This is a work of lesbian fiction. The characters only existed in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by stories of high school girls engaging in lesbian activities, please read no further.
(Lesbian High School)
17-year-old high school senior, Jillian Miller, was among the most attractive and popular girls on the Rancho Grande HS campus. A friendly, 5'7" blonde, Jillian was leading the secret life of a closeted teenage lesbian.
Fearful of being outed in her senior year, after all she had worked for, Jillian engaged in cloak and dagger trysts to fulfill her sexual desires with women and girls. Jillian was looking forward to the freedom and anonymity that an out of state college would provide... but that was still many months away.
For now, she was a member of the Song Girl squad that performed at football games, as well as boys' and girls' basketball contests. An excellent student, Jillian used her studies as a convenient excuse for her limited dating and lack of a steady boyfriend.
Jillian had a well-earned reputation for being friendly to all, even the lowest form of pimply-faced freshman boy. Other girls may have been envious of her looks and charm, but none could claim to have ever been mistreated or ignored by Jillian.
Among Jillian's many friends was a 6'2" all-county volleyball player named Inger Frederiksen. Inger had been a stand-out player in her native Denmark, and was attending Rancho Grande High in California as a foreign exchange student.
Inger's height and athletic, muscular build had made her an intimidating figure on campus to both boys and girls. If anyone had asked her, should would have acknowledged being a lesbian. Jillian had been among the first to offer friendship to the new student. Eventually, the two blonde girls developed a passionate, and sometimes kinky, sexual relationship.
Inger would have preferred to have simply considered Jillian her girlfriend, and to have been free to kiss and hold hands with the shorter Song Girl in public. However, she understood Jillian's internal dilemma, and that Jillian wasn't ready to come out at this particular time. As a result, Inger would content herself by having sex with other girls in addition to Jillian.
Jillian and Inger would often discuss how sexually liberating college would be. Inger had already accepted a scholarship to the University of Arizona to study Economics and to play Middle Blocker on the volleyball team. U of A, as well as Texas, and Oregon were among the universities that Jillian was considering.
As they were walking in opposite directions down the high school hallway one day, Inger slipped a note into Jillian's hand. This was a regular practice among the two girls, and the covert communications made things more exciting for both.
Pretending not to notice the small note in her hand, Jillian waited until being seated at her next class before reading it:
"BSG, Fam out of town this WE."
Translation: "Beautiful Song Girl, My Host Family will be out of town this weekend."
Jillian's parents had met Inger before and they liked her very much. Inger was also an excellent student, and spoke four languages. Like all of Jillian's friends, Inger was polite and well-mannered. Zach, Jillian's hormonal 13-year-old younger brother, was smitten with Inger, who was a full head taller than Zach. The gentle giantess was flattered by the handsome young boy's obvious attention, and would flirtingly tousle his blonde hair. Under different circumstances, Inger thought, she might be willing to fuck the cute 13-year-old boy for the fun of it, but she didn't want to risk offending Jillian or her parents. "Too bad for Zach," Inger thought.
Jillian, nonchalantly mentioned to her parents at the dinner table that she would be attending a slumber party at Inger's after the Friday night football game. Jillian's mother asked who else would be attending. "I'm not sure," said Jillian, casually. "Probably the usual girls."
Neither Jillian's mother nor father had any reason to suspect Jillian of anything less than the complete truth. To be honest, Jillian was nearly a perfect child, they thought. She didn't drink or do drugs, maintained excellent grades, was popular, wasn't boy-crazy, and was kind to everyone. Jillian was surely going somewhere, they believed. Imagining that Jillian and Inger would be spending Friday night eating each other's pussies was so far beyond the realm of possibility as to be unimaginable to the Miller parents.
As Friday evening, just before 5:00 p.m., rolled around, Jillian came down from the stairs in her maroon and white Song Girl outfit. Mr. Miller had originally thought the outfit too revealing for high school girls, with its short skirt and bare midriff top. However, his wife declared it "just fine," so Mr. Miller knew that his objections were over with.
Sitting on the living room couch was Zach, and his longtime friend and next-door neighbor, Emily Rogers. Emily tried to be discreet as she avoided ogling the pretty, tan, Song Girl as she seemed to float elegantly down the stairs.
Both girls looked at each other and said, "Hiya" pleasantly to each other. "Perfectly played," thought Jillian, gratefully. "Not too much." Jillian had some weeks before seduced the dark-haired 13-year-old former tomboy. Both were being tight-lipped, and careful not to trip over their secret.
