As teen girls, we love to experiment. Especially with our closest friends
I was 12 years old the first time I kissed one of my cheerleading friends. And I don’t mean a little innocent peck. No, It was a full on lesbian kiss. The first time I messed around with one of my friends I was 14. Just a little teen with a crush on a girl on her cheerleading squad. After practice every day I would go back to her house. My mom would chat with her mom while we played in the backyard. She had this treehouse that was very high up in the trees. You couldn’t really see in, except for a small window.
We would always hang out up there for the few hours our parents would allow us. We always said we were doing homework. But we never did. We would sit in that tree house for hours and makeout with each other. Feeling up our thighs under our cheerleading skirts. She would lay on top of me while we were making out, and then we would switch. For teen girls, this was pretty racey. But one day, it went further. She slid her hand inside my spandex, running her fingers over my young teen pussy. It made me jump. And when I did, she tried to move her hand away. But I grabbed it, I didn’t want her to stop.
I took her little cheerleading top off. She was wearing a baby pink sports bra underneath it.
Once I removed that, I could see her tiny, perky, teen boobs. Nipples so pink and stiff. She slid her fingers inside of me as I took my top off. We rubbed our hard nipples together as we made out. Not coming up for breath. She was sliding her fingers in and out of my pussy. Grinding on each other, breathing hard, we were really into it. So into it, we didn’t hear our mother’s calling for us.
Her mom opens the door to the treehouse to find me and her daughter half naked making out. Her daughter’s hand deep inside me. She started screaming “wait until your father hears about this shit! Disgusting!” Grabbing her daughter and pulling her out of the tree house. I followed behind.
The entire way home was a lecture, I was forbidden to ever see her again other than at practice. And that was fine, because we still had P.E. together, and mutual friends. They couldn’t stop us even if they wanted to.
