Lesbian Love: Virgins and Cheerleaders

by Jacqui Knight

  “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Sarah?”

  I whirled around. Molly Zelinski, wearing a triumphant smile. “I thought there was something funny about you, dear. You were just too good to be true. Who do you work for?”

  I shook my head. “No, you’ve got it wrong. My cousin is a teaching student, he wanted to know what the layout of the lab looked like, so I said I’d take some pictures for him.”

  “Really. So you picked the lock of two separate doors just so that you could take some pictures?”

  “Yes, that’s right.”

  Matt Phillips appeared in the doorway. “We’ll have to take her somewhere Molly, what do you suggest?”

  “Take her down to the boiler room, Matt. There’s a room down there where no-one goes, we can lock her in there until we decide what to do.”

  “Hey, you can’t just kidnap me for Christ’s sake, the cops will be all over you, the FBI, too.”

  They ignored me and I was grabbed from behind by Phillips, then a pungent smelling cloth was pressed over my mouth and I felt my knees wobbling, then everything went dark.

  I woke up in a room that was very dim. The only light came from a small, thick, armored glass window set high in the wall. My arms and legs were bound, the door looked solid. I’d have screamed for help, but they’d fastened a piece of cloth over my mouth as a gag. I lay there thinking about what they would do to me, it was certain that it wouldn’t be anything good. Would they kill me? Yes, probably, they knew that the second I left I’d report them to the cops. I needed to escape, that was the bottom line, the only solution. I felt my bonds, they seemed to be solid, thin, strong rope. So I needed something to cut them. I looked around the floor, there was nothing immediately obvious that would do the trick so I started moving awkwardly across the room, hunting for anything that might help. Irrelevantly I worried about ruining my pantyhose as I slid across the floor, then smiled to myself, what a stupid thought. If I ever got out of here alive, that would be all that mattered. Fuck the pantyhose. Then I heard the mutter of voices from the other side of the door. I lay there waiting for them to come into the basement room, but the door remained closed.

  After a few minutes, I heard the sound of low moans, a giggle, then a scream. The murmur of low voices. Christ, they were screwing out there, but who was it? It could only be a couple of the kids. I squirmed over to the door and started kicking it, the moans kept going, then there was a high pitched scream, well at least someone was enjoying themselves. The sounds died away. It was my only chance. I brought up my legs and kicked the door with my bound feet, again and again. Nothing. Surely they’d heard. I kept going, a rhythmic banging that should have been unmistakable. At last I heard someone shout.

  “Is someone in there?”

  I banged again with my feet and tried to shout but there was only a gurgle. I kept banging, then mercifully the door opened. It was Andrew Dean, the football player. Behind him stood my cheerleading companion, Lyndsey Milner.

  “Fuck, is that Sarah?”

  I nodded my head and gurgled.

  “Help her out, Andrew,” Lyndsey shouted. She ran towards me and untied my gag. “What the hell happened to you?”

  As she was speaking, Andrew was untying the ropes that bound my wrists and ankles. I told them about Matt Phillips and Molly Zelinski.

  “Jesus Christ, are you sure?”

  “Yep, there’s no doubt, they’re running a drugs ring here in the school, processing the materials in the chemistry lab, it’s the perfect cover. If you hadn’t turned up they would have killed me.”

  They were skeptical. “Oh, I don’t know, Sarah, that’s a bit of a stretch, they may cook up a bit of meth but murder? I don’t believe it.”

  “What about Katie Ginsberg? They killed her.”

  “Katie? She died from a drug overdose,” Lyndsey said.

  I told her about Katie’s father and his search for the truth about his daughter’s death, about her suspecting Matt Phillips shortly before she was killed. They weren’t convinced.

  “Nope, I don’t believe it, sorry,” Lyndsey said. “They wouldn’t do anything like that. Let’s get you out of here, you need to get yourself cleaned up. How about a coffee in the cafeteria and we can talk about it?”

