A Girl's Story

A Girl's Story Chapter 34

This is another chapter that is primarily a bridge to the events coming up in May of 1997m but of course there is some yummy sex as well.

Part 34: Springtime, When the Weather Turns from Wild to Mild and a Young Woman's Fancy Turns to...Motorcycles!

I got home before Lisa did on a wet April evening. The weather was turning colder and there were predictions we might have an ice storm later in the week. Ice storms are a particularly ugly sort of weather common to the Midwest, often resulting in power outages because of the weight of the ice bringing down power lines or bringing down tree limbs onto power lines. By now our friends wouldn't even knock at the back door, if it was unlocked they just came on it. I was stirring the grits, I was still working on the shrimp and grits thing, when Abigail walked in.

"Hi Cindy. Is Lisa home?"

I looked at the clock, "Her beginner dance class has another 45 minutes, she should be home shortly after that." I was about to ask Abigail what she wanted but looking at her pretty, dark face I knew what she wanted; that cute girl wanted pussy and she wanted it now! Abigail was one of those girls who, once she discovered you didn't have to be straight and that sex with girls was, relatively, risk-free, absolutely loved to fuck. I smiled at her, "Come stir these grits, I need to work on the shrimp so everything's ready when Lisa gets home. When she gets home, if you would like, we can introduce you to the Mean Girls." Lisa, after reading the section on Dominance and Submission in The Joy of Lesbian Sex, had gotten very interested in the subject. She had determined both of us were what are described as a "Switch," meaning we enjoy playing both roles. She had also learned the concept of a "Safe Word" and we had started using that, especially with Holly.

Abigail's brown eyes were filled with lust, "I'd like that."

Lisa's take on my shrimp and grits was to eat two full bowls of them. Abigail, who had family on the Gulf coast did recommend more cheese and possibly using a sharper cheese; that was information I could use, it was certainly more helpful than the burp I got from Lisa that would have shamed my brother and my sister.

After cleaning up, I made Abigail and Lisa remove their jeans so I could slap their bare bottoms to get them to move along, we sat on the couch; all of us were now nude. We discussed why we wanted to do, Lisa took what she had learned very seriously. Abigail was eager to try everything except for Lisa's whip; she said that would kill the mood for her. I looked at her a little puzzled, her expression was one of exasperated resignation.

"Think about the history of my people Cindy; that should tell you why I do not like the idea of being whipped, even in a fun way."

I was quiet for a moment and then what she was saying hit me hard. All I could manage was an "Oh. Yeah. I get that," I felt like an utter dumbshit. Abigail leaned over and gently slapped my tit, "It's O.K. sweetie; I'm glad you two asked me first."

I laid down on the bed and pulled Abigail on top of me, loving the feeling of her hard, brown nipples on mine. We had found an old sorority paddle at a garage sale and Lisa started by giving Abigail's round, brown ass a light slap. Abigail squeaked a little and then, in a breathy voice, "I'm such a bad girl Miss Lisa."

I grabbed Abigail's braids and bit her ear, "Rub those lovely fat tits on my pussy you brazen hussy!"

Abigail giggled for a moment, until the next swat, a much harder one this time, made her soft ass quiver. We kept this up for a while with Lisa getting totally into her role as sex-crazed Elf Queen, she described in great detail about the juices dripping from Abigail's meaty black pussy and how her butthole would tense and then relax with each swat. I was gripping our dark-skinned friend tight, occasionally sinking my teeth into her tit. She moved up to bit mine and I grabbed her throat, "Bite it like you mean it girl!" which gave the delicious feeling of her teeth on my erect nipple.

Lisa was spanking our cute friend harder and harder until finally Abigail squeaked out, "Belgium! Belgium!" our agreed-upon safe word; we had picked it because in the Hitchhiker's Guide books it is the vilest bit of profanity in the known galaxy. We rolled Abigail on her back and Lisa lowered her lovely white bush to Abigail's lips, smiling as she felt her friend's tongue slide into her pussy. I got between her dark legs and spread them wide, pushing my tongue up into her very wet cunt. It was a good thing we had put two of the old moving blankets on the bed because Lisa was frantically rubbing her clit while Abigail licked her pussy and that meant when she did come it was an utter gusher; Abigail's pretty face, hair, and tits were absolutely soaked with Lisa's warm juices.

