A Girl's Story Chapter 23
On June 5, 1996 a fundraiser was held at the Field Museum in Chicago to raise money for Northwestern University's Cancer Center along with several other cancer-related charities. The guest of honor was to be Princess Diana, a woman I had fantasized about since I was a little girl, so when I was invited by my friend Rita's parents to go with them to the gala (Lisa was invited too) I jumped at it. As always this is primarily a work of fiction but it is based on events in my life, had my life been the plot of a lesbian romance movie.
Part 23: Meeting an Actual Princess
At the end of May Lisa and I went home to attend Janet's graduation. Lisa had kept me informed of my little sister's plans, she talked to Lisa much more than she talked to me. Lisa was the cool queer big sister; I was actual family and thus not cool no matter how queer I was. In the fall Janet would be attending the University of Indiana School of Music and she was really looking forward to this. Indiana is renowned for its music program and her friend Rhonda was a student there as well, in fact they would be roommates (and possibly friends with benefits) for at least Janet's first year. Janet's lesbian tendencies had cooled quite a bit (according to Lisa) but I was pretty confident she would be fucking Rhonda (she was a very cute girl) and she might well try to taste Lisa's pussy one more time before she left for college. Janet had considered going to Illinois Wesleyan but, according to Lisa, the thought she might wind up in some twisted three-way lesbian relationship involving her big sister was just too weird to contemplate.
Ellie had finished her first year at Eastern Illinois with way better grades than I had ever gotten. Ellie was determined to do well at school and she was equally determined to show Mrs. Graff that her faith her Ellie's future was well-placed. Ellis promised us that she would come visit during the summer because she told us she was totally ravenous for pussy.
We sat with my family for graduation; Rob, Cherie, Granddad, Aunt Carla, and Aunt Paula (from Atlanta) were all there. Lisa and I cheerfully waved at our old nemesis, Mrs. Cohn; she just glared at us; clearly she was sad we had not been crushed by a meteor and I assumed she was going to be glad to be rid of me and my troublesome family. Back at home we had a cookout in the backyard, I had made a Cajun spice potato salad, before Janet took off to be with her friends at their various parties. Janet, Cherie, and Aunt Paula thought my potato salad was good, just too spicy for what it was. Granddad, Dad, and Lisa, on the other hand, practically licked the bowl afterward.
Aunt Paula had launched into a wandering story about this new guy she was dating, Dad privately referred to him as "Her next ex-husband," which earned him a glare from mom. This guy sounded quite wealthy; though I had no idea if he was comparable to the Graff's, and I was confident he was not in the same league as Jan's family. Aunt Paula's relationship history was laden with drama and extravagant break-ups; I figured Dad was probably right about this one too.
We went over to Rita's house before we headed back home. I was happy to see Ellie there but a little disappointed that Carrie wasn't there. Rita's mom and Katherine were at the house as well so we couldn't swim nude, but we made up for that in the pool house. We told Ellie about our interesting evening with Jan, Greg, and Zara; Ellie was totally intrigued about mine and Lisa's take on fucking guys, it was also clear to us she continued to lust for Jan's massive cock. We weren't sure how much privacy we would have so we restricted ourselves to just finger-fucking each other, along with some serious boob-rubbing; it was still fun
Rita told us she would be there at the house for most of the summer and she wanted us to come visit when we could. Her dad was leading the defense team for a pretty high-profile trial involving one of his more colorful (as Mr. G liked to put it) clients. Rita told us he always preferred that her and her mom not be around during these trials, just to be out of the public eye. I wondered if there was some actual danger to them, but Rita didn't think so. Since Mrs. G would be there at the house she had asked if Ellie would like to be her office assistant for the summer, and Ellie was overjoyed by that offer; it was a much nicer job then working at the bookstore in the mall. Jan would be starting his MBA program in July so Ellie also bravely volunteered to help service Rita's sexual needs. Rita's smile at this thought was pretty predatory, Ellie was going to get all the pussy she could eat. We told the girls they were also welcome to come see us now that we had our own place and that we had a proper sized bed. Rita definitely liked that idea.
Returning to our apartment (It felt so good to be able to say that!) we got ready for the big night. I went with Lisa to the women's store on the square to pick up her dress. There were two women there who had done a few alterations on the dress and they looked everything over with expertly critical eyes when Lisa tried on the dress, I was sure Mrs. Graff would have approved, before carefully packing up the dress for our trip north. Lisa definitely looked like she was ready to meet royalty and I was certainly hoping she would go commando under it.
