Our story continues as our heroine enters her junior year of high school. As before the story involves quite a bit of lesbian sex involving high school girls so if that's not your gig pick another story. Actually if this isn't your sort of story why are you still reading? Sorry, had to give a shout out to Ferris Bueller. Our story is moving toward one of its dramatic high points, thing will get intense soon. This is a work of fiction but it is inspired by true events, colored heavily by my strange addiction to romantic comedies.
Part 9: A New School Year
I've always had mixed feeling about the start of school each year. One the one hand I love summer and being able to do what I want most of the time. On the other hand I am always excited to see my friends again. Granted I had been with my closest friends pretty much all summer and we had fucked like wild beasts. But who knows, maybe this year I would meet some new people. A huge surprise for all of us was that Rita had convinced her parents to let her attend our school (she had kept this utterly secret, girl knows how to make an entrance) where she would have friends (if only they knew what kind of friends we were!) and a vibrant art and theater program for her talents. Gena was really happy to have her new girlfriend at school where they could get all sorts of nasty with each other. At some point I would have to ask about how Brian and Simon (Rita's current boytoy) fit into their sex lives but now was not that time. I had two classes with Lisa: English and American History, and two with Rita: physics and German (I am rubbish at languages and I can barely remember any German today). I also had PE with Gena so I would see a lot of her big tits bouncing around. I also had to take a fine arts class this year. Rita of course took Drawing & Painting and Lisa was in choir again but there was no point of me taking either of those due to my utter lack of talent in these areas so I had decided to take Photography. Photo was taught by the same teacher that I had last year for Chemistry and I liked her. My dad was pleased I was taking the class too and he had given me his well-used Canon SLR when he got himself a much fancier rig for Father's Day. If nothing else I had an eye-poppingly beautiful model to work with (assuming Princess Diana didn't come to town) thought it would mean she would have to keep her clothes on.
The first day of school was again, as always, filled with stupid ice-breaker and "Get to Know Each Other" activities. In Home Room I was paired with a girl named Stephanie. I recognized her from theater, she had played some small roles and had also done the work in producing the programs for the shows as well as some lighting. She was quite tall, somewhere just shy of 6 feet, and also quite skinny. By now I had reached my ultimate height 5'10" but I was distinctly on the chubby side, most it (it seemed) accounted for by my ass. What I would have given for it all to have gone to my tits! (Yeah, that's every girls' dream!). We filled out our questionnaire and talked. There were the obvious things like our names and then we moved on to what we did over the summer.
Stephanie had gone with her family to Japan. She smiled when mentioning how much she stood out in crowds there, being a blonde girl who was easily 6 inches taller than everyone else. I was really envious, the furthest my family had ever gone on vacation was one trip to the beach at Panama City, Florida when I was in 5th grade with my mom's family. Stephanie enjoyed the music of the Beatles and Pearl Jam, the film This Is Spinal Tap, and she admitted to liking Star Trek: The Next Generation; her favorite character was Commander Riker (she thought him cute).
I talked about my pride at putting a new stereo in my car, she liked that I named it the Yellow Submarine, and my work with Theater in the Park on Damn Yankees and getting to go backstage at the Joan Jett show at the State Fair. I left out my girlfriend, my wild lesbian sex parties, and my enjoyment of fighting other girls prior to fucking them. She was cute (mind out of the gutter girl!) and I didn't want to scare her off. It turned out she was in Photography as well so we would be seeing more of each other. She remembered me from theater as well and we talked, and giggled, about Eric's incredible geekiness, though I did tell her I owed him a lot for recommending me to The Chief for the light and sound crew in the park productions.
Ours was a smaller group at lunch, with several girls having graduated in May. Rita drew a large number of male eyes as she walked in since she was definitely following after Gena's example and proudly displaying her tits. I can also guess at the moans of frustration when she sat down at the notorious "Lesbo Table". It was too bad I would be developing my photos where my classmates and my teacher could see because otherwise I could have started the high school version of On Our Backs.
I saw Stephanie and gave her a little wave. She waved back, still unsure about consorting with Those Girls. Some of the other girls in our group let me know that my standing up for Rita back in the summer had generated stories, some of them having my go all She-Hulk, or possibly a Klingon warrior, on his stupid ass. For her part Rita seemed to truly enjoy letting people believe that Katherine (known by some as "That fucking scary black chick") was some sort of enforcer for the Chicago Mob. I assured curious listeners my role was minimal and that it was the timely arrive of the police that had ended the drama. Nonetheless my standing as a Lesbian Bad Ass had increased amongst those who heard the stories. The events at the Buckwheat Zydeco show were also entering folklore but I was always quick to remind listeners that it was Lisa who nailed him hard enough in the junk to make him almost pass out.
