Part 9 -- Back to School

 

It was early January when we made the 50-mile drive to Peoria to see the wrestling show at the civic center. I'm not the overly excitable sort but I was practically bouncing around everywhere and relentlessly masturbating. I was finally going to meet the woman I had lusted after since I was in the 6^th grade, Wendi Richter. Lisa was, of course, coming with me as was Clarissa and Clarissa was bringing her friend Terri. It promised to be a fun time; the show was on Friday night; Terri was from a town midway between Peoria and school and her dad was at a conference in Dayton, Ohio and her mom had gone along so we had the house to ourselves all weekend.

 

We arrived early enough to get in the crowd for photos and autographs. Clarissa knew the backstory on pretty much all the wrestlers, but I was single-minded in my goal; I wanted to get a photo with Wendi Richter. Clarissa had been to events like this before and she told us all about how it was important that the wrestlers not break character, she called it kayfabe, and how they had to stick to their storylines but that they were also real people.

 

"As much as you will want to Cindy, you cannot grab her ass. I mean, how would you feel if some random person grabbed yours?"

 

"Depends, is she cute?" That earned me a smack on my butt from Lisa.

 

"Baby, behave! You'll get all the pussy you want later."

 

"Yes Miss Lisa." Lisa and I had brought all our toys for this weekend so that the four of us could really have some fun.

 

We finally got to the front of the line and there she was; I was surprised that she was a little shorter than me, about Lisa's height, but she was (no surprise) quite solidly built with amazing boobs and an even more amazing ass. I found myself barely able to speak, I barely managed to squeak out of "Hi!"

 

Lisa saved me, "Ms Richter, this is Cindy and she has been a fan of yours since she was in the 6^th grade and now she has lost the capacity to talk like a big girl."

 

When she smiled at me I was sure that everyone could see the growing wet spot on my jeans as I practically climaxed right then and there. I finally managed a "It is so cool to meet you!" and that got me another pussy-melting smile. I sheepishly handed her the promo photo that I had paid $5 for and she signed it, "For Cindy, a true fan. All my love, Wendi." To say I swooned like some character in a dippy romance novel would have done the event faint justice. Clarissa got some photos, I figured that when Wendi put her arm around my waist (sadly she did not pat my butt) I could do the same; then there was a photo with me, her and Lisa and then one with all four of us. The whole interaction took maybe three minutes but by now time had lost all meaning for me.

 

I was on the verge of breaking Lisa's fingers from holding her hand so tight, as she reminded me several times. Our seats were way up in the cheap section and I wished I had brought Granddad's binoculars. I really only cared about Wendi's match and Lisa really didn't have much investment in any of this, other than the promise of very energetic sex later. Clarissa and Terri, being true wrestling fans, excitedly explained the strategies and what was going on, but I barely listened. They did talk about the muscles on the guys and pointed out how several of them had rather obvious erections. I didn't care.

 

Alundra Blayze was back to her ring name of Madusa now that she was in one of the independent promotions (Clarissa explained this to me in considerable detail) and she was a seriously beautiful woman in her own right and I would have given away any number of appendages to see these two beauties fight nude. When Wendi pinned her, and they were tit to tit I did orgasm and it was a real battle to restrain my usual kicking and moaning. I left the Civic Center with soaking wet panties, which were kind of uncomfortable in the January cold.

 

It would be accurate to say the four of us were in a sexual frenzy by the time we got to Terri's house. Clothes were being shed before the front door was closed all the way; and while we talked about wrestling and sexfighting, the evening became a wild lesbian foursome. We had both Hitachi's, our purple dildo, the little whip, and some ropes but we didn't start out with them. Lisa had Clarissa on her knees, grabbing her red hair and pressing Clarissa's face tightly to her pussy. I had Terri down on her back, thick legs spread wide, slurping at her wet pussy and fingering her butthole at the same time. Terri and Clarissa both fucked Lisa and I with their big puffy nipples, they drove me wild by slapping their floppy tits hard against my clit. Me and Lisa took turns using the whip on our friends' ample, round bottoms.