We were going to head to Chicago a few days before the event so that we could pick up my dress, and to allow for time for any last-minute alterations. We took the train, as usual. I hate driving in the downtown Loop area, especially in something as big as my Jeep, and it's not like there is any place to park anyway. Since Rita will always arrange rides for us from Union Station taking the train makes lots of sense. The night before we left I got a phone call as we were both sitting naked on the couch (we were naked a lot). It was Cornelius.
"Cindy my dear, I come to you asking for a huge favor in my time of dire need." (He really talked like that)
"What do you need my friend? After all you have done for us all you need to do is ask."
"My assistant had to go to the hospital with her damned appendix and I can't do the job at the fundraiser on my own. Could you help me out with it? You would mostly be doing clerical things, maybe some work repositioning the camera and the studio lights. You could even get some candid photos of the attendees if you wanted to."
"Of course I'll help you!" I paused for a moment, "Can I still wear my dress?" I would hate to have spent what for me was quite a bit of money only to not get to wear it.
"Of course my dear. There will be an added bonus for you as well."
"What's that?"
"You can be there when I take to official photos of the Princess."
I actually slid right off the couch and right onto our nice wood floor landing on my big bare bottom, in fact I think I almost fainted. I was certainly struck speechless; I babbled for a few seconds, probably worrying Lisa a bit, before I finally regained my ability to speak. I was not eloquent.
"Me. Princess. Actually talking." I started to squeal.
I could hear Cornelius chuckling, "Yes my dear girl. She's a wonderful woman, I think she will enjoy talking with you. You can also have Lisa there with you too. Oliva Newton-John is a breast cancer survivor and she will be at the fundraiser also. I'm sure Lisa would like to meet her."
"Just tell me where to be and I'm there!"
"We now have a plan dear girl. I'll coordinate with Jeanine and I think this will be a truly magical evening."
I hung up the phone and told Lisa what was going to happen and her blue eyes grew huge. She was excited for me, but she was over the Moon, as our friend Ben would say, at the very thought of meeting one of her musical and acting idols. We were holding each other's hands and jumping up and down, our bare breasts bouncing in unison as we quite literally squealed with excitement.
Rita and Jan met us at Union Station and we were taken directly over to the Marshall Field store, where Carolina was waiting for us. The dress was on its hanger and I did my best not to cry when I saw it, fortunately I didn't have as big an audience to watch me bawling this time. We were met there by the Russian ladies, Carolina called them "The Alterations Goddesses," and I went in the fitting room with Lisa to put it on. We had been to Victoria's Secret at the mall before we left and where Lisa, along with one of the girls working there, helped find me a bra that actually fit me properly. I pretty much wore sports bras all the time (I still do) so wearing something white and lacey was another brand-new thing for me. It definitely pushed my boobs up and it was cut so that it didn't show when I was wearing the dress. I walked out of the dressing room terribly worried I'd trip over the hem of the dress or something.
The Russian ladies fussed over me in a very grandmotherly way; Carolina, Rita and Lisa all looked exceptionally pleased with the results; when I looked at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the girl looking back at me. Lisa rummaged around in her bag, it was way too big to be called a purse (it was almost as big as my camera bag).
"Here. You need to wear this, at least for now," and she put Lady Victoria's tiara on my head. That was it, I lost it, I was blubbering, crying pretty-girl happy tears; Rita and Lisa joined right in with me, Carolina struggle to maintain her composure in front of her coworkers, but it was a losing battle. The Alterations Goddesses told me all sorts of things in Russian, none of which I understood; I just smiled, nodded, and said "Thank You!" a lot. We got the dress into its bag and headed back to the Graff's apartment; Mrs. Graff had seen me in the dress before and she informed Mr. Graff he would just have to wait until the next night.
"Cornelius Llewellyn called me and told me you're helping him out tomorrow night so figured you wouldn't mind if I used your ticket for someone else."
"Of course not!"
Mrs. Graff smiled. "Rita has become friends with the wife of one of the junior associates; she's been none too impressed with how she's treated by her husband and Katherine and I have to agree with Rita on that. You've met her before, she's that young kindergarten teacher Cassie."
"Yes, I remember her. I think she's a wonderful person to invite."
