A Girl's Story Chapter 22
When it came to finding an appropriate dress for the cancer fundraiser gala my friends enjoyed the process far more than I did. I really did get to go to this event, and yes Princess Diana was there and yes, it was one of the highpoints of my life, right up with meeting Lisa, the love of my life, and (after many years) marrying her. I have always been a tomboy, bordering on being butch, but toward the end I really got excited about the dress we finally found. I was very fortunate to have friends who stuck with me, despite all my complaining. It was at the end of our second year in college that we found our first home together and it was at this time I also got my first motorcycle. It was pretty exciting.
Part 22, Our Heroine Finally Finds a Dress, an Apartment, and a Motorcycle.
Lisa and I had begun our search for an apartment, and that search was going frustratingly slowly. Apartments close to campus were managed by real-estate companies and they wanted the entire year's rent all at once. On top of that most of them were pretty dumpy and there was a real chance we would need to share it with several other people; people who get as loud as we do during sex need their privacy. We were sitting at the bar in the Mersey Ferry, eating pizza and downing Diet Coke (it had become my go-to warm weather drink). Donna, one of the co-owners (the not-butch one) was listening to us as she filled out some sort of business-related paperwork.
"You girls striking out finding a place?"
I was glum, "Yeah, lots of places won't rent to students, even if we have jobs." I was doing some electrical work, and that would pick up in the summer, and Lisa was working part time at a dance studio. "And the places that will rent to students are really expensive for what you get."
Donna was thoughtful, "How flexible are you girls with where the apartment is located?"
Lisa stifled a burp (soda makes her burp almost as loud as my brother), "We would like to be within bicycling distance of both campuses, or at least close to a bus route; parking on campus is stupid expensive."
Donna nodded, "Let me make a call, I think I can help you out."
We looked at each other, Lisa grabbing my thigh. We were really tired of looking for an apartment and the thought that our friend Donna could help us made us hopeful.
Donna came back, "Hang out here for a bit, I have someone coming over you should talk to."
A short while later we saw a woman come in to the bar. We had seen her around, I thought she looked like a slightly older version of Allison and we knew she was, for all practical purposes, married to a very nice, and quite round, woman named Emmie.
Donna made the introduction, "Reena here owns several buildings around town, she's a smart one, finance wise. Anyway, she has a place coming open and, since she knows you girls, she would be open to renting it to you."
Reena reminded me a lot of Mrs. Graff, she was very dignified and she had the air of someone who did not suffer fools gladly. "Here's what I have girls; there is a one-bedroom apartment coming open in one of my buildings. The building is almost 100 years old and it's an old bank; the apartment was actually part of the bank president's office. It's on the second floor along with another apartment and," here she paused for a minute, "A head shop." Downstairs there is a flower shop and a small jewelry store. The current tenants, a nice couple, are expecting a baby and they are moving to a bigger place. I'll be having some work done on the place but it would be available by the end of May. Would you girls like to see it?"
We both nodded enthusiastically and Reena smiled, "I like helping out our community and since Donna vouches for you girls that's good enough for me."
It was a few days later that Reena called me about seeing the place. I knew the building, the head shop also sold used CD's and albums and I had had spent a fair amount of money there during my college years. It was a short bike ride for me, a little longer for Lisa, and we were waiting for her in front of the flower shop. Lisa loved flowers and I could see me bringing her some after her performances in a romantic gesture. Reena unlocked the door and we went up the front stairs; there was a separate stairway for the head shop and there was a back stairway as well. The apartment was bigger than most of the student-oriented ones we had seen. Reena explained that a new stove was getting put in, that got my attention, as well as a dishwasher. The apartment had beautiful old wood floors and a nice combination TV room and eating area; there was also a small gas fireplace in the front room that must have been a perk of the bank president. The bedroom was bigger than anything we had seen in our looking around; big enough, Lisa commented, for at least a queen size bed. There was a shower that looked big enough for two, though we did not test that. In back there was a porch that was shared with the shop and the other apartment. The owners of the head shop had put in a dumbwaiter sort of apparatus for bringing up things for the store and Reena said we could use it for furniture too. The porch looked over a parking lot, we would get two spots, and the old Illinois Central tracks (now owned by the Southern Pacific). Reena said the train noise could be bothersome but I assured her it wouldn't bother me. We went down the back stairs and she showed up the entrance to the old basement, it was where the coal storage had been. The ceiling was pretty low, I had to bend down a little, but I knew I could store a motorcycle in there (if I could ever find one).
