It was hard being queer in a small town in the 1990's. While I was fortunate, like our heroine, to have good friends, a girlfriend who loved me, and reasonably supportive parents there were many young people who lived and suffered in silence. The trauma of our younger years really affects our lives later on.

 

Once again this is a work of fiction that has been inspired by true events. It involves excited, loving, and very consensual sex with high school girls. There are some darker events, just like life, but our characters come through them ok.

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Part 18 -- The End of Another Year and a Sudden Loss

 

Monday I was walking on air. It had been a glorious weekend, but I had this sinking feeling that we were going to pay a price for our happiness. I was right. As I walked in from the parking lot I saw Cohn standing in the doorway.

 

"My office Miss Manning, now!"

 

It was only through sheer force of will that I held it together. Walking through the halls I could see The Bitches pointing at me and laughing. I looked straight ahead. If I was going down, I was going to go down like a true pirate queen. Entering the office, I turned to look at her.

 

"I want to call my parents."

 

"No. They can't help you."

 

What Cohn didn't know was that I didn't say it for her benefit. I said it loud enough that Rita, who had been following behind us, heard it. As I was sat down in her office I saw Rita on her phone. We had talked about this; she would call my parents and Lisa's (I was sure she would be joining me) and she would call her parents too. I just hoped it worked.

 

I sat in that uncomfortable plastic chair for what seemed hours before Lisa was brought in. I could tell she was trying as hard as she could not to cry. Pirate Queens don't cry in the face of the enemy.

 

Cohn came in and shut the door.

 

"You two think you are so cute, don't' you? You thought no one would notice that you had your disgusting little party with those two faggots? Well, we did. You demeaned a sacred part of America. You mocked a beautiful rite of passage for your unnatural relationship. Well, guess what? That ends now. This is the end for both of you."

 

It was like being threatened by Darth Vader, if Lord Vader's voice had changed to that of the Church Lady on Saturday Night Live. The stress got to me; I laughed. Bad move.

 

"You think this is funny missy? You think I'm kidding?"

 

I heard Lisa's intake of breath. "We did nothing to break the rules of the school. We never set foot on school property." Rita's dad was right, she would make a good lawyer.

 

"You think this is about rules you little freak? This is about morality. This is about normal people living normal lives!"

 

About that time, I heard my dad's voice. "Where is my daughter! I demand to see her! Now!"

 

My dad rarely yelled. I remember a few times when Rob messed up bad, but he had never yelled at me or Janet. He was angry, but it was clearly righteous anger. The head secretary opened the door. She also gave me a quick wink, cold it she was on our side! I took some comfort in knowing that this was not going to go down in silence. In came my parents, Lisa's parents, Rita's mom, and Katherine. Our parents were clearly mad, and it was a really good thing that we had decided not kept this situation from them. Rita's mom was wearing a suit that probably cost as much as a good used car. Katherine was all in black; black jacked, black top, black skirt, and knee-high black boots. The only way she could have looked more badass would have been if she was wearing full samurai armor and carrying two swords.

 

Katherine looked down at us with a very thin smile. I was so glad she was on our side because that was a really dangerous smile.

 

She spoke very quietly. "A warrior must remain calm at all time, even in the face of danger."

 

It was in that moment that I knew we would win.

 

Rita's mom did the talking. "OK, let's cut the shit. You and I both know these girls violated no school rules, no board policies were broken. It's clear you don't like these girls and what their love represents and that's your business. It's a free country, you're allowed to be a narrow-minded bitch if you want to. It's a sad life, but that's your call."

 

Wow. She was not holding back.

 

"So here it how this is going to go down. These girls are going to leave this office and go to class. Assuming they do not break any of the written rules of the school (she put a hard emphasis on `written') they will not suffer any repercussions for being in love with each other. You can follow the rules and we can behave like civilized people. If, however, you want to be a petty, bigoted tyrant you can try. But if you try that then I promise you by all that my people (Rita's mom's family was from a First Nation, what we here call Indians, in Canada) consider holy that I will come down on you like a hammer in the fist of God's right hand. You know who I am. You know who my husband is. You know that we do not bluff. We have faced far scarier people than you and you do not scare me at all. Did you get all that Ms Nettleford?"

 

"Yes ma'am. I'll have transcript prepared."

 

Cohn was silent. Finally she spoke, "This is not over. Please get out of my office. You girls go to class and do not speak of this."

 

Fat chance of that. I really wanted to say something really bitchy, but I thought better of it and besides I'm not as good at it as Janet is. Lisa and I walked out holding hands. Lisa went to math and I went to my photo class. To my utter surprise my friends in the class stood up and applauded.

