Well dear readers, our story moves on. Senior year in high school is a time of transition and there are good times and bad times. This story is fiction, but it is based on real events. If you have stuck with me this long know that I appreciate you. These characters are all very real to me, I even tried making AI based images of them, some of those came out well and some really did not. Such is life.

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Part 23 -- Halloween

 

I was actually kind of dreading going to school on Monday. Our past history said that when I got to school Cohn would be waiting for me and Lisa and that we would go through another round of nastiness involving my parents coming to school and having to ask Rita's mom to come save my ass. I walked into the school and nothing happened. All morning I was waiting for the other penny to drop, every knock on a classroom door was someone coming to get me to escort me to Cohn's office. The uncertainty was, in its own way, even worse than sitting on one of those damn chairs in her office.

 

Lunch came, and the stress was killing me. One look at Lisa and it was plain she was just as worried as I was. We sat close, holding hands; her warm hand in mine made me feel so much better. Frighteningly, the person I needed to talk to was Janet and I was happy to see her when she sat down.

 

"So Brat, what's the word on the street?

 

"Well, my dear Lesbo Sister, Heather and her posse now realize that you played them, and they are fucking pissed. I think you can forget about winning another election for anything going forward from here. Word from the office is that Cohn is almost ready to throw furniture around. In other news a lot more people know you and Lisa are a couple and most of them don't care. I'd say that's good news. The question we keep hearing is utter disbelief at home someone homely as you has a girl as fucking hot Lisa in love with her."

 

"That's not news Brat, I've been asking that question for 2 years now."

 

Lisa grabbed Janet's hand and spoke in a voice reminiscent of Katherine's low dangerous voice, "I'll cut you a break since you are her baby sister but call my sweetie homely again and things will go badly."

 

Janet looked genuinely scared, and I couldn't tell if Lisa was joking or not. I breathed a sigh of relief when she gave Janet a pussy-melting smile and kissed her on the forehead. Whew!

 

I swallowed hard, "So, my fellow crew member, what do we do now?"

 

Lauren, ever the pragmatist, spoke up, "I'll tell you what we do; we live our fucking lives. We established that, as a someone from ISU told me, "We're here, We're queer, Get fucking used to it!" You two will keep on loving each other even if the very gates of Hell open up under your feet. The rest of us have our loves as well and nobody is going to stop us either. We will go to the movie Friday night and we have fun. We go to the Halloween party at the Youth Center and have a fucking epically good time. We will show the people who hate us that we are not that different from them."

 

Janet smiled, "Like she said."

 

"Well shipmates, there it is."

 

Lisa actually raised her hand, "I do have one thing I want to ask you all to do."

 

Steph, who clearly hadn't slept well either, looked up, "What's that tete blanc?" (Steph was taking French and was all in on the Cajun thing.)

 

On the morning of the 31^st there is a fundraiser run, and walk, for cancer research in Decatur. I'm going to go to support my mom and I would love for as many of you as can come with me."

 

"Well babe, you know I will be there," I would be there if all we were going to do was drive two hours to go watch some paint dry if Lisa was there with me.

 

Rhonda smiled, "I will be there. I'm a beneficiary of that research and I want to help." That brought Janet in as well.

 

Rita chimed in as well, "My mom has told me cancer is why I never knew my grandmother or two of my great-aunts. I'll be there, and I will certainly ask dad's firm to contribute."

 

"Well then girls, best to find your walking shoes."

 

Feeling better about things I headed off to my Electricity class. I still got shit from some of the guys in the class but there were enough of them who were friendly enough to make the class bearable. I'd developed a middling sort of relationship with my teacher, Mr. Lucan. He had gotten over his shock of, for the first time in his teaching career of having a girl in the class, and he acknowledged that I was a hard worker and did actually know what I was doing. While the school was not, for various stupid reasons, working directly with the electrical workers' union, the things we covered in class were the same things covered in the union's apprentice training program. One thing I would need, in addition to my classwork, would be a certain number of hours of actual work experience.

 

At the end of class Mr. Lucan asked me to wait for a few minutes. "I know you have worked with Jim Jericho on the summer theater productions and he has spoken highly of you. I had my doubts about you at first, but I can admit when I am wrong, and I was wrong about you. Anyway, to get to the point at last, he is working on a Habitat for Humanity project and you could earn some of your work hours by working with him, if you want to." This was as close to warm as Mr. Lucan was every going to get; it felt nice.

