Our story continues with regaling scenes of true love, hints of danger, and improbably athletic sex with high school girls. As has been true all along this story is a work of fiction but it is definitely inspired by actual events.

 

Part 8: The end of a midwestern summer & meeting a goddess

 

The performances of Damn Yankees went beautifully. Lisa was amazing and sometimes I even gave her time to get out of her costume before we jumped into energetic fucking. Rita had done an amazing job creating a costume that showed everything while revealing nothing; the only thing I loved more than seeing Lisa in it was getting her out of it. We fucked everywhere: her bedroom, my bedroom, our favorite picnic shelter, Rita's pool, a water hazard on the golf course, in the backs of our cars, on the hood of my car, in a women's room stall at a rest area on the Interstate, and on the swings at the playground in the park. Looking back it was a wonder no one caught us.

 

Lisa's parents brought all sorts of extended family and friends to see the show; their pride in their daughter was clear. My parents came twice, and Janet even came to several shows with some of her friends. I did wonder if this was her way of showing off her "weird gay sister" but I didn't really care. Rob and Cheri came to one show. Rob's comment, delivered in his usual laconic way, was that "You have a keeper there with Lisa. Don't fuck it up, kid." Rita's parents came to several shows and Katherine was there almost every night. After the run-in with Brayden she was not taking any chances with Rita's safety. I saw Lee, Annie, Gena, and Brian at several shows and I also got the chance to thank Eric for his faith in me. His unsurprisingly geeky response was, "You're a credit to Starfleet lieutenant." I was too excited about my "promotion" that I hardly had time to giggle when his boyfriend James smacked him on the ass for being a "presumptuous geek." James, Eric's boyfriend, kissed me on the forehead, he was well over 6 feet tall, and told me give one to Lisa as well. I promised I would kiss her but said nothing about her forehead.

 

For the 4^th of July Rita's parents had an outdoor party and all of Rita's friends were invited. It was a catered event, first one I had been ever been to. Their house backed up to a golf course which was also where the city launched the fireworks so we great seats. Most of the guests were friends and clients of Rita's parents and, as my dad had predicted, some of them certainly looked like gangsters. I also got to meet Rita's half-sister, Carolina. Rita was right, she was stunningly beautiful. I worried I was staring but I noticed Lisa and Lee were as well and I am sure we were all wondering what she looked like naked. Unfortunately, with all the guests there was no opportunity for yet another lesbian orgy.

 

Late summer is fair season in the Midwest. I had gone to our county fair for many years with my family and last year I had gone with Lee. We held hands in public, ate funnel cake, and won some cheesy prizes. It was glorious. This year I wanted to hit lots of places to hear music. The highpoint was going to be the Illinois State Fair in Springfield. Joan Jett was going to play the main grandstand and I was determined to go; I just had to convince mom and dad to let me go. The whole issue of me driving 70 miles to Springfield and then getting home very late was going to be a tough nut to crack.

 

Thanks to the bulletin board at the record store I knew what bands were playing at what events for the rest of the summer and into the fall. The first thing coming up was a free concert by Buckwheat Zydeco. I was excited for this because it was right downtown, within walking distance of the record store (in fact the store was one of the event sponsors) and it was free. But there was also a problem; my utter lack of dancing skill. Zydeco requires dancing and Lisa loves to dance. Lee was not any more coordinated than I am, so I reached out to Rita. Dirty (but fun) girl that she was, she was going teach me some basic dance steps, but I would need to show her some wrestling moves. She really wanted to wrestle Lisa, and who could blame her for that. Oh, and she would also only teach me if we both were naked. I was good with that.

 

I went to Rita's house, said "hi" to Katherine, she raised her eyebrow a little but gave me a friendly (for her) smile. I went up to Rita's room and, no surprise, she was already naked. I stripped down quickly (I was getting good at getting out of my clothes fast). She put on a CD and proceeded to teach me the basics of the cha-cha and the two step, which she assured me were the basic Cajun dance moves. It was quite hard to concentrate with her nice, chubby tits mashed against me.

