"Hey, do you guys want to go to the Slicery after school today? We're only two-hundred pizzas away from a free soda," Valerie asked her friends.

Before she could get a reply, the cheerleading squad, lead by Libby, entered the cafeteria and began to cheer before the captive audience of students. "Westbridge. Westbridge. You're the tops. Bring Eastbridge down like grungy old mops."

"Tops? Mops? Someone's been reading Moliere again," Sabrina said sarcastically.

"I have an announcement," said Libby. "There are a few spots open on the second-string cheerleading squad. So sign up for the try-outs if you think you're any good."

Valerie immediately leapt up to try out a compliment. "Hey, Libby, you looked great out there."

"Take your seat," Libby commanded with disdain and moved away rapidly.

Valerie sat down and made an announcement of her own. "You know, I think I wanna try out for cheerleading," she said.

Sabrina was immediately concerned. "Oh-no! You ate your beef stroganoff too fast and now your brain's stopped functioning. We'd better say this while you can still comprehend it. We all love you."

Valerie was puzzled. "What's wrong with wanting to be a cheerleader?" she asked.

"Oh-no! We've lost her," Sabrina replied. Harvey just looked on, baffled as ever by his girlfriend's anti-cheerleader stance. Libby in particular was always nice to him.

Sabrina returned home in a bad mood. She went straight to her room and flopped onto the bed with a groan. "I hate cheerleaders."

"What's wrong with cheerleaders?" asked Salem.

"Do I have to spell it out?"

"I think it'd help," said the cat.

"Does Libby Chessler ring a bell?"

"Fair point," he conceded.

"Okay then. Now scoot, I've got things to do."

Salem left the room leaving Sabrina alone with her thoughts. Why did Valerie want to be a cheerleader, and how could she find out? Suddenly the solution presented itself to her. "Uncle Mortimer!" She leapt from the bed and began to rummage in her desk drawers until she fouund what she was looking for, a plastic pouch containing a shiny new penny.

"It's not just a penny. With this you can read someone's mind and influence their thoughts. It's my gift to you, but don't tell your aunts," he had said in a confidential whisper.

"Uncle Mortimer, you're a genius. I can find out why and put a stop to it all in one. Now where are the instructions?"

Next day at the tryouts Sabrina found a nervous Valerie sitting on a bench waiting her turn to perform. At the sight of a friendly face Valerie shot up to greet her. Sabrina was apologetic. "I'm very sorry about yesterday. I shouldn't have tried to stop you doing what you wanted."

"That's okay."

"Good. Here."

"You have a penny?"

"No, a magic trick." Sabrina did a little bit of business with her hands before placing the penny behind Valerie's ear into the hair that was tied in bunches. "And, Presto! It's gone!" she declared, showing her empty hands to her less than amazed friend.

"And you put down cheerleading?" was her dry response.

"Good luck," said Sabrina with a smile. She then moved to sit with the other spectators.

With a discreet zap Sabrina activated the coin, closed her eyes, and entered Valerie's thoughts. Images of Valerie cheering with the others at the big game were pretty much what she expected, but a startled Sabrina found Valerie had something else in mind. The big game had finished and Valerie was in the shower when suddenly the door opened and in stepped a naked Libby.

"I thought I'd help soap your back," she said sexily.

"That's not my back," Valerie protested weakly as Libby began to caress her breasts and stomach.

"Isn't it?" Libby purred, her hand moving lower and lower until they reached Valerie's soapy curls and began to massage her slippery clit. Two fingers pressed inside her as Libby's thumb continued to circle Valerie's pearl of pleasure. Valerie moaned lustily and, inhibitions gone, began to return the touches, cupping Libby's firm breasts and flicking the stiffening nipples with her thumbs. Libby responded by thrusting her fingers even deeper, making the novice cheerleader quiver with every stroke. As her orgasm hit, Valerie's legs buckled and she let herself fall to her knees, the better to apply her sucking mouth and flicking tongue to Libby's nectar filled hole. "Oh, Val, you are the best," she said in ecstasy.