 

My teacher, Ms Eigen, smiled at me. "One does not mess with the Dread Pirate Roberts."

 

In that moment, I felt like I was a fucking superhero.

 

At lunch Lisa told me when she went to choir everyone stood up and started singing "We Are the Champions." We managed to keep Weepy Lesbian Girl offstage but from that day forward we knew we had allies, friends we never knew we had. That woman was not going to stop us!

 

I had gotten my prom photos back; Cornelius' artistry was obvious. There was one of the two of us in kind of a hazy soft focus that was right of a magazine cover. I put that up in my locker just to spite Cohn along with a black and white image of the two of us showing off our legs standing on the running boards of the big Lincoln. I resolved to stay in touch with Cornelius, I could learn stuff from him.

 

Lisa had auditioned for Theater in the Park's production of A Funny Thing Happened on the Way to the Forum; she got the role of Gymnasia, one of the prostitutes. She was eager to practice being a sex manic with me and I looked forward to this.

 

It was sad to be saying goodbye to Gena, I had so enjoyed playing with her glorious tits for the past two years. She and Brian we both going to Southern Illinois, so we would see how their relationship would fare when Gena had a far bigger selection of girls to fuck.

 

Graduation was another event starring Weepy Lesbian Girl. We went to many parties, Lisa and I on our best behavior, saying goodbye to our friends. You may wonder, dear reader, about the almost complete lack of tales of drugs and alcohol in our story. It's not that those things weren't present; I just didn't get invited to those parties. Early on, back when I was with Melinda, I had decided that since I was going to be breaking enough social norms by being a lesbian I would be well-served to not have my parents and teachers sniffing around looking for evidence of me getting high or drunk. There was also my incredibly restricted world (at least until my coming out) imposed on my by our church; drinking just never was on my radar. Yes, we did sometimes sneak some wine from the wine cellar at Rita's, and a few times some Black Velvet whisky (made in her mom's hometown) but that was pretty much it.

 

About a week after school got out we were at Rita's. Katherine was hard at work studying for her last exams in law school so we hardly saw her; that meant we could swim naked. Lisa and I loved biting on Rita's big tits and she loved fingering us, so it was a great afternoon. As we floated nude in the warm water, still trying for the 3-way kiss Rita came up for air.

 

"So, how would you girls like to go with me to a baseball game? My dad's firm has a set of season tickets for the White Sox and no one is using them next Wednesday."

 

I held on tight to Lisa. "Well you know I want to go, how about you baby?"

 

Lisa gave my boob a squeeze, "Of course I want to be there with you sweetie."

 

I looked at Rita. "How many seats are there?"

 

"I think there's 12. You two, me, and Katherine would make four. Mom and Carolina might come as well, they're not sure yet."

 

"Would it be OK if I invited my Granddad and my Aunt Carla? They are both big Sox fans too."

 

"I think that would be fun!"

 

With that we went back into the pool house, Lisa and I showing our appreciation by simultaneously eating Rita's pussy. We were slurping loudly, our tongues diving in deep to her almost hairless cunt, not slowing down even when her orgasm racked her chubby body. She fucked me with her nipples while Lisa sat on my face then we switched places, so I got to sit on my baby's pretty face and watch Rita's use her big boob to fuck her silly.

 

By this point mom and dad trusted Katherine completely. Dad had commented that he could totally see Katherine being a supervillain, and a scary one at that, in the next Bond film. He wasn't wrong. I called Granddad and Aunt Carla and they were excited to go as well, neither had been to a game in the new park yet.

 

We left early that morning and headed north on the interstate. Katherine said she wanted to stop in a special place for lunch, Rita and her mom clearly knew this place, but Lisa and I were in the dark. Where we went was a small Jamaican restaurant in Calumet City that was run by Katherine's grandmother and aunt, the women who had basically raised her. Rita and her mom were greeted with massive hugs. We got the same treatment when Katherine introduced us as "two amazing young women". Praise from her goes a long way.

 

I have always enjoyed spicy food, probably because my mother has no concept of spices. I like Mexican and Cajun food, such as we had in our little town, and Lisa had turned me on to spicy Chinese food; but Jamaican jerked chicken was some next level stuff. I truly thought the top of my damn head was going to come right off; I was guzzling water, but it didn't really help. Lisa's face was bright pink, and she was doing her best to chew with her mouth closed. It made for quite the scene in the Port Royal Café as two downstate white girls ran headlong into the all of the spices of the Caribbean. That said it was really, really good. I looked around the restaurant, taking in the décor. There was lots of pseudo-tropical images of birds and colorful flowers, but I did notice two photos on the wall. One was of Bob Marley, him I recognized from numerous album covers at the store. The other was an obviously very old photo of a man in uniform standing in front of a stone wall.

