A Girl's Story Chapter 42
So this is the last chapter in this part of the girls' story. College has come to an end and the girls are going to make take their first steps into the real world. This section does touch indirectly on the all-to-common subject of domestic violence in rural areas; none of it happens "On Screen" but it is referenced. There's also quite a bit of sex and some energetic rock and roll too.
Part 42: Every New Beginning Comes from Some Other Beginning's End
We had not seen a lot of Sam over the semester; she had been buried in work doing her student teaching at a small high school about 20 miles of town. She told us teaching was a lot of work but that she really loved it and that she took great pride in showing her students that women could work in agriculture just as well as men. She spent a lot of her off time riding the horses with Tracey on the weekends, it was her favorite way to clear her head.
The time had finally come for our band to perform and I was beyond stressed. I mean, I was as ready as I was ever going to be to go out there on the stage, but I was still terrified. This was somehow different than being on stage playing the Stage Manager in Our Town in a way I just couldn't quantify. I took some comfort that we finally had a name, The Road Grrls. Our bass player Lizzie was immersed in the punk scene and especially the Riot Grrl movement coming out of the Seattle area and she had suggested it. A friend of Tanisha had gotten her hands on the very new (at the time) technology of an LCD projector and she had done a lot with computer art to display behind us as we played. She had gone along with my one request that when we got to the lyric, "She said she saw the devil on her MTV" in "Shelter Me" she would put up the photo Rita had taken of me and Joan Jett back when I was 16; the other girls liked that. We would do a final run-through at the Mersey Ferry before the talent show on Friday night. There would be five judges, semi-prominent community members (or at least as prominent as the organizers could manage), for the show but I was really more nervous about performing in front of my friends as well as people I respected.
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We were laying in the bed the night before our dress rehearsal and Lisa was holding on to me with my butt pressed to her warm, white bush. It was proof that she truly loved me that she had been listening to my endless worries for months now, but I could tell she was growing weary of it. She rolled me on my back and got on top of me, boobs pressed together, "I know you are nervous baby, but stewing over it will not make the worry go away."
I kissed her for quite a while, my hands squeezing her exquisite butt. She started slowly, grinding her pussy against mine, her fingers buried in my curly hair. I wrapped my legs around her, holding her tight to me. We came at almost the same time, not violently or explosively, but it was wonderful and it meant we both slept quite soundly. It also meant I needed to make Lisa a big breakfast in the morning.
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We got to the Mersey Ferry and set up all our gear, I helped with the speakers, the monitors, and the mixing board to take my mind off what was to come. For tonight I had gone with wearing my black jeans (rolled up a bit at the ankles to show off my black high-tops) and my "Daydream Believer" t-shirt from high school. Lisa and Amber both liked it because it had gotten rather tight across my tits; I did wear a bra, I didn't want my jugs bouncing loose. Tina poured me a generous shot of some very nice French rum, "To help settle my nerves," and I felt that helped. A very long kiss from Lisa helped too.
I barely remember our performance; our three songs went by really fast. What I do remember is that as the last notes of "Born to Be Bad" died away Lisa practically ran me over on the stage, jumping up in to my arms. Once again I was thankful for my work with Dennis in that I was able to hold her up, my arms under her lovely butt and her legs wrapped around me; at least for a brief moment. The girls in the band were hugging me and both Amber and Greta grabbed my ass and happily pressed their boobs to mine. Owen, dressed impeccably (as always), bowed and doffed his hat to me with great flourish. He did tell me, with a broad smile, that while my performance was very good Lisa had nothing to worry about in the vocalist category. Donna presented me with a dangerously large Dark & Stormy and it was good that there were no open flames around me.
I think that Greta and Amber would have gladly ravished me that night but Lisa told them, in a total Mean Girl voice, that tonight I was all hers and she had no intention of sharing me. Back at home she pretty much tore my clothes off, being careful of my t-shirt (which she loved) and slid her naked body between my legs, pulling me in tight so that our clits mashed together. She was relentless, not letting me collapse back onto the bed until after our third orgasm. This time we did need to change the sheets because Lisa had definitely enjoyed some gushers.
