A Girl's Story Chapter 8
I had made it through my first semester of college and I had done pretty well in my classes. I was still working toward my Journeyman credential so I was happy to get some work hours credited to me. I really did come close to fucking my little sister but once again I just couldn't do it. I did meet some other sisters however. This chapter does involved sex with high school and junior high aged girls, all consensual of course.
Part 8, Christmas, A New Year, and a Three Kings Cake.
I had been in contact with Allison, a fellow electrician, about the possibilities of getting some work, and earning some money, during my winter break. Fortunately for me the Jeffersonian Hotel was upgrading the electrical and audiovisual systems in their ballrooms and that meant there was plenty of work to go around. The things I had learned in my classes were not directly applicable but my experience with installing car audio systems was going to be useful for this. There was a rush to get the work done so that the big ballroom would be ready for a corporate New Year's party but the other ballrooms (there were four) needed work too. I was there on Monday morning, way earlier than I was used to getting up, ready to go. I had a nice thermos filled with Black Darjeeling and I knew I could walk down the street to the coffee shop for a refill if I needed it.
The plan for each ballroom was to make the set-up as flexible as possible, so that whoever was renting the space could configure it to fit their needs. As the apprentice I got the job of crawling through the ceiling pulling wires with me and running them down to connection points. We also had to run wiring through the floor so that it all converged on the location for the mixing board. It was pretty hard work, but it was rewarding; I learned a lot, I showed the old guys (the ones Allison and The Chief had warned me about) that a girl was perfectly capable of doing the job, and (I liked this part) I got paid pretty well for it too.
Lisa was back working with the youngest students at the dance studio. The owners probably could get by without her, Ellie was doing a good job, but they liked Lisa and (more importantly) the students absolutely adored her. They would be part of a music and dance program at The Galaxy theater right before Christmas. I would stop by in the evenings to walk with Lisa to the coffee shop and even I, who have little patience for small children, enjoyed the chorus of "Miss Cindy!" Did the kids know we were a couple? Some of the girls did, but not many of them. I think it was another example where they had figured out that if Miss Lisa was there Miss Cindy was sure to show up at some time.
We finished up the smaller ballrooms in time for the assorted holiday parties. I was really proud of the work I had done so one night, after class was over, I took Lisa over to the hotel to show her what we had done. I also had a grand romantic gesture planned too. The person working at the front desk was someone I knew, sort of. Colin had been part of the construction crew at school and he remembered us. OK, he remembered Lisa; I was an add-on to the situation. He said there were some people coming to check out the ballroom and so the door was open. We went up in the elevator and I took Lisa by the hand and took her in. The room had been updated while still maintaining its art-deco opulence. Lisa loved it, she was holding me tight and bouncing a little with excitement. I walked over to the sound booth and turned on the system and plugged in my cassette player. This was my grand romantic gesture, I had cued up the tape to play the first song we ever danced together to, "Keester McGee's Favourite Drinking Song." I made a grand bow, inviting the High Queen of the Noldor to dance with my humble self. Lisa curtsied as well as you can wearing jeans and we spent just over four minutes in a wonderful boob-rubbing waltz. When the song ended I took her face in my hands and kissed her for quite some time, until we heard applause. We were both blushing epically, especially once we saw that one member of our audience was Mrs. Graff. We waved sheepishly to her.
She was with a group of women; their organization of women in the legal professions had rented the ballroom for their Christmas party. She introduced us to everyone, not like we remembered any of the names.
"This is Cindy, and this is Lisa. I've known them for several years, they're two of my daughters' best friends and they are an amazing pair of young women." She looked at me, "I'm told you are part of the crew who are updating the ballroom's systems." I nodded. "Well, you have all done a marvelous job and they have really kept the feeling of grandeur of the old hotel. I guess you and Lisa needed to try out the dance floor."
"I had to show off my work and that was our special song." Lisa was holding on to my arm with both hands, she always felt like Mrs. Graff was ready to yell at someone and she was terrified it might be her.
