This part of the
story is one of those bridge sections, so if you are looking for lots of sex
you might wait for the next installment.
Our heroines do move closer to some BDSM in this chapter and that was
certainly a fun experience. As always
this is a work of fiction that is inspired by true events. Enjoy!
Part 21 -- Dress
Shopping, a trip to Springfield, and a comet
I was happy to
see Sam and Sabrina in our suite when I returned to school. Sabrina was her usually odd self, coming
right out and asking me about some court case in Hawaii. She seemed quite exasperated that I didn't
know about it and she explained that three gay couples were suing the state of
Hawaii for the right to get married.
Once she mentioned that I knew what she was talking about; I had brought
this up to Lisa back when we were seniors in high school and we actually had a
real fight over it. Lisa made it very
clear to me that she loved me and she wanted to get married someday, but that she
would not even consider it until she could get married in the Episcopal church
and that was the end of that. I got the
message and I never brought up the subject after that. Sabrina told me there was a bill that was
going to be introduced in the legislature that would prohibit Illinois from
recognizing gay marriages from other states and I explained to her that, while
it wouldn't change things for me and Lisa, a law like that was definitely driven
by people who were totally afraid of us gay folks.
Lisa was going to
be involved in a lot more student-produced shows this semester as part of her
classes and she was also starting piano lessons so that meant I would not see
much of her except on the weekends. She
told me to fuck my suitemates as often as I could, but to just save the
weekends for her. I had decided to
continue to let Sam and Sabrina continue to make the first move, sex-wise, but
I was also not going to kick either of them out of bed.
I was sitting on
our little couch watching TV after I got my stuff put away in my room when Sam
came in with her stuff. She sat down
next to me; I felt quite warm when she put her hand on my thigh.
"Did you get a
card from Mrs. Graff too?"
"Yeah, I did and
so did Lisa. She sent me some gift
certificates and she sent Lisa a theater guild pass for theater productions in
Chicago, and we are invited to this big cancer research fundraiser."
"She sent me a
card saying that I had money in my account at the Farmers' Co-Op that is enough
to cover Elanor's food for quite a while and enough to cover a visit from the
farrier too."
I was confused
(hardly a new event where horses were concerned), "What's a farrier?"
Sam's smile was
incandescent, "A farrier is someone who makes and repairs horseshoes, and
Elanor probably needs some new shoes before I take her to the summer camp. I did call Mrs. Graff's office and I told her
that I was honored to be invited to that fundraiser but I couldn't go because I
will be working at the summer camp. She
did send me this photo with the card."
Sam showed me what looked like a copy of a pretty old photo of a little
girl with long, pigtails wearing a cowboy hat and sitting on a black
horse. On the back it read, "My friend
David, 1955."
"Oh my gosh,
that's Mrs. Graff when she was a little girl in Canada."
"He was a very
handsome horse." Sam eyes were bright
with tears, she understood far better than I did the bond the Mrs. G had had
with her horse David.
"So, when do I
get to meet this enigmatic Tracey? Did
you two meet up over break?"
"I'm definitely
going to invite her to come with us the next time you cook for Lisa's dorm
floor and hopefully when we go to the QSC meeting she will be there and you can
meet her then. We did get together twice
over break; once when the forecast was nice we met at a park with horse trails
about midway between our towns, I got to pull my own trailer for the first time
and Elanor was a very good girl riding in the trailer." Sam was seriously happy about this. "Then right at the beginning of the year we
went to a horse show in Morganfield, Kentucky.
Tracey is a really serious rider, she's even done rodeo; at least barrel
racing which is the only event they let us girls compete in."
"Wow. Have you ever done rodeo?"
"I tried, but
Elanor is not the right sort of horse for barrel racing and I'm just too big. Tracey's quite a bit less chunky than I am
and Waldo is a much nimbler horse than Elanor is."
I was a good girl
and I did not ask about sex, even though I was dying to know if they had
fucked. I was just going to have to
remain in the dark for a bit longer.
Just the thought of two strong farmgirls fucking like mad had me getting
out my magic wand that night; I had to bite my pillow so I didn't wake everyone
up.
