We continue our story with our protagonist becoming more comfortable with her sexuality and broadening her horizons in general. Chicago is in many ways my hometown and I have very fond memories of walking downtown at Christmas time as well as the eponymous pizza. Like the best works of fiction this story is rooted in real events, but I have spiced things up to maintain reader interest and because I still enjoy casting myself in a romantic comedy. Enjoy!

 

Part 13 -- Headed for a New Year

 

In the last few days before Christmas break started Rita came to Lisa and me, very excited. The first Monday of break Katherine had to go to the law firm's office in Chicago to be there when Rita's dad finalized a contract for one of his clients. Rita was going to go along because she wanted to go to the Art Institute of Chicago and Gena was coming along with her so Rita wanted to know if Lisa and I would like to come along as well. It would involve catching the train to Chicago, The City of New Orleans, really early in the morning and then coming home that evening. My folks were cool with it, they figured Katherine would keep us out of trouble (I guess it depends on what kind of "trouble") and so Lisa and I would come along. I was really excited. I had been fascinated by trains since I was little, probably because granddad worked for the railroad, but I had never been on a long ride. This would be a new adventure.

 

We all met at Rita's Sunday night. Since we needed to actually get some sleep, we had to be at the station just before 5 am, there wasn't our usually sex-fighting party. It was just a foursome in the big bed in the pool house. Rita was always ready to fuck Lisa and I never got tired of Rita and Gena rubbing their hard nipples on my clit. Rita and Lisa were in a tight 69, loudly devouring each other. I could hear a little squeak from Lisa when Rita would get her tongue up inside her butthole. Gena did not have the choking fetish to the same degree that Lisa did but I was able to stretch her out with my legs around her hips and a chokehold from behind it sent her right over the edge. She worked my pussy thoroughly with her big boobs and she pushed me into a very enjoyable orgasm. There was a lot of rolling around and partner swapping but finally we paired off and went to sleep. I was happy as I could be curled up with Lisa, holding her tight and playing with her boobs.

 

Thankfully Rita's alarm clock woke us up in time to get showered, no real time for shower sex, and down to the kitchen without Katherine having to look in the bedroom to see four naked girls in a big pile. We ate our burritos on the way to the station and got on the train in the cold (damn it was cold!), pre-dawn morning darkness. Rita had ridden the train before, so she showed us where the observation car was as well as the snack bar and the bathrooms. I was quite content to sit there on the upper level of the observation car (I am sure granddad could have told me all about its history) watching the Illinois prairie zoom by, cuddled up next to Lisa. The fact that I could get some tea in the snack bar downstairs made it even nicer. We had the car to ourselves for a little while but when other passengers began to come in we had to stop kissing as much. I had brought my camera with me, so I did take photos of Lisa, my favorite subject, looking out the windows and some with her sitting between Rita and Gena (If you looked closely at those you could see she was squeezing their big boobs. Katherine spent the entire trip working on a large pile of legal papers. She made this trip often enough that many of the train crew knew her and greeted her as "Ms Nettleford"; she also knew many of the onboard staff by name. It was kind of like traveling with a movie star.

 

We pulled into Union Station in Chicago and the law firm's car was waiting outside the station. Us girls were dropped at the Art Institute and Katherine was taken on to the office which was in the Tribune building. I had never been to an art museum of any sort before so I followed Lisa, Gena, and Rita who knew a lot more about this stuff than I did. Rita wanted to see the special Monet exhibit, so we went there first. I was totally entranced by Monet's painting "Waterloo Bridge, Sunlight Effect." Lisa and I just sat there on the bench in front of it holding hands; that painting was one of the most amazing things I had ever seen. As the years have gone by we have gone to many art museums and I still love seeing Monet's work. Rita was looking at many of the paintings, making notes for some project she was thinking about. I would have been fine with her taking all day, I would have sat there on that bench with Lisa in perfect contentment. We walked around a little and I saw my first Van Gogh was well. Being with Rita especially reminded me about how sheltered my life had been and how much more there was to the world outside our little town.

 

Rita grabbed my free hand, "Is there something you want to see Cindy?"

 

I wasn't sure what to say, knowing pretty much nothing about art. "Do they have a photography section?" I thought that seeing really good photos might give me some inspiration. Rita knew just where to go, and I got the second shock of my day. I knew there were lots of artistic photographers out there, but I didn't know about any of them specifically. We walked into the photo section and the first two pictures I saw were both by Ansel Adams: "Moon Over Half Dome" and "Moonrise, Hernandez, New Mexico." I plopped down on the bench in front of them and just sat there, mouth agape, marveling. Rita and Lisa sat on either side of me, arms around me. I knew at that moment while I would never have this level of artistry, photography could be my creative outlet (and it still is to this day). Reading about how the photos were taken I was glad that I had brought my red and orange filters because now I was determined to use one of them to get some sort of dramatic image as we walked around the city.

