A Girl's Story Chapter 38
Our two lovelies are preparing for their last year in college. They are anticipating the arrival of Rob and Cherie's baby but, as often happens, joy often travels alongside sadness. This section does include an encounter with a transgender woman, so you have been warned if that isn't your thing.
Part 38: Intense Joy and Terrible Tragedy
Why is it that all my friends talk so terribly fast when they are excited? We got a very excited phone call in the last week in July, it was Sam and she was talking so fast she was almost out of breath.
"Slow down sweetie, I can hardly understand you."
She was almost yelling, "Elanor foaled!"
"Sam, I don't speak horse-girl. What did Elanor do?"
"She had her baby! It's a boy!"
Lisa was listening in, holding on to my arm, "That's wonderful Sam. Did you name him yet?"
"He's a dark bay, that means he's brown Cindy," we both giggled, "And he has a white star on his face right between his eyes. I decided to name him Eärendil because of that."
I was puzzled and when I looked over at Lisa I could see tears in her blue eyes, "It's from the Silmarillion; Eärendil put the silmaril on his forehead and sailed to Valinor to beg the Valar to save the men and the elves at the end of the First Age." This was Tolkien arcana that I didn't understand very well but Lisa's intense emotion told me she totally approved of Sam's choice.
"You must send us some photos. I'll hope you'll want to celebrate when you get back to school."
I could easily hear the lust in Sam's voice, "Me and Tracey both will. Tracey has done well enough at the rodeos she's entered that she will compete at the DuQuoin State Fair after Labor Day."
Lisa chimed in, "Did you call Mrs. Graff? She will be really happy for you too."
"She's the next person I'm calling. We can't wait to see both of you."
"Same here sweetie, see you in a few weeks."
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(Note to my readers: This next section includes sex with a transwoman, and that means she has a penis. If this is not your thing, I get it. Just scroll on to the next section, you won't hurt my feelings.)
We were really excited about Lee and Chase coming to visit us. Lee had told me she had some big news to share and Chase had made it plain she wanted to fuck both Lisa and me. I didn't even wait for Lee to close the back door behind her before I began pulling her clothes off. Lisa was far more dignified with Chase and it wasn't long before all four of us were standing naked in the front room, our moving blanket wrestling mats already on the floor.
Lee and I slammed into each other, tit to tit, grabbing each other's hair. Lisa was on the couch, playing with Chase's small tits and pinching her rock-hard nipples. Lee and I had always enjoyed getting rough and this time was no different. I already had a bruise on my right tit and Lee had some serious bites on her shoulder. I finally got my arms around her and managed to throw her thick nude body to the mat and landed on top of her. She grabbed at my brown bush, pulling hard on my fur as I grabbed both her firm tits, twisting them hard.
As we rolled naked on the moving blankets I looked over to see that Chase's head (her hair was jet black today) was between Lisa's legs and Chase's impossibly long legs were hanging off the couch as she frantically licked Lisa's pussy. I assumed Chase would really love getting totally hosed down by my luscious girlfriend's juices and judging by the high-pitched sounds Lisa was making that moment wasn't too long from now. Unfortunately, looking over at my baby had distracted me from my fight with Lee and my former lover took full advantage of it, driving her knee up hard into my pussy. I rolled off her, both hands on my aching cunt; Lee took advantage of this and brought her fists down hard on my belly, driving the wind from me. Lee planted both her feet in the small of my back, grabbed one of my arms and one of my ankles and pulled my naked body into a bow and arrow. I frantically slapped at the floor, ready to submit and to eat Lee's meaty cunt.
Lee moved over to the couch, presenting her ample ass to me and I took the hint; I spread her cheeks wide and pushed my tongue between her thick pussy lips, licking her pussy and her butthole. I did look up to see that while Chase was still eating Lisa's pussy Lee was now sucking on Chase's girlcock (that was the term she used). Our battle had pushed Lee close to the climax and I help on tight to her hips as her thick body withed with pleasure.
