This part is kind of long but my first Christmas as a college student was an eventful time of my life. There is the usually amount of enthusiastic lesbian sex but also our two heroines have fun with a girl in junior high school (right where it all started) and our protagonist once again gets really close to incest without stepping over the line.

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Part 7: Christmas Time Is Coming, and With It, Art.

 

Now we were in that final stretch at school, finishing the semester and taking our final exams before everyone was off for Christmas. Lisa and I talked on the phone every night, sometimes getting very dirty, but we really could only be together on weekends. We had our plan, after the next school year we could move off campus and get an apartment together and fuck whenever we wanted to. Lauren came to my room a few times, like me she found sex very calming. Either of us would have welcomed Sam into our bed but she had shown no signs of wanting to go beyond kissing and a little boob squeezing (if she had a few shots of rum first).

 

I got a call from Rita abut mid-week. She was very excited that a watercolor painting she had done, one of me and Lisa (sadly wearing clothes) watching the Sun set over Lake Michigan, had been selected to be in the fall semester student exhibition at the Art Institute and she wanted us to come up to Chicago for the show's opening. She said we could stay at her parent's condo, though they would be there also, or we could stay with Carolina. We decided we would be less self-conscious fucking with Carolina in the next room than we would be with Rita's mom and dad listening. It did mean we needed to dress nice, and so, after much discussion we decided on wearing our first Homecoming dresses. We had picked them specifically so that we could use them again, but we had both gained weight (me more than Lisa, dammit!). I was jealous, most of Lisa's weight gain seemed to be in her tits, mine was all in my ass. Donna, co-owner of the Mersey Ferry, knew someone who did alterations, so we took our dresses there and she said she could let things out some for us. It was during college that I realized a girl needs to have a good seamstress available, it comes in handy more often than you might think.

 

Lee's dad had recommended a new movie for me; Quentin Tarantino's Pulp Fiction. It had come out earlier in the fall and was still playing at the mall so on Friday night Lisa and I had a proper date. While there were no Cajun places near us, and that made me sad, there was a place that did French food and it was really good (and not too expensive). We had a nice dinner, no wine sadly, and then went to the movie. Lisa found Tarantino's style quite confusing, but I was captivated by it; I could see why Lee's dad loved it. My favorite scene was with Bruce Willis and they exceptionally yummy Maria de Medeiros, the one that ends with, "Zed's dead, baby. Zed's dead." We both agreed that we could hear Katherine saying, "Getting medieval on your ass" and that hearing such a thing would be utterly terrifying.

 

Back at my room, since Lauren and Sam were both out, we tried sex on Sam's beanbag. It was interesting, but we kept losing our balance and rolling off, and that brought on uncontrollable laughing. We went to my bedroom and spent a wonderful time slowly rubbing our pussys together. We had heard someone get home, so we kept the volume level down by biting on each other's breasts when we came.

 

Saturday morning we walked to a music store in the very quaint commercial area near the campus. Lisa had seen a poster for a community sing-a-long for Handel's Messiah and her desire to be part of that had Mean Girl Lisa out front and center and who was I to say "No" to that. We also picked up our altered dresses, mine now fit quite nicely but I was going to have to exercise more if I didn't want to have to have more alterations done. Lisa's now showed off her tits in a really delicious way; maybe Rita might be a little jealous. Lisa gave a snorting laugh at that suggestion.

 

That night the campus cinema was showing the 1984 animated Lord of the Rings; neither of us had ever seen it, and Lisa was very skeptical of it, but we both liked Ralph Bashki's animation style (we had seen some of his work in Heavy Metal and in the film Cool World) so we decided to give it a try and Sam went with us. I thought it was OK, I knew they had left out massive amounts of the story; but Sam and Lisa, true Tolkien fans that they were, were deeply offended by the mere existence of the entire thing and vowed to never speak of it again.

