The plot for our cute protagonist thickens. I have never been able to wrap my head around the irrationality of homophobia; I've met women who did not like being around lesbians but where I have seen it at its ugliest is with men. I experienced a fair amount of it through high school and even college. I came through OK but I would be so much happier if today's young people did not have to experience what I did. Fortunately the law and soceietal attitudes have changed a lot since the mid-90s.

Part 15 - A Hazy Shade of Winter Brings Disturbing News

Lisa's dance studio was going to put on a program at the Galaxy showcasing the various classes. Previously they had done these things in the studio itself but there was very little room for an audience in that space. By using the stage at the Galaxy, they could have a much bigger audience. It was, naturally, going to a crowd of mostly family members but there was also going to be one excited lesbian there as well. There may well have been more lesbians in the crowd, I just knew I was going. I didn't see Lisa much the week before the program, she was at the studio every night, so I only saw her in school. We already knew that being apart led to both of us getting exceptionally horny so there was some exuberant, possibly violent, sex in our future. I liked that prospect.

I wasn't overly surprised when Janet told me she wanted to go too and so did Rhonda. They both had friends who took dance classes and Janet had latched onto Lisa as a sort-of second big sister. Over the months since I had come out she had gotten less bitchy with me. I wasn't sure why, but it certainly made life at home nicer. I knew Lisa would want me to look nice since she planned on showing me off, but this was not a new dress occasion, so I wore my best black jeans, a nice red top, and my cleanest black high tops.

The old theater was close to full on the main level; there was a balcony but that wasn't open much of the time (it had been a packed house for The Princess Bride). The program started with the most advanced class, so Lisa was on stage first. The presented dance numbers, with some singing, from shows like A Chorus Line, Grease, and West Side Story. I could certainly pick Lisa's voice out but there were some other students (there were guys in this group too) who had good voices as well.

About half-way though the first number Janet pulled on my arm. "Oh my God, look! What have you done! You've corrupted them all!"

Janet's amazement (or perhaps disgust) was brought on because everyone on stage was wearing Chuck Taylor high-tops in every color imaginable. Janet did not share my sneaker obsession.

I hissed in her ear, "I think it's cool. Now be quite you little brat!" Such love we have for each other.

The last performance was the introductory class, which was the one Lisa taught. It was all little girls and they were dressed as flowers and fruits doing a piece that looked to be inspired by the flowers in Disney's Fantasia. It was tooth-achingly cute but the perverted part if my mind could definitely see why Lisa had some sexual fantasies about some of the girls, their little butts were absolutely delicious! There was a reception after the performance backstage (renovations to the old movie palace had included making live performances like this possible) and I made my way back there. Janet and Rhonda followed me, but not too close. I think Janet enjoyed the attention of having a notorious lesbian big sister, but she also didn't want anyone to think she was gay too. I had no idea where Rhonda's orientation fell and, really, it was none of my damn business.

It was easy enough to find Lisa, she was surrounded by an entire garden of dancing flowers mobbing her with squeals of "Miss Lisa!" Some of the girls knew me and a subset of them weren't afraid of me, so I got several hugs around my legs and waist with excited cries of "Cindy! You came to see us!"

One of the girls who talked to me was the same one who had been brave enough to talk to me back in the fall and who had told me I was as pretty as Miss Lisa. I had learned her name was Amanda and she was the granddaughter of Mrs. Tsing, the owner of the Jade Emperor.

"Hi Amanda. You did really good tonight!"

"Thanks Miss Cindy. I'm glad you came. You need to come to the restaurant more often with Miss Lisa; just be careful with the mustard."

Amanda had witnessed the entire mustard incident and she was never going to let me forget it.

"I'm sure Lisa and I will be back soon." Amanda ran back to her friends and I saw Mrs. Tsing in the crowd. She saw me and waved cheerfully.

Lisa saw me and ran over, giving me a massive kiss, which cause most of the little girls to clap and cheer. It was so cute.

"I loved the sneakers!"

"Well, get ready to cry sweetie. The other students in my class announced they were doing it to show their support for us. I was bawling when they told me."

