Part 11: A New Day Dawns

 

It was weird going to school on Monday. Lisa and I maintained our discretion as before but inside we felt so free, knowing that our families now saw the real us. Gena and Rita regaled the Lesbian Mafia with the epic scene at the coffee shop and I think some of the girls were actually in awe of Lisa and me. Rita assured me that my dress would be ready by Saturday night and that both girls and guys would swoon when they saw me. Lisa and I talked a lot and while spending Friday night with Rita would be fun we decided we wanted some time with just us I announced to my parents on Wednesday that Lisa would be spending the night on Friday, so we could go Saturday morning to Rita's to get ready. My mom's only question was to ask what Lisa liked for breakfast. It was so weird!

 

I picked Lisa up on Friday and we went to Godfather's with Rita and her new sex-toy Simon. Rita had learned quite a bit from Gena about wrapping guys around her fingers and she was already expert at it. To us it was obvious that if Rita had taken off her jeans right there in the restaurant Simon would have devoured her pussy on the spot. It was so cute. Rita shared way too much information about her sex life, let us just say that once they closed the bedroom door they let their freak-flag fly. We went back to my house where Lisa chatted politely with my parents. Mom wanted to know all about her dress too, but Lisa was good at keeping a secret and assured my mom that she would love both out dresses. Then we went downstairs to my bedroom.

 

Things were different now. It didn't feel like we needed to be as frantic in our lovemaking out of fear of getting caught. We could take our time getting each other naked and we did. We took turns stripping the other, one piece of clothing at a time. Our t-shirts and bras came off first and I we spent a while just rubbing our hard nipples together. I ran my fingers over Lisa's tight belly and she equally enjoyed my softer middle. Then came the jeans and the panties. Now I got a little rougher, throwing her on my bed and getting on top, pressing my furry mound to hers. I worked my hips, rubbing my pussy on hers, feeling her muscles moving under me. As she began to climax I grabbed her neck, squeezing gently, and that put her right over the edge. She then flipped us over mashing her nude body against mine, biting at my tits (had to be careful not to leave visible bite marks). Lisa slid two fingers inside my pussy, pumping it slowly as she chewed my nipples. She kept taking me right to the edge of orgasm before pulling back several times (that evil sexy bitch!) before letting me go wild. She held on tight as my body thrashed on the bed, not even flinching as I kicked wildly under her.

 

We lay there for a while before going to a 69. We both seriously loved eating pussy and we loved licking each other's butts. My bedroom was filled with the sounds of two girls devouring each other's cunts and asses. This time we did climax at almost the same time. Lisa held on really tight, she liked feeling my struggle against her strong muscles.

 

"Yes baby! Squeeze me with those legs!" Her hard thighs were smashing my head while I was biting wildly at her firm ass, leaving lots of tooth marks. I crossed my ankles, so I could squeeze my baby's head too. We finally relaxed, each of us panting.

 

"Welcome home baby," I whispered in her ear, right before biting it.

 

"I love being here. I wonder if your parents and Janet heard us." Lisa giggled a little.

 

"I expect mom is wearing earplugs and Janet would be totally grossed out by the thought of her big sister having sex. Dad could sleep an orbital bombardment."

 

And so, we went to sleep, snuggled naked together. I woke up once feeling Lisa sucking on my tits; I gave her some vampire bites. We drifted back off to sleep after fingering each other to orgasms that were muffled by us kissing each other as we climaxed.

 

I woke Lisa up, so we could shower together. We tried to be fast since the rest of my family would want some hot water, but we were having a lot of fun boob fighting. We had learned this watching one of the video Gena had brought from the video store where she worked. All of us girls were sure that if we met actual adult lesbians someday they would laugh at our attempts to replicate sex that was scripted for guys watching it, but if we liked something we did it and we liked this. Finally, clean and dry we got dressed and went upstairs. Lisa was delighted that mom had made us French toast, it was one of her favorite things. I marveled at how far mom had come from not officially knowing Lisa and I were lovers to making French toast for me and my lesbian girlfriend in just one week. This world is wild at heart and weird on the top. (Love David Lynch!)