 

I had told Lisa about my experience with Lee's dildo, so she had picked up hers from her room. I definitely enjoyed being on top more than getting it from behind because now I could see Lisa's amazing blue eyes and I could play with her tits as she fucked me. It still wasn't as good as having Lisa's tongue in my pussy, but I did like it better. She decided she still liked it from behind better and she still really loved it in her butt. Based on Lauren's expression when we came out of the bedroom to watch Babylon 5, she had heard the entire thing; especially Lisa's gleeful, "Fuck my tight ass baby! Fuck me! Pull my hair!" We were wearing warm bathrobes, but I know Lauren knew we were naked under them.

 

We went to the Mersey Ferry Sunday morning. Tina had managed, she never did explain exactly how, to be able to show the game between Liverpool and Chelsea live on the projection TV and she really wanted Lisa to sing "You'll Never Walk Alone" before it started; she promised us unlimited pizza and drinks (and a ride home if we needed it). Right before the start of that match Dennis, the bar's very large bouncer, grabbed Lisa by the hips like a ballet dancer and lifted her up onto the bar (God almighty that man was strong!). His boyfriend Owen was there too. Owen also loved singing, he was part of the Central Illinois Gay Men's Chorus, and he had only heard Lisa at karaoke nights. I had my camera to get some photos; my sweetie was at a Princess Diana level of beautiful. Her long white hair was loose, and she was wearing a loaned Liverpool FC jersey and her Pride bracelet. Amber had come with us, both to hear Lisa, to (when possible) squeeze our tits, and to watch soccer played at a top level. By the time she got to "Walk on through the wind, walk on through the rain" almost everyone was singing along, and it was easy to pick out expatriate Liverpudlians by the tears streaming down their faces. Liverpool wasn't very good that year, they lost this match to Chelsea, but we still had great fun.

 

Back at Lisa's dorm room Amber pretty much tore my clothes off me before pushing me down into the comfy chair and proceeding to eat my pussy like she was starving. Lisa sat in another chair, also naked, masturbating as she watched us. She had commented to me that she and Amber had a lot of sex and so it was my turn. I had my fingers buried in her black hair, feeling her tongue playing with my clit, three fingers deep inside my cunt, before exploding with an orgasm where only a quick drop to the floor save her from a heel to the head. I then watched her eat Lisa's pussy and ass from behind while I fingered myself. They were still fucking when I got dressed to go start dinner for our friends, tonight was jambalaya. I had become quite popular was Lisa's floor; I had been right, cook tasty food and people will accept you quite nicely.

 

We headed north on the train the next Saturday morning. We had our dresses with us, matching high-tops, my camera gear, and Lisa's little whip; it was going to be a fun weekend. It had turned bitterly cold, unusually cold for Illinois in December, and so there was a light dusting of snow on the fields as we rumbled north. We had enough experience with Amtrak to know that the heat in the observation car might not be up to the challenge and so we brought a blanket to sit under. The blanket also meant we could rub each other too.

 

Carolina met us at the station, accompanied by her current boyfriend (his name was Clark). I had no idea how much he knew about us, so we played it cool. He seemed nice enough, but we did pick up on the fact that he seemed to resent that Katherine had called him out for something he had said. Knowing Katherine there had to have been a damn good reason for her to do that and, though we could not come out and say it, he had better listen to her. Carolina was happy to see us and seemed to make a point of establishing that we were both 18 now. I wondered about that.

 

We got changed and Carolina helped us both with our hair and some makeup; this show was a big deal for Rita, not many first-year students get their work displayed at the student show, and we wanted to look nice for her. Carolina seemed bemused by our high-tops, I explained it was our brand; that made her roll her eyes and laugh softly. Arriving at the Art Institute Saturday afternoon we easily spotted Katherine, she stands out in any crowd that is not composed completely of NBA players. Lisa squeezed my hand when she noticed Katherine and Erin were holding hands. That made us both happy, Katherine had worked really hard to get where she was, and she deserved to be happy. Rita's parents greeted us and introduced us to loads of people, mostly from the law firm, none of who I remembered. I did see Chris and Cassie, the young couple who had paddled by in a canoe while Lisa and I were swimming in Lake Michigan naked. Chris said "Hi" to us, but he seemed to be really busy networking with the higher-level partners in the firm; Mr. Graff had clearly invited everyone to the opening, he was intensely proud of Rita's talent because, by his own admission, he could barely draw stick people.