 

We walked up Michigan Avenue and stopped at the big Marshal Field store on State Street. Back in the day the store was a tourist attraction in and of itself, but this was especially true at Christmas time. We went inside and took the elevator up to the offices, where once again everyone seemed to know Rita (I was jealous that she seemed to have some level of fame as well as massive tits). We got to say hello to her half-sister Carolina, who took us to the restaurant for some warm drinks (it was damn cold out). She and Rita chatted while Lisa, Gena, and I just looked around at the incredible Christmas displays, including the giant model train. Outside I got another photo of Lisa under one of the famous clocks with the wind blowing her hair back. Carolina took a photo of us kissing under the clock and one of all four of us girls.

 

Rita was going to call for the car to come get us but, bumpkin that I was, I wanted to ride on the elevated train (the El as it is known). Rita thought this was terribly cute and so here we were, four white small-town girls getting on the El north to Water Tower Place. Standing there in front of the old water tower that gives the mall its name the wind was getting stronger and I could visualize my perfect photo! I put the orange filter on the camera to make the sky darker and had Lisa stand there, facing into the wind. When just the right gust hit I got a shot of her against the old water tower building and a nice, dark sky with her white hair blowing behind her and the winter Sun shining through it. I resolved to get that printed as soon as we got home to give to her for Christmas. I also got a nice one of Rita and Gena hugging in front of the tower and one with a tight hug where their boobs were quite literally popping out.

 

We rode the El back south to the Tribune Tower and went up to the law firm's office. All the front office people knew Rita and were happy so see her. She told us on the trip home that she had been coming to the office since she was a baby, and, in fact, her mom's water had broken there in the office! She introduced Lisa and I to everyone, being quite specific that we were a couple. We sat in a waiting area until Rita's dad and Katherine got done with their legal stuff. As the group they were with was leaving the conference room I recognized a woman in the group and I grabbed Lisa's arm.

 

"Look babe! Do you know who that is?"

 

"Which one?"

 

"The hot blonde woman!"

 

"No. Who is she?"

 

"That's fucking Lita Ford! She was part of the Runaways with Joan Jett!" They were coming toward us and I took my chance.

 

I popped up, heedless that I was being a total fangirl. "Ms Ford, could I get a picture with you?"

 

Rita's dad chimed in, laughing softly, "Cindy here is a friend of my daughter. She's proven herself to be a resourceful young woman; even Katherine has been impressed by her."

 

I totally blushed.

 

"Well then Cindy, sounds like you are quite the rocker chick." Rita had my camera and got several photos of the two of us, some with Lisa and I with her and Katherine took some of the four of us.

 

"If you impressed Katherine her you have to be a bad ass Cindy. It was good to meet you." I almost orgasmed when she patted my butt and then Lita and her group swept out of the building.

 

"That was Lita fucking Ford!" I was holding Lisa's arms, bouncing up and down. She didn't quite understand why I was so excited, but she was very happy for me.

 

We went with Rita's dad and several other people from the law office to Lou Malnati's for some serious pizza. Chicago deep dish was not a new thing for me, there was a pizza place in Aurora near where my granddad lives; I stuffed myself with pizza, meaning I had two slices (readers from the Chicago area will know how filling two slices can be). The car took us back to Union Station and we were back on The City of New Orleans. It was cool listening to Gena's cassette player hearing Arlo Guthrie's song of the same name as the train went through the winter night. The lights in the coach were turned down so Lisa and I could cuddle up together and rub each other's boobs. We got back home about midnight and I went on home.

 

The Thursday before Christmas the coffee shop had a Christmas party with all holiday music for karaoke. I had found Lisa a copy of The Lord of the Rings hardbound into one volume with illustrations by Alan Lee (the same artist who had inspired her Galadriel dress, I owe him a lot). I also gave her a framed print of her at Water Tower Place with her hair blowing behind her. I had a framed print of her hanging upside down at the park to give to her mom because she had told me she really liked it.

 

Remembering how much I had liked his work at the Art Institute Lisa got me two of Ansel Adams' books, The Camera, and The Print. It was wonderful.

 

When the karaoke started Lisa sang several songs, some traditional and one surprise. She did a duet with a guy she knew from choir of a song by The Pogues, "Fairytale of New York." She put especially wicked energy into the line "You scumbag, you maggot, you cheap lousy faggot," drawing lots of applause and laughs because we knew what a sweet girl she is (they didn't know her like I did).