I was eager for
the next QSC meeting, I really wanted to meet this Tracey girl. There was a lot of talk first about the bill that
was in a legislative committee that would prevent Illinois from recognizing
same-sex marriages performed in other states.
There was an announcement that there would be a rally opposing the bill
toward the end of March and that there would be more details later. I volunteered to pass the word on to Lisa so
she could tell people in IWU's GSA. I
felt like such a political rabble-rouser.
I saw Sam's head
over the crowd as she made her way toward me.
As she got closer I could see another girl was with her, I assumed this
to be Tracey. Like Sam, she was not a
Barbie doll. She was not as tall as Sam
(few girls are) and she had dark brown hair tied back in a very tight
ponytail. She had the look of someone
who could be described as "rangy" and she gave off a definite tomboy vibe (much
like me and Sam), she was wearing jeans and a blue t-shirt. She didn't have big boobs, but her breasts
seemed very firm. My mind was racing and
I had decided that I would let her and Sam guide the conversation, I had no
idea how much she knew about my wild sexuality and I certainly didn't want to
scare her off. I flashed Sam a quick
smile when I noticed they were holding hands.
"You're Cindy?"
"That's me. You must be Tracey." We shook hands and I made a mental note that
she was not, at least on first meeting, a hugger.
"Sam's told me a
lot about you. You did a nice job with
the stereo in her truck and she tells me you're a good cook too."
"Thanks. You'll have to join us when I make dinner for
Lisa's dorm floor the next time."
She looked at
Sam, "Lisa's the one you call the Elf Queen?"
Sam blushed a little.
"Yeah."
"I look forward
to meeting her too. It's nice to be
around people where I don't have to hide who I am." Tracey looked back at me, "You're from a
small town too, aren't you?"
Yeah, just south
of Champaign. It's not as small as where
you're from but I had to deal with some pretty hateful people when I was in
school."
Tracey nodded,
"What I hated most was listening to people I've known all my life talking about
how awful gay people are while all the while I wanted to grab them and scream
in their face `You're talking about me you fucking asshole and you say you're
my friend!' Sam told me you even had a
Queer Prom."
"We did, and this
was the weird part, two of the people really driving the idea were our
moms. I think my mom and my little
sister just wanted to see me in a dress."
Tracey smiled, "I
bet you looked good."
"My friends
certainly thought so. Lisa has tried her best to tame my tomboy tendencies,
it's one of the reasons Mom likes her so much."
I saw Shelly at
the meeting as well, but no sign of the enigmatic Rebecca. She was smiling broadly as she made her way
over to me, putting her arm around my waist (which, no surprise, made me nice
and tingly).
"You still want
to help out?"
"I certainly
do." I was quite flattered that she
wanted me to be part of her racing team.
"Good. We need someone who is a good problem-solver
and who can be logical about things."
She wrote down an address, along with some basic directions as to how to
get there (it was out in the country). "You'll
get to meet the rest of the gang and
Rebecca will be there too."
Shelly gave me a sly smile as she told me this.
"Hopefully Lisa
doesn't have a rehearsal that night, I'm sure she would be happy to be a
spectator."
Shelly's smile
was quite a hungry one, "I hope she can make it."
My very low-level
fame where car audio installations were concerned had spread. I was happy to help out my friends (usually
in exchange for sex or rum) and I was making some extra money from doing work
for friends of friends. I was quite
pleased to get a call from Holly asking for my help and I was anxious to get
her input on what to wear to meet a princess.
Lisa had a rehearsal that night (she was in a student production of Godspell, a show she really liked) but
she assured me she would get to Holly's house as quick as she could afterward. Clarissa had a math exam that evening but she
made me promise to tell her everything that happened and she reminded me that
Holly was not opposed to getting rough.
Holly's house
wasn't huge, but it was certainly bigger than where I (or Lisa) grew up. Her dad was a construction consultant and her
mom did some sort of financial stuff, which meant they both traveled for work a
lot. Nothing like how Clarissa's dad and
step-mother did, but she did get the house to herself a lot. I was glad I had brought some work lights
with me, it was obvious no one did any real work in that garage. Holly met me wearing sweats and an IWU
football t-shirt. I though she looked
great but she smiled very mischievously when she told me she would change
before we took a test ride. I missed
having Lisa there, we had an almost psychic link and she was good and handing
me the tools I needed. Holly tried her
best but she was hopeless where tools were concerned, it was a good thing she
was so fucking cute.
