`Cheerleaders Exposed' -- by Igirisu-san

Subject: {ASSM} Cheerleaders Exposed 01-Discovery {Igirisu-san} (f-solo, ff)

** Note: This is an erotic story series, and as such, contains
descriptions, sometimes graphic, of sexual activity.  Also, this story
series includes scenes between members of the same sex, and between people
considered under the legal age for such activity.  If such material offends
you, please hit the 'back' button now.  **


Part 1: Discovery (f-solo, ff)

   Tina was a precocious 14 year-old, always getting into things and having
adventures.  Sometimes it would get her into trouble, such as when the
teenager located her Christmas presents and made the mistake of mentioning
that she didn't really like one of the CDs that her mother had bought her.

   Other times her mother would make good use of Tina's intense scrutiny of
the world, helping her find keys, credit cards and other items that would
occasionally get lost.

   But this time, Tina realised as she sat on the floor in front of the TV
and VCR, she knew that she definitely needed to keep quiet about what she
had found.

   In front of her knees on the carpet, framed nicely by her cheerleader
skirt that she had yet to change out of, sat two video cassettes.  Both
were unmarked, and had been slipped into their plain cardboard sleeves
before being 'lost' underneath the VCR stand, behind a flip-up section of
the piece of furniture.  Her pale blue eyes were like saucers as she
examined the little slip of paper inside the first of the two cases.

   'Cheerleaders Exposed III' read the slip, and according to the
accompanying description below, it was a 93-minute long video produced some
time ago by a company called 'Intense Images, Inc.' containing 'explicit
voyeur footage of real teen cheerleaders'.

   She frowned and stood, looking around for a moment before she found what
she was looking for.

   On her mother's desk was an uncashed check written for $3,000.00.  It
was a company check, and it carried the same 'Intense Images, Inc.' name.

   The mystery was there, and Tina's curiosity wasn't about to just wither
away, no matter how much she knew she might get into trouble.

   She walked to the desk and did what she always did when she wanted to
find something out: Tina rummaged in her neat and calculated way, being
sure that everything was placed exactly as it was before she started her
search.


Tina was the only child of an unmarried mother.  Tina's mother, Susan,
had spend more of her cheerleading time on her back than was wise, and had
become pregnant when she was still at school.  Forced to leave school
because of their policy about pregnancies, her mother had decided against
an abortion, and was thus blessed with a little girl just a day before her
18th birthday.  Her parents, while angry, did not regret her decision, and
they helped raise their granddaughter until they died in a housefire. 
Susan had moved away from her home because of the memories, and wound up in
Westfield.

   At 14 years old, Tina was developing into quite a stunning young woman.
She weighed about average for her age, and stood a couple of inches over
five feet in height.  Her long red hair was slightly lighter than her
mothers, almost to the point of it being strawberry blonde.  It hung to a
point just past her elbows, and while Tina was proud of her hair, she hated
it as well because it was very fine and always picking up a static charge
from her sweaters.

   Her blue eyes were almost shocking in intensity - a trait she shared
with her mother - and her lips wore an ever-present 'kiss'.  Together with
her cute button nose and high cheekbones - another inherited feature from
Susan - she was quite angelic in appearance.

   Tina was proud that she hadn't been slow to develop like some of the
girls at school, although she wasn't as well developed as some.  Margaret,
head of the cheerleading squad, was Tina's secret crush, although she knew
from experience that Margaret would sooner kiss a pig than be interested in
the attention of an ordinary girl like Tina.  The young girl was warmed by
the fact that she knew Margaret was also the easiest lay in Westfield High,
having very likely spread her legs for more of the football team than the
rest of the cheerleaders in the entire county!

   No, while Tina wasn't a heavily endowed girl, she knew that she had the
kind of shape that made many of the football players drool.  Her waist was
slender, her hips wide and voluptuous, and her breasts were perky and while
small, did not make her look boyish.  Another thing that she had noticed
was that her nipples would very quickly react to the cold, or to contact -
something that she was certainly starting to appreciate when she would do a
little investigating of her own body on an almost nightly basis.


But now, Tina's nipples were reacting to the excitement she felt as she
searched her mother's desk for the connection between the video and the
check.

   She searched thoroughly, her technique the envy of any Federal agent or
police detective, until she located a manilla envelope containing a few
more check-stubs without the checks themselves, and a letter.

   Voraciously she pulled out the letter and read it quickly.  When she
finished it her eyes were slightly glazed and she looked over at the video
again.

   Returning everything to where it had come from, she slipped back onto
the floor and after turning the TV on, slipped the video into the mouth of
the VCR and waited.

   The word 'PLAY' displayed for a moment on the screen as the VCR whirred
into life, and then the words 'Cheerleaders Exposed', followed by a bad
computer graphic of a spray-paint can writing the numeral '3' on top of it.

