This part of the story talks about "girl problems" but it also introduces another character for our protagonist to enjoy. If depictions of gynecology bother you then you can skip over that part without seriously disrupting the plot.

 

Part 16: An Asshole Doctor, a Disturbing Diagnosis, and an Exciting Evening Activity.

 

After we had finished eating dinner Sam introduced me to two guys who were in one of her teacher training classes who both lived in our dorm complex (there were three towers of rooms), one of them wanted to teach elementary school (God bless him!) and the other wanted to teach chemistry. They seemed nice enough and I got the definite impression from them that "The Lesbian in the Triple Suite" was becoming some sort of half-assed celebrity. While I was waiting for the elevator I was reading the bulletin board out of sheer boredom when my heart absolutely leapt out of my chest. "Want to learn to ride a motorcycle?" the sign said, "Come to the Beginning Rider Course, free for all ISU students." As soon as I got to my room I went online into the university scheduling systems and signed up, then I immediately called Rob.

 

"Excellent Kid! That's the same class I took to learn how to ride when I was in Carbondale. You ride your bicycle a lot so you'll do fine; you already have your own work boots and I'll send you some proper gloves so that you are ready to go." Cherie was excited for me too, "There will be one class where you can bring someone to be your passenger so you better have Lisa put this on her calendar." I assured her that I would. I called Lisa right after I talked to Rob, her happy squeal when I told her the news probably left Amber's ears ringing for an hour.

 

I was nervous walking in for my appointment at health services. I had never gone to a doctor without having Mom with me, and certainly not for a "girl stuff" (as Lee put it) appointment. The woman at the front desk was nice enough, but she seemed frazzled. I filled out the forms where I was asked, in about 20 different ways, if I thought I might be pregnant. If there was one thing I was certain of, it was that I was not pregnant. The doctor I saw was an old guy who reeked of cigarette smoke (not a good sign in a doctor). I described my problem, explained once again that I was sure I was not pregnant before finally just blurting out, "There is no damn way I'm pregnant, I'm gay!"

 

"Well then, that's your problem. Your body is reacting to a lack of sex with men, go find a boyfriend that you can be sexually active with and then you'll be fine."

 

I left in silence. I felt that old familiar uncertainty as to whether I wanted to scream, puke, or piss myself. I went back to my room, getting angrier by the minute; I did my best not to drag Sam into this but she could tell something was wrong. I tried to call Lisa but neither she nor Amber was in their room, so I called Lee. By the time I got through the story I could tell Lee was furious.

 

"Babe, that guy's an asshole and he clearly knows very little about women's health issues. You need to see another doctor."

 

"O.K., but I can't afford to pay for a doctor on my own and I don't want to tell Mom and Dad yet."

 

"Look for the nearest Planned Parenthood clinic, they do a lot more than just birth control and their fees are based on what you can afford. Just insist on seeing a female doctor. Now call Lisa before she gets pissed at me too."

 

I tried calling again, this time I was able to leave a message with Amber. She could tell something was wrong too but she didn't ask further. I was sitting on our little couch, staring at whatever was on the TV, it was probably some stupid chat show, when there was a knock on the door. The door wasn't locked and Lisa just came right in; she took one look at me and pulled me to my feet and hugged me for a long time before she sat back down and pulled me into her lap.

 

"What's happened baby?"

 

I told her the entire story; Sam must have heard snippets of it because she came out of her room and sat down on her beanbag in silence (Sam's a good listener).

 

"He said WHAT!" Lisa was in a state I rarely saw, she was genuinely furious; her pretty face was twisted up and she was actually getting kind of red in the face. You rarely saw her in Angry Elf Queen mode and when the Angry Elf Queen came out it meant someone's ass was (metaphorically) going to die. "That jerk thinks that because you don't have a guy sticking his cock in you that is the reason your body is so messed up!" I told her I had called Lee since I couldn't get ahold of her and I told her what Lee said. She stroked my curly hair and calmed down a little. "You're calling the Planned Parenthood clinic downtown right now, I am taking care of you from here on.

 

Sam almost raised her hand, like she was in class or something, "What can I do to help?"

 

Lisa motioned to her, "Come over her sweetie."

 

Sam moved over to the little couch and we spent a long time with me sandwiched between two pretty girls and that made me feel better. Sabrina got home from class and surveyed the scene.

"Did I miss the orgy?"

