A Girl's Story Chapter 25
Our two lovely characters continue with their lives, getting up and going to work, and fucking whenever they can. They do get together with their friends whenever they can. As I've said before, this is a fictionalized account of my young life; it's fiction because my life was not nearly this exciting. There is a part of the story, near the end, the details what today would be considered an abusive relationship. The narrative of what happens is second-hand but it still could be troubling to someone who has experienced something like this. This story involves a fair amount of lesbian sex between college girls, if that's not your thing then why are you in this section of Nifty?
Part 25: Into Horse Country & then Back to School
We drove south to Marion for the Williamson county fair to be there when Sam was recognized for her work with the kid's horse camp. She had been working with the camp since she was 12 and she really enjoyed it. The camp offered sessions for kids with disabilities and sessions for kids from really poor areas like East St. Louis and Cairo to get a chance to spend a week taking care of and riding horses. Lisa and I had gotten a room in one of those old-school (and thus cheap) motels, like what we had stayed in when we toured with Jehovah's Favorite Choir. Sam's mom had invited us to come to dinner that night so I did my best to look nice; Lisa always looked nice (and damn sexy to boot).
Sam and her family lived in a little town just east of Marion, there were just over 300 people in town and its main claim to fame had been the last operating steam railroad in the United States. When we arrived Sam gave us the tour of their farm and we both got the chance to give Elanor some of her favorite treat, apple slices. I had never been on a real farm and so I had never experienced real farm smells; in the southern Illinois heat and humidity those smells were quite intense. As soon as we were in the barn Sam pushed me against the wall and kissed me good and proper, pressing her boobs to mine as she did. When we came up for air she did the same for Lisa.
"You girls feel like some fun tonight? Tracey's feeling adventurous."
My answer was to reach into Sam's jeans and grab her quite damp pussy, "Of course we are you silly!"
Sam's mom had clearly tapped into the universal mom energy source because she fed us like we had been out herding animals all day and then harvesting the corn; she made incredible fried chicken and she gave me her recipe for her coating. We also got to me Sam's oldest brother, Dan, his wife Theresa, and their little boy Kevin. Kevin was four and he was fascinated (as most little kids are) with Lisa's white hair. Theresa looked embarrassed when he asked her about it, but like she does with all kids Lisa was very patient with him.
For dessert Theresa had brought a very large Dutch apple pie and ice cream and I ate too much of that too. As we sat there, trying to digest the mountain of food Sam's dad cleared his throat (Sam told us he did that every time he had something significant to say.
"Sam told us about your adventure in the spring. I can't say I was excited about you girls getting involved with that, or Sam volunteering to go along, but Anna (her mom) and Dan both thought what you did was important; it was certainly important to the young woman you helped," here he smiled and looked at Sam who was already blushing, "And her little dog too. Certainly your hearts were in the right place."
I smiled, "Thank you sir. I've been told I have the heart of a lion but that sometimes I have the common sense of a turnip." That brought out laughter from everyone and that helped break the tension.
Tracey came by as we were having our pie, so she had an ample slice of it too (I knew I liked that girl!). I could tell Sam's parents had no idea she was in a lesbian relationship with Tracey and I was not about to give them any clues; Lisa and I were on our best behavior.
Sam had asked us if we wanted to go to a movie with her and Tracey and we were on board with that. We drove to our motel and dropped off Sam's truck since we all wouldn't fit in that. Tracey was going to stay in one of the spare bedrooms in Sam's family's rambling farmhouse, so any sexy fun would be in our motel room.
"So, your folks don't know the full extent of our adventure with Jane and Trillian?"
Sam shook her head, "No, I left out the whole shotgun part, that would have freaked Dad right out. I've also not gone into details about my relationship with you two or with Tracey. My parents have never, as far as they know, met any gay people and I don't want to be the one to open that door."
Tracey chimed in, "I'm the same. My mom and dad are really religious and I don't think they would take the news that their daughter was gay very well at all. You girls are really fortunate that your parents accept you."
I nodded, "I know. I've met too many people at the QSA meetings whose families completely cut them off. I still don't think Mom and Dad understand me, but they accept me and they still love me. Mom really loves Lisa because Lisa has convinced me, from time to time, to wear a dress and makeup."
