I remember how excited I was to finally be done with high school. I was so ready to leave the small town I grew up in and go somewhere where nobody knew me and I could establish my own identity and live as my true self. Our Spunky Protagonist, her sexy girlfriend, and their other friends are ready for this as well. As always if descriptions of high school girls engaging exuberant lesbian sex is not your thing I am confident there are many other stories in the Nifty Archive that might be more to your liking. For my faithful readers, thank you for hanging in there through this long, fictionalized but still sort of autobiographical story.

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Part 28 -- High School Comes to an End and our Heroine Gets a Little Excited About a Dress

 

Lisa and I were under the blanket in the back of her car. She was on top of me, rubbing her pussy against mine, her hard nipples rubbing on my skin. We were now experienced lesbians (Ha! so we thought) and we would orgasm as almost the same time when rubbing pussy on pussy. Feeling that warm glow of post-fuck bliss I was holding on to her tight, her head on my chest and her free hand tweaking my nipple.

 

"I'm concerned about Ellie. She is really in love with both of us and I worry what will happen when we aren't around." We both knew how bad things could be for a queer teenager who thinks they are alone, we both remembered our friend Alecia.

 

"Me too. We don't have much time but maybe we can find her a girl, or a guy, for next year."

 

"I think she can manage guys all on her own but finding a nice girl is harder."

 

Lisa said she would talk with Alecia and see if they knew any girls on the dance team who they could introduce to Ellie. Our big plans would have to take a back seat however to our weekend plans. The bridesmaid's dresses had arrived, so Janet and I needed to go to Rockford for our final fitting. Cherie had specifically mentioned she wanted Lisa to be there as well so on Friday night the three of us headed north in the Red October.

 

Lisa had excitedly shared with me that she had been contacted by Steve, the leader of Jehovah's Favorite Choir (the Grateful Dead tribute bang she had performed with in the previous summer). Their setlists followed the different eras of the Dead and this summer it would be songs from 1972 to 1979 when Donna Jean Godchaux had been with the band, and so they needed a strong female singer. Not only would Lisa get to travel around Central Illinois (and at least one trip to Indiana), but she would get paid as well! I think she would have done it for free but we had a goal, three years from now we planned on leaving university housing and getting our own place and for that we needed to have money saved up. I was going to go with them as much as I could; I would be a lighting and sound tech (both of those monetarily unpaid positions, Lisa promised to pay me in pussy)

 

Janet was particularly talkative, at least for a while, and she seemed to want to talk about Ellie. She was used to me and Lisa making sex jokes but she had never had a girl actually come on to her and actually try to kiss her. Thankfully Lisa did most of the talking for us, Janet was more willing to listen to her. She explained how Ellie's life was not an easy one and that the face she showed at school tried to hide all of that.

 

I looked at Janet in the mirror, "Next year you will be one of the leaders of our group and you can take on the role of the Dread Pirate Roberts if you want to. There will be people of all sexual orientations who will look up to you and it will be on you to take care of them."

 

Lisa turned around in her seat, "Please take care of Ellie. She's a strong girl but she is being asked to do more than any 17-year-old should have to do."

 

Janet was thoughtful, "I'll do my best, but I'm still not attracted to girls."

 

Lisa laughed softly, "Nobody is asking you to take on the mantle of a Lesbian Pirate Queen, you have to be born to that. I'm just asking you to remember the struggles of other people, especially the struggle you can't see.

 

On our way we passed though Bloomington and Normal, so Janet got to see where we would be going to college. We stopped at a place that had been recommended to me when I toured the campus that was famous for its sandwiches. They were as good as predicted and Lisa said the Italian bread would go really well with my gumbo and étouffée.

 

We got to Rockford in the evening and Rob and Cherie took us for pizza. They lived in a townhouse that had a spare bedroom, but we needed to figure out where everyone would sleep. They did have an ancient sofa bed, it was just a question of who would go where. Janet said she would sleep on the couch, "No reason for someone to walk in on you two on their way to the bathroom."

 

We needed to be quiet so there was no wrestling that night; we did spend some quality time in a tight 69, our moans and squeals muffled by the other girl's pussy and both of our butts covered in bite marks. Lisa held my legs tight, so I didn't kick her too hard and I had my mouth pressed tight to her pussy to catch her wonderfully wet orgasm. I curled up with Lisa's nipples poking in my back, her hands around my middle. In my mind this was what it would be like once we had our own place. I woke up before Lisa did so I decided to give her pussy a proper licking to wake her up too. I pressed in through her soft white fur and began gently licking her pink pussy, sucking gently on her swelling clit, hands under her tight bottom. As she woke up I rolled her hips up, so I could push my tongue into her butthole, finally licking at her pussy as she erupted like a little fountain. She had me get on my hands and knees so she could eat my pussy and butt from behind, pulling on my ponytail as she did.

