A Girl's Story Chapter 3
Our sexy protagonists are enjoying the summer before their last year at the university. They do get to meet a new person and Cindy gets to meet the sort of girl she has often fantasized about.
Part 37, A New Phase of Life, A Trip, and Playing in the Band
Lisa and I drove home back for a few days, we would stay at my house this time, for me to get my certification as a journeyman; Granddad and Aunt Carla came too, and so did Janet. The night before we were sitting in the coffee shop when our friend Steph came in. It had been quite a while since we had seen her and she looked amazing. She had let her blonde hair grow out some and she was wearing a nice, tight top that showed off her boobs very well. We talked for a while and then Lisa turned to me, smiling. She told me she was going to go see Ellie (she was at Rita's house); I had a strong suspicion that after she fucked Ellie she was going to find, and fuck, my little sister too. It was all fine by me, I was eager to get my face between Steph's long legs. Steph liked both of us but she had always said sex with the two of us at the same time was a bit much for her, she much preferred one girl at a time.
Her mom was at work and Steph was enjoying some actual time off during the summer; we left our clothes strewn through the house as we went out back to the hot tub. Sliding our naked bodies into the warm water we moved close together to that our pussys mashed together. We grabbed each other's hair and went to work grinding our pussys together. We were splashing out a lot of water as our nude bodies rubbed together and I was going to, once again, have an impressive collection of bite marks on my tits. I was raking my fingers down Steph's back when my orgasm hit and, fortunately for Steph, the water kept me from kicking too hard. She came a short while later, doing her best to suck my entire breast into her mouth as she did.
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On the way to the union hall Lisa told me about how much she had missed having Ellie sit on her face. I asked her about Janet and that made her laugh. Janet had met a guy who was in her math class and they seemed to be, according to Lisa, pretty serious. Janet, ever fearful of being a slut like her big sisters, was being faithful to him, but she did ask Lisa a lot about sex and Lisa said she had done her best to give Janet good information.
It was good to see The Chief again, along with Esther (his wife), and Gwen (his niece). Gwen did tell me she had been dating a girl she met at the community college for two years now, I was really happy for her. I also saw my old Electricity teacher Mr. Lucan and also Allison, who had been my mentor in the first years of my apprenticeship.
After the business part of the meeting was over The Chief made a short speech and then made me stand up to present me with a rather ornate certificate proclaiming that I, Cynthia Manning, was now a journeyman in the International Brotherhood of Electrical Workers. I was blushing mightily and also trying very hard not to cry (Lisa picked up the slack for me on that one). There were lots of photos with friends, family, and people in between; Lisa insisted on getting one with her kissing me on the cheek with one of her feet kicked up behind her like we were in some 1950's sit-com. I also ate a (possibly) unhealthy amount of cake too. I guess I really was an adult now and I had a fancy certificate to prove it too!
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Shelly had invited us to come with her to Champaign for the Pride Parade there. She was going with a group, some of whom were affiliated with the famous Dykes on Bikes, and she wanted me and Lisa to come too. I was really excited, I had never been in a parade other than riding on the float in my high school homecoming parade with my oh-so-sexy homecoming queen girlfriend. I wore my black jeans, my Joan Jett t-shirt, and my aunt's old leather jacket (after almost 30 years of use the leather was really soft) and my Doc Martens. Lisa had, of course, gone shopping with Holly to find the right gear. She was now the proud owner of a pair of leather pants, knee-high boots (from a consignment shop), and her own leather jacket (from the Salvation Army store); Lisa and Holly really loved shopping for clothes and I really loved the outcome, Lisa looked hot as hell. I braided her hair (it's the "girliest" thing that I do) for the ride down the interstate but once we got to Champaign she wanted it loose and blowing in the wind, even if it meant de=tangling it later.
That parade was really fun; I think that this was the most gay people I had ever been around in my 22 years of life. Lisa sat there on the passenger seat, openly squeezing my boobs, and waving like she was indeed the true Queen of the Noldor. After the parade I was in my element talking bikes with the other riders (and receiving more than a few very lewd propositions from some really butch women). Lisa was totally loving being a total lesbian sex-goddess and she was propositioned way more than I was. We were excited to see our friend Michelle, who was doing a summer internship with a laser company, as well as Ellie, Jan and Rita. Jan remained fascinated by American parades and afterwards I could tell he was about ready to burst from his need to tell me something.
