This part of our heroine's story is making its way toward the end for this part of her life. As always, this story is fiction, but it is based on real events, but it has been enhanced to make it more exciting. To this day I still hate trying on clothes and I really don't like getting dressed up, I only do it when my wife is at her most enticing.

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Part 26 -- In Which Your Protagonist Resents Getting Fitted for A Dress, the Return of Prom Stress, and a Grand Production Number

 

I had never been involved in a wedding, so I had no idea what to expect. I think Janet knew a bit more, she reads all the right magazines, and Mom was being driven mad with Cherie expertly shutting her out of the planning of the event. I didn't hold that against Cherie, Mom can be pushy at the best of times and can pretty much take over any activity. Cherie had sent us an email with a form to print out for Janet and me to record various measurements so that our dresses could be ordered. Since I had never been to a dress shop I had no idea what to do with this form. Mom suggested that since Rita's mom enjoyed sewing and made many of Rita's clothes maybe we could ask her. I called Rita and she said her mom would be happy to help out; so on a Saturday morning I drove to Rita's house with Janet. Lisa came along because I think she really enjoyed watching me be tortured with frilly, girly clothes; there was no doubt Janet was enjoying every minute of this. Janet's enthusiasm waned with she realized she would be standing there in her underwear in full view of two notorious lesbians as well as one of their best friends who might well be a lesbian too.

 

I was as stoic as I could be as Mrs. Graff meticulously measured pretty much everything about me. I took solace that I was still a few inches taller than Janet, but I was dismayed to learn that my hips (and butt) were definitely larger than hers and her boobs were the same size as mine and probably still growing. Much to Janet's horror it was quite obvious to all of us that her nipples were rock hard. I was now having some very kinky thoughts about my little sister and I could definitely understand why Lisa had fantasies about her.

 

Mrs. Graff was one of those people who could get you to reveal all sorts of information without you really realizing it; Mom described her as a female Perry Mason (I had no idea what that meant). Rita had told her mom about Ellie and her situation and Mrs. Graff, who was quite passionate about ensuring that women were treated fairly by the law, had taken an interest. She knew Ellie's dad was in prison in Texas and that her mom had a fair number of struggles of her own. She had also clearly seen, if not actually met, Ellie's mom because she described her as someone who had the look of "Being ridden hard and hung up wet." I did not understand the reference at all, but Rita explained it was a common expression in the ranching country her mom had grown up in. in any case she made it clear to Rita, Lisa, and I that she would help Ellie and her family out, legally speaking, if they wanted it.

 

The other thing Mrs. Graff was fully aware of was the impending prom. Lisa and I had been working quietly to actually go to the school event, but we were being shut down at every turn. We were both nervous because on Friday at school Cohn had sent messages to us that we were to meet with her, in her office, during lunch on Monday and I had no illusions about this being a friendly meeting. Our alternative queer prom was lots of fun but I knew Lisa really wanted to go to the real event but there were obstacles in our way, obstacles that even Mrs. Graff admitted we might not be able to overcome.

 

"The problem is that state law does not recognize queer students as a protected group. We might be able to make some slippery legal arguments but, in the end, since the Prom is controlled by the Parent Committee and not the school itself, the committee could invoke a nuclear option. It's happened in other places."

 

"What it that?" I could tell Lisa was close to tears because I think she knew full well what Mrs. Graff was saying. Janet was silent, amazingly, she knew how important this was to Lisa and I and she really, in her own way, cared about us. Lisa was holding my hand tight and I was keenly aware I was still in my underwear.

 

"They could decide to cancel prom totally and you could be sure they would make certain everyone at the school knew it was you girls' fault that nobody got to have a prom."

 

I was trying to get dressed while simultaneously holding Lisa to keep her from spiraling into a panic; I had no idea what to say.

 

Janet summed it up nicely, "Damn. That's cold." Mrs. Graff nodded grimly.

 

"I'm sorry girls but I really can't see how I can help you in this. You're both 18 and you can vote now so I suggest writing our legislators asking for a change in the law. That could take a long time, but it's what we can do."

 

On the ride home I could tell Lisa was trying really hard to not start wailing but she was losing that battle. Janet, amazingly, was the problem solver this time.

 

"Drop me off at home, I'll explain to Mom and Dad what's going on; you take Lisa home." She put her hand on Lisa's shoulder, "You got friends Snow White (that was her nickname for Lisa), never fucking forget that."

 

Lisa, tears starting to flow, nodded.

 

The moment we entered Lisa's house her dad knew something was wrong. Lisa could not get the words out, so I got to tell the story. I was close to tears as well, but I was also filled with a righteous rage that those withered old harpies managed to make my baby so upset. As I told the story to her dad, her mom was out running errands, I could tell he was getting really pissed off. Lisa's parents had known she was gay well before she told them, and they had been unwavering in their support of her (and me too).

 

He put his arm across Lisa's shoulder, "I have no doubt your mother will have much to say about this and I think these people will rue the day they messed with my daughter and her girlfriend." He turned to me, "You two go downstairs and take care of each other and you let me know if you need anything."

 

I took Lisa by the hand, "Thanks Mr. P." and I led her down to the TV room. Neither of us were in the mood to fuck right now, we just sat on the couch, holding each other tight, and I let Lisa cry it out. My shirt was an utter mess but I didn't care; I was going to take care of my sweetie.