 

I wasn't able to restrain myself any further, so I threw her onto her bed, spreading her legs wide and burying my face into her almost hairless pussy. I was working her cunt with my tongue and I got two fingers into her butt as well. Clearly Rita had been aroused before I began eating her pussy because she orgasmed within a few minutes. I was amazed at how little that the guys who she had fucked knew about giving a girl pleasure (or maybe they just didn't care about her pleasure) but Rita clearly enjoyed her orgasms. Just as I knew she loved having her pussy licked she knew I loved the feeling of her puffy nipples rubbing on my clit. I spread my legs really wide to open up my cunt and Rita was able to push her erect nipple inside me just a little. I locked her in close to me with my thick legs moaning with pleasure as my juices leaked around her wonder breast.

 

We lay on her bed, talking about fighting. I was nervous about how rough I could be with her. I knew that at least one past boyfriend had been abusive with her and I didn't want to bring that bad experience back to her. Rita kissed me hard and let me know that, like Lisa, she trusted me to not really hurt her. I said ok, we got up, facing each other. I was enough taller that our nipples did not line up exactly.

 

"You ready?"

 

"Bring it slut!" Ooooh, she was already a dirty girl!

 

I lunged at her, grabbing her brown hair with one hand and driving my fist hard right into her fat boob. Rita grunted but I could see a fire in her brown eyes. She grabbed my smaller tit with one hand, digging her nails into the soft flesh while she grabbed my pubic hair with her other hand and pulled hard. I drove several hard punches into her chubby belly, forcing her to release my bush. Gripping her hair with both hands I brought my knee up into her belly, causing her to sag down with me pulling her hair. I reached down and grabbed her pussy, forcing three fingers up inside her.

 

"Oh fuck Cindy! I give! I give!"

 

I immediately let Rita sag down onto the floor before I laid on top of her.

 

"You want to try sexfighting?"

 

"What's that?"

 

"We stimulate each other to try to make the other girl come first."

 

"Ooooh. I like that."

 

My tits were already pressed to hers and I spread her legs with mine so that our mounds were mashed together. I started working my hips, grinding my pussy on hers and my nipples on hers as well. This was much slower paced and there was a fair amount of kissing as well. Eventually I was able to maintain contact between our wet pussys and Rita's breathing became shallower and more ragged. She surrendered to yet another orgasm, sinking her teeth into my right tit as she did, leaving some nice tooth marks.

 

Rita rolled us over to she was on top. "Let's do that again. I like that kind of fight better."

 

Rita pretty much smothered me with her tits from the very start and she managed more pressure on my pussy than I had applied to hers. I tried but in a grinding contest being on the bottom is a definite disadvantage. I tried but I finally surrendered, flipping Rita's nude body off mine as I thrashed my way through a particularly pleasurable orgasm.

 

"I look forward to watching you and Lisa sexfight. She likes those more than catfights and I am excited about offering my pussy to the winner." I was panting pretty hard. "Are you coming to the concert tomorrow?"

 

"I am going to try. I'm sure Katherine will be there as well."

 

"I'll introduce you to Gena. She is happily bisexual and I am sure she knows some guys who would treat you better sexually than any of those losers you had in the past."

 

"I like that. Of course I still want you and Lisa as well."

 

"That won't be a problem babe" I kissed her firmly,

 

I got dressed, feeling a bit more confident in my dancing skills. I would never be as graceful as Lisa, but I was counting on love being blind, or at least quite near-sighted. I kissed Rita goodbye and headed out. I saw Katherine on my way out of the house.

 

"I hope you and Rita can come to the Buckwheat Zydeco concert tomorrow."

 

"I think we can make it. Her parents may be home tomorrow as well, depending on when they can leave Cleveland."

 

"Are they flying to Peoria (the nearest large airport to us) or into Chicago?"

 

"They are using the law firm's plane, so they will fly straight to the airport here. They both like music so if they are here I think they would enjoy coming to the show."

 

Wow. They have access to their own jet. Rita's family definitely lived in a world different from that of me and my friends. I pulled my curly hair back into a pony tail and out the back of the well-worn Chicago White Sox hat my grandfather had given me.

