A Girl's Story Chapter 35
Our heroines have reached the end of their third year of university and, like all students, as looking forward to the summer break. They are also waiting for two births, one of a horse and one of a human; and they are finally ready for Lisa's big fashion debut. This segment does refer to an abusive sexual relationship, you have been warned.
Part 35 -- Fashion (Turn to the Left!)
We were both startled when there was a knock on our front door late on Friday afternoon. I answered the door and I was immediately mauled by our cute red-headed friend Carrie. We had told her to come to the back door, like everyone else did, but she said she was unsure which door was ours and went for the front door instead (she did comment on how steep the stairs were). There wasn't a lot of small talk, within in a few minutes all three of us were naked on the couch. We asked Carrie what she wanted; after all, with the two of us, Ellie, Willa, and Janet all away at college she was back to relentless masturbation to ease her bottomless sexual appetites.
She giggled shyly (it was so damn cute), "I need to eat some pussy and I need it right now."
We needed no further encouragement, Lisa and I spread our legs wide, her right leg over my left one, opening our (by now) wet pussys to our lovely friend. Carrie went for Lisa's first, working her tongue feverishly over and inside of my sweetie's pussy while Lisa leaned over to me so we could swirl our tongues together, making sure Carrie could see us because we knew she loved watching girls kiss. Carrie squealed with joy when she was hosed down by Lisa's very wet orgasm. She moved over to me and I grabbed her wet red hair to pull her petty face into my damp brown bush. I let out a happy moan as her warm tongue moved across my pussy lips and my clit, moaning a bit louder when she remembered where my special spot was, between my pussy and my butthole, as her tongue caressed both my holes. My orgasm brought on some strong thrashing and I was sure Carrie might have gotten kicked in one of her lovely tits but the dear girl didn't seem to mind at all.
Carrie got on her hands and knees, her tight little butt up in the air. Lisa started out licking Carrie's pussy while I worked on her butthole. We switched roles several times until Carrie's body began jerking and twitching; she climaxed with an explosion of guttural grunts and little squirt from her pussy. We sat there on the couch for a while, all naked, playing with each other's boobs and idlily watching TV.
Lisa looked over at me, "I'm hungry; we need to go eat something, besides Carrie," her smile was quite wicked.
I leaned over to kiss her while also tweaking her nipples (this made her squeak a little), "Any ideas as to where?"
"Let's take her to the Mersey Ferry, I'm sure she will be there enough with us in the fall so it's a good time for her to meet Tina, Donna, and Dennis."
"Good plan." I got up and pulled Carrie up off the couch, "Come along sweetie, time to meet some more gay people." Carrie hugged me tight, her chin coming to just above my tits.
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As we were getting dressed we did mention our evil plan for our cute friend; we both wanted to watch her fight Holly, redhead versus redhead. Carrie, as was evidenced by her diamond-hard nipples, liked this plan very much; we hoped Holly would like it too. On the way over to the Mersey Ferry Carrie was talking very fast, she was obviously nervous, but neither of us could figure out why. Finally it came out; she was very anxious about being asked about her sexual history. Lisa and I were very open about how much we enjoyed being lesbian swingers but Carrie was very worried about telling people about her many years of being in a lesbian relationship with her sister. As I look back on all of this it's now very clear to me that Carrie was in a really abusive relationship and that Charlotte was a really manipulative bitch. She got Carrie hooked on almost constant sex and Carrie really did enjoy it; maybe at the beginning it wasn't an awful thing but by the time Charlotte moved to California to go to school poor Carrie's world had been pretty much wrecked. Carrie was really looking forward to leaving home and starting college with new people, none of whom would know about the years of incest.
I turned around to look into her pretty gray eyes, "Carrie, you only have to tell people what you want to tell them. Lisa and I will never say anything because it is not our story to tell. You are your own woman now and you can map your own path."
When we went in to the bar Dennis was the first person we saw. Carrie's eyes went wide; she's not a small girl (she's around 5'6") but Dennis was almost a foot taller than she was and he was just so damned big. Of course, he was polite and friendly (that's his nature) and he was quick to let Carrie know about me cooking for his grandmother and his great-aunt and how she was welcome to come over on Sunday nights too. Carrie seemed very intimidated by Tina as well, maybe it was the excessive British profanity and all the tattoos, but she and Donna seemed to bond quickly.
