A Girl's Story Chapter 24
Our story continues as our delightful lesbian couple comes back down to Earth after meeting two of their idols; Now we settle into the long, hot Illinois summer, with some fun on the way. As always this is a work of fiction (I wish my life was this exciting!) but it is inspired by true event.
Part 24: Racing, a Beloved Musical, and a Rocking Chair.
It didn't take long living in our apartment to realize we needed an air conditioner. By the end of June it was getting really hot in the afternoons; I didn't mind that we spent a lot of time watching TV in just our underwear or naked, but it made answering the door a bit of a chore. We finally found a little window unit at a thrift store and that kept the bedroom cool, and that was good enough for us. Many Sunday mornings we would sit on the couch reading the Sunday Chicago Tribune, like a lot of downstate folks we got in on Sunday just to keep up with things out there in the wider world. Lisa would go straight for the Arts section, I usually grabbed Sports and the comics. This morning Lisa jumped up and got in my lap, we were both naked so I liked where this was going, and she showed me the listing of upcoming theater productions.
She pointed excitedly at the story, "We have to go babe!"
It took me a moment to figure out what she was pointing at, but I finally got there. What had my sweetie all excited was the announcement that, later in July, the traveling production of Damn Yankees was coming to Chicago and that the role of Mr. Applegate (the Devil) would be played by Jerry Lewis. I was vaguely aware that he had been famous a long time ago but I mostly knew him as "That Telethon Guy."
Lisa took my chin in her hand, turning my head so I was l looking right into those amazing blue eyes, and sang softly, "Whatever Lisa wants, Lisa gets, and little girl, little Lisa wants you." Then she grabbed me by my mass of curly hair and pulled me in, swirling her tongue very aggressively in my mouth. She pushed me down onto my back on the couch and spread my legs wide, slowly pumping two fingers in and out of my now very wet pussy while gently flicking my clit with the tip of her tongue. She pinned my legs down with hers so that when my orgasm exploded out of me I wasn't able to thrash around like I usually did which just intensified things all the more. She rolled down onto the floor so she was propped up on her elbows, her long legs open and her pink pussy contrasting with her white bush. I saw she had slyly hidden the dildo and she now brought it out.
She gave it a long slow lick, "My turn baby."
I slid one end up into my pussy and got between her legs, ever so slowly sliding the purple dildo into her nice, wet pussy. I was on top of her so I could suck on her nipples as I worked the dildo in and out of her pussy. I wrapped my arms around her, squeezing tight so that our boobs were smashed together, and really started working my hips, slamming my hips against her. I could feel Lisa's tasty juices leaking out around the dildo as I fucked her wonderous pussy. She was digging her fingers into my back and wrapping her long legs around my, holding my naked body tight to hers, keeping the dildo buried inside her. Exhausted, we spent quite a while there on our floor kissing and playing with each other's hair.
I had spent the next few days pulling wires through the walls of one of the university's new building and connecting the specialized circuits needed for computer equipment. I was supervised by a woman who knew both The Chief and Allison. Alexandra, she preferred Zander, was a quite attractive woman (Down girl!) in her early 40's with shoulder length blonde hair (going gray in places) tied back in a ponytail. She was married and had two little boys; she had been an electrician for almost 15 years and, like Allison, I found her to be a good teacher. We would chat at lunch and it was during one of those brown-bag lunches that I let her know I was gay. She was quiet for a moment before turning to look at me.
"Are you two happy?"
"Yes, we are; very much so."
She was lost in her thoughts for a moment, "Good for you. The world needs more happy people," and that was the last we mentioned about my sex life.
I would usually get home before Lisa did, which meant I would have dinner ready for us. Like a lot of actors and musicians Lisa had multiple jobs which, when combined, paid decently well (at least for a college student), but it made her schedule complicated. Today she got home before me and I was pleasantly attacked as soon as I came in the door.