I got on top of Lisa in a 69 so that she was licking my pussy, and my sensitive spot between my pussy and my butthole, while Abigail was sliding her fingers in and out of my butt, sometimes pushing them in to my pussy while Lisa's tongue was in there too. I finally exploded with a great thrashing of my legs and we all collapsed on the bed; wet, tired and satisfied.

We all sat on the couch, still naked, and showed Abigail our photo albums, including the (Lisa always giggled when she said this) "Secret Archives." Abigail's eyes went wide when she saw the Polaroids from the nude beach on Sint Maarten.

"I don't think I'd ever be brave enough to be naked in front of lots of people. Who's the girl with the big tits?"

"That's our friend Rita, and yes, she has amazing breasts. The guy next to her is boyfriend Jan."

Abigail was rubbing her pussy, "I've never seen a cock that big, and it's not even hard."

Lisa rubbed Abigail's dense bush, "I've never seen a penis that big outside of porn videos and most porn stars are not that big."

I squeezed Abigail's warm tit, "He is one of maybe five guys I consider to be a friend."

We showed her our "safe" photos, Abigail being out with enough artistic types to really critique my work, on the whole she liked it. I had picked up my photos of our Atlanta that afternoon, Lisa hadn't seen them yet, so we looked at them too. Abigail loved my photo of the comet, she had met Dr. Hirschhorn at the university observatory when she was taking an astronomy clss and she agreed he was a delightful man. Then we got to the photos of Lisa in her dress; Lisa sat there on the couch, hands over mouth, Abigail managed a "Holy Shit!"

I stroked her white hair, "I told you baby, you're the queen of the Dark Elves."

We always wanted Abigail to spend the night with us, but she always wanted to be back to her dorm room; she told us there were some questions that she just did not want to deal with. We got her dressed, kissed her properly and sent her on home.

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I had decided, now that it was April, that I was going to get the motorcycle out. I had a cover for it, if I needed it, but I just wanted to ride. After my last class I rode out to Target to pick up my enlargement of my comet photo and then stopped at the craft store to get a frame for it. I was carefully getting the print into its frame so I could give it to Dr. H. Lisa got home and was basically bouncing around our apartment, I loved seeing her this happy and I also liked how her boobs bounced too.

"You're in a good mood baby."

"I auditioned for a role in a production and I got a main part! I'm going to play Lucy in You're A Good Man Charlie Brown!"

I got my hands under her shapely butt and picked her up, spinning her around with her legs wrapped around my waist, "That's so cool baby!"

Lisa got a bit more serious, "There is one catch."

"What's that?" Now I was a little concerned.

"Every summer the theater department does a residency so that students can get a taste of what it's like to be in a traveling show. IWU works with other colleges to share a theater during the summer and it will get me some easy credits."

"That sounds great, so what's the catch?"

"The theater is on Mackinac (she pronounced it Mack-i-naw) Island in Michigan. I'd be gone for two weeks."

I thought for a minute, "Do you think they need a lighting or sound tech?"

Lisa smiled in a way that made me want to pull her jeans off right there in the living room, "I can ask."

"I'd love to go with you. I think it would be a fun trip, our last trip to Michigan certainly was." I was dreamily thinking of our week where we were naked almost all the time.

I showed Lisa the photo in its frame, she took my face in both hands, kissed me hard, and pulled me into the bedroom. She slid in between my legs and we sat there on the bed, pussys mashed together, grinding each other and rubbing our tits together. We took our time and enjoyed, for us, a series of low-key orgasms and it was wonderful.