 

Having learned from my night at Carolina's I put on a t-shirt and sweats to go to the bathroom. Someone was already in the shower, so I went in to watch TV and I sat on the bed next to Janet. She was still asleep, and she had a cute snore a lot like Lisa's. She rolled over and threw one arm over me, her head in my lap facing directly into my crotch. I decided to let her wake up on her own, so I turned the TV on quietly. Since February Lisa and I had been watching a new show called Babylon 5 and the station Rob got was a week behind ours, so I was watching a re-run when Janet woke up. It took her a moment to get it all together when she realized that not only was she sniffing around her big sister's cunt, but she was also grabbing my boob. She sat up really quick, her face bright red.

 

"Don't worry Brat, I won't tell anyone other than Lisa. She'll think it's cute."

 

Janet was still regaining her composure, "Do not, for one fucking minute, think this means I'm thinking lesbian thoughts about either of you two!"

 

"Of course not."

 

Rob emerged from the bathroom which meant I needed to give the hot water a chance to rebuild. Janet and I folded away the bed back into the couch and she sat at the opposite end of the couch from me, still plainly freaked out from waking up squeezing her big sister's tit. I left Janet watching Babylon 5 with a still-sleepy Lisa to take my shower. Emerging fresh and clean I began rummaging around the kitchen.

 

Rob was clearly no gourmet (but I knew that) and I don't think Cherie was much a cook either. I found a box of generic Pop Tarts and sat down at the table munching on some of them when Cherie joined me. Looking around I had an idea, but I needed to check with her.

 

"Cherie, what's our schedule for today?"

 

"Our fittings are at 1 p.m., after that we thought to have everyone over here and maybe we would order some pizza."

 

"How would you feel about me making dinner? I take after my mom in that I make way too much but unlike her I am not afraid of spices."

 

"What would you want to make?"

 

"You can ask Lisa and Janet, they will tell you I make some damn fine jambalaya."

 

"Oh, the Cajun stuff? I've had that at Applebee's."

 

I giggled, "Believe me, mine is better. I even impressed Rita's dad and Katherine."

 

"Oh wow, so you're the real deal. OK girl, you're on."

 

"As soon as Lisa's out of the shower we'll go to the store to get what we need."

 

I called Mom and walked her through getting in to my computer to find my recipe files so that she could email the jambalaya recipe to Rob. I also had her read off the ingredients, so I would have a list when we went to the store. Mom was very excited I was cooking for people, I assured her I would make enough (probably enough for the entire building). I was happy that Cherie had a big crockpot, that would make the simmering easier but in terms of spices all she had was salt and some very old cayenne pepper. I had to wait because Lisa was letting Janet braid her hair. I was a little jealous, this had always been my thing, but since we always did it naked I would let Janet do it if everyone kept their clothes on. I had to admit Janet did a good job.

 

"Hey Rob, I'm going with Snow White and Fuzzball to the store." After learning that Mrs. Fontenot called me "Curly" she had started calling me "Fuzzball".

 

"Fine, don't be a pain in the ass Brat."

 

Just as Rita would take charge when it involved hair or makeup (or altering clothes, she was good at that too and I had the dresses to prove it) when it came to food I became She Who Must Be Obeyed. I trusted Lisa and Janet to find things like rice and chicken thighs but where spices were concerned I knew what I wanted and there could be no mistakes. I made a stop at the meat counter for sausage and me almost fainted when I saw they had andouille sausage. Janet could not understand why I was so excited by this and even Lisa struggled to find some way that my excitement over spiced meat could be considered "cute".

 

Back at Rob's I went to work. The kitchen was small enough that Janet couldn't help, she was content to sit at the table making comments about the two "Carpet Munchers", at least when Rob or Cherie weren't around. Where had she learned all these terms? I decided to blame The Bitches. Things were really starting to smell good when it all went in the crock pot and we girls headed off to the dress shop. Rob was left to stir the jambalaya occasionally and was told, with dire and wildly profane threats, that there was to be absolutely no sampling.