I was still tired from wrestling with Lee but Chase really wanted to take me on too, having thoroughly enjoyed not only watching me and Lee but also fucking Lisa. I had never been with a woman as tall as Chase, though she was very skinny, and I have to admit I was a bit distracted by her very erect girlcock. She whispered to me, "I do like it rough," and I took her at her word. I lunged in, driving my shoulder into her flat belly, my goal being to get this big girl off her feet. She went down, but she did manage to get her lovely, long legs wrapped around me. She grabbed at my nipples, possibly assuming they were as sensitive as Lisa's; I grabbed at her small breasts, sinking my fingers into them which made her very pale blue eyes go wide. We rolled around on the floor in a tangle of limbs. Chase had light brown pubic hair, which I assumed was close to her natural hair color, and so when she tried grabbing my pussy I responded by grabbing on to her hard girlcock.
I finally got on top of her, pinning her arms to the floor and grinding my pussy against her stiff penis. Chase's entire body jerked twice and I felt her shoot her load in between our naked bodies. I gave her a long, hard kiss, "Get that cute ass up in the air." She rolled over, her skinny ass up high (thanks to those long legs); she was looking up at Lisa and Lee who were rubbing each other's pussys. I went and got our purple dildo and slid it up into my pussy. Getting the purple plastic cock lubed up, Chase eagerly sucked on it, I grabbed her hips and slowly pushed it into her tight butthole. Chase was clawing at the blankets (now rather damp) on the floor and moaning softly; I knew this was not a new thing for her because Lee owned a dildo just like ours (hers was orange). As I worked my hips faster I did idly wonder how well she would handle Jan's massive cock, but my musings were ended by the violent thrashing of her long arms and legs as she orgasmed once again, though her load of jizz was much smaller this time.
We were all worn out, but intensely happy. I did pull my sweetie from Lee's embrace, holding her tight as we all rested on the couch. After we had all managed to catch our breath I remembered Lee's hint of some big news. "What was it you wanted to tell us?"
Lee was holding on to Chase, playing with her now soft girlcock, "Do you want to tell them or should I?"
"You can spill it, you've known then far longer than I have."
Lee was positively beaming, "We're getting married!"
Me and Lisa threw ourselves at our naked friends and the kissing went on for some time. Once we calmed down Lisa asked an important question, "Can you two actually get married? Illinois, and I assume Iowa, won't recognize a marriage between two women."
Chase smiled broadly (she didn't smile often and when she did it was a very nice smile), "Well, that's where that bit of meat between my legs will actually be useful. According to the state of Iowa I'm officially a guy. I imagine we will freak out people at the county clerk's office when we go in to get a license but there's nothing they can do to stop it."
I looked at Lee, stroking her short reddish hair, "Have you told your folks?"
"I have. I'll be honest, they had to think about it some; a lesbian daughter they could deal with, but a transgender daughter-in-law was a bigger step. In the end they told us that they were happy for us and they would welcome Chase into the family. Dad even joked a little about how handy it would be having her help put the lights up for Christmas, since she wouldn't need much of a ladder." Chase laughed softly at this.
A blind woman could have been able to tell that Lee was truly in love with Chase and that love went both ways. I felt a little twinge of jealousy that Lee loved her more than me, but I was also impressed that Chase had been able to tame Lee's rampant sex drive.
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We took Lee and Chase to the Mersey Ferry to celebrate with pizza. It took a lot to surprise Dennis but when he met a woman who was just as tall as he was his eyes went wide; Owen even made a joke how Dennis was no longer the tallest person in the bar. We were eating our pizza and I was listening to Owen rhapsodize about his plans for a Christmas beer when where surprised by a loud voice.
Zebbie, I had no idea about her real name, was a stocky (to be polite) and extremely butch woman who came to the bar from time to time. What I knew about her was that she had strong opinions about lots of things (some folks just described her as "passionate," others just said she was just a loud-mouthed bitch) and that Shelly, Quinn, and several other women had warned me that she could be a mean drunk. I couldn't tell if she was drunk or not but she was definitely getting loud. She was yelling at Tina (never a good idea) and at Dawn (also not a good idea) about Chase being allowed in the bar, calling her "It," and "A fucking freak," and "A threat to all true-born women." Lee launched herself out of her chair and started toward the bar with her fists balled up. I got up to try to grab her arm; Lisa was holding on to Chase, who was already crying (she had been through this shit before).
Lee quite literally growled at me, "Either help me out or let me go damnit!"
