I was part of my brother's wedding in the summer after high school, to this day I am still a tomboy at heart and I hate getting dressed up. It is only through my wife's enticements that I ever wear anything other than jeans and a t-shirt, to say nothing of an actual dress. As usual our story continues with following the lives of our adorable lesbian couple; plus now, with our protagonist and her girlfriend both turning 18, they attract the attention of other, older, women.

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Part 29 -- Summer, Part 1: Softball and a Wedding

 

The parties and the relatives came and went and on that glorious Monday when we were out of high school at long last we entered the interim between high school and college. Rita had put out word that her parents would be in Chicago that day, so it was time for one more pool orgy. Janet had heard about this party, so she was curious.

 

"What's up with this party at Rita's?"

 

"Her mom and dad are in Chicago, so she's invited all us girls to her house."

 

"Could I come?"

 

I swallowed hard, choosing my next words carefully, "Sure, but you need to know this group will be all lesbian and bisexual girls and everyone will be naked."

 

"So, it will be some sort of orgy?"

 

"Probably so. Listen, if you want to come it's your call. You know all these girls and they certainly know you, but I can think of at least four of them who would really love to have sex with you, including Lisa. No one would think less of you if you didn't want to fuck anyone, but I think you would feel pretty uncomfortable."

 

"I think I will just go to the mall with Rhonda; you and Snow White will still have plenty of fun."

 

When I told Lisa about this as we were on our way to Rita's I think she was a little disappointed. She had made no secret of the fact she found Janet really attractive and that, if Janet made the first move, she would not say "No". We did talk about who we hoped would be there and who we would fuck; Lisa and I had all kinds of time to fuck each other and I was going to be living with Lauren so that wonderful pussy would be there for me too.

 

We got to Rita's house, still amazed (we were such bumpkins!) at the automatic gates. There were clothes piled by the front door, so we added ours to the pile and headed to the pool. I was almost immediately jumped by Ellie while Michelle grabbed Lisa's hand to pull her into a lounge chair.

 

Ellie wrapped her arms around my waist, intent on throwing me to the ground. I leaned into her, still hesitant to use my fists with her, wrapping my arms around her as well. Once we were down in the grass we struggled to wrap the other one up. I almost had Ellie trapped in chokehold with my legs with another girl rushed in, grabbing my nipples and twisting hard. I tried to grab at her red bush, but I couldn't quite reach it. She grabbed my hair and pressed my face into her pussy so I did the only thing I could do, I started licking. From there on it was all me trying to fuck two girls at once, one of whom I still didn't know. Whoever she was, she also had nice wet orgasms because when she climaxed I was sprayed in the face quite thoroughly. Looking up I recognized the redhead; her name was Charlotte and she had been in my math class junior year. She smiled and proceeded to eat my pussy while Ellie sat on my face. Charlotte did not know her peril because Ellie and I climaxed at almost the same time, which meant Charlotte was on the receiving end of some wild leg thrashing. Not wanting to leave Ellie out I pushed my way between her still quivering legs and began my slow licking of her clit as I slowly moved two fingers in and out of her cunt. Charlotte sat on Ellie's face so that she received a massive flood to girl juices to lick up while I held Ellie's legs to keep from getting too bruised when the next orgasm hit her.

 

All three of us rinsed off in the outdoor shower before getting into the pool. We made a try at some three-way kissing but, as usual, all we managed to do was bump heads. We did have fun fingering each other.

 

"I haven't seen you at any of our orgies before, what brings you here now?"

 

Charlotte had very nice gray eyes, but she was very pale (a true redhead), I hoped she had lots of sunscreen on. "I'm on the dance team too, Alecia introduced us after she had fucked both of us separately," here she gave a cute little giggle, "I wish I could have gone to your prom, it sounded so much more fun than the one at the school. Anyway, we have been fucking like fiends ever since. My parents don't know I like girls and I plan on keeping it that way, so Ellie and I have that in common too."

 

"I'm glad you girls found each other."

 

Charlotte smiled, "Now we need to go fuck Lisa too."

 

Before they went I had them lean over the edge of the pool so they amazing bottom were out of the water. Going back and forth between them, licking their pussys and buttholes, I gave them each one more orgasm before they went to fuck my girlfriend.

