A Girl's Story Chapter 21
This part of the story is one of those bridge sections, so if you are looking for lots of sex you might wait for the next installment. Our heroines do move closer to some BDSM in this chapter and that was certainly a fun experience. As always this is a work of fiction that is inspired by true events. Enjoy!
Part 21 -- Dress Shopping, a trip to Springfield, and a comet
I was happy to see Sam and Sabrina in our suite when I returned to school. Sabrina was her usually odd self, coming right out and asking me about some court case in Hawaii. She seemed quite exasperated that I didn't know about it and she explained that three gay couples were suing the state of Hawaii for the right to get married. Once she mentioned that I knew what she was talking about; I had brought this up to Lisa back when we were seniors in high school and we actually had a real fight over it. Lisa made it very clear to me that she loved me and she wanted to get married someday, but that she would not even consider it until she could get married in the Episcopal church and that was the end of that. I got the message and I never brought up the subject after that. Sabrina told me there was a bill that was going to be introduced in the legislature that would prohibit Illinois from recognizing gay marriages from other states and I explained to her that, while it wouldn't change things for me and Lisa, a law like that was definitely driven by people who were totally afraid of us gay folks.
Lisa was going to be involved in a lot more student-produced shows this semester as part of her classes and she was also starting piano lessons so that meant I would not see much of her except on the weekends. She told me to fuck my suitemates as often as I could, but to just save the weekends for her. I had decided to continue to let Sam and Sabrina continue to make the first move, sex-wise, but I was also not going to kick either of them out of bed.
I was sitting on our little couch watching TV after I got my stuff put away in my room when Sam came in with her stuff. She sat down next to me; I felt quite warm when she put her hand on my thigh.
"Did you get a card from Mrs. Graff too?"
"Yeah, I did and so did Lisa. She sent me some gift certificates and she sent Lisa a theater guild pass for theater productions in Chicago, and we are invited to this big cancer research fundraiser."
"She sent me a card saying that I had money in my account at the Farmers' Co-Op that is enough to cover Elanor's food for quite a while and enough to cover a visit from the farrier too."
I was confused (hardly a new event where horses were concerned), "What's a farrier?"
Sam's smile was incandescent, "A farrier is someone who makes and repairs horseshoes, and Elanor probably needs some new shoes before I take her to the summer camp. I did call Mrs. Graff's office and I told her that I was honored to be invited to that fundraiser but I couldn't go because I will be working at the summer camp. She did send me this photo with the card." Sam showed me what looked like a copy of a pretty old photo of a little girl with long, pigtails wearing a cowboy hat and sitting on a black horse. On the back it read, "My friend David, 1955."
"Oh my gosh, that's Mrs. Graff when she was a little girl in Canada."
"He was a very handsome horse." Sam eyes were bright with tears, she understood far better than I did the bond the Mrs. G had had with her horse David.
"So, when do I get to meet this enigmatic Tracey? Did you two meet up over break?"
"I'm definitely going to invite her to come with us the next time you cook for Lisa's dorm floor and hopefully when we go to the QSC meeting she will be there and you can meet her then. We did get together twice over break; once when the forecast was nice we met at a park with horse trails about midway between our towns, I got to pull my own trailer for the first time and Elanor was a very good girl riding in the trailer." Sam was seriously happy about this. "Then right at the beginning of the year we went to a horse show in Morganfield, Kentucky. Tracey is a really serious rider, she's even done rodeo; at least barrel racing which is the only event they let us girls compete in."
"Wow. Have you ever done rodeo?"
"I tried, but Elanor is not the right sort of horse for barrel racing and I'm just too big. Tracey's quite a bit less chunky than I am and Waldo is a much nimbler horse than Elanor is."
I was a good girl and I did not ask about sex, even though I was dying to know if they had fucked. I was just going to have to remain in the dark for a bit longer. Just the thought of two strong farmgirls fucking like mad had me getting out my magic wand that night; I had to bite my pillow so I didn't wake everyone up.
