Our sexy protagonist is working her way through her senior year. I have no idea how many readers have stuck with me but know that I value all of you. The story deals with high school girls involved in exuberant sex in many combinations, but you know this alredy. It is a work of fiction, but I do not doubt that for my queer readers there will be resonances with their own experiences. That is certainly true for me.

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Part 21 -- Thornton Wilder and Parade Floats

 

Lauren and I spent a lot of time going over our lines in our own enjoyable sexual way. After we made it through the script we counted up how many times each of us had needed to be fed a line; that was how many swats you got on your bare ass and whoever needed fewer lines fed to her got her pussy eaten first. The first time we went through the script my ass got swatted 41 times compared to just 12 for Lauren. She gave my bright red ass a break by letting me lay on my stomach to lick her pussy. Lauren's pussy lips were very tight and tucked back in a bit, so I really had to work my tongue in quite deep (this was hardly a punishment). Sometimes she would sit on my face and sometimes she had me come from behind, so I would eat her pussy and her ass together. Sometimes our friends would join us. Lisa came whenever she could, Michelle was there a few times, Rita always dove-fucked us both (she couldn't help herself). The common thread to all this was that I was always the girl with the sore butt. In a way it wasn't surprising since I had more lines but over time I got better at remembering my part. I still liked the feel of a girl's hand on my bare ass.

 

Most of us were at the coffee shop for karaoke night. I was happy to let Lisa and Alecia do most of the singing while letting the other girls rub my still-tender butt. Michelle went out to grab something from her car and I was sitting happily, sipping my tea, and listening to Lisa singing "You'll Never Walk Alone" (it's one of her favorite songs). The shop went quiet when we heard shouting outside and, once again, my concern for my friends well-being overruled any good sense I might have. I ran out the door and headlong into a terrible sight. A guy, who I vaguely recognized from school, had Michelle by one arm. He had clearly already hit her once, she had the beginnings of a black eye.

 

"Kevin! Let me go!", Michelle was pretty much shrieking in panic.

 

"You're coming with me you little Asian slut! No one embarrasses me by going out with me one night and hanging out with the fucking lesbos the next night!" He didn't actually say "Asian", it was a word far worse that I to this day do not wish to use.

 

"Hey Asshole! Let her go!" I hoped my voice wasn't getting to squeaky. I glimpsed Lisa looking out the window, her face a mask of fear. "Get out the hell away from her! We're calling the police!" Lisa vanished from the window, I hoped she had gotten the message.

 

I maneuvered myself around, trying to get between this Kevin asshole and Michelle. I realized I was going to have to do something to make him let go of my friend, so when I saw an opportunity I kicked the side of his knee as hard as I could (like Katherine had told us to). He screamed and jumped back. I didn't take my eyes off him, but I did yell, "Michelle! Get inside and lock the door!" I hoped she was able to process what I had said. Now it was a matter of keeping enough distance between us while not letting him get between me and the door. I could see Steph standing by the door, I assumed she was ready to open it if I made a move toward it, but I just did not see an opening. The sound of approaching police sirens was one of the nicest things I had heard in a long time.

 

The police got there and got between us. Lisa opened the door and came out.

 

The cop yelled "Back inside miss!" but before she shut the door I yelled, "Call my parents and Rita's mom!" I figured having a lawyer present would not hurt.

 

The police talked to me, Michelle, and Kevin. Kevin was still yelling but I remained calm; Michelle was crying hard and shaking. The police said they would take Michelle and Kevin to the emergency room but that I would need to go to the station. I told them my parents would be coming as well as an attorney. That last one took them by surprise.

 

I got my first, and God willing, last ride in the back seat of a police car. I did not like it one bit. The officer was very polite to me, but she was all business. When we got to the station I saw my parent's car was there and Mrs. Graff's yellow Mercedes pulling in with considerable speed.

 

Mrs. Graff was all business, "I need a moment with my client officer." The officer walked a short distance back toward her car. "OK Cindy, real fast, tell me what happened." I recounted the story as best I could, I was shaking by now. "OK, let's go inside and find your mom and dad."

 

I can't say mom and dad were happy to be in the police station again. I was taken in to be questioned; my dad and Mrs. Graff came with me. This time it was clear they thought I might be the guilty party in all this. I was glad Mrs. Graff was there because they kept asking me the same questions over and over, and I really felt like they were trying to trip me up.

