Butch and the Cheerleader

Summary: Cheerleader is put in place by butch and...

Note 1: This is an Literotica April Fools Story Contest 2025 story so please read and vote.

Note 2: Thanks to Small_Island an for a great edit and some wicked additions and Shuj for a last minute proofread.

Note 3: All characters are at least 18-years-old.

Butch and the Cheerleader

"I can't believe I have to work with her," Brittany said, scorn in her tone as she looked sideways over at Cameron White with utter disgust.

"That is some bad luck," Debbie said, thankful that she got Eva who was super smart.

"Did you ask Mrs. Barber to change partners?" Amber asked.

"First I asked her if it was an April Fool's Day joke since today is the first," the popular cheerleader said.

"It would be a good one," Debbie said.

"Yeah, except the bitch said it wasn't and the fact that I considered her pairing me with the dyke would be a mean joke just showed that it was good that she'd put us together, that it would actually be good for me," Brittany ranted.

"How could that possibly be good for you?" One of her two minions asked.

"There is no scenario where this could possibly be good for me," Brittany said, as she saw the butch lesbian stand up from her group of high school outcasts at one of the outer tables in the cafeteria. The campus queen turned back to her gang of cool hot chicks.

"Just get it over with as soon as you can," Debbie suggested.

"Maybe I can make her do all the work," Brittany said, having used her good looks her entire life to get her way and have others do her work. That said, she was not into girls and any tempting she'd ever had on that side of the gender aisle had been with implied promises of friendship, not romance or lust... eww, she thought, not her scene at all. Everyone knew she had a college boyfriend with a Porsche and a trust fund. A second-year college boy already the starting QB.

"Just let her munch your pussy once and I bet she'll do it," Debbie joked. "It sure worked for me - I not only got an 'A' on the term paper Twyla wrote for me, I got some really good orgasms out of it too, as her 'cost' of being allowed the privilege."

"Gross," Brittany said, her face squishing up like she'd just bitten into an extra sour lemon.

"There are worse things," Amber said, also having had a couple of nerds eat her pussy... and truth be told they were easily the best orgasms she'd ever had. "I mean, Gwen gets me off way better than Steve."

"Don't even get me started on you, dyke girl," Brittany snapped, disgusted not only that both her friends had used their pussies to get something from girls rather than guys, but that they had done it with such plain Jane nerds... such nobodies. If she were ever to allow another girl to eat her pussy it would be a MILF, a teacher, or a fellow cheerleader... not a fucking nerd.

While Brittany was clearly the leader of the hot girl clique, this was the one area where

the other two girls felt their friend was missing the boat, or at least her little man in the

boat was missing opportunities for good times.

"Amber," said Debbie, "don't you also enjoy being in charge when you let one of them service you?"

"Oh, hell yeah," agreed Amber. "I mean, guys can be so pushy, so demanding, without really coming through for you, so when I get to turn the tables and play Queen Cunt with Gwen, it really makes it hot."

"Oh, jeez, please stop," bitched Brittany, even while her mind completely recognized what the girls were saying about guys expecting and demanding so much while giving back so little in return. Heck, it wasn't like her boyfriend was providing for her or even letting her drive his Porsche for that matter... never mind his poor to nonexistent cunnilingus skills.

"I'm just saying girls can eat some pussy," Amber said, actually wondering what an out and out dyke like Cameron could do with that big mouth of hers.

"Shut the fuck up," Brittany repeated, this time glaring at her.

"She's right," Cameron said from right behind Brittany. The blonde hottie spun around and saw the beefy dyke standing there with her arms crossed, a smug smirk across her face. With Brittany seated on the bench, the big girl looked even more imposing than usual.

"What?" Brittany shifted her fiery anger at the butch.

"Amber is right," she repeated, one of the few girls not at all fazed to stand up to the rich bitch cheerleader. "Girls eat pussy way better than guys."

"Fuck off," Brittany snapped. Her glare would have made ninety-nine-point-nine percent of people turn and run... that zero-point-one percent was Cameron.

"We actually do that better than guys too," Cameron said, confidence oozing from her. She had stood up to bullies her whole life, and now, as an adult, she also got them to lay down for her to fuck them. There was something so delicious about making a straight, pretty rich girl beg to eat her pussy and scream when she fucked her with one of her strap-ons, and so satisfying when a woman who said she would never be with her texted and begged to see her again. She already imagined sitting on Brittany's face, having her on all fours and hammering her pussy, and hearing her scream as she gave the snotty princess the orgasms no man could.

"Do what better?" Brittany asked, shocked that this ugly bitch was still here.

"Fuck. We fuck way better than boys," Cameron bluntly said.

"Well, I fuck a man," Brittany said, standing up, about to go face to face with this bitch, butch or not.

"Men are all still just boys," Cameron said with a smug smile, waiting for the blonde bombshell to advance. Fuck she was pretty, although not so much with that scrunched-up, angry face.

"You do not want to fuck with me," Brittany threatened, now standing right in front of the pitiful dyke with her mannish clothes and short, spiky haircut

"Fuck with you? Nah, I'd rather just fuck you," the butch countered. "You would never be the same again." Then she smiled and winked at one of Brittany's posse, Janice, the mayor's daughter, who she had turned three weeks before. She was tempted to ask the pretty prepster to vouch for her skills, but she wasn't one to out a closeted person maliciously. However, she also wasn't above holding back her bewitching pussy from someone who wouldn't stand up and admit her own truth, and Janice had definitely been sniffing around for another turn.

Brittany had been momentarily speechless at the nasty butch's outrageous words, but when she saw the spiky-haired bitch teasing one of her friends, she found her tongue.

"I knew it," she sneered. "I knew this was all just a bad April Fool's prank, because you're such a clown everything you do is a joke - a really bad joke."

Cameron's eyes snapped back to the blonde, blazing almost as much as the queen bitch cheerleader's. But then she smiled wryly and said, "The only bad joke around here is the sad sex you're putting up with in order to ride around in a Porsche. But like I said, take a ride with me and I'll definitely show you what you've been missing." The lesbian was only 18 but well beyond her years in reading people and she saw the slight waver in the beautiful girl's rigid stance as she took in her proposition. Yes, indeed, the seeds had been planted to make this privileged, blonde, stuck-up bitch her pet.

"You fucking bitch, I'm going to...." Brittany began, but Cameron cut her off mid-sentence.

"You'll never be the same again," she repeated, then blew a small kiss at the girl before turning and walking away, knowing when to leave.

"Don't you dare walk away from me," Brittany said, feeling her cheeks burn in rage.

"What is going on here?" Mr. Groom asked. The Vice Principal was not a man to be messed with. He was ex-military, head shaved and arms tattooed.

