Part 30 -- Summer, Part 2 -- A Journey of Sexual Excess by a Lake

 

As June moved toward July life moved at a pace that was governed by the hot, humid summers of Central Illinois. The performances of Pippin had gone well and by the time we got to the actual show I was doing almost all the electrical work myself, though The Chief was checking things as I went. It felt really good when he told me I was doing a good job, he chuckled a little when he told me that he just had to tease Mr. Lucan (my high school Electricity teacher) just a little about his initial doubts that a woman could do this job. It also made me happy when he told me Gwen had met a nice woman in her community college English class and they he hoped they would be as happy as Lisa and I were; Lisa teared up a little when I told her that.

 

I still worked some at the record store and it was there that one evening I got to hear the CD Bat Out of Hell II. The first Bat Out of Hell was a legendary album but in the new one you could hear that Meatloaf's voice had lost a little of its range and in fact it was closer to my range. So, when I heard the song "Good Girls Go to Heaven (Bad Girls Go Everywhere)" I knew I had an anthem for my friends. I practiced it in the mirror, trying to mimic Joan Jett's stage presence (just without the guitar), and keeping it all a secret so I could see Lisa's adorable reaction when I performed it for karaoke night.

 

When my name was called I walked up to the little stage, a lot more confident than I had been the first Christmas when I sang "Stille Nacht" and I barely kept from barfing on stage. Just as Lisa had picked up things from me, like a love of fried dough and catfighting, her confidence on stage had rubbed off on me. I launched into the song and, as I had hoped, the chorus went full-on call and response with me (in my best Joan Jett growl) singing "Good girls go to heaven" and my friends screaming back, "But the Bad Girls go everywhere!" Lee and Lisa were pumping their firsts in the air, going total Riot Grrrl on the whole thing. When I came off the stage Lisa practically sucked my tongue out of my head and Lee did her best to smash my little (compared to hers) tits flat with her big girls. I really felt like a Pirate Queen now.

 

Lee talked to us about two of the other women on the softball team who were quite fond of group sex to see if we would be interested. We told her that of course we would; there was another orgy in our futures! I knew these two, they were what could best be described as "burly", clearly, they worked out a lot. Neither had particularly large breasts but they both had legs to die for, even more muscular than Lisa's or Ellie's.

 

The crowd thinned until it was down to me, Lisa, Steph, and Rita. Rita was sitting in Steph's lap, Steph was quite lonely (and really horny) with Michelle being in Thailand with her mom for the summer. Rita was helping by offering her massive tits for Steph to play with, which she was doing.

 

Rita had Steph scoot her chair over so she could talk to us quietly. "Mom and Dad asked me what I wanted to for a graduation present and I told them I wanted to have some of my friends stay with me at the Lake House before we go to college."

 

"Lake House?" I asked, in my best "Rich People Are Just Different" voice.

 

"The law firm owns a cluster of vacation houses on the shore of Lake Michigan; they are in between the towns of Manistee and Ludington, Michigan. The firm uses them for entertaining big clients," here she looked at me, "The initial meetings with Lita Ford were at one these houses. When they aren't being used for client meetings then the firm's employees can use them. Since Dad is a partner he pretty much has first call and no one is using them next week so we would have the whole place to ourselves. I already asked Steph, so I wanted to ask you two if you wanted to come."

 

We both said "Yes!" with enthusiasm, I may well have said "fucking-A right Yes!", but we also had to ask our parents. I had no idea where these places were, remember dear readers I had never traveled much, certainly not as much as my friends.

 

"It sounds like it's a long drive, how would we get there."

 

"We won't be driving," Rita was total matter-of-fact here, "We'll fly."

 

I am sure that both of our eyes bugged out, "Fly?" Lisa asked.

 

"Mom and Dad have client meetings in Cleveland and Detroit, so it would be a business trip for them; that means they can use one of the planes that the law firm leases and we can tag along for the ride. The caretakers will meet us at the airport in Manistee and take us to the house and they will take us back to the airport when my parent's meetings are done."

 

I was now squeezing Lisa's thigh really hard. She looked over at me, "What's wrong babe?"

 

My voice was really quiet, "I've never been on a plane before. What if I get sick or something?" Now, in some groups, people might have laughed at this silly country girl who had never been anywhere to speak of being scared to fly but my friends knew how sheltered my life had been. Apart from one (admittedly drama-filled and kind of miserable) trip to Panama City, Florida with some of my mom's family and a few trips to Atlanta to see my Aunt Paula and her family I had not really traveled anywhere, and those trips had been long car rides.

 

Lisa gently took my face in her hands, it's what she does when she want to reassure me, "Sweetie, you know I would be there for you even if you barfed all over me but I have seen you on carnival rides with a belly full of funnel cakes and corndogs, motion sickness doesn't seem to be a problem for you, and you know I will be there holding your hand they entire flight and if I need to hold the barf-bag I'll do that too."

 

"OK. I have to ask my parents, but I think that's when Janet is at orchestra camp anyway, so it shouldn't be a problem." They had planned on leaving me home alone, deciding that now that I was 18 if I if I hadn't gone wild by now it probably wasn't going to happen.

 

Mom and Dad were good with me going; Janet was wildly jealous, she had never flown either. On Sunday morning they drove me to our small airport to meet the Graffs, Lisa and Steph. It was odd seeing Mr. Graff wearing shorts, but I guess even high-class lawyers need to relax sometimes. Rita said, while we would be naked a lot, we still needed some clothes, so I had my duffel bag packed with what I thought I would need, it probably packed too much but for that I blame Mom. We got to meet the pilot, her name was Rosa and she told us she had flown in the Navy, flying mostly large transport aircraft. The other pilot was Bryce and he had worked for Ozark airlines before becoming a private pilot. The plane was actually owned by a leasing company, the law firm just used them when needed. Both pilots seemed to know the Graff's pretty well, Rita included. Lisa, Steph, and I were just quiet country mice right now. Dad got to look inside the plane and he told me it was way nicer than anything he had ever flown on.

 

I was such a rube I didn't even know how to fasten my seatbelt; Lisa did it for me, giving me a nice, long kiss in the process.

 

"I'm right here sweetie, it's all going to be all right." I was holding tight to her arm, trying hard not to dislocate her shoulder.

 

Rosa came back and patted my knee, "It's a short flight Cindy, less than an hour, and me and Bryce will do our best to make sure you have a really nice trip." She was very pretty, with her black hair she looked kind of like Ellie.

