Some of the best fiction is inspired by real life. Once again my life in high school was nowhere near to the string of wildly improbable events the light up our heroine's life. However the obsession with Cajun food is a real thing, I started to enjoy cooking in high school because my mom was really hopeless at it. Paul Prudhomme got me started and I never looked back.

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Part 24- Holidays Can Be So Stressful

 

With Our Town finished my life was less stressful. Occasionally I would see Lee's dad at the record store. I always enjoyed talking to him, even though our conversations inevitably resulted in me buying more records. He turned me on the work of New Orleans legend Doctor John ("I Walk on Gilded Splinters" was a favorite) and Paul Simon's album Graceland, which had a nice zydeco track on it. I would keep a list of his suggestions written on a notepad in my store locker and then keep an eye out for them in our used CD section. I was also enjoying working on Habitat for Humanity houses with The Chief. I had taken the various tests given by the electrical workers' union and passed them easily. Between having taken physics last year and my Electricity 1 classes I knew that material pretty well. I also had enough practical experience hours that I was now officially an Apprentice Electrician and that called for a proper celebration.

 

I decided on two celebrations; one would be a proper date with Lisa and the other would be inviting my friends to our house for gumbo. The Penzey's catalog Ms Fontenot had given me was a goldmine of wonderful spices, some of which I had never heard of, so I now had some filé powder (it's made from sassafras leaves) to help thicken things. My family was quite excited at the prospect of oyster and shrimp gumbo; I was also going to try to make something approaching French bread to go with it.

 

Friday night I took Lisa to our town's hibachi restaurant. It was certainly good, and I was jealous of the chef's knife skills, but I am sure it was not terribly authentic Japanese food. I did discover that I do like some types of sushi, as long as it doesn't have avocado in it. I can't deal with the texture of avocado. It was a fun night but when we got back to Lisa's there was even more fun. Her parents had gone to visit friends in Springfield, so we had the house to ourselves. We were naked for the next 15 hours and it was wonderful. The best parts were getting to be as loud as we wanted when we were fucking and to take as many showers and baths as we wanted (that meant lots of pee on the tits). We even sat on the porch naked, even though it was a little chilly. The cool air made for very hard nipples, but we had a contest to see who could have the wettest orgasm. Lisa of course won, after some really excited cunt-fingering she had a massive orgasm, squirting her juices also 7 feet away. I was nowhere close, but I didn't care, I was happy to clean up her pussy with my tongue before was went inside to cuddle under the warm blanket.

 

The next day we sadly had to get dressed to go the grocery store. I was able to get frozen shrimp and oysters as well as the assorted vegetables and rice for the gumbo from our local chain grocery store, I still couldn't find crawdads. The bread was going to be trickier, I had actually started the dough at Lisa's house so that the it had time to rise properly. Supplies in hand we went to my house to get started. We exiled my mom (and dad) from the kitchen, allowing room for my sex-goddess sous chef, and my cute (but less bitchy these days) sister. Lisa, knowing my love of the Dune novels, had found me an apron to wear which proudly read "The Spice Must Flow", which fit well with my Cajun proclivities. I also brought my stereo upstairs so that we could listen to my Beausoleil (A Cajun group from Lafayette, Louisiana) CD that I had found in the used bin for two dollars. This meant of course that Lisa and I did some dancing. Janet did dance a little, mostly with Lisa; dancing with her big sister was just plain icky.

 

Gumbo lends itself to being made in large quantity and I made a lot, clearly my mom's influence was strong with me where food was concerned. Between the smells of the gumbo ingredients and the baking bread I was hungry enough to eat the drywall; my assistants were quite happy to sample the gumbo as we went along. When we sat down to eat there were the four of my family, Lisa and her parents, Michelle and her mom, Rita and her dad, Steph, and Alecia and her parents. I was kind of nervous, most of my friends liked whatever I made but I had the feeling the Mr. Graff and Alecia's parents had more sophisticated tastes. I should not have worried. There was not a single molecule of either gumbo or bread left (I'd have to make more to take to Charleston for Ms Fontenot's opinion). Michelle's mom, a really good cook herself, told me about how there are similar dishes in Thailand and Vietnam that originated back when Vietnam was a French colony and that she loved the spices I used. She told me she also got the Penzey's catalog too; that made me feel like I was part of a secret club.

 

Rita's dad gave me the highest praise, "Cindy, I have traveled a lot and I've been to New Orleans several times; your gumbo would stand proud next to anything I have ever had down there. I think you have the same kind of skills as Katherine's grandmother and aunt, and they are the best chefs I have ever met."

 

I mumbled a "Thank You," I had no idea what else to say. My friends, of course loved it, Janet (to our mother's absolute horror) burped proudly after two bowls. I did tell everyone about meeting the owner of the Cajun restaurant in Charleston and how she called me "The Little Lost Cajun Girl," she firmly believed that I should have been born a Cajun and I was really proud of that label. Lisa told me privately that I could not feed her like that very often because she really wanted to fuck me, but now she was just too full. I assured her that the next time she would need to feast on my pussy before she feasted on my food.

 

Back in the summer one our local PBS stations had started running the British TV show Doctor Who. Ben and Ron at the coffee shop were already big fans and so now Sunday nights became Doctor Who night at the shop, they would tape the episode each night and then show all of them on Sunday night. We had to get there early to ensure our spots on the Crying Couch were there for us. The episodes they were showing were from the late 1970's and starred Tom Baker and I was totally sucked in. Lisa and I agreed that Elisabeth Sladen, who played The Doctor's companion Sarah Jane, was really cute but as the months went on we fell totally in lust with Louise Jameson and her tight leather Leela costume. All us girls desperately wanted to fuck her, but like Princess Diana she was fated to always be beyond our reach.

 

One Thursday night during karaoke Rita came in with her portfolio and sat next to Lisa. She seemed nervous and excited at the same time. She pulled out some pictures to show us, they were copies of her drawings made using her scanner and color printer; they were all of me and Lisa. One of them showed the two of us dressed like we were on the set of Little House on the Prairie, wearing long dresses with sunbonnets pushed off our heads. We were facing each other, holding hands and looking into each other's eyes; it was romantic as all hell. Rita had titled it "Prairie Wedding", telling us there were stories from the years following the Civil War of women moving west and (often under a dead husband's name) filing a Homestead claim and living as a married couple. She had a similar one where we were in the same pose on a beach, but naked this time, titled "Beach Love at Sunset". She had one of me playing pool, with Lisa on her stool, colored to make it really look like the "Bad to the Bone" video. We were impressed, we knew how good an artist she was.

