Well dear readers, it's prom time again. This time around it's a whole new world for our cute couple but there are still clouds on the horizon.

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Part 17 -- Prom Season. Now What?

 

I was not the only person at school to notice Lisa moved with new confidence. She had always known she was talented, but only because teachers, friends, and her parents had told her so. To have theater professionals recognize her talent seemed to awaken a new spirit in her. I could also tell that having to hide who we were at school really ate at her.

 

We sat at out usually table at lunch. We had slowly migrated to the edge of the cafeteria, well within the bubble of the theater/band/choir territory and relatively close to a table of our gay male counterparts. The whole situation felt like something out of 19^th century European history. Our gay friends were starting to wonder when the administrative foot might come down on them. Their feeling was that Cohn was relying on the threat of old-fashioned fag-bashing to keep them in line. With us girls, where there was less likelihood of physical violence, a more hands-on approach was called for. Well that, and the fact that our very existence seemed to offend her.

 

We very rarely saw her in person, she was always this sticky-sweet, poisoned honey, sort of voice on the PA, but today she made the announcement in person to each lunch period. She used a whole lot of words, but it came down to any same-sex couples who tried to attend prom would immediately be suspended from school and face other consequences.

 

As she was leaving the cafeteria she walked to our table and put both hands down on our table. Her voice was quiet but dripping malevolence.

 

"I know you ladies are planning something. Be assured, you do anything to bring our prom into any form of disrepute with your disgusting relationship you can forget about college."

 

I was beyond pissed but I stayed in my chair. I smiled my sweetest smile, "Thank you for making that clear Mrs. Cohn."

 

I put my face down on the table once she was out of the cafeteria. I was doing my best to muffle my sobs. Now I knew what Lisa meant in saying she had not had time to be scared until it was over. I sat up, wiping my eyes, and looked around at my friends.

 

"Could she really keep us from going to college?"

 

No one had an answer. Finally, Rita spoke up.

 

"Come to my house after school. We need to talk to my mom and dad and probably Katherine too.

 

When I got home I told my parents the synopsis of the day's events. To say they were angry was to put it mildly. They still didn't really understand their lesbian daughter but there was no way in hell they were going to let anyone threaten my future. The agreed that talking to some high-powered lawyers was not a bad idea. I asked them if they wanted to come to.

 

They were both quiet before my dad spoke, "I think for now you girls can talk to them. I may have my qualms about Ferdinand Graff's ethics (probably sue to that whole reputation as a mob lawyer) but I have absolutely no doubts as to his legal knowledge and courtroom skills. We will be there whenever you need us."

 

Friday after school we followed Rita home. Passing through all the James Bond-worthy security Katherine met us at the front door. We all sat in the living room, in silence.

 

Finally, Rita's dad broke the silence. "Rita has told us of recent events. Let me start by being clear that this Cohn woman's threats have pushed me to beyond rage. I won't dare speak for Jeanine's anger." Rita's mom gave a sort of snort. "Lisa, let me just say that if you were to decide against a career in the theater I think you would make an excellent lawyer. You kept your head at the skating rink in a very tough situation."

 

Lisa smiled. "I did thank my dad for introducing me to The Art of War."

 

Katherine perked up. "You have read Lao Tzu? Lisa, you are a woman of never-ending surprises. I think Rita could learn some things from you." Rita looked down at her lap (as much as she could see around her tits). Katherine did not have a high opinion of some of Rita's life-decisions.

 

I swallowed hard before speaking. "So where does all this leave us, legally speaking?"

 

Here Rita's mom spoke up, "First off let me tell you that is has been some time since a person has pissed me off as much as this woman has. No one deserves to be treated like you girls are being treated. The fact that you two are some of Rita's closest friends makes me even angrier."

 

Her dad chimed is, "Years ago I could have made a phone call and this problem would have been taken care of." Rita's dad's laugh was not a laugh you would want to hear if he didn't like you. I could not tell if he was joking or not; I don't think he was. I was not sure how I felt about Cohn being at the bottom of Lake Michigan.

 

"Fred!"

 

"Sorry dear. Go on."