I was at the bar getting us soda, had to be a good girl with the youngster present, when Tina came over. "Your friend's cute but she seems really jumpy, she reminds me of your friend Holly."
"They have things in common, that's for sure. Both of them have had to deal with pretty fucked-up family members and they're both deep in the closet."
Tina patted my butt, "You girls take care of her. She looks to be a good kid."
I smiled, "She is."
Lisa must have called Holly because she arrived at about the same time our pizza did. She took one look at Carrie and I could tell she was ready to fuck her right there on the table. When we quietly told Holly about our desire to see a sexfight between her and Carrie, Holly's green eyes went wide and she licked her lips as she looked over our younger red-headed friend.
She took Carrie's hand, "Do you like it rough little girl?"
Carrie's gray eyes were bright with desire, "I can take it and give it right back to you baby."
Holly licked her lips, "I'll see you all at the apartment tomorrow night."
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I woke up Saturday morning with Carrie's cute face mashed into my breast. I slid my hand down her naked body and began rubbing her soft red bush. She woke up, smiling, and gave my nipple a quick nip with her teeth.
"Shower time sleepy-head." I pulled Carrie out of the bed, leaving Lisa asleep, and led her to the bathroom. I pushed Carrie down onto her knees in the shower and emptied my bladder on her wonderfully perky tits as she rubbed her pussy. She did the same for me and we then spent some time (and a lot of hot water) rubbing our wet boobs together. We dried each other off, but as I was leaving the bathroom Lisa came in and so Carrie got to be extra clean that morning.
I was in a bit of a rush since I was going to be spending the day at a Habitat for Humanity build site; the folks in charge had asked for a lot a people to show up since we were working on three houses at once and there was a possibility that some national figures might visit our build site. I was able to make a respectable number of pancakes (my secret is some whole-wheat flour and extra vanilla) and they were ready when Lisa and Carrie emerged from the bathroom. Carrie's legs were still a bit wobbly, multiple morning orgasms can do that to a girl, and she was wearing one of my long Social Distortion t-shirts. Lisa, of course, looked ready to welcome Princess Diana to our apartment; her ability to be both cheerful and beautiful in the mornings has always irked me. I was my usual schlubby tomboy self, wearing my Mom's old overalls (by now they were really soft and comfortable), my Dark Side of the Moon t-shirt and my work boots. Lisa, because she loved playing with my hair, helped me get my explosion of curly hair out the back of my White Sox hat.
Fortified with pancakes I kissed both girls and headed down with my toolbox to get the motorcycle out (the weather had warmed up nicely this spring). Lisa, who knew the ISU campus as well as most of the students, would accompany Carrie on her tour and promised to introduce her to members of the Queer Students Alliance. We would meet for some Italian food and then head home for Carrie's much-anticipated sexfight with Holly.
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The crew I was working with was finishing up the kitchen and utility wiring so that after the county inspectors signed off on the work then the drywallers could get to work. I was working with another apprentice, his name was Connor, checking all the connections for the 240-volt wiring for the stove, furnace, and water heater. I had met him before, he seemed a nice fellow, and he had a very pretty wife who came from the large family that ran our favorite Chinese restaurant. Susan (that was her name) had grown up in the restaurant business and would probably take it over when her parents retired; she found the story of my first encounter with Chinese mustard hilarious and she assured me I was not that first gweilo (Chinese slang for a non-Asian person) to have that reaction.
We were getting back to work after our lunch break (a group from the local synagogue had brought some really good sandwiches) when the build managers asked us all to come out for a minute. Connor and I were curious as we gathered on the lawn; I was caught short when he grabbed my arm.
"Look Cindy! Do you know who that is?"
