wonderful.”

“With Jeannie, the girl you met at the club?”

She nodded. So that’s the way it was. I felt happy for her and lonely for myself. After all this time, I had neither one nor the other, I didn’t have the boyfriend I wanted, someone nice that I could think about spending my life with. And I was certain I wouldn’t be going back to Fleming, so any relationship with Alexis was not looking good.

Morgan called me through to his office and looked me over. “You’re looking much better, Sarah, back to normal. Everything else ok?”

“Getting there,” I said.

He nodded. “When you’re ready, I’ve got another assignment that might be right up your street. Another school in Jackson, some kind of accusation of sexual impropriety. There’s no rush though, the teacher concerned is ill at the moment so there’s nothing to investigate for the next three months at least. Take a few weeks to get yourself fully recovered, take the whole three months if you like.”

I thought about it, three months would be enough to get to the end of the semester at Fleming. I was working it all out in my mind when I looked up and saw him grinning at me.

“You had a great time at Fleming, didn’t you?”

I nodded. “Yeah, apart from the end.”

“You’re still enrolled, you know, everything signed up and paid up.”

“You wouldn’t mind?”

He shook his head. “It’s the least I could do, you did a fantastic job, Ginsberg has paid up with a hefty bonus, he’s over the moon. And the school could hardly complain about your age, nothing illegal about going back to school and after all, covering your real age was totally necessary to discover what they should have found out for themselves. They’re bending over to kiss ass at the moment, if I told them to make you head of the governors they’d probably do it. They were running a drug den in that school, murder, torture, blackmail, it’s incredible. Even though the head and the governors say they knew nothing about it, someone has to take the rap for not being more pro-active about a widespread drugs and extortion racket, they’re all running scared at the moment. Nope, you’re totally ok with them and me to go back.”

I thanked him and left the office. I was going back to school. In the outer office Gale was talking on the phone when the outer door opened and Alexis came in carrying a shopping bag and saw me. We kissed and held each other warmly.

“I’m coming back to Fleming, Alexis, at least for now.”

“Fantastic.” She kissed me again. “We’ve been working on a new routine for the cheerleaders, I hope you’ve still got that new uniform.”

She chatted on happily about the group. Gale came out from behind the desk and I introduced them.

“Yeah, we met at the gay bar,” Alexis said, remembering her. “Look, guys, I’ve been shopping for some new toys, let me show you what I got.”

She opened the bag and pulled out several packages. Vibrators, dildos, beads, balls, sprays, it was like a travelling salesman’s sample pack.

“I thought you might be interested when you feel better,” she said, looking at me checking out the various gadgets. “I wondered if I could invite myself up to your place and explore them a little bit more.”

Even as she said it I felt a twinge in my crotch, deep inside my cunt where it was still healing from the burns. She saw the look of pain on my face.

“Still bad, uh?”

I nodded. “Yes, it is a bit, it’ll be a while before it’s fully healed.”

“Yeah, that’s bad, but what about the rest of you, the other hole, is that ok?”

I felt hot as she said it, remembering our session at Matt Phillips’s party when she’d rode me with a strap on.

“Yep, that’s just fine.”

“And you’ve got a hot mouth, I know that from past experience. So what’s the problem?”

“None,” I said hungrily. It had been a while and I wanted her desperately.

“Gale, what about you, have you got a girlfriend?”

She nodded. “Yes, I have now, Jeannie.”

“Why don’t you bring her too and let’s have a party, providing Sarah doesn’t mind me inviting you to her place?”

I shrugged. “Fine with me.”

“Me too,” Gale said. “I’ll talk to her later and we can fix something up.”

Morgan came out of his office with a piece of paper in his hand. He saw us three girls standing there holding foot long dildos and sex toys and disappeared back into his office.

On the Saturday we had our little party. Alexis and I spent most of the evening in my bedroom exploring each other’s bodies, when she pushed the dildo into my rear I erupted with joy and pleasure. The waves of arousal swept through me as it touched every part of my hole, bullying me with its hard, ruthless smooth shaft. I swung my body around so that I was looking at her crotch, then I went down on her, sucking her juices and frantically giving her tongue, it had been so long. She was working the device in my rear, moving it in and out, twisting it, screwing it slowly around, nudging the tip from side to side. Overcome with joy I sucked at her vagina, drinking greedily the very essence of the beautiful girl that I had come to love so much. We were both moaning in ecstasy, then we came in a crescendo of shrieking that was almost the howling of a wolf. We lay back exhausted, grinning to each other while we listened to Gale and Jeannie on the couch in the living room, literally fucking the brains out of each other. We lay there for an hour, saying nothing, each content with our partner’s body. Then Alexis reached for me again and we sucked at each other’s lips, burning once more with arousal and I felt the dildo slide back into my ass as our lovemaking began once more.

A week later I got up and showered and put on my panties and bra and started to dress. My blouse was neat and pressed and I buttoned it on. Then my tiny miniskirt followed by my thick school pantyhose. I slipped on my shoes and put on a jacket, put on my raincoat and picked up my backpack. It was time to go back to school. When I got there I put my stuff into my locker and to find the classroom. Christ, it was Grant Newman, did I really have to sit through an hour of the most boring teacher in Christendom? The seat next to me was empty and I felt a little lonely, but then Alexis slipped in late and sat down next to me. Underneath the desk we held hands. Mr. Newman got the lesson underway, from time to time he darted worried glances in my direction. He knew the truth of course, I was a twenty two year old college graduate and employee of an investigations outfit that had literally ripped through this school like a tornado. I doubted he would be picking on me a too much.

In the afternoon I went down to the changing room with my cheerleading uniform, my new dress and panties. The girls crowded around me and gave me a group hug, then we trotted out onto the field, God it felt good to be back in my sexy little dress with the other babes, going through the routines and generally having a ball. If only it could last forever, but of course all good things do come to an end. In the changing room they promised to go easy on me in the shower. We were standing naked, about to get under the stream of warm water when Alexis faced me. The other girls looked on with interest.

“A question for you, Sarah. You were adamant before this all happened that you weren’t a lesbian. We all wondered if you’d changed your mind.”

The others watched, there was a tension in the air. I paused and let it build. Then I put an angry expression on my face.

“Alexis.”

“Yes?”

“Fuck me. All of you fuck me. Is that good enough for all of you?”

We sped into the shower.