I bravely fought back tears but when I noticed Lisa's fellow students standing around us, clapping I lost it. There I was, the weakest of all superheroes, Weepy Lesbian Girl. My tendency to burst into tears at the drop of a hat convinced me that wearing eye makeup would be totally pointless for me.

The spring play was announced, and it would be The Fantasticks. Lisa auditioned for a part, but she did not get a main role this time, she was part of the chorus/dance company. That did mean her rehearsals would be less intense and would primarily be at the dance studio since almost everyone else in that part of the cast was a student there with her. I assumed my usual role in construction and lights and Lisa was happy to be my very sexy assistant. Working on set construction also gave us time together where we could be as close to "Out and Proud" as we were going to get at school. Most of our fellow theater students were not at the top of the school social hierarchy and they all seemed to have hear about the whispers and threats being made against the two of us (we never mentioned it to anyone but our lunch group). It was a non-stop battle for both of us to keep the tears away when people we barely knew would come up to us during these Saturday construction sessions to tell us they supported us.

Lisa and I would spend the night on Friday's, alternating houses. Lisa's kink drive seemed to have cooled a little and I would actually bring pajamas with me. I was in and out of them a lot but, to me, it showed our relationship was maturing. When I got to Lisa's house I sat and talked with her folks for several minutes. Lisa and I went downstairs but we did not immediately start fucking. It was a little strange, I thought, that with as much time as we spend together with our faces buried in each other's pussys, our periods never synchronized. It was Lisa's time and her horniness was subdued compared to usual. The result was that we actually just cuddled on the couch to watch TV.

"Do you want to watch a movie?"

"Sure, which one?" Lisa's family had a pretty big video collection, it was nothing like what was at Lee's house, but it was impressive.

"Princess Bride?" It was our favorite.

"As you wish." I couldn't resist. We both loved that movie, I had even gotten the CD of the soundtrack to play while we had sex. The soundtrack had also made me a Mark Knopfler fan, which I still am to this day.

In talking to her on the phone I knew that Lisa was suffering from cramps. Nothing like the debilitating cramps that had plagued Lee, but they still were no fun. She laid on the couch watching the movie with her head in my lap. I held a heating pad to her belly and stroked her hair.

Her mom came down and I think she was a little surprised to find us on the couch, fully clothed, watching a movie.

"How are you feeling Lisa?"

"It still hurts mom, but it's getting better."

"OK, be sure to call out if you need something. Do you need anything Cindy?"

"No Mrs. P, I'm good."

"I'm glad you're here to take care of Lisa. You make her happy."

That made me blush. Weepy Lesbian Girl also blushes easily.

We headed to the bedroom when the movie ended. Lisa took some more ibuprofen and curled up next to me in the bed, her butt pressed to my hips. I wrapped my arms around her, playing gently with her boobs.

I woke up in the darkness feeling Lisa mouth on my nipple. I stroked her hair as she chewed on my firm tit. I slid my hand down in to her pajamas, squeezing her tight butt and working my finger in to play with her butthole. She gently rolled me on my back and pulled my shorts off so she could lick my pussy. Not the frantic slurping of Kink Goddess Lisa but nice, slow, gentle licks teasing my clit. I still jerked hard when my orgasm came, but at least I didn't kick her out of her own bed.

We went back to sleep with my arms around her middle, pressing her warm butt against my now exposed bush. In the morning her cramps were much better. Our shower was a really hot one that morning and I did take my time licking her butthole once everything was nice and clean. We ate some breakfast and headed to school to start construction of the sets.

We worked diligently through the morning, making good progress on the flats that would make up the set. When it came time to break for lunch we got ready to head over to Subway for our usual lunch but as we were leaving Ms Middlemarch asked us to come to her office. When she closed the door we were absolutely sure we were in deep trouble.

"OK girls, I'm going to come right out with it. There are people here at this school who do not like you two."

"Yeah, so we've heard." I probably shouldn't have been so snotty to a teacher but the whole subject put me in a foul mood. Lisa just sat in her chair in petrified silence.