Rita smiled at him and patted his butt, "Go ahead and tell her baby, I know you want to."
Jan pulled out his wallet with great theatricality and handed me his driver's license. Jan had kept his Dutch citizenship but he now had resident alien status (the fabled "Green Card") and he also had an Illinois driver's license. I looked at it and, on the back, where it had the assorted endorsements I saw his had, like mine, the "M" for motorcycle. I gave him a big hug, not grabbing his butt (that was Rita's job), "Good for you Jan!"
Jan was usually quite reserved and serious but today he was practically bubbly, "I got a motorcycle too."
"What did you get?" By now Shelly and Rebecca were listening and several of the girls who had an interest in guys were definitely eyeing him (or maybe they were eyeing Rita's tits, which she was always willing to show off).
"It's a 1991 BMW R100." Rita got some photos from her bag to show me. It was a white bike and I could tell Rita had done the artwork on the tank and side covers."
"That looks really nice. What are the things painted on the tank?"
"On one side there is the Dutch flag and on the top are the flag of the city of Rotterdam and the red lion of the province of South Holland."
On the other side of the tank there was, in nice calligraphy (Rita's work again) the words "De Vliegende Hollander." I pointed to it, "What does that mean?"
Jan smiled broadly, "It means `The Flying Dutchman."
"I love it, I can't wait till we can ride together."
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Back at our little apartment Lisa was in rehearsals for You're A Good Man Charlie Brown and I was working on every job I could get. We had our plans to move to Chicago after graduation and Chicago (even the suburbs) is an expensive place to live so we needed money saved up for that. There were several performances of the play before the cast and crew headed off to Michigan and I really enjoyed being there in the control booth and getting to work with my sweetie. I did make friends with a person who was also on the crew as well. Her name was Aubrey and I had noticed that she dressed quite overly (to my eyes) feminine. She told me he really didn't consider himself to be male or female, but something (undefinably) "else" and that she preferred "She," but that she did have "boy parts.". What I knew was she looked very cute in a sundress.
Lisa had also been contacted by Steve, from Jehovah's Favorite Choir, about doing a few shows with them. She agreed to do several in between coming back from Michigan and school starting again and she was practicing their set lists every night in addition to her songs in the show.
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We drove up to St. Ignace, Michigan in a caravan with the rest of the group and so we had lots of fun talking on the CB radio. It was a long way, 525 miles, so as we approached Mackinaw City I was excited that the trip was almost over and it was good Lisa and I had taken turns driving the Red October; but then I saw the bridge.
Now I had gotten better about heights but I still did not like edges and I felt panic rising in me at the thought of driving across the Straits of Mackinac on a suspension bridge that is 5 miles long at 200 feet above some very deep water. Oh, did I mention that part of the roadway is a steel grate so you can look down and see that deep water? Fortunately for me, Lisa did not share my fear of edges (her great phobia was centipedes, she cannot abide the nasty things) and so she took over the driving. I tried to snap some photos but I spent most of the five miles with my face buried in her lap (not that she minded that).
Safely across the straits we went to the apartments that were set aside for the crew and performers at the theater on the island. It was an efficiency apartment with one double bed (no threesomes for our time there) and a decent, if small, kitchen. We all went out for dinner at a little diner near the apartment complex; it was decent enough food but they did have excellent pie, and I do love me some pie.
Back at our little apartment we both remarked how much we missed our queen-sized bed. I mean, it wasn't like we were back to fucking on our skinny little dorm beds or the spare bed at my parent's house but we both commented on the lack of real estate. This did not, however, diminish my enjoyment of Lisa lowering her wet, white bush onto my waiting mouth and my eager licking of her pussy and butthole. I didn't get too energetic; I didn't want to trigger a gusher because I had no idea where the clean sheets were or even if there was some sort of laundry facility.
Lisa pulled me into her lap so that I could wrap my legs around her, and she could wrap hers around me, with our pussys pressed together. She held me tight, her tongue in my mouth and her nipples rubbing on mine as she rubbed against my sensitive clit. She was holding my tight enough that I couldn't move my legs and that meant a nice, strong orgasm.