 

Lisa's eyes went wide when my name was called. I walked to the stage, trying hard not to shake from nerves. I had asked my German teacher for the words to "Silent Night" in German and that was to be my other Christmas present for Lisa; I was going to sing in public. It started out shaky, my voice tends to get squeaky when I am nervous, and my German pronunciation was far from perfect, but I made it through the first verse. I tried as best I could to make eye contact with Lisa as I sang. She was caught in a tight hug between Rita and Gena; I seriously hoped she did not start to cry because if she started there is no way I wouldn't join her. I finished (I only attempted the first verse) mumbled "Thank You" into the microphone and hustled off the stage. I made it about three steps when I was mauled by my girlfriend. She grabbed me around the waist and spun me around, my feet off the ground. I was so surprised I was not able to take time to appreciate how hard her nipples were.

 

Lisa put me down, hands still around my waist, "That was the greatest Christmas present ever! I love you so much baby!" Then the crying and kissing began. The kissing was sloppy, but the tears were the lady-like pretty girl tears.

 

When I finally came up for air I asked, "How was I?"

 

Lisa looked at me, smiling, "I love you Cindy and I will always support you, but I do not think singing should be your career choice." I had to laugh at that one, she was being so kind to me. We kissed some more before heading for home. We would be apart over Christmas, except for long phone calls where we would be eagerly fingering ourselves. We had a date set for the 27^th, we were going to Steph's house to show her some things.

 

Christmas at my house was uneventful. My parents got me a zoom lens for the camera and I blew a roll of film using it to try to get good photos of birds. That was going to take more practice. When the 27^th rolled around I picked up Lisa and we drove to Steph's house. She lived a few miles from town in what appeared to be a pretty big house, maybe as big as Rita's'.

 

We arrived, and Steph met us at the door. It was clear we were all thinking the same thing; she was wearing sweats and a t-shirt, Lisa and I had on jeans and t-shirts.

 

"Steph, this is Lisa." Lisa slid her arms around Steph's waist, head tilted up. Steph took the clue and kissed her hard.

 

She took us both by the hand and led us into a room with a big conversation pit-type sofa and the pool table. We all sat down.

 

"So Steph, you still want to see what it is like to be fucked by girls?" I was smiling, and Lisa looked ready to leap across and tear her clothes right there. Steph nodded.

 

"So, how many guys have you had sex with?" It was Lisa's time to be direct now.

 

"Three, plus two where I sucked their cocks."

 

"And how many orgasms?"

 

Here Steph blushed. "None, I had to masturbate later."

 

I looked over at Lisa. "Are there no guys in the god-forsaken place who know how to pleasure a woman?" Lisa giggled. "Well Steph, that ends here. Get those clothes off."

 

She stood up and stripped. I had been right, she wasn't wearing underwear. She had very small breasts and a light brown bush. Lisa and I once again demonstrated how fast we could get naked. Lisa lay back against the sofa and Steph leaned back against her so that Lisa could nuzzle her neck and play with her nipples. I spread her long legs apart and began, quite delicately, to lick her pussy. I ran my tongue over her cunt lips before sliding two fingers in her while now flicking her clit with my tongue. I was watching Steph's pretty face as I ate her pussy. Her eyes were wide and she was moaning louder and louder. After several minutes her eyes rolled back, and her long legs were quivering before, with several jerks of her naked body she climaxed.

 

She was breathing hard. "Wow! That was incredible; I've never felt anything like that before."

 

"You mean none of the guys you have been with ever licked your pussy."

 

"No."

 

Lisa and I locked eyes. "I wonder if it is just guys here or if none of them anywhere care about a woman's pleasure," Lisa wondered out loud.

 

I gave Steph's almost bald pussy another long lick. "See, us girls, we know what we need and how to take care of it. I slid my way up Steph's body, dragging my boobs across hers until my mouth reached hers and I pushed my tongue in over hers. "Ready for some more?" Steph nodded and Lisa pulled me off, slid between Steph's long legs and pressed their pussys together. I leaned back, rubbing myself as I watch them grind together; it didn't take long for Steph to figure out what to do. Fortunately for the furniture Lisa's orgasm was not a gusher, though there was plenty for me to lick clean from both girls.

 

Lisa and I sat on either side of Steph, letting her play with our nipples and pussys. Steph's boobs were quite small, but she had puffy nipples, kind of like Rita's.

 

"So sweetie, was this better than some guy?"

 

"It was definitely the best sex I have ever experienced. Do you girls want to use the hot tub?"

 

Lisa's face lit up, "You have a hot tub? Why are we just learning this now? Let's go!"

 

We walked out onto the back patio and quickly slid into the hot water, the cold certainly made for some hard nipples. We once again failed at three-way kissing, but we enjoyed the feeling of our wet bodies sliding over each other.

 

"So Steph, what would you like to do? Lisa and I are open to pretty much anything."

 

"Anything?"

 

"There's probably a few things we won't do but we haven't run into them yet."

 

"What do you two like?"

 

Lisa smiled her really horny smile. "I like it when Cindy chokes me and holds me under water." She looked at me, hungry, "Do it baby."

