A Girl's Story Chapter 28
The holidays have always been special for me, but as I have met more people in the queer community I have learned that many people were not nearly as lucky as I was when I was growing up. The character of Holly is based on a college friend of ours who went thought some pretty awful times but came out a stronger woman on the other side.
As always this story deals with our two main characters having lots of sex, but you knew this already.
Part 28, Holidays Can Be So Stressful
I woke up on the Wednesday before Thanksgiving, and sadly I woke up alone, with my mind racing. I had not seen any of Mom's family since I was in 6th grade. Mom has been estranged from them since she decided to go to college even though her dad, my grandfather, said she was going to stay close to home and get married and have a large family. She tried to maintain contact with her family but her parents refused to speak to her (that had been true for over 30 years) and her two sisters refused to even accept her calls. She had kept more contact with her younger brother, my uncle Chris, but even that minimal contact didn't happen often. We had joined her brother and sisters in Panama Beach, Florida when I was in 6th grade and what I remembered of that time was lots of screaming (only Chris knew we were coming) and Bible verses being shouted across the table; it was not a happy memory. What had my mind spinning was one basic question; did Mom's family know I was gay?
I was upstairs in my old bedroom, next to Janet's, while Rob and Cherie were downstairs in his (later mine) old room. Mom had gotten a better bed for what was now the guest bedroom and I would have loved to have tried it out with Lisa, but that wasn't going to happen on this trip. Lisa had always been sensitive about my reluctance when we first started dating to introduce her to people as "My Girlfriend," and so I wanted her to know what was going on, just in case I had to pop back into my closet while Chris and Benjy were here. Lisa did not like this idea, and she told me so in very clear (and for her quite profane) terms. But it was my good fortune to be in love with a very practical woman and she also told me that there was no reason to ruin Thanksgiving by coming out to someone I might not see for another ten years if we could at all avoid it.
I went to the kitchen for breakfast and Janet was already there. Janet still had a very sharp tongue, but she had mellowed a little over the past few years. My guess was she had heard me talking to Lisa last night; while Janet could still be amazingly bitchy to me she really loved Lisa and she would react quite strongly to anyone who she thought was being mean to her. I sat down and munched on some cereal which that morning seemed to have all the taste of old carboard.
Janet patted my hand, "You got this Fuzzball. Me and Rob are not going to let anyone get nasty with you or with Lisa."
I stuck my tongue out at her and I smiled weakly, "Thanks Brat, that means a lot."
When Mom sat down I took a deep breath and plunged into peril and asked what had to be asked, "Mom, do Chris and Benjy know about me being gay?" In that moment I really wished Lisa was holding my hand and possibly turning my fingers purple in the process.
Mom sighed, "I told my family not long after you came out. I'll not repeat the details of how your grandparents and my sisters reacted, suffice it to say I'll not soon forgive them for what they said. No one talks about my children that way (Mom could be downright fierce when pushed too far). Chris wasn't sure what to think; my family's reaction reminded me again of why you were so scared about coming out." I could tell that Mom was trying hard not to cry, Janet and I had already failed at that in a spectacular fashion. I saw Rob and Cherie standing in the doorway and Rob was holding on tight to Cherie's arm and doing his best to not fall apart as well.
"We're all here for you Kid," Cherie was holding his hand tight, I could see his fingers were turning white.
Mom continued, after taking a deep breath, "Chris wasn't sure how to react, but he did tell me you were still his niece and he still loved you. Cindy, I do have something I want to ask of you."
"What's that Mom?"
"If she wants to come over I'd like you to invite Lisa to watch the recording of the parade tonight. If she isn't comfortable walking into this family mess I'll understand."
I smiled, feeling some of the psychic weight lifting, "I'll ask her. I think she'll come because she knows all of you are here for the two of us."
Chris and Benjy arrived late Wednesday evening. Chris and his wife had gotten divorced about 5 years ago, the way Dad described it my grandparents had made her life a living hell and then they were still pretty awful to Chris as well since, in their words, "He couldn't keep his wife under control."
Thanksgiving morning I was helping Mom cooks, I really missed having Lisa help me, with some assistance from Janet and Cherie. I felt good that there seemed to be agreement that, at least where food was concerned, I was in charge. I had learned the concept of brining the turkey (chicken as well) from Owen's friends and I put it to use that morning. Based on barely stifled burps from Rob and Janet after we ate, much to Mom and Cherie's horror and Dad's obvious amusement, I knew had done a fine job with the food. We headed downstairs to watch the Macy's parade, as was our tradition, and I saw Lisa's white Subaru pull into the driveway. She came and in very chastely (for us) kissed me in the cheek. She kissed Janet on the forehead, causing my little sister to blush marvelously.
Now it was my turn on stage, "Chris, Benjy, this is my girlfriend Lisa."
Lisa flashed her best Olivia Newton-John smile, "I'm glad to meet you." She shook Benjy's hand, he seemed pretty confused by what, for him, was a totally new experience; rural Tennessee pretty much has no openly gay people. Chris gave her a hug, and I counted that as a good sign. There was a lot of inane chit-chat, I was asked about what I was studying in school; Uncle Chris smiled approvingly when I said I should finish my apprenticeship. Benjy had graduated from high school in June but he wasn't sure what he wanted to do. He mentioned he might join the military, like his older brother Jimmy; I did mention that my mentor, The Chief, had retired after a long career in the Navy. Janet told about her first year at Indiana and the incredibly talented people she was working with and then the attention turned to Lisa. Janet sang Lisa's praises, telling how talented she was. Lisa talked about her enjoyment of working with beginner's classes at the dance studio and her work with the church children's choir. That seemed to catch Uncle Chris by surprise.