I was eager for the next QSC meeting, I really wanted to meet this Tracey girl. There was a lot of talk first about the bill that was in a legislative committee that would prevent Illinois from recognizing same-sex marriages performed in other states. There was an announcement that there would be a rally opposing the bill toward the end of March and that there would be more details later. I volunteered to pass the word on to Lisa so she could tell people in IWU's GSA. I felt like such a political rabble-rouser.
I saw Sam's head over the crowd as she made her way toward me. As she got closer I could see another girl was with her, I assumed this to be Tracey. Like Sam, she was not a Barbie doll. She was not as tall as Sam (few girls are) and she had dark brown hair tied back in a very tight ponytail. She had the look of someone who could be described as "rangy" and she gave off a definite tomboy vibe (much like me and Sam), she was wearing jeans and a blue t-shirt. She didn't have big boobs, but her breasts seemed very firm. My mind was racing and I had decided that I would let her and Sam guide the conversation, I had no idea how much she knew about my wild sexuality and I certainly didn't want to scare her off. I flashed Sam a quick smile when I noticed they were holding hands.
"You're Cindy?"
"That's me. You must be Tracey." We shook hands and I made a mental note that she was not, at least on first meeting, a hugger.
"Sam's told me a lot about you. You did a nice job with the stereo in her truck and she tells me you're a good cook too."
"Thanks. You'll have to join us when I make dinner for Lisa's dorm floor the next time."
She looked at Sam, "Lisa's the one you call the Elf Queen?" Sam blushed a little.
"Yeah."
"I look forward to meeting her too. It's nice to be around people where I don't have to hide who I am." Tracey looked back at me, "You're from a small town too, aren't you?"
Yeah, just south of Champaign. It's not as small as where you're from but I had to deal with some pretty hateful people when I was in school."
Tracey nodded, "What I hated most was listening to people I've known all my life talking about how awful gay people are while all the while I wanted to grab them and scream in their face `You're talking about me you fucking asshole and you say you're my friend!' Sam told me you even had a Queer Prom."
"We did, and this was the weird part, two of the people really driving the idea were our moms. I think my mom and my little sister just wanted to see me in a dress."
Tracey smiled, "I bet you looked good."
"My friends certainly thought so. Lisa has tried her best to tame my tomboy tendencies, it's one of the reasons Mom likes her so much."
I saw Shelly at the meeting as well, but no sign of the enigmatic Rebecca. She was smiling broadly as she made her way over to me, putting her arm around my waist (which, no surprise, made me nice and tingly).
"You still want to help out?"
"I certainly do." I was quite flattered that she wanted me to be part of her racing team.
"Good. We need someone who is a good problem-solver and who can be logical about things." She wrote down an address, along with some basic directions as to how to get there (it was out in the country). "You'll get to meet the rest of the gang and Rebecca will be there too." Shelly gave me a sly smile as she told me this.
"Hopefully Lisa doesn't have a rehearsal that night, I'm sure she would be happy to be a spectator."
Shelly's smile was quite a hungry one, "I hope she can make it."
My very low-level fame where car audio installations were concerned had spread. I was happy to help out my friends (usually in exchange for sex or rum) and I was making some extra money from doing work for friends of friends. I was quite pleased to get a call from Holly asking for my help and I was anxious to get her input on what to wear to meet a princess. Lisa had a rehearsal that night (she was in a student production of Godspell, a show she really liked) but she assured me she would get to Holly's house as quick as she could afterward. Clarissa had a math exam that evening but she made me promise to tell her everything that happened and she reminded me that Holly was not opposed to getting rough.
Holly's house wasn't huge, but it was certainly bigger than where I (or Lisa) grew up. Her dad was a construction consultant and her mom did some sort of financial stuff, which meant they both traveled for work a lot. Nothing like how Clarissa's dad and step-mother did, but she did get the house to herself a lot. I was glad I had brought some work lights with me, it was obvious no one did any real work in that garage. Holly met me wearing sweats and an IWU football t-shirt. I though she looked great but she smiled very mischievously when she told me she would change before we took a test ride. I missed having Lisa there, we had an almost psychic link and she was good and handing me the tools I needed. Holly tried her best but she was hopeless where tools were concerned, it was a good thing she was so fucking cute.
