Jac and Jill had been talking about the past. In particular a trio of cheerleaders from their high school's rival high school. Sandra had asked them why they had gone after the cheerleaders. This part will answer her question.
The three nude young ladies were in the pool. Jac was in the shallow end leaning on the wall, jutting her chest out. Jill was treading water in the deep end; the only thing visible was her head. Sandra was still a little embarrassed and sat on the steps with her hands over her crotch.
"Jill and I were cheerleaders for our high school. Our squad went to a meet and ran into the squad those three were on.
"There was a lot of hissing and bitching at each other. Almost every adult in the building had to come separate us. Both their team and ours were in competition to make nationals, so the rivalry went deeper than usual. After we were separated our team went where we were told, but we could still see that team. Since our team was due to go last we were able to relax for the first thirty minutes or so. So Jill and I sat back and watched them. While watching them a nasty idea came to mind to ruin their chances.
"I told Jill my idea and she loved it. We had just had our eighteenth birthday a few weeks before this.
"We waited for a small group to break away from their team to go use the restroom then went into motion. We went to another restroom, took our uniforms off and put the street clothes we brought with on, sans underwear."
"We had actually known them since we were all ten, but lost touch when we moved. They are all older than us by at least two months. We didn't recognize each other because of the changes we all had gone through," Jill interrupted. She got back to the story, "Actually we changed before Sharon, Jane and Martha went to the restroom. We changed so they wouldn't know if we were on a team or just spectators." Both twins grinned evilly and moved closer to Sandra, partly because they didn't want to yell the story to her and partly because they both wanted to be closer to her. Jac sat on the edge of the step Sandra was on at the opposite end from her. Jill leaned against the wall near her sister.
Sandra's eyes were focused on the water in front of her. She was afraid they would be able to see how excited she was to be so near these two very attractive young women that seemed to have her under their spell. She figured that if she just looked down she wouldn't get herself into trouble.
Jac took up the story again, "Upon entering the restroom they were in, we found all three at the sinks, primping. I stepped up to them and asked them which team they were from, acting like a dumb blonde while Jill locked the door. They were happy to talk with us. We both would touch and look at them with longing as often as we could while we were talking. We didn't have much time so we figured the quickest way to their hearts was through putting down our school. Neither of us liked doing it, but we figured we were taking one for the team."
Jill broke in with descriptions of the three, "Sharon's the tallest of them, being able to look us in the eye. She's also heavy chested for a cheerleader at a D. She has blonde hair, at the time it was in a ponytail, and hazel eyes. Her face is full and heart shaped with a small nose and full lips.
"Martha's the smallest in height and chest. She barely has a chest, but her large nipples are very sensitive. She has short light brown hair that was tied back with a ribbon. Her pixy like face held dark brown eyes an upturned nose and thin lips.
"Jane's about an inch shorter than you, Sandra. She has an oval face with hazel eyes and bee-stung lips. Her face is always framed with her milk chocolate brown curls. She has a C-cup chest like us."
"After getting their hearts, getting their bodies was a piece of cake. They all had wanted to try having a girl lover, but were afraid. They were a little afraid that they would get caught when we suggested we give them that experience right there. Jill assured them that everything was taken care of. She and I told the girls that we couldn't stay long, but we were more than willing to help them get a feel for what a girl lover was like, with us eating and fingering them to orgasm. We even threw in the comment about sex was a good way to kill nerves. I think Jill said that, but by then we had them eating from our hands," continued Jac, with an evil grin.
Jill, smiling too, took up the story, "Jac and I undressed to show them we were willing to go all the way at another time. At the time we were both thinking that was a lie. They then undressed and Jac and I leaned in to kiss two of the girls. I think it was Jane and Jac while I kissed Martha. Sharon was standing between us and we both reach a hand out to play with one of her tits. Our other hands were on the chest of the girl we were kissing. All their hands went to our chests. We stopped and stepped back telling them that we can't do that. They agreed that they wouldn't touch us and we bent in to kiss them again, this time I kissed Jane while Jac kissed Sharon. Eventually we all kissed each other and there were a minimum of three hands on any one of their chests.
