Date: Tue, 22 Feb 2011 08:30:13 -0800
From: Fantasy Fling <tripartitealliance@gmail.com>
Subject: Tanisha's Awakening (Chapters Fourteen - Seventeen)

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Dear Readers,

Thank you for all your warm words of appreciation and encouragement as
we make our way down the road of adventure for Tanisha, Lynn, Casey,
and the other girls and women in their lives. Life never stands still,
and it continues to move forward for our heroines. In this installment
you will meet Miko Yoshitomo, President of Tri-Delta, face to face for
the first time and in the Tripp-James household experience the anger
of a young butch as she fights for the love of her young life.
Some of you have said that you think that life is settling down for
Tanisha, Casey, and Lynn. See for yourselves if life ever really
"settles down."

Thank you again for joining and supporting me, and the cast of
characters, on this adventure,
Love,

Fantasy

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Laresha, Joyce and Karen had enjoyed themselves thoroughly. The
Vineyard didn't reveal much of its nature to the casual observer from
the outside. Indeed, by day the club was a small wine bar and cafι
with only a small front barroom and a sidewalk dining area open.
Starting Thursday night, and ending around 3 AM Monday morning,
however, it underwent a startling transformation. Again, this would
never be apparent to the casual observer, who would, in fact, think it
closed. The staff took the sidewalk cafι into the wine bar, stacking
small tables and chairs; cleaning and packing away plates, glasses and
silverware; packing table linens to go to the cleaners and rolling
down the large, metal front shutter. With these changes completed, the
Vineyard resembled nothing so much as a small, old-fashioned garage
with an odd sign.
The next step in its transformation involved the side door –
apparently a service entrance – becoming the main door. Low lighting
revealed spacious booths covering three walls and small tables
arranged around a central, circular, raised stage. Night blooming
jasmine plants lived in hanging planters at the dividing point between
each booth and the back wall of each booth consisted of a mural
depicting a lesbian erotic scene, painted in high, Italian Renaissance
style. Voluptuous women kissed, played, caressed and undressed, and
made love to each other from each booth. Speakers hung discreetly
above the booths at strategic points. The back wall was dedicated to
the bar, much more fully stocked than its daytime counterpart, and a
small door led to an access way one could take to reach kitchens,
restrooms, or dressing room. The establishment's owner, a striking
woman in her fifties, took pride in three things: The quality of both
her establishments; the caliber of her clientele; and her own slender
waistline and hips. Her face appeared striking – just a touch
masculine to many and she emphasized this by wearing her hair cut
short along with expensive slacks, dress shirts, and men's ties. She
could also inform a guest, with some satisfaction, that no man had
seen, or set foot in this room in twenty years. Even the Portland
Police, if they responded to the Vineyard at night (as they had only
twice in its history) sent only female officers.
She greeted guests personally, after they had shown their membership
card and vouched for up to the prescribed maximum of guests.  Kate
knew her members by name, face, and usual girlfriends. When Karen
Howard walked in, accompanied by her sister Joyce Tripp, and a lovely,
dark skinned woman the owner had not before met, she walked over with
easy grace.
"Karen," she smiled, "it's lovely to see you again. Is Byron away?"
"Permanently," Karen smiled and the two women kissed on the lips and
Kate brazenly fondled Karen's breast. She moved to Laresha.
"You've brought me a new guest," her eyes twinkled with mischief. "I'm Kate."
"Laresha" Kate kissed her on the mouth and ran her hand up and down
the black woman's side before also fondling her.
"You and I must become better acquainted," Kate told her. "You are so
very beautiful." She moved to Joyce. "Darling, you must come and see
us more often," again she kissed her guest on the lips and fondled
her. "It's a quiet evening, and the entertainment is," she indicated
the soft jazz emanating from the speakers, "regrettably canned. It's
so difficult to find good, lesbian performers with any regularity."
"My daughter plays guitar and sings, but you might find her music a
bit ... raucous ... for a club like this," Laresha opined, a bit
wistfully. "She's a Jimi Hendrix fan."
"Never let it be said that we don't appreciate good, hot blues," Kate
replied. "Perhaps you can convince her to play for us some time? Does
she know any Billie Holliday?"
"She does," the black woman beamed. "She's very good, although I must
say her version of "All Along the Watchtower" brings tears to my
eyes."
"Then you must introduce us sometime," Kate decided. She showed the
three women to a booth. "Perhaps, in a little while, you'll do me the
honor of a dance?"
"I would be delighted."  Laresha smiled again.
"I will wait with great anticipation," Kate signaled a waitress. "I
must leave you now for a bit, more guests ..." she strode off.
"Can you say "butchier than thou"?" Karen grinned at her companions.
Around the room, small groups of women sat in booths and talked,
drank, kissed and fondled each other. The waitress, a young brunette
girl in her early twenties came over to take their order. She wore her
hair in a long braid that hung down her back. All of the waitresses
wore "French maid" costumes, cut low to show off their breasts, with
very short skirts, slit up one side revealing soft thighs and often
quite a bit more. Laresha noted that the girl stood with her left side
angled slightly toward the booth, and her right leg slightly forward.
This had the effect of opening the slit in her skirt, affording a view
of white, thong panties within. All of the women gave, at least,
sidelong looks at their servers' breasts and legs; some stared quite
openly.  While it prided itself on elegance, the Vineyard also
catered, quite openly, to female lusts.
"Good evening," the girl smiled, looking each woman in the eye, and
then up and down, "I'm Danielle, and I'll be your server this evening.
May I start you ladies off with drinks?"
The three women enjoyed themselves immensely at the Vineyard, staying
until the club closed at 3 AM. The upcoming Monday was a school
holiday for both Tammy and Veronica, so neither Joyce nor Karen felt
any particular concern about the teenagers. They made a night of it,
drinking, dancing, flirting outrageously (Laresha thought) with Kate
and with their waitress. Both of these worthies made quite clear that
the attention was, in fact, quite welcome and they each had a slip
bearing Danielle's phone number in their purses when they finally
left. Their waitress made clear that she preferred older women, and
made each them, individually, promise to call her.
"No "real fun" in the establishment," she'd whispered into Laresha's
ear at one point as the dark skinned woman had slipped a hand up her
skirt while they stood close together in a corner at one point in the
evening, "or we'll get the owner in trouble. But ..." she slipped a
piece of paper into Laresha's cleavage, making certain to brush her
fingers against an erect nipple, "...call me and we will definitely go
out."