 

We were laying in a happy, exhausted, naked heap when Terri got up. "Come with me girls, I think you'll like this." She led us out to what looked to have been a back porch but that was now enclosed with sliding glass panels. The room was heated, sort of, but it was pretty chilly (we all had nice, hard nipples). I was very excited to see what looked to be a small pool in the room.

 

"Mom was in a pretty bad car wreck when I was in junior high and Dad had this built so that she could do a lot of her rehab here at home. The water is nice and warm, and I can turn on the pump so there's a current that keeps it moving." She flipped some switches on the wall and jumped in; we all followed, we were getting cold.

 

There are few things I enjoy more than being naked in the water and I truly love sex in the water. It took no time at all for Lisa and me to be holding each other tight, wet boobs mashed together with nipples rubbing, fingers deep inside each other. Lisa loved pool sex because I was less dangerous in the water, I couldn't kick as hard in the water. I could feel Lisa working her entire hand up into my pussy, relaxation from the warm water helps open things up, and soon she had me impaled on her fist. I grabbed her ponytail and pulled her head under the water and judging from her thrashing that made her climax once again. Clarissa turned out to be very good at hold her breath, she could stay under long enough to make all three of us orgasm from her underwater pussylicking. It was close to three in the morning when we got out of the pool and headed to various beds to get some sleep. Lisa, true to form, was asleep from almost the moment her head hit the pillow; it didn't take me much longer.

 

Lisa was still sleeping when I woke up. I went to the kitchen, knowing my sweetie would be wanting a pile of French toast. Going down the stairs I found Terri, also still naked.

 

"We never got to fight Cindy."

 

"You want to go now."

 

Terri rubbed her pussy with her fingers and then licked them off before lunging at me, driving her shoulder into me belly and sending me down onto my big ass. Sensing this was to be a real catfight I grabbed at her hair, yanking her head back and biting at her swaying tits. We rolled on the floor, kicking wildly and punching each other repeatedly in the belly, sides, and boobs. Terri did her best to drive her knee hard into my pussy but thankfully most of the force when into hitting my inner thigh (it still hurt). I finally got her in a chokehold on the floor with my legs locked around her soft belly. Once she submitted I sat on her face, facing her feet, so that she could lick my pussy and I could spank hers (she really liked that). Seeing Lisa on the couch I motioned her over so that I could lick her pussy while she stood over us (it was nice and wet already).

 

I fed everyone breakfast, sex makes Lisa ravenously hungry, and we cleaned up the house; it would not do for her parents to come home to a house that was in total disarray and also smelled of pussy. Getting dressed we got ready to head back to school but Terri had something she wanted to show us first. We drive north along the Illinois river, which was very scenic in the afternoon winter Sun. We made slow progress because I insisted on stopping for photos what seemed like every few hundred feet.

 

What Terri wanted to show us was at Starved Rock state park. None of the rest of us had ever been there, though I vaguely remembered the story of the place from history class sometime back in junior high school. What she was excited about were the bald eagles that nest along the river, occasionally swooping down to catch fish in the lake behind the dam. My friends were close to frozen when I was finally ready to go, having used up three rolls of film on magnificent birds and my three cute friends posed on a bench overlooking the river.

 

There had been great excitement back in the fall when it was announced that Cheryl Crow would be playing at the ISU auditorium in February. I had no idea who she was, Lisa had at least heard of her, but Dawn was excited to the point of making her big boobs bounce very nicely. Amber was also a fan, comparing her favorably to her idol Bruce Springsteen; and so we got tickets. Cheryl Crow's music was quite different from the hard rocking girls I liked but she was good, her songs did remind me a lot of Springsteen, and she was amazingly pretty. I do confess, Dear Readers, that from that day forward "Soak Up the Sun" became my standard summer cruising song, for both two and four wheels.

 

After the show Dawn practically dragged us back to her apartment because, as she said, "Dammit! I need pussy!" and she ate each one of us to orgasm while we kissed and played with each other's boobs. Being a good friend, Dawn remembered how much I love having a hard nipple on my clit and she made sure I had a dangerous orgasm as a result. I pretty much leapt on Lisa, pushing her down on her back so that I could grind my pussy against her nipples when she, in the throes of a very juicy orgasm, screamed out "Fuck me Janet!" Lisa proved to us that you can orgasm and blush at the same time, as she did both epically.

