Well, here it is,
the big Prom scene. We did have an
alternative prom my senior year, but it wasn't this magical. This is how I think it would have been, had
we been in a queer version of Pretty in
Pink.
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Part 27 -- Prom
Night
Mom, along with
Lisa's mom, was in full overdrive over the next two weeks. She was still taking directions from Ben and
Ron but from the sounds of it she was truly a whirlwind. She did an excellent job of keeping the plans
secret, not even Janet was able to get any information out of anyone. I think Rita knew some things, but I also
think she had been sworn to secrecy by her parents. When pressed on the prom Ben and Ron
dissolved into conspiratorial chuckles but no info was forthcoming. We so no signs of Cohn at school and the
Bitches were very pointedly ignoring us; we all agreed this was a wonderful
thing and we certainly returned the favor to them.
One thing we did
learn was that the Queer Prom would not be at the coffee shop. Word had gone out through the PFLAG network
as well as through us and our friends and the invite list had grown too large
for the coffee shop. It was here that
the Graff's stepped in. Rita told us her
dad had made some phone calls and one of his clients had reserved us a larger
venue, the ballroom at the Jeffersonian Hotel.
The Jeffersonian was a grand old hotel that had been built back when our
little town was where the Pennsylvania and the Illinois Central railroad lines
crossed (Granddad told me all this) and it had been named after one of the
Pennsylvania Railroad's passenger trains.
It had been refurbished along with other parts of the downtown area,
much like the old Sears store that became the youth center. It was run by a community board, and this
made the situation all the more delicious, one of the board members was also on
the Parent Committee at school. When she
learned that the true renter was Mr. Graff she tried to cancel the agreement,
but the board's attorney informed her that going up against Ferdinand Graff in
a simple contract case was pointless.
Things were looking up because this would be a glorious setting for our
dance; the restoration had brought the old hotel back to its Art Deco glory (I had
gone with Granddad on a tour when it was re-opened).
I was genuinely
shocked when I learned that I would get one of the awards given for outstanding
Career Education students. Mr. Lucan,
not a man of many words, told me it was a combination of my excellent work both
in the class and in my work with Habitat for Humanity. He also handed me an invitation to an event
at the electrical workers union hall on Friday night. There was a note attached to it from The
Chief telling me to bring my parents and to bring Lisa too. In a sign that he knew me all too well he
also said this was not a formal event but to look nice. I was intrigued; what on Earth was this
about? I showed it too Lisa and she gave
me a hug and she assured me she would be there.
Mom and Dad were just as in the dark as I was, but Dad especially was
proud of me for sticking with the class and also of the work I was doing. "I'm glad to see that other people are
recognizing you for the wonderful person you are."
The crowd at the
union hall was overwhelmingly male and (let's be honest here) old. I thought that the few women there were the
wives (I turned out to be wrong on this) but there were two other girls my age
who I recognized from school. There were
various speeches and some union business before The Chief got up to speak. He explained that every year the local and
the state organization award scholarships to the children of union
members. He called out the names of four
people I sort of knew from school who went up to receive oversized certificates
for scholarships. They didn't reflect
huge amounts of money, but they weren't insignificant amounts either.
Then he looked
right at me. "We have one more
scholarship to award. This is an unusual
event, but it is for an unusual person.
It was been several years since we have had one of our apprentices going
to college while continuing their apprenticeship. This year we have such a person, and for the
first time ever it is a young woman.
Cindy, will you come up here please."
I could feel
Weepy Lesbian Girl was ready to turn on the tears, but I did my best to fight
it. I could see Lisa bouncing in her
chair with her hands over her mouth in the adorable way she does when she is
excited for me.
"Cindy will be
attending Illinois State in the fall to study Engineering Technology as well as
continuing to work toward her Journeyman's credentials. In recognition of this, and on behalf of this
local and of the state organization I want to present to you this scholarship
for $5000 on behalf of all of us here."
I managed to hold
back the tears until after my picture was taken with the assorted local
officers, Dad got some photos too. Once
I was no longer the center of attention the tears began flowing but these were
most definitely happy, Pretty-Girl tears.
Dad got a photo of us together with me holding my oversized check. This money, along with money that my parents
and Granddad had saved and the money from the settlement of the car crash last
year meant there would be enough left over for Lisa and me, once we were in our
third year of college, to get an apartment together. I had never met The Chief's wife, but she was
there tonight along with a young woman who looked to be in her mid-twenties.