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The next day we went to the auditorium to stage all our gear. We would use the existing sound systems, we would just have plug our monitors into the system as well. As we were waiting I heard an excited "Cindy!" and turned to see our friend Carrie running toward me; she would be performing that night with some other acrobats from the Gamma Phi circus. She was wearing colorful tights which made her firm tits stand out very nicely; I would have loved to have found a quiet place to fuck her backstage but Andrea pulled me over toward the group, my libido would have to wait.
As we were walking over to the rest of the band I looked over at the judges sitting in the front row and it was all I could do to not collapse. There, glaring at me, was Holly's mom. Fuck! Andrea looked at me and practically carried me over to the other girls and put me on a little stool.
"Cindy! What's wrong?"
I didn't answer; today we would call what was happening to me a panic attack, I felt the world spinning around me and I was, as I later learned, hyperventilating. Greta ran and found Lisa, she figured if anyone could snap me out of this it would be my loving girlfriend. Lisa came running over and knelt in front of me, taking my head in her hands like she had done many times before.
"Babe, what is it? What's got you so freaked out?"
The words came out all disjointed, "The judge. Holly's mom. We're fucked!"
Lisa turned quite pale but she stayed with me, stroking my hair and rubbing my back (and occasionally kissing my neck). I was still incapable of big-girl speech so Lisa explained what was going on. She told the girls all about what our friend Holly had been through (Tanisha and Lizzie knew her), how she had finally come out to her mom and how her mom had thrown her out of the house right before Christmas the previous year. She went on in explaining the dreadful confrontation between us, Holly, and her parents right there in our apartment and how I had basically threated to punch her mom right in the fucking face if she didn't leave Holly alone. She ended with explain that she felt it was our fault Holly was gay.
"I'm sorry girls. That bitch is going to do whatever she can to fuck us over and it's all going to be my fault."
It was Lizzie, the least gay member of the band, who got on her tiptoe to kiss me square on the lips, "Codswallop! (she had an amazing vocabulary). We are going to go out there and kick some serious ass and that homophobic cunt can kiss my skinny punk ass!" The other girls made various noises of agreement and Lisa, ever the wonderful girlfriend, pulled out a Coke bottle from her voluminous bag and handed it to me. It was pretty much straight dark rum and a couple of swigs of that helped restore, as Greta said, my swagger.
I had now decided that if we were going to go down we were going to go down swinging so I threw everything I had into what would be Miss Cynthia Manning's last performance with The Road Grrls. I was going to go out and give the crowd, especially Holly's bitch of a mom, something to talk about. There may have been dirtier interpretations of those three songs, but I did my best to top them all. When you've got hips like mine you can really shake them and I did. I was out there in my black jeans with my black high-tops and a new #72 White Sox jersey (A birthday present from Lisa, I couldn't button the old one over my tits) and my battered Sox cap. I was wearing my Saigon mirrors sunglasses too; it was a last-minute addition so that if I started crying I would not give Holly's mom the satisfaction of seeing it. I did whip the sunglasses off when I got to the line "The sweetest piece of loving any girl ever had" and pointed straight at Lisa; that got wild cheers from what I assumed was a heavily lesbian section of the crowd.
True to my fears when they announced the winners we came in third. Later, when we could see the judging sheets, we saw the one from Holly's mom gave us zero points because of "The disgusting display of deviant sexuality." However, there was a People's Choice award and we won that one. Afterwards we all headed over to the Mersey Ferry; Lisa was driving so I was hitting the rum hard. The band got lots of congratulations from many people and I got a nice, long hug from Holly and from her former fuck-buddy Quinn (they were no longer a couple but they were still friends). Quinn saw the judging sheet and it caused her pretty face to twist with rage but she also had to admit, bitterly, that there was nothing that could be done.
My biggest surprise was to see Lee and Chase come in. I had thought I had spotted a tall girl with lemon-yellow hair and it turned out I was right. Lee gave me a very lusty kiss, which got some cheers from the band, even Lisa was impressed; Chase was much more dignified.
"I already told Lisa but she wanted me to tell you in person, I got a new job."
"Nice! Where at?"