"Cindy, I'm on your side." Her voice was rather sharp in a "Can you quit being so bitchy for just a second and actually listen to me" kind of way. Ms Middlemarch really was a good teacher and an all-around kind woman. "I've got no problem with you girls, but I know our new assistant principal has got it out for you."

I had not paid much attention to there being a new face in the main office, what student ever does? Mrs. Cohn was one of those people who hardly ever smiled and when she did it was not friendly. I had never had any interactions with her, so I could not understand why she didn't like us."

Ms Middlemarch continued, "I mean, you two are one of the cutest couples ever. It's obvious you two are very close and if one of you was a boy you would be the absolute perfect high school couple. But as near as I can tell the two of you coming to the Homecoming dance as a couple, and you were a tooth-achingly sweet couple, just set her off and I think she's the one stirring up the top of the pyramid against you."

Lisa's voice was really quiet (and scared), "Lord Jesus Christ! Why us? Why not the other girls who were just as open as we were?"

Middlemarch was quiet for a moment as she formulated an answer. "I think it's because the other girls are seniors. They will be gone at the end of the school year and they will soon be forgotten. But you two are here for another year, a constant reminder that gay people can find love and happiness in this world and I think that just eats away at her."

"So what can we do?" There was an edge to my voice. This knowledge was pissing me off.

"Well, I think what you have been doing since Christmas has been the right move. Don't be so open at school. Here in the theater you are on friendly ground and I think there are other students and teachers who like and support you. But was have a more immediate issue. Cohn came to my office and gave me an ultimatum, that I was to report to her immediately if you two caused any sort of trouble on the trip to Chicago or of anyone complained about your behavior. It's a no-brainer for me that you two will want to be in the same room, and if I could put you two in a room by yourselves there would be no problem. But there's not enough money for that, each room will have two beds with two people per bed. I could ask you two to not have sex but that might not be enough if you got paired with the wrong girls in the room."

"So, what do we need to do?"

"You need to find two other girls who won't go complaining to administration about being forced to share a room with those awful lesbians. Do you think you can do that?"

"We will do it, one way or another."

"I knew you girls would see what has to be done. You shouldn't have to deal with this shit, but you are both strong and I can tell you aren't going to let one bitter woman spoil what you have."

"Thank you Ms Middlemarch" Lisa's voice was almost a whisper. We left the office and walked to Subway, Lisa hold my hand so tight she damn near broke my fingers.

We made it as far as the bench at the bus stop. Lisa just collapsed on the bench, face in her hands, her whole body wracked with full-on ugly crying. This was right up there with my crying the night of my coming out, but it was made all the worse from the abject terror in Lisa's blue eyes.

"Why?", she wailed. "Why does that woman hate us so much? What did we do to her? Neither one of us has ever gotten in trouble at school! What have we done to deserve this?"

I tried to console her but there was no coming back from this, she was just going to have to cry herself out. The commotion did bring over some of our theater friends who were on their way to lunch. I think some of them knew what was going on, but they had no more idea what to say than I did. Several of our friends, girls and guys, rubbed Lisa's back or her arm. A few girls who were closer to us stroked her hair. I just held her tight. Nothing helped. There were just the repeated wails of "Why? Why us?" ant it was truly heartbreaking to hear. I saw Lauren and she sat on the other side of Lisa on the bench, her arms around Lisa's neck. Lauren and I were both crying too, just not at the same awful level.

Once Lisa stopped gulping for air I tried to talk to her. "I know this is scary. What we were told almost made me piss myself right there in Ms Middlemarch's office, but you and I are strong. Never forget that someone as scary as Katherine told us that we are strong; that has to count for something. I don't know exactly what we will do but we will do it together and I know that our friends will do what they can to help us." Lauren nodded, wiping away from tears and there were mumbles of "Damn straight!" from our friends. "Do you feel up to eating some lunch baby?" I did my best to wipe the tears away (good thing neither of us wore eye makeup) before giving her a long kiss.

I held her face in my hands, looking straight into those amazing blue eyes, "The Force will be with you. Always." I felt very Obi-wan in that moment.

Lisa managed to eat some of her favorite sandwich, but I finished her chips for her. She doesn't eat when she's upset; I eat my stress and I have the ass to prove it.