 

"I can't wait to get out of this fucking town!" Lisa wailed, "I want to go somewhere where you and I can live our lives without hateful people trying to make us miserable."

 

"I know babe, I'm ready to grind Cohn to a fine paste and shit her out her own asshole."

 

"That is a weirdly descriptive threat sweetie, but I don't disagree."

 

"This is definitely Warren Zevon time."

 

Lisa looked puzzled (she was adorable when she did that too), "What does that mean sweetie?"

 

I gave her a grim little smile, "Send lawyers, guns, and money. The shit has hit the fan."

 

"Now that I understand."

 

I knew she was pulling it together when she began kissing me back. We were tongue wrestling when we heard Lisa's mom get home. There was a loud "What!" from upstairs and then her mom swept into the room.

 

"Is this what is going to happen? Are they really going to be that petty and cruel?" I explained that Cohn was calling us into her office during lunch and, knowing how good Mrs. Graff's instincts were, we were pretty sure that was how it was going to go down."

 

"Well, we will show that horrible woman how people support each other. I will call Ben this afternoon to get plans started. You girls will have a night to remember and so will your friends." From her expression I was sure she would do just that and that my mom would make sure we would all be so full we wouldn't be able to dance.

 

Monday came and we reported to Cohn's office as ordered. Lisa was holding my hand tight, which was good because I so wanted to slap that smirk of Cohn's face. In the office with us were two other women, clearly moms of the some of the Bitches based on how they were dressed. Their expressions were like that of someone who just found a used tampon in their McNuggets. They didn't even consider us to be human.

 

"Here is how it is going to be, you two deviants are going to sign this statement saying that you will not come to the school the night of prom nor will you create any sort of disturbance around the school. If you violate this agreement you will be suspended for the rest of the year and you will not be allowed to participate in graduation. Furthermore, you and your families will not plan anything to compete with the school's prom or in any way impugn the dignity of the event. You will also not involve Jeanine Graff in any of this and you will tell no one else about this, especially not that mousy daughter of hers. If you try to fight this in any way you can be sure Prom will be canceled for all students and the entire student body will know it was you two sluts who took away Prom from everyone." I was about to explode but I held my temper. I saw on the forms that there were places for our parents to sign, that meant we had to take them home and that gave us some time.

 

"Fine. Can we leave now?"

 

One of the other women sneered at us, "I'd rather you stepped in front of a train but getting out of the sight of normal people will have to do."

 

We took the forms and left.

 

We didn't dare talk about it at school, but we did tell Rita that we were coming to her house and we needed to talk to her mom. Rita knew the basics of what was going on and she assured us both her parents would be there and Katherine might well join us on the phone.

 

I showed Mom and Dad the damn form. Mom started to cry and that turned the taps on for me too; even Janet was upset. I don't know how much of that was for me, but I knew that she could not stand people being mean to Lisa. My parents agreed that involving Mrs. Graff was a good idea and so I headed over to Rita's. Lisa was there already; she said her dad was, in the words of Al Pacino in Scent of a Woman, ready to "Take a flamethrower to the place!"

 

Rita looked as serious as I had ever seen her. "Mom and Dad are absolutely livid. Cohn's crack about me being `mousy' has dad ready to start calling in favors; but I think what really is making them mad is that they know Cohn has won this one." She hugged us both. "I'm so sorry! I know that lots of our friends will come to our queer prom, but I also know that's not the same."

 

"Thanks Rita." I gave her a serious kiss and gave her boobs some nice squeezes too, Lisa did the same; then we headed to the office.

 

Mr. Graff was stalking around the room in a fury. Rita had told us that she could not remember anyone being disrespectful to her family, not ever the old-school mobsters her dad had dealt with (in fact the really high-up Outfit guys had always been unfailingly polite to them). Mrs. Graff was sitting behind her desk, trying to look calm and failing spectacularly at it.

 

Rita's dad talked to the air, "Can you hear us Ms Nettleford?"

 

"Yes sir. Hello girls."

 

Lisa and I spoke in unison, "Hi Katherine."

 

Mr. Graff stuck out his hand, all business, "May I see this document?"

 

I handed it to him, my hand shaking. He smiled a thin smile at me, "Don't worry Cindy, we know none of this is your fault." He read the paper, his hands beginning to shake and his face taking on a truly scary expression.

 

"Goddamn! Who does this woman think she is? Joe Accardo always had more class than this!" Joe Accardo had been the much-feared boss of the Chicago Outfit, at least until his death (and maybe for some time after that).

 

Rita's mom read the page as well and it was plain that the fact that she was specifically mentioned in it was the ultimate affront. "This is beyond the pale! This will not stand!"

 

I actually raised my hand, "Can I say something first?"

 

Mrs. Graff took a deep breath, "Of course you can Cindy. I'm not mad at you girls, my anger is toward the implied threat to my family."

 

I tried to smile. "Lisa and talked about this. As much as we want to utterly crush these evil people we don't want to do it at the expense of our classmates. We will agree to not go to Prom but where we would like your help is to make sure that our event at the coffee shop won't get us in trouble.