"You girls interested?"
We both said "Yes!" at the same time.
"Excellent. I'll get the papers prepared and let you know when to come by my office. I hope you'll invite me and Emmie over, I have heard many stories about your culinary skills."
I called Mom and Dad to tell them the news. They knew how much this meant to me and Lisa and they were happy for us. They were also eager, I think, to foist off old furniture on us. I realized that between my parents, Lisa's folks, and Rob we might well become the dumping ground for all sorts of outdated home furnishings. I called Granddad as well because I wanted to ask him if I could have one piece of furniture from him. He still had the old rocking chair that had been a favorite of my grandmother. I had never known her but I had heard about how she would rock Dad and his sisters in that chair, as well as Rob when he was a baby. I told him I wanted to be able to sit in it and listen to baseball games on the radio; I could tell he was choked up and he told me it was mine whenever I wanted to come and get it.
Lisa didn't have a performance that weekend so I checked with Clarissa to see about using a spare bedroom. She was very excited to have us over, Holly would be spending the weekend too and she announced that after breakfast on Saturday we would do some serious dress shopping. I groaned inwardly at that; I hate shopping for anything that doesn't plug into the wall.
We all went for fried chicken, there was a local place that was really good, but I was careful not to get too full. Lisa and I hadn't fucked in two weeks and we were ready to totally ravish each other. We assured Clarissa and Holly that we were up for an orgy Saturday night, but tonight we wanted some alone time. As we made our way down the hall I managed to pull Lisa's jeans down, exposing her firm butt to our friends, which earned her some appreciative whistles.
In the bedroom, with its bizarrely big bed, we took our time stripping each other. I noticed more than a few bite marks on Lisa's boobs and I was jealous that Amber was getting to play with those exquisite tits during the week. As I pulled down Lisa's panties I could smell her wet pussy and that had my mouth watering with desire. She pulled mine off, sinking her teeth into my soft butt as I stepped out of my jeans. She sat on the bed and I moved in to sit in her lap, our legs wrapping around each other. We were kissing feverishly, each inhaling sharply when our clits would rub over each other. It was wonderful just to hold on to each other, our hard nipples mashed together, sucking on each other's tongues and giving lots of passion bites. We climaxed at almost the same time, Lisa only made a small damp spot on the bedspread.
Rolling on our side we grabbed on tight to each other in a 69 each of us licking the others pussy and butt; both of us had our legs clenched tight and I loved having my face buried in Lisa's delicious wet pussy. This time her orgasm was wetter, I tried to lick all her juice up but once again I was going to be doing laundry in the morning.
I was stroking Lisa's hair, "We're almost there babe, one more month and we will be together every night, just like we've dreamed."
"Mom is already planning on what furniture to get rid of, this apartment is giving her a reason to buy all sorts of new furniture. I can hear Dad rolling his eyes over the phone when she talks about furniture shopping." That brought out a wonderfully cute giggle.
"My mom is on the same track, and so is Cherie. All I really wanted was my grandmother's rocking chair, and Granddad said I can have it whenever we come up there to get it. I'm not sure what we will do with the rest of the stuff."
Lisa was squeezing my hard nipple, "I guess they get to take some to the Salvation Army."
The next morning, after devouring a large number of waffles, we were off to shopping. Lisa drive this time, telling me that, "Sorry babe, we're shopping until we're actually done." I groaned.
We first went to the store where Lisa found her dress and I perked up when I saw Owen and Dennis there. Owen was always impeccably dressed, like our friend Jan he would wear a suit even in summer and he never seemed to sweat. Dennis was so big that finding formalwear for him was a challenge, he and I were kindred schlubs most of the time.
Dennis and I sat in some chairs while my friends discussed my fashion fate. I decided to ask him something I had been thinking about for a while. "Hey Dennis, do you still work as a personal trainer?"
