Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2022 23:26:22 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Another Cheerleader Story Part 1 This is a work of lesbian fiction. None of the characters ever existed. If you are offended by lesbian stories involving underage girls, please read no further. (Lesbian Adult Youth, Lesbian High School) >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Angie Mara was a popular 16-year-old cheerleader at Wilson High School in one of the smaller beach communities of San Diego County. A 5'6" honey blonde with athletic features, Angie was popular with both boys and girls for her kindness and willingness to help others with their schoolwork. Angie's parents had divorced when she was very young, and she rarely saw her father who relocated in New Hampshire. Angie's mother had married Dr. Vincent Bucco when Angie was 10-years-old. A widower, Dr. Bucco brought his 6-year-old daughter, Christine, with him into the new family. Despite their age differences, the two girls got along amicably from day one. While Angie was more into sports, and was admittedly a bit of a "princess," Christine had always been a tomboy. Christine enjoyed skateboarding, and was usually dressed in shorts, a plaid long-sleeve shirt, and a backwards cap to hold back her long, dark hair. With a doctor and a corporate accountant as parents, the girls were afforded an affluent lifestyle in Southern California, but the tradeoff was that their parents often worked long hours and traveled frequently. Angie, despite her apparent popularity, tended to be a loner. While she had scores and scores of friendly acquaintances, she lacked intimate friends. Angie was very studious and highly driven to get into a top-tier college. As Christine's older stepsister, Angie simply fell into the practice of looking after the youngster after school. Angie didn't mind, and it had become routine between the two stepsisters. Well, it wasn't just Christine that Angie ended up looking after. Christine's best friend was a 13-year-old surfer girl named Vanessa Scott, and the two girls were inseparable. The pair had met when Christine was 6 and Vanessa was 7. Christine had a hard time pronouncing Vanessa, so it came out as "Nessa," and it stuck. Even Vanessa's parents eventually began calling her Nessa. The two junior high school girls were pretty, each in their own ways. Christine was dark-haired and olive skinned. The 12-year-old had a pretty smile, and a slender, attractive body with long, tan legs. Nessa, despite her 13-years, was fit and muscular from paddling a surfboard. Her most prominent feature was her long, golden hair that went down to the middle of her back. Living at the beach, the two teens were usually dressed for warm weather in just shorts and "belly shirts." Maturing physically, both girls were now beginning to receive attention from junior high school boys. As Nessa was such a frequent presence in her house, Angie looked at the pretty blonde as almost another sibling. Nessa and Angie somewhat looked alike, and both were amused when people assumed that they were sisters, and not Christine and Angie. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Returning home from cheer practice, Angie found Christine and Nessa sitting on the couch eating snacks and watching TV. It had been a particularly hot day and practice had been hard. Angie was sweat-soaked, and wearing just a small pair of tight, black dance shorts, and a "Wilson Song" t-shirt that was tied just below her full 34-B breasts. Always pleasant, Angie tried to engage the two younger girls in conversation as she thirstily powered down a bottle of spring water. Angie noticed that something was odd with Nessa. It was like she couldn't look at Angie without averting her eyes. And when she tried to talk it came out as a nervous stutter. To be truthful, Angie had seem similar behavior since the 13-year-old had hit puberty. Could it be a schoolgirl crush? Angie was amused by it, but didn't give it any deeper thought as she walked up the stairs to take a shower. "I hope you two have done your homework," Angie said as a parting thought. Removing her sweaty t-shirt, Angie was standing in her bedroom wearing a sports bra and shorts when her cell phone rang. It was a handsome boy from school, but Angie very politely turned down his offer of a date, saying that she really had to knuckle down and study for an upcoming trigonometry test. She hoped that she wasn't mean. She was simply not interested in the boy. As she clicked off her phone, Angie noticed two blue eyes and a sliver of blonde hair appearing in her mirror. Angie couldn't believe it. Nessa was peeping on her! Pretending that she hadn't noticed the 13-year-old in the mirror, Angie decided to put on a show. Stretching