 

Her face softened a little bit, "That school does not deserve girls like you two. I appreciate your unwillingness to hurt your classmates to make your case and, at least on that point, I don't think we would have any success challenging the Parent Committee's decision on who gets to attend Prom. That said, her attempt to silence you and to tell you that you cannot have your own celebration is not legal. Certainly, telling you girls that you are not allowed to speak to your legal counsel is clearly against the law. Fred (few people called him Ferdinand), Katherine, and I are going to make some phone calls. I will let you know when it is happening but there will be a meeting tomorrow and Cohn is not going to like it. Now you girls go with Rita and soak in the spa, you look like you need it."

 

As we walked to the pool house I had to ask Rita this, "Do your parents know we fuck in their hot tub?"

 

Rita giggled. "I think so. I caught the tail end of a conversation one time where I heard Dad say, `Well at least we don't have to worry about her getting pregnant.'"

 

We left our clothes on the bed and slid naked into the nice, warm water. Lisa and I agreed that Rita deserved the best orgasms of her life for all the help she had given us over the past two years. It was a little too chilly to be up out of the water, so we focused on sucking on her lovely, pointed tits and fingering her soft, almost hairless pussy.

 

Three massive orgasms later we went back inside. Our first stop was the shower because I wanted both my friends to pee on my tits at once. Rita had us aim for her mouth and Lisa let the warm streams spray on her breasts. We laid Rita down on the bed and I began eating her lovely pussy while Lisa sat on her face. We switched places so that Lisa could get a taste of Rita's cunt too. Rita insisted we both needed good nipple-fuckings for being so brave and she was true to her word. We would have happily spent the night with her, but we needed to get home.

 

One our way out Rita's dad came to talk to us. Did he know we had just fucked his daughter senseless? Maybe, maybe not. In any case he seemed OK with it.

 

"OK girls, we have a meeting set up with the school principal for tomorrow, we've gone over Cohn's head. I'm sorry we can't fix the Prom thing, but we will make sure that harridan does not harass you girls for the rest of the year."

 

Lisa hugged him, he seemed embarrassed by this. "Thank you so much. You and your wife have done more for us than we would have any reason to expect."

 

"Stuff and nonsense my dear. We take care of our friends and you girls are Rita's best friends. I'll see you tomorrow."

 

I took my pirate hat with me to school. If things went at all well I planned on wearing into the cafeteria and maybe to all of my afternoon classes too. I called Lisa and told her to do the same and to bring her tiara. Just as Mr. Graff said we both called to the office just before lunch started, but this time to the principal's office. He was one of those people who folks talked about but hardly anyone ever saw him. Rumor was that he was out playing golf most days and often stank of alcohol.

 

We entered the office to see the Graff's (and Katherine) looking like they planned on kicking ass and taking names. I only knew Dr. Stellmann, the school principal, from his photo in the yearbook, I don't think I had ever seen him in person. There was another man there who I was clueless about and he looked very unhappy. Then there was Cohn. There was a fury in her face that was actually scary, but I also got the idea that she realized while she had won on the actual Prom dance, she had actually lost on everything else.

 

Mr. Graff looked at the clock and nodded to Katherine. She began handing out packets of paper to the adults in the room (Lisa and I would learn about what was on those papers later). Once she was done she drew herself up even straighter (how did this woman do that?) and locked eyes with Cohn in the same way she probably would if she were aiming a machine gun at someone.

 

"These documents have been given to you as a courtesy. They are copies of the request for an injunction which we will file with the district court in Champaign this afternoon if there are any further attempts to harass or intimidate our clients."

 

Cohn let out an ugly, barking laugh, "These two freaks are your `clients'? Hardly, they are just two evil girls trying to corrupt..."

 

Katherine cut in, using her low, dangerous voice, "I assure you Mrs. Cohn that we are the legal representatives of these girls and their parents. I do not tolerate being interrupted and so I suggest you not speak until spoken to.".

 

"I'm not going to be talked down to by two greasy mob lawyers and their {word for a black person I refuse to even type} lackey!"

 

I was truly amazed that at that moment Cohn was not reduced to an atomic mist. The Graffs looked like they were preparing to launch an orbital nuclear strike and, in another time, Katherine would have whipped out her sword and collected Cohn's fucking head right then and there.

 

The man I did not recognize now spoke, or rather yelled, "For the love of Christ Felecia can you not shut up? We're in a deep enough hole now already because of you and if you want to have a job after this meeting is over you will shut up now!"

 

Katherine looked at the man and nodded slightly, "Thank you Superintendent Morrill. You see what our clients are having to deal with."

 

"Please continue Ms Nettleford."

 

"Thank you. As I was saying, these papers will be filed in district court this afternoon and we will commence civil action on the behalf of our clients if this matter is not resolved." She sat back down; flashing Lisa and I a faint smile. Our samurai protector was back! Now it was Mrs. Graff's turn. "Thank you Ms Nettleford. Superintendent Morrill, Dr. Stellmann, I believe what you have witnessed here today gives you an idea about the animus Mrs. Cohn has toward our clients, and indeed all gay students at this school. Here is what we expect to happen: First, Mrs. Cohn will have no further contact with our clients for the remainder of the school year. Second, we will receive written assurance that no action will be taken against our clients for any legal activities they participate in outside of school. Third, the school will begin the process to take the responsibility for Prom away from the Parent Committee. In return for this our clients, because they really care about the happiness of their classmates, will not attend the Prom here at the high school. Do you accept this Mr. Morrill?"

 

"I do." He sounded for all the world like a man who would have rather been anywhere else.