"We are going to Peoria on Sunday!"
I was puzzled by the lack of context as well as being distracted by Lisa's boobs mashed against mine. "O.K. sweetie, no problem. Why are we going?"
"I got a call today from the Peoria Chiefs front office, they want me to come and sing the national anthem before the Chiefs game against the Cedar Rapids Kernals next Sunday. I get to sing before a real baseball game!" She was so excited she was bouncing up and down on her toes and that meant I was still very distracted by her bouncing boobs.
"Now that is cool and I will be right there cheering you on. Did you call your parents?"
"Yeah, they said they will be there."
"Nice. I'm going to see if Sam wants to come. The Chiefs are a farm team for the Cardinals and she's a big Cardinals fan. I'll call Mom and Dad too and I think I'll call Granddad and Aunt Carla as well. They're big baseball fans too."
Mom and Dad were very happy for Lisa but they wouldn't be able to come. Granddad and Aunt Carla couldn't make it either, but Sam said she would be there and she would see if Tracey wanted to come too; I was already dreaming of an orgy. When I told Shelly about it she said her and Rebecca would try to make it; Shelly was indifferent to baseball but Rebecca had an odd fascination with the game because of some books that she enjoyed that involved baseball, The Iowa Baseball Confederacy and The Curious Case of Sidd Finch. I decided I needed to find those books at the library.
I usually called Lee once a week, she was my oldest lesbian friends, and I always valued our talks. She had graduated from Grinnell in May and I knew she had been looking for a job since then.
"Guess what slut?"
"What's that whore?" Yes, we talked to each other like that. Lisa found it very odd, but she knew we loved each other.
"I got me a job! I'm going to be a sports reporter for the Cedar Rapids Gazette! I'll mostly be covering high school sports, especially girl's teams." Lee had gone to college on a softball scholarship and she was always annoyed at how women's sports never got equal press coverage.
"Have you been to any of the minor league games there?"
"Yeah, it's a lot of fun. The Kernals are on the road this week so I'll write my stories from the wire service reports."
"I know, they have an afternoon game next Sunday against the Peoria Chiefs; Lisa's going to sing the national anthem."
"Excellent! Maybe it's time for me and Chase to make a road trip." Chase was Lee's very tall and wildly sexy trans girlfriend.
"I hope you can make it, it would mean a lot to Lisa."
Sunday came and, after fueling Lisa up with French toast, we headed up the interstate to Peoria. We had thought about us going on the motorcycle but we decided that it would not be a good look for Lisa to be out there at home plate with her white hair a tangled mess, she wanted it loose and not braided, so we took the Red October.
I'd never been "backstage" at a baseball game it was really quite interesting; we got to meet all the players as well as the staff and we got a tour of the small stadium. A woman from the front office gave Lisa a Chiefs hat to wear; she looked over at my battered White Sox hat with a wry smile and she handed me a Chiefs hat too. I put it on, I was good with supporting my baby for the day.
Before batting practice started we went out onto the field to do a sound check and I did mention to one of the stadium sound guys that Lisa had a really powerful voice. He just nodded at me and I was thinking, "O.K. dude, but if she blows out your amp it's not my fault."
Lisa has this ritual that she goes through whenever she sings solo, she's a lot like a baseball player in that respect. She bows her head a little, almost like she's praying, takes a deep breath and looks up, often looking straight at me. First she warmed up, as she usually does, with "You'll Never Walk Alone," giving me her best Ingrid Bergman look as she sang. I could not help but notice that many of people in the stadium, including players for both teams, were watching her with admiration (she was singing without any accompaniment). I really wanted to shout out "That's my fucking girlfriend!" but I restrained myself. True to my prediction about three measures into the national anthem there was a brain-rupturing blast of feedback before the sound tech dialed back the microphone gain. Lisa smiled and started again, this time it went fine, even that high note right at the end. This got her some very enthusiastic applause from the little crowd and she whipped off her cap and bowed to the audience in a very theatrical way; I was so proud of my sweetie! She had her new Chiefs hat on and someone she knew who worked in the Athletic Office has gotten her an Illinois Wesleyan Lady Spartans softball jersey that fit quite nice and snug across her tits so she looked very sexy indeed.
