A Girl's Story

A Girl's Story Chapter 19

By this point I had gotten into a pretty nice rythym at school. I was really ready for Thnaksgiving and Christmas break by this point, but I did enjoy sex with my suitemates. This section once again tells the story of enthusiastic sex with college girls. There are some oblique references to sex with guys but there's no actual depiction of that.

Part 19 - Thanksgiving

My classes kept me quite busy during the week before Thanksgiving. I was grumpy because I was busy enough I had to choose between school and sex and this time school won. Lisa was just as busy and she was as frustrated as I was; I was hoping that when we went home for Thanksgiving she would not fuck me to death. All this meant that my heart rate sped way up when one night there was a soft knock on my door.

"You awake Cindy?" It was Sam.

"Yeah, what's up sweetie?"

She sat down next to me on my bed, I could not help but notice she had no panties on, "I talked to my parents tonight, Dad got me a truck at the Forest Service auction so I'll have something to drive when I come back."

"That's wonderful!"

"If I found a better radio to put in it would you install it for me? Lisa told me you're good at that sort of thing."

"Of course I will."

In the dim light I could see her very nice smile; I could also see her very hard nipples when she pulled off her t-shirt. I pulled mine off and she reached out to squeeze my boobs. "Can I sit on your face Cindy?"

"That's a silly question sweetie, bring that sweet cunt over here."

Sam lowered her firm ass down toward my waiting tongue and I pushed my tongue up inside her warm, wet pussy. I reached up with my hands, finding her warm breasts and tugging on her hard nipples. I gave some attention to her butthole as well, each time my tongue flicked her tight hole her nude body jerked and she would give out a little squeak of pleasure. As her orgasm hit her she grabbed at my soft belly, digging her strong fingers in and clamping her thighs tight to the sides of my head.

My voice was quite husky (and horny), "Use your nipple on my clit baby."

I was spoiled because my experiences with dovefucking were mostly with Rita and her huge tits but Sam had very hard nipples and they felt wonderful on my swollen clit. I had a tight grip on Sam's soft hair, pressing her pretty face into my pussy. Sam and Lisa were probably the only two girls who weren't intimidated by my violent orgasms; Lisa was turned on by my kicking and flailing (as long as I didn't kick her out of bed) and Sam had told me that I didn't kick nearly as hard as Elanor (and she knew this from hard-earned experience). Sam tried unsuccessfully not to laugh when I wound up on the floor, moaning and holding my pussy. Sam pulled me back into my bed and we sat there for a while, pussy rubbing on pussy and kissing messily. After another wonderful, but less violent, orgasm we laid on our sides, boobs pressed together.

I stroked her hair, "That was wonderful sweetie."

"I had fun too. Now I think I can face my classes for the week." Sam pulled her shirt back on and went back to her room. I was exhausted so I fell asleep pretty fast.

We headed toward home for Thanksgiving in a little convoy on Saturday. Sam was riding with me and Lisa was in her white Subaru, Alcyone. Sam found our chatter on the CB really funny, in cute sort of way, especially our callsigns, Curly and Snow White. Lisa talked to her a little on the radio, she decided her callsign would be Horse Girl. We stopped in Charleston for bowls of gumbo and to fill in Mrs. Fontenot on our lives. We didn't give her all the details about our adventure with Jane but from Mrs. Fontenot's reaction we could tell she was familiar with stories like Jane's.

"That poor girl. There are too many men out there who are no good, you girls have good hearts and you did a good thing helping out that girl and her poor little dog." We got massive mom-hugs from Mrs. Fontenot and, of course, bags of beignets to take home with us.