 

"So you are letting this white-haired freak still have a lead role in the spring musical? I can't believe that, there has to be another girl, a normal girl, in this school..."

 

Here Dr. Stellmann cut her off. "Sit down and be quiet Felecia. The casting of the play is Roberta's decision and I am not going to overrule her and neither are you." He looked around, "Are we concluded then?"

 

Mr. Graff nodded. "Then I will wish you a pleasant day. Felecia, you stay here."

 

We got up and left, quickly. I did not want to spend any more time than was necessary in that office. Once we were out in the hall Lisa and I both embarrassed Katherine by hugging her, the Graff's found this to be terribly cute. I shook Mr. Graff's hand, knowing he was not a hugger, but I gave Mrs. Graff a big hug.

 

"You are an amazing young woman Cindy, I want you to know that. Fred and I will be helping out with the Queer Prom as well to make it truly a night to remember."

 

Mr. Graff and Katherine went out to the car, but Mrs. Graff followed us into the cafeteria. I pulled my pirate hat out of my backpack and so did Lisa right before she carefully put on her tiara.

 

Gil saw us and stood up on a chair bellowing out (he had a really strong voice when needed), "Ladies, Gentlemen, and Everyone In Between, I give you the Dread Pirate Roberts and her lovely consort!" At least our corner of the cafeteria erupted in raucous cheers, we could see the Bitches seething at us. Rita's mom gave Rita an envelope and kissed her on the forehead, which made Rita blush.

 

We recounted the entire story to our friends. It was the first time for some of them to hear about Rita's parents and Katherine; it was universally agreed that they were total badasses. As we were telling the tales Rita opened her envelope and jumped up.

 

"I did it ! I'm in!"

 

She showed us the letter announcing that she had been accepted as a student at the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. I had been utterly confident Rita would be accepted, and it felt good to be right. With the opening of that envelope all of us girls knew where we were going in the fall. Gil was one of the few guys who was part of our inner circle and he had proudly announced he would be studying economics at Northwestern. Now what remained was the rest of our senior year.

 

Lisa, of course, already had a dress for prom. I was firmly in my belief that she would be beautiful wearing a potato sack, but her dress made her even more irresistible. She had decided previously if she really wanted to have all eyes on her (not just mine) she either needed to wear white or a really dark color. Her dress, which she had found in a dress shop in Vincennes, was an eggplant color. I had told her that this would be the only eggplant I would ever eat and she assured me I would have all that I wanted. Janet had announced that she was going to our Prom, even if an older guy asked her to the school event. Mom took us to Champaign to shop and Lisa insisted on coming along to ensure that we would be an unforgettable couple. Our plan was to buy pairs of white high-tops and dye them to match our dresses if we needed to.

 

Janet had found a magenta dress with some teal detailing that even I had to admit looked nice. After what seemed like hours we finally found one for me. Lisa had tried to call Rita, but she wasn't available, so she called Alecia (our other artist) asking about complementary colors. Alecia suggest that if Lisa's dress would be a dark purple then mine should be a bright yellow. We found one that was not too frilly and so it was off to the fitting room with us.

 

"Brat, I want you to know how important you are to me and Lisa. You've stuck with us from the night we came out and we couldn't have gotten through everything that's come at us without you."

 

Janet, for one of the few times in her 15 years on this planet, didn't know what to say. I gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.

 

"If you ever do that in public I promise I will kick you square in the cunt so hard a tampon will come out your fucking nose, you curly-haired pervert!" She tried to look all mean threatening but she couldn't do it. We both dissolved into a giggle fit.

 

"No problem brat. By the way, your headlights are on." we both looked down to see that both of us were sporting rock-hard nipples. Janet turned her back to me and put on her dress while I struggle to do the same. We had to zip each other up but once we accomplished that we stepped out.

 

Lisa did that adorable thing where she claps both hands over her mouth when she is really excited about something I'm doing. "You both look amazing, but I am sorry Janet, your big sister is an absolute vision."

 

Janet smiled, "I can live with that."

 

I put my arm around Lisa, "And we already have yellow and purple high-tops." Janet groaned audibly.

 

I insisted we stop in Charleston for Cajun food. Ms Fontenot was excited to see me and Lisa. I introduced her to Mom and Janet; she remembered Janet and she and Mom seemed to instantly bond in a mom-sort of way. She asked us what brought us up her way and Lisa told her about the dress shopping for prom and how, since we couldn't go to the regular prom, we would have our own. She scowled when Janet elaborated why we couldn't go to our school prom.

 

"This is just wrong boucelé," I had to explain that was her nickname for me and it meant "curly" in French, "There are too many unhappy, hateful people in this world and it hurts my heart that this happened to you girls. I can't fix this, but I can make sure you don't go hungry." I had to smile, she sounded so much like Mom.

 

She wanted to see me in the dress but after two bowls of gumbo I seriously doubted I would fit in it, but I did go to the car and bring it in to show to her.

 

"That is to die for cher! My girls are grown and out on their own, but I remember how excited they were for the dances at the school and the balls that went along with Bonfire Night in the summer and Mardi Gras in the spring and at Christmas and the New Year. They had graduated and gone off on their own when Franklin, God rest his soul, was offered a job at the college here teaching literature. He's been gone for years now but I still miss him, that's his photo on the wall." She pointed a photo of a young man in uniform, obviously taken when her husband had been drafted into the Army. "That's why I like you girls so much; you remind me how exciting being around young people can be. Hearing that these awful people have gone out of their way to make you girls feel like you shouldn't get to experience happiness makes me mad enough to spit on my own floor. If someone had pulled something like this with my girls I would have unleashed full-on Cajun fury on their ass."