"Who is that man?" I asked Katherine's grandmother (she insisted that Lisa and I call her `Gran Zippy' like Rita did. Her name was Zipporah).

 

"That is my grandfather, Winston Nettleford. He fought in the first world war as part of the West India Regiment in the British army. That photo was taken in front of the walls of Jerusalem; he was always so proud that he had the opportunity to see the holy city with his own eyes. Next to it is the certificate he was given commending him for bravery in combat that was signed by King George the fifth."

 

Lisa and I were both quiet in our appreciation.

 

"It was his example that led me to join the Marines when I graduated high school." Katherine looked at the photo wistfully, clearly she knew this story well.

 

Her aunt Bella beamed with pride. "We are very proud of our Katherine, and the whole Jamaican community here in Chicago is as well. I hope you girls we be here for the party when she officially becomes a lawyer. There will be lots of food and some good reggae too."

 

"We will do our best to be here. Katherine is an amazing woman." I was amused to see that I may have embarrassed her a little. I'm not the only one who had trouble taking compliments it seems.

 

Granddad and Aunt Carla met us at the stadium. Granddad was really excited, he had not been to a game since the new park was built (that was the game I had gotten to see too). Also joining us was Rita's half-sister Carolina, looking (as she always did) like she had just stepped off the cover of Glamour.

 

Our seats were amazing. We were right behind the home dugout in the second row. I was wearing the jersey I had gotten several years ago; it was Carlton Fisk's #72 (a fellow catcher). Lisa quite liked the fact that the jersey was now noticeably tight in the boobs. We were there early enough that I actually got to meet Fisk and he autographed a ball for me. Granddad was terribly excited that on the field, at least for batting practice was one of the team's greatest players of all time, Minnie Miñoso. He actually came over and talked to us (he was an incredibly gracious man) and he and granddad laughed as granddad tried to carry on a conversation in some very halting Spanish (he had taken some classes at the library).

 

As we were waiting for the game to start I gave granddad and Aunt Carla copies of the photo dad took of Lisa and I posed with the car at prom. Granddad was very quiet for a bit.

 

"You girls look so amazing." Here he leaned forward so Lisa could see him too, "I am so proud of you two; you have stood tall in the face of some terrible storms and come through them with dignity." We both hugged him and he quickly wiped a tear away, trying hard to keep us from seeing it. Aunt Carla announced her copy would go up on the wall at her house.

 

It was great game; the Sox beat the Royals 7-3. Frank Thomas hit a high pop foul which I caught barehanded (Ouch!). He signed that ball for me, so now I had two; when the Sox came up in the bottom of the inning Fisk looked over at me and nodded ever so slightly. I think he was acknowledging I made a good catch; I was so proud. Sadly, Lisa and I never got on the kiss-cam, we would have given them a proper show. After the game granddad took the train home, Carolina had a car pick her up and Carla drove back to Indiana. We all loaded up into the Suburban for the long drive home. Lisa and I were cuddled up in the back seat playing with each other's boobs. Rita was sound asleep, otherwise she would have joined us. When we got back to my house my parents were already asleep, so Lisa and I went downstairs.

 

Lisa looked over at me, smiling at she wriggled out of her panties. "You want to wrestle? Nothing too rough tonight, I just want to feel your skin on mine."

 

"You know I'm always up for that baby. You want to just make it a sexfight and see who comes first?"

 

"Sure."

 

We started on our knees, one hand on the other's shoulder, the other cupping her pussy. Within moments we were rolling on the floor, a tangle of naked arms and leg. There was, of course, lots of biting and as hard as tried to avoid them I wound up with my neck between her strong legs. She gave a good squeeze, but I didn't submit until my vision started to go blurry. I gripped her hip as she sat on my face; my tongue slid up inside her, swirling inside her wet pussy. Her orgasm wasn't a total gusher, but my hair was pretty wet none the less. I grabbed her naked body and wrapped my legs around her waist as I sat on the floor. I got her in a nice chokehold, luxuriating in her naked body struggling against mine. I let go and got on my hands and knees, so she could eat my pussy from behind. As always, she didn't neglect my butthole either. We went to bed happy and exhausted.