 

My "Thank You" came out as a croaking whisper. I really don't like high places, I get woozy helping Dad put up the Christmas lights. The plane was a small one which meant we could hear the pilots talking on the radio; that gave me something to listen to. I did let out a pathetic little squeak when the engines spun up and we started to move. I stuck my tongue out at Rita who was trying unsuccessfully not to laugh. I planned on spanking her wonderful ass to hard tonight, but I couldn't say that with her parents right here with us. I knew enough about physics to know how wings work to make planes fly but that didn't help with my dislike of heights.

 

I was shoved back into my seat as the plane accelerated down the runway and then suddenly we were going up. Shit! I'm in the fucking air! I tell you Dear Readers this was a very new experience. I did lean over Lisa to look out the window, according to Rosa's announcement we were passing through 10,000 feet, so almost 2 miles above the corn fields. I decided that it was not so much heights I didn't like; it was edges. Here inside the plane I felt fine, Lisa playing with my boobs didn't hurt either. I was glued to looking out the window, flying over landscapes that I had only ever seen from a car or a train; it was particularly exciting flying out over Lake Michigan and seeing Chicago from 25,000 feet (I asked Rosa how high we were) above the ground.

 

We landed at the little (it was actually the same size as ours at home) airport in Manistee where the was a couple, looking amazingly like my parents, waiting next to a van. After thanking the Graffs and our pilots profusely (Lisa and I both wondered what Rosa looked like naked) we loaded our stuff and drove to the house. On the way Mr. Jacobsen (he and his wife were the caretakers) explained that one house was being used by one of the junior associates for his honeymoon and we would have the one at the other end of the property, the one back in the trees. He and his wife lived in a house on the property full time and looked after and took care of things. Rita knew all this already, but he liked explaining it, so Lisa and I listened politely. There was also a car in the garage that we could use if we needed something in town and they had also made sure the kitchen was stocked for cooking most things. This got my mind running about cooking for my friends, after all a girl cannot live on pussy alone.

 

The "cabin", as Mr. Jacobsen called it, was bigger than my house. It had four bedrooms, each with its own bathroom and a king-size bed, a big sitting area and a kitchen the size of the one at Alecia's house. I was so busy gawking at the house I didn't notice I was the only one still wearing clothes. I took care of that with remarkable speed.

 

"Lisa and I need some alone time, but I do have something to take care of first." I grabbed Rita by the hand and pulled her onto the couch over my lap so that I could administer a good spanking on her bare bubble-butt.

 

"That" SMACK "Is" SMACJ "For" SMACK "Laughing" SMACK "At" SMACK "ME" SMACK "On the plane!" SMACK SMACK SMACK

 

By the time I was done Rita's lovely ass was bright red and her pussy was nice and wet. I took my sweetie by the hand and pulled her into the bedroom we had claimed, leaving Steph and Rita to fuck wherever they wanted to. I was filled with the Mean Girl spirit and I was ready to use it. I threw Lisa onto the bed and jumped in after her, spreading those amazing legs wide to expose her pink, wet cunt. I began slapping at her clit, like I was spanking her pussy, while my other hand was squeezing her neck. I pushed three fingers inside her, spreading her pink lips wide, her white bush already soaking wet. I was relentless, fucking my sweetie's divine pussy without mercy, not stopping until her legs were quivering and she shot a jet of pussy juice halfway across the room. I wasn't done, I climbed on top of her, lowering my equally wet cunt to her waiting mouth. She immediately began licking me, I could feel her tongue up inside my pussy and two fingers stretching my tight butthole. I leaned forward, putting my head between her strong legs so that I could lick up the delicious juices still coming from her pussy. My orgasm hit me like an avalanche of pleasure and I fell off the bed, thrashing and moaning on the floor.

 

Lisa got down on the floor with me, giving the insides of my thighs some nice, long licks. "If this is how you are every time we travel then I want to travel with you all the time."

 

"It's been a very exciting day. This is the first time I have ever traveled somewhere without my family, it's the first time I have ever been on an airplane, and it's the first time I have gotten to spend an extended time with my true love in a place where we can fuck any time we want to. This is the best day ever!"

 

The sounds coming from the other bedroom were those of energetic and, quite possibly, rough sex. We sat on the couch, Lisa's head on my boob and her fingers playing with my still-wet bush. For the first time I realized what an amazing view we had out the huge windows on the west side of the house; it was this beautiful scene of Lake Michigan extended off to the horizon framed by trees. "I could stay here forever, all I need is you and this view."

 

Lisa gave my nipple a licked and turned to look out the window, "That is nice to look at."

 

"The water or my tit?"

 

"Both."

 

Steph and Rita came out of the bedroom, their pink asses telling us how much spanking had occurred. Rita looked like she was not done fucking yet, "We need more pussy!"

 

We got the message, Lisa sat up and we spread our legs so that my left leg was over her right leg. Rita began licking Lisa's pussy and Steph went for mine. Both girls were still craving pussy, but not in the animalistic way Lisa and I had. I managed to not thrash myself off the couch as Steph's tongue caressed my clit, after her previous orgasms this one was much less juicy for Lisa as Rita finished her off with her hard nipple. The girls switched places and we were rewarded two more wonderful orgasms. We got down on the floor with our friends and slid our legs in between theirs so we could grind our pussys together. I was working my hairy pussy on Rita's almost hairless sex, holding one of her legs between my tits and sucking on her toes, with my free hand I was slapping at her massive breast, watching the soft flesh jiggle. Lisa and I switched girls and maneuvered between Steph's long, muscular legs, our wet fur rubbing together. Steph really loved feeling my tongue on her toes, so her orgasm was quick and intense.

 

We lay on the floor, all of us breathing hard and our pussys still dripping a little, in a tangle of naked girl arms and legs. Rita finally caught her breath, "Wow, that was amazing."

 

Lisa bit her tit softly, "I think we have officially established a lesbian commune here. Now, as I often tell my sweetie, a girl cannot live on orgasms alone and I am now really hungry for actual food."

 

Here's where I spoke up, "I've been thinking about that. I love cooking for all you girls and so if we can get to a grocery store I can get the stuff for the next few nights. Is there a way to get into town Rita?" I was pretty confident it was too far to walk, and I was sure there were no buses out here."

 

Rita got up, "Come with me." She led us, still naked, into the attached garage. I wasn't sure if Steph or Lisa knew what they were looking at, but I did. It was a classic Land Rover just like what I remembered Marlon Perkins riding in on the Africa savanna (I loved watching Wild Kingdom when I was little!) with the spare tire on the hood and everything.

 

"Where do you get this? It has to be at least 50 years old."

 

"One of the founding partners of the firm was from England and he brought this here with him. He died when I was little and so Mr. Jacobsen keeps this running as a memorial to him."

