Cheerleaders came to me to figure out their sexuality

Mentions of: \[Lesbian\] \[Power Play\] \[Edging\]

Everyone in this story was at or over the age of 18 at the time of occurrence.

There is a lot of background, everything makes more sense with it but if you don’t care about the build-up, you can skip to the spice at ///. This story is quite tame/wholesome but it leads to more. Part 1 of ?

I’ve (F) always been quiet, but I don’t mind chatting with anyone who initiates. In school, I was a bit of a floater. I’d always done my own thing and tagged along with people whenever I felt like it. As a result, I wasn’t exclusive to any one group and had a collection of acquaintances from different circles.

My reputation amongst the cheerleaders started with Holly (F). She was only a couple inches taller than me, sandy brown hair, brown eyes, and athletic with really great legs. We had a lot of classes together and she often went out of her way to talk to me. It was always small talk but, nevertheless, warm.

One day, she asked to do homework together in the library after school. At first glance, we were an odd pair. She had her lip gloss and pleated skirts. On the other hand, beat up boots and baggy jeans were more my speed. I’m petite, slim, and pretty androgynous. Depending on how I dress, I can look feminine or tomboyish. But, I usually lean towards the latter. At the time of this story, I had long dark hair and dressed kind of grungy I guess.

The atmosphere was a little awkward. It seemed like she wanted to talk but being in the library tamped that down. I wasn’t used to her being quiet. Holly was normally very bubbly. I could tell she was restless: fidgeting, constantly glancing over at me. I just kept offering reassuring smiles and making up questions about the homework to ease her urge to chitchat. We did homework together like this a few times after.

A couple weeks later, she asked if I wanted to study with her, this time at her house. I agreed. After school, she drove us to her place. She was being her normal, lively self until we stepped inside. She seemed nervous. I looked around to see if there was anyone I should greet.

“No one’s home, actually,” she stated, a little too eagerly. That’s when I had an inkling that she might have an ulterior motive. I wrote it off, thinking my ego was getting the best of me.

We were sitting on her bedroom floor, books in our laps. I was starting to feel comfortable in the silence when she suggested we take a break. We were sitting side by side, her leg was almost touching mine. I wondered if she had been sitting that close to me the whole time.

“So are you going out with anyone?” she asked. I raised an eyebrow.

“That’s kind of random,” I laughed, “But no, I’m not. Are you?”

“No, no,” she laughed back, “I was just curious. You don’t really talk about yourself.”

“Well, what do you want to know?”

“When’d you know you liked girls?”

I didn’t answer right away. I held her gaze. She was trying to maintain her composure, feigning an innocent curiosity. But I could feel the tension underneath her seemingly carefree expression. There was a look in her eye, a subtle signal she both hoped and feared I would pick up on. I decided I was game.

“Always. I never questioned it. Guys, girls, whatever,” I answered.

She looked surprised, “Oh, you’re bi?”

“Yeah, I guess. Most people assume I’m lesbian but… ” I just shrugged.

“Do you have a preference?”

“Girls, for sure” I said, “What about you?”

“I’ve had a boyfriend but,” she hesitated, “I don’t know.”

“Is that why I’m here?” I asked, plainly. She let my question hang in the air for a little while.

“I’m sorry,” she quickly countered, “I just don’t know who to talk to about this. I thought you might be a good person to…” she trailed off and our eyes met. Her cheeks flushed and she refocused straight ahead, “but I think you confuse me.”

“Confuse you, how?”

“I don’t know,” she sounded emotional and I felt bad. The side of her leg made contact with mine. I could hear her labored breaths. We sat like that for several minutes. I rested my hand on top of hers.

“Is this okay?” I asked. She nodded. My heart hammered in my chest.

She looked at me again, her eyes pleading. I was trying to let her set the pace, but I knew she’d hit a wall.

/// “Do you want me to kiss you?” I asked. She looked at me for a few moments, like she was gearing up to rip off a bandage, and leaned in quickly to kiss me.

She was tense and breathing quite hard. Her kisses were tight-lipped, hurried, and, honestly, not good. I knew her nerves were getting the best of her. I held the sides of her face.

“It’s okay. There’s no rush.” I quietly said against her lips.

She let out a deep breath, “I’m sorry, I swear I’m better at this. I just…”

“I know. Here,” and I started to take over.