I had never arrived this early for a game, it was a new thing for me to be watching batting practice and watching the pitchers and catchers warming up. One of the cool things about minor league games is you are right there with the players and they will sometimes talk to you. One of the Chiefs' infielders, who looked to be about 17 and barely spoke English, was doing his best to flirt with Lisa. She was very nice to him, but she also made quite the show of snuggling up next to me to show him that he was, romantically speaking, wasting his time. I was never sure if he got the message but his earnestness was sort of heartwarming.
I looked around and I saw Lee looking for us in the stands; well actually I saw Chase, she's easy to spot with her hair now being florescent pink with green stripes and her amazing height. I eagerly waved them over.
Lee gave me a big hug but we did not swirl tongues or grab boobs, we were in unfamiliar territory here and we didn't know if we were amongst friends in the crowd. I also hugged Chase who, I was happy to report, hugged me back. As we were sitting down I saw Sam and Tracey and excitedly waved them over. I introduced them to Lee and Chase and I could not help but notice Lee and Sam checking each other out. I felt that familiar tingle in my pussy when I imagined two strong girls like them locked in a naked sex-battle.
The PA announcer came on and asked everyone to please remove their hats and stand for the national anthem. Lisa walked to home plate, gave us a little wave, and then did her deep breath ritual. Her performance was absolutely flawless; she waved to the crowd and came through the little gate in the wall to sit with us behind the home dugout (the team gave us really good seats). It was a fun game to watch, but these guys definitely weren't major leaguers yet; Cedar Rapids won 7-3 with more than a few bobbled catches and mis-thrown balls. Lee and Chase had to drive back home since they both had to work the next day. As they were leaving Chase whispered to me that Lee had told her what a nasty girl I was and that she wanted to watch me and Lee wrestle naked. I told her I looked forward to that and hoped she would join us.
We had dinner with Sam and Tracey at an outdoor place on the Riverwalk. Lisa and I had gone there before and they had really good barbeque. Sam and Tracey were still going to be in the dorms next year because their financial aid would cover that expense but Sam told me we would see them often because, "After all, a girl has got to eat." Sam loved eating my food and she was talented at eating my pussy too. I hoped this meant Tracey would join us too.
Sam looked like she wanted to say something else, but she was already blushing some. Tracey smacked her softly on the back of her head, "Go ahead silly! Ask them!"
Lisa put her hand on Sam's hand, "Ask us what sweetie?"
Sam took a deep breath, "I'm going to be honored by the state 4-H organization and by Williamson county for my work with the summer horse camp. There will even been someone from the Governor's office for the ceremony and I hope you two can come. I invited Mrs. Graff to come too, I think her donation may have helped with me being recognized."
Tracey flicked Sam's ear, "You've earned this Samantha Jean, you've done a lot of work with that camp and you've made a real difference in a lot of kid's lives."
Lisa smiled at Tracey, "I see my sweetie here is not that only one who has trouble being complimented."
Tracey laughed, "You got that right Elf-girl!" They high-fived each other.
I grabbed Sam's hands, "Of course we will be there!"
I took it as a positive sign that when Tracey hugged me as they were leaving she gave my butt a firm squeeze.
The Panama Red Racing Team had mostly gone to tracks around central Illinois but our next race would be up north, close to Rockford. I invited Rob and Cherie to come watch us and, because this was another "American" thing Jan had not experienced in his years in the United States, he and Rita were coming too.