 

I stuck my tongue out at her "No, we'd be sure to invite you to that." I told her the whole story; I couldn't read her like I could read Lisa but I think her thoughts were along the lines of "Time to get medieval on his ass." We found the clinic's number and, when I described my symptoms to the woman on the phone I got an appointment for the next afternoon. I was able to schedule then appointment after my classes (and Lisa's) were over for the day so that she could go with me. Sam asked if I wanted her to come too but I said two of us would be enough but that we would keep her and Sabrina informed. We all went down to get some dinner and once again the work-study student at the door just waved us all in.

 

Lisa came and picked me up for my appointment. Based on my limited experience the Planned Parenthood staff came across as much kinder than Student Health Services woman. One of the staff members helped me fill out the forms; she seemed confident that they could bill the student health plan for my appointment since health services did not have an actual gynecologist on staff. A nurse took my vitals and then there I was sitting on a table in a terrible, very thin little gown that left my big ass exposed, surrounded by some really frightening looking equipment; Lisa was out in the waiting room, probably planning a grisly demise for the previous doctor, as I sat there with a cold draft on my butt.

 

The doctor, who looked quite a bit like Alecia's mom, was named Nadine. She was a very elegant, tall black woman with a pronounced accent and a stunningly pretty face (Those cheekbones!). We made some idle chit-chat, she was interested in my apprenticeship program and Lisa's theater ambitions. She told me she was originally from Senegal in West Africa and that her primary language was French. She was amused by my attempts at some rudimentary French (I was taking French that semester) and she kind enough not laugh too much at my pronunciation. She proceeded to perform quite thorough exam, much more thorough than my exam at health services, including a less-than-comfortable examination of my vaginal area and my lower abdomen as well as up inside of me. She seemed concerned when she left the room, returning with a tech (a really cute Asian girl) and some more equipment.

 

"Cindy, Anna is here to do an ultrasound of your pelvic region and your vagina. It's sound waves so this won't hurt but I will warn you that it will be uncomfortable; I want to do this so see more details of your ovaries." It was nice to have her explain what was going on to me and she also told me that once Anna was done I could get dressed.

 

I laid on my back with my feet in stirrups, legs splayed wide, while Anna did her thing (It was really undignified and definitely not comfortable). I couldn't make out anything on the screen, but the expression on Anna's face made me worry. After about an hour the doctor came back, and she had Lisa in tow; Lisa looked really worried as she sat in the plastic chair next to me, holding my hand (and damn near breaking my fingers).

 

"Well Cindy, I'm afraid I don't have good news." I took a deep breath, trying really hard not to cry. "It looks like your problem is what's called polycystic ovarian insufficiency; basically, your ovaries have very few, if any egg cells in them. It's not life-threatening or anything like that but there's very little we can do about it either. This tracks with other things I observed about you, and I am not wanting to be mean here, like your ample body hair and how you have a low-pitched voice for a woman. Your body isn't getting the cues to produce enough female hormones and that's why you show some male characteristics."

 

Lisa giggled nervously, "She's my sexy Sasquatch." The doctor covered her mouth with her hand when she chuckled, it was kind of cute.

 

My voice was really quiet, "What's going to happen to me?" I was losing my battle with tears and so was Lisa.

 

"It means it is very unlikely you will ever be able to have children, and I know that's a hard thing to hear when you are 19. It also means you are at a higher risk for diabetes and it will be easy for you to gain too much weight."

 

I actually snorted, "Great, something else giving me a big ass."

 

Lisa rubbed my leg, "I like your butt baby."

 

The doctor smiled, "You girls are good for each other, it is good you are together. I'm going to prescribe a drug called metformin for you to help control your blood sugar and you'll need to be careful with your diet; I'll get you some literature about that. Now Cindy, speaking as not just a physician but also as a woman, what that other doctor told you was totally unacceptable and if there is some way you could register a complaint against him with the university I would encourage you to do that. We do not ever treat our patients with that level of disrespect, no matter what their situation is." The doctor gave me a quick hug, she really was very pretty, and we went back out to Lisa's Subaru. I became despondent reading the materials the doctor gave me, I mean, I love bread in all its forms and my sweet tooth is also a thing of legend! I was going to have to do my best and, as much as I didn't like the idea, I was going to have to exercise more.

 

We had classes the next day but Lisa told me, in her Elf Queen voice of command, that she had already talked with Clarissa and we would be using one of the spare bedrooms at her house for the weekend so we could have a nice, big bed and some actually privacy. We went by Lisa's room to see if Amber wanted to come with us for karaoke and to tell her the story. Amber hugged me for a long time, trying unsuccessfully not to cry.

