This is a work of lesbian fiction. The characters only existed in the imagination of the author. If you are offended by stories of high school girls engaging in lesbian activities, please read no further.
(Lesbian High School)
The Rogers and Miller families had seemingly lived next door to each other forever. At least that's how it seemed to the children of the families: 17-year-old Jillian Miller, her 13-year-old brother, Zach, and their neighbor, 13-year-old Emily Rogers.
Emily had always been a bit of tomboy, playing soccer, football, and every other sport with Zach, and the other neighborhood boys. Zach and Emily had always been great friends, and had sleepovers together when they were in grade school.
Puberty, junior high school, and their parents had recently made things awkward among the young boy and girl. While nothing was done to discourage them from remaining friends, Emily couldn't quite understand why having her period and her other body changes should prevent her from playing the rougher sports like football. Wishing to feminize the tomboy a bit, Emily's parents had enrolled her in piano lessons, which she hated and resented.
Zach's parents awkwardly tried to explain to him that he and Emily were now becoming young men and women. The Miller's had agreed that rough housing with Emily was no longer appropriate, nor were sleepovers. With the barriers set up, the two teens increasingly spent less time with each other. Both sets of parents regretted the changes that they felt were necessary. Emily's parents had always liked Zach, and Zach's parents loved Emily like another daughter.
The only person above the drama and angst was Zach's 17-year-old sister, Jillian. Jillian had always liked Emily, but she was just the little girl next door as far as Jillian was concerned. Age differences are exaggerated when kids are young. Emily had been in 5th grade when Jillian entered high school.
A popular, beautiful blonde, Jillian was a senior at Rancho Grande high school in southern California, and was a Song Girl at school sporting events. Jillian went on dates, but she wasn't going steady with any particular guy. Jillian was focused on grades, SAT scores, and applying to an array of colleges.
September in southern California is always one of the hottest months. Zach and Emily had happily played together In the Miller family pool since they were small children. Saturday was no different. Zach was swimming in the pool and Jillian was laying out on a chaise lounge when Emily walked through the side gate as she had done a million times before.
Jillian was wearing a small black bikini with t-back bottoms. Jillian was always trying to improve her tan during the summer and early in the school year. If her brother was not in the pool, she probably would have removed her top to avoid tan lines on her breasts.
Wearing dark sunglasses to protect her eyes from the sun, Jillian was surprised to see the beautiful young girl who had just walked in from the gate. Emily was no longer the skinny little grade school girl that Jillian remembered, with bruised skinned knees from playing rough sports with the boys.
An 8th grader like Zach, Emily had recently gone through a growth spurt and was now tall for her age. "Hiya,' Zach called out to his longtime friend. "Hiya," Emily replied to the wiry, blonde, 13-year-old boy. Looking over at the beautiful, nearly-naked, 17-year-old, Emily shyly said, "Hi Jilli." Smiling at the pretty, dark-headed 13-year-old, Jillian didn't correct Emily, but she had preferred to be called "Jillian" since she was a sophomore.
"Jump in, Em," urged Zach. Walking from just next door, Emily was wearing flip flops and an oversize t-shirt, which she quickly removed as she looked at the inviting, cool pool water.
Jillian was in for another surprise. The feisty little tomboy she had once known was blooming into a sexy teenager, and was wearing an equally tiny red bikini. Although Emily's adolescent breasts were still understandably small, her growth sport had given her long, slender legs. Emily's years of playing sports had given her a firm, athletic ass and a rock-hard core.
Because she was wearing sunglasses, Jillian's eyes were able to dart between the two teens unnoticed. Jillian's baby brother was clearly infatuated with the nubile young body of his longtime friend.
Tying her long, dark hair into a bun, Emily was about to jump in the pool when she heard Jillian suddenly ask: "Em, did you put on any sunscreen?" Emily was a little startled as she confessed that she hadn't. More confusing to Emily was that Jillian had never paid much attention to her or any of Zach's friends. Jillian had never been mean or unkind to Emily, but like most teenagers, Jillian had just kind of been indifferent, as if the younger teens were pieces of furniture.
Beckoning for the 13-year-old girl to walk towards her, Jillian straightened up on the chaise lounge and reached for the nearby bottle of sunscreen. As Emily prepared to sit down, Jillian could see that Emily was not too discretely staring at her full, 34-B breasts.
Jillian squeezed a copious amount of the white liquid into her hand before handing the bottle to Emily. Together, the two teenage girls quickly covered Emily's lithe body with sunscreen. Emily's soft, flawless skin felt like butter in Jillian's hands. When Emily stood up, Jillian playfully slapped Emily's athletic ass before the young teen jumped into the pool.
Zach could see that Emily flashed a brief smile as Jillian's hand made contact with her backside. The two 13-year-olds loudly splashed and swam in the pool for the rest of the afternoon as if they were once again 8-year-olds.