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During the week there would be two shows a day, one matinee and one in the evening, with the last show being the next Saturday. Our plan was to head home by way of Amber's house in Wisconsin, where we hoped to see her perform some of the traditional social dances. The theater program provided lunch and dinner for us, except for Saturday when there was only a matinee and thus only lunch. We met up with the rest of the group at the nearby diner for breakfast. There were some sly smiles when we came in, I guess the walls were pretty thin; most everyone knew us and knew we tended to be loud but we did decide to try to be quieter.
A few other people had also brought bicycles with them for getting around on the island. I had found a rather large German army backpack at the surplus store so I was in charge of carrying all our stuff with me. The ferry crossing took a little over 15 minutes and I, naturally, spent the time getting photos of Lisa with her hair blowing back in the breeze. There were a few other people who had brought along their romantic partners but I was pretty sure we were the only gay couple so we did our best to be discreet.
Once we arrived on the island I marveled at the sight off all the horses, and the messes they left, on the streets. I took lots of pictures, I was sure Sam and Tracey would love this place. All our gear got loaded in a large wagon and hauled to the theater where all of us pitched in to unload it. We had a little time before Lisa needed to be in for hair and make-up as well as warming up for the matinee. We walked around looking all the little shops, most of which sold things we didn't need and couldn't afford anyway. We did discover why there was no way I could live on this island; the sheer number of places selling fudge. I love fudge in all its forms and this was some seriously good stuff. We sat on a bench, sampling the wonderful fudge and we took in the sites. There were two places I wanted to go, and I would have more free time than Lisa would; I wanted to go up to the old fort and I wanted to see the Grand Hotel. Lisa told me that she wanted us to have dinner up there on Saturday night; fortunately, I had packed one of my dresses in addition to my normal tomboy attire.
I worked with the crew as Lisa was getting her makeup done. Since she played Lucy in the show she would also tuck her lovely white hair up into a black wig (she still looked sexy as hell). I had met all the cast members (and I had fed many of them over the preceding months) but I had become friends with Isidore (he went by "Izzy"), who played the role of Snoopy. Izzy was flamboyantly gay, even Owen said so, but amazingly talented and he totally threw himself into the role. I loved talking with him because he was a fellow motorcyclist (he rode a Honda Nighthawk 750); he had even joined in on some of the group rides that Shelly's club went on (he was the only guy there).
The cast came out so that we could go through the blocking on the small stage and get all the lights aimed properly. There was little to be done with the sound, the theater was small enough that the performers didn't need amplification. Aubrey, looking very sexy in denim shorts came up into the booth to watch. She put an arm around me, "Lisa looks stunning."
I smiled, "She always does." Aubrey did make a comment about our energetic sex (if only she knew!) and I got the feeling she would love to join us. I wasn't sure how to feel about that.
There were a lot of families for the matinee performance and, as Don had predicted, the kids loved the show. Izzy was a runaway hit with his over-the-top, almost operatic, performance of "Suppertime," it was hard for me to not pee myself from laughing so hard (and I had seen him perform it in our kitchen where I did actually wet myself).
Thankfully Lisa was not wearing too much makeup, so getting it off was simpler than it had been for Grease. We went out on our bikes and rode up to the old fort, where I lost myself in the history of how this little island had first been French, then British, and then finally American; the native people (as usual) were always caught in the crossfire.
After dinner and the evening performance we got ready to catch the ferry back. Those of us with bikes were able to park them in the basement of the theater, so that was one less thing to keep track of. Back at our little apartment Lisa barely managed to get her clothes off before collapsing into the bed. I crawled in, tucking in behind her, feeling her warm butt on my stomach.
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That was how it went for the week. I really loved watching Lisa perform, even more so since I got to work her spotlight. A few evenings the whole group gathered in the little courtyard of the apartment complex, the other tenants were almost all seasonal workers on the island, sitting around a fire and drinking beer. Izzy introduced me to a beer from his hometown of Duluth, Minnesota which I really liked; I returned the favor by introducing him to Anchor Steam. While Aubrey still flirted with me shamelessly, Lisa found it hilarious, she was also making serious eyes at Izzy; in so many ways she was a girl after my own heart (apart from that penis thing). By Wednesday night she was sitting in his lap and that made me happy for her.