 

"Does this mean you won't cook for us anymore?"

 

I smacked her tight butt, "Of course not silly! It does mean I need to expand my repertoire beyond things with pasta and rice."

 

Amber had a test to study for her so we left her to her work and went to my suite to share the news with Sam and Sabrina. Sam did a better job holding back her tears and she held on to me for a long time. Sabrina was blunt in her own special way.

 

"So this means you can't have kids?"

 

"The doctor said it was really unlikely."

 

"Did you want to have kids?"

 

I'm sure other people would have thought Sabrina was being really insensitive but by now I knew she just didn't do chit-chat. Today we would say she was "On the Spectrum" but back in 1995 that wasn't something we really knew about. I had to think about her question for a while, Lisa was holding my arm so tightly that I feared I was losing circulation in my hand.

 

"We never really talked about it. To be honest I'm not very good with kids, especially little ones; Lisa's much better, her students utterly love her. I guess what upsets me is that the decision was taken away from me by my fucking biology."

 

Sabrina rubbed my back, "Yeah, that does suck."

 

"Thanks sweetie."

 

We sat there in silence for a while, finally Lisa broke through the gloom, "You girls want to come with us for karaoke?"

 

Sam had a case study paper due the next day but Sabrina said she had only heard about karaoke on the internet and she was intrigued. Lisa was still doing the driving, she was still worried about me, I guess she was afraid I'd start blubbering mid-drive. We got there early and introduced Sabrina to Dennis, Tina and Donna. Donna immediately sensed something was bothering me (Donna possesses some serious mom-energy) so she heard the entire story and it had the same effect on her that it had had on Lisa and Tina looked mad enough to chew through plutonium. Dennis put one big hand on my shoulder, "You give the word Cindy I will take care of that guy personally." I wasn't sure how serious he was being but I decided to tell him that would not be necessary, I didn't want him getting in trouble. Donna was a problem solver and she announced that tonight would be a fundraiser for Planned Parenthood and the Mersey Ferry would be asking for a $5 donation from each karaoke singer.

 

Sabrina was content to sit at the table sipping on cream soda (she liked it almost as much as Amber did). I wasn't sure if I was going to sing but Lisa was laser-focused. She got up there first, proudly putting her five dollars in the empty bar mix container.

 

"This is for the love of my life, Cindy. This is true love babe, it doesn't happen every day." As was her habit she didn't even cue up the music, even though in the songbook "You'll Never Walk Alone" was marked as "Lisa's song."

 

That did it. All the emotion I was holding in came pouring out, at least I wasn't loud about it. Sabrina sat next to me, her warm hand on my shoulder. She was an odd girl but she really was kind and that's what I needed right now. When the last note died away I walked up on the stage and Lisa hugged me, rubbing my curly hair. I was sure the standing ovation was for her but I was told it was for me too. Telling Tina, Donna, and Dennis was the functional equivalent to have it all written across the sky in giant letters of flame and, as I was to learn, there were a lot of people in the bar that night who had also been treated shamefully by medical types and they were there in solidarity with me.

 

Owen was wearing a full three-piece suit (even in the September heat); he got on stage with two other members of the Gay Men's Chorus, both of who were also immaculately dressed. If I ever needed to pick out formal wear I was going to have Owen help me.

 

"Cindy, many of us here have lived with the terrible treatment from the medical establishment that an AIDS diagnosis often brings. We're here for you my little one; the Force will be with you, always. (Owen was a proud fellow nerd)" He looked out at the crowd, "I was sent a recording of this song by a fellow Welshman; it was written and first performed by Dafydd Iwan back in 1983 and it has become the unofficial anthem for Welsh football. The song's all in Welsh (here he smiled broadly) which few of you understand but we encourage you to sing along with the chorus, which goes like this, `Er gwaetha pawb a phopeth, Ry'n ni yma o hyd.' In English it means, `In spite of everything and everyone, we are still here.'"

 

He was right, I didn't understand a word of it, but the chorus was easy enough and hearing the entire bar singing along, Lisa and Sabrina both had their arms around my waist swaying to the music, it was absolutely spine-tingling. I will always associate the song with the sheer determination of the queer community facing off against those people who just want us to disappear.