Another woman in the group put her hand on Lisa's shoulder, "Are you the girl who almost gave that awful Felecia Cohn a nervous breakdown when you were elected Homecoming Queen last year?"
Lisa regained her composure, "That's me. I've been totally surprised to find out I'm a minor league celebrity in some circles."
"Nothing minor about it at all my dear girl, you were the first openly gay person to be any sort of high school royalty and I think you may have started something that even Felecia Cohn can't stop. I wish I had been as brave as you were back when I was in school."
Lisa put her arm around my waist, "Well, I did have help. Without Cindy and without friends like Rita I never would have thought it possible."
I laughed nervously, these women seemed to know a lot about us, "I did my best, even if I didn't always think it through."
Here Mrs. Graff gave a little snorting laugh, "These girls are a great example of the whole being greater than the sum of its parts Greta. Cindy has the bravery and Lisa has the common sense; put the two of them together and they are damn near unstoppable."
"Heart of a lion, common sense of a turnip; that's me."
Before we headed out Mrs. Graff pulled me aside, "How does dinner time on the 27th sound?"
"Can we do it on the 28th? We have plans for my birthday."
"I bet you do," her smile was a knowing one, "The 28th sounds good. Shall we meet at the Jade Emperor?"
"We will see you there."
As we walked down the hall I whispered in Lisa's ear, "I want to fuck. Now."
She smiled at me in a hungry way, I had the feeling we were both going into Mean Girl Mode, "Let's go to my house, that way we won't make Janet uncomfortable."
Lisa's parents were upstairs and seemed unfazed as that got a quick "Hi!" on our way downstairs. We barely had the door shut as our clothes were coming off. I threw Lisa onto the bed and tried to get on top of her, but she was ready for a struggle tonight. I knew she was ready for anything when she grabbed my hair, she only pulled my hair when she wanted rough sex. I sank my finger into her soft pale tits, twisting hard, while I pushed my knee up between her legs, mashing her lovely wet pussy. Still pulling my curly hair she sank her teeth into my breast, actually leaving toothmarks, and she grabbed at my bush, pulling on that hair too. We rolled back and forth on her bed for several minutes, but I was finally able to get on top of her, sitting on her belly, and I grabbed the neck with both hands, squeezing. Just by her breathing I knew she wouldn't last much longer, she was about to orgasm at any minute. She slapped the mattress to submit and now we really got rough.
I grabbed the lube out of her nightstand and spread it on my right hand. I began by rubbing her pink vulva and gradually go two fingers up deep inside her. She spread her legs wide to really open up her pussy and I, very slowly, pushed my entire hand inside her. By now her naked body was thrashing around on the bed, almost like I would have, impaled on my hand with her juices leaking around it.
I could have sworn her eyes were positively glowing blue when, in a very husky voice she asked, "Please sit on my face baby, I need to taste you."
I lowered my hairy snatch down to her pretty face, juices soaking my bush, as I licked her juices from fingers. She grabbed my hips, pulling me down as she pushed her warm tongue up inside of me. It was only a short time later that I fell off my sweetie, and in fact completely off the bed, my legs thrashing as I enjoyed a wonderful orgasm. I got back on the bed, pushing my nipples into her mouth to stop her giggling from the sight of me thrashing around on the floor. I was sad I couldn't stay the night, but Allison expected me the next morning and I had a reputation to uphold.