"Yeah, I do. Why?"
"I look at Lisa and my suitemate Sam and my friend Holly and they are all really active and, let's face it, they are in good physical shape. I'm tending more and more towards being the fat girl in the group and I'd like to try to slow that trend down. I don't have money to pay you but if you could just give me some advice I would love that."
He thought for a minute, "How about this, once school is out and you're moved into your new place you come over to our place and make dinner on Sunday sometimes. I'll bring my granny and my auntie too, they love getting out of the house, and you can introduce us to all that yummy stuff I've heard about." I think he could read my expression, "Don't worry, Granny and Auntie Harriet come from the Gulf coast of Texas, they like Cajun and Creole food, especially gumbo."
We shook hands, "It's deal."
Dennis patted me on the shoulder, "We'll see how much you like me after the first session. Come over to the house soon and I'll get you started."
The dress discussion seemed to come down to a disagreement between Owen and Holly. Holly felt that I needed to show off my body a bit more while Owen was very much what I would call "Old Hollywood," he and I shared a love of Ingrid Bergman, and he went for a more classic look. Lisa did her best to be Judge Wapner in the middle of this while Clarissa stood off to the side looking bemused. It finally came down to two choices and Lisa marched me into the dressing room. The first dress was a deep green color and came down almost to the floor.
"I like this one," she said, "It matches your eyes."
I put it on, I'll do anything for my sweetie, even wearing a fancy (in my eyes) dress, and I did have to admit I thought it looked good on me even though I had never worn something that showed that much cleavage (not that I had much to show with the bra I had on). Lisa led me out and had me stand on a little stool and spin around, slowly.
Holly liked it, "See, Cindy's got a great body, she needs to show it off more."
Owen agreed that he liked the overall lines of the dress but that somehow, "It's just doesn't click."
The other one was a pale yellow, not unlike my senior prom dress, and it even had some sparkles on it. I told Lisa I liked this one better, she giggled and kissed my neck. Owen really liked this one (Dennis did too) and Holly grudgingly admitted Owen had some good points. Clarissa took my picture in each one so that when we went to Chicago for the spring art show we could get input from Rita, Carolina, Cornelius, and Jan.
That night us four girls gathered on the mat in Clarissa's basement, all nude. We had decided to have a four-way fuck battle, you would be out when you orgasmed. At the count of three we all lunged at each other and within moments we had ganged up on Lisa. All three of us knew how easy it was to bring Lisa to orgasm; Holly was working on Lisa's nipples, I had three fingers buried in her pussy and Clarissa was licking her butthole. Poor Lisa didn't stand a chance, I rolled her up so that her feet were on the floor behind her head and her pussy was gaping open, pointing straight up. She screamed with pleasure and erupted like a sexy fountain, spraying us all with her delicious juice. She crawled off to the side and the battle continued. Clarissa and Holly tried to gang up on me I but I knew how sensitive Holly's breasts were and I twisted her nipples got and hard with one hand while I had her in a chokehold with my other arm. It took a bit longer but Holly also erupted with a guttural scream, her juices flowing from here. Holly crawled over and began licking Lisa's pussy, leaving me and Clarissa. We rolled around on the mat, slapping at each other's naked body, all the while trying to get our fingers into the other girl's pussy. Clarissa finally got me rolled on my belly, my boobs mushrooming out from under me, in a version of a Boston Crab and that gave her easy access to my pussy and my butthole. She kept a tight grip on me as I was seized by my orgasm, my naked body jerking under hers, my pussy juice flowing.
Clarissa celebrated her victory by sitting on each of our faces, forcing us to lick her now very wet pussy, which we did with great enjoyment. We decided that we all needed our pussys eaten so then I got to take my turn, followed by Holly and finally Lisa. Completely exhausted I pulled Lisa into bed with me and, true to form, Lisa was asleep almost as soon as she laid her head on my chest.