Holly had gotten
a lot more comfortable with me and Lisa, to the point where she could be quite
chatty. I did learn a lot about her life
and, just like with Georgia (Clarissa's step-mom), I took a rapid dislike to
her mom. She had pushed Holly
relentlessly all through school; I got the feeling she was trying to re-live
her glory days through her daughter. Her
mom had entered her in beauty pageants when she was little; I saw some photos,
she was a really cute little girl, but Holly had finally pushed back on that
when she got into junior high because there were a lot of creepy guys who came
to those pageants. Holly said she
enjoyed cheerleading but so many of the girls were so mean to each other that
it wasn't fun a lot of the time. Holly's
mom had been unbelievably angry when Holly lost the vote for Homecoming queen
her senior year; she had actually offered to get Holly a boob job so she would
have a better chance of being prom queen.
I was caught short when she talked about her mom being utterly livid
when she heard that that a girl who had been at cheer camp with Holly had lost
out on the Homecoming queen vote to, as her mom put it, "A goddamn rug
muncher!" I had to laugh at that one.
"What's so
funny?"
"Do you know who
that girl was?"
"No. I just know it was in a small town down south
from here."
"It was
Lisa. We plotted and schemed and in a
four-way race she won. The assistant
principal tried so hard to get rid of the two of us but we had good friends who
helped us out. When we're done we can
drive by my dorm and I'll get my photo albums, the safe one and the naughty
one." Holly Literally clapped her hands
with excitement. "So how did you come to
realize you like girls?"
"I was a cheer
camp the summer before I started ninth grade.
An older girl was helping with some of the moves and when I tried to
duplicate her move, instead of grabbing her waist I grabbed her breasts
instead. I was really embarrassed and I
started apologizing but she smiled at me and said, "I didn't mind." Then she put her arms around me, pulled me in
close so that our boobs touched, and kissed me.
I really liked that and on the last day of camp she showed me how to
finger-fuck her. I was too scared to
talk to any of the gay girls in high school because I was terrified Mom would
find out, but once I got to college I went to the Gay Student's Alliance and I
realized I wasn't alone. Until I met
Carissa I never talked to anyone at the meetings, I never even put my hood
down, for fear someone would recognize me.
Now I know you, and Lisa, and Clarissa and some other girls and it's
been wonderful.
Holly's car was a
1988 Pontiac Sunbird convertible that had belonged to her oldest sister. It was a little car, it reminded me a lot of
Rita's little Mazda, but it looked like a real sportscar to me. Holly say, "Wait here, I need to change" and
I watched her lovely bubble-butt go up the steps into the house. A few minutes later she came out and I did my
best not to drool. She was wearing her
high-school cheerleader uniform and, as she showed me, she wasn't wearing
panties. Her top was cut just below her
tits and showed off her quite muscular belly (Holly was in really good shape,
which made me feel kind of doughy) and the skirt just barely covered her butt;
I am sure she had lots of eyes on her as she went up with me, I was actually
glad neither Sam nor Sabrina was in our suite, there would have been a lot of
questions. I got my photo albums and we
went back to the car. To my great
surprise Holly also like Led Zeppelin and so we drove around for a while with
the new stereo blasting. It took a lot
of effort for me to not get my hand between her white thighs but I didn't want
her to drive into a mailbox or something.
Unbeknownst to
me, Holly and Lisa had been planning this evening. Holly had given Lisa a key to the house and
Lisa went over as soon as her rehearsal was over. When we pulled into the garage my eyes pretty
much popped out of my head to see Lisa wearing on of Holly's IWU cheer
uniforms. The top was a little loose on
my sweetie because Holly has larger boobs, but Lisa was showing off more of her
firm belly because she was a few inches taller than Holly; I was quite tingly
when she turned around and I saw the green and white skirt didn't quite cover
her amazing butt. Both girls were pawing
at me when we got out of the car and Lisa whispered in my ear.