"One of the suburban newspapers; me and Chase are now proud residents of Schaumburg, Illinois, and you are currently mashing tits with their newest sports and culture reporter."
I kissed her hard and embarrassed Chase a little by standing on a chair so I could kiss her too. "Lisa and I are moving into the downstairs apartment at my granddad's house in Aurora in June so I hope we get to have some fun together."
Chase licked her lips in a very naughty way, "Oh, I'm sure we will.
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We went to the big circus spring show to see Carrie (and everyone else) perform. We had known Carrie was very flexible, she could put her feet behind her head while getting her pussy eaten but seeing her in her red and black tights with those wonderful boobs of hers jiggling was a sight to behold. After the performance we met up at the pizza place across the street from our apartment and we were both quite pleased to see Carrie coming in holding hands with a striking Asian girl. She was very solid, she reminded me of a shorter version of Sam with black hair, and she was about the same height as Carrie.
"Sage, these are two of my best friends, Cindy and Lisa. Girls, this is my girlfriend Sage." We both got up to hug her and I became quite aware that her nipples were very hard. She had a very quiet voice for such a big girl and me and Lisa both noticed her amazing hazel eyes.
We learned that Sage and Carrie had met at the initial meeting for the circus, only to later find they were both also members of the QSA. Carried had made the first move, kissing Sage one night after going to see the movie Independence Day and lifting up her shirt to that Sage could see she wasn't wearing a bra; Carrie still had very nice, firm tits and could get away with that. Sage was a year ahead of Carrie in school and also studying business. She planned on getting into an apartment for the next school year, so even if Carrie was still in her dorm room they could fuck more often. Carrie did let us know that she had told Sage the whole story of her and Charlotte and that Sage had vowed to give Charlotte a beating she would not soon forget if they ever met.
I smiled grimly, "You'll have to get in line for that sweetie. There are a lot of girls we know who wouldn't piss on Charlotte if she was on fire. Lisa, holding my hand nodded in agreement.
Carrie leaned in and whispered in a very conspiratorial way, "Sage watches pro wrestling too."
Sage blushed, "I have followed many of the Japanese women and I've even gotten some adult videos for Carrie and me to enjoy."
I was getting quite tingly, "So Sage, you want to wrestle me or do you want to watch me wrestle your girlfriend?"
"I want to take you on and then watch Carrie and Lisa go at it."
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We went up the front stairs to the apartment and Lisa went to get the moving blankets that served as our wrestling mats. I was getting ready to tell Sage we always wrestle naked but I didn't need to, she and Carrie were stripping each other. Carrie still had her bright red bush and Sage had an ample, and very thick, black bush. Like me Sage didn't like shaving so she was a fellow sexy sasquatch. Sage had bigger boobs than mine with very dark nipples which contrasted nicely with her pale skin.
Carrie was in Lisa's lap with Lisa sucking on her nipples. Sage and I went right at it; fighting with Sage was a lot like fighting with Lee, both were big girls and both were deceptively strong. Sage managed to scoop me up, I moaned as her forearm rubbed on my pussy, and slammed me down (good thing the flower shop was closed for the night) on the floor. She sat right in my tits and grabbed my ankles, pulling my thick legs up so that Carrie and Lisa got a wonderful view of my wide-open pussy. I grabbed at her long, black hair and pulled hard, pulling her off me. We rolled on the blankets for a while, grabbing at each other's boobs and cunts, and biting each other whenever we could. I finally got Sage in a body scissors, trapping her nice breasts so I could put the squeeze on her chest. After a few minutes, with her pretty face turning red she slapped the mat in submission.
Sage looked at me, her hazel eyes bright, "Carrie said if I won I could pee on you. Are you going to pee on me?"
I kissed her, our tongues continuing our wrestling match, "Oh yes I will, but we need to go into the shower, it's hard to get pee out of the blankets." I took Sage into the shower stall and she was on her knees, mouth open. I spread my lips with my fingers and began spraying down my new friend, soaking her black hair and her big tits before finally aiming the stream right into her mouth. Sage was rubbing her pussy the entire time and she came right there in the shower. I turned on the water to clean her up and we went back to check on our girlfriends. Lisa was now between Carrie's legs licking her pussy. Carrie's red hair was soaked, telling me she had brought Lisa to a gushing orgasm. I sat in our old chair with my legs wide and Sage began licking my pussy; I let her know she needed to pay attention to my butthole as well, which she did.