 

We each had our own changing room, so I was spared further erotic thoughts about my little sister. I know dear readers, you might well be screaming at your screen, "Just go ahead and fuck her already?" but even with my towering sexual appetites incest was just a line I could not cross, and that was not even considering the freak-out that would come from Mom and Dad when Janet let it slip (and she would). I had reached a compromise in my head that if she wanted to fuck Lisa I would watch but not participate. That was just going to have to do.

 

The dress was a light green with some yellow accents, compared to some that I seen in magazines it wasn't as hideous as it could have been. I'd seen photos of Mom and Dad's wedding back in the 1960's and those dresses were the stuff of nightmares. I managed to get it on and to put on the damn shoes, at least there wasn't too much of a heel but damn did I miss my sneakers! I walked out and, much to Lisa's amusement, I was quite wobbly. She does tease me about my clumsiness sometimes and compared to her I walk around like a new-born giraffe, so it's not like she's wrong. The dress did show my growing curves without making me look too slutty, so I would put up with it because Rob was a really cool brother and I really did like Cherie.

 

Janet, naturally, was much more graceful since she knew how to walk in truly ridiculous heels, she was somewhat vain about be shorter than either me or Lisa. The other two girls were, to be quite honest, heftier than us; think big sturdy farm girls. That said Carrie, Cherie's friend from high school, had really nice boobs and a mass of curly red hair. I felt better knowing I was not the only one here with uncontrollable hair. Bella (she hated Annabelle) had short brown hair and some serious hips. They seemed nice and since I wasn't sure if they knew about Lisa and me, we hid in our respective closets.

 

I had seen photos of Cherie's dress but seeing her wear it was a whole new ballgame. She showed off those nice tits of hers without looking cheap and there was no doubt that once her long, blonde hair was worked with she would look stunning. I had brought my camera and Lisa took photo of us all to show Mom and Dad. It took a while for the alterations lady to pin things up for last minute changes but when we were done I was wildly happy to be back in normal clothes and shoes I could walk in.

 

When we got back to the house the guilt on Rob's face told me he has tasted the jambalaya. I chased him from the kitchen with a wooden spoon before doing some final tasting myself. I had made it a little less spicy, not knowing my audience, but I had also gotten a bottle of proper Louisiana hot sauce at the store so that people, in the words of my friend Gil, "Could control their own buzz."

 

Cherie's friends loved it, though Carrie said it was really spicy. Rob and Janet were both quiet as they devoured two helpings then, in an act that would have horrified Mom, released simultaneous epic burps. Cherie smacked his hand with her spoon; she had her work cut out for her trying to civilize my brother.

 

"Come take a look at this Kid." Rob led me out into their small garage and Lisa followed along. I saw Rob's Kawasaki 750 but sitting next to it was a blue and silver Harley Davidson. "I got a new bike." He was clearly quite proud of this.

 

"What about the old one?"

 

"Cherie got her license so that one's hers now."

 

"That is so cool! I so want to be a biker chick like that."

 

"You should look into taking the Basic Rider Course when you get to college. I did that in Carbondale and that got me started."

 

"Can we sit on Cherie's? Yours looks a bit big."

 

"Sure"

 

I got on and Rob showed me how to hold the brakes on so that Lisa could get on the passenger seat. She wrapped her arms around me, right under my boobs, it was the most amazing feeling ever.

 

"Key's in it, you can start it if you want to." He opened the garage door and showed me where the starter button was. The bike rumbled to life and I swear it felt better vibrating under me than my Magic Wand ever had.

 

I turned around and kissed Lisa, "This is our destiny babe."

 

We went back inside I hugged Cherie, luxuriating in the feeling of her tits pressed to me. "I love the bike! I can't wait to have my own."

 

She smiled and kissed me on the forehead, "You realize your mom will lose her shit, don't you?"

 

I smiled at her, "One battle at a time. I just have to start saving my money up for this."

 

We watched TV for a while, they liked Next Generation too, before heading for bed. I snuggled up against Lisa, holding on to her warm boobs and nibbling on her neck.

 

"Did you like me in the dress?"

 

"Silly goose, of course I did. Before the wedding I am taking you to Victoria's Secret at the mall to get you some really sexy underwear that will make it easy for me to lick your pussy while you have the dress on, just like you did for me at Christmas two years ago."