With the Graff's in the same apartment we didn't have the opportunity for pleasantly loud sex, we did lock together in a tight 69 so our moans were muffled by burying our faces in each other's pussy.
Come morning, more like early afternoon, I was already nervous. Rita came and got me out of bed, telling Lisa she had to fend for herself for breakfast (or lunch), but Rita was going to do my hair and makeup so I was ready when Cornelius came to pick me up. Rita knew just what to do, she knew my hair was totally unmanageable in the June humidity so she just pulled it back and tied it in a ponytail with some blue ribbon. She didn't put a lot of makeup on me, and what she did use she assured me was Weepy Lesbian Girl-proof; she knew full well what was likely to happen when I met Diana. Finally, I was ready and Rita and Lisa helped get me dressed. I was wearing my new bra (it felt weird) and very plain white panties. I did bring my Spanish 8 Reales to wear around my neck, Lisa had her old Chinese coin, and I noticed Rita was wearing something similar.
She saw me looking at her chest, and not just my usual ogling her lovely tits. "Jan was inspired by your coin so he found this one for me. It's 2 ½ guilders from the reign of King William the First; it's called a Rixdollar." I gave her a kiss and squeezed her big boobs, "He's a good boyfriend."
Since I would be helping Cornelius to set up his gear I would get changed into my dress at the museum and so I went out the car wearing my overalls and a tank top. but with my hair all done up and actually wearing makeup; it felt so very weird. We got the Field Museum, which is a gigantic, sprawling maze of a building, and went in. Security seemed to know Cornelius, I think everyone knew him by his amazing suits, but they were very skeptical of a girl wearing overalls and blue high-tops. For the first time I heard Cornelius getting annoyed, there was definite edge to his voice as he explained that I was his assistant and that was to be the end of that. I was impressed that he, like Mrs. Graff, never raised his voice but he made it clear that this was not a subject for discussion.
We got all the lights set up, testing things along the way, and he showed me how to load 220 roll film into a Hasselblad film back. My main job would be to keep him supplied with film and to keep track whose photos were on which roll. It was about a half hour before the people started to arrive when I was shown an office where I could get changed. I put my overalls in my duffel bag and carefully put on my dress, realizing, to my horror, that I could not zip it up. I finally found a girl who was part of the catering staff, very cute Hispanic girl by the way, who saved me; after she zipped me into my dress she gave me a nice pat on the butt too.
I was feeling very official as the guests started to arrive, I had one of Cornelius' 35mm cameras with a flash unit and a rather heavy battery back in a shoulder bag. I was getting candid shots of various folks as they arrive, no sign of the Princess yet, but I did get to photograph several Bears cheerleaders who were there with guys older than my dad (that was kind of creepy but I did enjoy the massive cleavage displays)
After Lisa and the rest of the Graff's party arrived Cornelius smiled at me and patted me on the shoulder, "You've done a fine job, now go be with Lisa" and I was off-duty until the official publicity shots started. Lisa, of course, looked like a complete goddess but Carolina and Rita were looking very pretty as well. I was very curious about their bras, I really wondered how they could display that much tit and not worry about something popping out every time they moved. Lisa was holding Cassie's hand, she looked completely dazzled by all the glamorous people; I gave Cassie a big hug, she kissed me on the cheek and patted my butt as thanks for the ticket. Jan, as usual, was the only one of my friends who really looked ready to meet royalty, he was in a formal Edwardian evening suit (no top hat this time); he had seen me in the dress already but this was the first time Mr. Graff and Erin had seen me wearing it. Mr. G was in total agreement with Jan that I really did look like a princess. Cassie whispered in my ear, "Jan is a very handsome man, and Rita has told me how big he is in his pants." All us girls giggled over that one, Jan (sure of what we were laughing over) blushed.
I danced with Lisa most of the time, though I did dance (being quite proper, no boob grabbing) with Cassie once and once with Jan before Cornelius tapped me on the shoulder, "Come along Cynthia, it's time to earn our daily bread." I told Lisa to join me as soon as she could.
At first it was local celebrities, the president of Northwestern University (the Northwestern medical school was the beneficiary of the fundraising), various athletes (I did introduce myself to Ozzie Guillen, who shook my hand, and to Scottie Pippen from the Bulls), Mayor Daley and his wife, and Jerry Reinsdorf (the owner of the Bulls and the White Sox). I was keeping track of who was in each photo in a notebook, and it was while I was loading a roll of film into one of the film backs that I heard Cornelius, "Cynthia, can you come over here."