He was pointing at an older man in jeans and a work shirt with a woman walking beside him. It took me a moment to process but I realized this old couple was Jimmy Carter and his wife Rosalynn. Everyone who works with Habitat knows who he is and this was pretty exciting for me. O.K., not as exciting as meeting Princess Diana but pretty damned close. He made it a point to meet all of us; he and his wife really came across as genuinely kind people and, as I shared with Lisa, he came across as a deeply religious man without being an asshole about it. Lisa totally agreed with me on that, as did my friend Dr. Hirschhorn.
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We met at our favorite Italian place, the one with the bread we both loved. Carrie, like Lisa, talks really fast when she is excited or nervous and she was going so fast it was kind of hard to follow her train of thought. She was so ready to move away from our little home town and come to a place where no one knew who she was or knew about all the shit she had dealt with over the years. Lisa, smiling slyly, told me that she caught quite a few guys checking her out and some girls too. Carrie and I had that in common, we were both a firm 6 on the Kinsey scale with no interest in guys beyond some basic sexual curiosity. Carrie was going to be majoring in accounting, she wanted to do something similar to what her mom did, so they had spent quite a bit of time with folks from the College of Business.
Lisa was very excited that I had gotten to meet President Carter and she told me she hoped someone got a photo of me shaking his hand. I told her I wished I had known he was coming, I would have brought my camera and had Connor take the photo for me.
Back at the apartment we got ready for the real excitement of the day, Carrie and Holly's fuck-battle.
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When Holly arrived she was wearing sweats and a baggy sweatshirt, seductively hinting at the amazing breasts it covered; we were all naked on the couch and the moving blankets were out on the floor. Both girls were ready, Carrie had definitely seized on my love of a physical struggle as a prelude to sex and Holly definitely enjoyed a battle when the mood was upon here. The two girls moved toward each other until the nipples met. Carrie was a little taller than Holly but Holly was a more solid girl. Of all our friends from home Carrie was the closest to an experienced lesbian, she and Charlotte had begun fucking when Carrie was in the 7th grade and for the next for years they had fucked almost every day (sometimes several times per day). Carrie was utterly ravenous where sex was concerned, when she was really revved up she could fuck me and Lisa to exhaustion and still be hungry for more.
Carrie's eyes went a little wide when Holly's tongue slid between her lips, it was her first realization that Holly had an oddly long tongue; we had kept this little tidbit from our friend. We could see their tongues swirling around each other's and both girls were gripping the other's butts, squeezing hard, and their tits were mashed tight together.
Holly used her strong legs to sweep Carrie's feet out from under her, leading to both nude bodies dropping to the floor. From here it was a race to see who could stimulate the other girl's pussy more. Carrie took a big risk, getting her head between Holly's muscular legs but her gamble paid off; Carrie was able to bury her face into Holly's hairless pussy (I was sad she had started shaving her bush again) while at the same time getting her index finger deep into Holly's butt. Holly let out a long moan, starting out a low pitch but gradually rising before ending in a loud "Fuck!" as her sexy body quivered with pleasure.
Carrie immediately move to sit on Holly's pretty face, totally enjoying our friend's long tongue deep inside her. The girls spent some time pleasuring each other but Lisa and I were no longer paying attention, we were too busy rubbing our pussys together and biting at each other's necks. The jerking and writhing of my big, naked body threw us both onto the floor as we climaxed at almost the same time, pussys still mashed tightly together.
Lisa crawled over to Holly and pulled her in tight, using her white braid to squeeze Holly's slender neck while I went to work teasing Holly's clit with my tongue. My butt was up in the air so Carrie went to work on my pussy and my butthole. My brown bush was still soaked and I could hear her loudly licking up the mix of my juices and Lisa's. Holly's moaning, quivering orgasm covered my face in her juices; she turned over to go to work on Lisa's clit with her wonderfully hard nipple. I got behind Carrie and pushed my tongue into her butt; I knew she loved that and her squeals of passion confirmed it.
All four of us were exhausted and, not for the first time, I wished we had an even bigger bed. Three was cozy, four just would not work. We sat there on the floor, leaned against various pieces of old furniture, idly playing with our naked bodies. As it often did, the conversation moved on to our sexual histories, especially when in our lives we realized we like girls. Both Carrie and Holly knew our stories, Lisa's description of our first kiss was comedic gold, but Carrie and Holly didn't know each other. Both girls had begun to masturbate in the 6th grade, Holly would fantasize about Heather Locklear while Carrie's go-to was Dana Plato.