 

At breakfast mom fed us piles of French toast (Lisa was so happy); French toast is one of the few things mom does well. Dad made us give a play by play description of the game. He was quite impressed by my two signed baseballs; I was going to go to the hobby shop on my way to work and get holders for them. Janet was playing with the Youth Symphony, so I would go by after the record store closed to pick up her and Rhonda and take them home.

 

By the time the store closed it was raining kind of hard. The symphony practiced at the school, so I pulled up as close as I could to the door, so Janet could get her cello into the Yellow Submarine. She jumped in the front seat and Rhonda got in the back seat with her French horn.

 

"We're just stuck with you tonight? Where's Lisa?"

 

"She's at dance practice for the show." We drove along toward Rhonda's house; it was slow going because the rain was now quite heavy, and we seemed to catch every red light. The light turned green, the car in front of us went and we followed. What comes next is a blur.

 

I remember Janet, or maybe Rhonda, screaming "Look out!" or something like that, followed by a deafening BANG and the car spinning around. I don't remember how long I sat there but I do remember wondering why my face was all sticky. It turned out I had hit my head was bleeding like mad. Janet was laid over on me and I could see Rhonda laying in the back seat with her eyes closed. Suddenly the driver's door opened, and a man was asking me if I was OK. I don't remember what I said. He owned the liquor store on the corner and he called the police. They were there in a few minutes along with the paramedics.

 

They got us out of the car and into the ambulance and took us to the hospital. I was a bit more clear headed now so, even though the nurse would not let me stand up, I did call my parents. Mom went into complete hysterics, so I am sure dad drove them to the hospital. They also, as I learned later, called Rhonda's family and they called Lisa. Lisa go to the hospital first but since she wasn't immediate family they didn't let her back into the ER to see me. When mom and dad got there, they brought her with them, mom being most forceful in her statement that Lisa was family too. Lisa took one look at the three of us and almost fell to her knees on the floor, crying. She held it together just enough that the nurse let her stay. They let Rhonda and I go home but they kept Janet overnight for observation; mom stayed with her. Lisa came home with me and pretty much sat up on the couch all night refusing to let go of me.

 

The next day word was out. Janet came home that afternoon and there was a steady stream of friends coming to check on us. I got to be the one to tell Janet that her cello has been destroyed in the crash. That brought on a bout of wailing that put Weepy Lesbian Girl to shame. I also had to go to the police station to give a statement as to what happened so dad went with me. Lisa went too, refusing to leave my side.

 

Lisa was fussing over me, "I called Rita and let her know what happened. I think her dad is going to meet us at the police station. Listening to the officers last night at the hospital it sounds like the other driver has a very different story about what happened."

 

"Dammit!" Dad hardly ever swore. "I guess if there is a time for a ruthless lawyer now is a good time. I still don't particularly like him," here he looked over at me, "But you do and say what he tells you to."

 

"Yes dad."

 

Sure enough when we arrived there was Mr. Graff and the ever-present Katherine. Katherine looked me over before acknowledging the staff at the hospital had done an acceptable job taking care of me.

 

Mr. Graff got right to business. "OK, I am here to represent the girls if you are ok with that." My dad nodded, and Katherine handed him her clipboard with a form for him to sign. "From here on Cindy I am your legal representative. You talk to no one unless I am present. You understand?"

 

"Yes sir," very quietly.

 

"Good. Now before we go in tell me what happened, as best as you can remember."

 

So I went through what I remembered; by the end I was shaking pretty good. Lisa was holding my hand tight, trying hard to not to be Weepy Lesbian Girl's co-star.

 

He only interrupted me once. "So that I am clear, there was a car ahead of you that went through the green light first?"

 

"Yes."

 

He looked up, "Make sure that is in the notes Katherine."

 

"Yes sir."

 

"OK, I will come to your house later this week to get a statement from your sister, once she is up to it and I am relatively sure your mother will not tear me limb from limb." Here he smiled a little, acknowledging how protective mom was about us girls. "Katherine and I will also get statements from the store owner and from your friend Rhonda. Now, try not to be scared. You concern yourself with telling the truth, let me take care of making sure they treat you fairly."

 

Lisa got up to come with us, but Katherine put a hand on her shoulder. "I'm sorry dear, you'll have to wait out here. We will be done soon; don't worry, Mr. Graff and I will take good care of Cindy." Lisa was not happy, but she knew the futility of arguing with Katherine.

 

The police officer seemed taken aback by the number of people in the room. She clearly knew Mr. Graff was because she immediately called her sergeant to be in there too. She seemed to be afraid of Katherine (smart woman) so she was very business-like about everything. I told my story and I noticed she also asked me about the car in front of us; I was realizing that detail was important.