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On Sunday I stashed the photo in the parish hall, with some cooperation from the church ladies. They all agreed it was a wonderful photo and that I was a sweet girl for thinking of Dr. Hirschhorn. After the service I found Dr. H sipping her coffee and nibbling a doughnut; I grabbed that photo, making sure he couldn't see it, and came over to him.

"Hi Dr. H, I've got something for you."

"What's that Cynthia?"

I showed him the photo and he actually teared up a little, "I wanted to make this for you, to thank you for sparking a love of the sky in me."

He took a deep breath, "You are a dream student Cynthia; you've made an old man happy by humoring me and my stories."

I told him how, as I sat there on the balcony, looking at the comet out over the ocean, I wondered that if the last time the comet had been visible another girl had been on that beach, looking up and marveling at what she saw in the sky.

He patted my hand, "Those are common thought with all astronomers, we do seem to have the souls of mystics; I know it is that sense of wonder that keeps us looking up and I am glad to see you share that feeling too my dear. I will have Eileen (his wife) help me hang it up in my office."

I finished my tea, hoping he didn't notice the tears in the corners of my eyes. Lisa gave me a quick side-hug, "You're a wonderful person, do you know that?" I had no words in that moment but I did feel really happy, it was a nice feeling.

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Lisa had talked with the professor coordinating the Michigan performances and she said that there would be a place for someone who knew the ropes where light and sound are concerned. I went to the instructor who had taught my stagecraft classes and asked if there was a way I could get credit for doing the job this summer; he knew about the program on the island and had even been part of it when he did his MFA work at Notre Dame. The theater community being a pretty tight-knit group, he made a call and talked to his counterpart at IWU and they devised a plan where I would be taking an upper-division theater class as an independent study; this had the added bonus that I would need only one more theater class to fulfill the theater minor requirement. I would need to keep a journal of what I did and my credit was contingent on Lisa's professor approving of my work.

Don (he insisted we call him that) smiled at me, "Your girlfriend is going there too, isn't she?"

"Yeah. She got the role of Lucy in You're a Good Man Charlie Brown, she's really excited about it. She says it's not Andrew Lloyd Webber but that it's a fun show."

"She'll have enthusiastic audiences. Mackinac Island is a big family destination and kids love that show. Make sure you take your bicycles with you when you go."

"Why's that?"

"Cars aren't allowed on the island but it's a fun place to explore on a bicycle."

"Cool. Thanks for working with me Don, I really appreciate it."

"I look forward to reading about your adventures."

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Jan accepted our visits to Chicago with good humor; when me and Lisa were there Rita would go into total lesbian mode, which left him taking matters into his own hands. She always giggled when she talked about it; she told us than when we went home he would then repeatedly fuck her into complete exhaustion. This was a quick trip, we took the morning train north and Rita met us at Union Station and took us to her parent's condo. Bella was waiting for us and they got to work on the final adjustments for Lisa's dress. This was the equivalent of a dress rehearsal and Bella had found Lisa a bra that would not show under the dress but which would still giver her impressive cleavage. O.K., impressive cleavage for boobs like ours, compared to Rita or Carolina we were both flat as a pool table.

Bella cleared her throat, she sounded nervous, "I do want to make one more suggestion. I've talked about it with Rita and we want to know if you would be open to wearing something other than your black high-tops. I know you both love them, and Lisa is sexy as all fuck in them, but we did find something we think would work better."

Lisa was intrigued, "What's that? I still draw the line at really high heels. I'll be nervous enough without having to worry about falling off my own shoes." Lisa was rubbing my thigh, it felt nice and warm, and I remembered me trying to wear even minimal heels for Rob's wedding and how I looked like a newborn giraffe learning to walk.

Bella bent over to dig through a bag, I could not help but notice that she wasn't wearing underwear and I could see her lovely pussy. She pulled out a pair of boots, they looked kind of like my Doc Martens except they were knee-height and they laced all the way up. There were a flat black and I noticed that each one had a small image of the Jolly Roger flag on the back.