Me and Lisa had never heard Carrie's whole story so we were pulled in to it when she started with how, during a summer thunderstorm one night she had crawled into bed with Charlotte because she was scared. What had begun as two sisters comforting each other grew rapidly into both girls becoming obsessed with fucking each other. Carrie wasn't sure where her sister had learned the things she knew but she really did, based on Carrie's description, know a lot more about lesbian sex in the 9th grade than either Lisa or I had when we got started. As the girls got older the story grew darker and more twisted, with hindsight it was obvious Charlotte was really using (and controlling) her little sister, but Carrie (by her own admission) thought this was normal and besides, as she said, "I really loved eating Charlotte's pussy." By the time we got to the story's horrible ending Holly was holding Carrie tight, her hands caressing Carrie's smaller (at least as compared to Holly's) tits.
Lisa said it best, "Carrie, that was just fucked up."
Carrie smiled a little, "That's why I'm looking forward to being done with high school and starting over where no one knows about me and Charlotte. I want to meet a nice girl who sees me as an equal, not just a toy to play with; really I want someone my own age." Here she looked at Holly, kissing her hard, "Not that I would turn you down Holly."
Holly kissed her back, "Just like Cindy and Lisa, I graduate next spring and I plan on getting as far away from my psycho mom as I can. You'll find someone sweetie, I know that for sure."
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We made our way through the rest of April; Lisa spent quite a bit of time in choir rehearsals preparing for their performance at Easter, as well as having a part in a student-written play, and I was working on what I thought was a truly massive research paper for an American history class. I was quite proud to have written almost 20 pages about France's involvement in the Civil War and I was really proud that I had used some original newspaper stories that I translated (mostly) myself. Lisa found it very cute that I was so excited that I got an A on the paper; Shelly showed me one of her papers on complex variable she had written for a graduate level class and that brought me back down to Earth quite sharply. She did tell me she was impressed that I had gotten copies of the original sources from the University of Illinois library.
Cherie and Sam kept us updated on the upcoming births, human and horse. Sam's parents kept her apprised of Elanor's health and told her the vet was pleased with how the pregnancy was progressing. Cherie seemed to be getting tired of sitting her doctor's office but Rob was insisting that they take no chances and she, grudgingly, admitted he was right. Based on the ultrasound scans the doctor was pretty confident she was going to have a little boy but her friends all told her to not go wild buying boy clothes because you're never sure until the baby actually comes out. I had a feeling Mom was buying loads of little blue onesies anyway.
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Owen invited us to his Kentucky Derby party and Lisa announced we needed to be dressed nicely for this (easy for her to say!) and that we needed proper hats. I had often watched the Derby and I was always incredulous (or maybe disgusted) with the elaborate hats that some women wore; I guess I am too much of a tomboy. We invited Sam and Tracey to come with us since they could fill us in on the horsey stuff. Tracey was quite excited, she knew someone who had been part of the team training one of the horses that was in the Derby on a farm in Maryland; she insisted we go to the Off-Track Betting place and actually place a bet on a horse named Captain Bodgit. Tracey knew a lot about horse racing, she even could make sense of The Daily Racing Form, and said we needed to bet on Captain Bodgit to come in first or second, she referred to it as "placing," and so Lisa and I each bet $5 following Tracey's instructions; we both felt like we were such high rollers now.
Lisa found me a nice light green dress with yellow flowers on it on clearance; that alone was amazing, clothes in my size are rarely on sale. We found a sun hat at the St. Vincent de Paul store and, with some help from Holly, it was fancied up to a point Lisa found acceptable. Lisa wore he favorite dark purple dress with a truly garish purple hat; Lisa had developed a serious love of dressing in dark colors to bring out her hair and her bright blue eyes. Of course we wore appropriately colored Converse high tops, it was by this time expected of us (and yes, Janet was disgusted when she saw the photo).