We went to my house first to drop off my stuff and to re-introduce Sam to The Brat. Sam did an admirable job of not staring at Janet's tits and Janet was fascinated that Sam actually had her own horse, in a way Janet still had a little girl's love of horses (and a complete lack of knowledge how much work they were). We had some time before the train arrived to take Sam to Carbondale so we took her to the coffee shop. Ben and Ron where excited to meet her and they agreed that Elanor was a very nice-looking horse. Sam was not a huge coffee drinker but she did like the occasional cappuccino and the shop had a new machine which The Queens were proud to show off to us. Lisa got her usual sticky sweet coffee drink and I got my usual black Darjeeling; it was a chilly November day so it felt good.

Sam gave me a wicked little smile, "You were right about your sister's boobs. She definitely had you beat in that department."

I glared at her, "Thanks for reminding me."

Lisa rubbed my back, "You still have the best pussy though," Sam giggled and nodded. Lisa had told us she had spent many nights comforting Amber (mostly by eating her pussy); she had never had a guy dump her, it had always been her that did the dumping and she did not like being on the receiving end of that transaction. Lisa felt that Amber might be swinging back to being more interested in girls in the coming months, which earned a Spock-like eyebrow rise from Sam. We put Sam on the train along with her beignets, which she was valiantly trying not to eat before she got home, as well as my Crutchfield's catalog so that she could order a new head unit for her truck.

Granddad and Aunt Carla were going to Atlanta for Thanksgiving to spend the holiday with my Aunt Paula and her kids. Hearing about this, Lisa's parents had invited us to come to their house for Thanksgiving. Lisa was very excited by this and her mom had asked me to make some Cajun rice stuffing, so our house would have its share of yummy smells too. Rob and Cherie were going to be there as well and Lisa was excited to see them too. Cherie had called me to say that she thought she might be pregnant but that I was under no circumstances to tell my parents or Janet. She told me I could tell Lisa because there is no way I wouldn't but apart from her she wanted to hold back on the news until they were actually sure and telling Janet would be the equivalent of having it announced on TV at half-time of a Bears game.

Rob and Cherie got to our house Tuesday night; Lisa and I were downstairs watching TV, Mom and Dad were upstairs and Janet was out somewhere, probably fucking Anthony. We both bounced up off the couch when Cherie came downstairs but one look at her face froze us in our tracks.

She didn't waste any time (she's a very direct woman, much like Sabrina), "I got my period on Sunday." There were tears in her eyes but she was bravely trying to hold them back. We both hugged her for quite a while.

I looked up into her eyes (Cherie's one of the few women I know who's taller than me), "How did Rob take it?"

"Your brother was your brother," I let out a bitter little snorting laugh at that one because I knew exactly what she meant, "He was really pragmatic about the whole thing. My doctor did tell me that well over half of possible pregnancies self-terminate in the first two months but she also said there was no reason we can't keep trying."

Lisa kissed her on the cheek (she had to stand on her tippy-toes to do it), "You'll be a great mom."

Cherie stroked Lisa's white hair, "Thanks Lisa."

Thanksgiving was the traditional mountain of food. I was very honored that Lisa's mom asked me to help in the kitchen, Lisa and Janet got to provide some help and Mom was put on table setting and food staging duty to keep her out of the way. I had made my stuffing the night before so all I had to do was to heat it back up. I am sure that Mom was relieved that neither Rob nor Janet let off huge burps to show the approval of the food. Mom did put Rob and Janet to work washing dishes, Cherie helped, which let me and Mrs. P sit down for a while. Lisa came home with me so we could watch the recording of the Macy's parade snuggled up together. I think Janet wanted to snuggle with Lisa too but she (wisely) decided that might well freak our parents right out.

Rob and Cherie stayed in a motel so that meant Lisa and I got to stay in my old bedroom downstairs. We did a lot of kissing and rubbing of full stomachs as well as biting at hard nipples. We sat on the bed facing each other, Lisa's legs around my waist so that we could press our boobs and pussys together. We took our time rubbing against each other and we had two very nice orgasms but without Lisa soaking the sheets.

I held Lisa tight, nice and warm under my quilt, feeling her soft skin on mine.