 

Dad took me and Lisa home. Janet was downstairs watching TV so we joined her. Lisa sat in the middle, so she could hold on to both of us. She very much looked upon Janet (and Rhonda) as her little sisters and, I suspect, had anyone tried to mess with either of them she would respond in a way that might well frighten Katherine. Lisa was an utter sweetheart, but with the soul of a Klingon warrior-woman.

 

Lisa went home that night. I was way too sore for sex, so she let me sleep. The next morning the doorbell rang. Mom and dad were at work, so I answered to let Janet stay on the couch.

 

"You Cynthia Manning?"

 

"I'm from the insurance company representing the person you hit with your car. I need to get your statement for the claim."

I was dumfounded. Me? Hit the other car? I was about to tear into this ass when I remembered what Mr. Graff said. I grabbed one of his business cards from the table by the door.

 

"You need to contact our attorney about this." Dad had told me Mr. Graff was also representing Rhonda and her family.

 

"Oh, you don't need a lawyer, you can just talk to me now and we'll get this settled young lady."

 

"Please contact Mr. Graff to set that up," and with that I closed the door. I was pleased with myself that I did not slam it.

 

I immediately called Rita's house. Katherine answered the phone and I told her what happened. Her voice barely changed but I could tell this guy was in serious danger of his head winding up on a pike.

 

"You did the correct thing Cindy. I will relay this to Mr. Graff, he is not going to be pleased." I think that was her way of saying he is going to be pissed as hell. "Call your father and tell him what happened, I will call Rhonda's family and inform them."

 

I called dad at work. He was pissed beyond words, especially that this person tried to talk to me (and I assume would have talked to Janet) without him or mom present.

 

"You did the right thing Cindy. I think you should call one of your friends to come over so you girls aren't in the house by yourself."

 

I called Lisa's house, but she was teaching one of her dance classes. I called back and talked to Rita and after, I assume, a conversation with Katherine she was on her way.

 

Rita gave me a huge kiss when she came in the door and we just hugged for a while, her hands down my sweats grabbing my ass, my rubbing against her big tits.

 

She gave Janet a hug too, but a much less lesbian one.

 

"It has been a long time since I have seen my dad so pissed. Just from the way she was walking I could tell Katherine was mad, but dad was yelling at everyone from God on down. When I left he was on the phone to the insurance company; I think they are in for a world of hurt."

 

Janet perked up a little. "So what happens now?"

 

"Here's how I think it will go down. Dad will put in a claim on behalf of you, Cindy, and Rhonda for your hospital bills, Cindy's car, your cello, and Rhonda's French horn; plus money for what's called pain and suffering. I think this will all happen pretty fast because when he's this mad people are afraid of him and just want him to go away. Right now even Katherine is being careful."

 

"Holy shit! Remind me to never piss off your dad."

 

"You saw mom in Cohn's office, she's scarier than dad."

 

"Yeah, she was intense."

 

Janet got up. "I'm going to go upstairs and lay down. You two do whatever it is you do when my innocent eyes aren't around."

 

Rita giggled. Janet wasn't even half way up the stairs before she had my sweats off and soon enough her face was in my hairy twat, her tongue swirling around my clit. She got two orgasms from me, one with her tongue and one with her nipple. When the doorbell rang it was Lisa, who had her top off before she got down the stairs. She sat in my lap, so I could hold her and suck on her nipples while Rita fingered my pussy. We were laying on the couch when we heard Janet upstairs; we managed to be dressed when she got downstairs.

 

"God almighty! Are all lesbians as insatiable as you three are?"

We all blushed, and Janet giggled. We were watching Ghostbusters when mom got home from work. Mom made spaghetti for dinner (she can make a decent red sauce if you add enough garlic powder and red pepper flakes to it) and Rita and Lisa had dinner with us. Mom and dad were livid that the insurance guy tried to pull a fast one on me and they were proud of me for keeping my cool.

 

Mom sighed. "I think giving Ferdinand Graff 20% of the claim payout is a fair deal for letting him deal with these jerks."

 

I looked at Rita.

 

"It's called contingency. Whatever you collect he will get 20%; he's not doing all this for free. Normally it's 30% so you are getting a `Friends of my daughter discount."

 

I looked at mom and dad. "So what about our stuff and the car?"

 

Dad patted my hand. "We'll rent a cello for Janet until we get the money to get her a new one. The same will go with Rhonda's family for her French horn. As for your car, maybe your friends can take you shopping to see what is out there. The old car, and I know you loved it Cindy, wasn't worth much, but we will find you something to get your through high school and off to college."