Owen was very excited to show me his new project; making beer. He explained it was a new thing amongst his friends and he now had a batch going. His set-up, down in the basement, looked like something from a 1950's science fiction movie, with burping noises coming from a thing he told me was the "fermenter" and there were tubes carrying away all manner of smelly vapors. I tried to be supportive but I had never developed a taste for beer, though I did think Dixie beer went well with Cajun food, but I assured Owen we would be there when it was ready.
Owen did make us four girls mint juleps; I'll be honest, I like rum all my assorted rum drinks better and this was basically bourbon with sugar and mint. That said they were devastatingly potent, it was highly likely we would need a ride home. I was sitting down watching the interminable pre-race coverage when I saw Holly come in along with Quinn. Holly and Quinn were very much fuck-buddies, they didn't have enough in common to be in an actual relationship, Lisa and I were pretty sure the 15-year age difference was the main reason, but they had become good friends and they did like fucking each other. Both girls were dressed to show off their very nice breasts and I was proud I did not immediately start drooling over them.
Quinn sat down quite close to me and spoke very quietly, "Holly has introduced me to pre-sex wrestling and she really wants to see me and you do at it. You up for that?"
"Oh, I most definitely am." Quinn was sliding her hand up the inside of my thigh and that was making difficult to form complete sentences. I told Lisa about the invitation when she came back with another mint julep (she really liked them). She grabbed on to me, her tongue tickling my ear as she told me that she would love watching me and Quinn fight while she and Holly played with each other.
Coverage of the Kentucky Derby consists of hour after hour of talking with horse owners, horse trainers, and jockeys; all of it leading up to a horse race that lasts a little over two minutes. It was interesting sitting next to Sam and Tracey; Tracey knew a lot about horse racing and the mint juleps had made her very talkative. She told how, despite of being really conservative and religious, most of her family enjoyed horse racing and she had often gone with assorted relatives to horse tracks in Kentucky to see (and bet on) races. Tracey told us that with her family one of the signs that summer was near was when they heard the University of Louisville band playing "My Old Kentucky Home" followed by the Call to the Post. I told her that for me, and I got this from Granddad, was hearing Jim Nabors belt out "Back Home Again in Indiana" followed by "Gentlemen, Start Your Engines!" (with that being followed by the speaker-blowing roar of 30 race car engines spinning up).
Tipsy as I was I could still follow a horse race. The strategy of the jockeys, which Tracey and Sam when on and on about, was lost on me; I was happy to keep track of the horse me and Lisa had each bet five dollars on. He came in second, which made me sad until Tracey explained that we had bet on him to come in first or second and that he had paid out about fifteen dollars for each of us. Lisa announced proudly that she would blow all her winnings on a bottle of Maker's Mark and mint leaves in order to make more mint juleps. I had designs on a new pair of motorcycle gloves.
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Quinn's house (she had gotten it in the divorce) reminded me a lot of the house I grew up in. It was built in the late 1970's and Quinn had gone all-in on a vaguely Asian decorating style. Holly met us at the door, wearing a bathrobe. As soon as she shut the door the robe came off to reveal her amazing nude body. Lisa and I were both just wearing sweats and t-shirts so it took little time for us to be naked. We spent a little bit mauling our sexy friend before we went downstairs. Quinn had exercise mats on the floor, like our friend Clarissa, and she was naked too. I was always impressed by Quinn's tits; I knew she had implants but they were still beautiful to me. We talked for a bit and Quinn smiled as she explained that Holly had introduced her to sex that while not exactly rough was quite energetic. Lisa sat on the floor, her back to the wall, and Holly sat between her legs, leaned back against Lisa's boobs with Lisa stroking Holly's hairless (her bush had been so sexy!) pussy.
