Needs

The Park family estate was even more impressive once you got a good look at it. The main house was certainly beautiful, as you had seen, but it also had a large pool in the backyard, and a small guest house. The Locke home was nice too, sure, your mother was a successful civil attorney after all, but this place was a palace.

How Emma was so down to earth living in a place like this boggled your mind.

After visiting each and every point of interest, you end up back at the rear of the main house. Emma guides you and Amy through a set of glass double doors at the back of the building.

"...and right off the backyard and pool, is mom and dad's room." She proclaims. The term massive wouldn't do it justice, with the vaulted ceiling, cavernous master bathroom, and two walk in closets, it struck you more as a suite than a bedroom.

And in the center of it all, dominating the room, is the absolute biggest bed you have ever seen in your life.

"WOAH!" Amy proclaims. "I don't remember this from the last time I was here!" She sits on the corner of the bed as if to test it, her short tan legs barely touching the floor.

Emma smiles. "Your eyes were glued to your phone as I remember, Amy. Maybe this will teach you to pay attention once in awhile!"

"Oh my god, this thing is amazing Em!" Amy grins, swinging her legs.

"This HAS to be custom made." You marvel at the behemoth. "Its twice again as big as a king size!"

"Yeah, dad has back problems, so he needed something custom anyway. He ended up getting the biggest mattress that they could possible make." Emma laughs. "When I was younger I felt like I could get lost under the covers in there."

"I believe it! ..so would it be ok if..?"

"Sure, try it out. The cleaners are coming Sunday before my folks get back anyway, no way they'll notice anything off after they've been through here."

You and Emma slip your respective heels off, and Amy removes her tennis shoes.

You crawl up onto the bed, its soft but not TOO soft, and the comforter is plush but not TOO plush. It hits a perfect sweet spot of comfort you didn't think was possible.

You flop down on your back, and feel yourself sink down into the mattress. You squirm up so you head is laying on the pillow, your top hiking up a little, exposing your midriff.

"Man, I could get used to this!" You proclaim, stretching your arms over your head. You stick one leg straight out, and bend the other, pointing your knee at the ceiling.

"I know, right?" Amy agrees as she clambers up. She lies perpendicular to you, so as she gets close she lays on her back as well, her head resting on your lap.

The two of you lie there quietly for a moment. On a whim you begin to gently run your fingers through Amy's bleach blonde hair.

"Mmm. This is nice." She murmurs, closing her eyes.

"Pretty great, isn't it?" Emma slips in alongside you, propping herself up on one elbow as she faces you, her head resting on her hand.

You're suddenly aware of how close they both are, and you hope nothing on your face betrays the thoughts suddenly crossing your mind.

"Yeah, wonderful." You murmur, you stifle a yawn. "I could live on this thing."

"Me too." Amy sighs. "It would be wonderful to get away from my own house for awhile."

"Oh!" She tilts her head to look up at you, a surprised look on her face. She has to push herself up a little to see you over your boobs. "I'm sorry, don't mind me. I don't want to bring the mood down."

"It's ok, Amy, we're here for you if you need to get something out, Right Em?"

"Of course! Amy, I think we all know that your home life is... less than ideal, if you want to talk about it, we're here for you, if not, that's ok too." She gives Amy a warming smile.

Amy settles her back down onto your lap, and you begin to stroke her hair again. "It's just.. Dad is SUCH an angry asshole! ...and mom can be too, on the rare occasion she's sober enough to string a complete sentence together." Amy was not someone who got angry, in fact, you don't think you'd ever even heard her so much as raise her voice.

But she does sound angry now, a potent mixture of rage and sadness all coming out at once.

"He's never hit me, but he's wanted to before I can tell. Mom's slapped me a few times, she gets so drunk now though she ends up falling over when she tries. It would be hilarious if it weren't so fucking pathetic." Amy is sniffling now.

Try as you might, you cannot for the life of you imagine anyone wanting to hit Amy, she was easily the warmest, sweetest, nicest person you knew. It made your blood boil just thinking about it. You feel yourself getting teary eyed.