"We've been
naughty lesbian sluts. You need to
punish us Miss Cindy."
I went from zero
to 100 on the Mean Girl meter in a femtosecond and my smile (it was more of a
leer) got even more predatory when Holly handed me her mom's old sorority
paddle.
"We've been so
naughty Miss Cindy."
"O.K. you two
sexy sluts, bend over the hood of the car and pull up your skirts." The did as they were told, revealing two
perfect, quivering bottoms. I trusted
Lisa to tell me if I started to go too far and Clarissa had told me Holly liked
it rough so I started with two hard swats, one on each lovely ass. By the time I was on my fourth swat both
girls had puddles on the garage floor between their legs; their buttcheeks were
bright red and I was swinging pretty hard. After number five Lisa squealed "Enough
baby! That one hurt!" but Holly (in a
voice that was almost a moan) begged for one more, so I really swung for the
fences. I put the paddle down and slid a
hand between each quivering butt cheek and pushed three fingers into each wet
pussy, fingering fucking the girls hard.
Lisa climaxed first, giving my hand (and the wall behind me) the full
firehose treatment; her orgasm was so strong she sagged down to her knees, just
barely hanging on to Holly's car. I
began pumping Holly's pussy with three fingers, my thumb pushing into her butt,
while I pulled on her dark red hair.
Holly, who had been so shy when she first met us, became a foul-mouthed
sex fiend once her switch was flipped.
"That's
right! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me in my slut asshole! Fuck me like a fucking whore baby!"
Good thing the
garage door was closed. Holly's orgasm
wasn't as wet as Lisa's but Holly did collapse to the floor, frantically
continuing to finger herself. I got them
both up and pulled them by their hair into the house, they stripped and I
ordered them into the big whirlpool tub in the guest bathroom. I tore my clothes off and stood over them,
feet on with side of the tub and pissed on them while they writhed naked in the
tub. We all rinsed off and then we both
turned our attention to Holly.
"Did you bring
the dildo Miss Lisa?"
"I did." She handed me the purple dildo and slid one
end up into my wet pussy and laid down on the floor on my back. Lisa positioned Holly over it and then pushed
her down, violently shoving the plastic cock deep into her dripping pussy. Holly grabbed my tits, digging her fingers in
deep while using her strong legs to bounce up and down on the plastic cock. Lisa stood over me, so that her pussy was
dripping on my face, and grabbed Holly's red hair, burying Holly's pretty face
in her soaking wet white bush. Holly's
orgasms brought on serious flushing on her chest and quivering legs, but they
weren't too violent, just loud. She was
having a seriously good time.
I pulled Lisa
down onto the floor so I could try something new. I had seen in videos couples fucking in the
missionary position (I honestly had not known it was called that) and I wanted
to try it. If nothing else it would make
it easier for me to be kissing Lisa and biting her lovely boobs as I worked her
pussy. As I was pumping away, with my
baby writhing under me and pulling hard on my curly hair, Holly was behind me,
licking furiously at my butthole and she was doing a fine job of hitting my
sensitive spot right there between me butthole and my pussy.
We finally had to
take a break, even my towering sex drive needs a breather sometimes, and so we
showed Holly the photo albums. She was
rubbing her bald pussy as she looked through what me and Lisa referred to as
"The Secret Archive" openly lusting after both Rita's amazing breasts and Jan's
equally amazing cock. She also loved the
photos of me and Lisa at the various dances, taking unseemly joy in Lisa's
description of her leading me out on the dance floor.
Having recovered
we got ourselves in a triangle, one of my favorite things to do, so that we
could take turn eating each other. Holly
had already experienced my orgasms and the hazards they posed but, like my
other gorgeous redheaded sex partner Carrie, Holly was showing herself to be a
real pain slut and I think getting a foot to the face made her climax even
harder. Lisa and I would have loved to
have spent the night with Holly but we both had class the next morning.