 

"I like that idea. Now roll over and stick that cute butt in the air." Lisa pushed her butt up and I gave each firm cheek a nice bite before I spread her wide and began working my tongue along her pink pussy and her tight little butthole. I was devouring her, wanting her to come but not squirt too much, I didn't want to have to wash Rob's sheets too. I was rewarded with a manageable amount of delicious pussy juice as she climaxed. She had me stick my butt up and proceeded to push me right to the edge, teasing the space between my pussy and my butthole. It wasn't long before I disintegrated into a leg-thrashing orgasm, Lisa holding me tight, her teeth digging into my soft ass.

 

I was on my back with Lisa on top of me, my legs entwined with hers. "I think Janet is getting more curious about lesbianism."

 

"Really? What are you going to do?"

 

"I'm not doing anything, I am just not able to contemplate fucking my baby sister."

 

"What if she wants to fuck me?"

 

"I wouldn't be surprised, she's made no secret of her belief that you're prettier than I am. If you want to fuck her you have my blessing. I might even watch, I just won't join in."

 

Lisa gave me a long kiss. "I'll let her make the first move."

 

"Personally, I hope she would experiment with her friend Rhonda. I'd be happy to offer her pointers, I just draw the line at incest. Besides, Parks & Rec softball starts soon which means Lee will be back and from she has told me the women on the team will be all over us now that we are 18."

 

"Well I'm looking forward to that then."

 

We went to sleep, but I think we both had interesting dreams because we both woke up very wet. This necessitated some pussy clean up before we went to shower.

 

Before we left Cherie announced she had one more request. Rob had gone and gotten donuts, so we were munching away.

 

"Janet, there is one other thing I would like you to do for us."

 

"What's that?"

 

"Since the wedding is in the park we don't really have much music, so I was hoping you could bring your cello and play Pachelbel's Canon in D as I come down the aisle."

 

Now it was time for Janet to try not to be Weepy (Maybe)Straight Girl. "I would love to. If could round up a few other people could I bring them along too? The piece really needs violins too."

 

"Sure, do what works."

 

We began our drive south later Sunday morning. Now we had more time, so I drove us by where I would be living out on the wet edge of the ISU campus. Lauren and I would be together, and we had applied for a suite so we each had our own bedroom (Lisa really liked this idea) and there would be another girl living with us; we had not heard who that might be.

 

The IWU campus was in Bloomington (the two cities are divided by a street) and was much smaller. Lisa would have the traditional sort of dorm room but, to my excitement, there was a kitchen facility in her dorm. Since the dining halls were not open on Sundays that gave us a way to make new friends by having me stuff them with food. Sometimes they way to a girl's pussy is through her stomach.

 

Janet thought the IWU campus was prettier, but she did remark on the lack of parking.

 

"Yeah," said Lisa, "I think I will leave my car at home since Cindy can park the Jeep in a storage lot during the week. I'm going to get a bicycle before I start school, Cindy's taking me shopping."

 

I was quite proud, "See Brat, I am good at shopping for some things."

 

"You're still a Fuzzball."

 

I stuck my tongue out at her.

 

The Senior Ball was the last hurrah for us seniors. It was an informal dance, so I did not have to wear a dress, though Lisa wore one and she was (of course) a total sex goddess. It was the end of the year and we no longer gave a flying fuck who knew we were gay (at least us senior girls). We made our arrangements with the DJ and, true to tradition, near the end of the dance he cued up Bonnie Raitt's "Something to Talk About," and Oh boy did we give them something to talk about. Lisa and I were grinding against one another with total abandon while Steph and Michelle were proudly tongue wrestling; we left absolutely no doubt who the lesbians were in the gym. Near the end the DJ, a guy named Ryan who I remembered from English, put on "Storybook Love," which made us a little teary eyed, not too much, and pressed together very tight. We finished much as we had begun at Homecoming two years ago, waltzing to "Keester McGee's Favorite Drinking Song," it was a great night.

 

As we got close to graduation stories began to circulate about Cohn's attempts to erase us one more time. Those of us who were seniors talked it over and we decided that we just weren't going to fight it. Lisa was going to sing at graduation, but (at Cohn's insistence) only as part of the Senior Choir. Dr. Kenzie, the director, was one of our allies and she decided (much to Lisa's delight) the Senior Choir would perform "You'll Never Walk Alone", which would give Lisa a solo at the end. The rest of us would sit quietly in our polyester robes and weird little square hats, clap politely when needed, collect our diplomas and leave this hellhole and not return. Actually, several of us made a promise to each other that when the day finally came that gay couples would be welcome at prom we would come home to cheer for them as they walked into the school; we all hope we wouldn't have to wait too long.

