Part 17 -- Momentous Events at Home & A Big Gay Halloween

 

Lisa came over after dinner to go to the science fiction club meeting with me; Sam was very excited to come with us too. She told us the story of how, after hearing how much fun we had at the convention in February she wanted to go to one too. She had re-connected with a friend of hers from high school and discovered that they shared a love of fantasy, especially The Lord of the Rings. Crystal had suggested that they make themselves some costumes and go to a convention in July in St. Louis; Sam said Crystal was also a "sturdy" girl with long, black hair and she was a bow-hunter, "She goes turkey hunting with her dad and uncle," so she went for Elf Warrior costume.

 

"I had my own plans, living in farm country I know lots of people who do metal work so I had some help with mine, you want to see it?" We gave her an enthusiastic "Hells Yeah!"

 

Sam went in her room and emerged about 15 minutes later, one look at her showed why it had taken her some time to put it on. She looked exactly like Éowyn from one of the calendars (the movies, Dear Readers, were several years in the future), right down to the leather, knee-high boots, armor, a sword, and her helmet with horse-tail hair coming from it (a contribution from Elanor). In a move she had clearly practiced she whipped off the helmet and held up her sword proudly announcing, "I am no man!"

 

Lisa leapt up and kissed Sam in a way that actually made me a little jealous; I think both of us were actively decided whether to skip the meeting and just fuck her right there on the floor.

 

The kiss I gave Sam paled in comparison to Lisa's but I did enjoy feeling Sam's tongue on mine. She told us, without going into too much detail that it was at the convention that she and Crystal had sex several times and that they both enjoyed it. I made up my mind to ease Sam into sex with me and Lisa because I knew one of Lisa's regular fantasies was to watch me and Sam wrestle for the rights to Lisa's pussy.

 

Sam told a lot of the other girls at the meeting about her costume and it was widely agreed that she would be a total smash at the Halloween party.

 

Late in the week I got a very excited phone call from Janet. That in itself was odd, Janet never called me at school, but she had good reason. In a move very similar to Lisa's play two years ago, Janet had been nominated for Homecoming Queen and the reconstituted Bitch Convention had two candidates; with a split vote it was quite possible that Janet could win. Win or lose she wanted "Her two queer sisters" to be there for the parade and to watch Anthony drool when he saw her in her dress. I assured her we would be there, I knew I didn't even have to check with Lisa on that one. I gave Ellie a call to tell her to be there too but Janet had already called her, no surprise there.

 

Try as I might I could not get Sam to come to the Queer Students Alliance meetings, she wasn't ready for that. I now had learned enough to know she was definitely bi-curious and possibly on the verge of "Lesbian Until Graduation." I'd let her figure that out, but I made it very clear that my bedroom door was open anytime she wanted to come in, even though for two girls our size the bed would be too small and we'd probably wind up fucking on the floor. I did see Shelly at the meetings, now that I knew who she was. She had a girlfriend who had graduated and was working for an insurance company in town and, in Shelly's words, "Rebecca does not like to share me very often." She assured me she would let me know the next time Rebecca was in a sharing mood.

 

The next-to-the-last motorcycle class was the one where we rode with a passenger, we could go with another student in the class or we could bring a friend. In preparing for the night I braided Lisa's hair (it was back to just below her solders, butt-length was a lot of upkeep), and we found her some gloves. She and Sam wore almost the same size shoes so Sam, in exchange for kisses and boob-squeezes from both of us, let her borrow a pair of her work boots. We drove to the class and found Lisa a helmet with that would fit her; she wore an old, black Bell Five-Snap (motorcyclists will know what that means, it's a classic helmet) and she was totally sex on two legs with her black jeans and her black leather jacket (borrowed from Amber for the occasion). Shelly gave a low whistle when she saw her and said she wished Rebecca could see Lisa too, "She'd be ready to share for sure once she saw that hair."

 

We made several laps around the course, Lisa holding on tight to me, her arms just below my tits. It was a definite challenge controlling the bike with us two tall girls on it but, according to Shelly, I did just fine. Going back to the car Lisa pushed my hand down into her jeans so I could feel how wet she was; we didn't even make it back to my dorm, we went to a park and fingered each other on the playground swings through several excellent orgasms.