 

"I wanted to give you copies of all these, but I need to ask you something too."

 

Lisa was looking over the beach picture, clearly getting wet just looking at it, "What's that sweetie?"

 

"I've decided to apply to the School of the Art Institute in Chicago and I want to use these for my application portfolio. OK, I want to use the ones where you have clothes on."

 

I looked at Lisa, "I got no problems with it, how about you babe?" Lisa nodded.

 

Rita smiled. "Mom and dad won't be home until after midnight."

 

That was all we needed, we skipped karaoke (there weren't many people there anyway) and drove out to Rita's house. We were naked in the hot tub and fingering each other in record time. Rita would take a deep breath, which made her tits really stick out, and go under the water, frantically eating our pussys before coming up for air. We took turns pulling on her nipples to stretch her amazing tits out from her chest. Finally, I suggested we go inside for a two-on-one nude fuck battle. Rita laid down in the grass so that both of us could pee on her; she went inside with pee still dripping from her nipples.

 

We really got rough when we went inside. Over the two years I had known Rita I had learned a lot about her sexual desires. With me, and Lisa, she was quite submissive. She wasn't the pain slut that Cheryl had been all those years ago, but she did like being used roughly. With the other girls she liked to fuck, and sometimes wrestle, but she didn't crave being used like she did with us. With guys she was a younger version of her mom, totally in control and a total badass. That line of thought had caused me to wonder about what her mom was like in the bedroom (Down girl!).

 

I put Rita into a full nelson, shaking her around so that her fat tits were jiggling. Lisa begin using her breasts as punching back, driving her fists firmly, but not too hard, into the soft flesh. I would literally lift her off her feet and then drop her down on my knee, smashing her hairy, wet cunt. Lisa would grab at her pussy lips and pull on them, stretching them out. That proved to be her limit.

 

"Owwww! OK Lisa, that really hurts!"

 

We stopped immediately (we had no concept of a "Safe Word" back then but we weren't serious BDSM girls either) and pulled her into the bed. We still dove in to eat her pussy but much gentler now. She gave a loud scream as she orgasmed and then she went to work on each of us with her massive, hard nipple. Lisa's orgasm was a total gusher; Lisa held my legs so I didn't kick her in the face. We laid on our sides with Rita in between us so we could both play with her tits (sometimes biting at her nipples) while she was able to rub our clits.

 

We left about 11:30 and I took Lisa home. I used the nude drawing of us as masturbation material when I got home and then carefully put them away with my wrestling magazine collection and the wrestling videos Gena had gotten for me. I had reduced my magazine collection down to just ones with Wendi Richter, the hottest apartment matches, Battling Girls, and the few copies of Cavalier.

 

Lisa's family was going to Arizona for Thanksgiving this year, Rita and her parents would be with Rita's half-sister Carolina in Chicago, Steph and Lauren would be gone too. This had me facing several days of relentless masturbation, at least until I got a call from Lee. She would be home from Iowa and her parents would be visiting some friends in Terre Haute for most of the Friday after Thanksgiving. Our house was not as full as it had been last year; Grandad and Aunt Carla came, as well as Rob and Cherie so naturally there was way too much food. As we sat in the TV room watching the recording of the Macy's parade, all of us totally stuffed, Rob did manage to surprise us.

 

"Well, since we are all together this is as good a time as any for an announcement. Cherie and I are getting married this summer." This was all delivered in his usual laconic style.

 

Janet and I popped up and hugged Cherie, hugging Rob would just embarrass him. I could tell mom was already planning things but, wisely, Cherie got out in front of that.

 

"The wedding will be in Rockford and it's going to be a simple, outdoor ceremony. We will have the reception in the park near our house; we've gotten all this planned out." Mom deflated a bit but my respect for Cherie grew a bit, she played the whole thing brilliantly.

 

Cherie turned to look at me and Janet, "I only have brothers, so I would like you girls to be two of my bridesmaids. My best friend from when I was a little girl is my Maid of Honor and my other bridesmaid is a good friend that I work with."

 

Janet was excited to the point of almost being assumed bodily into Heaven. I had never done anything like this, so I was a bit nervous.

 

Later on, Cherie pulled me aside, "We're keeping the whole thing small since we are paying for it ourselves. I refuse to ask my family for money and Rob doesn't want to ask your parents either, though I think your grandfather will make him take some money. Anyway, if we had the money for a bigger ceremony I want you to know the next person I would have asked to be a bridesmaid would be Lisa. I want her to be at the wedding, she's family too." I assured her that, short of the Earth being demolished by the Vogons no power in the universe could keep Lisa away from the chance at seeing me in a fancy dress. Cherie giggled at that one, she had read The Hitchhiker's Guide too.

 

All this earned Cherie a big hug from Weepy Lesbian Girl, I was a good future sister-in-law and did not try to feel her boobs. I called Lisa that night, she was squealing happily as this meant I would be in a dress again. Sadly, one thing where Cherie, Janet, and mom all agreed with that there would be no high-tops or Doc Martens at the wedding. Dammit! Lisa was quite firm that she would be going with me for the fitting. I also told her about Lee being home. She was jealous, she always loved biting on Lee's muscular ass, and she wanted to hear all the sexy details when she got home.

 

I was excited as I walked up Lee's driveway on Friday. I was just wearing sweats and a hoodie, no underwear, since I knew we would be naked within seconds and I was not wrong. Lee answered the door nude and she pulled me inside, stripping me naked in near-record time. We stood there in the foyer for several minutes, kissing each other in an energetic, tongue-slurping way. We moved to the couch, snuggled up to each other and playing with each other's nipples.

 

"So slut, how are you and the elf goddess?"

 

"Amazingly good. We are all but out at school and I have been pushed forward as the Lesbian Pirate Queen. Lisa and I really enjoy threesomes, so she's sad that she is in Arizona, she really wanted to bite on your firm ass. How about you?"

