The Mercedes pulled into garage of the luxury townhouse on Ocean Avenue in Santa Monica. While not as large as some of the inland properties, the townhouse afforded Jacqueline with a beautiful ocean view.
Sofia extended her hand to Emma, and rushed her to the front door. The townhouse was beautifully furnished, with occasional touches of art deco. The décor was very light, and mostly in shades of white. Emma looked around, impressed. Clearly, the pair who had picked her up in "The Girl Bar," were telling the truth about their occupations.
Sofia, by this time used to being naked on a regular basis, began removing her clothes. Suddenly things began to dawn on Emma. She was so anxious to hook up with Sofia, she hadn't really thought about the fact that it also meant that she would also be fucked by the 40'ish Jacqueline. This would be her first encounter with someone other than the farm MILF in Wisconsin. In true L.A, fashion, it would be a threesome with an underage model, and her middle-aged minder. Emma knew she was no longer on the farm!
She just had to have Sofia. If that meant Jacqueline too, so be it.
Jacqueline went to the wine chiller to get a bottle of Cristal champagne. By this time Sofia was already down to a lacy set of panties. Ever the young model, she remained in her heels to showcase her long legs and trim 15-year old body. She was not quite a full B-cup, but her breasts had definitely matured during the year.
Jacqueline opened the champagne, and still fully-dressed, sat down on a chair. Emma was a little disheveled from the pawing that she had received in the car from Sofia, but straightened her little black dress, and smoothed her hair with her fingers, not knowing quite what to do next?
"Take your dress off, honey," said Jacqueline to break the ice with the teen cheerleader. "Well, that's what I came here for," thought Emma. She asked Sofia to help her unzip the back of her dress. In a moment the dress was on the floor. Emma was now standing in the middle of the room dressed in only black heels and black thong panties.
Sofia and Jacqueline were impressed by Emma's tan, fit, athletic body. The thong rode into the cheeks of her perfect bubble-butt. Emma's small tits stood proudly upright, and her pink nipples were tantalizingly erect. Sofia could wait no longer.
The 15-year old Italian-American model put her arms around Emma, and began open mouthed kissing the 18-year old cheerleader. Sofia removed her heels and bent down a little so that their small tits could rub together.
With a glass of champagne in her hand, Jacqueline rose from her chair to caress Emma's firm ass. A fine judge of young female flesh, Jacqueline pronounced of Emma, "A gymnast, or a cheerleader, or both." Emma only smiled, and began to massage Sofia's young ass, letting her hand ever so slightly travel between Sofia's legs.
Jacqueline pulled the young pair slightly apart, and poured some of the champagne on Sofia's heaving breasts. Needing no further encouragement, Emma began lapping at Sofia's tits. "We would have never thought of this in Wisconsin," Emma thought to herself.
Emma was so caught up in passion with the young model, she hardly noticed that she was now being moved onto the large bed in the master bedroom. Emma couldn't remember having her panties removed, but she noticed that they were no longer on when she laid flat on the bed, revealing a simple, well-trimmed landing strip of brownish-blonde pubic hair. Sofia caressed Emma's blonde mane, and due to her long legs, awkwardly straddled Emma's face with her pussy, blocking Emma's view.
Seemingly before she knew it, one, two, three fingers were inserted into Emma's vagina, and were being pumped like a slow piston. Jacqueline had at last joined the action with the pair of teens. Emma reached up with both hands to gently twist Sofia's brown nipples. Emma's surprisingly skillful tongue already had the young model moaning.
When her foreplay with Emma concluded, Jacqueline began inserting her tongue into Emma's pussy. To Emma, it was even better than she remembered from the single mother in Wisconsin. Emma could only imagine how many young girls Jacqueline had seduced with that technique?
The love-making went on for hours. The two pretty, young girls were devoured by the eager Jacqueline. Their three naked bodies intertwined in a myriad of sexual positions.
Sofia was sorry to see Emma leave in the morning. She held the naked girl close, and made Emma promise that she would see her again.
Emma had more than enjoyed her time in Santa Monica. As it was a comparatively short drive from the UC Santa Barbara campus, the group exchanged cell phone numbers in anticipation of further pleasures. Jacqueline was impressed that the young, pretty, college girl didn't seem to want anything from her. This was so unlike what she was used to by those in the industry.
Emma, with her school and cheerleading obligations, drove down when she could, and was introduced to other beautiful models. On one occasion, Emma was invited to what ended up being an orgy of fashion models. While that experience was mostly enjoyable, she was a little weirded out that the "main event" was two lanky, blonde, flat-chested, 12-year old twin sisters who had recently joined the agency from Germany.