Holly had gotten a lot more comfortable with me and Lisa, to the point where she could be quite chatty. I did learn a lot about her life and, just like with Georgia (Clarissa's step-mom), I took a rapid dislike to her mom. She had pushed Holly relentlessly all through school; I got the feeling she was trying to re-live her glory days through her daughter. Her mom had entered her in beauty pageants when she was little; I saw some photos, she was a really cute little girl, but Holly had finally pushed back on that when she got into junior high because there were a lot of creepy guys who came to those pageants. Holly said she enjoyed cheerleading but so many of the girls were so mean to each other that it wasn't fun a lot of the time. Holly's mom had been unbelievably angry when Holly lost the vote for Homecoming queen her senior year; she had actually offered to get Holly a boob job so she would have a better chance of being prom queen. I was caught short when she talked about her mom being utterly livid when she heard that that a girl who had been at cheer camp with Holly had lost out on the Homecoming queen vote to, as her mom put it, "A goddamn rug muncher!" I had to laugh at that one.
"What's so funny?"
"Do you know who that girl was?"
"No. I just know it was in a small town down south from here."
"It was Lisa. We plotted and schemed and in a four-way race she won. The assistant principal tried so hard to get rid of the two of us but we had good friends who helped us out. When we're done we can drive by my dorm and I'll get my photo albums, the safe one and the naughty one." Holly Literally clapped her hands with excitement. "So how did you come to realize you like girls?"
"I was a cheer camp the summer before I started ninth grade. An older girl was helping with some of the moves and when I tried to duplicate her move, instead of grabbing her waist I grabbed her breasts instead. I was really embarrassed and I started apologizing but she smiled at me and said, "I didn't mind." Then she put her arms around me, pulled me in close so that our boobs touched, and kissed me. I really liked that and on the last day of camp she showed me how to finger-fuck her. I was too scared to talk to any of the gay girls in high school because I was terrified Mom would find out, but once I got to college I went to the Gay Student's Alliance and I realized I wasn't alone. Until I met Carissa I never talked to anyone at the meetings, I never even put my hood down, for fear someone would recognize me. Now I know you, and Lisa, and Clarissa and some other girls and it's been wonderful.
Holly's car was a 1988 Pontiac Sunbird convertible that had belonged to her oldest sister. It was a little car, it reminded me a lot of Rita's little Mazda, but it looked like a real sportscar to me. Holly say, "Wait here, I need to change" and I watched her lovely bubble-butt go up the steps into the house. A few minutes later she came out and I did my best not to drool. She was wearing her high-school cheerleader uniform and, as she showed me, she wasn't wearing panties. Her top was cut just below her tits and showed off her quite muscular belly (Holly was in really good shape, which made me feel kind of doughy) and the skirt just barely covered her butt; I am sure she had lots of eyes on her as she went up with me, I was actually glad neither Sam nor Sabrina was in our suite, there would have been a lot of questions. I got my photo albums and we went back to the car. To my great surprise Holly also like Led Zeppelin and so we drove around for a while with the new stereo blasting. It took a lot of effort for me to not get my hand between her white thighs but I didn't want her to drive into a mailbox or something.
Unbeknownst to me, Holly and Lisa had been planning this evening. Holly had given Lisa a key to the house and Lisa went over as soon as her rehearsal was over. When we pulled into the garage my eyes pretty much popped out of my head to see Lisa wearing on of Holly's IWU cheer uniforms. The top was a little loose on my sweetie because Holly has larger boobs, but Lisa was showing off more of her firm belly because she was a few inches taller than Holly; I was quite tingly when she turned around and I saw the green and white skirt didn't quite cover her amazing butt. Both girls were pawing at me when we got out of the car and Lisa whispered in my ear.