 

"Anyway, there is no way she can keep you from graduating. I assume you girls are in the same place Rita is, that you have sufficient credit to graduate now if it was needed?" We both nodded. "She also can't keep you from going to college. Neither of you has ever had a disciplinary issue and I am assuming that this will be true for your senior year." We nodded again, holding hands tightly. "I would suggest talk to your counselor, check and see if there will be any problem with them. I have no doubt they are aware of the situation but after that conversation, if there is any hint that they might agree with Cohn, I want you to let me and your parents know. Be assured that a visit from me or Rita's dad will have them changing their tune very, very quickly." Her smile reinforced my belief that she was not a woman to be trifled with. "Your job for the remainder of your high school career is to be above reproach. If Cohn attempts to manufacture an incident you let us know, it will be our privilege to make that bi...woman sweat." Rita's dad smiled as her mom avoided profanity. Rita actually giggled.

 

"Thank you so much for talking to us. We are fortunate to have people like you who care about us." Lisa was way better at being gracious.

 

We headed to the coffee shop, having put out word to our friends (now known as "The crew of The Revenge") to meet us there. I gave Ben and Ron big hugs when we got there. Without them we would not have this wonderful place to hang out and they were very protective of all of us queer students, especially (it certainly felt this way) me and Lisa. I was in my usually spot on the Crying Couch with my Lisa right next to me.

 

"OK boys and girls, here's the skinny. Our legal eagles have assured us that Cohn's threats are bullshit. I have no doubt she is just waiting for us to fuck up, but we aren't going to give her that satisfaction. What we know from the whispers coming in from our spies, here Steph, Michelle, and a few other girls blushed, along with confrontations with the Bitch Convention and today's run-in with Cohn is that all these people think Lisa and I are planning some sort of grand gesture worth of the cheesiest of romantic comedies. They don't know what it is, but they are sure it involves us somehow disrupting prom like we did at Homecoming."

 

Lauren was dumbfounded. I had never really paid attention to her, but she was amazingly cute. She had reddish-blonde hair that she always wore in a thick braid. It wasn't that she was particularly pretty or had big tits; she was just the total package. "They think that was disrupting the dance? You two were so sweet I damn near went into a diabetic coma."

 

"I think our mere existence constituted the disruption. These are people who can't accept it's not the 1950's anymore and that we aren't living in an episode of Leave It to Beaver or Happy Days. So then, the question is what do we do?"

 

Silence reigned. After a few minutes, to my utter surprise, it was Janet who spoke. She had come with Rhonda; her support of me and Lisa never ceased to amaze me. Janet had told me she was on our side because she was on Lisa's side and that I was just lucky I had a girlfriend that everyone seemed to like. I still didn't quite get it, but I'd take it.

 

"You girls are just too innocent. You don't know how to think like these bitches. Here's what you have to understand; they are constantly plotting and scheming, even against their supposed `friends'. They can't conceive of anyone not behaving like that. I say if they think we are plotting something then let's give them just that. Make them think we are planning something truly epic, send them chasing their own tails."

 

Wow; my baby sister has a world-class devious mind. I looked straight at her, "Once in a while you get shown the light in the strangest of places if you look at it right." (Over the years I have found there's a Grateful Dead lyric for every occasion, this one was from "Scarlet Begonias".) "I am so fucking glad you are on our side Janet, you could be the evilest of evil bitches." Janet stood up and took a little bow.

 

"Someone has to be the new The Dread Pirate Roberts when you graduate."

 

Lisa bounced up and kissed Janet on the forehead (she's still a little shorter than either Lisa or I). "That's an excellent idea. If they are trying to root out some dark conspiracy they will have less time to devote to us. Here's my idea, we need our two most butch members to take the lead on this. That would be you babe (she patted my leg) and Lauren. Those of us who are more plugged-in to the `girlie stuff' will feed you magazines with articles obsessing about prom and prom dresses. You two will be seen shopping and trying on dresses and, who knows, maybe getting a mani/pedi. Stuff so out of character that they will have to assume you plan on crashing prom. Then, when nothing happens, they will have expended all kinds of energy for nothing."

 

I looked over at Lauren, "You game for this?"

 

She gave me a wry smile, "Let's mindfuck those bitches good and proper!"

 

"OK, but I'm not wearing makeup!"

 

Lisa kissed me passionately. "That comes later babe. First things first."