 

Finally Mrs. Graff had enough, "Is Miss Manning under arrest?"

 

"Not at this time."

 

"Then we are leaving and she is going home with her parents. My office will be in contact with you." She got up and walked out; dad and I followed her.

 

I was almost knocked off my feet when I was hugged by simultaneously by Lisa and Rita. Both of them had clearly been crying.

 

"Are you OK babe?" Lisa refused to let go of me.

 

"Sweetie, I need to breathe!" Lisa relaxed a little. "How is Michelle?"

 

Now Rita spoke up, "They took her to the hospital. Steph called her mom to meet them there."

 

"What about the asshole?"

 

"The police handcuffed him, I think he's under arrest."

 

Rita's mom was standing close by us, she put her hand on my shoulder, "I would say you are in the clear Cindy. I'm going to call the district attorney's office tomorrow and drop a big hint that this should be treated as a bias-motivated attack."

 

"I thought you said gay people don't have those protections?"

 

"Not yet. But my basis will be what he said about your friend being Asian. That does qualify as a bias motive under the law."

 

Damn but Rita's mom is smart.

 

Mom and dad drove me over to get my Jeep; they told Lisa to drive me home because I was still shaking.

 

"You were so brave! You really kept Michelle from getting hurt even worse." Lisa was clear glad the Red October had an automatic transmission so that she could hold my hand. She was once again close to breaking my fingers, my sweetie has a powerful grip.

 

"It was like you said once, I didn't have time to be scared. I think I also forgot that Katherine wasn't there. It's easier to be brave when you think you there's a samurai woman who has your back."

 

When we got home Janet gave Lisa a big hug, mine was a little less energetic. I am not the cool lesbian big sister, that's Lisa's role. I had to tell the whole story again; while my parents agreed that I did the right thing in protecting Michelle they really wished I wouldn't put myself at risk so much.

 

One thing seemed to really bother my mom, "Did he really say {awful word for an Asian person}."

 

"Yeah. I think that's what made me mad enough to actually confront him. Saying...stuff (I caught myself before I said `shit' in front of my mom) like that is not OK."

 

Mom hugged me, "You're a good girl sweetie." Now she looked over at Lisa, "You are welcome to say here tonight Lisa, I think Cindy could use your support."

 

"Thank you Mrs. M. I'd like that."

 

"I'll call your mother and let her know what is going on."

 

Even after everything that had gone down today this still surprised me. I think the reason it bothered my mom so much is that much of her family (I've met them, so I know this first-hand) are racist in really nasty ways and mom hates to even think that she could have turned out like them.

 

Lisa and I were downstairs watching Streets of Fire with Janet when the phone rang. Mom got it, talked for a minute or so, and then came downstairs.

 

"That was Jeanine Graff. She is coming over to talk to you girls, she feels it can't wait until tomorrow.

 

She got to the house pretty quick. We all sat in the living room, even Janet (she made it clear she was there for Lisa, she figured I could take care of myself).

 

First off, I want you (meaning my parents) to know that I am taking this pro bono. This is a civil rights matter and I feel really passionate about these types of cases. I think this is related to the problems that you girls have had with that awful woman at school (Mrs. Graff's dislike for Cohn was well-known to us girls) and I am not going to let her push you two around because if she gets away with this then next she comes after other girls, like my Rita. If that happens Katherine will go full-on samurai and then we all have to go into hiding in Jamaica." Her smile at this thought was not a pleasant one. "This happened outside of school so there's nothing Cohn can do about it. If she tries to talk to any of you, and I've told Rita and Michelle this as well, say nothing until your parents or I get there. As for that Kevin creature (here she had a real look of disgust), he has been arrested and charged with assault, battery, and a bias-related assault. I will keep my eyes on the case, but I expect he will be pled down to something less. You girls avoid him, he's already proved to be dangerous. Do you understand what I'm saying Cindy?"

 

She fixed her gaze on me and I wanted to crawl under the couch. If this was how terrifying she could be with someone she truly liked, what must it be like when she doesn't like you? I nodded and managed a very quiet "Yes ma'am."

 

"Good. Lisa, this all goes for you too, but you have demonstrated less of a tendency to rush in to battle." Here she gave a little smile. "Cindy needs you and you need her, between the two of you I think you are damn near unstoppable. Certainly that is how Katherine describes you."