"Nothing, Mr. Groom," Brittany shifted from rage to charm in a heartbeat.

"Good," he said, not wanting any drama for the lousy 14 extra dollars he got for this long hour of cafeteria supervision.

Once the vice principal was gone, Brittany said to her friends, "I'm going to see Mrs. Barber again right now."

After another futile discussion with her annoying teacher, who had the gall to say, "Cameron could be good for you," she was resigned to her fate.

At the end of the day, Brittany walked up to the butch, who was chatting with two other nobodies. "When can we meet and get this done with?"

Cameron turned to look at the cheerleader. "You changed your mind already?"

"What?" Brittany asked, instantly annoyed.

"Do you want me to eat your pussy or fuck you like no man can?" Cameron asked, showing no fear, only brazen confidence.

"God, no," Brittany said, "that is disgusting."

"That is not my experience," Cameron said.

"Can you come to my house tonight so we can get this stupid fucking project done?"

"No, but you can come to mine," Cameron said.

"I don't think so," Brittany said, the idea of going to this butch bitch's house repulsive.

"You know I live in the same gated community you do, right?"

"You do?"

"Yes, my daddy makes just as much money as your daddy," Cameron smirked. "In fact, they golf together."

"Whatever, fine, we just need to get this over with," Brittany said.

"Actually, most of my 'study-buddies' never want a 'study session' with me to end," Cameron said, in full throttle ahead mode.

"Jesus, you are worse than a guy," the cheerleader said. "Well, whatever is in your twisted mind is never going to happen."

"Never say never," Cameron said.

"Never, never, never," Brittany repeated, used to handling this kind of aggression from a guy.

"Okay, okay," Cameron said, putting her hand up. "I was just razzing you."

"I just want this over with," Brittany said. "How about eight?"

"Eight is great," Cameron smiled. "My address is 14 Wilson Court."

Brittany turned and walked away, frustrated at how the big girl didn't seem to fear her or bow down to her... that wasn't the world she was accustomed to. Hell, she'd even agreed to go to the freak's house. Fuck. Whatever.

Cameron turned back to her friends, "I'm going to fuck her so good."

.....

Brittany came directly from cheerleading practice and as such was still in her outfit.

"You dressed up for me," Cameron greeted warmly in baggy jeans and a plaid shirt as she admired her ripe, hot prey.

"In your dreams," Brittany said, as she walked in and past the butch. She was surprised to see that lesbian nobody had a bigger house than her.

"Dreams cum true," the butch responded, her surprisingly sultry voice making it clear she meant the naughty version of 'cum'.

"I'm serious, is that all you think about?" Brittany asked.

"Not all," Cameron shrugged, "but a fair amount. Don't you?"

"No," Brittany said. While she used sex to get what she wanted, she didn't actually enjoy it that much. She really didn't like giving head and despised swallowing, but that was the price you paid to have a college boyfriend. While intercourse was fine, she had never once come from it other than with a toy or her fingers. While Brian was hot and had an amazing body, his dick was only five inches, and he usually came within two or three minutes.

"Well, then your college boy toy isn't doing his job," Cameron said, "otherwise you'd be horny as fuck all the time."

"Can we just get to work?" Brittany asked, seriously baffled by this girl's aggressiveness. Was lesbian sex so hot that it really had the girl constantly horny thinking about it? Or was the bitch still just messing with her? This April Fool's Day joke from Hell just wouldn't end.

"Of course," Cameron said, "follow me."

"I'm not sure I even want to see your bedroom," Brittany said.

Cameron actually led her to the kitchen. "Can I get you a drink?"

"Do you have Coke Zero?"

"I think so," Cameron said, opening the fridge. She grabbed a Coke Zero and an A&W root beer and handed a can to Brittany.

"Thanks," Brittany said, finally being polite.

"Sorry about my brazenness," Cameron apologized. "It's my defense mechanism."

"I'm used to it," the blonde beauty said.

"I bet you are," the spiky-haired brunette said.

"It actually gets old," Brittany said.

"As does being judged because of how I look," Cameron pointed out.

"But you choose to look this way."

"What way?" Cameron asked, curious how the blonde would respond.

"Masculine," Brittany responded, even though a variety of other less flattering words popped into her head.

"I expected a harsher answer," the butch laughed, although she dressed androgenous on purpose. Truth be told, she had a pretty rocking body, as the lucky women who ended up in her bed pleasantly discovered when she got undressed... but she liked the mysterious look, she liked being misjudged, she liked the look in a girl's eyes when she saw what was underneath the stereotypical butch dyke shell.

"I'd be lying if I said other words hadn't popped into my head," Brittany admitted, as she took a sip of the drink.

"Truce?"

"Truce," Brittany agreed.

"Let's get some work done," Cameron said, motioning for the blonde to follow, "I already did a lot of the research we'll need."

"You did?"

"Yeah. Just so you know, I have 97 percent in the class."

"You do?" Brittany said, her grade hovering just over sixty.

They walked past three rooms before reaching Cameron's.

"Nice house," Brittany said.

"Thanks," Cameron replied, "although it's all Mommy's taste. And Daddy's money," she added with a chuckle.

"What does he do?"

As Cameron walked into her room, she answered, "Banking stuff."

"Mine too," Brittany said, not really knowing what he did, but it had to do with the stock market. "Oh my, wow," she gasped, Cameron's room way larger than hers.

"Daddy follows the concept, size matters," Cameron joked, although she too believed in that concept when it came to dicks... fake dicks of course.

"I thought my dad did too," Brittany said, looking around and then seeing a huge dick sculpture on a table. She couldn't help but stop and stare.

"Oh, I just got that today," Cameron said in an off-hand manner, even as she took in every twinge of response from her 'guest'.

"You just got a dick today?"

"I just got a new strap-on harness and dick today," Cameron corrected, as she walked to it.

"So, you're a lesbian," Brittany said, "but you really do like fucking? I mean, like, fucking fucking?" She'd thought the rug-muncher had been messing with her with all her earlier talk about fucking Brittany, but the raunchy toy indicated she was serious. Very fucking serious the blonde thought in shock at both the fact that there was a strap-on harness out in the open and also just how big its 'accessory' was. It had to be ten inches. Twice the size of her college boyfriend, Brian.

"A hundred percent," Cameron said, walking over to her newest toy since the blonde seemed intrigued. "I bet you thought I only eat fish, but I also enjoy spearing it."

"Gross," Brittany said, giving that lemon face she gave too often.

"Is sucking dick tasty?" Cameron asked. "Is semen delicious?"

"Well," Brittany said, "I wouldn't say that."

"Well, I can tell you that pussy tastes heavenly," Cameron said, just knowing that this pretty thing would likely taste as delicious as she looked.

