A Girl's Story Chapter 29
Our time spent with Holly living with us reminded me and Lisa how lucky we were. We had families who, even if they found us confusing, loved us. We had a close circle of friends and we took care of each other. Holly's experience was much harder and, I am sad to say, not all that unusual in small midwestern towns in the late 1990's. We were doing our best to help her but there was more ugliness to come.
Part 29: The New Year Starts Out Rough
Back at the apartment it was back to work for all of us. Lisa had her dance classes, I was working on updates to the university's administration building and Holly had her job at the movie theater. We had settled into a comfortable routine, I would get home and make dinner, Holly would obsessively clean (she found our relaxed attitude toward clutter maddening) and Lisa would take care of the dishes and laundry (exuberant sex makes for lots of laundry).
On one afternoon (it was actually already dark) I got home and pulled the crock pot out of the refrigerator. I had found some country-style buffalo ribs and I had taken Owen's suggestion and made chili with them; all it needed now was to warm up. It was still pretty cold outside and I was happy to see Lisa had turned on the fireplace; she was sitting on the couch in her Winnie-the-Pooh robe and I smiled, knowing she was naked under it. I put on my ever-so-sexy red flannel robe (with nothing on underneath) and joined her on the couch to watch TV. Holly came in and sat in our battered old chair, her feet tucked under her.
"I want to ask you two something, but you have to promise not to laugh at me."
I was intrigued, "What is it sweetie?"
"I saw a poster at the university fitness center for something called a fitness competition. It's not quite bodybuilding but it does seem to involve women with some very nice muscles in bikinis."
Lisa's hand was inside my robe, sliding up my thigh toward my pussy, "O.K., we're listening."
Holly continued, "I want to try it, just once. I know this will sound silly but I just need to know that people think I'm pretty so I can shut out my mom's voice that's in my head telling me I'm ugly and no one loves me,"
I was playing with Lisa's hair, "Holly, you know we think you're absolutely fucking beautiful but if this is something you want to try we will help you however we can."
"I know I need to train for this, but I'm not sure how to do that."
I clapped my hands, "I know just the person. Dennis, the bouncer at The Mersey Ferry works as a personal trainer; I bet he would help you out. Owen has invited us to the big New Year's Eve party, you can ask him then."
"The magazines say I need professional makeup and hair styling too."
Lisa smiled, "We got you covered there too baby. Our friend Rita has done our hair and makeup since we were in high school, she's even convinced Cindy here to wear some makeup."
I snorted (I'm not ladylike), "If she can make me look almost as hot as Lisa she can make you into a goddess."
Holly smiled her radiant smile, "I love you two! This might just work!"
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A friend once told me that winter rapidly loses its allure after Christmas, just as summer's heat becomes less fun after the 4th of July; Central Illinois' slushy snowy mess was certainly becoming less fun, but at least I wasn't having to hike through the slop in my Doc Marten's to get to class. While it didn't bother my tomboy sensibilities Lisa and Holly were being driven mad by their cars being filthy all the time and it being pointless to wash them; and, of course, none of this was being helped by the fact that it was dark by five every day, if the Sun even managed to peek out through the clouds.
All of us on the upgrade crew were happy that the work on the university's admin offices was completed before New Year's so since I had time I picked us up a bag of shrimp on my way home to make Cajun shrimp alfredo. It was pretty much ready to go when Lisa got home but, difficult as it was, we waited for Holly to get back to the apartment to eat (there was way too much for just the two of us anyway).
Lisa carefully hung up her heavy coat and her scarf before locking those electric blue eyes on me, "I need to build up an appetite" she said, licking her lips.
I was already pulling my t-shirt off, "Do I need to get out the moving blankets?" we used some old moving blankets as wrestling mats. She nodded as she unhooked her bra, letting her wonderful boobs bounce free.