"That waitress, Danielle, was very good," opined Laresha as the three
women drove to Karen's home from the club during the wee hours.
"Very good looking," Karen agreed. "Whether she's as good out of that
uniform as she looks in it remains to be tasted, doesn't it?" The
three women laughed.
"Are you going to call her?" Joyce asked.
"Definitely," Karen grinned at her sister. "It's been years since I
had a tight, hot, wet, young pussy in my mouth. Now that Byron is out
of the picture for good, I think I have some catching up to do."
"Oh," Laresha stopped short. She'd assumed that Karen and Veronica
shared a similar relationship to the one she and Joyce enjoyed with
Tammy. "So he kept you on a pretty tight leash?"
"Just Kate, one neighbor, and Joyce," when I could get away from him,
" Karen returned. "He thinks that my desire for other women is
"unnatural"."
"So he didn't know?"
"He knows about Kate, and he guessed about the neighbor," the red
haired driver grinned wickedly. "Joyce and I have kept our little
secret for nearly thirty years now. He was always relieved when I said
I was spending time with Joyce; I guess he thought I wouldn't "get
into trouble" with my sister." All three women laughed.
"So, in thirty years," Laresha began.
"You're the first lover we've ever had in common." Joyce smiled and
reached back to stroke Laresha's hard nipples through her dress. "I
hope you don't mind." She batted her eyes at Laresha coyly.
"Oh, I don't mind at all," replied Laresha, grasping and squeezing
Joyce's hand before slipping it inside a bust dart to the skin of her
breast. "I just wasn't sure."
"When are you going to tell Veronica?"
"About her father or that her mother is really a bawdy lesbian?" Karen
asked. "She knows all about her father, but she's innocent about
sexual matters. Poor dear has her head in the clouds and goes all
silly over the boys at school." She shook her head. "I don't know
where she gets it." She pulled into the driveway. "Let's go inside
girls, I need to get raucous!" She laughed and her companions joined
in. The trio walked into the house and lost little time shedding
clothing and burying their faces between soft female thighs. Within an
hour, Laresha forgot the annoying little worry that had tickled her
mind on the way over. Pale red-headed female mouths exploring between
her legs banished all misgivings and the sight of the two flame-haired
sisters, ravenous for each other's pussies, well and truly buried it.
It was nearly 6:00 AM before the three women, exhausted, fell into a
tangled, perspiring heap of arms, legs, breasts and soaking wet,
though satisfied, vaginas in the master bed Karen had only recently
shared with her soon-to-be ex. They fell asleep, breathing in the
heavy perfume of three wet pussies.
Tammy and Veronica sat on chairs in the kitchen, staring at their
mothers. The willowy blonde held herself rigidly upright, her large
blue eyes wide and tears streaking her face. Tammy, on the other hand,
leaned forward, her green eyes flaring with teen rage. Both girls were
clad only in their underwear – Joyce had forced Tammy to dig out a
sports bra for this interrogation.
The three older women stood in front of them, their faces registering
a mix of anger, alarm, disappointment and – from Laresha – pity.
"Tammy," Joyce demanded, "what possessed you – you of all girls – to
seduce your cousin?"
"What the fuck do you mean "me of all girls?" Tammy demanded, matching
her mother. Laresha had the distinct impression that the kitchen
barely managed to contain twin four-alarm fires. "I didn't seduce her.
Veronica was begging me to have sex with her!"
"As if I'd believe that," Karen snapped. "Veronica was completely
innocent – until last night that is."
"Innocent my little white ass," Tammy laughed bitterly. "You thought
you had your great secret – the best kept secret since the atomic bomb
went off!"
"How dare you say that!" Karen demanded. Her own emerald eyes hurled
lightning bolts at the red haired teen. "I never showed Veronica
anything to do with it ... with ..."
"You mean the fact that her mother is a horny dyke?" Tammy sneered.
"You outed yourself, you deluded old crow."
"I never ..."
"Yes mother, you did," Veronica found her voice and spoke softly. "I
saw you with Ms. Carter from across the street two or three times."
"Well, we might have kissed a little ..." Karen was not prepared to
admit what her daughter clearly knew.
"No, mother," Veronica corrected her. "You were naked with her, in the
bedroom, and you had your face between her legs. You were eating her
pussy."
"How dare you speak in that fashion?" Karen demanded.
"That's what it's called, isn't it?" Veronica was beginning to
transition from shock to anger, "or would you prefer I say that you
were having cunnilingus with her and clearly enjoying every minute of
it?"
"But with your cousin ..." Karen began to falter.
"Like you with your own sister?" Tammy shot back. She turned her
smoldering gaze on Joyce, "or you with your own daughter? Like how
you've used me to turn on your girlfriends with a taste of wet, young
pussy?"
"Tammy, you take that back," Joyce's voice cracked. "You wanted to
have sex with all of those women ..."
"I wanted to have sex with Laresha," Tammy admitted, "and I wanted to
seduce Tanisha, but what I really wanted was to be loved, not just
fucked, and now I've found what I want and who!"
"What?" Joyce and Karen both let their jaws drop. Laresha could
foresee a very bad end to this. She hoped her girlfriends would run
out of ire, reconcile, but she was no fool. She couldn't afford to be
one.
"Tammy's telling the truth," Veronica interrupted softly. "She didn't
seduce me last night. I wanted to know. I wanted to know what you were
doing and why. I wanted to feel what you were feeling, Mother, and
Tammy taught me that." She paused. "Tammy taught me a lot of things
last night ..."
"I'll be she did!" Joyce interjected.
"If you interrupt one more time, Tammy and I will leave," Veronica
told her, "and we won't come back."
"How dare you ..."
"Please," Laresha held up her hands. "Joyce, Karen, I love you both
but I've raised a daughter whom I taught to think and do for herself.
I've seen this before, and we need to hear the girls out. We won't
understand anything, or settle anything, or get our own way," she
looked sharply at both ginger haired women, "by shouting at them. We
need to hear them out and if we want them to think of us as adults, we
have to act like adults." She sat back down, surprised to find that
she'd stood. "Veronica, would you please continue?"
"Tammy taught me a lot last night," Veronica picked up where she'd
left off, blinking at Laresha in surprise. "She taught me a lot about
myself, and a lot about love. She didn't fuck me, we made love. I know
it and I can feel it."