her arms and yawning, she gave the pretty, blonde surfer girl an unobstructed view of her breasts in the tight black sports bra. Angie clutched both of her large breasts pretending to adjust them in the bra. Slowly, Angie squeezed the sports bra over her head, revealing her firm, young breasts. Angie's skin was tan due to her forays at the beach, but her breasts were a lighter shade due to her bikini top. As an extra treat for the poorly concealed teenager, Angie rubbed her pink nipples before lowering her dance shorts. Angie thought she heard an appreciative thud in the hallway. Wearing only a thong, Angie walked to the bathroom door to take a shower. Angie smiled to herself. She'd given little Nessa quite an eyeful that afternoon. As she soaped her naked body, Angie thought to herself, "I've known Nessa nearly all of her life. I wonder when this came on?" Angie had never thought of her stepsister's BFF in this way before, but her fingers found her pussy as she imagined the fit little surfer chick naked in the shower with her, and that she was massaging Nessa's budding breasts. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> On Friday there was a school assembly scheduled. There was no game that night, but the song girls had worn their uniforms to school that day as they were performing a skit at the assembly. Like many other high school cheer and song squads, their uniforms consisted of very short pleated skirts, and a cutaway at the midriff to show off their flat stomachs and belly buttons. Many a boy masturbated to the mental image of Angie and the other teenage girls in their tiny outfits as they twirled, jumped, and danced. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> With school over, Angie corralled her books and laptop and placed them in the back of her white, late-model BMW sedan. With no game or practice that afternoon, Angie had time to kill before she had to be home. Christine had told her that morning that she would be having dinner and sleeping over at Nessa's. As the two girls were always back and forth between their two houses, this gave Angie a few hours to kill, so she thought that she would visit her favorite teacher, Miss Morrison. Angie drove inland for about fifteen minutes to the neighboring city of Rancho Santa Fe. Parking on the street, Angie walked to the door of the familiar light pink duplex. Built in the 1950's, it was small but comfortable. The pretty 16-year-old was still wearing her royal blue and white Wilson high school cheer uniform. Actually, it was a song girl uniform. and the word "Warriors" was printed boldly in white script across Angie's full chest. Angie's short, pleated skirt barely covered her youthful ass, as it swayed seductively as she bounded up the stairs and knocked on the door. Miss Taylor Morrison was expecting her visitor, and beckoned Angie inside. Entering the duplex, Angie was immediately pressed against the now-closed front door. The two began to French kiss passionately. Miss Morrison's hands seemed to have a mind of their own as they rubbed and caressed Angie's young body. Miss Morrison placed both hands beneath Angie's cheer skirt. as she firmly seized both of the 16-year-old's firm butt cheeks through her soft royal-blue cheer Spanks. Miss Morrison was a popular Spanish teacher at Wilson High. A pretty, 5'7" brunette, she had been a swimmer in college... and an active lesbian, known for seducing straight girls and lesbians alike. At 36, she still maintained her slender, athletic body, and had managed to entice more than a few of her high school pupils into her bed during the intervening years. Unsurprisingly, Miss Morrison had never been married, and she and Angie had begun their clandestine affair when Angie was just a freshman, not much older than Christine and Nessa were at the time. Now that Angie was able to drive, and had her own car, their trysts could be more frequent and easier to facilitate. Angie had known that she was attracted solely to girls since she was very young, and had begun masturbating to internet images of some of the pretty girls that she watched on the Disney Channel, like Selena Gomez and Dove Cameron. Miss Morrison had a "thing" for cheerleaders, and so Angie had intentionally worn her uniform that day. Still leaning against the door, Angie jumped up a little and wrapped her solid legs around Miss Morrison's waist as they continued to lustily kiss. Angie was carried into the bedroom by the siren-like older woman. Placed gently on the large bed, Miss Morrison lifted Angie's skirt and removed her blue cheer Spanks. The teacher gazed at her beautiful prize and said, "Mara, I've missed you." Angie's 16-year-old pussy was mostly clean-shaven, but for a small blonde landing strip. Not willing to wait for any