I spread two blankets, one on top of the other, on the floor and wriggled out of my jeans. Lisa kicked her jeans aside and ran her fingers through her white hair and we lunged at each other, our naked bodies smashed together. Lisa was definitely feeling feisty, she grabbed my curly hair, yanking my head back, while her other hand clamped down tight on my (now quite damp) pussy. I leaned in, sinking my teeth into her firm shoulder muscles and grabbing her left tit, twisting her pink nipple. It wasn't long before we were down on the blankets, trading rib punches and kicking wildly. I almost had my sweetie in a leg scissors when she drove her elbow hard into my middle. Devious minx that she was she dragged me by the hair between her amazing legs and clamped them tight, squeezing my neck from both sides. With my vision going blurry and a rushing in my ears I tapped out. Lisa rolled me on my back and lowered her wet, white bush to my waiting mouth so that I could go to work licking her delicious pussy.
I didn't realize Holly had gotten home until I felt her long tongue caressing my clit and one of her delicate fingers entering my butt. Lisa practically drowned me when she climaxed but she (and Holly) held on tight as I tried to thrash and writhe as my orgasm ripped through me. Lisa threw herself onto Holly, spreading her amazing legs wide and going to work on her very wet pussy. I lowered my equally wet pussy down onto her pretty face, moaning with pleasure as her tongue slid up inside of me.
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We ate dinner, and I was quite pleased with how the chili turned out, but there was a definite tension in the room. Holly desperately wanted to re-connect with her folks and they were coming over to the apartment (Holly did not want to be in the house with just her mom). Holly really hoped that she and her folks could talk it out, but Lisa and I did not share her feeling of hope and we were really afraid her mom would be awful to her yet again. All three of us jumped a little when the doorbell rang, very few people come to our front door, and I went down the stairs to let them in. Her dad was trying hard to be cordial but her mom was utterly cold to me. Once they were in the apartment her dad introduced himself to Lisa but her mom looked around our home with a look of what could only be described as disgust.
"So this is where you're living young lady, a dingy apartment in a decrepit old building?" Her tone was that of a person who had just smelled something really nasty and who was now trying to figure out who farted. Lisa grabbed my hand tight, we liked our apartment and Lisa could get very sharp when she felt people were judging us.
I'll give Holly's dad credit, he was really trying hard to keep things civil, "Donna, we talked about this," his tone was rather sharp suggesting to me that they had argued loudly about Holly's situation.
But Holly's mom had moved from talking and moved right on to yelling and she got right in Holly's face, "Did you think you could scare us with that letter? How did you get the money to hire a lawyer? Don't tell me you've sunk down to being just a common street whore!"
"Donna!" her dad almost shouted, "I told you that letter was not some kind of threat. All it said was what we already knew, that my parents intended for Holly, and the other girls, could assume control of the money when they turned 21."
"Pam and Rachel aren't deviants!" She slammed her hands on our table, "Holly's been turned into a pervert and I think these two fat whores are to blame!"
That broke it for me. I knew that Lisa was very close to bringing out the Angry Elf Queen and I wanted to try to stop this craziness before things got even worse. I stood up, trying my best to act and sound like Katherine and Mrs. Graff, "We agreed to the two of you coming over here because Holly is our friend and she wants to try to make things better, but do not think for one minute I am going to sit here and let you insult me and Lisa." I was proud of myself, I didn't yell and my voice didn't get all squeaky like it often does when I'm stressed.
Holly's mom stood up, her face dark red with fury, "Are you giving me sass you disgusting fat dyke?"
Holly stood up, "Mom! Stop it! Cindy and Lisa are my friends and I've known I was gay since I was in 7th grade! They have done nothing but be kind to me."
"Why you little slut!" Holly's mom raised her hand, like she was going to slap Holly and that was enough for me. I moved over to the table really fast; Lisa standing up, her fists balled up and her mouth wide with some mixture of shock and disgust, and I grabbed Donna's arm.
"O.K. lady, that's enough!" Now my voice was getting squeaky, "You are not going to hurt my friend again. It's time for you two to leave or I swear by the Almighty I will come down on you like a hammer in the fist of God's right hand and I can promise you that you will not like the result of that." I remembered Mrs. Graff using that same expression in a confrontation with our high school nemesis, the school's assistant principal Felecia Cohn, and I thought it was appropriate to this situation.
