Samantha walked quickly towards the bathrooms, the heels of her boots shattering the relative quite of the hallway. The 18 year old senior's unease amplified by her drill team uniform. The sleeveless leotard molded to her body emphasizing her statuesque curves and highlighting her rather large chest hips. Her powerful legs sheathed in shear nylon tights and capped in knee high black patent leather boots gave her purposeful stride a very sexy look. A look emphasized by the skater skirt sewn at the hips, more for decoration than modesty, as it offered glimpses of the bottom of her ass as well as her crotch with every step she took. A cowboy hat and tasseled wrist bands completed the sexy cowgirl ensemble, the metallic golden color of the outfit identifying her as the team captain.
If the eye catching nature of the outfit was not enough to make her stand out her size did. While Samantha had her mothers, a former college cheerleader, looks she also inherited her fathers, a former college football players, build. Standing at six feet tall Samantha was noticed both her beauty and height and was often compared to Kate Upton.
Her classmates made other references about her as well, Amazon, Valkyrie, Callisto (from the Zena TV series). All somewhat fitting given her stature and athletic abilities, being on both the schools girl's basketball and volleyball teams and helping to take both to several championship seasons.
But they also referenced her personal life. In grade school Samantha was always the biggest kid in class and upon reaching the eighth grade Samantha found herself not only taller than her teacher but thanks to her maturing body had a larger bust as well. When the class went on there graduation field trip and the guide mistook her for a chaperon Samantha was devastated. The fact that she was pretty, athletic and smart could not overcome her perception as a giant.
However over the summer Samantha's older cousin saw her distress and got her to open up abut the problem. Looking at it from a more mature angle she convinced Samantha that it was actually a blessing. Teens are nervous and inexperienced, boys as much as girls, and the worries of rejection and shyness that disappear in adulthood are front and center in High School. If Samantha trusted her and was willing to take a risk she could overcome this and turn her problem into a great asset.
So after asking her older brother for advice on who was a cool single upper class guy Samantha walked up to the boy on the first day of school and told him that she thought he was really good looking and wanted to go out with him that weekend. The stunned looks on his friend faces started the legend, Samantha was a huntress. Someone who was strong and confident, a girl you did not try to get asked out but did the choosing herself.
Now thanks to the discovery of steroid use Samantha was off to meet her next target only this time it was not to be one of her choosing. Her orders were simple there was a student that was totally infatuated with her and wanted nothing else than to be her next target. If Samantha wanted to keep her little secret she would precede to the bathrooms by her high schools art center at exactly 1:10 there the person would be waiting. Samantha was to claim them with a kiss and then command that they go out Saturday night.
Reaching the art department Samantha took a deep breath and turned the corner where she stopped dead in her tracks. There standing in front of the bathrooms was Shannon in all her glory. The 18 year old was blessed with the type of natural beauty that would put Helen of Troy to shame. Her long curly dark brown hair was a perfect complement to her olive colored skin, a blessing from her Mediterranean heritage, and giving her blemish free skin the look of a perfect tan. Her face could be described as nothing short of perfect, large doe-like eyes, perfect nose and a set of full lips that always seemed to beg to be kissed. Standing at five and a half feet she was the perfect height and her cheer uniform only enhanced her athletic body, her long thin legs disappearing under the short skirt of her uniform and her long sculpted arms by the vest.
Even though they were not friends Samantha knew her well. Ever since freshman year they were considered the two hottest girls in school and thus constantly compared. Samantha looked better in tight cloths, Shannon in short skirts. Samantha had the better tits and ass, Shannon the better face. Samantha looked better naked, Shannon in her underwear, at least that was the consensus from the girls locker room. Shannon was a cheerleader, Samantha leader of the drill team. Samantha had the better presence, Shannon was deemed prettier. It all came down to liking the strong dominate type or the obedient submissive.
Taking a quick look around Samantha could not see anyone else and wondered if Shannon scared her target off or if he was hiding in the bathroom. Confused Samantha stood in place thinking about what she should do next. All the while Shannon watched her nervously. Samantha was now worried about what would happen if she could not do as she was told. After all it was not her fault that her target was not there, scared off.
Then it hit her Shannon was nervously standing at the meeting spot waiting for someone. She was supposed to meet Shannon, kiss her and ask her out. Tracy had sent her to meet a girl!
Looking around Samantha though she was being setup for some perverted joke, she was to be embarrassed by having to kiss a girl. Probably with the school jocks hiding somewhere nearby to get off at watching the two of them make out, something Shannon was known for.
"If it is a show they want it is a show they will get," thought Samantha angered by her conclusion. Samantha did not say a word nor did she let Shannon as she grabbed her prey by the back of her head pulled there faces together for a hard kiss.
Samantha made sure Shannon had no choice but to accept, her small slim body was enveloped by Samantha's larger frame. She kept their lips pressed tightly together as her tongue entered Shannon's mouth. Sensing she had complete control Samantha slowly eased her grip on Shannon's head. Once she was sure that Shannon would continue to follow her lead she slid her hand over Shannon's neck and across her chest. The uncomfortable feeling from palming another girl's breast clashed with the inquisitive feeling from exploring the body of another girl for the first time. Intrigued by its firmness Samantha gave it a squeeze causing Shannon to moan deeply into her mouth.
Backing off, Samantha struggled with her emotions, it all felt so different. Shannon's lips were softer and fuller than any of the boy's she kissed. They seemed to naturally yield to her control and instinctively follow her lead. However Samantha could still not get over the fact that she was kissing a girl; that she had just crossed a line that she never intended to, yet at the same time finding the taboo nature arousing.
As she become less nervous and more comfortable with what she was doing the opportunity to explore this newness became greater. For now Samantha did not care she was kissing a girl. Forgot she was being blackmailed. All that mattered was the conquest and with a renewed sense of determination Samantha continued the kiss not conceding the slightest edge to Shannon. Her hand began to slide down the side of Shannon's nylon cheer shell, her fingers taking in the smoothness of the material. The feel of Shannon's cloths and her body felt so very different. There was no hard or rough edges, no hair. Shannon felt soft and smooth, her pliable skin yielding under her touch as her hand passed over her warm skin in the gap between her top and skirt and she smelled so nice, like a mixture of lavender and baby power.
Her arm was now fully extended as it rested on Shannon's hip. There mouths still locked together Samantha began to stroke the back of Shannon's cheer skirt caressing her firm ass. Samantha could not help but think of the image they presented; her in her dance costume making out and groping a cheerleader right in the school hallway. Most of the boys and probably a number of the girls in school would give anything to switch places with either one of them. They were truly a voyeur's dream.
