Free Lesbian Love: Virgins and Cheerleaders by Jacqui Knight

past, classrooms, gossiping in the cafeteria, hockey and cheerleading on the field. Fucking in the showers and trying to convince myself that I wasn’t really a lesbian, although I was beginning to doubt it. My desire to make out with a boy was waning and my feelings for Alexis were strengthening every day. I worked hard to get Julia on my side, I was convinced that her hatred of the cheerleaders would be useful so I sat next to her in class as much as possible and sometimes ate with her in the cafeteria. I thought about leveling with her, it couldn’t do any harm. At least I could give her an indication of what I was looking for, although not that I was a private dick, five years older than her.
    “Jesus, Sarah, you don’t say. You’re looking at the death of Katie Ginsberg?”
    “Yep, I am. I had to move schools anyway and when her dad found out I was coming here he asked me look around and see what I could find out.”
    I spent some time outlining what I was looking for.
    “Julia, this is all highly confidential, can I rely on you to keep quiet about it?”
    She nodded. “Of course you can, I’d like to help you if I could, is there anything I can do?
    I asked her to keep her eyes open for anything drug related in the school, especially if it led back to Phillips or Zelinski. When I’d finished explaining I felt as if a load was off my mind, I had an ally that was not part of the Matt Phillips party group. Much as I loved Alexis and was close to the other cheerleaders, I couldn’t rely on them to do anything that would threaten their parties with the virtually unlimited supply of drugs. Even as I thought it, I was reminded of Alexis fucking me while I held the vibrator in my cunt, then put coke under my nose and took me out beyond the stars.
    “Are you ok, Sarah, you looked as if something was bothering you?”
    “I’m fine, thanks.” Bloody hell, was I that obvious?
    On Saturday I fixed up to take Gale to the gay bar. I’d never been to one before myself, but I did have, yeah, admit it, Sarah, some experience of lesbian sex. The cab picked me up and dropped me off outside the building, called Hom. Gale was waiting for me dressed in a decent floral dress, she looked fine but it was not something I would have worn to an exotic place like this. She took one look at me and her jaw dropped.
    “Sarah? Christ, that’s a different look.”
    I grinned. “Yeah, I thought it might turn a few heads.”
    I’d bought myself a leather hobble skirt in glossy black that tapered down to my knees. Fishnet stockings, high heeled boots and a sheer silk blouse that was virtually see through. And there was plenty to see, I’d deliberately left my bra off and the shape of my nipples stood out prominently and clearly under the blouse. A studded collar was fastened around my neck and I’d made my makeup especially garish, dark red lipstick, hair plastered flat on my head with gel and eyes ringed with thick mascara so that they looked twice their normal size. I was wearing my cropped leather jacket over the blouse and carrying a tiny, Gucci purse in black patent leather.
    We went into the club, found a table and ordered drinks. Gale was looking around with an expression of awe on her face, she could hardly believe what she was seeing. Men with men, women with women, laughing, chatting, drinking, kissing, groping, dancing, I had to admit it was bizarre.
    “Have you ever seen anything like this before?” she asked me with an excited look.
    I shook my head, but of course it wasn’t quite true. I’d experienced something rather more erotic than anything in this room under the school showers on several occasions, but some things were best kept quiet. Almost straight away a girl hit on me, asking me to dance and I told her I was with Gale.
    “Sarah, there’s no need, I’m much older than you. You look hot, you’re going to get lots of people asking you to dance so go ahead, I’ll be fine.”
    I said ok, but before I could