We got a surprise after the Thursday night performance when, as the cast was doing their mingling with the audience, we saw Rita and her parents, along with Jan and a blonde woman I didn't recognize. It was absolutely no surprise to me that they were staying the Grand Hotel and that her dad and Jan spent many happy hours watching the ships go past the island with binoculars that probably cost as much as my camera. They were all filled with praise for Lisa and Mrs. G made a point of also talking to Izzy, she comedically thumped him on the head in revenge for him ruining her eye makeup since she laughed so hard she was crying. Izzy executed a very elaborate bow as an apology. When I told Rita about our dinner plans on Saturday she was firm that we should join her family for dinner, though they would leave us alone when we needed some romantic time. We both liked that idea, in no small part because Jan was paying for dinner.
Jan introduced us to the mystery woman, "Cindy, Lisa, this is my sister Sara. She has come to visit for a while and she has been anxious to meet you."
Sara had the flawless smile of someone with lots of money for dentists, she had brown eyes, like Jan, and short blonde hair. Like Jan her English was flawless (she also spoke French and German in addition to Dutch), "Jan has told me so much about you girls, I'm very pleased to meet you." She hugged both of us and I was a good girl and I did not grab her very shapely butt.
After the Saturday matinee we changed at the theater and took one of the horse-drawn taxis up to the hotel. This was the fanciest place I had even seen; it put the Illinois House or the Jeffersonian to shame. Rita and Jan met us on the famous front porch, where many photos were taken. I think we may have raised a few eyebrows when Lisa sat in my lap in one of the rocking chairs.
To this day I have never eaten in such a grand place, the hotel was certainly aptly named. The food was really good but we both agreed what you were really paying for was the incredible view out the windows, looking out over the water with the big bridge off in the distance. Mr. Graff had grudgingly left his binoculars in the room, probably at his wife's insistence but he, and Jan, went over to the window whenever a ship came into view. I thought it was quite adorable and I think it made Mr. G much more willing to consider Jan as a possible future son-in-law.
Mr. Graff was quite excited that on Sunday they would be heading north to Sault St. Marie, he told us he had always wanted to see the Soo locks, and he asked if Lisa and I wanted to come along with them. I looked over at Lisa and she, knowing full well I cannot resist looking at machinery, nodded. The plan was the Graff would go back to their car in Mackinaw City and then meet us at our apartment.
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Back at the apartment we joined the rest of the group around the fire pit. I was pleased to see that Aubrey and Izzy were pretty much groping each other; Aubrey was wearing a short skirt and Izzy had his hand between her legs, quite possibly playing with her boy-parts. We shared our plans and there was general agreement from everyone that I, while cute, was a total nerd where machines were concerned.
We were getting stuff moved from the apartment to the Red October when we noticed the door to Izzy's apartment was open and there were definite sex noises coming from inside. I peeked in and were greeted with the sight of Aubrey eagerly sucking Izzy's cock; it was a nice enough cock (based on my limited experience) but he was certainly smaller than Jan. He looked up and smiled at us, his hands still gripping Aubrey's hair. With a loud moan he (we assume) shot his load into Aubrey's mouth. I was very weird talking casually to two people who had just fucked but they seemed quite O.K. with it. They both assured us that they wanted to get together when we got back home.
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The Graff's were traveling in a sort of bus-like van with really comfy seats and (naturally) a driver; there was easily room for two more so we left the Jeep there in St. Ignace for a couple of days. I asked where Katherine was and Rita told me that she and Erin had gone to see Erin's family in Vermont; she also told us that while Katherine was still struggling with telling her grandmother and her aunt that she was gay the two of them were fully out to Erin's family and that they totally accepted them. That bit of news made us both happy. We enjoyed talking with Sara, she was not shy in telling us that she really didn't like her two older sisters much either and that her parents could really get on a person's nerves pretty fast. Sara and Rita got along really well, Sara worked in art museums in the Netherlands doing conservation work and writing the descriptions for exhibition catalogs. She freely admitted that her artistic talents paled compared to Rita.
Lisa and I had speculated a lot on Sara's sexuality; I really thought she was flirting with us, but Lisa reminded me that I thought that about every woman who said two words to me (It's still true, too much lesbian porn I guess). Sara was definitely one of those people who likes to touch the folks she's talking to which, according to Jan, made her a bit odd by Dutch standards.
"Lisa, I loved you in the dress that Rita and Bella made. Did you keep it?"
Lisa was rubbing my thigh, "I did. It's hanging in our closet right now; all we need is more opportunities for me to wear it.