 

Steph slid into the water next to me. "Hey Curly."

 

"You know that sounds so much cuter in French."

 

Steph's answer was to move in nice and close and begin fingering my pussy. I did the same, mashing my tits onto her. I had told all my friends I thought water sex was safer, I don't kick as hard in the water.

 

By noon was were all exhausted, it had been a lot of fun to get to fuck all our friends before we went off to college. Now we were all just sort of floating in the pool, I was leaned against the wall with Lisa leaning back against me, my arms wrapped around her with her butt nestled up against my bush.

 

We spent a while talking about our summer plans. Lisa would be performing with Jehovah's Favorite Choir and she would, for the first time in her life, get paid to sing. She was excited by this and I was excited because Steve said I could tag along, though the band couldn't pay me. I would also be back to playing softball in the park with Lee and Gena. Lee had already told me that several women on the team, the roster seemed to be filled with bisexual women and lesbians, had been asking when I would turn 18 so I was eager to learn new things from real lesbians. Michelle would be traveling with her mom back to Thailand, and Alecia had gotten a job at the record store, so I guess she would be my replacement there come fall.

 

We were all moving on. All the girls wanted to know about Rob's upcoming wedding, I really think Rita had a crush on him. Ellie of course wanted to know about Cherie and if I had fucked her yet; that earned her a nice, hard nipple twist. I also began to realize that many of my friends who would be seniors in the fall really wanted to fuck Janet. I warned them that she could be a stone-cold bitch sometimes and so they should be prepared to be shot down without mercy. That said if any of them did get her naked I wanted all the details.

 

Theater in the Park was putting on Pippin, but Lisa did not audition. She wanted to really see if she had what it would take to be a professional singer. The Chief actually arranged for me to get paid a small amount for working with the lights, which I really appreciated. If I was going to achieve my goal of being a real lighting tech I needed experience and everything I did moved me closer to journeyman status. I still worked at the record store, but not as much.

 

After our first softball game Lee (whose pussy I had eaten earlier that day) introduced me to a woman named Kathleen. She had played outfield last year, but she was taking time off because her baby was due in August. She had short dark hair and she was a little shorter than me.

 

Kathleen had a very nice smile, "I'd like to get to know you and your girlfriend better. My husband travels a lot and I'm at home alone, so I would welcome your company."

 

"Sure. How about tonight?"

 

"I'd like that," I was already wondering what she looked like under her long dress. I told Lisa about her and Lisa's expression got that hungry look when she is going to get to fuck real soon.

 

We arrived at Kathleen's house and she invited us in, it was obvious she was naked under her dress by the way her big tits were moving around. She pulled it off over her head and tossed it on the floor, revealing her obviously heavy tits and her bulging belly. Lisa and I took our time stripping, I was copying Lisa's moves; Kathleen's arousal was obvious, she was practically drooling. Lisa and I were pressing our boobs together and rubbing each other's pussy, Kathleen had two fingers up in her cunt, pumping slowly.

 

I went for Kathleen's pussy first. She apologized for not having shaved, but she said her belly was just too big. I told her I didn't mind, and I went into Torture Mode, slowly licking along her pussy lips which were peeking out of her dense black fur while I pushed two fingers up deep inside her. Lisa was squeezing Kathleen's thick nipples while Kathleen was sucking on her pink nipple. I spread Kathleen's legs, which were quite muscular, to get access to her ass as well as her pussy, now loudly slurping up her juices. I had my hand on her belly; I pulled away from her pussy to tell Lisa to put her hand there as well.

 

"I think the baby is a lesbian too (she knew it was a girl), she's kicking while we're fucking her mommy." It felt incredibly dirty. Kathleen's orgasm was even more of a gusher than any of Lisa's, my hair was soaking wet and I had pussy juice dripping from my tits. We laid her on the floor so that Lisa could sit on her pretty face. I was playing with her heavy tits; the baby was due in 6 weeks, so she was starting to produce a little milk. It was totally weird to taste a woman's milks, it was quite sweet and really rich. Lisa gave a high-pitched squeal as she came, drenching Kathleen's face and black hair with her wonderful juices. Kathleen then used her swollen, stiff nipples to fuck both of us one more time, Lisa was laying on top of me, so Kathleen was able to just rub up and down with her nipples to work our cunts and butts.

