This is a work of fiction. None of the events actually happened, and none of the people actually exist. If you are offended by lesbian sex, I urge you to stop reading now.
(FF, FFf, College Lesbian)
Emily Rae was in her sophomore year at UC Santa Barbara. In addition to being a Communications major who dreamed of being a television broadcaster, "Emma" was a flyer on the Gaucho cheer squad. This meant that she was the girl that the other cheerleaders threw in the air, and held atop the human pyramids.
This was perhaps the most visible position on the squad, and Emma was certainly the cutest girl on the team. Standing just 5'4", her sun-kissed blonde hair and tight athletic body had helped to boost attendance at UCSB basketball games held in the Thunderdome. The southern California sun had agreed with her, and she had a fashionable tan to go with her pretty face that was highlighted by a unique cleft in her chin.
UCSB Gaucho colors are royal blue and gold. While the other girls on the cheer squad wore blue Spanx underneath their cheer skirts, Emma wore yellow. As she was thrown in the air so often, the yellow Spanks would accentuate her blonde hair as her skirt sailed around.
A bit of a show off, Emma knew that she was cute, and to give the fans a treat, she would sometimes pretend not to notice for a few seconds when her skirt got caught, and exposed her firm, athletic bubble-butt. When she would eventually pull the skirt down, you could sometimes hear audible groans from the male members of the student section.
A good student, Emma grew up in a Wisconsin farm community where she was both Homecoming and Prom Queen in her senior year of high school. Emma had a boyfriend, but she never let him get too far. She was pretty enough to have the upper hand on this. Her boyfriend certainly wanted more, but he rationalized that it was better to be known as the boyfriend of the prettiest girl in the area. People could speculate on what he was or wasn't getting. He wasn't talking.
She would break things off with him before she went off to college, explaining it wouldn't be fair for him to have a girlfriend 2,000 miles away. She even agreed to give him a hand job as a parting gift.
Emma had a secret though. She had known from a young age that she was interested in girls. At age 7 she had developed a crush on TV's "Hannah Montana," played by Miley Cyrus. She had her first lesbian experience at age 16 while babysitting for a 33-year old single mother. The privacy of the woman's farm allowed the affair to continue very discretely for the rest of her time in high school.
Emma loved lying on her back while being serviced by the farm MILF. The woman was grateful for the time spent with the pretty teen, and both of them enjoyed being nude, and wrapped in each others arms. They had to break it off when the baby became a toddler. No one wanted to explain to the child what the babysitter was doing between Mommy's legs.
If caught, the scandal in the small town would have been huge, and both of their reputations would have been scarred beyond repair. Emma knew that she had to get out of this small, prying town, and to go to college as far away as she possibly could. She selected the Goleta, California campus of UC Santa Barbara.
What Emma didn't realize was that moving to Southern California would only increase the lesbian temptation for the pretty girl who was choosing to remain in the closet. Being in a beach community with year-round pleasant weather, there was laid before her a college full of beautiful girls and women who often wore no more than little shorts with bare midriffs exposed, or even bikinis in November.
Emma had made it a "look but don't touch" policy since arriving on campus. She wasn't sure how others would react to the "lesbian cheerleader," or if word would get back to her family in Wisconsin? She chose not to risk it for the time being, but she was becoming increasingly sexually frustrated, and often masturbated while remembering sucking on the large breasts of the Wisconsin MILF, and the wonderful feeling of having her body caressed tenderly. The older woman was a skillful lesbian lover, and would unhurriedly have soft. romantic sex with the teen Homecoming queen. As Emma was usually being paid for babysitting, her parents were none the wiser.
Frustrations came to a head late in her freshman year of college She decided to make the 90-minute drive down to a lesbian bar that she'd read online about in West Hollywood. Although only 18, she was too pretty to ever be ID'd in any bar. It was good for business to have a little "hottie" like Emma inside. She was confident that it would be the same way at the "Girl Bar."
Santa Barbara is certainly more cosmopolitan than her little farm town in Wisconsin, but it is not L.A. So, it was with some deal of trepidation she made her decision the to visit the club. After all, she was hoping to get laid, and to do it somewhere where she wouldn't be found out on campus or at home. She'd even packed a small overnight bag just in case.