"Veronica, honey," Karen tried to cajole her, "until last night, you
were a virgin. How can you even be saying these things?"
"No, Mother," Veronica replied, emphasizing the title again, "I
wasn't. Brian fucked me last Homecoming. It wasn't love; it was
fucking and it was over in ten seconds and it hurt. He stuck his dick
in me, said "that's alright" when I said it hurt, and came in me. He
left a mess in my panties and then wouldn't talk to me at school –
ever again." She paused to catch her breath and the tears welled up in
her blue eyes. "I haven't been a virgin since then, but I didn't want
to do that again. I realized then that he might have gotten me
pregnant, and with what I know now, you'd have a miserable, pregnant,
baby dyke for a daughter who didn't understand herself or her own
feelings. Is that really what you want?"
"Of course not honey, but really," Karen tried desperately to salvage
some of her dignity, "is starting a relationship with Tammy what you
really want?"
"Yes Mother," Veronica replied, marshalling her willpower, "it is, and
Tammy is who I want. It's really too late to have this discussion,"
through her tears, she smiled at her mother, "Tammy and I aren't just
lovers, like you and Aunt Joyce. We're girlfriends. We found that out
last night. I love Tammy and she loves me."
"But you hardly see each other."
"That's going to change," Veronica told her. "Either I move here, or
Tammy moves to Portland, but we are going to be together."
"What if we say "no"?" Joyce asked, gently this time.
"Then Tammy and I will leave," Veronica reached over and took Tammy's
hand and squeezed it. "We've already discussed this. It won't be easy,
but we'll move out, and find a place together where we can be together
and we'll start our own life." Tammy's fingers moved to interlace with
her girlfriend's.
"Do you feel this way, too, Tammy?" her mother asked gently.
"Yes," Tammy said softly. "Veronica is my girlfriend and I love her.
We are going to be together."
"But honey," Joyce tried one last time, "what we've shared is so special ..."
"Not anymore Mom," Tammy corrected her. "It's not and I can see that
now. I love you, but I will never sleep with you again. Laresha and
Aunt Karen are your girlfriends. Veronica is mine and I am hers. I
hate to say it," she almost choked. "But I understand now why Tanisha
didn't want me, or us, and she was right. Now I need my own love life
too."
"What can we say?" Karen asked softly, defeated.
"We say that we love them," Laresha spoke again. "I'm new to all this
but I feel that these are my daughters as much they are yours, as much
as is Tanisha. So now we love our daughters, and let them be our
daughters. We have a lot to offer and teach these two. They need to
learn how to live in this world as lesbians. They need to learn how to
keep certain private details," she looked hard at Joyce and Karen,
"private because too many others – gay and straight alike - won't care
to understand.  We three have ourselves to love for lovers and
girlfriends." She fell silent. The five women embraced in tears.
Monday came too quickly for Tanisha, Casey, and Lynn. The alarm clock
went off at 7:00 AM with the mindless insistence of a jackhammer on
their ears. Their eyes blinked open and they slowly disentangled their
naked bodies from each other. All three still felt aroused, despite,
or perhaps because they had spent Sunday evening and night tangled in
a pile of arms, legs, lips, breasts, hands, tongues, and wet pussies.
That last condition was still true. Tanisha and Lynn woke to find
their pussies pressed tightly together, coated in their mixed juices.
Casey head had rested on Tanisha's breast, while the latter found her
hand resting on the butchy little brunette's slender ass, with one
finger still inside her anus. Lynn's right hand had come to rest,
coated in female cum, between Casey's thighs.
Tanisha's new hairstyle looked very sexy, and more mannish, at the
same time. She'd had the sides and back shaved, in a tapered fashion,
up over her ears and up to the base of her head in the back. The
shortened top, she now wore combed over, from left to right, in a
wave; while the left side tapered directly down to stop, arching just
over her ear. The effect appeared startling. Where before, her waves
of long hair had framed her face, softening her features, the shorter
style served to highlight her high, fine cheekbones and to point up
the form, as well as the depth, of her dark, almond shaped eyes. Her
delicate ears had been exposed, both to view and to her lovers'
nibbling lips and teasing tongues – a fact that had become pleasurably
clear as both her girlfriends had kissed, licked, and nibbled her
sensitive earlobes as much as the sides of her neck.
The three girls took turns in the dorm room's small shower – no time
for morning shower-play, unfortunately. Monday meant classes for all
three, work-study for Casey, a discussion with the Dorm Seniors and
Staff concerning getting Tanisha "officially" moved in with Lynn and
Casey, and finally work for Tanisha. All in all, it was to be a very
busy day.
Tanisha walked into work at the "Fruit of the Rose" at 3:00 PM with
some relief. The day had gone better than she'd hoped. It had taken
quite a bit of money, paid in advance but mercifully prorated, to pay
her residence fees and register her as her girlfriends' roommate, but
less argument and convincing than she'd feared. The Dorm seniors had
actually been agreeable – a fair number of Branson Hall's senior
female population were Tri-Delt members and were thus disposed to
sympathize with the trio's romantic situation as well as to the pledge
pin Tanisha now wore – while the University Staff had been more
concerned with fees than anything else.
She walked in, smiled at the familiar "Do what thou wilt ..." of the
door sensor, and returned the appropriate greeting before waving and
smiling to Claire. The latter was on the phone at the time and Tanisha
got to work quickly. Several stock orders had arrived and merchandise
required checking off against manifests, pricing, coding into the SKU
system, and stocking on the shelves.
Fortunately, Mondays were slow days in the shop and Tanisha was able
to complete her tasks, interrupted only by a single request for a card
reading. Several female customers, who'd been in on Saturday, inquired
after Casey pleasantly, and Tanisha noted – with some smug
satisfaction – how many of the women found her slightly built,
brunette girlfriend attractive. Most adopted a circumspect approach,
expressing their pleasure at finding out that she was Tanisha's
girlfriend. A few made frankly appraising comments as to Casey's sexy,
butch vibe, and smiled knowingly when Tanisha informed them of her
relationship with the butch girl.
At the end of the day, after locking up, Claire approached her,
smiling, and bearing a package in a paper bag.