 

"I will certainly be there. Thanks for letting me know about this."

 

Of course I asked Lisa to come with me. She was quite excited and said she would bring donuts; that would certainly make us popular with the other workers. I told mon and dad about it at dinner and they were pleased I was going to be doing something like that. I also told them about the fundraising walk in Decatur on the 31^st. Dad said he might come along, but he wasn't sure.

 

Lisa came over Friday for dinner; I was expanding my repertoire and tonight I was going to try shrimp étouffé. I made mom leave the kitchen to make room for my beautiful sous-chef and the surprisingly helpful Janet. I had wanted to try étouffé with crawdads but those are harder to find in Illinois than they are in Louisiana; frozen shrimp and chicken I could get at the grocery store here in town. I had found a cast iron skillet at a thrift store and cleaned it up so that I could make cornbread as well. I didn't get a lot of feedback on the étouffé at first, my family were too busy stuffing their faces. I assumed they liked it, but I was happy to get some feedback from Dad.

 

"Cindy, this is amazing! I couldn't tell you if I like this or the jambalaya better. I will happily be your experimental subject for whatever you want to try next."

 

"It is really good," added Janet. "I'm glad you don't cook all the time; my butt would get as big as yours."

 

Lisa giggled and smacked Janet's hand with a spoon, "You leave her butt out of this young lady or there will be no beignets for you."

 

Janet's sweet tooth was as mighty as mine, so she went back to eating étouffée. I had made beignets for dessert and, no surprise, they were all eaten in short order.

 

After dinner Lisa and I went to the Galaxy to meet our friends. We had never made it to see Rocky Horror on tape, so this was going to be a new thing for us. I will be honest with you, dear readers, I had never seen something quite like The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and I doubt I ever will again. Lisa proudly told me that, while Susan Sarandon certainly was a looker in her underwear, she did not have a particularly good singing voice; Lisa was very proud of her skills and her confidence had grown a lot in two years. This was not the first time I had seen Tim Curry in a movie, but this role was way different from the ship's doctor in The Hunt for Red October; his first appearance in the film, coming down in the elevator and launching into "Sweet Transvestite" is an epic moment of cinema. As we walked back to the Red October Lisa informed me she would by buying the movie's soundtrack the next time she was in the store and that some of the songs from the movie would definitely now be part of her karaoke repertoire.

 

Once we were back home and in my bedroom the clothes came off. I was still quite full from dinner and I could feel how full Lisa's tummy was too, so I got her on the bed, sitting up with her legs open. I had some new things to try on her tonight, partially inspired by the movie. I had even planned ahead and put some beach towels on my bed in case there was a real gusher.

 

"You up for some new things baby?"

 

"Oh yes."

 

Smiling I took a pair of my softball socks and used them to tie her wrists to the head board. I also had two wooden clothespins which I attached to her hard, pink nipples. She winced a little but there was a lusty fire in her eyes. I moved in, gliding my tongue along the inside of her thigh until I got to her already damp pussy. I began teasing her clit, flicking it with my tongue, just barely pushing my tongue inside her shining pink pussy. Lisa was writhing with pleasure when I kept using my tongue on her clit while I pushed two fingers up into her wonderfully tight butt. I could feel, and taste, that she was getting close to her explosive climax, so I got on my knees beside her lovely naked body, two fingers still working her pussy, and I grabbed at her throat with my other hand, my fingers slowly squeezing her graceful neck. I saw her blue eyes flutter and I pulled my fingers out of her just in time to let a rush of her juices soak the towels. I pulled off the clothespins from her nipple, they were now hard enough to cut diamonds, so I had to take some time to chew on them a bit.

 

"Did you like that baby?"

 

My answer was Lisa leaning her head forward and sinking her teeth into my soft tit. "I loved it! Now untie me so I can eat some pussy too!"

 

I untied my socks and Lisa grabbed me, quite roughly, and came at my pussy from behind, sometimes really biting into my ass. She was clearly ready to devour me because she was slurping on my cunt like there was no tomorrow. She rolled me on my back, spread my legs and slid in between them, pressing her wet pussy on mine. We were both moaning as our clits collided and we had the added bonus that we could suck on each other's toes as well. I sucked even harder as her legs clamped around me, squeezing me as she enjoyed her orgasm.

