We continue on with the school year dear readers (I hope I have some readers). This story is still fiction, but the best fiction is based on some level of reality. The story features sex involving high school girls in groups of various sizes. As always, if this is not your thing please read no further.
Part 5 -- Spring Is the Time for Love
Days moved by one by one.
Lisa's birthday came and she invited all us girls to her party. Her parents seemed a little taken aback that
Lisa didn't invite any boys to her party but Gena bringing Brian with her cut
the tension a little. While they never
said anything by now I was pretty confident they knew their daughter was a
lesbian and that she and I were sexually active (What an understatement!). I'm guessing while they weren't sure what to
think about having a lesbian daughter, but I think they were happy that all of
us supported Lisa's dream of being an actress and that there was no danger of
her joining the ranks of teen moms that were endemic to small towns. I gave Lisa several CD's of famous musicals,
including Phantom of the Opera and Cats (she loved Andrew Lloyd Webber) and
a promise that her ass had a date with The Mean Girl. Lee got her an annotated copy of The Hobbit (she squealed with glee for
that one). Annie gave her a small bronze
statue of the Hindu god Ganesh; the remover of obstacles and Gena gave her a
VHS tape of Sweet Charity. Gena now worked at a local video store and
would share lesbian porn tapes with us sometimes.
We stuffed ourselves with pizza and cake, Lisa's mom was a
true kitchen artist, and went downstairs to watch Ghostbusters, one of Lisa's favorite films. We sat close, but everyone kept their clothes
on since Lisa's parents kept bringing us snacks and soda. I was spending the night so we could go to
the school in the morning to see who got what role and to start work on the
sets. Lisa and I were as pure as the
driven snow until we heard the TV upstairs turn off and her parents head to
their bedroom. Then the fun began.
"OK Lisa be a good little whore and strip for me." Now it was my turn to be the Mean Girl.
I watched as my beautiful girlfriend peeled off he shorts and
shirt, exposing her pale skin and white pubic hair. I peeled my clothes off and circled her, my
nipples brushing her skin. I had thought
about what I was going to do this night and as I looked at her I decided I just
couldn't keep up the Mean Girl role for very long. I did give her nipples a twist and I tickled
her ribs too. Not too much, I didn't
want her to pee on the carpet. Lisa had
gone through quite the growth spurt over the year. When I first met her she was several inches
shorter than me and hardly had any boobs.
Now she was maybe an inch shorter (I was up to 5'8") and she was living
every girl's dream; she has gained weight and most of it looked like it had
gone to her breasts. A quick comparison
showed hers and mine were about the same size.
All of this on her toned dancer's body made her all the more
irresistible.
"Well birthday girl, I think it's time for your spanking," I
said, dropping any of the Mean Girl pretense.
I sat down on the couch.
"Lay across my lap baby."
She giggled and did what she was told.
I rubbed her firm butt cheeks, sliding a finger in between to tease her
tight little butthole. Then I gave her a
proper birthday spanking.
SMACK. SMACK. SMACK.
Her cheeks were tight enough it made my hand sting a bit, but they did
turn nicely pink. Sixteen times I
slapped that delicious ass. I could feel
my pussy tingling and I could feel her juice on my thigh. When I got to sixteen I sat her up in my lap,
pressed my lips to her, and slide my tongue in her mouth. We kissed for quite a while, my fingers
buried in her loose, white hair.
Lisa whispered in my ear, "Can I eat my birthday pussy now?"
"Oh yes baby" I whispered back. She slid off my lap and knelt on the carpet,
spreading my legs wide. I leaned back,
eyes closed a I felt her tongue sliding over my pussy lips and my clit, her
long hair splayed out over my lap. After
a while I pushed her back, not wanting to climax yet. I got down on the floor with her, sliding in
close so that our pussys were touching.
We had learned about scissoring from The
Joy of Lesbian Sex and while we both enjoyed it I was always reminded that
Lisa had a much stronger core than I did, I got tired pretty fast.
"I want us to orgasm together baby." I help her tight, boobs mashed together, and
began rubbing my pussy on hers. She did
the same, our mouths locking together.
There was a thrill in trying to pace ourselves so one didn't come before
the other did, but I felt her arms tightening around me and I could feel we
were both close. I leaned in, biting her
neck (not too hard, don't want anything visible) and we orgasmed together. It was wonderful.
We stayed locked together for quite a while, or so it
seemed. Eventually we got into the bed
and went to sleep, holding each other's naked body tight.
We woke up when the alarm went off. There was no sound from upstairs, so Lisa's
parents weren't awake yet. We showered, trying to pee in each other's pussy but
only managing to pee on each other's bush (accompanied by a lot of giggling and
nipple pinching). Getting out hair dry
was a bit of an operation, mine was down past my shoulders and getting quite
curly while Lisa's was almost to her butt.