 

We promised to send her photos from our prom and left with an overly-large bag of beignets, it was all we could to not eat all of them before we got home. I carefully hung the dress up in my closet, I was really excited about wearing it and that was a shock to my little tomboy soul. That night Lisa and I had a proper date, I was taking her to see one of my favorite movies, Casablanca, at the Galaxy that night. It has been several years since I had seen it, I had gone with Lee and her dad, but I wanted Lisa to see it with me on a big screen.

 

We got our popcorn, good thing we hadn't eaten all the beignets, and snuggled together. To me this was truly wonderful, the Galaxy (it would have been the Central back then) had shown this movie when it came out in 1942; I have always loved the magic of the movies (I had gotten that from Lee's dad) and this film really took my back to the time of the great movie palaces. When we reached the scene where Victor Lazlo tells the bar's band to play La Marseillaise I looked over to see tears on Lisa's face. I wasn't surprised, she more than most, knew the power of a song to move people.

 

After the movie we sat in the coffee shop, her with her sticky-sweet caramel chocolate coffee drink and me with my minimalist Black Darjeeling, just enjoying each other.

 

"So sweetie, did you like it?"

 

"I had doubted you when you said that was second only to The Princess Bride as a love story but now I know what you meant."

 

"You know, sometimes, when I make some grand gestures, no matter how ill-advised or futile it may be, you look at me like Ilsa looked at Victor when the band plays La Marseillaise and I know as long as you are there beside me I can do anything. We make a good team."

 

Lisa leaned over and kissed me on the cheek. "Now, take me back to your house and fuck me silly baby."

 

She didn't need to ask twice. It was late when we got back to my house so there was no need for small talk with the family. We were both feeling quite romantic so there was none of the rough stuff tonight. Lisa got me warmed up by slowly removing my clothes and licking me quite thoroughly. She had me put in the CD of Dire Straits' Love Over Gold so that she could show me her striptease skills and believe me those skills were epic for an 18-year-old small town girl. I picked her up, all my exercising was paying off, so that she could wrap her legs around me. Our boobs mashed together nicely as we kissed but I did start to get tired, so I laid her down on the bed. I lay on top of her, slowly rubbing my bush on hers, our hard nipples poking each other. With much effort on our parts we managed to orgasm almost simultaneously in a very satisfying and, thankfully, not drenching wet way.

 

Lisa rolled me on back and got on top of me, pressing her snow-white bush into my face. I slid my tongue between her pussy lips while at the same time slide one wet finger into her wonderfully tight butthole. I held on tight to my sweetie as she ran her tongue over one of my most sensitive spots, right between my pussy and my butthole. She did not ignore my delightfully swollen clit either, she made me climax before she did, and she did avoid getting kicked by my thrashing legs. I began eating her pussy with greater fervor, bringing her to orgasm shortly after mine.

 

I propped myself up on the pillows so that Lisa could rest her head on my boob, occasionally biting at them. I played with her long white hair and played with her hard nipples too.

 

She looked up at me with those amazing blue eyes, "Do you like you dress baby?"

 

"This may put my butch lesbian tomboy bonafides in jeopardy, but yes, I really do. I think our prom will be an amazing night; I know both our moms are in total overdrive planning this, Ben and Ron want this night to be magic too, and I think there are a lot of people who have learned our story who are going to help just because they are so pissed off at those evil people. I'm hoping that in the future other girls like us will look at our moment and know that this was the point in time when even this little town began to open up to the possibility that gay people aren't that different from anyone else."

 

Lisa sat up in my lap, holding me tight, "I am so ready to leave this place and move on to somewhere where we will be accepted as just another couple who are madly in love."

 

"I will follow you anywhere babe, even if we have to move to the far side of the Moon. For now I just have to think college will have to be better than this place."

 

We fell asleep snuggled up together.

 

Saturday morning Mom announced she had already told Aunt Carla about the dress and that she wanted to come down to see me wearing it. I began to think our little gathering of queer teenagers was morphing into something much bigger and that it was taking a life of its own. The was a seed of worry growing in my mind but that was going to have to wait; fueled with a massive amount of French toast Lisa and I headed to school for the last actual build day.

 

All the crews were there for this last push. Pretty much after today if something wasn't done, and if it wasn't absolutely vital, we were going to have to make do without it. Lisa went off to help with costumes, while she didn't have the design and sewing skills that Rita had she was good at organizing things and making sure everyone would know where their costume would be. I spend most of the day up in the booth as my crew got the lights positioned above the stage and wrestled the amazingly heavy spotlights into position as well. I had to repair a few circuits and I was happy to report out I did not burn myself even once soldering connections.

 

After lunch I went up to the dressing room. I had warned Rita about what I was going to do, and she had assured me she and the rest of the crew would be ready for a Weepy Lesbian Girl double feature. I got there as they were wedging Lisa into her final costume (the mind-explodingly sexy black one from the end of the show). I was carrying a big bag from Target and once I saw Lisa in those skintight pants (no room for panties under those) I was ready to fuck her right on the sewing table, but I stayed on-mission.