Two Saturday's later, Emily again appeared at the door. It was still summer-like hot, and Emily was dressed in a pink tank top and white shorts as the door was answered by Jillian. Jillian was wearing a grey t-shirt emblazoned with "Rancho Grande HS Song" and a tight pair of maroon dance shorts.
Jillian's blonde hair was pulled back in a ponytail, like Emily's, and her erect nipples poked through her sweaty t-shirt as she explained to her young neighbor that she had just returned from Song Girl practice, and that neither Zach nor her parent were at home. They had left the previous evening to visit relatives, and wouldn't return until Sunday. As Jillian was now a high school senior, she had been allowed to stay behind to cheer at the Friday night football game, and to attend her Saturday morning practice.
As Jillian spoke, Emily's eyes once again drifted toward Jillian's mature breasts. Emily turned red after being obviously spotted by the pretty, older girl.
With nothing to do that day, Emily was disappointed that Zach was not at home. Turning to return home, the 13-year-old was stopped by Jillian. "Em," Jillian said, "I'm glad you're here. I just bought a new bikini and I'd like to know what you think of it."
Having nothing better to do, Emily followed Jillian into the house, and walked with the 17-year-old to her bedroom. Emily had been in the Miller house countless times before, but she had never entered Jillian's bedroom before.
Like most teenagers, Jillian's bedroom was filled with pictures of friends and posters of popstars, like Selena Gomez and Taylor Swift. Emily surveyed the heretofore off-limits room with great interest. Hanging on one wall was Jillian's Song Girl uniform which Emily looked at enviously, knowing that they were prettiest and most popular girls at Rancho Grande High.
Suddenly realizing that she was sweaty and probably stinky, Jillian told the 13-year-old to sit down and that she would take a quick shower and be right back. Turning to her side, Jillian whipped off her grey t-shirt as she walked toward the adjoining shower. Emily was treated to a brief view of Jillian's ample side boob and jiggling butt in the tight maroon dance shorts as she bounded to the shower.
Emily continued to take in the wonders of an actual high school senior girls' bedroom as she listened to the water running in the shower in the next room. Looking at the pictures on Jillian's dresser, Emily could see Jillian looking radiant in her Song Girl uniform, surrounded by a bevy of other pretty high school girls.
Hearing the shower shut off, sat back down on the bed. Jillian returned in a jiffy, as promised, dressed in only an oversize towel. Jillian's tan, 34-B cleavage was glistening with water beads above the closed towel.
"Sorry about that," Jillian said. "Thanks for being patient." Explaining to Emily that she and the other cheerleaders were going to pose for a yearbook picture in bikinis, the girls had been cautioned by their cheer coach to purchase something more modest than they might otherwise wear at the beach or a swimming pool. All of the girls would wear the same design and color of bathing suit.
Pulling a maroon bikini out of a drawer, Jillian shocked the 13-year-old by dropping her towel. Still damp, Jillian was now completely naked. Jillian's full breasts and pubic area were tan-lined from the sexy bikini that Emily had seen her in two weeks before. Jillian's teen breasts stood proudly upwards, her brownish nipples and areolae were still dripping from the shower.
Looking at her naked body in her full-length mirror, Jillian explained to the younger girl that she was afraid that her tan lines might show through in the differently styled maroon bikini she had laid out on the bed. Absently admiring her stunning, 17-year-old body in front of the astonished 8th grader, Jillian squeezed her butt cheeks together and brushed her wet pubic hair with her hand.
Jillian could see In the reflection of the mirror that Emily was also admiring every inch and curve of Jillian's 5'7" naked body. Jillian thought to herself, "Maybe my instincts are right?"
Putting on the new swim suit, Jillian carefully adjusted it as she continued to look at herself in the mirror. The more modest bikini seemingly managed to hide Jillian's tan lines. Not trusting her own eyes, Jillian did a 360 degree turn in front of the 13-year-old girl, asking if she could see any tan lines.
Emily answered, "No. I can only see your pretty tan skin." "Great," replied Jillian happily. "Thanks for your help." Jillian fluffed up her breasts in the new bikini top before sitting next to the pretty tomboy and putting a friendly arm around her shoulder.
Feeling increasingly comfortable in Jillian's presence, Emily asked the older girl what it was like to be a Rancho Grande Song Girl? "I've got to admit that it's pretty awesome," said Jillian as she held the younger girl close to her. "There's a certain power that comes with it," Jillian admitted. "You never have to worry about not being invited to every dance or party."
Looking at Emily's pretty, 13-year-old face, Jillian said, "You're pretty enough to be a Song Girl in a couple of years, particularly with your gorgeous legs." Still holding Emily tightly around her shoulder with her right arm, Jillian gently caressed Emily's bare thigh with her left hand. Emily's eyes never left the Song Girl uniform, as if it was some sort of sacred idol.
