Date: Mon, 29 Nov 2021 19:26:01 +0000 (UTC) From: Titan Hoop Club Subject: Frankie the Tomboy This is a work of complete fiction. None of the characters ever existed. If you offended by situations involving High School lesbians, please read no further. (Ff, ffF, ff. High School Lesbians). >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Francis "Frankie" Lozano had grown up on their Iowa farm with three brothers, Bill, Mike, and Tommy, and their widowed father. From day one, Frankie was an unapologetic "tomboy." The word had no great significance or stigma until junior high school. To Frankie, it just meant that she enjoyed playing sports, including what were considered "boy's sports," like football and baseball. At somewhere around age 10 or 11, the local boys were instructed by their parents that they could no longer tackle a girl, or wrestle around with a girl for that matter. None of the kids, especially Frankie, quite understood these new rules, but her own Dad was in agreement. He was hoping that with the dawning of puberty, Frankie would somehow evolve into more of a young lady. He felt guilty and helpless that he could not be more of a help to her on that journey. Frank Lozano was a good father, and had the best of intentions for all four of his kids. He was just ill-equipped to teach the traditional roles provided by a mother. He was a farmer, not a homemaker. Sports were fine for Frankie, and her Dad realized that college scholarships might be available down the road. But coming home covered in mud, or battered and bruised from a rough football game was no longer in the cards for his daughter. Besides, the other boys seemed to be going their own separate ways, and were starting to show interest in the girls at school. As Frankie's body began to change, everything seemed to change. Baseball was her last salvation. Frankie could hit for average, if not power, and was one of the slicker fielders in the Jonesboro, Iowa Little League. With nowhere to play baseball after the age of 12, she reluctantly turned to softball. Rough around the edges, Frankie initially didn't take to the world of girl's youth softball. The prissy matching hair ribbons and nauseatingly-endless dugout songs seemed just so out of place for a competitive sport. But being the athlete that she was, she soon thrived. In junior high she was twice selected to the local All Star team as a shortstop. By high school she had found her niche, and was being heavily recruited by D-1 college teams from the time when she was just a sophomore. Now a senior, Frankie was an athletically built 5'5", her hair was usually styled in a ponytail or French braids to keep her golden blonde hair out of her face and eyes. In warm or moderate weather, she wore shorts. In cold weather she wore pants. Usually Wrangler jeans. No one could quite remember a time when Frankie wore a dress or a skirt, although there was a 2nd grade school picture for proof. There was even a rumor that she had a tin of chewing tobacco in her softball pants. She liked to put eye black under her eyes like the Big Leaguers. Frankie was by no means popular, but her three brothers ensured that she wasn't picked on by any of the local boys, nor would they allow the "L word" to be insinuated in reference to their sister, although they harbored their own private suspicions. The girls at school, save for her softball teammates, largely left Frankie to herself. Being teenagers, they had enough worries of their own. As Frankie was on a sports team, she showered after normal school hours with her teammates. As a result, a lot of potential problems or rumors were alleviated. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> One fall day, a beautiful new girl transferred in to Jonesboro High from California. Her father had received a new, Midwestern sales territory, and the family had to relocate. Heather Mulroney was a tall, willowy 5'9" brunette, with green eyes that sparkled like emeralds. Heather was seated next to Frankie in home room. Heather had never been the "new girl" before, and was grateful that Frankie introduced herself and started a conversation. The Iowa fall weather was already turning cold. A Southern Californian, Heather was completely unprepared for cold weather, and was noticeably shivering in the classroom. Frankie asked what was wrong? Heather explained that she didn't even own a heavy coat. Where she was from there was no need... at least not until January or February. Frankie handed Heather her jacket, and asked for permission to go to her locker to grab her heavy-lined Varsity jacket with all of her awards sewed on. By the time Frankie returned, Heather had warmed up. She profusely thanked Frankie, and reached out to touch her hand. Frankie felt a spark. Had anyone else noticed the electricity? "No problem," Frankie said. "Keep it. I've got plenty of jackets." Frankie smiled at Heather like she had never smiled at another human being in her life. Looking at Frankie's varsity jacket with all of her awards, Heather remarked, "You must be pretty good." One of Frankie's classmates noticed that Frankie blushed a bright shade of red. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Frankie and Heather became fast friends, and soon they were inseparable. Heather was always seen wearing the jacket Frankie gave her. She refused to get something thicker and warmer for the bitter Iowa winter. Frankie at last had a friend with whom she could discuss everything with: Her hopes, her fears, her accomplishments, and her disappointments. Heather was as welcome in Frankie's house as Frankie was at Heather's house. Sleepovers were common, and the two girls talked into the early morning. Heather was helpful around Frankie's house, and the four Lozano men appreciated her help and cheerful spirit around their house. They boys even made a concerted effort to clean up their language around Heather. Frankie, on the other hand, had a particular affinity for Heather's stepmother, Judith. Judith had married Heather's father when Heather was 12. Judith was just in her early 30's herself. Heather and Judith seemed more like good friends rather than mother and daughter. With no mother of her own, Frankie felt a real bond with Heather's mother, and enjoyed her stories of California. Franke could talk to Judith in a way that she couldn't with her own father. A former "surfer chick," Judith still retained some of her "California blonde" features, including a toned, athletic body, and a large set of breasts which had attracted Heather's father in the first place. Heather was an only child, and she acknowledged that her family was "different." Heather's father was always on the road with his sales job, and she was usually left alone, or with her stepmother. Even in California, Heather's stepmother, Judith, would be described as a "free spirit." She was brought up by hippie parents, and had spent some of her early years growing up one of the last remaining communes in Northern California. Judith's motto for virtually everything was "live and let live." Heather was very candid on all subjects with Frankie. Her father and step mother had an "open relationship." Heather's father found female companionship on the road, and Judith, although always discreet for Heather's benefit, also found love in the beds of others when they were back home in Moorpark, California. Thus, Heather was often alone... and lonely. "Well, at least until now," she said, looking at Frankie with a smile. A leggy, natural beauty, Heather was eagerly sought out for dates by many of the senior boys in school, and even Frankie's older brother, Bill. She accepted none of the invitations, stating that she had a boyfriend back in California. Heather turned the boys down in such a compassionate way that none of them went away with bruised egos. Soon, she was one of the most popular girls in school. The other "popular girls" tried to get her to join their clique, but she remained loyal to Frankie, while being friendly to all. One night during a sleepover, Heather got a confession off of her chest. It was something that she was afraid to reveal in conservative Jonesboro, Iowa, but she trusted Frankie implicitly. Heather had indeed had an on-and-off boyfriend in California, but she considered herself a new word that Frankie had never heard before, a "pansexual." Heather explained that she could be attracted to boys or girls. It depended more upon the person than the gender. Frankie asked what was the difference between "pansexual" and "bisexual?" Frankie confessed with a laugh that she had "no idea." Kissing Frankie on the cheek, she rolled over and went to sleep in Frankie's double bed. Heather had noticed that whenever the topic of sex, or boys came up, unlike most teenage girls, Frankie seemed eager to change the subject. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> "Good morning, Mr. Lozano," Heather said cheerfully the next morning. Frank Lozano noted that for a California "city girl," Heather was certainly an early riser. She had already made a pot of coffee, and she poured Mr. Lozano a steaming cup. Spring was starting to warm things up, and Heather was dressed in a pair of boy's pajamas. Even a pair of flannel pajamas couldn't hide Heather's unmistakable beauty. Having just woken up, Heather's hair and face looked they had just come off of the pages of Vogue magazine. "Mmmm, that's good coffee," said Frankie's father. Heather said: "I put just a little touch of nutmeg and cinnamon in the pot. Just enough to give it a little flavor." "I'll have to remember that," Mr. Lozano said truthfully. "Before the others get up, I just want to say how much I have appreciated what you have done with my Frankie," said Mr. Lozano. "She's the happiest that I've ever seen her, and you're the best friend that she's ever had, outside of her brothers, and she loves you." "The feeling is mutual, Mr. Lozano," Heather said. "You may not believe it," Heather said with a wry smile, "But Jonesboro, Iowa is a bit of a culture shock for a girl from Ventura County, California. Frankie's been my best friend since the minute we met." "Well, I can appreciate that," said Mr. Lozano. "Just go a little easy with her, that's all. This is all new to her," concluded Mr. Lozano. Heather stared into her coffee cup and said, "I'm sure I don't know what you mean." Mr. Lozano let it go, and moved the conversation to school, and Heather's plans for after graduation in May. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The coming of spring also meant the coming of softball season. Frankie was anxious for Heather to come to the opening game of the season. Frankie's coach had been contacted by several college coaches who planned to be in attendance. Frankie had an impressive three-year softball resume, but knew that a high-performing senior year would be the key to receiving a scholarship offer from a top university. She had already narrowed her top-three choices to Arizona State, Cal, and Texas. Frankie got a hit in each of her first two at-bats. She also made a couple of heady infield plays, and showed that she could cover a lot of ground at shortstop. On her third at-bat it happened: While stretching a single into a double, she pulled up lame at second base, clutching a calf muscle. Jonesboro HS lacked an athletics trainer for softball, so her teammates helped her off the field. A trainer would have quickly diagnosed a leg cramp, and applied the proper procedures to work out the tightness. However, Frankie was left to her own devices, and in her mind she feared the worst. For the first time in her life her eyes began to well up with tears due to a sports injury. Following the game. Frankie was approached by a concerned Heather. Frankie admitted that the calf no longer hurt as bad as it did during the initial injury. Both girls speculated that it might just be a cramp. Heather offered to take Frankie to her house and massage out the cramp. If that didn't work, Frankie could see a doctor in the morning. That seemed like a good plan to Heather, who was now less scared of a tear, and the two girls drove to Heather's house. Heather called out, but unsurprisingly no one was home. Heather was usually by herself when she came home from school. The two girls grabbed a quick snack out of the refrigerator, and headed upstairs to Heather's bedroom. Still sore, Frankie walked stiff-legged up the stairs. Frankie was still wearing her softball uniform, and it was covered in infield dirt. Not wanting the dirt all over her bedspread, Heather asked Frankie to take off her uniform before she got on the bed for her rubdown. Frankie stiffly complied, and was soon down to a grey pair of athletics Spanks, and a grey sports bra. Frankie laid on the bed, and raised her sore leg straight up over her head. Frankie had seen a trainer do that during a football game when a player pulled up with a cramp. Somewhat remembering what she saw, she asked Heather to do as she instructed her. After some time massaging the area, the muscle tightness caused by the cramp was greatly relieved. Frankie took some tentative steps around the room to test the calf. It was clearly much better, and she no longer feared any type of a muscle tear. Frankie hugged Heather and kissed her on the cheek as a thank you. Heather suggested that Frankie lay flat on her stomach, and that she would continue to rub her calf. Frankie let out a little unconscious moan as Heather's soft hands began to massage Frankie's legs and back. Heather was wearing a pretty dress, and it was awkward leaning over the bed in it. Heather quickly removed her dress. Down to bra and panties, Heather straddled Frankie's back from the reverse side, and concentrated her hands on Frankie's calf. Adjusting positions again, Heather began removing Frankie's Spanks, while whispering, "Relax, no one is home." Heather continued her massage by tenderly massaging Frankie's athletic ass, while occasionally kissing it. Frankie's breathing seemed to noticeably stop. Heather gently parted Frankie's legs, and began to softly and gently lick Frankie's pussy from behind, nuzzling her nose between Frankie's butt cheeks. Frankie began to softly moan. This went on for a few minutes before Frankie suddenly bolted upright. Reaching for her Spanks and dirty uniform, Frankie mumbled, "Sorry... I'm sorry," as she quickly dressed and ran out the door. She called one of her brothers on her cell phone and asked him to pick her up. Frankie had no explanation when her brother asked if everything was O.K.? He assumed that the two girls had had a fight, as most friends sometimes do. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Uncharacteristically, Frankie avoided Heather the next two days at school, and didn't pick up any of Heather's numerous phone calls. Both girls were confused and upset. Frankie had been repressing her lesbian feelings for so long. When she finally had an opportunity to make love to a beautiful girl whom she genuinely adored, she had panicked and blown it. Would Heather ever forgive her? More importantly, would Frankie even have the courage to face Heather? Heather, for her part, felt guilty. Had she gone too far? Had she misread the signs? Had her lustful feelings fucked things up with the best friend that she had ever had? Both girls cried themselves to sleep for two nights. On the third day, Frankie summoned up her courage and walked over to Heather's house to talk things over. She regretted waiting so long, and was afraid that Heather would be really upset by her avoiding Heather at school, and blowing off her phone calls. Hearing loud noises coming from Heather's upstairs bedroom, Frankie entered the house without knocking to ensure that her best friend was alright. What she saw when she peered into Heather's room shocked her. Judith and Heather were naked. Judith's head was between Heather's long legs, and was hungrily eating Heather's pussy like a starving lion with a gazelle. Heather's eyes were closed in ecstasy, as she pulled at her beautiful step mother's hair. Frankie stood frozen in the doorway, drinking in her vision of their two beautiful bodies engaged in lesbian sex. Heather was the first to notice Frankie standing there. Startled, Heather shouted, "Oh God!" Heather tried to cover her naked breasts with a sheet. Caught, Frankie whirled around to leave. Frankie had only gone a couple of steps when she heard Heather's voice shouting at her, "Frankie, don't leave!! Wait for me downstairs. I'll be there in a minute." Frankie's head was spinning, but Heather's voice had been so heart wrenching that she decided to wait and hear Heather out. Frankie nervously sat at the kitchen table. She noticed that her hands were trembling. Heather ran down the stairs dressed in only a t-shirt and a tiny pair of panties. "Frankie, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," Heather exclaimed. Tears were running down her face. Frankie didn't know where to look when her friend sat across her at the little table. "I love you Frankie. If I have to love you just as a friend, that's O.K. I'm really sorry for what happened the other day. I obviously misread the situation. I'm really, really sorry." Frankie confessed that she was now finally prepared to accept that she was a lesbian, or at least she thought so. She shouldn't have freaked out, and "I fell in love with you the moment we met that day in home room." Frankie kissed Heather on the lips, and 17 years of frustration and questions seemed to melt away. Judith emerged down the stairs, dressed in a silk robe. Her legs glistened beneath the garment. Frankie assumed that she was still naked underneath. Her blonde hair was frazzled, yet she still looked very attractive. Her large, natural breast peered from the top of her robe. Judith looked at Frankie and said, "I suppose you don't want to talk to me?" Frankie nervously looked at Judith and shrugged her shoulders as if to indicate that she was confused by the whole thing. Judith began to explain in her most soothing voice. "Heather's father travels a great deal, and Heather and I are more often than not left alone. Heather and I have never had a traditional mother-daughter relationship, and one day we decided to fill in some of the lonely hours by making love." "We stopped when you first came into the picture, but then Heather told me about the other day, and how you ran out of the house. She just assumed that you were repulsed, and that she had lost you even as a friend. She was so upset today, we just... well, we just fell into bed. That's when you walked in." "I'm sorry I caused you so much grief, Heather. I was just so scared and confused, I didn't know what to do," replied Frankie. "I've always been a tomboy, and I've never quite fit in. I always felt guilty and dirty whenever I felt myself attracted to girls." "There's time for you to decide, honey," Judith soothingly said. "Do you think you prefer girls?" Frankie lowered her head and nodded. "Would you like to find out with us right now? Judith asked. Heather looked on sympathetically, and grabbed Frankie's hands from across the table. Frankie again wordlessly nodded. Heather walked around the table and kissed Frankie. Judith did the same, while rubbing the blonde teen's back. As Judith's bed was bigger, Heather and Judith led a very nervous Frankie back up the stairs. As neither Heather nor Judith had time to fully dress, both were naked in no time, and stood on either side of the young softball player. Heather pulled Frankie's omnipresent ponytail to the side, and lifted her shirt over her head. Frankie was having a hard time keeping her eye's off of Judith' big tits and firm body. Heather reached around and unbuttoned Frankie's shorts. They fell noiselessly to the floor. Frankie was now dressed in only a bra and panties. Heather reached up under Frankie's bra to feel her little A-cup breasts. Frankie's pink nipples were already erect. Seeing Frankie's eyes locked on to her breasts, Edith proffered one to Frankie's mouth. Frankie kissed and licked the large breast with a pent-up intensity. Heather entered Frankie's panties with her hand, and inserted a single finger into Frankie's already-wet pussy. Frankie moaned with pleasure as Heather probed and prodded. Judith positioned Frankie between her legs as rested her back on the headboard. Judith massaged one of Frankie's small breasts, and rubbed Frankie's pussy. Heather parted Frankie's legs further, and lapped away vigorously. Frankie could feel the room spinning at this newfound sensation. Judith placed Frankie's head between her two large breasts, and began to play with Frankie's pink nipples. Feeling that she was intruding on the teens, Judith unexpectedly exited the room. Neither Frankie nor Heather appeared to notice as they continued their passionate lovemaking for what seemed like many hours. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> With Heather joining Frankie for courage, Frankie assembled her father and three brothers in the living room of their house. Frankie threw it all out there: She was gay. She had probably always been gay. She and Heather were now a couple, and they intended to go to their senior prom as a couple. It was a lot to absorb. There were a few seconds of silence, but it seemed like an eternity to the two girls, who had spent most of the previous day preparing. Tommy, at 12-years old was the youngest, and was the first to speak: "O.K. So what?" he said. "I agree," said Mike. Mike was one year younger than Frankie, and a star three-sport athlete at the high school. "We all like Heather, and she's practically part of the family anyway." Frankie smiled at her two brothers. Mr. Lozano was the only one who suggested caution: "You know, you two could be in for a world of shit if you go to the prom together. Are you really prepared for that?" Before either girl could answer, older brother Bill interjected: "Fuck that. If anyone gives either of you any bullshit, they'll have to deal with me." Bill then remembered that he had made a pledge to himself to swear less around Heather, who was always amiable to all of the Lozano boys. "Oops, sorry Heather." he corrected himself. Heather beamed, and gave Bill a gentle punch in the shoulder. Frankie wondered why she had never received that type of courtesy from one of her brothers in her nearly 18 years on the planet? Bill was 20-years old, and was a well-respected former football star. He had turned down college scholarships from several Big 10 schools to stay on the family farm and work with his father. Bill was a tough guy, and had a well-earned reputation for taking down bullies. He loved his little sister, and was confident that few sane people were going to mess with him, or anyone else in his family. Both girls gasped with relief. It had gone easier than either had imagined. Both girls hugged all four men. Tears were streaming down both of their faces. "What's for dinner?" Tommy asked. Heather gave Tommy a big kiss on the cheek. Tommy blushed, but made sure not to rub that cheek. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Prom night arrived. Both girls looked radiant in their floor length gowns. Frankie, not one for dresses, had very reluctantly agreed to wear one when Heather begged her. Frankie drew the line at heels, however, and wore a new pair of white Nike's instead. Heather and Frankie shared a limo with Frankie's brother, Mike, and his girlfriend, Pam. Unbeknownst to Frankie and Heather, Bill and Mike had decided that Mike should go along in case there was trouble. Mike quickly agreed. Besides, it would save him half of the limo bill, he rationalized. Heather and Frankie "gutted up," and entered the Prom arm in arm. Wearing heels, Heather appeared to be almost a full head taller than her pretty, blonde date. The girls noticed a few people whispering, but they were actually whispering about how pretty both girls looked, and that no one had ever seen Frankie in a dress before. The girls danced all night. When they weren't dancing with each other, they were asked to dance by other classmates, both boys and girls. Frankie had never had this much fun in her life. When it came time to vote for the Senior Prom King and Queen, Frankie and Heather were stunned that they were voted co-Queens. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> Frankie would accept a partial Softball scholarship to Arizona State University. Heather would join her there at the Tempe campus, majoring in Fashion. They would continue to be girlfriends, and shared a small, one bedroom apartment near campus. Heather's father and stepmother would divorce. Heather had been their unifying bond, and Judith just never adjusted to the Iowa lifestyle. Heather remained in touch with Judith, who moved back to California, but they would never be lovers again. Frank Lozano and his oldest son, Bill, became partners in the family farm. Bill had been attending college agricultural classes online, and had some good ideas for improving the efficiencies and the profitability of the farm. Mike was enjoying his senior year of football, and was receiving hard looks by Iowa and Iowa State. Both needed help at the linebacker position. Youngest brother, Tommy, well he couldn't quite figure out what all the fuss had been about in the first place. >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>> The End Please support this wonderful site.