 

I looked inside and sure enough the steering wheel was on the wrong side. "Can I drive it?"

 

Rita smiled at me, "Can you drive a stick shift?"

 

I gave her adorable butt a slap. "Yes I can, you silly boob-goddess. I assume we have to get dressed?"

 

"Yeah, Ludington, Michigan is not ready for four gorgeous, naked lesbians walking the streets.

 

I checked out the kitchen; it was pretty well supplied; at least as far as non-perishable things were concerned. I got my recipe book out of my duffel bag, Lisa could not resist biting by butt cheek when I bent over and put my sweetie to work making a list of things we would need. My plan was for jambalaya, spaghetti, for our last night something new -- Jerked Chicken. I was being really brave there, I would be feeding someone (Rita) who knew what really good jerked chicken should taste like and I planned on saving some for Mr. and Mrs. Graff also. If I could pull that off I would be really proud of my skills.

 

I tried to drive the Land Rover but with the clutch in the wrong place and the shifter on the wrong side I failed noisily. Rita, who had driven it before, took over after she recovered from her giggle-fit (Bitch!) and we rode through the very dense forest before arriving in the town of Ludington. Rita had been there many times, so she knew her way around. I wished I had brought my camera, it was a neat old town. Rita knew all about how it had been a hub of the logging industry and at one time a major Great Lakes port. We drove around for a while, it was really fun since we had the top down.

 

We went to a restaurant downtown that Rita said was good, and she was not wrong. The food was good but then there was the pie. I love pie, hips don't lie Dear Readers, and so we left probably too full to fuck any more. We drove to the waterfront because there was something Rita said we needed to see. We arrived in time to see the car ferry arriving from the Wisconsin side of the lake; it was the largest boat I had ever seen. Rita knew all about it and told how it had been owned by the railroad for a long time and carried mostly train cars; now a lot of the passengers were Amish families who wanted to visit relatives but who didn't want to drive through Chicago.

 

Rita was quite excited, "You girls want to go on the ferry? It's not too expensive to just go over and back if you don't take car."

 

I looked over at Lisa, "You want to go babe? I've never been on a boat that big, so it would be another first for me."

 

"Same reaction as your first time on an airplane?"

 

"Maybe better." It would be really hard for me to not just fuck Lisa right on the boat, but I would do my best.

 

"Let's do it." Steph was good with the boat trip and she made it clear she wanted to wrestle with me too.

 

We went to the ferry terminal to buy our tickets for the next day's trip; Rita's parents had given her the money to pay things like this. As I look back on my life, Dear Readers, the Graff's stand out as some of the most generous people I have ever known. I have known a fair number of wealthy people over the years and too many of them have been obsessed with constantly having "more", even when they can't explain why they need "more".

 

We found a grocery store and now I was all business. I found almost everything I would need for two dinners (we would eat on the ferry the next night so jambalaya got dropped); we loaded up the Land Rover and headed back to the house. When we got back I insisted the we put the groceries away before we got naked, I was sounding distressingly like Mom.

 

Rita and Lisa were already rubbing themselves just thinking about a catfight between Steph and I, we were both pretty wet too. Rita suggested we fight outside, and we thought that was a wonderful idea. Steph was taller than me, she was 6'2" while I was 5'10"; but I did have about 30 pounds on her (mostly, I felt, in my ass). I was proud my boobs were bigger, Lisa had introduced me to the comfort of having a properly-fitted bra and I had made it to a C cup while Steph was a B. While I was the one girl in our circle of friends (OK, to be honest, fuck buddies) who refused to shave anything, unless Lisa really wanted me to, none of us shaved our pussys. Steph's bush was light brown, mine was a dark brown. I also had more hair for her to grab, her short blonde hair was less of a target.

 

So we began, two naked girls circling each other on the grass, our girlfriends rubbing each other's pussy. Steph wasted no time, she lashed out with her long leg, trying to end things quick with a kick to the cunt; she missed but she did land a heel right into my belly. I stepped back and then lunged at her again, ramming my shoulder into her flat belly and knocking her back on her amazing ass. I sat on her legs, digging my fingers into her nice little tits and twisting hard. Steph reached up, grabbing my pink nipples and twisting them hard. She bucked her hip up, rolling me off of her onto the grass. She locked on hand around my throat and grabbed my pussy with the other. My eyes went wide, this was really rough for Steph but if her pussy was as wet as mine she was really enjoying this. I rolled on top of her, my cunt exploding in delicious pain, and, in desperation, I drive me knee up between her legs in hopes of smashing her pussy. It worked and she let go, laying on the grass holding her cunt. I rolled her on her side and grabbed one arm and one leg, bracing both of my feet in the small of her back. I leaned back and pulled her into what's called a bow & arrow hold (I had seen it on TV). I leaned back as far as I could, bending her beautiful nude body into a backward "C". Steph slapped at the grass, giving up. I think she had an orgasm at the same time.

 

I stood up, straddling her naked body and proceeded to pee on her tits and belly. Lisa came over and pushed me back to the ground, opening my legs so she could get between them and rub her pussy on mine. Rita then sat on Steph's belly and leaned down to slap her friend's face with those heavy D cup tits, slowing down a bit so that Steph could suck her nipples from time to time. Lisa ground her pussy hard on mine, biting at my calf muscle. She was close to orgasm when she got up, pulling me up by my brown hair and mashing my face into her white bush. With a growling moan she had a massive orgasm, soaking me down so that I was even more drenched than Steph was. I crawled through the grass back to Steph, pushing her legs apart so I could eat her wonderful pussy, we finished in a 69 with her licking my pussy and two fingers in my butt. Outdoor sex where we could be as loud as we wanted to be was a wonderful experience. We lay there in the grass for a while, watching the moon setting over the big lake, kissing and playing with each other's (especially Ritas's) tits.

 

It came time to go to bed, we had to be at the ferry terminal at 8 a.m... Lisa announced she and I were taking a shower and she was going to shave my legs. It was forecast to be very warm the next day and Lisa proclaimed, "I will be showing off my sweetie to everyone and not everyone thinks like I do that a natural woman is a sexy woman."

 

"But you don't shave your legs that often either baby."

 

"Yes, but my leg hair is damn near invisible, you're pushing the Sexy Sasquatch look pretty hard baby, besides you have all kinds of girl juices and grass on you and I don't want to get the sheets too dirty."