 

"Well, Annie and I have drifted apart. We still talk some, but she met a guy, and he sounds really nice, and she really likes the feel of a cock in her pussy, so I would say her position on the Kinsey Scale has moved from a 4 to a 2. She sounds happy so I'm glad for her, but I will always miss those glorious brown tits. I've had several girlfriends, I hope I find my own Lisa someday."

 

I climbed up on her, sitting in her lap and facing her so she could suck on my tits. I was sad about her and Annie, but it made me realize how lucky I was to have Lisa in my life.

 

"So, what do you want to do today? I'm game for anything."

 

"I know you like getting rough but that's not really my thing anymore. You want to sexfight and see who comes first?"

 

I nodded. We got off the couch and faced each other on our knees, nipples just touching. We started by mashing our tits togethers but soon moved to reaching down to rub each other. Soon our boobs were smashed into each other and mushrooming out, tongues swirling and slurping, fingers up insider cunts, moaning into each other's mouths. We struggled to get top position, each trying to push the other down on her back. I finally got Lee on her back, using my legs to spread hers wide so that my pussy was rubbing on hers. With Lisa and my other friends once I got a girl on her back I could generally make her orgasm first. I was pretty strong, and my nice dense bush gave me some more friction, but I had forgotten how strong Lee was; she fought back from the bottom, pushing up with her hips, pressing her equally dense bush against my pussy. I could feel my orgasm coming and I tried to press against her, but it was no use; she made me orgasm holding me tight in her muscular arms as I thrashed with pleasure.

 

"Damn you are fucking hard core, you sexy bitch!"

 

We spent some time kissing before Lee sat up against the couch. "OK slut, I want you to eat me good and I want to see those lovely green eyes, and don't you forget to finger my butt too."

 

I went to work. I decided to torture Lee like I torture Lisa. I pushed a finger up in her butt, which made her eyes go wide. I just barely flicked her clit with my tongue, working very slowly. I pushed in two fingers from my free hand, feeling her breathing getting faster and shallower. Lee's legs started shaking and her eyes rolled back as she made her adorable chirping noise as she climaxed.

 

I sat next to her on the floor, gently rubbing her soaking wet bush. "So still just girls for you?"

 

"I've experimented a little. I agree with you, it's not that I have an objection to a cock inside me, I just don't have any chemistry with the guy it's attached to. Though there was this one time..." She paused dramatically. I slapped her wet pussy.

 

"Don't leave me hanging your nasty whore!"

 

"Her name was Chase. I met her in a math class I had, and I still can't put my finger on what it was I found attractive about her, but she totally captivated me. She also dyes her hair wild colors like blue and purple; you should get Lisa to do that."

"I've tried sweetie, believe me I've tried."

 

"Anyway, we were at a bar with a decent band dancing, she grabbed my ass and pulled me in tight. She was taller than me, she's close to Steph's height. Tells me she wants to go back to her place. I've been having probably more Jack & Coke than is wise, so I was like sure, let's go fuck. We get back to her place and we're kissing like mad and pretty soon our shirts are off. She was just like you, couldn't keep her hands of my nice fat girls, her boobs were really small, but she had these utterly adorable pointed nipples. I'm getting ready to reach into her jeans to feel her pussy and she stops me. She says she needs to tell me something first, or rather, show me. She pulls down her jeans and her panties and well, she has a cock."

 

I was dumbfounded. "So she's a girl," Lee nods, "But she has a cock." Lee nods again. "What the fuck?"

 

"She was blushing bright red, redder than you do sweetie. She tells me she has known she was a girl since she was a little kid, but she had a boy's body. Once she left home she started taking hormones to transition to actually being a girl and she is planning on having gender reassignment surgery some day."

 

"So what did you do?"

 

"I fucked her, she was really hot. I'm not going to go into the details but let's just say I got to enjoy a cock without having a guy attached to it. It was a crazy night."

 

"Wow. Lisa's going to love that story."

 

"Now close your eyes, I got something else for you."

 

I sat there, naked, playing with my pussy. I heard Lee come back, felt her spread my legs open and then I heard a buzzing noise. And then my fucking world exploded. She pressed something against my clit and I orgasmed within a minute. She pulled it away and then pressed it there again, another orgasm ripped through me. I opened my eyes.

 

"What the hell is that, where did you get it, and can I get one too?"

 

"A girl on the team introduced it to me. It's made by Hitachi in Japan and officially it is a `personal massager' but Robin, my teammate, calls it `A Girl's Best Friend'. I bought this from an adult bookstore in Iowa City."

 

"Holy shit I need one of those! I'm sure I could order one on the internet but knowing my luck either one of my parents or Janet would open the box and I'll have some embarrassing questions to answer."

 

"How about this; you buy this one from me and I'll get a new one on my way back to school."

 

"Deal!" I got on my hands and knees with my ass up in the air. "Press it to the spot between my cunt and my butthole. I want to see what that feels like."

 

The result was possibly my most dangerous orgasm ever. I was writhing on the floor and all but speaking in tongues, my legs flailing, and I was actually squirting. Not Like Lisa would, but it was huge for me. I did the same thing to Lee and, to her complete surprise, she squirted. I had a wonderful time cleaning her up.

 

I went home with my new toy, eager to try it out on Lisa when she got back from Arizona. That night, as I lay in bed, I reflected on how for so long I fingered my pussy (all the way back in 6^th grade) and now I owned a machine that was so much better than my fingers. It would never replace the feeling of Lisa's tongue up inside my twat but when I was home alone I would have to be careful I didn't fuck myself to death.

 

Back at school I got to hear about everyone's Thanksgiving. I told Lisa privately about the Magic Wand and Chase. Her eyes went huge when I told about Lee and the transsexual girl and she was definitely eager to try the Magic Wand. She slipped me a magazine she had gotten on her trip (she did not tell me how). It was a copy of Easyriders, it was all I could do to not put my hand in my jeans right there. A magazine with naked, and almost naked, girls and motorcycles. Between that, my wrestling magazines, and the Magic Wand I was now in even greater danger of fucking myself to death.