"I'll have to take your word for it," Brittany said as she watched her project partner pick up the kinky apparatus and begin nonchalantly tossing the fat dildo up and down in her hand.

"Well, what about your boyfriend's word?" the brunette asked. "Doesn't he compliment your taste; doesn't he want to keep eating your sweet peach until you have to push him away after too many orgasms?"

Brittany snorted. "Hardly. I think he's afraid of getting cooties." She gasped and almost covered her mouth with her hand as she realized what intimate, private information she had just shared with this deviant. But Cameron's response shocked her in a different way than she'd expected.

"But I bet he has no problem shoving his thing through your lips after it's been wrapped up in his tighty-whities all day, tasting of sweat and drops of piss."

Brittany's face went all lemony again, but this time because of Cameron's words.

She could taste and had tasted Brian and other boys.

"You know what I like best about making love to a girl with my mouth?" Cameron purred in that surprising voice that made the social princess feel heat in her lower belly.

Brittany knew she shouldn't encourage anymore of this twisted conversation, but she gulped and said, "What?" She was remembering her otherwise straight friends Amber and Debbie cooing about letting girls eat them, and now she was oddly curious about this butch's words on the subject.

"Her orgasms."

The cheerleader took note of the plural and swallowed again.

"Feeling her whole body trembling under my lips and tongue," the girl in plaid continued. "And the indescribable taste of her cum as she washes my face with her passion."

"Oh." Just as she'd been able to internalize the butch's words about a guy forcing his dirty prick into her mouth, Brittany now found herself imagining coming under someone else's attention rather than her own. Coming again and again until she couldn't take anymore... that had never happened with another person or even with her fingers or toys. Her body shivered and her poorly serviced cunny dampened.

Cameron was loving the haughty bitch's body language in response to her descriptions of the joys of cunnilingus and decided to take another step along the path of seduction. She could sense her plan for scoring her latest turn was working better than she had even envisioned.

"Trust me, there is nothing quite like a sweet pussy," Cameron said, "both eating and being eaten." Then she suddenly seemed to register she had a massive prick in her hand and held it up. "Of course, like I told you earlier, we also fuck better than boys."

Looking at the dangerous looking beast brought Brittany back to herself a bit and she reminded herself she was straight, and this masculine bitch was a social outcast.

"Well," she said a bit scornfully, "even that big, it's still just a hunk of plastic... that isn't real fucking, now, is it?"

"Just a hunk of plastic, eh?" Cameron growled as she suddenly closed in the other girl and thrust the wicked tool into Brittany's small hand. "Does that feel like just a hunk of plastic?"

"Hey," the shocked girl gasped. Then she muttered in immediate awe of the toy, "So heavy. So soft. So hard," as she really took it in with both her sight and her touch. Besides being long, it was fat and had realistic moulded veins and a mushroom head. She wondered what a dick this big would feel like inside her. It was four inches longer than her vibe and also substantially thicker than her toy... and forget about comparing it to Brian.

"Tell me, how long does your college boyfriend last?" Cameron asked, as if reading the other teen's thoughts about her lover's inadequacies.

"What?"

"How long does he last before he comes?" Cameron reworded. "I mean, does he last long enough to make you come too?"

Brittany was silent.

"Your lack of an answer is an answer," the sly seductress said, as she reached out and ran her fingers down the length of the obscene object clutched in the hand of her flustered blonde prey. "I'm guessing you have never come from getting fucked, let alone being eaten."

"Can we talk about something else?" Brittany asked, feeling uncomfortable and slightly embarrassed, even as she unconsciously ran the tip of her thumb along the soft ridges of the toy's authentic-looking frenulum

"Can I ask you one more personal question first?" Cameron asked.

Brittany shrugged absentmindedly, still admiring the fake dick... it was so fucking big and just looked so real.

"Have you ever come from getting fucked?" Cameron bluntly asked, turning her earlier assumption into a question.

"I have read that many girls don't," Brittany replied after a lengthy pause.

"That is because men don't last long enough to fully stimulate your pussy and get you to the point of no return," Cameron explained. Registering the blonde's continued fascination with her new, big toy, she continued, wanting to add more ammunition to what was starting to look more and more like a potentially successful seduction. "I, on the other hand, can go on and on with this baby or any of my other strap-on dicks for as long as it takes."

"You have more?" Brittany asked, as she pondered this girl's explanation of why she never came from sex. Her boyfriend really didn't last remotely long enough to get her even close to orgasm. Her only orgasms ever were from her fingers or toy... and, truth be told, she often was very frustrated after a sexual encounter.

"Oh yeah, different dicks for different chicks," Cameron joked, a line she had created a while ago. She loved alliteration and she loved rhyme. She wrote a lot of poetry in her spare time.

"I can't imagine many can take this one," Brittany said, wondering if she could. She hated to admit it, but she was curious and could actually feel a little tingle in her pussy.

"With the right preparation any girl could take this monster," Cameron said, but added, "although I wouldn't suggest starting with this one."

"I'm not sure I could," Brittany said.

Cameron said, "I'll tell you what. Want to make a deal?"

"What kind of deal?" Brittany asked, Cameron now standing right in front of her, and this close she realized the butch had crystal blue eyes... just like her. And she also projected an aura of confidence and power... just like other people usually saw in her. What would they think if they saw her body thrumming in Cameron's aura?

"If I don't make you come in ten minutes I will do the entire project," Cameron offered, as she moved her hand under the cheerleading's costume to her pantyhose-clad crotch.

To her own shock, Brittany didn't back away, nor push the hand away or freak out. Instead, she let out a soft moan as she allowed this thick lesbian to touch her wet pussy. She couldn't remotely explain it, but she was so horny she was allowing this to happen.

"Mmmmmm, you are already wet."

"I-I-I don't know what is happening to..." Brittany tried to say, but didn't finish the sentence because the butch's lips were suddenly on hers. She liked kissing, liked it a lot, much more than sex itself, and she was shocked how much softer Cameron's lips were than her boyfriend's, how much nicer the kiss was. Again, she should have stopped this, she should have really stopped this, but after a brief bit of trepidation and confusion, she felt herself returning the kiss.

Cameron had anticipated this being more of a challenge but sensed that behind those bitch eyes was a sexually frustrated woman... most straight, pretty girls were. Purposely leaving out the strap-on that had indeed just arrived in the mail today had been a stroke of genius... somehow, having a dick involved, even a fake dick, made these curious girls feel they weren't completely giving up on hetero sex by trying out another female.

The kiss lasted about a minute, as Cameron ever so slowly also rubbed Brittany's pussy in a circular motion, revving this pretty bitch up for the fucking of her life. Cameron broke the kiss and asked, wanting to make sure this cheerleader willingly agreed, "So, want to make that bet?"