 

We got in the shower, a nice big one, and started by peeing on each other's pussy. I bent Lisa over so I could push my tongue deep in her pussy and two fingers in her butt. She slid her tongue over my butthole and pussy, yielding yet another loud orgasm. I could do a decent job of shaving my legs, but it was way more pleasurable for Lisa to do it since she kept kissing me as she worked. I even shaved my armpits, which I rarely ever do; tomorrow would be a new thing for me and I wanted to be nice and clear for my baby in case we found a place to fuck on the ferry. Lisa asked if I wanted to braid her hair, but I told her to leave it loose for tomorrow, I had photo ideas and that long, sexy white hair figured highly in them. We went to sleep curled up next to each other naked and very happy.

 

I woke up early, Lisa was still fast asleep. I wandered out into the main room where I could see the Sun rising through the trees. I grabbed my camera to get a photo of it, hoping I got the exposure right. Looking out the windows I felt arms reach around me from behind. At first I thought it was Lisa but the pressure from the breasts told me it was Rita.

 

"You up early too?"

 

"Yeah."

 

I pulled her down on the couch and spread her legs. Looking up at her in the dim light I gave her clit a flick with my tongue. "I just want to thank you for inviting me on this trip. This has been one of the most amazing times of my life, right behind meeting Lisa. I mean, my first trip on a plane, my first trip to Michigan, my first trip on a real ship, sex on the lawn; it's been amazing."

 

I proceeded to lick her pussy with a fierceness, feeling her boobs rubbing on my head. After a little while a hand pushed me over a little and then it was me and Lisa eating Rita's almost hairless pussy. After her orgasm we sat on the couch with her on either side, just holding her and watching the Sun rise.

 

Since I was up anyway I decided to start being useful make breakfast. I had all the stuff to make French Toast and I made a buttload of it. I had asked at the bakery in the store yesterday and they had some cinnamon bread (which makes the best French Toast). I mixed up the egg coating and took care of brushing my teeth and such while it rested for a few minutes. Rita went and got Steph up by rubbing on her pussy with her hard nipples (lucky girl!).

 

Vigorous sex had worked up an appetite in all of us, so we were four hungry lesbians. I remain convinced that Lisa could, if her darker impulses were given free rein, could eat her own weight in French Toast. She loved that Mom made it whenever she stayed over, and I basically followed Mom's recipe. I look upon things like French Toast and pancakes as butter delivery vectors, unlike Steph who liked it swimming in syrup.

 

Lisa and Steph were wearing scandalously short shorts and Rita had a very tight top to show off her tits, compared to them I was quite dull in my denim shorts (which I had to admit showed off my butt well) and my Lita Ford t-shirt. I had recently picked up a pair of sunglasses at Target, The Chief called them "Saigon Mirrors" so, at least in my own mind I was one sexy badass. Yes, Dear Readers, I had my black high-tops on; Lisa was wearing her red ones. I had my camera bag packed and ready to go and so we drove to Ludington looking like an all-girl episode of Wild Kingdom.

 

I was determined to not look like some country rube compared to my much more sophisticated friends but that fell apart when we got close to the ferry. Standing on the dock next to the ship it looked absolutely gigantic. Rita was rattling off all manner of statistics about the ship, what I caught was that it was just over 400 feet long, powered by coal, and it was the last ferry on Lake Michigan. Lisa took me by the hand and we went up the gangway to find seats on the deck. We found some chairs near the front of the ship, Rita reminded me it is called the "Bow", but I was only sitting for a little bit. I wanted to explore and look for good some photo spots, so I grabbed Lisa's hand and we began walking around the ship. It was a sign of how much she loved me that, even though I think she would have been fine sitting on the deck and getting a tan, she came with me. I did get pulled into little secluded places for some serious kissing and some quick pussy rubbing. I had my camera loaded with color film, Dad had not been willing to let me take his camera too, so there would not be any B&W images. I needed to save up money for another camera so that I could have two types of film with me when I needed it. I did get a got shot of Lisa standing at the back of the ship, the "Stern" Rita pointed out, with her hair flying in the breeze and the flag flapping above her. A nice man, no doubt a fellow photographer, took a photo of us together with my camera for me as well. When we made it back to the bow we found Rita looking out from the railing with a pair of binoculars (her dad kept them at the lake house). She was looking at another ship, this one going south as we were going west. She excitedly told us it was a freighter carrying iron ore from Minnesota to the steel plants in northern Indiana and that it was one of the biggest ships on the Great Lakes and that it was the size of an aircraft carrier. I was blown away by the sheer damn size of the thing, that something that big could move was completely beyond my experience. Lisa was behind me, arms around my middle, her breasts pressed against my back. She giggled a little, "You are so cute when you get excited" and stuck her tongue in my ear. I wiggled my butt against her in reply.

 

I also got photos of Lisa standing right on the prow (another term Rita taught me) with her arms thrown back and her hair streaming out behind her; it was the sexiest photo I had ever taken of her, I just wished she could take off her top. Steph took one of the two of us together, one with me in front and one with Lisa in front; in both of them we were cupping each other's boobs. I got shots of Steph and Rita also, but they didn't have the long, dramatic hair.

 

It took us 4 hours to cross the lake and then we had two hours to explore downtown Manitowoc, Wisconsin. It was a bigger city than Ludington and I did find a camera store which was good; I had almost run out of film. There was a sightseeing trolley, so we rode that around until it was time to re-board the ship. We had lunch in the on-board café as we cruised back across Lake Michigan, I was still boggled by how big a body of water it was; I had only seen it from the shoreline in Chicago, the realization that there were freighters 1000 feet long sailing in a lake (not an ocean) was totally outside of my little world.

 

We saw another freighter on our way back; this one was much smaller, only 600 feet long Rita told us, and it was probably carrying some sort of grain. We passed really close behind it and, in another new experience, I saw a flag I didn't recognize. In fairness about the only flags I knew were the United States, Illinois, Indiana, Canada, Cajun country, and the Pride flag. Rita, who seemed to know everything about ships, told us the ship was registered in Greece.

 

Steph finally asked the question the rest of us were pondering, "Rita, how in the Hell do you know all of this?"

 

She blushed at little, "It's my dad. Whenever we come here, and its usually several times a year, he will sit there right on the edge of the water in a chair with a little telescope and a big thermos of iced tea or coffee and watch the ships. He writes down what he sees in a notebook he takes with him whenever we are near the Great Lakes or the ocean; he says it lets him forget about work and really relax. It's like singing is for Lisa or taking pictures is for Cindy or sewing is for my mom and me."

 

Steph laughed, "Well then I feel less weird for keeping a record of the birds I see." She proceeded to tell us how just on the way over to Wisconsin she had seen three different types of gulls.

