Tomorrow, the school gym

Heather's leg was quivering with something as she sat on the steps in front of Azure Rocks High School. She supposed any reason for it was fair enough: nerves, excitement, pure adrenaline, but her twisting guts made it impossible to tell. The cheerleader uniform she had been given at the beginning of the year had been tight then, and after a years growth had moulded almost exactly to her body. Anybody who had seen her dancing before games could extrapolate what her naked chest looked like with very little difficulty.

The sun glimmered on a second uniform, almost identical to Heather's own albeit a little worse for wear, as Hannah Woodsen approached. Hannah had been through both senior year and college since receiving hers, and her large breasts looked obscene in the tiny uniform. Heather stood to greet the older girl, who once close enough swept in and planted a deep kiss on her lips. The brunette's eyes widened in surprise before closing in delight as she melted into the older girl, repaying her affection in kind. The two girls put on a sizzling display, only stopping when Hannah began palming at Heather's expansive chest.

"Save it for later," Heather giggled, drawing away. A thin thread of spit still connected her mouth to Hannah's, which was agape as the blonde panted in arousal. "Been a while?"

Hannah nodded. "A little bit." Her breathing became shallower as she reined herself in. "How are you feeling sexy? Nervous?"

"A little," Heather admitted. "I've never been..."

"Gangbanged before?" Hannah finished her sentence with a smile, her voice rising with excitement as she asked her next question. "How many are there gonna be?"

"I'm not sure." Heather turned and made towards the school. "Whoever wants to, which is pretty much just the guys without girlfriends I think."

"Hot," Hannah smirked. "And what about the rest of the cheerleaders? Don't tell me it's just us."

Heather laughed. "Believe it or not they've all got boyfriends."

Hannah looked at her in surprise, before laughing. "I mean fuck, if Sharon's going steady with someone I can believe that."

Heather pulled open the door to the schools reception, gesturing with mock politeness for Hannah to enter. Hannah curtsied as she did so. "Why have they let you have access to the school?"

Heather laughed as she followed her into the building. "We told them we're having a celebratory party in the gym."

"Ohhhh," Hannah replied sagely, following the younger brunette in that direction. "So they know then?"

Heather smirked. "Probably. Hopefully Coach Thorne isn't in there expecting a go as well." The two girls giggled.

There was a comfortable silence as they strode down the corridors together for a moment, Heather feeling more relaxed in the older girls experienced presence.

"Didn't want a boyfriend yourself?" Hannah asked.

Heather grimaced. "I've been around couples all year, and none of them were having any fun at all."

Hannah giggled. "I'm glad you're single. You're about to have a lot of fun."

Heather looked askance at her. "You're so smutty. Even when I feel like you're being somewhat sincere in your affection towards me you can't help but wrap it up in porno dialogue."

Hannah laughed. "Okay Taylor." The older girl put her hand in front of Heather, stopping her in her tracks before pushing the brunette into the wall and whispering. "Is this sincere enough for you?"

The two kissed again, deeply, both feeling that something in their coupling just made sense. Two generations of cheerleaders, busty, open in their sexuality, widely regarded as the hottest girls in their respective years. When they kissed it felt like the natural resolution of both of their lives for the past few years, but most of all it was pleasurable to the ****. The fruity taste of the others lips, the feeling of two pairs of large breasts firmly pressed together, their hands roving over each other, knowing just where to brush to make the other moan.

"Shit," Heather whined, Hannah having migrated to suckle on her soft neck, Heather's arm wrapped around her head and clasping it to her. "We have to go."

"Forget it," Hannah urged in between kisses. "Forget those stupid boys." Heather released Hannah's head, freeing her arms up to push the blonde away, Hannah tottering backwards halfway across the corridor with a sad expression.

"I want to," Heather admitted, before smirking. "But a deals a deal. Come on, it'll be fun, and from the way you're pawing at me you need it to calm you down."

Hannah pouted. "Okayyy."

It was only a little further to the gym, the two arriving basking in the same comfortable silence as before. Heather inhaled deeply, looking at the door as if it were the entrance to a dragon's lair.

"Ready?" Hannah grinned.

Heather smiled lovingly back at her, taking her hand and a final deep breath.

"When you are," she smirked, pushing open the gymnasium door.