 

Kathleen was leaned against the couch with us on either side of her sucking on her boobs. "So, did you enjoy fucking a mommy-to-be?"

 

"That was amazing," Lisa's answer was to flick Kathleen's swollen clit, which made her jump a little.

 

"If you girls weren't going to college I would hire you as my live-in nannies and fuck-kittens."

 

"That would certainly be fun, but I don't think our parents would go for that," said Lisa.

 

"I suppose not."

 

There was some more kissing and finger-fucking, but we did need to go eventually. We told Kathleen to let us know when she wanted to fuck some more and to get word to us when the baby came.

 

It came time for Rob's wedding, so we packed up for our trip north to Rockford. Janet had two friends from the Youth Symphony, Kimberly, who played violin, and Alice who played viola. I didn't know either one of them. Alice was also in choir, so she and Lisa knew each other. Lisa's wicked little smile made me think that she and Alice may have had some fun together and that, of course, led me to wondering about Janet experimenting with girls. Janet was right, I could really be perverted.

 

Janet and the other girls decided they wanted to ride with me rather than in the minivan with Mom and Dad. We did load their instruments in the van, which made the Red October feel a bit less crowded. Rob had given in a little and had let Mom and Dad pay for hotel rooms for the two of them, us girls, Granddad, Aunt Carla, my Aunt Ginny and her husband, and my Aunt Paula from Atlanta. Most of the family had assumed Rob was just to laid back to ever get married so they wanted to be there to make sure the event actually happened.

 

All us girls were in one room, it had two beds and a couch that folded out into a bed. Sadly, this meant no sex for me and Lisa except maybe some quiet fingering and kissing. Knowing how loud our orgasms were, and Janet had reminded both of us of this, fingering was probably out too. We had speculated on what we would do if one of the other girls climbed into bed with us; we didn't have a good answer for this.

 

Lisa came with us to Rob's house to help us get dressed, she helped the other two bridesmaids as well. She did tell me that when she grabbed Janet's butt she didn't get her hand slapped away but that she wasn't brave enough to grab some boob. The chairs were set up in the park and it all looked really nice, better yet it wasn't too hot or too windy. I am sure Mom had wished for a church wedding but that would just not have been Rob's way. I was so glad Cherie had us bridesmaids wearing low heels, but I would have gladly killed any enemy of her choosing for the chance to wear my sneakers.

 

Janet and her friends began playing Pachelbel's Canon in D. I had heard Janet practice a lot and I had heard her play in large groups, but I had never heard her in a small group like this. Her usual look of being a cute little airhead was gone, she was all business now and she was clearly the leader of the group. Lisa commented that is wasn't that different from when she was on stage or when I was playing pinball, or when Cornelius was taking photos; I just enjoyed watching someone doing something that they enjoy and that they are really good at. Us bridesmaids lined up on one side and Rob's friends were on the other side (I didn't know any of them) then Rob walked up. None of Cherie's family came to the wedding, since as far as they were concerned she was dead to them for marrying outside of their church, so she was escorted down the aisle by their neighbor Elliot. Elliot was a Rockford firefighter, so he wore his dress uniform, white gloves and all, he looked very spiffy.

 

In Illinois you need someone to solemnize the marriage and that had been an issue for Rob and Cherie since they weren't church people. They finally decided on someone who they rode motorcycles with and who also knew Elliot. Reverend Dan, as he was known, was the chaplain for the Rockford Fire Department and so he performed the wedding ceremony. I was delighted that at the end of the service he announced, "And therefore by the power vested in me by the state of Illinois, the International Association of Firefighters, and the High Council of the Time Lords of Gallifrey, I now pronounce you husband and wife." Us Doctor Who fans are everywhere!

 

The reception was at a ballroom that was in a former Zayre's store. It was quite nice, and no one said anything about Lisa and I dancing together. She was wearing the blue dress she had worn on our first date at the Jade Emperor and, in my quite biased opinion, she was the most beautiful woman there. Needless to say she still led when we were dancing, true love would never rescue me from my klutziness. It would have been just too weird for me to dance with Rob, but Lisa did; Rob was no more coordinated than I was. Me and Lisa totally embarrassed Janet by simultaneously kissing her on each cheek and complimenting her on her ensemble's performance. She turned to me and hissed, "A tampon is going to come flying out of your fucking nose Fuzzball, you just wait!"