 

I got a phone call from Rita in early February, she wanted to talk to me and Lisa at the same time, so I went over to Lisa's room since her phone was fancier than mine and let you do speaker phone calls.

 

"OK Rita, we're both here and we are dying to know what the big secret is."

 

Lisa couldn't help herself, "Are you pregnant?"

 

Rita laughed, "No Lisa, I am not pregnant. Nor am I getting married and I also do not have some fatal disease. What I wanted to tell you was that Jan wants me to come with him for Spring Break and I want you two to come along too."

 

I looked at Lisa as raised an eyebrow, very Spock-like, "We think he's a nice guy, but we don't want to fuck him. You we would be happy to fuck of course."

 

Rita laughed again, "You two dirty minded lesbians! It's not like that at all, he wants to spend the week at a vacation house that his parents, along with some other people they know, own. None of them are using it that week so his folks said he could use it."

 

Now I was intrigued. We all had a lot of fun at the house we stayed at in Michigan and, while I assumed we could not be naked all the time, I had inherited my Granddad's love of travel. I assumed this house would be someplace like Florida or maybe Texas. Part of me hoped it was Louisiana, I would love to try real Cajun food. "So where is this place?"

 

"Sint Maarten, it's a Dutch island in the Caribbean."

 

Lisa and I looked at each other, mouths agape. Lisa regained her composure first.

 

"You mean a real tropical island with palm trees and beaches and the whole thing, like on TV?"

 

"Yeah."

 

"Holy shit! How much money does his family have?"

 

Rita's giggle was a little nervous, "Let's just say, a lot. They are major players in the shipping industry and their history goes all the way back to Nineteen Gentlemen of the West India Company. Here's the catch; the plane tickets are about $500 apiece. He's happy for you two to come along, but you have to pay your own way. Once we get there everything is covered."

 

We looked at each other for a brief moment then Lisa spoke, "Of course we want to go; but we're going to have to talk to our folks."

 

"Of course. Decide soon, if you're going you need a passport and that takes time to process."

 

We promptly walked over to the library to find an atlas. It took several minutes, poring over the big copy of the National Geographic Atlas of the World to find Sint Maarten (it's not a big island) but we did.

 

Hey," Lisa pointed out, "Half the island is French territory. You might be able to find some more of that rum you love."

 

We read about the island together, quite excited to learn there were nude beaches there. I was ready to go now, but $500 was a lot of money.

 

"What do you think babe? You want to go to the heart of pirate country?"

 

Lisa's answer was to slide her hand in my jeans and start rubbing my pussys while she rubbed her boobs against mine. "You ready to swim naked in the ocean like a horny mermaid?" My answer was to start rubbing her pussy, right there in the library.

 

So I called home and talked to Mom and Dad. I had money saved up from the jobs I had worked on and, after some discussion, they agreed to help me out some. I felt like I had to call Granddad too, he had seen more of the world than any of the rest of my family after all. He was very excited for me, even though he had never been to either the Caribbean or to the Netherlands. He did recognize Jan's family name and he agreed that they were probably loaded, way wealthier than even Rita's family. He also said he'd send me $50 and he'd send Lisa some too, "You girls are a great couple and your grandmother would not forgive me if I didn't help a little." I could hear his voice cracking when he talked about my grandmother, it was all I could do to not start crying. My grandmother had died shortly before I was born so all I knew of her were the stories Dad, Granddad, and Rob told me. By all accounts she was a formidable woman; I knew she had loved the theater, and Dad had told me stories about how she would stand up for Aunt Carla when people were mean to her. I was pretty sure she had figured out Carla was probably gay; it made me think she would have liked Lisa and that made it hard for me to not start crying.

 

That weekend we went home so that we could pick up our birth certificates and go apply for passports. We got our photos taken at a copy shop in town and then went to the post office to fill out the forms. It was all quite exciting.