 

Lisa was close to once again breaking my fingers, "Thank you Mrs. Graff."

 

"You girls make sure you have my number and you call me if you need me.

 

I now had a mobile phone too; (I felt so sophisticated) I made sure her number was one of the speed-dial ones.

 

We went downstairs to finish our movie. I told Lisa some of the songs from this movie cold be good for karaoke night, she agreed with me. We went into my bedroom, got our clothes off and got into bed. Lisa just held on to me. Neither of us felt very sexual that night, I just needed to feel her warm skin on mine.

 

I woke up in the morning with Lisa's arms and legs wrapped around me, I felt very warm and protected and I did not want to get out of bed, but I knew I had to. We took separate showers, showering together takes extra-long for us. Mom had made French toast and that gave us a good start to the day. We got to school and headed to the cafeteria but, as we feared, Cohn was waiting for us.

 

"Miss Manning, my office now. Miss Pickett, off to class with you!"

 

Lisa squeezed my hand and headed to class without a word. I followed Cohn silently into her office and sat in one of those hated ugly plastic chairs. She sat down behind her desk and stared at me for what felt like several minutes. I refused to look away, this bitch was not going to intimidate me again!

 

"Miss Manning, your actions have resulted in an important member of our football team being arrested and as a result he not be eligible to play until the situation is resolved. What do you have to say for yourself."

 

"I want to call my parents."

 

"Not this time missy, you are not going to have some greasy mob lawyer weasel your way out of this. You are going to admit you started this and confess to attacking Kevin and you are going to apologize in front of the whole school. You can also forget about your role in the play or participating in any extracurricular activities."

 

"I want to call my parents."

 

This could have gone on all morning. Cohn was getting angrier and angrier and she was all but shrieking at me now. My hope was that Lisa called my parents and that they would call Mrs. Graff. I was going to do what I was told and not say anything without them being present. Cohn left the office, slamming the door behind her. I just sat there. I'm not exactly a praying woman but I was certainly throwing it out there that if there were powers in the universe who could help me now would be a great to time for them to step up to the plate.

 

The door open and I stiffened up, ready for another onslaught, when I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Mrs. Graff, with Katherine in tow.

 

"Lisa called me at home and I called your mom and dad to let them know what's going on; if they can get away from work they will be here. I assume this is about last night's events?"

 

I nodded.

 

"What have you said to her?"

 

"Only that I want to call my parents."

 

"Good girl. I got this from here." She looked over at Katherine, "You don't have to be here Ms Nettleford, you're not my paralegal anymore."

 

"I must insist Mrs. Graff, this is important to me too."

 

"I figured there would be no dissuading you, I just had to try." Mrs. G smiled, this time a genuinely warm one. "Ready for battle Sargent?"

 

"Ooorah! Ma'am."

 

I figured I was about to witness the most civilized bloodbath ever.

 

When Cohn returned to her office she was genuinely shocked (and pissed) to see these two women standing with me.

 

"What are you two doing here? Get out of my office!"

 

Katherine spoke a low, calm voice that was one of the most blood-chilling things I have ever heard, "We are here at the request of Miss Manning's parents acting as their legal representatives. We are fully apprised of the events of last night, as well as the actions taken by the police as a result of those events, and the actions taken by the office of the district attorney in bringing felony charges against the accused which include enhancements for a bias-motivated attack. Does that adequately explain our presence here to you?"

 

Christ almighty! Once again I wanted to crawl under the chair, and none of this was directed at me! I would have totally accepted Cohn just exploding into flames right then and there.

 

Mrs. G had a look of pride and satisfaction; any fool could see Katherine was already an excellent lawyer just on her own but working with the Graff's for 15 years had clearly honed her into a true legal badass.

 

"You know that you can take no action against Miss Manning for her efforts to protect her friend, so let's cut the crap." Mrs. G was way more direct than Katherine, "Miss Manning is going to go to class and you are going stop this ridiculous vendetta against her. If there are any further actions against Miss Manning, or any of her friends, absent documented evidence of school rules being violated, our next meeting with be at my office with you, the school principal, and the district superintendent. In that meeting everyone one of those individuals we be deposed as to their involvement in your unfounded attacks against my client as a basis for civil litigation and possible criminal prosecution. Just so we are all clear on this, Ms Nettleford and I are working this case pro bono and, speaking for myself, I have a very open schedule so there is ample time for me to keep an eye on Miss Manning's well-being until she graduates in May and escapes your clutches."