 

"That threat's getting old Brat."

 

"You just wait Fuzzball! And don't you go giggling Snow White, you're just as guilty!"

 

With Rob married off we headed back home. Janet's friends were very giggly and there was a lot of whispering between them. Me and Lisa really wanted to know what was going on, but we didn't want to ask.

 

When we got home I called Allison about her upcoming job. It was a short one, just two days; we would be expanding the electrical service for a restaurant in Charleston so that they could expand their kitchen facilities. I had started assembling my toolbox, with guidance from The Chief. A lot of them were used ones I had found at thrift stores, a few came from the pawn shops, and a few more came courtesy of a Sears gift card I got from Granddad for graduation.

 

Allison was who I dreamed of being someday; she was in her early 30's and she already owned her own business; she did mostly residential work, along with small commercial jobs and some work with farm equipment. Her shop made enough to pay an office manager and another Journeyman; apprentices like me would get called when another hand was needed. She also had a nice truck with her tools and supplies and I would be riding up there with her, no point in driving two cars. She looked me over, smiling at my earnestness. I was wearing my mom's old overalls (I like having pockets, lots of them) with a t-shirt from the record store, my safety boots (Lisa went wild for my boots, these and the Doc Martens), my unruly hair tied in a ponytail sticking out of the back of my battered White Sox hat. She laughed softly when she saw I had a Pride flag on my toolbox (a gift from Ben & Ron) as well as a WLS sticker (it was on the box when I bought it at a pawn shop). WLS had been the rock station for most of the Midwest (and much of North America at night) for decades but they quit playing music in 1989. Lee's dad had once told me a little part of him died when that happened; I had told Lisa one night (after sex of course) that, were I ever to win a big enough lottery jackpot, I would buy WLS and turn it back to a music station again. I'm still waiting on jackpot that Dear Readers.

 

We headed north to Charleston early in the morning (I am not a morning person). I had put some tea in a thermos and that was helping, well that and the donuts Allison had bought.

 

"Where are we going?"

 

"It's a place called the Evangeline Parish Provisions Company. It's a Cajun restaurant."

 

I was beyond excited now, "I know that place! I've been there several times, I got my nickname, Boucéle, from the owner Mrs. Fontenot. She's even tried my cooking; she said it was good." I was a little embarrassed to have gone all fan-girl like that, but Allison seemed OK with it.

 

"What does Boucléle mean?"

 

I blushed a little, "It means `Curly' in French. She also calls me petite fille Cajun perdue, because of my love of Cajun food. It's French for `Little Lost Cajun Girl', she really thinks I was meant to be born a Cajun.

 

"Now that is too cute for words."

 

Mrs. Fontenot was incredibly happy to see me, but she got down to business quickly. We were there to install some new 240-volt circuits to allow for some new equipment in the kitchen and to also make it possible to replace some natural gas equipment with electric equipment. I made sure to follow Allison's instructions exactly, not only was this my first real job, but the work was being done for someone who I had a lot of respect for. We worked all day before heading home, with a big bag of beignets for each of us. We would be back the next day to finish the work and connect the new circuits to the service panel. My arrival at home with fried bread was well-received.

 

The next day I made sure to take my photo album with our prom photos and some pictures from Rob's wedding as well. Mrs. Fontenot gushed over me wearing a dress even more than Mom had and she even had the grace to not mention how much sexier Lisa looked than I did. We got everything hooked up and tested, making sure everything worked properly. Mrs. Fontenot insisted on feeding us lunch, I had crawdad gumbo, like Mom she was always concerned that someone would leave her presence while hungry. Allison tried shrimp jambalaya; she said it was good but really spicy. I had to laugh a little at that. I assured Mrs. Fontenot that Lisa and I would stop off when we could when we were coming home from college. She sent us off with even more beignets.

 

When I got home Mom and Dad were at work and Janet was out somewhere. I had grabbed the mail and I was absently flipping through it when a larger than normal envelope caught my eye. I opened it, not even looking at the envelope, and started to read the letter inside it. I made it through one sentence before I had to sit down on the step, my hands shaking.