 

Lisa dropped us off at our dorm. I wished she could spend the night but she had an early class in the morning; she gave Sabrina a big hug and I could see Sabrina was grabbing her butt.

 

"So Lisa, if Cindy wants to, do you mind if I fuck your girlfriend tonight?"

 

That got her a kiss with considerable tongue and some butt-squeezing too, "Someday you can have both of us but for now please take care of my sweetie."

 

Sabrina grabbed my hand, "Come on Fuzzball, I'm hungry for pussy."

 

As soon as we were in the elevator Sabrina was up on her toes so she could kiss me. Sam was in her room when we got to our suite so we went into Sabrina's room. It was pretty bare but I did notice she had pictures of Kristy McNichol and Jodie Foster on the wall by her bed. She saw me look at them, "Yes, I masturbate looking at those just as I know you do the same with your pictures of Lisa and Princess Diana." She was pulling my t-shirt off, somewhat awkwardly, eager to get to biting my nipples.

 

Sabrina, it turned out, loved rubbing her pussy on mine. It didn't matter if we were scissoring (I now knew what that meant) or if I was on top of her or if she was sitting in my lap. She had very large areolas and they stood out from her nicely large boobs. She did have a prominent, soft belly and thick legs but I found them pretty irresistible; she was also a very energetic kisser. We spent a lot of time scissoring but Sabrina also spent some time licking my pussy. She licked me very slowly which threw me right into a powerful orgasm, I think she really enjoyed getting a heel driving into her belly. We finished in a 69, she really enjoyed it when I would play with her butthole with either my finger or my tongue. She told me she had never had a girl play with her butt and she really liked it.

 

Friday night Lisa came and got me and we drove over to Clarissa's house. Clarissa gave me a big hug, really mashing her boobs into mine (it felt very nice). Lisa had told her that we might be up for a threesome Saturday night but that for tonight she wanted me all to herself. Clarissa gave my butt a squeeze and told me she all the ingredients for French toast in the kitchen, if I felt like making breakfast in the morning.

 

Lisa pushed me down into a soft armchair in the bedroom and slowly stripped. She had been to Victoria's Secret again because she had some new, very sexy, black lingerie. I've never been that interested in lingerie, I wear a bra because if I don't my boobs hurt from bouncing up and down and I wear panties to keep my jeans out of my ass-crack; but I've never looked as good in anything lacey and frilly as Lisa did. She ordered me, and it was the Elf Queen's order to her loyal sex-toy, to undress and lay on the bed, which I did. She had her ropes to tie my wrists to the bedposts (What was with the fascination that middle-aged midwestern women had with big, heavy beds that looked like Queen Victoria might have died in one them?) She tied my ankles so that my legs were spread wide and my pussy was out on display, nothing was too tight but I really couldn't move much either. She sat on the bed, brushing her fingertips over my bare skin (neither of us cared for long nails). That tickled a little but when I giggled she shoved my panties in my mouth to gag me. I wondered if she had been practicing with her little whip on Amber because she was very good at using it to just sting my skin a little or to just barely flick against my clit. I was writhing in my bonds but I was in too secure to move much. She finally got between my legs and ever-so-slowly ran her tongue over my pussy lips and my clit, smiling evilly as I thrashed in my bonds. She would back off when she knew I was about to climax, only to move back in when my body relaxed. She finally looked up at me, her blue eyes bright with desire, "Do you wish to climax now my love?" I nodded frantically; she pushed two fingers up inside my pussy and began rhythmically sucking on my clit and when my orgasm hit me it was like Thelma and Louise driving over the cliff. I actually squirted, not near as much as she would, but a lot for me.

 

Lisa wriggled out of her lacey, black panties and got on the bed straddling me. She spent a while slowly rubbing her white bush and bright pink pussy on my very hard nipples before she moved up so that her knees were to either side of my head. She grabbed my hair and pulled my face up into her (by now) very wet bush, ordering me to "Pleasure your Queen." She didn't have to ask twice, I pushed my tongue up inside my sweetie as deep as I could, wishing I could also be squeezing her lovely tits. Lisa loved having some level of privacy, something we didn't really get in the dorms, because she loved to get loud and her orgasm tonight was very loud and very, very wet. By now we were accustomed to doing a fair amount of laundry when we visited Clarissa.

 

Lisa untied me, took off her very filmy bra and laid down next to me, her hand on my warm boob. "How do you feel baby?"

 

"As long as I have you I know things will always work out for us."