 

Rita stood up. "So girls, my mom and dad are both in Chicago tomorrow and Katherine in taking part in a moot court for one of her law classes. We've turned on the heater in the pool, so you can all come to the house tomorrow if you want to play in the pool. Swimsuits are optional." She said that last part licking her lips. "We can also talk about doing a queer prom here again."

 

The coffee shop had been doing well so Ben and Ron had purchased the storefront next door. This provided the room for a small stage for live music and poetry nights and things like that. Music-wise is was mostly acoustic guitar though sometimes groups from the choir came in and once Janet and the string ensemble came and played Brahms' Cello Sonata. She was damn good, I would say as good on the cello as Lisa was with singing. The added room meant we would have a bigger dancefloor.

 

We got back to my house and, to my surprise (and possibly also horror), both our moms were in the living room. I was sure we were in trouble somehow.

 

"Sit down girls," my mom patted the couch. We sat, both quiet.

 

"Girls, Mrs. Graff called us so we know the whole story and we want to help. Rachel has been talking with other parents in the PFLAG group and we know that one thing that helps gay and lesbian young people is to have safe places to get together. I talked to those nice men who run the coffee shop and PFLAG wants to help with this year's queer prom."

 

I was numb. This was how far it had come. A year ago I was trying to scrape up enough money for a decent dress to sneak off to dance with Lisa and now our moms were getting excited about helping plan our prom. Yep, here came Weepy Lesbian Girl.

 

Lisa's mom patted my knee. "There is no way we are going to let that horrible woman ruin high school for you girls. We are going to open it up to children of our PFLAG members who were never able to go to their own prom. Are you girls OK with some older people there?"

 

We both nodded, Lisa was in the grips of Weepy Lesbian Girl as well.

 

Mom laughed, "I mean, not old like us. We mean like college students." Mom took my hands, "Cindy, your father and I want to buy you a dress for prom."

 

That was it. Now I was bawling. It was like when I came out; all the stress of years of hiding who I was and sneaking around came out. It was full-on, Crying Couch ugly crying. That made Lisa start bawling and within moments we were all a mess.

 

Regaining a tiny amount of composure, I looked at my mom, "I'm still wearing my high-tops."

 

"I know dear. I'm just hoping your friend Rita will help you out with some makeup; I can deal with the shoes."

 

Lisa and I went down to the TV room, still weepy messes but doing better. Neither of us felt particularly sexy so we put on our pajamas and settled in to watch of movie. Gena had gotten me a copy of Local Hero; I had never heard of it, but she told me the soundtrack was by Mark Knopfler (same guy as The Princess Bride) so I was game to try it.

 

Mom brought us some popcorn as we were curled up on the couch. She asked about shopping (she really wanted to take me shopping!) but I said we were going to Rita's tomorrow to swim but that we could go Sunday. She kissed us both on the head.

 

"See you in the morning girls."

 

The movie was certainly slow in parts, but it was good and I loved the soundtrack, yet another CD for me to buy. We agreed that "Going Home" was a good song, but nothing near to "Storybook Love." By the end of the movie we were working each other's boobs pretty good and leaving bitemarks on our necks. Lisa pushed me into my bedroom, pulled my shorts off, and had me on the bed, my butt sticking up. She started slowly, running her tongue over my pussy and my butthole. She was torturing me just as I had tortured her. I got my top off and was playing with my nipples. Lisa got more energetic, sinking her teeth into my butt cheeks.

 

"Use your nipples baby!" I whispered.

 

She did, and she got kicked in the stomach when I came. I pulled her pajamas off and starting with her mouth ran my tongue down her naked body. I was licking and teasing her clit as I pushed two fingers inside of her. As her juices flowed freely I got a third finger in her, pumping slowly and deliberately until she gave a shudder and sprayed my face with her juices. She licked my face off and we went to sleep, tired and happy.

 

Mom made me promise to ask if Rita would do my hair and makeup again. I told her I would ask (like Rita would say no!).

 

As we drove out to Rita's house Lisa had her hand down in my jeans, rubbing my pussy. "Are you excited to go shopping with your mom?" She gave a little giggle.

 

"Do not think for a moment you are getting out of this Wench! My mom has terrible taste, I need you to save me from it. Hell, I'll take Janet with me if I need to. What I want to know today is whether Lauren will be there and if we will get to see her naked."