 

We snuggled up together under the sheet. "You ready to be a construction worker sweetie?"

 

"We could portray ourselves as the new, all-lesbian, Village People."

 

"One problem with that, only one of us can sing and dance."

 

"You're getting better Cin."

 

"That's just your infinite lust talking." We kissed for a while and went to sleep.

 

Saturday morning we arrived at the house bearing donuts. We were welcomed warmly, or at least our donuts were. Lisa and I were wearing matching (almost) overalls, several of the ladies from Lisa's church were there and they pronounced us "Utterly adorable". Lisa was assigned to sweeping up sawdust and drywall dust. I worked with The Chief (it was good to see him again).

 

"I saw your float in the parade, you kids did a good job on that. I like that your friend with the truck has a taste for the classics."

 

"Gil's mom hates that truck, but the flags and Lisa's singing did cause her to warm toward it a bit."

 

"That was a fine gesture to have your friend's brother on the float too. Combat corpsmen have an incredibly dangerous, and totally vital, job."

 

The Chief, for his gruff exterior, was a very good teacher. Over the next few weekends I learned a lot about how the wiring of a house actually happens and I racked up practical experience hours as well. I was quite pleased with myself, I had pulled a lot of wire through holes in the wall studs and, with The Chief watching me carefully, wired up several outlets and light switches. I was on my way! Thankfully it was not too hot, so I was not as sweaty and gross as I might have been; Lisa was actually dirtier than I was.

 

Her parents weren't home, so we went to Lisa's house to shower together. We enjoyed some soapy boob fighting and pussy fingering; we also both had to pee badly so some of the dirt on our faces got washed off that way. Finally clean we laid on the couch, naked, just enjoying each other's skin.

 

Lisa had that worried look, "I have been having some really dirty dreams Cin."

 

"Was I in them?"

 

"Well, not directly."

 

I started to laugh, "You were dreaming about fucking Janet, weren't you?" I smacked her tight butt. "You are a dirty girl. Do you really want to fuck my baby sister?"

 

"Well, she is really cute."

 

"I know that. I guess being around her for her entire life has given me a different perspective on it."

 

"In my dream it was all three of us."

 

"Just to be clear here, if you want to fuck Janet I'm fine with that; but this is one thing where you can count me out. I just can't look at her that way."

 

"Well, you have fucked sisters before."

 

"Yeah, but they were already fucking each other; I just joined in."

 

"Do you think I'm a pervert?"

 

I kissed her good and hard, "We've been through this before. What is inside that lovely head does not make you a pervert, it's what you do that determines your perversions. I've had some nice masturbation sessions fantasizing about being girl gladiator in the area fighting Heather and fucking her in the ass before I cut her head off."

 

"I can see where that's a nice fantasy."

 

I had to get up early on Halloween morning (and I truly hate getting up early on a weekend) to collect Rhonda and Lisa and the set out on the hour and a half drive north to Decatur. Lisa's mom and dad were in their own car. Rita and Alecia were going together along with Rita's mom, Rita and Alecia were such a cute couple. Rita's mom had made breakfast burritos, so I was fueled up and ready to go.

 

Lisa and I were wearing our pirate queen costumes and looking damn sexy. Rhonda was of course dressed as Leia and Janet was dressed as one of the dancers in Jabba's palace. After my previous conversation with Lisa I was seeing Janet in a more sexual and Lisa was right, my baby sister was a hottie. I was pretty confident, and Lisa agreed with me, that (on the Kinsey scale) Janet was a 0 (strictly heterosexual) though she might under the right circumstances approach a 1. What I could see would be her and Rhonda experimenting, just to see what the fuss was about, but that she would be a girl (like Gena) who wrapped guys around her little finger. I don't think she would want a relationship like mine and Lisa's where we are equals; she would want to be She Who Must Be Obeyed.

 

It was fun walking through the city with lots of other people, many of whom were in costume. Lisa and I proudly held hands the entire way, kissing occasionally. We finished the 3-mile course and headed home. I announced I was going by way of Charleston because I had some of my étouffée in a cooler and I wanted a professional opinion.

 

Ms Fontenot was overjoyed to see us when we arrived at Evangeline Parish Provisions. She thought it was so cute that a girl from a small town in Illinois wanted so bad to be a Cajun, but she was serious about food and I respected her opinion.

 

"Bouclé! it's good to see you and your friends again! Y'all been to a Halloween party?"