 

The fury and hate on Cohn's face was obvious, even to me, but it was also plain that she was painted into a corner. She would still be dangerous but, if me and my friends walked the righteous path there was a way out of this.

 

"Go to class Cindy. You two," now looking at my saviors, "Get out of my office. Now."

 

"Have a pleasant rest of your day Mrs. Cohn." Katherine's face told me that she would have happily left with Cohn's head on a stick, as well as having her guts for garters, but that today's resolution would be acceptable.

 

Out in the hall I hugged Mrs. G, who hugged me back, and I hugged Katherine as well. She seemed taken aback but did give me a quick hug in return.

 

Katherine said, "Go to class Cindy. I am sure Rita and all your friends will want a complete description of today's events."

 

She was right. I walked into the cafeteria at lunch time, fresh off the latest serving low-level misogyny of my Electricity 1 class, to the applause of the crew of the Revenge, as well as applause from a fair number of our allies at the music and theater tables. I was blindsided by Michelle throwing herself at me.

 

"Thank you so much Cindy! You were so brave! I wish I could thank you by fucking you right here on the table." The last part was whispered in my ear, it made me quite tingly. "Mom wants you and Lisa and Steph to come over for dinner tonight. I hope you like spicy food."

 

I assured her that, at least speaking for Lisa and me, we certainly did.

 

I had quite the audience for my retelling of both last night's and this morning's events. Rhonda, ever the Star Wars superfan, suggested that Rita's mom and Katherine should start wearing black capes and have someone play the "Imperial March" when they entered a room.

 

Lisa summed it up best, "I'm just glad they are on our side. I'm surprised Cohn didn't just melt like the witch in Wizard of Oz.

 

"I'm sure she is busy right now summoning the flying monkeys. Here's the deal ladies and gentlemen; I've got a big-ass target on my big ass. My goal is to get through this year and get the hell out with my dignity and my integrity intact. I can tell Lisa has something she is just bursting to say so take it away babe."

 

Lisa was quite excited, "I've been working with our friends on student council. Me and Cindy are at the top of Cohn's shit-list, but we aren't the only names. I've been working on bringing people to our side who realize that if she erases us then she will turn her evil eye on other groups. One of our battlefronts are the school dances; most of them are organized by student council so we are going to make sure that it is put in writing that all students are welcome and that there will be no restrictions on who dances with who. Homecoming, the Winter Ball, and the Senior Ball in the spring are sponsored by the Senior Class and I have it on good authority there will be no problems there are well."

 

"How do you know sweetie?" I was intrigued by this announcement because of the furor we caused at Homecoming last year.

 

"Our math teacher, Ms Johnson, is the new senior class sponsor. I know she is on our side."

 

"How do you know that babe?"

 

"It's not my story to tell, but you may have complete faith that she is on our side. So that leaves only Prom; Prom is not officially a school dance, it is sponsored by the Parent Council and we already know they are not on our side. I'm not sure yet what's going to happen there; we'll deal with that later."

 

I gave my Machiavellian girlfriend a discreet kiss on the cheek.

 

"Our other cunning plan came at the suggestion of Lauren and Steph. We came up with this as we did some other fun things," this was Lisa's discreet way of saying that they had fucked like wild animals. I would, of course, want details. "Homecoming is the second week in October so it's about a month away. Our newest crewmember, who is also a very cute little spy (Janet was actually blushing) tells us that amongst the Bitch Convention there is a three-way struggle as to who will be Homecoming Queen. Lauren and Steph are going to nominate me but if anyone else wants the role please say something."

 

Lisa was the best choice. Apart from the Bitches and our other nemeses she was well liked, she was hot as fuck, and it was clear she could be as devious as any of the bitches.

 

"I think this is a great plan. Babe, when you win, I have many rewards in mind, not the least of which is I already know a song to sing at the coffee shop to celebrate." Thus began Operation: Lesbian Homecoming. I even found a copy of Kelly's Heroes for us to all watch on Saturday.

 

My mom thought it was very sweet that Michelle's mom wanted to feed me. "Bring home some recopies Cindy." Mom was liking my increased interest in cooking; Dad and Janet liked it even more.