Lisa was playing with my nipples, "I feel terrible for Rob and Cherie. I can tell Cherie really wants to have a baby."

"I know sweetie. Like you said, she'll make a great mom."

"Am I a bad girlfriend for wanting to fuck Janet again? I can't get those big breasts and her soft blonde bush out of my head."

"My poor little sweetie, totally enthralled by the overwhelming sexuality of the Manning sisters. I guess you'll just have to fuck me twice as much."

"Maybe we can get together with Steph, she does have a nice, blonde pussy too."

"I'd love to see her and Sam fight. That would be so fucking hot."

Lisa bit my boob, "You nasty girl!"

"I think Sam thinks Amber is really hot too."

That got me another boob bite, "That's because she is you silly!"

I gave Lisa an evil smile, "Imagine Holly and Molly Ringwald in an all-out lesbian fuck-battle. I wonder if Molly Ringwald's bush is red too?"

Lisa got on top of me, her nipples on mine, "You evil bitch! I just hope I don't wake your parents up," and with that she started grinding her pussy on mine again, pinning my arms down to the mattress. I wrapped my legs around her so I could slap her butt with my feet. We kept our mouths pressed together in hopes of not waking anyone upstairs and it didn't take long before I was thrashing under my sweetie in the grips of another orgasm. Lisa squirted a little but not so much that we would have to do laundry. After two rounds of fucking we were both ready to go to sleep and Lisa at least was out like a light.

Saturday we all went to Godfather's for pizza because none of us could face more Thanksgiving leftovers. We spent quite a bit of time trying to figure out whose house we could go to so we could have an orgy but no one's house was empty and Rita was in Chicago so her pool house was out as well. We decided to hang out in the coffee shop so that we could go into the back rooms two at a time and finger-fuck each other, that would have to be enough for now. Lisa was in back with Michelle so I was on the Crying Couch with Ellie in my lap.

I played with her long (now past her butt) black hair, "How's your first semester going?"

Ellie tweaked my hard nipple through my shirt, "It's hard work. It's weird being away from Mom and the Urchins, sometimes it's almost too quiet."

"You fucking anyone?"

That got me a nice, lounge-swirling kiss, "Not on a regular basis. My roommate is definitely straight so I don't talk sex with her. I had a few flings with guys after parties but I haven't met any girls that can match you or Lisa." Here her pretty face got serious, "She was a total bitch to all of us but I still miss Charlotte."

"Have you gone to see Carrie?"

"No. I think that would be too weird."

When Lisa and Michelle reappeared, I took Ellie by the hand and found a storeroom. I bent her over a table, pulled her tight jeans down and buried my face between her tight butt-cheeks, pushing my tongue up inside her while I slid a wet finger into her butt. I was going hard at it and it didn't take long for her legs to be shaking and her juices to run down her thighs. She pulled my jeans down and had me sit on her pretty face, I could see her big, brown eyes looking up at me as she noisily licked my pussy. She held on tight, keeping me from kicking over a chair or something like that. Our friends smiled knowingly when we returned and I got another cup of tea.

Alecia was finishing her first semester at Wilberforce University in Ohio. Her dad had gone to school there and she said she was really enjoying it. "I really like not being the only black girl in my classes," she told us. She was studying Mass Communications and, no surprise, minoring in music. She did tell us that one downside of going to a small school, Wilberforce only has 1200 students, was that it was hard to be in the closet and be sexually active at the same time, so she was keeping her sexuality pretty much to herself. She said she had met a few nice guys but that she really missed us girls. I was very happy to learn that her mom and dad would be away at New Year's, they would down in Alabama where her mom was from, and so she planned a party and she quietly told us that, like Steph's party the year before, nudity would be mandatory. Now I really had something to look forward to.

