A Girl's Story

A Girl's Story Chapter 3

Hello Readers! I'm so grateful to those of you who have read all the way through this saga; as for newer readers, Welcome! This is a work of fiction, but like all good fiction it has its basis in reality. The story is based on my college years, but our cute heroine's experiences are far more exciting than mine were and there's a lot more sex than what I got to have. I hope you enjoy this next segment.

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Part 3 -- Parades, a wrestling mate, and a trip back to Indiana

The QSA didn't have a float for the ISU Homecoming Parade, we would just be walking along with banners and lots of Pride flags. Lisa would be joining us, just as I would be joining her and the GSA for IWU's parade. For first year students we were oddly famous in the campus queer communities, well Lisa was the famous one and I was her (to many people) incidental girlfriend. We had not come out in the open about our love for threesomes and my love for wrestling, so for now we were just a pair of tooth-achingly sweet 18-year-old lesbians. I had shown off my photo albums and they had impressed a fair number of people; with so many artistic types in the groups I enjoyed the acknowledgement of my skills. I had also taken advantage of various group members' apartment kitchens to cook for the two groups and that definitely caused my stock to rise with our new-found friends. Lisa would forever be the Lesbian Homecoming Queen; the folks who had heard her sing had been really impressed as well.

The parade was fun, we got fewer insults hurled at us than we had at our high school parade last year, but there were a fair number of folks cheering for us too and that felt good. After the parade Dawn came up behind us, putting an arm around each waist (which felt very nice).

"You girls want to come back to my place?"

We looked at each other and I answered for both of us, "Sure."

We walked to Dawn's apartment, Lisa and I behind her, watching her enchanting butt move as she walked. Lisa had immediately commented on Dawn's resemblance to Janet and had speculated as to whether she had a nice blonde bush as well. Going inside Dawn pulled us down onto the couch in her rather cramped efficiency apartment (certainly no room for wrestling).

Lisa brought up what we were both thinking, "Dawn, you need to know that you bear an uncanny resemblance to Cindy's little sister Janet. I'll just come out and say it, I've fucked Cindy's sister, Cindy knows about it, and she's cool with it."

Dawn was (I love this word!) gobsmacked, "O.K., let me understand this, you (looking at Lisa) fucked her baby sister and you (looking at me) were fine with that?"

I swallowed hard, "Yeah. I'll admit I've actually had some seriously dirty thoughts about Janet, but incest would just be a step too far. If my little sister was going to explore her sexuality I want it to be with someone who really cared about her and Lisa was one of those people. Here's the thing Dawn, Lisa and I have had sex with many other girls, but we always come back to each other. We really like group sex and we are pretty open minded about things."

"So you girls are swingers."

We were both confused, "What does that mean Dawn?" Lisa asked.

"It means you're a couple, you are totally in love with each other, but you like having sex with other people, in your case other girls. There's lots of couples out there who swing but it's less common amongst lesbians. What it means is that here on campus you girls will be really popular." Dawn was pulling her top off as she spoke and we took the hint. It was not rushed but it didn't take us very long to be naked. Dawn had very nice tits and, as predicted, a light blonde bush.

I spread my legs wide, exposing my pink pussy and my unruly brown bush. Dawn was a new thing for us, an experienced lesbian. Lisa and I, along with our friends, did a lot of fumbling around and we tried to copy what the girls in the videos did in their lesbian scenes, but we didn't really know what we were doing. Dawn knew exactly what she was doing; she dove in, devouring my pussy like it was the best thing she had ever tasted. Dawn was a deliciously sadistic bitch, she would take me right to the edge of orgasm and then back off, leaving me teetering on the precipice before returning to her animalistic pussy-eating. When I finally did climax it was the most violent one I had ever experienced; I was worried Dawn might wind up with a black eye.

Now she moved over to Lisa, who had been sucking on my nipples the entire time my pussy was being eaten. Now Dawn was eating Lisa's pussy with total abandon, once again taking her to the edge of orgasm and then pulling back. I got in behind Lisa, my legs wrapped around her and getting her in a loose chokehold, which I knew drove her wild. Lisa's pussy pretty much exploded when her orgasm finally hit; I was holding her tight as she managed to spray down most of Dawn's apartment, Dawn's naked body was completely soaked with Lisa's juices.

We then descended on Dawn, licking Lisa's juices from her pale skin. I spread her butt cheeks wide, pushing my tongue into her butthole while Lisa was rubbing Dawn's clit with her hard nipple. Dovefucking was a new experience for Dawn and she really liked it. Dawn's orgasms were a sort of squeaking, jerking event, she did squirt a little bit too.

We lay there in a pile on the floor, randomly caressing each other, kissing occasionally, and just generally basking in the afterglow.