preliminaries, Miss Morrison descended upon her with an eager tongue. Angie's white Nike sneakers waved in the air as the older woman greedily devoured her young pussy. For her part, Angie held on to Miss Morrison's head, making every effort for the older woman to reach deeper and deeper with her agile tongue. With school, games, and cheer practice, the pair had been unable to hook up for a couple of months. The built-up sexual frustration was at last unleashed, and Miss Morrison brought the teenager to a spasmodic orgasm. Miss Morrison lifted Angie's cheer top. The older woman was surprised to see that Angie was not wearing a bra. Miss Morrison took both breasts into her strong hands and began to forcefully caress them before attending to them with her eager mouth. Angie groaned in pleasure as she stroked her still-dressed former Spanish teacher. Angie sat up on the bed and began to completely undress. Miss Morrison did the same until the two were in a tender naked embrace. Holding each other, they professed how much their time together meant to each of them. Angie began kissing Miss Morrison as she fondled the teacher's 36-C breasts. No longer a competitive swimmer, Miss Morrison had her natural A-cup breasts enhanced for the pleasure of her young partners. Making her way between the older woman's legs, Angie began seductively and slowly pumping her pelvis against Miss Morrison's pussy from the missionary position. The small slapping sound increased as Angie amplified her force with each new thrust. All of this was to "prime the well," so to speak, as Angie repositioned herself so that her pretty, blonde head was now between the 36-year-old's legs. Angie had been eating Miss Morrison's pussy since she was a skinny freshman, and had now become expert in servicing the older teacher. With her head shaking like a Dervish, Angie invested every bit of energy into her wriggling tongue, and brought Miss Morrison to multiple orgasms. Angie wiped her cum-filled mouth with satisfaction. Producing a bolster from her closet, the older woman pronounced, "I know what you want!" She was right. Angie leapt up in excitement, and crawled across the bolster, which raised her firm, naked backside upwards. Kissing Angie's solid, athletic legs, Miss Morrison began spreading Angie's firm butt cheeks wide. Miss Morrison began vigorously feasting on the 16-year-old's young, pink pussy with her experienced tongue. Reaching for a small, nearby dildo, the teacher alternated between inserting it in Angie's pussy and her anus. With the teenager sufficiently primed, Miss Morrison stiffened her tongue and mined deeply into Angie's small, pink, rosebud. Angie moaned in satisfaction as Miss Morrison used her tongue, the dildo, and her fingers to satisfy the pretty, blonde teenager. 16-year-old song girl, Angie Mara, had an anal fetish. As the pair lay naked on the bed, Miss Morrison fondled Angie's tan breasts as they talked about life. Somehow Nessa came into the conversation. Angie admitted that she had recently become very desirous of the 13-year-old Lolita. Miss Morrison said, "I'm the last one who should be cautioning you about underage girls, but please be very careful." Angie stroked her pussy as she imagined her head between Nessa's slender legs. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> > Several nights later, Christine walked into Angie's room. It was a warm evening, and both girls were dressed in just tank tops and panties. Angie was reading a textbook when Christine asked to talk to her. Christine looked a little disturbed, so Angie put down her book and beckoned her 7th grade stepsister to join her on the bed. "What's the matter?" Angie asked thoughtfully. "It's Nessa," Christine replied. "What? Is she O.K.?" Angie asked, concerned. "No, it's nothing like that," Christine quickly replied. "It's just... just... Nessa likes girls." "How do you know?" Angie asked. "Well," said Christine. "We were watching 'Cobra Kai' on NetFlix, and Nessa started talking about how hot Peyton List was, and that she'd like to suck on her pussy." "What did you say?" Angie asked. "Nothing," Christine said plainly. "It's funny, because of the skater clothes, one or two bitches have accused me of being a dyke." "Would that be so bad?" Angie asked. "I suppose not," Christine replied, "But I'm not... I think boys are cute. Billy Johnson has started talking to me lately." "Well," asked Angie. "Is this going to make you like Nessa any less?" "No. I don't think so," Christine answered honestly. "Then, problem solved," said the older stepsister. Christine nodded her head in agreement, and gave Angie a quick, sisterly peck on the cheek. Angie smiled as she watched Christine's cute butt jiggle in her panties as she bounded out of the room. Angie admonished herself