"You girls go to church?" Inwardly I was thinking "Uh-Oh," Lisa can be quite prickly when she things people are judging us.
Lisa's smile got tighter, but I think I was the only one who knew Chris' peril, "Yes we do. Being part of a community is important to me and Cindy's made a friend there too."
Dad looked over at me with a small smile, "Oh really? Who is this amazing person?"
I told them about Dr. Hirschhorn and how he had gotten me interested in astronomy and how he had been wounded at the Battle of Saipan. Dad was impressed by that.
Friday afternoon we went to the coffee shop and, at Mom's urging, we invited Janet and Benjy to come along. Benjy seemed to relate to Janet better than he did to me but that made sense since they were much closer in age. After being introduced to Ben and Ron I heard him quietly asking Janet, "Are they..." (he never made it to "gay") and Janet nodded. I was confident that at this point he was standing with more openly gay people that\n he had ever met in his 18 years.
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I was really happy to see many of my friends; Steph (my tall blonde friend), Michelle, Ellie, and Carrie were all there (I think Benjy was trying very hard not to stare at Carrie; I could understand that, Carrie was now much prettier than her sister Charlotte had ever been). Rita came in, with (naturally) Jan in tow and I leapt up to hug my friend Gabriel who I had not seen for a long time. He came in with Alecia and he and I smiled knowingly at each other, which told me they were fucking each other with wild abandon; Gabriel was a very lucky man.
Everyone tried to include Benjy in our conversations; they could tell he was uncomfortable but he did seem to loosen up as the evening went on. He did try talk to Carrie more than anyone else, she later told me he had told her several times how pretty he thought she was and she said that she did her best to not lead him on. Unlike many of our friends Carrie, like me and Lisa, showed no signs of being interested in guys but she was by her nature a really kind and friendly person.
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Sunday we picked up Tracey and Sam from the afternoon train and on our way home we made our almost mandatory stop at the Evangeline Parish Provision Company. Mrs. Fontenot would have been happy to have stuffed us so full that would not have fit back in Lisa's car but we stood our ground. I was going to make spaghetti carbonara (I had found a place in town that sold pancetta) so we restricted ourselves to some cups of chicken gumbo (so yummy on a chilly day) and a mighty supply of beignets.
Sam and Tracey were still deep in the closet where their hometown friends and their families were concerned. Lisa and I knew how hard that was but we also knew everyone had to handle coming out in their own way. Sam's big news was that her parents had decided to breed Elanor back in August and it was now confirmed that she was pregnant. We learned an incredible amount about how horses are bred and how, for the most part, stallions are not good riding horses, and that the foal was expected to be born shortly before the school year would start in August. Sam was very excited by this but her excited was tinged with sadness because they would probably sell the foal when it was two years old. Nevertheless, Sam was looking forward to helping to train the new horse. Lisa and I naturally said we would want baby pictures.
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We had quite the crowd in our apartment, thankfully my parent's old table had several leaves, and we were able round up enough chairs for everyone. We had Sam and Tracey, as well as Holly and our friend Clarissa (who we had not seen for a while) and her boyfriend Zack (who we had never met). Holly's assessment of Zack seemed to be spot-on, he came across as a genuinely nice guy and he was obviously completely smitten by Clarissa (I mean, who wouldn't be). We had no idea how much he knew of Clarissa's sexual history so we steered away from the subject. Zack was a chemistry major with dreams of going to grad school as someplace like Purdue or Illinois. I liked him, Clarissa had told him about my interest in astronomy and he shared that in his first year Dr. Hirschhorn had taught his introductory astronomy class. I was really jealous of that, I was sure Dr. H was a really good teacher. We were also very jealous of Clarissa who was going to be going with her family, including her older sisters, to the Pacific coast of Mexico for Christmas break. While she was not eager to be around her step-mom for two weeks she was eager to spend time with her older sisters, one of whom now had a little girl. We saw photos, she was a very cute little kid, even by my standards.
Holly's Thanksgiving had been more stressful. She told us she had been really close to coming out to her parents but she decided against it because she didn't want to have a huge blow-out when her sister's kids were in the house. She told us, "They're just little kids, I don't want Mom to drag them into her craziness." She did tell her sisters privately that she was gay and their reaction reminded me a lot of how Lisa had described her parent's reaction to that same news. While Holly's sisters didn't understand why their baby sister was gay, they accepted it.
Being somewhat emboldened by some nice chianti wine (Holly had turned 21 just before Thanksgiving) I asked the big question, "So, are you going to drop the bomb on your folks?"
"I keep hoping Mom will back off, but I'm realizing that's never going to happen. The big reason I've kept quiet this long is because of the trust fund my dad's parents set up for me and my sisters." They had sold some big parcels of land in Indiana to developers and made, from the way Holly described it, "A shit-ton of money" from it. The terms of the trust were that each girl could access the money to go to school and then would have full access to it when they turned 21. Her sisters had both used their shares to put down money for a house after they got married even though their mom had fought hard to maintain control (their dad was the actual trustee) to get them to marry guys she approved of, ones that were of higher social status. That hadn't worked and now it seemed she was determined to use control over the money to force Holly into a life as a socialite (as much as there were socialites in Central Illinois) whether she wanted to or not.
That night, when we were finally able to be in bed with each other, we took turns being on top, kissing deeply while rubbing our pussys and our boobs together. We weren't as animalistic as we often were, we were just too full, but our orgasms where still wonderful. I was laying across Lisa, playing with her hard, pink nipples.