I got up, turned around, and found myself face to face with one of the most beautiful women on the Earth; Her Royal Highness Diana, Princess of Wales. Two things struck me immediately; she was a little taller than I was, by an inch or two (she was wearing heels), and her eyes were an amazing shade of blue, just like Lisa's.
She greeted Cornelius first, "My dear Mr. Llewellyn, it has been too long!" I could have listened to that voice all night (preferably naked and in bed).
"It has been Your Highness, I think the last time we saw each other was when I shot you for the cover of British Vogue." I felt his hand in the small of my back as he pushed me forward, "This is my assistant for tonight, Miss Cynthia Manning. She's a talented photographer in her own right and she is a very great admirer of yours."
I was thankful she spoke to Cornelius first, it gave me time to calm down enough to talk like a big girl. "It is an honor to meet you Your Highness." Jan had coached me on how to address her, and how to curtsey properly. I knew I might sound like a babbling fan-girl but I went for it anyway, it wasn't like I'd ever get another chance, "You may not remember it but my mother wrote to you two years ago, right before I graduated from high school. Your private secretary sent me a very nice note and a photo of you where you wrote `Love will always prevail' on the back. I still treasure that photo and I totally respect the work you have done with building acceptance for people with AIDS."
It was about now I saw Lisa come into the studio area and I saw she had a young girl with her. It took me a moment to realize it was Sidney, the girl who had flown with us from Michigan to Chicago. Sidney was very excited with all the glitz and glamor, she had told us her cancer was in remission (she had seen her doctor at the Children's Hospital just this week) and that she and her mom were here tonight as guests of Mr. Reinsdorf.
Lisa had was holding Sidney's hand and looking down at her, smiling her best Ingrid Bergman smile when she looked over at me. She stopped dead in her tracks, her hands moving up to cover her mouth; behind her I could see Rita, Jan, and Cassie looking in to the photo area. Cassie had a look of amazement on her face, like she had come face to face with an angel or something. I don't think Sidney recognized who Diana was.
Diana took my hands and I was sure there would soon be a puddle on the floor between my legs. "I do remember that. I was mortified that you and your girlfriend were unable to go to your school dance. That was inexcusable, and frankly it was just plain cruel to you girls."
I turned to motion Lisa over, "This is my girlfriend Lisa, and these are my friends Rita, Jan and Cassie." I noticed than Jan bowed in a very formal way and Diana inclined her head to him (every inch a princess). Cassie was star-struck but she did manage to get words out that she was a kindergarten teacher, which led to her, Lisa and the Princess talking briefly about how much they all liked working with little kids. I pushed Sidney over to her, "This is our friend Sidney. She's one of the people who benefits from the money that's being raised here tonight; she's been fighting cancer for several years and she is a very brave girl."
Diana actually went down to one knee, so she was at Sidney's eye level, "I'm please to meet you Sidney. How old are you?"
I think Sidney now realized who she was talking to, but she didn't go silent like some kids would, she spoke right up, "I'm 12 and I'm starting the 6th grade in the fall."
"You're the same age as my youngest boy Harry. You definitely are a very brave little girl." She patted Sidney on the cheek; Diana's smile could have melted a glacier and I was now feeling really wet just being this close to her.
Cornelius took many photos of Diana, and when it was close to time for her to return to the main room she motioned for me and Lisa to come over. I am proud to say that my knees did not buckle when she put one arm around my waist and that I also did not start moaning and twitching with multiple orgasms either. Cornelius took photos of me and Diana and several with me, Diana, and Lisa. He even took one of all of us together. On her way back out to the main hall she even complemented Lisa and I on our shoes. I've had some amazing moments in my life, but the only thing that ranks higher than this day was the day Lisa and I finally got married (that's years in the future Dear Readers).
I hustled and got back to work; I would be forever grateful that Cornelius had stalled enough for me to get to talk to Diana and I vowed that if he ever asked me to I would gladly kill any or all his enemies for him. I was busy writing named down while also arranging new and exposed film rolls when I looked to the door and saw a blonde woman come in. Lisa was chatting with Cassie, I noticed she had her hand on Cassie's butt, when I went over, putting my arm around her, "Turn around babe." Lisa did her best not to squeal, but she was not entirely successful. I was struck my how Olivia Newton-John also had the dazzling smile of someone with a very good dentist. She was just a little shorter than Lisa and of course she looked absolutely stunning.
