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Nice hustle! Cheerleading practice had been extra hard today. Even worse, on Wednesday the JV squad practiced in the middle of the day, which meant the girls had to move quickly in order to catch their next class.

The sound of voices, slamming locker doors, and scuffling footsteps on the floor echoed through the room. Trisha reached her locker and opened it. As she pulled out her gym bag, Trisha glanced at herself in the mirror, eyeing her skimpy cheerleading uniform.

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With one hand, she reached behind her head and pulled her long brown hair into a ponytail. And I have AP History right after this, too. See you around, Trisha! Usually, the team walked out together, but in the middle of the day, they all raced off as soon as they could. As the door swung open, another girl walked into the room, and everyone's head turned to look at her. She was the kind of girl that turned heads; absolutely stunning, tall and statuesque, with shimmering blue eyes and curly blonde hair that fell across her shoulders and down her back.

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The head cheerleader's body was more than envious; her legs were long and slim, looking faultless in the glaring light of the locker room. Despite her height, Britney's frame was impressively thin, and her slender chest and waist were emphasized by a pair of massive, bouncy breasts — a boob job, more than one girl had muttered at lunch. And there was another reason why Britney always turned heads.

Without a doubt, Britney was the class slut at Eisenhower High. New rumors flew through the halls daily about the latest guy — or guys — she had slept with.

If nothing else, her outfit was always a clue. Trisha heard a girl behind her scoff as the head cheerleader's black, skin-tight miniskirt rode up her ass, exposing a bright red G-string. The top that Britney had just tossed into her locker was sheer and white, and the neckline plunged to her mid-chest. The JV cheerleaders continued their conversation, but a new, icy vibe had filled the room, as each girl kept a half-jealous, half-disapproving eye on Britney as she changed.

Trisha watched as Britney carefully stepped out of her stiletto heels, pulled on her trainers, and tugged on Good girls gone slut cheerleaders' blouse and skirt.

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She was careful to laugh along with them when they made jokes at the head cheerleaders' expense, but she couldn't help feeling a bit guilty every time she did it. After all, Britney was a cheerleader too, and that put them on the same team, right? Why did they have to be so mean? I'll be fine. See you tomorrow! She leaned down to start untying her shoes, still thinking about her friends.

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It was double-headed, too, each end shaped like the stiff tip of a dick. An unknown, exciting curiosity began to bubble up inside of her. Trisha was a pretty girl, and - although it was another thing she would never admit out loud — she knew it, too. But she was a wholesome pretty, a cute Good girls gone slut. A good girl that good boys would proudly show off to their mothers, she thought, as she stared at the dildo. In comparison to, say, Britney — hot, slutty, and shameless — Trisha was squeaky clean, and as she had entered Good girls gone slut senior year, she was starting to wonder if that was a good or bad thing.

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Does it really feel good? A strange feeling rose in her chest, and she didn't know why. She had never seen a sex toy in real life, but if she was completely honest with herself, this wasn't the first time that using a dildo had crossed her mind.

She was so stressed, too; her grades in AP History were falling, and she hadn't even started on her college applications. And I still can't get over the fact that I'm the only senior who didn't make varsity cheerleading… That last thought sent a twinge of irritated frustration through Trisha, and it only fed the mysterious, growing feeling inside of her. Whatever it was, it Good girls gone slut making Trisha feel like she had to burst, like something was desperately asking to be set free, begging to be released from its cage… Nervously, Trisha dropped her bag on the floor and sat Good girls gone slut on one of the locker room's benches, still Good girls gone slut the dildo.

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One of Trisha's hands found its way between her slender thighs, slipping under her skirt, lightly caressing herself. It was only when she felt the dampness in her panties that Trisha realized what she was doing. Naked selfie cute blonde teen girl, her body jolted slightly at the touch of her own fingers against her tender pussy lips.

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Trisha looked around the room, even though she already knew no one was there. Then, she lowered herself onto the bench, lying back, raising her legs into the air and spreading them. The entire scene felt Good girls gone slut a dream, and some part of Trisha knew that this was crazy; it was dirty, she thought, and weird, and what if she got caught? But something else was overwhelming those worries, pushing them away. The dildo felt impossibly massive in her hand, but Trisha's curiosity spurred her on, exciting her and turning her on even more.

Biting down on her bottom lip, she lifted the hem of Good girls gone slut skirt and gently pulled her panties to the side, exposing her eager mound. She continued to rub herself, feeling her wetness coating her fingers, the heat of her horny pussy radiating through her hips.

She was nervous.


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