The pair were displayed on a makeshift stage in Jacqueline's townhouse, while a group of hooting, cheering, slightly older models, reached, and fondled, and fingered the boyish chests and hairless pussies of, the dancing, laughing sisters. Clearly they were enjoying the fun. When last seen, Jacqueline had an arm over the shoulder of each of the naked sisters, as they were taken to her bedroom. Their blonde hair waved, and their little bare bottoms jiggled as they exited. The rest of the girls, including Emma and Sofia, participated in a no-holds barred lesbian orgy in the main room.
Emma enjoyed the sex that she was having with some of the prettiest girls that she had ever seen, especially knowing that she wouldn't be caught. But after a full year in California, Emma longed for more than sex with strangers. She wanted to have a real girlfriend and a real relationship. But would she be risking it all?
The college basketball season of Emma's sophomore year had arrived. With no football, basketball is UC Santa Barbara's featured sport. In a measure to reduce expenses, the Big West Conference does not permit cheerleaders to perform at road games, except during the conference tournament, so those travel costs are saved.
As a result, UCSB's cheer squads perform during the regular season only at home games for the men's and women's basketball teams.
Usually, Emma is too preoccupied with preparing for the actual cheer routines on center court to pay much attention to the players or the nuances of the game, other than the score and cheering for made baskets. Opening day of the new women's basketball season was somehow different. A new freshman on the team caught Emma's eye.
Shana Thompson was a sleek, 6'2" post player from Austin, Texas. Emma had always had a thing for tall girls. Shana had a pretty face, green eyes, and kept her brunette hair out of her face during games with a cute, little floppy ponytail. Shana was in top shape for basketball, and her long legs seemed to go on forever, even while wearing baggy, unattractive basketball shorts.
Shana had "come out" while still in high school. Even though she was from Texas, Austin was about as liberal and open as anywhere in the state. No one that knew there was particularly surprised, as she had always been sort of a Tomboy, more interested in sports than fashion. She was friendly, and well-liked, and she didn't receive much flak about being openly gay. She had even taken a girl from another school as her date to the prom.
The young basketball player felt that she had highly attuned "gaydar," and she was usually proven right. By the second or third game of the season, Shana had noticed that the pretty, little blonde cheerleader seemed to be sneaking shy glances at her, and then looked away whenever Shana tried to make eye contact. Other than during games, the cheer squad and women's basketball team had few interactions. Shana wanted to change that... and soon.
Shana asked around, and found out that the little blonde was named Emma Rae, and that she was from a city that Shana had never heard of in Wisconsin.
The next women's home game was on Thursday night against Utah State. It was a hard-fought contest, but the Lady Gauchos pulled through with a 62-58 win. With usually less than 1,000 fans in attendance, women's basketball games are typically pretty casual events. Media is almost non-existent, and friends and family usually mill around the court after games to congratulate, console, or give words of encouragement to the student-athletes.
Emma was a little surprised when one of the players came up to her. "Hi, I'm Shana," she said. She was still dripping with sweat from the game, so she didn't attempt to give Emma a friendly, "girl hug." Emma responded, "I'm Emma." "I know," said Shana. "We really appreciate all the cheers and support that you girls give us during our games. It sure helps us to win close games like tonight.
Emma was flattered. She usually didn't receive a lot of compliments on her cheering from other student-athletes. Frankly, most didn't even consider the cheerleaders as fellow athletes. Some of the male basketball players had approached Emma before, but it was pretty obvious that they were only trying to get into her yellow Spanx.
"Thank you. That's so nice to hear," said Emma politely. Shana then said: "I'm a freshman, and I don't know a lot of people on campus. Neither of us has a game tomorrow night, so I was wondering if you'd like to come over to my apartment tomorrow for dinner? I'm a really good cook." With that, Shana gently took Emma's hand, and looked into her eyes.
"Y-you mean a date?" Emma stammered. "Call it whatever you want," Shana continued. "You just seem really nice, and really cute. I'd like to get to know you better." "Um, O.K." Emma responded hesitantly. The pair exchanged phone numbers to make plans the next day. "Oh, and dress casually," Shana requested.
Later that evening, Emma thought to herself: "Maybe this is a good idea. I'm obviously very attracted to her. We've got sports and cheerleading in common, and we both go to the same college." For a few months now Emma had admitted to herself that the hassle of driving to Santa Monica for secret sex sessions... even orgies with lesbian strangers was still really hot, but becoming less and less fulfilling. On some level she felt like a little whore who was willing to get fucked after a mere phone call.
The stress of her secret life was becoming burdensome for Emma. She wanted to have a girlfriend, and to stop hiding in the shadows. Maybe Shana was just what she was looking for?
Friday night arrived, and Emma didn't want to appear to be over-eager. She dressed in the normal Southern California "pretty girl attire" of small white shorts, and a tank top with a sports bra underneath. As she prepared to knock on the door, she remembered that athletes usually had a roommate or two. "Oh gosh, this could be awkward! Will the other girls think that we're dating?"