"I see that you found my little gifts," the older woman ventured. "I'd
hoped you would show that delicious little girlfriend of yours our
back room." She proffered the bag and its contents. "You left this
behind, and I thought perhaps that you didn't realize that it is for
you. I took the liberty of cleaning it off." Her eyes held a warmth
that Tanisha had seen reserved for "certain" customers.
"Yes," Tanisha smiled back. Claire's sexual advances were nothing if
not transparent. "We enjoyed the wine, the back room, and your gift
very much. We weren't certain, though, if it was a gift or something
you wanted returned; so we left it for you."
"It is a gift," Claire smiled again, "and I'm very pleased that you
enjoyed it. I have a small confession to make, and I hope you'll
satisfy my curiosity and not be offended."
"Oh?"
"I must also confess to feeling titillated and aroused by the thought
of two lovely young women having sex in my temple space." Claire's
voice held somewhat more than her usual, detached warmth. "I must
confess to you that I first used my lips and tongue to clean it off,
before taking it to the sink. The scent and taste were so tempting
that I succumbed."
"I see," Tanisha simply looked at her. Claire had been trying to get
into Tanisha's panties almost from the day she'd started work. The
older woman's desire for the beautiful, young black woman had always
been plainly apparent to the latter.
"Yes," Claire continued. "I'm afraid I simply could not help myself. I
was wondering ..." her voice trailed off.
"Yes?"
"This sounds so gauche, " Claire faltered even as she continued, "but
I am curious as to whose pussy I tasted on the shaft? And on the
back-piece? I'm sorry if this makes you uncomfortable, but I have been
having dreams all weekend ..."
"It does make me a little uncomfortable, Claire," Tanisha replied
readily. "But I'm used to this from you by now. I would like you to
understand that I think that mixing my private life with my job, in
any way more than I already have, would be a very bad idea for our
working relationship."
"I understand how you feel," Claire nodded, clearly disappointed. "I
expected you to say that. However ..."
"You've had a taste of some sexy, younger pussy and you're driven to
know all about it."
"Yes," Claire answered. "I'm afraid that I have a very active imagination and ..."
"So long as you please stop hitting on me, and don't try to seduce
Casey, I'll tell you that much," Tanisha offered a bargain. "I want to
keep my job, and I want Casey able to visit me at work now and again,
and to feel safe in both."
"I completely understand," Claire promised. "Please do forgive a horny
old woman's intrusion ..."
"It's forgiven," Tanisha smiled again. "I wore the strap-on, and
fucked Casey with it. So, the pussy you tasted on the shaft was hers.
The juices on the back were mine."
"Thank you," the older woman's eyes twinkled with lustful secret
imaginings. For a moment Tanisha wondered at the wisdom of gratifying
Claire's lust even this far.
"Just so we understand each other," Tanisha reiterated. "You're my
employer, not my lover, and I think it best we keep things that way."
"Yes, I understand," Claire answered. "You're far too valuable to me.
At the risk of further imposition, I would like you to view the start
of another piece I'm having painted for the back room."
"I'd be delighted," Tanisha told her, somewhat relieved, although
being alone in the back room meant that she would very much need to
take Claire at her word. She turned and followed her employer back
into the sanctum.
"There it is," Claire indicated a canvass, set on an easel and
surrounded by drop cloths that protected the carpeted floor. "It's
only an initial sketch, but even so I think it's lovely."
Tanisha examined the project. Thus far, the figures and background
consisted of sketching, as her employer had indicated. Indications of
trees and shrubs meant that the scene would have an outdoor setting –
as did all of the other paintings in the room. Two slender, obviously
young, female forms dominated the middle ground. One stood with her
legs spread just past shoulder width, holding aloft an object that
Tanisha guessed would become a jeweled chalice. Before her knelt the
second figure, one hand supporting her-self on the ground, while the
other rested on the standing figure's hip. Tanisha smiled inwardly,
obviously the kneeling girl was caressing her counterpart's ass. The
kneeling figure held her face turned upward, between the standing
girl's thighs, either kissing or licking the chalice bearer's pussy. A
ropy object – obviously a serpent – twined itself around the torso of
the kneeling girl. Tanisha knew this theme well, although the roles,
in this depiction, were reversed. The painting's twin, depicting Eve's
sexual submission to Lilith, already adorned a position on the wall.
"What is it going to be called," Tanisha asked.
"Sarah Triumphant," Claire told her proudly. "The Queen of Heaven and
Hell worships and does homage at the gates of the Graal Maid's Temple.
Thus continues the true Line of the Holy Graal, even as it began with
Sarah's ancestors." Tanisha, after two years in the shop, was
well-versed with much more graphic interpretations of mythology that
Claire espoused. Lilith, having subverted the archangels Sammael and
Michael, returned to Eden, turning her desires upon Eve, who had
meekly submitted, tasting Lilith's "Fruit of Knowledge" – her pussy.
She had shared this knowledge with Adam afterward, but the "inner
mysteries" that Claire spoke of so fondly insisted that the true
"virgin conception" had, in fact, come first of Lilith with Eve,
begetting the first Nephilim Cain, founding a line of "giants and
mighty men of valor."
"I'll be interested to see the finished painting," Tanisha told
Claire, "It looks lovely." It's also erotic as hell, you old cougar,
she added silently. "Will both girls be red-haired?"
"No," Claire warmed to her subject. "Sarah will be blonde, with red
ends to her hair. Only by accepting Lilith's obeisance does she become
truly scarlet." This was a concept that Claire got from Crowley, the
magical power of the "scarlet bride," which also implied great occult
power inherent in black women who were "burnt by the sun" as was the
Nephilim Seth-Azazel, later a god of Egypt and slayer of Osiris in
another, enormously popular, myth. Indeed, the figure of La Madonna
Negra – The Black Virgin - held as much power as did that of the
Magdalene, herself, and her daughter depicted here. Tanisha smiled at
a sudden thought, the interest Casey had shown. In an "all girl order"
as the butchy little brunette had wished, Tanisha would assume the
role of a "high priestess," simply by virtue of her own dark-skinned
beauty. The idea of numerous young lesbians "worshiping at her temple
gates" almost made the young, black woman giggle. Too bad Shannon
wasn't black, or a red-head. She'd have loved the idea.
"I have to get home," Tanisha took her leave. "Casey is expecting me
and we have a big day tomorrow."
"I'll see you tomorrow evening then?" Claire asked.
