A Girl's Story Chapter 31
We've now reached a time in our heroine's lives where the lesbian drama of their circle of friends has decreased just a little. All this is fiction, but as before it's based on the reality of my college life.
Part 31: A Long-Awaited Spring
Rob and Cherie drove down for the matinee performance of South Pacific and they brought Granddad with them. South Pacific was every inch the traditional 1950's musical and, of course, Lisa was wonderful in it. After the show we got to meet the cast and I got a photo of Granddad next to Lisa in her World War II era costume, her hair very carefully done up in the bun so common to the period, and Rob took one of me, Lisa, and Granddad as well; I promised Granddad I would send him a print of both of them.
We went to the pizza place across the street from our apartment for dinner before they headed home. Granddad said our apartment reminded him a lot of the one that he and Grandma had lived in when he was stationed at Alameda; he teared up a little when I told Cherie that she and Rob had to come with the baby so she could rock her (or him, we didn't know which) in Grandma's old rocking chair, that gave Rob the sniffles too.
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After giving it a lot of thought we decided that, to get the most of our Spring Break trip, we would fly to Atlanta. We had planned with Paula so that our flight in, and her flight to San Juan, we timed right such that she could meet us and give us her car keys. We would meet her when her flight landed and give her the keys back before we boarded our flight to O'Hare. We would take the train to Chicago and Rita would help us get out to O'Hare with hopefully enough time for some quality fucking as well. We were both a little sad that we would be there too early to see the sea turtles coming onto the beach to lay their eggs but we were both excited to spend time by the ocean. I hadn't thought about packing because I had a more immediate concern; planning Lisa's 21st birthday.
I'm not the huge party sort but Lisa had dropped totally un-subtle hints that she would like to invite all our friends to a party at the Mersey Ferry, to be followed by a more private gathering where she could eat her fill of birthday pussy. In my determination to make this truly epic I had conspired with her mom (we would go home the weekend before for a party with her family) to write to Olivia Newton-John to ask her to send a birthday card; imagine my surprise when I picked up a thick envelope (it wouldn't fit in our mailbox) and discovered it contained a VHS tape of Oliva wishing Lisa a happy birthday. I promised Lisa's mom I would bring it with me so the first time she saw it was with her family; I'd show it again at the Mersey Ferry.
We drove home and I dropped off Lisa at her house, after being fussed over by her mom. I could tell her mom was about to burst having to keep the video tape secret but she managed it. I was totally surprised to get home and see Janet was home too. I gave her a slight smile, knowing full well she intended to give my girlfriend a heaping helping of her blonde pussy; she glared at me but amazingly didn't say anything.
Lisa's parents took us all to the Italian place we both loved for her birthday and they invited my family to come too. Lisa had asked me to look nice so I wore my dark blue dress with the Mandarin collar (even tomboy me liked how I looked in it); I was happy she said I could wear my blue high tops; Janet was. of course, disgusted by this. Lisa's mom had made her a dress ("With a little help from Jeanine," they were in the same sewing club) for our trip to Atlanta that was black with some wonderful detailing as well; Lisa wore her black high tops but Janet did not comment on them, Lisa was the cool queer sister.
After dinner we went back to Lisa's house for cake. Her mom had baked Lisa's favorite cake (German chocolate) and had gone all-in on the decorations. Mom and Dad gave her a massive hat (think Audrey Hepburn in Breakfast at Tiffany's) because, in Mom's words, "Southern ladies need a proper hat." I had found a hot pink motorcycle helmet in the classic British "Pudding Bowl" style, both our moms groaned audibly and I heard my mom whisper, "I'm going to strangle that Rob yet, you just wait." Lisa parents had paid for her ticket to Atlanta, which helped us out a lot. Janet, who had obviously been thinking about this a while, gave Lisa a framed piece with the program from the musical Carousel and the sheet music for "You'll Never Walk Alone;" Lisa gave her a big hug and I noticed, but did not comment on, my sister grabbing my girlfriend's very shapely butt.
Finally, it came time for the big surprise, her mom looked at me, "Ready Cindy?"
"Sweetie we have one more present for you. Your mom came up with the idea and I'm proud to say I helped out." I put the tape in the VCR and waited for Lisa's reaction; it was everything I hoped it would be.