Jillian gave Emily a quick peck on her cheek before releasing her and asking, "Would you like to try it on?' Emily looked at Jillian as if she were being allowed to wear the Crown Jewels.
Seeing Emily's enthusiasm, Jillian's breasts bounced in the maroon bikini as she jumped from the bed. Removing the maroon and white cheer top from the wooden hanger, Jillian placed it on the bed.
Before handing the uniform top to Emily, Jillian had reached down to pull Emily's pink tank top over her head. Not wearing a bra on the hot day, Emily quickly maneuvered to cover her budding breasts with her hands and arms. Jillian had gotten a quick peek. While Emily's breasts were bigger than bee stings, they were still smaller than full A-cups.
Pointing the 13-year-old to the full-length mirror, Jillian placed the Song Girl top in front of Emily. The younger girl released her hands and raised them over her head so she could wriggle into the top. Pretending to struggle to get the uniform top over Emily's head and arms, Jillian was afforded a clear view of Emily's cute, if immature, naked chest.
The bare midriff top was a little loose on the slender 13-year-old, but showed off Emily's athletic abs and belly button nicely. Jillian got behind Emily and brought in the sides of the top with her hands for Emily's visual benefit.
Reaching for the small pleated cheer skirt, Jillian repeated the pattern of placing it on the bed before fitting it on Emily. With Emily distracted, Jillian had been careful to rub her bikini-topped breasts wherever possible against Emily's young body.
Jillian then began to unbutton Emily's small white shorts. Emily struggled a little, arguing that this was not necessary. As the shorts hit the bedroom floor, Jillian rationalized to Emily, "Better to get the complete view." Emily's white cotton bikini panties were now revealed to the 17-year-old. Pretending not to take too much notice, but wishing to jam her fingers beneath Emily's little-girl panties, Jillian helped Emily put on the matching pleated skirt.
With her recent growth spurt, Emily was just a couple of inches shorter than Jillian, but her body had not yet developed the curves to fill out the senior girls' uniform. Again, Jillian tightened the fit with her hands as Emily beamed in the mirror.
Jillian tousled Emily's ponytail as she looked in the mirror over the shoulder of the younger girl. Kissing Emily's neck, Jillian remarked, "You're every bit as pretty as any girl on the squad." Emily could feel herself melting from Jillian's compliments.
Jillian sat on the bed, still clad only in the small maroon bikini. Playfully patting her bare thighs, Jillian invited Emily to sit on her lap. Laughing, Emily obliged, squirming to find a comfortable position.
"So..." asked Jillian. "Do you like my little brother?" "Of course," Emily quickly replied. "I love him. He's always been like the brother I never had." Emily knew what Jillian was asking, but hoped that her answer would suffice.
"I saw the way that he was looking at you the other day," said Jillian teasingly. "I don't think he was looking at his sister."
Emily lowered her head, looking embarrassed. "I can't help that. I just don't think of him in that way. In fact," Emily confided, I'm not sure that I even like boys that way."
Emily hadn't even noticed that Jillian's hand was working its way up her thigh and beneath the cheer skirt when Jillian said, "I know exactly what you mean." Jillian then planted a firm kiss on Emily's surprised lips.
Unknown to her parents, Jillian had been dating boys, but secretly having sex with her cheer coach and another senior girl on the volleyball team.
Catching her breath, Emily blurted, "But you're a Song Girl!" "That doesn't mean squat, Em." Jillian answered. "I think we both prefer pretty girls."
Jillian's roaming hand found its prize in the small, panty-covered slit between Emily's legs. The 13-year-old girl made no protestations as the Jillian probed fervently beneath the pleated cheer skirt.
Suddenly removing her hand from between Emily's slender legs, Jillian untied her bikini top, allowing her naked breasts to hang freely. Emily's eyes were riveted on the large breasts as her frozen hands remained at her sides.
Seeing Emily's eager eyes, Jillian said: "You can touch `em." Emily's inexperienced hands began to roughly squeeze and fondle Jillian's tan, mature breasts. Lifting Emily's cheer top to the 13-year-old's chin, Jillian briefly began to suckle and nibble on Emily's tiny, blooming breasts as Emily gasped with fear and pleasure.
Returning her hand beneath the pleated cheer skirt, Jillian slipped her hand under the elastic of Emily's cotton panties. Feeling a few sparse pubic hairs, Jillian's fingers began to focus on Emily's tightly closed pussy lips. Probing the labia without entering Emily's vagina, Jillian's goal was to "warm up and wet' the 13-year-old tomboy as she gently petted her virgin pussy.
With Emily's top already off, Jillian playfully pinched a nipple as she removed the 8th grader from her lap. Reassuring the young girl that no one was going to be home that day, Jillian laid Emily back on the bed, eagerly caressing her slender, nearly-flat chest as she introduced the 13-year-old to tongue kissing.
