Chapter 5: Girl Friends

Stew and his girlfriend showed up a couple hours later. His girlfriend, Amanda was a petite redhead that was on the cheer squad with Susan and Julie. Amanda and Susan had little in common. Amanda was known for using her looks to get passing grades where Susan did study. Amanda wasn’t stupid, but she figured why study when a little cleavage would do the same thing. She always said, “A little cleavage would pretty much guarantee a ‘B’ a little thigh gets you an ‘A’. And I have lots of thigh.” Whereas Susan was a virgin Amanda definitely wasn’t. She had fucked and sucked at least a quarter of the football team. In fact, she had blown Bryan just the week before she started dating Stew.

Stew and Bryan never talked about Amanda blowing Bryan. Bryan knew Stew knew about Amanda sucking on his manhood. And Stew knew Bryan knew he knew. He liked the fact Bryan never brought it up. Some of the other guys on the team that Amanda fucked let him know they’d fucked his girlfriend, first. Stew never got tired of kicking the asses of the guys that talked too much.

Stew had brought Steve along to watch the game. Steve was feeling like a fifth wheel until he saw Susan. Even in her sweats, Steve knew what was under them was extraordinary. He had watched her from the stands. Susan bounced and hopped around in her little cheer uniform during games turning him and most freshman guys on. He was determined that he would get her out of her sweats and find out all that they were hiding. He sat on the couch, next to Susan naively thinking, if he could charm her enough, she would remove her clothes for him by day’s end.

Vince came in after Stew with Stacy. Stacy was a geeky black-headed girl. She always dressed in baggy clothes and today was no different. The slight chill in the outside air had her in a sweater that was two sizes too big, and jeans made for someone thirty pounds heavier. Susan had seen Stacy in the shower, after gym class, and knew she hid a fit body, with a fabulous set of tits, bald pussy, and a dancer’s ass. Below the well-formed ass were some of the most muscular thighs she’d seen on a girl.

Vince had been at one of his sister’s dance recitals when he noticed Stacy. He realized that the geek in many of his classes was really good-looking under her baggy clothes. So he took the funny looks and comments about him dating a dumpy-looking girl. He knew the truth of what was under the frumpy clothes and removed them whenever possible. Stacy wasn’t a wild child in bed but had come a long way, from her prudish beginnings dating Vince.

Vince had tried multiple times before she let him go down on her. She’d stopped him any time he started kissing her below her belly button. She’d let him finger her clit right up to an orgasm but stopped him before the full intensity of an orgasm wracked her body. And she thought kissing him after he’d had his mouth on her pussy would be dirty. It was the same reason, she originally wouldn’t blow him, as well. It was Amanda that changed her mind. Vince and Stew had thought it was just a lot of their talking about what cum tasted like. How great it would be having a tongue buried deep in her cunt that convinced Stacy. She had finally given in to Vince, and would at least give cunnilingus a try. In reality, it was a sleepover that convinced Stacy into letting Vince go down on her and a lot more.

Amanda had asked Stacy over one Saturday for a girl’s night. Stacy agreed since she rarely got asked over to anyone’s house, being kind of a geek. She’d been dating Vince for a couple of months and Amanda had just started dating Stew. The two girls were getting to know each other better since the guys did most everything together.

Amanda had said to Stacy “Come on over on Saturday and we’ll throw the boys out and have some time for just us.”

Stacy had agreed, and during the evening, their talking had touched on a little bit of everything. They discussed parents, teachers, school, what they wanted to do after school, and talked about their boyfriends many times. Late in the evening as they were getting ready for bed the talk had gone to their boyfriends and sex. Amanda was completely honest with Stacy, “You know Vince ask Stew to ask me to talk to you about oral sex.”

Stacy jokingly replied, “That sounds so grade school doesn’t it.”

“Yes, it does. So forget it”

Stacy, over the course of the night, had realized that she really liked Amanda. That the redhead wasn’t just a dumb cheerleader. She did have a brain and a great sense of humor. Stacy continued getting her nightshirt out and inquired, “No. Give me your best shot. Convince me that it’s not horrible and gross.”

Amanda had realized something about Stacy throughout the evening. She was a bashful clean freak. She watched with amusement as Stacy turned her back to her taking off her shirt. Underneath her shirt was a utilitarian white bra. She quickly removed the undergarment and put on the heavy nightshirt. The shirt was designed to prevent any idea of what the wearer looked like underneath it. She then neatly folded her removed shirt and bra and put them aside.

Amanda started, “You do know, I’ve got a set of tits too. So I know what they look like. You don’t have to try and hide them.” With that Amanda removed her own shirt and lacy bra and tossed them across the room. She was completely unabashed at her own C-cup breast that looked monstrous on her small frame. Stacy immediately diverted her eyes from the breast that were now completely uncovered.