   The next image was quite a shock.  She recognised one, two...  no, at
least three of the girls in cheerleading uniforms.  To be honest, she
recognised the uniforms themselves, as they were for Westfield High School,
and the changing room in which the low-quality camera was peering into with
a wideangle lens was that of her school.  As she watched, she saw last
year's junior varsity cheerleaders stripping off their clothes and prepared
for their showers.  The camera shot the images from about knee height,
making it hard to make out some of the girls when they got too close, but
it was well positioned for views of their bare bottoms and privates.

   Without any real thought, Tina began to gently rub between her legs, her
own cheerleaders uniform still wrapped around her lithe body.  She watched
dry-mouthed as some of the most gorgeous girls in school walked back and
forth, some dry, some wet from their showers, without any apparent
knowledge that they were being caught on camera for someone, anyone, to
see.

   The footage ended, and another scene began.  She recognised the red and
yellow colors of Southfield High, or as her school called them, the
'Southfiends'.  Their cheerleaders had won the local competitions for two
years in a row, and from what Tina watched, she was starting to understand
why.  The camera in this footage was much better placed, and in fact it
seemed as though there were several in use, as the footage would cut from
one camera to another without pause.

   As she watched, one of the 'fiends' girls sat almost directly in front
of the camera.  She was an attractive blonde, with short-cropped hair, a
deep tan, and long legs.  Her breasts were large and her nipples were
puffed out.  After looking around for a moment, the girl grinned slyly at
the camera and opened her legs, revealing a completely naked crotch.  Tina
had never seen a woman's crotch without pubic hair, but this girl had
apparently taken the time to remove every single one.  As Tina gazed on,
her hand rubbing harder against the crotch of her panties, the Southfield
cheerleader licked her fingers before actually spreading her labia to the
camera and then slipping one of the wet fingers inside her vagina.

   The video zoomed in to watch the detail as the cheerleader teased her
wet pussy with her one hand, while sliding her index finger in and out of
her depths.  Tina gasped as she saw the girl's juices dribbling down her
fingers and onto her hands.  She found herself rubbing in unison with the
girl on the video, and as the cheerleader seemed to begin to shudder in
orgasm, Tina too felt the familiar rush of her climax, and she was very
aware of how wet her panties had become.


Waiting on barely appreciative customers at the local diner was not the
career of choice for Susan Reynolds, but after her dismissal from high
school less than a year before she could have graduated, it was pretty much
the best she could manage.

   At five foot six inches tall, she was average for her build, and while
she was still young, she had recently noticed a few grey hairs peeking
through her wavy, fire-red hair that hung to the small of her back.  She
was still in debate whether or not to start coloring it.  Her mouth was
usually framed by subtle colors of lipstick, and she usually limited any
other decoration to a light foundation, soft eyeshadows that simply
accented her deep blue eyes, and the barest touch of blusher.

   Susan possessed an athletic figure.  Her time at school as a cheerleader
had educated her in how best to look after herself, and rather that drive
the twelve blocks to work, she always walked.  Together with regular
exercise and low-impact weights, she was always flattered when male
customers would ask if she'd be interested in dating their sons.  She was
proud to know that her body had not suffered from pregnancy, and she
possessed the same figure, although more mature, that she had in high
school, comlete with pert little breasts that resembled larger versions of
those of her daughter.  That she had been propositioned by more than one
female customer was doubly flattering as Susan was a woman that understood
and appreciate the attraction that could occur between two women.

   "More coffee, Sheriff?" she asked Dan Grove, the small town's only
member of the Sheriff's Department.

   The older man, probably in his late forties or early fifties (Susan had
never asked, and Dan had never volunteered the information), nodded, "Oh
Sue, you know you can call me Dan, and yeah, some more coffee would be
great.  How's Tina doing at school?  I hear she's still cheerleading."

   Susan nodded, pouring the man his coffee (black, no sugar), "Tina's been
an angel as always, Dan.  Yes, she's still in the squad, and she's been
practicing so much that I think she'll be picked to be one of the girls for
throwing this year.  She's lost almost ten pounds since last year, and
while I made sure she didn't harm herself, she's definitely a slim young
lady now."

   "Just like her mother was, no doubt," Dan replied, grinning pleasantly.
"I bet you could still fit into one of her outfits..."

   Sue chuckled and slapped the Sheriff on the shoulder, "Behave yourself,
Sheriff!  I'm not that sort of woman!"

   Sheriff Grove had flirted with Susan ever since she arrived in
Westfield. He knew her background, and knew that she wasn't married, but
while he flirted, it was innocent and harmless.  Dan Grove was happily
married, and had three children of his own, one of which was a cheerleader
in the same school squad as Tina.


At that moment, Helen Grove was laying on her back listening to a
classic NIN (Nine Inch Nails) album she had borrowed from one of her
friends at school.  Her short blonde hair, regularly cropped and razored in
a boyish style, was at that moment hidden under a baseball cap.  Her
American History homework was on her left side (`Lincoln and his influence
on the end of slavery') and her school bag was on her right.  Helen's light
grey eyes were closed, and her expression was definitely not one of
concentration or thought.