 

Cassie looked kind of lost; she was a really cute blonde and her hair was feathered back, like many of the photos of Princess Diana. That alone made me want to pull her into the ladies' room and fuck her senseless, but I had promised Lisa I would be a good girl today; this event was for Rita. She seemed very relieved when we came over to talk to her; she was used to dealing with kindergartners, high society was something new for her too. We sat down and talked with her because she didn't know anyone there; I was getting pissed that her husband was ignoring her but figured it was not my place to say something. I tried very hard not to stare at her tits, they were on full display in the off-the-shoulder dress she was wearing (again, very Diana) that might well have cost as much as the Red October. She and Lisa talked a lot about working with young kids, both of them really lit up talking about how much they liked working with their students. I sat, mostly quietly, seriously fantasizing about Lisa and Cassie wrestling to see who got my pussy first (A girl can dream can't she?).

 

Rita came in with a guy in tow. I picked up real fast on the icy-cold disdain emanating from both her mom and Katherine; neither of them had approved of Rita's choices where guys were concerned, and it was obvious they still didn't. I honestly think her mom hoped she would swing toward being a lesbian; she really liked me and Lisa and she thought we were a good influence on her daughter. As far as Katherine was concerned no guy would ever be good enough for Rita.

 

His name was Jan Christian ("Just Jan please") and he was an international student at the University of Chicago studying international affairs. He was from Rotterdam in the Netherlands and was in his third year at the university. He reminded me of my friends Cornelius and Owen in that he was impeccably dressed and unfailingly polite, I think he was used to formal occasions. I could tell Rita had told him some of her history because he went out of his way to be exceedingly courteous to both Mrs. Graff and to Katherine. I don't think he knew the entire story of the three of us and our tendency toward sexual excess, but he was very courteous to us too. He didn't even ask Lisa about her hair.

 

No one seemed to mind that the waiters kept bringing us champagne, and since I was not driving, I enjoyed several glasses. It meant I was pretty tipsy by the time the program began. Fortunately for me Cassie did not seem to mind when I put and arm around her waist (Chris was still "networking"), my other arm was around Lisa's. There were some speeches made welcoming families and friends and then each artist got to talk about their piece. Rita did a nice job avoided talking about the sexual antics that went along with the painting and she did specifically mention us, we both waved our best royal waves.

 

Later that day we went to dinner with Rita's family. Rita invited Cassie to come with us, but she wanted to ask Chris first. Rita gave a little snort of disgust at that.

 

"I'm sure if I asked him if he wanted to come have dinner with us, and that Mom and Dad would be there, he'd waste no time getting in the car. I have to say, I don't like how he treats Cassie."

 

Cassie told us they were going to a club with some of the junior associates, but she hoped to see us again sometime. I gave her my phone number, telling her if she was ever downstate to let us know. She gave me a kiss on the cheek (Yep, I was poison-frog red) and said she hoped to have more of my spaghetti sometime and that she wanted to go swimming with us (she patted my butt when she said that, I guess she had figured out we were naked).

 

Mr. Graff loved good food; it was one of the reasons why I valued his opinion on my cooking, and we had some seriously good Italian that night. While we were waiting for dessert I took a deep breath and did my part for Ellie.

 

I was sitting across from Rita's mom, "Mrs. G, can I ask a favor of you?"

 

"Sure, what is it dear?"

 

"Do you remember our friend Ellie?"