Back at school Sam was very excited to show us her truck. Her dad had gotten it at a government auction in Marion and, she explained to us, it had been owned by the Forest Service so it was painted Forest Service green, a shade not too far off from green toothpaste. Sam didn't care, she was overjoyed to have something to drive. It was a 1985 Ford Ranger with a bench seat (so three people max, if the middle person was small), her oldest brother Dan had found an aluminum shell to put on the bed to let her protect things from the weather. Her dad had also put a trailer hitch on it so she could pull Elanor's trailer with it too. It just had an AM radio so she was also very happy she had found a Pioneer system she could afford and that looked like it would be easy to install. Once that was in she would decide about new speakers in the doors, but one thing at a time. I talked to Clarissa on the phone and she said that while she would be out with her dad and Georgia at some event, that she was definitely not excited for, in Springfield I was free to use her garage. I had finally met her dad and step-mom, her dad was a nice enough guy but he was totally dominated by Georgia; true to Clarissa's description Georgia wasn't a nice woman. Lisa heard her make a comment under her breath when she met me of "Great, another fucking fat girl" and it took all her self-control not to punch her teeth down her throat. You do not mess with the Elf Queen.

Sam had also started going to the QSA meetings with me. After her warm welcome at the Halloween Ball, and after several pleasurable nights with me and Lisa (separately and together) I think she had decided she might like girls more than she had originally thought; Lisa was sure Sam was now in the Lesbian Until Graduation cohort. Like me, Sam did not find herself attracted to the really butch girls, but also like me she was attracted to big girls. There was enough overlap with the science fiction and fantasy club that she could always find some other girls to talk to, many of them were totally enthralled with having a very passable Éowyn in their midst.

I enjoyed talking to Shelly at the meetings, she had been riding motorcycles since she was too young to do so legally and she really knew a lot. What piqued my interest was that she had started doing motorcycle drag racing on an old Kawasaki H2 Triple; I eagerly said "Yes" when she asked if I wanted to be part of her crew. The crew was almost all science nerds, as a math person she was an outlier (that bit of math humor made her giggle) and there were several girls on the crew as well. The racing season would begin in the spring and she said I should bring Lisa along, "To put Rebecca in a sharing mood," she added with a sly smile.

Sam was excited when her radio arrived, she had carefully unpacked it and she was reading over the instructions when I got home from class. I sat beside her, looking over the mounting hardware and the installation instructions. I told her how Lisa and I were going to spend the weekend at Carissa's house and she was welcome to stay with us and that was when she started blushing and giggling (hearing a girl as big as Sam giggle is an odd experience).

"We can have fun Friday night but," and here she paused, "I have a date Saturday night."

I hugged her and kissed her hard, "Who is it?"

Sam was still blushing, "Her name is Tracey and she grew up not far from where I'm from; she's from Shawneetown, over on the Ohio river just across from Kentucky. She has a horse too and his name is Waldo. And yes, she has had heard every single `Where's Waldo?' joke." Sam was smiling broadly. "I'm taking things slow, I don't want to scare her off, but I hope we can all go out together sometime." She looked at me, quite serious now, "So no talk of orgies just yet young lady!"

I got up and curtsied (as best as I could remember how) as befitted a princess of Rohan, "Yes Ma'am."

"Where are you two going?"

"We're going to a steak place over close to where the old railroad yards were, then we're going to the campus theater to see Robin Hood."

"Me and Lisa have seen that movie, the actress who plays Marion is very yummy."

"Yes, I know." Sam had such a nice smile.

I picked up pizza on the way over to Clarissa's empty house. Sam re-told the plans for her date to Lisa. Lisa clapped her hands in front of her mouth with joy, it was so adorable. She was really excited at the thought of another lesbian couple that we could go do things with, things that were more than just whirlwind group sex (not that she was opposed to group sex).

Sam also told us the tale of how her and Brenda, the other girl that was on the football team with her, also wanted to try wrestling on the school team. "We got shot down hard for that. I guess playing football was O.K. because with the helmets and the pads and all you couldn't really tell we were girls but there would be no hiding our genders in wrestling singlets. We were disappointed, though my parents certainly weren't, but we did try a little on our own. We wore shorts and sports bras and tried to mimic the college wrestling we saw on TV. I don't think there anything sexual on her end but I do remember getting embarrassed when I would notice a wet spot on my shorts."