"I'm worried about Holly. She's had to hold this in for so long and I don't know how much more of this shit she can take."
Lisa played with my hair, "Holly's a strong girl but I'm worried about her too." She kissed me firmly, I loved the feeling of her tongue sliding over mine, "But we will be there for her no matter what."
I gave Lisa an equally tongue-filled kiss, "Yes we will baby, yes we will."
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Lisa was auditioning for the spring production of South Pacific. Every year the theater department would do a big musical production number, and while she had gotten roles in many small productions she had never landed one in the big spring show. She really hoped to get the role of Ellie and I could tell she was disappointed when she didn't. She did get a role as one of the nurses and she was still excited to be part of such a large production. I went to the public library and checked out James Michener's Tales of the South Pacific; I would read it to her in bed at night and she really liked that. Reading that book got me interested in Michener's other incredibly long books (I read fast); I really liked Hawaii, Centennial, and Caribbean (that one had pirates!).
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We had not seen a lot of Lauren since she moved to the Computer Science dorm floor, but she would come by sometimes, usually for dinner; she said she missed getting Cajun food. One afternoon she came over and announced to me that we were going to have a nude catfight, and who was I to deny a good friend the chance to have me twist her wonderful nipples. We were rolling around on the blankets on the floor when Lisa got home; she stripped and sat on the couch playing with her pussy, she always loved watching girls (especially me) fight. I got Lauren's nice, thick body between my legs and squeezed, really smashing her tits, until she finally tapped out. I held her on the floor in a full nelson, sitting behind her and biting at her biceps as Lisa frantically fingered herself, ultimately giving Lauren the full firehose treatment. I enjoyed licking the juices off Lauren's face before I laid back, spreading my legs so she could lick my pussy too.
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Lisa had continued with her piano lessons and her parents had gotten her an electronic keyboard for her 20th birthday. Sometimes, when she got home before me, I would come in to our apartment and just sit quietly listening to her play her keyboard and sing her parts from South Pacific. She even got compliments from the staff of the flower shop downstairs; I was sure the staff at Uncle Enzo's (the head shop) could hear her too but Rogers and Hammerstein was probably not their favorite musical genre. There were a few evenings where some of the other actors who were playing the Seabees or the nurses came over and practiced as well. I think they enjoyed getting away from campus and the presence of mountains of food certainly encouraged them to stick around.
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We were just four days away from Christmas break when we heard a frantic knocking on our back door, O.K., it was more pounding than knocking. We were engrossed in watching Xena and Babylon 5, which aired back-to-back on one of our local stations, and we were just wearing panties and t-shirts. I had a sinking feeling it was Holly at our door and that the shit had finally hit the fan. Sadly, I turned out to be right.
She practically fell into the kitchen when I opened the door and she just stayed there on her knees, crying uncontrollably; she was trying to talk but neither of us could understand anything she was saying. We helped her up and all but carried her into the front room and sat her on the couch in between us. Having seen this before, with ourselves and with our friends, we knew that we just had to let her cry herself out before we would be able to figure out what was wrong. We knew it had something to do with her mom, no one else could make her cry this hard, and we knew that, whatever it was, it was really bad this time. She would lean against Lisa for a while and then lean over on me. All we could do was stroke her pretty dark red hair and try to clean the tears and snot from her tear-blotched face. Finally, she settled into soft sobs and occasional gulps of air.
I took a deep breath, "What happened sweetheart? What did you mom do this time?"
"I had gone home to do some laundry and as soon as I came through the door Mom launched into this fucking awful tirade about me not having a boyfriend and me being, at the same time, too fat and too muscly to attract a suitable man; I swear she really wants to be the evil mother in some Victorian novel. Then she started gloating about how she and some of her equally awful friends were trashing another woman they knew who had learned her son was gay. She was going on and on about how this woman was socially destroyed and how selfish her son was and how it would just be easier if he killed himself."
Lisa and I sat there in total shock. Neither of us really liked Holly's mom but this was a new level of awful, even for her.
Holly went on, "I just couldn't take it anymore. I went out, threw my clothes in the car, even the ones that weren't dry, and went back into the house. Mom starts screaming at me again and I finally screamed back, `Mom, I'm gay too!' And then she slapped me, right across the mouth and it really hurt. She screamed at me that I was never to come back to the house again and that there would be no more money for school either and I would just have to drop out and live on the streets with the other dykes like a common whore. I ran out of the house and my first thought was to go to Clarissa's since she has that big house but she and her family had already left for Mexico, so I came here. Can I please stay with you two for a while?" She was crying again, but much more softly this time.
Lisa kissed her on the forehead, "You can stay as long as you want sweetie. If you want to you can even come back home with us for Christmas. I know Mom and Dad will welcome you and Cindy's parent's will too."
It was my turn to be practical, "Did you get everything you needed from your house?"
"I got as much as I could, there's still some clothes I need but I'm going to call Rachel and Pam and see if when they come for Christmas if they can get me the rest of my stuff."
I put my arm round Holly, playing with her nice firm boobs, "You can store what you need downstairs, I won't be moving the motorcycle until March at least."
That night we all three snuggled in our bed; Holly was not feeling very sexual at all and we just held onto her through the night; she did cry in her sleep a lot, I knew how that felt.