Traditionally the last Thursday before Christmas was a special karaoke night at the coffee shop; it was the night of all Christmas music along with Ben and Ron performing their hilarious take on Adam Sandler's "The Chanukah Song." It was just two years before that I had taken to the stage, scared out of my wits, to sing "Silent Night" in quite fractured German for Lisa. Tonight, my confidence greatly increased, I sang a song I had heard on a radio that was playing as we worked in the ballroom, Jackson Brown's "The Rebel Jesus." I had looked for it at the record store and one of my friends there steered me to a used CD of The Chieftains The Bells of Dublin. Lisa was, as always, so excited to hear me perform. It was not so much that I was a good singer, even she admitted that and she loved me anyway, but that I would step out of my shell to do something with her the she loved so much. There were a few people in the shop who recognized the song, Ben and Ron sang along, but none of my friends did. I did get cheers from the crowd with the last stanza:
"But pardon me if I have seemed
To take the tone of judgement
For I've no wish to come between
This day and your enjoyment
In a life of hardship and of earthly toil
There's a need for anything that frees us
So I bid you pleasure and I bid you cheer
From a heathen and a pagan
On the side of the rebel Jesus"
Lisa pulled me into her lap and hugged me tight. She was the religious one, but she knew I had my own faith, a faith that my parent's old church had not managed to completely destroy. Lisa went last, no one wanted to be compared to her, and sang (without the recorded music) "O Holy Night." Needless to say, she also needed no microphone.
I went to church with Lisa for Christmas Eve. The church my parents has taken me to didn't really observe any holidays so going with her had been an eye-opening experience for me. I would never have the faith that Lisa had, but meeting people for whom religion was not just an exercise in determining which groups of people to hate was a nice thing. Besides, it made her happy to have me sitting next to her, even if I totally butchered all the hymns. The assorted church ladies were happy to see us, and Lisa was attacked by a scrum of little girls from the children's choir; she was amazingly patient fielding endless iterations of "Miss Lisa! Guess what?" I would have gouged out my eyes with a spoon; I'm just not the maternal type.
I went back to her house with her family for a little bit. I had my first taste of mulled wine (I wasn't sure how I felt about that) and I brought out the photo I had made of the two of us (It was matted and in a nice black frame).
"This is from the both of us Mrs. P, I took it on campus one night when it was snowing, and Lisa said you would like it."
She unwrapped it and clapped her hands happily, just like Lisa does.
"Mom look at the back; that's the title of the statue."
She turned it over and I saw her blue eyes (not quite as blue as Lisa's) fill with tears. As Lisa had predicted the reference to The Lion, the Witch, and the Wardrobe pushed her right over the edge. "Girls, I love this. Thank you so much Cindy; I'm going to hang this up in my office."
I had the sniffles and Lisa was bravely trying not to cry; we did our best to maintain some composure.
For Christmas (and my birthday) my parents got me a nice used copy of Julia Child's Mastering the Art of French Cooking and Janet gave me a CD of Vivaldi's The Four Seasons, telling me that I still needed to broaden my musical tastes. Lee, no doubt with input from her dad, got me two CDs by Miles Davis, Birth of the Cool and Kind of Blue. Lisa got me a book, The Road to Ouiatenon, which was written by a guy who paddled a canoe all the way from Montreal to Fort Ouiatenon, along the way telling about life in colonial New France; I loved it. I got her a boxed set of The Keltiad, a re-telling of Arthurian and Celtic folklore though the lens of an advanced space-faring civilization. I told her privately I had also gotten her a Hitachi Magic Wand too, but I wasn't going to give that to her in front of our parents.
Ellie met me and Lisa at my house on the 28th. It was clear she was nervous, she had never really interacted with Mrs. Graff or Katherine, she had only heard our stories and she was clearly intimidated by their mere reputation. We tried to assure her that since she was our friend, as well as being friends with Rita and Alecia, that she was starting from a good place. We would have offered to fuck her nervousness away, but Janet was sitting right there. She and Janet did disappear for a little while, leaving Lisa and I to watch the classic Christmas Vacation (I almost wet myself from laughing every time I watch the scene with the lights). Ellie came back seeming a bit more relaxed, so maybe my little sister had eaten her pussy to calm her nerves. Ellie did look very nice, I think that her and Janet had talked about what to wear, while I was my usually tomboy self. Lisa would look amazing in a burlap sack and the two of us were wearing matching sneakers, much to Janet's disgust. I told Janet she could come with us, but she was content to stay at home and watch TV until Ellie came back. I'm sure Janet would debrief Ellie in between pussy-eating sessions.