 

I glided through the water and got behind her, putting my arm around her so that her throat was in the crook of my elbow. I squeezed a little and then pushed her head under the water, counting down from thirty before bringing her back up. Lisa leapt at me, sinking her teeth into my left tit, her nails raking down my back.

 

Steph's mouth was hanging open. "Did you have another orgasm."

 

Lisa glided over through to water to her. Reaching down to grab her pussy she bit Steph's earlobe and whispered, "Yes I did."

 

"Oh wow." Her voice got really quiet, "Will you stick your finger in my butt while you are kissing me?"

 

Lisa needed no further encouragement. She reached around, pushing her finger up inside of Steph's ass, her tongue wrestling with Stephanie's. I just watched and fingered myself. I loved seeing Lisa be sexually aggressive. Steph grabbed onto Lisa, her fingers digging into the muscles of her back, which made Lisa even more aggressive. Soon there was water splashing everywhere with both girls climaxing. Steph even grabbed Lisa's throat which pushed her right over the edge.

 

Steph looked over at me, "Can I bite your boobs Cindy."

 

"Of course you can baby." I cupped my tits in my hands and offered them to Stephanie, who sank her teeth into the soft flesh, leaving my breasts covered in bite marks. By now we were all spent, and we just bobbed in the hot water, randomly kissing each other but having no energy for anything else.

 

"I definitely need to find a better class of guy. This was great, but I still enjoy the feeling of a cock filling up my pussy."

 

"We have friends who feel just like you do, and we still have lots of fun with them. You are always welcome to have one or both of us." I was playing with Lisa's white hair and she was playing with mine.

 

"I'd like that. Can we just keep this between us three?"

 

We both moved in to hug her. "Of course. At this point pretty much everyone knows Lisa and I are lesbians and we would be happy to have you for ourselves, but we are big girls, we can share you too."

 

"Do you want to put some clothes on and play some pool? I saw a sign at the youth center that there will be a pool tournament in January and I think Cindy and I would make a good team."

 

Lisa laughed, "Assuming of course you can retrain yourselves and not just start fucking on the table."

 

"That why we will have to fuck before we go play." I said with an evil smile.

 

For my birthday my parents got me a nice camera bag and Rob got me an Ansel Adams (who I now referred to as "The Master") calendar and Janet got me a boxed set of Philip Jose Farmer's Riverworld books. Obviously she had consulted with Lisa about that one. Part of me wondered what else my little sister and my girlfriend talked about. I didn't really have a birthday party because Lisa had told me we were going on another proper date the next night, where I would be wearing a dress, followed by lots of sex at her house. Mom was ecstatic about the dress, so I had to put it on for her. Lisa had helped me pick it out; it was dark purple, and I was going to wear my purple sneakers (she approved of this) with it. Mom was less excited about the sneakers. I did not discuss our sexual plans at all.

 

The next evening Lisa came to pick me up. She was wearing a black dress, not as tight as for our last date, and black sneakers. Our collective goal was to have a pair of high tops in every color available from Converse. I had been attempting to do something with my hair since Lisa had made it plain that I would not be wearing my baseball cap. I managed to tame it a little, but it was nothing like what Rita had managed to do with it. There was no makeup; that would only happen if I could get Rita (or Lisa) to put it on me. Mom and dad gushed over us; mom had hugged Lisa thanking her again for getting her tomboy daughter into another dress. Lisa was very gracious and did not mention that neither of us was wearing panties.

 

Lisa drove us this night. We were going to a small Italian place (I had been there before), it was very much the red and white checkered table cloth and candle in a chianti bottle sort of place. We waited to be seated, Lisa proudly holding my hand. The hostess was another student at the dance studio and was friends with Lisa.

 

"So this is the girlfriend I have heard so much about. I've seen you at the record store Cindy, you look very nice tonight." There were certainly days at the store where noticing I was a girl was difficult.

 

I mumbled a "Thank You" and was grateful that the dim lighting hid my blushing. I've never been good at accepting compliments.

 

She led us to a U-shaped booth next to the wall that allowed us to sit next to each other. We would often take advantage of me being a leftie which meant we could sit holding hands and still manage to eat. As soon as we slid in the booth I felt Lisa's hand going up my dress, her fingers sliding along my thigh.

 

"Be careful Lisa, you don't want me to kick the table over."

 

"We certainly wouldn't want me to have a nice gusher either." This brought on quiet giggling as we contemplated finger-fucking each other right there in a nice family-oriented Italian restaurant.

 

I was quite hungry when dinner arrived; I had spaghetti carbonara (Granddad lived in an Italian neighborhood, I like Italian food) and Lisa had chicken marsala.

 

"Got to make sure you have enough energy for what I have in mind for you tonight," she whispered in my ear, flicking her tongue in my ear too. That made me giggle.

 

After dinner we got up to walk out to Alcyone. I wanted to stop in the bathroom, but Lisa gave me a firm Mean Girl, "No!" We walked outside, and Lisa let me to the edge of the parking lot where it was really dark.