"Of course," Tanisha smiled. "See you at work tomorrow." She let
herself out the back door.
Tuesday proved a tense morning for the three girls. Lynn had laid out
clothes for Tanisha to wear. A soft, gray blouse and no bra that
displayed quite a bit of Tanisha's breasts, topped a short, black,
jean skirt. The Tri-Delta pledge pin took a prominent place on the
blouse collar. Black, lacy, and very sheer thong panties went under
the skirt and Lynn had insisted that she wear no socks and no
panty-hose, but rather helped to shave her legs and pussy hair,
reducing the latter to a small, neatly trimmed tuft above a completely
bare mons.
"I'll catch a cold down there," Tanisha grinned as Lynn, unable to
resist, had added a few "finishing" licks and sucks on her clit. The
three girls had also held a lengthy conference, the night before.
"Miko is going to want you," Casey had opined, "no two ways about it."
"This is a good thing, I hope?" Tanisha had arched an eyebrow.
"Well, yes," Lynn had put in. "Miko finding you hot is going to be a
good way to get you pledged. Casey and I have already spoken to her
about your pledge fee and dues and I think that the money matter is
settled." She paused. "I'm not really thrilled about this part," she
admitted, "but I think that if Miko comes on to you, then you should
sleep with her – just this once."
"What aren't you thrilled about?"
"The idea of you and Miko in bed together," Lynn said frankly. "I hate
to admit it, but I'm a little possessive of you and just a bit
jealous."
"Even though you slept with Miko."
"Yes," Lynn admitted, "and that was only the one time. Miko doesn't
get attached the way we have. I don't know the whole story, but I
think she sleeps around with a lot of girls to get back at her family
for something." She shrugged. "Miko's a complex woman, and a smart
cookie. She'll see that you're a find for Tri-Delt, but she's also
going to want your pussy. You make that decision, but please don't
come back all starry eyed, and want to add her to "us"?"  Lynn's voice
sounded somewhat plaintive, and her blue eyes looked searchingly into
Tanisha's brown pools. "I like "us" the way we are."
"So do I," Tanisha and Casey said together.
"Jinx," smiled Casey.
"Buy you a drink?" Tanisha asked her.
"Please," the little brunette grinned. "I'm with Lynn on this. Go to
the interview, get past Miko – through her panties if you have to –
and come home to us with the good news."
"I see," Tanisha looked both of girlfriends in the eyes.
"You wanted us to be real," Casey added earnestly. "We're real, now we
want to stay real. Don't get your heart broken falling for Miko."
Tanisha thought about this conference all through her two Tuesday
classes. It preoccupied her mind during Calculus in the morning, and
during English Lit in the afternoon. Lynn's presence behind her felt
reassuring, but the black girl had butterflies in her stomach that
only became more agitated as the clock crawled onward. When English
Lit was finally dismissed, Lynn took her hand and smiled.
"I'll walk you to the Sorority House," she said.
"Yes, please," Tanisha had never felt so unsure of herself and Lynn's
fingers, twined with her own, felt solid and comforting. "Where is she
going to see me?"
"In her room," Lynn answered, a bit flatly.
"You mean ..."
"Yes," Lynn affirmed. "In Tri-Delt house, the President's bedroom is
also her office. It's really the same with most frats and sororities.
You'll be in Miko's bedroom with the door closed. That's one reason
Casey and I are pretty sure she's going to want to fuck you."
"I don't know about that," Tanisha ventured hopefully. "Shannon is
pretty femmy, and so is that girl in whose room we saw Miko bending
over."
"I think she meant us – particularly you – to see her that way," Lynn
said quietly. "She's had me, I'm old news, and she's never wanted
Casey. So, she wanted to show you something."
"Why doesn't she want Casey?" Tanisha asked, puzzled. Casey was as
pretty as she was boyish, and as sexually avid as both the previous.
"She doesn't go for boys or "boys"," Lynn said quietly, "and Casey is
definitely a "boy." You're butch as all hell, but it mainly shows in
bed. Casey wears her butchiness on her sleeve."
"Maybe we should go back and dress me like a "boy" then," Tanisha offered.
"No," Lynn said. "Just be honest. Neither Casey, nor I, will hold
fucking Miko against you so long as it's just once. Please, just come
back to us?" She kissed Tanisha long and hard on the front steps of
Tri-Delta Sorority House. The black girl looked long and deeply into
her girlfriend's eyes before she turned and walked up to the door.
Lynn watched her walk in, then turned and hurried away, so nobody
would see her tears. Miko would not have that satisfaction from her.
Inside, Tanisha walked through a small foyer into what had been the
living room, when the house had been a family home. Now it served as a
common room and reception area. A pretty blonde smiled at her from a
couch situated against the back wall.
"Hi, I'm Deb," she offered. "Are you the girl Casey and Lynn are
sponsoring in?"
"Yes, that's me," a smile. "I'm Tanisha James." The blonde girl shook
her hand firmly and then directed her.
"Our President is waiting for you upstairs," she instructed. "Go up
the steps, her door is third on the right side of the hallway."
"Just go up?"
"Yes, just go up," Deb smiled back at her. "Formality is for
functions. We're all sisters here, so we just talk to each other.
Don't let Miko intimidate you," her eyes laughed. "She's really just a
little softy. The "tough" is an act."
"Thanks, I'll remember that," and it won't help a bit, either, Tanisha
thought as she walked up the staircase. The third door on the right
stood open, but Tanisha knocked anyway. The diminutive asian girl,
seated at the desk smiled.
"Please, come in and have a seat," she indicated a chair across from
her. "Close the door behind you, please."
The room sported an odd combination of Eastern and Western dιcor.
Delicately painted paper screens covered two walls, while a third
sported hardwood bookcases filled with various volumes. A low,
Japanese – styled bed lay next to the screen that covered the back
wall. A small delicate vase, painted with water lilies, decorated the
otherwise severely functional wooden desk that seemed to physically
dwarf the delicate girl behind it. To call Miko Yoshitomo beautiful
would be to drastically understate. Her features were exquisite, fine
yet soft, with long, straight black hair that framed and pointed up,
rather than hiding, bright, almond shaped eyes. Her complexion seemed
to glow with that cream-and-light -nutmeg hue so peculiar to Japanese
beauty. She wore a thin, white silk blouse tailored to fit her form
closely. This accented the swell of her delicate but very-present
breasts.