Lisa hand her hands over her mouth again, totally unable to talk like a big girl, so I did my part to help my sweetie. "Ms Newton-John, this is my girlfriend Lisa Pickett, and she is a huge fan of yours."
She smiled at Lisa and took both her hands, "Please, it's just Olivia. I'm happy to meet you Lisa." By now Lisa was able to talk, though she was talking very fast (she does than when she's nervous), and she told Olivia the story of getting that note from her two years ago and how Olivia's example had helped give her the strength to hold it together when she learned her mom might have cancer.
"I remember that letter. I was so sad you couldn't go to your prom, I really hate that gay people face so much fear and scorn in this world. Are you still acting?"
Lisa talked her all about her work in college and with summer theater and how it was her portrayal of Sandy in Grease that earned her two scholarships to go to Illinois Wesleyan. Lisa actually started to sing the final lyrics to "Goodbye to Sandra Dee" and Olivia joined in with her. It was a tribute to Rita's skills that Lisa's eye makeup didn't totally run because the tears were flowing strong. Cornelius got photos of Oliva and us together as well and I am proud to say neither of us collapsed in noisy, wet orgasms right in that moment.
Cornelius promised to send me copies of the negatives of all our photos so when walked down the steps in front of the museum I then realized what people meant when they say the felt like they were walking on air. We went back to Rita's place but, sadly, Cassie did not come with us. Before she caught her ride home we both kissed her properly and she did participate some energetic champagne-fueled tongue-swirling with us and so I hoped that meant we might get her naked someday.
Back at Rita's it was just us three girls, I think Jan recognized that we needed some girl-time. Lisa and I very carefully hung up our dresses and went back out to the main room happily nude and quite happy to see Rita sprawled on the couch, her almost hairless-pussy and her big tits on proud display. We crawled over to her, spreading her firm legs wide enough so that we both could devour her pussy. After a series of quite loud orgasms we switched places to that she could take turns on us, rubbing our pussys with her big, erect nipples.
The next morning, after breakfast at a diner, I had biscuits and gravy and Lisa had (no surprise) French toast, Rita dropped us off at Union Station to take the train back home. Dennis and Owen met us at the station; Owen, of course, wanted to know all the details of what Diana was wearing and I did my best to describe her; his wry smile told me he could hear the boundless lust in my voice. Back at our apartment we pretty much collapsed into our bed, after carefully hanging up our dresses in our small closet.
Sunday we went over to Owen and Dennis' house. I had been fulfilling my end of the deal that I made with Dennis; his grandmother and great-aunt loved my food, Dennis said I had a real flair for combining traditional Cajun dishes with, as he put it, "Proper soul food." Tonight I had made blackened catfish with dirty rice and hushpuppies and by the end of dinner there were maybe a few molecules of food left; Dennis told me how important it was to him that his grandmother was enjoying getting out of her house and being out with friends. "She was skeptical at first that a downstate white girl could make such good food but now I think she considers you and Lisa to practically be her adopted granddaughters." She knew we were gay, but she never really mentioned it, just as she never talked about Dennis and Owen's relationship.
After dinner, as Owen and Dennis were washing up, Grannie T, that's what she wanted me to call her, put her hand on mine, "Cynthia, I'd like you to ask you something." I had told her that very few people called me "Cynthia" and she could call me Cindy, but she just waved that off. "Two Sundays from now our church is having our annual Juneteenth service and dinner on the grounds potluck. I'd like you to come as our guest and I wanted to ask you to make that delicious shrimp and oyster gumbo again."
"I'd love to come, thank you so much! I do have to ask though, what's Juneteenth?" I really had no idea, it was another sign of my sheltered small-town upbringing, but Lisa admitted she didn't know what it was either.
Grannie T (her name was Theodora) and her sister (Alberta, she wanted us to call her Auntie A) smiled, "That's O.K. girls, not many white folks know about it, but for us black folk this is the day we celebrate our freedom. Juneteenth celebrates the day that General Granger issued Order number 3 in Galveston that proclaimed, `The people of Texas are informed that, in accordance with a proclamation from the Executive of the United States, all slaves are free.' We have a special church service where our pastor reads the Emancipation Proclamation and the choir sings `Lift Every Voice and Sing' and then we all go outside the church, if the weather is nice, for a huge lunch."
