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)