 

OK, this I could deal with. I like looking at cars and Rita sees shopping as a sporting event. Lisa would drive since there was no way she wasn't going. The next morning Lisa came and got me, the doctor said I couldn't drive until my concussion cleared up. We picked up Rita and Lauren to complete the shopping posse.

 

"Hey Lauren, can we go to your friend Gil's house? I want to see this truck I agreed to help him with."

 

"Sure."

 

Gil's mom answered the door; you could certainly tell she was our English teacher's sister. She seemed a bit surprised that there were four girls on her front porch wanting to talk to her son.

 

Gil was happy to see us, I mean who wouldn't be happy to see four hotties waiting for them.

 

"You here to see the truck?" His mom sighed in a really exasperated way. He led us to a storage building behind the house (they lived outside of town). We stared at it, mouths agape. It was something right out of a war movie like The Longest Day or A Bridge Too Far. It was a dark green color with the wheels exposed. Gil climbed up in the cab and started it up; the truck rattled to life filling the shed with choking blue smoke. He was right, it ran but just barely.

 

Covering my mouth and nose with my t-shirt I waved up at him, "We got it! Shut it off for God's sake!" He shut it down and the engine rattled into silence.

 

"Yeah, we got our work cut out for us Gil. You get the parts and I'll help you out; hopefully I'll have my assistant Lisa with me."

 

Lisa grabbed my butt and squeezed, "You can't manage anything without your Lusty Wench." Her smile was a hungry one.

 

"You know it baby." I gave her a proper kiss; to his credit it didn't faze Gil at all.

 

Thus began our day of scouring used car lots to see what was out there. Some of the sales guys just ignored us, others were disgustingly condescending, and one was pretty much propositioning us. We left that place fast. We actually drove all the way over to Decatur looking at cars; I had a spiral notebook with me keeping track of what we saw. It was fun just being out with my friends after all I had been through.

 

We kept going the next day. Lisa was clearly on a mission, she was determined to find me a car and that car was going to be one that, in her words, would be more comfortable to fuck in than the Yellow Submarine. We went to car lots in Champaign, Danville, and even over into Indiana to Terre Haute. This time Michelle and Steph came with us, so we had some different perspectives. I did see one I liked; it was a 5-year-old Jeep Cherokee. I didn't really need the four-wheel drive but the big back end gave Lisa a chance to pose most seductively. I decided this would be the one I would take my dad to see and determine if we could afford it.

 

Janet and I both went to the doctor later in the week. She checked me over and decided my brain was as unscrambled as it was going to get, and so I could drive again. That didn't mean much since I had no car, I would have to ride my bicycle to the record store until I had another car. Janet got her stitches out; the doctor said she might have a little scar but that her hair would mostly hide it.

 

"I think it makes you look dashing and dangerous."

 

"Be quiet! You lesbians don't know shit!" Janet was feeling better, she was being bitchy to me again.

 

Sunday night Rita's dad called and talked to my parents. He wanted us, and Rhonda's family, to meet him at his house on Monday afternoon. I assumed this meant the insurance company was ready to settle; that would mean I was close to replacing my beloved Yellow Submarine and that it was time to start scouring the Crutchfield's catalog again.

 

It was the first time my parents and Janet had seen Rita's house. My dad gave a low whistle of appreciation when the gates opened for us.

 

"Well, he certainly has done well for himself." I don' think my dad would ever get past Mr. Graff's mob lawyer past but he would admit that Mr. and Mrs. Graff had been very supportive of me and Lisa.

 

Katherine met us at the door, again looking like a stone-cold killer. She took us to Mr. Graff's office which was on the far end of the house, far away from the pool house where we had so much fun. Janet ran over to give Rhonda a big hug, the two of them had been more injured than I had so I was glad to see them both doing better.

 

"OK folks, I want to start out by thanking you girls for being quite brave during all this, especially you Cindy. You did exactly the right thing when that guy came to your door. Ms Nettleford and I paid a visit to the claims office and explained to them how badly their claims adjustor," here he cleared his throat, "screwed up. Between their insured lying to the police about who had the green light and their attempt to intimidate teenage girls they were really backed into a corner and they did not want to take this to court. You girls, through your parents, will get money to pay your hospital bills, to replace your musical instruments. I've heard both you girls play so I made sure you did not have to settle for a used instruments. I got as much as I could to replace your car Cindy, but admittedly that was not a lot. I also got a settlement for your pain, suffering, and general annoyance at being forced to deal with this. In any case here's what the settlement would be." He passed sheets of paper to my parents and Rhonda's. I looked at the numbers and I am sure my eyes bugged out a bit. It was not one of those giant settlements you hear about in lawyer commercials, but it was a bigger number than I had ever seen with a dollar sign in front of it, even after Rita's dad took his cut. After all the bills were paid there would be enough left over to really help with Janet and I going to college.