Amy takes a deep, emotional breath. "Anyway, so so glad to be off to college in a couple months! Shannon and I can't wait to be roomies!" She blots at her eyes with the cuff of her sweatshirt. "It'll be nice to live with someone who gives a damn about me for a change. That's why I spent so much time at your house growing up, K. Shan, your mom, you... you guys were always so nice to me, you made me feel more wanted than anyone I was actually blood related to."

You try to think of something to say, but you can't. You settle for continuing to stroke her head, struggling not to sniffle yourself. You had always known her home life sucked, but it just wasn't something anyone wanted to talk about. To know that this person you had seen so much throughout her life, (hell, you'd practically watched her grown up alongside Shannon!) could have been keeping all this to herself for what had to be a number of years was breaking your heart.

Emma looked close to to tears herself. She touches Amy's shoulder and gives it a reassuring squeeze. "I'm so glad you shared with us, Amy. You know we love you, all the girls do. I'm so sorry things are like that for you. Sometimes I feel..."

Emma trails off, laying back down. "No... you're having a moment, I don't want to trample on it."

Amy sits up again, shaking her head vigorously. "No, Em! If you have something you need to get off your chest, we're here for you, too! Right Krissy?"

"Of course, I may not know you that well, Emma. But I want to change that. If you have something to say I'm happy to listen." You shift a little on the bed so you can face her.

Emma still looks hesitant. "It's just I've been Mommy and Daddy's perfect little princess for so long I feel like I don't know who I really am deep down, you know? Everything in my life is so planned out, so rigidly structured." Emma lays back, staring at the ceiling.

"Be quiet, be respectful. Get good grades, and so on." She sighs heavily. "They had everything planned out for me from day one. And I wanted to be the perfect daughter, do anything they say, whatever makes them happy, do them proud. And they are proud.... I think... but I feel like I've been who they want me to be so long that the real me has been lost somewhere along the way." She props herself up on her elbow again, her eyes meeting yours. "Anyway..." It's Emma's turn to blot at her eye. "Life's a bitch then you die, I guess."

"I never realized, Em. I'm sorry. Living for someone else and trying to meet their expectations must be rough." Amy sounds ready to cry again too.

"I just... I feel like I've never done anything just for me, you know? Everything in my life is pre-planned. I want to be spontaneous for a change! I want to do something unexpected and crazy! I want..." Her eye meet yours again, and she stops. Just like that, the little spark between you two seems to turn into an inferno. She kisses you on the mouth.

The kiss is hard, but brief. "Oh... Oh my god, Kristen, I am so sorry!!" Emma looks like she's on the verge of tears again. "I.. I can't believe I just did that! I'm so ashamed, can you ever forg...." Any further babbling is cut off as you lock your lips to hers.

You kiss her softly at first, then increase in passion and intensity as she relaxes, going in to suck her lower lip sensually. She tastes like vanilla. Emma moans a little, and her breath quickens considerably. She returns your kisses with an increasing hunger, her hands going to rest lightly on your collarbone.

The two of you make out for a few minutes, just enjoying the sensations you're giving one another, when you feel Amy move up to lay next to you on the bed opposite side of Emma. Her breathing is heavy and warm in your ear as she snuggles up flush against your back. Clearly watching you and Emma make out on the bed was having an effect on her.

"C-can I be next?" She whispers quietly in your ear. You nod, and your hand reaches back, guiding one of Amy's legs to drape over you as you and Emma continue to kiss passionately. Her leg eagerly wraps around you, and you leave your hand on it, massaging Amy's thigh lightly. Amy whimpers softly in your ear and starts to grind on you. Meanwhile, Emma's hands have dropped down to massage your boobs over your top, her hands kneading you gently. Your nipples harden from the attention.

Emma pulls back from you, her perfect face flushed. She brushes your tousled blonde hair back out of your face. You run your fingertips over her lips.

"Kristen... K... can I.." She tries to swallow but it looks like she's struggling. "Can I..see your breasts?"