Sam and Tracey both got a good laugh out of that one. Tracey turned to look at Lisa, "How about you Galadriel (Tracey was a fellow Tolkien fan)?"
"I think Mom and Dad had figured out I was gay the first time they saw me and Cindy together. They've always liked her; I can be pretty shy and introverted, and I know that sounds weird for an actress and singer, and Cindy really helped me come out of my shell. Mom also thinks Cindy's a really good cook."
"Sam's told me about her food, but I'm yet to taste any of it."
"You'll have to come over to our place when you get back to school. I do hope you like spicy food."
"Lisa, if the food is half as tasty as the pussys of the chef and her lovely assistant, at least from the big girl here tells me, it will be out of this world." I sensed in Tracey a girl with a very vigorous sex drive when the mood struck her; I had no doubt that when hers and Sam's sex drives were both in high gear it would make for some incredible sex.
We went to see the movie Twister. I know, Dear Readers, considering how scared we got when there were actual tornados why on Earth would we go to see a movie about them. For me at least, I could see why chasing storms could be very exciting; Lisa informed me that there was no way in hell she would be doing that and she would prefer I didn't do it either. The other thing that attracted us to the film was the otherworldly beauty of Jamie Gertz. Lisa had first seen her in 16 Candles, though most of her attention was on Molly Ringwald, and I had openly lusted over her as Star in The Lost Boys; Helen Hunt was plenty yummy as well.
The movie lived up to its hype, it was quite exciting and Lisa never let go of my arm; she was actually cute when she hid her face in my breast during some of the more intense parts. I don't think Sam liked the part when I cow (even a CGI cow) got caught up in the storm.
Back at our motel I noticed that Sam was unbuttoning her shirt as we walked to the door. I was confident that Sam's sex drive was in high gear and Tracey had made it clear hers was too. By the time the door was shut and locked behind us Lisa had her top off and was unhooking her bra. I got my black t-shirt off and my sports black sports bra off and within a few minutes we were all naked.
Tracey was looking at me with a lusty fire in her eyes, "Sam's told me how hard you fight Cindy, I want a try at you now. Sam sat in the soft chair in the corner of the room and Lisa sat in her lap, her legs wide so that Sam could stroke her pussy. Tracey and I circled each other, both consumed with lust. Tracey had smaller tits than mine but they were wonderfully round and firm, like our friend Rita she had a very sparse, light brown bush and I could see her thighs were already shiny with her juices flowing down her strong legs. We grabbed each other's nipples, twisting them hard. Getting in close I grabbed Tracey's wet pussy. Tracey grabbed my hair, yanking my head back; she leaned in, actually biting my throat like a vampire. It realized I was going to have to work at it to not climax begore I had this beautiful girl under me. I was a little taller than Tracey and I had some weight on her but she was all firm muscle. Tracey expertly hip tossed me onto the floor and then she dropped down on my nude body right across my chest. She grabbed at my neck, choking me on the floor as I wrapped my thick legs around her waist. I got my arms around her head, smashing her face into my soft tits. I held on tight to her, mashing her pretty face into my tits, trying to smother her out as she kept hand fingers on my throat. I tried but finally I had to submit as there was a roaring in my ears and my vision narrowed. Tracey got up and moved up my quivering body, planting her wonderfully tight pussy on my mouth for me to eat, which I did with gusto. Tracey's entire body was shaking as she orgasmed; it was a nice, juicy orgasm but nothing like Lisa's veritable firehose.
Tracey was a fellow fan of sexfighting videos because she wanted to take Lisa on in a sexfight. Sam and I were on the bed in a 69, eating each other and playing with each other's buttholes. Tracey was a good wrestler but Lisa had those long, strong legs and once she began grinding her pussy on Tracey's it wasn't long before Tracey had a long, loud shuddering orgasm. Tracey went into to slide three fingers into Lisa's pussy while sucking on her clit. Lisa grabbed Tracey's dark brown hair and Tracey got the full firehose all over her face and tits.