 

"Now Cindy, I want you to pull up your dress, squat down, and pee in the grass while I watch." I carefully pulled up my purple dress and squatted with my feet wide, so I didn't pee on my sneakers and let a stream of piss water the grass. For me the feeling of my bare skin, especially my pussy, exposed to the outside air is incredibly erotic. Lisa had her dress pulled up so I could see she had two fingers in her pussy. I stood back up and before I could get my dress back down she ran her fingers through my brown bush and had me lick my fingers while she licked them too. The we went back to her house.

 

Downstairs we carefully took our dresses and sneakers off and I took off my bra, Lisa had gone totally commando. Lisa sat on the edge of the bed and ordered me to lay face-down across her lap. She bent down and sank her teeth into my somewhat chubby butt, that almost made me cum right then and there. Then the spanking began. I squealed a little each time her hand slapped my white butt; 17 times she slapped my ass plus "one to grow on". When she allowed me to stand up I could see my butt in the mirror and it was almost an incandescent pink.

 

Lisa spread her legs wide and motioned me over. I crawled to her, licking my lips.

 

"May I eat my birthday pussy now Miss Lisa?" Talking to her like I was one of her little students always drove her into a sexual frenzy.

 

"Yes you may Cindy." The Mean Girl was dissipating, her voice was now dripping with desire.

 

I began with flicking her clit with the very tip of my tongue, then sliding my tongue around, tracing out her pussy lips, my face buried in her white bush. I would back off when I thought she was close to orgasm and then move back in. I was gripping her firm ass, savoring her delicious taste; her fingers were buried in my brown hair, keeping my face mashed into her pussy. When I finally let her orgasm, she let out her usual high-pitched squeal. We had prepared by putting towels on the bed and floor because I was going to make her gush and gush she did. My hair was soaked, and her warm juice was dripping from my hard nipples.

 

I pushed Lisa down on her back and pressed my tits to hers, my skin still nice and wet from her orgasm. I started slowly rubbing my pussy on hers. Our bellies mashed together. I went nice and slow, my goal being simultaneous orgasms. We still did not achieve that, but we were very, very close. We laid there for a while kissing and then I stood up, pulling Lisa up with me.

 

"I've got something to show you."

 

"What's that?"

 

Tonight was the big test of whether my working out with Gena had paid off. It had; I scooped Lisa up off her feet and held her there in front of me, one of my arms under knees and the other around her back. I knew I couldn't hold her long, but I managed to toss her back on the bed, flopping down beside her.

 

"I've been working out with Gena. I know you have always wanted me to be able to pick you up and now I can."

 

"Well baby, your next goal will be to pick me up while I'm facing you so I can bite you better. The next time we are with Gena I will have to thank her properly."

 

"You can watch us fight too. Things can get pretty rough before it all descends into a sweaty fuck-battle."

 

"Oh, now I must see this." Lisa was happy and that made me happy.

 

Another project in the downtown area revitalization plan was the reopening of the Galaxy Theater. It was one of those 1930's movie palaces, all art-deco, and frankly kind of gaudy, that had finally closed up in the mid-70's. Lisa saw the announcement of its reopening and came running into the store one evening waving the flyer.

 

"CINDY! We have to go to the movie tomorrow!"

 

I was confused. "Movie? What movie?"

 

Lisa was bouncing to the point I thought she might jump right out of her dance leotard (That would be yummy!) "The grand opening of the Galaxy! They're showing The Princess Bride."

 

OK, I got it now. I put down the CD's I was stocking and started jumping up and down too.

 

"As you wish!" I had never seen The Princess Bride on the big screen, so I was now quite excited by this. I was even more excited when Gena invited us to her house before the movie to "eat pizza". Perhaps "pizza" was a new code word for "pussy".

 

I picked up Lisa in the early afternoon, we would come back to my house after the movie, and we went to Gena's. Her parents were both at work, so she answered the door naked and we were stripping as soon as the door closed. Gena and I wasted no time, we lunged at each other; she grabbed at my hair and I grabbed at her beautiful E-cup (yeah, she was that big) tits. I sank my fingers into her big jugs, twisting, and she pulled hard on my ponytail. Once we were on the floor it was lots of rolling around as we each tried to get the other between our legs. I got some good punches into her tits and she got some good shots into my belly. We were also biting at each other as much as we could. I didn't manage to get her in a leg scissors, but I did finally manage to get behind her, my tits mashed into her back, with my legs around her and my heels against her calves to spread her thick legs wide and exposing her pink, wet cunt. I got my arm around her neck in chokehold and leaned back. From there it didn't take long for her to submit.