 

My experience in Our Town had given me more confidence but it had not changed my singing voice. I decided that if I was going to sing at Thursday Karaoke I needed to pick songs that were in my vocal range; unlike Lisa I had a narrow range to work with. I figured if I stuck with Joan Jett, AC/DC, and George Thorogood (with an occasional repeat of "Daydream Believer", that was our song) my friends would be merciful to me. I began practicing "Born to Be Bad" in my bedroom with my headphone and after a while I decided I was as good as I was going to get. I decided to sing it as dirty as I could so that my unstoppable lesbian energy would mesmerize the girls in the audience and keep the attention off my voice. I didn't care about the guys, they were not who I was trying to impress.

 

Lisa totally threw herself into every song, and she could sing damn near anything. It was my personal belief that she could also make any song utterly dirty, she could turn "A Mighty Fortress Is Our God" into some sort of Lesbian orgy theme if she put her mind to it. We were waiting for her name to be called again (karaoke night had gotten quite popular) and sitting on the Crying Couch.

 

"Did you listen to the announcements this morning?" I sheepishly shook my head; she poked my belly (I was wearing a scandalously cropped t-shirt, I had my reasons). "Well the week before Christmas there will be tryouts for a school dance team, kind of like the Laker Girls." Even I knew about the Laker Girls and their delicious choreographer Paula Abdul. "I'm going to try out. The coach is a student from Eastern Illinois so she's not a teacher at the school, that might sneak me past Cohn and her Bitch Army."

 

"Does this mean you'll strip for me?"

 

Lisa gave me a quick kiss before popping up when her name was called, "Count on it baby."

 

A few songs later I heard my name. Lisa literally had both hands over her mouth (it was totally adorable), she would get so excited when I would try singing. She had no illusions about my talent, she just loved to have me do karaoke with her. I took off the flannel shirt I was wearing like a jacket to reveal a cropped off t-shirt and also revealing that I didn't have a bra on because you could get a glimpse of the bottoms of my boobs. I totally threw myself into "Born to Be Bad", changing genders in the lyrics as needed, and really shaking my hips and my boobs. My friends were screaming like lunatics, Lisa was standing up doing some of her sexiest dance moves, and I was exhausted and rather sweaty by the end. My performance was rewarded with Lisa pulling me back into the restroom and shoving her hand in my jeans. She was not gentle in her finger-fucking of me nor in her biting at my nipples and licking off my boob-sweat. All of this produced an orgasm within minutes. Lisa held me tight to her so I could bite her boobs and so that I didn't collapse on the floor. Once I could walk again she (mostly) re-dressed me and we went back to the couch to the applause of our friends. Ben and Ron paid little attention to the number queer teenagers who fucked in the shop's restrooms as long as we didn't make a mess.

 

One of the parts of the fall of our senior year was the submitting college applications. I had finally gotten to visit the campuses of Illinois State in Normal (what a weird name for a town!) and Eastern Illinois in Charleston. Both of them were nice in that slow-moving, medium-sized Midwestern town sort of way. I applied to the University of Illinois as well, but I did not expect to be accepted there. Lisa had sent applications to Illinois Wesleyan in Bloomington, University of Illinois, and the University of Indiana. Our hope was for Lisa to go to Wesleyan and me to go to Illinois State since the schools were only a few miles apart. Eventually we would find a place to live in between the two campuses where we could settle in as a happy lesbian couple and slowly descend into absolute sexual excess. Rita had applied to the School of the Art Institute of Chicago and was moving through their very competitive admissions process.

 

I went to watch the tryouts for the new school dance team. Of course, I though Lisa was the best, but I had to admit there were some other girls who were also very talented (and also very cute). I had seen Lisa practicing her moves but this was the first time I saw her do them while wearing something (a very nice black leotard, it really set off her hair). We wouldn't know the results until January, but I was absolutely confident Lisa would be one of the girls selected. Lisa was, as usual, very nervous that she wasn't good enough, but I was able to calm her down by sitting on her face during an enjoyable fuck-session in the Jeep.

 

In the week before Christmas break Rita came into the cafeteria, clearly very excited. "I've made it past the initial screening for the Art Institute! Next week (when we would be on our Christmas break) I have to take my portfolio up there to show examples of my work to a faculty committee. I'm going to take the train up to Chicago and stay with Carolina overnight and Steph is coming with me. Would you two like to come with me too?"

 

I was excited to go, but I had to clear this with my parents and Lisa said pretty much the same. I asked when I got home and, somewhat surprisingly, mom and dad were cool with it. I guess they had decided Lisa and I had made it this far without turning into total Bad Girls, and they knew how close Rita's parents kept an eye on her, so they said yes; Lisa's parents were good with the plan as well. I traded emails with my flamboyantly gay friend Cornelius Llewellyn; we had been emailing back and forth since the night of our Queer Prom, he had taken an interest in my photography and was eager to share his knowledge. With much consultations with Rita and Carolina we made plans to drive around Chicago taking photos after Rita's admission interview. I was happy that I had one stunningly beautiful model (who I also got to have sex with), a tall blonde (Steph, also a sex partner), and Carolina. I had no plans to try to fuck Carolina, but she had actually worked as a model when she was in college and knew Cornelius by reputation and was impressed that he had taken an interest in me.

 

We all spent the night at Rita's house the night before. In the morning her mom would drive us to the train station and Carolina would meet us at Union Station in Chicago. I had packed my clothes, my camera gear, and my new toy; I was eager to see how hard I could make my friends come using it. I knew that for Lisa we would need lots of towels because she was going to erupt like a geyser. Of course we needed to have some catfights as well. I wanted to watch Lisa fight Steph, so they went first. Both of them were really horny and so they both went for the pussy and Steph took advantage of Lisa's long ponytail to pull her hair hard. Both girls had amazingly hard, sexy muscles so they struggled on the floor for quite a while. We could see that both of them were dripping juices and Steph's tits were covered with bite marks. Steph ultimately used her long legs to get my Lisa in a chokehold; we couldn't tell if she orgasmed before or after she tapped out by either way she gave up. I had told the girls to hold off on any pussy eating because I had a surprise for them.