Back at school we finished what we needed to accomplish but the air was heavy. By now everyone had heard what happened, and those who knew some about the situation were filling in others. I could tell no one wanted to upset Lisa further but they were quick to talk to me. By the end of the afternoon I knew that there was our core group, people like Rita, Lauren, Brian, Simon, and Steph who would help us no matter the cost. I was going to have to be careful not to say something like, "Will no one rid me of this turbulent priest?" (We had read Canterbury Tales and I found the story of Beckett compelling). I could envision some of our more impulsive friends doing something foolish and causing even more trouble. Another, larger group, supported us and would help us in so far as it didn't involve them placing their own necks on the block. I had some confidence that the remainder of the theater folks would certainly do nothing to harm us but could not be counted on to actively help us out.

I got Lisa home but, and this was a first, neither of us felt very sexual. We sat in the basement TV room watching some very forgettable move on TV. Lisa's mom took one look at her daughter and knew something was very wrong but, unlike what my parents would do, she did not pry. I went upstairs to get us some grape soda (something we had picked up from Lee) and her mom was in the kitchen.

"Cindy, what's wrong?"

I didn't tell the whole story, but I did fill her in that there were students at school who were being pretty shitty to us but that I was confident we would weather the storm.

"If there is some way her father or I can help you will ask us, right?"

"Yes ma'am." I was trying so hard to not start crying again. I had to be strong for both of us today.

Back downstairs I got Lisa to snuggle up against me. "I am going to have our closest friends meet at the coffee shop tomorrow afternoon. Do you think you will be up to coming?"

Her pretty face darkened with determination. "Yes. I will pull it together. We are not going to be passive victims here. I may not be a Jedi like you (I laughed softly) or a fucking samurai warrior like Katherine but these bitches will not beat us down!" She locked her blue eyes on mine, "This is true love. You think this happens every day?". She kissed me fiercely.

"Your mom knows something is wrong. I didn't tell her about Cohn but I gave her some other details. I'm sure your folks will grill you about this.

"I'm ready. You go home, I'll see you tomorrow afternoon."

"I think I will join you at church. We are going to need all the help we can get."

Lisa smiled. "I'll try and look up a good saint for us. I Know I will feel better knowing I am trying to find a solution."

I kissed her goodbye and went home.

Sunday morning I surprised my family by saying I was going to church with Lisa. Mom, dad, and Janet went to a church that while the services were familiar it wasn't a church thriving on hate like the old one. I went sometimes but I was still leery of religion, but I felt like I needed to close to Lisa.

When I got the church many of the ladies recognized me, either from my mom being part of the PFLAG group or just knowing that Lisa and I were special friends (there was lots of beating around the bush on this subject). After the service Lisa led me over to the prayer candles.

"I am going to ask for the help of Blessed Damien of Molokai. He's the patron of lepers and outcasts and we are well on our way to being outcasts." I nodded and lit a candle as well. It made me feel a little better. Reading more about Damien later on I realized he was a fierce badass in his protection of and work amongst the lepers of Hawaii. I could see the connection with the gay people of today.

Back at home I called Rita and Gena to tell them to come to the coffee shop in the afternoon and for them to call our other close friends, those we absolutely trusted, to come as well.

No surprise, Rita was there early. Katherine was one of those people who firmly believe if you aren't 10 minutes early, you are late. Katherine was sitting on her usual stool, positioned by the wall so she could see the entire shop while barely turning her head. I was surprised to see Rita's mom there as well. Rita gave me a big hug, going out of her way to rub her boobs on mine; that always made me feel good.

"Why is your mom here?"

"She knows the entire story. She is in the same sewing club as Ms Middlemarch and they love to talk as they sew. She wanted to come because she can help explain to you and Lisa where you are legally."

I was struck speechless. Mrs. Graff was well-known, I had come to learn, as a civil rights lawyer At least she could tell us what things could (and could not) possibly happen.

 

Gena and Brian arrived, and I got a big hug from Gena, again with a nice tit-rub. Brian was one of the few guys I trusted with knowing this much about us, but he had shown himself to be a good friend and having a male perspective might be useful. Lauren, Steph, and Michelle came in with them.