Mrs. Tsing knew we were coming so she had set aside a nice large table for us. She brought us tea, egg rolls, and rangoons; I warned Ellie about the mustard, but she didn't listen to me. She bragged she was from Texas and feared no spicy food, but a big dollop of Chinese mustard changed her mind on that. Lisa got to Listen patiently as Amanda told her all about everything she had done at school that fall and how her friend Miriam (Ellie's little sister) was going to come to their house for New Year's Eve; I was happy Lisa enjoyed this, better her than me. I was a little disappointed that Erin wasn't there, but Katherine told me she had a series of performances in the days leading up to Christmas.
Mrs. Graff showed off her talent of getting information out of people while leaving them with the feeling that they were volunteering the information. She told Ellie about her childhood in Alberta, how living in the city with a First Nation mother and a white father she had been spared the horrors of the Residential Schools that destroyed the lives of so many indigenous children and how, with support from her family and the provincial government she was able to go to college at the University of Lethbridge and then on to law school at the University of Saskatchewan. She went on to tell us how she worked to become qualified not only in the common law but also the civil law that is used in Quebec in addition to being licensed to practice law now in Illinois, Indiana, Michigan, and Wisconsin. I knew she was smart, but I had never realized how smart she was until now.
Katherine shared her story, about losing both her parents when she was in elementary school and going to live with her grandmother and her aunt in Calumet City. She talked about her time in the Marine Corps, how that had shaped her, and then how the Graffs had taken her in to take care of Rita starting when she was a toddler and how all that led to her completing college at Illinois-Chicago and then going to law school at Illinois.
They questioned Ellie, who while obviously nervous, told her story about her mom's disastrous choices in men and Ellie's determination that she and her brother and sister would have a better life. Mrs. Graff knew most of this, but the story clearly moved Katherine, we could see some tears in her brown eyes. Ellie talked about filling out the financial aid forms on her own and applying to Eastern Illinois for the next fall. She hoped to be able to live on campus but EIU was close enough that she could live at home if she had to.
Mrs. Graff leaned back in her chair, sipping her tea. "Ellie, you have the making of an extraordinary woman and I think," here she looked over at Katherine who nodded solemnly like a true samurai, "You have what it takes to be a good attorney. It won't be easy, but you strike me as someone who does not give up easily and you have a passion to help other women and that is the sort of fire a good lawyer needs. You keep in touch with me; Katherine, Fred, and I will do what we can to help you along." Here she looked at us, "I know your friends all love you very much; never be afraid to ask friends for help, that's why they are your friends." There were hugs all around and I could tell it was taking a tremendous effort for Ellie to not cry. She held it together until we got back to the Red October, then the floodgates opened but these were happy, pretty-girl tears. Rita hugged her tight in the back seat, letting her cry on those amazing breasts. When we got home I held back on saying something crass, Janet was there to help with the tears and she gave me a whispered, "You three go fuck somewhere else." I took the hint, but sadly there wasn't any place for the tree of us. We had to be satisfied with kissing and some nipple sucking.
I was hoping that Alecia would have another New Year's party, but she had gone with her parents to visit her mom's family in Alabama. Rita's parents were having a party for their friends so that house was out as well. I was really happy when Steph called me to invite me and Lisa to her house for New Year's. Her mom and dad were at some big meeting and party for real estate folks in Springfield and wouldn't be back until the 3rd and they left her on her own. She assured me that this would be a mandatory nudity event which made me quite tingly. Steph loved being naked as often as possible, with a body like hers that wasn't hard to understand.
Much to my surprise Steph had invited Ellie and Janet to the party also; this was going to be interesting. I was going to spend may hours naked with my little sister and it was quite likely she would be fucking several of my friends. I wondered how she felt about it, but I didn't ask. Mom made me promise not to drive, I think she knew champagne would be involved, and told us to have a good time. Mom may have wondered why we were not wearing anything that looked like party clothes; but if she was she didn't ask.
As we drive over to Steph's house I looked over at Janet, "You ready for this? This is your first real lesbian party."