"So, I look that much like your little sister?"

I nodded, "You really do." I looked over at Lisa, "How does she compare to Janet babe?"

"She knows way more things, Janet fucks like you dance; sort of all over the place in an adorably spastic way. It's fun but, "and here she gave Dawn's breast a squeeze, "You babe, know a girl's body better than either of us do. You get to be our sexual Jedi master from here out."

"Oh, I know people who are going to love you two, both on campus and off. I've got to take you two to the club some night."

Lisa was ever the voice of reason, "But we're too young to get into a bar."

Dawn kissed her nipple, "Don't you worry sweetie, the owner is on our team and she loves taking care of youngsters like you two. You want to come to karaoke night sometime?"

Lisa's blue eyes lit up like stars, "Tell us when and where and we'll be there."

"It's tomorrow night at the gay bar in Bloomington. One of you girls have a car? My truck doesn't have room for three to travel any distance at all."

I was excited for the opportunity to meet more queer people, "Call me tomorrow and we'll come pick you up. Lisa's spending the weekend at my room." I had explained my living situation to Dawn, she wanted me to invite Lauren along, and I said I would. She was also very interested in how things would proceed with Sam and Amber. Lisa and I walked back to my dorm and pretty much collapsed on the couch.

Lauren was there, getting ready to watch Babylon 5 on TV so we settled in to watch with her, making a nice batch of popcorn.

"You two look like you had an exciting day." Her smile showed she was pretty sure what we had done after the parade.

Lisa gave her a dazzling smile, "We met a new friend from the QSA. She's going to introduce us to more people at karaoke night at a gay bar. Would you like to come along?"

"I'll let you girls go and tell me what it's like. I've got my own plans.

I was intrigued, "Oh, and who is she?"

"He. I met him at the parade; he seems like a nice guy and he goes both ways."

I was playing with Lisa's boobs through her shirt, "I'm sure you two will have loads of fun. We will, of course, want all the details."

Sam got home about halfway through the episode, "Hi girls. Did you enjoy the parade?"

"Yeah, we did. I put a red hoodie on Lisa so she blended in with our group. I saw that the Ag group in the parade was pretty big."

"It was, I even got to borrow a horse to ride, a nicely behaved gelding named Oliver."

I wasn't sure what that meant, though I was sure Lisa knew more than I did (being such a sexy bookworm) but Sam had clearly had fun and that made me happy for her.

Dawn had worn us out so Lisa and I just snuggled close, like we had much choice in that narrow bed, but laying there nipple to nipple felt wonderful. I woke up at some point in the early morning looking into Lisa's blue eyes and feeling her finger sliding between my pussy lips. I rotated around so that we were in a 69 on our sides; I was between her legs sucking gently on her clit while she had a finger in my butt and her tongue sliding in and out of my pussy. We climaxed at almost the same time, me with a minimum of kicking, her with only a little squirting. We feel back asleep with my laying on her boobs playing with her white hair.

My floor went to the football game together, it was another of those teambuilding activities, and the other folks on my floor had gotten used to Lisa being around. I was sure that everyone knew we were a couple, but no one said anything, and we held back on being too overtly lesbian. Neither of us were real football fans, we never had been, so we would cheer when everyone else did and then quietly discuss which of the cheerleaders we thought would have the best tits. Lauren knew a lot more about football than we did, and she made sure we weren't utterly lost; she had also brought along Jimmy, the guy she had met at the parade. We agreed he was pretty good looking; he seemed quite smitten with Lauren and she seemed pretty happy with him

That evening we picked up Dawn and drove out on the west side of town to a bar called The Mersey Ferry. They actually sold food, pizza and bar snacks, and that made them (in the eyes of the law) a restaurant and that meant Lisa and I, even though we weren't 21, were allowed in, at least until 10pm. Dawn was going to introduce us to the owners so they would be O.K. with us staying around.

Since I had been in the lesbian world I had met a few butch women, but Tina was in a league of her own. She was built like the proverbial brick outhouse with close-cropped blonde hair, standing about 5'3" and she was covered in tattoos. She had a thick accent from her native Birkenhead, Englad and she was easily the most profane woman I had ever met. Her partner, Donna, was short too, maybe an inch taller than Tina, with long black hair and very nice breasts.

"Hi Dawn. These are the new girls?" Tina seemed nice, despite her intimidating appearance.

"Yeah, this is Cindy, and this is Lisa. They are first year students in from the boonies, but they have made a bit of a stir in their young lives."

Donna was intrigued, "Really? How so?"