I knew Lee had admitted to getting in bar fights when people abused Chase and I could also see Lisa was already in Angry Elf Queen mode; people being deliberately cruel will bring that out in my baby. "Lee, take a breath. We've got friends here." I don't know if she heard me but she was pulled up short by Dennis' big hand on her shoulder.
His voice was very quiet, and that alone almost made my blood freeze, "Please sit down ma'am. We got this." He gently pushed Lee back to her seat, though in that moment I think anyone smaller than Andre the Giant would not have been able to resist. I watched in fascinated horror as Tina grabbed Zebbie by her spikey blonde hair and slammed her head down on the bar; I don't think Zebbie knew that Dennis was now right behind her as well.
Tina was trying, and failing, not to yell, "Zebbie, I've put up with a lot of shit from you because you are passionate about queer rights, but no one, and I mean fucking no one, abuses other customers in my fucking bar. You're fucking leaving right fucking now or Dennis here will throw your fat dyke ass out through that door and you might well not hit the ground until you're out in the fucking street. Do you hear me?"
Zebbie kept going on, calling Chase a "He-she" and "An abomination," along with some even more awful things I will not, Dear Reader, ever repeat. Tina nodded at Dennis, who then grabbed Zebbie under one arm and drug her out, her feet barely touching the floor (she weighed at least 200 pounds), and quite literally threw her out onto the sidewalk before closing the door behind him. He came over to us, and in a move that surprised everyone, got down on one knee, so that he was eye-to-eye with Chase.
"I'm sorry that happened ma'am. Can I get you something from the bar?"
Lisa was still holding Chase, who was crying hard and shaking, tightly and stroking her hair, "Can she get a ginger ale Dennis? I know she likes that."
Dennis smiled a little, "Coming right up Miss Lisa."
Lee went over to the bar and hugged Tina, "Thank you for that. I have no doubt Dennis and Cindy saved me from doing something really fucking stupid."
Tina patted Lee's shoulder, "Think nothing of it. I want this to be a safe place for everyone and a place where people can be their true selves."
Lee straightened herself up, "We're getting married next year and you and Dennis will both be invited."
Donna, radiating her usual mom energy, clapped her hands with joy, "Now that is the sort of thing we like to hear. You girls go sit down, I'll get you something special."
We went back over and sat down; Chase got in Lee's lap, her long legs all askew. Lisa and I were really quiet, we knew that this was the kind of garbage Chase had dealt with since she was in high school and, to me, it showed just how strong she was in that she refused to give in to the hate. As we sat there I became aware of other people in the bar coming over, some of them would smile at Lee and Chase, others would put their hand on Chase's shoulder. All of them, because telling Tina was the equivalent of the news being on the side of the Goodyear blimp, congratulating Lee and Chase on their upcoming marriage. This made them both tear up and they took me and Lisa right along with them.
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We went back to our place, still surprisingly too tired for sex, with several pizzas (given to us by Tina). We were sitting and watching TV when the phone rang. I got up to answer it and, to my surprise, it was my brother Rob.
"He's coming! The baby's coming!"
"Isn't Cherie due at the end of the month?"
"Yeah, but that doesn't matter, he's coming now!"
"Have you called Mom and Dad?"
"Of course! And Grandad. And all our aunts. We're at the hospital now, the guys at the firehouse even insisted on giving us an escort here.
"We're on our way. We'll see you in a couple of hours."
Everyone was looking at me; Lisa was standing up, she always got spooked by emotional phone calls, especially after Cherie's miscarriage. I took her face in my hands and kissed her properly. "Pack some things sweetie, we have a baby to welcome into this world." I looked over at Lee and Chase, "I hate to fuck and run girls but we have to head north because there's a baby coming."
Lee and Chase both kissed us, "Go! We can lock up for you."
On our way out the door I made sure to let the folks at Uncle Enzo's know, as well as the girls down in the flower shop as well. Doris, the owner, insisted we give her a few minutes to make up a bouquet for Cherie in a little blue pot; she included a cute card with a little bear on it that read "Congratulations from all of us at The Flower Garden."
As we drive north, probably too fast, Lisa was making calls. By the time she was done all our friends knew and Cherie, along with The Player to Be Named Later (that's what I called the baby right now) would be on the prayer list at both our church and Abigail's and that everyone at the Mersey Ferry would be waiting to hear when the baby arrived.