Olivia looked totally beautiful, as always, "Hello Lisa. You mother and Cindy asked me to send you a card for your birthday but I thought I would do one better. I'm here with my daughter Chloe and we want to wish you a very happy birthday." Lisa was barely holding it together but when her idol and her little girl sang "Happy Birthday" to her she proceeded to give me a kiss the likes of which our parents had probably never seen before; then she gave her mom a huge hug.
We sat downstairs for a while watching TV. It did not escape me that Lisa left the room, followed soon after by Janet. I was pretty sure what was going on and when I peeked in the guest bedroom sure enough I was right. Janet had Lisa's dress pushed up and her blonde head was pressed tight to Lisa's pussy. Lisa saw me peeking through the door and said nothing, but she did wink at me. I was O.K. with sharing my girlfriend with my little sister but I was glad I didn't have to do it often.
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Back at our apartment I was planning Lisa's party. This would be considerably more raucous than the one with our families and I was sure I would be jealous of Lisa's high alcohol tolerance. Lisa had told me that since her first time with Janet that my sister had been practicing her pussy-eating skills and she had definitely gotten better, but that I had nothing to worry about. I pulled Lisa into the bedroom and pulled her jeans off before very dramatically removing her panties with my teeth. I took my time, enjoying her soft white bush; I would gently tease her clit with my tongue while pushing two fingers into her nicely wet pussy. I even reached up with my free hand to play with her hard nipple and it was that which finally pushed her over the edge. I did my best to avoid us having to wash the bedspread but there's only so much a girl can swallow down. I rolled over and stuck my butt up in the air so she could lick my pussy and my ass; I was pretty revved up so it did not take long at all for me to be a quivering, shaking mess on our very wet bedspread.
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Most of our friends came to the Mersey Ferry for Lisa's party. Some of the girls had their current chew-toys along, Amber had met a guy who worked in the library who was just as big a Springsteen fan as she was, Clarissa was still with Zack, and Lauren brought along a guy who was in one of her classes (we had no idea how serious they were). Sam and Tracey were there, I was so glad to see them, as well as Shelly and Rebecca. Abigail seemed a little sheepish, but I knew where she was coming from; I also grew up in a house where alcohol was total anathema and this was her first experience (I assumed) was an overwhelmingly gay crowd. I knew Holly had planned something special and I was glad to see her bring Quinn along; Holly had made (and decorated) a very elaborate cake for Lisa and I made sure to get photos of it. There was plenty of bar pizza and Lisa was downing French 75's with giddy abandon. I took it easy, I had to get her back home for the more private part of our party.
I assumed it would be just us lesbians back at our apartment so I was very happy to have Amber, Lauren and Abigail join us. Sam and Tracey were there, as were Holly and Quinn. I did ask Quinn about her change of heart about group sex, she assured me she was not about to have a beauty like Lisa licking Holly's pussy without her getting to experience for herself as well.
Lisa started with me; I had a tight grip on her white hair as she greedily ate my pussy, fingering my butt at the same time. I worked my hips against her mouth, moaning loudly as her tongue went deep inside me. Because my sweetie knows me all too well, she got out of the way before my legs started thrashing. Lisa moved on to Amber while I remained sprawled on the couch rubbing my pussy. When Lisa had brought Amber to orgasm I pulled her over to me, sliding between her toned legs so that our pussys could mash together. We very much enjoyed grinding each other with loads of enthusiasm while Lisa was devouring Lauren's pussy.
Sam and I struggled for a while to see who would get to sit on the other's face first. We were both really wet from our struggle but I was excited to wind up sitting on her nice firm boobs. Grabbing her hair, she had it back in a ponytail, I pressed her cute face to my pussy and moaned with pleasure as her tongue slid over my wet cunt. Sam was strong enough to keep my legs from thrashing and that certainly intensified my orgasm. Sam then lowered her shapely butt down onto my face and I took firm hold of her hips so I could push my tongue as far up inside her as I could. Sam's orgasm had her clench her muscular thighs against my head and I really enjoyed feeling her warm skin on mine.
Over the course of the evening everyone got to fuck everyone else and Lisa admitted her jaw was pretty sore from all her birthday pussy, but in a very nice way. I did enjoy rubbing my wet pussy on Quinn's big tits, it was different that when Rita would rub her nipples on my clit but it still felt very good. We got in the shower before bed, we were both rather sticky, and then we crawled under the quilt and we both slept like logs. Excellent sex is a wonderful sleep aid.