Having gotten
partially dressed, panties and t-shirts, we did ask for Holly's help with my
clothes for the cancer fundraiser. She
was still amazed that I would be in the same room with Princess Diana (I never
considered the possibility that I might actually meet her) and Olivia Newton-John
and she totally wanted to help me. I'm
not sure what it is about me that makes people want to see me in a formal dress
so badly; I wondered if Sam and Tracey, my fellow big-girl tomboys, dealt with
it as well.
It was early
February and I was at church to hear Lisa singing with the choir when, after
the service as people were drinking coffee (I had my tea), Dr. Hirschhorn came
over to me; he was very excited. As
usual I asked him what was going on in the sky and it was clear he had been
dying for me to ask him.
"Haven't you
heard my dear, there's a comet!" I had
to admit I had not heard about it, clearly I was reading the wrong magazines.
"It was
discovered last month by an astronomer in Japan and it will make its closest
approach to the Earth on the 25th of March. I'm going to have a gathering at the house
and I hope you and Lisa can be there."
"Dr. H (Despite
his repeated requests I just could not bring myself to call him "Ira"), we will
most certainly be there. It will even be during spring break so I can stay out
late." We both laughed a little at that
one.
I was taking a
theater tech class that semester and I got my chance to help the director of a
student production, Waiting for Godot,
with the lighting. The play has a
minimal set, a leafless tree, and only five characters and, while I had a hard
time following the twists in the dialog, it had some hilariously absurd
moments. Lisa was there for the opening
performance and she brought Clarissa with her.
Sabrina and Sam couldn't make it but I was excited to see Shelly, with
her short, spikey red hair. Sitting next
to her was a striking woman with light brown skin and short black hair. After the show Lisa and I went to the coffee
shop and I invited them to come with us.
I had guessed right, this was the mysterious Rebecca.
Rebecca was a big
fan of Samuel Beckett, she had majored in English Literature, and she
complimented me on my work with the lights.
I gave my usual, mumbled, "Thank You," which earned me a playful flick
of the ear from Lisa; one of her self-appointed tasks in being my girlfriend
was to get me to gracefully accept compliments, she is still working on that
one to this day. We tried our best to
not pry too much, but we knew so little about either Shelly or Rebecca. Shelly was from Peoria and had done her
undergraduate work at Bradley University before coming to ISU for grad school
in math. Rebecca was from a little town
between Bloomington and Decatur and had met Shelly during her senior year. They didn't go into a lot of details but
their story seemed similar to me and Lisa in that Rebecca hit Shelly like a
thunderbolt, because they moved in together a few months after their first
meeting. Rebecca's mom was from Brazil,
both her parents worked for a monster agricultural company in Decatur. Both girls were entranced by the story of
Lisa being elected homecoming queen and Rebecca, who had also read Our Town really loved that I had
overcome my bladder-emptying fear of being on stage to take on the role of the
Stage Manager. We told them they needed
to come to the Mersey Ferry for karaoke night to hear Lisa sing, Lisa of course
had to throw in that they might hear me too.
The QSC brought
in a brass band from the St. Louis area for the Mardi Gras party. Lisa, of course, danced her fool ass off; I
spent quite a bit of time sipping on a series of hurricanes, a drink made from
a ridiculous amount of rum and fruit juice.
That loosened me up enough to dance but, in the words of the film Wild Hogs (which was years in the
future), the music moved me but it moved me wrong. Many of the girls there agreed with Lisa that
I dance like a fuck, adorably spastic and kind of all over the place. It was still a lot of fun.
Holly took the
search for my dress very seriously, to the point where she made me look in
fashion magazines before she and Clarissa would fuck me (Evil bitches!); Lisa
found this terribly funny. I though most
of the really high fashion dresses looked really uncomfortable but Lisa assured
me that I would look good in any of them.
The subject of sneakers was a tougher one, everyone who knew us agreed
that our color-coordinated high-top sneakers were just part of our image. I decided we would have to ask Mrs. Graff and
Rita about that one.