My little sister Janet had developed into an exceptional cellist, so much so that she would be performing with the high school orchestra. This meant for most of the next school year I would often be driving her home. I did not look forward to less time spent with Lisa but I had no choice but to deal with it. At first she seemed embarrassed of me but, and I was pretty sure she knew I was gay, her friends seemed fascinated by The Lesbian (you could hear the capital letters) and since it made points with our parents I didn't complain. Lisa, who knew many people in the orchestra, confirmed that Janet was really exceptionally talented. I found that a little odd as there was no one in our extended family who had a high level of musical talent. Janet made friends with another girl, Rhonda, who lived in our neighborhood and played the French horn. Rhonda was a small girl and quite pale with reddish-blonde hair. What I learned about her was that she tended to be sick and miss a lot of school, and she was absolutely mad for Star Wars. She had even gotten a personal letter from Carrie Fisher, which Lisa and I both agreed was seriously cool.
Lisa's house was on the way to school from mine so I often would pick her up in the morning. It was a nice start to the day just holding hands with her and sometimes exchanging boob squeezes. If the afternoons, if I wasn't ferrying Janet home and her parents were at work we would stop at her house and hurry into her bedroom. I never got tired of the feel of her warm skin on mine. There was never time for any proper wrestling or shower fun but I had discovered that she had a toe thing so I would rub her pussy with one foot while sucking on the toes of her other foot. The usually brought her to a very energetic orgasm, without being too wet. She knew just where to rub her nipples on my pussy to make me climax while simultaneously avoiding my wildly kicking legs. We would finish with a lot of deep kissing, one on top of the other, rubbing our pussys together. Sometimes we were barely dressed when one of her parents got home, but we cold mange plausible deniability.
That question of coming out to our parents was what got us as closest to arguing. Lisa felt her parents were ready to hear the truth and would accept it. Probably not as happily as Lee or Rita's parents did, but they would accept that this is just how their daughter was made. Lisa was exhausted from keeping her sexuality a secret and though she never overtly lied to them she still carried heavy guilt about deceiving them. The thought of telling mine terrified me. My fear, and I would really get to crying every time it came up, was that there had been young people at my church who had been sent off to "Conversion Camps" in awful places like Utah or Idaho to have the gay beaten out of them. Others had just been thrown out of their homes and never spoken of again. The church leadership encourage this, calling it "A cleansing of the body of Christ" and there were preachers on the TV and radio that I know my mom listened to who actually encouraged parents to kill they gay kids if it came to that.
Lisa always tried so hard to bring me to reality. "Cindy, I know your parents. Yeah, they're strict and pretty controlling, and that church of theirs is just fucking wrong, but I also know that they love all three of you kids. I don't think they would do anything that awful."
I was inconsolable, "But what if they do! I'll never see you or any of my other friends and that I assumes I don't die on the street somewhere.!" I can look back and now know I had let my worst fears take me over but at the time I just couldn't face coming out to them.
Lisa just held me, my face buried in her wonderful soft boobs, until I stopped crying. I looked up at her, "After the holidays I'll tell them. No point spoiling Christmas for everyone. If the worst thing happened would your parents let me live here?"
Lisa stroked my hair. "I think they would and I know Lee's parents would take you in without question. When you do decide to tell them, you tell me first and I'll tell mine at the same time. Deal?"
"Deal!" I kissed her hard. "You're the best girlfriend ever."
Lisa smiled her radiant smile. "Yes, I know I am and don't you forget it. I am the High Queen of the Noldor after all." I still had all manner of fantasies about Lisa at last year's Halloween dance. She would wear it sometimes so her adoring slave girl could worship the royal cunt. I loved that.
"Yes, My Queen." I gave her a nice, long kiss.
Our English teacher was, as we learned to our delight, was a huge science fiction fan. Ms Mendoza's family had come from Puerto Rico right after World War II and had settled in Baltimore; I had no idea how she wound up here. As she talked about the class she listed the books that we would be reading, and I was excited that Dune, The Left Hand of Darkness, and Ringworld were part of the list. I was going to enjoy this class!
My PE class was personal fitness. I decided to really work at this, I would never have the exquisite muscles that Lisa had or Lee's sheer power, but I could work at keeping my ass from growing in wider. Gena was all for this plan. She worked out quite a bit and was quite strong in her own way. We would occasionally work out after school some and a few times this led to us eating pussy in the showers. Lisa liked the plan too. She said she looked forward to a time when I could pick her up and carry her to the bed before going totally Red Sonja on her helpless body. I loved this plan.
I really enjoyed my photo class as well and I became closer friends with Stephanie. I never even flirted with her, I had a girlfriend and I was not going to risk that relationship for anyone. Truthfully, if I told Lisa I had fucked Steph she would be hurt that I hadn't invited her along, but I didn't want people to ever think I was cheating on her. Yes, we were both sexually insatiable, but we were also totally devoted to each other. That would be true for years to come. If Stephanie came on to me I would deal with it the same way as I did Rita and make sure Lisa knew what was going on. Our first assignment was to have a photo in the theme "Friends." I immediately knew what to do. I gathered up all of our lunch group, plus a few more girls from theater and we met on the stage. I got Stephanie to take the photo with all us sitting on the edge of the stage with our legs hanging over the edge, our arms around each other, and the remnants of the set of Sweet Charity in the background. My teacher really liked the composition and said I captured the theme well. I took it home and proudly showed my parents, they thought it was cute too. I went to the hobby store and got frame so I could hang it in my bedroom.