  I smiled. “Yeah, that would be great.”

  I kept a wary eye open for Phillips and Zelinski, but they were nowhere to be seen. I sat with Lyndsey and Andrew went and bought the coffees. I told them more of what I’d found out, but they were shaking their heads. I saw them glancing at each other.

  “What is it with you two, what aren’t you telling me about Zelinski and Phillips?”

  The glanced at each other again. Andrew shrugged. “You may as well tell her, Lyndsey.”

  “Matt took some photos of me when I was at one of his parties,” she said.

  “What kind of pictures, are they embarrassing?”

  She flushed red. “Yeah, just a bit. Let’s say I was engaged in oral sex at the time.”

  “Oh, I see. With Andrew?”

  She looked down at the ground. “Yeah, Andrew. And about half a dozen others.”

  “Right. And neither you nor the other boys want them made public? I can understand that.”

  “It wasn’t just boys.”

  Now it was clear. A girl sucking dick was one thing, she’d look pretty cheap if the pictures ever got out. Everyone’s fear these days was of that kind of smut being circulated on the internet. And if the pictures were of Lyndsey sucking off boys and girls, shit, she’d be ruined. Her folks would put her in rehab, or a convent.

  I asked them to come with me while I went out of school, I was still worried about Phillips and Zelinski grabbing me again. I’d considered going to the headmaster, Seth Grayden. He was a hard, tough but fair minded man, someone who would listen. But listen to what? They would have moved the raw materials and equipment out as soon as they’d finished locking me in the basement, they weren’t total fools. It would be my word against theirs, and it was clear that neither Andrew nor Lyndsey would back me up. As we walked out, Lyndsey asked me if I was a cop.

  “No, I’m not, I’m just someone who was asked by Katie’s dad to try and find out who killed his daughter. Don’t say anything to the other cheerleaders, Lyndsey, or to anyone else. I’ll sort it out myself, but let them think that everything is just as normal.”

  “Sure, I can do that. What about Matt and Miss Zelinski?”

  “Stalemate, I’m afraid. They know that I know and they know I can’t prove it, so I’ll have to keep looking and watch my back.”

  “So you’re coming into school tomorrow?”

  “You’re damn right I am.”

  When I got home I phoned Morgan to bring him up to date.

  “Sarah, you’d better pull out, those bastards could have killed you.”

  “No, I’m ok, they won’t touch me again now that it’s all out in the open, but I don’t know how I can get the evidence you need. I took pictures on my cellphone but they took it off me, it’s long gone.”

  “We’ll need to do this the old fashioned way then,” he said.

  “What’s that, Morgan?”

  “We’ll get them to admit it.”

  I pressed him for more on how he was going to achieve that, it didn’t seem possible, but he wouldn’t say anymore. “It’s giving away my trade secrets. I’ll get a new cellphone sent over tonight, I’ve got a courier who’ll deliver it for me. You’ll find some other goodies in the package, check them all out and make sure you use them. Take care now, Sarah, you’re doing great, I don’t want to lose you. I’d prefer you never went near the place again, but if you insist at least I’ll do my best to cover you.”

  We hung up. I couldn’t of course tell him the real reason for not wanting to give up on the school. Of course it was professional pride that dictated that I finish the job and get the bastards who killed Katie Ginsberg. But feminine emotion was dictating that I had to see Alexis again, my body craved for her
touch, the smell of her, that lovely, warm smile that was for me alone.

  Chapter Eight

  I went back to Fleming the following day. Lyndsey had kept her promise and said nothing and I was able to carry on as if nothing had happened. Zelinski and Phillips looked at me strangely when they saw me, they were obviously surprised that the cops hadn’t come busting in when they found I had escaped but there was little they could do about it now. After our cheerleading practice we went back into the showers and had almost the most electrifying sex session imaginable. Ok, not quite as glorious as the double ender at the party when the hefty dose of coke sent me spinning into orbit, but it was pretty amazing. The seven of us formed a circle and alternately lay down, knelt down or stood up so that every one of us had a tasty part of the other to enjoy. Lisa had the strap on rammed into my ass, my tongue was exploring Alexis’s cunt. She tasted good too, musky, spicy, the taste of sex. Pretty soon I felt myself heading to a climax as the dildo rammed in and out of me, the taste in my mouth driving me insane with the delicious taste and scent of my lover. Then I did come, I was the first and the others followed and the shower room echoed to the sound of female orgasms as we held onto each other, hot and excited, sated by the sex.