With Emily laying on her back with her legs hanging over the foot of the bed, Jillian unzipped the cheer skirt, not wanting it to get wrinkled or spotted, and then slowly removed Emily's tantalizing little-girl panties.
Looking down at Emily's now completely naked body, Jillian saw that the 8th grader's pussy was only sparsely populated with silky black pubic hair. Finally removing her bikini bottoms, Jillian leisurely fingered her blonde pubic hair and heated pussy as she gazed down hungrily at her young, willing, companion.
Emily gritted her teeth in anticipation of being penetrated for the first time. Instead, Jillian leaned between Emily's long, slender legs, and slowly rubbed her carefully trimmed blonde crotch against Emily's youthful pussy. Jillian's bent frame hovered sexily over the 8th grader, and Jillian's 34-B breasts tickled Emily's youthful chest. Emily sighed with pleasure as Jillian's body seemed to meld into hers.
At last, Jillian fell to her knees, petting and kissing Emily's lower lips lovingly before engaging her tongue into the pussy of the anxious 13-year-old. Emily's knees gave an involuntary quiver as Jillian's tongue pierced the taboo vagina of the underage girl.
Quickly finding Emily's clitoris, Jillian greedily licked it with a heretofore unseen frenzy. Emily's slender legs were now shaking violently as the 17-year-old expertly performed cunnilingus on the dark-haired tomboy. Eating out other girls had been Jillian's greatest joy since she had first enjoyed lesbian sex, and seducing the 13-year-old girl next door had been an amazing treat.
Jillian's experienced tongue never missed its mark as she lashed Emily's young pussy with hummingbird-like speed and efficiency. Emily let out a deep moan from the core of her soul as she experienced her first orgasm. For Jillian, that was just a sign to keep on going. Emily experienced a second orgasm only seconds later.
The unfamiliar sexual feelings scared the 13-year-old, and she instinctively pushed Jillian's head out of the way. Jillian laughed as she finally came up for air, declaring to Emily, "Congratulations. You're a woman now."
Emily's head was spinning. She had only recently deduced that she preferred girls to boys, but didn't quite understand what that meant. Her feelings had always confused her. Emily could never understand why she was attracted to Taylor Swift, Dove Cameron and Olivia Holt, but never any of the boys that she saw on TV that the other girls in school were crazy about. In grade school, she hadn't really thought much about it. But now, she was just a year away from high school.
When she woke up that morning Emily had certainly not planned to lose her virginity to a girl... or anyone for that matter. Now, she was lying naked in bed after just having had her pussy eaten out by her 17-year-old neighbor, the prettiest Song Girl at Rancho Grande High.
With Emily's nearly-hairless pussy attended to, Jillian was in a playful mood. Looking at the posters on her wall, Jillian said: "You be Selena Gomez and I'll be Taylor Swift." The two girls moved up to the pillows located at the head of the bed.
Kissing Emily on her nose, Jillian began the roleplay: "Selena, I've missed you and your little titties so much." Emily giggled as Jillian descended upon her budding breasts with her hands and mouth, voraciously pinching, pulling, licking, and swallowing the tiny morsels.
Emily joined in the fun: "Taylor, oh Taylor, I love your blonde hair and the way that you fuck me." Emily laughed embarrassedly after saying the word "fuck" out loud, and began to lick and kiss Jillian's blonde ponytail.
Jillian opened Emily's long legs and pressed her pussy against Emily's in the scissor position. Emily seemed unsure of what to do until the older girl began to grind their crotches together. The naked teens caressed each other as their pussies slapped together in unison for several minutes before each girl orgasmed.
Breathless, Emily laid flat on the bed. Emily's firm, athletic ass formed a small mound as she laid on the mattress. Jillian began to stroke the 13-year-olds slender back before her hand found Emily's tempting rear end. Reaching between Emily's legs, Jillian massaged Emily's young pussy.
Looking at her bedside clock, Jillian was surprised how much time had elapsed. Patting Emily's prone ass, Jillian said: "I think you'd better get dressed and go home before your Mom starts looking for you."
As the 8th grader was putting on her panties and white shorts, Jillian gently kissed the young girl and said, "I hope we can do this again." Emily nodded eagerly as she covered her small tits with her pink tank top.
Heading next door to her home, Emily hoped that she didn't smell like Jillian's pussy as she walked through the door.
Jillian rubbed her pussy with her pillow as she thought about having just seduced the pretty little girl from next door. Jillian regretted that there hadn't been time for Emily to have a shot at eating Jillian's pussy. "Well, there's some incentive for another round," thought the pretty high school Song Girl.
If Emily was willing, Jillian thought, she knew a couple of girls who would be very glad to meet her.
The End of Part 1.
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