This is a series of stories about the sexual awaking of a girl through progressively more intense encounters with her sexuality, and the people around her that want to take advantage of her. Her awakening involves her gradual and reluctant capitulation to her strong sexual urges. The story will progress through encounters from innocent, straight, lesbian, reluctant, entrapped, dominance, etc.
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This was a big move for this sheltered introvert. She had grown up in an all-girl boarding school that focused on religion, academics, and athletics. Jacey had been a stand-out in gymnastics and dance. At her graduation, her parents had surprisingly changed their minds about going through life cloistered in the East Coast establishment -- and instead, decided they needed to experience a different life style on the West Coast. They were moving the family to a small surf town in Southern California. Her father was taking a teaching job at a small college, and instead of the Ivy League, Jacey would start college there.
Though a whirlwind of moving and getting settled, Jacey felt reasonably okay with the new surroundings. The West Coast weather was great, the beach was nice, the surf town atmosphere so different and easy going. Her enrollment in school was easy. But she did feel like an outsider not knowing anyone. Her father had pulled some minor strings, and gotten her quickly involved in extracurricular activities -- the gymnastics and dance programs. Within a week, some of the girls in dance had convinced her to try out for cheerleading. Although she had never been a cheerleader, she was a natural for the acrobatic moves and ideal for the throws and pyramids.
Jacey was a "late bloomer." She had never really realized how much of a late bloomer until she was around these California beach girls that had no problem showing off their bodies. Jacey had a petite 5'3, 102 pound dancer's body, thin, toned, and beautiful. With her simple shoulder length brown hair, lack of make-up, and A cup chest, she seemed much younger than her new friends. So joining the cheerleading team was very exciting to Jacey in the sense that she felt like she had a new group of fun friends. But at the same time, she worried how she fit in with her new friends, and was still a bit shy around them. Most of the other girls knew each other from high school or being on the team for a year or two already.
And this is how Jacey found herself on this Friday evening after Cheerleading practice with a house full of girlfriends. The girls had decided on a team-building sleeper over at the house of the cheerleading captain, Jennifer Lowry. Eight of the twelve team members had dinner, then their planning meeting, and finally watched a scary movie together. Now they were all readying for bed, with sleeping bags and blankets being arranged, girls changing, laughing, joking around, and making trips to the bathroom.
Jacey thought that girls were a bit immodest at the beach, but this was an amazing sight before her. These California girls seemed perfectly comfortable prancing around darn near naked in front of each other. They seemed to take it as a badge of honor that they could look sexy going to bed in everything from Kerry's thong and tank-top, Janice's lacy teddy's, Shannon's fancy silk PJs, and Missy's short-shorts and tight t-shirts. As Jacey changed in the bathroom, she was getting concerned that her big old t-shirt and flannel PJ pants were going to make her the ugly duckling.
As she re-entered the living room and plopped down on the couch, she felt the room grow quiet and all eyes turn towards her. She didn't realize why until she noticed Jennifer was pointing at her and smiling.
"What?" Jacey said nervously.
"Oh come on," Jennifer said almost laughing, "do you think it's going to snow tonight? What's with the flannel?" All the girls started laughing. "Come on Jacey, show off that little body. Want me to get you some real sleep wear?" Jennifer said throwing a pillow at her.
Jacey was mortified at the attention and teasing. Emotionally she threw the pillow back hard at Jennifer, hitting her in the face.
Jennifer's playfulness evaporated instantly as a stern anger came over her face. The other girls joined in a playful "Oooohhhhh" at the showdown.
"Oh you want to play with me, huh Jacey" as Jennifer picked up a pillow and started to approach Jacey. Jacey wasn't quite sure what to do and how this had suddenly turned so wrong. Beyond feeling like a scared kitten, she was frozen.
"Come on girls, let's get her," said Jennifer as the other girls squealed and the pillows began to fly. Jacey was simply curling up and defending herself from the onslaught of pillows as Jennifer bore down on her.
"Come on, open her up so I can whack her a good one back" Jennifer instructed, and Jacey felt the hands starting to seize her, dragging her off the couch.
Jacey was squirming and twisting to pull away, but the hands were pulling her arms and legs apart, leaving her open to pillows womping her belly, back, and head. This went on for at least several minutes with the girls laughing and squealing as Jacey was able to pull limbs free briefly and was thrashing to break free. She started to plea for it to stop, but was caught between the urge to cry and laugh at the same time with all the excitement. Not only were the girls getting a good hold on restraining her, Jacey was starting to tire quickly.
"Okay, Okay, Okay, I've had enough, pleeeeese," Jacey begged.
The pillows stopped, and a calm started to descend on the room as Jacey's squirming settled down. Her lack of resistance allowed the girls to secure their grips and pin her limbs down. Jacey was now pinned on her back, a girl pinning each arm by her head, a girl sitting on each ankle keeping her legs taunt, her chest heaving with ragged breaths, her face flush, and hair a mess.
"So little girl, you've had enough?" Jennifer said as she stepped over Jacey's stomach to straddle her. "What if I haven't had enough?" she said with an evil smile as she lowed herself to sit astride Jacey's stomach. "I'm the captain of the team, so I think I should decide when we've had enough, not some sweet little newbie we let onto the team to do our acrobatic tricks. I'm the boss, and you're the..., the little toy. You get it?"
Jacey was stunned, she wasn't sure if this was teasing or serious. She looked around at the other girls faces, and could see their smiles, but wasn't sure if that was a good thing. Jennifer let the silence settle in the air and a wry smile come to her lips.
"Now my little toy, how should I teach you a lesson?" Jennifer leaned forward onto her hands, placing them on Jacey's elbows, and looked searchingly over Jacey's face and upper body. "Are you all out of fight for me little Jacey?"
Jacey squirmed and whined, "Come on, let me go. What do you want from me."
"I don't know, I think I want you to beg me to let you go, how about that?" Jennifer teased.
Jacey shot an angry look back at her. "Oh, there is a little fight in her. Maybe we get it out of her with a little of this." Jennifer let her hands trail along Jacey's arms while her friends held her tight. Her fingers traced to Jacey's armpits and then started to tickle.
Jacey was hyper-ticklish and instantly bucked hard and tried to twist away. A panic began to set in. Her younger brother used to tickle her relentlessly. They would wrestle around wildly, she trying to get away and him trying to pin her. She hated it. But as she got older, she also became a bit troubled by it.
In the wild wrestling and thrashing, she could feel his body press against hers, often rubbing coarsely across her nipples. Often their thighs intertwined tightly and she could feel his crotch firming against her. And most troubling, when her privates were tight against his thigh or hips, she could feel herself grow warm between her legs, a sense of slight moisture emerge. She realized then that there was a certain slight swelling that occurred near the top of her pussy that sent deep pleasure sensations through her whenever their wrestling hit it just right. She also felt herself going weak in those moments. At that point she would nearly cry at the thought that he would detect her wetness and embarrass her to death.