 

Our friends were very jealous of us, especially Charlotte and Ellie. They tried to get back at us by teasing that we wanted to share Jan's cock with Rita; that crack earned them both a good spanking. Steph had been to Sint Maarten once and showed us some photos; I was ready to go right then and there. It was cold, cloudy, and wet in Illinois; some place where the Sun was shining down brightly on an impossibly blue sea seemed a world away.

 

It was a quick weekend trip so there wasn't a lot of sex time. I did get the chance to finger Steph to a nice orgasm and Lisa surprised Ellie at the dance studio and they spent some time in a nice 69. Ellie made us promise to come back for prom. She said she had big plans and she wanted us to be there; we promised her we would come back for that.

 

Dawn was very excited that we were going with her to WindyCon, a science fiction convention in Chicago (OK, Schaumburg). Neither of us had even been before but Dawn and her now quite-serious girlfriend Nia promised to guide us through. We were told there would be a costume ball and that we needed to put some thought it to those. Lisa put in very little thought, she was going with Galadriel. I went with a sort of space pirate look, Dawn helped me find a bra that really pushed my boobs up.

 

We had been warned this would be an event that was easily 80% desperate males and the warnings were not far off. Lisa was used to having guys drool over her, but it was a new thing for me. Dawn, with her amazing boobs, got a lot of attention and so did Nia. Her mom was from the Philippines and she had this amazing brown skin and very nice boobs. Dawn felt it important that we stick together, she was concerned about us country mice. The entire experience was lots of fun, I saw movies I had never seen before, my favorite was Battle Beyond the Stars, I saw guys openly weeping during the scene in Star Trek: The Motion Picture when the Enterprise sails out and I wept along with them during Kirk's funeral speech for Spock ("Of all the souls I have met in my travels his was the most {long pause} human."

 

Lisa and I could not get beer in the hospitality room but, being girls (or as Nia put it, we were warm and concave) we could get guys to do anything for us. I figured this was kind of what it would be like to be Janet or Rita. I did have one guy come on too strong and he put his hand on my butt, twice. The second time I spun around and grabbed him by the throat, Darth Vader style, which had the bonus of reminding him that I was taller than he was. I looked him square in the eye and growled my best "Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam," Klingon for "It is a good day to die" in the same way I hoped Katherine would say it. Security was there quickly and, after hearing the story, he got a gruff "Stop being an ass" from a very large, almost Dennis-sized, guy with a sword.

 

The masquerade ball was Lisa's moment. She was not the only elf-queen, but she was the only elf-queen with long, white hair and the grace and self-confidence that comes from years of dance classes; I was definitely her lumpy retainer for the night. She had met a guy in one of the Tolkien sessions and he was fascinated by her theory of how Aragorn's love for Arwen was a major driver in the arc of the story; that or he just wanted to fuck Lisa. She had made it plain, in the politest of ways, that while he seemed a decent fellow he, sexually speaking, was barking up the wrong tree with her. At first, he seemed to accept this but at the dance he made two massive mistakes; I mean these were getting in to a ground war in Asia levels of blunders. The first was to make a sarcastic, rude comment about lesbians and the other was to rather forcefully grab her arm when she left to come talk with me and Dawn.

 

"OK Ryan; I am going to stay calm here because up until now you have behaved decently enough , but if you do not let go of me right now I will proceed to beat you like a rented mule and then I will give what if left of you to Cindy so that she can render you down into your component particles. I am clear here?" She never raised her voice, but she had clearly learned how to project that calm, dangerous demeanor that Katherine used so well.

 

"I..but..I didn't mean anything by it," he stammered; now realizing that he had two good sized, angry women keeping him against the wall.

 

"That's why you are still breathing. Now go away before this situation dissolves into a haiku of violence" (she had learned that expression from Erin).

 

Lisa was quite surprised when we got applause from the other women around us. She did her best elf-queen bow, showing over her wonderful tits in the process, and after straightening up kissed me like she needed to suck my tongue right out of my mouth. I took the hint, grabbed her by the hand, and hustled back to our room.