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We got to the hospital in time to sit and wait along with everyone else. Grandad was there, as was Carla; they would call Ginny and Paula as soon as there was news. I also recognized Reverend Dan, who had performed Rob and Cherie's wedding, as well as several firemen and also members of their motorcycle club. Mom and Dad got there about half an hour after us.
We had sat for a bit when Lisa took my hand and pulled me up, "There's something we need to do." She stopped to talk to the desk nurse for a moment and then she was pulling me down the hall; Lisa can walk really fast when she wants to. It took me a few moments but I finally realized where we were going; we got to the little chapel and we went inside. I was pleased to see Deacon Laurel waiting there; Lisa had asked the desk to ask her to come to the chapel.
"Hello girls. What brings you here? I hope it is something good."
Lisa elbowed me to do the talking, "Yes, it is. My sister-in-law is having her baby."
Laurel clapped her hands together, "How wonderful! I remember talking to her after she lost her baby last year and I saw how badly she wanted to be a mother. I think she will make an excellent mom, and you two will be terrific aunts."
Lisa was holding my arm, "Will you pray with us?"
"Of course, my dear." She looked through the prayer book and found one for a birth; I have to say that I felt a real sense of peace come down over me. We said good-bye and went back to the waiting room; Deacon Laurel promised that she would come by after the baby came.
As we sat in the waiting room both my phone and Lisa's kept ringing as our friends wanted constant updates on the baby. Lisa got several calls from guys in the band, Zander called me, and Carrie seemed to call every few minutes. Rob would come out from time to time to give us updates, and once Cherie's obstetrician came out too. We were all worried because the baby was early, but she assured us that a baby coming at 37 weeks was not that uncommon and that she felt both Cherie and the baby were doing fine. That left the rest of us pacing about, Lisa took it upon herself to try to keep Janet calm.
It seemed like hours later, it had gotten dark, when Rob came out with an enormous, shit-eating grin on his face, to announce, "He's here." To use the immortal words of Monty Python, there was great rejoicing. He told us it would be a little longer but that we could come in, just a few of us at a time, to see the baby and Cherie.
Mom looked about to burst, "Did you decide on a name?"
"We talked about it a long time and we are naming him Raymond." Rob hugged Granddad, who was doing his very best to not cry (he did not succeed), "So now we will have a Big Ray and a Little Ray." Now everyone was on their phones calling people all over the country. I took the precaution of holding the phone away from my ear when I told Rita because I knew her squeal of joy would be well into the ultra sonics. She was at her mom's office and she told me that even Katherine clapped her hands in celebration right there in the law office and she also saw her dad actually smile. Sam at least did not rupture my eardrum but she, along with everyone else I talked with, demanded that there be lots of photos and I assured everyone that there would be an entire album.
By consensus we let Granddad go in first to hold his great-grandson. After that Mom, Dad, and Aunt Carla went in, and then it was our turn. I was holding Lisa's hand tight, it was her turn for her fingers to turn white, and she was holding Janet's. Cherie, who was smiling so big she was practically glowing, looked at me and her first words were, "You're not going to take my picture right now, are you?" I assured her that could wait a day or two. I was really nervous when she handed Little Ray to me, I've only ever held a few babies in my life and I never really played with dolls when I was little or did any babysitting when I was in high school.
Cherie's blue eyes were shiny with emotion when she handed me that baby very carefully, "Little Ray, this is Cindy. She's going to be a good aunt for you." That was it, I lost it. I had come full circle and now, at long last, I got to be one of the soon-to-be famous Queer Aunts. I passed him over to Lisa, who was far better at holding babies than I was (I kind of held him like he was a live bomb).
"Hello my little friend. I'm your other queer aunt, Lisa."
Janet, possibly for the first time in her 20 years of life, was speechless.
