The next day I get on the school bus. I try to brush past the fact that I spent too long obsessing over my own pussy in the mirror, nearly missing the bus completely.
I see my friend Amy, her bag where I normally sit. As I approached her, she refused to make eye contact with me. I just let out a sigh and kept moving to find a new seat. I end up in the back of the bus next to one of the nerds and all the loser stoner kids on my street, great.
I reluctantly sit next to a nerdy kid too preoccupied with his game boy or whatever to notice I sat right next to him. He finally looks away for a moment to look me up and down, lets out a curious, "Hmph." and goes back to playing his game. I wasn't sure if I should feel relieved or insulted. I guess I feel a bit of both.
Then I hear, "J-Jenn-ayyy~" from one of the stoners. We used to be seat mates in the lower grades, but didn't talk much these days.
"What, Todd?" I snarl, feeling short tempered all of a sudden.
"Hey, relax. We're all cool back here. You and Amy not talking, huh?" He pesters, as he blows a little smoke ring my way and makes the other stoners chuckle.
"It's none of your business, Todd," I grumble back, crossing my arms. Maybe I should text Amy, I thought to myself, as this situation wasn't ideal for me. At that moment, I get a notification from my phone: "Hey, come back over here, just don't be weird, ok?" It was obviously from Amy. I text her back, "What does that even mean? Why would I act weird? I'll sit with you tomorrow, it's not a big deal."
It seems dumb to get up after I already picked a seat. I already made enough of a scene this morning, and the ride was only going to be another fifteen minutes. I notice the nerd who was normally in my seat ended up next to Amy. Maybe she was trying to avoid that. Great, another reason for her to be mad at me, just what I need today.
When we get to school, Amy pairs off with a different student for Idependent Study. I was a little hurt, but not surprised. I figure her and I just needed to have a conversation about yesterday and clear the air. I would definitely tell her that yesterday was a freak thing. I could not even imagine doing it again.
That was, until gym class later that day. As a cheerleader, I get excused from gym to practice with my squad. Of course, we have the nicest lockers and newest showers, being the cheer squad and all. But, as I see all the other girls changing with me, it starts happening again. I feel myself getting wet between my legs.
It was as if I had a lesbian pussy even though the rest of me was still very, very straight. I am so aroused watching these girls change I can't even think straight!
"Everything okay, Jen?" Marissa, the head of the cheer squad asks. She was so beautiful. Long, slender legs. Big, busty chest, a dainty little stomach, delicate hips, and a beautiful face draped in long, blonde hair. A living barbie doll. She made me look...average, by comparison.
"Of course, of course. I just realized I left my lunch at home," I claim, thinking on my feet. The cheer squad didn't have an official policy, but caught lesbians would get hazed so badly they'd never want to cheer again. The last one switched to a different school, so I had to be more discrete with this strange new arousal down there.
"Hmmm, yeah, that's rough. I bet your maid packed something nice too, eh?" She comments. I can't tell if she's patronizing me or being sincere. Regardless, I quickly get my outfit on and join the now-clothed girls for practice upstairs.
The routine goes mostly normal, albeit a few rookie mistakes because I was obviously trying to get another peak where my eyes don't belong. I desperately want return to gym class and play with boys, just to escape this weird fetish I shouldn't even be craving.
Then, as we march back into the locker room, my heart pounds knowing what will follow. The showers. We always have to double up due to the limited amount of them. How was I going to escape this?
Marissa volunteers me to be her shower buddy, and I press my legs together trying to contain the excitement down there. I feel my body shaking as I slowly undress before Marissa sneaks up behind me, "We don't have all day, Jen. Next class is starting soon." Then she helps me out of my top, slides down my skirt, and I feel her eyes examining my panties.
"Are you sure you're feeling alright, Jen?" Marissa asks, as she slides down my panties. Then, she sees it. The disgusting snail trail from my pussy stretching all the way to my dropped panties. I hear a few other gasps from girls as they quickly hide in the showers.