 

Katherine smiled, a warm, genuine smile this time, when she saw the hat. "I grew up on the south side. Have you been to a game in the new ballpark?"

 

"No. The last game I saw was back in 1989 when I went with my grandfather and my aunt Carla."

 

"Well maybe we can all go see a game some time. Mr. G's firm has season tickets that associates can use, and he is still a partner in the firm."

 

Damn. This is a different world. (Flash forward: After seeing the film I knew exactly how Rachel Chu felt in Crazy Rich Asians). "I would really like that. I hope we can do that some day." I got back in my little yellow car, cranked up Lita Ford on the stereo (I was still so proud that I had put the system in myself), and headed to work. It was my turn to decide what would be playing on the stores audio system and I picked Blues for Allah by the Grateful Dead; that proved to be an oddly prophetic choice. Lisa came by on her way to the dance studio. The studio owner had hired her to teach dance to little girls, mostly between 7 and 12 years old. She really enjoyed it and I loved how happy it made her.

 

"Hi sweetie!" Lisa gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. We were as out here at the store as we were anywhere but tongue-wrestling in the store would still not be appropriate. "I've been approached by some people with a band to do a show with them as a backup singer. I guess someone in the band heard me in the show or at the coffee shop."

 

"What's the name of the band babe?"

 

"They're called `Jehovah's Favorite Choir', they are a Grateful Dead tribute band."

 

I let out a loud laugh. "That's who is playing on the stereo now! I love their music! When would you be performing with them?"

 

"At the county fair in three weeks."

 

"That is so cool. I will have to make sure all the other girls know about it. I have to tell Lee's dad as well. He loves the Dead too. On a separate note Rita wants to sexfight with you." I gave her a really wicked smile with this one.

 

"Well, I hope you will be the prize."

 

"Count on it baby"

 

She gave me another quick kiss and headed to the dance studio for the class she was teaching. I went back to work, stocking the assorted CD racks, happily singing along with "The Music Never Stopped". I could already hear Lisa's clear ringing voice in with Garcia and Weir's singing. The store closed up and I headed out to wait on a bench for Lisa's class to finish. I smiled as I was practically trampled by a herd of little girls, all saying happy "Good Night!" to "Miss Lisa".

 

I put an arm around Lisa's waist. "Hello Miss Lisa." I kissed her cheek. She kissed me back. It was wonderful. We walked around the downtown area in the warm July evening holding hands.

 

"I think Rita is really in love with you. She gets so excited at any mention of getting got fuck you."

 

Lisa giggled. "I think we need to introduce her to Gena and Brian. Rita is way more bisexual then either of us, certainly more than you are." Here she slapped my ass. "It might mean Gena would quit asking us to join her and Brian, at least for a little while." Lisa giggled again. I think she sometimes did think about joining them, but she knew I never would.

 

It was very romantic walking around the city center in the warm evening. That got abruptly spoiled when we walked past a bar and a very drunk guy yelled out "Look at the fucking dykes!" We got back to our cars quickly. It was easy to forget that many of the people in our community did not think we had a right to exist, much less be happy.

 

We got into Lisa's Subaru and snuggled up in the back. We didn't have time for proper sex, but we definitely had fun kissing and sucking boobs. We were holding each other, happy and warm.

 

"So, when do you practice next with the band?"

 

"Tomorrow night. Do you want to come?"

 

I bit her firm boob, "Of course I do. We're a team baby!"

 

"OK, I'll see you tomorrow. I'll email you the address." My family had joined the modern world, we now had an AOL account for our simple little Mac LC so I had my own email address. I had never tried to find lesbian stuff on the internet because, well, I was still way in the closet where my family was concerned.

 

I went to work the next day and learned at our staff meeting that we would be able to get tickets to the shows at the Illinois State Fair. I immediately asked for tickets for the Joan Jett show. I still had no idea if my parents would let me go but by god I was going to figure out a way to be there. Lee's dad came into the store that morning in his periodic searches for obscure LP's and CD's. I always enjoyed talking to him; His musical knowledge was almost endless, and he really liked me if for no other reason that how many times I was with Lee when her menstrual cramps had left her screaming in pain. She was finally getting proper treatment, but it was still hard to think about how much my friend (and let's be honest; my fuck-buddy) had suffered. I told him about Lisa singing with the Grateful Dead tribute band at the fair and he assured me that he would be there even if Lee didn't show up. I was sure Lee would be there, but I appreciated his commitment.