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Lisa and I went to the townhouse to feed Rob and Cherie's cats and to tell them they had a baby brother coming home soon. We also walked down to the fire station to tell the folks there (now there were two women working there!) as well as to promise them that there would be spaghetti coming soon. Within a few days there were cards coming in and Cherie really enjoyed looking through all of them. I was impressed that the folks at Uncle Enzo's came up for air long enough to send a card and we all teared up when the card arrived from the church children's choir expressing their joy at Miss Lisa getting a baby brother (they were little kids and a bit confused about the familial relationships, we understood what they meant). I had to go be by myself when, as I was looking through the cards I saw one from Dr. Hirschhorn. It was hand drawn, I knew one of his granddaughters was a talented artist, and showed an old man sitting at a telescope with a baby in his lap looking up at the stars. Lisa sat and held me for a long time, "That sweet old man really loves you." I just nodded. Another card that came in was from Rita and Jan and it included a year's subscription to a diaper service; Cherie and Rob were really happy about this, and so was (in Rob's words) their washing machine.
Eventually everyone went home, except for Mom. Cherie grudgingly admitted that having an experienced woman around would help, even if Mom could be pretty intense. Before I left I got to do the first official portraits of the family, Lisa took some so I could be in them, and I promised many prints would be sent out.
Back in our little apartment I was busy getting ready for my last year of college, but my first priority was sending out photos of the baby as well as showing them off to pretty much everyone. When Sunday came I could barely talk to Dr. Hirschhorn; I just hugged him and said, "Thank you." He was his usual gracious self. The way members of the choir, along with the church ladies, were congratulating us you would think it was the two of us who had the baby.
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We started our fall classes and everything seemed to be going just fine. But as everyone knows, when everything seems to be going your way it just means you don't know what's going on. This, Dear Readers, brings us to the 30th of August 1997.
I had come home from class and made dinner so it would be ready when Lisa got home. We were watching TV when one of those special news bulletins came one. At first, I was only partly paying attention, that changed really fast. The guy on the TV announced that Princess Diana had been badly injured in a car crash in Paris and had been rushed to the hospital. All through the evening reports kept coming in, and I was a wreck. It wasn't just that I had masturbated fantasizing about her since I was in junior high school, I had gotten to meet her and I had grown to respect her work with AIDS patients and her encouraging society to not shun them. It was just after midnight that the news broke that Diana, Princess of Wales, had died. I had not cried that hard since that horrible day of Cherie's miscarriage. I just stayed on the couch, my head in Lisa's lap, sobbing.
The next day it was all anyone talked about. My friends, who knew how much I adored the Princess, were all hugging me when they saw me. On Sunday, Lisa had told me I needed to come to church with her, the rector even made special mention of Diana and her work in the campaign to eliminate land mines. Through all this I felt helpless, I wanted to do something but I had no idea what I could do.
Rita helped me with that. A few days later Rita called me, inviting us to come to Chicago. The British consulate, which was in the same building as her dad's law office, had set up a Book of Condolence and she said I needed to come sign it, that signing the book would help give me some sort of closure. I wasn't sure about all this, but Lisa was sure and she assured Rita that we would be there. I saw on the news that people would bring flowers when they came to sign the book and that gave me an idea. I dug out the negative of Cornelius' photo of me, Lisa and the Princess and had an enlargement made and I took that with me when we boarded the early morning train north.
Jan, Rita and Cassie met us at Union Station and we rode the El to the office building to join the very long line of people. Jan and I hugged a lot; Jan had met the Princess also and as a young boy he had been quite smitten by her as well. Lisa and I held Cassie's hands, she looked on the Princess as a fellow teacher and she was devastated by her death. When we finally got to the front of the line there was a young staffer (she was wearing a very nice black dress and she was really cute) was taking the various flowers and cards from people. The cards, and other messages, she told us would be passed on to Diana's two boys, William and Harry.
Lisa took the photo from me and wrote a quick message on the back, "Your mother was a lovely woman, both inside and out, and we were honored to have the chance to meet her," and then we all wrote our names on it; I held on tight to Lisa as I signed the book. Lisa handed the photo to the woman and she read the note on the back; I could tell he was trying to keep her emotions in check but that it had been a very long day. She said "Thank You" in a very quiet voice as we made our way back out to the street. We rode the train back home that night, and this time it was my turn to fall asleep leaning on Lisa. When we got home she showed me where I had drooled on her.