 

Gena led us to her parent's bathroom. It had a big deep tub, big enough for two, and clearly Gena wanted to get wet. I got in and she laid back against me so I would keep working her tits and biting at her neck. Lisa straddled us, frantically fingering her pussy. With a high-pitched shriek she exploded, spraying us both with what seemed to be gallons of her orgasm juice. I got up, being careful not to slip, and stood over Gena, pissing on her gorgeous naked body. Gena was writhing in the tub, rubbing her pussy and being a lovely submissive. We got in the shower to clean ourselves off though I first ate Lisa's pussy some more. Gena devoured mine as I lay on the floor of the big shower, getting her tit smashed by my heel in the process. Lisa left Gena's tits covered in red bite marks and she got Gena to climax again by working two fingers into her butt.

 

Once we were dry Gena laid us both down on her bed and methodically began fucking us with her hard nipples. Lisa liked this but not nearly much as I did. Lisa got up and lowered her pussy to my face, which I licked enthusiastically, and held onto my ankles, spreading my legs wide so Gena could really work my pussy with her tit, with the added benefit that when I had another grand-mal orgasm I wouldn't kick Gena in the face.

 

Totally worn out we headed to the theater. Brian met us there, totally aware that we had fucked his girlfriend into exhaustion. It didn't matter, we all knew when they went home after the movie Gena would fuck him to the point where his soul might well leave his body for a bit. Rita and Simon were there also, and I was happy to see Steph come and get a ticket.

 

"I've heard you girls talk about this movie so much I decided I needed to see it too." Lisa and I both gave her quick hugs and some secretive butt pats.

 

I was surprised to see Janet's friend Rhonda get dropped off by her dad. I knew she was an utter Star Wars fanatic, but I didn't know how far afield her nerdiness wandered. Rhonda was pretty short (maybe 5 feet tall) and she was always really pale, but she was quite cute. Part of me wondered if she was fucking my little sister but the image of Janet eating a girl out was just a bit too disturbing to last long.

 

The theater had originally been called The Central (supposedly after the Illinois Central railroad whose track were quite close by), but it had been renamed The Galaxy in the early 1960's during the early days of the space program. The new owners had put in lot of work (and money) into bringing it back to its sci-fi inspired glory (thing Fritz Lang's Metropolis) and they had done quite a good job. The seats were wider than the theater seats at the mall and they had truly excellent popcorn. Lisa and I both loved popcorn.

 

I was holding Lisa's hand tight the entire film, from the moment the theme "Storybook Love" started to the end as the rode off together. This film was, for me, the perfect love story. Casablanca came close (Ingrid Bergman was perfect beauty in that movie) but in the end Princess Bride topped them all. There had been times laying naked in the bed where Lisa and I would talk about being together forever, maybe even getting married, and we agreed our vows would include quotes from the movie. We would of course have to wrestle over who would get to say "This is true love. You think this happens every day?"

 

After the movie we adjourned to the coffee shop. Lisa and I were in our now pretty-much reserved spots on the Crying Couch, I was in the middle with Steph on one side of me and Lisa on the other. Rita and Gena were with their respective fuck-toys in two overstuffed chairs; Rhonda's dad had already picked her up and (as usual) Katherine was sitting against the wall on a stool. I continued to be the lone non-coffee drinker sipping on my Black Darjeeling tea; I had tried Earl Grey (to be more Picard-like) but I liked the taste of Darjeeling better.

 

We had seen posters announcing an all-night "Lock-In" party at the youth center for New Year's (got to keep those darn kids from drinking and fucking!). There would be a pool tournament (Steph and I were ready to be the Almost All-Lesbian team), dancing, and a "Fun Casino". I wasn't sure what that last one was, but I was game to try it out. We agreed to meet there at 8 on New Year's Eve; I had mentioned it to my parents and they were OK with it, so we were set.

 

Lisa and I once again made it downstairs to my room and before undressing each other. After our energetic fucking at Gena's we went much slower. I even put on my CD of the soundtrack of Princess Bride to set the mood. We started in a 69 on our sides, gently (we were still both pretty tender) licking each other's pussys and buttholes. After a bit Lisa rolled my on my back so she could rub her white bush on mine and we got even closer to simultaneous orgasms than we had previously. That was still our goal.

 

"So Steph talked to me while you were in the bathroom at the coffee shop."

 

"She wants more sex?" Lisa's eyes were bright in the dim light of my bedroom.

 

"Yes, but with just one of us. You have to admit that we are pretty ravenous when we both get really revved up."

 

"Well then you should take care of her. Just be sure to tell her next time it is my turn."

 

I kissed her for a long time. "You are such a perfect girlfriend."

 

"I am, and I will never let you forget it, even if you are the Dread Pirate Roberts."

 

"Do you want me to wear a mask?"

 

"No, but next time I will have something special for you to use on my butt."

 

Now I was excited, but I was also exhausted. When we woke up in the morning we were still boob to boob, holding each other tight. I took Lisa home and began to prepare for New Year's Eve.

