The girls get discovered

"Well, well, well."

A familiar voice rang in Bonnie's ears, making her blood run cold. "Look who it is. My two favourite little loser lesbians."

"We're not lesbians!"

Anne-Marie, the bitchy blonde cheerleading captain and homecoming queen, who looked a bit like Kirsten Dunst in Bring It On, possibly, smirked at the pair of pilloried girls. "My mistake. I guess you're just losers. Susie, why don't you have any pants on?"

"It's not my fault! Ben did it!"

"You let a boy take your pants off?" The other cheerleaders obligingly giggled. There were about a dozen of them, all with perfectly toned athletic bodies and expressions of cruel amusement on their perfect faces. "Wow, maybe you really aren't a lesbian! Ben, slap her ass for me so we can see how loudly she squeals."

"Sure thing," said Ben, and slapped Susie's panty-clad ass. Anne listened to the high-pitched yelp, lips pursed in thought. "No, I'm afraid that's the squeal of a lesbian."

"What? How do you know?"

"Ben, slap Bonnie's ass."

"Any time."

"EEEEEK!"

"See, that's the squeal of a straight girl. Completely different. I'll prove it to you. Monique, you're a lesbian, right?"

"I'm bisexual," said the pretty French foreign exchange student and cheerleader second-in-command, who bore a definite resemblance to Alizée. "All French people are. Is that okay?"

"Close enough. Go and find out what Bonnie is."

"Sure," said Monique, and walked over to Bonnie. She grabbed her by the hair, ignoring her protests, and began to passionately make out with her, their tongues intertwining while Ben methodically groped and spanked the red-headed tomboy's well-padded derriere. Once she'd finished she pulled her head back and said "It's hard to say. She kisses like a straight girl, but I can tell she's a little bit into it."

"No I'm not!"

"Only one way to be sure," Anne said.

"Oui," said Monique, and slipped one delicate brown hand down the front of Bonnie's panties. She took her time, stroking and probing the redhead's sensitive sex to a chorus of insulted squeals from Bonnie and loud laughter from the cheerleaders, before withdrawing it and licking her fingers. "Soaking wet," she announced, loudly, as Bonnie's cheeks flared red. "That's a lesbian, all right."

"That wasn't scientific! I demand a recount!"

"What about the other one?" suggested Anne-Marie. Susie, who'd been watching the proceedings with just a hint of jealousy, gasped and kicked helplessly at the air, succeeding only in losing her skirt entirely as the lovely Frenchwoman approached. "Okay, girls," she pleaded, seeing her doom in Monique's eyes. "You've had your fun."

"But you haven't had yours," said Monique, and kissed her, while the same delicate brown hand crept beneath the white cotton of Susie's panties. A finger parted Susie's lower lips, sending shivers of unsolicited pleasure through her body as the French girl's expert touch sought out her most intimate feminine secrets. She couldn't even voice a complaint, since her mouth was too busy being kissed.

"Oui. She is, how you say, most definitely une lesbienne."

"You know how to say it! Why is everyone talking so weird today?"