 

She thought for a moment, "Pretty girl, long black hair, wore a cowboy hat to your prom?"

 

"Yeah, that's her. I was talking to her when I was home for Thanksgiving. She's making college plans and she would like to talk to you, and hopefully Katherine too."

 

"Why's that?"

"She thinks she would like to be a lawyer like you and Katherine so that women like her mom would have someone to stand up for their rights."

 

I could tell she was very moved by this, and Lisa was squeezing my hand tight. I leaned over and whispered in her ear, "I never got the chance to tell you."

 

"I'll spank you later," this wasn't just Mean Girl, this was Horny Mean Girl.

 

"I hope so Miss Lisa."

 

Mrs. Graff talked with Katherine quietly before turning back to me. "We will be at the house between Christmas and New Year's. Just give me a call and we will be happy to talk to your friend. Where is she planning on going to college?"

 

"She's still trying to get all her financial aid papers in order, her mom's not a good record keeper, but she thinks she will be able to afford to go to Eastern Illinois."

 

After dinner we went back to Carolina's to change; there is only so long that I can wear any dress. I had been in contact with my photographer friend Cornelius and he wanted to see my recent work. I will never get used to having a driver but Carolina, who announced that she wanted to see him too, said the car would pick us up at her place. Rita and Jan came along too, Rita had changed into jeans and a t-shirt, but Jan (who had the air of someone who wore a suit a lot) remained in his nice blue suit.

 

Cornelius was, as always, looking fabulous; he often joked that he and Lisa made a wonderful pair because they both had long, white hair. He welcomed us all in to his loft like we were visiting royalty before sitting down to flip through my portfolio. He really liked the photos of Sam and Lisa riding the horses and, as he always did, he remarked that Lisa could be a model anytime she wanted to and that the same went for Carolina. He congratulated Rita on having her piece chosen for the student show and made a sly comment about how the alternate version (the one where we were naked) would have made quite the stir. Rita introduced him to Jan, and I noticed Cornelius raised an eyebrow.

 

"It's good to meet you, young man. Not to pry, but of course I cannot help myself, but did I hear you last name correctly?"

 

He answered very quietly, "Yes."

 

"Have you stayed in contact with your great-aunt?'

 

Now it was Jan's turn to blush, it was odd seeing it happen to a guy. He nodded, like this was something he did not like to talk about. What the hell was going on here?

 

Rita put a hand on his thigh, very close to his crotch; I had got the impression that he was growing uncomfortably hard. "Jan, is there something you need to tell me.?"

 

He swallowed hard and cleared his throat quietly, "I remember meeting Mr. Llewellyn when I was younger at a fancy party. I was probably just out of primary school and he arranged us all to get an official portrait. I doubt my great-aunt Beatrix even knows who I am to be most honest.

 

I had no idea what he was talking about; I looked over at Lisa and she shrugged, just as clueless as I was. I looked over at Rita and I could see the wheels in her head were turning.

 

Finally she spoke, "You mean your Great-aunt Beatrix is..."

 

Jan interrupted her, "Yes, she's the queen."

 

"Holy shit! My boyfriend is royalty!"

 

Jan laughed softly, "Hardly. I would be hard-pressed to describe how I am related to her; there is no danger of me becoming king of the Netherlands. I call her my great-aunt but truly I don't know what our exactly connection is, it's one of those things that gets buried in rambling European genealogies."

 

Now Jan's wonderful manners and his ease of moving in society made sense. This was really cool, this kind of skinny (though I had to admit fairly good-looking) guy was related to someone whose picture was on money.

 

Jan had an apartment near the university campus (his family definitely had money) and we dropped off him and Rita. Someday I would have to get Rita's take on sex with guys, I had a detached curiosity about the subject. We were dropped back at Carolina's place and here is where things took a sharp turn (in a fun way).

 

I sat on the couch and Lisa flumped down in my lap, arms around my neck. We figured Carolina knew we were gay, so we had nothing to hide.

