Song of the South: Go Bulldogs, Go!

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.