The next Friday, it was the 19th of April, Lisa had come to pick me up to go out to see the Spike Lee film Girl 6. I was watching TV with Sam when Lisa got there and it was then that the weatherman from the Champaign station broke in with a special report. There had been thunderstorms all day, and we could see really ugly black clouds from our window. Tornado warnings are something we Midwesterners dread, but in the spring and summer they are just a part of life. What froze us in our seats were the reports of an F3 tornado hitting the town of Decatur, about 50 miles south of us, as well as the little town of Armington which was about 35 miles southwest of us. All three of us sat on the couch, I was in the middle and I was sure that between Lisa and Sam's grips on my hands I was going to be sore the next day.
Lisa lost it when channel 3 from Champaign went off the air for a few minutes, the station came back on about 3 minutes later with the report of an F3 tornado hitting Urbana and the little town of Ogden. This was just over an hour's drive north from our home; Lisa immediately tried to call her parents but the call wouldn't go through; that had her clutching to me, almost hysterical in her worry about families and friends. I was scared too, pretty much too scared to react. This was no longer something abstract on the TV, this was close to home. Our friend Michelle was a student in Urbana for God's sake! Reports came in of more tornados in southern Illinois, down in Little Egypt, and now Sam was clinging to me and both of us were mumbling the Litany Against Fear, scared out of our minds. By the time things settled down that night hundreds of buildings had been destroyed and one person had died; it was Illinois' biggest tornado outbreak since the 1970's. We sat up late that night, the three of us holding each other, later joined by Sabrina (who was unusually quiet, she was better at reading a room now). The next morning we called our parents, Ellie, Carrie, and Michelle, and learned everyone was OK. Sam called her parents, they said there was some wind and hail damage, but to Sam's relief, all the animals, especially Elanor, were OK.
The next week we took the Friday evening train to Chicago and Rita met us at Union Station. She had moved into her own apartment in January, it was one of several that her parents owned as investments (Carolina's place was another one). It was certainly a nicer place than our soon-to-be home above the flower shop and next door to a head shop and it did have a guest bedroom so Lisa and I now had place to stay in Chicago where we could fuck as loudly as we wanted to. We had dinner with her and Jan, he was finishing up his senior thesis and he proudly announced that he was going to be in the MBA program starting in the fall.
Back at Rita's place we took turns fucking our friend, it had been a long time. Rita took her time rubbing our clits with her amazing nipples and after a series of most enjoyable orgasms we all got into bed together.
Rita was in between us, playing with our nipples, "So have you girls thought about hooking up with me and Jan?"
I nodded at Lisa, her blue eyes were almost glowing, "We have and we think tomorrow night would be a great time."
Rita kissed us both, "I'll let him know. This will be fun!"
We went out for breakfast, Rita's not much of a cook so there were only a few groceries in the apartment, not even enough for French toast (Lisa was sad).
Lisa's sadness over the lack of French toast was remedied with a stack our buckwheat pancakes; I had never heard of these but judging by how much Lisa loved them I needed to learn to make them and I better learn it fast. Jan met us at the restaurant along with another couple, Greg and Zara. Greg was a fairly non-descript guy (I'm no judge of male attractiveness, apart from agreeing with Mom about Paul Newman) with long brown hair. Zara, however, got my libido from zero to 100 almost instantly. She had long black hair and brown skin; she told us her family was from Bahrain but now they lived in Indianapolis. She was also in her last year at the University of Chicago and she had met Greg and Jan in a business data analysis class. She reminded me and Lisa of Annie, Lee's girlfriend during her senior year in high school, just a bit chubbier. Zara could not taker her eyes off of Lisa, like I could blame her for that; tonight definitely promised to be an exciting experience.
Rita had two of her pieces in the student art exhibit; she introduced them and described them to the crowd, one was a pastel drawing of a sunset with the Chicago skyline in the background, the other was one she had done in some computer program of me and Lisa standing on the front of the steam engine in the park back home. Lisa squeezed my hand, "That was a fun day."
I squeezed hers back, "Yeah, it was."
I saw all of Rita's family there, including Katherine and Erin; I was really happy to see Cornelius there as well (dressed in his usual immaculate fashion), I waved happily at him. Jan was standing next to Mr. Graff in a very nice blue pin-striped suit.