And so the school year moved on. Lisa and I worked in as much sex as we could but now with being together for a year we no longer we needed to be fucking every time we were in each other's presence; sex (even great sex) can only sustain a relationship for so long. What we found was we had a shared enjoyment of science fiction and music but, I think this is what really kept us together, we made a good team. We were two puzzle pieces that fit together just right. We had fun together. We each learned to enjoy things the other really liked. I took a greater interest in dancing, something I never thought possible, and I also began to entertain the possibility of actually singing at karaoke night some Thursday at the coffee shop. She took an interest in cars, something I had fallen into almost by accident but years of watching my dad and my granddad do basic maintenance had given me a fair idea of how things work. I certainly also helped my butch credentials. Word has also gotten around how I had installed a new stereo in the Yellow Submarine and a few people I knew (they weren't friends, but they were more than passing acquaintances) asked me to help them upgrade their systems. I enjoyed helping people where I could, and Lisa often came to watch and to hand me tools. We had developed a rapport to where she knew what tools I would need for a certain part of the job. Lisa liked that some of our friends thought that we had some weird sort of lesbian telepathy.
The fall play was to be another of Shakespeare's comedies, A Midsummer Night's Dream. I would be #2 to Ryan's Captain on the sound and light crew. Ryan was a decent guy who knew his way around the booth and who seemed fine in the midst of all the gay drama of theater, and he was nowhere as geeky as Eric had been. He did still refer to me as "Number One"; some traditions die hard. When the audition and crew sheets went up I was there for sound & light and as a lead on construction. Lisa was going to audition for a part and also signed up for construction and costumes. Rita signed up for costumes as well and also makeup and Stephanie put her name down for promotion. I introduced Stephanie to my friends and I think she had been warned about us lesbians but she seemed happy to meet the other girls. Lisa was pretty smitten by Steph (as she liked to be called) from the beginning because of her height. I was just over an inch taller than Lisa and Steph was a little taller than me. If they day ever came we would happily pull Stephanie into a lesbian double-team.
We each had other interests as well. Steph and I were in the photo club, Rita was part of the art club, and Lisa had joined student council. Lisa had been clearly reading up on gay rights and she had an agenda which she shared it with me on Saturday morning before we went to start set construction. I had woken her up by eating her pussy and she had insisted I sit on her face which I happily did. As we lay in her bed, my head on her lovely, soft tits she laid out her cunning plan. Student council planned the Homecoming Dance every year and this year's dance would be the week before Halloween. She slipped language into the announcement that everyone would be welcome at the dance, regardless of who the came with. Holding me close she made it clear that we were going together and I had better start dress shopping now. Naturally she would help me, I was rubbish when it came to most girl stuff.
As we got closer to the performance Lisa and I spent many Friday's at each other's houses. We weren't as frantic in our lovemaking; I guess was figured we had time to explore different things. We both really enjoyed just feeling the other's warm nude body snuggled up against us. By no means did this mean we still didn't love fucking; we often would wake up still in a 69.
The play went wonderfully, Lisa was flawless as Titania (the Queen of the Fairies). Steph watched one of the performances from the booth and even grabbed my hand once. I was getting the feeling that she was what they refer to as "bi-curious". Lisa had been reading a lot about human sexuality and had told me all about the Kinsey Scale. She said I was a 6, meaning no interest in guys. She thought Gena and Rita were a 3 or a four meaning they liked girls better but enjoyed sex with guys. Lisa considered herself a 5 in that under the right circumstances she might fuck a guy, though she did say she would want me there to watch. By that reasoning I think Steph was a 1.
I did go with a group from Lisa's church to work on a house being rehabbed by Habitat for Humanity. Lisa's group all seemed to know we were a couple and their reactions ranged from finding the two of us adorably cute to just being happy for us. So different than the narrow-minded yelling I was used to in church. The Chief was there working on the electrical system and I worked with him. He kind of looked upon me like one of his own daughters (he had four) and I learned a lot about how home wiring works. Lisa was helping with painting in one of the bedrooms. I quickly got to where I was quite good at wiring switches and plugs as well as running wire through the walls with a minimum of damage to the existing drywall. The rooms where the drywall was yet to be installed were a lot easier.
It was at the end of one of these work days that my world fell apart. I was horrified to see people protesting outside the house we were working on; they were upset that a gay group from Peoria was helping that day, which pissed over everyone on the building team. They just could not understand where people claiming to be "Christians" could have so much hate for people who were trying to make a positive change in the work by helping a family build a house. What caused me to freak out however was I saw people from my church in amongst those protesting assholes and they saw me. Standing with Lisa. Holding her hand. I took Lisa home, barely kissing her good-bye. I had a lot on my mind and very little time, I assumed, to resolve it.
And there is our cliffhanger. This part and the next one are where the fiction of this story grows very close to real events. If you are enjoying this story I would love to hear from you (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider to Nifty to keep the archive of wonderful stories going. (https://donate.nifty.org)