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Diana's death made me sad, but the happiness of the birth of my nephew seemed to make the sadness less intense; Lisa even mentioned how I wasn't as depressed as I had been after Cherie's miscarriage. As I sat in the parish hall on Sunday drinking my tea and waiting for Lisa to come down from the choir loft Dr. Hirschhorn came over to me. He was using a wheelchair now and he had an oxygen tank too. He commented that his heart and lungs just weren't what they used to be and made tut-tut noises when I fussed over his health. Eventually our conversation turned to Diana.
"I mean, I know she wasn't perfect. Her marriage turned out to be a total train wreck, and neither her nor Charles were good for each other, and the reporters were awful to her, but still, she deserved a happy ending."
Dr. H patted my knee, "Yes she did Cynthia, yes she did. Sometimes bad things happen to good people and folks like you and I have been asking the question as to why that happens for a long time; it goes all the way back to Job in the bible."
I smiled a little, "I will always remember her as an incredibly poised woman who got so exited talking with Lisa and our friend Cassie about working with children. That's the princess I will treasure."
"You do that, you let that memory remind you of the good woman you got to meet once. Now, let's see a photo of that nephew of yours."
I pulled out one of my prints to show him and seemingly within seconds I was in the midst of a scrum of little old ladies all cooing over what a cute baby he was.
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Lisa and often talked about all the girls we knew, and that had fucked over the years. Most of them were somewhere in the middle of the Kinsey scale, between a 2 (prefer guys, but sometimes enjoy girls) to a 4 (prefer girls but sometimes enjoy guys) and most of them had, over time, hooked up with a guy. This definitely applied to Rita, but also Ellie, Steph, Michelle, Lauren, Pru, Amber, and Sabrina. We did know a few who were at a 5 (might consider a guy, but not often) or a 6 (All girls, all the time). I was a definite 6, so were Carrie and Holly, and it seemed like Sam and Tracey were there with me as well. Lisa described herself as a 5.99, at least at this point making an exception only for Jan. We weren't sure how to classify Lee and Chase, I considered them each to be a 6, Lisa said describing their sexuality might require making the scale go two-dimensional.
In any case, Sam and Tracey now lived in a university owned apartment out near the Ag school buildings. They could still eat at our old dorm but they both preferred my cooking whenever they could get it. They invited us over to their place once they got moved in and I hoped this would mean some fun; I was not wrong. Tracey answered the door just wearing a long t-shirt, Sam was sitting cross-legged on an exercise map (she never said how she got that). We didn't need to be told twice, we got out of our clothes; Lisa took her time, showing off some of her stripper moved. Tracey stepped over to Lisa, Tracey was a little shorter than Lisa, and moved in close so that her boobs just touched Lisa's.
"You want to fight Lisa?"
Lisa, who already had her hair in a ponytail, gave her answer by pinching Tracey's nipples and giving them a tug. Sam and I sat on the couch, rubbing each other's pussy. Tracey grabbed Lisa's white ponytail and they went at it. Lisa was a little bigger, but Tracey was stronger. That said, Lisa had spent years wrestling with me so she knew her moves. She grabbed Tracey around the waist and threw her down onto the mat, lading on top of her, tits smashing together. Tracey was trying to get her legs around Lisa's naked body but Lisa's legs were strong enough to fight her off. The struggled together until finally Lisa was able to press her pussy to Tracey's and grind her way to an orgasm. I was kneeling on the floor, my face buried in my old suitemate's yummy pussy with her strong fingers buried in my curly hair. Sam's orgasm was quiet, her big body jerked a few times then came a long exhalation and a little bit of her juices. It was good to see them again and we assured Tracey that we would be in DuQuoin to see her compete.
Sam had gotten a phone call from Mrs. Graff asking if she could come to their house that Sunday, after the rodeo; I had gotten the same call and I had assured her we would be there. Sam showed us pictures of little Ernie, her parents couldn't manage his actual name but Sam assured us almost all horses have a "call" name. He looked like a little horse, but that just showed how little I knew about horses.