 

Rhonda told her about the fundraiser walk in Decatur. Ms Wilson hugged us all.

 

"You girls have big hearts; the world needs more people like you in it."

 

I handed her my little plastic container of étouffée," I brought you something to try; I'd like your opinion."

 

"You girls sit down, I got a pot of crawdad gumbo on the stove and you girls look hungry." She was so much like my mom, mom also felt everyone look hungry.

 

Ms Wilson brought out 4 big bowls of gumbo, red bean and rice, and cornbread. We dug in, it wasn't a really cold day, but it wasn't exactly warm either. I had never eaten crawdads before, but I decided I needed to find some for myself. Ms Fontenot was tasting my Shrimp étouffée, she really took her time with it.

 

"You used a dark roux with this, didn't you?"

 

"Yeah, I'd call it a brick roux."

 

"Good choice cher. Did you add any file powder?"

 

"No, none of the stores in town carry it so I had to rely on the roux to thicken it up."

 

"Well bouclé, you done good here. I do need to give you something though." She went back into the kitchen and came back out with a catalog.

 

"This is from a company in Milwaukee called Penzey's. They sell all kinds of spices, I think you will like just looking through it."

 

"Thank you so much!" I think she would have given us our lunch, but Rita said her mom had given her money to take us all to lunch, so she paid. Ms Fontenot did give a bag of beignets, most of which we ate on the way home. I will never be able to withstand the presence of fried bread.

 

We dropped Rhonda off at her house and drove home.

 

It seemingly came out of nowhere from Janet, "Do you think Rhonda is cute?"

 

Lisa's eyes got very big, "Sweetie, is there something you need to tell us?" She was grabbing my thigh quite hard; Lisa was convinced Janet was a deeply-closeted lesbian.

 

"Well, I think she is; but my thing for girls with white hair is well-known by now."

 

"Eeeeewww! No! God, you two think every girl is a lesbian! No, there's a guy in orchestra who thinks she's really hot but he's too shy to ask her to go to the Halloween Dance with him."

 

"Well sweetie, I would tell Rhonda to ask him first. Sometimes a girl has to make the first move." Lisa was ever the voice of reason. Janet seemed happy with that plan.

 

We all met at the coffee shop because Ben and Ron demanded to see our costumes. They really liked Alecia's, she dressed as Foxy Brown from the 1974 movie, she looked damn sexy even if she was considerably shorter than Pam Grier. Simon, her on-again, off-again, fuck toy was dressed in garish disco finery, so their costumes matched well. Janet was dressed at what could best be described as "Sex Vampire" (and she did look good); Steph and Michelle went for "Slutty Witches" and they succeeded in their goal. Rhonda came in dressed as (of course) Princess Leia but we were intrigued to see a guy trailing along with her. He was a tall, gangly fellow, about my height; he had clearly been thinking about asking Rhonda to go to the Halloween Dance with him as he had a pretty good Han Solo costume

 

"Girls, this is Ryan, he's in orchestra with me." Ryan gave a sheepish wave, clearly mine and Lisa's fearsome reputation preceded us.

 

Janet was all smiles. "He's a cello player too, also plays string bass." She gave Rhonda a discreet thumbs-up, clearly they had discussed this after getting back home this afternoon.

 

We walked together to the Youth Center. The band wouldn't start until 8:00 so we had about an hour to kill. Steph and I headed to the pool tables and we had a marvelous time seeing who could show the most tit without actually falling out of her costume. We had several guys come over to play and, feeling strong lesbian solidarity, we crushed them utterly. Lisa sat on her usual stool looking beautiful; Janet sat next to her. I was not surprised to see a steady stream of guys coming to talk to Janet; she had all the makings of our next Gena (just with normal sized tits). Lisa laughed uncontrollably telling the stories of how guys would come up to Janet, all big and bold, and she would smile coyly at them and reduced them to quivering meat jelly. She was going to give mom and dad more sleepless nights than Rob and I ever did.

 

The band was called Baking Powder Delinquents and they were from Terre Haute (Terre Haute is the home of Clabber Girl baking powder) and was made up mostly of students from Indiana State; what captured my attention was their bass player. She was a total hottie. She clearly took her cues from other rocker girls like Joan Jett, Pat Benatar, and Siouxsie Sue; lots of black hair and seriously heavy black eye makeup. Rita had insisted Lisa and I go with black eye makeup too, in order to look more piratical.