 

We spent most of the return trip sitting on the deck in the surprisingly comfortable chairs. Steph did take a picture of Lisa and I kissing under the ships name, SS Badger, which I think raised some eyebrows. The ship did have staterooms, dating back to the days where it made night crossings, and me and Lisa found one that was unlocked. We didn't dare stay long but we at least had some time to finger each other, accompanied by lots of kissing and boob-biting.

 

We docked that evening and headed back to the house, having gotten a fast food dinner. It was a warm evening, much warmer than on the ship with its constant breeze; and so the clothes came off immediately. We sat in the chairs on the back lawn, just looking out at the lake. It was a wonderful evening; sometimes we just laid there naked in the chair, we would kiss for a while, move on to fucking, go back to laying, switch partners and do it again.

 

It was late into the evening and Steph was eating my pussy once again when Lisa got up from sitting on Rita's face and looked down at me, "Coming to bed baby?"

 

"Soon sweetie."

 

"I'll be ready for you."

 

Steph was lying next to me, still wiping my juices from her mouth, when I saw something moving very fast across the sky. I pointed at it, "What the Hell is that?"

 

"It's a satellite."

 

"How can you tell?"

 

"It's going the wrong way, west to east. They do that because they move faster than the Earth rotates."

 

"Neat!" I laid back as Steph sucked on my tit and slid two fingers inside my pussy. It was to be Distracted Lesbian night because not long after I saw something moving very fast. "There was something else!"

 

"Moving really fast and didn't last long?"

 

"Yeah"

 

"That was a meteor. We learned about those in physics, you silly girl. You best go inside, my finger-fucking skills can't compete with the glories of the universe and besides, Rita brought her dildo and I want to fuck her in the ass."

 

We kissed a bit more and went inside. Steph was right, I was too easily distracted to fuck under the stars. Lisa was sitting on the bed with her little whip in her hands.

 

"Took you long enough, now over my lap, ass up you slut." She was total Mean Girl.

 

"Yes Miss Lisa" I laid across her lay, my round ass up.

 

She used the whip hard on me, leaving my butt bright red and stinging. I have always loved it when Lisa gets worked into a sexual frenzy because she can be a super kinky girl once she gets really going. She pushed me onto the bed and spread my legs so she could use her whip on my wet pussy also. It took three strokes before I began thrashing through a violent orgasm, that earned me a good punch in the belly. Spreading my legs, she squeezed my pussy lips like she was squeezing a baked potato, something she had seen in a video. Since turning 18 both of us had become rabid consumers of lesbian porn videos, sometimes with comical results. Leaning down she first ran her tongue over my exposed pussy lips and then, very lightly, her teeth. This time she just let me thrash on the bed as a monstrous orgasm exploded from me. She lay down on top of me, her bush on mine, rubbing slowly as she moved her hips. I was still close to the edge, so it did not take long, with her pussy rubbing mine, to send me into another screaming, thrashing orgasm.

 

"Oh my God baby, what got into you?"

 

"Being that close to you all day and not able to fuck you was almost more than I could bear, the you made me wait.:"

 

"But there was a satellite, and a meteor! And Steph was still eating my pussy!"

 

That got me bitten right on the neck. "Go get my dildo, I want you to fuck me with it and then I want you to eat my ass."

 

I got the dildo off the nightstand and slid one end up into my pussy. Lisa was already on her hand and knees, her glorious rump up in the air.

 

"Now fuck me hard, like a Pirate Queen deserves!"

 

Grabbing her hip, I quite literally slammed the purple cock into her wet cunt. I went at it like a machine, pumping it in and out as her juices dripped onto the bed. I am sure people out on the lake could hear her high-pitched screams as waves of orgasm ripped through her. With the dildo nice and wet I pushed it into her butthole just as hard, now reaching around to grab her tits. A second wave of orgasm left her laying on the bed panting. Spreading her cheeks, I started licking, running my tongue all over her wet pussy and her butthole. I was fascinated watching both her holes quivering from the brutal fucking I had given them.

 

We lay there on the big bed, both breathing hard, our legs tangled together, boobs pressed tight. I always have sworn Lisa's blue eyes practically glow in the dark, like a cat or a Fremen; they were locked on me now.

 

"I love how excited you have been on this trip. You're always so confident and you always know what to do, I love getting to do things with you for the first time."

 

"Sweetie, this has been amazing; I told the same things to Rita this morning. I have done so many things in the past two days for the first time and it has been incredible; but there is something that has been better than all of them."

 

"What's that?"

 

"Waking up in the morning next to you, getting to hold on to your gorgeous naked body, sleeping in as much as we want; and that to say nothing of being able to fuck wherever and whenever we want to."

 

Lisa snuggled her head against my chest, "I love you Cynthia."

 

"I love you too Lisa."

 

I guess I had fucked her into exhaustion because in a very short time she was snoring in her adorable little way. I was asleep soon after.

 

I woke up in the morning with the Sun barely up and Lisa laying on my chest, drooling on my tits. Yes, Dear Readers, she's even adorable when she does that. We didn't have any fixed plans for the day, we might just lay around the house naked and fuck. I looked over on the other side and Steph was sleeping there. I could guess why; Rita is totally adorable, and she has better tits than most porn stars, but sometimes she snores like a chainsaw. I was confident that's why Steph was there. Rita must have woken up and, seeing she was alone, came into the other bedroom so now the bed was filled with naked girls

 

As my friends woke up the fucking began. Lisa and I were on our sides in a 69, teasing each other's clots with our tongues; Rita was on top of Steph, rubbing her pussy on Steph's and Steph was sucking on Rita's wonderful torpedo tits. We were definitely going to have to wash the sheets; none of us had orgasms as wet as Lisa's but there was still quite a bit of pussy juice soaking the sheets. It was almost noon by the time we had made it through every permutation of partners.

 

Rita sat up with Lisa still sucking on her nipple, "So what do we want to do today girls?"

 

Steph suggested, "I've never had an all-over tan so I'm up for some naked sunbathing."

 

Lisa disconnected from Rita's tit, "I like that idea and I brought sunscreen."

"I can do that for a while, but I get bored just lying there and not being able to fuck my sweetie. I'll probably start dinner; what would you girls say if I invited the Jacobsen's and the folks staying in the other house? You know how much spaghetti I make, I just can't help myself."

 

My friends thought that was a good idea and so our plans were made. We did start by laying out nude in the Sun. Like I had told my friends, I got bored quickly, having a tan has never been important to me. I walked down to the lakeshore and waded in, the water felt pretty good, so I went out a bit further until I was up to my shoulders. I took one more step and the bottom just dropped away and my old fears of water I can't see the bottom of (thanks to Lee's dad taking the two of us to see Jaws) so I paddled back until my feet found the bottom again. I walked back up the lawn to get Lisa, fucking in the water is one of our favorite things to do.