"We've been naughty lesbian sluts. You need to punish us Miss Cindy."
I went from zero to 100 on the Mean Girl meter in a femtosecond and my smile (it was more of a leer) got even more predatory when Holly handed me her mom's old sorority paddle.
"We've been so naughty Miss Cindy."
"O.K. you two sexy sluts, bend over the hood of the car and pull up your skirts." The did as they were told, revealing two perfect, quivering bottoms. I trusted Lisa to tell me if I started to go too far and Clarissa had told me Holly liked it rough so I started with two hard swats, one on each lovely ass. By the time I was on my fourth swat both girls had puddles on the garage floor between their legs; their buttcheeks were bright red and I was swinging pretty hard. After number five Lisa squealed "Enough baby! That one hurt!" but Holly (in a voice that was almost a moan) begged for one more, so I really swung for the fences. I put the paddle down and slid a hand between each quivering butt cheek and pushed three fingers into each wet pussy, fingering fucking the girls hard. Lisa climaxed first, giving my hand (and the wall behind me) the full firehose treatment; her orgasm was so strong she sagged down to her knees, just barely hanging on to Holly's car. I began pumping Holly's pussy with three fingers, my thumb pushing into her butt, while I pulled on her dark red hair. Holly, who had been so shy when she first met us, became a foul-mouthed sex fiend once her switch was flipped.
"That's right! Fuck my cunt! Fuck me in my slut asshole! Fuck me like a fucking whore baby!"
Good thing the garage door was closed. Holly's orgasm wasn't as wet as Lisa's but Holly did collapse to the floor, frantically continuing to finger herself. I got them both up and pulled them by their hair into the house, they stripped and I ordered them into the big whirlpool tub in the guest bathroom. I tore my clothes off and stood over them, feet on with side of the tub and pissed on them while they writhed naked in the tub. We all rinsed off and then we both turned our attention to Holly.
"Did you bring the dildo Miss Lisa?"
"I did." She handed me the purple dildo and slid one end up into my wet pussy and laid down on the floor on my back. Lisa positioned Holly over it and then pushed her down, violently shoving the plastic cock deep into her dripping pussy. Holly grabbed my tits, digging her fingers in deep while using her strong legs to bounce up and down on the plastic cock. Lisa stood over me, so that her pussy was dripping on my face, and grabbed Holly's red hair, burying Holly's pretty face in her soaking wet white bush. Holly's orgasms brought on serious flushing on her chest and quivering legs, but they weren't too violent, just loud. She was having a seriously good time.
I pulled Lisa down onto the floor so I could try something new. I had seen in videos couples fucking in the missionary position (I honestly had not known it was called that) and I wanted to try it. If nothing else it would make it easier for me to be kissing Lisa and biting her lovely boobs as I worked her pussy. As I was pumping away, with my baby writhing under me and pulling hard on my curly hair, Holly was behind me, licking furiously at my butthole and she was doing a fine job of hitting my sensitive spot right there between me butthole and my pussy.
We finally had to take a break, even my towering sex drive needs a breather sometimes, and so we showed Holly the photo albums. She was rubbing her bald pussy as she looked through what me and Lisa referred to as "The Secret Archive" openly lusting after both Rita's amazing breasts and Jan's equally amazing cock. She also loved the photos of me and Lisa at the various dances, taking unseemly joy in Lisa's description of her leading me out on the dance floor.
Having recovered we got ourselves in a triangle, one of my favorite things to do, so that we could take turn eating each other. Holly had already experienced my orgasms and the hazards they posed but, like my other gorgeous redheaded sex partner Carrie, Holly was showing herself to be a real pain slut and I think getting a foot to the face made her climax even harder. Lisa and I would have loved to have spent the night with Holly but we both had class the next morning.