"Baby I love you in the Chuck Taylor's but those boots are to die for." Lisa put them on, they had some heel, but not too much, and walked around, waggling her hips as she did. We all agreed that now she looked perfect. I had brought a couple of things to add to the ensemble, she wouldn't wear them in the show but I wanted some photos.

"Here sweetie," and I put her pirate hat and tiara on her, "Now you are the pirate queen."

Lisa's smile was positively evil, "Yes I am and now I want you three wonton harlots on your knees licking my royal cunt."

She wasn't wearing panties either; she pulled up the dress and showed off her recently trimmed white bush. Rita already had her top off and went to work, pressing her cute face into Lisa's white fur and licking noisily. I pushed Bella into a chair and spread her short legs wide and went to work on her pussy and her dense, black bush. Lisa had soaked Rita down thoroughly and Bella took her position kneeling and eating Lisa's pussy when I went to work on Rita. Rita drove me over the edge by slapping my pussy with her heavy tit, leaving me twitching on the floor. Finally, it was my turn and Lisa bent over, grabbing a chair, so that I could spread her cheeks and push my tongue into her butt. I got sprayed pretty good, but Rita and Bella had gotten most of her juices.

After cleaning up Rita took us back to the station to go back home. Lisa was beyond excited about the dress and I knew that when I shared the photos with our friends it was certain there would be many pussys being fingered.

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Dr. Hirschhorn had invited the choir to his house to come see the comet as it reached its maximum brightness. It was still a bit chilly in the evenings, but I had my tea, and I was quite proud that I was able to answer some basic questions about the comet; Lisa was hanging on to my arm and positively beaming. I noticed, as did Lisa, the Dr. H seemed to be out of breath a lot and spent a lot of time sitting down; he waved us off, assuring us that his late nights of observations had left him tired. I was worried about him, but I do tend to worry too much about things I can't control.

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Sam and Tracey came over for dinner one night; I always enjoyed guests who enjoyed eating. I tried my shrimp and grits again and I was sure there were, at most, only a few molecules left when we were done. Like most of our friends they were struck dumb by the photos of Lisa in her dress and they did have the good manners to not begin masturbating over it right there in our kitchen. Sam was in total agreement that Lisa was the epitome of "Dark Galadriel" and she did suggest that in the photos of her as a pirate queen she definitely needed a sword.

I was hoping that Sam and Tracey were wanting sex after dinner (it is one of my faults that I always think things will go like they do in a porn video) but they were far more monogamous than me and Lisa were. Surprisingly it was Tracey who did the talking.

"I've been thinking hard about this and I've decided I'm going to apply to Illinois' veterinary school this fall."

Lisa clapped her hands, "That's marvelous!"

Tracey nodded, "It's what I feel called to do, but I don't want to leave Sam either. She tells me things will work out but I'm not sure how we could maintain a long-distance relationship."

I could see where this was going. All I needed to think about were our friends Willa and Carrie. They had been so in love in high school but once Willa went to college they drifted apart. The same thing had happened with Lee and her high school girlfriend Annie. I totally got Sam and Tracey wanting to be together, after all Lisa and I had worked pretty hard to go to schools that were only a few miles apart, but I also knew it was important to do what you feel you are called to do. I looked at them, "What are you going to do?"

Sam's smile seemed forced, "Well, we have a whole year to think about it. If Tracey is accepted, and I think they would be idiots not to take her, I could try to find a job somewhere around Champaign. I can look for a teaching job, or maybe with the Extension Service. I would like to find something where I could work with kids and horses."

Lisa hugged her, rubbing her light brown hair, "You will be an excellent teacher no matter what. I took a philosophy class a year ago and there was an interpretation of Lao Tzu that I liked, `Be assured that the universe will unfold as it should.' Your road will take you where you need to go and I am sure Tracey will be on that road right beside you."

Sam and Tracey both gave her a proper kiss, I was rather jealous but they kissed me too so I felt better.

Lisa looked at me, beaming, "You're not the only one who has learned things from Dr. H."