We would have loved for the two girls to have stayed with us but given the choice between sleeping on our couch and sleeping in their own beds they picked their own bed. Both girls were sad we were graduating in about a month but Sage's family was from Waukegan and that meant they could ride Metra to visit us. It would be a long train ride but most of the time driving would be even longer.
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It was a couple of weeks before graduation when I got a call from Mrs. Graff. I figured it was important since she was not given to idle chatter (except where her sewing club was concerned or her new horse, Naomi). She got to the point, "Cindy, there's a woman who needs your help and I think this will require the help of your friend Sam too."
"Anything. What do you need?"
"I've been in contact with a woman who lives in the country near Havana." Havana was a little over an hour west of us, over on the Illinois River. "She's divorced and her new boyfriend has gotten very controlling and recently violent with her and she needs help. This might be a bit more complicated than the last time."
"How's that?"
"She has two kids, a girl and a boy, two cats, and two horses; she won't leave without all of them."
"And the horses are why you need Sam?"
"Exactly."
"Lisa and I are there for you for sure. I'm sure Sam will come with us too."
"Good. I will send Katherine and some other folks to go with you. I think having someone with Katherine's skills might be necessary."
I swallowed hard, "Is he dangerous?"
"He's proven capable of hurting children and animals, so I would say yes."
"I'm glad Katherine is coming."
"You'll pick them up and them drive them directly here to the house. I've got room in that nice barn that Sam and Tracey helped build for two more horses and we certainly have room at the house."
Lisa was, of course, ready to go; the fact that he had hurt the kids brought her into total Dark Galadriel and I was sure, if pushed, she could be just as dangerous as Katherine. Sam felt much the same and she quizzed me a lot about the horse trailer. I called Mrs. G back and Sam asked some very specific questions. Within a few hours Mrs. G called us back to tell us what size hitch we needed and what wiring was required. Sam asked if Mrs. G was O.K. with Tracey coming since she had a bigger truck that had the right towing equipment. Mrs. G remembered Tracey and she was good with that.
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We met Katherine at the truck stop on the west side of town. To no one's surprise Erin was with her and they were both dressed all in black and looking dangerous as hell. There was a second car with some guys in it, they didn't get out or even really acknowledge us; what I did notice was that it was a red Jeep that looked almost identical to mine.
Katherine noticed me looking at it, "We may need a decoy and those gentlemen will lead him on a merry chase with an incredibly unpleasant ending if that should become necessary." I had a pretty good idea what "unpleasant" meant in this context and I really didn't want it to come to that.
Tracey had a truck that had belonged to a cousin of hers, it was a GMC from the early 1980's with a somewhat smoky diesel engine. Lisa agreed with me that this truck, like our friend Gil's old army truck, could probable tow an asteroid if we knew where to attach the cables; I was sure it would have no problems with a 2-horse trailer.
Katherine was talking to all us girls and I knew shit was getting real because she had her katana with her. She passed Sam a shotgun, one of the guns from our last adventure, and then she turned to Tracey, "Do you know how to handle a firearm?"
Tracey nodded grimly, "Yes ma'am I do. My dad insisted I have something with me at college, once I moved out of the dorms, and I have it in the truck."
Katherine nodded, "May I see it?"
Tracey's truck had an extended cab so she got back behind the seats and pulled out a metal case and unlocked it. It was a Winchester lever-action rifle, I think Tracey's explanation of it was for the benefit of me and Lisa, and Tracey said it was almost 80 years old. "This belonged to my great-grandfather. I've shot it since I was old enough for the recoil to not knock me on my ass and I have regularly won prizes at 100 and 300 meters."
Katherine's smile was chilling, "It is a fine weapon and you definitely know how to use it. Keep it in the case; I, or one of the men in the other Jeep, will let you know if it is needed." Now she turned to me, "Annika, her children, and the pets will be riding with you Cynthia so I don't want there to be any firearms in your Jeep. You still have your softball bat?"