 

Janet had told me that, like her idolized predecessor Lisa, she was going to ride on the music and theater float in the parade. She did call Lisa to see if her dad's friend, the car collector, could pick her and Anthony up in one of his cars, Lisa told her he would be excited to do that; his kids were all grown and, like many car nerds, he loved showing off his collection. Rita called me to say that she and Jan would come down to see the parade, this Homecoming thing was something pretty alien to Jan and he wanted to see it for himself; I think he also wanted to fuck Rita in her pool. Wednesday night Janet called me, practically rupturing my eardrum with her excited squeal; she had won, and she had won decisively. We were in Lisa's room and so between her and my sister the ultrasonics quite possibly had every dog in the county howling along with them. Amber and I made a big show of covering our ears.

 

We actually, for the first time, skipped our Friday classes. I only had one class on Friday and my professor was cool with it, she said she liked that I was supporting my baby sister. We promised lots of photos to share with Sam, Sabrina, and Amber, and so off we went Thursday night, not even stopping for Cajun food on the way. Janet's dress was, to be truthful, very revealing; she had big tits and she was going to show them off. I'm not sure in Mom and Dad totally approved, but once Janet decided to do something there was no talking her out of it. I pretended not to notice how often Lisa played with those big boobs of hers, not like I could blame her.

 

Friday morning we drove downtown and picked up Rita and Jan at the train station. Jan, true to his somewhat-aristocratic nature, was looking very dapper in a three-piece gray suit, and he was still not sweating in the autumn Sun (how the hell did he do that?). We dropped off their bags at the house, allowing some time for some quick, we assumed, oral sex (Rita had become even more sexually insatiable since meeting Jan) before heading to the staging area. Lisa and I were both wearing our pirate hats; Lisa also had her tiara and I was wearing my "Daydream Believer" shirt. Our friends knew what it meant; Rhonda was also there, having traveled back from Indiana for this, and we saw Ellie in her tight black jeans and her black cowboy hat. Lisa and I made quite the production of kissing Ellie where we knew our old nemesis Mrs. Cohn could see us; we were very careful to not be on school property, we did not want to mess things up for Janet but we wanted that evil old bitch to know we were still her. Lisa, with her amazing memory for song lyrics, looked Cohn right in the eyes, right fist raised so everyone could see her pride bracelet, and shouted "Yma O Hyd!" not that Cohn would have known what that meant. I knew what it meant and it was a delicious moment. We explained it to Ellie, Jan and Rita; they all thought it was wonderful too.

 

We stood there on the post office lawn with my family, pretty much in the same place they had stood to see Lisa's triumph; Granddad and Aunt Carla were there along with Mom, Dad, Rob, and Cherie. There was a sound system on the float and, reflecting the overwhelmingly female float riders, they played Cindy Lauper's "Girls Just Wanna Have Fun!" as they went by. I remarked to Lisa that "She Bop" might have been more appropriate, she gave my butt an appreciative squeeze. Jan was amazed by all this; Dutch high schools had nothing at all like this and he found it oddly fascinating. At the end of the parade we met up with Janet and her friends, including her now boyfriend (and fuck-toy) Anthony. Many of the girls were quite taken by Jan, he has impeccable taste in clothes and he's better looking than he gives himself credit for; I did wonder if any of these girls had heard about his prodigious cock.

 

As was our tradition we went to the Jade Emperor for dinner. Mrs. Tsing and Amanda were both quite happy to see us. I think Amanda was starting to notice boys because when Jan spoke to her she turned bright red and vanished into the kitchen. He was a little puzzled, we girls always found it irresistibly funny that Jan didn't think he was that good-looking. I spent the night at Lisa's so that on Saturday Janet and her friends could have the run of the house to get ready for the dance.

 

It was fun being back in Lisa's spare bedroom. We took our time undressing each other and we spent a long time rubbing our boobs together and kissing. I pushed Lisa down on her back, ever so slowly dragging my breasts over hers and down across her tight belly before spreading her legs and rubbing my nipples on her pussy. Her orgasm was pretty gentle, no need to wash all the sheets this time, and then she had me face-down with my big butt up in the air so that she could lick my pussy and my ass from behind.

 

Saturday evening we went back to my house to see The Brat and her entourage off to the dance at school. Janet (as well as Granddad and Dad) was excited to see the return of the big green Lincoln town car as it pulled into our driveway (it barely fit); there was ample room in the car for Janet, her friends and their dates. Lisa and I followed them to the school; I had promised everyone I would get photos of them going in to the school, Cohn be damned. I was not going to be so bold as to follow them into the school, I wasn't pressing my luck that far. Janet and her friends read all the fashion magazines so they knew how to do all the model poses for their photos; Lisa commented quietly to me that my little sister was the hottest of them all and she really wanted to fuck her again. "You'll just have to be satisfied with me baby."