She froze there for a moment and then yanked her hand away and stormed down the front stairs to the street, but Holly's dad stood there for a few moments, his voice was really shaky, "I'm sorry girls, I cannot excuse my wife's behavior toward you or toward Holly." He turned to Holly and hugged her, "I'll keep trying to get your mother to come to her senses but I want you to know I love you and support you." He looked over at us, "I want to thank you girls for helping my daughter, you're faithful friends and everyone needs good friends." With than he left, tears in his eyes, and went down the stairs and we walked Holly over to the couch before she collapsed. We both held onto her tight, she was too shocked even to cry.
She stuttered out, "I'm sorry about my mom."
Lisa stroked her dark red hair, "Don't apologize baby, it's not your fault that your mom is a raging homophobic bitch. I'm sorry to call her that, she's your mom and you love her, but it's the truth. We've encountered people like this before and it has never been a good experience."
I rubbed her back, "I know it will be hard to do but now you need to focus on yourself. You are out to your family, everyone knows who you are and you don't need to hide any more. I say let's get ready for Owen's big New Year's Eve party and plan on having fun." Holly nodded and proceeded to kiss us both, once again showing how skilled she was with that long tongue of hers.
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The next day we all went to Holly's house at a time when we knew her mom wouldn't be there. Her dad knew we were coming over and he had left the back door unlocked, since Holly's key no longer worked. She gathered up all the rest of her clothes, and the girl had a lot of clothes, along with some things that were important to her like her cheerleading trophies. I wasn't sure where we would put everything, and there was no way she could keep it in her dorm room. We did manage to get everything out into the Red October before her mom got home.
Our tickets for the New Year's party included a room in the hotel and we had reserved one with two beds in it; Holly had told us, with a very wicked smile, that she hoped to bring a nice (or not-so-nice) girl back to the room with her. We really loved Holly but me and Lisa we coming to the realization that there was a reason why three-body problems are so difficult in physics (as well as in lesbian relationships).
Lisa and I had decided to wear the dresses we wore to the big fundraiser and, of course, we wore our color-matched high-tops. Holly has spent a lot of time going through her clothes before finding the dress she wanted, but until tonight we had never seen it. She got changed in the bathroom and when we saw her I practically had an orgasm on the spot and Lisa grabbed my arm as she went weak in the knees. Holly was in a very tight black cocktail dress that barely covered her amazing bubble-butt and she was proudly displaying her lovely, firm tits.
She spun around on one foot like a dancer, "How do I look?"
I licked my lips, "Good enough to eat right here and now, and neither of us are wearing panties."
Holly giggled, "Neither am I!" It was really nice to hear her genuinely laugh again.
Lisa grabbed our hands, "Let's go enjoy ourselves girls." We quite literally skipped down the hallway and, true to form, Lisa and Holly were singing "Follow the Yellow Brick Road."
The New Year's party was like what our queer prom could have been if the prom had been organized professionals and not just our moms. I was trying hard not to look like a small-town bumpkin (it's an existential fear of mine) but I took solace the Lisa was as blown away as I was. It was easy to pick out Dennis in the crowd, there were very few black people in the crowd and he was easily the biggest person there. Owen, as usual, was dressed like he was ready to meet Jan's great aunt (the queen) in a very elegant pinstriped suit.
"Girls! I'm so glad to see you. I hope you'll have fun tonight."
There were few people there our age, most were in their 30's and 40's and almost everyone there was one of Owen's friends or associates. The crowd was mostly male but there were some women there and they looked at us three college girls like we were gazelles in the middle of a pride of lions. There was an open bar and I was quite happy to learn the bartender could make both a Dark and Stormy as well as a Hurricane, I planned on consuming an unhealthy amount of rum. Lisa and Holly sipped champagne like princesses; technically Lisa shouldn't have even been able to come to the party since her birthday wasn't until the beginning of March but Owen didn't care. I had known it wasn't going to be a problem, when you are as beautiful as Lisa trivialities like Illinois' drinking age don't apply to you. I really loved being in love with a princess.