The "Girl Bar" was busy on a Friday night. There were women of all ages, shapes and sizes inside, many of them dancing to the loud music. There were "butches" and "femmes," white girls, black girls, Asian girls and Hispanic girls. There were groups of college girls out for a fun night of dancing, and there were what appeared to be wealthy "cougars" on the prowl for younger "kittens." Emma was inclined to be most attracted to "femmes," like herself. However, this night she was resolved to be open to any experiences.
Entering the noisy club, the 18-year old was dressed in a form-fitting little black dress that was short enough to show off her tanned, athletic legs, and highlight her firm, shapely ass. Emma's heels made her a more presentable, she thought, 5'8".
Emma was looking for sex with a stranger, so she chose not to wear a bra with the dress. Her breasts were not large, but the fabric was shear enough that she knew that her nipples would poke out nicely. Emma walked to the bar and asked the bartender to recommend something sweet. "As sweet as you?" The husky bartender replied, and put her finger on the cleft of Emma's chin. Emma was flattered, but not interested. She smiled and ordered a Melon Margarita, which she planned to drink sparingly through the evening. She wanted to stay on her toes in the unfamiliar surroundings.
A somewhat plump college girl with multiple tattoos and a UCLA tank top asked Emma to dance. She wasn't really Emma's type, but a dance was a dance. After two fast dances, Emma attempted to thank the coed and take a break from the dance floor. The UCLA girl grabbed Emma's head and reached in for a kiss. Emma skillfully ducked it, as she had done with many boys. She gave a polite, "Thanks again for the dance," and headed back to the bar, suggestively wiggling her ass as she walked, letting the UCLA girl know what she wasn't going to get that night.
In what seemed like no time, she was approached by a very stylish, well put together 40'ish woman in a tan designer suit. If she wasn't a Hollywood power-type, she certainly dressed the part. Emma wasn't too concerned about the age of her lover that night, she just wanted some release.
The older woman said, "I saw you when you walked in. You're a very pretty young lady. You could be a model. I'm Jacqueline." "I'm Emma," the teen politely replied. She was intrigued by the attractive older woman, and agreed to a slow dance. It would be an exaggeration to call Jacqueline "handsy," but she skillfully caressed the young cheerleader, without actually molesting her.
With a nod and a kiss, the older woman turned Emma over to a tall, olive-skinned, brunette named Sofia. Sofia was clearly young, but beautiful, with long legs and delicate features. This was no ordinary college girl, and she was just what Emma liked. She had a thing for tall girls.
After talking awhile Emma discovered that Sofia was a runway model with a top L.A, agency. This was her first year of modeling, and she had already done designer shows in New York, Paris and Milan. Emma was extremely attracted to Sofia, and it didn't take much for Emma to imagine having sex with the young model.
Emma tried to be a little vague, and explained that she was a college student, and was here in California from Wisconsin. Emma purposely didn't specify that she was attending UC Santa Barbara or that she was a cheerleader. She was, after all, still in the closet publicly.
As Emma and the model continued their conversation at the bar, Jacqueline, the older woman, came up to Sofia and put her arm over her shoulder while engaging Emma deeply with her eyes.
"Clearly, you two know each other?" Emma asked drolly. "Indeed," replied Jacqueline, as she explained that she was an agent for many of the models at the agency, and that she had discovered Sofia at a young age in Philadelphia.
As she was telling the story, Jacqueline's hand slowly reached over Sofia's shoulder, and began lowering her hand into the younger girls' blouse, and began to gently finger the upper portion of her cleavage. Again, her eyes never departed from Emma's.
Jacqueline asked Emma if she liked Sofia? She began drawing circles around an aroused nipple popping up underneath Emma's black dress. "I think you like Sofia a lot," cooed Jacqueline to Emma. With that, she lightly kissed Sofia on the lips, and lifted one of Emma's hands to one of Sofia's breasts.