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After lots of work, and much colorful profanity, the team had gotten the old H2 running as well as it ever had. The bike had no mufflers so when it was running, especially when Shelly really revved it up, it sounded like a paint mixer filled with rocks. Shelly had come over to our place the night before the first racing session of the season in part because she was hungry and, much like a proper Hobbit hole our apartment meant food and lots of it, but also because Rebecca was at a training workshop in Dallas and she had lovingly given Shelly permission to fuck us both senseless. The girls from the flower shop had smelled the spaghetti sauce simmering and had come upstairs in search of dinner; there was no fear of us running short and besides, they brought wine. They were both very cute but had let us know soon after we moved in that they were not sexually interested in girls. Lisa had laughed and said as long as they helped with the dishes they were always welcome. I could tell Shelly was ready to fuck us right on the table but she managed to keep her clothes on until Petra and Maris left.

Lisa and I went total Mean Girl on our redheaded friend. I really wanted to wrestle with Shelly but she had promised to save that for a time when Rebecca could watch (and hopefully join in). I got Shelly in a full nelson and used my feet to spread her skinny legs wide (Shelly could be well-described as "wirey"), her pink pussy opened wide. Lisa went to work, greedily licking Shelly's pussy and flicking her clit with the tip of her tongue. Shelly's orgasms were accompanied by a lot of grunting and moaning and her thrashing her head around.

I turned her face toward me so that we could do some quality tongue wrestling. Shelly has beautiful hazel eyes but she often wears contact lenses that give her eyes a reddish tinge, making her look kind of alien, I loved it. I pushed Shelly onto her back and lowered my pussy down to her pretty face and she eagerly began devouring my cunt and my pussy. She did not have Holly's oddly long tongue but she definitely knew what she was doing; it didn't take me long to go into convulsions and fall right off her, winding up laying on the floor rubbing my sopping wet pussy. Exhausted, we climbed into the bed with her in between us, I spend some quality time kissing her while Lisa rubbed her white bush against Shelly's tight butt.

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Everyone who knows me, from my family on down, knows that I utterly loathe getting up early, especially on the weekend. I am not an overly pleasant person in the mornings, though being awakened by Lisa licking my pussy can certainly help with that, so when I woke up in the early light of an April Saturday morning it came as a bit of a surprise to me. Lisa was sound asleep, she could teach a rock a thing or two about sleeping soundly, and she was snoring her adorable little snore. Shelly was far less dignified with her (granted very sexy) naked body sprawled out and her less-than-adorable snore (Rebecca once compared it to a Zeppelin in a power dive). I staggered into the bathroom to pee and to brush my teeth.

I figured since I was up (Dammit!) I might as well make breakfast. I had found us a relatively nice bread machine (they were all the rage in 1997) and I had been perfecting my brioche. I went to work in turning a somewhat ugly loaf of bread into my sweetie's favorite breakfast, French toast. It was no surprise when I saw her come out of the bedroom, wearing a t-shirt Cherie had given her for her birthday from Kegel Harley-Davidson in Rockford; she looked so cute with it barely covering her lovely butt.

Lisa, of course, always wakes up looking ready to face the day. Shelly was a bit slower to rise, but her short hair made getting ready pretty easy. Both of them were clearly hungry, good sex will do that. Something I get from Mom is a feeling of pride when people like my food and Lisa never disappoints me on that front, it's why I enjoy feeding Holly as well. Shelly did not pack it in like Lisa did, she told us she gets a nervous stomach on race day and if she needs to go to the bathroom it's quite the production to get her out of her leather racing suit.

We loaded all of Shelly's gear into my Jeep (no point in driving two cars) and met up with the rest of the team at the barn that was our headquarters. Once the bike was loaded onto its trailer we were off to the racetrack, which was not too far away in the western part of the state. Shelly, never that chatty sort, was in the back seat lost in thought. She did tell Lisa that, with Rebecca being in Dallas, she would be the designated victory kisser. I was a little sad, but I would be with the crew; Lisa was, however, very excited by this. We both knew Shelly was a good kisser.