 

Her smile was enough to get me wet when she saw me, "You like it babe? Rita says they will actually have to sew me into this and that I better not get too wild dancing in it."

 

"I love it sweetie. I've got something to add to it too."

 

"What's that?"

 

I reached into the bag and pulled out my black leather jacket, the one that had belonged to my Aunt Carla. "I want you to wear this. I wanted to give it to you now because if I gave it to you after Rita put on your makeup she would tear me to tiny bits."

 

Lisa went full on Weepy Lesbian Girl first, I was not far behind, and in less than a minute the entire costume crew was wiping away tears.

 

Lisa assured more tears by looking right at me, singing softly "You better shape up `cause I need a girl, and my heart is set on you."

 

That was it. We all lost it. I looked and saw Ms Middlemarch in the doorway (someone must have told her what was going on) and she was dabbing away a tear as well.

 

After rehearsals that week Lisa was off to the dance studio every night. There would be a program at the Galaxy Saturday night so this was the big week for her girls and then she would have a break before the next class session started. I was working at the record store and normally I would go down and meet her after class but this week we had another plan. Miriam, Ellie's little sister, was in the class now so Ellie would come pick her up after class. Ellie's mom had taken on more responsibilities because our local tractor dealer had purchased dealerships in several other small towns, which meant she had to travel to the other dealers to do the books. This nice thing about this this was she got to drive one of the dealership's pickups and Ellie therefore had a car.

 

After my shift ended at the store I walked over to the coffee shop and Ellie was sitting on the Crying Couch alone. I sat down close to her and got straight to the point.

 

"My Jeep is in a nice dark corner of the lot behind the studio."

 

She said nothing but jumped up, took me by the hand, led me out. It took us a few minutes to get to the Red October because we were taking turns pinning each other to the wall with our boobs and kissing. Finally getting in the back of the Jeep I saw Lisa had been teaching her how to get naked fast and Ellie was a good student. I let her attack me, and dear readers, attack was the right word. It's a good thing that I like being bitten because she was definitely a biter. When it came to pussy she was a sloppy eater, but she was enthusiastic. She did just fine and got a heel right in the cunt as I thrashed about. I did my slow-lick torture on her and that resulted in some muffled screaming (she was biting on the sleeping bag) and a kick to the belly hard enough to almost make me pee.

 

"Sweetie I always thought my friend Lee was the most sexually voracious girl I have ever known but I think you have her beat."

 

"Did I do OK?"

 

"You did just fine, I think the kick to your pussy is evidence just like the bruise forming on my belly. How do I compare to sex with guys?"

 

"I mean, I have now had sex with two girls, but the orgasms are certainly more intense. I do like the feeling of a guy inside me, especially when he shoots his load in me, but I wish they would work a little harder at getting me to orgasm too."

 

I was a little shocked, "No condom? Aren't you afraid of getting pregnant?"

 

"I've been on the pill since I was 14. Mom had me when she was 19 and she absolutely does not want me following her down that road. It's definitely something she did right."

 

"You think you're ready for me and Lisa at the same time, maybe some wrestling too?"

 

"I am so ready for a threesome but I'm still not sure on the rougher stuff. That kind of weirds me out."

 

"We'll take it slow sweetie." We kissed pretty passionately until it was time to pick up Miriam.

 

We got dressed and walked to the studio lobby. Class was just getting out, so several little girls grabbed on to me with excited squeals of "Miss Cindy!". Amanda did hold back a bit, I think she blamed me for taking Lisa away in the fall to go to college.

 

Rehearsals were getting more and more stressful as we got close to our performance dates. I was determined that nothing go wrong because there would be people in the audience who could get Lisa financial aid for college based on how things looked and sounded. Lisa was so far in the zone that she did not have time to be scared so I was scared for the both. After rehearsal one night we went to the coffee shop for karaoke and cuddling. I was flipping through the book and saw some new listings which included a band from Kansas City called The Rainmakers. Lee's dad (my source of all new music) had introduced me to them and I really could relate to many of their songs about midwestern life. So I put my name on the list to sing.

 

As always Lisa was excited because she absolutely loved that I could get over my fear of singing (as well as my lack of talent) to do something with her that she loved. The song I picked was called "Information" that had lyrics all about living in a small town where everyone feels entitled to know, and to pass judgement upon, everyone else. I was elated at how well the last verse and the chorus resonated with my audience and with our situation.

 

"Well yes I know my daughter well and yes I know she's dreaming
Yes I know my sister well, that's the way it goes
I know my sister all too well, yes I know she's drinking
How do I bitch at her for something she already knows?

 

And yes I know my brother well and the company he's keeping
Yes I know my brother well, he sings a different tune

(at this point I was pumping my fist in the air just like Joan Jett and pretty much screaming)
Yes I know my brother well, I've heard it said he's queer as hell
Pray that he's in love as well, higher than the moon

 

Thanks for the information
Thanks but no thanks for the information
Thanks but no thanks for the information
'Cause information's got your number too"

 

I was a little surprised to get hugs from Ron and Ben that were not accompanied by tears.

 

Ben looked up at me (he was just about 5'2"), "That, young lady, was absolutely fierce. Ron and I have been doing battle with close-minded know-it-alls for longer than you have been alive. Never lose that courage or that determination. You and Lisa are entitled to love and happiness as much as anyone else on this planet and don't you forget it.