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Sault St. Marie was about an hour from St. Ignace so when we arrived we went right to one of the tour places to take a boat trip through the locks; Jan and Rita's dad were both really excited by this and I confess I was too.
(Note to readers: Here begins a whole discourse on the Soo Locks. You must forgive your author, she is as much of a nerd as her characters)
Jan, usually being the quiet sort, was very talkative now, giving us a very detailed history of the locks and how they exist to get around the rapids on the St. Mary's river because Lake Superior is 21 feet higher than Lake Huron. We had to wait to enter the lock as there was a large ship, Jan corrected me because on the lakes it is a "Boat," was there first heading downlake. I stared in total amazement as the Mesabi Miner passed by us and I could read on the stern (See, I remembered some nautical terms!) the name of the ship and its homeport, Wilmington, Delaware. It is right at 1,000 feet long (longer than many aircraft carriers, according to Jan), making it twice as long as the largest boat I had ever seen, the Badger car ferry we had taken across Lake Michigan. Lisa held my hand and smiled at me, putting up with my nerdiness because she is the best girlfriend in the world. We went through the lock and under the big bridge before turning around and coming back through the much smaller lock on the Canadian side. Mr. Graff was writing in his notebook of ships he had seen, it was the most relaxed I had ever seen him.
"So Jan," I asked, "Is Interlake Steamship one of you family's companies?"
"We have an interest in it but we aren't the sole owners." I reflected on the thought that I could certainly see, if he wasn't such a nice guy, that Jan would make a good James Bond villain.
We went across into Canada because there was a restaurant that had been recommended to Mr. Graff. There was quite a line of cars going across since it was a nice summer weekend and people were heading up into the I was, again, quite nervous going through Canadian customs. We hadn't planned on this but all we needed were our driver's licenses (this was pre-9/11). Jan and Sara took a bit more time since they traveled on Dutch passports but it all went smoothly and the officer from Canadian Borders Services was friendly while being all business as well. He saw my camera and mentioned we should stop at the park right after we got off the bridge.
In the park, and this was totally for the benefit of American tourists like me, there was a constable from the Royal Canadian Mounted Police wearing her full-dress red uniform sitting on a black horse who looked like they were wearing white socks (Sam later told me these markings on a horse are indeed called socks). I thought she was very cute, and Lisa agreed with me; she had her hair tied back in a tight bun under her hat and when we came over she obligingly let us take loads of photos and even dismounted so we could get photos with her. She introduced herself, her name was Alice and she was originally from a town called Lloydminster (Mrs. G knew exactly where that was) and that her horse's name (it was a she) was Pippi; named for Pippi Longstocking (we all liked that).
We ate dinner, it was my first encounter with Scotch eggs (yummy, but a nutritional disaster) and then headed back to the Michigan side to check in to our hotel. Lisa and I had a room with a queen bed in it, which we were ready to put to good use, especially if Rita or Sara wanted to join us. Rita's parents went to their room, leaving us "Young folks," as Mr. G put it, to hang out in the bar. Lisa was overjoyed that the hotel bar had aged port (she loves that stuff) and I was happy that the bartender could make a Dark & Stormy. We talked for a long while, Sara wanted to know all about me and Lisa and so we told our tale, leaving out the really sexy bits. We were all rather buzzed when we went upstairs. Jan went off the room he and Rita had, I was sure he was trying to hide a massive erection. I leaned down to give Sara a hug and, much to my surprise she kissed me, and kissed me with plenty of tongue and she did the same for Lisa. Rita followed us to our room and I hoped this meant we could fuck our lovely, busty friend.
Sadly, Rita was saving her energy for Jan. We did talk a bit, prying into Sara's sexuality and Rita's continuing relationship with Jan and how that relationship was getting more and more serious. Rita said she also got a definite bi-curious vibe from Sara but that she wasn't going to try to fuck the woman who might be her sister-in-law someday. She did say that she would be totally fine with us fucking Sara however and that, if we did, she wanted all the details. She also filled us on her and Jan, giving us plenty of lurid details about threesomes (and more-somes) they had enjoyed and her love of watching Jan get it in the ass from another guy and how guys eyes would go wide when they realized Jan's huge cock was going into their tender assholes. She and Jan had talked more about marriage but she was still adamant that it would not be before she finished her MFA, which would probably be in 2000. She had insisted that the wedding would be in Chicago, while he told her that his family would demand the ceremony be in Rotterdam. They compromised in that there would be two ceremonies, one in each city. She also told us that we would be bridesmaids, along with Carolina, Sara, and some other of Rita's friends and that Jan's family would foot the bill for flying us to the Netherlands and we were quite excited by that.