 

We left to go to Rita's later in the morning. Mom assured me she and my dad (and maybe Janet and Rob) would be there to see us in our dresses and get photos. After the stress of the last weekend it was good to see her so happy, even if it involved me wearing a dress. We had to get to Rita's early because we knew she would want to fuck us both before getting us ready and we were not wrong.

 

When we got there Katherine didn't even come to the door, she just welcomed us through the intercom and unlocked the door remotely. Not for the first time Lisa and I were a bit taken aback by the James Bond nature of Rita's house. We went up to Rita's room and she was sitting on the bed, already naked. We took the hint and stripped down.

 

Rita licked her lips. "I want to wrestle Lisa." Lisa gave a look that I could only describe as predatory, I had seen that look a few times before and it always meant I was going to be fucked within an inch of my life. Rita also produced a strange looking object that looked like a plastic cock attached to an elaborate hook. She looked over at me, "Cindy, you get to use this on the loser."

 

"What the hell is it?"

 

"It's a dildo. Simon likes me to fuck him in the butt with it." Now it was our turn to look utterly surprised. I had so many questions, some of which I was not sure if I wanted to know the answers to.

 

"So Simon is bi also?" I asked.

 

"Oh yeah, he and Brian were fucking before Brian ever met Rita."

 

Wow. I did not see that one coming.

 

"Some day we want you two to join us." I wasn't sure about this, but I noticed Lisa was energetically rubbing her pussy, so she was definitely interested."

 

"Maybe someday. So how does this thing work?" Rita took the odd-looking dildo and slid the hook end up inside my pussy. I had to hold on to her shoulders because my knees went weak; I had never had my pussy filled like this.

 

"Whoever submits gets fucked in the pussy and in the butt. The winner gets to eat Cindy's pussy." The second part seemed pretty good to me though I was uncertain about the first part. Seeing how excited Lisa was about this I decided to act the part of the Mean Girl.

 

"OK girls let's see which of you sluts deserves to taste my pussy! Fight!"

 

They lunged at each other. Rita had quite a few pounds on Lisa and she had a definite mean streak, but Lisa has those hard dancer muscles and lots of practice with me and lots of time watching wrestling tapes as the two of us masturbated. Rita also had a lot more tit to grab. Wrestling with me had given Lisa a love of sexual cruelty and she went right for Rita's puffy nipples, pinching them between her thumb and forefinger and twisting while also pulling up to use her height. Rita danced on her toes, squealing in both pain and pleasure. Rita did grab at Lisa's white bush but that only lasted until Lisa got one long leg behind her, sending Rita to the floor. Lisa quickly grabbed Rita's brown hair and pulled her naked body between those long, deadly legs. She applied a scissors right on Rita's chest, smashing her proud tits flat. Rita writhed and pushed at Lisa's legs, even managing to sink her teeth into Lisa's hard thigh but Lisa was smashing Rita's proud tits flat. Rita slapped the floor to signal her submission. Lisa release her and playfully ran her finger through Rita's pussy slit before licking her fingers with a truly wicked smile.

 

Rita got on her hands and knees, facing the mirror on her closet door (she liked watching herself get fucked). Lisa helped me put some lube on the dildo, almost getting me too wet to keep it in my cunt, and I went to work. I grabbed Rita's hair, wrapping it around my wrist, and slowly pushed the pink plastic cock into her quivering pussy. I worked my hips faster and faster, like I had seen in the movies. It was an interesting sensation on my end, not unpleasant by any means, but not the pinnacle of sexual pleasure. However, looking over at Lisa and seeing how enthusiastically she was fingering herself I knew we would need one of these toys for ourselves.

 

I could sense Rita was close to climax, so I pulled the dildo out and applied some more lube to it before pushing it into her dark brown butthole. Looking in the mirror I could see Rita's eyes going wide and her fingers digging in to the carpet. She was really moaning and her eyes were rolled back. Lisa had worked herself into a frenzy. She lay down on the floor and spread her legs wide to expose her white bush and her pink, swollen clit.