 

Now it was Rita and my turn. I had the height advantage, but Rita outweighed me, and she had no fear of using her tits as weapons. She did just that; after grabbing my bush and sweeping my legs out from under me she was on top of me, her warm ass pressed to my belly (I could feel her juices dripping on me). She wrapped her arms around my head and pressed my face into her massive D-cup tits, totally cutting off my air. I tried biting at them, but Rita had my face smashed so tightly in her warm breasts I couldn't get my mouth open wide enough. Finally, I slapped the floor to get Rita off me before I passed out.

 

Rita and Steph were ecstatic to have finally beaten both of the Pirate Queens. Hey, you can't win them all. Lisa and I consoled each other with some serious kissing with Rita and Steph rubbing their tits on our back. After a little while I got up and got my new toy out of my duffel bag. "OK girls let's go to the shower." The shower in the pool house was easily large enough for two and there had been three girls fucking in it on several occasions. I told the story of how I got my new Magic Wand and Lisa was eager to go first. I turned it on and pressed it gently to her clit. Her blue eyes went wide, and she grabbed at my arm, making an "OOOOOOOO" sound. In less than a minute girlcum was shooting out of her in a volume that none of us had ever seen before. She didn't thrash around as much as I did but it was clearly a good orgasm.

 

"Did you like that baby?"

 

"Oh fuck yes! I want more!"

 

"Now now, you have to share with these other juicy girls." Lisa bit my nipple and then got out of the shower so Steph could get in. I pressed it to Steph's clit and her orgasm came in less than a minute. She didn't gush juices like Lisa did but there was a trickle coming from her tight cunt. Rita's reaction was much the same and then they all wanted to see how I reacted. I got on my hands and knees and put my butt up so that Lisa could press the vibrator to the spot between my pussy and my ass. It took me a little longer, and I only squirted a little bit, but I thrashed around hard enough to actually bruise my right knee as well as hitting my head on the wall.

 

Lisa and Steph were already in the bedroom, with Steph no doubt sitting on Lisa's face. Rita had me turn over so I was sitting in the floor of the shower and she straddled my nude body.

 

"You might want to close your eyes." She said with a wicked smile. I knew what was coming so I closed my eyes and opened my mouth as a hot stream of pee splashed over my face and ran down over my tits. When she was empty I swallowed and then grabbed her hips and pulled her toward my so that I could loudly slurp up her pee and pussy juices.

 

When we went back to the bedroom Steph and Lisa were in a tight 69 so Rita and I each gave their buttholes a long, slow lick. We walked out into the very cold air and got in the hot tub. Rita sat in my lap facing me, so I could suck on her hard nipples, occasionally biting them on the soft flesh of her breasts. Steph and Lisa were out in the middle of the hot tub grinding their pussys together. Rita begged me to push her head under the water so she could eat my pussy, which I was happy to do, holding her down until she pulled on my bush. We swapped off so that Steph and I could rub pussys for a while and Lisa could suck Rita's tits. Before we went to bed I got my turn to push Lisa's head underwater so she could show off her amazing underwater cunt-eating skills. We all crowded together in the big bed in a nice collection of naked girl-flesh.

 

The alarm clock when off disgustingly early Monday morning. We got ready to go, taking a big bag of Mrs. Graff's breakfast burritos with us to the station. She waved as we climbed on board the City of New Orleans and found places in the observation car. Being a Monday (and being five in the morning) we sat cuddled together in the morning darkness eating our breakfast. As the other passengers were waking up more people came into the observation car so there was less kissing and boob squeezing. I had picked up an Amtrak system timetable at the station and I was flipping through it as the Illinois countryside whizzed by. I have always been fascinated by schedules, maps, and things like that (something I picked up from Dad), and I just had to show Lisa the trips we could take once we had the money. I think she was mostly humoring me, but she did like the idea of having a sleeping car compartment where we could basically be naked for most of the trip.

 

As we sat, snuggled up against it each (the car was sort of chilly) I was cleaning my gear. Lisa referred to this as "Cleaning my guns", she said it reminded her of old movies where the dangerous looking gunslinger is cleaning everything prior to the climactic gun battle. It had taken a lot of convincing, but Dad let me take his camera too, so I would have his camera loaded with color print film and my camera loaded with black & white film. I was checking everything out and making sure everything was ready to go. I considered Cornelius to be a mentor I was really wanted to show him I was serious about my art and not just some silly downstate bumpkin.

 

There was a Suburban waiting to pick up at Union Station to take us to the Art Institute. We all let Rita squeeze our boobs for luck and gave her proper kisses before we got out of the car. The three of us had several hours to kill. The Art Institute had an exhibition of Leroy Nieman's art and Steph wanted to see it since he had done a lot of paintings of sporting events. His style was unmistakable, and it was neat to see how he interpreted the scenes. I of course wanted to see the photography gallery and once again I just sat on the bench in front of "Moonrise, Hernandez New Mexico" with my friends on either side of me. Lisa agreed that someday we would visit New Mexico, having seen Ansel Adams' work as well as Georgia O'Keefe I just knew there was an artistic magic to the area.

 

Rita came and found us in the Impressionist gallery. Lisa loved French impressionism, so we were sitting there in front of George Seurat's "A Sunday on La Grande Jatte" (it's the painting that was made even more famous by Ferris Bueller's Day Off). Rita looked really happy and there was a woman walking with her. My impression was that this woman had been a serious hippy back in the day, she had her gray hair in two thick braids, and she was wearing a necklace of big, clunky wooden beads.

 

"I wanted to come meet some of the inspirations for Rita's art; you girls have been the subjects of some of your friend's amazing work." She looked at each of us, and I noticed she had very piercing gray eyes. "So, you must be Stephanie?"

 

"Yes Ma'am." Rita had done an oil painting of Steph making one of our team's rare three-point shots.

 

"And so you two ladies are Cindy and Lisa? I loved Rita's watercolor of you two." Rita had re-done her drawing of us in old fashioned long dresses as a watercolor painting.

 

She looked at Rita, smiling. "You'll hear from the school sometime in January," she put her hand on Rita's shoulder, "I think your chances of admission are very good. You are the sort of student I love having in my classes and I hope to see you in the fall."

 

After she left I asked the question that was on all our minds, "So, are you in?"

 

"I think so. The committee was impressed with my work."