I was paying
close attention to the sky, looking for the comet that Dr. H had told me about
and by mid-March I was able to find it with Granddad's old binoculars. Dr. H seemed to know an endless number of
people so when the 25th came his backyard was almost crowded (and it
was a decent sized yard). He told us all
about the comet and how that its orbit would not bring it back for 70,000
years; I found that quite sobering. I
was in between Lisa and our friend Dawn (the one who looks like my little
sister) and I was hold both girls' hands tightly. His two daughters had come to town for the
party, along with their families, and so he proudly introduced me to his entire
family. I did notice I was somewhat
close in ago to several of his grandchildren and I got the chance to meet his
two daughters as well. One, her name was
Donna, told me how her dad talked about me frequently. Donna and her sister had grown up with their
dad talking about the stars all the time but they had never developed his
passion for astronomy. She did say her
dad loved that I always asked him what was going on in the sky and his pride in
the backyard where I had worked on the lighting and sound system; she also said
that actually knowing a gay couple made him feel very modern and besides,
"They're such dear girls." Lisa and I
smiled at the one.
I got word from
Mrs. Graff that she, Katherine, and Rita would be coming through town on their
way to Springfield for the rally opposing the bill that would deny recognition
of out-of-state same-sex marriages, she was quite happy when I told her Lisa
and I would be there with our respective campus groups. Lisa invited them to spend the night on
Friday (it would be Good Friday) because the choir was performing Bach's
oratorio St. Matthew Passion and Lisa
had one of the lead soprano parts.
I got dressed up
for Good Friday; I wore one of my old homecoming dresses, it was a dark blue
Asian style dress with a Mandarin collar (I actually like that style) and I was
wearing my blue high-tops to go with it as well as my old Spanish coin
necklace. Mrs. G, Katherine, and Rita
all looked me over and Mrs. Graff was of the opinion that, since I liked that
style of dress, maybe that was what I should look for to wear for the cancer
fundraiser. Sam came with us, she had
never heard Lisa sing in church and she was wearing a nice western-style skirt
and top along with somewhat fancy cowboy boots.
Mrs. Graff and Sam had definitely bonded over their shared rural
upbringing and love of horses. Mrs.
Graff pulled Sam off to the side to talk to her and I watched as Sam's eyes
grow bright with tears and, possible copying Lisa, she put both hands over her
mouth and then she gave Mrs. Graff a big hug.
That part was a little funny because Sam is a good eight inches taller
than Mrs. G.
I put my arm
around her waist, "What was that about sweetie?"
Sam swallowed
hard, "Mrs. Graff understands why I can't make it to the fundraiser so she told
me that her law firm would make a donation to the camp I work at in the summer." Here she started to tear up, "It's enough to
get all of the camp's horses their vet checkups, new shoes if they need them,
and repairs to some of the saddles. She
said there's a letter going to the camp director and that, officially, the gift
is in memory of her horse David."
Lisa and I both
hugged Mrs. Graff too, much to Katherine and Rita's amusement.
Rita was familiar
with Lisa's talent, but Mrs. G and Katherine had never heard her sing, other
than in plays in high school. Katherine
leaned over to me, "I now see why she was awarded her scholarships, Lisa is an
amazingly talented woman."
I smiled, "Yes
she is."
After the service
we gathered in the parish hall for coffee and dessert and I was able to
introduce Katherine to Dr. Hirschhorn. Unsurprisingly
Katherine stood up even straighter (I will never understand how she manages
that) and, probably from ingrained habit, saluted Dr. H, "Sergeant Katherine
Nettleford, 3rd Marines, sir!"
Dr. Hirschhorn
chuckled and returned the salute, "Technical Sergeant Ira Hirschhorn, 105th
Artillery Battalion, 27th Army Division." He smiled at Katherine, "Once a marine,
always a marine I see. I worked closely
with a young marine from Teec-Nos-Pos, Arizona, out on the Navajo reservation; he
and I spent many weeks together recovering from our injuries in the hospital in
Darwin, Australia. Hiram was a really
brave young man, he deserved his Bronze Star far more than I did." Dr. H's face took on a wistful look, "Hiram's
gone now, walked the Barefoot Trail, as his people would say, but I stay in
contact with his family. Are you
interested in astronomy young lady?" Dr.
H often joked that at his age he got to call everyone "young".
