A “Tiny Turn On” Erotic Short: Two Cheerleaders

The “Tiny Turn On” series will feature a standalone erotic short in less than 1,000 words. If you enjoy this story, let me know!


Two cheerleaders sit on a bleacher at night.

The game has long ended, the winning home team carried from the stadium with cheers. Empty paper cups and chip bags and hot dog trays litter the long metal benches. Chelsea and Sarah pass a flask back and forth, watching the moon rise in the left corner of the field. It is warm, and the din of the game has been replaced by crickets cheering for themselves.

Chelsea and Sarah wear matching crop top sweaters and flared skirts with stripes. The school’s colors are red, black, and white. They both have long hair tucked up in ballerina buns, and both have shining eyes. And they both love each other with a special brand of confused energy.

“Let me see yours,” Chelsea giggles.

“No, you first!”

“We can do it at the same time, it’s not a big deal.”

Sarah has bragged that her left breast has a weird shape, Chelsea has bragged that she undoubtedly has a cancerous mole on her right. Both girls are lit by a single lamp on the field and a healthy dose of moonlight. Both girls stare at each other and lift the bottom of their crop tops together.

“1…2…3…” they say together, laughing.

They lift their tops, lift their similar bras from Victoria’s Secret, and reveal their breasts to each other. Chelsea’s mouth opens at the sight: Sarah is lovely. She has dark brown nipples and firm, even breasts. No unevenness or imperfections. They are beautiful.

“You lied,” Chelsea says as she reaches for Sarah’s breast, “they’re not uneven.”

“They are! It’s just dark.”

Chelsea gives her friend’s breast one squeeze, but keeps her hand there. She strokes the nipple, pinches it, and feels the weight in her hand. At first it was for-fun, now it’s suddenly become something else. Sarah closes her eyes. She feels her cunt heat up like pot of soup, boiling somewhere down below. She lets her friend keep touching because it feels wonderful.

“Let me look at it closer.” Chelsea straddles the silver bench and scoots towards that wonderful left breast. She bends down and looks at the firm nipple surrounded by tiny bumps. And then, without thinking very hard about it, she opens her mouth and licks the tip.

“Oh my god,” Sarah says, “what are you doing?”

“I don’t know. Want me to keep doing it?”

“Mmm,” Sarah says as her “yes.”

Chelsea takes as much of the breast into her mouth as she can fit, and then sucks. It is both soft and firm, salty and sweet. She uses her other hand to touch Sarah’s right breast, squeezing and feeling how soft the skin is. Sarah moans. Her cunt is already running with juice, and she prays that her best friend’s hand will wander.

“It feels funny,” Sarah says while Chelsea licks and sucks.

“Where?” Chelsea says with a mouthful of breast. “Down there, between your legs?”


Chelsea reaches down and lifts up the grass-stained cheerleading skirt. She sees the white cotton panties and presses her hand over the fabric. She can already feel how wet Sarah is, and knows that she feels the same way in her own respective underwear. She rubs the warmth with the cotton barrier.

“Just touch it, underneath,” Sarah says.

Chelsea moves the underwear and feels the slick moisture slide down her fingers. She rubs the soft, wet cunt. With her index and middle finger joined together like two best friends, she pushes her finger into Sarah’s pussy and fucks her in the same way that she fucks herself late at night, alone.

“Oh my god, that feels so good,” Sarah says, “keep going, okay?”

Chelsea works hard to fuck her best friend’s cunt, moving fast. She watches her fingers disappear and then re-emerge, covered with a slick shimmer of wetness. The crickets around them seem to sing louder. Sarah now feels her entire cunt boiling, very close to overflowing. She rides her best friend’s fingers and moves her hips on the bench to try and achieve the best angle.

“I’m feeling so weird, I think I’m close to it.”

“Okay, show me.”

Sarah bites her lips and shimmies on Chelsea’s fingers, feeling tension released in waves. Chelsea doesn’t move her hand now, and instead lets her friend finish riding until she feels better. She’s cum before, but doesn’t know if Sarah has. Not with a boyfriend like Victor.

“Oh, oh, oh.”

All is quiet now. Chelsea pulls back her hand and licks the cream off her fingers. Sarah pulls down her bra and top, adjusting her skirt. She looks over at her friend and wraps her arms around her. It is a warm night, and their curfew isn’t for a long time.

“Let me see yours now.”