I had spent a lot of time replacing the old bike's wiring. We had a continual issue with one or more of the three sparkplugs mis-firing and I was determined to make the engine run as smoothly as possible. Like most of the races we went to we were not up against professionals. A lot of the other bike were heavily modified Harley's and the other crews were openly disdainful that a girl was even trying to compete with manly men such as them. Shelly was a really skilled rider and if past experience was any guide, she was going to have them looking at are very shapely ass when she beat them good and proper.
Shelly seemed to hit it off with my brother Rob, they both had that dry, laconic sense of humor. Shelly could also barely hide her lust for my Amazon sister-in-law (I had the same problem) but, like me, she was a good girl around Cherie. It was wonderous experience to see Shelly utterly destroy those guys on the track. They were mad enough that they lost to a 25-year-old Japanese bike, but when they realized that they had also lost to a girl it became orders of magnitude worse, Rebecca's passionate kissing for each of Shelly's wins just rubbed it in to them even more. It was a great day.
Lisa and I spent the night with Rob and Cherie. It was hard work but I think we managed to keep the noisy orgasms to a minimum. Cherie's wry smile at breakfast (I made French toast yet again) told me she at least had heard us. She and Rob were still trying to have a baby but so far it was just not working out. Lisa and I both gave her a big hug; we didn't hug Rob, that would have freaked him out too much. The next day we drove to Naperville to go to an actual Penzey's store. We met Jan and Rita at the Metra station, Rita loved shopping of all sorts and Jan, cute nerd that he was, wanted to see a real spice shop. He had explained to me that, in a way, his family's money got its start in the spice trade and he wanted to experience the world of spices for himself.
Lisa and I both stared open-mouthed at Jan when he got off the train. We were so used to seeing him in a suit that the sight of him wearing jean and an Art Institute of Chicago t-shirt was a total shock to us. As we walked to the store he felt the need to explain.
"Rita has been working on getting me to relax more. I think I'm so used to my overbearing family that I that I've forgotten how to actually relax." We both wanted to say something about how relaxed he was after he got fucked, but we didn't; we were good girls.
Lisa patted him on the back, "You still look good. You can find a nice compromise between wearing a suit in this God-awful heat and being a loveable schlub like my sweetie here."
"Hey, I resemble that!"
Lisa kissed me on the cheek, "You're still cute but I don't think Rita or Holly have anything to worry about when it comes to you out fashion-ing them."
We all stopped in our tracks when we got inside the store. To say there was a complex smell in the small store would be to vastly understate things. We all had a fine time going around and sniffing the tester jars of all the different spices and Jan commented that he was sure this was what an East India Company spice warehouse would have smelled like back in the 17th century. Lisa carried my shopping basket as I carefully picked out the things I wanted. Some things on my list unfortunately would have to be ordered but I was fine with that. Lisa was confident the smells that would come from our kitchen might well bring in total strangers off the street.
Our next stop was Williams-Sonoma at the mall. For someone used to shopping for kitchen stuff at Target or the thrift store this was a whole new world. Fortunately, Mom had gotten me a subscription to Cooks Illustrated, probably after talking to Lisa's mom, and thanks to their wonderfully detailed reviews I knew what I wanted. I got some good knives, a proper Dutch oven (Jan was sure it had been invented by a Dutchman), a nice sauté pan and very heavy cast iron skillet. I already had plans to use it for cornbread.
I wanted Rita and Jan to meet Granddad, after all they were two of my closest friends. Rita had seen him after our performance of Our Town and at graduation, but Jan had only heard about him. Jan, of course, felt underdressed but I assured him Granddad was a retired railroad worker and he did not stand on ceremony. Granddad remembered Rita and, like most people he found Jan quite charming.
"It's a pleasure to meet you young man, always good to encounter another old sailor. That is a wonderful photo of your grandfather on the Missouri, that was a historic day."
Jan smiled sheepishly, "Yes it was sir."
Granddad patted Jan on the shoulder, "I like this young man, you've done will Miss Graff." Rita giggled a little.