 

That evening I was introduced to a new spicy cuisine; that of Thailand. Michelle's mom was from Thailand; Michelle never really talked about her dad beyond "He's not in the picture" and none of us inquired further. Apinya, "Please, call me Appie," made something called Angry Ginger Chicken. It certainly lived up to its name, it was definitely was one pissed off chicken, and it was seriously good. Appie was delighted to give me the recipe and I was eager to try it out on my unsuspecting family.

 

"I wanted to thank you girls for coming to Michelle's rescue. She and I have talked a lot about her choices in boyfriends and we do not need to rehash that discussion now. Cindy, you are a very brave girl and Michelle is lucky to have a friend like you."

 

I managed a quiet "Thank You" around a mouthful of spicy chicken and rice.

 

We went downstairs to watch TV, Michelle loved anime, so we were watching Star Blazers. Well, sort of watching. Michelle was pulling my jeans off the moment I sat down so that she could get to the serious business of eating my pussy. I grabbed her shoulder-length black hair, moaning as her tongue entered me. Steph was playing with Lisa's hair as they both watched Michelle fucking me.

 

I was on the edge when I looked down at her cute face, "Use your nipples baby." Michelle didn't have the gravity-defying tits that Rita had but hers were bigger than mine or Lisa's. Within minutes her hard, brown nipples had brought me to a wonderful, thigh-shaking orgasms. I had Michelle get her panties off and kneel in front of the couch on her knees, opening up her butt and showing off her fat pussy. All three of us attacked at once, working over her pussy and butthole and sometimes playing with her dark brown nipples. She moaned and jerked as she came, a few drops of her juice dripping from her pussy.

 

As much fun as it would be to stay longer I took Lisa home and headed home myself. We would be at Rita's tomorrow, working out our plans as well as our parade float (and of course fucking in the pool) and I knew mom would want a full recap of our dinner. Dad was particularly interested in Angry Chicken and he was quite pleased when I said I would be trying to make it.

 

We started out working on the float at Rita's house, they had a spare garage that didn't seem to have a purpose right now. Rita's parents and Katherine would be headed to the firm's office in Chicago for most of the day, so we had some time where we had to keep our clothes on. We got a surprising amount done on the float; our theme was "Music and Theater, Ships of the Mind" (yeah, I know, barf!). We had rounded up some flags, because a proper pirate ship needs flags. We had the flags of the United States and Puerto Rico for the truck; for the float we had the flag of Cajun country (that was mine!). With my new-found fascination will all things Louisiana I also found a photo of the flag used by the famous pirate Jean Lafitte which Rita promised she would make for me.

 

Once her parents and Katherine had left Rita announced, "Clothes off girls!" Some girls jumped into the pool, but Lisa and I wanted to see Rita and Alecia wrestle. The met on the grass and lost no time going at each other. Alecia was a vicious fighter, going straight for Rita's pussy and stretching her lips out. Rita went for Alecia's soft belly, driving her fists in hard, and also grabbing her tits. Alecia went for the tits too and with good effect because there was so much to grab. Finally getting Rita on the grass she dropped down on her, stomping her belly and making Rita pee in the grass. Alecia celebrated her victory by squatting over Rita's fat tits and marking them with a stream of pee, after which they both got nice and filthy is in the mud, pee and grass. They did use the outdoor shower, where they fingered each other to orgasm once again, before getting in the pool.

 

Exhausted from numerous orgasms, the six of us were in the hot tub. Lisa was in my lap, I was playing with her pussy in the warm water. Alecia and Rita were locked together with their wet boobs mashed together. Steph and Michelle were snuggled together. Our conversation settled onto what we hoped for in the Homecoming parade. Our float would be epic but we all had ideas how to make the experience even better. None of our ideas were in any way practical; they would have made the parade scene in Ferris Bueller's Day Off seem an utterly normal event.