 

Lisa gave her a hug, "You have earned some serious pussy eating tonight." That made us all happy.

 

Another black Suburban met us, and this time Carolina was in the car too. She hugged us all (I really wanted to grab her butt, but I was being a good girl). Rita called her parents from the car, we could hear her mom cheering, to tell them how things went. We went to the building where Cornelius lived, no surprise he lived in a very chic loft, and met him outside. True to form he was looking fabulous even for walking around, this time in a white suit that was practically glowing with a big white hat to match.

 

"Cindy! It is so good to see you! Ben and Ron have kept me up to date about you girls and your determination to keep those two old queens in tears." Smiling broadly, he turned to Lisa, "And you, my dear, congratulations are in order for your triumph. There are some friends of mine who want to meet you later; as far as we can determine you are the first openly lesbian Homecoming queen in the entire state of Illinois." Lisa turned the sort of red usually only seen on the butts of monkeys and on the skin of poison frogs.

 

"That's my sweetie."

 

"And Carolina, it's good to see you again, it's been far too long. How are your parents doing? I've seen them in the office a few times, but it's been a while since we got together." He looked us over, "Several years ago I met Carolina and her step-mother at the shoot for Marshall Field's Christmas ad." He looked back over at Carolina, "I think you were modeling a sweater and some darling leggings."

 

Carolina smiled the dazzling smile of someone with a really good dentist, "You have a good memory Mr. Llewellyn."

 

"Pish and tosh my dear! Call me Cornelius, everyone else does. Do you still work for Marshall Field?"

 

"Yes, I am director of merchandising and purchasing. I do get to work with some of the fashion houses and sometimes get to make design suggestions. I've also worked with my father's firm doing various ads."

 

"Well dear, should you ever want to return to modeling you let me know; you're still a natural." Seeing the almost-always self-assured Carolina blush was a new experience.

 

I could see why he was such a good fashion photographer, he was one of those people who has never met a stranger. We started out walking around his neighborhood. 60 years ago the area had been home to a lot of small factories and warehouses, there were old railroad tracks everywhere. As we walked I also realized that Cornelius had the heart of a teacher; he would point out interesting things and then ask me how I would photograph it and how I would handle color and black & white differently. Steph was listening too, both of us enjoyed photography while simultaneously realizing we were not on the same level as Rita or Alecia when it came to being artists. Cornelius also showed us how to pose people, especially women, to get good portraits. Having two gorgeous models in the form of Carolina and Lisa made this a lot of fun.

 

We got back to the car and drove downtown to Grant Park to get more pictures as the Sun set behind the buildings along the lakeshore. I got my best shot when I saw the Sun coming right down the street between the canyons of buildings. I quickly got Lisa posed, one hand on her hip, head thrown back, and the Sun shining through her white hair. I grabbed several color and black & white shots and, at Rita's urging, I got one of Carolina in the same post. I hoped they would come out. Cornelius was quite happy with my instincts.

 

We drove back to his building and went inside; he had told us a neighbor was having a party and he wanted us to meet some people. He did assure Carolina we would be in no danger, I had no doubt that Rita's parents were expecting the same level of monitoring from her that that had been delivered by Katherine for many years. We rode an old freight elevator up, and that was the first of many new experiences, and entered the loft. The loft was the top floor of the building and it was a really big, mostly open, space. There was a bar and a stage in one corner and probably about 100 people there, making it crowded without being packed, and Cornelius was greeted like General MacArthur returning to the Philippines. He had asked Rita and I to bring samples of our work with us, many people at this party were artists and I think he liked showing off his cute country mice to some of Chicago's queer royalty. I had quickly realized that most people at the party were queer; this was the first time I had been around a large group of gay people. Nothing in my (almost) 18 years of life had prepared me, or any of my friends, for this.

 

He laid out my photos and Rita's drawings on a table and invited people to come look at them. He also led Lisa around introducing her to his friends. It was like Princess Diana had suddenly appeared; these folks, many of whom had been fighting for gay rights for decades, we beyond happy to meet Illinois' first lesbian Homecoming queen. Rita's drawings and painting garnered a lot of praise and I am guessing many people there would have really liked to have seen her nude drawings of us too. I did get a lot of compliments of my photo of Lisa hanging upside down at the playground as well as the shot of her and Steph on the old steam engine in the park. I found Lisa and Cornelius talking to a woman in an elaborate dress and a truly epic hairstyle.

 

Cornelius introduced us, "Girls, this is Lady Victoria; a true queen of the drag scene. Victoria, this is Lisa and her girlfriend Cindy. Lisa is the young woman who Ben gave your tiara to."

 

We both got absolutely crushing hugs. "Ben has told me so much about you girls! You two are absolutely amazing and, from what I have been told, absolutely fierce when needed."

 

Carolina was nearby; we girls were the only ones drinking soda, everyone else had wine. "You have no idea. When my father heard that some guy had attacked my baby sister and actually tried to hurt her I was sure he was going to make some calls and drop the hammer on that asshole. He rarely does pro bono work for ordinary folks, but he and my step-mom have come to these girls' defense several times. Sometimes he talks about Cindy like he would talk about some of the old guys who came to the house when I was a kid. Even Katherine was impressed by her."

 

Cornelius gave a low whistle, "Ah, the ever-intimidating Ms Nettleford. Where is she these days?"

 

"She is mostly working out of the office here in the city, but she still goes downstate sometimes to wrap up cases where she was the paralegal."

 

We were on our way out when someone started singing. The presence of a karaoke machine made Lisa want to stay longer, which we did. She took her turn on stage and sang "You'll Never Walk Alone" which was a huge hit with a crowd with many lovers of musical theater; true to form she ruined several drag performer's eye makeup. Inspired I took off my aunt's leather jacket that I was wearing to reveal my "Daydream Believer" shirt. Lisa was bouncing on her toes, her hands over her heart while Steph and Rita were cheering like a I was Joan Jett. By time I got to the chorus lots of people were singing along with me and the mascara was flowing freely down many faces. There were rapturous cheers when Lisa swirled me off my feet and made a decent attempt at sucking my tongue right out of my mouth.