All of the student art was incredible, I was floored by how many people there were gathered in one place who had just as much talent as Rita; Rita was the best artist I had ever known. I did see some black and white photos and when it was the artists turn to talk about them a girl got up and I had to do my best not to drool. She was short, I mean barely five feet tall, in an amazing black dress with all sorts of lacey trim and short, jet-black hair. She was a tiny thing, which might have explained why she was wearing some very thick-soled black boots. She was a total goth princess, a mixture of Joan Jet and Wednesday Adams; I wanted to fuck her right there on the floor.
Lisa patted my butt and whispered in my ear (which tickled), "Down girl. I'm thinking the same thing you are." I sighed and rubbed Lisa's butt for solace.
After the presentation was over I was loaded into a Suburban, along with Lisa, Rita, Jan, Cornelius, Mrs. Graff, and Carolina. They had all looked at the photos of the dresses we found at the shop on the square and Carolina was confident she could improve on it a bit. She patted my back, "Your friends at school have good taste, both those dresses looked good on you but I think I found one that's a little better."
Ever the practical girl, I had to ask, "How much is it?"
"I'll make sure you get my employee discount, it won't be much more than what the ones you tried on were."
I was still worried, what the Graffs considered "affordable" was probably orders of magnitude above my budget. As we rode down State Street Cornelius showed me some photos he had brought for me to look at. Most were of women who looked my age at similar events, I all but gasped when I got to a series of photos, taken at several different events, of Diana. I knew Cornelius was a renowned photographer but I had no idea he moved in these circles. I was a good girl, I did not immediately start rubbing my pussy while looking at them, though Lisa held onto my hand just to be sure.
"I'm not the first photographer to say this Cindy, the Princess of Wales is a woman who you can't take a bad photo of," Here he leaned forward to look at Lisa, "You, my dear, are in that category too. No offense to your lovely girlfriend or either of the Graff sisters." Lisa hid her face on my shoulder to hide her blushing.
Carolina whisked to one of the upper floors of the big Marshall Field store. She had done quite a bit to make this go smoothly, she had narrowed it down to one dress; after consultation with everyone except for me and Lisa. I was unsure about all this until I saw it on its hanger, I actually put my hands up over my mouth, just like Lisa does. It was a dark blue dress with lacey sleeves and some sparkles; for the first time in my life I actively wanted to try something on. Lisa took me to the dressing room since I didn't want everyone to see my basic underwear. Lisa pulled me in tight, nuzzling on my neck.
"You are already beautiful baby; this dress is going to be a home run for you."
She got me in it and I walked out, having to hold it up a little. I was a little embarrassed that my white bra was showing, but Lisa assured me that could be dealt with. Just like before I stood up on a little stool and Lisa rotated me around. I hadn't realized there was a slit that went well up to my thigh on the right side and, even with my cheap Target bra, I was showing some real cleavage. Well, real for me; compared to Rita or Carolina I was barely showing anything. Everyone was very quiet and I had this wild thought that they were about to start laughing at me. Finally, Jan broke the silence.
He lapsed into Dutch (which he sometimes does when he's very emotional) "Nu is er een echte prinses." I looked at him, quite puzzled.
Rita, who was learning Dutch during and after sex, translated, "Now there is a real princess." She had a huge smile on her face; she loved the dress but she was also smiling because this was the first time anyone saw me really, and I mean really, like a dress.
I couldn't help it. I started to cry and it didn't take long for Lisa to join me. As a little girl I had watched endless Disney movies with beautiful princesses but I always assumed I would be this sort of dumpy tomboy from a little town on the prairie; but here I was, ready to go to the ball.
Cornelius gave Carolina a quick hug. "My dear you have an excellent eye. I totally agree with young Mr. Van den Vodel, our Cynthia will be able to stand proud with the great and the good and she will be just as fabulous.
Carolina, Mrs. Graff, and several people from the store were conferring and tugging and tucking on the fabric. There would need to be some alterations, and Carolina assured me she would be checking on the progress of these things. My final shock was when Carolina told me how much it was; with her employee discount it was about what I spent on the stereo in my Jeep. I had enough money for that, though I have always wondered in the Graffs or Jan subsidized it a bit for me too (I never asked). After much discussion, and substantial input from Cornelius and Jan (who had been to more events like this than most folks) it was concluded that we should just wear our matching high-tops to the gala.