"Cindy, this is
Esther and our niece Gwen, "he looked over at Lisa, "And this is Cindy's
girlfriend Lisa."
Esther was
obviously happy to meet us, but Gwen was all but bouncing with excitement,
giving us both big hugs.
"My uncle has
told me so much about you two and I have hoped I would meet you someday."
The Chief's
expression became quite somber. "Gwen
was outed when she was 19 and, to my everlasting shame, my younger sister
kicked her out of the house that very day.
She called me, crying, asking if she could come live with us; she had
hitched a ride to Huntington, West Virginia and had no money and no place to
stay. I wired her some money and bought
her a train ticket to Chicago and we picked her up at Union Station. I was so glad when I heard you girls' parents
accepted you for who you are, and I hope someday Gwen meets someone like you."
Great, now both
of us were blubbering. That brought on
tears from Gwen as well. Once we pulled
ourselves together we did have some cake.
My sweet tooth will be the death of me yet. When I told my parent Gwen's story I could
tell it brought up some strong emotions for them as well. Since my coming out, and with Mom being
involved with PFLAG, they had heard enough stories like Gwen's that they knew
how scary that decision had been for me.
I was eating more
cake (I eat my stress) and staying close to Lisa when a woman came over to
us. She had a very confident air about
her, a lot like Katherine in that way.
"Hi, I'm
Allison. Jim has told me about you and I
wanted to meet you. It's nice to see
another woman in this old-man's club."
She had a very nice smile.
I had to swallow
my cake first. "Pleased to meet you."
"When I was an
apprentice Jim mentored me and I was there for him when Gwen came to live with
them, I tried to be helpful since I was not too much older than she was. I hope that when you are home on school
breaks you will call me; if I'm on a job where I can pay an apprentice I will
be happy to take you along with me. In
fact, I have one coming up in July that's definitely a two-person affair. You interested?"
"Thank you so
much! Yes, I definitely am. I will call you when we get back from my
brother's wedding."
She looked over
at Lisa, "And you must be the famous Lisa?"
Lisa blushed a
little, "That's me."
"When you were
elected Homecoming Queen Jim made it a point to make sure all of us knew about
it. He's really proud of you girls."
It was lucky we
were all cried out, else the tears would have flowed yet again.
At school that
week it was obvious to us that our continued happiness was driving The Bitches
(and their supporters) to distraction. I
mean, how dare we? Why would such
low-life freaks like us dare to be excited about our own alternative prom? Shouldn't we be at home writing maudlin
poetry, listening to way too much Melissa Etheridge, and planning increasingly
dreadful ways to hurt ourselves? Didn't
we know it was our place in life to wallow in misery and wish we were
beautiful, powerful, and sophisticated girls like them? Well, fuck them and the horse they rode in
on! We were going to have just an epic a
weekend as they were, maybe even better!
At our table in
the cafeteria all the talk was about the weekend. Lisa and I had made it clear that while all
our friends were welcome to join us we would not be mad if someone decided to
go to the school's prom. After all, we had
given up on going to prom so that other people at school would have a prom to
go to. There were many of our theater
and music friends who told us they would go to both dances; the consensus was
that they should go to the school first because we could all envision Cohn, the
Parent Committee, and The Bitches refusing them entry if they had sullied
themselves by associating with us awful queers.
We also knew that there would be people coming from some of the smaller
schools in the farm country surrounding us.
These were people who, for their own safety, were deep in the closet and
unable to reveal their true selves to anyone in their communities. I knew how awful that was and I had let the
PFLAG folks know everyone was welcome.
The Chief asked even asked me if Gwen could come, of course I said yes.
Ellie pulled Lisa
and I off to the side as we were getting up to go to class. That haughty exterior that she so often
projected was gone, she looked like she was torn between crying, puking, and
pissing herself. It was a feeling we
knew all too well.
"Can I come on
Saturday? I won't have a date or
anything, but I have never been to a school dance, I've always had to watch the
urchins, but mom said I could go to prom and she would watch them Saturday
night."
I gave her a
discreet hug. "Of course you can! We can even pick you up on Saturday to go
over to Rita's to get your hair and makeup done. She can make me look good, you will be a
goddess by the time she is done with you."