"If I do, you won't tell anyone," Brittany said in an attempt to stay in control.

"It will be our little secret," Cameron smiled, knowing after this first time she would be coming back begging for more... they all did once they were broken or a term she had invented: de-straightened.

"Okay," Brittany agreed, her pussy on fire.

"You will let me do what I want to you?"

"What does that mean?"

"I will warm that pussy up with my tongue first to prepare it for dick," Cameron said, having been long amazed to learn that the boys who were chasing them weren't practicing that simple task, when they were the ones who needed even more support from their mouths to make up for their only temporary hard-ons.

"And I don't have to do that to you?" Brittany asked as she rationalized that having someone lick her pussy and fuck her was something she would let a guy do too.

"Not unless you choose to," Cameron said, as she moved her hands to the cheerleader's hips, picked her up and carried her to her king-sized bed.

"Oh my," Brittany said, not from Cameron's words but from the dominant way she just picked her up.

Cameron placed her on the bed and said, as she crawled between the cheerleader's pantyhose-clad legs, slowly sliding her hands along them, "You are so fucking hot."

"You have wanted me forever, haven't you?" Brittany asked, seeing a lust in the butch's eyes she saw in so many others... this was where she had control... usually.

"Yeah, I have wanted to eat this pussy for a long time," Cameron said, moving her hands to the crotch of the pantyhose and ripping them open with one aggressive rip.

"Oh my God," Brittany gasped as she watched this lesbian shred her pantyhose so easily.

"Yeah, you want me to eat this pussy and show you how good it can be, don't you?" Cameron asked, as she bent down and moved her face to the panty-covered pussy... a fair amount of wetness leaking through the black cotton.

"Just do it," Brittany said, as she felt her panties tugged to the side.

"You sure?" Cameron asked, as she allowed her hot breath to make contact with the pretty, pink, wet pussy. "If I recall, you said never, never, never."

Brittany moaned, feeling the warmth on her suddenly needy pussy. "Yes, please eat me," she finally replied, giving in.

"Mmmmmm," Cameron purred, as she decided not to tease this poor sexy thing any longer and parted the pussy lips with her tongue.

"Ooooooh," Brittany moaned on contact as pleasure instantly warmed inside her.

"Such a delicious tasting, fresh pussy," Cameron said, wanting to let the cheerleader know that despite whatever any idiot boy might have told her, she tasted good... damned good.

"I can't believe this," Brittany moaned after about thirty seconds of Cameron's tongue on her pussy and already feeling pleasure she had never experienced with a man.

"Yeah, this pussy was made to be eaten and fucked," Cameron said, really enjoying the sweet nectar of this once forbidden fruit.

"Just fucking eat my cunt," Brittany demanded, this girl's tongue like a magic wand creating pleasure she didn't know existed with a man or her toy.

"Ooh, you get nasty when you're about to nut all over my face," Cameron purred, as she slid two fingers inside the sopping wet beauty and easily found her g-spot.

"Oh my God, yes, finger fuck me," pleaded the blonde, her first orgasm from another person about to explode.

"Get ready to have your life changed forever," Cameron said, as she tapped the g-spot while tugging the swollen clit in-between her lips.

"Oh, my fuuuuuucking..." Brittany screamed, as her legs stiffened, her orgasm erupted out of her, and she wasn't even able to finish the sentence. She felt tingles of pleasure throughout her whole body and as the fingers pulled out of her pussy she felt a massive gush of wetness flood out of her.

"Mmmmmmm," Cameron purred, loving the first taste of a straight girl's pussy cum. She lapped it up like it was her last meal while keeping her stimulated since this was just the beginning of the plan.

"Soooo good," Brittany moaned, as wave after wave after wave of pleasure cascaded through her with such intensity, suddenly wishing she'd listened to Amber and Debbie when they'd suggested she let some horny nerd girl eat her out... but how could she have known it could be this good?

"We are just getting started," Cameron said, as she got off the bed.

"You're going to do more to me? I've never come more than once before," Brittany said in a pleasure daze.

"You've never been with a woman before either," the young lesbian pointed out as she went to her closet.

As the girl in the cheerleader's uniform watched the girl in man's clothes step into a cavernous walk-in closet, she was suddenly struck by the fact that both of them were still fully clothed. She'd just had the best sex of her life, and the only evidence was ripped pantyhose and soaking wet panties. "Are you really going to fuck me?" the still trembling Brittany asked.

"Oh yeah, I'm going to fuck you," Cameron assured. "I'm going to show you how a girl should get fucked."

"I can't believe I let you do that to me," Brittany said, still feeling the after quivers of the most intense orgasm of her life.

"And yet you are still lying there waiting for me to fuck you," Cameron said, bringing out two different strap-ons.

"I know," the other replied sheepishly.

"Six- or eight-inch?" Cameron asked.

"You're not going to use the ten on me?" Brittany asked, relieved, but somehow also oddly disappointed.

"Think you can take the ten?"

"I don't know," she hemmed. "No, I guess not..."

Cameron laid her turning tools on the nightstand and began slowly unbuttoning her plaid shirt, a bit surprised at this blonde beauty's eagerness. "Brittany," she said firmly, "if I used that monster on you for your first time, I think it would be a lot more pain than pleasure for you."

Brittany had been lying there, eyes locked on the opening blouse, wondering what kind of bra a butch wore, when the tall girl's last words brought her gaze up to those intense blue eyes.

"And I suspect some of the girls you've been such a bitch to over the years would love for me to really punish you."

The blonde's face collapsed; was that fear Cameron saw there, or guilt?

"But I think it will be much better for you and for those girls you lord it over if I keep my promise and turn this into the best sex of your life."

It already is, the cheerleader almost said out loud. What she did say was, "Yes, please. Please show me; I'm willing to do anything you want."

"You are, are you?" Cameron asked.

"I can't explain it," Brittany said, just as another tremble of pleasure hit her. "I mean, you've been drooling over me like all the guys, but for some reason, with you, I... I like it."

Cameron paused her unbuttoning and looked at the blonde girl's face; it was the most relaxed and prettiest she had ever seen. She'd halfway been expecting a catfight to get this bitch mounted on her prick, but Brittany was being more of a pussycat than a hellcat. Had the poor girl been that starved of a decent orgasm?

"You know what the difference is?" she asked the girl on her bed as she resumed disrobing. "With guys, you know they're only in it for themselves and you have to keep your defenses sharp and can't really relax and enjoy yourself. But I think I've already proven that with me, I expect you to have full pleasure... even when I end up holding you down and pounding you."

Another breathless, "Oh, my," came out of the cheerleader.