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And so that is how, for that four-week Christmas break, we became a triad (we didn't know that was a real thing at the time). In some ways it was like the week we spent at Rita's lake house where four of us were naked almost all the time and we swapped partners with giddy abandon. I was working on a remodeling job in an office complex; it was more than just electrical work, there was also a lot to be done with A/V and data wiring and once again I was able to show I was quite good at this. Lisa was now actually paid a little by the church for her work with the Children's Choir and she also had her beginning dance classes she taught. Holly still worked at the movie theater and all three of us would go see movies some nights which was a lot of fun, especially for whoever was sitting in the middle of our triad.
We learned a lot of little things about Holly. She was much like me in that being fucked with a dildo did little for her. She enjoyed wrestling about as much as Lisa did, when she was in the mood she was a total animal, but most of the time she just loved having her pussy licked. She did start letting her bush grow out and we both approved of that. She was not much of one for cooking but she, like Lisa, was good at following directions. Holly also felt it was important that food be presented in an attractive way and of course the girl was still always hungry. She, unlike Lisa and I, had a very low tolerance for clutter. She would rather relentlessly clean the apartment and, when she thought we two weren't doing enough, spank are bare bottoms without mercy. We liked that too.
Holly was not as big a science fiction fan as me and Lisa, but she did enjoy watching Babylon 5 and Xena; she agreed with me that Claudia Christian, especially when she wore her hair loose, was an incredibly beautiful woman. Unlike Lisa, who thought I was a lot like Xena (I wish!), Holly said I reminded her of the techno-mages from B5. I liked that and sometimes, especially when we were all recovering from massive orgasms I would recite my favorite techno-mage quote, "We are dreamers, shapers, singers, and makers. We study the mysteries of laser and circuit, crystal and scanner, holographic demons and invocations of equations. These are the tools we employ, and we know (dramatic pause here) many things." Holly said I could be totally believable as a techno-mage, but I steadfastly refused to shave my head.
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One evening we decided to torment Holly some when we got her into the bed. We tied her spread-eagled to the bed; her strong legs spread wide exposing her pink pussy and her wispy red bush, which was still growing in. We both got between her legs and began working her pussy with both out tongues at once, which had her straining at the soft ropes. We took turns with one of us sitting on her pretty face and the other fingering her pussy and licking her clit. Holly began arching her back, the muscles in her torso straining, as I pushed two fingers deep into her butt while at the same time sucking gently on her clit. She quivered on the bed for several minutes as the aftershocks when through her before we untied her. She took us one at a time, her long tongue going deep into our pussys as she also worked our butts. We laid in a heap under a blanket, it was getting chilly in the apartment as the almost century-old heat struggled to keep up with the dropping temperature outside.
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I told Holly of our dinner plans for the next night and told her she was welcome to come along with us. She thought about it for a while as we played with her red hair. "You know what, I need to meet more people. I'm coming along." She looked at me, still playing with Lisa's long hair, "Do they know what's happened in my life?"
Lisa kissed one of Holly's nipples, "No, they don't sweetie; that's not our story to tell. What I can tell you is that both Owen and Dennis will understand your story, especially Owen, and that Dennis' grandmother and aunt are both very kind and wise women. It's your call what you do." Holly nodded and we all drifted off to sleep, enjoying the warmth that comes from three nude bodies under a quilt.
Holly even went to church with us the Sunday before Christmas; we would be back Christmas Eve because Lisa would be singing with the choir. Lisa introduced Holly to her fellow choir members as well as introducing "Miss Holly" to her fan club of elementary-aged kids from the Children's Choir; I think Holly found it all a little overwhelming. She found me in the parish hall sitting with Dr. Hirschhorn; he was excitedly telling me about the comet that would re-appear soon after Christmas.
He patted the chair next to him, "Please, come and sit down young lady; it will take Lisa a while to make it through all the gossipers in the choir. You look familiar, have we met before?"
Holly was sipping some coffee (she liked it in the Canadian style, two sugars and two creams), I had my black tea, "I don't think so sir."
Dr. H chuckled, "No need to stand on ceremony my dear; you've never taken astronomy? I swear I've seen you before."
"I never took astronomy, but Cindy tells me what's going on in the sky." Dr. H looked over at me, smiling approvingly. "I am on the IWU cheer squad so if you came to football or basketball games you might have seen me."
He clapped his hands, "That's it! I knew I recognized you! What brings you out with Cindy and Lisa on this cold morning?"
And so Holly told him her story, Dr. H had the skill of listening quietly without judgement but I could tell Holly's story was very painful for him to hear. He put his hand on her knee, "I am so sorry you have been through this my dear. Being rejected by your family is one of the most terrible things that can happen to a person, but I am glad your sisters support you and I am glad you have such good friends. Please know that you will always welcome here as well."
She smiled her dazzling cheerleader smile, "I'll be here for Christmas Eve, I want to hear Lisa sing."
"Marvelous! I am sure Cindy will also bring you by the house after Christmas so you can see the comet through my telescope." I was excited about that as well.
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We went over to Owen and Dennis' house that night and I made dinner for everyone. It had turned cold and we had been getting light snow, it looked very Christmas-y outside, and I had decided to make red chili (I was yet to master proper green chili) and cornbread. I had checked with Dennis how his grandmother and aunt felt about beans in chili (people from Texas can get weird about beans in chili) and I made sure there was at least one cast iron skillet for the cornbread (there were two). I had made the chili ahead of time in the crockpot, I had determined that chili was better after it sat for a day, but I would make the cornbread at Dennis' house. Holly and Owen were talking quietly and I guessed she had told him what had happened to her because his face was very solemn and his expression was one of existential sadness. He had experienced something very similar at Holly's age and I was sure he related to Holly's situation better than any of the rest of us could.