Lisa was smiling, "I remember that song, I sang it along with my friend Alecia, to celebrate our friend Katherine becoming a lawyer."
That week I went to the union hall to make sure my name was on the lists for work in this local, it was quite likely I would finish my apprenticeship this summer and I was ready to be done with it. The Chief had called me and told me he would be there too and that removed a lot of stress from me; it would be all too easy for a girl that no one knew to get lost in the paperwork shuffle, but The Chief was a well-known person and he commanded a lot of respect. He introduced me to the local president and the local's business agent and he let them know, in a very friendly but no-nonsense way, that he would take it as a personal favor if they looked after me. The local president was a crusty old guy but he had known The Chief since before I was born, the business agent was much younger and he said that, as far as he would be able, he would try to match me up with some of their female members. I mentioned to him how much I had learned from Allison and that got me an approving nod from The Chief.
Lisa had auditioned for a part in the musical 1776, which was being put on by a local theater and, to her great joy, and no small amount of surprise, she got the role of Martha Jefferson (one only two female characters in the show). She would be in rehearsals for a couple of weeks before the first performance.
I got a call from my brother Rob that he and Cherie would come down Friday night with my new bike. To say I was excited was grossly understate things; I was giddy to the point of bouncing. I carefully cleaned out a spot in the cellar and let the folks in the head show, the flower shop, and the jewelry store I would be using a small amount of space. I don't think anyone other than Prudence, a very pretty blonde girl who worked in the head shop, really understood how excited I was. She quietly told me her former boyfriend had ridden a motorcycle and she hoped someday I'd give her a ride. Bad girl that I am, I was ready to give her a ride on my face, she was really cute and had these amazing, pointy tits. I'm a bad, bad girl.
Shelly had told me to call her when the bike I arrived, so she and Rebecca were there when Rob and Cherie pulled up. They had borrowed a friend's trailer and they had brought their bikes too; Cherie explained they wanted to go with me on my first real ride. I did quietly ask Cherie how things were on the baby-making front, she just shook her head sadly and I didn't mention it again. I did tell Lisa, she teared up a bit and gave Cherie a quite long hug. While neither of us really knew our feelings on having kids we both knew we would be very happy being the cool, queer aunts. I'm sure Rob was terribly confused.
I was thankful that my Aunt Carla had been a chunky girl back in the day; that meant her leather jacket fit me pretty well. Rebecca helped Lisa get her helmet on, I think Lisa was hoping for another orgy but Rebecca made it plain to her that she wasn't in a sharing mood today. Shelly admired my new ride; a friend of Cherie's had painted the tank a dark blue color with silver pinstriping and it looked really nice.
We headed north up to the city's reservoir; Shelly and Rebecca in the lead (Shelly knew where we were going), me and Lisa right behind her, and Rob and Cherie in back. I had never thought I would ask Lisa to not play with my boobs but I really needed to concentrate today; I promised her a proper fucking when we got home. We were back home about an hour later and we sat down to some spaghetti; Shelly and Rebecca really liked it, they had never had my cooking before. I carefully backed the bike into the cellar and put a tarp over it; it had been a good day.
The best thing about having our own place was that we could take our time fucking, we no longer felt like we had to rush sex and always worry about someone coming home unexpectedly. Once we were alone I sat on the couch and Lisa sat in my lap facing me. I pulled her shirt off and unhooked her bra, gently teasing her hard nipples with the very tip of my tongue. I slid my hands into her jean, squeezing her firm, smooth butt as she rubbed up against me. Lisa pulled my t-shirt and sports bra (God I love those things!) so she could press her nipples to mine, rubbing our tits together.
Lisa stood up and slithered out of her jeans, kicking them off to the side (they landed on my stereo). I grabbed her hips and pulled her in close to me, pushing my face into her soft, and quite damp, white pubic hair. I my tongue swirled around her warm clit, my hands kneading her firm buttcheeks. I think Lisa was close to orgasm when she pushed me back onto the couch and unbuttoned my jeans, she pulled them off and pulled me down on the floor so we could sit with our pussys mashed tight to each other. We already knew, because the staff at the head shop had told use, that they could hear us if we got loud in the shop, but we were kissing fervently enough to muffle a lot of sound. We took out time and climaxed almost simultaneously, holding each other tight as our pussys spasmed. We sat there on the floor so a nice, enjoyable time, just holding each other's naked body.