As Jillian was sorting her overnight bag and organizing her purse before departing for the football game, Jillian overheard Emily and Zach talking about their future plans for next year in high school. Zach's slim, wiry body was typical for an 8th grader, but he proudly declared that he definitely planned to go out for freshman football and baseball.
Mrs. Miller was also listening to the conversation from the kitchen. Emily and Zach had played those two sports together for years when they were younger. Looking ahead to high school, Emily had to grudgingly admit to herself that the boys her age were all getting bigger and stronger, so baseball and football were now impossibilities for the slender, long-legged 13-year-old girl.
Emily had long ago earned the begrudging respect of the neighborhood boys as a speedy athlete who was willing to play their rough games. After a period of time, no one any longer considered it odd that Emily and Zach were best friends. One of the boys had even recently whispered to Zach that Emily was "Getting to be kinda cute."
Zach, trying to be helpful, suggested to Emily that she give softball or volleyball a try. Emily wasn't particularly interested in softball. She had fearlessly played Little League and sandlot baseball with Zach and the other boys, and considered that big yellow ball, "kinda sissy."
Volleyball, however, was something that she hadn't considered before. After a recent growth spurt, Emily figured it might give her a competitive advantage over the other girls her age. Emily then added, "Maybe I'll go out for the freshman cheer squad instead." Mrs. Miller almost dropped the drinking glass that she was drying. She loved Emily like another daughter, but she couldn't imagine the former tomboy "girlied" up enough to be a cheerleader. Mrs. Miller feared for Emily's disappointment.
Suddenly, Jillian said: "Volleyball is a great sport. It's in season right now. If you'd like, I can take you to a home match next week. I know all the girls on the team." Emily excitedly agreed, and Zach said he would like to go too. He really just wanted to be with Emily, whom he was developing a crush on.
Jillian quickly kissed both of her parents on their cheeks as she prepared to walk out the door, reminding them that she would be home some time on Saturday. Jillian's mother gave her daughter a look as if to say, "Thanks for helping out with Emily." Jillian conspiratorially whispered in her mother's ear: "Aren't they adorable?" Jillian's mother smiled and nodded.
Cranking the engine of her 2016 Mazda Miata, Jillian felt a little guilty for throwing her mother off of her lesbian trail. Jillian had already fucked the 8th grade neighbor that was sitting in the living room with her little brother, and she was very anxious to once again have her face buried between Emily's long, slender legs.
The football game was a blast. Jillian had waved to a lot of her friends in the stands, including Inger. All of the dance routines that she had participated in had gone well. The Rancho Grande football team had won easily 28-6. Jillian and the other Cheer squad and Song Girls had all happily hugged and congratulated the dirty, sweaty, football players after the game.
Saying final goodbyes to the other girls and her cheer coach, Ms. Ryerson, Jillian met Inger in the now-empty parking lot, and the two girls drove excitedly to the empty home of Inger's host family.
Inger had wanted spent the previous two hours at the football game wanting to kiss Jillian, particularly as Jillian was dressed in her sexy Song Girl outfit, something that they didn't have in her native Denmark. Naturally, Inger didn't want to make Jillian publicly uncomfortable. Besides, Inger rationalized, they would be naked and fucking each other in just a matter of minutes.
The girls barely made it into the house before they were on top of each other kissing. Their eager hands darted around as if in a frenzied whirlwind as they pawed excitedly at one another. Inger lifted Jillian's maroon and white Song Girl top. Inger's long, rough fingers manhandled Jillian's 34-B breasts through her snug, white sports bra.
Allowing the taller girl to press her firmly against the wall, Inger inserted her hungry tongue into Jillian's open mouth. The 17-year-old Song Girl was able to resist long enough to say: "Inger, I want to wash the stink of those sweaty boys off of me. Can I take a shower?"
Ingrid smiled lasciviously. She had a thing for water, and had always wanted to fuck the pretty blonde song girl in a swimming pool or under the warm stream of a shower.
The two girls threw off their clothes as they repaired to the bathroom which Ingrid shared with other members of her host family. Soon, the two naked girls were blissfully soaping each other's long, lean, naked bodies. Animated fingers descended on pussies, tits, and butt cheeks, as the blonde high school seniors sexily rubbed their naked, nubile bodies together. Jillian enjoyed the feel of Inger's smoothly shaven pussy, which reminded her of pubescent, 13-year-old Emily.