And so we told our story; I could tell Tina didn't understand the entire Homecoming Queen thing, having not grown up in this country, but Donna came from a small town in Kentucky and she did appreciate how huge an openly gay queen was. We were quizzed about our knowledge of music, and I represented us well; I was once again so thankful for the education I had gotten from Lee's dad and the whole staff at the record store.

Tina gave us a smile, "O.K. girls, this is a safe place for all people but especially for us queer folks. You girls are in a sort of legal gray area, until 10 you'll be fine but after that if you see the police come in make your way back to the restrooms and duck into the pantry and someone will come get you when it's clear. We haven't had any problems for a long time, but I don't want to have the eyes of the law looking too closely at us. There are too many people in this town who remember fondly a time where just looking like you might be queer cold get you a weekend in jail and I don't want to give the police any ideas.

We nodded and ordered a basket of fries. We sat at a table near the stage with Dawn and watched as people of all shapes, sizes and ages came in. Some of the women looked to be our age, but it was hard to tell. Some folks clearly stopped to talk to Tina and Donna, probably to ask about us new girls. When you are deep in the closet you worry about busybodies and outright spies and so you have to be very aware of the people around you. The Mersey Ferry had a much nicer karaoke setup than what we had used at the coffeeshop, and lots of people were putting their names on the list to sing. I took a peek and saw the song selections leaned heavily toward the classics and showtunes (no surprise there). Lisa's first choice was "Everything I Do (I Do for You)" from Robin Hood; she told me to be brave and so I picked "Celluloid Heroes" by The Kinks. We got polite applause for both our efforts and I did notice some women looking with obvious hunger at Lisa (no surprise there either). Her second selection was "Hey Big Spender" from Sweet Charity and that drew more applause and quite a few whistles, I was cheering quite loudly since I had seen Lisa perform the song nude. My bravery was further fueled by a beer someone gotten for me and so I got up to do my other favorite, "Daydream Believer" by the Monkees. The story of Lisa's triumph as Homecoming Queen had clearly made the rounds because I got quite a few pats on the butt on my way back to our table from the stage.

All of this was left in the dust by Lisa's last song. I knew she would sing "You'll Never Walk Alone" because it was one of her favorites and that she would probably do it without the recorded music and she might well turn the mike off also (to protect the amplifier). What neither of us realized that her song was also the anthem for the Liverpool FC soccer team in England and that Tina was a rabid fan. The Mersey Ferry was at its busiest on the days that Liverpool soccer ("football" for those for whom the Premier League represents the pinnacle of sports) matches were on the TV's. On those days the place would be utterly packed with soccer fans and that was very unusual in Central Illinois for anything apart from when the Cardinals were in the baseball post-season or Chicago Bears games. So when Lisa began to sing the song, starting out low and quiet, I saw Tina's head whip around hard enough to make her short hair move and many other people turned to the stage as well; the bar got really quiet too. By the time she finished, right fist thrust in the air showing off her Pride bracelet, the crowd was going wild and the tears were streaming down Tina's face.

She intercepted Lisa on the way back to our table, wrapping her in a crushing bearhug and lifting her off her feet, "Holy shit girl! Dawn told me you were good, but I had no idea. You can come here anytime you want but especially on game days. If you'll sing before the match starts I can guarantee you girls won't have to pay for pizza or beer all night."

Lisa was blushing incandescently, mauled by endless (often quite drunken) hugs. Neither of us had any sort of clue about the song and its relationship to Liverpool soccer; we were in a whole new world. However Lisa was in her element; there were lots of people in the crowd who loved the same music that she did and many of them had connections in the theater world. She announced to me, in her borderline Mean Girl voice, "We are coming back here as often as we can." She got no argument from me.

The next weekend was IWU's Homecoming. Lisa had not gone out of her way to tell other girls on her floor, other than Amber, that she would be in the parade with the GSA. I would be staying the weekend with her so by Sunday night more of her neighbors would know she was gay; she hoped that these girls knew her well enough that they would accept this new revelation. I was hoping that the others would accept me too; my reasoning was that my providing food would let them realize that being a lesbian was just one part of my life.

It was actually a little chilly that morning, so I was grateful Lisa had gotten me a green hoodie so that I would blend in with the group better (just like I had gotten her a red one for wearing to ISU events). I was introduced to her new GSA friends, many of whom seemed to have heard wildly exaggerated stories about me. Lisa made a special point to introduce me to a very cute redhead named Clarissa. She was a short girl, about 5'3" and pleasantly chubby. Even with her wearing a sweatshirt it was clear she had nice big boobs, possibly on par with Rita's, and her face was a mass of freckles.

"Clarissa is a fellow theater major, and like you she is more interested in being backstage. She's also a wrestling fan."

