Cheerleader's Game

By Lexie X

Only months before heading off to college for the first time, London finds herself committed to one last sleepover - with her hated rival, the cheerleader Avery. It seems the enmity they share may actually have deeper undertones...

Content advisory: features rough domination and virgin lesbian seduction.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lexie X
• Release date: Feb 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310691836

Lexie X

Lexie X is an author of erotic fiction interested mainly in first times, domination, and seduction. You can follow more erotic works by her at her blog at LexieX.com.

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Cheerleader's Game

A Virgin Lesbian Erotic Tale

By Lexie X

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Cheerleader's Game

London stared at the house she'd been dropped off in front of. It looked nice enough, sure, but she knew that the devil lived within. If she just ran away and spent the weekend in the woods, might she get away with avoiding it all?

She was a nerd, and the girl living in that house was a cheerleader, and nerds and cheerleaders didn't mix. That much, she knew for certain. They'd tormented her more than enough to drive the point home. She'd spent years avoiding them…

But there was no accounting for parents.

Her own damn mother had betrayed her.

It'll be fun, her mom had said. You'll get to spend the weekend at your old friend Avery's house. You two used to have so much fun when you were babies!

She'd wanted to insist that all things change, but her mom had been keen on a weekend alone with her new boyfriend… so, it was out of the house you go.

It was embarrassing, really. There were just a few months left until college - sweet escape - but that felt like an eternity away… what had been the point of turning eighteen if her mom could still screw her over like this?

Feeling like she was walking toward her own execution, she hefted her bags and slogged up to the front door and rang the bell.

A blonde girl in pajamas answered the door. The height mismatch on the steps had London looking straight into her unfairly large breasts, covered only by loose grey fabric. Caught off guard, she stared for a moment, and then moved her eyes up.

Avery looked down at her and sighed. This is seriously the worst thing ever.

Hey, I don't want to be here either, she replied, immediately defensive.

I'm sure.

The blonde turned and walked into the house with another dramatic sigh. Come upstairs. You're staying in my room, on the floor.

Great, she muttered, following her hated rival deeper into her lair.

Avery's family had money, of course, so the house was spacious and kept rather glamorously… even though her stay-at-home mom, from what she'd heard, didn't do much cleaning. They probably had a maid handle things…

Nobody's going to be around this weekend, Avery said, leading her up the plush stairs.

Your mom's not here?

Pfft. No. She's on a trip with the neighborhood housewives right now. I have no idea where.

Oh… Was she supposed to feel awkward about that? It was difficult to know, and she disliked Avery enough to avoid caring.

Here we are, Avery said, opening a door that led into a light pink room filled with clothes on the floor, a few open textbooks, a pile of makeup products, and assorted messiness.

London frowned. How am I going to sleep on the floor with all this stuff here?

I dunno. Clean it up.

The blonde turned and left her to it.

The hell? she swore quietly, scooping up the mess indiscriminately and pushing it toward the closet. Nope - the closet, too, was full to the brim with clothes and shoes. Sighing, she made a pile in the corner, and then dropped her bags in the square of open space she'd created on the thick white carpet.

She turned toward a high porcelain-lined mirror above Avery's makeup-cluttered desk. In her ragged Black Sabbath t-shirt, she looked very much out of place in a room that looked fit for a messy princess… she fiddled with her long and unkempt brown hair, wishing she'd done something with it, but then she realized that her reluctant roommate really did not care at all. Avery was going to find something to torment her for no matter what she did.

Speaking of Avery… where had she gone?

Walking around with a heady feeling of trespass, she peered into private rooms, a bathroom, and what turned out to be a closet. Heading downstairs, she passed through the wide theatre-like living room, where a huge flat-screen television was playing commercials on mute. Entering the kitchen, she found Avery investigating the fridge.

The blonde took out a six-pack, put it on the marble-topped island, and cracked one open.