Inger bent down and pressed her large, 36-C breasts deeply into Jillian's firm 34-B's as the two beautifully nude girls played under the soft, "rain" setting of the showerhead.
The water luxuriously streamed from Inger's lower torso onto Jillian's face as the Song Girl kneeled in the shower to thrust her anxious tongue into the tall volleyball player's pussy. Clutching Inger's muscular, athletic ass, Jillian could feel the Danish girl quiver with pleasure as she was skillfully attended to by Jillian.
After over twenty minutes in the shower, Inger kissed Jillian as she shut off the water. Drying off their taut, athletic bodies, the girls practically ran to Inger's bed. The tall, muscular, Danish girl immediately inserted two fingers into Jillian's blonde-topped pussy, furiously finger-fucking her 17-year-old classmate as she laid prone on the bed.
As Jillian looked up, she could see Inger's breasts emphatically swaying and jiggling as she furiously fingered Jillian's pussy to a spasming climax.
Falling gently onto Jillian's beautiful body, the muscular Danish girl pressed her breasts into Jillian's as the 17-year-old's kissed passionately, their hands searching furiously for any exposed skin as they laid together. As their tongues wrestled, Inger suddenly stopped and said, "I love Cheerleaders." "Song Girls," Jillian corrected her. In the past, Inger had insisted that Jillian wear her uniform when they made love.
With her host family gone for the next 24 to 48 hours, Inger was eager to dig into her carefully hidden bag of tricks with the willing, lesbian Song Girl. "First things first," thought Inger as she positioned her 6'2" frame between Jillian's legs and swooped down on Jillian's blonde, carefully trimmed pussy with her impatient tongue. Inger licked, nuzzled, and poked Jillian's warm pussy until the teenager blissfully orgasmed.
Inger got up from the bed and retrieved an innocuous-looking box hidden in the upper shelf of her closet. Pulling out a large assortment of scarves, Inger positioned Jillian facing down and tied the amorous 17-year-old to all four posts of her bed. Jillian giggled with anticipation. This was a new experience for her.
Jillian experienced a mild bit of trepidation as the 6'2" blonde began to fasten on a strap-on dildo while looking down lustfully at her immobilized schoolmate.
Inger brushed her breasts along Jillian's sensitive back and legs, before spreading Jillian's butt cheeks and inserting an ample breast into the two orifices. Jillian moaned softly at the sensation.
Kissing Jillian's firm derriere, the Song Girl was surprised when Inger focused her attentions on Jillian's anus. Jillian squirmed as Inger poked and licked Jillian's virgin, pink rosebud.
With Jillian and the dildo sufficiently lubed, Inger reassured the frightened teen before inserting the black rubber penis into Jillian's untampered rectum. The pain soon turned to pleasure as Inger gently pushed the phallus in and out of her high school friend.
The girls made love into the early morning. With only months left in their senior years, both girls wondered if they would ever see each other again after graduating and heading off to college. As they laid in each other's arms before drifting off to sleep, Jillian thought to herself: "Inger might like to meet my cheer coach, Ms. Ryerson."
As promised, Jillian drove her younger brother, Zach, and next-door neighbor and secret lover, Emily, to the high school volleyball match that Thursday evening. As Jillian had no Song Girl duties to perform, she was dressed casually for the event.
Jillian pleasantly introduced the two 8th graders to her high school friends. A couple of the girls teased Zach, proclaiming him as "such a cutie." Zach loved every second of it, and blushed accordingly. Jillian mentioned that Emily was interested in playing volleyball next year when she was a freshman.
The match was a three-set walkover for the superior Rancho Grande team. Jillian asked Zach to continue sitting in the bleachers as she led Emily to the locker room to meet the victorious volleyball players. Zach smiled as his 13-year-old mind imagined the pretty, naked high school girls playfully splashing in the shower.
Zach would not have been disappointed. The Rancho Grande girls were in various states of undress as they greeted Jillian and her young friend. Emily didn't know where to look as she complimented the girls on the team, saying that she hoped to try out for the freshman team the following year. The semi-nude teenage girls were all pleasant and encouraging to their 8th grade visitor, saying "Any friend of Jillian's was a friend of theirs."