as she watched the 12-year-old skipped away: "Angie, don't you even think about it!" >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> It was a Saturday afternoon, and Angie had the whole day and the whole house to herself. Christine and their parents had made the long drive to Ojai to visit Dr. Bucco's only sister, Sharon. Angie liked "Aunt Sharon" well enough, but she had begged off on the trip citing "too much homework." Angie's stepfather admired her academic discipline, and hoped that she would some day follow in his footsteps as a physician. The 16-year-old cracked the books hard in the morning, then chose to take a break. It was bright, cloudless, spring afternoon. Rather than walking the three blocks to the beach, Angie thought she'd simply get some sun in the backyard. Putting on a very skimpy, black string bikini, Angie slathered her young body with SPF40 sunscreen so that she would avoid a burn. The teenager pulled out a chaise lounge and strategically placed it to face the sun. Not one to totally neglect her studies. she also brought out a textbook. About 45 minutes later there was a clicking sound at the back gate, Nessa emerged. She was wearing a wet suit. and carrying a nearly 7' surfboard. Seeing a nearly naked Angie lounging in the backyard, Nessa sputtered: "I rang the doorbell but nobody answered. I saw your car, so I knew that someone was home. Is Christine here?" Angie's family lived several blocks closer to the beach than Nessa's family. Nessa would often stop by on the way home from the beach to take a shower and change clothes. She was such a part of the family that no one thought much of it. Nessa and Christine even permanently kept clothes at the other's home. "I'm sorry, Nessa," Angie answered, "Christine went with my folks to her Aunt Sharon's house. She probably won't be back until late." Oh, dang! That's right. She mentioned that. No worries," and with that the cute, blonde teen flipped her long ponytail, and turned to walk home. "Wait," said Angie. "Come and keep me company." Angie scooched to make room for the slender 13-year-old on the chaise lounge. Patting the place beside her for Nessa. "The suit's kinda funky," said Nessa. "So, take it off," replied Angie. "Come here. I'll unzip you." Angie stood up and got behind Nessa to unzip the black wet suit. The suit cut off above the knees and was short-sleeved. Small, tantalizing bumps protruded on Nessa's chest. Unzipping the suit, Nessa was wearing a red, once-piece bathing suit, similar to those worn on Baywatch. While Nessa had the blonde hair, she most certainly didn't have Pamela Anderson's mammoth breasts. Nessa did have a funky smell from the neoprene suit and the salt water. Angie laughingly grabbed a garden hose to rinse the 13-year-old off. Both girls splashed each other with the hose, giggling. Angie's hand briefly brushed against one of Nessa's little breasts as they wrestled for the hose. Both girls were wet as sat on the chaise lounge. Angie put her arm around Nessa and said in a serious tone, "You know I love you, and you can tell me anything." Angie looked at the young girl intently. Their faces were only inches away from each other. A look of surprise came across Nessa's face. She gulped, and asked: "Did Christine tell you?" Angie gave a slight nod. "You know it doesn't change anything?" Angie squeezed the teen's shoulder towards her until their heads touched. Nessa sighed with relief. Angie looked at the young girl lying next to her from head-to-toe. Her pretty blonde hair was scrunched in a ponytail, and her slender, young body was gloriously tan from the sun. Nessa's small breasts only made small bumps in her swimsuit, but her legs were long for her torso, and she looked to Angie like a little beach goddess. "You know, I'm glad that you came over today. You've seemed so distant in the last year or so. I was wondering if I'd done anything wrong?" Angie asked. "No. No," Nessa assured the older girl. Angie turned her body towards Nessa. Nessa's chest began to heave as Angie's tan, bikinied body nestled against her frame. "That's good," said Angie, "Because I'd never purposely do anything to upset you." Angie placed a finger lovingly on Nessa's lower lip. "Can I ask you another question?" said Angie. Not waiting for an answer, Angie continued: "Do you think I'm pretty?" Nessa was speechless. Unable to answer, she briefly nodded her head up and down. Angie continued with her interrogation: "Do you think I'm as pretty as Peyton List?" Both girls let out a little giggle. Angie was continuing to hug the young teenager with one hand, while her free hand began to roam across Nessa's red bathing suit. Nessa's eyes were transfixed on the 16-year-old's hand Angie first circled Nessa's flat stomach, then moved to gently touch