 

After getting my photos we went to the coffee shop since the Queens would not forgive us if we were in town and did not come see them. Sitting alone, on the Crying Couch, we saw Carrie; she had obviously been putting the couch to its well-known use. I sat next to her, pulling her in.

 

"What's wrong sweetie?"

 

"Willa. We had a fight."

 

"What about?"

 

"I want us to go out on dates and stuff; like a regular couple, like you and Lisa do. She's really afraid someone will figure out she's gay so she will barely hold hands with me in public."

 

Lisa patted Carrie's thigh, "We went through that too, before we came out to our families. I wanted to be more open with Cindy but she was really scared what her family would do. It turned out O.K. but we have met a lot of people where it went very badly so we understand where Willa is coming from."

 

"Give her time Carrie, she will be ready when she's ready. You just have to be patient; I can tell you two love each other a lot, never forget that."

 

She looked at me with her pretty gray eyes, "Do you want to fuck me tonight?"

 

I stroked her red hair, "I'd love to Carrie but we have to go back to school tomorrow. Maybe when we come home for Christmas."

 

She stuck out her bottom lip. Her adorable pouting did no good, Lisa and I knew neither of our families were ready to learn about our abiding love of group sex.

 

Back at school I was ready for my last motorcycle class. I would actually be taking the riding portion of the state test that night, all I would need to do afterward would be to take the written test at the state office and then I would have my long-dreamed for "M" endorsement on my driver's license. Lisa wanted to come watch but I told her I did not need her sexual energy distracting me. She also pouted adorably but I promised to make it up to her soon. I was incredibly relieved when I was told I passed the test and the next day Lisa went with me to get my new driver's license, now all I needed was a motorcycle. I called Rob and he told me that he and Cherie would start looking for one and that I should be watching advertisements as well. Any purchase would have to wait until we got our own place in the summer but I was eager to shop.

 

The science fiction club's Halloween party came first; Sam's Éowyn costume won her a trophy for Best Female Costume. Lisa and I thought it should have been for "Best Female Costume with No Tits Hanging Out," Sam, we thought, won based on women voting for someone who did not look like they belonged on the cover of a Conan novel. Whatever her reason for winning Sam was immensely proud of her costume and we were happy for her.

 

Halloween night was what was announced as the "Big Gay Halloween Bash." Sam announced she was coming with us, reprising Éowyn. Lisa returned to her role as Galadriel, getting some help from a new Victoria's Secret bra that really made her lovely breasts stand out. I went for sexy pirate again, I'm not that imaginative. Clarissa came as Taela, a red-haired human warrior from the Spellsinger books (I read them, they were hilarious in parts), but our biggest surprise was that Holly came too. She told us that in a crowd that big, consisting mostly of people who didn't know her, she felt pretty safe. We told her that her costume, a very skimpy Red Sonja, meant no one would be looking at her face and we hoped that she would remember us as every lesbian in the hall was likely to be hitting on her.

 

Holly certainly got plenty of appreciative whistles but it was Sam's dramatic pulling off of her helmet and announcing with great pride, "I am no man!" that brought the crowd, at least all the lesbians and Tolkien fans, to their feet. Many people marveled at the horsetail on her helmet, which meant, of course, that Sam needed to show them photos of Elanor and her recently trimmed tail. We made it clear to Sam we would take her back home if she was at all uncomfortable going to Clarissa's house but Sam's sex drive was in high gear that night and Lisa and I were ready for her. I didn't know that she and Lisa had been plotting tonight's events all week, but I soon would.

 

We took Sam to one of the bedrooms and pushed her down into a chair so that she could watch Lisa strip (Lisa was getting really good at it), I was not nearly as artistic but Sam seemed a lot hungrier for me. Finally it was Sam's turn, neither of us had ever seen her completely naked and we were more than ready for it. She didn't try to be overly sexy, that's hard to do when taking off armor, but it was worth the wait. Sam was a lot more muscular than she looked, in a lot of ways her body was like Lisa's, Ellie's or Amber's; the muscles were definitely there but they weren't a bodybuilders muscles, they were the muscles of a woman who is no stranger to hard, physical work. I liked to think I was developing muscles like that working with Allison but I clearly had a way to go. Sam's dark pink nipples were very hard and we could tell her light brown bush was already quite wet. I moved in on her, pressing my boobs to hers and grabbing her muscular ass, "You ready sweetie?"

 

She bit my ear, "Lisa told me about her fantasy, I promise not to hurt you too badly."