Cornelius had a broad smile, "Those shoes are part of your personalities girls, your brand one might say. I think people will find them `quirky' and `edgy' and besides, no one will be looking your shoes."
Rita added, with a giggle, "And besides, if we try to put Cindy in heels she might well break her leg going up the stairs." I smacked Rita's bottom for that one, even though she was right.
We went back to Rita's place and sat around waiting for Greg and Zara. I was rather nervous, knowing where things were going but I excited too.
{A Note to My Readers: What follows will be our two heroines first real sexual experience with a guy and so it will be in the Bisexual section here on Nifty. Look for "Cindy & Lisa Experiment with Boys." Out story here continues when the girls return to school}
When we returned home Shelly took me out motorcycle shopping and I decided this was the sort of shopping I could get into. She knew lots of stuff, so it was good to have her along, and she was about the same size as Lisa so I could get an idea of whether a bike was big enough for us both. What I learned quickly was that most Harley-Davidsons were big enough but they were heavy and, more importantly, expensive. We tried sitting on Shelly's Triumph Thunderbird but Lisa would have been miserable on the passenger seat. I was near to despair over my lack of success, but Lisa assured me I'd find something. So it was after all this that I got a call one evening from my brother.
"You still looking for a bike?"
"Yeah, no luck yet. Trying to find something that can seat two tall girls while not being too heavy or two expensive is not easy."
"Well, I have a proposition for you. Cherie's gotten a new bike, we found a used Harley Road King and we were able to adjust things to make it more comfortable for her." My sister in law is somewhere around six foot three, tallest woman I know, apart from Lee's girlfriend Chase. "So, we were going to sell her old Kawasaki, but we'd be happy to sell it to you."
I was all but jumping up and down, "Yes! Yes! A hundred times yes!"
Rob laughed, "Once you get moved into your new place we'll bring it down to you."
"This is excellent, thank you so much!"
I immediately called Lisa, who squealed so happily that she no doubt confused the local bats. I also called Shelly, she was more restrained but she was on board with the idea, telling me the Vulcan 750 was a dead-reliable bike.
We made it through our final exams and we were preparing to move into our new home. We had introduced ourselves to our new neighbors: the other apartment was rented by a young-ish history professor trying to get tenure, a lady named Doris ran the flower shop and seemed to enjoy the thought of us two girls living in the building, the staff at the jewelry store always seemed busy but they were nice enough, the head shop employees already knew me. I had been in many times buying CD's and I was well-known as a fellow Deadhead, they also knew I wasn't interested in sharing their weed, it made me cough. Our parents provided us with all the furniture we needed, none of it matched and most of it was older than we were. We did now have a queen-sized bed which we were eager to try out. Mom gave me a box that had come to the house a few days before.
"Jeanine didn't know your new address so she sent this to the house, she said you'd know what to do with it."
I opened it up and was delighted to see a 10-quart crock pot, perfect for making spaghetti sauce and gumbo in overly large quantities. Lisa and I already had a shopping trip planned to a mall in the Chicago suburbs where I could use one of my gift certificates, as well as a trip to the actual Penzey's store. I was feeling very adult.
Once our parents were back on the road, with my mom no doubt planning many new furniture purchases, it was just us. We luxuriated in being able to take our time stripping each other. We made it into the bedroom, now naked, and Lisa pulled me down on top of her so that our nipples were mashed together and I could feel her damp bush on mine.
Her blue eyes were bright with desire, "How long have we dreamed about this?"
"I think since that first time we fucked on my skinny little bed." I used my legs to spread Lisa's apart so that I could really grind my pussy on hers, kissing her deeply all the while. I pressed my clit hard onto her, grabbing her neck as I did. She raised her chin up, eyes closed, moaning louder as I drove her toward orgasm. She grabbed onto me tight, digging her nails into my back, her entire body shuddering with pleasure.