Dennis could have eaten a full pan of cornbread by himself. His grandmother gave a wide smile, "That boy has always loved his cornbread." My chili was mightily praised and Owen suggested the next time I should try making it with bison meat. Being from Wyoming Owen did have a taste for bison and I was intrigued to try it. Lisa and I were very moved when Dennis' aunt presented us with scarves that she had knit; mine was red and white and Lisa's was green and white (our school colors). Like all women who possess powerful mom-energy she could tell something was upsetting Holly but Auntie A was too polite to ask; she did give Holly a wildly colored sweater that fit her a little tightly. It was really nice, and Holly said it was quite warm, and it showed off her big boobs nicely.
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Holly's sister Pam, who lived in Cleveland, had decided to come back home for Christmas with her family. She hoped to smooth things over between her mom and Holly, but she was not optimistic about that plan being successful. Her husband really didn't want to wade into this maelstrom of family drama; but it sounded like Pam was firm on this one, she was going to try to help out her baby sister. At the very least she was going to help Holly get as many of her things as she could out of their parents' house. She came to the apartment right before Christmas and brought along her little girl, Jennifer. Pam was a pretty woman, not as drop dead gorgeous as Holly, but I wouldn't have kicked her out of bed. She had reddish-brown hair and Jennifer had a mass of red curls; clearly red hair ran strong in the family. I made sloppy joes for lunch, figuring kids like those and they have the bonus of being easy. I liked Pam, she was taking the news that her little sister was a lesbian in stride and she made it clear that if Holly was happy then she was happy for her. Lisa was teaching her dance class so she missed this gourmet lunch; there would be a recital at the dance studio the next day and she wanted her students to be ready. My one bit of advice to Holly and Pam was to grab a copy of the paperwork related to the trust that paid for Holly's school expenses; I wanted to make sure her mom couldn't bully my friend out of what was rightfully hers.
After lunch Pam, who was washing the dishes alongside Holly, talked to me, "Cindy, can you do me a favor?"
"I'll try. What do you need me to do?"
"Can you watch Jennifer while we go to the house? If there's a big blowout with Mom I don't want her to be in the middle of it."
I swallowed hard. I'm not good with little kids, that's Lisa's gig; but I wanted to help my friend, "O.K., I'll keep her entertained while you're gone."
She gave me a quick side-hug, "I see why Holly likes you so much, you're a good friend." I blushed mightily.
We watched TV for a while, but there wasn't much on that was interest to a six-year-old kid. "Will you read me a story Cindy? Mom reads to me when there's nothing good on TV."
Crap! I was racking my brain for any books we had that were close to appropriate for a girl in third grade. I went over and grabbed one of Lisa's books that I hoped would work. I sat in our battered wingback chair (it came from Lisa's parents) and Jennifer sat in my lap.
I opened the book and started to read, "In a hole in the ground, there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or eat; it was a hobbit-hole and that means comfort." I looked up and saw that Lisa had gotten home and she hadn't even taken her coat off, she was just standing there, a look of pure joy on her face with her hands over her heart.
She resumed taking off her coat and scarf, shaking off the snow. I had lit our apartment's little gas fireplace and it made for a practically Norman Rockwell image of Americana in addition to making the apartment nice and warm. "Who is our young visitor babe?"
"This is Holly's niece Jennifer. Holly and her sister Pam have gone to the house to get Holly's things and Pam thought it best that Jennifer stay here with me. I'm glad you're here, you're better with kids than me."
Lisa gave me a dazzling smile, "Oh no sweetie, Jennifer wanted you to read to her and you need to continue. I'll sit here by the fire and warm up; by the way, you picked an excellent book to read to her."
By the time Pam and Holly returned we had made it all the way to Rivendell and I had made a new Tolkien fan in the process. Weeks later I got an email from Pam; Jennifer had gotten her own copy of The Hobbit for Christmas and Jennifer was very proud that she was able to read a lot of the book herself. That earned me simultaneous kisses from Holly and Lisa for my good works.
When they returned to our apartment Pam and Holly looked like they had been through a lot; I could tell Holly was really trying hard not to cry. Holly had lots of clothes with her; that was no surprise, Holly was very particular about her appearance. She did show me the legal paperwork establishing the trust fund but she made it clear she didn't want to talk much with Jennifer around.
Jennifer was a perceptive kid, "What's wrong Aunt Holly?"
Pam stepped in, "We need to go Jennifer, your dad's waiting for us." Pam leaned in close to me, "Please take care of my little sister, she's been through some serious stuff." I nodded and walked Pam and Jennifer down the front stairs and out to the street. As they were getting into the car Jennifer told me how much she enjoyed The Hobbit and that made me feel a little better.
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On the 23rd I went to the recital at the dance studio and I talked Holly to come with me. Looking back, I can say that Holly was pretty depressed. Having been cut off by her family (at least her mom) was bad enough but having it happen at Christmas made it all the worse. Lisa and I had decided that we were going to do our best to not leave Holly just sitting around at the apartment. Dance recitals didn't do much for me but Lisa's students were absolutely darling; Holly really enjoyed herself, I think in part because of the overlap between cheerleading and dance.
A snowstorm blew in early in the morning on Christmas Eve, making the whole town look almost magical and I got out, braving the cold, taking pictures around town. Lisa and Holly stayed in the nice, warm apartment and I was sure they were fucking each other senseless. I had given green chili a try, I used Mrs. Graff's recipe, and it came out pretty good although Lisa and Holly both thought it was really spicy.