 

Rita came by as well. Rita was a wonderful girl, she was a totally insatiable sexual freak and I loved her for it, but it was obvious she craved approval from other girls. Guys she could wrap around her finger with be beautiful boobs alone, but she truly wanted girls to like her. I think that's why she tried so hard with Lisa and me. I had introduced her to Gena and I think that she would be joining Gena in fucking any number of guys.

 

My coworkers were impressed that my girlfriend would be part of the band at the county fair and I was really damn smug about that. I drove to the house where they were practicing where I saw Lisa's car in the driveway. I rang the bell and the door was answered by a little girl, the daughter of the lead guitarist. "Lisa's girlfriend is here!" Just being announced as her girlfriend made my pussy tingle. I was led to the rehearsal space in the back yard and I sat down to listen politely. I went over to the sound guy and introduced myself, his name was Roy, letting him know I was interested in how soundboards are worked. Roy thought it quite cute that a girl wanted to work the sound, so he humored me. The band was quite good, paying a good tribute to the Grateful Dead. Naturally I was excited when I could hear Lisa's strong voice come through. I stayed quiet, not wanting to disrupt their practice, but none the less being so proud of my lovely girlfriend.

 

I gave Lisa a big hug afterwards, which also gave me a chance to pat her lovely firm butt as well. I met the other band members as well; several of them recognized me from the record store as well. We hung out on the back porch and Lisa proceeded to sit right in my lap. I enjoyed that immensely and made a note that there was another group of people who we could be out with. The question of who we were out with always loomed large. I knew I would have to tell my parents someday, but I was just too scared to do it. Lisa and I talked about often, the best plan we had at this point was that we would tell our parents at the same time. I think she felt she could come out to her parents at any time, but I was terrified of how mine would react when faced with the truth. I hated going to our church because hatred of gay people was thrown at me all the time and some members seemed to always be trying to find out who was in the closet. It was unhealthy, and I knew it but refusing to go to church would, I thought, be a bridge to far. My answer was to hold Lisa tight and trust my friends.

 

The next day I got ready to the Buckwheat Zydeco show. All the store employees got new t-shirts since we were one of the main sponsors of the show. Rita was going to meet us at the show, so I went to pick up Lisa. Her parents were both at work, so we had some time to ourselves. No sooner was I in the door than she was leading me to her bedroom. We were naked impressively quickly and I went to work on her beautiful pink pussy. I alternated between sucking on her swollen clit, pushing my tongue insider her, and sinking my teeth into her inner thigh. She was still quivering from her orgasm when she went to work on my pussy and butt. She didn't even flinch when I accidentally kicked her in the tit when my climax seized me. We lay on the bed, still panting, but she as she laid beside me (I was of course playing with her fading red hair) she had a serious look on her face.

 

"What is it baby? You look troubled."

 

"I want to tell you something but I'm afraid you'll think I'm a pervert or something." I couldn't help it, I let out of barking sort of laugh."

 

"Babe, you know me. I think I am in the running for most perverted 16-year-old girl on the planet. Now spill!"

 

"So, I love my job as a dance teacher. The girls are just darling, and they really like me but..."

 

"But what? You can't leave me hanging here."

 

"Sometimes when I get home I masturbate thinking about them naked. Those tight little bodies and their amazing little butts."

 

"Are you going to try to fuck your entire class sometime?"

 

Lisa looked horrified. "No! Absolutely not! Their parents trust me, and I can't break that trust, but I feel dirty just thinking about them that way."

 

"OK. First, those girls are not that much younger than Melinda's sister was when I fucked her the first time. Granted she threw herself at me and wanted me to beat her up, so she was a true freak, but she knew exactly what she wanted, and I gave it to her. Second, if people knew some of the thoughts I have they would probably lock me up. You've got nothing to worry about. You know you can be as rough and as kinky as you want with me and I will love you all the more for it. Now stop worrying and sit on my face."