"Just go with the flow, sweetie, you're doing pretty damn great so far."

"I'll say!" Amy breathes sexily, "I am so wet right now guys, holy shit!"

Emma swallows visibly. "O-ok then..."

Emma pulls your top up over your head, her hands returning to massage your boobs over your black bra. "I...wow you are just...STUNNING, Kristen... " In the back of you mind you begin to wonder if all cheerleaders are secretly into boobs. So far they were 4 for 4 in your experience!

"I know, right?!?" Amy exclaims, reaching around you to cup your tits. "Oh god, K, I've ALWAYS wanted to touch you like this, you have no idea..." Her hands slip underneath your bra, causing you to give a low groan. She whimpers again in response, and her grinding intensifies. She starts to plant kisses on your neck.

Emma scoots down a bit, and after pushing your bra up a little, takes one tit in her mouth, her tongue scraping over your nipple, causing your groaning to intensify.

Amy unhooks your bra, tossing it aside. She then strips off her sweatshirt and her own bra too for good measure. "Fuck, I really want to suck your tits too, K!!"

You roll onto your back, and Amy devours your left tit as Emma continues working on your right. You bite your thumb and look down at the two cheerleaders sucking your tits with a passion.

Your pussy is absolutely on FIRE, and you really, REALLY want to touch yourself, but you want the girls to set the pace, something tells you this is what they need right now.

You don't have to wait very long.

It's Emma that hikes up your short skirt, her hand groping your thigh for a moment before moving up and in. Her fingers lightly brushing against your lips through your panties, causing you to squirm on the bed.

Her head raises so she can watch your reaction as she brushes her fingers up and down your entrance. She flips her dark hair back out of her face, and continues to watch you as her fingers become more daring, moving up to gently rub your clit. You suck in a sharp breath through your nose, your jaw snapping shut.

Amy, meanwhile, has started kissing down your stomach, her head returning to your lap, this time face down. She unzips your skirt, and pulls it and your panties off, tossing them off the bed. This accomplished, she leans down again, running her tongue over your clit. "Ungghhhh....!" Your eyes roll up, your head whipping back into the pillow. You grab Amy by her neck, pushing her down on you.

"The faces you make Kristen...oh god... I've never been so turned on before in my life..." Emma licks her lips, one hand coming up to brush the hair out of your face again, the other slowly working her middle finger into you as Amy's tongue flutters over your clit. Sweat is starting to build on your brow, your arousal building.

"OH!" Your entire body spasms as Amy sucks your clit into her mouth. "Oh Amy... Amy don't stop....don't you fucking stop!!" You buck against her face, slamming the headboard against the wall.

"Mmmmmm!!!!!" Amy replies, her sucking becoming more vigorous, the loud smacking of her lips and mouth quickening.

Emma picks up the pace to match, and you can feel her curling her finger inside you.

"That good, Kristen?" She rasps, her lidded eyes still on your face. "You look like you need to cum."

You nod as best you can, your hand moving up from Amy's neck into her hair, gripping it tightly in a fist.

"Well... let's see if we can do something about that, hmm?" Emma whispers. On the next pump of her middle finger, she starts to work in her ring finger as well.

Your entire body quakes, and the room is filled with the sounds of Amy's sucking, the headboard banging against the wall, and your deep, guttural moans.

Sensing you're getting close, Emma really begins to ram her fingers into you, and almost as if some secret signal had passed between the two girls, Amy gives you one last long hard suck.

"AHHHHH!!!" You scream at the ceiling as you have a full body orgasm, your body jerking and twitching hard under the touch of the two cheerleaders as you squirt onto the comforter.

"Cum again Kristen!!" Emma's pace doesn't slow, or does Amy's **** on your clit. "I love watching you cum!!"

Your body seizes again, and you do cum a second time, Emma's eyes not leaving your face.

The two girls do slacken their pace this time as you come down of the titanic wave of pleasure you were riding. Ultimately leaving you shaking and gasping on the bed.