"We Japanese are thought of as extremely formal people," Miko
continued, "but Tri-Delta doesn't stand on ceremony in situations such
as this. May I offer you some tea and something to eat? It's lunchtime
and you must be famished."
"Thank you," Tanisha smiled cautiously as she took the offered chair.
Miko poured tea into a small, handle-less cup before her, and then
placed two crab-rolls onto a small, delicately painted plate with deft
chopsticks.
"I'm sorry," Tanisha felt huge and clumsy. "I've never used those before ..."
"It's alright," Miko laughed and her small voice sounded like a little
bell. "I meant to put you at your ease, not subject you to the
formality of a cha-noh-yu. Please, don't be embarrassed to use your
fingers. This," she twirled the chopsticks effortlessly, "comes with
long practice and patience."
Tanisha, still feeling rather like a giant in Lilliput, picked up the
tea cup, with both hands, emulating Miko.
"To your good health," the Japanese girl smiled and sipped delicately
at her tea.
Tanisha followed suit. The tea was tasty, unsweetened, and just hot
enough to be pleasant without scalding lips or tongue.
"Please," Miko urged gently, "try a crab roll. They are excellent."
Tanisha picked up a seaweed wrapped combination of rice and crab meat
and tasted it gingerly. The flavor was delicate. The seaweed tasted
salty and slightly bitter, the rice bland, and the crab meat very
moist and sweet.
"We don't stand on ceremony here," Miko repeated, "so, we'll speak
while we eat, if you'll excuse my lack of grace."
"Uh, that's fine, sure." Lack of grace? Miko conducted this interview
as though directing a ballet. Nothing about this girl seemed
"ungraceful."
"The main requirements for membership in Delta Delta Delta," the
Japanese girl continued, using the sorority's official name, "are that
you be an out and confirmed lesbian; that you maintain a minimum 3.0
grade point average, and that you submit to initiation, pay your fees,
and keep faith with your sorority sisters." She paused to smile at
Tanisha. "The first requirement, I think, is settled by your very
committed relationship with your two sponsors, Lynn Sulis and Casey
Jones, both members in good standing, who have spoken eloquently – and
at length – on your behalf." Miko pursed her lips. "If I may be blunt
– again forgive my lack of grace – Lynn has always needed a girlfriend
who will love her the way she loves. You are clearly that girlfriend,
and I've never seen her this happy since she first pledged to
Tri-Delta. I must confess to wondering, however, how on earth you
managed to rope and rein-in that tom-cat girlfriend of yours, Casey. "
She continued: "However, both members Sulis and Jones attest to your
lesbianism, your relationship, and to the fact that you are openly
gay."
"Casey is a "tom-cat?"" Tanisha wondered.
"You've seen my "girlfriend," Shannon, I think?" Miko smiled.
"Yes," Tanisha nodded.
"Three weeks ago, Casey was as loose, as promiscuous, as is Shannon.
True, she and Lynn tended to share her exploits, but trust me when I
say that the change in Casey Jones is almost shocking." Miko looked at
her levelly. "I hope I do not offend, but I am speaking frankly. Casey
Jones has matured more in the weeks she's been your shared girlfriend
than in the two years I've known her previously." She smiled. "You are
something of a magician, it would seem to me."
"I see, thanks, I think," Tanisha managed. She schooled a retort from
her lips. She was here to pass inspection by, not judgment on, Miko
Yoshitomo.
"The second requirement is easily satisfied," Miko continued,
transitioning smoothly as though discussing a book she was reading,
"your GPA is 4.0 with honors classes. Maintain that standard and you
will prove an enormous asset to our standing in the Greek community."
"For the final requirement," Miko looked Tanisha square in the eyes,
"are you prepared to pass our initiation and swear your loyalty to our
little sisterhood?"
"Yes, I am," for once a question, without barbs, that Tanisha could
simply answer.
"Excellent," Miko smiled. "Your sponsors have spoken eloquently on
your behalf in the matter of fees and dues as well. I understand that
you are almost completely self-supporting here at the University?"
"I make my own way," Tanisha answered. "Yes."
"Some of our more affluent sisters might profit from your example,"
Miko told her. "Tri-Delta is not merely for women of wealthy
backgrounds, unlike some of our sister sororities. It is mainly
created and intended for those who make their own way in this world.
After all," she smiled, "no true Lesbian will ever have a husband to
keep her." The distaste in her voice bordered on bitterness and
Tanisha wondered what might have befallen the sorority President, in
her own life.  "I think that satisfies the formal interview," Miko
continued brightly, "now, I would like to ask an indulgence of you."
"Here it comes," Tanisha thought.
"Yes?" She answered. "What can I do for you?"
"I would like you to stand up, push the chair back, and take a seat on
the edge of my desk," Miko told her, rising to walk around the desk to
stand in front of her as Tanisha complied. Tanisha noticed nervously
that Miko's hips flared delicately under her skirt. "Please, uncross
your legs, in fact, spread them." The Japanese girl's voice hadn't
changed its bright tone at all. Tanisha did as she was asked.
"Yes, that is lovely," Miko's voice became softer. "Would you pull
that skirt up around your hips please?"
"Like this?" Tanisha hiked her skirt up over her round hips,
completely exposing her crotch, clad in the sheer, lacy thong that
left nothing to the imagination.
"Yes, exactly like that," Miko positively purred. "I want to see your
pussy." She stepped closer. "I've never seen a black woman's pussy in
person before. You are incredibly beautiful," she breathed. She
reached out and began to stroke Tanisha's pussy through the sheer lace
of her panty crotch. The black girl leaned her head back and moaned.
Miko's hands went next to the buttons of Tanisha's blouse. "I want to
see your breasts," she purred again and began to unbutton the garment.
Tanisha could smell the Japanese girl's delicate, flower-scented
perfume along with a second scent that had nothing to do with crab
rolls or tea. Miko's pussy was wet; and getting wetter, as her rising
musk attested. Breathing in this delicate combination of scents, as
well as the sensation of the nimble hands on her chest and the
feminine hips pressing into her own had a powerful effect on the black
girl. Her own juices had already soaked the crotch of her panties. Her
nipples ached, and stood out hard from her breasts as Miko swept her
blouse back over her shoulders and down her arms. Tanisha slipped her
arms free of the sleeves and sat, topless, on the desk as the Japanese
girl's fingers moved to caress her breasts, bringing to her nipples
some of the attention they craved. Tanisha's own fingers busily undid
Miko's tie-tab and then the buttons on her blouse. The white blouse
fell away to reveal small, firm breasts housed in a sheer bra that did
nothing to hide the delicate nipples pressing hard against it. Miko
was physically tiny, compared even with Casey's slight frame, and her
breasts appeared correspondingly smaller, although she was by no means
"flat," as many westerners would assume. Tanisha lost little time
freeing them. Miko's breast curved gracefully upward, hard, delicate
little nipples begging for attention.