Having gotten partially dressed, panties and t-shirts, we did ask for Holly's help with my clothes for the cancer fundraiser. She was still amazed that I would be in the same room with Princess Diana (I never considered the possibility that I might actually meet her) and Olivia Newton-John and she totally wanted to help me. I'm not sure what it is about me that makes people want to see me in a formal dress so badly; I wondered if Sam and Tracey, my fellow big-girl tomboys, dealt with it as well.
It was early February and I was at church to hear Lisa singing with the choir when, after the service as people were drinking coffee (I had my tea), Dr. Hirschhorn came over to me; he was very excited. As usual I asked him what was going on in the sky and it was clear he had been dying for me to ask him.
"Haven't you heard my dear, there's a comet!" I had to admit I had not heard about it, clearly I was reading the wrong magazines.
"It was discovered last month by an astronomer in Japan and it will make its closest approach to the Earth on the 25th of March. I'm going to have a gathering at the house and I hope you and Lisa can be there."
"Dr. H (Despite his repeated requests I just could not bring myself to call him "Ira"), we will most certainly be there. It will even be during spring break so I can stay out late." We both laughed a little at that one.
I was taking a theater tech class that semester and I got my chance to help the director of a student production, Waiting for Godot, with the lighting. The play has a minimal set, a leafless tree, and only five characters and, while I had a hard time following the twists in the dialog, it had some hilariously absurd moments. Lisa was there for the opening performance and she brought Clarissa with her. Sabrina and Sam couldn't make it but I was excited to see Shelly, with her short, spikey red hair. Sitting next to her was a striking woman with light brown skin and short black hair. After the show Lisa and I went to the coffee shop and I invited them to come with us. I had guessed right, this was the mysterious Rebecca.
Rebecca was a big fan of Samuel Beckett, she had majored in English Literature, and she complimented me on my work with the lights. I gave my usual, mumbled, "Thank You," which earned me a playful flick of the ear from Lisa; one of her self-appointed tasks in being my girlfriend was to get me to gracefully accept compliments, she is still working on that one to this day. We tried our best to not pry too much, but we knew so little about either Shelly or Rebecca. Shelly was from Peoria and had done her undergraduate work at Bradley University before coming to ISU for grad school in math. Rebecca was from a little town between Bloomington and Decatur and had met Shelly during her senior year. They didn't go into a lot of details but their story seemed similar to me and Lisa in that Rebecca hit Shelly like a thunderbolt, because they moved in together a few months after their first meeting. Rebecca's mom was from Brazil, both her parents worked for a monster agricultural company in Decatur. Both girls were entranced by the story of Lisa being elected homecoming queen and Rebecca, who had also read Our Town really loved that I had overcome my bladder-emptying fear of being on stage to take on the role of the Stage Manager. We told them they needed to come to the Mersey Ferry for karaoke night to hear Lisa sing, Lisa of course had to throw in that they might hear me too.
The QSC brought in a brass band from the St. Louis area for the Mardi Gras party. Lisa, of course, danced her fool ass off; I spent quite a bit of time sipping on a series of hurricanes, a drink made from a ridiculous amount of rum and fruit juice. That loosened me up enough to dance but, in the words of the film Wild Hogs (which was years in the future), the music moved me but it moved me wrong. Many of the girls there agreed with Lisa that I dance like a fuck, adorably spastic and kind of all over the place. It was still a lot of fun.
Holly took the search for my dress very seriously, to the point where she made me look in fashion magazines before she and Clarissa would fuck me (Evil bitches!); Lisa found this terribly funny. I though most of the really high fashion dresses looked really uncomfortable but Lisa assured me that I would look good in any of them. The subject of sneakers was a tougher one, everyone who knew us agreed that our color-coordinated high-top sneakers were just part of our image. I decided we would have to ask Mrs. Graff and Rita about that one.