She sometimes talked about cutting it shorter and I always told her I
loved it long. I did, however, concede
that is was not my head and I wasn't the one doing all the work to take care of
it. Once we got it dry we sat naked on
the bed and I braided Lisa's hair. She
did not help things by wiggling her butt against my bush which made me orgasm
mid-braid.
I drove us to school, Lisa wearing her adorable overalls and
me in jeans and a denim shirt over my favorite Joan Jett t-shirt. Yes, dear reader, which were both wearing underwear. Set construction proceeded nicely and work
began on the lighting. With a musical
there are spotlights, and this was back in the day of 240-volt spotlights that
generate A LOT of heat. I joked with Lee
that wrestling the spots into place was almost as good as lifting weights. She would laugh and squeeze my bicep. She did admit I was getting bigger.
Tryouts for the school softball team came around I signed up
for them. What became clear was that
while I was a decent player in junior high or on a recreational summer team I
just did not have the talent for a competitive and well-ranked squad. I was pretty devastated when my name was not
on the team roster because I loved playing, and
getting to be with Lee a lot was an added bonus. Both Lee and Gena tried to
cheer me up but that would just bring on the big tears. I knew I could still play on the Parks and
Rec team in the summers and I knew on some level that since I had gotten active
with theater it would probably be best for my grades if I didn't do too many
things outside of school.
Lee told me to come by her house on the way home after the
rosters were posted and I wasn't on one.
When I arrived the door was unlocked and there was a note telling me to
come on in. I went inside and shut the
door behind me, locking it as well. Lee
was on the couch in the front room, already naked. I flung myself onto the couch and laid my
head on her big breasts, finally allowing myself to cry. She didn't say anything, she just stroked my
hair and let me blubber. I did feel a
bit better once I cried it all out.
"Now Cindy, get those clothes off. I still have a claim on that delicious pussy
of yours and I need a snack." She wasn't
using the full Mean Girl voice, but she certainly was letting me know she was
in charge today.
I slid off my jeans and panties then pulled off my shirt and
removed my bra. My boobs had grown a bit
but so had the rest of me, I was getting a pretty wide ass. I sat on the couch and Lee spread my legs
wide, giving her access to my furry (and by now quite wet) cunt. Her tongue felt like it was everywhere. Her hands were under my soft butt, squeezing
it. My head was leaned back, my eyes
closed, my fingers pinching my nipples.
I was about to orgasm when she pulled back and pressed her hard, pink
nipple to my pussy. She finished me off
with her beautiful tit, getting out of the way as I climaxed. She knew how much I thrashed and kicked.
Lee got up and leaned over the arm of the couch. "Take care of my ass Cindy," now I could hear
the Mean Girl voice.
I did as I was commanded.
I spread her strong cheeks wide and began running my tongue the length
of her butt crack, taking in her swollen pussy lips and her tight
butthole. I would switch off
occasionally and use my nipple to rub her pussy, but it was mostly tongue and
fingers. Lee quivered and made her
adorable chirping sound as she came and as I loudly slurped on her pussy juice.
I laid on top of her on the couch, nipple to nipple, our
tongues swirling around each other for a while.
"Thank you baby, I needed that." I whispered to her
"I know. Now go find
Lisa. She's worried about you too." Lee patted me on the butt as I got dressed
and headed home.
Rehearsals were a lot more intense for this show. There was an orchestra to coordinate, singing
to practice, and choreography to work out.
I loved watching Lisa in rehearsal; she was completely single-minded,
really throwing herself into the role.
She sometimes would give me a little wave but mostly everything off the
stage just disappeared for her. I was
sure that her dream of being a stage actress and a singer would come true. She was that good, and of course she was sexy
as hell.
I was not on the light board as much for this show. Eric,
reveling in nerdy glory, had put me in charge of the "Away Team" operating the
big spotlights. In a show like Sweet Charity the spotlights need to
follow the performers as they move about the stage. I, of course, operated the light that was on
Lisa. Lisa had the role of Nicki.
Krystal, a very cute blonde but also very much straight, work the light
that would be on DeeDee (the girl playing Charity) and Stephanie (also blonde,
also straight) worked the light one of the other main characters, Helene. We each had other folks who would have a
spotlight on them, but the three female leads were our main job.
Lisa was very excited because she now had a car to
drive. It had been her mom's car; a
Subaru Legacy wagon. I liked the station
wagon concept because now we had another car we could fuck in. I went over to her house to see it and got a
huge shock. SHE HAD CUT HER HAIR! In reality it wasn't much shorter. It was now down to her mid-back instead of
her butt and I knew it would take much less upkeep time, but I so loved our
post-sex hair braiding.
