Amy the head cheerleader

Amy is the head cheerleader. She is a skinny and petite with DD breasts. She asked you to meet her after class to help her by the locker rooms. She just turned 18 and is still a virgin.

I sit in class bored. We are in biology and the old woman teaching the class drones on about sexual reproduction. I am hardly paying attention, instead day dreaming about a video game I've been playing recently. My friend Amy who's sitting in front of me turns around, she is the head cheerleader and we've been friends since childhood. She hands me a note and turns back around quickly. I quickly open the note and it reads 'meet me by the locker rooms after class, I need help'. I put the note in my pocket and ponder on what could be wrong, but I won't deny my long time friend help, it must be serious if she is asking for help.

As I listen to the teacher go into great detail about sex that same thought niggles in the back of my head. 'Your still a virgin'. I make up my mind. If I'm going to do it, it may as well be with him. I love him, I have for years, but id get laughed off the cheerleaders squad if I dated him. I needed this though. My heart raced and heat between my legs burned as I scribbled the cry for help on a torn peice of paper. Butterflies lurched through my stomach as I quickly turned and gave my friend the note. The rest of class went by as a blur and before I knew it the bell rang. I looked back at my friend, desperation painted clearly on my face and quickly gathered my bag, running for the door before anyone else was out of their chairs.