All names of persons, places, events, or any other information given such as addresses and phone numbers in my stories are completely fictional.
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Hello, my name is Alicia. I've told you of some of the adventures that me and my best friend Shelly have had together in the past couple of months. We started having sex together in December just two days after my eighteenth birthday and since then have included numerous people in our sexual get togethers. This time was no different.
Our high school cheer leading team was entered in the state Cheer leading Championship competition this weekend. We had to get on the bus early Thursday morning, get there and be registered for the meet and get settled in our hotel room by Thursday night. The preliminary competitions would be all day Friday, the finals on Saturday and we would be heading back home Sunday morning, which meant we would be sleeping in the hotel room three nights. We would have two teachers as chaperones. All the girls on the senior class were eighteen now but the school was still responsible for us.
The two teachers accompanying us were Mrs. Holford, a heavy set, graying woman getting ready to retire, and Ms. None, a curvy blonde woman serving her first year out of college as coach at our school. She's five years older than us and seemed, because of the small age difference, more like one of us than one of 'them.' She gave us cheerleaders permission to call her Sandra or Sandy when no one else was around.
Shelly and I got to the bus a little bit late and found only a few single seats left scattered throughout the bus. Shelly took a seat beside a dark haired cheerleader named Samantha. There was an empty seat beside Ms. None, or Sandy, not too far away so I took it. It was noisy in the school bus so we just exchanged pleasantries and settled in.
Sandy was sitting by the window and would either doze off or stare at the scenery going by. She was wearing black slacks, a red blouse and white tennis shoes. I was wearing jeans, tennis shoes and a loose fitting sweat shirt. We were not on the Interstate so the roads were a little bumpy. Her leg felt nice and warm against mine and would bump against me harder with every bump we hit.
I looked over at Shelly and Samantha and , by the look on Samantha's face, I could tell their conversation was on the racy side. They talked with their heads close together so no one would hear them.
I placed my hand on my thigh and pretended to doze off. I allowed my hand to slide off my thigh and the back of my hand rest on Sandy's thigh. With my head back against the seat, I could see down inside Sandy's blouse as far as her white lacy brassiere. Her breasts would jiggle tantalizingly with every bump the bus would hit. My pussy got damp at the sight and smell of Sandy but soon I dozed off for real.
I was awakened by Sandy's hand on my upper arm, shaking me to wake up, her wrist brushing against my breast through my sweat shirt as she shook me.
"Alicia, wake up...rest stop. Time for everyone to take a pee if they need to," she said. I followed everyone off the bus and went into the truck stop with them. A truck stop? Can anything sexy happen in a truck stop, I wondered?
I think the whole cheer leading squad was in the rest room, waiting for a vacant stall. I was waiting in line behind Shelly with Sandy behind me. I was shifting my weight from one foot to the other, bouncing up and down with impatience.
"Shelly, I have to pee so bad. Can I sit on your lap and pee along with you?" I asked.
Sandy laughed hard at my request but she didn't know I wasn't joking.
"In college, we would sit on the sinks and pee in them if the line was too long."
I looked longingly at the sink but decided to hold off as the line started to move faster.
Shelly, then I, then Sandy got a stall about the same time right next to each other. The rest room emptied out and we were the last ones in there. I heard Shelly start to tinkle as I pushed my jeans and panties down with one push. I made a loud swishing sound as I began to pee, I had to go so bad, but soon it became a normal piss. I listened closely for Sandy, then heard her tinkle long and steady. I didn't know your pussy could get wet while you are pissing. Mine did.
I started to look over the graffiti displayed liberally around the stall walls.
"I have a half inch long clit. Would you like to suck it? 555-3796." I read aloud.
Shelly chuckled and read one, "Blonde with 8 inch cock and 36 D breasts, 555-3974."
I read another, "Bi-sexual couple looking for woman for threesome."
Sandy got into the swing and read one of hers, "36, 24, 36, waiting for your tongue, yes, yes, yes!" then laughed. "That's how it's written, that's not me saying that!"
"My pussy is hot and waiting for you," I said, but didn't tell her I didn't read it.
I put my first two fingers in my pussy, then removed them and put my last two fingers in my sopping wet love hole to get them well coated with my pussy juices. I know how that scent travels and the effect it has on women who like women.
"Come on, girls, we shouldn't keep the bus waiting."
We got back on the bus and took our seats for the rest of the trip. I was wearing a light jacket over my sweat shirt which I attempted to take off while sitting in my seat. My breast pressed into Sandy's upper arm as I struggled to get the jacket off. Free of it. I waved my hand to fan my face but spread my pussy scent in the air while I did that.
"It's getting warm in here," I said.
I saw Sandy squeeze her thighs together as if to stop the flow of juices from within her. I guess the raunchy reading in the rest room had the same effect on her as it did on me. I knew, too, that she caught the faint smell of my pussy as I waved my hand in the air. I decided to keep the tease going.
"I had the strangest dream earlier," I said dreamily. "I dreamed I was standing on a beach and this gorgeous naked woman with long blonde hair was standing in the water, motioning for me to come to her. 'Come to me,' she pleaded but I was too afraid to go to her, even though I wanted to very much. Have you ever had a dream like that?"
"Yes, I've had lots of sexy dreams like that," she admitted, which told me she dreamed about women too.
"Do you have any say about who rooms with who?" I asked.
"Yes, I can assign girls to rooms," she replied.
"Would you mind very much if Samantha, Shelly and I roomed with you?" I almost pleaded.
"You want me to room with you?" she chuckled. "Why?"
"I just don't want to get stuck with Mrs. Holford," I said.
"Yes, I think I can arrange that," she said, patting my head.
Her touch and her sweet smile made my pussy start to juice up again.
"Thank you, Sandy. I don't know how I can ever repay you," I said.
"That's alright, don't worry about it, It's nothing, really," she replied.
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We registered for the competition, ate supper and checked into our hotel. Sandy kept her word and put Samantha, Shelly and I in her room.