Lisa, smiling
hungrily, chimed in, "My mom and dad are going up to Rantoul to get something
Saturday morning, so we would have the house to ourselves." Here she looked at Ellie, licking her lips,
"You want to join us?"
"Oh fuck
yeah! You come get me and we will have
some fun. I've even been watching
wrestling on TV."
That last bit
practically drove me to orgasm on the spot.
I went to Ellie's
house Saturday morning. I finally got to
meet her mom; she had that frazzled look that you might expect to see from a
single mom with three kids. She seemed nice,
but she did want to talk about church a lot.
I deflected her questions as delicately as I could, and I was also
strategically vague. Ellie had her dress
in bag, all I could tell is that it was black, and she had a pair of black
cowboy boots and a black cowboy hat. She
was welcome to those things, I had my Chuck Taylor's.
Lisa had left the
door open for us (I locked it behind us) and she was waiting for us, nude, on
the couch. I stripped quickly but we
made Ellie go slowly, and she was good at it.
We were both quite wet by the time her panties finally came off. She stood there, smiling at us, hips thrust
out to proudly display her dense black bush with her dark pussy lips just
visible. Her boobs were a bit smaller
than mine and they were almost perfectly round with dark brown nipples. This was the first time I had seen her
totally naked and it was a wonderful sight.
"So Ellie, you
ready to wrestle?"
Her answer was to
move in slowly, wiggling her hips, and putting her hands on my shoulders. I did the same and it was on. What I realized really quickly was that while
she didn't seem as strong as Lisa, she did have those nice, tight dancer's
muscles. She had been watching wrestling
on TV, but not the WWF that I watched, she had watched, and pretty much
studied, college wrestling. The only
thing that saved me at first was her desire to lick my pussy and her incredible
arousal. Each time I brushed her pussy
her entire body would go stiff and she would give a soft, sexy moan. We rapidly began to sexfight, each of us
trying to get our fingers in the other's pussy.
I was finally able to use my big butt (well, big as compared to Lisa and
Ellie) to pin her down so I could go to work on her pussy, fingering her
wildly. Her orgasms were a lot like
mine, her legs kicking wildly, her lovely naked body shaking
uncontrollably. I sat on her face,
rubbing my pink pussy on her, feeling her tongue sliding deep inside me.
We pulled Lisa
down on the floor with us and what followed can only be described as a
fuck-frenzy. I so wanted to choke her
with her long, black hair (it came down to her mid-back), but Ellie had told us
that, because of her experiences with her mom's loser boyfriends, rough sex was
a turnoff for her. Wrestling, she said,
was fun as long as there wasn't choking or punching. Knowing her background, we respected her
limits.
Ellie greedily
ate Lisa's pussy while I was biting on her pale tits and nipples. She was driven into a licking frenzy when
Lisa's pussy erupted in a real gusher.
It was clear Ellie loved the taste of our pussys. We turned our
attention to her, she didn't want me to bite her nipples, but she did like them
getting sucked really hard. Lisa
alternated between her pussy and her butthole, licking both and sending our
friend into a wildly kicking orgasm.
We all needed a
shower and while it would be a bit crowded we all three of us got in we managed
it anyway. We had discussed the whole
pee thing with Ellie, she was not interested in having someone pee on her, or
for her to pee on someone else. However,
she did admit that since she was a little girl she had been turned on by
watching another girl pee. We all pissed
in the shower, we just aimed at the drain.
I really wanted to braid their hair but both girls wanted it loose so
that it was easier to work with.
That afternoon
me, Lisa, Michelle, Steph, and Ellie converged on Rita's house. By now we just accepted that if you wanted
makeup done right you went to Rita. It
was an added bonus that Carolina was there, she had done some modeling and was
pretty good with a makeup brush herself.
We were also happy to see Katherine as well; evidentially it had been
decided we needed some "chaperones" and it was mostly younger family members
who wanted to hang out with us. Rob and
Cherie would be there as well so there wouldn't be any orgies, but it also
meant many of us felt safer. There were
lingering worries that there might be people who would try something stupid to
get back at us so the presence of some intimidate people was a comfort. Rob's a teddy bear but he looks like a real
biker; Katherine's air of threat surrounded her like Darth Vader's cape.