Now they had my total attention, "Well that is nice to hear. Do you live in Lisa's dorm?"

"No, I'm a townie. I live with my parents and ride the bus to campus. My parents are retired so I have the house to myself a lot of the time."

I was squeezing Lisa's hand really hard, we may have found someone who we could really have fun with and also not freak our roommates out as much.

The parade was very fun, but my mind remained fixated on going to Clarissa's house after the parade and hopefully enjoying some serious naked wrestling. Clarissa was eager for us to come to her house, so we first went by Lisa's room and grabbed her some clothes and leaving a note for Amber to not worry about us. We went by and grabbed clothes from my room as well, in addition to some of my videotapes. On the ride to her house we quizzed Clarissa about her background. Hers was similar to ours but her first sexual experiences had been with a college girl who had stayed at with her at the house while her parents were away. In some ways her story was like Rita's except that Kelly had made the first move (risky move on her part) and Clarissa had responded enthusiastically. Clarissa had even convinced her parents to get some exercise mats for the basement (her step-mom was constantly telling Clarissa how fat she was). Clarissa had also heard about the Golden Girls wrestling videos and she also had a collection of wrestling magazines as well as sexfighting videos from a company called Napali. Kelly had been Clarissa's main source of sexual knowledge, but she told us she had fooled around with a few girls in high school and that there had been 3 rather disappointing experiences with guys.

Her dad had retired from a financial planning business shortly before she graduated from high school, while her step-mom's job seemed to be shopping and getting larger and larger breast implants. It was a bigger house than the one I grew up in but nothing like Rita's house or Alecia's (or even Steph's). We went down to the basement and I quite literally started rubbing my pussy; in the middle of the room there was an 8 foot by 8-foot exercise mat. I was ready to go but Clarissa wanted to show us some videos. I had a few Golden Girls videos that showed incredibly hot women, with big 80's hair and everything, wrestling topless but Clarissa's videos were primarily women with massive tits (they made Rita look flat-chested) catfighting nude and fucking afterward. She was right, Lisa and I were incredibly wet and ready to go.

"How do you want to wrestle Cindy?"

I gave her my best wicked smile, "Naked, of course."

Clarissa literally clapped her hands before she began to strip, "You have no idea how much I have fantasized about meeting another girl who likes what I do. Kelly and I wrestled some, but she was so much bigger than me it wasn't much of a contest."

Lisa and I were both stripping too, Lisa was going to watch us, and I was sure she would be fervently masturbating as she did. I looked Clarissa over, she was a redhead all the way down though she had very little pubic hair. She did have freckles everywhere, even on her tits, and her nipples were almost invisible. Her boobs were big, but they hung down and that made them sway in a maddeningly erotic way when she moved. Lisa called out "Fight!" and we went at it.

We ran at each other, our breasts smashing together. Clarissa weighed about the same as me, I couldn't wait to drive me fist into her soft belly, but I had almost 7" on her. She managed to trip me and send me down on my ass; she flopped down on my, dropping her forearm into my belly. Getting on top of me Clarissa began slapping her swaying tits against my head before pressing down on me, using her soft tits to smother me. I was realizing that Clarissa had watched those sexfight tapes many times and she had decided to use her boobs as weapons. I tried distracting her by sucking on her nipple; that seemed to work, she moaned pretty loud (but that could have been Lisa moaning as she was masturbating) and I got my legs up and wrapped around her waist. She arched her back as I was squeezing, and I took advantage of that to grab her low-hanging tits and squeeze hard. She was pushing on my legs, trying to wriggle out, she grabbed my nipples and twisted hard and now it was a battle of who could take it the longest. As we rolled on the mats Lisa experience an exceptionally powerful orgasm because I heard her high-pitched squeal and then it felt like someone had turned a hose on us, Clarissa and I were both soaked in Lisa's juices and that made our naked bodies really slippery.

Clarissa used this to wriggle out from my legs. For a girl who had learned all her moves from TV she was really good, and she was stronger than she looked. I was in a real fight, I hadn't had a struggle this epic since my matches with Lee's high school girlfriend Annie. We were writhing and squirming on the wet mat when I got to me knees with Clarissa on her back. I dropped my forearm down on her jiggling, soft belly, making her exhale hard. I was able to get behind her, my legs around her waist squeezing hard and I was able to use my arms to get her in a full nelson. Looking at Lisa I saw her eyes were closed and she was wildly pumping her pussy with three fingers. I was close to orgasm myself with Clarissa's warm, wet body rubbing on mine when she finally shouted, "I give!"

