Jennifer Patterson was a sophomore at Ambrosia High. She was of
medium height with a curvy build and white-blond hair. Her mother had
been a Bulldog cheerleader and Jennifer had been raised believing that
there was no higher calling than to don the red, blue and white and
spend Friday nights encouraging the Bulldogs to slaughter their
opponents. It was the supreme goal of her life, her mother’s only
dream for her. She had been excited when she made the squad, but she
had only the faintest inkling of what was in store for her.

First was the “bonding party” at Shannon Summers’ house. The
cheerleading sponsor was twenty-six, a tall woman with olive skin and
long black hair. The twenty girls on the squad showed up, six of them
new first-year members. Jennifer had been expecting a slumber party,
maybe some pranks and gossip. The girls had milled around the living
room until Ms. Summers entered.

They drew straws; Jennifer was partnered with a tall black sophomore
named Vanessa Thomas. They said hello to each other, then stood
looking down at their shoes. Ms. Summers stood in front of the
fireplace.

“I’d like to welcome the new girls to the next chapter in their lives.
You’re Bulldog cheerleaders now. That makes you special. We are a
team, we are family. Tomorrow, the new girls will be assigned a
mentor, but tonight, we’re going to be doing some team-building
exercises. Everybody strip.”

Jennifer’s jaw dropped and her cornflower-blue eyes grew round. She
was sure she had misunderstood, but all around her the returning
cheerleaders were removing their clothing. Jennifer wasn’t the only
first-year to hesitate. They all looked a little stunned as the
fourteen returning girls finished stepping out of their clothes. The
new girls slowly began to unbutton and unzip, casting curious glances
at each other and at the older girls. Jennifer noticed that all the
girls had a tattoo of a bulldog on their right cheek of their asses
and also that a lot of them had rather sparse pubic hair. Jennifer
was a natural blonde and her pubes were thick and lush. She peeked at
Vanessa as the African-American girl stepped out of her panties.
Vanessa was long and slender, with full, pouting tits and a thick mat
of black hair concealing her pussy.

“Okay,” Shannon Summers said, a smile appearing on her face. “First
rule: Teammates trust each other. We’re going to build a little
trust now.” Five of the cheerleaders disappeared from the room, then
came back in carrying rolled-up towels. “Here’s how we build trust,”
Shannon said. “You will shave your partner’s pubic hair. Clean.”

Again, Jennifer gaped, but again the older girls led the way. A
senior named Debbi, a lithe brunette, laid down on the floor and
pulled her feet to her ears. Her partner, a girl with short,
dyed-blonde hair, immediately knelt and began applying shaving cream
to Debbi’s crotch. Jennifer looked at Vanessa. The black girl’s eyes
were wide.

“I’ve never done this,” Jennifer said.

“Me neither,” Vanessa whispered.

“I guess we just do our best.”

Jennifer went first, carefully clipping Vanessa’s kinky bush with a
pair of scissors, then lathering her crotch and razoring away the hair
until Vanessa’s cocoa-brown coochie was smooth and her pink pussy no
longer hidden. Vanessa returned the favor, leaving Jennifer’s blond
pubes in a neat pile on the floor. The touch of Vanessa’s long fingers
caused Jennifer’s pussy to moisten, an embarrassing situation. After
all twenty mounds were clean-shaven, it was lights-out, but that was
different too. Two girls were assigned to each sleeping bag and the
bag had to stay zipped all night long. No pajamas or underwear were
permitted. Jennifer and Vanessa had wiggled into a bag and zipped up.
It was a snug fit; Jennifer was uncomfortably aware of the press of
Vanessa’s thigh against her and how the taller girl’s boobs were at
chin level. The lights were out for only a few minutes before
Jennifer heard wet, moaning sounds from the darkness. She had no idea
what was going on. Finally, she and Vanessa had reached a position of
some comfort. Jennifer lay on her side and Vanessa spooned her from
behind. Jennifer was still aware of the hard points of Vanessa’s
nipples pressing into her back and she could feel the black girl’s
smooth thighs pushed against her ass, but at least she was able to
finally fall asleep, as did Vanessa. At some point during the night,
however, Vanessa’s hand had crept over Jennifer’s hip and come to rest
against her crotch. Jennifer awoke in a panic, but Vanessa’s deep,
even breathing showed she was still asleep. Even as Jennifer tried to
figure out what to do, she realized that the touch of Vanessa’s hand
on her bald pubis was not uncomfortable. As Jennifer contemplated
this, Vanessa shifted in her sleep. Her hand slipped down and cupped
Jennifer’s mons. Jennifer shifted, trying to lessen the sensation of
the other girl’s warm tits pressing into her back. The blond girl was
horrified to realize that her own nipples were growing stiff and hard
as she thought about these sensations. She wiggled again. Vanessa’s
hand slipped lower. There was a catch in the black girl’s breathing.

“Oh no,” Vanessa breathed in Jennifer’s ear. “I’m so sorry.” Her
hand started to pull away.

“It’s okay,” Jennifer said, surprising herself.

“I mean, it’s not like… I wasn’t trying to feel you or anything,”
Vanessa whispered.

“I know,” Jennifer whispered. “Hey, that was weird, wasn’t it?”

“Yeah,” Vanessa replied. “I was afraid I’d piss myself. But you were
really nice.”

Jennifer could still feel the warmth of the black girl’s hand on her
hip. “Listen,” she said, “if it would be… more comfortable, you can
put your hand back.”

“Like this?” Vanessa’s smooth brown fingers slid over Jennifer’s
belly until they cupped her snatch. “Just so you know,” Vanessa
whispered, “I’m not a lezzie or anything.”

“I’m not either,” Jennifer said. “But… you are really pretty.”

There was a beat of silence then Vanessa breathed, “Thank you. You’re
pretty too.” Was it Jennifer’s imagination or was the voice closer to
her ear? They lay there for a moment, then Jennifer felt Vanessa’s
hips moving.

“What are you doing?” Jennifer hissed.

“I’m sorry.” Vanessa’s whisper sounded mortified.

“Were you humping me?” Jennifer’s voice sounded appalled, but her own
hand had moved up to tweak her nipple.

“I’m so sorry.” Vanessa may have been sorry, but her hand didn’t
move. “It’s just that you’re so wet and–”

“Are you wet, too?” Jennifer asked.

“Yes,” Vanessa whispered.

“Can I feel?” Jennifer couldn’t believe she was asking.

“Yes,” Vanessa whispered and this time Jennifer could feel the other
girl’s hot breath on her ear. The blond slipped her hand behind her,
her fingers exploring Vanessa’s belly, groping downward until they
encountered the black girl’s pudendum. That broke the dam. Vanessa’s
tongue snaked out and caressed the blond girl’s ear. In seconds they
were frigging each other relentlessly. Vanessa pushed one long leg
between Jennifer’s thighs and began to hump her frantically. Jennifer
ground her cunt against Vanessa’s leg until she shivered and gasped
with her first orgasm.

They experimented a great deal that night. They turned face-to-face
and humped each other’s legs. Jennifer sucked her first tittie that
night, engulfing Vanessa’s stiff nips in her mouth and running her
tongue over the pebbly surface. At one point Jennifer was fairly sure
she felt four fingers inside her twat. Her own pussy-odor mingled
with Vanessa’s strong smell and wafted up from the bag. Their thighs
were slick with their commingled fluids. They fingered each other
until exhaustion was too great and they collapsed into a slumber
verging on coma.