We set up in the pit area, each of the crew engrossed in their job. My main task was checking all the wires, especially for the three sparkplugs, and connecting the bike to an oscilloscope (someone had bought one as surplus from the government) to make sure the sparkplugs were firing at the right time; I was quite proud that I could actually put something I had learned in one of my lab classes to a practical use. Lisa was helping Shelly get all of her gear on, and probably feeling her up in the process, and (not for the first time) I was oh so jealous.

The crew, and our sexy driver, were all utter nerds and we all had cheap wireless headsets so we could communicate. They were all on one channel so we did things much like Mission Control at NASA, only one person could talk at a time and only one person could talk directly to Shelly. Usually that was Rebecca but today it was Lisa and she was loving her role as "CapCom." We went through the whole thing (stolen unashamedly from Apollo 13).

Lisa went down the checklist, "Fuel?"

"Go!"

"Tires?"

"Go!"

"Retro?" That was the brakes.

"Go!"

"Electrical"

This was me, "Go!" And so on.

From that point it was all up to Shelly and her amazingly twitchy reflexes. The staging light would turn green and she would roar off in a cloud of oily blue-gray smoke (The H2 is a two-stroke), usually leaving some middle-aged guy on a Harley watching her shapely butt fly down the track. She would very carefully hit the brakes (even back in the day the H2 was considered an evil-handling machine) and stop at the end of the track and then she would announce over the radio, "Control, the bike is at stable one and it is secure. This is Apollo 13 signing off" and we would cheer wildly as then we drove down in the truck to reset the bike for the next race. She would usually average around 105 mph over a quarter mile, that's not terribly fast for drag racing but for the class we were in it was very good. When Shelly and the bike returned to the pit area Lisa did her part by kissing Shelly with much vigor. Lisa and Shelly must have discussed this because Lisa was wearing very skimpy black shorts and a black tank top with no bra, all of this really setting off her long, white hair. I am sure she gave many of the guys watching very uncomfortable erections.

Our team was quite successful when the old bike cooperated. More than once the engine had failed on us but I was quite proud that, since I had joined the team, none of our losses were due to electrical failures. Today was a good day and we brought home a cheap little trophy plus a check large enough to pay for our gas as well as pizza and beer for the crew. I was quite pleased that the place we stopped at for pizza had several pinball machines as well as a pool table. While I was a little rusty since I was not over at our friend Steph's house playing pool, usually naked, several times per week, I was still good enough to beat most of the guys. Lisa assumed her post of feeding the jukebox to play my favorite songs and looking supremely sexy. Sadly, when we returned to the apartment Shelly was not feeling the need for more fucking.

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A few days later we got a phone call while we were watching TV, it was Carrie and we were always happy to hear from her.

"Are you girls going to be home next weekend?"

"Yeah, why?" I had her on our (to us) fancy speaker phone so Lisa could hear her too.

"I got admitted to ISU and I want to come and tour the campus. Mom is out of town so I'll be on my own and I hoped I could stay with you two."

Lisa had her hand in her sweats rubbing her pussy; a visit from Carrie guaranteed plenty of fairly rough sex. I was sure Carrie could hear the lust in Lisa's voice, "Of course you can sweetie, we'll be happy to show you around. We'll even introduce you to some of our friends."

Carries sounded pretty lustful too, "I'd like that. I'll see you next weekend."

I was already pulling my top off, "I want to see her and Holly fuck-fight so bad."

Lisa was rubbing my nipples, "Me too. This will be fun."

We were both looking forward to our last year of college, but of course we had to get through this year first. The character of Shelly is based on a friend who actually did do motorcycle drag racing. Going pro in the racing business requires sponsors with deep pockets and in 1997 there wasn't anyone out there who was going to sponsor a lesbian rider. Shelly's real-life inspiration got her PhD in computational mathematics and went on to be quite respected in the field of auroral modeling. I can say without shame she has forgotten more math than I will ever know. I love hearing from you (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please donate to Nifty (https://donate.nofty.org)