her small, young breasts. Nessa appeared to be hyperventilating when Angie began to softly kiss the young girl. "Would you like to go inside?" Angie asked. Nessa nodded. Holding Nessa's hand, the two bathing suited teens opened the screen door. Angie wanted to make sure that the 13-year-old had a complete understanding of the situation, Angie stopped and looked Nessa squarely in the eye. "Are you 100% sure about this?" Angie asked. Nessa nodded, putting her hands around Angie's bare waist. Angie asked again: "O.K. We can fuck, but no one needs to know about this... especially Christine." Again, Nessa nodded, her eyes cast down on her feet. The pair walked up the stairs to Angie's bedroom. Angie couldn't keep her hands off of the little nymphet, and squeezed Nessa's small, muscled ass. Angie took off her black bikini top, and offered her 34-B breasts to Nessa. Nessa initially approached them as if they were Kryptonite. After her first tentative touch, she began to caress and knead them in wide-eyed wonder. Nessa thought to herself, "How many times have I dreamed of playing with Angie's boobs?" Nessa was still wearing her red, one-piece, Baywatch bathing suit. Angie reached for the arms of the suit and lowered it to Nessa's waist. Nessa's boobs were small, pink, pointy, and gorgeous! They seemed to be sprouting like flowers from Nessa's otherwise flat chest. Nessa involuntarily groaned with delight as Angie was able to bring them whole into her mouth. Nessa stroked Angie's blonde hair as the 16-year-old sucked on her small breasts and stretched her nipples with her teeth. Nessa's nipples were pink, like Angie's, and were soon as hard as pencil erasers. Angie had fantasized about getting Christine's BFF naked and into the shower. Now was her chance! "Why don't we go in the shower first?" Angie suggested. With that, she pulled Nessa's suit to the floor. Angie stepped back to admire Nessa's lean, long-legged body. Her pubic area contained just a few strands of straight, blonde hair. Her snatch appeared invitingly small and tight. Angie placed one of Nessa's hands beneath her bikini bottom, and encouraged her to roam her hand around before she removed Angie's bottoms. The 16-year-old tenderly wrapped an arm around the naked 13-year-old, and led her to the shower. Angie could feel Nessa's young body trembling. The cool water felt refreshing to the two beach girls. Angie took her time soaping up the pretty, blonde teenager, and rubbed the soap into Nessa's back with her large breasts. Closely observing Nessa's slim, naked body, Angie had to admit that Nessa was nearly a dead ringer for herself at a similar age. The thought was eerie, yet somehow more exciting. Angie rubbed her soapy breasts all over Nessa's willing, nubile body. Getting on her knees in the shower, Angie began to softly touch and probe Nessa's virgin pussy. Even though she had been in physical contact with the older girl's naked body for some minutes, Nessa nevertheless quivered when Angie touched her labia. Angie ran her had between Nessa's legs, opening her tightly pinched butt cheeks, and then repeated the process several more times. Finally, Angie partied Nessa's nether lips with her fingers, and entered the 13-year-old with her experienced tongue. Nessa jumped to her toes as Angie's warm tongue entered her. Angie clutched Nessa's strong butt as she continued to plow through. Angie's tongue acted like a metronome as it entered and exited Nessa's tight pussy with music-like precision. Nessa's hands settled on Angie's wet, blonde head as she explored new territory with her tongue. Distracted by the expert cunnilingus, Nessa didn't notice when Angie made an exploratory effort to enter Nessa's tight anus with her finger. Concentrating on the clitoris, Angie brought the 13-year-old to a quick, wet, shaky-legged, orgasm. Turning off the water, Angie pressed her more mature body against the young girl, and gave her a satisfied kiss. The two dried off quickly, and still-naked, walked back to Angie's bedroom. Nessa had been there a million times before, but never as the sexual partner of the beautiful high school song girl. After all, she was just a skinny 8th grader, she thought. Angie stopped as the two stood side-by-side in front of her vanity mirror. Examining their naked bodies, Angie was even more convinced that Nessa was her younger doppelganger. Angie dropped her hands from Nessa's shoulders so that she could watch herself fondling Nessa's small, pink breasts in the mirror. Angie placed the 13-year-old on her small, single bed. Snuggling beside Nessa, Angie began to caress Nessa's muscular naked body. Angie started at Nessa's small boobs, and ventured down to her rock-hard stomach. Finally, stopping at her pussy, Angie inserted a single finger as deep as it