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We picked up the Jeep and headed from St. Ignace through the amazing scenery of Michigan's Upper Peninsula and on to Amber's hometown of Manitowoc, Wisconsin. Amber was going to be part of a dance performance in Menominee we drove with her up there. She wanted a total accounting of our adventures, including the sexy parts, and we told her everything. She was horrified that Lisa had been drugged in a bar but she told us, as many other women had as well, that this was more common than we knew. She was also very cagey about there being someone she wanted us to meet.
We got to our hotel and checked into our room and it was here that we met Brenda. Brenda was a big woman, not quite as tall as me but with some really serious muscles. Brenda had met Amber in a bar in Manitowoc where she worked as a bartender and bouncer; Amber had been there will a Springsteen cover band. Brenda was older than we were, she was 33, and she had done a lot of jobs but what had me shamelessly sliding my hand inside my jeans was her story of being a wrestler on the independent circuit and how she had even done some videos for a catfight production company.
Amber, who already had her t-shirt off, looked over at me, "You want to wrestle with Brenda?"
My shirt was off and I was taking off my bra, "You know I do."
Once I was naked Lisa was rubbing me down, rubbing her nipples on my back, "She's going to fuck you hard baby."
I turned to face Lisa, "I hope so."
Brenda had small breasts for such a big girl and I noticed she had a very prominent clit and quite large labia; she also shaved her bush (this made me sad). She wasted no time, rushing at me and getting a hand between my legs she scooped me up like I was a little girl and threw me on the bed. I think I held my own pretty well, at one point I actually got Brenda on her stomach and a reached around trying to get her in a full nelson. That didn't work, her arms were just too strong. Brenda finally got me in a chokehold and she actually made me pass out. I wasn't out for long but when I opened my eyes I saw a lovely dark pussy descending toward my face. I pushed my tongue up inside Brenda's very wet cunt and went to work, licking her meaty pussy lips and her very swollen clit. Brenda's orgasms were like mine, she started shaking and thrashing, her big thighs closing in on my head. Her orgasms, like mine could be violent and her big thighs certainly squeezed my head very tightly.
I rolled her over, "On your back big girl." I sat on her face, she immediately began sucking on my clit, and I gripped her ankles, pulling her thick legs back and opening up her pussy and butthole to Lisa and Amber. Amber went for her pussy and Lisa slowly pushed her finger into Brenda's tight butt. Amber had drawn a very wet orgasm out of Lisa and Lisa was rubbing her fingers across her pussy to get them nice and wet before she pushed them into Brenda's pulsing butthole. I crossed my ankles under her head, keeping her face trapped in my pussy as her orgasm ripped through her body. We all wound up in a tangle of warm, naked bodies, totally worn out.
I peppered Brenda with questions about the wrestling industry and her work in adult films. "I went to a wrestling school over in Michigan before I got in the circuit. I'm big and I play up the whole Indian thing so I get work. Yeah, some of the girls are lesbians, but not as many as you might think, and even if, like me, you are gay, you keep it to yourself. Most of the fans are guys and a huge part of the allure of women wrestling is the guys think they could have a chance of fucking us. Most of the girls know I'm gay but that doesn't keep them from getting in the ring with me; it's all business but sometimes I do get really wet. In the video business lesbian porn is really popular but it doesn't pay as well as working with guys. I'm what they call `Straight for Pay,' I'll let a guy fuck me but it's not what I enjoy."
Like most girls I had talked to about this, Brenda had realized she had feelings for girls when she was in the 6th grade. She was always a big girl, in fact she said she was pretty chubby in high school and going to the gym was what helped her gain confidence. Her first sex with a woman was with a neighbor who was in her 50's shortly after she graduated from high school. Gloria had exposed Brenda to both wrestling and lesbian porn and Brenda never looked back. When I asked about her masturbation fantasies her go-to was Sandahl Bergman from the Conan movies and Brigitte Nielson as Red Sonja.