As Emily and Jillian were preparing to leave, Inger appeared from the showers. Her blonde, naked, 6'2" body was glistening with water, and her only attempt at modesty was to hang a small, white gym towel around her neck. Placing her hands on her wet hips, Inger looked down at the dark-haired 13-year-old.
Emily was tall for her age at 5'5", but she was dwarfed by the athletic, Danish beauty. Emily tried to keep her focus on Inger's eyes, but she couldn't help but notice Inger's large, bare breasts and shaven pussy.
"Who's your friend, Jillian?" Inger asked in a friendly tone. Jillian explained to Inger that the 13-year-old budding beauty was interested in volleyball, and might try out for the freshman team the next year. Jillian told the younger girl that Inger was one of the top players in the county, and had already accepted an athletic scholarship to Arizona.
"I'd be happy to give you some pointers one of these days," Inger pleasantly said to Emily.
Zach was still waiting for the two girls at the bleachers before the trio drove home for the evening.
On Monday at school, Jillian was handed another note by Inger. It read: "Meet me by the gym at 3:30."
The designated time came around, and the two girls were able to briefly chat before Inger headed to volleyball practice, and Jillian to Song Girl practice.
"Who was that little hottie last week?" Inger asked. "Emily? She's my next-door neighbor," answered Jillian. "Have you fucked her yet?" Inger boldly asked. Avoiding the question, Jillian said: "She's 13," as her non-answer.
"You know I like them young," retorted Inger. "In Europe it wouldn't even be a concern." Inger said "Sex is more sophisticated there," Inger said haughtily.
"Would you mind if I gave Emily a try? I saw the way that she was gawking at my tits. I got the feeling that she'd love to have her little pussy licked."
Jillian grudgingly shrugged her shoulders and said, "Just don't hurt her. She's a nice little girl. If she says no, promise me that you'll respect that." Inger gave Jillian a facetious military salute as the asked for the cell phone number of the attractive 8th grader.
It is not unusual for top athletes to be trusted with keys and alarm codes to the high school gym. It is all done off the record with a wink, but it is an invaluable way for say, basketball players to stay late or arrive early in the morning to shoot a couple of hundred jump shots or free throws without bothering the coach. In Inger's case, she was entrusted with the key and security code in order to work on her serve and to run laps on the wooden floor.
Emily had been invited to come to the end of a team practice at 5:00 p.m. Inger would then work with the young girl to teach her some of the nuances of volleyball.
At promptly 5:00 p.m., Emily arrived dressed in t-shirt and athletic shorts. Emily was greeted by several members of the team who remembered that she had been with Jillian in the locker room after their recent match. The squad members then headed to the locker room as their practice concluded.
After quickly explaining to Emily the basic fundamentals of how to "dig" and "set" a volleyball, Inger hit some balls in Emily's general direction. Inger was surprised at how quickly Emily caught on. The 13-year-old had unusually quick feet from playing with the boys, and didn't show any fear as the balls were hit increasingly hard at her as she moved and pivoted athletically.
An hour breezed by, and Emily was soon covered in sweat. Inger praised Emily as she shut down the first tutoring session. Inger then hugged the smaller teenager, her full breasts pressed into Emily's forehead.
Originally using the private volleyball tutoring in hopes of quickly seducing the younger girl, Inger now switched focus, offering more sessions to prepare the girl for her freshman school year. Inger genuinely believed that Emily had the talent to make the Rancho Grande varsity as a Setter or Libero while just a freshman.
Seeing Emily arrive several more times at the end of practices, Inger was asked by her coach what was going on? Inger explained that Emily had a lot of natural talent, and that she was enjoying coaching the junior high school girl. "I might want to be a coach one day when I go back to Denmark," Inger said.
Emily was a sponge, and worked hard at every session. Her skills progressed rapidly. Sitting Emily down, Inger complemented the young girl. "Not everyone is willing to work as hard as you do," Inger explained. "Those girls get noticed, and earn scholarships." Emily beamed at her beautiful tall mentor.
By this time, Emily had shyly begun to develop a sexual attraction for the tall, Danish girl. Emily had a gut feeling that Inger was attracted to her too. However, other than friendly hugs where Emily was pressed against Inger's large breasts, Emily was beginning to wonder if her libido and imagination were simply on overload?
Inger and Emily had by now developed a routine. After they practiced, the two girls would shower in the empty locker room. Afterward, Emily would call her mother to pick her up. Inger would wait with Emily to ensure her safety until her mother arrived. With a friendly wave, Inger would be on her way to the home of her host family.