"Oh, please," the Japanese girl leaned forward. Her lips encircled
Tanisha's left nipple as her left hand found, and stroked, Tanisha's
pussy through the soaking wet, sheer fabric of her panties. The black
girl's hands seemed to move of their own accord. First she caressed
and teasingly pinched Miko's breasts and nipples, drawing moans of
pleasure from the girl suckling, nibbling, and licking her nipple.
Then Tanisha's questing fingers roamed downward, caressing the gentle
swell of the Japanese girl's hips, sliding backward to unfasten her
skirt, allowing the black girl access to the exquisite, tiny but round
ass she'd seen in the doorway of another girl's room in Branson Hall.
Brown hands cupped perfectly formed ass cheeks and Miko groaned more
loudly as Tanisha caressed her ass.
"Your breasts are so soft and firm," mumbled Miko as she tongued her
way to the right nipple, which had begun to ache more and more as she
sucked the left. Miko's hands continued to caress Tanisha's breasts,
even as the black girl slid her panties down over her hips, allowing
them to fall to the floor.
"Oh yes, please, yes" Miko sighed as Tanisha's fingers began to
explore the soaking wet pussy thus released from it silky prison.
Miko's arousal had gone well beyond her crotch, and juices coated her
inner thighs as Tanisha's fingers explored her from behind. With an
almost strangely loud groan, Miko's face dropped from between
Tanisha's breasts to a point level with her panty crotch. It was the
black girl's turn to groan as the dainty little tongue caressed her
pussy through the thin material, followed by fine lips sucking at her.
She shifted her hips forward.
"Yes, please, oh please," Miko almost whined. "I must have your pussy.
Please let me take off your panties."
Tanisha stood, shakily, and allowed her hostess to slide the now
completely soaked panties from her hips. Miko tugged at her hands,
begging her with her eyes. Taking one shaky step at a time, Tanisha
lay back on the low bed and spread her legs. Miko knelt between the
supple, brown thighs, exclaiming softly in words Tanisha couldn't
understand. She bent forward, licking delicately around the black
girl's outer lips and then plunged her tongue into Tanisha's pussy.
All pretenses of delicacy, and restraint vanished as Miko greedily
licked Tanisha's vaginal opening and sucked and tongued her clit.
Tanisha pumped her hips, thrusting her pussy hard against the small
lips and tongue that seemed fastened to her sex. Miko groaned her own
excitement as the black girl neared and then plunged into orgasm.
Tanisha reached out, took hold of Miko's hair, and all but mashed the
pretty asian girl's mouth against her pussy as she climaxed.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" seemed one long
exhalation, though in reality Tanisha was forced to gasp several times
for breath. Her arms seemed to lose strength, although Miko kept her
mouth firmly on the black girl's pussy, drinking in her climax as her
tongue encouraged her juices. Tanisha thrashed, feebly kicking her
legs as powerful hip thrusts took up all her strength. Through it,
Miko's lips clung to her pussy as desperate fingers to a life ring. As
the waves of ecstasy finally receded and Tanisha's eyes regained
focus, she looked up to see the Japanese girl's face, shiny with her
cum, hovering above her. Tanisha reached up, drew her  down, and
kissed her deeply; tasting her own musk on Miko's breath.
Miko savored the kiss, then rolled off Tanisha to the side and lay on
her back with legs spread. The black girl levered herself up on one
arm, then knelt between the Japanese girl's creamy thighs looking down
at her. Miko gazed up expectantly. Tanisha bent forward to take a
delicate nipple into her mouth. Miko moaned and squirmed as her lips
and tongue teased first one nipple, then the other. Tanisha then
tongued her way down the smaller girl's chest and tummy to where her
pussy waited, sopping wet with excitement. Taking her time, Tanisha
licked all around Miko's delicate pussy lips and teased her tiny clit
with her tongue before licking down her clit to enter her with a
hungry tongue. Almost instantly, the Japanese girl began to buck,
thrusting her pussy against the broad tongue that fucked her, darting
and sliding in and out.
"Oh, yes, please ..." she managed to gasp before reverting to her native
Japanese, all but incomprehensible to the American girl. Tanisha
managed to make out "dozo" and "domo" – "please" and "thank you" – at
intervals as she settled her lips and tongue over the tiny, delicate
clit beneath her. She slid a finger inside Miko and began to pump it
in and out of the Japanese girl's almost impossibly tight pussy as she
continued to pleasure her sorority President. Miko entered the throes
of a violent climax within minutes, flailing her legs as Tanisha had
done not long before. In response, Tanisha backed off and raised one
of the Japanese girl's legs over her shoulder. Miko's eyes went wide
as the black thrust their pussies together and began to fuck her with
long thrusts from her powerful hips. The muscles in her athletically
rounded, broad ass bunched and flowed as she drove their pussies
together. Miko's fingers bunched into claws gripping her bedclothes as
she thrust her smaller hips up to meet the warm, wet onslaught. Within
ten minutes, a second powerful climax tore through her small body, as
similar spasms wracked Tanisha. The two girls ground their pussies
together seeking the pleasure between each others' thighs. The
sensations of wet heat on wet heat drove them, as did the pressure of
pussy on pussy. Juices ran down their legs freely as climaxes wracked
their bodies. The heady scent of feminine musk became nearly
overpowering in the small room. Finally, their passion spent, they
collapsed in a heavily breathing heap on the bed. Tanisha held the
delicate Asian girl close, and was surprised to find tears running
down her face.
"What's the matter, Miko?" she asked gently.
"If I'd met you three years ago, instead of Shannon," Miko sobbed, "I
could have loved you. But you belong to two others, and I am ruined
for love."
"Nobody is ever ruined for love," Tanisha insisted, "but you're right.
I love Lynn and Casey and I am theirs."