She stuck her tongue out at me, "Actually it's not, it's just the first one where your friends will be there. I've been to a couple at Alecia's house. She has really nice boobs."
I chuckled, "Yes she does."
We pulled up to the house and went inside, pointedly not looking at each other as we stripped. I knew Janet had really nice boobs, but I hadn't seen them for a while; she had really big, puffy nipples and, as I had suspected, a nice blonde bush. We walked into the front room and each of us got mauled; me by Steph and Janet by Ellie. I had already heard whisperings that Ellie and Lisa were considered sexual superstars in our circle of friends, being the two girls who had fucked both of us sisters. I pushed Steph down onto the couch and took my time licking her pussy, it was a good way to not have to watch Ellie eating out Janet.
Lisa came in and politely waited to see who would climax first, Steph or Ellie. Steph delivered a shuddering, moaning orgasm and got up to go wipe off her pussy. Lisa laid her head in my lap and we watched Janet's eyes roll back in her head as she enjoyed a leg-quivering orgasm.
"Janet's orgasms are more ladylike than yours baby," Lisa announced, having removed my nipple from her mouth, "But yours are lots more fun."
By nine there were a dozen naked girls in the living room. I didn't know all of them, and one total cutie looked to still be in junior high; so word had definitely gotten out that there was a group of lesbian girls in our town and that you could be safe with them. Lee had come in and was nipple-fucking a girl who Steph told me had been on the basketball team with her during her junior year (Lee has a type, me notwithstanding). Lisa had brought all her toys, including her new Magic Wand and I had brought mine too. Lisa's eyes lit up when she saw Lee's boxing gloves.
She reached down, rubbing my pussy and whispered in my ear, "I want you to fight Janet."
"Really babe? That's kind of weird."
"You don't have to fuck her, I just want to see my two favorite sisters go at it. Ellie and I will take care of the after-match fucking."
So there I was, surrounded by naked girls and an amazing amount of champagne (no idea how Steph got it). I looked over to see that Lisa was now sitting on my sister's face and based on my sweetie's expression Janet was a skilled pussy eater, just like her big sister. Janet's pussy was on clear display now, and while normally the sights of another girl's pussy would lead to me eating her this time I really didn't feel anything. Part of me felt good that, no matter how hot my sister was, I just did not feel anything sexual toward her. I did see the Ellie's fellow dance-team member Charlotte was there, she had cut her red hair short, with the young girl (also a redhead) in her lap sucking on her tits; I went over to join them.
"Can I join you girls?"
Charlotte grabbed my hair, she did like her sex a bit rough, "Sure! This is my little sister Carrie."
"You two fuck?"
"Since I was in junior high school. We are way in the closet, but the sheer amount of sex makes it worth it."
Having been in a relationship with two sisters before, Melinda and Cheryl back in junior high, I wasn't as freaked out as some girls might be. While I might not be attracted to my sister, (well, at least not too much) I found the idea of sex with two sisters to be quiet appealing. I chewed on Charlotte's nipple for a few minutes before I moved down, taking turns with Carrie licking Charlotte's pussy, bringing Charlotte to a moaning and damp orgasm. I figured out real quick that Charlotte was the dominant girl in this relationship, she and Carrie went to work on my pussy, and the feeling of two tongues on my clit was amazing, but Carrie never got her pussy eaten. I decided I would fix that situation soon.
My hunger for more pussy was interrupted by my sweetie, "Who wants to see Cindy and Janet fight?" Lisa had two pair of boxing gloves and was looking back and forth at us, her blue eyes filled with lust.
Janet gave Ellie a kiss and got up, putting on the gloves, "You ready to go Fuzzball?"
Lisa was rubbing my bare ass while she was biting my shoulder, "Bring it on Brat!" Lisa helped me lace up the gloves and I proceeded to fight my baby sister.