 

"Even if you can't have a baby?"

 

"You have to have sensed this sweetie, I don't think I was ever mom material. I think you would be much better at it." I gave her a nice long kiss, "Good night sweetie, you've worn me out." Lisa was, no surprise, asleep and snoring within a few minutes. I held on tight to my naked sweetie, enjoying the feel of her warm skin on mine; it had been a very emotionally draining week.

 

I woke up in the morning, Lisa still laying on my chest. I just laid there for a while, playing with her long, white hair. When she finally woke up I asked the only reasonable question, "You want breakfast?" I totally knew the answer, sex always made Lisa ravenously hungry. We made our way to the shower, Lisa let me pee on her tits, to get cleaned off. We went back and forth over whether we needed to put on clothes and we decide, since Clarissa had eaten both our pussys in the past, we would just be naked. We walked downstairs to the kitchen and were totally shocked to see Clarissa with another girl on the couch. This other girl was also a redhead and we could see she and Clarissa were naked too.

 

"Good morning Clarissa," Lisa said brightly; Lisa, unlike me, is a morning person. The other girl practically jumped off the couch, looking around frantically as if she was looking for someplace to hide.

 

Clarissa grabbed the girl hand, "It's O.K. Holly, these friends of mine." We got a better look at the new girl; she was (to me) stunningly beautiful. I immediately thought of our friend Carrie and decided that this was what a mature Carrie would look like. She looked quite athletic, her body was similar to Lisa's or Amber's. I immediately noticed she shaved her pussy, I was disappointed by that, but she was a complete knockout.

 

We came and sat down on the couch, Lisa sitting in my lap. "Hi Holly, I'm Lisa and this is my girlfriend Cindy."

 

That got us a very quiet, "Hi." We were totally at a loss for why Holly was so scared of us.

 

"Holly and I met over the summer," Clarissa told us, "She's a townie too. I met her at the mall, she works at the movie theater so I see her every day on my way to the dress shop I work in. She gets into movies for free so that's how we started; the reason she looks so worried," Clarissa squeezed her tight, "Is that she is deep in the closet. I think I'm the only person who knows she's gay, well apart from you two now. She's a cheerleader and she's sure, and I'm afraid she's probably right, that she'd be kicked off the team if they knew she was gay."

 

"Well, we certainly won't tell anyone. Do you like French toast?" Like Mom, I problem-solve with food.

 

She smiled and nodded, even her nervous little smile was amazing. "Good. I'm going to get to work, you can watch if you want to." With that I went into the kitchen and got to work, totally enjoying being watched by three beautiful naked girls. I was not surprised when Lisa plowed through a big pile of French toast, she loves it more than pretty much any other breakfast food, she even likes my mom's. Clarissa was obviously hungry but I was surprised how much Holly ate. She looked at us, a little embarrassed.

 

"My mom pushed me into cheerleading when I was in junior high school, I think she was trying to relive her youth through me, and she is totally obsessed with a fear I will get fat; I have been hungry for like seven years. The other girls on the cheer squad are obsessed with their weight too and they are so mean to each other, constantly talking about how fat everyone else is. I'm loving to get to eat like a real person."

 

I walked over behind her and wrapped my arms around her middle, "You're among friends here Holly, you eat what you want; if I need to I'll make more."

 

Clarissa squeezed my boob, "Cindy is a really good cook, almost as good as she is at sex."

 

"I'll make dinner tonight as well girls; Lisa and I are going to a movie, we just need some time with just the two of us, but we want to see more of you Holly."

 

Holly had a real cheerleader smile, "Haven't you seen enough of me?"

 

Lisa kissed her on the forehead, "There's more for all of us to see sweetie."

 

We went to see a new movie at the mall, one called Hackers. It had its moments but really it wasn't a very good movie. It was our first time for seeing Angelina Jolie and we both agreed we would both happily eat her pussy if we were ever given the chance. We picked up some Italian bread on the way back to Clarissa's and I got to work on a pot of red sauce.

 

I did manage to make a reasonable amount of sauce, no matter how hungry the other girls might be I didn't need to make a huge batch of red sauce. Clarissa got home and she seemed intrigued that we weren't naked yet, I explained that having bubbling red sauce splash on your bare tits really stings.

 

"Where's Holly?"

 

"She had cheer practice and then she had to work out with the rest of the squad, she'll be here in a bit. What do you girls think of her?"