 

Lisa would tell everyone I was the most beautiful woman in the world, but it was a little harder to believe than me saying that about her. #2 on her list was Olivia Newton-John (hard to argue with that) and #3 was Stevie Nicks. Lisa absolutely loved the movie Grease and the two of us had worked out our own version of "You're the One That I Want", complete with some gender changes, singing naked in her bedroom.

 

She looked at me with her blue eyes bright, "You ready to do it for an audience?" By this point we had both had managed to sneak a couple of glasses of wine and I was filled with chemical courage.

 

"Let's do it."

 

Steph and Rita were cheering like maniacs now, they didn't know what we had planned but they had never seen us sing together; I saw Steph had her camera ready to preserve the moment. That almost made me get down off the stage, but I was committed now. Everyone recognized the music when the song started, when Lisa sang "You better shape `cause I need a girl and my heart is set on you" it was clear we had our own lesbian cheering section and it wasn't just Steph and Rita. When we came off the stage Lisa had so many business cards from people who worked in Chicago's theater scene she might well have been able to skip college (not that her parents would ever let her do that).

 

Lady Victoria took Lisa by both hands, "Honey, Ben told me you were something special, but I had no idea how special you are. You keep that tiara, you were born with the glitter in your veins girl-child and you are destined for great things."

 

She turned to me, "And you, Miss Cindy. You are absolutely fierce, you two make a perfect couple."

 

I grabbed Lisa's hand, "Thank you so much, I hope I get to see you again sometime."

 

Lady Victoria gave little royal nod, "I think you can count on that little girl."

 

Lisa and I both curtsied, I mean she was royalty in her own way, and that caused Lady Victoria to whip out her fan so as to hide her running mascara. I promised Cornelius I would send him copies of my best prints and with that we got in the car and left for Carolina's condo. When we got there it was obvious she was doing quite well for herself, though I think her dad might be helping her too.

 

"I'm going to bed girls, try not to make too much of a mess."

 

We went in the guest bedroom and closed the door behind us. We were naked in near-record time and, true to our promise we each took turns eating Rita's pussy. I went at her from behind so I could lick her butthole too. I took my time, using my Torturing Lisa technique of long, slow licks. Lisa went next, going with two fingers in Rita's pussy while flicker Rita's clit with her tongue. I took the opportunity to have Steph sit on my face so I could torture her too. Steph went to work on Rita's clit with her nipples; no one could dovefuck a girl like Rita could with her magnificent torpedo tits, but Steph brought our friend to her third very satisfying orgasm of the evening.

 

There were two bed in the guest room, so we didn't all try to crowd into one of them, we actually needed to sleep. Lisa and I spent time enjoying some sleepy kissed before eventually she fell asleep spooned up next to me with her warm butt pressed to my belly. At some point in the night I woke up with a terrible headache (damn wine!) and a powerful need to pee. I go up to go to the bathroom, still partially asleep (I think) because I walked out of the bedroom stark naked. I went to the bathroom and took care of business, also getting a big drink of water. Coming out of the bathroom I got the shock of my life. I literally ran into Carolina, and she was naked too! I backed up really fast and we just stared at each other, neither of us sure what to do.

 

My find was racing, at least as much as it could being still quite sleepy and probably still a little drunk. Here I was standing in front of an absolutely fucking gorgeous naked woman. I have no doubt Carolina was thinking similar thoughts about standing in front of a naked 17-year-old (for one more week) girl. What should I do? Now, dear readers, I am sure you are shouting at this point Fuck Her! Fuck Her! But this was one of my best friend's big sister. I had no idea what her sexual preferences were and there was no way I was making the first move. What would I have done if she made the first move? Honestly, I have no idea. After what seemed like several minutes scooted past her with a mumbled "'Scuse me, had to pee" and I hurried back to the bedroom and threw myself into the bed. Amazingly I fell back asleep holding Lisa tight.

 

In the morning I told everyone my story. Lisa and Steph both wanted full descriptions of what Carolina looked like naked. My sleepy recollection was that her boobs were not as big as Rita's, but were still amazing, and that she shaves her bush. I couldn't completely tell if Rita was horrified or turned on by my story. I had no doubts that all of us, even Rita, might being using that image of a naked Carolina as masturbation material, I certainly planned on doing it. Carolina took us to breakfast before she went to work, the two of us barely made eye contact the whole time. The car dropped her off at Marshall Field's and the driver took a picture of the four of us standing under the iconic iron clock. We drove around getting some photos, and we went to the planetarium, before being dropped back at Union Station.

 

Since The City of New Orleans was sold out on our return day we had to take an earlier train, the Illini (yes dear readers, I am also that rarest of birds, a female train nerd. I wear the badge proudly). The Illini did not have an observation car, so we spent the trip in the snack bar car or in our seats.

 

About an hour out Lisa leaned over to me, "Would you have fucked her?"

 

"Babe, there was no way in hell I was making the first move. The only girl I have ever done that with is you; besides anytime we have ever brought in another girl we have always talked about it first. I would not have done anything with Carolina unless you knew about it and were OK with it."

 

Lisa smiled and kissed me on the cheek. "What if she had made a move?"

 

"Now that's a harder question to answer. I mean, on the one hand, I would still want you there, but on the other I doubt there is a woman or man on the planet who would say `No' if Carolina Graff asked them, `Wanna fuck?' I probably still would have tried to wake you up and that situation would have certainly would have made for some uncomfortable moments with Rita and doubt I would have ever been able to look Mr. Graff in the eye again."

 

"Well I hope she has one of those wonderful Hitachi vibrators like yours and that she thinks about your gorgeous naked body when she uses it."

 

That earned Lisa a quick boob squeeze.

 

As had been true in the past Christmas was a time when we didn't see each other as much. We did all get together for karaoke night at the coffee shop for our tradition singing of Christmas songs. This year Lisa sang "Angels from the Realms of Glory", which she also sang Christmas Eve at her church. She got me a copy of a book called All Aboard which was all about riding trains around America and a paperback copy of Hunter S. Thompson's Hells Angels: The Strange and Terrible Saga of the Outlaw Motorcycle Gangs. I got her a new Tolkien calendar and a pair of silver high-tops.