Jacqueline explained to Emma that she and Sofia lived nearby in Santa Monica, and sometimes they liked to have friends over "for a bit of fun." She then asked Sofia to give Emma a kiss. Sofia complied with an open mouth. She would be glad to make love to someone closer to her own age. The trio were soon headed for the exit.
Jacqueline lavishly tipped the valet to ensure that Emma's car would be well-protected overnight. Another valet pulled up with Jacqueline's black, 500-series Mercedes sedan. Jacqueline helped both girls into the back seat of her car with a gentle pat on the rear ends of each girl.
No one in traffic could see through the dark windows of the traveling sedan, so Sofia began to passionately kiss Emma, and feel her up through her clothes. Would Sofia even be able to wait until they made the short drive to Santa Monica?
Sofia was grateful for all that Jacqueline did to get her started in the modelling industry. She was even provided with a beautiful place to live. The payment that she made was by making herself available to Jacqueline sexually, during all non-working hours. Sofia had to admit that Jacqueline was an elegant woman, and attractive for someone in her 40's. The sex wasn't bad. It was just too often. Jacqueline had the sex drive of a teenage boy! It was hard to read a book or even watch TV without Jacqueline's tongue in Sofia's young cunt!
And I mean young! While making out with Emma in the backseat, Sofia revealed that she was only 15-years old. Emma gasped and broke off her kiss. Misreading Emma, Jacqueline assured the young cheerleader that she could supply younger girls if Emma had a thing for that. Sofia, better understood Emma's reticence. and assured Emma that everything was O.K., and with that she unbuttoned her blouse so that Emma could suck on her small model's breasts.
Sofia had indeed been discovered by Jacqueline while performing as a 14-year old in a school play at a Catholic school in Philadelphia. Jacqueline was a pro, and knew that she had to be looking for potential models, especially with a unique look, 24 hours a day. Most models have short shelf lives, so new models had to be identified and groomed from ages 13-15.
Sofia was tall for her age, around 5'9" and seemingly still growing at 14-years old. Sofia had a type of Mediterranean beauty, and carried herself confidently, with good upright posture. "Perhaps they do teach them something in Catholic school?" Jacqueline mused to herself.
The agent waited until after the show to introduce herself to the young modeling prospect. Sofia was naturally excited to be approached by an agent, and took her into the audience to meet her parents. Her father was naturally a little suspicious, but Jacqueline professionally answered every question and concern, and invited the parents to do their own inquiry before anyone proceeded to a signed contract. Jacqueline then presented her business card and private cell phone number. Even Sofia's blue collar Dad recognized the name of the agency from TV.
Sofia's mother was put in charge of checking things out on the internet. She googled everything that she could, and even called the agency in Los Angeles. It was explained that Jacqueline was one of their top agents, and Sofia's mother was complimented for being a good parent and checking things out beforehand, as there were "a lot of unscrupulous people out there."
Sofia's parents were informed that due to Sofia's age that she would be enrolled in a private school in Santa Monica, and that Jacqueline, herself, would act as agent and guardian while in Los Angeles. With six other kids in the blue collar family, Sofia's parents agreed that they couldn't deny their daughter such a wonderful opportunity.
Jacqueline explained that before Sofia officially signed with the agency that she would have to do some test shots to ensure that Sofia was as photogenic as she appeared. If all went well, it would be print ads, fashion shoots, runway work, TV commercials, and more and more...
When Sofia flew to L.A., and her parents were 3,000 miles away, Jacqueline had "the talk" with Sofia. Everything would be exactly as described to Sofia, "if she played ball." Sofia looked at Jacqueline with uncomprehending eyes. "Play ball?" Sofia innocently asked. With that, Jacqueline began to slowly unbutton the blouse of the 14-year old. Sofia began to understand what "Play ball" meant. She was willing to do it. She just couldn't go back to Philadelphia as a failure.
Jacqueline began kissing Sofia's small 14-year old breasts, and not very successfully trying to force her hand between Sofia's legs. Jacqueline suddenly stopped. She'd handled reluctant young girls plenty of times in the past. She would eventually get her way. She always did.