We got into a nice rhythm, I would get up and go to work, I was on a crew working on a new university building and Lisa would go to the studio to teach her young dance students; sometimes she went to the church to help the music director plan things (she was actually getting paid a little bit for that and she loved it). Sometimes I'd take my lunch with me to the job site, sometimes I'd come home for lunch. The days when I came home for lunch were usually also the days where I turned on the crockpot to make spaghetti, or gumbo or something else that needed to simmer for a while. Like Mom I always made too much, which did make for yummy leftovers, and I would invite our neighbors to come eat dinner with us too. Prudence came pretty often, she loved my gumbo, and the two of the girls who worked in the flower shop would come around whenever they smelled the spaghetti sauce simmering. We could count on Holly and Clarissa to come by pretty often too; poor Holly was still forced into endless dieting by her mom who was convinced that by September she would be too fat to be a cheerleader. Holly was in better shape than anyone I knew, except for Dennis; her mom just enjoyed being a turbo-bitch who lived through her daughter.
Sunday Dennis came by to take us to his grandmother's church. We were each wearing former homecoming dresses, with matching sneakers of course. I had a crockpot full of gumbo and several loaves of French bread to take to the potluck. At the church I told Lisa that I now had a better idea of how Alecia must have felt being the only black girl in her school. Ours faces, along with Owen's, were the only white faces in the church and I could see people turning around in the pews to notice us; I decided to smile and wave cheerfully. The service was, by our standards, really long. It was very different from the slow, staid liturgy of the Episcopal church, but me and Lisa both agreed the sanctuary choir was incredible. After the service we went outside and I put my crockpot on one of the tables that had been set up for the food. I could smell all sorts of delicious smells and I was sure that I was going eat way too much.
We say at a table in the shade with Owen and Dennis. His grandmother and aunt needed to talk to everyone on their way out of the church so their progress over to us was pretty slow; while we were sitting there I heard a woman's voice shout out "Lisa?" and we both looked up. A very pretty black girl was coming over too us. She was of average height, meaning compared to me and Dennis she seemed short, and she was, to my constantly horny eyes, attractively chubby.
Lisa got up, "Abigail? I didn't know you lived here in town."
"I grew up here in town. Dr. Harrison (the pastor) is my granddad."
Lisa put her hand on my back (it felt nice and warm), "Cindy, this is Abigail. She was in the student production of Godspell with me and she was in my music theory class in the spring."
I got up and Abigail gave me and Lisa each very nice hugs, she had wonderful boobs (I am such a perv!). "So, what brings you girls here?"
Here Dennis spoke up, "Grannie asked them to come. Cindy made the shrimp and oyster gumbo and I can promise you it's really good."
With her dark skin Abigail's smile was quite impressive, "I'll tell Granddad, he loves seafood of all sorts."
True to my prediction I ate too much. Someone had brought barbequed brisket and it was amazing, I devoured a lot of it, along with a big plate of macaroni salad and several hot links. As we were sitting in the shade (we weren't holding hands, Dennis had suggested we remain very discreet), Abigail and Dr. Harrison came over. Dr. Harrison was a large barrel of a man and, if you closed your eyes, he sounded a lot like Morgan Freeman.
"Grandad, this is Cindy. She's the gumbo cook." I stood up and shook his hand.
"Miss Manning, you have made some fine gumbo." He patted has expansive middle and chuckled, "As you can see I do like good food. Miss Theodora had told me Dennis had a friend who was quite the gourmet, I'm glad you came to worship with us today."
I smiled, "Thank you very much, sir. I'm glad we were able to come."
After he had gone Lisa patted me on the butt, "Good job baby, you're getting better with the whole compliments thing."
"I owe it all to you, babe."
Today high school students in Illinois learn about the significance of Juneteenth, but back in the mid-nineties us white kids out on the prairie had no idea what it was. I never did get to meet the princess, or Olivia Newton-John, bit we saw them there in the crowd and it was still a magical evening. We all know what's coming in the next year for the princess and I can tell you, Dear Readers, it will be rough writing about it. Lisa was absolutely gutted in 2022 when we heard the news that Olivia Newton-John had lost her battle with cancer. That night we went to a bar where they had karaoke nights and we knew the owners knew us well. Lisa got up on the little stage, tears streaming down her face, and sang two songs from Grease, "Hopelessly Devoted to You" and "Look at Me, I'm Sandra Dee," and there was not a dry eye in the place.
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