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We got up early Saturday morning to drive south to DuQuoin. The rodeo would be in the afternoon and when it was done we would head north and spend the night at my house (Mom and Dad were in Rockford) before we went to the Graff's or Mrs. G's mysterious meeting; Lisa was already calling it "The Council of Elrond." We took Lisa's car and I slept much of the three and a half hours it took us to get there. We found Sam, along with her parents, and she introduced us to Tracey's parents. Both girls had finally come out to their families over the summer, and it had gone better than either of them had thought it would; I was really happy for them. I could tell
Sam had to explain barrel racing to me and Lisa, it was certainly exciting to watch but it was also really stressful. These girls and their horses were taking corners really fast and both of us, especially Lisa who could barely watch, were sure they would fall over and that both woman and horse would get hurt. We had watched Tracey and Waldo practice so we knew that that they really were a team, Sam said it takes a lot of training to have a good barrel racing horse. I never did follow it well but at the end I was cheering like a wild woman when I saw Tracey's name (and Waldo's) at the top of the list. She was awarded a ridiculously large belt buckle, I really thing I could serve a turkey on it, and $5000. We headed out for our hometown, Sam and Tracey would drive up the next morning.
It was weird being in my old house with just the two of us. Lisa suggested we pull out the sofa bed so it would be like when we first fell in love. It's not a comfortable bed, but I did like the idea of pretending like it was 1991 again. We took our time, lots of kissing, boob sucking, and pussy fingering; Lisa even made the first move, just like she had done six years ago. We did move into a 69 so we could eat each other and we went to sleep holding each other tight.
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I was impressed at how many people were at the Graff's. Mom was there (she had also told me about the phone call), as were my old friends Ben and Ron, their friend George, who had been in The Pirates of Penzance with Lisa, our old theater teacher Ms Middlemarch and our English teacher Ms. Mendoza along with several other teachers we remembered from school. Sam and Tracey had arrived, with Waldo in his trailer. Waldo was allowed to roam the backyard on a long rope and Mrs. Graff insisted on going out to see him. She also was happy to see a photo of Ernie and she asked Sam and Tracey to stick around after things were done. Mom was beaming as she passed around photos of Little Ray, she was really throwing herself into the role of proud grandma. Finally, Mrs. Graff stood up on a little stool and, in her best courtroom voice, explained what was going on.
"This year there will be an open seat on the school board and I have learned, much to my disgust, that awful woman Felecia Cohn, the one who tormented Rita and her friends, is running for that seat. I have decided to put my name in to run against her and I have asked you all here to help me with this. Over the past five years," and here she looked and me and Lisa in a way that made us squirm a little, "I have watched this woman try to make the lives of gay students at the high school miserable and I cannot just stand by and watch her move into a position where she would influence policy. I'm asking all of you to support me, starting with signing my nominating petitions. Once those are submitted I'll ask for your help in campaigning; I'm not worried about money but I will need volunteers."
Me, Lisa, Rita, Sam, and Tracey couldn't sign the petition because we were registered to vote at our college addresses and Jan couldn't sign because he wasn't an American citizen. Everyone else signed and Mrs. G was confident she could get the rest of the signatures she needed from her sewing club.
After the meeting broke up she sat down with Sam and Tracey; Lisa and I listened in. "I would like to ask for some special help from you girls. After you invited me to go riding I have had the horse bug re-awaken in me. Fred and I have bought most of the acreage on the other side of our fence and I plan on getting a horse once we have the proper facilities built. I'd like you girls' input on what a proper horse barn should have. I remember that barn my grandfather had, but it was almost 100 years old and I am sure we can do better now. I have gently explained to my dear husband that I have patiently indulged his obsession with ships for many years, and that now it's my turn."
Sam and Tracey had all sorts of ideas, all of which Mrs. G wrote down in a notebook. Afterwards both girls remarked how lucky this horse would be to have an owner willing to spend any amount of money on its well-being.
We stopped in Charleston for dinner and Mrs. Fontenot was so happy to see us; she was also convinced we were somehow not eating enough. She fed us enough for several extra people and of course gave us bags of beignets to take home; I've tried to make beignets but I just can't get them to puff up like Mrs. Fontenot can. I am not sure if Tracey was more excited of the prospect of a post-victory fuck with Sam and eating mass quantities of fried dough; I certainly understood her dilemma. Mrs. Fontenot also had to go out and see Waldo, taking him some celery, Tracey said he liked anything crunchy.
My nephew's birth was a huge event in my family; Lisa and I were totally ready to be the Fabulous Queer Aunts for the little guy. The death of Princess Diana was a terrible blow but I was coming to learn that loss is a part of life. I love hearing from you all (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please donate to nifty (https://donate.nifty.org)