Lisa's parents
had met up with us at Rita's, I think they knew what had gone on that morning,
but I think they assumed it was just me and Lisa; we saw no reason to enlighten
them about what happened on their living room floor. She handed Lisa a large envelope before the
left, telling her it had arrived in the mail that morning. Lisa opened it up, read for a second, and
then sat down on the couch, tears starting to flow. She handed it to me, indicating she wanted me
to read it.
I looked at the
envelopes contents and it was all I could do to not start to cry too. I took a deep breath and started reading.
"Dear Lisa, your
mom sent me a letter telling me about your performance as Sandy in Grease, she even sent me some photos and
a newspaper clipping about the show; you should know your parents are intensely
proud of you and the woman you have become.
I want you to know I am one of your fans too, and I hope, someday, to
see you perform on the stage. Your mom
also told me about what is happening with your prom and I want you to know that
there are far more people in this world who will love you for who you are than
there are the hateful people who are arrayed against you these days. All my love, Olivia Newton-John. P.S. Please give Cindy a kiss for me, from
your mom's description she is an amazing woman too." In the envelope there was also publicity head
shot that she had signed, "All my love, Oliva"
There was not dry
eye in the room (we do seem to have this effect on people), even Katherine was
dabbing her eyes. I sat down next to
Lisa on the couch, wrapping my arms around you.
"Wow." I had no other words and, following her
idol's instructions Lisa gave me a huge, sloppy kiss.
We managed to
pull ourselves together and started to get ready. Rita was clearly queen bee here, with Alecia
as her chief assistant. Mrs. Graff,
Alecia's mom, Carolina, and Katherine helped out, but this was definitely
Rita's show. She started in with me
first.
"I love you
sweetie, but you will always be a tomboy. However, I am going to do my best to
make you a princess tonight. I didn't
say anything, I was not going to interrupt her flow. I sat there in my underwear and she went to
work on me. I couldn't keep track of
everything she did to my face, but she did tell me she was not going to go
overboard, "You wouldn't be you then.
You'll be a princess for sure, but you will be a total badass princess." I am sure Mom and Janet would not be
impressed but she did do some dark eye makeup as an homage to Joan Jett. She knew better than to spend much time on my
hair, in humid weather (May in Illinois is sticky) my hair is damn near
uncontrollable so in the end it was just back in a ponytail with a yellow
ribbon tied on to it.
It took several
hours but we girls were princesses, OK I was a princess in yellow
high-tops. Lisa, as usual looked
amazing. Alecia had given her some dark
eye makeup which had the effect of making her eyes practically glow. Ellie's transformation was incredible. The dress, she told us, was from her mom's
party girl days. It barely came down
past her nice round butt and she was wearing black cowboy boots and a black
cowboy hat with silver accents; Rita described her as a slutty rodeo
queen. We got dressed and went out onto
the front lawn for our photos.
By now there were
a few guys here too. Gil was here for
Alecia; they had announced that they would have no part of the school prom,
they preferred to be with their friends.
Steph and Michelle were a definite couple, Lauren was with a guy we
didn't know; he was from one of the smaller surrounding towns, but he seemed to
know Lauren well. Lauren told us he was
the only gay student he knew of in his school (which had 200 students) and he
had never been to a dance before. His
parents were in the same motorcycle club as Lauren's parents and they knew he
was gay; Lauren said they were very happy he could have a fun experience to end
his high school career.
Mr. Pickett's
friend, the car collector, had gone all in.
Our story had really awakened his readiness for righteous battle and had
brought out the pride of his collection.
It was a Daimler, a really big British car. He told me that he had picked this car
because after talking with my mom, even though this car wasn't an American
classic, it would be meaningful to me.
"How's that?"
"This is the same
model of car that Princess Diana rode in to St. Paul's on her wedding day."
Rita took one
look at me and smacked my ass, "No crying Cindy, you'll spoil my work."
"Yes ma'am."
Rita's dad had
also been busy. There were several big
black cars for our friends, all driven by men who looked like they were adept
at handling themselves in situations of violence. That point was sharpened when we saw
Katherine showing some definite deference toward them (clearly she knew more
about them than we did), these were some heavy hitters to be sure. Our caravan
made a slow roll past the school, Mrs. Graff assured us that Cohn was not going
to come at us, her bosses were too afraid of her and her husband to allow her
to try anything stupid. Moving through
downtown we passed the coffee shop, decked out in pride flags, as well as the
record store. Ray, my boss, and the
whole staff were out on the sidewalk, cheering for us like we really were
royalty. The entire scene would have not
been out of place in a John Hughes movie.