 

"Oh, we'll see about that," I say, laughing a little.

 

Sam and I began circling each other on the exercise mat; compared to our friends we were both veritable Amazons. Sam wasted no time, she dropped her shoulder down and charged into me, her shoulder slamming into my belly and pushing me down hard onto my ass. She had obviously been paying attention to college wrestling on TV because she twisted my legs around one of her thick legs and got me in a really painful hold. I wiggled to try to get out but she was just too damn strong. I finally got my leg loose enough to be able to push my toes against her pussy; I must have pressed on her clit enough to make her lose her grip, she also moaned in a really sexy way. I threw myself on top of her grabbing her really firm boobs. I thought I was doing good then I felt those thick thighs close around my waist and I found it harder and harder to breathe; every time I exhaled Sam squeezed a little tighter. Even though she was on her back on the mat she was beating me, she even reached and grabbed my nipples, twisting them hard. My fate was sealed when she released my nipples and put her hands around my throat, choking me very effectively.

 

Finally, I croaked out, "I give! I give!"

 

It was obvious she and Lisa and had talked about tonight because she tossed me off of her onto my back and squatted over me so that I got a very nice view of her shining, wet pussy, right before she began to pee on me. She then sat down on my face, grabbing my wet, curly hair so that I could lick her wet cunt, which I did with gusto. Sam's orgasms were preceded by strong jerks of her nude body and very low grunts. She was a squirter too, but certainly not in Lisa's league.

 

Lisa walked to the mat, wiggling her hips like a total whore and loving every minute of it. She pulled me up to a sitting position and sat between my legs, spreading hers wide. Sam moved in between them and began licking my baby's pussy while I was squeezing Lisa's tits from behind. Lisa had not warned Sam about the strength of her orgasms because Sam got the total Firehose treatment right in her cute face.

 

Now it was time to watch a rematch between Lisa and Holly. This time it was no sexfight, it was an all-out catfight. They went straight for each other's hair, pulling and twisting as they were kicking at each other. Holly kept trying to grab Lisa's breasts, knowing how sensitive her nipples were, but this time Lisa drove her knee up into Holly's muscular abdomen, knocking the wind out of her. Now down on the mat the girls rolled around until Lisa got Holly in the same chokehold I had used on her so many times in bed and from there it was only a short time before Holly submitted. Lisa laid on her back, grabbing her ankles to spread her legs, and her pussy wide, so that Holly could use her amazing nipples on Lisa's pussy and especially on her clit. Holly didn't get the Firehose but she did get all the pussy juices she could swallow.

 

I laid there, my head in Sam's lap, "You and Lisa planned this didn't you?"

 

She smiled, "Yeah, we did. I've been in a few fights in my life, I know how to handle myself."

 

"That part's pretty obvious, you also have a delicious pussy."

 

Sam leaned over and kissed me properly and that felt very nice, "So do you."

 

The nice thing about the neo-Victorian monstrosity that was the bed in the spare bedroom that we had claimed was its sheer size. There was enough room for three girls in it and we put Sam in between us, me on one side and Lisa on the other. I woke up first the next morning so I gently moved some legs around so I could finger both girls at once. Sam woke up first and I started to slowly pull my fingers from between her pink pussy lips. She grabbed my wrist, her eyes locked on mine, and gave me a very throaty "No!" By now Lisa was awake, she turned her head to the side, pulled Sam's head toward her and their tongues went to work on each other while I brought them both to very nice orgasms. I got on top of Sam in a 69 so that she could lick my pussy while Lisa knelt over us and licked my butthole, bringing me to an equally satisfying orgasm. We laid there in the big, soft bed for a while, at least until I heard Lisa's tummy growling.

 

"Someone is hungry from all this sex," I announced with a giggle. "You girls want breakfast?"

 

Both naked girls nodded happily. I decided I was done being naked, at least for a while, so I put on some panties and a t-shirt and made my way to the kitchen. I had told Clarissa what to get at the store and I was ready to go, I was making a hearty breakfast of biscuits and gravy. Lisa liked biscuits and gravy (not as much as French toast) but Sam, being a Southern girl (sort of) was all-in on this idea. I was confident Holly would eat anything I made, the poor girl was always hungry, and Clarissa seemed to love all food (kind of like me). I was not wrong.

 

Holly was quite excited that I was going to make jambalaya for Lisa's floor that soon and promised she would be there. Sam was quite insistent that she would be there as well; I love having friends who like to eat, especially when they like to eat me!

 

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