My Very First Love - Sex Stories

My Very First Love

... (check); and as a bonus, if she is not really athletic but can dance, "does she have the 'right look' (check).

Tawny really really really wanted me to try out. I whined, "but I don't want to be a cheerleader and I can't do flips and splits and....". Next thing I know, I'm on the dance squad in 7th grade and full fledge cheerleader in 9th...hit that last check box for sure...you know, the "right look"...and I could dance.

And as junior high merged into high school, the cheer squad competition got fiercer. Tawny was so awesome at cheering...no question who was captaining the squad. I made the squad I was sure because of my dance skills...but in my case as they say, "that 'right look' works"...so silly but so true.

All through high school we made sure nothing was going to separate our friendship. While we now drove to school versus walking most days...and yes, our classes continued to differ...we somehow always had lunch at the same time and after school...welllllll cheerleading was our life. Yes, we still had home to home meals...we were like sisters in each other's home, and yes we continued our sleep overs...though the group sleep overs during our elementary and junior high slowly dwindled to just the two of us during high school. It's just the way it was.

Yes, we had boy dates...it was normal, don't you know, because we were "normal" mid-westerners...all American girls. And while we double dated almost all the time, and guys thought it was just weird...it ...

... wasn't because we just were inseparable...we were besties for 8 going on 9, then going on 10 years.

But there's something about being Seniors and 18...right? I mean we looked like women...well, 18-year-old women. Tawny had her athletic body, and while her breasts were to the smaller size, her hips were to die for. She had THE cutest bubble butt...the one where somehow everything from the middle of her back was pushed down & down & down and then POP, her butt just jutted out lower than most...but soooo jealous was I...so perfect was she. She was just so cute...so gorgeous...so beautiful!

Regardless, how happy were we to finally be 18...attaining that moment when you feel that the entire school body looks up to you, or at you for whatever reason...you're an adult but...wellllll....not quite....you're normal, but well...not quite...still so many unknowns now and to be.

I was shopping the other day. The items that I needed are not important to this story, but I was at a counter next to this woman, close to my age and height. The scent from her shampoo and conditioner tripped my sensory overload button. "OMG" instantly replaced my normal pensive shopping expression...it took my breath away...flash backs to our Senior year of high school and Tawny!!! "I'm sorry....and this is going to sound weird, so forgive me, but what hair products do you use". I asked?

"Redken she said...it's funny I've used Redken since forever".

They say one's sense of smell traces way back as the ...