 

She grabbed Rita's hair and pulled her face into her pussy, "Get in there you fat-titted whore! Get in there and eat my beautiful cunt!" Wow, Lisa was on fire. I made a mental note to talk to her about this, my baby had gone totally Mean Girl and I wanted more!

 

Rita's moans were muffled by Lisa's pussy, her "OOOOOOOO" went (I swear it's true) right out of the range of human hearing, and then she exploded. She squirted a massive volume into Rita's face, leaving a noticeable wet spot on the floor. Rita's orgasm almost pulled the dildo from my pussy as her anus locked on to the plastic cock.

 

Lisa got to her knees and shoved Rita out of the way, "That pussy is mine bitch!" I gripped her white hair, the dye from the summer had completely faded by now, and she went to slurping on my pussy. She actually sucked hard enough on my clit that I almost came right then but her tongue was lashing my pussy and she had worked two fingers in my butt. I was just barely aware of Rita on her hands and knees eating Lisa from behind. I was only able to hold on for a few minutes before I climaxed, reaching down to get my hands around Lisa's neck because I knew how much she loved that. In the throes of pleasure I am pretty sure I kicked Rita in the face too.

 

We had to take a shower because we were all soaked in pussy juice, mostly Lisa's, and we had reached the stage where it actually hurt to wash our vaginas. We put on underwear and Rita went to work on Lisa's hair. I saw the photo Rita was using as a guide for Lisa's hair; it was Diana at her wedding with her blonde hair feathered back. Dammit, those girls were determined to have me dripping all over the dance floor from Lisa's sheer damn beauty. Lisa's hair and makeup took about half an hour and then it was my turn.

 

It was weird, sitting there in front of this huge bathroom mirror with someone else messing with my hair. Not that I ever did much with it, I tended to just tie it back in a ponytail and go from there. Rita couldn't do much with it; it's wild and curly at its best and it was not cooperative today, but she got it calmed enough that it sort of flowed down over my shoulders, more wavy than curly. I had to admit it looked good and Lisa gave me a little kiss and a whisper of "You look beautiful baby."

 

I have never really worn makeup. Really. I never saw the point. Rita told me she wouldn't put on too much because it would feel unnatural to me. It took her a while but even I had to admit she did a good job. Rita announced that the only reason she wasn't fucking me again right now was that her pussy was too sore. Lisa gave Rita a look, one that that may well have been serious, I couldn't tell, and let her know that I belonged to her and for the rest of tonight other girls better not even look at me.

 

I watched Lisa put on her dress. She had obviously bought some new underwear for the occasion because her beauty was now rupturing space and time. Rita had altered her dress a little, adding bright blue accents to it. I was ecstatic to see Lisa wearing white Chuck Taylor's (with blue laces). It was settled in my mind, I would kick Diana and Wendi both out of bed for this gorgeous girl!

 

My dress was in some ways a mirror image of Lisa's. It had started bright blue and Rita had added white and silver accents to it. I looked at myself in the mirror and I openly wondered where the butch biker girl wanna-be had gone. I had on my blue high tops with white laces, to mirror Lisa. I had never been much of one for jewelry but for tonight I was wearing one of the few pieces I had. It was quite plain, an old silver coin on a leather thong. Not even Lisa had ever seen me wear it.

 

"What's that baby?"

 

"My grandfather got it in Manila when he was in the Navy in the fifties. He had three days shore leave before the ship sailed for Korea and he bought in the market there. It's a Spanish Eight Reals minted in Mexico City in 1735."

 

Rita chimed in excitedly, "You mean like the `Pieces of Eight' in Treasure Island?"

 

"Exactly. They were also known as Spanish milled dollars"

 

"So, my girlfriend has been a Pirate Queen all along?" There was that predatory smile in Lisa's face again. Dear god, what kind of sexual animal had I awakened here?

 

"I guess that makes you the Pirate Queen's favorite wench."

 

"I like that." Lisa looked utterly ravenous now. I might not survive our next night together.