I was paying close attention to the sky, looking for the comet that Dr. H had told me about and by mid-March I was able to find it with Granddad's old binoculars. Dr. H seemed to know an endless number of people so when the 25th came his backyard was almost crowded (and it was a decent sized yard). He told us all about the comet and how that its orbit would not bring it back for 70,000 years; I found that quite sobering. I was in between Lisa and our friend Dawn (the one who looks like my little sister) and I was hold both girls' hands tightly. His two daughters had come to town for the party, along with their families, and so he proudly introduced me to his entire family. I did notice I was somewhat close in ago to several of his grandchildren and I got the chance to meet his two daughters as well. One, her name was Donna, told me how her dad talked about me frequently. Donna and her sister had grown up with their dad talking about the stars all the time but they had never developed his passion for astronomy. She did say her dad loved that I always asked him what was going on in the sky and his pride in the backyard where I had worked on the lighting and sound system; she also said that actually knowing a gay couple made him feel very modern and besides, "They're such dear girls." Lisa and I smiled at the one.
I got word from Mrs. Graff that she, Katherine, and Rita would be coming through town on their way to Springfield for the rally opposing the bill that would deny recognition of out-of-state same-sex marriages, she was quite happy when I told her Lisa and I would be there with our respective campus groups. Lisa invited them to spend the night on Friday (it would be Good Friday) because the choir was performing Bach's oratorio St. Matthew Passion and Lisa had one of the lead soprano parts.
I got dressed up for Good Friday; I wore one of my old homecoming dresses, it was a dark blue Asian style dress with a Mandarin collar (I actually like that style) and I was wearing my blue high-tops to go with it as well as my old Spanish coin necklace. Mrs. G, Katherine, and Rita all looked me over and Mrs. Graff was of the opinion that, since I liked that style of dress, maybe that was what I should look for to wear for the cancer fundraiser. Sam came with us, she had never heard Lisa sing in church and she was wearing a nice western-style skirt and top along with somewhat fancy cowboy boots. Mrs. Graff and Sam had definitely bonded over their shared rural upbringing and love of horses. Mrs. Graff pulled Sam off to the side to talk to her and I watched as Sam's eyes grow bright with tears and, possible copying Lisa, she put both hands over her mouth and then she gave Mrs. Graff a big hug. That part was a little funny because Sam is a good eight inches taller than Mrs. G.
I put my arm around her waist, "What was that about sweetie?"
Sam swallowed hard, "Mrs. Graff understands why I can't make it to the fundraiser so she told me that her law firm would make a donation to the camp I work at in the summer." Here she started to tear up, "It's enough to get all of the camp's horses their vet checkups, new shoes if they need them, and repairs to some of the saddles. She said there's a letter going to the camp director and that, officially, the gift is in memory of her horse David."
Lisa and I both hugged Mrs. Graff too, much to Katherine and Rita's amusement.
Rita was familiar with Lisa's talent, but Mrs. G and Katherine had never heard her sing, other than in plays in high school. Katherine leaned over to me, "I now see why she was awarded her scholarships, Lisa is an amazingly talented woman."
I smiled, "Yes she is."
After the service we gathered in the parish hall for coffee and dessert and I was able to introduce Katherine to Dr. Hirschhorn. Unsurprisingly Katherine stood up even straighter (I will never understand how she manages that) and, probably from ingrained habit, saluted Dr. H, "Sergeant Katherine Nettleford, 3rd Marines, sir!"
Dr. Hirschhorn chuckled and returned the salute, "Technical Sergeant Ira Hirschhorn, 105th Artillery Battalion, 27th Army Division." He smiled at Katherine, "Once a marine, always a marine I see. I worked closely with a young marine from Teec-Nos-Pos, Arizona, out on the Navajo reservation; he and I spent many weeks together recovering from our injuries in the hospital in Darwin, Australia. Hiram was a really brave young man, he deserved his Bronze Star far more than I did." Dr. H's face took on a wistful look, "Hiram's gone now, walked the Barefoot Trail, as his people would say, but I stay in contact with his family. Are you interested in astronomy young lady?" Dr. H often joked that at his age he got to call everyone "young".