"You are theirs and you will go back to them," the Asian girl said
bitterly. "If I'd met you three years ago, I could have been happy.
Now, I just want sex with different girls."
"Why are you beating yourself up like this?" Tanisha wanted to know.
"Didn't you enjoy it?"
"I loved it," Miko informed her. "This was the best sexual experience
I've ever had. But I can't expect you to understand. You're not
Japanese." She smiled through her tears. "If you were Japanese, I
probably wouldn't have been so attracted to you."
"I can listen," Tanisha replied. "Try me, and I'll try to understand."
"Very well," Miko nodded. "In Japan, "face" means a great deal. It's
more than prestige, it is a very personal and familial force in our
lives. When my father sent me to this school, he had never told me
that I was already engaged to young man in Tokyo. That I had been
engaged to him almost since birth."
"I've studied arranged marriages in class," Tanisha nodded.
"In Japan, we have a terrible "Madonna-whore complex," culturally,"
Miko went on. "The men fetishize young, innocent girls, yet desire
accomplished and refined bedmates above all else."
"I thought that Japan was more tolerant of gay people?" Tanisha asked.
"We are," Miko told her, "so long as either your family is nobody or
you're willing and able to be dutiful to an opposite sex spouse, and
find your love and pleasure discreetly on the side. This is where the
"willow world" of the old Geisha came from. Geisha were not
prostitutes in the Western sense; they were highly accomplished
mistresses who were kept by wealthy aristocrats – both men and women."
"Alright ... I think I follow so far."
"When I came here, almost from the start, I was captivated by the
beauty of the women around me. I had never seen such free and sensual
expression in the private highschool I attended. But it was not the
boys who attracted my eyes. It was the young women. It was the curvy,
sexually free and aggressive American women who fascinated me. One of
my professors, a lesbian herself, suggested that I try meeting a girl,
and try dating her. I thought "It can't hurt. It's only
experimentation."" Miko wiped at her eyes. "But it wasn't
experimentation. For me, it was revelation. I lost my virginity to
Shannon within a week of asking her out."
"I meant to ask why you let her sleep around like she does."
"She's always slept around. She introduced me to other girls and I
enjoyed sleeping with them as well. Sometimes we shared lovers,
sometimes we simply went to bed with other girls. For a girl like me,
this sort of freedom of experience is like a drug. It is heady and it
is addicting." Miko continued: "Then, last year, my father brought
half my world down in ruins. He announced, at a family dinner, that we
were all to return to Tokyo and that I would finish my education
there, after I married Mitsuo Nishizawa. This was a serious matter.
The Nishizawas are an ancient family. Their history is studded with
Japanese heroes and in the post-war industrialization of Japan, they
shrewdly recovered the fortunes lost when the Samurai were
disenfranchised. I was devastated. Not only could I not stand the
thought of losing Shannon, but also my freedom. To submit to a
Japanese husband meant that my days as a free lesbian would end. I
absolutely refused. For three days my father tried to make me see his
reason. For three days I remonstrated with him. I brought Shannon over
to meet him. This was a horrible mistake. Had Shannon been Japanese,
or even Chinese, he likely would have accepted her. But that I loved a
loose, American girl was a terrible blow. He did not speak for two
days afterward. When he did, he told me that he had thought long and
hard about this problem. He had decided how best to proceed. The
family would, indeed, return to Japan, but I would not be with them. I
would remain here, finish my degree, and find suitable employment to
support myself. He would continue to support me until my degree was
completed. He would speak to Mr. Nishizawa in Tokyo and ask him to
excuse me from marriage to his son. He would explain that I had become
too Americanized to make a suitably proper wife for a Japanese
Gentleman. We have not spoken since."
"You're right," Tanisha said, "I need help to understand. Wasn't that
the kindest thing he could do?"
"Yes, in fact, it was," Miko told her, "but it was also cruel in its
way and carries its own punishment. I am no longer esteemed as a
family member, but rather tolerated as a rebellious teen or a mentally
ill relative. You must also understand the Japanese view of other
nations. To my father, Shannon is loose and uncultured. She is little
better than a barbarian. She would be so even were we monogamous – and
we are not. To Japanese men, Western women are considered whores – and
fetishized as such. That is why the treatment of Western women on
public transport is so very poor. They are simply "uncultured whores"
to be groped and prodded unless they have male protectors. Now, in my
family's eyes, and in the eyes of the Nishazawas – in polite Japanese
society you might as well say – I am no better." She sniffed bitterly.
"I might as well enjoy my "Americanized whoring," don't you think?"
"I don't know what to say, Miko," Tanisha began.
"Please, I know you want to comfort me, to tell me that I can make
life different for myself and this is so, but this is also my burden,
and my wound to bear. Please," this last very softly. "I know you will
never be my lover, Tanisha, but if you have even the smallest respect
or feeling of warmth for me, please keep my confidence. Only you, and
Shannon know of this."
"I'll keep your confidence, Miko," Tanisha told her gently, "and
you're right, we won't be lovers, but I'd like to be friends, if
that's ok."
"I would like that very much," Miko smiled sadly at her. "I will
treasure a good friend. Do not worry about your fees and tell Casey
and Lynn not to worry either. I will pay them myself."
"Miko, I can't ask ..."
"You didn't," Miko replied. "I have done it. You have offered me a
greater gift than your sex, even many times over. Such a gift must be
met equally. You are a Tri-Delta, Tanisha. Congratulations." Tanisha
and Miko hugged tightly. They held each other for long minutes before
rising to dress. Miko smiled and kissed Tanisha pertly on the lips.
The black girl returned the kiss and then turned to leave.
"We'll hold your formal induction Thursday evening," Miko smiled as
she dressed. "That way you have plenty of time to get a good start for
your trip to Portland."
"How did you know about our trip?"
"Darling, Miko's smile did not waver. "It's my business to know some
things. I have to be here for all of our sisters, you included."
Tanisha waved slowly and took her leave from her Sorority President's
room. As she crossed the common room, on her way to the foyer, the
blonde girl who'd acted as her "receptionist" ran up and hugged and
kissed her lightly on the lips. Tanisha, surprised, returned the kiss.
"Welcome to the club," Deb congratulated her. "I'll see you again soon."
Tanisha simply smiled and nodded. Then she turned and walked out of
Tri-Delta House, back to Branson Hall, where her girlfriends awaited
her.