 

I was a little surprised to see Rhonda come in. She was not part of our close circle, but I knew she and Lisa was close and, if Lisa came, she would be happy to see Rhonda. What left me utterly surprised was my little sister Janet. Janet gave me one of her typical bitchy looks.

 

"I have heard what's going on. Since I will be at the high school come Fall I think I deserve to know the whole story. Besides, eventually Mom and Dad will find out and you will need all the help you can get."

 

I actually hugged Janet. She was growing into being a really pretty girl and I could see her moving up the social pyramid quickly, assuming my existence didn't torpedo her chances. Having the perspective of someone who definitely could think like a Queen Bitch could be useful as well.

 

I was happy to see Lisa come in. One look at her may it plain she had been crying, and it had been more ugly crying. She and I sat on the Crying Couch together and our friends sat around us. Ben, one of the owners, came over with some tea for me and a mocha coffee with lots of whipped cream, which was Lisa's favorite.

 

He sat down with us. "Girls, my perspective as a middle-aged gay man is a lot different from yours, but I have been fighting this fight for 30 years now. I've seen too many friends destroyed by shit like this and I am going to do whatever I can to make sure it doesn't happen to you two.

 

"You dear old queen, you are one of the kindest people I know. If you are on our side it doesn't matter who is arrayed against us." Lisa's blue eyes were bright with tears, but they were happy ones this time, as she got up to hug him."

 

"Dammit! I thought I could make it through one day with you girls without starting to cry." He wiped his eyes with a dishtowel and sat back down.

 

"OK folks, time to (as Katherine would say) share intelligence. Lisa and I had a really upsetting meeting with Ms Middlemarch. We knew that there was a group of mostly girls talking shit about us pretty much non-stop since Christmas. It was knowing this that led us to being way more discreet at school about our relationship, especially when we are not sure if we are amongst friendlies. What we learned today is that the new Assistant Principal, Mrs. Cohn, is one of the main forces driving this. We have no idea why she hates us so much, but she does. Knowing this I want everyone to know, especially those in gay relationships, to be careful. I think she hates gay people, lesbians especially, in general and she really thinks we don't deserve to be happy or even to exist.

 

I let that sink in. I could see the realization that someone in an actual position of authority was out to get us made the situation more real. I could see Steph and Michelle were holding hands tight, realizing that if Cohn could get at me and Lisa that the two of them might be next.

 

Steph spoke up. "I think I may be on my way out, socially speaking, with the top bitches. They've seen me at lunch with you all and I am pretty sure that they think I am one of `Your Kind'" She laughed grimly at this and squeezed Michell's hand. Yep, she was one of us now.

 

"Anyway, they somehow see you two as a threat or at the very least they see Lisa as a threat. I'm sorry Cindy, but Lisa is way prettier than you are."

 

That prompted a snorting sort of laugh from me. "Tell me something I don't already know babe." It was true, since sophomore year Lisa had grown into this ethereal beauty while I had become more butch.

 

Steph smiled. "Anyway, some of them, a girl named Christiane in particular, think that Lisa is plotting to seduce all their boyfriends and that they guys will be powerless against her since they each get totally hard thinking that they will be the man who `cures' the lesbian. They see her hotness as being wasted on you, Cindy."

 

It wasn't funny anymore. In my mind it was a short jump from thinking Lisa would seduce some guy and let him fuck her to some idiot guy thinking that since Lisa was nice to him, even just once, that meant she wanted sex with him, even if she was saying "No!".

 

"So, do you think that Cohn would look the other way if one of us was attacked, or even assaulted?" I was having some pretty awful thoughts by now, and judging from her expression, so was Lisa."

 

Here Michelle spoke up. I had never paid very much attention to her but she was a really pretty Asian girl.

 

"I don't think she could just ignore something that happened at school. Outside of school I can totally see her ignoring it."

 

Rita's mom must have heard her because she came over. Ben, even the gentleman, offered her his seat and he went back over to the counter.