 

"Do we want her one at a time or both of us at once?"

 

"Whichever she wants. I had never really noticed how cute she is."

 

"Oh, she's a dirty girl, I just wonder if she wants to fight."

 

We pulled through the gate and went into the house. There was a pile of clothes by the door and we added ours to the pile. Outside it was a little chilly, us being naked and all, but the water was nice and warm when we jumped it. Looking around we saw Gena, Steph, and Michelle. Rita was watching the gate control.

 

I glided over to Rita and grabbed her from behind. "I haven't squeezed these tits in a while, they feel good."

 

She turned around, "Bite my nipples Cindy, bite them hard." I did just that, my hands spreading her chubby ass cheeks. I grabbed her head and pushed her head under the water. She sank her teeth into my tit and grabbed my pubic hair, pulling hard. I brought her back up.

 

"Rub your pussy on mine Rita." Rita started working her soft body up and down, her bald cunt rubbing against my dense brown bush. Soon we were mashing our wet bodies together, orgasming loudly. At least in the pool I was less likely to hurt someone. Lisa came over, pulling Gena with her.

 

"OK, I want to see you two fat-titted sluts titfight so we can see whose breasts are the best. We moved to shallower water so that both girls could touch bottom. They squeezed each other tight their massive tits mushrooming out. Lisa was holding me from behind, fingering my wet pussy. I turned around so that our tits were mashed together too both of us biting wildly at each other.

 

Michelle came over. "Can I fuck Lisa now Cindy?"

 

"Of course!" They went at it, her jet-black hair tangled with Lisa's white hair. I grabbed Steph from behind, shoving three fingers up into her tight pussy. My free hand was twisting her hard pink nipples, watching as Lisa sat up on the edge of the pool so that Michelle could really eat her cunt. I pushed a finger up deep into Steph's butthole, prompting her to moan a little louder.

 

"You want my whole hand in you baby?"

 

"Oh fuck yeah! Stretch out my cunt!"

 

I pushed Steph up next to the wall of the pool and spread her legs. Slowly and deliberately I worked my fingers up inside her pussy until finally, aided by the warm water, my entire hand disappeared inside her. Steph was thrashing and moaning as the other girls took turns diving under the water to bite at her muscular ass.

 

Lisa was in a total fuck-frenzy. "Do me baby!"

 

I grabbed her in a chokehold from behind and pulled her under the water. It took what seemed like forever before she grabbed my boob. I pulled her up, spluttering and sank my teeth into her neck, chewing gently. Michelle was under the water for an impressively long time eating her cunt.

 

I felt someone grabbing my pussy under the water. Pulling my hand out of Steph I turned around to see Lauren. I just grabbed her and kissed her, pretty savagely. She did not pull back; she wrapped her legs around my waist and reached over to grab Lisa by the hair. She pulled her in, sucking Lisa's lounge into her mouth.

 

Lauren's boobs were a nice handful, just a bit smaller than mine or Lisa's. What stood out was her very large, very dark brown nipples. They just begged to be eaten. Lauren's brown eyes went wide when Lisa pushed a finger up in her butt and I grabbed at her pussy, pushing two fingers in her. The two of us worked her over, driving her to orgasm with a series of short, sharp breaths.

 

"Wow. Lee told me you girls were good and she was not fucking lying."

 

"How do you know Lee?"

 

"I was friends with Anitra before I even knew you girls; I first fucked her in the 8^th grade. Annie introduced me to Lee." She whispered in my ear, "We need to fight."

 

"Anytime you want it baby, as rough as you want it."

 

We were exhausted. Katherine would be back soon, so it was time to get dressed. We hung out in the pool house watching The Blues Brothers yet again. I love that movie, but I love the music even more. Michelle and Lauren were on the floor finger-fucking each other, Steph was sandwiched between Gena and Rita's tits, biting at each massive breast. That left Lisa and I on the couch. Lisa was leaned up against me while I played with her hair.

 

"I guess this is what living in a lesbian commune would be like," Lisa was looking up at me with a dreamy look on her face.

 

"I think I would be so sore after a while I'd have to give up sex." We both giggled.