I gently kissed her bottom lip, then her top, and slowly alternated between the two until I could feel her soften in my hands. She sighed and I lightly traced the inside of her lip with my tongue. She responded by parting her lips more and kissing me back, grazing my tongue with hers.

She gained some confidence but was still hesitant to touch me. To take some pressure off, I straddled her lap. Her breathing deepened and her hands found my waist. She pulled me in close and her kisses grew hungry. I could tell how much this was turning her on and it made me ache. I decided to throw her a bone and moved her hands to feel my tits over my shirt. I’m on the smaller side, but they fit into two satisfying handfuls. She paused for a second just to squeeze them and I chuckled at her awed expression. I tried to keep my cool while she felt me up. It was making me feel some type of way though. Eventually, she pulled me in by the back of my neck to kiss her.

*I’ve mentioned/implied in my other stories that I have a strong preference to top. I’m not usually comfortable with being on the receiving end during sex. My decision to bottom is highly dependent on who my partner is/what the vibe is.*

Holly’s movements became more assertive. Since this was her first time with a girl, I wanted her to have the flexibility to explore the concept at her own pace with light guidance at first. But now that she seemed confident and into it, I decided to take the reins. I flipped us over so she was underneath me with her legs wrapped around my waist. She seemed a bit surprised but quickly understood the situation. Her hands were buried in my hair, pulling my lips to hers. I gripped her ass and rocked her hips into me. We started grinding and moaning, my pussy was soaked. After a while, she started muttering curses but before she could cum, she flipped us over so she was back on top.

She started kissing and licking my neck in a frenzy while she gripped my waist. I let out an unexpected moan. I was surprised at how easily I melted under her touch. Something about Holly made me feel more open. Something about her made me want to let her touch me. Maybe it was how earnest or gentle or attentive she was. It was like I could see the electrical activity in her brain whenever I let her touch me. I could feel how horny she got just from seeing my responses to her touch. I realized she was exactly like me. She was getting off on getting me off. Well, what happens if I also get off on getting her off? You get the hottest, most frustrating stalemate.

We made out for literally 2 or 3 (honestly maybe 4) hours. All of our clothes stayed on. We were simply too fucking feral to work out the logistics of undressing. It was hours of kissing, biting, licking all of the skin we could get to. Our hands were just gripping and groping anything we could get our hands on. She was so soft and pretty. I loved how responsive and vocal she was. I couldn’t get enough of her. And it seemed like she couldn’t get enough of me. She was making me feel kinda soft and pretty too. We kept grinding and moaning all over each other until we would get so close to cumming and then one of us would wrestle the other to regain control again. It’s odd, it wasn’t even a competitive thing. It wasn’t to avoid cumming first. We were just feeding off of each other. Every time we would edge ourselves and wrestle for the top, we got even hornier, more desperate, and everything would feel even more intense.

I felt like I was going insane. Eventually, my patience ran out and I needed to see her unravel. It was all I could think about. But, I didn’t want to touch her pussy directly with my fingers yet. We had avoided that the whole time and I figured it was because she wasn’t ready for it quite yet. Which was fine, there were many other ways to get what I wanted. We were kneeling on the floor. I grabbed her hips and pulled her to me so she was straddling one of my thighs. I had one arm snaked up her back, my hand holding the back of her neck to keep her in place. With my other hand, I gripped her hip and rocked her pussy into my thigh. She was wearing a skirt and her panties were completely soaked though. Her wetness made a mess on my jeans. Her moans came from somewhere deep. She rested her forehead against mine and kept grinding herself into my thigh desperately. It was so fucking cute and made me ache. She started to get close and I could see her thinking. I didn’t want her to think. I just wanted her to let go and feel good.

“Don’t stop,” I told her quietly, “I need to see you cum. Can you cum for me?”

She nodded. Her eyes looked so soft and warm. Like she was putting herself in my hands. Then, she came undone. I pulled her close to me as she shuddered. Her thighs tightened around mine. She kept thrusting her hips through her orgasm. The sounds she made were so fucking sexy. I was so worked up, I came right there with her. We held each other tightly as we both came down. We laughed and talked for a bit. We hung out a lot after that.

I’m gonna end this here because this post is already long. But I think I’ll write additional parts since this is only the beginning of a longer story lmao. If you got this far, thanks for reading!!!