Free Lesbian Love: Virgins and Cheerleaders by Jacqui Knight Page A

say anything further another girl came and asked me to dance. As I was getting up she was undressing me with her eyes, it was quite an experience. She held me tight to her on the dance floor and as the music went on, caressed me all over, my tits, my neck and dropping her hands down to my crotch, I guess she could feel my hot arousal even through the leather of my skirt. She told me her name was Gina and she wanted to fuck me, what did I think?
    “Thanks Gina, I’m touched. Literally,” I grinned. “But not right now, I need to get back to my friend. Maybe next time.”
    She nodded and I went back to Gale, who was still awestruck by the girl almost undressing me on the dance floor.
    “What did she want?” she asked. “I saw her talking to you.”
    “She wanted to fuck me, Gale. I said maybe later.”
    She opened her mouth wide. “Oh, my God, really?”
    “Sure, why not. What did you think this place was, a convent?”
    She smiled. “I guess not. I think of you these days in that ditzy little uniform, the tartan miniskirt and the cheerleading dress and it doesn’t fit with the way you look tonight.”
    There was a roll of drums that interrupted her and we looked at the stage.
    “Ladies and Gentlemen, for educational purposes only, a lesson in the gentle art of massage.”
    We looked up, Gale was slightly disappointed. “That doesn’t sound very erotic.”
    I laughed. “Wait for it.”
    A girl came on the stage carrying a huge dildo shaped vibrator. She was licking it and then she sucked it, paying homage to its fascinating eroticism. The room was still. She held it up and looked at the audience, licking her lips and smiling, a secret, knowing smile. Slowly, she lifted the hem of her short skirt. Gale gasped, the girl on the stage she wasn’t wearing any panties of course, as I’d expected. She held the hem of her skirt up in one hand and with the other brought the vibrator down and pointed at her vagina. Then she pushed it in, slowly, exaggerating every step, twisting it to push it in more easily, then finally its vast length had all but disappeared inside her. I looked down, Gale was gripping my arm in unconscious fascination with what she was doing.
     
    Then she started to fuck herself, slowly at first, pushing the dildo in and out of her cunt. The microphone was switched on and we could hear her breathing clearly, then a small moan as the device touched something sensitive. She started to fuck herself faster, there was an urgency now, she was moaning, panting, we could hear every sound over the speakers. I looked down, Gale had her other hand under the hem of her own dress and was moving it rhythmically, she couldn’t help herself. Faster and faster went the girl, faster and faster went Gale, they were both moaning with ecstasy overcome by the power of their masturbation, the groaning became louder, then a shriek echoed around the bar and the woman writhed and moaned with the power of her climax, beside me Gale had come too, her moans and wails almost in synchronization with the ones coming from the stage. Both women’s eyes were closed tightly as they savored the release of sexual tension, then they flicked open. There was a roar of applause and the woman went off stage. Gale realized only then what she’d done and flushed scarlet. “Oh my God, Sarah, I can’t believe it. Oh Christ, in public.”
    I smiled to try and make her feel at ease. “You and a few more, don’t worry about it.”
    “Yeah, but, oh dear. Have you ever done anything like that?”
    “Me? Yep, sure. It’s better with one in the ass at the same time, though.”
    Her eyes widened again. “No, surely you haven’t? Oh, dear.”
    “Gale, you need a girl friend, someone to show you how the world works.”
    “But, I don’t know, what if...”
    “What if nothing. If a girl asks you to dance, go with it and see how things develop. You never know, you could meet someone nice.”
    Within minutes I was dancing again, when I came