 

Rita's dress was dark red, and quite tight; she had done her own hair and make-up, she was that good at it. It was cut to show off her massive breasts and her tits quite literally spilling out of it; you could clearly see her hard nipples poking through. Simon was going to love it, if he survived the night. Rita was a going for the total succubus effect.

 

We went downstairs where Katherine and Rita's parents were waiting. They of course gushed over Rita, what mom and dad wouldn't, but Lisa stole the show. I only then noticed a tall woman, almost as tall as Katherine, sitting on one of the kitchen stools. It was Rita's half-sister Carolina; she was one of those women who would look amazing wearing a garbage bag in a thunderstorm. She had this huge mane of glossy, straight black hair and some impressive breasts too. She came over and gave Rita a hug and took our hands (Lisa and I were holding hands, so she took the free ones).

 

"Rita, you are amazing. I can tell Cindy is not used to all this but let me tell you girl, you look good." She turned to Lisa, "You, my dear, look absolutely fucking amazing. Cindy, please don't take this the wrong way but your girlfriend is absolutely sex on two legs."

 

"Oh, I know." I am sure I was turning the color of a stop sign.

 

We went outside for photos. My entire family, including Rob, Cheri, and Janet were there, as were Lisa' parents and Simon. I was happy to see Annie had ridden the train down from Chicago, she gave us both big hugs and marveled that Lisa had gotten me in a dress.

 

"And I can get her out of it even faster," she said with a wicked smile. I blushed some more.

 

I think my dad used up at least two rolls of film; mentioning that my aunt Carla, his older sister, was going to love this. I've been told by family members that I remind them a lot of Carla when she was younger. One of the photos he took, which I kept in my locker, had us very chastely kissing with each of us kicking up one foot behind us like some movie from the 1950's and proudly showing off our sneakers. Mom was over the moon. I had not won a dress willingly since I was in elementary school despite her best efforts and I had never worn makeup. Janet even grudgingly admitted that I looked good and Rob's comment was how impressed he was that I had landed a beauty like Lisa. Cheri elbowed him in the ribs for that one.

 

Katherine pulled the Suburban around. She was dressed all in black and, quite frankly, looked flat out dangerous. This would not be a time for some asshole to mess with Rita and I think she would defend Lisa and I with the same level of skill. We had promised to go by the coffee shop, the record store, and the dance studio before we went to the Homecoming dance (fortunately they were all in walking distance of each other). When I thought about all the people who had been there for me when I came out it made me start to cry a little. Lisa took my face in her hands and made me look into her blue eyes.

 

"None of that sweetie. You'll spoil Rita's hard work." I nodded.

 

"You, your majesty." If my girlfriend was going to look like the future Queen of England she was going to be addressed accordingly.

 

We parked and Katherine got out to get the door so that we could make an entrance in true Rom-Com style. When we walked in, hand in hand, the store fell silent. This time not because of Lisa, they all knew she was beautiful, but because of me!

 

"Oh my god! You are a girl!" was the comment from Darryl (one of my close friends there). I just smiled. The whole staff gathered around us, they were our family too. Many photos were taken and the consensus was that it was our sneakers the sealed the deal establishing us as a real couple. Ray, the manager, insisted on taking our photo in front of the bulletin board, the one with all the concert posters. I noticed later he had posed us in front of the Joan Jett poster. That made me happy.

 

It was repeated in the coffee shop. Ben and Ron hugged us both, Ben once again complaining that us girls were determined to make an old queen like him cry all the damn time and crying made his face look blotchy. Ben laughed and kissed his on his bald spot. There weren't many customers in the shop that night but there were some older ladies, who could have been our grandmothers, sipping coffee. They happily fussed over us, telling us how pretty we both looked. We both blushed. More photos were taken that would be later displayed on the wall behind the counter

 

Finally, we walked down the street to our last stop, the dance studio, and this time all eyes were on Lisa. A lot of her beginning students were there, and they swarmed around her, many of them barely coming up past her waist, squealing happily at how pretty Miss Lisa looked. One girl didn't recognize me for a moment but then she tugged on my hand, motioning for me to bend down.