   For Helen had borrowed something else from her friend.  At that moment,
it buzzed quietly in her left hand, and rested lightly on her mons, sending
exquisite sensations through her body, and especially through her genitals.
She groaned, running her fingers through her pubic hair and around her
dampening outer labia, occasionally brushing her sex with her fingertips.

   She groaned again as she slowly let the small pink vibrator, borrowed
from her friend's older sister, drop to apply the effects at the top of her
clitoral hood, making her hips buck for a moment as the sensations brought
about a small orgasm.

   Helen rode the climax in pure bliss, and was already panting and bathed
in a light sheen of persperation, her cheerleader skirt bunched up around
her waist and her white cotton panties drapped around one thigh.

   Helen had been masturbating since she was 11 years old, and had shared
her discovery of self satisfaction with her best friend, Tina, shortly
afterwards.  They had often masturbated together, but had never made the
move towards lesbian sex.  Not from any lack of desire on either girl's
part, but they didn'y really understand what a girl could do for another
girl, and the thought had simply never crossed their mind.

   But now, as she slipped two fingers into her vagina and began to pump at
her moist sex, Helen found her mind wandering to Tina, and imagining that
it was Tina's fingers that probed into her juicy depths; that it was Tina
that ran the vibrator around and over her clitoris; that it was Tina that
swapped hands and pushed the vibrating phallus into her cunt and rubbed her
clit hard and drove her insane with lust and desire, making her grind her
hips into the air and squeal in unbridled ecstasy as she was wracked by the
most powerful orgasm she had ever experienced.

   She pumped the vibrating toy as deep as she could, maintaining the
orgasm, her vagina dribbling juices freely over her hands and between her
legs, making an ever-growing damp spot in her skirt.  Helen didn't care,
for this was what she had been searching for.  This incredible feeling as
the world shattered and everything good in it was grasped and jammed deep
into her cunt and concentrated in her tiny button of sensitive flesh.

   Her breath caught short suddenly, as her body stiffened and the most
powerful spasms she had felt so far ripped through her body, and Helen's
hand was like a blur as she brought herself off, her fingers themselves
sometimes forced past her labia with the intense thrusts she delivered to
her body.  From deep in her throat, she issued an almost baritone growl,
and her vagina clamped down on the vibrator so hard that she suddenly found
her fingertips being crushed, and a surge of her juices sputtered between
them, soaking her thighs.

   Spent, Helen laid obscenely on the bed, her 14 year-old body covered in
sweat, and her open legs smeared with the collective vaginal secretions of
a half-dozen orgasms.  Ignoring the homework, she groggily pulled her
blanket over her and dozed, the vibrator switched off, but still impaling
her pussy.


At dinner, Tina said nothing to her mother about the videos she had
found under the TV stand.  She had masturbated for a good hour, watching
several cheerleaders, some no older than Tina, perform a variety of solo
sexual acts.

   Susan wasn't an unobservant mother, however, and she could tell that
Tina had something new on her mind.  She kept the conversation on school,
thinking that it might be that which was taking so much of her daughter's
mind out of the evening.

   Tina was not, however, thinking about school.  At least, not about
school work.  She was thinking about the last scene she had watched before
she dragged the videotape out of the VCR and hid it once more under the TV
stand, her pussy abused and sore after over an hour of hard self-pleasure.

   For the last scene had involved not two girls pleasing themselves side
by side, like the previous scene she had watched, but two girls pleasing
each other.  It had sent a shiver down her spine and straight to her
streaming cunt, and she had found herself pumping three of her fingers as
deep as she could while she diddled her clit with her free hand as she
watched the two senior `fiends' take turns in kissing and licking the
other's pussy, sometimes actually probing between her partner's labia and
as far into her pussy as they could reach with their tongues.

   It had brought Tina to an orgasm that had made her blackout for several
seconds, and her mind had quickly replaced the two girls with herself and
her best friend, Helen Grove.

   Susan looked at her daughter as she completely ignored the drip of salad
dressing that had dripped from her fork onto her t-shirt.  What could
possibly be on the teenager's mind that had her so vacant.

   Susan's mind slapped her silly, and she grinned to herself.  What else
could it be, but a boy, she deduced.

   "So," Susan said with a wicked grin, "what's his name, honey?"

   "Oh," Tina answered, completely unaware that she was talking out loud,
"It's not a boy.  It's Helen..."

   Tina's eyes widened and she stared ahead for a moment before turning her
shocked gaze towards her mother, who wore a similar, if less extreme,
expression, her left eyebrow raised in surprise.


-- TBC in Part 2: Revelation
Copyright (C) 2004 'Igirisu-san' All Rights Reserved