Katherine gave one of her rare warm smiles, "Cynthia has told me of your incredible knowledge sir. I enjoy hearing from her about what is in the sky; she did inspire me to borrow Mr. Graff's good binoculars to see the comet she told me about."
Hr. H patted my shoulder, "Well done spreading the word Cynthia." He chuckled again, knowing full well that Mom and Katherine were the only two people who regularly called me Cynthia.
The rally in Springfield drew a decent crowd, but it drew some haters too. I think the organizers, and for that matter the rest of us, knew it was a lost cause. Too much anti-gay hysteria had been whipped up but I noticed there were a fair number of religious folks there, including the rector from our church, giving notice that there were a lot of religious people who thought they us gay folks had the same right a get married as anyone else. As we were walking back to the car I noticed a really nasty looking guy, he might as well have had "Redneck" tattooed on his forehead, yelling at us (and especially at Rita for some reason) about us being "sluts" and "whoremongers." Katherine got between him and Rita (and the rest of us) and shot him a look that resulted in him scooting away pretty fast; Lisa and I both wondered if she had her katana handy.
As we rode back toward home I did ask Mrs. G if she thought gay people would ever be able to legally get married; Lisa was leaned up against me snoring her cute little snore with her head on my shoulder. Mrs. G sat there, deep in thought for what seemed like a long while. Katherine was staring straight ahead, as though she had her own opinion but that opinion was one she would keep to herself at this moment.
Mrs. G finally sighed, "I hope so Cindy. The way I interpret the law, the state has a legal interest in regulating marriages in so far as it does with any legal contract. I think any two people, regardless of their gender, who are legally competent to enter into a contract should be able to get married if they want to. I think it will take time, maybe a long time, but I fully intend on being there when you and Lisa get married."
"Even if the state changes the law Lisa won't even consider it unless she can get married in her church."
"That's why people like you and Lisa are important. The more people who see that you two are just two people who love each other will mean there will be more people who will realize that you deserve the same rights that other couples get. It will be people like you who will change the church from the inside."
Back at school we fell back into our rhythm of classes and sex whenever we could manage it. I picked up Lisa and we drove out into the country, following Shelly's directions. We arrived at an old farmhouse with several other cars parked in the lane and light coming from the barn. Lisa seemed oddly nervous so it was my turn to hold her hand tight. Out in the barn there was a group of people gathered around an old, dark red motorcycle and I noticed they all had matching jackets. From my days at the record store I recognized the image on the back of the jacket from the cover of the New Riders of the Purple Sage 1973 album The Adventures of Panama Red, along with the worlds "Panama Red Racing." Shelly introduced me to everyone, Lisa hung back and I noticed that Rebecca had her arm around Lisa's waist and they were laughing together. It was six weeks until the first race of the season so we would be working on the bike to get it ready.
It was a Saturday when Lisa told me to meet her at an old-school women's store on the square. I got there and saw that Clarissa, Holly, and Amber were all there too.
"I found my dress sweetie!" She was so excited she was almost bouncing. I sat down on a little couch next to Amber while Lisa got changed. When she came out I pretty much had to pick my jaw up off the floor and it was a wonder that neither I nor any of our friends didn't start rubbing ourselves right there in the store. My baby was the epitome of sex on two legs. She looked sublimely sexy without looking slutty in a light blue, sleeveless dress with a dark blue shawl (that's what I called it), her white hair cascading down over her shoulders; she was even wearing her blue high-tops.
"Baby, there are going to be two genuine princesses at that party and Diana will be in your shadow." I got up, pulled her in close and kissed her for what seemed like a long time; I wasn't sure what the ladies working at the store thought but our friends thought it was wonderful.
Now we just needed to find me a dress.
Several readers have commented that I should have put this all in the Romance section. I did think about that, but I decided to break it up based on our ages when these events occurred. Lisa still tries to get me to dress up sometimes, but even after being together for 33 years I'm still a tomboy. I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and donations to Nifty are always appreciated (https://donate.nifty.org)