 

I ate her pussy once again with gusto, fingering her butt as I did. She didn't quite gush on me, but it took a lot to lick up all her delicious juices. She licked my wet pussy before she finished me with rubbing her pale nipple on my clit until my legs clamped together, trapping her between them.

 

"Feel better now sweetie?"

 

"Much. Let's go dancing." Lisa was so excited about dancing that I could hardly wait to show her what I learned from Rita. I was sad I would have to keep my clothes on. I was wearing my jeans and my Doc Martens and my record store t-shirt. Lisa looked very much like a brain-meltingly beautiful gypsy (The author chimes in now: "Think Esmerelda from The Hunchback of Notre Dame with smaller boobs.")

 

The crowd was not too big when the show started. Buckwheat noticed Lisa in the crowd with her flowing red hair and swirling purple skirt, giving her a cheerful, "Tete rouge, where ya at?" which I knew was a common Cajun greeting. Lisa was delighted that I could dance, even just a little, and we dance boob to boob for many songs. Rita came over to see us and we each danced with her too. Her parents were there, and they seemed to be having a good time. I even asked Katherine to dance and she seemed to think that was cute. For a big woman, she was well over 6 feet tall, she was incredibly graceful.

 

Then we heard yelling. Some random guy had asked Lisa to dance and she was having such a good time so she said "Yes". I guess everything went well until he grabbed her butt. The story I got from her later was he had his hand on her butt and gave it a squeeze which led to her pushing him away. He then slapped her firm ass and got slapped hard across the face for his rudeness. That's when the yelling started. He was going on about her being a cock-teasing bitch when I got there. I could see she was shifted her weight back onto one foot, like we had seen female wrestler's do, and I knew that if he didn't back off real soon he was going to kicked hard in the crotch. I stepped up, determined to defend my baby even though she was quite capable of taking care of herself.

 

"I don't know who you are buddy, but you need to leave my friend alone, you got me?"

 

This got me shoved out of the way (so much for my cunning plan) which led to Rita stepping up to defend Lisa. He pushed her back, actually planting his hand on her boob (there went her cunning plan), and that is when the situation descended toward, as Lee had once put is, "mind-numbing orgy of unspeakable violence". Lisa followed through and nailed him hard right in the junk and, seemingly materializing out of nowhere (How did she do that?), Katherine was standing over him with a foot on his throat. Clearly he had no idea what a shit storm he had unleashed because I was confident Katherine knew at least 20 ways to kill him right then and there and make it look like it was done by Winnie-the-Pooh. Then, just to round out the madness two police officers and Rita's parents arrived. Mr. G stayed back but it was plain that the officers knew who he was. The asshole was taken away in cuffs, still trying in vain to ease the pain in his testicles.

 

I turned to Lisa to see that she was shaking and crying. That was enough for me, I walked her over to a sidewalk bench and sat her down, holding her tight and reassuring her things were OK.

 

"I was so scared Cindy! I've never had anything like that happen to me, but I knew when I saw you it would be ok."

 

If you've read this far you know I am an utter nerd and so it should not come as a surprise the reader to know that I absolutely love the film The Princess Bride. I was scrambling for something profound and romantic to make my sweetie feel better. I took her face in my hands, wiping her tears away.

 

"I will always be there for you Lisa. This is true love, you think this happens every day?"

 

Lisa kissed me hard, I mean an utter movie kiss. To this day I swear I heard The Princess Bride theme, "Storybook Love" playing the background as the world vanished for a moment, leaving just the two of us. I held her tight and we sat on the bench, letting our adrenaline come back down to Earth.

 

Over the next few minutes Rita came and sat with us and Katherine checked on Lisa, even complimenting her on here handling of the situation (and Katherine does not give idle praise). Even one of the guys from the band came by to check on "Little tete-rouge" (someone had to tell me that's French for "redhead"). I felt a warm hand on my shoulder and in looking up I saw Gena. I squeezed her hand and Rita made room for her on the bench. I had told Gena about Rita, especially her voracious sexual appetites and her interest in guys and girls. Gena looked Rita over, I was sure noticing her nice tits, and smiling at me.