I let her go and almost immediately Lisa was pushing me on my back and lowering her still-dripping pussy to my face. Clarissa was equally in the grips of a complete fuck-frenzy and she spread my legs and went to work sucking on my clit and raking her fingers down my thighs. My orgasm came quick and my moans were muffled by Lisa's pussy releasing another flood of juice. I hadn't warned Clarissa about my violent orgasm and I felt my foot connect with something soft, but I wasn't sure what it was.

Clarissa's pale skin meant that there was a pretty clear bruise from my heel smashing into her left boob as I came. "I'm sorry sweetie, I didn't warn you to hold on tight to my legs, I'm dangerous when I come hard and this was a truly towering orgasm."

She smiled, "I liked it." She slid up my naked body and paused to use her swaying right breast to slap against my pussy, that brought on an almost immediate orgasm that was thankfully less violent.

"You like things kind of rough, don't you?"

"I do. There were certainly times with Kelly where she wasn't gentle with me and those were my best orgasms."

I could see Lisa was playing with her braid and I knew what she was thinking. Lightning quick she looped her long, white hair and around Clarissa's neck and started to use her braid to squeeze our new friend's lovely neck. I spread Clarissa's thick legs wide and moved in to eat her pussy; two fingers in her cunt, one finger from my other hand pushing up into her butt, and my mouth pressed tight to her clit. Clarissa's orgasm was heralded by quivering all through her sexy body, especially her legs.

"Wow. I've never had sex with two girls at once, that was amazing."

Lisa gave her a kiss on her pale tit, "We like having multiple partners; Cindy likes fighting more than I do, but I really like watching her wrestle."

"Do you always squirt that much when you come?"

"No always, it has to be a really good orgasm."

Clarissa told us more of her story, in some ways it reminded us of Ellie's story except that there was never a lack of money for her. Her mom and dad had gotten divorced when she was in 5th grade and her dad had gotten custody of her. She didn't go into details, but it sounded like her mom had started drinking heavily as a result of the divorce and that was a sad part to the story. Her dad had met Georgia on a business trip and married her a few months later. We saw photos of her and she certainly had the look of a trophy wife, right down to the massive breast implants and lots of other plastic surgery. They way Clarissa described her Georgia was not a nice woman, in fact we both felt she was outright mean to Clarissa. I could tell some of this was really bothering Lisa, she was an incredibly kind person and because of that she had absolutely no use for those who are mean to others just because they can get away with it.

I was playing with Clarissa's red hair, it was very fine and very soft, "Would it be OK if we spent weekends here sometimes? There's not much privacy in a dorm room and of course you could join us as well.

"My dad and Georgia are gone for months at a time, you can come over pretty much whenever you want to."

She showed us around the house (we were all still naked), there were 3 spare bedrooms (Clarissa had two older sisters who were both out of college and married, they didn't like Georgia either) and Clarissa was happy to watch Lisa and I fuck on each bed (Hey, we had to try them out). Clarissa's bedroom was very much that of a little girl, she explained to us that she thought that was because, in some ways, Georgia never wanted her to grow up because then she would have to admit she was getting older too.

Clarissa opened one of her drawers and Lisa's eyes lit up when Clarissa pulled out some silk ropes. "Either of you ever been tied up?"

I didn't even get to agree, Lisa pushed me down on the bed and sat on my belly while my ankles and wrists were tied to the bedposts. Lisa and Carissa took turns brushing their fingers over my pussy and my nipples, utterly torturing me. I experienced another towering orgasm, straining against my bonds while Lisa choked me with her hair and Carissa slapped my pussy with her heavy tits.

I was a little sad there wasn't a pool or a hot tub, but you can't have it all. We went downstairs to the TV room, still naked, and watched TV for a while playing with each other's boobs. Sleeping in a king-sized bed was glorious after trying to fuck in my narrow dorm bed, it was going to be very hard to not be here in Clarissa's house all the time.

After dinner, we had Subway, I dropped Lisa off at her dorm. Amber was clearly dying to know what we had done all weekend, but it was our turn to torment her.

"You two have a good weekend?"

Lisa gave her a dazzling smile, "Oh, we certainly did. Met some new friends and everything." It was obvious Amber wanted to know more but we kept the details to ourselves. Back at my dorm Lauren filled me in on her weekend which included (in her words), "Some excellent sex." Sam didn't ask for details, I didn't think she really wanted to know.

It was several days later, as I was looking in my planner, that I realized the next weekend was the Feast of the Hunter's Moon in Indiana at the old French fort we had visited while on tour with the band. I was going to go no matter what, but I was very happy that Lisa wanted to come with me too. I asked Sam and Lauren but neither of them was interested. Clarissa wasn't able to go because there was someone coming to do some work on the house and so she needed to be home and Dawn had a job and she couldn't get the time off on such short notice. What surprised me was when Lisa called me and asked if I was O.K. with Amber coming with us. She had explained to Amber we would spend the night in Lafayette and Amber was fine with that. Then at the end of the call she said, "Oh by the way Amber and I had a nice time of topless kissing last night."