We got out at the
Jeffersonian, noticing there we several big guys in the lobby, very discreet and
very serious dudes. We sensed Mr. Graff's client's hand in this
as well. We took the elevator up to the
top floor, which was where the ballroom was.
Over the door was a banner, on loan I was told from Ron, which read "All
Are Welcome Whose Souls Be Kind" (Ron told me later he had seen that on a VW
bus where a guy was selling grilled cheese sandwiches at a Grateful Dead show
in Oregon. God bless the Deadheads.)
Inside were some
of the people who had made this happen.
My parents and Lisa's, the Graff's, Ben and Ron, Ms Middlemarch, Ms
Johnson, Dr. Kenzie (the choir director), the rector from Lisa's church, The
Chief, my Brother and Cherie, Katherine, Cornelius Llewellyn, the ever-fabulous
Lady Victoria, and numerous people we didn't know. Lisa and I were determined not to ruin Rita's
work on our makeup, but it was going to be damn hard. I got a wild hair and decided to say
something, we needed to thank these people after all. I got up on the little stage, pulling Lisa up
with me, and took a deep breath.
"We want to thank
you all for setting up this amazing night for us. When we thought this up three years ago it
was to provide a wonderful experience for our friends Lee and Annie. It grew last year with the help of our moms
and PFLAG, driven no doubt by my mom's and my sister's desire to see me in
dress (that made my mom laugh). Now
tonight, despite the efforts of some people in this town who just want us to
just disappear, or better yet die (I was pulling no punches here), we are here
in this amazing location to have an experience that everyone who wants to
should get to have. Some of you (here I
looked at Ben, Ron, Cornelius, and Lady Victoria) have been in this fight since
before I was born (I could tell Ben was fighting back tears); others, some have
fought this fight in the courts (smiling at the Graffs), and some of us (my arm
around Lisa's waist) are new to the fight.
What I know is that we are in this for the long run and we will not give
up. Now, before my fellow Pink Floyd fans tell me this wasn't what Roger Waters
meant, know that I am fully aware that I am reinterpreting his words from the
song "Outside the Wall" to express my thanks to everyone who has been with us
in this fight, even why is has been exhausting and seemed hopeless"
"All alone or in
twos
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
And some gather together in bands
(Here I stuck my fist up like Joan Jett)
The bleeding
hearts and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've
given you their all
Some stagger and fall after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad buggers wall"
"Thank you all
for everything you have done. Now, let's
open the doors for our friends."
Lady Victoria
came over and gave Lisa a big hug before straightening her tiara a little. "Go be a true queen little one, you've earned
it." She gave me a hug too.
Knowing our weepy
tendencies Lisa and I went to get our pictures taken early on. Cornelius was in his element, posing us all
sorts of ways, taking both color and black & white shots. I would be eager to see the photos and to
share them with my family. The assorted
parents and helpers had left, leaving us young people and our erstwhile
chaperones. Ron was playing DJ, and he
was pretty good at it, so Lisa was ready to dance. Steph and Michelle were an adorably cute
couple, with Steph being easily 8 inches taller than Michelle. I think Michelle liked it because she could
easily rest her head on Steph's boobs.
Ellie really
created a stir. Even compared to Lisa
she looked amazing, Rita had not needed to do much work on her makeup, Ellie
also had some dark eye makeup to show off her eyes, and her long, black hair
was done in waves as it came out from under her cowboy hat. She let us know her mom did not expect her
home until sometime Sunday morning and she was ready to play.
Janet arrived
with her friend Anthony. He looked like
he was completely out of his comfort zone, though Janet and Lisa were trying to
talk him down. I noticed Ellie looking
at Janet with a real hunger, so I reminded her that she was leering at my baby
sister. Ellie promised to be good but
knowing her bottomless sexual appetites I was starting to wonder if tonight
might be the night Janet decided to do some sexual exploring. I had some very dirty thoughts of Lisa and
Ellie fighting over who would get to fuck both of the Manning sisters.