 

I was stirring and had to give the sauce a taste before I answered, "She's seriously pretty, but it makes me sad she had to hide who she is from everyone. How did you figure out she was interested in girls?"

 

"Like I said we started going to movies together; we've seen pretty much everything tha1 came to the mall theaters. It was in June, I think, and we were watching Apollo 13."

 

"That was a good movie, me and Lisa saw it too."

 

Clarissa smacked my butt, "Hey, whose story is this?"

 

I gave her boob a squeeze, "Sorry sweetie, please continue."

 

"O.K.; anyway, we were at the scene where the explosion happens and she grabbed my hand and held on tight and even when things calmed down she didn't let go. The nest week we saw The Incredibly True Adventure of Two Girls in Love, you two definitely need to see that one, it's a lesbian romance movie. When the girls first kissed I put my hand on her thigh, real close to her crotch, and she leaned over and put her head on my shoulder and on the way out she put her hand in the back pocket of my jeans and squeezed my ass. When school started back we started meeting for lunch sometimes and I told her she could crash here when her roommate and her teammates got to be too much for her to deal with. At first she slept in one of the spare rooms but then one night she came into my room and crawled in bed with me and I started playing with her tits. She had no idea what to do, so I completely blew her mind when I started licking her pussy. I wouldn't say we've been dating, we never really go anywhere together other than the movies, but we do fuck a lot."

 

"Have you introduced her to wrestling?"

 

"We've watched it on TV and she does rub her pussy during women's matches and I've shown her some of my videos. She definitely likes women with giant tits."

 

We heard the garage door open and soon after Holly came in, she was so scared of being outed she didn't even want to get out of the car in the driveway. Just like that morning she was hungry, I guess exercise made her hungry too. She clearly loved spaghetti and she really seemed happy to be with people where she could be herself.

 

After we ate I decided to go for broke, "Hey Holly, you want to watch me and Clarissa wrestle naked?" I didn't even have to look at Lisa to know what her answer was.

 

Clarissa put her arm around Holly's waist, "You're in a safe place with us Holly. You don't have to worry about us outing you."

 

"Promise?"

 

I walk over to her and take her pretty face in my hands, "I promise you Holly, we three are your friends and we want you to be able to be yourself with us." And then I gave her a proper kiss, she eagerly slid her tongue into my mouth so I knew she was on board.

 

We went downstairs, me and Lisa made quite the show of wriggling out of our clothes; Lisa, of course, used her dance moves. Holly was inspired, I guess, to use her cheerleading moves and she looked amazing, all smooth white skin, amazingly firm tits with very prominent pink nipples, and strong legs with her wavy red hair. Clarissa and I stepped on the mat, ready to give a real show.

 

As we often did we started out going for each other's tits, grabbing and twisting. There was a lot of slapping of bare flesh, hairpulling, and pussy grabbing coupled with loud moans of pleasure and an overwhelming scent of wet pussy. I finally got a grip on Clarissa's ankles and pressed my heel hard against her pussy, using my height to get leverage and press on her wet pussy. Finally Clarissa submitted, slapping the mat. I let go of her ankles and moved up, rubbing my pussy on her warm, soft tits before settling on her pretty face to feel her tongue enter me. My orgasm was suitably energetic, I rolled off of my friend, thrashing and twitching on the mat, my wet pussy quivering. I pulled Clarissa into my lap, pressing her pussy to mine, she began working her hips, grinding her clit against mine. It didn't take long for her orgasm to come, Clarissa was clutching tight to me, digging her fingers into my back and biting at my neck.

 

Lisa was in Holly's lap, her long legs wrapped around Holly's narrow waist so that their pussys and their tits rubbed together as thy noisily sucked on each other's tongues.

 

"O.K. girls, it's your turn, Clarissa and I are exhausted so we want to watch a cheerleader vs dancer battle." Clarissa nodded enthusiastically in agreement.

 

Holly's smile was a lustful one, "I've seen Clarissa's videos, I want to try titfighting."

 

Lisa laughed, "Of course you do, you lovely red-headed bitch, yours are bigger than mine and you have those big, hard nipples too.

 

They faced each other on their knees, since Lisa was a little taller. They grabbed each other's butts, pressing their mounds together, Lisa's with her white hair and Holly's smooth, bare skin. Holly was using her erect nipples very effectively and I knew Lisa's nipples were very sensitive. Lisa used her longer arms to reach around and push her fingers between Holly's tight butt cheeks. I could tell when Lisa found the redhead's butthole because her green eyes went wide and she moaned audibly. I thought Lisa might have found a winning move with her finger in Holly's butt, but her sensitive nipples were her undoing; she began her almost-ultrasonic trilling and then there was suddenly a puddle on the mat between her legs. She and Holly curled up in a 69 and cleaned each other up.