 

It was two weeks until prom and, as Janet had predicted, Cohn and her Bitch Army were losing their shit. Lauren and I played our part, carrying around copies of Teen Vogue, Seventeen, and Teen People. I went as far as wearing lip gloss sometimes (it felt gross). The Bitches were no doubt feeding all this to Cohn; she was present more often in the cafeteria and seemed to appear whenever I was in the library waiting for Lisa to get done with Student Council.

 

I was sitting at a table, looking at prom dress photos in Teen Vogue, and really trying hard not to vomit, when Cohn suddenly grabbed the magazine from my hands.

 

"You can't be reading this. I'll take it now."

 

I looked up at her, trying to use the same sickly-sweet, disgusting expression Janet would use. "Well, please give it back to Mrs. Stillwell (the librarian), it's the library's copy." In that moment I thought she was going to slap me, but I think she noticed people (some of whom were my friends) were watching her. She stormed out, throwing the magazine on the library desk as she left. Two days later Michelle told me all those magazines were gone from the library. We had a good laugh over that one.

 

I did still need a dress. As I had feared mom's tastes in these things were very much mired in the 1970's, she took me to store after store to try on what to me were truly hideous dresses. I either looked like an office girl in a 1980's sitcom or a total slut. Janet started bringing her camera just to document the sheer horror of it all. It was Janet (will wonders never cease?) who finally noticed a nice one. I tried it on and I thought it fit me nicely. It was black with a high, vaguely Asian-style collar (like several that Lisa owned) and was slit almost up to my butt. I took Lisa to see it, since she would insist we look good together and she approved. Lisa took me to Victoria's Secret to buy some suitable panties to wear with it so I could show off my legs without showing anyone my pussy. Her would be in a similar style but a deep red color. Of course, we would have complementing high-tops. We had to maintain our brand.

 

Thankfully mom listened to me when I told her not to argue with Ron and Ben about decorating the shop. She and the other ladies did as they were told and Ben did let me know he appreciated the help. Everything was ready to go.

 

Our queer prom would be the same night as the school prom. We had friends who planned on going to both of them so we would get to see all our friends. The day of the big event Rita came to my house to help me get ready. I did lick her pussy some, but there wasn't time for a proper fucking. Rita did my hair up in an elaborate, twisted bun. She assured me the eye makeup was the most waterproof she could find (sure in the knowledge this would be a big night for Weepy Lesbian Girl) and she finished me off with some dark, almost black, lipstick. I was goth before goth was a thing (at least in small-town Illinois).

 

She brought me upstairs and mom was out of her mind. She had dad taking photos of me from every angle like I was Cindy Crawford; I was sure that copies would be sent to pretty much every living relative around the world. Mom and Janet did not approve of my black high-tops, but Janet even admitted I looked like "A hot Wednesday Addams." Unlike last year there was no sneaking out in the Yellow Submarine. Lisa's dad had told me he had prepared a surprise for us and I was dying to know what it was. Dad was looking out the front window when I heard him give a loud "Ha!"

 

"Oh my dear god. I wish my dad was here to see this! "I looked out in our driveway and there was an enormous green car pulling in. Lisa's dad had reached out to a friend of his who was a car collector and his friend had come through. Lisa's mom and dad were in the front seat and Lisa was in the back seat of a (as my dad explained to me) a 1930 Lincoln Model L touring car. It even had the old-school OOOOOO-gaaaa horn! There in the middle seat were Gena and Brian. They would put in an appearance at school, but Gena had announced (and Brian did not argue) that they would spend the evening supporting us. I could feel Weepy Lesbian Girl getting ready for her close-up.

 

I watched as Lisa walked up to the front door. I opened the door and she had a flower for me. Here came Weepy Lesbian Girl. I got a hold of myself and dad took 3 more rolls of film, even getting some of Gena and Brian. I had dad take some with my camera too since it was loaded with black & white film.

 

In the final act of Operation Mind-fuck we drove by the school, slowing down so we could wave to people. Cohn actually looked sad when we didn't stop, I'm sure she had armed guards ready to take us down if we got out of the car. We cruised downtown, waving at people like we were part of a royal procession. The car had no sound system, but Gena had her portable stereo and as well pulled up she played, you guessed it dear reader, "Storybook Love." It was a scene worth of a John Hughes movie.

 

Ben had put out a literal red carpet. We walked in, being cheered by the incredible nerds I work with and some of Lisa's dance students, all of whom gave her flowers. Weepy Lesbian Girl was in her element.