 

"Here's the issue I see for you girls. Illinois does not have any laws on the books that protect the rights of gays and lesbians, so you can't claim discrimination even if someone in authority is clearly picking on you. Actual sexual assault is a criminal matter, so this Cohn woman would have no say in the matter. You would go straight to the police and I would be happy to right there with you." She had a look of determination on her face that I think would have made Katherine take a step back. This woman could be utterly fierce when someone's rights were being threatened.

 

"Where things would get sticky for her would be if she took action contrary to school board policy. In Illinois school administrators have wide latitude in enforcing school rules and I am assuming she is smart enough not to step too far outside the lines. What I think you should do, and it kills me to say this, is to keep your heads down as best you can. I hate telling you girls to hide who you are, but the deck is stacked against you in this. If she calls one or both of you into the office do not say anything until your parents are there and make sure you tell them to call me as well. I will drop almost everything to help you girls out and my mere presence might make this woman back down."

 

While it wasn't the same as having a Klingon backing us up, and I was starting to think Lisa's description of her as a Samurai might be a better label, Rita's mom could bring in her massive legal experience. It might be satisfying to go charging in and throwing fists, but legal threats can be much scarier.

 

I got up and gave Mrs. Graff a hug, whispering "Thank You" in her ear. This quickly evolved into a group hug with me, Lisa, Rita, and Steph. Knowing that we had another powerful ally made us feel better.

 

It was here that my need for dramatic gestures (I've seen way too many movies) overrode my ingrained shyness. I got up off The Crying Couch and took a deep breath. "I want to thank you all for being ready to help us. We were in a dark place yesterday and now today we can see some light coming through. While I really want to go charging in, screaming something like `Was it over when the Germans bombed Pearl Harbor?', but that won't help. What I can see now is that this woman has underestimated who she is fucking with. She has decided to come after the Dread Pirate Roberts and her Favorite Lusty Wench, and we don't fucking back down!" Lisa got up from the couch, throwing her arms around me.

 

She whispered in my ear, "I'll show you how lusty a wench I am later."

 

I was on a roll. "Cohn has made one of the classic blunders. Not as severe as getting involved in a land war in Asia, but still a blunder. Do not try to stop true love! Not even death can stop true love, it can only delay it!"

 

I had run out of Princess Bride quotes. It wasn't a speech on the level of "Cry God for Harry, England and St. George" but I thought it was pretty good. I wasn't sure if I had made it to a good stopping point, and I was thinking about what to say next, when (to my utter surprise) Janet got up and hugged me.

 

"That's right! You do not fuck with my big sister! I may be small (she was actually only about 2 inches shorter than me now and not nearly as chubby) but I can offer up 14 years of being a total bitch to the effort!"

 

I was in awe. Janet hardly ever agreed with me on anything and I truly could not remember her hugging me unprompted ever. I guess I have to credit her getting close with Lisa, and probably Rhonda's influence as well. Lisa gave her a big hug too. I wasn't sure what was happening but there was certainly a great disturbance in The Force (once I get into movie references I can't stop, it's a failing of mine).

 

Rita, ever the artist, had made stickers for us. Naturally her family had a color printer and so she had done a drawing, on the computer no less, of Anne Bonny and Mary Read (two pirate queens of the 1700's) with their arms around each other and each one wearing high top sneakers. She had printed the image out on a peel-off sticker sheet

 

"We can use this to identify our friends. Maybe if enough kids at school have one then Cohn will back off or maybe she will try something really stupid and my Mom can smack the bitch down." I looked over and Rita's mom was beaming with pride. Rita's mom was a total badass and Rita would definitely be one too.

 

Katherine stood up and the group got quiet (she had the effect on people, she only spoke when she had something to say). "The story Anne Bonny and Mary Read is a part of the history of my homeland, Jamaica. They are remembered as being the enemies of the slave-holding plantation aristocracy and being worthy warriors. Rita has done well choosing them to represent your righteous cause."

 

Now that was a speech worthy of Henry V.

 

We got lots of hugs as our friends went home. Ben remarked to us that he and Ron might consider more of a pirate motif for the shop.

 

Lisa hugged him again, "Silly old bear." They were both holding back the tears but at least they were happy ones.