 

"You girls want something to drink?" I learned later on that one reason her father sprung for a car service for Carolina was that she had quite the reputation as a party girl.

 

"You have any dark rum?" I figured it was worth asking, she seemed to have a well-stocked bar.

 

"Do you have madeira?" Lisa had developed a taste for fortified wines like sherry and port. Personally, I liked port better than madeira, but they were both tasty.

 

"I've got marsala, it's like Italian sherry."

 

"I'll take that."

 

Carolina poured herself what appeared to be something with vodka in it (never did develop a taste for that stuff). "So my sister has told me some stories about you girls and I'm intrigued. The last time you were here you were both still 17 and I didn't bring this up, it's what happens when your parents are lawyers. I've had several relationships with women, but I do prefer guys, especially ones who are trying to make points with my dad." Here she gave a little giggle. I could certainly see how Carolina could use her incredible sex appeal to get what she wanted, after all I had seen Rita do the same thing. "Any way, when I was helping Rita move into her apartment here I saw one of her Golden Girls wrestling tapes and since then I have used that tape as fingering material ever since. I know that you (here she looked at me) like wrestling naked, Rita gave me all the details, and I want to try it."

 

It was clear she was quite drunk but so was I and this was certainly something that I had thought about. I looked at Lisa and, by way of an answer, she had her shirt off and was unhooking her bra.

 

"Let's do it. What do you want to try? Wrestling, catfighting, sexfight? I'm not taking you on in a tit battle for the same reason I won't challenge Rita, I'm way out-gunned."

 

"Let's see who has the first orgasm."

 

And with that I got to have a sexfight with one of my best friends' big sister. Carolina only had a vague idea of what to do, I went easy on her, but she was wanting sex and she was throwing out lots of signals that she wanted it kind of rough. Carolina's nude body was much like I remembered from last year; she had big breasts, not as big as Rita's but very full and round and she had dark pink nipples. She had shaved her pussy (and everything else); Lisa had shaved my legs for me (I had been wearing a dress after all) but other than that I was full-on (as Lisa liked to put it) Sexy Lesbian Sasquatch. We both had our hair tied back but she went for my ponytail right away. I grabbed as her erect nipples, giving them a hard twist, which brought Carolina up onto her tip-toes. I was bigger than her (except in the chest) and about 3 inches taller. She let go of my hair and grabbed at my wet bush, pulling on my dark brown fur. We collapsed to the carpet and I get her in a leg scissors, squeezing her amazing naked body hard. I was able to reach around and get to her bald, and by now very wet, pussy and began rubbing furiously. That proved to be enough as it brought on several waves of orgasms ripping through her body. From there we arranged ourselves in a triangle to that each one of us got to eat some pussy while having her pussy eaten at the same time.

 

"Wow, now I know why my sister loves you girls so much. That was incredible! I'm going to go to bed while I can still walk, I'll see you girls in the morning. Carolina went into her room and, after some more pussy rubbing, Lisa and I went into the guest room. Between strong wine and good sex Lisa was asleep in minutes. I drifted off playing with her pussy.

 

For our entire relationship I have found it profoundly unfair that Lisa wakes up looking beautiful while I look like Larry from the Three Stooges; Lisa also seems to be immune to hangovers. I wake up looking like a total wreck and feeling like I've been licking the floor of a bus; she wakes up, shakes out her hair and then she is ready to meet the Pope. It's just not fair.

 

We took a nice long shower together, that always makes me feel more human. Carolina had a very fancy shower, one where you could actually take the sprayer and spray water wherever, for instance a nice warm flow of water on your clit. We used that to give a few more orgasms to each other.

 

We were waiting for the car, we were going to meet Rita and Jan for brunch (How very cosmopolitan!) and I decided, having gotten to taste Carolina's amazing pussy, to ask something I had wanted to know for a long time but had been afraid to ask.