It was an amazing
night. Lisa danced with almost everyone
there, I did get asked by several girls (which seemed to make Ellie jealous)
and a few of the guys. I did see Ellie
dance with Janet and give her a less-than-chaste kiss afterward. Janet pulled Ellie off to the side for a
conversation, after which Ellie's Resting Bitch Face was in full force. I went over to talk to her.
"Janet shot you
down?"
"Yeah"
"I hope she
wasn't too bitchy about it; my sister can be a handful sometimes."
"She was nice
enough, but she made it clear she isn't into girls sexually."
"I'll try to make
it up to you later on." This brought out
her luminous smile again.
Ellie and I
danced while Lisa was holding court alongside Lady Victoria. We had watched the Julie Andrews movie Victor Victoria and I really wanted to
hear the two of them sing "The Shady Dame from Seville," the only questions
would be who would be Robert Preston and who would be Julie Andrews. Ever since I had seen The Last Starfighter I had developed a tendency to throw out "Trust
Centauri M'boy" at people who weren't grasping my plans as a tribute to him.
We had the
ballroom until 1 A.M. so things began to wind down as we approached that
time. For the last songs Ron played our
two favorites, "Storybook Love" and "Keester McGee's Favorite Drinking
Song." "Storybook Love" lends itself to
lots of boob rubbing, while "Keester McGee's Favorite Drinking Song." Is a
traditional waltz. Our plan was for
Lisa, Rita, Ellie, and I to go to the truck stop on the interstate for
breakfast and then heading to our assorted homes.
Rita had one more
surprise for us, "My dad got us a room here if you want to spend the night."
That was a no
brainer. Janet said she would tell Mom
and Dad not to expect me home. She had
plans for Anthony, plans that I did not want to know the details of. Janet assured me she had condoms, so I didn't
need to worry. We had all brought
clothes to change into, so we grabbed our bags and went down two floors to the
room. It was an amazingly large room,
for a hotel and I saw an envelope on one of the beds with my name on it. I opened it and as I started to read it I sat
down on the bed quickly.
Lisa looked at
me, "What is it babe?"
I read the note,
"'Keep on rocking girls, All My Love, Lita.'
It's from Lita Fucking Ford!" I
was really excited.
Rita smiled,
"When dad reached out to his clients she said she wanted to pay for the room
for tonight."
There were two
beds in the room and we were all ready to go.
I giggled when I realized Rita was the only one of us wearing underwear,
and at that just a bra. Very soon we had
hung up our dresses and were standing there naked.
I used my best Mean
Girl voice, "I want to see the two dancers fight."
Rita and I lay on
the bed so that we could finger each other and also watch our friends
fight. I was wrestling, not a catfight,
Ellie still was not up for anything too rough.
That said it was sexy as all hell.
Two girls with tight, muscular bodies trying to wrap their strong legs
around their opponent while still pulling hair and twisting nipples. There was a fair amount of biting, especially
on those firm asses. It took a while
before Lisa was able to grab Ellie's black bush and pull on her soft pubic
hair. Lisa got Ellie in a tight head
scissors, her hard thighs squeezing Ellie's head, and that finally made Ellie
submit. Lisa released her and laid down
on her back, legs splayed open, inviting Ellie to eat her pussy. Ellie moved in eagerly, pressing her face to
Lisa's beautiful white bush, loudly slurping on her cunt. Lisa's answer was a nicely wet orgasm, and
Ellie did her best to get every drop.
Lisa got up and
slapped Rita on her soft ass, "Rita, show Ellie how well you can fuck a girl
with those fat tits of yours. Lisa
climbed on top of me, so I could eat her pussy as Rita went to work on Ellie's
clit with her hard nipples. I couldn't
see what was going on, but I head a squeal from Rita which I assumed she had
just learned Ellie lost control of her legs when she came, just like I do.
I got down on the
floor so that Ellie could sit on my face and Rita could grind her pussy on mine
while Lisa watched the three of us. I
mercilessly teased Ellie's clit and butthole and I return I got a heel hard
into my hip before she fell off me, quivering on the floor with two fingers
inside her pussy. Rita came before I did
since she was warmed up already but happily I was not far behind her.
By now we were
all exhausted, we tried all four of us in one bed but that just didn't
work. Lisa and I spooned tightly
together with my arms around her middle and her firm butt against my wet bush. The sounds coming from the other bed let us
know that Ellie wasn't done since she was still sucking on Rita's nipples. In the wee small hours of the morning Rita
woke me (sort of).