All four of us were in the bed in a pile of naked flesh. Tracey told us how she had discovered masturbation in 5th grade, she had built up a collection of wrestling magazines, her favorites wrestlers were Misty Blue and Bambi, and those photos along with her mom's copies of Cosmopolitan gave her plenty of pussy-rubbing material. Sort of like how Melinda had impulsively kissed me after a softball win Tracey had been congratulated by an older girl after she won a barrel racing event; it started with a long hug, moved to kissing, and then finally with her hand down Tracey's jeans and that had awakened her need for sex with girls. In high school there were some experiences with boys, handjobs and blowjobs mostly, plus one rather disappointing experience of car sex after her senior prom. She had not really come out until she got to college, joining the QSA as soon as she got to ISU.
"I'm glad Sam introduced me to you girls, you're a lot of fun."
Lisa gave her a long kiss, "You are too sweetie."
After a lot of good-night kisses Sam and Tracey headed back to Sam's house. Lisa and I crawled into bed fingering each other and, no surprise, after several towering orgasms we were both asleep almost immediately. We slept in, enjoying the warmth of each other's naked body and fingering each other to more orgasms in the morning light; sadly, the shower was too small for both of us. Lisa was also sad the little diner attached to the motel did not have French toast but she was quite happy to settle for a large stack of pancakes, frenzied sex brings on frenzied hunger. I had surprisingly good eggs benedict.
At the fairground we saw Mrs. Graff, Katherine, Erin, Ellie, and Rita and we sat with them. There was a whole program put on by kids from the camp, including a mounted color guard. I was a little surprised to see that Katherine was in her full Marine Corps dress uniform; Rita told us Katherine was continuing on to New Orleans (I was so jealous!) for her Marine Reserve duty and so she had gotten permission to come to the program in her full blue dress uniform, she looked absolutely stunning. When four young girls came riding in carrying the flags of the United State, the state of Illinois and the unofficial flag of the Little Egypt region we all stood up and Katherine saluted, then Sam came in on Elanor at a full gallop with the "Willian Tell Overture," what most folks recognize as the theme from the old Lone Ranger TV show, and we were all applauding wildly; Lisa and I were cheering in a manner suitable for the entrance of the true princess of Rohan (she just needed her armor).
There were speeches from the camp director, the regional 4-H coordinator, a member of the Williamson county board, and finally from a woman who was part of the governor's Rural Life Taskforce. All of them mentioned how Sam had been a volunteer at the camp for almost 9 years and how many lives she had touched in that time. I could see Sam was trying very hard not to cry; Lisa and I went full-on Weepy Lesbian Girls to make up for it, and I could see Mrs. Graff dabbing at her eyes also. Afterwards there were lots of photos, their town's little weekly paper's one reporter lived for things like this, and many of the photos (at Sam's insistence) included Elanor. Tracey had thoughtfully brought along a plastic bag of apple slices so that Elanor would be on her best behavior.
As the crowd dissipated Mrs. Graff asked if she could sit in the saddle on Elanor. Sam was ready to help her up but Mrs. Graff (who was a good eight inches shorter than Sam) put her right foot in the stirrup and mounted up onto Elanor in one smooth movement. I was impressed, I have always needed to a fence on a stool to get on a horse (much to Lisa's giggling delight). I could see Mrs. G's eyes had tears in them, she was remembering her horse David, and I was thinking that she would be telling Mr. G that she was getting a horse when she returned home (they certainly had enough room).
As we said our good-byes, Rita promised that she would come see us soon, and then Lisa and I headed toward home. We didn't go in a straight line however, I wanted to go to Cairo (pronounced with a long `a' like the corn syrup), among other places. Cairo is at the very southern tip of Illinois where the Ohio river joins the Mississippi. It once was a busy river port but it's a pretty depressed area now. I got photos of the old Civil War fort and of several barges moving past on the two rivers, I would show those to Mr. G and Jan figuring they would be interested in shipping-related images.