"You nasty trollop! How was it? What do her boobs feel like? Does she want to kiss me too? Can we fuck her now?" The questions came very fast, but the conclusion was that Amber was leaning toward trying sex that involved no pregnancy risk (Sensible girl!). This was going to be fun.

After two months of knowing Amber we had decided she was one of those girls who likes to say shocking things to see how people will react. We had known girls like her in high school, but they had been mostly in the hardcore punk and goth categories. Amber was different since she presented as a nice, pretty, seemingly wholesome girl but news of her and Lisa rubbing boobs had led me to the conclusion that while she was not full-on lesbian like me (Kinsey 6) she was clearly somewhere in the bisexual range (between a 2 and a 5) and a probable (this was a term I had learned at a QSA meeting) "Lesbian Until Graduation." She was attracted to girls, but it seemed to me that the prospect of sex with no need for contraception was very appealing to her.

Lisa had been the only person to sign up to sing the National Anthem before the women's soccer game against Wheaton. I had heard her sing the anthem many times, often commenting how she could hit that high note at the end without any strain at all, but this would be the first time for her friends on her dorm floor (many of whom had come to the game to cheer on Amber) got to hear her. It was the first time many of her neighbors heard how really talented she was, and I was reveling in the role of Proud Girlfriend. Amber did get a few minutes of playing time, during which we cheered like wild women.

After the game we went back to Lisa's room, taking off our tops and bras. We sat in the amazingly comfy chair Amber had brought with her, Lisa was in my lap facing me so that I could suck on her nipples and bite at her neck; we were both quite curious on what Amber's reaction would be. We heard the key in the door and tried hard not to giggle as she came in.

"Hey girls, I heard you..." She stopped dead, Lisa could see her mouth was open in surprise and that her nipples were clearly visible through her t-shirt. Lisa got up and went over to her, pulling her in tight and holding on to her long ponytail, and kissed her hard and also grabbing on to her nice round breast. She pulled Amber's jersey off and I was also up out of the chair pulling off Amber's sports bra. I was rubbing and squeezing her wonderfully firm boobs, entranced by her dark brown nipples. I was kissing her in a really loud, messy way, our tongues swirling around each other with our breasts mashed together. We were all ready to fuck but we also needed to be on the road and so we put our tops back on, not bothering with bras, and got the Red October loaded up to head east to Indiana.

We talked a lot as we rolled eastward, Amber wanted to know our story and so we told the entire sordid thing. Amber's story was quite a bit tamer than ours; she had discovered masturbation about the same time we did, in 6th grade. There had been a few dalliances with girls, including a summer of sex with an older girl after she got to high school. She had many more experiences with guys but most of those had left her disillusioned. Non-Indian guys found her wonderfully exotic (we certainly did) but they never got past the "Indian Princess" trope. During her summers on the Menominee reservation she had gone to what was basically a camp for "City Indians" to give them contact with their own culture. Guys who lived on the reservation felt that since she was a city girl she would be sexually easy; she had learned pretty quick to use her sexuality to get what she wanted from guys, kind of like our high school friends Rita and Gena. She freely admitted she had never met anyone like us and she was really fascinated by our adventures with Honey. She knew too many girls, especially on the reservation, who stayed with guys who were not good to them because they thought they didn't deserve (or would never find) anything better. She was determined to make it as a professional musician and if she got into a relationship with a guy or a girl she wanted it to be one like ours where they wold be true partners.

We stayed at the same little motel that we had stopped at back in the summer. The lady at the desk even remembered us and was quite happy that we had come back to see the old fort. It was a pretty chilly evening and there was a fire burning in the courtyard fire pit. All three of us sat in a wicker loveseat just enjoying the fire and feeling the warmth from our bodies. Amber liked sex, but she wasn't as insatiable as we were. Our room had two queen beds but we all crawled into one bed, naked of course.

Early in the morning (at least the Sun was up) I was awakened by some sexy moans next to me. I gently rolled over and proceeded to watch Amber and Lisa in locked in a quite energetic 69. Lisa was on top, her white hair draped over Amber's muscular legs and her face buried in Amber's pussy. Amber's lithe brown body was writhing underneath my sweetie and she was pushing her tongue into Lisa's pussy and pushing a finger into her tight butthole. Lisa did not let herself completely go so this orgasm was not particularly wet, but it still gave Amber plenty to swallow.

