Game Night

                   It was game night; everyone was out on the field watching the football players work their magic. All the cheerleaders were taking a break, drinking some Gatorade and gossiping by the sidelines, except two of them. Jessie Burlingame and Caroline Ackerman took the opportunity to sneak back into the school and break into the biology classroom.

        Caroline was kneeling before the door, carefully introducing a piece of bent wire into the lock. She shook it and turned it slightly searching for the right pressure point while Jessie served as a lookout. “Hurry up,” the brunette whispered a bit exasperated, “You know that creepy janitor is around here somewhere.” Caroline shot her a quick look then got back to her task, “What? Mr. Jones? We can outrun him.” The lock clicked. Caroline stood up, brushing her blonde bangs away from her face, and held the door open for Jessie, “See I told you I knew what I was doing.” Jessie stuck out her tongue playfully near Caroline’s face, “Yeah, well you’re a bit rusty.” They quickly approached the desk, opening drawers and rummaging through grade papers, looking for their next test. “You know what they say,” the blonde answered, “You never forget it. It’s like riding a biker.”

         Caroline found the coveted price and they headed out the door with a brisk pace. Then they heard other footsteps echoing in the hall, slower, heavier than their own. “Hey! What do you think you’re doing here!?”

        They bolted down the hall, Mr. Jones, the creepy janitor running and cursing after them. The girls jumped through the same window they came in, cut across the faculty parking lot and got to the game just in time for their next appearance. Caroline hid the test under her gym bag and they both headed to the football field to say their cheers.

         The bleachers were full, making it evident that it was the most important game of the season. If their team won they would go to the finals and the score was tied so far. After their presentation was over the cheerleaders started leading the fans through some cheers for their team, the Santa Clara Rockets. Then Jessie whispered in Caroline’s ear that there was a shadow approaching through the dark parking lot, probably the janitor, and that they should hide under the bleachers.

        The blonde decided to take the papers with her, just in case they decided to do a bag sweep. She was almost sure that Mr. Jones wouldn’t be able to pick them out of a lineup but she could bet that he saw their skimpy red, blue and gold two piece uniforms from a mile away. Besides they weren’t exactly known for their stellar behavior and neither of them were in good graces with the principal. Better safe than sorry she guessed.

        They sat on the dirt, under the cement bleachers. It was the perfect hiding spot. There were so many people that you couldn’t see anything but legs from the front. On the back there was the visitor’s parking lot, the fence and a line of cars providing cover. They nestled close to each other, resting their backs against the concrete. Both unconsciously held their breaths as they saw glimpses of Mr. Jones making the rounds in front of the rows of people watching the game. He paced back and forth constantly, probably looking for the intruders or the principal. “I guess we’ll be here for a while,” Jessie whispered in Caroline’s ear, her brown hair brushing against her friend’s cheek as she spoke. Against Caroline’s will, a flash of desire ran through her, quickly turning into shame even though her friend didn’t notice.

        She thought Jessie was a beautiful girl as soon as she saw her the first day of high school, showing off her long chocolate colored hair, doe eyes and a slender body that made most girls hate her instantly. They ran into each other in some of their classes and in the cheerleading tryouts. Eventually they started talking, hanging out and getting detention together. They chased after boys a lot too, but Jessie had told her that she was also into girls, and ever since that day Caroline couldn’t stop fantasizing about her. At first it was innocent enough, with her friend making cameos in her heterosexual daydreams. They would seduce one of the studly jocks, get him into a classroom and make out with him. Then it slowly escalated to hotter, sexier scenes where they would lure two guys into a bedroom and have sex catching occasional glimpses of each other. Then it was the two girls kissing and groping in front of the guys, until the jocks disappeared from her mind altogether. It was just Caroline and her friend in her fantasies, her hands pulling at Jessie’s dark brown hair, exposing her soft neck and kissing it softly, longingly. Their mouths meeting brazenly, with ardent passion. But in real life it was also her hand down her panties, touching herself as she lay alone on her bed. She was ashamed indeed, because she considered herself straight-ish, and she had decided against saying anything about it but at that moment a sense of longing and curiosity were killing her.

        “What’s it like… being into girls?” Caroline managed to say, sounding more innocent than what she’d intended to. Jessie giggled. “Just like being into guys Caroline, except there’s a clit where the dick should be. Why do you ask?” the brunette said, looking into her eyes and unconsciously biting her bottom lip. The blonde shrugged, “just… curious I guess.” Her answer came out like a sultry whisper, her green eyes fixated into Jessie’s, silently begging her to make a move before her self consciousness made her change the subject.

        Jessie moved in for a kiss, at first hesitantly, stopping halfway, waiting a second to see if Caroline backtracked and called her a freak, but she didn’t. Instead she leaned in a bit, her plump pink lips parting just enough to let out a needy sigh, and Jessie read in her face the approval to dive in the rest of the way. Their lips met tenderly at first, and Caroline felt a surge of new feelings electrifying her. Some newfound kind of lust she had never felt with boys. The kiss was nothing like she had imagined before, less fervent, yet dirtier, riskier. Then the brunette ran her tongue over Caroline’s lips, parting them, playing with her. Giving her a kiss so sweet and passionate at the same time, that only another girl could pull it off. Jessie pulled away, smiling at her, “So…?” Caroline just sat there, catching her breath, her head spinning, trying to register what had happened and what would be next. This time she took the lead, leaning in for an equally alluring kiss, then slowly laying back, her legs stretched out in front of her and her elbows propping herself up from the ground. Jessie straddled her without breaking the kiss, an unspoken agreement between them, just experimenting and just for tonight.