 

One of the downsides of having a birthday right after Christmas is the tendency for your presents to get run together. This year I didn't mind. My parents got me a computer to take to college with me, a very nice Macintosh 5200, I was way excited about that. Janet got me a CD of Bach's Cello Concertos recorded by Yo-yo Ma telling me "You need to listen to some better music sometimes." Ah, how I love my baby sister; I did give the CD a listen and, while it might never replace Joan Jett or Mark Knopfler, it was really beautiful music.

 

For New Year's Alecia invited us to her house. Her parents would be home, so no orgies, but she assured us that they wouldn't last long after watching Dick Clark drop the big ball in New York. Alecia had made more friends at our school than she ever did at her old school and most of them came to the party, along with many of her shipmates from the Revenge. I was quite surprised when Alecia's mom called me.

 

"Cindy, can I ask a favor of you?"

 

"Sure. What can I help you with?"

 

"Alecia has told me you are quite the chef and that you are quite fond of Cajun food. Well, I grew up near Mobile, Alabama and I have always like Creole and Cajun food, so I was wondering if you would be willing to make something for Alecia's party?"

 

"Sure!"

 

"You can use our kitchen and, if you get me a shopping list, I'll get all the things you need. We'll have some pizza available too."

 

That was a relief to me. I know most of my friends liked the things I made but you never know once you have a big group. I decided to make jambalaya, it was still my favorite Cajun dish. I called Lisa, making sure she would be there as my sous chef, and as my cuddle-bunny (Yeah, I can be disgustingly cute when called upon). I also called Alecia to find out if there was a stereo to put in the kitchen since I must have the appropriate music in order to make food.

 

Lisa and I got to Alecia's house just after noon on New Year's Eve. True to her word, Alecia's mom had been doing some serious grocery shopping and Alecia told me their housekeeper had made sure everything in the kitchen was clean and ready to go (Housekeeper? Wow. This rich are really different). I was polite, but quite insistent, that there was room in the kitchen for me and my two assistants (I left out the "sexy") but that she was welcome to sit at the other side of the bar and watch; she took this better than my mom ever had.

 

I put the CD of the soundtrack of The Big Easy into Alecia's portable stereo and went to work. Alecia's mom seemed fascinated that am 18-year-old (by a few days) girl was this interested in cooking, evidently Alecia was not, and she asked a lot of questions. I answered them as best I could, adding in stories of our various adventures as I went along. She really liked that the owner of the Cajun restaurant in Charleston would switch in and out of French, calling me "Curly" and "The Little Lost Cajun Girl. She also was impressed by, and in total agreement with, Lady Victoria's pronouncement that Lisa had been born with the glitter in her veins. I had brought many of my own spices, the ones I had ordered from Penzey's, and Alecia's mom had many others, so the kitchen was filling with the incredibly savory smells of cooking chicken, sausage, and a thick rich sauce. It was enough to pull Alecia's dad away from college football bowl games; we all giggled as her mom informed him, quite imperiously, that if she had to stay out of the kitchen so did he.

 

Just like my mother I made more than was needed, though Alecia's father assured me he would let none go to waste. Most of the guests were in choir with Alecia but I did see she had invited Gil. There were some girls that Lisa knew who were students with her at the dance studio and who had also tried out for the school dance team. I noticed one of those girls seemed to be checking out Lisa and I, so I was interested to know more about her. By the time we were done with dinner I had my doubts if there would be any sex tonight as there were a lot of bulging bellies.

 

Alecia's house had a very large basement rec room with a projection TV system, a nice stereo, a pool table, and a pinball machine! Not just any pinball machine, one of the classics, Bally's "Wizard" machine (the one based on the film Tommy).

 

I grabbed Alecia and pulled her in tight whispering in her ear, "I am ready to fuck you on the pool table right now!" Alecia giggled.

 

I started playing and kept at it for several hours, taking occasional breaks for a Coke, or a game of pool, or some kissing and groping with Lisa in one of the side rooms. We were not alone in that last activity; I noticed Alecia and Gil going into one of those rooms and Gil throwing away some condom wrappers on his way out. I respected that he came prepared; us lesbians can be more spontaneous than guys can.

 

I was deep in my zone, not even noticing I had been playing on a single credit for a long time, but Lisa was paying attention. Other folks were also noticing that the machine had made the loud THUNK noise that signals when you get a free game many times; Alecia had run upstairs to get her dad too. I looked up briefly and realized the source of the excitement, I was about roll over the score on the machine; I also realized that someone had put The Who's "Pinball Wizard" on the stereo. When the last ball finally drained everyone was clapping for me and Alecia's dad was patting my on the shoulder.

 

"Well done Cindy, I've never managed to do that, and I've had this machine for almost 20 years."

 

"Did you restore it?"

 

"Most of it. I had an actual artist restore the back glass. I think it was flipping through a book about the art of pinball machines that got Alecia interested in art."

 

"You did an amazing job with it."

 

"Thank you young lady, I appreciate that coming from a connoisseur."

 

Midnight came, the big ball dropped in Times Square, bottles of sparkling cider were popped, and a lot of kissing occurred. Before we left Lisa came over the girl from her dance class who had been eyeing us. Her name was Elizabeth ("Please, call me Ellie"), she had long, glossy black hair, some very nice boobs, and very big brown eyes. I noticed she had her hand on Lisa's butt, which got me excited.

 

"Hey babe, this is Ellie. She's in the same dance class as me and she will be on the dance team with me too. She's a junior at school"

 

I looked her over, her resemblance to Carolina was considerable and that had me wondering what else about her looked similar. "I haven't seen you at school very much, are you new?"

 

"I'm a year behind you and Lisa so we wouldn't have any classes in common. I'll be honest, until Lisa got elected Homecoming Queen and I began to listen to the stories about what a badass you are, "here was where I blushed noticeably, "I'd never really noticed you and your friends. Now that I know we share common interests I'd like to join your crew."

 

Lisa chimed in, "She was a hang-around with The Bitches, but she has a lot in common with us." From the look on Lisa's pretty face I knew that at the very least her and Ellie had done some kissing.

 

"Well then, she'll have to start eating with us."

 

Ellie ran her fingers down my arm, "I'd like that." Damn! This girl did not waste time! I like that in a woman.

 

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