Lisa slid off of Amber's amazing naked body and went to the bathroom and I took over. I was on top of her, my pussy pressed to hers and my hard nipples mashing into her wonderfully firm tits. I was working slowly, my coarse brown bush rubbing on her fine black fur, our nipples sliding across each other. Our tongues were swirling around each other and she had her arms wrapped around me, holding my naked body tight to hers. Amber made a cute little series of "Ah Ah Ah Ah" noises before her arms and legs clamped around me. That made my orgasm even more intense since I couldn't move my legs as I came. We were laying on our backs, hands on each other's pussy, when Lisa came out of the bathroom. I looked up and smiled, seeing that Lisa had brought her dildo; Amber's brown eyes went wide, and she licked her lips hungrily to see the purple plastic dick emerging from Lisa's white bush.

"Hands and knees Amber, get that cute butt up in the air." I repositioned myself so I could watch my sweetie and so that Amber could lick my cunt.

Lisa grabbed Amber's hips and pushed the purple cock into her roommate's wet pussy as far as she could go. I was gripping Amber's black hair with both hands as Lisa's hips slammed into Amber's muscular butt. I had my legs clamped on Amber's head when my climax came, and I could hear her muffled squeals when she came as well. Lisa then applied some lube to the dildo and began slowly pushing it into Amber's anus, making her eyes go wide and the scrunch tightly shut. I held her face in my hands as Lisa ass-fucked her, kissing her furiously. Interestingly Amber came even faster from getting it in the butt, but she was pretty well primed by this point. Lisa removed the one end of the dildo from her pussy and let Amber collapse on the bed with the other end still quivering in her tight butthole.

"Holy shit! Are all lesbians as wild as you two?"

We both laughed, I pulled the dildo from her butt and gave her hard, brown nipples a tug, "We have no idea. We've never fucked any really `experienced' women until we got to college, just girls like us who have barely figured out what we like." Amber grimaced slightly when I told her that whoever gets the dildo in her butt has to wash it off, but she did what was needed. She laid back down on the bed with us on either side of her so that we could play with her boobs and stroke her still quite wet pussy.

"So let help me understand this; you two, who clearly are madly in love with each other, also enjoy casual sex with an amazing number of other girls."

I gave her lovely brown nipple a bite, "That sums it up pretty well. We've been told we are what are known as `Swingers', we really enjoy sex with lots of other girls but the actual romantic love is just between us. A girl I met in the QSA said we are kind of rare birds in the lesbian world."

Amber looked over at Lisa as she played with her long, white hair, "And you, Snow White, you fucked Cindy's little sister and Cindy walked in while you were eating her pussy."

Lisa bit her other nipple, "That's right. I did let Janet make the first move, I didn't want to pressure her at all into it, I wanted it to be her decision."

"Lisa and I had talked about it because Janet was giving off all sorts of signs about wanting to explore her sexuality. Incest was just not something I could get into, but if my baby sister was going to try fucking other girls I wanted them to be girls who cared about her and wouldn't hurt her. It turned out Lisa was #3 anyway."

We had hung out the "Do Not Disturb" sign but it was close to 11 by now and we did need to get our butts moving. The shower in the room was not big enough for two of us, let alone three so we got cleaned up and ready to go. We had been fucking for some time, so it was almost lunchtime when we finally rolled out and lunch meant only one thing (to me at least); Coney dogs at Dog `n' Suds.

I got to braid Lisa's hair (both of us naked as usual) and Amber asked me to braid her; I was happy to feel her butt pressed up between my legs and I did squeeze her boobs quite a bit. I was in my usual black jeans and t-shirt but, since I had checked the weather before we left home, I knew it had been raining so I wore my Doc Marten's. Lisa was, of course, the stylish member of the couple, even in a t-shirt and hiking boots she looked glamorous. Amber went for the jeans, an IWU sweatshirt, and work boots look but both of us noticed the elaborate choker she wore. We were about to ask her about it when she asked us a question first.

"So what's the deal with those necklaces you wear?"

"Mine is a Spanish 8 Reals that was minted in Mexico City in 1721. It crossed the Pacific in a Spanish galleon and it finally wound up in the Philippines. My granddad bought it in the market in Manila when he was in the navy." Amber looked at it closely, giving my tits some firm squeezes as well.

"Why does it have Chinese characters on it?"

"Granddad told me that Chinese merchants would put their chopmark on coins to say that it was the right weight in silver."

"What about yours Lisa?"

"Cindy gave it to me. It's almost 400 years old and it comes from China; she got it at a flea market years ago. These coins are part of our whole Pirate Queens image. Now what about that choker you have on?"