 

We talked about all these things sitting at the coffee shop as we gathered for our weekly viewing of Babylon 5; I was realizing that B5 was a much different show than what I was used to seeing on TV. Steph, Lauren, and I shamelessly lusted after the beautiful Claudia Christian, who played Susan Ivanova. Lisa agreed she was attractive, but she just did not understand why the three of us went into a pussy-rubbing frenzy when Ivanova got to wear her hair loose. The episode that week dealt with some sort of underground alien fight club but there was the quite sad side-story of the death of Ivanova's father that occurred back on Earth. Near the end of the episode Ivanova recited a Jewish prayer, in English, and it was very moving. What surprised us all was Ben sitting there with us watching the TV with tears rolling down his face.

 

Lisa moved over to him, hand on his shoulder, "What's wrong Ben?"

 

He took a deep breath, "I grew up Jewish; my family wasn't very religious, but we did go to services for the High Holy Days and Passover and my dad insisted we go to the synagogue for Yom HaShoah to remember those who died in the Holocaust. Part of that service was the recitation of the Mourner's Kaddish and the prayer that she was reciting on the show was an English paraphrase of that prayer. I began thinking about the friends that Ron and I have lost to AIDS and anti-gay violence over the years and all the grief just came rushing back."

 

None of us knew what to say, so we sat with him, silently letting him know that while we couldn't know his grief we could share it with him.

 

Saturday afternoon, following graduation in the morning, was to be dominated by parties with our families. All my family would be here, including Granddad, Aunt Carla, and (to my surprise) my dad's sister Ginny (the one married to the Air Force guy); I hadn't seen her since Rob's graduation. Lisa's uncle and grandmother would be there for her, Lauren said her party would be dominated by people form the motorcycle club (I wished I could be there for that), Steph would have to contend with her mother's need for social climbing since her mom was inviting lots of business clients. Rita was quite happy that her dad's family would be there as well as her grandfather on her mom's side and an aunt, both of whom were making the long trip from western Canada. I met her grandfather at the graduation ceremony, he was a small man, but I could see in him where her mom got her air of dignity from.

 

Rita introduced Lisa and I to him; he looked us over for what seemed like a long time. He came across as really serious but there was a light of humor in his eyes.

 

"My daughter and granddaughter have told me about you girls, how you have shown yourselves to be warriors in your own way. I can see now the strength you carry within you; never give up girls, justice will triumph in the end."

 

"Thank you sir" was all I could manage. I really thought I should bow or something like that.

 

Every graduation is pretty much the same with each person listening for their name but otherwise not paying attention. Rita had found us some cheap Pride bracelets one of her trips to Chicago so all us girls were wearing them. It started with Lauren where each of us, after receiving our diploma, would raise our right fist in the air, showing the Pride colors, and giving a proud "Oorah!" (we had picked that up from Katherine). I don't think Cohn knew the significance of the bracelets or else she would have blown a gasket.

 

When it came time for the choir Lisa was there with the others, her shining white hair loose over her shoulders and looking sexy as ever. "You'll Never Walk Alone" starts soft, almost like a hymn but it builds to serious intensity at the end. Lisa went full power for her part (which was in near the end), very much like she did with "Goodbye to Sandra Dee," and I was sure that the sound people (my boys!) decided to just turn her mike off at that point so that her power didn't blow out the amplifiers.

 

She was looking out at the graduates as she sang, and I could tell she had found me in the crowd. She sang with her right fist high in the air, Pride bracelet on full display, her blue eyes locked on me,

"Walk on through the wind
Walk on through the rain
For your dreams be tossed and blown

 

Walk on, walk on
With hope in your heart
And you'll never walk alone."

 

I couldn't help myself, I leaned over to the guy next to me (no idea who he was). "That's my girlfriend!"

 

He smiled at me, "Fucking-A right it is!"

 

I got hugs and pats on the back from the people sitting around me, some of whom I really didn't know, and I kept Weepy Lesbian Girl in check. When my name was called I walked up and when Dr. Stellmann handed me my diploma I looked at the crowd, locking eyes with Lisa, and gave out a mighty "Oorah!" (just like Rita, Steph, and Lauren had done), I clearly heard Katherine (who was in the audience) echoing it back to me.

 

I remember walking out of the school gym proudly holding hands with my girlfriend and not giving a flying fuck about who knew we were gay. It was an amazing relief and the summer before we went off to college was amazing. Stay tuned dear readers, if you are wanting more sex, you are going to be getting it in spades in the next few installments. As always I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to the Nifty Archive (https://donate.nifty.org)