"Yes, I do."
"Good. I trust you will know if it is needed."
And with that ominous pep-talk our little caravan took off westward. We all had radios but Katherine had said to keep the chatter to a minimum and her tone of voice told us this was not an item that was open for discussion. After a little more than an hour of driving we pulled off along a gravel road, I assume Katherine was calling Annika. Annika's boyfriend had left in their one truck to go fishing with his buddies and, from what I could gather, get roaringly drunk. He would be gone until at least nightfall so we needed to move quickly. The other Jeep remained at the end of the long driveway leading to the house and the barn and I had no doubt those guys were primed for violence should it be necessary. My job was to get Annika, the two kids, and the cats into my Jeep while Tracey got the horse trailer hitched to her truck and Sam led the two horses into the trailer. I could hear Sam talking to Annika to check and see if the horses had been fed (they had) and if there was anything she needed to know about them. I noticed she also grabbed several saddles and some other horsey-type things (I really didn't know what they were) and threw them in the back of the truck as well. Lisa and I got everyone loaded up; I could tell they were scared and Nathan, Annika's son, was crying a little. Lisa was doing her best to comfort the kids, she's good at that sort of thing, while I got the two cat carriers (they were not small cats) into the back of the Jeep. One of the cats, her name was Smudge, was meowing loudly and Tami (Annika's daughter) wanted to get her out of the carrier to pet her.
I tried to sound comforting, "Once we get on the road you can reach into the carrier and pet her so she knows you're there, but right now we have to hurry."
There was definite fear in Tami's eyes, "Is Jerry coming back?"
I tried not to sound worried, "Not for a while and we plan to be well down the road before that happens."
"Good. I don't like him. He gets mad and he hurts mom." I knew Lisa heard that I had no doubt she was ready to unleash the full fury of the Angry Elf Queen on Jerry's worthless ass.
After a little over an hour of driving we stopped in the little town of Edinburg; Katherine had me pull around to the back of the truck stop where we were not visible from the road while the other Jeep was out front. Lisa hustled the kids inside to go to the bathroom and to get them each a Coke. Annika and I were on our way inside when she started crying and almost collapsed. I got my arm around her waist, she was several inches shorter than me but she definitely had a sexy mom look to her, and I led her to a bench near the door and sat her down, she threw her arms around me.
"He wasn't always bad you know. When we first me, after my divorce, he seemed really nice. I had inherited my grandparents farm and we had a good life. But after a couple of years he got really controlling, especially when he started hanging with the guys from the bar in town. He would get really angry really suddenly and lash out."
I swallowed hard, "He hit you?"
She nodded, "And the kids. Sometimes he would not let Smudge and Tigger back in the house for days at a time and sometimes he wouldn't even let me go out feed the horses."
As I sat there, stroking her short brown hair, I recalled the lyrics to a song that I had heard more than once by a guy named Bruce Cockburn, "If I had a rocket launcher, some son of a bitch would die." I actively wondered if Katherine had a rocket launcher in the back of that black Suburban.
I saw Katherine coming over in a trot, katana in hand (still in its scabbard) and a very serious (even for her) look on her face, "I got a call from our contact. He has discovered that Annika and the children have left. We need to go. Now."
It was all I could do not to salute; we got the kids in the car and headed out. I was grateful Mom and Dad were visiting Rob that weekend and Lisa's parents had gone with their church group down to Branson, Missouri; neither of us wanted to explain to our parents this facet of our lives. Katherine had me go first, I knew the way to the Graff's house and Lisa was in the passenger seat with my old road atlas acting as my beautiful navigator; I was told that, if instructed over the radio, I was to drive like hell to the Graff's and let Mrs. G deal with any legal consequences. Tracey couldn't go as fast but we didn't think the horses would be any sort of target.
The kids were still scared but they seemed fascinated by us two. Lisa very patiently told them the story of how her hair turned white and I told them about doing electrical work on farms and how Sam had taught me a lot about horses and how Tracey was going to go to school to be a veterinarian. Lisa even sang the first verse of "America the Beautiful" for them, which seemed to bring some calm.