The next practice would be different. Inger called off the practice early, suggesting that they should talk after showering. Usually, the two girls would simply shower with no interaction. On this day, Inger, who had a particular fetish for water, sidled beside Emily to share her showerhead. Inger's eyes salaciously fixated on the naked body of the slender 13-year-old. Despite her attraction to Inger, Emily became uncomfortable as the senior girl, some 7 inches taller than the 8th grader, made no attempt to hide her lust as she openly ogled Emily's wet, nude, teen anatomy.
Murmuring, "Are all junior high girls in America as hot as you?" Inger moved behind the now-increasingly nervous young teen, and brought Emily's body into hers in a naked embrace. Emily could feel Inger bend down to press her large breasts into Emily's back. Gently kissing Emily's neck, Inger began to suggestively rub her crotch against Emily's firm, athletic ass.
With both hands wrapped around Emily's flat stomach, Inger raised her left hand to cup one of Emily's small, A-cup breasts. Inger's right hand drifted dangerously below Emily's narrow waist, and began to energetically rub Emily's nearly-hairless, young pussy.
Although surprised, Emily offered no objections or resistance as the tall, Danish girl groped and explored Emily's 13-year-old, adolescent body. Still clutching an immature breast, Inger turned Emily's pretty face towards her, awkwardly trying to deliver a tongue-kiss to the hesitant 8th grader.
Turning around under the flowing water, Emily opted to get on her toes to return Inger's kiss. Pressing her small breasts against Inger's mature body, Emily clutched Inger's full, athletic butt and pressed their naked bodies together.
Turning off the shower, Inger rubbed Emily's pubescent pussy before lifting the 13-year-old off the ground in a traditional carry. Emily, still wet from the shower, looked up longingly as the 6'2" girl bore her slender body to the locker room area as if she were a feather.
Laying the trembling 8th grader along a bench, Inger delivered a reassuring kiss, saying: "There's no one here. Just relax." Placing herself on the long bench between Emily's spread, waiting legs, Inger inserted a lone finger, and assaulted Emily's young pussy with her predatory tongue.
Emily pinched her own pink nipples as Inger expertly and passionately performed cunnilingus, easily as well as Jillian had done some weeks earlier. Emily's slender legs quivered involuntarily as she quickly responded with an orgasm. Enraptured, Emily stroked Inger's blonde hair.
Suddenly getting up from the bench, Emily had Inger lay down in her place. Emily gave Inger a practiced French kiss as she fondled Inger's adult-size boobs. Finally, Emily said to Inger, "I want to show my appreciation for all of your help."
Emily began to lick and suckle one of Inger's 36-C breasts while inquisitively fondling the other with her hand. Inger was surprised by Emily's boldness. Inger's "gaydar" had detected that Emily was attracted to girls, but Inger had assumed that Emily, at 13-years-old, was a virgin.
Emily gingerly crawled atop the pretty Dane. Spreading Inger's long, muscular legs on the narrow bench, Emily's slender body fit easily between them in the missionary position. Sexily pumping her young crotch into Inger's pussy, Inger clutched both of Emily's breasts with her eager hands.
Inger moaned as the junior high school girl increased her tempo, slapping their still-wet bodies together noisily. As Emily continued, Inger probed Emily's youthful anus with her finger. "This girl is no virgin," Inger thought to herself.
With Inger's pussy sufficiently primed, Emily lowered her body and began to aggressively lick Inger's blonde pussy. Emily's young hands roamed wildly all over Inger's long body. Inger let out a guttural howl as she nosily climaxed on the wooden bench.
Inger rose from lying to the sitting position, almost thankfully kissing her 13-year-old lover before wisely saying, we'd better get dressed. You need to call your mother before anyone starts to wonder.
The two girls held hands as they walked to the empty parking lot. "That wasn't new to you, was it?" Inger asked the 8th grader. Emily shook her head then said quietly, "I was once fucked by a Song Girl." Emily gave Inger a knowing wink.
After a couple of minutes, Emily's mother drove up in her car. Leaning out of her window, Mrs. Rogers said to Inger, "I really want to thank you for taking such good care of my daughter." Inger smiled as she looked at Emily. "It's been my pleasure," said the tall blonde.
Inger could still taste Emily's 13-year-old pussy on her tongue and lips.
The End of Part 2.
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