Quinn was in good shape, certainly in better shape than I was, but I was several inches taller than her and definitely had some pounds on her. We rolled on the mat, both of us trying to rub the other woman's pussy. Holly had taught Quinn to use her tits as a weapon and she certainly had the size to smother me with them. I did try biting at her nipples but hers were not as sensitive as Lisa's so that didn't work well. Quinn got me down on my belly, my tits spread out under me and she got two fingers up inside me. I knew I wouldn't last long and after quite a sexy struggle (we were both damp from Lisa spraying us down after Holly had gone to work on her pussy) I was able to grab Quinn's feet and tuck them under my arms and press my foot hard against her pussy. I leaned back, using my height to my advantage and eventually Quinn submitted, but not after I made her orgasm. Lisa and Holly were now on their sides on a 69, paying no attention to us at all, at least not until Lisa erupted in yet another wet orgasm.
Quinn was licking her lips when I brought out our purple dildo. She got on her hands and knees, her toned ass up. I pushed the dildo up into my pussy and leaned down, giving her pussy and butthole each a long lick, before I slid the purple dildo into her cunt. Gripping her hips, I began speeding up, slapping my body against hers. By now Holly was sitting on the floor in front of her so that Quinn could lick her pussy while I pounded her from behind. Quinn's body would shudder when she climaxed and she made Holly come too.
I grabbed Quinn's short black hair and pulled her head up, whispering in her ear, "Do you want it in the ass too, your naughty slut?" Quinn closed her eyes and nodded. I pulled the wet dildo from her pussy, put some lube on it, and pushed it slowly into her brown butthole. She moaned as the dildo spread her open and now, as I ass-fucked her, she was eating Lisa's pussy. Quinn's orgasm wasn't as strong as when I was in her pussy but she kept licking Lisa until her dark hair was again soaked by Lisa's explosion.
Quinn had a nice sectional couch so we sat there for a while, switch partners and playing with each other's bodies. She was stroking Holly's lovely dark red hair, "I'm going to miss you girls when you graduate. It's been a while since I've had sex this often and now I remember why I like it so much." She looked over at me, "Did you ever get any blow-back from what happened at Holly's competition."
"Well, I did get cross examined by Mr. and Mrs. Graff and that was absolutely terrifying. I can't imagine what it would be like being questioned by them in court."
Quinn laughed softly, "Us lawyers are like that; we always want to know the answers before we ask the questions."
"That's what Rita told me too. I still thought I was going to piss myself."
"If you ever get the chance, try to be in the courtroom when one of them is working a case. I've always imagined that seeing them work would have been like watching da Vinci paint."
We told Quinn (Holly had heard the story) about our adventure with Jane (we left out all the names and locations). Quinn knew who Katherine was; he assessment was "She is totally sexy and totally terrifying at the same time." Quinn was not at all surprised Katherine had a sword and knew how to use it.
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Sam and Tracey had worked at establishing an equestrian club at the university. The College of Agriculture had a farm that included livestock and there were several horses there that club members could ride. At spring break Tracey had brought Waldo with her and he lived out at the farm, it made her really happy to be able to ride him; Elanor stayed with Sam's parents, since her estimated due date was only a couple of months away. Sam did tell me Tracey was practicing her barrel racing and getting some really fast times; she also looked sexy as hell while she was doing. Lisa and I went to watch a few times; I was in awe of how Tracey and Waldo worked together as a team. Lisa could hardly watch, she was sure they were going to fall every time they made one of those ridiculously sharp turns.
It was a warm Sunday right before our final exams when Lisa went with the kids from the church out to the farm. Tracey, Sam, and several other students gave them a tour and the kids, if they wanted to, got to ride one of the smaller horses around the pasture. My job was to get photos of them and many of the girls insisted on getting their picture taken on the horse with Miss Lisa standing by them. It was tooth-achingly cute.
Tracey told us she was going to actually compete in some rodeos over the summer and her hope was to qualify for the rodeo at the DuQuoin State Fair at the end of August. "I may have to miss some classes but I think my teachers will understand. I hope you and Lisa can come see me."
I hugged, she loved having her boobs mashed into mine, "We will do our best."
Patting Sam on the butt, "We will want pictures of the baby horse too."
"Foal. That's the name for a horse less than a year old." Sam took my utter ignorance about "horsey" things in stride.
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With our exams behind us the time came for Rita's fashion show. I did my best to keep Lisa calm, multiple towering and explosively wet orgasms really helped so I was eating her pussy a lot. Amber came over to help as did Abigail; I was happy that they would not ignore my pussy while they were at the apartment. We did a lot of laundry in the weeks leading up to the show.