 

I gave him a hug back, "Silly old bear" and I even managed not cry.

 

The final week of rehearsals went much longer each day, so I was off from the store and someone else covered Lisa's class. She had told her girls why she would not be there and also told all the students that the owner of the studio had tickets to Grease for anyone who wanted to go.

 

Wednesday was our dress rehearsal. Before we started, I was up in the booth, I noticed a man talking to Ms Middlemarch on stage. She motioned Lisa over and (I learned this later) introduced her. The man was a representative of the state association of theater teachers and he was here to see Lisa perform. Ms Middlemarch had the sets moved in for the scene where she sings "Look at Me I'm Sandra Dee". After that she would go right into the end of the song from right before she transforms into Sex Goddess Sandy.

 

I put the spotlight on her myself. I knew she couldn't see me in the glare, but I blew her a kiss anyway along with a "You got this babe!"

 

I had heard her practice this song endless times with the recorded music but this time the orchestra was there, including Rhonda and Janet, and it was fucking epic. We had microphones suspended over the stage, but we had learned that for some of Lisa's parts we had to back them way down when she sang. I was told later that the main mike had flaked out right before the end of the song, so it was all Lisa at that point.

 

"Sandy, you must start anew
Don't you know what you must do?
Hold your head high
Take a deep breath and sigh
Goodbye to Sandra Dee"

 

Opera singers would have been impressed with the power she put into that last line and I knew she was looking right up at me and trying very hard not to cry. I ran down the back stairs and up onto the stage; it was my turn to sweep her off her feet. I refrained from kissing her because I knew how much went into her makeup and I didn't want to spoil it.

 

I still had my arm around her when the man came over to shake her hand. I was holding tight because she was shaking I didn't want her to collapse in a heap.

 

"Miss Pickett that was amazing, you have an amazing voice and also a wonderful stage presence. I will be happy to recommend you for one of the music teachers association's scholarships. I can see you also have a devoted fan base." Here he smiled at me and at Steph, Lauren, and Rita who had joined us on the stage. "I have no doubt you will have a wonderful performance this week."

 

Her voice was a bit shaky, but she had made Weepy Lesbian Girl go sit back down, "Thank you so much."

 

Dress rehearsal went well, and we were as ready as we were going to get. Our parents were there for all the performances but the final night, Saturday was the big one. Rob and Cherie would be there, as would Granddad and Aunt Carla ("I want to see this girl in my old jacket" she told me). Lisa was beyond excited when she told me her grandmother and her uncle were coming from Arizona to see her perform. Ron and Ben had announced that the coffee shop would close early on Saturday so that they could see the show as well. It was going to be a full house.

 

I may be a bit biased, but I think that Saturday's performance was the best show our school's theater had ever produced; it went flawlessly. I was up in the booth wearing my floppy black pirate hat for my triumph as the Dread Pirate Roberts prior to me giving up command to my little sister. We made it to the end when Lisa and the guy playing Danny (his name was Alan, very nice guy, scared to death of me) would do "You're the One that I Want". When Lisa came slinking onto the stage sewn into that black, skin-tight, sex-goddess costume Alan's mouth was hanging open most convincingly when he shouted the famous "Sandy?" Lisa was absolutely sex on two legs, I would have kicked Wendi Richter and Princess Diana out of the bed to make room for her. At the end of the song, when she sang "And my heart is set on you" Alan had his back to the audience so when she pointed at him she was pointed right at me up in the booth.

 

I knew this was my last night in the high school's theater, so I decided to go out in style. Our crew members had wireless headphones so we could all communicate and so I went on the air one last time.

 

"Attention shipmates, this is your captain speaking. You have been an exemplary crew and It has been an honor sailing with you all. This is Revenge Actual signing off. Good night."

 

Now I was ready to congratulate my sweetie.

 

The curtain call was to thunderous applause and all the cast, and crew, gathered in the lobby. I refrained from mauling Lisa while she was being congratulated by her family, I wasn't sure if her grandmother knew about us, but I knew her uncle did. I saw Ms Middlemarch introduce a woman to her and I saw Lisa clap her hands over her mouth (it's so damn adorable!). The woman was from Illinois Wesleyan and she was there to tell Lisa she had been awarded one of the music school's scholarships. She looked up and saw me and came rushing over, parting the crowd like Moses parting the waters, to give me a huge kiss (makeup be damned). I very ceremoniously put her tiara on her, tonight she was Queen of the World. Mon and Dad congratulated her, as did Grandad and Rob. Aunt Carla remarked "I never looked that good in that old jacket. You should keep it sweetie." I was almost knocked over from two directions as Lisa was attacked simultaneously by Amanda and Miriam, both excitedly squealing "Miss Lisa!" We also got meet Ellie's mom for the first time. She was a little shorter than Ellie and she had clearly had been a looker back in the day; in her younger days she must have had epic tits, but years of hard living had taken their toll on her body and her soul. Ellie gave Lisa a very discreet hug, clearly her mom did not know the whole truth about us.

 

Ben and Ron were there with a man I didn't recognize. They were gushing with praise for Lisa, though I did get a little too.

 

Ben was very excited, "My dear you were amazing, I am so glad we got to see you perform finally. Girls, this is Alex," here he gave a sly smile, "But you have met before."