Granddad had the old rocking chair in the front room; it was smaller than I remembered, but in fairness I had gotten bigger since I last sat in it (in so many ways). Granddad was doing his best not to tear up (no worries, Lisa and I did it for him; Weepy Lesbian Girl strikes again!), "We bought that chair when Genevieve was born, Miriam rocked all the kids to sleep in that chair over the years, Ginny, Paula, Carla, your father, and your brother Rob too. It would make her happy to know someone was enjoying it again." Even Jan was wiping his eyes, trying as best he could to maintain his dignity. Granddad was happy for us when we told him that we would get to see Jerry Lewis in Damn Yankees, Granddad had seen Jerry Lewis in a USO show in Korea and assured us that there was a lot more to him than just the Labor Day telethon.
We took Jan and Rita to the Metra station in Aurora before we headed home. We used the dumbwaiter apparatus on the back porch to get the chair (it was oak and pretty heavy) up onto the back porch. I sat in it and Lisa sat in my lap (it was a very sturdy chair); we sat there for a long time just holding each other, sniffling occasionally.
We took the train back north to see Damn Yankees. As usual Rita picked us up at Union Station and we were both pleased (and wet) to see Zara was with her. Back at Rita's apartment we took turns stripping, Lisa showing off her exotic dancing skills and Rita shaking her massive tits at everyone. Rita brought out her own pair of boxing gloves and announced that she and I would fight first, nude of course. These were like the gloves I had used before; they were at best firm pillows so the chance of actual injury was really tiny.
I went right for Rita's tits, I knew they were sensitive and they were nice, juicy targets as well. Rita was determined to punch me right in the cunt and she did land a few good ones. I finally got her on the floor and pummeled her head and belly with the big, soft gloves until she gave up. I celebrated by sitting on her pretty face and subjecting her to a nice, hard kicking orgasm. I had her pretty face trapped between my thick legs, my work with Dennis was paying off, her tongue sliding all across my pussy. I pulled Rita onto the couch so she was on top of me; she moaned as she rubbed her hairless pussy against my dense bush and I greatly enjoyed sucking as much of her massive breasts as I could into my mouth.
Lisa and Zara got really rough, they didn't even use the gloves. Lisa dug her fingers into Zara's soft belly while Zara was pulling hard on Lisa's white hair. Zara went down hard when Lisa drove her knee into the Zara's dark, hairy pussy; then Lisa sat on Zara's soft belly and grabbed her nipples, pulling and twisting them hard, prompting a high-pitched squeal from Zara. Zara finally submitted when Lisa put her feet down, pinning Zara's arms to the floor, and leaned back, stretching her big, soft tits far out from her chest. Lisa pinned Zara to the floor, grinding her wet, white bush against Zara's equally dense (and equally wet) black fur. Lisa sank her teeth into Zara's soft tit-meat, tugging on her erect nipple.
Zara with writhing with pleasure (Rita had told us Zara was an unashamed pain slut when she was with women), "Bite that nipple, you white-haired she-elf! Bite it like you fucking mean it!" Lisa didn't need much encouragement, she loved biting as part of sex. Rita was frantically assaulting my clit with her heard nipples, continuing to dovefuck me long after my orgasm had me writhing on the floor, kicking wildly.
I looked over at Lisa, "Come over here so Rita can dovefuck you baby, I need to taste Zara's delicious cunt."
We swapped places and I spread Zara's thick legs wide, pumping three fingers in and out of her pussy while I suck on her clit. After a few minutes I sat on her pretty face, feeling her tongue up inside my pussy and enjoying every minute of it. We finally moved to scissoring each other. Both of us tended toward physically wild orgasms and we did not disappoint this time. We each held onto the other's leg so our pussys were locked together when we both climaxed, the leg shaking pleasure accompanied by wonderfully guttural moans.