 

"You're Miss Lisa's girlfriend, aren't you?"

 

"Yeah, that's me."

 

"I think you are just as pretty as Miss Lisa, just in a different way."

 

"Thank you! That's very kind, even if you are stretching things a bit." The girl giggled. When we were back in the Suburban I told Lisa about that. Now it was her turn to hold back the tears.

 

"Now baby, none of that!"

 

We arrived at the school and got our photos taken again. The woman taking the photos seemed to quite happy that we were there as a couple and she made us go through all the standard couple poses instead of the "girls going as friends" ones. She really liked the sneakers and got one of with us pulling our dresses up to show them off. The dance was in the cafeteria and we did draw some stares when we walked in together holding hands. I'm sure some of those stares were from people, guys and girls, who were shocked that a couple of queer girls would sully this sacred American ritual. I think others were guys (and maybe a few girls) staring at Lisa and wondering how a shlub like me got a girl like her (I was right there with them on that one). We found our theater friends and happily stayed with them for the evening. Steph was there with a guy named Rhys who was in my physics class. I didn't really know him, but he seemed ok, but I wasn't sure if he was comfortable being at a dance with a girl 4 inches taller than him. Steph looked Lisa and over with eager eyes, and she also commented that I cleaned up quite nicely. I gave her hand a squeeze and thrilled (down girl!) when she squeezed it back.

 

Lisa, being on student council, had been part of the committee that decided the playlist for the night. Toward the very end she pulled me out onto the floor. "He's going to play one for us." She said with a wry smile.

 

No, it wasn't Bonnie Raitt. That, dear reader, comes later. It was a track from a CD I had found in the dollar bin at the store; it was one of the CD's that people play in the background when they are just hanging out, in this case it was a collection of vaguely Irish songs. Lisa had used one of these to teach me to dance better (I needed a lot of help); it was a piece in a 6/8 waltz time called "Keester McGee's Favorite Drinking Song." And so she swept me out onto the floor, leading of course, with me trying my level best not to step on her feet or fall down. When the song ended she took my face in both hands and kissed me properly. It wasn't a full-on coming out but it evoked cheers from the theater nerd corner of the cafeteria. I stepped back and curtsied (Cheri had shown me how to do this) in a manner befitting a future Queen.

 

The dance ended at 11 and we went back to Rita's. On our way out someone in a group standing waiting for their ride said, overly loudly, "I can't believe that those two fucking dykes came to our dance. Who the fuck do they think they are?" There was some rough, mean-spirited laughter and I was ready to turn around and go kick some ass, but Lisa grabbed my arm, hard.

 

"No baby! Not tonight! Let it go!"

 

It turned out I didn't have to do anything. The laughter ended when they saw Katherine coming at them with an expression that would have had sensible people wetting themselves. She stopped about three feet away from the group.

 

"Excuse me, does someone here have something to say about these two young women being here tonight?" She was in full warrior-woman mode. If she had growled out "Heghlu'meH QaQ jajvam" (Klingon for "Today is a good day to die") I would not have been at all surprised. Whichever one was the vocal asshole went silent; this silence was followed by some mumbles from the group and one squeaky "No ma'am".

 

"Good, I thought not. Have a pleasant evening." She turned toward up, a broad smile on her face. I think she really enjoyed putting bigots and assholes in their place.

 

I drove Lisa home. I had told my parents I would be home after the dance and I did not want to do anything to upset the understanding that existed regarding my sex life. I did walk Lisa to her door and kiss her goodnight. I heard some laughter on the other side of the door, clearly her parents thought this was very cute.

 

I got home and went down to my room. My parents were in bed, but I am sure they had stayed awake; I had shown once again I could be counted on to at least appear to be a good girl, even if I was in my heart an absolute lesbian freak. I carefully hung up my dress and went got into bed. I laid there for a while using the drawing Rita had made of Lisa and I nude to masturbate to. I was still kind of tender, but it was still wonderful.