 

Alex was impeccably dressed in a pin striped suit, he reminded me a lot of Cornelius. "We have? I don't remember meeting you?"

 

"Don't you? This young lady wearing my tiara has conclusively proved she has the glitter in her veins."

 

Duh! Both of us said it at the same time, "Lady Victoria!"

 

"Sssshhhh! I'm staying under the radar tonight." He gave us a conspiratorial wink. "I'll be back for your prom, I wouldn't miss that for the world."

 

We all went for our traditional Godfather's pizza after getting most of the stage makeup off the cast. The orchestra was there too, including Anthony, the guy who had taken Janet to the Homecoming dance. We chatted a little, but it was clear he was still intimidated by me (Good!). He had been on stage with the sock hop band, Johnny Casino and the Gamblers; I had never actually seen someone playing an upright bass like that and I did tell him he was really good. Janet came over and swept him away, I knew I would be interrogated about our entire conversation because Janet needed to know everything, all the time. Tomorrow would be strike day, meaning disassembly of the sets and getting props put back and things like that; that was enough for mom to agree to me spending the night at Lisa's. I wished we could do one last slumber party/orgy/Battle Royale but that was just not going to happen. We did at least have some quality kissing time in the parking lot with Steph and Lauren before we headed to Lisa's house. Thankfully her uncle and grandmother were staying in a hotel, so we didn't have to explain that (or so I thought) but when we got to her house everyone was still awake.

 

It was hard for me to sit there in the living room when I was so unbelievably horny but sometimes there are things a girl just has to do. It took a while but finally Lisa's grandmother broached the subject.

 

"So girls, I hear tell you two are a romantic couple."

 

It was her family, I was going to let Lisa do the talking.

 

Lisa had turned rather pale, but she took a deep breath and dove into the subject like a true Pirate Queen.

 

"Yes Gran, we are."

 

"I have to confess when your uncle told me about you two I didn't know what to think exactly. This wasn't something people did back in my day, but your mother told me how happy you two are together and how you just complete each other as a couple and that was good enough for me. I wish you girls every happiness."

 

Lisa got up, pulling me along with her, to hug her grandmother; I got a nice grandma hug too.

 

Lisa was trying very hard not to cry (her emotions had been whipped up all week), "Thank you Gran. That means a lot to us."

 

"You're a good girl Lisa, don't you ever forget that. I told you mother I want lots of photos of this prom of yours, it's shameful you can't end your senior year going to your school's dance."

 

Here I chimed in, "I will make sure you get plenty of photos ma'am." She smiled and patted my hand. I could tell she was not quite convinced that I was good enough for her granddaughter, but I was going to do my best to win her over.

 

We excused ourselves with Lisa explaining she had to get all that hairspray out of her hair. Rita had decided dying Lisa's hair blonde just wouldn't work so it had stayed its usual sexy white but for that final scene it was teased up with enough White Rain hairspray to generate her a personal ozone hole. We of course took a shower together, holding tight to each other as we pissed on each other's toes. There were few things I enjoyed more than feeling Lisa's firm butt pressed against me as I washed her hair; and with all that hairspray this took 4 shampooings before she was happy with it. After the shower we sat in the comfy chair in the spare bedroom and I brushed her hair, getting it all nice and straight again.

 

Lisa was definitely showing how tired she was, but she was on top of me when we got in the bed, rubbing her bush on mine. After a short while she slid between my legs, holding one of them straight up between her boobs so she could suck on my toes and really grinding her pussy against mine. This time her orgasm was wetter, so we would have to change the sheets again (that bed always had very clean sheets thanks to my laundry skills). Basking in that wonderful post-orgasm bliss she lay on top of me, her head on my chest, her fingers tweaking my nipple. I held on to her, stroking her lovely hair.

 

"So, be truthful, was I good tonight?"

 

"Baby, if Oliva Newton-John had been in the crowd she would have been cheering just as loud as our friends were. That was the best performance I have ever seen from you; you threw yourself into your role so much there was not a man or woman in the crowd, at least the ones that weren't related to you, who didn't want to fuck you. And there at the end when you looked and pointed right at me in the booth you had the Ilsa look, the one that turns me to Jell-O every time."

 

I don't think she heard the end. She was laying there on me, snoring her cute little snore. I just held her tight and went to sleep myself.

 

I woke up in the morning with Lisa between my legs eating my pussy, let me tell you Dear Reader that is a wonderful wake-up call. Lisa had a firm grip on my legs so that she didn't get kicked in the face. I climaxed with leg-shaking pleasure and then I rolled Lisa on her back and began slowly licking her pussy, loving the feel of her soft, white bush on my face. I caught almost all her juices, so I didn't have to wash another set of sheets. We grabbed some Pop Tarts on the way out and headed to school.

 

Lisa was given a greeting worthy of the Princess of Wales. Ms Middlemarch even had a copy of the Sunday paper where the photo that accompanied the story about the show was of Lisa belting out "Goodbye to Sandra Dee."

 

"Carlyn, the woman from IWU School of Music, was so impressed with you Lisa. She kept talking about how rare it was to have someone your age with such poise and self-confidence on stage. You should be proud, I certainly am."

 

"Thank's Ms Middlemarch, I couldn't have done it without all my friends by my side." Here she pulled me in so tight I feared she might break one of my ribs.

 

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