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I got home one evening and found Lisa sitting on the couch with a sly smile on her face. I could tell she was about to explode with whatever she wanted to say, so I tormented her by joining her on the couch and kissing her hard enough so she couldn't talk. Finally, she got her chance to spill the beans.
"I got a phone call from Honey today."
"Nice! How's she doing?"
"She said she's making good money dancing; she and her cousin are happy to let people think they are sisters, she says it makes for better tips."
"I bet it does." Honey had sent us many Polaroids of her and her cousin posing naked together and they looked very sexy. Honey had earned enough money to get her boobs enlarged and she did look really good now and she and her cousin did look a lot alike.
"Their landlord is doing work on the apartment building so her and her cousin and going to be traveling from club to club as guest dancers; she says that's not uncommon. Anyway, they will be at a club in Peoria in April and she wants us to come see them."
We had both watched Striptease and Showgirls and I was intrigued to see what it was all about in a live setting. The possibility of getting to fuck Honey and her cousin was an added attraction.
"Honey and I talked and she said she would try to get me a dancing slot one night if I wanted to try it."
I was reaching inside Lisa's top, playing with her boobs, "Do you want to try it?"
Lisa's smile was a wicked one, "I do. I even know three songs I want to play and I've thought of a costume."
"Don't leave me in suspense, you naughty girl!"
"I'm going to borrow one of Holly's old cheerleading uniforms and start with the Beach Boys `Be True to Your School' to get me down to my bra and thong. Then I'll play `Hey Big Spender' to get completely nude."
"I like where this is going. What's the last song?"
She pulled up my shirt and licked my nipple through my bra, "The last one's for you. It's Loverboy's `Hot Girls in Love.'"
"You will have to perform for our friends too, especially Holly."
"Count on it. It's too bad we can't invite Janet."
"You nasty little skank!" I put her over my lap, pulled her sweats down, and gave her a proper spanking on her lovely, round bottom.
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I had been watching the comet as it got brighter, trying to get good photos of it (that was harder than I thought it would be). Dr. H invited us to join him at an observing party put on by the local astronomy club at a lake north of town. I invited our friends to come too; Clarissa and Zack had broken up recently (it was amicable) so she and Holly were back together, and Sam and Tracey said they would try to make it.
I was a little worried about Dr. H, he seemed like he was out of breath a lot and he now often walked with two trekking poles to help him keep his balance. He dismissed my concerns, telling me "It's just a part of getting older my dear girl."
I had seen the comet from our back porch, but this was the first time I got to see it with a truly dark sky, and it was amazing. It was a chilly night (I had a nice thermos of tea) but Lisa and I stood there staring at the sky, holding each other tight. I could now see why comets had been seen as omens of truly massive things throughout history, it was that impressive. As I stood there in the crunchy snow, getting colder (I was out of tea), I decided I would really try to get a photo of the comet out over the Atlantic for Dr. H when Lisa and I went to Georgia for Spring Break.
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I did my best not to over-pack for our trip, but Mom's influence was still strong upon me. I did splurge and get myself a nice aluminum tripod, to help me get a photo of the comet and after consulting with Lisa and Holly (our local fashion guru) I packed my dark blue dress with the Mandarin collar (along with my dark blue high tops) for the "Meet the Cast" party.
After our last classes on that Friday Clarissa gave us a ride to the train station; Rita would meet us in Chicago and get us out to O'Hare to catch our plane to Atlanta. Clarissa reminded us that she still had her exercise mats in the basement and that she and Holly had been practicing their catfighting moves; we promised an all-out fuck battle when we returned.
We spent the night at Rita's place; she was very excited to show Lisa how the dress was coming for the fashion show. It was still a work in progress but Lisa tried it on and Rita looked it over with a very critical eye, using a piece of chalk to mark places that needed to be taken in, or let out. Lisa was going to be an absolute goddess wearing it. Rita asked me if I would be there (silly question!) and if I could take photos during the show since she and Bella would be busy. I assured her that I would and that I would be contacting my friend Cornelius to learn how to do fashion shoots. We had to be at O'Hare pretty early (O.K., early for me on a Saturday) so we mostly just snuggled and kissed in the bed, but we did both finger Rita to orgasm as a thank you for picking us up and delivering us to the airport.