 

"Dear Miss Manning,

Her Royal Highness truly enjoyed reading you mother's letter detailing all the things you have done in your last year of school and of your admiration for the Princess. The Princess was also very moved by your mother's account of the hostility you experienced from people at your school who ought to know better how to treat people who are different from them. Please know that you have Her Royal Highness' highest admiration for the courage that you have shown and your unshakeable devotion to your friends. The Princess has signed the enclosed photo for you to have as a token of her esteem."

 

It was signed by one of her private secretaries and in the envelope, there was also a photo of Diana; on the back of the photo, where she had signed it herself, it read "Cynthia -- Love will always prevail, Diana."

 

I just sat there, tears running down my face. I was sure Mom and Lisa's mom had worked together on this so that we would get something from two of the women we really admired, mine had just taken longer because of international mail. I called over to Lisa's house but she wasn't home, her mom said she was leading a dance class. I ran out to the Jeep and drove down to the studio.

 

Her class was just getting over when I got there and so I was greeted with many high-pitched cries of "Miss Cindy!" I am sure Lisa thought something was wrong because of how red my eyes were, I just handed her the envelope. She looked it over, her eyes going wide when she saw the return address of Kensington Palace. Just like I had done, she sat down when she started to read the letter, tears welling up in her eyes.

 

Amanda and Miriam were peeking over her; Amanda asked, "What is it Miss Lisa?"

 

"Cindy got a letter from Princess Diana telling her what a brave and wonderful girl she is." Lisa looked up at me just like Ilsa looking at Victor in Casablanca

 

Miriam's brown eyes were wide "A letter from an actual Princess? Wow! Wait till Ellie hears about this!"

 

I was trying hard not to cry, "Yeah, I got a letter from an actual princess." In my mind this was one of the most amazing things ever to happen to me, right up there with kissing Lisa the first time and meeting Joan Jett. I mean, how many girls, never mind lesbian girls, living in some small town where the interstates cross in rural Illinois get a letter, even if a secretary wrote it, from actual fucking royalty? Lisa got up and we hugged for a long time, both trying not to cry to much in front of the girls. Pretty soon we were in the center of a scrum of little girls all trying to hug us too.

 

When Ellie saw the letter she hugged me too, whispering in my ear that the next time we fucked she wanted me to wear a crown. When I got home Mom and Janet were home as well. I handed the envelope to Janet and hugged Mom, whispering "Thank You". Mom seemed a little surprised by the photo, she had expected just some sort of form letter response. Janet was actually speechless, a miracle in its own right. As much as I wanted to fuck Lisa we were going with the band tomorrow and I would be at her house tomorrow night so her getting to feat on royal-adjacent pussy would have to wait. I did spend some quality time with the photo of Diana (along with some others I had) and my Hitachi so that I could get to sleep.

 

The city of Centralia was having a series of performances to go along with a downtown festival; it was that sort of festival that small towns all over the Midwest come up with to try to draw in people to the downtown area and away from the Wal-Mart on the edge of town. It was only 45 minutes away, so we would be back home that night and I would be staying with Lisa that night for some celebratory pussy eating. I was doing driving and Lisa was diligently going over the setlists; she was a huge believer in being prepared. The band would play 2 45-minute sets on a stage in the park downtown starting at 6 o'clock. While the band was setting up I went with Scooter (his real name was Ernest) to check out the light and soundboard.

 

Scooter had been skeptical that a girl could handle all this "Electrical shit" but I had shown him, through sheer damn competence that I could. He would work the sound and I would control the lights. I paid close attention to what he was doing, he was notoriously flakey by his own admission and there was no doubt there would be at least one show over the summer he would not show up for; and then that would be the time for Cindy the Magnificent, Friend of Royalty, Tamer of Electrons, and Preparer of Jambalaya to come to the rescue. I had thought up my title all by myself, to complete with Weepy Lesbian Girl. Lisa had remarked that if I wanted it on a t-shirt I would need a boob job to make more room for it.

 

I had never been to Centralia, I remembered seeing the exit for the town when we went to see Rob in Carbondale when he was in college but apart from that all I knew was that it was named for the Illinois Central railroad. We had some time to kill so we walked around the downtown proudly holding hands. I know this may not have been the wisest move, but even back them girls could get away with it easier than guys could. We tried some carnival games, at which we failed miserably, but finding a trailer where they were selling funnel cake cheered us up. Lisa now shared my love of fried dough, but it was only my butt that got bigger! Totally unfair!