"Switch beds, I
want to fuck Lisa."
Who was I to deny
one of my best friends? I slid into bed
with Ellie and wrapped my arms around her, playing with her nice, round
boobs. She woke up enough to roll over
and start kissing me, her tongue teasing mine as we fingered each other's
pussy. Thankfully we were too sleepy for
really violent orgasms and we drifted off to sleep again.
The Sun was just
peeking in when I woke up with Ellie's face pressed up against my boobs. I could hear Rita and Lisa snoring adorably
in the other bed. I was squeezing
Ellie's butt when she woke up.
"So Cindy, what
sort of relationship do we have?"
"Wow, that's a
heavy question for (looked over at the clock) seven in the morning. Here's the deal, neither me or Lisa is
exactly monogamous. We really love sex
and we love fucking our friends (here I kissed her and slid my tongue in her
mouth for a bit), but we are utterly devoted to each other. There's way more to our relationship than sex
and I hope we are together until we are weird old women with a house full of
cats and a garage stuffed with motorcycle parts. We are a team and we are a good team. That doesn't mean I don't love you, but that
love is different from the love Lisa and I have. Does that make sense? I would never do anything to hurt you, or any
of my friends, but if you are looking for a life-long partner I am not your
girl."
Ellie was quiet
for a bit. I held on to her tight, I
think I know what was going through her head and I think it was what went
through my head when Lee told me pretty much the same thing.
"I think I knew
this, but you're not like anyone I have ever known before and I was hoping
there could be more. I understand what
you are saying but it's tough being shot down by you and your sister in the
same 24 hours."
"Hey, I was
rooting for you with Janet and I'm sorry she shot you down. You want to get up and take a shower?"
"Actually, I want
to ask you something else."
"What's that?"
"Lisa loves it
when you choke her, I'd like to know how it feels but please be gentle."
"OK, put your
hand on my boobs and when you want me to stop squeeze hard."
I grabbed her
long black hair, wishing it was in a braid, and I quickly wrapped it around her
neck and pulled it tight. Her brown eyes
went wide, and I could feel her moving her hips to stimulate her pussy. After a few seconds she gave my tits a hard
squeeze and I let go.
"What did you think?"
"I can see why
Lisa loves it, but I don't think I would trust anyone other than you or her to
do it, certainly I would never want a guy to that."
We kissed for a
while, fingering each other again before we went to the shower. I did ask her about her enjoyment of watching
another girl pee.
"I was little,
Danny was a baby and Miriam hadn't been born yet. We were walking in a park and I think my dad
was with us. Mom was wearing a short
dress and I saw her squat down and pull her panties aside before she pissed in
the grass. I could just barely see it,
but I could hear it and from then on just the thought of girls peeing makes me
rub my pussy. Maybe when we get in the
shower you could pee on my feet, start slow?"
"Sure baby."
In the shower I
spread my legs and reached down, spreading open my pussy lips before I let
loose a stream down onto Ellie toes. She
was furiously rubbing her pussy and she reached orgasm amazingly fast. After a bit more kissing we got cleaned up
and got dressed in our regular clothes.
Rita had to wait for Lisa, who was sitting on her face, to orgasm before
they went to the shower.
We had breakfast
at the truck stop and then everyone went home.
Mom and Dad wanted a complete breakdown of the night and I told the
whole tale, apart from the hotel sex, which I assume they knew about.
Later I got Janet
in private, "Be gentle with Ellie, she is hopelessly attracted to both of us,
you more than me, so let her down easy."
"You fucked her,
didn't you?"
I smacked her
butt, "Yeah, and so did Lisa and Rita.
She knows there's no future with me, so I have no doubt she will hit on
you again."
"OK, I'll be nice
for Lisa's sake."
"Thanks Brat."
Now
it was on to graduation.
So dear readers,
we approach the end of this part of our heroine's life. I was lucky there was a PFLAG group in the
town I grew up in and they worked really hard to us queer kids got to have close
to the same experiences our straight friends did. Our Queer Prom was held at the Grange Hall
(it's a Midwestern things) and it was a much smaller production, but it was
still a wonderful night. I love hearing
from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com),
it's inspiring to me to know you exist.
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