We danced around, and I had to try really hard not to be distracted by her beautiful tits; we had already had a boob-measuring contest which Janet one (only because Rita wasn't there). I saw my opening and punched Janet square in her pretty face. Remember Dear Reader, these gloved were like pillows; the risk of either of us getting hurt were minimal. The surprise on Janet's face was priceless but she came right at me, pummeling my jiggling tits. I got some got shots in on her tight belly (damn her and her sexy muscles!) while she got in some good head shots on me. Neither of us really knew what we were doing but we were having fun and I could see Janet's thighs had juice running down them and her blonde bush was soaked, my bush was too. I finally got in close and punched her square in her blonde bush and she went down on her cute butt holding her pussy. I stood over her, my foot on her big, soft boobs while Lisa played with my tits.
I pulled Janet up to her feet and hugged her and I will admit I felt a thrill when her nipples touched mine. Lisa got the boxing gloves off me and pushed me down on the couch, so she could sit in my lap facing me, pinching my nipples and biting my neck. Janet was next to me and Ellie was between her legs, loudly eating her pussy. We got to watch Steph and Lee wrestle as well. Lee was definitely stronger, but Steph had those long, sexy legs and it was well known that Lee was an easy orgasm and this time was no exception. Lee climaxed with her eyes rolled way back in her head before Steph sat on her face, rubbing her wet, blonde pussy on my first high school girlfriend's eager mouth.
We watched Dick Clark drop the big ball in Times Square, which prompted lots of kissing (yes, I kissed Janet) but by now I was certainly tipsy and sleepy too. Lisa and I went off to a spare bedroom and she threw me down on the bed, grinding her pussy on mine in an amazingly sexy way while I licked her nipples. I was sufficiently worn out, so my orgasm was more just my legs shaking rather than wild, boob-bruising kicking. I rolled us over and worked my pussy against Lisa's, my wet brown bush mashed tight against her white hair; I covered her mouth with my boob, muffling her high-pitched sounds as she came underneath me. We went to sleep with her hair splayed out on top of me and her head using my tit as a pillow.
I woke up before sunrise feeling like my bladder (as well as my head) were about to explode. I got up carefully so as not to wake up my sweetie and I noticed a new naked body in the bed, it was Carrie.
"Charlotte and Ellie were busy fucking Janet and I felt left out so I decided to come sleep with you and Lisa. Is that OK?"
I patted her nice, firm butt, "Of course it is sweetie. I'll be right back, if I don't pee soon I'm going to wet the bed, and not in a fun way."
I came back to bed, having drained at least two bottles of champagne out of me, to find Carrie curled up against Lisa, her butt against Lisa's white bush, Lisa's arm wrapped around Carrie's cute naked body. Lisa never really woke up, she kept on sleeping with her adorable little snore.
I laid on my side, facing Carrie, so I could play with her pussy. I had seen she had just a little red hair down there; she took this as an invite to do the same and I felt her fingers make the way through my dense, brown bush to slide up inside me. Carrie's orgasm was accompanied with cute little "Ooo! Ooo! Ooo!" sounds and she grabbed my hair tight to pull my mouth to hers.
This was enough to wake up Lisa, "Who's this cutie that you're finger-fucking babe?"
"This is Carrie, she's Charlotte's little sister."
Carried rolled over to kiss Lisa, "Charlotte's 3 years older than me, we've been fucking since she was in junior high."
Lisa looked at me, I swear her eyes were glowing, "You and your lust for sisters. So, Carrie, why are you hear with us?"
"I love Charlotte and I love fucking her, but when there are other girls around she gets kind of bossy and I don't get to come as much as I would like, so I thought I would come in here. Charlotte, Ellie, and Janet talk a lot about how wonderful you two are and I wanted to taste you for myself."
Lisa stroked Carrie's red hair, "Don't be afraid to ask for what you want sweetie, a girl needs all the orgasms she can get." She told Carrie about how I like fighting more than she does and also how she liked getting fucked with the dildo more than I did. Carrie laid in between us, rubbing her wet pussy all the while. Lisa was smiling at Carrie but there was an edge to her voice; Lisa does not like bossy people, it's a place where I have to watch myself sometimes.