"You want me to do that to you, don't you, my pet?" She shrugged off the man's shirt and Brittany gasped at what she saw... this girl was substantial. Strong shoulders and chest tapering down to a not narrow, but narrower waist, with a firm belly that still had that distinctly feminine roundness.

"I'm so embarrassed, but there is just something about you," she said.

"I understand," Cameron said, as she posed there, watching the other girl's eyes drink her in. "You are used to always having to be in control, even when you're letting him have his way."

"I guess," Brittany said, feeling almost desperate for the lesbian to continue getting undressed.

"No guessing," the brunette said as she reached her hands back to her bra clasp. "You know you're giving away so much more than you're getting, so every encounter is a struggle against that imbalance that doesn't allow you to be the real you."

"The real me?" Brittany asked, as her eyes went wide at how large Cameron's breasts were.

"Yeah, the real you who doesn't want to have to be queen bee all the time, who wants to turn herself over to another's control and know that she's going to love the surrender," Cameron said, stepping up against the side of the bed.

"I don't know about that," Brittany said. Then Cameron was peeling the heavy-duty bra away and tossing it aside. The cheerleader's eyes were suddenly transfixed on the huge breasts and hard nipples before her.

"Cup my tits, my pet," Cameron instructed softly.

"They are so big," Brittany said, staring at them and mindlessly obeying, moving her hands to the two huge coconut-sized tits.

"Everyone loves them," Cameron said, enjoying the look of awe and lust in the popular girl's eyes. These babies had helped her seduce teachers, two other cheerleaders, and a church minister's wife among others. Hell, she'd even fucked a mom and her daughter the same day... but turning this stuck-up mean girl was beginning to feel like her most consequential conquest because of the opportunity to literally change her and in turn change the school hierarchy.

"I can see why," Brittany said, as she was surprised how heavy they were. "These things must be back breakers."

"They can be."

"Why do you hide them?" Brittany asked. "I mean, I have some really nice tits myself, but if I had these everyone would know."

"I actually don't really like to draw attention," Cameron said, which was true at school, but she also wouldn't back down from a fight.

"I've never really gotten guys' fascination with tits until right now," Brittany said.

"You want to suck on my big nipples, don't you?" Cameron asked.

"Yes, can I please suck on them?"

"You sure?" Cameron asked.

"Yes, I want to please you," Brittany said, and at the moment that is exactly what she wanted more than anything else.

"I'm going to hold you to that," Cameron said, as she moved her hand to the back of the cheerleader's head and guided her to the hard nipple.

Brittany instinctively opened her mouth and took the nipple between her lips and sucked on it.

"Good girl," Cameron moaned, having very sensitive nipples.

Then for a couple of minutes there was no talking, just Brittany going back and forth between each nipple while her hands continued to cup and squeeze the amazing tits.

"Six or eight?" Cameron asked again, getting turned on by the lavish nipple worship.

Brittany pulled back so she could see the two strap-on dildoes Cameron picked up from the nightstand. "Eight," she said, wanting something bigger than her toy.

"I must warn you, if I fuck you, you are never going to be satisfied by a man," Cameron said while she got out of her pants.

"I never have been," Brittany said, eyes agog as her school project partner's full hips and powerful legs came into view.

"You will come back begging for more," Cameron warned, now just in socks and hi-cut silk panties.

"Do most of the girls you fuck eat you too?" Brittany asked. For some reason, discovering this surprisingly voluptuous and sexy body underneath the butch clothing had her incredibly interested in exploring it more, including with her mouth.

"The first pussy-licking orgasm and fuck are free," Cameron said, taking her panties off, "but if you come back begging for more the price will be to pleasure me."

"What if I want to pleasure you now?" Brittany heard herself ask and was surprised by her words and her sudden need to lick a pussy... Cameron's pussy.

"You want to eat my pussy?" Cameron asked, not at all surprised by this, but enjoying the one-eighty from earlier today.

"I want you to make me do it," Brittany said in what almost felt like a trance... as if she'd been instantly hypnotized by the intoxicating sight - and smell, she now realized - of what lay between the other girl's solid thighs.

"You want me to tell you what to do?" Cameron asked.

"Yes, please, tell me what to do, make me your slut, make me your lesbian slave," Brittany heard herself say and then felt a rush of adrenaline from uttering those submissive, kinky words.

"Very well, then, the first thing I want is for you to get naked and show me that hot body all the boys are dreaming about."

Usually, a boy wanted to see her naked as soon as he could manage it, especially her tits, so having stayed clothed this long was actually quite a surprise, only her shoes had come off so far. Brittany got off the bed and took off the V-neck shell top with the school's name emblazoned across the bodice.

"Cute bra," Cameron chuckled, surprised by the sports bra instead of the Victoria's Secret lace she'd been expecting, despite the cheerleader costume. Although, the blonde princess had still managed to find a very cute sports bra with a cutout design. Plus, she had the kind of breasts that could make any bra look good. Especially with the way her hard nipples were pressing against the clingy material.

Again, Brittany marveled at how much Cameron's face resembled those of the guys who'd been lucky enough to get this far with her, and again she marveled at herself at how that look on this butch's face was making her wet instead of wary.

Now her hands undid the catch and zipper at the back of her short, white cheerleader's skirt and she peeled it over her gently flaring hips and let it slide down her long, toned legs. Stepping out of the pooled material, she spread her legs slightly and posed.

"Fuck, you have a tight body," Cameron complimented, after a couple of moments of just drinking in quite possibly the hottest girl she'd ever had undressed in her bedroom.

"Thank you," Brittany cooed, appreciating the compliment and feeling it somehow meant more coming from a lesbian. Then one hand went to the strap of her sports bra and the other to the waistband of her ripped pantyhose. "Top or bottom?"

"Top," Cameron replied from a mouth suddenly gone dry.

It wasn't easy to make pulling off a sports bra look sexy, but Brittany managed it and then some. Her butch hostess sucked in her breath when she saw perfectly shaped teardrops pop loose and jiggle just once or twice before settling high on a strong chest.

"So, this is what perky means," the lesbian seductress said as she reached out and grasped a breast in each hand, then rubbed a thumb over each pink tit-topper. "Mmmmmm, these nipples are rock hard." She leaned in and tested their hardness with her tongue.

"Oooooh," Brittany moaned, really enjoying Cameron cupping her tits gently and not mauling them like guys did. The tongue circling around her areola, then flicking her nipple was a sensual tease. She was almost beginning to pant from the thrill before the butch finally released her tits and stepped back, now directing her gaze below the blonde's waist.

"I like those pantyhose, they're pretty sexy," she said.

"Even ripped?" Brittany retorted with a wry smile.

"Even sexier," growled Cameron, "but we need to get those panties off."