The next morning Jan picked us up. I had never seen him drive so I was oddly surprised he had a car. He was driving some boxy green thing which I realized (when I saw it up close) was a Mercedes Geländewagen (call it a German Jeep). I looked it over, giving a critical eye to its quite primitive (to me) audio system. "Is this yours?"
He has always looked rather cute when he's embarrassed, "Yes, it is mine. This is what I drove at home and I had it shipped here shortly after the New Year. Do you like it?"
I smiled, "It is certainly different. You know what, I do like it. There's a lot of room in the back." I looked at Rita and her wicked smile confirmed that she and Jan had fucked like fiends in the back of his car.
As we drove to the airport Jan told us that he had finished his MBA program and he had gotten a job with, as he put it, "The Family Firm." He actually worked at an office near O'Hare coordinating air freight shipments as well as bulk shipments coming in through the Port of Chicago and also containers coming through the assorted railroad intermodal terminals. He really seemed excited about his job and I definitely got the feeling he was good at it. Rita also told us that he had given her dad a really thorough tour of the port; with Mr. G being a lovable nerd when ships were concerned this tour did a lot to polish Jan's reputation with the family (extending even to Katherine).
I was pretty nervous, after all this was only the third time in my life I was taking a trip on a plane; Lisa promised to take good care of me when we got to Paula's and she would let me sit by the window. The aisle seat was empty, which means we had plenty of room, but Lisa was content to put up the armrest between us so she could hold on to my arm and lean against me (she went to sleep almost immediately); I watched out the window and I was happy it wasn't as long a flight as our trip to the tropics.
Paula was waiting for us at our gate when we landed (remember this was before 9/11 when people could still come to your gate) and I was grateful for that. This was only my second trip to a big airport and the Atlanta airport is insanely busy. Her flight to San Juan was leaving not long after we arrived so she handed off her car keys, told us how to find her car, and headed to her gate. We proceeded to get our bags and, after a few wrong turns, found Paula's car. Paula had a Jeep Wrangler with a soft top and we were both quite excited with the possibilities of driving along the beach with the top down.
Fortunately for me Lisa was an excellent navigator, it still took us about an hour to find Paula's house but, being used to Chicago traffic, we took it all in stride. Paula had a townhouse, she had sold her house after her first divorce when her kids moved out. She had told us we could use the main bedroom, but we thought getting her mattress soaking wet (we planned on fucking a lot) was a bit weird, and besides her spare bedroom had a king bed in it.
I was looking in the kitchen to see what Paula had but Lisa had other plans. She came up behind me and reached around, unbuttoning my jeans and pulling them down. I turned around, kissed nice and hard, and did the same for her. She pulled off my t-shirt, leaving me in just my black sports bra and matching black Target panties. Lisa's underwear was much lacier and she looked utterly delicious in them.
Lisa took me by the hand and pulled me into the bedroom, pushing me down onto my back on the bed. She pulled off her panties, and then she pulled mine off, before she sat down across my hips, her warm pussy pressed against me. I reached up, unhooking her bra to let her lovely firm boobs bounce free. My bra came off with less dignity but once my boobs were free Lisa reached down, playing with my hard nipples. She leaned forward, pressing her breasts into my face ordering me to "Bite them like you mean it baby!" I did as I was told.
I sat up and Lisa wrapped her legs around me so that her pussy was pressed to mine. We held on tight to each other, tits smashed together, with our pussys rubbing together, kissing each other and playing with each other's hair. We took our time, our orgasms building slowly. We finally came, at almost the same time, we held on tight, savoring the body heat.
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I woke up pleasantly late the next day. Lisa was already up, sitting in the TV room, beautifully naked, reading over one of the guides to the area she had picked up at the airport. I went over and leaned over her, reaching down to play with her nipples, "Hungry baby?"
She turned and gave my tit a quick bite, "Silly question babe."
I chuckled and got to work on breakfast. Carla's kitchen was not terribly well-stocked but I was happy to find some cinnamon bread and eggs so Lisa would get her French toast; we would definitely have to go to the store. It was a wonderfully lazy day, with lots of time devoted to fucking on almost every horizontal surface in my aunt's house (and the shower too, twice).