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We were laying in our bed, Lisa's head on my boobs and her fingers stroking my pussy, "Do you think Brenda's pretty?"
"Yeah. I'm not a huge fan of big muscles but she's a fun girl."
"You really enjoyed eating her pussy, it made me kind of jealous."
I took Lisa's face in my hands, looking straight into her blue eyes, "You are the only woman I truly love. Yeah, I enjoyed fucking Brenda, but I don't love her. I feel for her the same way I do about Holly, Amber or Ellie; I enjoy sex with them, but you are the love of my life and you always will be."
Lisa bit my nipple, "If I was bigger I'd take her on, just to show that big sexy beast who you belong to."
"I love my warrior elf queen."
Lisa was already asleep.
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Lisa had seen Amber practice her jingle dancing many times, it was very different than the dancing Lisa did but, no surprise, Amber looked sexy as hell when she was out in the arena with the other women. As much as we wanted to stay another night and fuck Amber and Brenda some more we needed to get home. Lisa's summer gig with Jehovah's Favorite Choir was coming up soon and she needed to practice with the band. We would be seeing Amber again in a little over a month but we made sure to tell Brenda that she was always welcome to come visit us and we would be there if she was part of a wrestling card anywhere in central Illinois.
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Steve's little girl was now in high school and she was growing into quite a cutie (Down girl!). She gave us both big hugs, she was going to be a tall girl, and proudly announced "Lisa's here, and Cindy is too."
Lisa had gotten the setlists and, with help from my music collection, she knew the songs; Lisa was amazing at learning songs. Since the Grateful Dead tended to heavily toward improvisation, almost like a jazz group, she mostly needed to work with the band to learn their interpretations of the songs. I would be part of the crew and, depending on when Roy's girlfriend had her baby, possibly taking over the sound and light duties again. I was re-acquainting myself with the sound board at one of the rehearsals when Ginny (Steve and Reggie's daughter) came up beside me.
"Would you teach me how to work the board Cindy? I'd like to be part of the band with mom and dad but I've got no musical talent and I really want to do more than just haul around equipment."
I put my arm around her, "I'd be happy to do that Ginny. I know what's it like to be around someone who is wildly talented."
Ginny squeezed my hand, "I've seen the pictures you took of the band, you're just as talented as Lisa but your talent is different from hers."
"Thanks kid. I needed that."
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Our first show would be back in our hometown so we were excited by that. Once again Ben and Ron closed the coffee shop early and Ray did the same at the record store. Lisa was wearing her slutty gypsy dress and looking exquisite in it and she totally rocked her part. We had known that Lee would be there and that she would be bringing Chase with her. This had given Lisa an idea and she had asked the band if, for that show, instead of the traditional "And We Bid You Goodnight" she would take lead on "The Rose." When she told the story behind that song, and why in the karaoke songbook at the coffee shop it was simply labeled "Chase's song" the guys were all on board with it.
At the end of the second set Lisa stepped up to the microphone and announced, in a surprisingly quiet voice, "This is for Chase. We love you sweetie." Steve and Clay (the bass player) were really good at harmonizing so when they joined Lisa on the third verse it made the hair on my neck stand up and I was sure I wasn't alone. After the show Chase gave Lisa a very long kiss (Lisa was on her tip-toes); she and Lee promised to come and visit us before school started. Lee was hopeful she would be offered a job at group of newspapers in the Chicago suburbs; I like the idea of being closer to them.
Over the next few weeks the band played shows in Clinton, Decatur, Pekin, and (Lisa's last show with the band) Bloomington. Once again, our friends turned out for the show, Tina closed the bar early and the staff at Uncle Enzo's got the night off to come see us; I even saw the girls from the flower shop there. I was really excited to see Zander and her husband in the crowd as well has Holly and Quinn (still not officially dating but fucking whenever they could). Dennis was easy to pick out in the crowd, there weren't many black folks there; and to our amazement Owen was not wearing a suit, it was too hot even for him. The band ended the second set with "A song for Lisa and Cindy," and they played one of my favorite songs, "The Road," by the Kinks. It was a great night.
Lisa still loves being on stage as an actress, ut over the years she has found that being in a band can make for a more reliable cash flow (it shows how erratic acting jobs can be). My job isn't as exciting, but it pays the bills. I love hearing from you all, even when you comment on my proofreading mistakes (cattingcindy@yahoo.com).