 

Evidentially both mom and dad had gone to these "Lock-In" type events when they were young too. Mom's had always been church-related, and the goal even back then was to prevent those sinful teens from going out and drinking, doing them evil drugs, and listening to the Devil's rock music. The way my mom explained her experiences it sounded like another goal was to make sure young people picked partners from within the church circle rather than someone who was "of the world." It was kind of surreal hearing them talk about doing this back in the 1960's in an all wholesome Leave it to Beaver sort of environment.

 

I did not share with my parents that I had bought my own pool cue. It wasn't too fancy, it cost me something like $25 but if I was going to present myself as some sort of lesbian pool hustler I needed to look the part. Lisa and I had discussed at length what I should wear. Lisa was going to be my brain-meltingly sexy arm candy, so she went with the dress she wore when she introduced me to Chinese food. She was even going to wear heels, at least to start out. We had a duffel bag packed with our high tops, jeans, and clean panties (in case of messy orgasms). I was going to wear my black jeans and my Doc Martens, Lisa referred to them as my "Fuck Me Now!" boots, and a white Social Distortion t-shirt. To top off the ensemble we had found a black fedora at a thrift store for a dollar, so I was ready to go.

 

All this costuming meant that when I got to Steph's house to pick her up it took me longer to get naked. Steph really wanted to fuck again but she had told me that Lisa and I at the same time was kind of intimidating. We went downstairs, ostensibly to play some pool, and we stripped in the room her mom used for her sewing projects (she was a quilter) where there was an old loveseat. I laid back and let Steph just explore my body.

 

"Until that last time I had never seen another girl's pussy up close, just pictures in magazines."

 

"It's OK babe, we all have to learn somehow and maybe this is just my lesbian prejudice talking but guys don't seem to know shit about a girl's body."

 

I spread my legs wide, so she could see my pussy peeking out through my brown bush. I spread out my cunt lips so she could see my clit and inside my vagina.

 

"Now, give my clit a little flick with your tongue." I inhaled deeply when she did, Steph had a nice, long tongue.

 

"Good girl. Now work your way around my entire pussy."

 

Steph was a good learner, within a few minutes she brought me to orgasm. Unfortunately, I kicked her square in the boob when the climax came.

 

"I'm sorry Steph, I'm dangerous when I cum; Lisa has some bruises to prove it. Now it's my turn."

 

Steph spread her nice long legs wide and I went in slowly, running my tongue around the perimeter of her pussy, flicking her clit with the tip of my tongue. I slid two fingers in her, she was definitely too tight for three, and I sucked on her clit as I slid my fingers in and out slowly. Steph would start breathing shallowly and rapidly as her climax approached before giving two or three whole body jerks when she finally came. After licking her clean I sank my teeth into her inner thigh, impressed at how hard her muscles were.

 

We lay there on an old love seat, both feeling quite content. "Anything else you want to try sweetie?"

 

Steph blushed. "Can I suck your toes?"

 

"Sure." I moved to the end of the love seat and wiggled my toes for her. She started licking and sucking on them with a ferocity that was in sharp contrast of her sweet face. She worked over both feet, and while I didn't orgasm it did feel really nice.

 

We got dressed and played a few games, just to get in the zone, before leaving to pick up Lisa. Steph was dressed all in black, like some of the professional women players I had seen photos of. She wasn't going for the sex-bomb look but she did look damn good. Lisa was waiting with her duffel bag wearing her amazingly sexy blue dress; she even had a 1950's style blue hat to match. I had long ago realized that I was never going to be as fashionable as Lisa and I was content in the role of sexy butch shlub.

 

We walked into the center, making quite an impression on the few people that noticed us, I think they were mostly looking at Lisa's legs. We signed up for the partners tournament, noticing that we were the only girls on the list. Apart from looking sexy Lisa's job was to play the appropriate music on the jukebox. Steph was good at pool no matter what, but I need to the right music to get my in the right head space, primarily songs from Joan Jett and George Thorogood. We got ready for our first game; it was against two guys who I knew vaguely from school. They seemed pretty dismissive of me, after all I was just "That weird lesbian" but they weren't sure what to make of Stephanie.

 

Steph got to break and it was on. We had decided that we would try to make short work of these first matches (they were all best of 3) so that we could scout the opposition. Lisa was doing some scouting as well, working under the assumption that no one would think someone as pretty as her would understand pool. It was a cunning plan. We took an early lead and never looked back. Coming down to the last three balls Lisa dropped fifty cents into the jukebox and my shot came up as Warren Zevon's "Werewolves of London" came on. I sank our last three balls and put the first game in our column. Steph ruled the next game. I got in 2 shots and our opponents got one apiece. We each got hugs from Lisa, my hug involved getting my butt squeezed. We had 20 minutes until our next game, so Lisa demanded we dance some. Lisa talked to the DJ for a minute and pulled me onto the dance floor.