By late afternoon Lisa was hungry again, "Let's go find something to eat. I saw a place out on the main street when we came into the neighborhood, we could walk there."
"Lead on sweetie," I gave her bare bottom a nice swat.
We got dressed and went out to find the place Lisa saw the day before. We had decided to be extremely discreet, I knew enough about the south to know that, even in a big city, queer folks were not welcome everywhere; it still pained us that we felt like we couldn't even hold hands.
Finally, we saw a small commercial area with a restaurant called "Low Country Eats." Going inside I was immediately struck by how much the décor reminded me of our favorite Cajun place at home and I took that as a good sign. We sat at the bar, the place was almost empty, and looked over the menu. There was mostly seafood and chicken and we were good with that. I got a chicken sandwich and Lisa ordered something we had never heard of, shrimp and grits. I knew wat grits were, I always found them really bland, but I had never heard of having them with shrimp. The bartender asked me if I wanted my chicken grilled, fried, or Nashville hot. Being adventurous I went with Nashville hot, which got us a smile from the very pretty black woman sitting at the bar with us.
She reminded me almost instantly of the girl we had met on Sint Maarten, Ro, except that she had short black hair and she seemed very skinny. "Have you ever had Nashville hot chicken?"
I tried not to leer at her too much, "No. Is it really hot?"
She giggled a little, "It certainly is, at least how they make it here."
"I've had really good jerked chicken that was made by someone from Jamaica, so I know from hot."
"Then you'll like this. I haven't seen you two here before, my name's Esmerelda but everyone calls me Esme."
Hi Esme, I'm Cindy and this is my (I almost said `girlfriend') friend Lisa. We're here for our spring break and we're staying at my aunt's house." Lisa waved happily at her, but I could also feel Lisa's fingers digging into my thigh, she was not happy with me.
Esme told us she worked for Fulton county in the planning office. She was originally from Miami but, and she was rather cryptic about this, she had left to get away from what she described as "Cuban family drama." When my sandwich came I bit into it and Esme was right, it was certainly hot; but not as hot as Granny Z's jerked chicken. I immediately knew I needed to find the spice blend that was used for it so I could spring it on Rita's dad, and maybe Katherine too. Esme, who knew a lot about food for suck a skinny woman, told us how the hot chicken had originated in soul-food restaurants in Nashville and had been making its way around the south for some time now.
Lisa pushed her plate over to me, "You have to try this babe, it's incredible." I could not help but notice that Esme smiled when she heard Lisa call me "babe," and I liked the thoughts of where that smile might take us. I took a bite of Lisa's dinner and it was like one of those scenes in a movie where someone suddenly hears angels singing. To me grits had always been really bland and served for breakfast, but these were entirely different. They had cheese and some garlic in them and a serious amount of broiled shrimp. I went in for another bite only to get my hand slapped away, "Order your own sweetie, these are mine!" Yep, another recipe I had to find.
Esme introduced us to a new drink, a margarita, which I only knew from the Jimmy Buffet song, and we talked for quite a while. I felt quite a thrill when Esme put her hand on my knee and leaned in close, motioning Lisa in as well, "You girls are a couple, aren't you?"
Lisa shot me a triumphant look, her lesbian radar was much better than mine, "See, I knew she figured it out."
I nodded, a bit loopy by now, "Yeah, we are together. We have been since high school; we just decided we needed to be discreet down here."
Esme took Lisa's hand, "I don't blame you, even here in Atlanta things can get pretty rough for us. It's why I left Miami; there's plenty of gay folks there but my family would never accept me if I came out."
I could tell that, with the help of several flammable margaritas, Lisa was moving into Lesbian Sex Fiend mode. From Esme's expression I figured she had finally noticed how blue Lisa's eyes are. Lisa licked her lips, "Want to come with us?"
Esme grabbed both our hands, "Let's go."
We walked back to the townhouse, trying very hard not to grope each other in public. Esme was shorter than either of us, probably around 5'5", but now that she was standing up we could see she had definite muscles, she definitely worked out a lot. Once we closed the door to the townhouse then fuck-frenzy started. Esme all but tore Lisa's top off, diving in to suck on her sensitive nipples. I pulled Esme's shorts down, sinking my teeth into her tight ass.