The night's music leaned heavily toward classic 50's and 60's pop, very danceable, with occasional performances by members of the Gay Men's Chorus. Lisa had kept it a secret from me and so my heartbeat went into high gear when Dennis lifted Lisa up onto the stage like he was picking up a stuffed animal. She did three songs over the course of the evening, all of which I pretty much knew by heart: her first number was "Hey Big Spender" from Sweet Charity, which drew rapturous applause (not surprising considering how much most of the crowd loved musical theater), about an hour later she got back on stage to sing "Hopelessly Devoted to You" from Grease (which had me holding Holly tight with tears running down my face), and right before the big midnight countdown it was time for what was known to our friend group as "Lisa's Song," "You'll Never Walk Alone" from Carousel.
I looked around when I felt a warm hand on my butt, there was a blonde woman (shorter than me) rubbing my ass, "She's your girlfriend?"
"Yes she is, since high school."
Audrey (that was her name) gave my ass a squeeze, "You are a very lucky woman."
My smile was bleary from lots of rum, "Don't I know it sister, don't I know it."
We had the big countdown at midnight, no Dick Clark for us, and Owen had the DJ play a recording of Guy Lombardo and His Royal Canadians playing "Auld Lang Syne." I don't think I've ever kissed so many women in such a short time but the first kiss was with Lisa and the second was Holly; all three of us kissed Owen simultaneously, which resulted in Dennis having to sit down because he was laughing so hard as Owen made quite the dramatic gesture of going weak in the knees and fanning himself. There were several more hours of dancing and Lisa was quite insistent that we stay until the very end. I did notice that Holly had left with a striking dark-haired woman and we both hoped she was getting her delicious pussy devoured to start 1997.
Lisa and I were squeezing each other's butts as we danced with our boobs mashed together. Finally the DJ announced that the next song would be the last one of the night and he said, "This one is a request from Big Dennis in appreciation for many delicious Sunday dinners," and then I heard the familiar strain of "Keester McGee's Favourite Drinking Song." This was our special song, it was the first song we had danced to as a couple and I had decided long ago that when we finally were able to get married this would be our song. Lisa, as she has always done, led; I'm proud to say I was more graceful than I was back in the 10th grade when we first danced together.
The music ended and I took her face in my hands and gave her a nice kiss with lots of tongue, and then, out in the dimly lit hall I reached up under her dress to rub my fingers over her very wet pussy, "Let's go back to our room baby."
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Our boobs were out before we even got to our door and we had barely taken three steps into the room before our dresses slid to the floor. I grabbed Lisa by the waist and tossed her on the bed, where she laid with her pale legs spread wide, her white bush soaking wet. I crawled between her amazing thighs and pressed my lips to her pussy, licking slowly and deeply as my hands gripped her firm ass. Lisa was pulling hard on my curly hair, pressing my face tight to her pussy as she exploded; I swallowed as much as I could she soaked the bedspread thoroughly.
I climbed on top of her and she wrapped her legs around me as our pussys mashed together and we were grinding away when I heard the door open. Lisa was too far gone in waves of orgasms but I noticed it was Holly in the process of stripping a dark-haired woman with amazingly firm tits; they didn't notice us at all.
Lisa looked up at me and I swear her eyes were glowing, "Keep fucking me baby, don't worry about them."
I did what was told, enjoying every second of it. We were not quiet and so I was sure Holly and her new friend were fully aware of us but I could tell from the noises Holly was making she was getting her pussy devoured and enjoying it just as much as I enjoyed Lisa's rubbing on mine. I finally was sitting on Lisa's face, looking down into her blue eyes as she kneaded my boobs; when my orgasm hit, and it was a good one, I thrashed myself right off the bed. Lisa was still giggling when I climbed back into the bed, laying my cheek on her chest and playing with her white hair.
I woke up in the morning sure that I had died and that I was now being tormented by all the devils of Hell who were pounding on my head. Lisa was still snoring in her cute little way and Holly was using the girl who I was yet to meet's big, firm tit as a pillow. I went to the bathroom and drank about a quart of water before I brushed my teeth. I rifled through Lisa's bag of bathroom stuff and I rejoiced to find a bottle of Advil; I gulped down three of them.