 

Madonna's "Crazy for You" brings up strong feelings in me, it was our first slow dance. With her heels on I could rest my head on her boobs and I did just that, trying very hard not to cry as we danced.

 

The announcement was made for the second round so we headed back to the pool tables. I noticed that Steph was talking to a guy, seeming to enjoy herself. Lisa said he was kind of cute; I agreed, having no point of reference other than he was no Paul Newman.

 

"Ready for the next round Steph?"

 

"Yeah. Lisa, Cindy, this is Alan. He and his partner got knocked out in the first round."

 

Lisa recognized as being in her math class, I think I recognized him, but I wasn't sure. In any case he seemed nice enough and even I could see he was totally smitten with Steph. That part I could understand.

Our next match, also against two guys, went three games but in the end Steph put them away and we were in the finals. I could tell Steph wanted us around as she talked with Alan; I assume she wanted us there for moral support and general Girl Power. We hung out by the snacks and I was disappointed there was no hot tea, just coffee. I had to content myself to drinking Diet Coke as we talked. I was a little surprised that Alan did not seem to be ogling Lisa and me. I'm used to guys not paying much attention to me, the whole butch demeanor seems ensure that, but Lisa gets plenty of lustful stares (especially when she is dressed to inspire lust). Alan had eyes only for Steph and he was clearly (stealing a line from the movie Club Paradise, a mediocre movie but starring Robin Williams and Peter O'Toole) going to try to charm her pants off and drive her to China. I had no room to judge since I had done that very thing just a few hours earlier.

Lisa was back on jukebox duty, cuing up George Thorogood's "Bad to the Bone". I got a good break and it was on. Our opponents were definitely good and unlike in the previous two matches they did not seem to be underestimating us because we were girls. Each game was really close. We won the first one and the second game went down to the 8-ball but in the end we lost that one. Lisa even tried to help by perching on a stool and crossing her legs in an effort to distract them but to no avail. The game still went to the 8-ball, but we still lost. I was a little disappointed but 2^nd place still won a $100 prize, so I did have $50 to take Lisa out on a proper date. We talked with the winners and they were quite gracious, complimenting us on our play. I had been reading queer feminist articles I found in various places and this was a good reminder that some guys are decent people and not all guys are ruled by their cocks.

It was close to midnight and we all gathered on the dancefloor to see in the New Year. There were TV's showing the big ball in Times Square and the ageless Dick Clark. We did the countdown that everyone does and at midnight there was much confetti, horn blowing, toasts with ginger ale, and (of course) kissing. Lisa was the Tall Girl in the relationship tonight, so I was swept off my feet; we were very enthusiastic kissers. On the TV's they showed Guy Lombardo and the Royal Canadians playing "Auld Lang Syne"; you have to respect the classics.

We had a little time before the Fun Casino opened up and Lisa announced that "I have to get out of these fucking shoes!" so we found a place up on the second floor to change. We were not the only people taking advantage of empty rooms and offices and the sounds of sex were coming from many of them. I wondered if Steph and Alan were in one of them. Of course I helped Lisa get her heels off, taking time to suck on her toes (she liked it too) as well as getting my hand up her dress to give her pussy a good rub. She carefully put her dress in her bag and put on her jeans and a t-shirt from the dance studio. The shirt was hot pink and so were her sneakers; she was so damn cute! I did lose the Doc Martens (got my toes sucked and my pussy rubbed too) and I had white sneakers to match my Social Distortion t-shirt. Now more comfortable and not looking like we had both just fingered each other (we licked each other's fingers clean) we headed back downstairs. We saw Steph and Alan on the way down; both of them looked a bit disheveled. I whispered in Steph's ear that we would want details. She giggled, Alan looked dazed.

In reading the posters about the New Year's event I had seen that the Fun Casino would be after midnight and chip would be redeemable for prizes. I knew absolutely nothing about casino games but, of course, Lisa found a book on it at the library. I am no math whiz, that is more Lisa's department, but I can say without bragging too much I have a pretty logical mind. What stood out to me was that of all the games in a casino the one with the best odds for the player is blackjack. Now I had played 21 at home, my mom had used it as a way to help all of us kids learn to count and do basic arithmetic, but I had idea it was used for gambling (it's quite possible my mom didn't either). I devoured the chapter on what is known as the Basic Strategy and I had that down pat (I had found a blackjack game on AOL and played that a lot) but I quickly decided that counting cards might be out of my reach with this little practice. We each got $100 in free chip and Lisa gave me hers, so I started with a stake of $200. She stood behind me, one hand on my shoulder, looking like a sexy Bond girl. I did pretty good. After 3 hours I was up to $350 and I was ready to quit. I redeemed my chips for 4 movie tickets at the Galaxy and we called it a night. I drove Lisa home and crashed in my bed. It was a good start to the New Year.

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