 

It was two weeks before our performances of Our Town and I was scared shitless. I had my lines down pat but knowing them when I was practicing on-stage or in Lauren's bedroom was not the same thing as being on that stage with all my friends and family watching me. Lisa was my anchor; her absolute faith in me was what kept me going when I felt the walls closing in on me. My angst was displaced for a bit when the list of Homecoming Queen candidates was announced. As Janet had predicted there were the three candidates from the now-splintered bitch posse and Lisa. Word came through the coconut telegraph (stole that from Jimmy Buffet!) that Cohn was beyond furious and had applied serious pressure on Ms Johnson to find a reason to disqualify Lisa. Word also had it Ms Johnson had refused, citing her fear of Jeanine Graff. We told Mrs. G about this and she absolutely loved being cast as the Big Bad in the story. It was a believable story because of her ability to reduce people to quivering heaps of meat with one baleful glare was the stuff of legend.

 

Sitting at lunch we were surprised to hear Rhonda speak up. "I am not going to be able to march with the band in the parade, I just don't have the energy for it, but I want to be part of this. Would it be OK if I rode on the float?"

 

Lisa gave her a big hug, "Of course you can Rhonda, you're part of the crew and we leave no one behind."

 

Rhonda blushed, "I do want to ask something else."

 

I squeezed Rhonda's hand, prompting a glare from Janet (I stuck my tongue out at her), "What's that?"

 

My step-brother called us last night. He has some leave he can take, and he will be at home when the parade happens. I'd like him to be on the float with me."

 

"Of course he can be there with us!" I looked at the rest of the crew, "I think this means we need to add the flags of the Navy and the Marine Corp to the float too." My crew agreed with me, it was our consensus that Rhonda was the bravest person any of us knew, a true Jedi and a badass pirate wench to boot, so if she wanted to do something the rest of us would find a way make it happen.

 

We made it through the last week of rehearsals of Our Town; most of the time I managed to keep my nerves in check, but I still needed frequent reassurance form Lisa, mostly in the form of her holding on to me while I played with her boobs. Rita and her team had been hard at work making costumes for the cast; Our Town is set in a small New Hampshire town at the beginning of the 20^th century so there was a lot of shopping in thrift stores to find period-appropriate clothing. Rita was the undisputed leader of the costume team, this was an area where she really knew what she was doing. Alecia showed quite a bit of talent here too, but her true talent lay in actually designing costumes. Her drawing talents were just as good, maybe better, as Rita's (and that's damn impressive).

 

The design for my costume was based on what someone who works backstage would wear. I already had a pair of overalls (they were my mom's) I would wear a white t-shirt (it was one of my Joan Jett shirts) with a flannel shirt over that. I found a nice pair of work boots at the Salvation Army store in Champaign (that was a fun day of shopping with Lisa and Rita) since Rita had insisted I could not wear my high-tops (damn you and your lovely tits wench!), but she did agree I could wear a baseball hat. I found a place where I could order a White Sox hat with the period-appropriate team logo on it, so I was ready costume-wise.

 

I modeled my costume for Lisa when she came to my house on Friday, giving her the opportunity to strip it off of me. I had made it easier by not wearing underwear. We were both feeling more romantic, so she pushed me down onto the bed and climbed on top of me. I was holding her tight, so her boobs were smashed against mine nice and tight while she rubbed her mound on mine. We took our time, allowing for lots of slurpy tongue kissing, finally reaching our climax together. Lisa trapped my legs between hers, which kept her from getting kicked when my orgasm was particularly energetic. I loved the feeling of her hard muscles against me.

 

I rolled Lisa on her belly and raised her delightful butt up so that I could eat her pussy and butthole from behind, something she really loves. I also left a lot of bite marks on her smooth butt cheeks. My efforts were rewarded with a nice burst of pussy juice from my sweetie. Rolling us over Lisa went to work on my pussy with her nipples. Neither of us were as good at this as Rita but we were happy with our little tits and Lisa's hard nipples felt so good on my clit. Lisa held my legs tight as I thrashed, sinking her teeth nice and deep into my thigh.

 

"So babe, when you win Homecoming Queen what are you going to wear to the dance?"

 

"Rita and her mom have worked on something for me. I bought a nice dress at The Limited and they are doing some alterations. I think it will drive you wild sweetie."

 

"What's it look like?" I was getting excited about this. I'm not usually that aroused by clothes, unless of course Lisa is inside of them."

 

"It's based on the picture of the dress Princess Diana wore to a dinner at the White House when she danced with John Travolta. Rita will do my hair, so it's feathered back like hers was." By now we all knew that Charles and Diana's marriage was doomed and that she was never going to be Queen. I didn't care, she was the third most beautiful woman in the world; #2 was still Wendi Richter (after all these years), and #1 was, of course, Lisa.

