Authors Note: This is a new category for me. Hard core Fans of N/C will probably find this too tame for your enjoyment and for that I apologize in advance. Likewise the action is All female, so if you aren't into all girl group gropes this one probably isn't for you either.
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Gail sat on the hard wooden bench and tried to get control of her ragged breathing. The hot summer sun beat down on her bronzed skin and her heart was hammering in her temples. Sweat dripped from her nose to her soaked running shorts, but she was too tired to wipe her brow or raise her head. Five miles in this heat took a lot out of you, even a superbly conditioned athlete like Gail. This was her usual spot every afternoon during the summer. She timed her start so she always caught the last fifteen minutes of the cheerleaders' practice.
She enjoyed watching the beautiful girls cavorting around in their little white and red skirts. She
loved
watching their long legs, pretty faces and occasionally catching a glimpse of their tight butts under their bloomers. Gail watched as the practice wound down and Mrs. Thompson dismissed the girls. Her heartbeat was already slowing and her breathing was back to something close to normal.
Gail was the college's best distance runner and she was fanatical about it. She was five foot seven and kept her dark hair cut close to her head to reduce its drag when she was competing or at least that was the reason she gave her folks. Her legs were almost ridiculously well muscled and there wasn't an ounce of fat on her body, even her breasts were tight and barely stood out from her chest. Her course work came first of course, but she was only truly happy when running. Training in Mississippi in the high summer gave her a real leg up on the competition. With temperatures in the high nineties and humidity that never dipped below eighty percent her body had become hardened to the physical demands of her sport. Being gay and out in the small town atmosphere of the college had hardened her mentally. Calhoun, Mississippi was not exactly New York and she had suffered the almost casual abuse for so long it rarely made an impression any longer.
The cheerleaders were walking past now and Gail actually managed to sit up straight. The head cheerleader was a snotty, old money, rich bitch named Tiffany Scoggins who seemed to hold some personal vendetta against Gail. She was also the hottest girl Gail had ever laid eyes on. She was five foot five and probably didn't weight one hundred and twenty five pounds. She had long blonde hair, beautiful blue eyes, flawless skin and a body that would tempt a saint. Tiffany was also mean, spiteful and the most active of Gail's tormentors. She and three others were walking past Gail when she stopped and turned those crystal blue eyes on the lithe runner.
"Well, if it isn't our token dyke. What ya doing, Miss Thang? Watching us practice? Did it get your pussy all wet?" she said scowling. Gail merely stared at her. She had long ago discovered fighting back only made things worse.
Tiffany caught her skirt with one hand and lifted it, exposing her creamy thighs and red bloomers. She pulled these aside with her other hand to show off the pink lips and carefully trimmed blonde thatch of her pussy.
"Is that what you wanted to see? I bet you would just love to come over here and lick it wouldn't you?" she said. The other girls sniggered and Gail felt herself flushing. When she didn't respond, Tiffany let her skirt fall back.
"What kind of a dyke are you, passing up an invitation like that? Maybe you aren't gay at all, maybe you're just too ugly to get laid. I know a few guys who might give you some dick. If you have enough money, that is."
The laughter of the girls was cut short by Vanessa Scott vaulting over the short chain link fence behind Gail and charging right up into Tiffany's face. Vanessa was a big girl, nearly six feet tall and heavily muscled, with dark ebony skin. She was the most athletic girl Gail had ever met and played center on the basketball team. She ran track to keep in shape and won a lot more events than a casual runner should, but she was just that fast. She looked like your typical person would imagine a bull dyke should look, but she was totally straight, at least as far as Gail knew.
"You got something to say, you stuck up cunt?" Vanessa snarled.
Gail felt a presence behind her and turned to see Trisha Vollensberg. She was a tall blonde, captain of the volleyball team and also ran track to keep in shape. She was taller than Vanessa, but where Van just screamed butch, Trisha screamed Swedish Bikini Team. Tall, blonde, toned and unconsciously sexy, she and Van were best friends and you rarely saw one without the other around. They were called the odd couple, but only behind their backs. Vanessa's temper was well known and she was big enough and strong enough to back it up. Trisha was the less volatile of the two, but in her own way could be quite formidable when she was angry.
"What's the matter, bull dyke? Protecting your turf?" Tiffany shot back. Vanessa's backhanded slap sounded like a gunshot and sent the cheerleader to the ground.
"Open your mouth again, cunt, and I'll fuck you up so bad no man will ever look at you with anything but pity," Vanessa said in a voice that was filled with rage. Vanessa and Tiffany hated each other. Tiffany was full of snide comments and backhanded insults for the big girl and Vanessa was openly disdainful of the blonde. Their mutual antipathy found a ready outlet in the way Tiffany treated Gail and although this wasn't the first time they had had words, it had never degenerated to physical violence, before.
Tiffany stood up and was shaking with anger. Gail hated confrontations and really wished this wasn't happening. She knew she could have just walked away, she didn't feel the need to get even with the lovely cheerleader, deep down she felt a strong attraction to her, but Vanessa was her best friend and protector and it was bound to come to this because, despite the warnings, Tiffany just wouldn't lay off. She seemed bound and determined to create a scene and refused to back off with a stubbornness that bordered on obsession.
"It will be hard to do that from behind bars nigger. My daddy will make sure you spend a good long time there for touching me,"
"You try that route, bitch!" Vanessa hissed through gritted teeth, but Tiffany and her entourage were already walking away. "You all right, girl?" she said as she turned to Gail.
"Yes, I'm fine. Sorry I got you into trouble."
"Fuck her; she needs to be taken down a few pegs anyway. Trish and I were going over to Hattiesburg for a shopping spree, wanna come along?"
Gail smiled and nodded and the three of them walked towards the field house.
Van and Trish were her best friends on the team, even though Gail didn't really understand why. They had little in common and no mutual friends, when they first met. Vanessa had seemed to take a liking to her and before long she was more or less like a big sister to the small runner. Vanessa was dating the star halfback from the football team and Trish was dating a wide receiver. More than one guy who gave Gail a hard time found himself confronted by a couple thousand pounds of football players and was warned it was in the interest of his health to leave her alone. Rob and Mark now watched out for her as well and sometimes it didn't even take prodding from Van to have jerks intimidated.
The odd couple dragged her everywhere with them and, because they were popular and moved in the right circles, the harassment Gail had experienced as a freshman and sophomore had pretty much ended by the start of this semester. Only Tiffany and her small circle of friends refused to let it go. Gail often wondered why. She thought Tiff was hot, but she had never approached the young woman or even spoken to her. There was of course a running battle between the female athletes and the cheerleaders, but that alone seemed a weak excuse for all the animosity. Gail counted herself lucky to have Van and Trish as her best friends, without them she knew she would be subjected to a lot more ridicule and abuse than she was.
The two of them talked excitedly about the upcoming shopping trip as they all washed up and dressed. Their monthly shopping sprees were one of the things Gail was always expected to come along for. While she dressed down herself, she had an eye for what looked good on a woman and both Trish and Vanessa had come to really value her opinion. She hoped this expedition would be for dresses or casual clothes. She hated to admit it, but the forays into Vic's or Freddy's always left her horny. The two women were beautiful and they didn't really appreciate the effect seeing them in come fuck me lingerie had on their smaller friend.
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