 

Dawn and Nia were already there with Nia's black hair splayed out over Dawn's legs as Nia was loudly eating her pussy. I got out of my pirate costume and knelt behind Nia, rubbing my hard nipple on her dark brown pussy; Lisa slid under me, so she could eat my pussy from underneath.

 

We switched around and we all went to work on Lisa, being honored to fuck a real elf-queen (that made her giggle). Three tongues on her pussy had the expected result as she went through a shuddering, moaning orgasm that involved her actually spraying some of her juices on the ceiling. I got on top of Nia, rubbing my pale tits on her brown girls while we fingered each other. Dawn was rubbing her nipples on Lisa's wet pussy while Lisa pulled on Dawn's hair. Nia shared Lisa's choking fetish and Lisa was more than happy to wrap her long hair around Nia's neck while I was squeezing her tits between my legs. We considered all sleeping in one bed, but the need for actual sleep was real so we made use of the two beds.

 

 

The last weekend in February there were a series of Mardi Gras parties. Lisa's dorm floor had one, I made gumbo, and the QSA had one as well with our own little parade around the ballroom. Making use of Clarissa's kitchen I tried my hand at a King Cake; it wasn't as good as Mrs. Fontenot's, but I got no complaints. Our DJ had found a nice selection of Cajun music and I had a big bowl of Planter's punch that was mostly rum, so it was a good thing Lisa was driving. I made quite the spectacle of myself (and paid for it in the morning), randomly shouting "Laissez les bons temps rouler" and dancing energetically (and fairly spastically) with Lisa and pretty much every other girl there. When we got back to her room Amber was already asleep and I was asleep about the moment my head hit the pillow. It was fair payback for how quickly Lisa usually fell asleep.

 

It was early March when I received a note in my mailbox that I had something I had to sign for at the main desk. I was puzzled and so was Lauren, who was there checking her mail at the same time. Waiting for me at the front desk was a large overnight mail envelope; I signed for it and tore it open. Inside was a small blue book with a silver eagle on the front that read "Passport -- United States of America." I just stood there dumbstruck, somehow this made me feel like a real adult. Here in my hands was a document that proclaimed to one and all, in English, French, and Spanish, that I, Cynthia Manning, was a citizen of the United States. Lauren was happy for me, but she was not nearly as excited, she already had a passport. Sam was very impressed, she didn't know anyone who had ever left the US, except if they were in the military, and my upcoming trip to the tropics had her very excited (not excited enough to fuck me, sadly enough). Lisa called me that night, hers had arrived as well. Amber was quite jealous of us, especially when she heard about the nude beaches.

 

Jan had taken care of getting us plane tickets; the cheapest fare involved us flying to Toronto and then on to Sint Maarten the next morning. I was very excited at the idea of going to two different countries, though part of me wished we were going through Montreal. Rita told us he was a little surprised that his parents were willing to only pay for coach tickets for him and Rita; I guess he was used to flying first class. The way Rita described it he was very serious about her, serious to the point of talking about marriage. Rita had told him, and I could hear the influence of her mom and Katherine in this, that she was going to finish her undergraduate degree and her Master of Fine Arts before she would evert consider that. To me it spoke a lot to how serious he was about her that he would wait five years for her, at least.

 

I got a kind of thick envelope in the mail that was postmarked Cheyenne, Wyoming; so I knew it had to be from Honey. I met Lisa for dinner to share it with her; but that was almost a mistake. Her cousin, who she lived with and who she seemed to hint at she was fucking, worked as a stripper and so now did Honey. There were some Polaroids in the envelope that we hurriedly stuffed back inside once we saw they were very explicit photos of the two girls. Honey said she hope to be able to come visit us some summer and we liked that idea.

 

Jan and Rita made for an interesting couple. They did eventually get married and they had a little girl a few years later. They are still married and live mostly in Los Angeles. It was my grandfather who sparked my love of travel, something my mom never had, and to this day I, like Bilbo Baggins, have a need for adventures. I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and also please consider a donation to the Nifty Archive (https://donate.nifty.org)