We never did see anyone following us but I did pull through the Graff's iron gate scattering gravel as I did. I noticed several men in a car near the gate and that the gate closed faster than normal behind us. Mrs. G waved me into the oddly large garage and closed the door behind us.
"Any troubles Cindy?"
"No Ma'am. Katherine told me not to wait the rest the group, so I hope things are O.K."
"I think that they are not far behind you." True to her prediction I heard Tracey's truck come rattling in and they pulled up to the new barn. Mrs. G helped unload the horses, their names were Daisy and Stella, and let them out in the pasture to graze. Sam was unloading the assorted gear from the back of the truck and putting in a place call a "Tack Room" (I still knew hardly anything about the care of horses).
Tami came running over with a happy squeal (it was good to see her smiling) and she hugged Sam (her head didn't quite come up to Sam's boobs), "You got my saddle!"
Sam smiled at her fellow horse-girl and rubbed her brown hair, "Of course. We couldn't leave something that important behind."
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I did my part that evening by rummaging through the Graff's kitchen (and also making a quick run to the grocery store) to make a big batch of sloppy joes. I figured kids like those and besides they're dead easy. Now adequately fed, the kids went into the front room to watch TV. I think me, Lisa, Sam, and Tracey all had the same question; what would happen next?
"You girls are welcome to spend the night here, but I know you need to get home since the semester is ending soon. Annika, the kids, and the assorted animals can stay here as long as they need to. Annika owns the farm, she inherited it from her grandparents, and Jerry has no legal claim on it. Katherine and I will be starting the legal process in Mason county and our hope is we can convince a judge to issue an arrest warrant for Jerry. Once he is dealt with Annika and her family can go home." Mrs. G turned to Tracey, "I was glad to hear that you were admitted to the vet school in Urbana. I think you will make an excellent veterinarian."
Tracey blushed a little and I could see Sam was holding her hand, "I'm more than a little nervous, no one I know has ever done something like this; this is not the usual path for girls from Shawneetown. I'm hoping I can find a place at the Ag school for Waldo; my parents would be fine with me leaving him at home, but I've liked having him at school with me."
"If you need it there will always be a stall in our barn here for him. I've hired an FFA girl to come in to take care of Naomi and Waldo would not be any problem." Tracey got up and gave Mrs. G a huge hug, which made her blush and made Katherine giggle with her hand over her mouth in a most un-Katherine-like way.
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May was a whirlwind of final papers and projects, and in Lisa's case recitals are performances, along with quite a bit of good-bye sex. I was working at my computer finishing a case study paper when a knock came on the front door. That always gave me a start because all our friends came to the back door.
I opened it and I was immediately mauled by Sam, "I got a job! Tracey's in class and I had to tell someone."
I knew Sam had been sweating getting a teaching job, there aren't many spots for agriculture teachers and as a woman she was already fighting uphill. I gave her a proper kiss, sliding my hands into her jeans to rub her firm butt, "That's terrific sweetie! Where's it at?"
"I got a spot in a little town about midway between here in Urbana, which means I'll only be about half an hour away from Tracey. I'm going to teach three ag classes and two basic finance classes. I'm a little worried about the finance classes but I've helped mom do the books for the farm since I was little so I think I've got a handle on it. I may also be asked to help coach the school's new girl's rugby team and I'll be the sponsor for the Future Farmers."
Sam had joined the women's rugby club back in the fall and she really enjoyed it. She was good too; she was big and (for her size) she was pretty fast. She had even convinced the team that, along with the university's redbird flag, they go on the field with a banner displaying a white horse on a green field and shouting "Forth Eorlingas!" She was a supremely sexy nerd. I pulled her into the bedroom and pulled her jeans off before I pushed her onto the bed. I spread her strong legs wide and began licking her pussy agonizingly slowly (she was really pulling my hair and she was already quite damp). She had her big, sexy thighs clamped onto my head as I slid two fingers into her pussy while I teased her clit with my tongue, sucking on it a little, I pushed her hips up a little so I could also slide my tongue over her butthole. Sam's entire body was jerking and thrashing as she climaxed and I held on for dear life. After she caught her breath I got my jeans off and sat on her cute face, feeling her tongue pushing up inside of me. Sam took her time and it wasn't long before I was bouncing my big ass on her face and twisting her hard nipples as I came loudly.