 

"What's the deal with Katherine? How did she come to work for your family?"

 

Carolina smiled (her teeth were perfect), "Here's the short version of the story. When Dad married Jeanine they really wanted to have a baby. I was nine years old and I have to admit I kind of wanted a baby sister, I wasn't so excited about the possibility of a little brother. They were really happy when Rita was born, and I remember helping out by holding her, giving her a bottle, and even changing her diapers." She looked right at us now, "That's why the thought of wrestling with Rita never made it far."

 

I nodded, "It's the same with me and my sister. Lisa here has been a naughtier girl where Janet is concerned." Carolina raised an eyebrow but didn't say anything as Lisa blushed.

 

"Anyway, Rita was about seven years old, which meant I was in high school, when the daughter of a friend of Dad's was kidnapped. They got her back safe after paying the ransom, but Dad and Jeanine completely freaked out. Dad had guys watching the house, guys that I have no doubt were borrowed from The Outfit (that's the name for the Chicago Mob) and a pair of them took me to school every day and brought me home. I think they were less worried about me than they were about Rita because I could understand how serious this was. Anyway, Jeanine decided Rita needed a bodyguard, preferably one who could double as a nanny, and that's where Katherine comes in. She answered the ad and Dad was impressed with her, not just that she's big and dangerous looking, but that also she was very cool under pressure and she really cared about Rita. I imagine getting to go to her grandmother's restaurant for jerked chicken was a perk too. That's how Katherine came to live with us. After a few years she said she wanted to use her veteran's benefits to go to college; Dad helped her out and she went to Illinois-Chicago and got her degree in Communications. She did way better in college than I did, I am sure she got straight A's. When Jeanine insisted they move somewhere safer downstate Katherine moved with them, I was in college by then, and when Katherine asked, and she was really sheepish about this, Dad paid her law school tuition at the University of Illinois."

 

We were quiet, we had known Mr. Graff moved in some sketchy circles but never something like this. Lisa looked up, "Katherine really cares about Rita, doesn't she?"

 

"Oh yeah. I overheard Dad and some of his clients talking right before they moved downstate that some guy had been acting like he was going to abduct Rita. I heard the phone call, it was on the speaker phone, when old Mr. Accardo called the house to tell Dad he had the green light to do whatever he thought needed to be done. The next day Katherine cornered the guy near Rita's school and had the point of that katana of hers pressing right against his dick when the police arrived and, what a surprise, he had pissed himself. The police took him in, my dad called Mr. Accardo and thanked him. That guy vanished after his bail hearing and I'm guessing he's at the bottom of Lake Michigan to this day."

 

I told her about the story Mrs. Graff had told us about Katherine threatening to cut off an abusive husband's head and Caroline laughed softly.

 

"That's no bluff. One time when Erin came to visit her I saw Erin throw two cantaloupes in the air and Katherine cut them both in half before they hit the ground. She knows how to use that sword and use it well. I knew you girls were special when I heard her compliment you two, she rarely does that."

 

We nodded, we knew how tough she was, and Carolina agreed that it was good to see her and Erin happy together.

 

We took the afternoon train home. It was dark by the time we got to Joliet and we both enjoyed passing through little towns on the way and seeing the Christmas decorations twinkling in the snow; it was a scene worthy of the cheesiest of Hallmark movies.

 

At almost the end of the semester Clarissa called Lisa to see if we wanted to come with her and Shell for their last astronomy lab class. IWU had a decent telescope on campus and we could come look through it if we wanted to. Lisa was excited about this, so I said. I would come too. I had never looked through a telescope, the best I had ever done was to look at the Moon through Granddads binoculars he got in the navy. We waited in line patiently, holding each other tight because it was really cold. When it came my turn, I looked in the eyepiece and saw the planet Saturn. I could not muster anything to say, this was a totally new experience for me. Lisa made the ooooing and aaaahing noises for us and then the professor aimed the telescope and what he called the Horsehead Nebula.