 

"What to join me in the lake baby? The water's pretty warm."

 

She got up from her chair and wrapped her arms around me, grabbing my butt, "What a silly question, it's been almost an hour since we last had sex and I need more."

 

We walked hand in hand to the water and made our way out to the edge of the big drop-off. I knew there were no giant lesbian-eating fish in Lake Michigan, but my fear of dark water was still there. Clinging to my naked sweetie made it possible for me to enjoy the water. We spent a lot of time kissing and rubbing our bodies together. It was a considerable surprise when a young couple in a canoe came paddling by. Our heads were all that was visible, and they were about 30 feet from the shore, so I doubt they knew we were fucking as they paddled by.

 

I waved cheerfully to them, "Hi there!"

 

The man stopped paddling, "Good morning ladies. Are you staying in the house here?"

 

Lisa waved as well, "Yeah, we are school friends of Rita Graff. Her mom and dad brought us all up here as a graduation present for her."

 

"My name is Chris, and this is my wife Cassie. We're here on our honeymoon, I'm one of the junior partners in Mr. Graff's firm."

 

"Nice to meet you. Hey, would you two like to join us for dinner? I'm making spaghetti and I always make a lot. We're inviting the Jacobsen's too."

 

They looked at each other, talking quietly, "That sounds fun. When should we come by?" Cassie asked.

 

"Come by around 6, everything should be about ready by then."

 

They paddled out of view, so Lisa and I went back to the serious business of fingering each other and leaving lots of bite marks on each other. I pulled Lisa in close so that I could get my hands under her butt and she could wrap her legs around me; that put her at the right height to expose her breasts, so I could suck on her nipples and bite at her boobs. We switched places and she did the same to me. We heard Chris and Cassie before they came into view, so we had time to be in the water with just out heads showing. We waved as they went by.

 

Lisa wrapped her legs around me again, "Do you think they know we're fucking in the water?"

 

"You never know, maybe they are hurrying back to their house to fuck like animals right now after seeing two beautiful girls doing the same thing. After two more orgasms we walked out of the water, a little wobbly in the legs, and back toward the house

 

Unsurprisingly Rita and Steph were rolling in the grass in an energetic catfight. Lisa sat down, and I sat in her lap, watching our two friends going at each other. Most times Steph's long legs, coupled with Rita's very sensitive clit, would result in Rita submitting but this time Steph's face wound up being buried in Rita's big, soft tits and cut off her air. She submitted, and Rita rolled off of her. It was a testament to how many orgasms we had experience in the lake that neither Lisa nor I joined in, we just watched Steph greedily slurp on Rita's wet cunt and then Rita fucking her friend with her hard nipples.

 

Lisa was playing with my nipples and I was biting at her neck, "You girls should join us in the lake tomorrow. We can have a proper water orgy."

 

I looked up, "We met the couple staying in one of the other houses, cute couple, he's a junior associate in the firm. We invited them for dinner and they'll be here around six."

 

Rita giggled a little, "I wonder if he thinks he can make points with Dad by coming around."

 

Lisa commented, "Well Cassie is really cute and maybe, like us, she has decided a girl cannot live on orgasms alone."

 

"Well then, "I sat up a bit, "I shall show her that this lesbian knows how to properly feed girls." I got up and took Lisa's hand, "We need to rinse off the lake plants babe before we start cooking."

 

We did a lot of kissing in the shower, as well as peeing on each other, but we were at the point where our pussys needed some rest. I had now shown myself that there is a limit to how many times Lisa and I can fuck before we just have to take a break. Out of the shower we sat on the bed so that I could braid Lisa's hair. I still do this, Dear Readers, it's one of our favorite non-sexual things we do.

 

In the kitchen with my completely naked sous-chef, I was wearing an apron, we went to work. The house had a pretty nice wine cellar and Rita had found me a bottle of Italian wine that she said would be good in the sauce, so I used some, Lisa and I drank the rest. My parents would not have understood, to them the only people who drink are alcoholics, but what they did not know was not going to hurt them. The apron proved a good idea when I was adding everything to the crock pot there was a bloop of hot tomato sauce that would have left me with a painful boob burn. Now all that remained was several hours of simmering, with an occasional stir, and with our pussys having rested we went to the couch. Lisa spread my legs and very delicately teased my clit with her tongue while she pushed three fingers up inside my pussy. If Dear Readers, you want proof of how much we loved each other Lisa would barely flinch when my flailing legs would kick her in the boob and smack her face.

 

We did get dressed for company, I even put a bra on and everything. Rita had not told me about the CD library at the house, they were in this 500-disc jukebox sort of thing, but shortly before people arrived she put on Billy Joel's Scenes from an Italian Restaurant. There was plenty of pasta, the Jacobsen's took home leftovers. Cassie volunteered to help clean up, one thing I had learned from Mom was to clean up as you go to make the job easier. She reminded Chris he needed to help as well. One the dishwasher was loaded, again, we went out on the back lawn to watch the Sun set. I had not paid attention to the calendar at all, but I had realized that afternoon that is was the 23^rd of June, St' John's Eve.

 

"We need to build a fire." I announced.

 

Lisa knew me well enough to know there was a story behind my announcement, "Why is that sweetie?"

 

"Tomorrow is the feat of St. John the Baptist who is, among other things, the patron saint of the Cajuns. It's traditional in New Orleans to build bonfires and along the bayous in Cajun country this is known as Bonfire Night. The house had a fire ring in the back yard and a small supply of firewood, so we did manage a small bonfire. I regaled my friends (at least I think I did, they may have just been being polite) with what Mrs. Fontenot had told me about bonfire night and how it was a mash-up of Catholic, Native American, and Voodoo traditions. I told them about the legends of Marie Laveau, the Voodoo queen; that kind of spooked Rita, she huddled up close to Lisa.

 

Chris was laying on really thick, trying to make sure Rita would say nice things about him to her dad. He worked with real estate transactions mostly and at one point he mentioned that his supervisor had only been with the firm a little bit longer than he had.

 

Rita, who I think knew where he was going with this story, asked, "Who's your supervisor Chris?"

 

"She's a black lady named Nettleford."

 

"Oh, Katherine! She lived with us for years, while she was in law school she was officially my nanny, but she was really my bodyguard."

 

Chris seemed taken aback, "Bodyguard?"

 

"Yeah." Rita told the whole story about the daughter of her parent's friends who was kidnapped. "That's when they hired Katherine, she was fresh out of the Marines at that time. Dad saw a lot of potential in her, so my parents paid her way through law school."