  Schooldays rushed past, classrooms, gossiping in the cafeteria, hockey and cheerleading on the field. Fucking in the showers and trying to convince myself that I wasn’t really a lesbian, although I was beginning to doubt it. My desire to make out with a boy was waning and my feelings for Alexis were strengthening every day. I worked hard to get Julia on my side, I was convinced that her hatred of the cheerleaders would be useful so I sat next to her in class as much as possible and sometimes ate with her in the cafeteria. I thought about leveling with her, it couldn’t do any harm. At least I could give her an indication of what I was looking for, although not that I was a private dick, five years older than her.

  “Jesus, Sarah, you don’t say. You’re looking at the death of Katie Ginsberg?”

  “Yep, I am. I had to move schools anyway and when her dad found out I was coming here he asked me look around and see what I could find out.”

  I spent some time outlining what I was looking for.

  “Julia, this is all highly confidential, can I rely on you to keep quiet about it?”

  She nodded. “Of course you can, I’d like to help you if I could, is there anything I can do?

  I asked her to keep her eyes open for anything drug related in the school, especially if it led back to Phillips or Zelinski. When I’d finished explaining I felt as if a load was off my mind, I had an ally that was not part of the Matt Phillips party group. Much as I loved Alexis and was close to the other cheerleaders, I couldn’t rely on them to do anything that would threaten their parties with the virtually unlimited supply of drugs. Even as I thought it, I was reminded of Alexis fucking me while I held the vibrator in my cunt, then put coke under my nose and took me out beyond the stars.

  “Are you ok, Sarah, you looked as if something was bothering you?”

  “I’m fine, thanks.” Bloody hell, was I that obvious?

  On Saturday I fixed up to take Gale to the gay bar. I’d never been to one before myself, but I did have, yeah, admit it, Sarah, some experience of lesbian sex. The cab picked me up and dropped me off outside the building, called Hom. Gale was waiting for me dressed in a decent floral dress, she looked fine but it was not something I would have worn to an exotic place like this. She took one look at me and her jaw dropped.

  “Sarah? Christ, that’s a different look.”

  I grinned. “Yeah, I thought it might turn a few heads.”

  I’d bought myself a leather hobble skirt in glossy black that tapered down to my knees. Fishnet stockings, high heeled boots and a sheer silk blouse that was virtually see through. And there was plenty to see, I’d deliberately left my bra off and the shape of my nipples stood out prominently and clearly under the blouse. A studded collar was fastened around my neck and I’d made my makeup especially garish, dark red lipstick, hair plastered flat on my head with gel and eyes ringed with thick mascara so that they looked twice their normal size. I was wearing my cropped leather jacket over the blouse and carrying a tiny, Gucci purse in black patent leather.

  We went into the club, found a table and ordered drinks. Gale was looking around with an expression of awe on her face, she could hardly believe what she was seeing. Men with men, women with women, laughing, chatting, drinking, kissing, groping, dancing, I had to admit it was bizarre.

  “Have you ever seen anything like this before?” she asked me with an excited look.

  I shook my head, but of course it wasn’t quite true. I’d experienced something rather more erotic than anything in this room under the school showers on several occasions, but some things were best kept quiet. Almost straight away a girl hit on me, asking me to dance and I told her I was with Gale.

  “Sarah, there’s no need, I’m much older than you. You look hot, you’re going to get lots of people asking you to dance so go ahead, I’ll be fine.”