Emma took a deep breath, and knocked on the door. A distant voice shouted, "Come in, Emma." Emma entered the sparsely furnished apartment of a typical college student: A couch, a TV, and a couple of chairs, and scattered books were the lonely features of the small main room.
Shana was in the kitchen cooking up a storm. She was dressed very casually in a pair of black volleyball shorts from high school, and a white t-shirt that read, "Keep Austin Weird." It was clear that Shana wasn't wearing a bra under her shirt, but nothing seemed to scream of "lesbian seduction," so Emma began to ask herself if she had maybe misread the signs?
"I'm glad that you could make it," Shana said. "Sit down on one of those bar stools and talk to me. I'm making some Tex-Mex pasta." Emma had to admit that she had never heard of such a thing.
It turns out that Shana had learned to cook at a young age. As the oldest of three siblings, Shana had to pitch in wherever she could to help out her single mother.
There were more boys than girls in her neighborhood, and she quickly discovered that she was a good, natural athlete. She was always taller than the other girls, and most of the boys, so she was able to be excel athletically, and the boys would select her early in the process when choosing up teams. At the end of 8th grade that all began to change. The boys had their own school teams, and the girls had theirs.
With no more sandlot baseball or football to be played, and puberty separating the two sexes athletically, the tall girl moved her focus to girl's basketball and volleyball. The years of competing with boys had made her tough physically and mentally, and soon she was dominating older girls in the two sports. Shana was eventually selected All-District in basketball, and accepted a scholarship to UCSB.
Emma was a little embarrassed to tell her own story. She described herself as a "typical Wisconsin Princess" from a fairly affluent farm family. She was popular, and she was elected Homecoming and Prom Queen. She then did an internal cringe, expecting some sort of wisecrack from Shana. None was forthcoming. "We all have our stories," declared Shana. "But we're both here now," she said, nodding to the beautiful UCSB campus.
The dinner was a triumph. The Tex-Mex pasta was a hit! Fettucine noodles with Mexican spices. Delicious!
The girls put the dishes in the sink, and sat down on the couch to continue their conversation. Shana was happy that Emma chose to sit a little closer to her, and not at the other end of the couch, or one of the chairs. "I thought all of the scholarship athletes had roommates?" Emma innocently asked. "Mikayla, from the team, is my my roomie. She went down to L.A. to see her family. We don't have a game again until Sunday afternoon," said Shana.
Shana decided that the time was as good as any to simply "get it out there." "Look," said Shana. "I really like you. I "came out" when I was 15. I'm cool with who and what I am. Like I said, I really would like to get to know you better. But, if we can only be friends, that's O.K. too."
It was as if a great burden had been released from Emma. She leaned into Shana and surprised her a kiss. Emma then told Shana her story of her closeted lesbianism, and her fear of being "outed" to her parents, the community, and even the UCSB campus.
Shana sympathized with Emma, and gave her a long, loving hug. "I can't tell you how to live your life, Emma. But I can tell you that I became a darn sight happier with my own when I just let it out there. It really didn't hurt as bad as I thought it would. And now, I couldn't give a damn what anyone else thinks. My happiness and my truth are more important."
Their kissing became more passionate, and they began rubbing each other over their light clothing. Shana stopped suddenly, not knowing Emma's greater experience, and gently grabbed both of Emma's busy hands. "Emma, I don't want you to do anything you don't want to do. We can take this thing as easily, and as slowly as you're comfortable with. But if you'd like to, I'd love for you to spend the night."
Emma nodded "yes," and rubbed her nose against Shana's with a broad smile. Shana whipped off her Austin t-shirt, revealing full B-cup breasts. They were usually smashed almost flat under the sports bras that she wore for basketball. Emma approached Shana's breasts slowly and tenderly with her hands, as if they were the first breasts that she had ever seen or touched. Shana ran her hands through Emma's blonde hair as the cheerleader's lips descended on the basketball player's full breasts.
The remaining hours of love-making were just that, love-making, and not merely sex. The two bodies seemed to fit together as one, and each girl eagerly pleased the other. Shana took extra pleasure in licking and rubbing Emma's athletic ass, and Emma reveled in worshipping Shana's long legs.
The girls were surprised the next morning when Shana's room mate, Mikayla came back to the apartment unexpectedly early. Not expecting Mikayla to return so soon, Shana had left her bedroom door open. Seeing the naked lovers asleep, Mikayla uttered a loud, "Whoops!" And then closed the bedroom door. Rather than being embarrassed. the girls just laughed, and then readied themselves for a quiet round two.
Emma now had a girlfriend, and their love was real. When Emma returned to her own apartment. Her first call was to her parents in Wisconsin. Emma "outed" herself. There was, naturally, a great deal surprise, and for a short time some drama, but the Rae parents loved their Emily, and they eventually moved to acceptance.
Shana and Emma walked hand-in-hand to Sunday's basketball game as a couple.