Sabrina's eyes snapped open. "Gotta go!" she said to no one in particular, and raced off to the bathroom as if suffering an attack of the cramps. After checking that the room was empty, she locked herself in a stall and urgently applied her fingers, bringing herself to the most intense orgasm of her young life.

Afterwards, washing her hands, she looked up into the mirror and stared at her reflection. It looked just the same as always, but inside everything was different. She desired female not male. Wanted Valerie not Harvey. Was gay not straight. How could she have not realised this about herself?

She returned to the gym just in time to see Libby announce the results. "And the new members of the second-string squad are Renee Phillips. Danita Jones and Valerie Birkhead." Then she presented a pair of pom-poms to each girl in turn. "Use them with pride," she said in all seriousness.

"Congratulations," said Sabrina as she approached her friend.

Valerie was overjoyed. "Thanks! Just think, second-string cheerleader. This means if one of the varsity squad dies or gains weight then I'm in. Do you think someday I'll look back on this moment and say it was the happiest in my life?"

"If the rest of your life stinks, then yes," Sabrina automatically quipped.

Later she used the coin to investigate Libby's thoughts. As she had suspected, Libby's animosity was created mainly by envy of her good looks and her 'ownership' of Harvey. Determining that Harvey would make her a happier and nicer person it wasn't hard to decide that all Harvey needed was a gentle push in the right direction and all would be well. Thanks to the magic penny, by the end of the week Harvey had politely broken up with an understanding Sabrina and had asked a delighted Libby to be his girl.

This development caused Valerie some distress. But as she had to admit to herself Libby was just a dream, and one she had never really expected to come true. Meanwhile, Sabrina was trying to tell her friend how she felt about her, but the situation was never right, the words never came, and she didn't want to use the penny. Then it hit her....

Libby. She's taken care of Harvey for me and she can do the same for Valerie. I hope...

"Actions speak louder than words," she muttered to herself as she prepared for action. She watched Valerie return from practice and hit the shower, then, taking a deep breath, she also stepped into the cubicle.

"I thought I'd help soap your back," she said sexily.

Valerie turned to find it was Sabrina standing before her. "I thought..."

"Thought what?" Sabrina asked anxiously.

Valerie wasn't sure what was happening but she was sure that a real Sabrina was much better than an imaginary Libby. Then she realised she hadn't answered the question. "That you could start on my front," she replied with a warm smile that caused Sabrina's heart to melt and pussy to twitch. "If you want to?" she added.

"Oh yes, very much," Sabrina replied, leaning forward for a kiss. Valerie lips parted and Sabrina's tongue snaked inside.

They kissed and kissed and kissed until, panting for breath, they were forced to part. Brown eyes met blue and no further words were needed. Sabrina indicated her intent with a glance and Valerie silently agreed.

Sabrina began to kiss her way down Valerie's slick, wet torso, caressing her beautiful curves with reverence. Her fingers gently parted the dark curls that hid Valerie's treasure and opened the way for her to plunder the hot, soft folds within. She licked, nibbled, kissed and sucked. Fucking Valerie's clit with her tongue, penetrating with her fingers, she brought her to a swift and satisfying climax.

Valerie slid down the shower wall to join Sabrina. She kissed her deeply, tasting herself on Sabrina's tongue and revelling in the sensation. Her fingers sought out Sabrina's honeypot and impaled themselves in its sticky depths. Sabrina's hips bucked and she parted her knees wider to grant her better access. Valerie thrust deeper and began to speed up the tempo, forcing frequent grunts of appreciation from Sabrina's lips. Her orgasm was not long in coming, and as the pleasure waves hit she collapsed into a twitching heap against the opposite wall, totally spent.

As she lay there recovering her own strength, Valerie regarded Sabrina with wonder. She had a million questions to ask her, but which one should be first? She decided to play it safe.

"A penny for your thoughts," she said.

The End.