“Yes, I know you do.” Deflecting the conversation off herself Stacy added, “And they’re much larger than mine.”

“I guess,” Amanda picked up the right one in her hand. It well overflowed her small hand. “But they are just tits. But I guess I’m lucky in that I can suck on them when Stew is not around.” With that, she placed her lips around the upraised nipple.

An astounded Stacy only stammered “Well ... Ok”

Amanda let the now hardened nipple from her mouth and looked at Stacy as she continued turning bright red from embarrassment. “Hey if you can’t suck you, who can” she joked. She proceeded to remove her jeans and bikini panties and walk naked past, Stacy, to her dresser, getting a T-shirt out of it. “Oh, normally I sleep naked, but you don’t look like you’d be good with that so I’ll put on a shirt at least.”

“Thanks, it’s not that I’m a prude or anything, I just don’t spend any time naked. I’m always afraid someone will see me.” Stacy said as she tried removing her own jeans without letting Amanda see anything that was under them.

“Well, we’ve all seen you in the shower at school.” Amanda pressed still holding the t-shirt against her chest.

“I know. I like getting it late enough where everyone else isn’t around or looking.” Stacy said turning even more crimson, noticing Amanda was still completely naked.

“I can’t speak for the other girls. But I’ve looked. And you do a good job of hiding a very sexy body under your normal attire.” Further, proving she’d seen Stacy naked she asked, “And what is it with the fully shaved cunt? A previous boyfriend ask you to do that? I keep mine nice and trimmed. But I keep it there, if for no other reason than to prove that I don’t dye my hair. It’s natural.” Amanda waved her hand past her pubic hair like a game show host showing off the prizes as she extended out her pelvis.

Trying to act unphased by the revelation people were looking at her naked in the shower, and the exhibitionist showing off her auburn pussy hair. Stacy answered, “No ... no boyfriend. Actually, Vince is the first boy to even touch me down there. And I don’t let him see my coochy. He just puts his hand down my panties. I don’t like the idea of anything getting caught in the hair. So I shaved it from the minute I started having any grow down there. It all just seemed so unsanitary.”

Amanda rebutted, “It’s not unsanitary. The only thing I think I ever get in mine is a little pussy cream from getting myself off or spit from getting eaten out or cum from fucking. It’s a small price to pay for the pleasures. Which gets us back to the original thing of why don’t you let Vince go down on you? Nothing beats a tongue lashing bringing on an orgasm. No pregnancy to worry about or small cock not meeting your needs. Just a glorious tongue and lips bringing on nirvana. I kind of understand, not giving blow jobs and all. But, I like doing that, too. There’s something about the taste and feel of warm cum I like. Plus there’s the feel of a cock pulsing in my mouth. Knowing I’ve full power over the guy is great.”

Stacy was taken aback by Amanda’s openness to her own ideas about oral sex. She replied, “I guess I could see having Vince go down on me if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d then want to kiss me on the mouth afterward. And not having brushed his teeth. That’d be just too gross. And blowing him is just out of the question. He pees out of that dick.”

“Yes, he does. And he’s likely planning on putting that dick in you and fucking you with it at some point, too. If you date him long enough, you’ll probably let him.” Amanda replied. She continued, “And you don’t have to let him kiss you afterward. If that is all that is preventing you from letting him go down on you. I say tell him not to kiss you after he is done.”

“Well, that, and what if I don’t like it?” Stacy questioned

Amanda couldn’t believe that last question. She obviously would have to change Stacy’s mind one way or another. While she’d never been with a girl before she had in the past wondered what it’d be like. The taste of another girl’s pussy on her tongue, the feel of her lips on another woman’s pussy lips. She, also, liked the idea of breaking another girl’s cherry of sorts. Plus if she could get such a repressed girl losing her inhibitions, it could be amazing.

With her decision made, Amanda pounced. She threw the t-shirt she’d been holding through the whole conversation at Stacy’s face and pushed her back on the bed. Before Stacy had time to realize what was happening, she heard Amanda say, “Don’t worry you’ll love it. And I’ll not kiss you afterward.” With that Amanda’s head and hands went under the oversized nightshirt.

With a hand, Amanda moved the plain white cotton underwear off her target. Being unprepared for any of what was happening to her, Stacy wasn’t at all stimulated. The un-aroused state of Stacy wasn’t a deterrent for Amanda. She placed her mouth on the smooth pussy, knowing right where all the hot spots on another female body were. It was natural Amanda would know what would turn on another girl. So she immediately ran her tongue up Stacy’s slit.

When Stacy finally realized what was happening, she was horrified. Her new friend had her lips glued to her cunt. Yet despite the disgust, she felt the warm tongue parting her pussy lips. It electrified her mind. She resisted for a second by squeezing down with her strong thighs, on Amanda’s head. Followed by a shocked and loud “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?”