I got back into bed and turned on the TV, it was almost time for the Rose Parade and I was not about to break tradition by missing it. I did pull on my long t-shirt so when our new friend woke up I wouldn't be naked.
I stroked Lisa's hair, "You want breakfast? The hotel has room service, I checked the menu, they have cinnamon French toast." I rubbed her nipples, knowing full well my sweetie was totally hungry.
Lisa rolled on her side and threw a pillow at Holly, "You want breakfast baby?"
Holly, like Lisa, looked beautiful all the time; I of course looked like Larry from the Three Stooges. Holly's new friend woke up slowly; her short, black hair splayed out wildly. Holly gave her puffy nipple a long lick, "Omelets?" Her friend nodded.
I called and ordered us breakfast, hoping it got to our room before the end of the parade. Holly got up to take a shower, her friend giving her a hard slap on her round bottom. She looked over at us, a little embarrassed, "Hi girls, I'm Quinn."
I smiled at her, stilling playing with Lisa's long, white hair, "Hi Quinn, I'm Cindy and this lovely girl is Lisa."
Quinn had a very nice smile, "Holly told me about you two. You've been true friends to her with her going through all that shit with her mom. She also told me you three fuck a lot, just to put it out there I'm not into group sex, I like to concentrate on one girl at a time."
Lisa pulled on a t-shirt and got out of bed, "This is the first time I've seen Holly really happy in months, I'm glad you two found each other."
Quinn looked down, a little embarrassed, "I hate to say this but all I have are the clothes I wore to the party."
I'm ever the problem solver, I got up and dug through my old duffel bag until I found my oh-so-glamorous red flannel robe, "This will probably be tight in the chest for you but it will also probably be too long for you too."
She got out of bed and we could see her pussy was completely hairless and she had breasts as big a Rita's but they stood straight out. Lisa licked her lips, "You have amazing tits."
"Thanks, my ex-husband bought them for me."
Lisa looked shocked and I broke the silence, "You were married?"
"For five years. I've known I was bisexual since high school but after being with him, and some guys in college, I've come back to girls. Girls have much better orgasms." My robe came down to her ankles, she was about the same height as Holly, and it barely covered her tits. Quinn went off, we assumed to join Holly in the shower.
Lisa looked up at me with her head in my lap, "She seems nice and Holly seems to really like her."
"Yeah, I'm happy for her. Now where's our damn breakfast?"
Holly and Quinn emerged with wet hair and sat on the bed when our breakfast arrived. We sat on the beds, eating breakfast and watching the Rose Parade. Quinn had been to Los Angeles, so had Lisa, but to Holly and me southern California seemed like something on another world; just the thought of perfect motorcycling weather all the time made it sound like paradise to me.
Quinn knew Holly's story but she was intrigued how we had gotten an attorney involved when, by our own admissions, we weren't loaded down with money. Quinn was a lawyer too, she did corporate work for our local insurance behemoth; she had also graduated from IWU back in 1982 and then she had gone to law school at Northwestern.
I was leaned back, having devoured my eggs benedict, "Rita's one of our best friends from high school and Mrs. Graff has helped us out a lot."
I thought Quinn was going to choke on her coffee, "Graff? As in Jeanine Graff? Holy shit! You girls really pulled in the big guns for Holly. Jeanine was a plaintiff's attorney when I was assigned to what was supposed to be a simple case and I was new to the company; she tore me a new asshole right there in court, in a totally polite and professional way."
Lisa laughed, "That's Mrs., G, she's a wonderful person but she's also absolutely terrifying."
"I've talked to her at legal conferences over the years; she's a wicked smart woman, and I know her husband's a damn good defense attorney. You girls have some powerful friends."
Lisa asked the question that was on both our minds, "So what about you and Holly?"
I loved seeing Holly really smile, "We talked about it. This was fun but we both agree we're just too far apart age-wise to make a relationship work, but that doesn't mean we won't fuck some more."