 

"Mr. Graff, I want to thank you for everything you have done for these girls. I certainly think this is a generous settlement, I'm good with it." Dad actually stood up and shook Rita's dad's hand and Katherine's. They were certainly never going to be friends, but there was real respect there. Rhonda's parents were also happy with it so endless papers were signed. Katherine would go to the claims office to drop off our acceptances and collect the checks.

 

"And I do not plan on leaving the office until I get what I came for." I had no doubt they would move fast, being glared at by an unhappy samurai is unnerving.

 

We went home, and mom and dad went on to work. Around noon Lisa came by to get me to celebrate with lunch from the Jade Emperor. She asked Janet if she wanted to come but I shot her a look emphasizing I needed some alone time with my girlfriend. Amazingly, Janet got the message.

 

"I'll stay here, you two go enjoy an afternoon of Chinese food and sexual excess."

 

I was so glad mom and dad weren't home to hear that.

 

We were driving toward downtown when I grabbed Lisa's very nice thigh. "Before we go to the Jade Emperor I want to eat something else." My voice was quite husky.

 

"What's that baby?"

 

"I want to eat some pussy. Can you find me some delicious pussy to eat?"

 

Her answer was to start driving toward her house rather fast. Her mom and dad were at work, so we barely made it to the bedroom. I spread Lisa's sexy legs wide, exposing the white fur of her pussy with her pink clit and lips peeking out. I buried my face into her pussy, my tongue pushing hard inside her. I could feel her thighs tightening against my head, which made me tease her clit even more. After everything I had been through I wanted to drown in her juices and my baby did not disappoint. I was slurping up as much as I good, savoring her and the feeling of her strong thighs damn near crushing my head.

 

I was wet enough to slip out from between them and to get on top of her. Laying on top of her, nipples pressed together, I sucked her tongue into my mouth and began slowly rubbing my hairy pussy on hers. I worked slowly at first, but I built up speed. Finally, I reached my climax and fell right over the edge, my sexy lover not far behind.

 

We lay there, panting and holding each other tight. "I needed you so bad baby. I was so glad you were with me during all this."

 

"Hear this now my love, I will always come for you." My sweetie, always with a good Princess Bride quote. "You ready to get some actual food? A girl can't live on towering orgasms alone.

 

So off we went to the Jade Emperor. The moment we stepped through the door I was almost knocked off my feet by a high-speed little girl. Amanda let out a delighted squeal and wrapped her arms around my waist, holding on tight.

 

"Miss Cindy! I'm so glad you're ok! Miss Lisa was so worried about you! Po-Po, look, it's Lisa and Cindy!

 

Mrs. Tsing also gave me a hug, granted a much more decorous one. "I am so glad you and your sister and her friend are all OK. Amanda insisted we keep incense burning in front of the statue of Hotei for you the entire time you were recovering. What do you girls want to eat?"

 

I now knew enough to order intelligently. "I would like General Tso's chicken with crab rangoons and wonton soup." Lisa ordered Kung Pao beef, egg rolls, and hot and sour soup. We had become such a cosmopolitan couple, it was amazingly cute.

 

We sat facing each other in one of the red booths holding hands. Maybe I was becoming more sophisticated, but Mrs. Tsing still brought me a fork, just to be sure.

 

Lisa squeezed my hand tight, "I was so fucking scared when your mom called my house to tell my mom you had been in that accident. I was damn near hysterical when she said Janet and Rhonda were with you and that you were all hurt. Then I get to the hospital and the nurse won't let me see you. I was sitting there in the waiting room blubbering like an idiot when your mom and dad got there. Your mom got me up and gave me a big hug and told me, `You're family dear, you come with us'. I almost lost it again seeing you with the bandages on your head and Janet laying in the hospital bed; I managed to hold it together mostly because I didn't want to upset your mom any further."

 

"It was really scary," I reached across the table holding both of her hands, "I barely remember the crash and the ambulance ride. When I looked over at Janet and Rhonda and saw both of them bandaged up with all those machines hooked to them I totally lost it. I was so glad to see you and my parents so that I finally had someone to hold on to. I was sure it was all my fault and I just could not deal with that." I was trying my best to keep Weepy Lesbian Girl on her Crying Couch, but I could not prevent some tears from running down my face.