 

She was nervous for her first real show on stage, not as just a one-off at the county fair at home. I found us a nice private nook and pressed her against the wall with my tits, my hand going up inside her sexy-gypsy dress (no panties!) to gently finger her wet pussy. I had her mouth covered with mine when her orgasm came so he didn't scare the local bats. Licking my fingers clean I smacked her on the butt, "You got this Snow White, now go show these people what a badass you are!"

 

Deadheads will travel ridiculous distances even for a cover band so there was a nice crowd in the park. I saw lots of twirling hippy chicks, some with clearly no bra even when they really needed one, and there was a distinct smell of weed in the air. The show went great, Scooter even complimented me on my work with the spotlight. The highlights were two songs that really showcased Lisa's voice, a shortened version of "Terrapin Station" and the last song of the night, "One More Saturday Night." After the band left the stage there were some guys trying hard to talk to Lisa (and no doubt trying to get inside her dress), but my arrival and my subsequent congratulatory messy kiss dashed their hopes. Lisa's share of the band's pay was $200 (a lot for small town girls like us), my pay was that Steve paid for my dinner at Monical's (cracker-thin pizza popular in downstate Illinois) and gave me $20 for gas. He did tell me privately that if Scooter ever did flake and I managed lights and sound I would get the $100 he usually got paid. I was cool with that.

 

As she often does after something stressful Lisa was asleep within minutes of us being on the road. She sort of leaned over on me and snored her adorable little snore. Her parents got a full rundown of our first show, I think her dad was worried she would be seduced by the rock & roll lifestyle and abandon college, but he need not have worried. I did tell them about my letter from the Princess of Wales; Lisa's mom was really happy and admitted it had been a plan concocted by her and my mom to give us girl encouragement. Lisa was fighting a battle between horniness and exhaustion, so we headed downstairs.

 

We undressed each other quite slowly, lots of kissing and no small amount of biting. Lisa got Lady Victoria's tiara from a drawer and put it on me, "Tonight baby, you are the princess." She pushed me down onto the bed and spread my legs wide before moving in, running her tongue along the insides of my thighs until she reached my very wet pussy. She stole my torture technique, slowly running her tongue between my butthole to my clit, lingering over the very sensitive area between my pussy and my butthole. She slid between my legs as I neared orgasm (brave girl!), holding my legs tight and pressing her pussy on mine. She held onto my legs, even managing to suck on my toes a little, as my naked body thrashed on the bed with wave after wave of pleasure.

 

Lisa laid down next to me, fingers stroking my diamond-hard nipples, "Do something for me baby"

 

"Anything"

 

"Use the dildo on me, I want you to pound my pussy and ass."

 

I got the dildo and slid one end of it up inside my pussy, and that felt really good. I really didn't get extra pleasure from Lisa using it on me, but that was OK. I was still fine with using it on my sweetie and I did just that. I started slow, but as her pussy juices began to flow I began fucking her harder and harder. I was reaching around, grabbing her warm tits, digging my fingers in to them and slamming my hips against her butt. Lisa squealed out her orgasm (I always hoped her parents were sound sleepers) and I moved on to her butt. After putting some lube on it (we learned that lesson early) I slid the purple dildo into her tight hole as she moaned with pleasure. Picking up speed I drive her right off the cliff by grabbing her white hair (it had been growing back out) and wrapping it around her neck and pulling. Her high-pitched squeal changed to an almost yipping sound and her butthole got so tight around the dildo I could barely pull it out.

 

We laid on our sides, kissing and rubbing nipples, "How was that baby?"

 

Lisa's heart was still racing, "I love you so much; I love that you will do anything to me I ask you too."

 

"Well, almost anything."

 

Being out of high school made me feel like an actual adult, even if I was still just a girl from a little farm town in Illinois. I really did get a letter from Princess Diana, I still have it today, but I wrote to her to just spill out how much I admired her work with AIDS patients. It was an utter shock when she replied back to me. Dear Readers, I love hearing from you (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to the Nifty Archive (https://donate.nifty.org)