 

Holly was breathing pretty hard, Lisa's a very good pussy-licker, her head resting on Lisa's breasts as she laid on the mat. Lisa stroked Holly's soft red hair, "Did you have fun baby?"

 

"That was amazing! I mean, I love Clarissa but I also loved seeing other girls fuck too." Holly got up on one elbow, looking into Lisa's impossibly blue eyes, "Would it be O.K. with you if I fucked Cindy too?"

 

This led to a whole discussion of, as we now knew, our unusual status as lesbian swingers; of how we both enjoyed sex, and we enjoyed sex a lot, we were totally open to bringing in other girls but at the end of the day we always came back to each other.

 

I got out on the mat, spread my legs wide so that my pink pussy was peeking out of my brown bush, and grabbed Holly by her hair, pulling her in between my legs. I had noticed Holly had what seemed to be a longer than normal tongue (not Gene Simmons by any stretch) and she put it to good use. I could only hold off for so long, I pulled Holly into a 69 and began slurping loudly on her hairless pussy, she was nice and wet (nothing Lisa's gushing orgasms, but still very yummy) and her orgasm was heralded by her head jerking back, her red hair flying, accompanied by a low "uuunnnh, uuunnnnnh, uunnnnnnhhh."

 

Lisa got in my lap, her fingers twirling my curly, brown hair, "We come here pretty often; Clarissa has plenty of extra beds and there's a lot more privacy here than in our dorm rooms."

 

"Do you roommates know you are lesbians?"

 

"Yes, they do."

 

"Have you had sex with them too."

 

"We have and we all really enjoyed it too."

 

I was stroking Lisa's long, white hair, "It makes us all sad you have to hide who you really are but we also know why you have to do that. Your sexuality is your story to tell, none of us will tell anyone anything."

 

Holly was holding tight to Clarissa and looking like she was about to cry, "It feels good to have two more girls I can talk to; I hope we can get together again and I hope I can eat more of Cindy's cooking."

 

"Don't you worry about that baby; a woman cannot live on amazing orgasms alone. I often make dinner on Sunday night for the girls on Lisa's floor and I'd love to see you join us."

 

Holly smiled her loveliest smile, "I'll find some reason to be there."

 

Lisa and I spent another night in Clarissa's deliciously comfortable (and big) bed.

 

Monday after my classes were done I grabbed a quick dinner, got on my bicycle, and rode out to the Motorcycle Safety Course facility near the university golf course. I had on my Doc Martens and a denim work shirt and some nice gloves Rob had sent me, just like I had been told to wear. I found a helmet that fit me and joined the other people in the class (only two, plus me, were women). I did notice one of our instructors was a striking woman, just as tall as me with short red hair and dressed almost entirely in black leather. She made it a point to introduce herself to the three women in the class; her name was Shelly and she was a graduate student in applied mathematics.

 

She spoke quietly to me, "I've seen you at the QSA meetings, you have the girlfriend with the white hair."

 

I smiled, "That's me."

 

She smiled back, "You're a lucky woman, she's a beauty."

 

"Yes, she is. We've been together since high school."

 

It wasn't until the end of the class that we actually got to start the bikes; I had a 12-year old Kawasaki KZ200 which had a kick starter. There is something very primal about kick-starting a motorcycle and I really enjoyed it. Shelly gave me a thumbs-up and that gave me a nice tingle between my legs.

 

I got another phone call from Mrs. Graff telling me that Jane, the woman we would be picking up was still going back and forth as to whether to leaver her abusive husband. He would promise to do better and then a week later he would be hitting her again. I could tell Mrs. G was frustrated with this but she told me it was not that uncommon when a woman was deciding to leave or not. Talking to Rita later she told me that expressing her frustration was a sign her mom trusted me, normally she never let people know what she was thinking.

 

I should have learned this with what my friend Lee went through but my experience in college confirmed for me that I never want to be seen by a male gynecologist. I feel more comfortable beibg examined by someone who has the same parts as me. Don't neglect your reproductive health girls, get those annual exams! I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and, as always, consider making a donation (https://donate.nifty.org)