 

"Hey Rita, let's give these girls some privacy." Gena took Rita's hand and they walked off talking.

 

I looked at Lisa, "Those two will be naked within the next 15 minutes."

 

Lisa was still holding on to me but was feeling calmer. She gave a little smile, "Maybe 20 if Brian needs to get his clothes off too. I hope to poor boy survives those two, they may well fuck him to death."

 

"Are your parents at home? I know mine are so going back to my house is right out."

 

"Yeah, they are. Let's go back to the car."

 

I led her back to my faithful little yellow car and we got in the back under the blanket. We were both expert at stripping in the car and soon she was on top of me, grinding her warm pussy against mine with her hard nipples rubbing on mine. I was pushing up with my hips, pressing my pussy onto her and biting at her nipples when they were close enough to my mouth. She would bite and my shoulders and my boobs and occasionally on my neck. We both had a biting fetish and after a really energetic fuck-frenzy (Lisa's words) we would both be covered with bite marks. I let Lisa do most of the work tonight, letting her stress flow out through me as passion. She took her time, and I did too. We didn't talk much but there was a fair amount of grunting and moaning. I was in heaven feeling her warm body pressing down on mine and once again (we were getting good at this) we orgasmed at almost the same time. Lisa lay there on top of me, her boobs pressed to mine, for quite a while. I could tell she was replaying the evening's events over in her mind from time to time because I could see the tears welling up in her eyes and that was my cue to hold her tight.

 

"I know it was scary baby, but you did great and it's over now." She may have tried to answer but I didn't let her since I had my tongue in her mouth wrestling with her.

 

"I need to go home now Cindy. It's all better now."

 

I kissed her again, we got dressed (we weren't as fast at this) and took her home and then I went on home too. I had convinced my parents to let me move downstairs to Rob's old bedroom, but I did talk to them a bit. They seemed pleased I had fun at the concert, which was weird since out church regularly railed against dancing (among other things). Rob didn't care about the bedroom, he just chuckled a little over the phone and I was sure he knew I wanted to move down there so Lisa and I had more chances to fuck. He certainly was not wrong.

 

I was excited when the day of Jehovah's Favorite Choir show at the county fair. I did not exactly fit in with the crowd. I was in my rocker-girl gear with my black jeans, my record store t-shirt, and my Doc Martens. Most of the people in the crowd really looked like they had followed the Dead for years and the scent of patchouli was pretty choking. The woman next to me looked to be about my mom's age, with a long skirt on over her jeans and loads of clunky wooden beads; I don't think she was wearing a bra either. As the band launched into "The Music Never Stopped" I couldn't help but grab her hand. She looked at my, smiling the smile of the utterly stoned.

 

"That's my fucking girlfriend singing there!"

 

This woman happily patted my butt. "She's quite the beauty. I remember my first girl."

 

I thought she was going to say something else but she just sort of twirled off into the crowd. As least she had seemed friendly.

 

I saw Lee, her Dad, and Annie there too. They all told me how good Lisa was (Duh!). Lisa came out to hug us all, practically skipping along her in sexy gypsy skirt. We went back to their guitarist's house to celebrate. Lisa and I were good girls and passed on the beer and the weed. If I was going to keep my parents in the dark about my sexuality I figured if I obeyed my parent's other rules it might tilt things in my favor. The guys in the band said they would be happy to take Lisa on tour with them, they really seemed to have forgotten she was 16 and in high school.

 

I had been waiting for months to go to the State Fair to see Joan Jett. I think dad would have let me drive but there was no way in hell mom was going to be OK with that. After lots of phones calls, emails, and post-sex conversations I had worked out a plan. Rita wanted to go with us and so did Gena. Rita talked Katherine into driving (she still wasn't sure if she wanted to go to the show), and mom was OK with my going with an actual adult driving us. I was so excited the night before the show I could hardly sleep. I would have loved for Lisa to have spent the night with me, but she wasn't able to, so I spent a lot of time masturbating with my copies of Battling Girls.