We were in a warm, naked pile, exhausted from our fuck-frenzy. I was stroking Lisa's hair, which was wet from Zara's repeated orgasms, while Zara had her head in Rita's lap sucking on a puffy nipple. Zara sighed, "I'm going to miss you girls. I love sex with guys but you girls take it to another level and I don't have to worry about getting pregnant either."
Lisa looked over at her, sadness on her face, "You're moving away?"
"Yeah. Dad got me an internship at the company he and Mom work for so I am moving to Indianapolis soon."
I ran my hand over the smooth skin (Zara shaved her legs way more than I did) of her thigh, "We'll miss you sweetie. I hope you'll come visit us sometime."
"I'll try my best. Mom and Dad would totally lose their shit if they knew I fucked girls so I'll have to be careful." She playfully flicked Rita's puffy nipple, "All you girls hit the jackpot, partner wise. Not only does Rita here have truly magnificent tits but she has a guy who totally loves her, who is hung like a racehorse, and has seemingly limitless money." Then she looked at us, "And you two are the cutest couple I have ever seen, I don't think I've ever seen two people who are in love as much as you two are but who aren't nauseating about it."
Lisa was asleep from the moment her head hit the pillow, I swear that is her superpower. In the morning she was exceptionally hungry, illustrating how good the sex was the night before. Rita took us to a little place where they had brioche French toast (great, now I have to learn to make a new sort of bread too!) and very good eggs Benedict (I am yet to really conqueored hollandaise sauce).
We went to the matinee so we could take the train home that evening and we totally loved the show. Damn Yankees is probably my favorite musical, though I do really enjoy 1776 also; Grease will always be special to me but that's because, in my mind, Lisa will always be perfect Sandy (apart from Olivia Newton-John). Granddad was right, Jerry Lewis was a seriously funny guy. He did what I realized was a classic vaudeville act for almost 10 minutes during "Those Were the Good Old Day" that had me almost peeing myself from laughing so hard. Lisa was really impressed with April Nixon, who played Lola, and she assured me that when we got home it would be "Whatever Lisa wants, Lisa gets." I was totally ready.
It was no sooner that we had closed the door to our apartment that Lisa began peeling my clothes off, all the while softly singing "Whatever Lola Wants" but putting her own name in; she was in total sexually depraved Elf Queen mode. Once she had me naked, she was still in her lacy black bra and panties, she had me on my hands and knees on the bed with my big ass up in the air, cheeks spread wide.
"You were a naughty pirate whore; you enjoyed Zara's luscious pussy way too much and now your queen must punish you."
"Yes my queen, I'm a dirty little pirate slut."
SMACK! I jumped a little and let out a squeak. No doubt Lisa had been waiting to surprise me with the ping pong paddle she was now wielding with sadistic glee. SMACK SMACK SMACK SMACK She worked over my quivering ass, no doubt turning it bright red. I moaned as I felt her tongue move across my butthole and my pussy, her tongue flicking my sensitive clit. My eyes went wide and I gasped for air as I felt Lisa sliding her entire hand slowly into my cunt (she had her hand well-lubed) while she grabbed my unruly brown hair and pulled hard on it. Even when I was thrashing around on the bed in throes of a wonderful orgasm Lisa kept her hand buried in my vagina and I could feel her fingers moving inside me.
Lisa pulled her hand from me with an audible "Pop!" and there was still amazing lust in her bright blue eyes. "On your back wench!" she ordered and, being a good little pirate slut, I complied. Lisa slid her gorgeous naked body on top of mine, her white bush pressed to my wet, brown fur, her nipples just barely grazing mine. This time she went slower so that she erupted into my pussy just as I began to thrash with pleasure once again. Early on in our apartment living I had found a stack of quilted moving blankets at a thrift store and we would put them on the bed, when we remembered to, so that Lisa's delightfully wet orgasms would not necessitate changing the bed (hopefully); we still did a lot of laundry.