Holly was playing with Quinn's black hair, Quinn was kissing her neck, "I've met your mom at various business events; is it O.K. with you if I fuck with her head some?"
Holly reached into my flannel robe to play with Quinn's bald pussy, "Do whatever you want baby, it's all good with me."
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We had one more week before school started again. We would be sad for Holly to move into her dorm room but we also would enjoy having the apartment to ourselves. All three of us enjoyed our evenings, after coming home from our jobs, when we could fuck like wild animals.
Holly was working closely with Dennis at the city rec center to get ready for her fitness competition. It did not take long for Lisa and me to notice the change, and not just in her incredible body. Holly was just more confident and she was just genuinely happy. All that aside she still loved Lisa and I licking her pussy at night and in turn having her rub her hard nipples and her amazing tits on our pussys in turn.
Clarissa called us when she got home from Mexico; while we all wanted to hear about her time on the beach we were far more interested in her need for "Some girl time." Clarissa had been exclusive with Zack since the fall but it seemed she needed some pussy and we were happy to meet her needs. She also wanted to fight me and I was more than ready for that.
We laid out the blankets on the floor and we waited for Clarissa, all three of us naked. Clarissa came in, took one look at three naked girls, and started peeling her clothes off. We did waste any time, she and I went at each other; there was lots of hair pulling and I attacked Clarissa nice, soft tits. We rolled on the floor, Clarissa grabbing at my pussy while I twisted her big nipples. We were so engrossed in our battle that we didn't even notice Holly and Lisa energetically fingering each other. I finally got on top of her, her chubby legs spread wide and showing off her nice, damp pussy. I pressed my boobs down tight to her face, enjoying the feeling of Clarissa's warm, naked body squirming under mine.
I rolled Clarissa over, slapping playfully at her soft tits, and lowered my pussy down to her face, feeling her tongue entering me. I noticed that Lisa had gotten out our dildo and was fucking Holly hard from behind, pulling on her dark red hair. Clarissa's skill and enthusiasm for eating pussy had not diminished even with her enjoyment of Zack's cock. I fell off of her, legs thrashing and my fingers in my pussy as wave after wave of orgasm swept through me.
Holly was splayed out on our couch, her big tits spreading under her, as Lisa slowly removed the purple dildo from her hairless pussy. Her smile was quite wicked, "I think Clarissa needs to feel this deep in her butt baby."
My smile was equally hungry, "I think you are right sweetie, that tight butthole of hers is in need of a good fucking." Clarissa got on her hand and knees, her round bottom up in the air. I leaned in, rubbing my tongue over her wet pussy and her butthole before I applied a generous amount of lube to her tight hole. I slide the end of the dildo up into my pussy, grabbed her wide hips, and began slowly but steadily pushing the plastic shafted into my friend's ass. I buried all of it inside he, pulling on her hair as she slammed her ass back against my hips. Finally she went flat on the floor, the dildo still sticking out of her butt and lay there quivering with pleasure, moaning softly.
Clarissa pulled the dildo from her butt and we say on the floor, facing each other, boobs smashed together, tongues swirling in each other's mouth. Breaking away Clarissa went over to play with her pussy and bite at her very hard nipples. Lisa came over to me and slid the dildo back into my pussy, "It's my turn now baby." She opened her legs and slowly lowered herself into my lap, moaning softly as the dildo slid up inside her. She wrapped her legs around me, her arms pulling my head tight into her breasts. It wasn't often that I would climax while I was wearing the dildo but this time Lisa and I were grabbing each other tight, she was sinking her fingers into my back and I had her nipple between my teeth as she exploded while holding my tight to keep me from thrashing. It was wondrous.
The character of Holly is a composite for several people we knew in college but it is mostly based on one of our good friends. As we will see as the story unfolds things turn out good for her but I am sad to say she never reconciled with her mom; the situation finally cooled into her mom not screaming at her in public. It was awful to watch as it unfolded and it reminded us yet again how lucky me and Lisa were. I love hearing from you, dear readers, even when you point out my proofreading errors (it keeps me humble) (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) Please consider a donation to Nifty as well: https://donate.nifty.org