 

Steph grabbed my arm as we were leaving. "Are you two going to go fight now?" She had a very hungry look on her pretty face.

 

My smile was a wicked one. "Among other things. Why? Do you want to join us?"

 

"There is no one home at my house and Michelle and I want to watch and maybe join in."

 

I looked at Michelle. "Are you comfortable being naked around other girls?"

 

She smiled at me and grabbed my crotch. "Does that answer your question bitch?

 

"It certainly does, let's go!"

 

We were stripping as we walked in the door. Lisa was practically ravishing me as I drove to Steph's house and I was pretty wet too.

 

"I want to fight hard. I want you to know I'm not going to hold back at all."

 

Just hearing that made my nipples hard. "All I can promise is I won't hit you in the face."

 

"That's ok, I plan on giving you at least one vicious cunt kick."

 

I really think Steph's house was as big as Rita's, just without all the James Bond gadgets. I licked my lips as Steph showed off her long, sexy body. Michelle was shorter, but she had amazing tits, not terribly large but very pointy with dark brown nipples. She had a dense patch of black pubic hair that was trimmed up.

 

Lisa came right at me, fist flying. Within moments Steph and Michelle were both frantically fingering each other as we pummeled each other's bellies and breasts. Lisa sank her teeth into my left tit and actually drew a little blood. We danced around, clawing at each other's nude body, both of us with our juices dripping down our legs. I bit her butt hard enough to draw a little blood as well We went at it for close to 15 minutes, both of us getting really tired. She tried for a cunt kick but I was able to deflect that I was able to get her down on the floor and got her down on her lovely ass so that I could twist her legs around mine with my heel mashing down hard on her clit. A few seconds of grinding had her screaming her submission. I rolled up with her feet almost to her ears and her lovely pink cunt displayed for all to see. I started licking her pussy and it didn't take long for me to make her orgasm, shooting a column of delicious pussy juice into the air like a little geyser (yes, we did get out the carpet cleaner to get rid of the stain). I got up off of her.

 

"Go get it wench! Your ass is mine!"

 

Lisa crawled on her hands and knees and got her whip from her backpack. I sat on the couch, laid her across my lap, and began flogging her amazing ass until she climaxed again. Still sitting on the couch, she spread my legs wide and pushed her fingers in me. Working her delicate hand until her entire hand vanished inside my pussy. She was still biting at my thighs when I came, juices escaping around her fist.

Exhausted, I gathered her up into my arms, holding her tight and sucking on her rock-hard nipples. Steph was leaning over the arm of the couch with Michelle's face buried in her ass. Steph was breathing hard, so I was sure Michelle was gobbling up her wonderfully tight pussy. Lisa and I sat and watched as Steph's eyes went wide. Michelle had gotten a finger in Steph's butt and seconds later her long body jerked hard as she came in Michelle's face.

 

"Well wench, I think it is time for us to enjoy our beautiful captives." I was totally into the Lesbian Pirate scenario.

 

Lisa licked her lips. "I want the tall one first." She moved quick, pulling Steph down onto the floor and spreading her long legs wide, Lisa's tongue thrusting deep into her pussy. Steph was writhing on the floor, pinching her own nipples hard, squealing whenever Lisa sucked on her clit.

 

I wasn't paying much attention to them; I had pulled Michelle off the couch by her black ponytail and had pushed her down onto the floor. I spread her thick, muscular legs apart, burying my face in her dense black bush. From time to time I would sink my teeth into her hard thigh muscles. I was loudly slurping on her wet cunt. My fingers under her to probe her butthole at the same time. Michelle was much like me in that her orgasms caused an almost total loss of body control. She slapped the top of my head and I was trapped between those incredibly strong thighs.

 

"You girls come over here. Lisa and I need our butts licked now." We got down on the floor, our butts up in the air, cheeks wide. I could feel Michelle's long, black hair on my ass cheeks as her tongue pushed inside of me. I could feel her tongue entering me and I turned my head so I could kiss Lisa. Her eyes were closed with pleasure, so I was sure Steph's tongue was dancing between her pussy and her ass. The girls switched places and Steph showed me that she had really upped her game where pussy eating was concerned. Michelle pushed Lisa over the edge in just a few minutes.