"Do you have scissors?" Brittany asked, an idea popping into her head.

"Yeah," Cameron nodded, momentarily thrown by the non-sequitur question.

"Grab them for me."

"Okay," Cameron said, suddenly realizing. She grabbed them, handed them to the blonde, who moved the scissors to her panties and cut. Cameron reached in and held the pantyhose out of the way to make it easier.

Once cut, Cameron pulled them out from the ripped pantyhose and held the very wet gusset to her nose and inhaled. "Mmmmm, you smell so good."

Brittany stood there and watched... for some reason she found watching this surprisingly beautiful woman smell her panties very erotic.

"You understand I am going to make you love pussy and big lady-dicks?" Cameron said, as she crowded into the smaller girl's body, pressing the cheerleader to move back up on the bed, where she pushed Brittany onto her back.

"Yes, I want to be your pet and please you," Brittany admitted, in awe just how badly she wanted this.

Cameron lay atop the blonde's lovely, prone body and kissed her.

Brittany kissed her back.

For a couple of minutes their tongues danced while Brittany's hands roamed around Cameron's big, juicy ass.

"Ready to discover your real sexuality?" Cameron asked, breaking the kiss and looking into the lustful blue eyes of the submissive cheerleader.

"Yes," Brittany answered.

"And that you will likely crave my pussy at school, fantasize about getting fucked all the time and being my obedient plaything?" Cameron said, feeling a rush of sexual power and adrenaline at what she was saying.

"Yes," Brittany said, so desperate to make it clear she wanted to be told what to do, "just tell me what to do."

Cameron rolled off the cheerleader, lay on her back, spread her legs and ordered,

"Come eat my pussy, my cheerleader pet."

Brittany instantly obeyed, moving between Cameron's thick, strong legs and towards her slightly hairy pussy. Excitement coursed through her as she moved her face to the pink pussy lips and inhaled the scent. "You smell so good."

"Wait until you taste me," Cameron said, knowing she had an addictively tasty pussy that women would beg to eat over and over again. She then reached down, placed her hand on the back of Brittany's head and ordered, "Now eat my pussy."

Brittany obeyed immediately, extending her tongue and parting the very wet pussy lips. She had never once pondered what a pussy tasted like, but it took just a couple of seconds to take-in Cameron's amazing flavour and know her life had changed. Sucking dick was gross, semen was disgusting, but this was absolutely tantalizing.

"Oh yeah, my pet, get used to being between my thighs," Cameron moaned as she watched the cheerleader between her legs.

"Mmmmmmm," Brittany moaned, that one decadent sentence turning her on even more and making her pussy tingle. She had no idea what would happen after today, yet she knew she was no longer straight... but that complexity could be dealt with later.

"You want to be my pussy pet?" Cameron asked.

"Yes," Brittany replied without hesitation as she licked hungrily. She wasn't sure what she was doing, but she couldn't get enough of the sweet nectar.

"My sexy cheerleader fuck toy?" Cameron continued, a major rush coursing through her body at this ultimate conquest of the bitch at the top of the school's social pyramid.

"Yes," Brittany repeated, so entranced by the pussy she was licking. The natural sensation of what she was doing and the thrill of just being a mindless sex slave was exhilarating.

"Once I come all over your pretty face, I am going to give you the fucking of your life," Cameron assured, already excited to pound this hot thing.

"I can't wait," Brittany said, as she licked the pussy.

It was a couple minutes later, Cameron's orgasm beginning to rise, when she ordered, "Finger fuck me, baby, finger bang me while you eat my pussy."

"Mmmmmmm," Brittany obeyed, sliding two fingers inside the very wet pussy and beginning to pump them quickly while she focused on the clit.

"Oh yes, baby, finger bang me, suck on my clit, that's it, right there, baby," Cameron moaned, her orgasm close.

Being called baby gave the cheerleader mixed emotions as it was so intimate, yet her focus was on making her seductress come.

"Don't stop, baby, don't stop, oh yes, oh yes, fuuuuuuck!" Cameron moaned and then bellowed.

A rush of adrenaline coursed through Brittany as she heard Cameron scream. She pulled her fingers out and caught as much of the pussy cum as she could. She was in awe of the delicious taste.

"Lick it all up," Cameron ordered with a soft moan.

"So good," Brittany said in a lustful daze.

"Told you so," Cameron said, as she enjoyed the orgasm. Sure, she had had better climaxes, and she already had plans to teach Brittany how to perfectly please a pussy, but for now this was a sweet rush.

After a couple of minutes, when Brittany didn't stop licking, Cameron gently pushed the blonde's head away and said, "Not bad for a first timer."

"I had no idea what I was doing," Brittany said, suddenly desperately worried she hadn't done well enough... well enough to be invited back between these strong legs.

"Don't worry, practice makes perfect," Cameron smiled, as she grabbed the strap-on.

"I can't believe how good you taste," the cheerleader added, licking her lips to get more. "When can I get to eat you again?"

"Don't worry, my pretty pet, I'm not stingy with my pussy," Cameron said, as she slid the harness up her firm legs. "You've just got to be a good girl."

"I can't believe I'm about to let you fuck me," Brittany said, even as she got onto all fours in preparation for a good fucking from the biggest dick to ever enter her.

"But you want me to fuck you, don't you?" Cameron asked, tightening the harness around her waist.

"I do," Brittany said. "It's so bad, but I do."

"Why is it bad?" Cameron asked, as she admired the amazing ass so perfectly encased in the silky sheer pantyhose.

"Because I have a boyfriend. Because I'm straight. Because you...."

"Because I'm a bull dyke and social outcast?" Cameron asked, as she got on the bed behind her.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean that,' Brittany said. "God, you were right, I have been a bitch."

"And now?" Cameron asked, as she rubbed the cock head up and down the very wet slit.

"And now I want to be your fuck toy slut," Brittany answered. "Punish me with that big dick, get some payback for the girls I've hurt."

"Oh, this won't be a punishing, but a discovery of what a real woman can do for you," Cameron said, as she slid all eight inches smoothly inside the wanton so-called hetero girl... although she knew even before she had slid this dick in her that she had successfully converted yet another straight girl. Brittany may stay with her boyfriend, she may marry a man, but she would continue to explore her bi side.

"Oh my God, Cameron, fuck!" Brittany screamed as she was suddenly filled with eight inches of dick.

"You want this cock?"

"Oh yes, give it to me, give it to me hard," Brittany begged, as Cameron rested deep inside her, not moving and God, she needed it to be pumping in and out of her. The new depth reached meant the faux cock was exploring uncharted territories and creating intense teasing.

"You want to be my lesbian fuck toy?" Cameron asked, pulling out and then slamming into her.