Katherine gave
one of her rare warm smiles, "Cynthia has told me of your incredible knowledge
sir. I enjoy hearing from her about what
is in the sky; she did inspire me to borrow Mr. Graff's good binoculars to see
the comet she told me about."
Hr. H patted my
shoulder, "Well done spreading the word Cynthia." He chuckled again, knowing full well that Mom
and Katherine were the only two people who regularly called me Cynthia.
The rally in
Springfield drew a decent crowd, but it drew some haters too. I think the organizers, and for that matter
the rest of us, knew it was a lost cause.
Too much anti-gay hysteria had been whipped up but I noticed there were
a fair number of religious folks there, including the rector from our church,
giving notice that there were a lot of religious people who thought they us gay
folks had the same right a get married as anyone else. As we were walking back to the car I noticed
a really nasty looking guy, he might as well have had "Redneck" tattooed on his
forehead, yelling at us (and especially at Rita for some reason) about us being
"sluts" and "whoremongers." Katherine
got between him and Rita (and the rest of us) and shot him a look that resulted
in him scooting away pretty fast; Lisa and I both wondered if she had her
katana handy.
As we rode back
toward home I did ask Mrs. G if she thought gay people would ever be able to
legally get married; Lisa was leaned up against me snoring her cute little
snore with her head on my shoulder. Mrs.
G sat there, deep in thought for what seemed like a long while. Katherine was staring straight ahead, as
though she had her own opinion but that opinion was one she would keep to
herself at this moment.
Mrs. G finally
sighed, "I hope so Cindy. The way I
interpret the law, the state has a legal interest in regulating marriages in so
far as it does with any legal contract.
I think any two people, regardless of their gender, who are legally
competent to enter into a contract should be able to get married if they want
to. I think it will take time, maybe a
long time, but I fully intend on being there when you and Lisa get married."
"Even if the
state changes the law Lisa won't even consider it unless she can get married in
her church."
"That's why
people like you and Lisa are important.
The more people who see that you two are just two people who love each
other will mean there will be more people who will realize that you deserve the
same rights that other couples get. It
will be people like you who will change the church from the inside."
Back at school we
fell back into our rhythm of classes and sex whenever we could manage it. I picked up Lisa and we drove out into the
country, following Shelly's directions.
We arrived at an old farmhouse with several other cars parked in the
lane and light coming from the barn.
Lisa seemed oddly nervous so it was my turn to hold her hand tight. Out in the barn there was a group of people
gathered around an old, dark red motorcycle and I noticed they all had matching
jackets. From my days at the record
store I recognized the image on the back of the jacket from the cover of the
New Riders of the Purple Sage 1973 album The
Adventures of Panama Red, along with the worlds "Panama Red Racing." Shelly introduced me to everyone, Lisa hung
back and I noticed that Rebecca had her arm around Lisa's waist and they were
laughing together. It was six weeks
until the first race of the season so we would be working on the bike to get it
ready.
It was a Saturday
when Lisa told me to meet her at an old-school women's store on the
square. I got there and saw that Clarissa,
Holly, and Amber were all there too.
"I found my dress
sweetie!" She was so excited she was
almost bouncing. I sat down on a little
couch next to Amber while Lisa got changed.
When she came out I pretty much had to pick my jaw up off the floor and
it was a wonder that neither I nor any of our friends didn't start rubbing
ourselves right there in the store. My
baby was the epitome of sex on two legs.
She looked sublimely sexy without looking slutty in a light blue,
sleeveless dress with a dark blue shawl (that's what I called it), her white
hair cascading down over her shoulders; she was even wearing her blue
high-tops.
"Baby, there are
going to be two genuine princesses at that party and Diana will be in your
shadow." I got up, pulled her in close
and kissed her for what seemed like a long time; I wasn't sure what the ladies
working at the store thought but our friends thought it was wonderful.
Now we just
needed to find me a dress.
Several readers
have commented that I should have put this all in the Romance section. I did think about that, but I decided to
break it up based on our ages when these events occurred. Lisa still tries to get me to dress up
sometimes, but even after being together for 33 years I'm still a tomboy. I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and donations to Nifty are always
appreciated (https://donate.nifty.org)