 

"Marines? Ms Nettleford was a Marine?"

 

I was enjoying him getting knocked down a step, "Yeah, she intimidates the shit out of most people, at least if they are smart."

 

Cassie was quietly giggling, "I think that makes you smart honey, because the first time she raised her voice around you, you almost shit yourself."

 

Lisa smiled alluringly, "She has that effect on people, but she really is an amazingly kind person." I think if Cassie decided to stay after Chris left she might well have wound up in bed with us.

 

Cassie, we learned, was a kindergarten teacher in Oak Park. She was cute, which was no doubt wasted on her little students. She had really nice boobs and a delightful smile (and dimples) but we were in no position to try to get her into bed with her husband right there beside her. She was quite impressed Rita would be attending the School of the Art Institute and said she hoped to see all of us again. We said our Good Nights and went back into the house.

 

When I got inside Lisa and Rita were already naked. They were talking, and Rita had one hand between Lisa's breasts. "Can I sleep with Cindy tonight?"

 

Lisa smiled, "Of course you can, I am sure Steph and I will keep each other warm." She grabbed Steph's hand, "Come with me Stephanie." The Mean Girl voice told me Lisa was feeling really dominant again and that Steph was going to have a wonderfully erotic night.

 

I shut the bedroom door behind us. Rita was ready to go; her nipples were as erect as I had ever seen them. Her brown eyes were filled with lust.

 

"I want to fight, I mean really fight. The only thing off limits is fists to the face."

 

I nodded and, without warning, slapped her pretty face hard and it was one. I concentrated on her tits since they were such obvious targets. I knew Rita liked rough sex, at least with girls, but this was on another level. I was aching from repeated fists to the gut and tits and the red impressions from my fists were obvious on her belly. I grabbed her pussy, pulling on her cuntlips while she had grabbed my hair with both hands. I wrapped my arms around her middle, pressing her soft belly to mine. I twisted around and body-slammed her to the floor with my heavy body splashing down on her. This knocked the wind out of her and gave me a change to drive my knee hard into her pussy. I sat on her as she slapped ineffectively at me grabbing her big, fat tits and twisting her nipples hard. Sitting on her belly I wrapped my hands around her throat and started to squeeze. Rita's face had gotten noticeably red before she finally slapped at the floor to submit. I let go of her neck and slid between her chubby legs to press my pussy on hers. I began rubbing my cunt on hers, holding on of her legs up between my boobs and sucking on her toes.

 

"Work that bald pussy loser! I want to feel your cunt on mine!" The Mean Girl was strong with me tonight.

 

I had known Rita was submissive with me and with Lisa as long as I had known her. I pulled away from her and laid on my back, "Get that tongue inside of me bitch! I want to drown you in my girlcum!"

 

I pressed my pussy to Rita's cute face, grabbing her dark hair to force her in close. I was moaning loudly as she pushed her tongue up inside me. Our fight had primed me for a truly violent orgasm and when it hit I rolled off her, my legs thrashed wildly, and I was vaguely aware that one heel had smashed her square in the pussy.

 

I rolled her on her belly, "Ass up in the air!" I began with two fingers, quickly moving to three since her pussy was dripping wet. Grabbing her hair with one hand I pushed my other hand into her hard, burying my fist into her pussy, stretching her lips way out. By now she was squealing from both pleasure and pain. When her orgasm came I could feel the strong muscles of her vagina clamping down on my hand, so that when I pulled it out there was an audibly wet "Pop" sound. I gave her pussy a good cleaning and then pulled her up onto the bed.

 

I laid on top of her, rubbing my pussy on hers, luxuriating in the feeling of her big tits smashed to mine. This time she climaxed first, but I wasn't far behind. I laid there on top of her, alternating which hard nipple I was sucking on.

 

I kissed her some more, "Thank you so much for inviting us to come with you. This has been the most amazing time of my life and I'll never forget it."

 

Rita came up for air after some more tongue wrestling, "I'm glad you all came with me. I just hope I meet someone who completes me the way you and Lisa complete each other."

 

We fell asleep holding each other tight. I woke up with light coming in through the curtains. I woke Rita up by sucking on her nipple.

 

"Let's go join Lisa and Steph."

 

We went to the other bedroom and saw that Steph was already licking Lisa's pussy. We got on either side of her, kissing her, sucking her nipples, and biting at her neck and tits. As she reached her orgasm I grabbed her neck, a move which always enhances her orgasms and it definitely did that this time. We switched places and Rita went to work licking my sweetie's cunt while Steph and I were chewing on her and kissing her. Then we all went to work on Steph, who really enjoyed being able to scream as loud as she wanted to for each wonderful orgasm. When it was my turn could tell Lisa was really enjoying making my climb to climax a slow one and, when I did orgasm, she held my legs down tight to the bed to protect her and out friends from my thrashing legs. Of course, this made the rest of my body thrash around but that was less hazardous than letting my legs free.

 

"Rita, when are your parents coming to get us?"

 

"It will be around 4, assuming they leave on time."

 

"You told them I'd make dinner?"

 

"Yeah, Dad seemed pretty happy about that. He's impressed with your skills."

 

I smiled broadly and kissed her square on the mouth, "Well, I'm going for broke today."

 

Steph, who was in remarkably good shape for someone who ate as much as she did, "What are you making? I'm hungry already."

 

"Jerked chicken sandwiches."

 

Rita gave a low whistle, "That's a bold move, you know who you will be compared to, don't you?"

 

"Oh yeah. I figure if mine is anywhere near as good as Zipporah's I will be quite proud." I pulled Lisa out of bed, "Come on sweetie, we need to get to work."

 

Lisa mock-pouted at me, "But I want more pussy!" in her best imitation of Janet's notorious whine.

 

"Once we get it marinating we will go swimming and I will feed you all the pussy you can handle."

 

"I'll hold you to that Fuzzball."

 

I smacked her tight butt, "Watch it sweetie, I'll take all my built-up frustrations with Janet out on your lovely body."

 

"I hope so."

 

With all the assorted peppers and spices the marinade for the chicken was enough to make my eyes water. I put a bunch of chicken thighs in plastic bags to marinate and then headed out to the lake for one more nude swim. We stopped, and I sat in a chair so that Lisa could lick my pussy some more; she did this with considerable enthusiasm. Clearly, she had enjoyed our days of complete sexual excess as much as I had. I did take my turn at licking and fingering her pussy and I was reward with a squirting jet that arced impressively before splashing back down in the grass.

 

At least in the shallows Lake Michigan was pretty warm, though once you got to the edge of the shore rocks and the bottom really dropped away the water down by your feet was noticeably colder. After some kissing and boob fighting I grabbed Lisa by the neck.