 

That description was enough for me, I was back between her legs, devouring her pussy, rubbing my face on her wet, white bush. With my tongue pushed up inside her vagina and two fingers up in her butt her orgasm arrived with another rush of her delicious juices.

 

Licking her juices off my lips again I laid on her, resting my head on her boob. "Do you have a nice blue jewel to wear in a necklace?"

 

"No need for that; I'll wear the old Chinese coin you gave me, that's way more important to me. Now get back to work and sit on my face babe."

 

I did as I was told. Lisa reached up to knead on my breasts while she devoured my wet cunt. Once she began sucking on my clit I was over the edge really quickly; I fell off of her and laid on the bed, my legs switching from yet another orgasm. We were both exhausted and I happily fell asleep with my arms and legs wrapped around her.

 

Saturday was almost our last day to work on the float. It was looking pretty good, in my opinion, it was as good as any I had seen in the parade in past years. I spent a while underneath the trailer that formed the base of the float getting the wires connected so that the lights worked correctly; I could easily imagine Cohn saying we could not be in the parade because we didn't have operating turn signals. There was also a cable to provide power to the float for some motorized effects.

 

The team did make some modifications so that people riding on the float would have a place to sit. Rita had completed the flag of Jean Lafitte's pirate colony at Galveston, Texas to fly from the mainmast. On the front of the ship we would have the flag of Cajun country and at the stern we would fly a Pride Flag. The last one was a gift to us from the Queer Coalition at Illinois State University; Lauren was also interested in going to ISU and she had made some contacts there. I was interested in going there too, but I had not toured the campus yet. Rhonda had gotten the flags of the Navy and the Marine Corp to fly near where she and her step-brother would be on the float. Michelle had two flags given to her by her mom: the red, white, and blue tricolor flag of Thailand, and the very elaborate yellow flag of the king of Thailand. She said her mom got very emotional when Michelle asked for them.

 

"If some jerk is going to attack me for being Asian I might as well be proud of being Thai," Michelle announced with considerably pride.

 

Rita planned on displaying the flag of the Kainai Nation (her mother's people) and the Canadian flag. Rita had never taken a strong interest in her mom's heritage, but she also decided if she was going to be attacked anyway for being bisexual she would wear the label of First Nation and Bisexual with pride. Rita and Alecia had turned their considerable artistic talents to making a banner for one side of the float welcoming HM2 Alan Smithwick USN back home. He had graduated from the high school twelve years earlier so this was a big deal for a town of our size. Lisa, ever the Machiavellian beauty, also mentioned that his presence would make it harder for Cohn to attack us. If she was perceived as attacking an honored veteran, it would be a really bad look for her.

 

The next week were the final rehearsals for Our Town. I was still petrified I would forget some of my lines but Lisa and Lauren both reassured me and told me I would do fine. I discovered that when I am under stress I want two things a lot more than usual, food and sex. There's a limit to how much food one girl can eat but I seem to have a bottomless appetite for pussy. My friends all enjoy sex and I certainly enjoy fucking them but there comes a point for where a girl needs a rest. Most of the time if Lisa or I want another girl in the picture it's for a threesome, but I was so ravenous I was fucking all my friends raw, Lisa was happy to just hear the stories later.

 

Lauren and I wrestled a lot. Lauren has done track and field since junior high so she has wonderful endurance and is also pretty strong; all the better for the two of us since she likes fairly rough sex. We would have all-out nude fistfights with the winner sexually mauling the loser. We were evenly matched so we both got worked over. Michelle loved sitting on my face and I was happy to oblige, working over her dark pussy and her dark, puckered butthole. Alecia could put up a decent fight but in the end she was pretty submissive. She did like me pissing on her tits and she also liked getting punched in the gut. Rita loved having her tits worked over and several time we used the big bathtub to press our pussys togethers and to pee into each other. Steph and I would spend a long time in a sixty-nine, she loved eating pussy too. But when I had worn myself out I always wanted Lisa to hold me tight, play with my tits, and bite at my neck.