 

Michelle let me lick Lisa's juice from her face (it was another gusher) and Steph suggested it was hot tub time. The cold air was incredibly erotic and thrilling but it was damn cold, the hot water felt glorious.

 

"So, Steph," I asked, where did you meet this beauty?"

 

"Michelle plays volleyball, so she is practicing at one end of the gym while the basketball team is at the other end. We saw each other in the locker room a lot and I was certainly checking out her hot body."

 

Lisa and I smiled at each other. We were well acquainted with a very sexy volleyball player.

 

"Did you know a girl named Anitra on the team? She went by Annie. Devastatingly pretty girl with amazing tits." I was rubbing my pussy just thinking about those tits.

 

Michelle licked her lips. "Oh yeah. She was the first girl I ever fucked in high school."

 

"That girl is getting an extra hard beating next time I get my hands on her." Lisa's smile was truly predatory.

 

"Anyway," continued Steph, holding Michelle tight, "We were putting away gear one night, got tangled up on stuff on the floor and we fell down together, faces inches apart. We started kissing and that's where it all began."

 

Michelle moved across the hot tub to get in between Lisa and I, each of her hands rubbing a pussy. "What's the story on you girls?"

 

And so I told her how I got started, all the way back to buying a box of Sports Review Wrestling at a garage sale, the saga of Melinda, Lee, Gena, and how I met Lisa. Michelle listened, growing ever more aroused as the tale went on, finally getting in my lap facing me so she could suck on my boobs.

 

"Michelle, if you can stop chewing on my tits, I do have a question for you." Lisa's smile made it plain she wanted her tits sucked too.

 

Michelle took the hint and moved over to chew Lisa's nipples. I already had two fingers up inside Steph's pussy while biting her neck.

 

"Michelle, have I seen you working around the theater?"

 

She pulled away from my tits. "Yeah. I helped design the posters and programs for the last two shows."

 

"Are you planning on going to Chicago during Spring Break?"

 

"Yeah, Stephanie and I will share a room, we just need to find two more people."

 

Steph figured out the plan. "The four of us can stay together!"

 

"That was what I hoped. Staying with girls who won't mind the sound of us fucking will make the trip really fun."

 

And with that we had a solution to Ms Middlemarch's problem. When we saw her on Monday she seemed really relieved.

 

"I'm glad you girls worked this out. Jeanine Graff told me about your meeting yesterday. I'll do whatever I can to help you out. Cohn can't get away with singling you girls out."

 

"We are going to play it smart and do everything we can to not give her a legitimate reason to nail us. If she tries to go outside the rules, well that's why we are glad Mrs. Graff is on our side."

 

At lunch that day we were all together. Lisa looked over at me.

 

"How would feel about exercising with me? I mean, you are so totally hot just the way you are but the dance numbers in The Fantastiks are really hard, physically and I need to build up my stamina. I know what you are thinking babe, and no, energetic fucking will not do it. My dance coach says swimming is great exercise and it doesn't put too much stress on your joints. Dancing is hard enough on the joints all on its own. Anyway, I want you to come to the rec center with me to swim. I mean, I love your butt now but the thought of it being even finer makes me nice and wet right here and now."

 

"I'll do it! I bet I can convince my folks to get me a rec pass and we can schedule around my shifts at the store."

 

Steph chimed in, "I go swimming there too. I'll join you."

 

"I will need a swimsuit, a proper one, not some slutty bikini."

 

"We'll take care of that." Lisa and Steph smiled at each other.

 

 

The battle for the rights of LGBTQ people, especially young people, had been a long one and it is a story filled with advances and setbacks. Our heroine's story is not a unique one. There are still a lot of hateful people out there and some of them are in positions of power. Never give up the struggle. It may seem hopeless at times but having allies makes fighting the fight seem more possible.

 

As always if you like my story, and it has gone on a lot longer than I thought it would, you can email me at cattingcindy@yahoo.com. Please also consider a donation to Nifty at http://donate.nifty.org