"I made it at `Indian Girl Camp'. It's made out of porcupine quills and glass beads. It's an old design but Indian women have worn necklaces like these for centuries; one of the ways you can tell how old they are is by whether there are glass beads worked into it. Glass beads were one of the things that Indian people would trade furs for when the French first came to our land."

My obsession with Coney sauce was something Lisa just humored me about, she admitted it made for a tasty hot dog, but she just did not understand how I could get so excited about it. Amber was acquainted with the concept of a Coney dog; evidentially they were common in Greek diners across the upper Midwest and she agreed this sauce was good, but she too did not understand why I was practically rubbing my pussy at the mere thought of it. I declared them to both be culinary heathens and that I would bring them to the true path someday.

Our last visit to the fort had been in late mid-summer and we had been the only people there. Now there were thousands there and all sorts of activities and programs. On one stage there was a group playing traditional music that would have been common in New France in the early 1700's; it sounded a lot like Cajun music only without the accordions. Lisa, of course, was ready to dance and I let her lead. Amber took a turn with her as well, she was clearly having a good time. For one of the slower waltz-tempo songs and older guy asked me to dance. He was amazingly light on his feet for being dressed as a courier du bois, or voyageur. He was even singing some in French and I was impressed that he was a complete gentleman.

Looking over the program, Amber saw that there were also several Indian dance groups. She told us she had learned some of the basic what she called "social dances" when she was little and she had regalia that her mom and aunt had helped her make. She gave us a rundown on the basics of Indian dancing, including some cautions about things that we, as white girls, did not want to say or do as they were things Native people found quite offensive (or at least annoying); chief among these were that the dancers were not wearing "costumes", they were wearing "regalia."

Tomboy that I am I had to admit what the women were wearing were some of the most beautiful outfits I had ever seen. Lisa was watching the dancers closely, sometimes asking Amber questions; she had a professional interest in the dances since over the course of her college career she would take many dance classes and she would also be teaching dance (she loved working with the little kids).

Amber took us over to meet one of the dancers after their performance. There was what I considered an almost ritualistic exchange of tribal information; Amber told us this was very common when Indian people first meet, it lets everyone know who is related (however distantly) to who and where they come from. Grace, the dancer, was from Springfield, Missouri and was a student at the University of Missouri in Rolla. Like Amber she was a "City Indian", the Wea (along with the Cahokia and Peoria tribes) had a reservation in northeast Oklahoma but Grace made it clear she found it a kind of depressing place.

Grace, Amber, and Lisa talked for a while about the music and the dance step and the body movements that were all part of the dances. Naturally, naughty girl that I am, was imagining what Grace looked like naked; she seemed pretty powerfully built (she was studying mining engineering) with her dark brown hair in a thick braid that came down to her mid-back. I was determined not to come across as a complete sex fiend; I would have to work out my tensions with Lisa (and also possibly Amber).

That night Amber got into the other bed wearing a long t-shirt. She was asleep pretty fast, leaving Lisa and I to enjoy each other. We took turns as to who would be on top when we rubbed our naked bodies together; it was a calmer, more low-key sex but it was also exceedingly romantic. Lisa's nipples were really sensitive that night so I was able to bring her to orgasm by just rubbing my boobs on hers; she also asked me to put her in a chokehold which I was more than happy to do.

Many of the participants at the fort were camping in period-appropriate tents or tipis but Grace and her cousins were in a nice RV parked back from the main area. We met her there in the morning and she introduced us to more of her family, her littlest cousin was completely fascinated by Lisa's white hair. Lisa watched as Lila (she was 9) showed some of the traditional dance steps and Lisa showed her some of the moves she had done in her class' last recital. I had always thought Lisa would have made a great mom but, Dear Reader, as the story unfolds, it will turn out that kids will just not be in the cards for us. However, to this day, Lisa loves teaching dance classes and she is incredibly good with little kids, especially the girls.

Before we left I had several more Coney dogs, I was sure I could feel my ass expanding but I was willing to pay that price. On the way back home we talked a lot about many things. Amber did comment on how nice the sound system was in the Red October and she was quite impressed that I had put it in myself. She asked if I would help her put a better one in her Volkswagen Jetta; I told her I would be happy to but that she would need to pay me in pussy. Her smile told me she liked that deal. She did mention that, since she had first met me, that I looked a lot like someone, but that she couldn't think of who it was. She had finally figured it out, she felt I looked a lot like Grace Slick (from Jefferson Airplane/Starship) back in the late 1960's. I found a photo of her online when I got home and showed it to Lisa, Sam, and Lauren and they all agreed the resemblance was definitely there; sadly I did not have her voice. Oh well.

Sadly, my resemblance to Grace Slick has faded over the years, such is life. I always love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to the Nifty Archive (https://donate.nifty.org)