We went in the bedroom and I pulled Esme down between my legs, leaning back against my boobs. I didn't quite have her in a full nelson, but I had a tight grip on her luscious naked body. I used my legs to spread hers wide, exposing her very dark pussy with its very meaty pussy lips. Lisa crawled between Esme's firm legs, her white hair contrasting beautifully with Esme's dark skin. Lisa gently squeezed Esme's pussy lips and then began running her tongue over Esme's dark pussy and doing it exquisitely slowly. Esme was moaning and reaching back to grab at my hair; I was kneading her small tits, playing with her black nipples, and tugging on her small tits. Esme's orgasm arrived with her strong legs quivering and a guttural "Hunh Hunh Hunh" sound.
Lisa laid on her back and pulled Esme on top of her with her shapely butt up in the air. Lisa grabbed Esme's short, black hair, pulling her in to slide her tongue in Esme's mouth. I went to work on her deliciously meaty pussy and her tight butthole, gliding my tongue across her pussy and teasing her clit with the tip of my tongue while I pushed my finger deep into her butt. I could feel Esme's butt cheeks quivering but her moans were muffled by Lisa doing her best to suck out Esme's tongue. After a few minutes Esme's body shook and quivered as another orgasm ripped through her.
We laid in a pile on the bed in a tangle of naked bodies. Esme was intrigued by our story, especially with us still being together after almost six years. She could empathize with our struggles, she came from a conservative Cuban family that had no desire to accept gay people into their lives and so Esme had to hide her true self from her family. She did not have a steady girlfriend right now, but she had plenty of experience with girls over the years. She was 25 years old and had come north after finishing a business program at a community college in Florida. She admitted to fucking a few guys, but like me she really didn't get anything out of it, certainly not like the experiences she had with girls. Her description of her first time with a guy, when she was just 15, did not sound enjoyable at all, to my mind it bordered on rape, and we did not press Esme any further on that story.
Esme was licking her lips and looking at me in a wonderfully hungry way. I leaned back against Lisa, feeling her hard nipples against my back. Lisa grabbed my ankles and spread my legs wide, exposing my wet brown bush and my equally wet pussy. Esme went to work, sucking gently on my clit and fingering my pussy. With some guidance from Lisa she ran her tongue over my sensitive spot between my butthole and my pussy, which set my legs to shaking. Esme, who was stronger than her slight frame would suggest, tucked my legs under her arms when Lisa released my ankles and that kept me from thrashing as much as I usually did and made my orgasm all the more intense.
Esme totally loved Lisa's soft, white bush; she rubbed her pretty face in the wonderful fur, in between long licks of Lisa's pink pussy. I was holding on to Lisa's legs, keeping them spread wide as I leaned in, biting at her ears. Finally, with her chirps at an almost ultrasonic frequency, she erupted, spraying Esme's dark face with her juices. Esme loved this, every time Lisa would relax a little Esme would spank Lisa's pussy, bringing on another gush of girl-juices. After multiple orgasms my sweetie was utterly exhausted and more than a little dehydrated.
We took Esme to the shower with us and we were a little sad she had no interested in us peeing on her (You can't always get what you want). We got ourselves cleaned up and dried off and returned to watch TV. We were flipping through the channels when Esme had us stop. "Have you seen this show?"
Lisa looked over at her, distracted for the moment from playing with my tits, "What show?"
"This one. It's called Buffy the Vampire Slayer. It's kind of based on the movie but it has female lead characters who totally kick ass."
Esme was right, we were hooked from the first episode we saw; Lisa and I agreed that Sarah Michelle Gellar was amazing but our total lust was reserved for Charisma Carpenter. I still have the issue of Playboy she posed for.
Esme needed to head home, she had to work the next day; so after many long kissed and butt squeezes we said goodbye, promising to come by the bar before we went to the "Meet the Cast" party so that she could see me all dressed up. I think she doubted that Lisa could get me into a dress. We ordered pizza that night, Lisa was about ready to eat the furniture, before heading to bed to cuddle in our delightful exhaustion.
Ever since our trip to Michigan after our high school graduation I was bitten by the travel bug. I was still a total newbie where travel, especially air travel was concerned but I was ready to go anywhere. Lisa was beyond excited to meet the cast of Phantom of the Opera because these people were living her dream. We did meet another woman who inspired the character of Esmerelda, but things did not move quite as fast as they did in the story; it was still a lot of fun. I loved hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org).