"We used their uniforms to protect ourselves from the cold floor and laid them down. Jac and I kissed every single nipple they had before we touched any pussy. Every hand in the room was touching one of the three pussies. There was a lot of moaning, but noting compared to when Jac and I bent down to kiss and lick two of the pussies. After maybe a minute of licking the girls' clits, we changed partners and repeated until we had licked all three pussies. About the second time Jac and I switched, the one that wasn't being eaten by us pushed her pussy into the face of one of the girls we were eating. We were able to switch once more, pulling the girl getting eaten by her teammate off her friend to do it. I don't remember who it was; all I know was that they all tasted good. It quickly became about those three helping each other and we weren't needed anymore.
"At that time, Jac and I quietly dressed and slipped out." Jac, still grinning, pulled herself out of the water to sit at the edge with her feet still in. "We went to the other restroom and changed back into our uniforms just in time for our routine. After ours came theirs. Their team was screwed up with the loss of three members. In the end they ended up at the bottom of the tournament and we won."
"As we left with our team, those three saw us. I saw them try to approach us, but their coach was reaming them," Jill said then the sisters laughed. "About a week later they came by our school just as we were leaving school. They were still pissed, especially since we had gotten them suspended from their team. They had gone to our school looking for a fight. We convinced them that we could meet up at the gymnasium by the park, so we didn't get stopped before they could get their anger out. Our dad had the keys and the place was supposed to be closed except for special occasions. They agreed to meet us there at four o'clock the next day."
"We skipped school the next day and went to set up the gym. We pulled every single mat out and laid them across the basketball court. The plan was to have a fight, but we didn't want to really hurt anyone," said Jac. She started to kick her feet. Sandra was really starting to feel like she had when she was getting the lotion put on and when she had watched the twins before coming over. To try to bury those feeling she climbed out of the pool and went to sit on the chaise that she had dozed on earlier, still covering her crotch.
Jac spun and sat Indian style facing her while Jill hopped out of the water to sit next to her sister, right leg laid down like her sisters and left leg bent at the knee. Jill took up the story, "While we were setting up the gym, we were both dressed in sweats. At three we took showers and dressed in sports bras, spandex pants and cross trainers."
"Why didn't you just set up dressed for the fight?" asked Sandra. She had started to relax. She closed her legs tightly and crossed her arms over her stomach.
"We didn't want to put on sweaty clothes after showering," answered Jill, looking at Sandra like she was dumb. "We had told those three that the door was going to be open and to meet us on the basketball court. They arrived at three forty-five, anger in their eyes. Jane was wearing jeans, boots, and a t-shirt. Sharon was dressed in loose shorts, tank top and tennis shoes in their school colors. Later we found out that she had been wearing her old PE clothes. Martha had come dressed similarly to us in sports bra and tight sweat pants, both black. On her feet was a pair of black slipper shoes. You know the kind martial artists wear.
"Before they came close enough to touch us we talked.
"'How about we do this with out shoes,' said Jac. We were both eyeing Jane's boots, thinking those could hurt if she kicked. Jane said, 'Ok,' and we all took off our shoes. 'Please try to be careful with the facility. Our dad will be pissed if anything is broken,' I said. They agreed and approached us."
"Jane walked up to me and put her face in mine," said Jac. "My vision was full of her, but I did see her swing just before her fist connected with my stomach. As I doubled over, she backed up. Still fighting for breath, I dove into her and we went down. I rolled away from her; she was stunned for a second. I glanced over to see Jill block two punches at the same time. I crawled over and pulled Martha to the floor and we started rolling, trying to get the upper hand. As I finally pinned Martha, Jane came and kicked me in the gut. That kick knocked the air from me again as it pushed me off Martha and onto my back.
"Jane tried to kick again, but I grabbed her foot and twisted. I didn't do anything to her ankle, but I did cause her to fall on her ass again. I stood up to see how my sister was doing. Jill had just dropped to a knee and forced Sharon to roll over her shoulders. My sight was short lived, because Martha jumped on my back and covered my eyes, presumably to gouge my eyes out.