 

It was a wonderful evening, we were with our true friends and we had a wonderful time. Steph and Michelle both came later with some very confused looking guys as did Lauren and a guy I vaguely knew. She was in all black leather with knee high leather boots and a black leather top that actually pushed her boobs up a bit.

 

"Oh god, you look incredible!" I was just looking, Lisa was all but feeling her up. Gil (the guy) seemed to take it all in stride. I liked him already.

 

"I raided my mom's closet, she was quite the party girl 20 years ago."

 

"I can see that!" I whispered in her ear, "You and Gil fucking?"

 

Lauren laughed. "Nah, we've been friends since elementary school. I think he wanted to check out the hot girls here. He may also be gay." The last bit brought forth a snorting giggle.

 

Lisa, who was holding my hand tight, and I both laughed.

 

Lisa and I were dancing, she was leading as usual. Our boobs were mashed tight and it was all I could do to not just grab her butt and start squeezing.

 

Just like the year before several guys asked Lisa to dance. Mostly they were our gay theater friends; but a couple were college-age guys who clearly had never danced with a girl before, certainly not a goddess like Lisa. They were all extremely gracious. My surprise came when Lauren's friend Gil asked me to dance.

 

"Really?" I was a bit shocked.

 

He smiled, "Yeah."

 

I did my best but without Lisa guiding me I am not at all graceful and really had no idea what the hell I was doing.

 

"So I've seen you around at school. My name's Gilbert Mendoza." He already knew what my next question was going to be. "Ms Mendoza at school is my mom's older sister."

 

I laughed. "You get that a lot?"

 

"Oh, so very, very much. Anyway, I have a question for you; would you like to help me work on the truck I bought at Christmas? I am told you are good with cars and especially with audio systems."

 

"Sure." I adopted my best Don Corleone voice, "Now the time may come when I will ask you for a favor in return."

 

Gil laughed out loud. "You like The Godfather too?"

 

"Yeah, Lee's dad turned me on to it."

 

"He's a very cool guy."

 

"So what did you get?"

 

"A 1960 Dodge W200 Power Wagon. It's a beast of a truck, my mom hates it. It runs, but just barely so any help you could give me would be appreciated."

 

"I bet my dad and my granddad would love to see this thing. Sure, I'll help you once school is out. So, you and Lauren aren't a thing?"

 

"No. We've been friends forever, besides I think she's way more interested in you than in me, sexually speaking. I wouldn't do anything to jeopardize our friendship."

 

"You are wise beyond your years Gilbert Mendoza. I like you. Welcome to the crew of The Revenge."

 

"Thank you, I think."

 

Lisa swept in and gathered me up, she was having the time of her life.

 

"I know you think I look nice in this dress but it's really uncomfortable baby."

 

She kissed me. "Hush. Put up with it for a little while, I want to show you off to these other girls, let them know who you belong to. I promise when we get back to my house I will make it up to you."

 

There were lots of photos taken at the shop as well. Ron had arranged for a friend of his, who was a retired fashion photographer from Chicago who had worked for Vogue back in the 1970's, to get proper pictures of everyone. He was the most flamboyant gay man our little town had probably ever seen; he wore a purple velvet suit with a matching hat and he also had long, white hair (his was due to age). I felt very honored that he let me use his camera, a big medium format rig, to get some photos of him and Lisa. They looked amazing together with their matching shining white hair. I talked with him for a few minutes about my epiphany at the Art Institute; he told me to let him know when I would be in Chicago again so that he and I could have an afternoon taking pictures. He was of course overjoyed when I told him I would be bringing my lovely model along.

 

Lisa's dad came by to pick us up in the same big green Lincoln. Once again we passed by the school and I could see Cohn glaring at us as we waved and he gave a mighty "aaaa-OOOOOOO-gaaaa" on the horn. Gena and Brian went on home and Lisa and I went down to change.

 

 

Thanks to all my readers who have made it thus far. For the curious, yes, I once did get to ride in a Lincoln touring car. My grandfather was grand marshal of a parade and my girlfriend and I rode with him. He was overjoyed that he lived long enough to see the two of us eventually get married years later. I love hearing from you (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider donating to Nifty at https://donate.nifty.org