I held on tight to her warm naked body, my legs wrapped around her, "I think we need to go see Damn Yankees every chance we get. I love your reaction to the show."
Lisa playfully bit at my nipple, "Your work with Dennis is paying off, your ass has gotten beautifully firm." I bit her back as a "Thank You baby."
We had made arrangements with the owner of the flower shop that if we got anything large in the mail, or something from UPS, it could be left at the shop and one of us would get it before the store closed. I got home from a day of data and A/V wiring, Zander said I was really good at dealing with A/V systems, and I stopped at the flower shop. Tonight was the closing night for 1776 and I wanted to have some flowers for her after the show. Mrs. Corning, the store owner, thought that we were a really cute couple and she would give me a discount on flowers at the end of the day that she knew would not last overnight. She also enjoyed bowls of crawdad étouffée (there was a store that sold frozen crawdads that someone else had shelled) that I would drop off for her and her husband (he installed commercial HVAC systems). She wrapped up some flowers for me, tying them up with some pink ribbon, and also handed me a large envelope that our mail carrier had brought. I opened it upstairs and immediately began to bounce up and down, squealing happily. Not only had Cornelius given me copies of the negatives he had also gotten a few prints done at the same pro lab that he used. There were five gorgeous photos: one of Diana, one of me and her together with our arms around each other's waist, and one with the princess in the center and me and Lisa on either side of her, one of Olivia Newton-John and Lisa, and a final one of me, Lis and Olivia together.
I took the two photos of all of us over to show the folks at the head shop. Other than Pru, she told me she never liked Prudence or the Beatles song that inspired her name, none of the staff was as excited as I was but they did agree we all looked amazing. Mrs. Corning was more excited, she was my mom's age and, like Mom, she had been one of the millions of people who had gotten up in the middle of the night back in 1981 to watch Diana's wedding to Charles; I vaguely remembered it (I was just six). I jumped on the motorcycle, which I had named "Bill" after the hobbits' pony in The Fellowship of the Ring, and I rode to the mall to buy some frames for the photos. The bike looked quite stylish with its red milk crate held on to the small luggage rack by bungie cords, but that crate let me carry plenty of stuff; it was my box of useful objects. Back home I carefully put the photos in the frames so that we could decide where to hang them when we got back home.
The folks at the theater knew me quite well by now. I had applied to be one of their lighting people for this show but they didn't need anyone right then. I was assured my name was still on the list and that, especially when I got my journeyman status, they would consider me in the future. I went backstage after the curtain call and gave Lisa her flowers, for which I got a nice, big lipstick smudge on my face. The woman who played the other female role, Abigail Adams, commented to Lisa that her husband never brought her flowers. Lisa just smiled and put her arm around my waist, holding me tight. I was disappointed that Lisa couldn't wear her costume home, I would have loved to have gotten under that big skirt and eaten her pussy.
Back at home I showed Lisa the photos but we did not hang them on the wall because I was too busy getting her sweats and her t-shirt off of her. I pushed her down onto the couch and knelt on the floor between her legs so I could push my face into her warm, white bush. I greedily devoured her pussy, moving on to her butt before going back to flicking her clit with my tongue and burying two fingers inside her. I got her right to her peak and I was rewarded with the full firehose, soaking my face and hair with her wonderful juices. Lisa rolled me over and went to work on my clit with her hard, pink nipples, rubbing them energetically across my clit and pussy before ducking out of the way when I thrashed myself right off the couch and onto the floor, my legs and hips convulsing with pleasure.
I have loved the show Damn Yankees since I was a girl; my parents had a large collection of Reader's Digest Condensed Books and in one of them was the story "The Year the Yankees Lost the Pennant." We got to see the traveling production of Damn Yankees with Jerry Lewis in July of 1996 and it was incredible. You can see him performing "Good Old Days" here: https://youtu.be/J6jnMItHadw?si=-tRx9Ql5x6RgLqqm I love hearing from my readers (catingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org)