 

Mrs. Tsing brought our food over, with Amanda carrying the teapot. "When Lisa told us what had happened we were all scared, at least until we knew all you girls were OK. We did what we could here, and that meant making sure Lisa ate enough." She sounded so much like my mom. Her answer to stressful situations is to make sure people are so busy eating that they don't have time to stress out.

 

I put my hand on Amanda's shoulder, "Thank you for keeping the incense going. I will share that with Janet; I don't think she knows how many people were concerned about her." Amanda blushed bright red; she really liked being included in "Big Girl Things".

 

Happily full of delicious food we walked over to the coffee shop. Ben and Ron were just as happy to see me, both doing their best to crush the air out of me. I resolved to try my best to not cry because when either Lisa or I started crying both of our favorite old queens would immediately join us.

 

"Ron and I barely held it together when Lisa called to say you had been in an accident. You girls are like daughters to us, so the thought of something really bad happening to you was terrible to hear. We're so glad to see you here."

 

Lisa gave them both a big hug accompanied by her "Silly old bear." It was years later that we learned that in the gay community "bear" did not just mean Winnie the Pooh.

 

We sat curled up on the Crying Couch, holding each other tight and sipping our usual drinks while watching Mtv. I was captivated by the video for Garry Newman's "I Love LA".

 

"God, what an amazing place, I'd love to go there."

 

"You've never been?" Lisa's smile was kind of crooked.

 

"No, why?"

 

"Los Angeles is a huge city, way bigger than Chicago. This video is, I think, the picture of southern California held by people who live in places like here."

 

"I don't care. I still want to go."

 

"Someday babe, someday we will."

 

At home I showed my dad my notebook, I think he was impressed with my diligence. He agreed that the Jeep would not be a bad car for me so in the morning the whole family headed to Danville to look at it. My mom and Janet were not all that impressed with it. Janet did tell me it just screamed "Lesbian!" and that made me giggle. I had never watched my mom and dad tag-team a car salesman; it was epic. By the time they were done the price was only about $3000 more than I got for the Yellow Submarine. Many papers were signed, and we left the dealership with me driving a new, bright red Jeep. I had given much thought what I was going to call it (sorry, cars do not have gender) and, in part because its size, I hit upon "Red October". My dad and I had watched that movie on video and I really did like it. I decided to find "Red October" in Russian characters and have Rita paint on the tailgate.

 

I did two things when we got home. First, I called and ordered a new audio system from Crutchfield: 4 three-way speakers and a radio/cassette unit with digital tuning. I had debated getting a system with a CD player, but I decided I liked making mix tapes, recording to a CD was still years into the future. Second was putting down the back seat and making sure the blanket and the sleeping bag from the Yellow Submarine was in the back before I drove over to Lisa's.

"Ready to try the new car?"

 

Her answer was to wrap her arms around me and slide her hands down into my jeans and grab my ass. We drove to our park and parked in the back lot, back in the trees. We had not lost any speed in getting our clothes off, but I took my time getting into the Jeep, standing there naked, tit to tit, tongues swirling. Lisa pulled me into the back of the Jeep and pulled the tailgate closed behind us. Spreading my legs wide she slowly began gliding her tongue over my already wet pussy. My hands gripped her snow-white hair, holding her tight. We loved our new, roomier environment where we could be as loud as we wanted to be. There was even enough room for a 69 when the girl on top did bump her ass against the roof. I pushed my tongue into Lisa's lovely cunt and a finger into her butt. Lisa gave a high-pitched squeal as she orgasmed, my orgasm came seconds later.

 

We lay there under the blanket, holding each other. "So babe, you like the car?"

 

Her blue eyes were bright with desire. "I do. I have all sorts of ideas what we can do here." Lisa rolled me on my back and spread my legs wide with hers. Pressing her boob to my mouth, she began rubbing her warm pussy on mine. I wrapped my arms around her, sucking hard on her hard nipples. I could feel her grip tighten as I got close to another wild orgasm, my legs jerking wildly.

 

She looked down at me, "I think we could get a third girl in here, if she wasn't too tall."

 

"I like this plan."

 

I took her home and then drove home myself. Now it was a matter if waiting for my Crutchfield box to arrive.

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I hope you are enjoying this story. I am enjoying writing it, even if it sometimes brings up some hard memories. I was involved in a bad car crash in high school and it was really scary. I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to Nifty to keep this archive open (https://donate.nifty.org)