I did get dressed up for the Christmas Eve service, I wore my blue homecoming dress and my blue high-tops. Holly had a beautiful black dress with red and green Christmas-y trim, with her red hair cascading down she looked incredible. Lisa drove to the church on her own so she could rehearse with the choir and the Children's Choir as well. We found a spot when we arrived in the same row as Dr. Hirschhorn and his family, as usual he greeted us like we had saved his family from certain death at some point in the past. I got the impression that his wife and daughters knew Holly's story because they were doing their best to be welcoming to her while not smothering her.
There were two highpoints of the evening for me; the first was the kids singing "Away in a Manger," they were absolutely adorable and they did great, Lisa was intensely proud of them. The second was Lisa taking the lead on one verse of "O Holy Night," where she needed no amplification at all.
Back at our apartment we watched "Merry Christmas Charlie Brown" and drinking some port wine Holly had picked up. Lisa loved strong wine but this was the first time I had tried it and I decided really liked it. After Charlie Brown was done we put in Holly's tape of the 1951 production of "A Christmas Carol" with Alastair Sim. It was a story I knew pretty well but that old black and white film freaked me the hell right out; I held on tight to Lisa and snuggled up close to her that night.
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I woke up early on Christmas morning; that was weird all by itself, I hate waking up early. I got out of bed, leaving Lisa (snoring softly) and Holly curled up together. Looking out the front window it was a like a photo from a calendar; we had gotten several inches of snow in the night and it was all fluffy and white and oddly quiet. I waved at the guys in the truck plowing the street, who waved back enthusiastically. Looking down I realized I was only wearing some black panties so I guess I gave those guys a nice Christmas present too, I grabbed a t-shirt and got to work on breakfast, I decided to make biscuits and gravy because I knew Holly loved that almost as much as Lisa loved French toast. I had put the biscuits in the oven when Lisa crept up behind me and pulled my panties down so she could slide her fingers up into my pussy; she fingered me right into a leg-quivering orgasm (lucky for me I stayed on my feet) right there in the kitchen.
We ate our breakfast; by the way Holly and Lisa were chowing though their plates I knew that had enjoyed some vigorous sex before emerging from the bedroom. They agreed with me that the scene out of our window was right out of the movies. Holly liked old movies as well, though her tastes ran toward the old musicals from the 1940's and 1950's; she and Lisa would stay up late watching them sometimes on deep cable.
We sat on the couch with a fire in our fireplace and our scrawny little tree, Lisa said it was worthy of Charlie Brown, and exchanged presents. Lisa had made me a mixtape of rock Christmas music, including Joan Jett's cover of "The Little Drummer Boy," and Holly gave me a pair of goggles that looked just like the ones Snoopy wore to fight the Red Baron to wear on my motorcycle. I had found Lisa a copy of Karen Fonstad's Atlas of Middle Earth and Holly gave her a CD of the Broadway cast recording of Grease (it had come in to Uncle Enzo's and Pru had saved it for her). Lisa and I gave Holly her own Hitachi magic wand so she could take matters into her own hands when she was on her own.
Before we left for the drive back home I pulled Holly into the shower with me, not for the first time we lamented that it was too small for three girls. We spent a fair amount of time sliding our tongues together and slapping our wet boobs together. We fingered each other to somewhat calm orgasms, I didn't fall out of the shower, and Holly let me pee on her tits too. Now nice and clean we got dressed and bundled up to head out.
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It was slow going out on the interstate, it was one of the few times I felt we really needed the Red October's four-wheel drive. Holly was happy to be with people for Christmas but when she thought too much about it we could see the tears in her lovely green eyes. She knew we had both told her story to our families and we had prepared her for the avalanche of mom energy that was to come from both our moms. Since Rob and Cheri would be at my house, along with me and Janet, we had decided it would be easier for Holly to stay at Lisa's house. Of course, since Lisa's parents (and mine for that matter) did not know about our loved of threesomes, they would probably not have an opportunity to fuck; that would have to wait until we got back to the apartment.
It was after almost three hours of driving across snow covered cornfields that we finally pulled into my parent's driveway. We scarcely had our coats off (and our cool new scarves) before we were all mauled by my family. Everyone was happy to meet Holly, it may have been a bit overwhelming for her, and she did her best not to start crying. Later on, when were not within parental earshot, I think Janet said it best, proudly announcing, "Now I've got three queer big sisters." I had told Holly how Janet had been the first one that night at the coffee shop to welcome Lisa to our family, that made Holly cry (though that didn't take much these days). We had a nice lunch, Mom had made spaghetti (not traditional I know, but it's something she's good at) and then we went over to Lisa's house.
The group hugging was repeated again, just with fewer people. Lisa's mom gave Holly a long hug before telling her, "We're proud to be you family today sweetheart." Holly cried again, Lisa and I were doing our best to keep it in but it was hard. That evening we drove Holly around town, showing her the high school where we got our start and the coffee shop (it was closed). I dropped them off at Lisa's house and went back home.
I was actually interested in Janet's tales of her first semester of college. She had gone from being a wildly talented musician in our small town to one of hundreds of equally talented people at Indiana. She did not go into too many details about her and Rhonda other than to admit that sometimes they would share one skinny little dorm bed, just like me and Lisa had done. They were both going out with guys too, it made me feel good to know they looked out for each other.