 

Morning came and I began obsessing over what to wear. Katherine would be by to pick me up mid-morning (it was an afternoon show) and I wanted to be ready to go. I finally decided on black jeans, my absolute favorite Joan Jett shirt, and my Doc Martens. If one is going to meet a rock (and sex) goddess one must dress for the occasion.

 

When they arrived, Katherine came to the door, formally introducing herself to my parents. My mom later commented that Katherine had the best posture she had ever seen. Mom also totally agreed with me that Katherine was pretty intimidating woman and would make a kick-ass lawyer.

 

Katherine was driving the family's black Suburban, so we looked like real gangsters (as much as 16- and 17-year-old white girls can) and so we headed to Springfield like some demented lesbian traveling circus. On the way Rita dug into her bag and handed things to the three of us.

 

"Dad got these for you as thanks for helping me out back in June with the whole Brayden thing."

 

I looked at what she had handed me, a laminated card on a lanyard, and it took a moment to register what I was holding. It was a fucking backstage pass for Joan Jett's tour! I shrieked with joy and climbed over the seat to properly kiss Rita (Gena and Lisa were giggling, and I was told even Katherine cracked a smile). I didn't care, if Rita had slid off her shorts I would have eaten her pussy right there in front of everyone. I was going to meet the 3^rd sexiest woman (that I would never get to fuck) in the world! Princess Diana was #1 and Wendi Richter was #2; Lisa was in a category all to her own since I was able to actually fuck her.

 

We arrived at the fairgrounds and Katherine led us back stage. Katherine was possessed of absolute confidence in all things; people would see her and not think of questioning whatever it was she was doing. Security was a bit disbelieving that three teen-age girls had passes to see a goddess, but it took only one glare from Katherine for them to let us pass. We walked between some trailers and there she was, with the band. I swallowed hard and walked right up to her (she was shorter than I had imagined at just 5'5").

 

"I am so honored to meet you Ms Jett" as I nervously shook her hand. She hugged me, and I almost had an orgasm right there.

 

"I'm just Joanie. I always like meeting up and coming rocker girls."

 

I introduced her to Lisa, as my girlfriend, and also to Rita and Gena. She seemed to know Katherine and appeared genuinely happy to see her. Joanie also smiled at "girlfriend". She leaned in close to give me a "Damn girl, you done good!" and a pat on the ass. If I had been struck by lightning at that moment I would have gone on to the judgement with a smile on my face and a song in my heart. Lisa held my hand tight. She wasn't the rabid fan-girl that I was, but she knew this was my moment. Rita had her little 110 camera with her and took a photo of me and Joan with our tongues out throwing down total rocker-girl devil horns and one with Joan in between Lisa and me. I treasure these photos to this very day. We chatted with all of the band, everyone was really quite nice to us, and went out front to seats near the stage.

 

I was an absolute maniac during the show. I sang along at the top of my lungs; I would randomly kiss Lisa, Gena, and Rita; I even got some smiles from Joan and the band. At one point I had my arms around Lisa, just below her boobs, as we bounced up and down during "Light of Day" and I was screaming to no one in particular "This is my fucking girlfriend!" One of the bikers that were working security smiled in a bemused sort of way at us. It was one of the most totally amazing days in my short life!

 

After the show we rode some rides and Gena, with her killer pitching arm, won us all ridiculously large stuffed animals at one of the game booths by knocking down targets with a baseball. I got a duck, Lisa got a dinosaur, and Rita got a snake. Reinforcing her scary reputation (with us at least) Katherine won multiple prizes shooting an air rifle. She gave a little giggle (hearing her giggle was totally weird!) as she won yet another cheesy Lynyrd Skynyrd mirror; she remarked to the guy running the booth that she had received multiple decorations in the Marines for marksmanship. He was not impressed to be handing out that many prizes to a black woman and her white girl posse, but we did not care. We ate way too much (I love funnel cake and corndogs!) and as the Sun was going down we left for home; all of us napping on the way home. I looked in the seat in front of Lisa and I and I could see Gena's hand was inside Rita's shorts and I could hear Rita softly moaning. Lisa had my shirt pulled down a little so that she could kiss my tits as she was rubbing me through my jeans.

