The names and places in this story are fictious. There is no reflection on ANY church. The story comes from my vivid, sensual imagination.
The cheerleader squad at Central High was having tryouts that afternoon after school. I'm JoAnne, I'm 18, and I'm a senior. I'm 5'7", 125 pounds, 36 D's-24-36, long auburn hair and green eyes. I'm dating Joe, the football team's quarterback. My best friend, Barbara, her friends call her Barb, was going to try out for the squad. She is beautiful, and had all the qualifications to be a really cool cheerleader. She is 18, the same height and weight as me, her breasts aren't quite as large, and she has gorgeous, long, blonde hair and blue eyes. Barb lives 3 houses down the street from me. She and I became bosom buddies almost instantly. Her family had moved here when her father was called to be pastor of the big Penecostal church in town. Watertown is a small , old town where you know everyone, and gossip is rampant, especially when it has to do with S-E-X. The slightist hint of it starts tongues to wagging, and reputations can be ruined overnight. So, if you hold a prestigious job in our town, you really have to keep your nose clean. Barb's father, Dr. Jones, holds one of these positions, and this was the reason, plus his strict religious beliefs and teaching that caused him to be so hard on Barb and her mother. My Mom and Dad are both Corporate lawyers, and I am an only child. Barb, too, is an only child, her Father is an ordained minister. Her Mom is the secretary at the church. Barb's father is very strict with his wife and Barb, In other words, HE rules the roost. Barb doesn't have a car, her dad won't even teach her how to drive. She isn't allowed to wear blue jeans, she has to wear skirts and hose, very little makeup. Dr. Jones, makes her life miserable. He will not let her date, because he insists that she remain a virgin until she marries. She and I are contrasts in that regard, because Joe and I have been having sex for almost a year now, and it is GREAT. Since I have always been able to talk to my Mom about anything, when it got to the point that my boyfriend, Joe, was pressuring me to give my cherry to him, and each of our petting sessions had made me to want it as much as Joe did, I confided that to Mom. She didn't seem to have a problem with that and took me to the doctor to get birth control pills. Joe always brought me to multiple orgasms with his mouth and tongue, and tried to get his finger in my pussy, but it wouldn't go in but just a little ways. He told me that was because I was virgin, and he would have to pop my cherry before he could give me a good finger fucking. He talked me into giving him a blowjob, letting him cum in my mouth and swallowng his load. I didn't like it the first time. I gagged, and he told me that I would have to learn to relax my throat muscles, so he could deepthroat me. I don't mind the taste of his cum, it tasted a little salty. Joe teases me by telling me how much my blowjobs have inproved since the first one I gave him. Barb and I am closer than 2 sisters would be, we share everything with each other. So, it was only natural that I told her about the sexual relation that I have with my boyfriend, Joe. I made her swear that she would never, EVER, repeat what I tell her to ANYONE. Her response was, "Oh JoAnne, I WON'T, I swear, hope to die, stick a needle in my eye !! " I began telling her about the things that Joe and I do together. She pays full attention to every word I say, wanting to hear every little detail. Her mouth dropped open when I told her about giving Joe blowjobs. Barb said, "Yeeeewwwww, I could NEVER put my HAND on a boy's thingy, much less put it in my MOUTH !!" "Barb, it's a dick, D-I-C-K, not a 'thingy' !! I'm sure, with your strict upbringing by that holier-than-thou father of yours, that you've never heard the words I use when talking about sex, like fucking, and dick, and pussy, and cum, and orgasm, I'm going to explain the meaning of all those words that I'll be using." And I did. One time when I was telling Barb about a really hot session with Joe, when he was eating and finger fucking my pussy, I saw her furtively slip her hand underneath her skirt , and began squirming around. I pretended not to notice, until she started softly moaning, and said, " Ohhhhhh, JoAnne, my pussy feels all hot and tingly, and my panties are getting damp, but it feels sooooooooooo good !! What's wrong with it ??" I laughed, " Sweetie, there is nothing WRONG with your pussy, it's just pussy juice leaking out, that's what happens to a female when she gets horny and needs a good fucking, or needs her pussy to be tongue fucked, so she has orgasms and her pussy juice flows !! And, a good lover will make sure that they lap up every drop of that nectar." "Does Joe do that to you?," Barb asked. "OH YESSSS !!" I told her, "you'll think that you've died and gone to heaven it feel sooooooooooo marvelous." "Maybe so, but I've never even held hands with a boy." she said, " and I'm not too sure that I would want a boy to do THOSE things to me , YUCK !!!" At school Barb and I had last period together, so when the bell rang, she and I grabbed our pompoms and hurried out to the stadium. I was the captain of the squad, and I had already taught Barb all the moves and chants the cheerleader squad used, and she caught on quickly. Betty ran over over to us, and said excitedly, "Oh Barb, you ARE going to try out !! Do you think that your dad will REALLY let you do it if you make the squad ?? He is such an old meanie to you !! And HE'S a preacher at that !!! " "I'm not sure", Barb replied, "just say a little prayer for me." Barb was GREAT at tryout. She even got to the very top of our pyramid, and that's not easy to do. The next morning, Miss Stewart, our coach, announced the names of the new cheerleaders, and she called Barb's name first, and everyone shouted "HOORAH !! " Barb was SO excited. I drove her home from school, she hesitated about getting out of the car. "Oh JoAnne, I'm absolutely terrified to tell my father that I made the squad." I squeezed her arm and told her that I would keep my fingers crossed that he would. She reached across the gear shift and console to hug me, her lips brushed across mine. "JoAnne, I love you," she whispered, "what would I ever do without you."
( To be continued )