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I went over to Lisa's to pick up the girls; they had been busy. Lisa's mom enjoyed baking and they had been hard at work making Christmas cookies. I discovered that Holly had another talent I had known nothing about, she was amazing at decorating cookies (cakes too). In her own way she was as much an artist as our friend Rita; I was floored. They had made a lot of cookies and so I took a plate of them over to my house. Cherie literally had to chase away Dad and Rob away from them so that us girls could have some. I love sugar cookies and these were exceptional examples. We were meeting our friends at the coffee shop and we knew that Ben and Ron had mighty sweet tooths for such short guys
Holly was quite the celebrity, our group's relationships with cheerleaders had never been good, but a lesbian cheerleader was the stuff of many a girls' fantasy. I could see Ellie and Carrie were both openly lusting after her and I must say I would have loved to have seen a nude catfight between the two cute redheads. I was really happy to see Steph; it had been a long time since I had seen my favorite tall, leggy blonde and I was sad that there would be no chance for us to fuck either. We looked up when the little bell on the door rang and Rita burst in with Jan following in his usual dignified manner. Like mostly people when they first meet Rita, Holly could not quit staring at Rita's huge tits.
We sat in the shop occupying the wildly mis-matched furniture, me with my black tea, everyone else with elaborate coffee drinks except for Holly's minimalist "Double Double" (two cream, two sugar). Eventually Holly told her story and the entire shop went quiet, even Rita's usually constant chatter died away, and there were tears in many eyes.
Ben broke the silence at last, "I am so sorry my dear. Yours is a story that old queens like us have heard too many times."
I had my hand on Holly's thigh, "Lisa and I know how lucky we were to have families that, while they didn't understand us, still loved us all the same. You've got friends and you have your sisters too."
She sniffed hard, "I'm just worried that Mom will find some way to take away the money my grandparents set aside for me. I don't want to drop out of school now and I certainly don't want to work at the mall for the rest of my life."
Ellie chimed in, "Do you have a copy of the trust agreement?" I could see the wheels in her pretty head turning and I could see how working with Mrs. Graff and Katherine had rubbed off on her.
Holly nodded and Ellie looked over at Rita, "Are you mom or Katherine at the house?"
"Mom and Dad are here. Katherine took Erin to Jamaica to see the town where she was born."
"You think your mom will help out Holly?"
"Once she hears her story I think mom may go hunting for Katherine's katana."
"I figured this was a story that would piss off the Boss Lady," Ellie added with a grim smile.
"I'll talk to Mom and Dad tonight. They are meeting with some of Dad's old law school friends in Champaign in the morning but they'll be back in the afternoon. You girls can come over in the morning if you want to." Rita's smile was a wickedly hungry one; Jan sighed, he recognized the need for his sexy girlfriend to have her "girl time."
I took Holly and Lisa back to Lisa's house; Holly was in the back seat and she put her hand on my shoulder, "Why did Rita sound so horny?"
"Tomorrow is the day before my birthday and we girls have a tradition for celebrating our friends' birthday. The birthday girl gets to eat all the birthday pussy that she wants."
Holly wiggled her tongue at me, "I'll be ready for that."
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Holly was, like most people, amazed by Rita's family's house. "Who are these people? This is like something out of The Godfather."
Lisa giggled, "You're pretty close. Rita's dad, and his dad before him, made their legal reputation defending mobsters. They did a really good job at that and got paid really well for their work. Now he mostly deals with sports and entertainment law. Rita's mom is a lawyer too, though she's mostly retired now. She takes cases from time to time, mostly civil rights cases and representing abused women."
"Who is this Katherine Rita kept talking about?"
Now it was my turn, "Katherine was Rita's nanny and bodyguard. She is the scariest woman I have ever met, she's like a Klingon samurai. She's a loyal friend but woe to someone who winds up on her bad side."
Rita opened the gate for us and we pulled up to the house and went inside. We went to the pool house, which was the size of the house I grew up in, and found Rita and Ellie there. They were already naked and sitting on the couch, rubbing each other's pussy. We took the hint and got out of our clothes too. Rita and Ellie were both obviously ready to fuck Holly; while Holly, whose tits were magnificent, was all but drooling looking at Rita's massive breasts. Lisa led Holly over to the couch and sat her down; all four girls had their legs spread wide, showing off their pussys.
I licked my lips and went to work. I started with Lisa of course, sliding two fingers into her while I sucked gently on her clit. I was slurping away, thoroughly enjoying my baby's sweet cunt when Lisa jerked a few times, making her high-pitched chirping sound, before flooding my face with her warm juices. Rita had thoughtfully provided towels for me and to protect the carpet. Lisa pulled me up by my hair and pulled me in tight to her, our boobs mashed together. She gave me a very long kiss, "Happy birthday baby, now get back to it."
Next was Holly, I so loved that she was letting her bush grow out. It would never be very dense but I enjoyed pressing my face into the soft, red fur. I push my tongue deep into her and it wasn't long before her hard thighs clamped against my head and her fingers were buried in my hair. After a few spasms her lovely naked body went limp I cleaned up the droplets of pussy juice. I gave her a nice kiss and moved on to Rita.
Rita turned around, presented her round butt to me; Rita loved getting her pussy and butthole licked at the same time and who was I to deny my best friend. Rita moved over to that she was in Holly's lap and I really wished I could see their big tits mashed together. From the quivering that went through Rita's chubby body I could tell that between my tongue teasing her pussy and butthole and Holly's long tongue in her mouth that she was experiencing her own wonderful orgasm.
Finally, I came to Ellie's firm body. I pressed my mouth to her pussy, reaching up to knead her light brown breasts. Ellie had been rubbing herself as I devoured my other friends so her orgasm came quickly and quite violently. I got a heel right into my chest, which knocked me back on my ass. My friends took this as an invitation and they all four descended on me, struggling with each other to work over my now very wet pussy. In the end my sweetie pushed the other girls out of the way and pushed me right over the edge into an orgasm that had me twitching and jerking on the floor for what seemed like several minutes. I was hoping to get to wrestle with Rita and Ellie but Rita broke into my reverie.