  I said ok, but before I could say anything further another girl came and asked me to dance. As I was getting up she was undressing me with her eyes, it was quite an experience. She held me tight to her on the dance floor and as the music went on, caressed me all over, my tits, my neck and dropping her hands down to my crotch, I guess she could feel my hot arousal even through the leather of my skirt. She told me her name was Gina and she wanted to fuck me, what did I think?

  “Thanks Gina, I’m touched. Literally,” I grinned. “But not right now, I need to get back to my friend. Maybe next time.”

  She nodded and I went back to Gale, who was still awestruck by the girl almost undressing me on the dance floor.

  “What did she want?” she asked. “I saw her talking to you.”

  “She wanted to fuck me, Gale. I said maybe later.”

  She opened her mouth wide. “Oh, my God, really?”

  “Sure, why not. What did you think this place was, a convent?”

  She smiled. “I guess not. I think of you these days in that ditzy little uniform, the tartan miniskirt and the cheerleading dress and it doesn’t fit with the way you look tonight.”

  There was a roll of drums that interrupted her and we looked at the stage.

  “Ladies and Gentlemen, for educational purposes only, a lesson in the gentle art of massage.”

  We looked up, Gale was slightly disappointed. “That doesn’t sound very erotic.”

  I laughed. “Wait for it.”

  A girl came on the stage carrying a huge dildo shaped vibrator. She was licking it and then she sucked it, paying homage to its fascinating eroticism. The room was still. She held it up and looked at the audience, licking her lips and smiling, a secret, knowing smile. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her short skirt. Gale gasped, the girl on the stage she wasn’t wearing any panties of course, as I’d expected. She held the hem of her skirt up in one hand and with the other brought the vibrator down and pointed at her vagina. Then she pushed it in, slowly, exaggerating every step, twisting it to push it in more easily, then finally its vast length had all but disappeared inside her. I looked down, Gale was gripping my arm in unconscious fascination with what she was doing.

  Then she started to fuck herself, slowly at first, pushing the dildo in and out of her cunt. The microphone was switched on and we could hear her breathing clearly, then a small moan as the device touched something sensitive. She started to fuck herself faster, there was an urgency now, she was moaning, panting, we could hear every sound over the speakers. I looked down, Gale had her other hand under the hem of her own dress and was moving it rhythmically, she couldn’t help herself. Faster and faster went the girl, faster and faster went Gale, they were both moaning with ecstasy overcome by the power of their masturbation, the groaning became louder, then a shriek echoed around the bar and the woman writhed and moaned with the power of her climax, beside me Gale had come too, her moans and wails almost in synchronization with t
he ones coming from the stage. Both women’s eyes were closed tightly as they savored the release of sexual tension, then they flicked open. There was a roar of applause and the woman went off stage. Gale realized only then what she’d done and flushed scarlet. “Oh my God, Sarah, I can’t believe it. Oh Christ, in public.”

  I smiled to try and make her feel at ease. “You and a few more, don’t worry about it.”

  “Yeah, but, oh dear. Have you ever done anything like that?”

  “Me? Yep, sure. It’s better with one in the ass at the same time, though.”

  Her eyes widened again. “No, surely you haven’t? Oh, dear.”

  “Gale, you need a girl friend, someone to show you how the world works.”

  “But, I don’t know, what if...”

  “What if nothing. If a girl asks you to dance, go with it and see how things develop. You never know, you could meet someone nice.”

  Within minutes I was dancing again, when I came back to the table Gale had gone and I could see she was up dancing with a tasty looking girl of about her own age, around thirty. They seemed to be all over each other too, good. Then Alexis came into the club with Patrick. They saw me at once and came over, we hugged and kissed. Alexis and I held hands, I was with my lover.

  “Sarah, what are you doing in here?” she said.

  I told her about Gale and me bringing her here so that she could explore the lesbian scene.

  “You look great,” she said. “Totally gorgeous, are you going totally dyke then?”