"Hmmm, I thought so," Marissa claims. "You got the hots for women now?"
"N-no! Of course not! I just...can't stop thinking about Jeff!" I nervously exclaim.
"Okay, so I guess you won't want to lick my pussy then, right?" Marissa reassures. But what could I say? I tried to agree with her, but it was as if some force deep inside me took over.
"Okay, yes. I admit it," I confess, sobbing. I turn around facing a naked Marissa. I've been thinking about your perfect body all day and I NEED to taste it."
Marissa grins, "You know what, Jen? I like you, so I'll let you lick it. But it will cost you."
I nod, "Oh please...yes..whatever, just let me get it over with, I'm so horny for you right now." Marissa sits on a little stool in the shower, draws the curtain, and spreads her legs for me. Seeing the most gorgeous girl in school do that for me put me in a weird trance, until I realized how much I despised this act. I leaned in, and gave it a tentative sniff.
Marissa grew impatient, "You were so horny a second ago..now you're acting straight. What gives?"
I blush, "S-sorry. I'm still new." I lean in and smell. Besides the sweat, it was ok. I wondered if she pampered down there a lot. I wasn't attracted to it, but I was not put off by it either. Staring directly into it, I practically felt my lips spreading with excitement. I needed to cum, too. So I began licking.
I hear Marissa gasp in heat, "Oh, Mmm, yeah, that's not too bad Jen. Mmmm, I like you down there, Oh~".
Her little "coos" are so strange. Being straight, it is so disorienting hearing another woman getting off from me, but there is nothing I can do. I have to be in tune with my new partner or we will be here for a while.
My tongue plunges deep enough to get a better taste. It is somehow sweeter than Amy's. Like a fresh vanilla flavor. It never occurred to me until now that women would taste different. It is humiliating to think about tasting pussy, but my crotch loves it. As I reluctantly lap up Marissa's excess, I feel my own pussy tightening and squeezing the way it should for cock. So annoying.
While Marissa is coo'ing in heat, I hear her shout, "Come on girls, film Jen's fall from grace." To my dismay, I hear the shower curtain slide away to reveal the entire cheer squad behind me! I hear an orchestra of phones beep as they begin to record me. I'm shaking, my ass and pussy in clear view for them while I'm kneeling in front of Marissa and enthusiastically licking her pussy. Marissa then grabs my hair, as if acting for the cameras, "Lick faster, Jen. I want everyone to know what a disgraceful pussy slut you are!" And she rocks her hips against my face as I was some sleazy cock to grind on.
I can't help but moan in pleasure as I feel my pussy cum from the sheer humiliation of this disgusting lesbian act. "I think she's cumming! I think she's cumming!" the other cheerleaders squabble.
"Keep licking, Jen. I haven't cum yet," Marissa demands, and I have no choice but to obey now. After making a mess of her slit, my face completely drenched in her juices, I decide to let my tongue massage her clit, and her playful cooing turns into deep, satisfied moans. Marissa makes lewd noises I'd hope I'd never hear, but my pussy quivers from it. Could I have another orgasm so soon? It seems ludicrous, but my pussy is telling me otherwise. It wants Marissa. It needs Marissa. And it doesn't care how tired my tongue is. Or how much I hate licking pussies.
I groan, hoping Marissa would be done soon. I circle around her clit like I did with Amy but can instinctively feel that she needs more. The cameras zoom in and catch me plunging two fingers into her tight snatch while my tongue methodically circles her pussy. At this point, Marissa's deep moans escalated to loud, high pitch squeals, and I get her to cum multiple times, my own pussy seems to orgasm with her, drowning me in an intense sea of pleasure.
The bell rings, and the other cheer squad members giggle, shuffling out to their next class. Marissa wraps her arms around me, preventing me from leaving. I was so nervous. What did she want now?
"Nobody has ever made me cum before, Jen," Marissa calmly admits. Her voice is soft and tender, like a lover's. She turns on the water and washes my body for me. It feels so good.