"Sofia," Jacqueline said sternly. "As a model you will be constantly changing quickly from outfit to outfit. There will be no time nor tolerance for modesty. You will be naked, or nearly naked off and on during every booking. Difficult girls have very short careers... no matter how pretty they are."
"Now please take all of your clothes off so I can help to identify and hide any flaws before your test shots." Sofia had read a little bit about runway modeling, and she knew what Jacqueline had said about the nudity had made sense. She just didn't know, however, that she was expected to have lesbian sex with her agent. The woman who was going to act as her guardian!
As instructed, Sofia removed all of her clothes and stood before Jacqueline. Jacqueline eyed Sofia critically, and ran her hands all over Sofia's body. "Nice ass," remarked Jacqueline, as she gave it a pat and a squeeze. "Tits are small," thought Jacqueline. "I just hope that don't grow too big to work in fashion. Stomach flat. Pretty face. and olive skin. She could even get junior bikini work." Jacqueline thought.
Despite her youth, Sofia's Italian heritage left her with a dark, hairy crotch. At 14, she had not yet considered shaving there. "No, no!" cried Jacqueline. "That will never do." Sofia jumped a bit as Jacqueline inserted her hands all over her pubic hair and pussy. We'll have to trim that down tonight, and I'll make an appointment for your first bikini wax in the morning.
Jacqueline bid the young girl to sit at the end of the tub, as she expertly pared the thatch with an electric razor. Rinsing off the pubic area, and drying it off with a soft towel, Jacqueline again asked if Sofia was ready to "play ball?" The naked teen nodded her head, and followed Jacqueline into the bedroom.
"You'll be sleeping in here," Jacqueline intoned, referring to her own bedroom. As she spoke, she began to massage Sofia's young breasts. "There is a guest bedroom downstairs where you may keep your things, and I can keep up appearances. But I trust that you will be cooperative while at work... and at home."
Jacqueline led Sofia to the bed and kissed her gently, while still keeping a firm grip on her tiny boobs. Jacqueline got off the bed and began to undress. She carefully hung up her designer suit, and carefully put away her jewelry. She stripped down to bra, panties and heels, in order to better display her wares to the teen girl.
Despite being in her 40's, Jacqueline was very trim and attractive, with Auburn hair above and below decks. Her breasts appeared to have received a recent lift. Certainly not unusual in L.A., and her pubic hair formed a nice, well-trimmed "V."
Sofia, with no sexual experience, laid flat on her back on the large bed, gritted her teeth, and awaited whatever Jacqueline had in store for her that evening. She was pleasantly surprised when the now-nude Jacqueline approached her gently, and softly began blowing on the newly trimmed, still drying, teen pussy. When satisfied that the area had dried nicely, Jacqueline began to slowly, gently, and lovingly lick Sofia's virgin pussy.
Jacqueline would eventually kiss and lick nearly every inch of the 14-year old's body. Sofia was introduced to the world of lesbian-induced orgasms. Jacqueline explained that many models preferred the sexual company of other women, as most men in the industry were gay, and the girls wouldn't have to worry about unwanted pregnancies through the length of their careers.
That night Sofia would learn how to return sexual favors, and began to fill comfortable with the familiarity of Jacqueline's soft, naked body. Sofia woke up in the morning to the sound of her cell phone ringing. Waking up too, Jacqueline began petting Sofia's teen pussy, as Sofia was on the phone assuring her mother that everything was great, she had her own room, Jacqueline was really great, and she couldn't wait to become a real model.
Yes, Sofia had a pretty good life with Jacqueline. They both traveled, obviously, and there was no jealousy when they had sexual encounters with other women and girls. Sofia, however, didn't much care for it when she was loaned out to older lesbian clients in order to obtain additional business or business favors. Jacqueline had explained that it was all part of the job, and once again intoned that "Difficult girls have very short careers."
The older women were often rough with the young girl, and sex was often fast and desperate. Sofia would sometimes leave the encounter with scratches and bite marks from the older, usually married women. "At least she didn't have to have sex with any lecherous old guys," Sofia rationalized.
Now, she couldn't wait to get her hands... and tongue on the pretty girl, Emma, sitting beside her.
Next episode: The trio arrive in Santa Monica.