would go, and began to explore Nessa's virgin pussy. Nessa clutched the bedsheets tightly as Angie surveyed her tight snatch. Proclaiming, "It's your turn," Angie placed her pussy just above Nessa's mouth. Nessa approached tentatively, as if expecting a sour, or unpleasant taste. To her pleasure, she found the taste tantalizing, and began licking the 16-year-old cheerleader with increasing velocity. At that moment, Angie's cell phone began to ring. She was planning to ignore it until she noticed that the caller was her mother. Giving Nessa, below her, slurping on her pussy, the shush sign with her finger, Angie answered the phone. "Hi honey, it's Mom." "Hi Mom," Angie answered, happy that it wasn't a video call. "Is anything wrong?" Angie asked. Nessa chose to have a little fun, and resumed quietly licking and fingering Angie's blonde-haired pussy. Angie tried to retain her composure as she spoke with her mother. "Nothing's wrong. Your father didn't want to make the long drive home tonight, so we just wanted to let you know that we'll be staying in a hotel. We'll see you tomorrow," Angie's mother concluded. "O.K. Love you," answered Angie. "Love you too," came the reply. Both girls burst into laughter when Angie clicked off the phone. "Gosh dang you," Angie said. "I lost my orgasm." Angie moved off of Nessa's face, and grabbed her little pink nipples, stretching them as far as she could before falling into Nessa's chest laughing. "Hey, since they're not coming home, why don't you spend the night?" Asked Angie. "Really?" Replied Nessa. "That would be awesome." Nessa got up from the bed, and moved her lithe naked body to Angie's dressing table, where she had left her cell phone before they had showered. "Hi Mom," said Nessa. "I'm hanging out at the Bucco's with Angie. The rest of the family is out of town and she asked if I could spend the night to keep her company? Okie doke. See you in the morning." In the space of less than 60 seconds the two girls had just ensured themselves of a full night of uninterrupted lovemaking. Nessa jumped back onto the bed. Angie flipped the 13-year-old onto her stomach, and adjusted her blonde ponytail out of the way. Years of surfing had given Nessa a more muscular body than most girls her age. Lying on her stomach with her round ass prominently raised, Angie began to softly caress Nessa's back and beautiful butt. Angie crawled on top of the young teen, and straddled her with her pussy just below Nessa's butt. Angie put her large breasts to use by rubbing them seductively along Nessa's strong back. Straightening up, Angie spread Nessa's legs and began making long strokes with her hand between Nessa's legs and butt cheeks. Nessa purred like a kitten at Angie's touch. Positioning herself between Nessa's slender legs, as Miss Morrison had done with her so many times before, Angie playfully slapped Nessa's muscular young ass, and then parted her butt cheeks with both hands. Nessa involuntarily trembled as Angie approached this unaccustomed territory. Angie patted Nessa's ass, and purred for her to "calm down." Nessa felt Angie licking and poking her pussy as before, only from an unfamiliar, and vulnerable position, as she couldn't even see the older girl. Nessa began to relax at the newly-familiar sensation of Angie's tongue penetrating her pussy. Suddenly, all bets were off as Nessa was alarmed by a single finger entering her most private of areas, her anus. Nessa couldn't know that Angie had an anal fixation. Squirming and kicking her legs, Nessa tried to raise herself up. Angie attempted to calm the 13-year-old and asked her to trust her, while at the same time holding Nessa firmly down with her free hand as Angie's finger entered and exited Nessa's virgin anus. There really wasn't any pain, but Nessa couldn't even imagine that such a thing like rimming even existed! "No, Angie. No!" The youngster cried, thrashing about. But Angie was three years older than Nessa, and just strong enough to hold her in place, muttering for her to relax, as her skillful tongue plunged deeper and deeper. With each new thrust, Nessa began to experience an increasing amount of pleasure. Nessa feared pain, but there was no pain. Just a new sensation of bliss for Nessa's lesbian coming out party. The two young girls would try every new position and experience in their uninterrupted night of underage sex. Leaning against the headrest, Angie held the 13-year-old tenderly, and traced her small breasts with her fingers. Before that night, she had never noticed how perfect and enticing Nessa's pink breasts truly were. Angie wished that the night would never end, as the two naked teens fell asleep in a tender embrace. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> End of Part 1 Please support this wonderful site.