We went downstairs to the exercise mat. Lisa had announced she wanted to wrestle Sam and I was eager to finger myself while watching them. Sam had several inches and a good thirty pounds on Lisa but Lisa was really flexible and, as I could attest, she was much stronger than she looked. Her struggle would be to not give into her already apparent lust before she had Sam pinned under her. As they circled I was rubbing my pussy furiously, the sight of the breasts swaying as they moved had me in a frenzy. Lisa knew the only way she could beat Sam would be to get her in between those strong legs and squeeze, hoping that the pressure (and the sexual desire) would weaken my sexy suitemate. Lisa was not holding back on getting rough and I could see both her and Sam were enjoying it. Sam actually got Lisa off her feet and slammed her down on the mat before dropping her big, gorgeous, nude body on top of my sweetie. Lisa responded by grabbing at Sam's pussy, digging her fingers in hard and making Sam's brown eyes go wide. After several minutes of rolling on the mat Lisa got Sam's head between her deadly thighs and started to squeeze her neck, all the while pulling on her hair. Sam continued to struggle but her face was turning quite red and finally she slapped the mat in submission.

Lisa wasted no time, like a flash she released Sam and was up on her, sitting on her cute face, fingers buried in her hair, moaning and jerking as Sam licked her pussy. Lisa was really cranked up because her orgasm came fast and it came very wet. Sam's hair was drenched and she was lying in a puddle on the mat. I crawled over between Sam's legs, spread them wide, and then moved in to lick her wet, pink pussy; Sam's bush was soaking wet as well. Lisa kept riding Sam's face as Sam kept sucking on Lisa's swollen clit.

Lisa and Sam took a nice shower together, they were both pretty sticky, while I waited in the bedroom. I was in the bed when they came in, "Did you ask her baby?"

Lisa smiled, "I did and she's interested." Lisa was talking about our dildo; just like me and Lisa, Sam had never had a cock inside of her (she admitted to a few hand-jobs and one brief and very messy blowjob) and she was curious how it felt. The two of them had talked about it in the shower and Sam wanted to be on top; she watched with obvious lust as I worked the dildo up inside my pussy. I laid there on my back, a purple plastic cock emerging from my brown bush. She straddled me and lowered herself down, the purple shaft disappearing inside her. I was holding her hip but I didn't get to watch for very long since Lisa decided to sit on my face (Poor me!) so my tongue could go to work on her pussy.

It took a while but I felt Sam's body jerk several times as she reached orgasm once again. She and Lisa got off of me, finally letting me catch my breath (Having two big girls on top of you is hard work!). I pulled Sam close to me and kissed her for a while, "How was it baby?"

"It was strange. I mean, it felt good, but it didn't feel real. It didn't feel nearly as good as having your tongue or Lisa's fingers inside me."

I stroked her hair, "I feel the same way, it's just not the same as having a real girl fuck me. I think that it's part of my just not feeling any attraction to guys. But you know, just to be thorough, we should see if you like it up in your butt."

"O.K. let's try it. I certainly like it when you girls put your fingers up my butt." Sam rolled on her stomach, her nice muscular ass raised a little. Lisa applied a generous amount of lib to her tight hole and to the dildo before I began slowly pushing it in. Sam made a low-pitched "Ooooooo" sound as it slid inside her, Lisa was watching all this with three fingers up inside her pussy. I began pumping in and out, slowly at first, but picking up speed. I was also playing with Sam's pussy from behind and it was some combination of these things that put her over the top. Her big body jerked three times and her pussy erupted, small compared to Lisa but still enough to wet down the towels under us (we were doing our best to avoid having to wash the sheets). I pulled out, mesmerized by the sight of her butthole opening and closing.