"We best get dressed, Mom and Dad will be home soon." I grumbled a little but did as I was told; Lisa did promise me more birthday pussy when we got back to our apartment.
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I always wondered if Rita's parents knew about her wild sexuality. I think they had figured out that she was definitely bisexual but if they knew about her wild group sex parties in the pool house (and in the pool, and in the hot tub) they never said anything. What I knew is that they really liked me and Lisa and I hoped that would extend to Holly. Any mention of the trust fund that funded her education tended to bring out the tears because she was terrified that her mom would somehow keep her from accessing the money.
We introduced Holly to the Graffs, the poor girl was almost shaking (Mr. Graff especially could be terrifying if you didn't know him). We sat down and me and Lisa held on to Holly's hands.
Mrs. G started, "So Holly, tell us what's happened." Holly told the story, sparing no details; Mrs. G was a god listener but I think she was actually shocked into silence that a parent could be this awful to their own child. The Graff's had tended to be over-protective of Rita but there was never any doubt they loved her, no matter what disastrous choices she made where guys were concerned (at least until Jan came along). Rita's half-sister Carolina's young life had been what could best be described as sexually excessive but there was no question that they loved both girls unconditionally (Carolina's mom had died when Carolina was a little girl) and that any threats to the girls would result in favors that were owed to Mr. Graff by some seriously scary people being called in. As Holly told her story Mr. G was chewing on a pencil, something he often did, and this time there were some deep tooth-marks on the pencil. Holly even included her mom's fury that a girl who had been at cheer camp (who we now knew was our high school's Queen Bitch Heather) had been lost the homecoming queen election to a "goddamn dyke" and that (we had never heard this part) someone at the school should have "Taken care of that freak and her dyke friends." Me and Lisa were stunned and so were Ellie and Rita; we all now knew that Holly's mom, at least in the heat of anger, would have had no issue with us being "Put in our place" with physical violence.
When Holly finished she was crying again; the silence in the room was really heavy. After what felt like several minutes Mr. G broke the silence, "My wife and I were never really aware by what people in the queer community faced until we met Cindy and Lisa, and we saw them first and foremost as Rita's best friends; the fact that they are also lesbians was secondary to their friendship and defense of our daughter, even when it was sometimes ill-advised," here he chuckled grimly, "But was has happened to you is inexcusable and we will help you as much as we can."
Mrs. G smiled, but it was a smile of ice, "Do you have the document laying out the rules of the trust?"
Holly nodded, unable to speak, and handed the paper to Mrs. G. she read it over and handed it to her husband. "This is a pretty standard establishment of a trust. Its language is very clear, I have to say whoever wrote it up did a fine job of it. It is plainly stated that the monies set aside by your grandparents was to be used for your education, and that on your 21st birthday you would assume full control of the funds and that the trustee, your father, would have no further control over that money. There is no legal way your mother can encumber this money just because she does not approve of your sexuality. Now, none of this will stop her from trying to use bullying and bluster to get her way, but if she tries that I think she will learn much to her chagrin that I have dealt with far more intimidating people than her and I do not scare easily." Now she turned to Ellie, who had been taking notes on all this; Ellie had spent the summer as Mrs. Graff's legal assistant and she took her responsibilities quite seriously. "Ms Mondragon, would you be willing to type up a letter to be sent to the bank and to the trustee informing that Ms Penfold is now the sole custodian of her funds."
Ellie popped up, "Yes Ma'am, just give me a few minutes." She went over to the computer to find the proper letter template.
Mr. Graff smiled a bit more warmly, "Ms Mondragon has the makings of an excellent attorney, she has learned a lot by watching Jeanine and Katherine in action. She's a fast study and she has a clear mind."
Lisa patted Holly's hand, "You're in good hands sweetie, these are the smartest people we know.
About 15 minutes later Ellie grabbed a sheet from the printer and handed it off to Mrs. G. She read it over, making some notations with a pencil. "Very nice work Ms Mondragon, make these edits and print this on letterhead and then this will be ready to mail."
"You got it Boss." Rita and her dad both laughed when her mom blushed some at being called "Boss."
Mrs. G re-read the letter and then handed it to her husband. He nodded and agreed that everything sounded good. "Nicely done Ms Mondragon." She looked over at Holly, smiling faintly, "A copy of this will go to the trust department at the bank in Indianapolis and another copy will be sent to your father since he is the trustee. My hope is that this will make it plain to everyone that you are now in sole control of the money your grandparents set aside for you, if you get any pushback then I want you to call me directly. These girls," Here she looked over at me, Lisa, and Rita, "Know that I despise people who try to take advantage of others and who try to push people around. I doubt there will be any issues with the bank but I worry that your mother will not like you standing up for yourself."
Holly shook the Graff's hands, "Thank you so much for your help; I really appreciate you heling me out with this."
Mr. G smiled, "You didn't ask us anything hard, you just want to make sure people know you are aware of your rights and what you are entitled to. We just lent you our names and our letterhead."
On the way out, Holly gave Ellie a very long hug, "Please come visit me some time, I want to properly thank you for helping me." Holly's green eyes were quite lustful and it was clear to all of us that she was eager to repay Ellie with some amazing sex.
We have stayed in contact with Holly over the years and she still tells people that the two of us, and our families, taking her in over that Christmas holiday, gave her the strength to go on. Sadly, she never did reconcile with her mom but she remains close to her sisters and her dad is still in contact with her from time to time.
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