Sandra's Place

We got to Sandra's place pretty quickly. The house was dark and empty except for a little tabby cat purring on the couch. No sooner had I walked inside then Sandra locked the door behind me. She looked at me with a mischievous grin, and I couldn't help but giggle. She smirked at me, eyeing my whole body from my long, smooth legs to my perky breasts. I was getting hot.
"God, I love girly girls," she said. She grabbed my hand suddenly, and nearly dragged me upstairs to her room. She slammed the door shut as soon as I was inside, and pushed me against it. I fell back against the door with a little yelp, and an excited giggle. She pressed her luscious body against mine as she went in for a passionate kiss. I felt a moan escape, then gasped as I felt her hand going up my naked thigh. I so badly wanted it to keep going, to keep touching me.
Finally, she stepped back, leaving me in lust for more. She took her shirt off, then her bra. I stared in awe at her smooth, naked breasts. I wanted to touch them, suckle them, caress them. She reached over, helping me remove my shirt and bra. I had forgotten about the stone. It fell silently to the carpeted floor. She pressed her breasts up against mine, and I felt my knees weaken. I needed her to touch me! I felt myself falling to my knees.
The next thing I knew, we were both on the floor. She had one hand on my breast, and another up my cheerleader skirt. I was beyond lust. She pulled my panties aside, and started to touch me. I gasped at the sudden intrusion, then shook with pleasure.
"Oh, God," I moaned.
"Goddess," she said. "I always wanted to seduce a cheerleader. So girly and feminine... To drive you mad with pleasure. It's been one of my fantasies for years!
"So good..." I moaned. I could only barely grasp her words. She was stroking me like I'd never imagined. I felt my limbs writhing uncontrollably.
"I just wish I could do this with all the cheerleaders," said Sandra. I didn't know it, but the wishing rock was touching her then. We were in a pile of clothes and girl, and I was too close to coming to even hear her. Finally, something inside me built like a tidal wave of pleasure. I started spasming, inside and out, and felt myself wash away in pure ecstasy.
When I came to my senses, I saw Sandra sitting on top of me. I felt her moving her hips. She was ready to go, too. I took a few deep breaths, trying to recover, then started working on her. I started doing to her what she had done to me, and pretty soon, she was writhing and spasming, too. She screamed when she came, then rolled over and lay on her back, panting.
"That was pretty good," said Sandra, "For a first-timer,"
I giggled and bit my lip. "Thank you. I've always had fantasies, but this..."
"This was my fantasy," she said, moaning and shivering. She rolled over to wrap her arms around me, and I felt the stone between us. "I love seducing femenine girls. It just gets me so... Mmmm..."
"Glad to be here," I said, and giggled. I tried to get to the rock without her noticing before she said something.
"I almost wish you were a ballerina, too. That would get me so...
There was a flash of light, and suddenly I felt myself standing up. I looked down to see myself in a bright pink tutu, frilly leotard, and shimmery pink tights. On my feet were ballet slippers, and I was on tippy toes, perfectly balanced. I looked over to see Sandra, still lying on the floor. She looked up at me in shock.