 

"Ready baby?"

 

Her voice was quite husky, "Do it!"

 

I pushed her head under the water her white hair waving in the clear water. She pulled on my bush and I pulled her up. She nodded and, after catching her breath, I dunked her again. This time she gave my pussy some licks under the water before signaling to come up. Each time I brought her up I fingered her pussy a bit more so that after a few times we both climaxed. As we walked up out of the water Lisa pushed me to my knees so that she could pee on my tits. Back in the house we showered off, accompanied by several more orgasms (I was now too tender to fuck) before we, reluctantly, got dressed.

 

Mr. Jacobsen came by and told us he was going to the airport to get the Graffs, Rosa and Bryce. I put the chicken on the grill and Lisa made a big bowl of salad for everyone. When the van pulled up in front of the house the chicken was ready; Mrs. Graff immediately recognized the smell and he gave me a big smile.

 

"Ah Cindy, you seem to know what my favorite foods are. That smells incredible!"

 

"I just wish Katherine could be here, I would really love hear her take on this."

 

We were a little surprised to see a woman and a little girl, probably 9 or 10 years old. Rosa introduced them to us, "This is Greta and her daughter Sidney. Sidney has been getting treatment for cancer at the Children's Hospital in Chicago and so as part of Angel Flight we are giving them a ride to Midway airport on the way home.

 

Lisa has always been good with little kids, probably from her dance class experiences and the fact that she is an incredibly kind person. She knelt down to talk to Sidney, "Hi Sidney, my name's Lisa."

 

Sidney's voice was very quiet, "Hello Lisa. Your hair is really pretty." Sidney, because of her chemotherapy, didn't have any hair; she was wearing a White Sox hat to cover her head.

 

"Thank you, Sidney. Are you a White Sox fan? Me and Cindy have been to a game at the new stadium."

 

 

"I am. One of the team's trainers is the grandson of someone who goes to church with us. He's arranged for one of the team's cars to pick us up and take us to the Children's Hospital."

 

I was impressed. "That's really cool Sidney. So, do you like spicy food?"

 

"I do, even more than Mom does."

 

"I think you'll like my chicken then."

 

We all say around the big table (yes, we had wiped it off after fucking on it). Everyone seemed to like the jerked chicken, but I was really watching all three of the Graffs.

 

"This is really good Cindy, it's not as hot as what Gran Zippy makes, but it's good." Rita was trying hard not to talk with her mouth full, "But, and don't take this the wrong way," I swallowed hard thinking, "Oh shit, here it comes", "I really like it but it's missing something. I can't put my finger on it but there's something missing."

 

It was Rita's mom who offered the most likely hypothesis, "Did you use the spices you got at the store or in the kitchen cabinets here?"

 

"Yeah, a few things got left out because I couldn't find them anywhere."

 

"Like Rita said, it's really good and I think proof of that is watching Fred eat his third sandwich, but I know Zipporah always grinds her spices fresh. I think that may be the little things we are missing. You should still be proud, for a first try you have done really well, and your point of comparison is some of the best Jamaican food I have ever eaten."

 

"Thanks Mrs. Graff." I was really relieved; while I am terrible at accepting compliments, I have always taken well to constructive advice and Mrs. Graff was someone whose advice I really respected.

 

She smiled at me, "Now we know what to get you two for a housewarming present when you get your own place."

 

Lisa and I both blushed but we kept the Weepy Lesbian Girls under control.

 

As we were walking out to the van, Rosa put her arms across our shoulders. I was sure it was kind of odd looking since Rosa was a bit shorter than either of us. "So, you girls are together?"

 

I smiled at her, "Yes we are."

 

"Good. It's always good when you know you aren't alone." She gave us each a quick kiss on the cheek; now I was really wondering what she looked like naked.

 

This time I knew how to buckle my seatbelt, but I let Lisa do it anyway because that gave her a chance to rub my pussy. I wasn't scared this time, but I still gave a little "squeak!" when Rosa pushed the throttles forward to hurl us into the air. Once we could move around we sat at one of the little tables where the seats faced each other. Sidney was a very talkative little girl and Lisa politely listened to her. I think it made Sidney feel better to be able to tell someone all the things she had been through in her short life. We had never talked about children, that decision was years in the future, but just watching Lisa interact with Sidney, much like she would interact with the girls in her dance classes, I knew that (if we decided to go that way) Lisa would be a great mom. I was a bigger, unanswered question for that issue; I have little patience for small children.

 

I did do something to make Sidney feel good; she was telling us about her experiences and how she was scared every time. It was hard to hear a little girl talk about how she was always aware she could die. We could not restrain the Weepy Lesbian Girls when she told how she had asked her friend who lived next door to please take care of her dog if something happened to her.

 

I took a deep breath, "It's OK to be scared Sidney, courage is being scared but doing what you have to do anyway. Our friend Rhonda has been through what you are going through, and she is the bravest person any of us know." I saw Steph and Rita nodding; even Katherine considered Rhonda to be incredibly brave and she was the most intimidating person any of us knew. "Rhonda even got a letter from Carrie Fisher telling her how brave she is."

 

"Who's Carrie Fisher?"

 

Lisa smiled a very gentle smile, "She plays Princess Leia in the movies."

 

Sidney's eyes got huge, "Oh wow!"

 

I put my hand on Sidney's hand, "She told Rhonda that she is as brave as a true Jedi Knight." It was all I could do to keep Weepy Lesbian Girl in check.

 

It was a short flight to Chicago, less than half an hour. We landed and pulled up to a hanger where there was a car emblazoned with the logos of the Chicago White Sox. We all got out of the plane to say our goodbyes; we met the team trainer and I was rendered speechless to see Frank Thomas had come along. I'm not a small girl but they call him Big Frank for a reason. I shook his hand; trying hard not to babble.

 

I was actually kind of sad when we came into land at home. We flew over my neighborhood and I think I saw my house from the air, but I would have been perfectly happy to spend the rest of my life traveling with Lisa. Mom, Dad, and Janet were there to meet us at the airport. We took Lisa home but I made Dad stop at Target on the way so I could get my film (12 rolls!) developed. I was very excited to share the photos with everyone.

 

Writing this brought back a lot of memories of what a sheltered childhood I had, growing up in a hyper-religious home and rarely venturing far from home. This trip during the summer after my high school graduation really opened my eyes and to this day I have never had that much sex in that short a period of time. Now we are almost ready to send out heroine off to the larger work. I love hearing from my readers (cattingcundy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to the Nifty archive (https://donate.nifty.org)