Showering With Cheryl

Cheryl had been my best friend since I joined the cheerleading squad at State College. We would go to the mall together, watch movies together, and study together, you know, just about everything.

Cheryl was about 5’9″ (I was a wee bit shorter), and had a figure that bespoke ‘Modeling Career Here’. I’ll admit that I wasn’t nearly as attractive, but the guys I dated never seemed to think so.

Anyway, Cheryl really surprised me one night after an exciting football game. We had gone back to the girl’s locker room, and I decided to get a shower before we decided what to do for the evening. Once I was nude and under the hot spray of the shower, I got very relaxed. I closed my eyes and stood there, feeling the heat soak into my tired muscles.

I was broken out of my bliss by the sound of another shower head turning on. Cheryl was standing at the next nozzle, rinsing her hair. I was surprised to see her buck-naked. Before, we had always pulled curtains between the showers for privacy.

I just stood there and stared at her gracefully curved breasts, her firm buttocks, and the triangle of golden brown hair between her legs. As she lathered her body, I felt myself becoming aroused, my pussy starting to get warmer, and my nipples starting to tingle.

Cheryl finally looked over at me and smiled. I smiled back and began to lather myself also with my bar of soap, while not taking my eyes off of Cheryl. After a few minutes, she padded quietly over to me and took my bar of soap.

“Would you be upset if I gave you a kiss, Anne?” she asked. I stood there gaping at her. All sorts of half remembered dreams started to flood my mind. She leaned forward to kiss me. I’d never given serious thought to Cheryl sexually before, but as turned on as I was getting, I ignored my inhibitions and met her kiss. It was gentle and sweet, totally different from the way guys had ‘kissed’ me. I began to think that I’d never really been kissed before Cheryl.

She had pressed her lips lightly to mine and now withdrew an inch. Her eyes searched mine, their rich coffee brown questioning my cloudy hazel. I answered by kissing her back, just as gentle, just as lightly. She smiled brightly and breathed, “Yes…”

She parted her lips and began to probe my lips with her tongue, following their curves until she slipped between them. Her hands began to make slow caresses of my wet body, paying enough attention to my breasts to get them to ache for more touches.

Our kisses became longer, and deeper, as each of us drank the other’s sensuality in. Our bodies moved against each other, excitement charging through my pussy every time our nipples touched. For at least ten minutes, we kissed and caressed like the eager and nervous young lovers we were.

Finally, Cheryl stepped back and asked me to grab a hold of the water pipe above me. I did so and she began to lather up my body. Again, she paid special attention to my nipples which got me gyrating my hips a little. I leaned my head back and concentrated on the sensations Cheryl was giving me.

She wiped off each of my breasts with a hot rough washcloth and began to suckle me. Her hands caressed my stomach and back as her lips touched my left breast and her teeth tried to entice milk from it. My whole body seemed alive with sensations, electric sparks from my breasts to my pussy.

After treating my right breast with the same loving tongue, she began to move down my body, rinsing me off as she did so.

I felt my legs spreading themselves in anticipation of what I’d always wanted a girl to do to me. I kept moving my hips around, trying to increase my sensations with my squirming. When I felt her kneel down, I stopped and waited.

First, she nuzzled me, her nose sniffing my sexual scents. I could feel my juices mixing with the water on my leg. Then she grabbed me about my waist, her hands resting on my buttocks. She dove into my pussy with a relish, her tongue lapping between my lips, her nose rubbing my clit.

After a few minutes of this, I couldn’t believe how turned on I was, far more than I’d ever felt before. I started moving up and down, rubbing myself on her face. All thoughts were gone except the intense desire to have an orgasm, to find release for the pressure Cheryl had built in me. I peeked down and watched her as she lapped at my pussy, my own girl-lover. I think the newness of the experience and the idea of lesbian love just got me more and more excited.

Within seconds, my vagina started clenching in the spasms of an orgasm. It was so intense that I starting moaning and biting my lower lip. It was far stronger than any I’d had with boys.

Just as I began to unclench and relax from the release of the pressure, Cheryl started again, though now she was more forceful with her tongue and even began to nip my clit with her teeth.

It didn’t take long for the tension to return to my pelvis, the hardness to my nipples. Soon, I felt my stomach start to wobble in anticipation of my second orgasm (the first time I ever had more than one!). As I began to moan again, Cheryl took my bar of soap and began sliding it back and forth between my ass cheeks. I’d never felt the sensation of anything back there before and it pushed me into an orgasm even better than the first.

I finally let go of the water pipe when I felt my legs would hold me up. Cheryl stood up. Her smiling face gleamed with my juices. She gave me a deep kiss and handed back my soap.

“Hurry up and finish, Anne. I called your Mom earlier and she said you could stay at my house this weekend. I’m having a slumber party for the cheerleading squad because my parents just left for Florida.”

She strutted out of the shower room, her breasts jumping in rhythm and her ass swaying invitingly. I finished rinsing off and headed for the outer room. I hoped there wasn’t going to be much slumbering at Cheryl’s house this weekend.


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