"Fuuuuuck!" Brittany screamed, never being filled so deep before. "Yes, I want to be your lesbian fuck toy."

"And eat my pussy whenever I beckon you?" Cameron asked, giving three hard thrusts.

"Yeeeeeees," the cheerleader moaned loudly, in utter awe of the real pleasure this woman was giving her. "I'll eat your pussy anytime."

"Good girl," Cameron said, "now get ready to have the fucking of your life."

"Oh yes, fuck me like your lesbian slave," Brittany moaned, oddly liking the humiliation that she usually dished out to others.

"Fuck, you're one hot slut," Cameron said, as she began fucking Brittany hard.

"Oh yeah, give it to me, pound my pussy," Brittany moaned wildly, these first few strokes more pleasurable than any cock or toy previous.

Then for a couple of minutes there was just fucking... moaning... the sexy sound of two bodies colliding.

It was Brittany moaning wildly that finally asked, "Can I roll onto my back, I want to watch you fuck me."

"You do?" Cameron asked, this actually a surprise.

"Yeah, I want to watch those big tits bounce, that tight body fuck me, and look into your eyes as I give myself to you entirely," Brittany said. She couldn't explain it, was utterly confused by it, but she felt a real connection to this girl... a connection she felt was more than amazing sex... she was undeniably attracted to her, emotionally as well as physically.

"Okay," Cameron agreed, pulling out of the sexy cheerleader, even though she was slightly confused by her words.

Brittany rolled onto her back and said, "Please come kiss me while you fuck me."

"With pleasure," Cameron said, this taking a surprising turn.

Then for glorious minutes, there was just kissing and exploring each other's mouths with their lips and tongues. The butch kept on fucking the cheerleader, but it was slow and smooth as Cameron also began to feel more between them.

Finally, needing to come, needing to be pounded hard, Brittany broke the kiss and begged, "Please fuck me hard, Cameron. I need to come so bad."

"As promised," Cameron said, admiring the amazing blonde's body.

"Oh, baby, you are so fucking hot," Brittany moaned, the endearment coming unbidden to her lips as she looked into Cameron's eyes just as Cameron grabbed her ankles, spread them wide and began fucking her good.

"You are too," Cameron said, getting an odd feeling she didn't usually get. Sex was sex. Sex was fun. Sex was control. Yet, there was something stirring inside her and it confused her.

"Oh God, Cameron, harder, fuck me harder," Brittany begged, her orgasm rising as she admired the big tits bouncing as Cameron slammed into her. Was it really possible to have multiple orgasms? She'd always considered it an urban myth up to now.

"I want you to come on my dick, baby," Cameron encouraged, after a couple of minutes of deep pounding. The lustful look in Brittany's eyes adding to the rush of adrenaline as she fucked the popular cheerleader.

"Then call me your slut, tell me what I am," Brittany moaned, "tell me what you are going to make me do after this."

"Oh, you want to be used like a complete lesbian fuck toy?" Cameron asked, really giving it to her now.

"Yes, yes, please," Brittany begged, as she moved her left hand to her clit and began to rub it.

"Once you come on my dick, I am going to sit on your face while we have a lengthy 69," Cameron said.

"Oh yes, more," Brittany moaned wildly, a frantic desperation in her tone.

"Then at school tomorrow I'm going to make you eat me in the bathroom and then wear my cum all over your face," Cameron wickedly suggested, although she didn't imagine this would really occur.

In the heat of the moment, wanting to come and not wanting this life changing encounter to end, the blonde neophyte agreed. "I'll eat your pussy anytime and wear your cunt cum with pride."

"Shit, you are one nasty bitch," Cameron laughed at the cheerleader's willing agreement.

"I want to be your lesbian pet," Brittany declared and then screamed, "Fuuuuuuuuck!"

"Oh yeah, come for me, my sexy slut," Cameron purred, not slowing down at all as orgasm two ripped through the beautiful young woman. Watching a girl's face when she cums was always hot and Brittany's was absolutely amazing... suddenly her sour lemon squeeze was eye-catching and arousing lemon meringue.

"Oooooh, Jesus," Brittany babbled as her entire body quaked with such intensity, she thought she may pass out.

"Yeah, this is my pussy now," Cameron declared, something she often did after converting a straight girl.

"You own it, Cameron, you own my pussy," Brittany enthusiastically declared.

"Yeah, I do," Cameron agreed, pumping that pussy for another minute before pulling out, quickly getting out of the harness and straddling the cheerleader's pretty face.

"Yes, give me that cunt, I want to eat it so fucking bad," Brittany said with lust, her mouth watering with hunger.

"I may have turned you into a complete lesbian femme," Cameron teased as she lowered her pussy onto the eager blonde's face.

"I can't imagine ever sucking a cock again," Brittany said, as she leaned up to bury her face in the wet pussy.

"Oh, you'll be sucking my cocks," Cameron assured, the idea of seeing Brittany bob on one of her dicks was pretty hot.

"Anything for you," Brittany said, between reckless licks as Cameron leaned down to devour the blonde's pussy, still leaking from orgasm two.

"Mmmmmm, I'm going to keep you to that," Cameron said, before beginning to lick.

"I mean it, I want to do this all the time," Brittany said, and meant it in her lustful addictive state.

Then for a good fifteen minutes they ate each other. Brittany came three more times before Cameron finally gifted the cheerleader with her pussy cum.

Both exhausted, Cameron lay on her back and wrapped one arm around Brittany, pulling her in tight, and the blonde snuggled into the cocoon of safety. She couldn't explain it, but she felt completely comfortable in this bigger woman's arms. She was exhausted. She was sexually satisfied. She was confused. She was happy.

For her part, Cameron had held a number of drained lovers this way, both new and experienced lesbians, but she was also feeling a higher level of comfort, of ownership in a good way, than ever before.

A couple of minutes later, Cameron turned sideways and kissed Brittany.

The kiss this time was sweet and tender.

It lasted a couple of minutes.

When it broke, Brittany asked a question she couldn't imagine she would ever say. "I know you imagined this as a one time teaching me a lesson type of thing."

"Yeah, the plan was to just fuck the shit out of you," Cameron admitted.

"But, and I can't believe I am saying this, I want more."

"More?"

Brittany sat up and looked down at the pretty girl she had never really looked at before tonight, just looked through. "Yes." She then kissed Cameron once and asked tentatively, feeling nervous as she said it, "Can I be your girlfriend?"

"My girlfriend?" Cameron asked, this one shocking her to the core.

"Yeah, I know it's probably crazy and I doubt you actually like the idea," Brittany rambled on, "but I have never felt this desire for someone before."

"It could be the five orgasms," Cameron smiled.

"That definitely was fun," Brittany said, then continued, feeling so nervous and insecure, "I can't explain it, but I feel something inside me that is more than just sex. I want to be with you."