 

The professor's face brightened when Lisa and I came to look. "Lisa! It's good to see you even if you aren't in my class." He was dressed to withstand several hours of December cold, but I could see he bore an amazing resemblance to the folk singer Burl Ives.

 

"Dr. Hirschhorn! I didn't know you taught astronomy,"

 

"We rotate it amongst the department members. This semester is my turn. What brings you here tonight my dear?"

 

Lisa introduced us all to Dr. Hirschhorn, explaining to us that he was in the church choir with her. Shell raised one immaculate eyebrow (like our friend Rita, Shell was always attentive to her makeup)

 

"You girls are full of surprises. Not many of us queer folks go to church."

 

Lisa smiled, "You just have to find the right one." Her smile was a very tight one which meant she was thinking Shell was getting judgmental about us and that's some dangerous territory to tread into. I was grateful when Dr. Hirschhorn broke the silence.

 

"Lisa is certainly one of the youngest members of the choir, we are a rather aging parish, and she works with the Children's Choir too."

 

Clarissa and Shell were both surprised by this revelation. "She's good with little kids," I added, "Her dance students at home absolutely loved her and many of them blame me for taking Miss Lisa away to college."

 

The nebula totally blew me away, an object so far away looking so clear; it really did look like the knight from a chess set. Lisa looked, and being the spiritual one, had the right thing to say. She quoted from Psalm 21, "For the heavens proclaim the glory of the Lord and their expanse the work of his hands," which brought a smile to Dr. Hirschhorn's round face. I was so moved by the sight I was just standing there, shaking a little (and not just from the cold). We stopped at a coffee shop near campus to get warm, I got my black Darjeeling tea, Lisa got some peppermint coffee drink with about a half pound of sugar in it.

 

The next night I went and picked up Lisa and brought her back to my dorm for dinner. She was such a familiar sight by now that the bored work-study students minding the door all assumed she lived with me. Tonight was the community sing-a-long of Handel's Messiah and Lisa was beyond excited by this. Lauren and Sam were coming with us, mostly to hear Lisa sing; Amber and Clarissa would meet us there since music and theater students were pretty much expected to go to this (the director was the dean of the school of fine arts).

 

When we arrived at the Civic Auditorium I saw a familiar head standing out in the crowd. "Dennis! Over here!" The crowd was mostly retirees and overwhelmingly white, so a big black guy really stood out.

 

Dennis came over, Owen in tow. Owen was really happy to see us, "Girls! It's good to see you, I was afraid I would be the only one here flying the pride flag. Owen sang with the Central Illinois Gay Men's Chorus, he had a really good voice (Lisa said he was a tenor) but I had never heard Dennis even sing karaoke.

 

I looked up at him, "You sing too big guy?"

 

He laughed, "Oh no! My grannie always said that when I sang in church I was a joyful noise. I'm here because Owen lives for events like this.

 

I liked Dennis. Like me, the love of his life was wildly talented; he and I were often times just along for the ride. Dennis worked as a personal trainer and as a home medical assistant. In amongst all that he also helped care for his grandmother and his great-aunt. He was an amazingly nice person, despite his imposing size (and he was one seriously big dude). He made me think of Katherine, and like her, I don't think I ever wanted to see him when he got really angry. Katherine had the style and restraint of a samurai, Dennis would be full-on Viking berserker.

 

I tried to sing along as best I could; I never learned to read music, Lisa would help me out by pointing at the words in the score when she realized that I was lost. It was in one of the early parts, "Comfort Ye My People" that I could hear Owen's voice ringing out with the tenors; he was really good, and Dennis was beaming. I had my arm around Lisa's waist when the sopranos sang "Unto Us a Child is Born." I had never really been exposed to classical music, other than Janet's concerts, this was all a wonderfully new experience for me.