I rotated around so I was on top of her in a 69 and we began noisily licking each other, each devouring the others pussy, sucking on clits, and pushing fingers into buttholes. I loved our bigger bed even more when, as I thrashed and kicked as waves or orgasm moved through me, I did not fall out of the bed. We laid there for a long while, just enjoying bare skin on bare skin. Even though we had a lot more room than we had with our dorm beds Lisa still went to sleep curled up against me, drooling on my boob.
We did do some enjoyable shopping with Shelly over the next few days, we both needed helmets and Lisa needed some proper shoes. The shoes were easy, we got her a decent pair of work boots. The helmets took longer. Lisa finally settled on a white one with a visor, her hopes were that Rita could decorate it for her. I found one with graphics on it that made it look like an old leather pilot's helmet. Shelly helped us make sure we got ones that were the proper size.
Walking back out the Red October, Shelly slid her hand into my back pocket, grabbing my butt in a very enjoyable way. "You girls want to come to our house for a while?" That was a no brainer, we were on our way and I at least was already wet.
Shelly and Rebecca lived in a mid-70's duplex, it looked amazingly like the houses Lisa and I had grown up in. Inside it was the same jumble of furniture that our new apartment was, these girls were kindred spirits. Shelly did not waste time; she was pulling off her t-shirt and she was not wearing a bra as she walked to the bedroom. I did the same, even comically hopping as I tried to get my jeans off. Shelly grabbed us both by the hair and threw us down on the bed. Spreading our legs wide she went to work on our pussys, first eating mine and fingering Lisa's, then switching it up, her tongue deep in Lisa and three fingers pushed into my now very wet sex. I could hear Lisa's high-pitched chirping, which usually signaled a truly eruptive orgasm, moving up the scale, and I hadn't warned Shelly about that. She got the full firehose from Lisa and a serious heel to the cheek from me. It was about then that Rebecca got home from work.
Walking into the bedroom she observed the carnage with a smile, "You ravenous bitch, you started without me!" Rebecca unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it, not even bothering to take her top off yet, just her panties, and she sat on my face, her dense black bush pressed to my mouth. I began licking feverishly, holding on to her brown hips. Shelly sat on Lisa's pretty face, rubbing her sparse red bush over Lisa's lips. Looking up I could see Rebecca was taking her top off and she was kissing Shelly, and pinching her pale nipples, as we ate their pussys. Rebecca's orgasm was kind of like mine, except instead of her legs shaking and kicking it was her whole upper body that went into convulsions. Shelly has a tight grip on Lisa's white hair, grinding her pussy hard into my sweetie's face as she came.
Rebecca and Lisa locked together, sitting on the bed, legs apart to mash their cunts together, grinding hard, Lisa pulling hard on Rebecca's hair. I rolled Shelly on her belly, her tight ass up in the air. I spread her cheeks and went to work on her almost hairless fat pussy, pushing my tongue inside her. I moved back and forth between her butthole and her pussy, bringing her to a satisfyingly juicy orgasm.
We laid there in the bed, having fucked each other into oblivion. Shelly was playing with Rebecca's black hair, "That was fun girls. We don't go for the group stuff very often but something about fucking an Amazon like Cindy and the Elf Queen Lisa got us going. Someday we'll have to do this again."
Lisa's head was in my lap and she was flicking my hard nipple with her finger, "That really fun, next time we can do it at our place and then have some dinner." She looked up at me, "I'm starving baby."
I laughed a little, "Great sex makes her ravenously hungry, yet I'm the one constantly fighting a fat ass. It's just not fair."
We got dressed and went home. There was a pizza place across the street from us where we could get it by the slice (Lisa had two slices). It was almost June and we were ready to meet our idols.
It's hard for me to really describe how exciting May of 1996 was for me and Lisa. We now had our own place so we could fuck as often and as loudly as we wanted to whenever we wanted to. I was actually excited about wearing a dress (my mom and sister were truly overjoyed by this, it cemented Lisa's reputation as an absolute miracle worker), I would soon be in the same room, OK the same large museum, as one of the most beautiful women in the world, and I had a motorcycle on the way. Things were going my way. I love hearing from all of you (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please donate to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org).