"You cut your hair!" I exclaimed, totally not noticing the
cute blue car she was leaning on. I
think she had been expecting this reaction because she immediately wrapped me
in a very nice, boob-mashing, hug.
"Yes I did sweetie. I
am so done with having to spend an hour drying it every time I wash it. You can still braid it; the braid just won't
be as long. It also means the Lesbian
Strangler will have to use her hands on your pretty little neck from here out."
I gave her a long kiss.
"I know babe, it's not my head, but you know how much I loved it."
"That's why I wanted you to see it before we saw each other
at school tomorrow. So, what do you
think of my car? My mom has a newer one now,
so I get this one. I'm going to do like
you and keep a sleeping back and a blanket in the back for naked snuggling
time." She had an almost predatory look
in her eyes. "Want to try it out?"
We didn't have time for proper fucking, but we did get our
tops off and snuggle boob on boob. I
told her about me not making the school softball team and how Lee did her best
to fuck me out of my crying funk (the tears had started again). Lisa held me tight and let me cry some more
before moving my head down to suck on her soft tits.
"I know about it Cin.
Lee told me and asked me if it was ok if she ate your pussy first. I thought that was cute, but I made her
promise to eat mine soon too."
"Oooooh. I bet she
liked that." I was sure Lee did. She remains one of the least monogamous
lesbians I have ever known and that includes me. I felt Lisa' hand slide inside my jeans and
her fingers caressing pussy. I moaned
into her warm boob and orgasmed amazingly quickly. Of course I did the same and she did her best
to suck my entire breast into her mouth.
We put our tops and bras back on, I kissed her goodbye, and headed home.
The next week was a blur, two nights of tech rehearsals
followed by two nights of dress rehearsals.
Lisa was of course flawless in every way (I might be biased there) but
the entire cast did well. This was the first
time the cast rehearsed with the full orchestra; quite a different experience
from using recorded music.
The performances went with no major issues. After the first show as the cast and crew gathered
backstage, we did a curtain call all together, I kissed Lisa square on the lips
in front of everyone. Seconds later I
blushed like and over-ripe tomato as everyone applauded that we had finally
come out of the closet, at least with our theater family. I got a real thrill as we all bowed when the
curtain opened. We all held hands when
we did the curtain call, so I was holding hands with my girlfriend where both
of our families could see us. It was
wonderful.
It took some time for the cast to get out of their costumes
(I so wanted to help Lisa with that!) and to get most of the make-up off but
finally we were ready to go for celebratory after-show pizza. I put up the back seat in the Yellow
Submarine to two of the girls on the make-up crew could ride with Lisa and me. Dawn and Martina were both very cute and
judging by their own appearance knew their way around a make-up kit. At the tender age of 16 I was already well on
my way to being quite butch. Sometimes I
wondered if my mom thought all of the church's teachings about make-up turning
good girls into harlots had gone too far; she often encouraged me, gently, that
I could try wearing some make-up. I
guess I could ask Lisa to help me with that.
She did wear make-up, just not very much.
Dawn and Martina seemed to find it very interesting they
were riding with lesbians; it's like they thought we were so much older and
more mature than they were (we certainly weren't). Lisa thought it was cute and made a point of
holding my hand the entire way (good thing the car had an automatic). We arrived
and proceeded to stuff ourselves with pizza and I blew several dollars playing
pinball. I have found that pinball
relaxes me (still does) and I play with a singlemindedness that worries some
people. Lisa compared it to when she was
singing and dancing and she just did not perceive the presence of an audience. She just watched me play, taking the role of
sex-bomb girlfriend to my disheveled butch electrical worker (jeans, Joan Jett
t-shirt, flannel shirt over that, and Chuck Taylor high-tops).
I drove Dawn and Martina home and the headed to a secluded area in a local park. It wasn't a terribly cold night, so Lisa and I walked round some, arms tight around each other's waist. We wound up sitting on picnic table out of sight of the parking lot and I slid my hands up under Lisa's sweatshirt and unhooked her bra. She sat in my lap, head on my shoulder as I teased her hard nipples. She pushed me down on my back and pushed my shirt and bra up, so she could bite my boobs as she ground her hips against mine. Our jeans were still on but we both orgasmed none the less. I certainly hoped my parents would be asleep, or at least in their bedroom, because I was sure I would have a big wet spot on my jeans. I dropped Lisa off at home and went home myself. My parents were still awake but in bed. I was happy to get a "Goodnight Dear" through the door as I went into my room.
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