Lisa came into the bedroom, "Hi Sam!" Our friends all knew that Lisa and I had a pretty interesting relationship where sex with other girls was concerned, but it would freak people out who didn't know us well. "What's the occasion for some afternoon fucking?"
I answered since Sam was still licking my pussy, "Sam got a job not too far from Urbana teaching in a high school."
Lisa clapped her hands, "Excellent! Now get off our friend so I can congratulate her too."
I got off the bed and Lisa took my place between Sam's legs, slurping away on her wet pussy. By the time Sam was ready to go home to share the news with Tracey her legs were a bit wobbly but she was excited about the prospects of some rough play with her girlfriend.
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Holly came over after dinner one evening and since she was not a glamorous as she usually was we knew she was wanting to fuck and thus wearing minimal clothes. We had seen more of Holly since spring break because she and Quinn had moved apart. It was not really a breakup because they were never really a couple but Quinn had met a woman who worked in the grocery store she always went to and they had, after many weeks of dancing around it, finally hooked up. She was close to Quinn's age and so Daphne (that was her name) had a lot more in common with her than Holly did. We had met Daphne and agreed she was a very nice woman but very unlike Quinn in so many ways.
Holly went into her full-on naughty slut mode because she knew that drove both of us wild and it certainly worked this time. I pulled her into the bedroom by her pretty red hair and threw her onto the bed. Once we were all naked me and Lisa tied her to the bed with her legs spread wide. I sat near the head of the bed so that her head was in my lap. I attached some clothespins to her hard nipples (that got her quivering) as Lisa began expertly using her little whip, just brushing her fat, bald pussy. Holly was straining against the soft ropes, her big, firm tits shaking in a way that just made me want to sink my teeth into them. After a little while of teasing Holly's naked body with the whip she spread lube on her hand and slowly pushed her delicate fingers all the way into Holly's cunt until her hand disappeared all the way to her wrist. Holly was moaning on the bed, her luscious body quivering as she came on Lisa's hand like she was a sexy puppet.
I rolled Holly over and made her put her bubble butt up in the air. I began spanking her with the paddle I had found at a garage sale and I knew just how far I could go with her. As she was quivering with desire I slid our dildo up into my pussy and grabbed her hip, pushing the purple dildo into her butthole, fucking her relentlessly until she surrendered to another orgasm.
We rolled her over and Lisa sat Holly's face while I got between her legs to grind my pussy on hers. Holly and I came at almost the same time, the poor girl was exhausted by now, and Lisa almost drowned her. We would have to do more laundry but it was well worth it. After graduation Holly would be moving to Cleveland where her older sister had helped her land. She would live with her sister Pam and Pam's family until she could find her own place. Holly said Jennifer was excited for her aunt to come live with her.
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Mom, Dad, Janet, Rob, Cherie, and Little Ray all came to my graduation (Little Ray slept through most of it), as did Granddad and Carla. I expected all of them, and I wasn't surprised when my aunts Ginny and Carla didn't make it; it would have been a longer trip for both of them. I was really surprised when my Uncle Chris (Mom's brother) came. He seemed kind of uncomfortable being here, Mom said he barely made it through high school himself. My cousin Benjy sent me a nice card congratulating both me and Lisa on our graduation, he had joined the Air Force he was stationed down in Texas.
We hoped we would keep contact with our friends from college. Holly promised she would try to come visit us and she wanted us to come see her sometime, I told her we would try because I wanted to see the Rock Hall of Fame. Amber was moving to Milwaukee to try to establish herself as a musician, Sam had her teaching job close to where Tracey would be in Vet school, Lauren had gotten an internship with NASA in Virginia and I was jealous that she would get to do such cool stuff.
And that, dear readers, closes this part of our heroine's story. In the far less exciting real-world Lisa and I graduated from college in May of 1998 and moved north to Aurora, Illinois to begin the next part of our lives. Our story will continue in the Romance section under the title of The Road to Cindy and Lisa's Wedding and I hope you will continue reading my story. I've really enjoyed writing all this and I hope you have enjoyed reading it.