        The sounds of the football match going on just a few feet in front of their hiding spot seemed distant. The crowd cheered, babbled about the scores but that didn’t bother her. All Caroline could hear was the echoes of a whistle, interrupted by her own ragged breathing. Then for the first time she felt another girl’s hands running down her back, unzipping her top, sliding it off her chest. A weird feeling for her, soft hands against her skin instead of the rough ones she was used to. She willingly laid down on the soil, her blonde hair still in a pony tail high behind her head, her naked breasts rising and falling rapidly, a telltale sign of her nervousness. The same soft hand pulled the scrunchie off her hair, combed her hands through it and placed it on her shoulder. Jessie took a moment to look at her, to admire her beauty, her nakedness, something high school boys never did. They were always in a rush to get into her panties; as if afraid she would suddenly change her mind before they could get a piece of her. But instead Jessie took a moment to take in the sight as she ran her hands slowly over both sides of the blonde’s neck, then down her collarbone and her supple breasts, never stopping to grab a handful but softly teasing her instead. After a moment Jessie’s mouth was hot on her nipples. Her fingers exploring the wetness between Caroline’s legs at the same time.

        “WOOOOOOOOO!” the crowd shouted, apparently someone had scored a goal. They were startled for a second. Both had almost forgotten where they were and the sudden yells reminded them. Under the bleachers. Hiding from Mr. Jones. Jessie squinted, got closer behind the legs of the man sitting right in front of her and tried to make out if the janitor was still looking for them.  “I think he’s gone,” she said and they continued their voyage carelessly with the reassurance that everyone’s eyes were on the game.

         Jessie scurried her way off of Caroline and sat on the dirt. She took the blonde’s panties down, a mischievous smirk on her face. “What are you doing?” her eyes wide open at the sudden realization that she was almost naked under the bleachers. “I’m just going down for a taste,” the brunette reassured, sucking on her index finger and leisurely inserting it into Caroline’s pussy. The strawberry blonde hesitated. Her friend moved the finger in and out all the while, trying to convince her, “No one’s looking. And you’re wicked wet.” Their lustful gazes crossed again and Caroline smiled as she decided to go with her instincts, “Just don’t take off my skirt.”

        Jessie’s mouth on her clit quickly sent a cascade of shivers running down her spine. She started moaning against her best wishes, unconsciously bucking her hips into the brunette’s finger. Her tongue caressing the wet folds of Caroline’s cunt, then running over her clit before sucking it hard. All of Jessie’s movements were gentle, skillful and titillating, knowing just how to suck and where to lick. The crowd cheered again, muffling the loud whimper Caroline let out when she climaxed. An orgasm so powerful that, even though she wasn’t the religious type, she couldn’t help but cry to God.

      Caroline stopped Jessie from dressing her. “My turn,” she whispered before kissing the brunette, and then headed down south to do some more experimenting herself. At first she ran her hand over Jessie’s panties, “You’re pretty wet yourself,” she giggled in delight and inexperience. “Can’t say you don’t have me all worked up,” was the answer she heard between shallow breaths. She moved her underwear aside and inserted a finger, discovering that she really liked how the brunette’s warm muscles squeezed around it. She inserted another finger, Jessie squirming beneath her. Caroline lifted the brunette’s top and put her mouth to one of her stiff nipples, flicking her tongue over it and suckling gently, wanting to nibble on it but resisting. Her lack of practice was already obvious and she didn’t want to make the mistake of being too harsh on another girl’s body. Then she lifted her friend’s hips, making her lay down on the dirt and drove her mouth to her pussy. She tasted a girl’s tang for the first time, leaving her with a different, yet pleasant flavor in her mouth. The blonde tried imitating Jessie’s movements, but found that she wasn’t nearly as good. Still she heard no complaints.

        “I’m close,” Jessie moaned to her as she put her own hand on her clit, masturbating as Caroline kept two fingers inside her, moving them with a fast, steady motion. And for the first time ever she saw a girl reach an orgasm almost as stout as her own. Jessie was panting, moving, moaning beneath her, and she felt sort of proud that it was because of her own doing.

        Both girls helped each other to straighten out their uniforms before the game was over. The lustful fog was clear out of their heads now and the sudden realization that they might get caught sank in. Jessie combed Caroline’s strawberry blonde hair once again, but this time she was getting it up into a pony tail instead of letting it down. “Shit, I think we sat on the test,” Caroline said, the wrinkled papers in her hand, and they both giggled. “Well,” said the brunette as she wiped some dirt from her friend’s face, “My parents are out of town. I guess we should walk to my house, hit the shower.” “Yeah,” Caroline reassured after leaning in for the last kiss of the night.