"Like, date me?"

"Yes, I will even woo you if I have to," Brittany smiled.

"You understand that would mean public affection?" Cameron asked, processing this surprising turn of events.

"I'll hold your hand in public, I'll kiss you in public, I'll do anything you want," Brittany said. "I want to be your girlfriend."

"And also my sex slave?" Cameron asked with a playful smile.

"Yes, I want it all," Brittany said, sensing Cameron was about to agree.

"Okay," Cameron said, kissing her. "But what about your boyfriend?"

"I'll call him once we are done," Brittany said.

"We are not done yet?" Cameron asked.

"Well," Brittany said, getting off the bed, and walking to the ten-inch strap-on dick, "I haven't fucked you yet."

"Oh, you think you can handle that cock?" Cameron asked.

"The question is, can you?" Brittany asked.

"Shit, girlfriend," Cameron said, walking over to the pretty blonde and kissing her, "you are one insatiable bitch."

"What can I say? You woke up a side of me I didn't know existed," Brittany said.

"Well, you know the saying, once you try dyke, you discover what you like," Cameron said. Not quite as catchy as the famous 'once you go black' saying, but it kind of worked.

"Well, I really like you," Brittany said, looking into Cameron's eyes.

"And I really like you," Cameron returned the flattery. "And these," she added, cupping a picture-perfect breast in each hand.

"They are nowhere near as big as yours," Brittany pointed out.

"They are the perfect size," Cameron complimented, squeezing both and taking one perky nipple in her mouth once more.

"Oh fuck," Brittany moaned, Cameron's lips and tongue on her nipples sending pulsating pleasure directly to her pussy.

Over the next hour, Brittany fucked Cameron to an orgasm with the ten-inch monster; Cameron ate Brittany to two more orgasms while using her fingers and even teasing the blonde's virgin asshole before they ended up falling asleep in bed... not even remotely starting their school project.

Brittany finally woke up to her mother's ringtone on her phone. "Shit, it's after eleven."

"Oh, wow," Cameron said, it having been over an hour since they cuddled to recover from the marathon of orgasms.

"Hi, Mom," Brittany said after going to her purse and answering the phone. Cameron walked over, dropped to her knees and began licking. "Sorry, been working on this science project all night and lost track of time." "Yes, I am on my way home in a couple of minutes." "Okay, bye."

"You bad girl," Brittany said.

"I needed a bedtime snack," Cameron said.

"Well, I should get one too," Brittany said, not able to get enough of Cameron's pussy.

That led to fifteen minutes of home dining before each came one more time.

Once dressed, Cameron walked Brittany to the front door and they were startled by Cameron's mom.

"Oh, and who is your new friend?" Mrs. White asked.

Brittany's eyes went wide.

"Mom, this is Brittany Hamilton, we've been assigned to work on a school project together. Brittany, this is my mom, Vanessa."

"Nice to meet you, Brittany," Mrs. White warmly greeted her, even as she took in the girls' dishevelled appearances. Both of them had shiny faces; the evidence of what they'd really been doing literally written and worn all over their faces.

"You too, Mrs. White," Brittany greeted.

"Well, I hope to see you again," Mrs. White said.

"Oh, she will be over here often," Cameron said, curious how Brittany would react to this first test of her promise to be willing to go public with their relationship. "We still have a lot of work to do on our project, plus, Brittany asked me out today."

"That is great," Mrs. White said.

"Yes, I'm absolutely crazy about your daughter," Brittany said, going all in and kissing Cameron one once last time. "I had a wonderful time."

"I did too," Cameron replied.

"So, you two found romance on April Fool's Day," the mother said, "are you sure your hearts aren't just playing jokes on you?" But her smile and laugh showed she was joking herself. "At least you'll have an easy-to-remember anniversary."

Brittany, humbled by the night, and her acceptance of a truth about herself she hadn't known existed before Cameron woke it from deep slumber, took her new girlfriend's hand in hers. Pleased to find even that simple act feeling so natural, she said, "Mrs. White, the only prank played today was by me on myself."

"Oh?" Mrs. White asked.

"I came here with negative expectations and unjustified views of your daughter and ended up being wonderfully surprised at how amazing she is," Brittany said, giving Cameron's hand a squeeze even as she knew she meant each word.

Mrs. White placed her hand on Cameron's cheek, drawing a delightfully out-of-character blush. "You don't have to tell me how amazing my daughter is," the mom smiled.

"Well, I'm just glad I discovered it before I did something stupid to lose my chance," Brittany said, kissing Cameron one more time, not really wanting to leave.

Mrs. White now laid her hand on the blonde's cheek. "It really was great meeting you," she said.

"You too," Brittany said, reluctantly letting go of Cameron's hand and leaving, her head spinning with the reality of her life-altering night.

"Is that Davis Hamilton's daughter?" the mother asked once they were alone.

"Yep," Cameron nodded.

"Well, she is a cute thing," the mom said.

"Don't even start," Cameron warned, her mother always checking out her girlfriends.

"What? I'm just saying," the mom said, having a thing for these teenaged girls on the cusp of womanhood.

"Don't," Cameron warned. "I think this may be serious."

"Really?" Mrs. White asked. "Has the pretty cheerleader tamed the seduce 'em and leave 'em girl of mine?"

"Maybe, Mom, maybe," Cameron admitted, unsure what the future held, confused by her strong feelings and excited about tomorrow.

The end

Epilogue:

That night, Brittany called and broke up with her boyfriend. He called her a bitch and hung up. She didn't care, Cameron had given her more pleasure and excitement in one night than all the boys she had dated and fucked times infinity.

The next morning, Brittany picked Cameron up and they walked hand in hand into the school shaking the foundation of the hierarchy of the school in seconds.

And yes, Cameron kept her word, having Brittany eat her pussy in the bathroom at the end of the lunch break.

And yes, Brittany kept her word, walking into Mrs. Barber's class with a shiny face.

Mrs. Barber gave a knowing smile, having eaten Cameron's full, sweet pussy in this very room on more than one occasion. Then she had to bite the inside of her cheek to keep from laughing out loud at the way love worked. When Brittany had come to complain about the partnership yesterday, she had been right, it really had been meant as an April Fool's joke on the self-centered girl. Mrs. Barber thought some time with the strong-minded Cameron might help bring Brittany down a peg or two for her own good. She certainly hadn't expected that Cameron would end up really pegging the girl their first day together. Because from the cheerleader's walk, she had no doubt that's what the big girl had done. Well, good for both of them. Hmm, she wondered if Cameron might be willing to share her new pet. Now that would make for a very interesting class project.

Love... love is a peculiar thing.

The Actual End