 

Afterwards Owen invited us to their house. Owen was a programmer and web developer; he had been one of the earliest employees of Quantum Link, and later America Online, when he lived in the Bay area and in Virginia. When has was diagnosed with AIDS he decided to cash out his stock and lead as good a life as he had remaining to him. He had met Dennis in a clinic in Maryland and the rest, as they say, is history. Owen was very interested in mine and Lisa's coming out story, he agreed it was a scene right from a movie. His own story was less happy. He grew up in Cody, Wyoming in a pioneer Mormon family. He stayed deep in the closest until he finished college at the University of Wyoming. He had not spoken to any of his family from the day he announced that he was gay, though he did say he had sort of reconciled with one of his brothers and a few cousins. As far as his parents were concerned he was dead. Lisa and I were holding hands tightly as he told his story; by now we had heard enough coming out stories to know how lucky we were to have families that loved us (even if they didn't always understand us).

 

It had started to snow while we were with Owen and Dennis. I took Sam and Lauren home, but Lisa wanted to walk in the snow. We walked around the central quadrangle of the campus and I took her to see a new installation from one of the upper-division students. The quad was lit with old-school gas lamps (they now used electricity) and there in the light of one of the lamps was a bronze statue of a little girl in a fur coat entitled "Waiting for Mr. Tumnus." Lisa had read the Narnia books back in junior high school; I had read them much later. We stood there in a yellow pool of light, I was holding Lisa tight from behind and there were tears streaming down her face.

 

"My mom loves The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, we have to show this to her someday."

 

"We will sweetie. We also have to go see the exhibition in the campus art gallery too; the same artist who did this also did a painting called "Father Christmas Comes to Narnia," it made me cry, it's that moving.

 

Lisa pulled me off into the shadow of a fir tree and stuck her hand down my jeans to rub my pussy. I did the same and we stood there in the cold December air, snow falling on us, fingering each other to very nice orgasms. After some deep, sloppy kissing I took her home.

 

The next night I loaded my camera up with black and white film and I drove over to collect Lisa. Amber agreed to be our photographer and I had decided to give Lisa's mom a photo of the two of us with the statue. It was another quiet night with big, fat snowflakes falling. Amber was usually the energetic, bubbly sort but she definitely picked up and the gravity of this moment and she agreed that this would be a great gift. She was disappointed that she couldn't take a photo with us flashing out tits; the film would be developed at Target and I didn't want images like that getting out there.

 

We went back to their room and we thanked Amber by pulling off her jeans and pushing her down in her chair where we then took turns licking her lovely, dark pussy. Two tongues on her pussy at once pushed her over the edge in short order. She then had Lisa lay on top of me on the bed, Lisa's bush on mine, so that she could lick both our pussys, and our buttholes, in one long stroke. Lisa kept me pinned down to the bed so couldn't kick too much and she only squirted a little bit into Amber's face. Amber had finished her last final that afternoon, so she was headed back to Wisconsin the next day. I had an exam the next morning and Lisa had one that afternoon, so I headed back to room to get the stuff I would take home; mostly my stereo and my CD's, some books, and my clothes.

 

Our little convoy of two left in the afternoon. I once again gave Sam a ride; she was excited her dad had found her a car. She should have gotten one earlier in the fall but all the crap with her brother had derailed that. Sam thought our CB communications were geekishly sweet, she decided her call sign would be "Horse Girl." I had taken her enough times to catch the train that this time we left early enough to introduce her to some Cajun food on the way. She found Mrs. Fontenot a bit overwhelming and she could not help but laugh a little when I was again referred to as Le petite fille Cajun perdue (The Little Lost Cajun Girl). Mrs. Fontenot was overjoyed when I told her that in the fall, to fulfill my language requirement, I would be taking French. Lisa and I promised to come for the Epiphany feast in January before school started again.

 

 

So that's how my first semester of college went. Weirdly I had less sex in college than I did in high school but it was nice to not have to hide it. I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to the Nifty archive (https://donate.nifty.org)