 

I got home, sadly no proper sex today, told my parents about the show. My mom didn't get it, but my dad did say he was glad we had a good time. I headed downstairs to go to bed and to fantasize about Lisa and I taking turns licking Joan Jett's pussy.

 

The weekend before school started Rita invited us girls to her house for a pool party. Her parents weren't home, and I had concluded that Katherine considered Rita's sex life to be her own business as long as she was happy. Rita had gotten into a relationship with one of Brian's friends and I knew the two of them had joined Gena and Brian for a foursome (you can hardly call that an orgy). Part of me speculated on whether Simon and Brian were bisexual as well, but I did not want to ask. Anyway, this party was a girl's only affair. It was daytime so we had our swimsuits on in the pool. I wasn't sure how she had not noticed before, but Rita pointed out I had hairy legs.

 

"Really? You've never noticed that all the times you've been between my legs?" I had to laugh.

 

Lisa chimed in, "It's doesn't bother me baby. Mine are hairy too, I just have the advantage that my hair is white."

 

"Before you girls leave I'm going to shave your legs, but I promise not to shave your bush." Rita as giggling as Gena was playing with her incredibly erect nipples.

 

We went in the pool house and the suits were off in a flash. First off Rita wanted to sexfight Lisa. Rita was still in love with Lisa, and who could blame her, and she desperately wanted another sexfight with her. They sat on the floor, legs open, so that their pussys mashed together. Each girl was also playing with the other's boobs as well when they began grinding cunt on cunt. Lisa had her incredibly strong core and legs, as well as lots of practice with me, and Rita was already hungry for an orgasm. Their moans got louder but final Rita orgasmed explosively with Lisa squeezing her tight with her amazing thighs. Rita then brought Lisa to orgasm licking her nice wet pussy.

 

Gena and I decided on a full catfight. We had over a year's experience being really rough with each other and we really got aroused from the physical struggle. We rushed at each other, naked bodies slapping together as we grabbed at each other's hair. I was taller and a little heavier than Gena, but she had those amazingly large tits and very strong legs. There was a lot of slapping and biting (we both also like that, giving and receiving) and nipple twisting. We danced around, rolled on the floor some, squealing as tits and cunts were grabbed. After several minutes I found my face buried in Gena's fat tits which made it harder to breath. Gena had both arms around my head, and she had strong arms, when she brought her knee up hard right into my pussy. That was the end for me. I just sort of slumped down, my pussy exploding in exquisite pain which in turn caused a massive orgasm. I was thrashing on the floor, holding my pussy with my juices pouring out of me. Gena grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to her cunt and I eagerly began licking her to orgasm as well.

 

Without even giving me time to recover Lisa announced that she had not punished me for being overly blunt with Rita when we had sat down for pizza weeks ago. I was ordered to lay across her lap with my ass up. Clearly she and Rita had talked about this, probably after some joyous fucking. Rita put a wooden clothespin on each of my nipples (which were already very sensitive from Gena twisting them). Lisa had a wooden paddle which she began using my ass. I held on to her legs, my tits deliciously burning, and my pussy juices flowing freely. After 20 swats, my ass was very pink, she led me into the big shower and ordered me to kneel and to open my mouth; the Mean Girl voice was very strong with her today. All three of them proceeded to piss on me, aiming for my mouth like I was a lesbian carnival game. I gamely swallowed their pee, it was hot and salty but also oddly metallic. When they were done all of us were in the shower and Rita turned on the water to clean me off. Lisa and I eagerly mashed our boobs together and grabbed each other's butts. I could see Gena was on her knees eating Rita's pussy.

 

True to her promise Rita did shave my legs. She did a good job with it, I hate things like that and I am sure there were plenty of rumors around the school about Cindy the Lesbian and her hairy armpits (that could be a good name for band!). Rita did tell me that someday she was going to do makeup for me as well. I told her my mom would want to adopt her on the spot since she was constantly prodding me to wear even a little makeup. My sister Janet, naturally, needed no such encouragement.

 

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