I rolled her over, sitting on her belly so I could pinch her nipples, "Was that more fun?"

"I liked it, but I kept feeling like I needed to poop. It was a better orgasm than when you did my pussy though."

Sam went to one of the other bedrooms, "It's nothing against you girls, but three of us in one bed is kind of crowded and I want to be nice and rested for tomorrow." We both kissed her good night and Lisa snuggled up against me, her warm butt on my bush.

Lisa went and got donuts in the morning, we all love fried bread, while I set up in the garage with Sam helping me. Sam definitely approved of my insistence on proper lighting and she also knew her way around a toolbox (I liked having another sexy tomboy to hang out with); I could definitely get used to having two sexy assistants. Once I got to work both girls knew to stay out of my way, when I'm in the electrical zone I'm not much of a conversationalist; we had grabbed Clarissa's portable CD player so that we could listen to Social Distortion (their break-out album) as I worked. The Ranger was certainly easier to work with than Rita's little Miata had been or even Alcyone (Lisa's Subaru) and it took me a bit over an hour to get everything hooked up.

We took the truck out for a test run, Lisa was quite cozy in the middle of the seat, with my usual test-tape of Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song. Sam and I agreed the stock speakers were not really up to the task and that sometime before we left school in May I would need to install some better ones but Sam was happy. Her musical tastes ran more toward country but she did admit to liking Social Distortion's punk and rockabilly sound.

After cleaning up the house Lisa and I went to see a movie too. I had heard good things about the film Casino and I was intrigued, partially because of the stories Dad and Granddad told about Mr. Graff and his law firm and their purported involvement with the Chicago Outfit. Lee's dad was a huge fan of Martin Scorsese's work and he had recommended me going to see it too. It was a long movie, almost three hours, and I am sure I missed something when I just had to go pee, but it was a fascinating story and it ensured that Las Vegas made it on to the list of places we had to visit someday (Las Vegas is no fun if you aren't 21 yet). We also both agreed the Sharon Stone was quite yummy. I liked the movie enough that I checked out Nicholas Pileggi's book that the movie was based on from the library.

After the movie we went for dinner at what passed for Mexican food in much of the Midwest at the time, Chi-Chi's. It wasn't that good but it was what we could get, I used lots of hot sauce on my chimichanga. Back in my room we were watching Babylon 5 and waiting to interrogate Sam about her date. This week's episode, "Passing Through Gethsemane" really affected Lisa with its parallels to the Passion story. I knew the basics of the Bible story, and the death of Brother Edward was certainly moving, but it had Lisa weeping hard.

Lisa was laying across my lap and she looked up at me, "I wonder if I could be that brave."

I stroked her hair, "I think you are totally brave and we both know some really brave people. People like Rhonda, Sidney, Katherine, Jeanine, Owen, Dennis, and Ben and Ron. You have a well of courage to match anyone I have ever met I will never doubt you."

"Thank you baby." She was kissing me when Sam came in through the door.

Her smile and the dreamy look in her eyes told us a lot. "We had a lot of fun. We talked a lot, it's weird that we grew up so close together but never ran into each other. I think I might have seen her at a horse show at some point but I just don't remember. I dropped her off at her room, she has a single in the big dorm tower, and she stood on a footstool to kiss me goodnight. I think I may have a girlfriend!"

"Good for you! Are you going to see her again?" Lisa was always so cute when she was excited.

Sam's smile was huge, "Yeah. We're going to meet up over Christmas break, she only lives 40 miles away from me."

And that's how my third semester in college ended, it was a happy time, and now I was really looking forward to New Year's Eve.

Even being on the fringe of relationship drama was utterly exhausting and Amber did recover but it was quite a blow to her ego but I doubt her ex ever found someone as hot as her ever again. Sam was practically giddy about meeting a nice girl and we were really happy for her. Christmas break will really descend into sexually depravity. I love hearing from you, my readers, (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org)