 

Steph was in charge of getting photos of the cast to put in the program. She also got pictures of me, in costume, with Alecia on one side and Rita on the other, one with me and Lauren, and (naturally) one with me and Lisa. We also submitted short biographies, but we decided that mine should not include something like "Cindy is in a dedicated lesbian relationship with Lisa, our eye-poppingly beautiful spotlight operator. Lisa had also signed up for the lighting crew, making it clear to the entire crew that she, and only she, would be the person to put the spotlight on me. I had finally moved up to Captain but, for the most part, Star Trek had gone by the wayside; it was replaced by strong pirate motif with me as the Pirate Queen.

 

I knew my parents and Janet would be there for the opening night, along with the parents of my other theater friends but I really didn't know who else would be there. I didn't really want to know either. Lisa gave me a big kiss, taking care not to mess up Rita's work with my makeup, before she headed to up to her spotlight. Lauren gave my butt a good squeeze and then I stepped out onto the stage.

 

I froze. In my head I heard the words written by Frank Herbert in Dune:

I must not fear.

Fear is the mind-killer.

Fear is the little death that brings total obliteration

I will face my fear.

I will permit it pass over me and through me.

And when it has gone past, I will turn the inner eye to see its path.

When the fear has gone there will be nothing. Only I will remain.

 

I just stood there for what seemed a long time, then I took a deep breath.

 

"This play is called Our Town. It was written by Thornton Wilder..." and I was off and running. In the original script the Stage Manager is supposed to smoke a pipe but Ms Middlemarch decided I would just look silly trying to do that. Instead, when I wasn't moving things around on the stage or interacting with members of the cast I would carry a push-broom; sometimes I would balance it on my finger or on the tip of my foot (it's a weird talent I have).

 

I am proud to say I did not muff a single line. I might still ask Lauren to spank me, but on my terms. She didn't drop any of hers either so instead of one of us sitting on the other's face we would have a 69. I liked that idea, Finally Act III came and I ended with "...You get a good rest. Good night" and I walked off the stage as the curtain closed. I was totally in the Twilight Zone, I barely perceived the applause from the audience, and I was totally mauled by my friends and castmates. Lauren kissed me square on the mouth, lipstick be dammed. We lined up for our curtain call, with me going out last. I walked out through the opening in the curtain and I realized people were cheering for me. I could even hear Lisa shouting from the balcony rail "That's my Cindy!". Yes, I got weepy, but these were happy, Pretty Girl tears. We all walked out into the lobby and I was mauled again. Janet gave me a bearhug, "You are the best lesbian Stage Manager ever!"; Rhonda gave me a more discreet hug. I saw my parents, Dad was definitely moved since he knew the play, but I pretty much lost it when I saw that Rob and Cherie had come, as had Granddad. He gave me a hug, telling me "Miriam loved the theater. Your grandmother would be so proud of you tonight Cindy." Weepy Lesbian Girl came out for a curtain call. Lisa came flying down the stairs and planted a huge kiss on me, not giving a single shit as to who might see her.

 

"You were amazing! I am so proud of you!"

 

I smiled, "I never had time to be scared."

 

We went up to the dressing room so that Alecia could get my makeup off me (It felt so go to be free of it!). I also got kisses from every even vaguely bisexual girl in the theater club. Afterward we all went to Godfather's for pizza because, as had been observed, a girl cannot live on towering orgasms alone; she needs sausage pizza and pinball too.

 

The next night I felt things went smoother. My parents and Granddad were there again, Rob and Cherie had gone back home, and Janet had her fill of people cheering for me. Don't get me wrong, she was proud of me in her own way, she was just too cool to show it. After the performance I saw the Graff's and Alecia's parents.

 

Mrs. Graff was all bubbly and cheerful, "You were wonderful Cindy, you two girls have a lot of talent."

 

I shook my head, "This was enough for me. I'll let Lisa be on the stage, I'm more comfortable behind the curtains."

 

Alecia's dad shook my hand, I don't think he knew exactly what to say, her mom gave me a big hug.

It was odd talking to an adult woman who so much shorter than me.

 

"Cindy, I want you to know how thankful we are that Alecia met you and Lisa. She has been so much happier now that she has so many friends who accept her for who she is."

 

"Alecia is a wonderful person to be with, and talented too. I'm glad she's my friend." And with that her mom started to cry, but they were (in her case) happy glamorous tears.

 

Yes, I was cast as the Stage Manager in my senior year. That was my only time to be out on the stage and once was enough for me. I will always be a backstage-girl, my wife is the actress.

 

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