As usual we rode the train north; I had all my gear with me and I had, at Cornelius' suggestion, bought many rolls of Kodak Vericolor portrait film. I had also loaded my other camera with Plus-X in hopes of getting a portrait of my baby that would be right up there with Ingrid Bergman or Grace Kelly.
Jan picked us up at the station and took us to Rita's apartment. He left us girls there, knowing Rita would want to fuck some more; that was certainly true. Rita had Lisa's jeans off as soon as she was inside the door and she took Lisa to the bedroom. Bella was there too and we went more slowly with each other. We never got our jeans all the way off, we just sat there on the couch fingering each other. Based on the moaning coming from the bedroom our orgasms were much calmer than Lisa's.
Jan came back over after Lisa's final fitting. While he was too much of a gentleman to talk about sex with me Bella was happy to share that, since she was currently unattached, Rita had been happy for her to be included. Bella let me know that she could not take all of Jan's cock comfortably, and that she could not help but gag when sucking on it, that he spoiled her where other guys were concerned. "He really does care about a girl's pleasure. Have you ever fucked him?"
"Just once. Rita really wanted to see me wrestle with him and I was curious about sex with a guy. He's really nice but there just wasn't any chemistry there; I really only feel passion with women."
Bella pulled me over and kissed me, "Well, I want to see you and Rita fight sometime."
I licked her nipple, "I'm sure that can be arranged."
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We all went for breakfast at Jan's favorite little diner. Weirdly, considering how much sex there had been the night before, I almost had to force Lisa to eat. I had never seen her this nervous before; she told me this was somehow different than being on stage, to her it was even scarier than her nude performance at the strip club with Honey and her cousin. I made her eat some French toast while I packed away some eggs Benedict. Carolina met us at the diner and her very tight top made me, not for the first time, dream about a titfight between Rita and her half-sister. From the look Carolina gave Bella it was clear that they knew each other and that Carolina was not one of Bella's fans. Carolina never said anything, probably to not spoil things for her little sister, but I got the strong feeling that Bella and Carolina had sexually crossed paths and that things had not ended well,
The show was to be held at the Art Institute with the runway set up in the American Modernists' gallery. Carolina took Lisa by the hand and, after both of them kissed me in a wonderful way, they went to get ready. I waited with my gear for my friend Cornelius to arrive; Cornelius was never hard to miss and this time was no exception, he was wearing a bright purple suit with a matching hat, tie and shoes. I noticed two other things, he was walking with a cane and he was accompanied by a very pretty woman,
"Cynthia my dear! It is so good to see you again! Please let me introduce my new partner, this is Sloan and she has a long history in fashion photography."
Sloan had very wavy brown hair and she was several inches shorter than me. Of course, I wondered if she was a lesbian too; but I was here to work, not to find a new threesome partner. Sloan and I chatted as we set up our gear; she had done a lot of work for the fashion sections of the Tribune and the Sun-Times along with some advertising work for Marshall Field and Carson Pirie Scott. She did give me a sly smile as she told me that she had also worked on the Chicago Bears cheerleader's calendar; I was quite jealous.
As the crowd grew I saw Rita's parents; along with Katherine, Erin, Cassie, and Jan. I went over to say hello and Mrs. G reminded she wanted copies of all my photos to show off her daughter's talent. Ellie wanted some photos too, and I was pretty sure they would provide her with happy masturbation material. Mr. G also introduced me to Bella's dad and step-mom; he told me that her dad was one of his clients and, judging by his appearance, he was probably one of Mr. Graff's "colorful" clients. He was very polite to me but it was also clear he was a man of few words.
Cassie was very happy to see me too; she told me Rita had been coming to her classroom for a while to help her when her students had their art classes. "The kids really get excited when anyone new comes into the room and they really like Rita. She could be a good teacher if she wanted to do that, but I know she loves being an artist."
"Yeah she is. What do you know about Bella? I get the feeling that Carolina doesn't really like her."