"So what would you like sweetie?" I asked, inwardly hoping it was be something like a catfight.
She got on top of me, her tight bottom in my face, "Will you lick my butthole? Charlotte does it sometimes and I really like it."
I didn't need to be told twice, "Get on your hands and knees and put that skinny butt up in the air." The Mean Girl was definitely coming out, but I got the impression that Carrie was quite submissive. Lisa slid under Carrie and showed her how to rub her nipples on Lisa's clit. Carrie's breasts were small (like mine were at that age) but she had amazingly puffy nipples, perfect for dovefucking. It took us a while to all reach our climax, and thankfully Lisa's wasn't too wet (didn't want to drown the poor girl). Lisa and swapped places so I could sit on her face while Lisa ate her pussy. I was playing with Carrie's small, but firm, tits while she licked my pussy and butthole. My orgasm was not as explosive as it was sometimes, but I squeezed a bit too hard with my legs on her head because Lisa pushed me off to let the little redhead breathe.
Carries was panting and more than a little sweaty, "Wow. That was incredible. I mean, I love sex with my sister and with Ellie but you two are lesbian superstars."
I giggled, "Baby, don't confuse experience with expertise. I know I've got a lot to learn." I looked over at the clock, "It's getting close to the start of the Rose Parade so I'm going to take a shower and make some breakfast. Who wants to join me?" It wasn't too crowded in the shower for the three of us; Carrie's gray eyes went wide when Lisa spread her legs to pee in the shower and I got down on my knees so she could pee on my tits. I put my arm around Carrie's waist so we both got some. Carrie had told us how one of Ellie's kinks was she loved to watch Carrie pee in the yard while wearing a dress and that the next chance she got she was going to pee on her sister and Ellie in the shower.
Out of the shower we went back to the bedroom for my favorite morning ritual, braiding Lisa's long, white hair. I was leaned up against the headboard of the bed and she was leaded back against me, her warm skin pressed to my boobs. Carrie was watching us and gently playing with her pussy.
Lisa, ever the kind person asked her, "Would you like me to braid your hair too sweetie?"
Carrie nodded enthusiastically and got on the bed between Lisa's legs and leaned back against her breasts so that Lisa could braid her pretty red hair. Now clean, and with our teeth cleaner too, we headed to the kitchen. I made a healthy pile of French Toast; which Lisa devoured a fair portion of as did Carrie. The smell of food brought out the other girls, so everyone got fed and Lisa and I settled on the couch to watch the Rose Parade with Carrie snuggled up against us. This was another tradition in my family; living in the cold, damp Midwest (especially at New Year's) seeing the warm sunshine of Southern California always made me want to be there.
There were a lot of good-bye kisses, boob squeezes, and no small amount of finger fucking as we all put clothes on again to head home. One the way home I did not ask Janet about her night and she did not ask me about mine; there are some things sisters do not need to know about each other.
January 6 is the Feast of the Epiphany and it is, in many places, where there is a celebration of the visit of the Wise Men and sometimes it is the night when kids get presents (Lisa explained all this to me, very patiently). In Louisiana this is a time of great celebration, in many ways it is the start of the Mardi Gras season. Mrs. Fontenot was celebrating the expansion of the restaurant into the next-door space which allowed for a larger stage and a dancefloor. Several local Cajun bands played, and Lisa, as usual, seemed to have unlimited energy for dancing. While we couldn't get anything at the bar several people (men and women) passed us bottles of Dixie beer and that helped loosen me up. The highlight was the King Cake, done up in the traditional green, purple, and gold sugar (Mrs. Fontenot gave me the recipe). Neither of us found the baby that gets hidden in the cake, but I was ready to try it myself when Mardi Gras came around.
After this it was back to school and the start of our second semester.
I was now settling in to college life, my relationship with Lisa was certainly maturing as well. Our next goal was to get an apartment together but that would only happen after we finished two years of college. As always I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to Nifty (https://donate.nifty.org)