 

I took Lisa by the hand to go over to meet her. Her name was Veronica ("Call me Ronnie") and she was quite nice. We introduced ourselves, somewhat shyly.

 

Ronnie got right to the point, "You two together?"

 

The holding hands probably gave it away. "Yeah, for just over two years."

 

"Cool. I love the white hair; is that the actual color?"

 

Lisa smiled, "Yes, it's been that way since elementary school."

 

"Well you pull it off really well. I know girls that would kill for your looks."

 

Lisa blushed in a truly adorable way.

 

"Too bad you girls are still in high school, we could make a nice evening of it."

 

That made me quite tingly and Lisa went off to the restroom, probably to take matters into her own hands.

 

"I know this might not be something you normally do but I have a song request."

 

"Fire away honey."

 

"Can you play `Daydream Believer' by the Monkees? It's special to us."

 

"Sure, but why is that song special to you two?"

 

I told her the whole story of Lisa being voted Homecoming Queen. I saw Ronnie swallow hard, clearly not wanting to mess up her eye makeup.

 

"So, you're telling me a lesbian got elected Homecoming queen in a hick town like this?"

 

"Yeah, it's like something out of a movie. I still can't believe it." I opened my costume a bit to show her I was wearing my "Daydream Believer" shirt, cut to show off my boobs. Ronnie licked her lips and smiled.

 

She hopped down off the stage and gave me a hug. She was several inches shorter than me and had very nice boobs. "You two girls are real badasses! I will explain to the guys that they have no choice in the matter, we're playing your song dammit!"

 

The band was really good, and they played a lot of music I liked. Lisa was an absolute dancing machine; between her and Janet there were more than a few guys trying to hide rather painful erections. I think both of them wanted to ask Ryan to dance, but Rhonda shut them down pretty firmly. She can be her own form of Jedi bad-ass when the situation calls for it.

 

Ronnie stepped up to the mike, "We got one last song and it's a request for two genuine rocker girls and all-around pirate queen. This is for Lisa and Cindy." The band launched into what could be best described as "Daydream Believer" as interpreted by The Runaways. It was utterly glorious; we were utter dancing fools with our friends around us cheering us on. As the band was packing up I gave Ronnie a hug. She looked around and gave me a serious tongue kiss, Lisa was treated to the same.

 

"Here's my business card; you girls stay in touch, I'd love to see you again when you are in college." Here she gave us a wink, we knew what she wanted; and we were all-in on that.

 

We walked back to the coffee shop, each with an arm around the other's waist. Janet was going to great pains to not actually see us but energetically talking with Rhonda. This had been Janet's first event where she spent substantial time around me and I was not sure how she felt about this. What she had clearly discovered is her sexuality was just as lusty as mine, she just was not interested in girls. I was fine with that, let her worry about condoms and guys' limited capacities for orgasms. At some point Lisa must have told her that she and I needed some alone time because she announced she was getting a ride home with Rhonda (Rhonda now had a car, VW Rabbit that made me wistfully remember the Yellow Submarine) so Lisa and I could do whatever we wanted (her words).

 

I drove us to our favorite park and we got in back. It took a little longer to get our pirate costumes off but when we need to be naked we move fast. Lisa took charge this time, laying on top of me, grinding her pussy against mine, moving enough so from time to time I could suck on her nipples. I did manage to hurt myself kicking the spare tire when I came; Lisa liked fucking in the Jeep because she could be as loud as she wanted and this time she was muffled a little by filling her mouth with my boob (but not much).

 

Afterward we laid snuggled under the blanket. "So babe, I've been thinking about next year. Lauren is going to ISU also, so I thought I might live with her in the dorm. Would you be OK with that, since we would probably fuck pretty often?"

 

"How would that be different from now? Between the two of us we're fucking her all the time. I know the difference between having a fun fuck with a friend and true love, I hope I get lucky and get a roommate who loves sex as much as you do. Besides, once we have enough money saved up to rent our own place I'll get to eat you every night."

 

And so our lovely protagonist and her wonderfully sexy girlfriend continue on through their senior year. I remember the excitement at the thought of getting out of my little town and going somewhere that I could be my real self. That time is coming for our characters, all in good time. Yes, I did start cooking for my family when I was in high school, my mother was an adequate, but uninspired, cook. As always I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org)