Cassie sighed, "Bella's almost my age, that makes her about three years younger than Carolina; people just think she's a lot younger because she's so tiny. She's bounced around pretty aimlessly for several years being a rich party girl before she decided on trying art school. I met her through Chris and I thinks she's just really spoiled; her dad gives her whatever she wants and pays for everything. I think that she and Carolina had some issue about a guy in the past and Carolina thinks that Bella used her family and her money to steal him away from her, and then, for all that drama, she only went out with him a few times."
I shook my head, "I'm so glad Lisa and I don't have this drama in our lives."
Cassie gave me a look that made me feel very warm and tingly, "Rita has told me you girls have quite the sex lives."
I smiled in a way that hoped would make her tingle too, "Oh, we do. You would be welcome to join us sometime."
Cassie got very close, putting her arm around my waist, "I had some flings with girls in college, and I've had some threesomes with Rita and Jan, but I've never been with two girls at once and I think I'd like to try. I might take you up on the offer once this divorce nightmare is over."
I put my arm around her waist, noticing she had a very nice butt, "I forgot about that sweetie, I'm sorry."
"Chris has really been trying to screw me over, financially speaking, but Rita helped me get one of the younger associates from her parent's firm to represent me. She has never said anything but I think her and Jan are helping to pay for his time. There's a preliminary hearing in two weeks and Rita has promised me she will be there to support me."
I gave her a quick kiss on the cheek, "If we can make it up here me and Lisa will be there for you too." Her smile told me she really wanted that, making me all the more determined to make it so.
I stuck close to Cornelius and Sloan as the models began coming down the catwalk. They were there on assignment for the Tribune to document the entire thing, while I was there just to get shots of Lisa and Carolina. I liked working with Sloan since she kept up a running narrative of everything she was doing, she told me talking to herself was how she remembered to do everything. I was really impressed with the outfits that students in Rita's class had come up with; most were for women but there were a few guys who looked really nice and I wondered if Jan was inspired by any of the looks.
I was ready to go when Carolina came out. It was not surprise that she looked amazing and she was definitely showing off those amazing tits of here. I was taking photos as fast as I could crank the shutter and I was quite pleased I managed some with my black and white film as well. It may have just been me but I was sure that when Lisa came out there was an audible "Oooooh" from the audience. Somehow, up there on the runway, my amazing girlfriend looked even more beautiful. Her white hair, which is normally very straight, came down over her shoulders in waves and it really set off the black dress. Rita had done her makeup to bring out her eyes which, to me, really looked like they were glowing. Lisa came down the catwalk with the same confidence she showed coming out on stage but, when we made eye contact, she did give me a little smile.
After it the show was done there was a reception in a different part of the museum. I had not tried to talk to Cornelius or Sloan during the show, I didn't want to break their concentration, but afterwards they both told Lisa and me how amazing she had looked. Lisa got a lot of compliments and I fully intended on reminding her to be accepting of them (she is constantly on me about this).
I had seen people handing Lisa business cards, and she showed them to me when we got a chance to sit down. There were several from modeling agencies, but the one that made us both tingly was from someone who worked for Playboy; Rita laughed when she saw that one.
"So, are you going to do a centerfold shoot too Lisa?"
"Oh no! If nothing else I don't want to have to explain that to my parents. I'm happy right where I am." She was holding on to my arm and that made me feel very warm. Rita's whole family, including Katherine, were clearly very proud of her and they all told Lisa how great she looked and how she had been the perfect choice for the dress.
It was good to be back on the train home, we were both tired and it was no surprise that Lisa was asleep on my shoulder before we reached Joliet. Back home we carefully hung her dress up in our little closet, still in its bag, before we collapsed into our bed. It was one of those unusual times where we were too tired to fuck.
I am quite jealous that Lisa can still wear a lot of her clothes from college, I have not been so lucky. The dress she wore in the show has been altered a few times but she still wears it for some formal events. Rita, while proud of what she had accomplished, stuck with visual arts. Her friend Bella did stick with fashion design; she was very talented at design but she had the freedom to experiment that comes from already having plenty of money. I love hearing from you (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation (https://donate.nofty.org)