We crossed the river into Missouri and stopped to see the town of Ste. Genevieve. This was the first French settlement in Missouri and there were a few buildings remaining from the time when the town was part of Spanish Louisiana. We crossed the Mississippi on a ferry (I was oddly excited by this, the rocking of the boat and the closeness of the water made Lisa a little nervous) and went to Fort De Chartres. The fort had been the capitol of the Illinois Country during French times and seeing it was part of my continued fascination with life in the French colonial era. We also visited Kaskaskia, which was Illinois' first capitol; weirdly it has been on the west side of the Mississippi since a flood in 1881. I wanted to go there to see the bell near the old church that had been given to the town by King Louis XV in 1741.
It was a long drive back home so we were happy to see our little apartment and, more importantly, our nice big bed. After our very energetic sex with Sam and Tracey we were much more low-key tonight, stroking each other's pussy into some very nice orgasms. The next morning it was back to work for both of us; we were trying to earn as much as we could before school started again in August.
I got home in the afternoon one day and I saw Lisa's white Subaru, Alcyone, was already here. I parked the motorcycle (so much easier to park on campus!) and went up the back stairs. Through our screen door I could hear the sounds of wonderful sex and I was taking my shirt and bra off as I went through the kitchen. I was happy to see Pru's blonde head, and her pointy tits, over the back of our couch as she was grinding against Lisa. Pru saw me and her eyes went wide.
I tried to sound all serious, but I wound up giggling, "You naughty sluts, you just couldn't wait until I got home!"
Lisa did her best to recreate Janet's bitchy whine (while not slowing down her grinding against Pru), "But Pru's pussy was so wet and tasty!"
"O.K., but now you both have to eat mine to make up for your hastiness." By now I was naked too. I sat at the end of the couch, my legs wide, rubbing my pussy and waiting for both girls to orgasm. Lisa's was not a total gusher; Pru's was quite calm as well, she was holding tight to Lisa and I could see her cute butt quivering when she climaxed. Both girls came over to me and went to work on my pussy; I love the feeling of two tongues struggling to get inside me. Lisa had filled Pru in on what we liked because she did use her amazingly pointy breast to rub my clit and she got out of range when my orgasm had me thrashing on the couch like a beached carp.
Pru laid across our laps so she could bite at my nipples and stroke Lisa's wet pussy. I was playing with her blonde hair, "So what brought you by today, apart from my girlfriend's delicious pussy?"
"I smelled gumbo and I was pretty hungry because, well, I'm kinda stoned right now." I was always surprised (though I shouldn't have been) that Pru really liked weed, I mean she liked it a lot; but she was just so damn innocent looking! "Lisa told me we had to wait for you to get home to eat so we were sitting on the couch here. I slid my hand between Lisa's legs and it didn't take long for us to be naked and fucking." Pru had a very nice smile, "She told me you wouldn't mind."
I gave both girls an evil smile, "I don't mind too much, but you girls do need a spanking for being such trollops, and besides I need to eat some pussy too. Roll over on your belly Pru." I was using my best Mean Girl voice.
Pru did as she was told I went to work on her pale, chubby bottom. I loved how it quivered each time my hand smacked her butt cheek. After ten swats Lisa took Pru's place and I spanked her lovely, firm ass too. Each girl sat on the couch and I spread their legs, they were kissing as I did this, and plunged two fingers into each juicy cunt, pumping them in and out as I went back and forth sucking on their tender clits. This time Lisa erupted more, Pru clamped her legs together, trapping my hand between her soft thighs. We each took turns licking Lisa's pussy clean.
I put a long t-shirt on, I have learned from painful experience that cooking is not best done naked, and I checked the gumbo. I had picked up some loaves of Italian bread on my way home, and yummy bread makes for a good tasting mechanism. We sat there on our couch, grateful for our little air conditioner, eating some spicy crawdad gumbo while watching Essence of Emeril on TV. Our cable system had added the Food Network and I now was totally addicted to it, I would set our VCR for any show with Emeril Lagasse or Paul Prudhomme, my two favorite New Orleans chefs; I also loved Yan Can Cook on PBS, I was totally envious of his knife skills.
We got a day off from our construction job since the inspectors and I took advantage of the time to work on the bike. I had ordered some small marine speakers (that means they were waterproof), a tank bag, and a small amplifier so that I could use my cassette player to have music while I was riding. It did involve me adding a new circuit but by now that was a pretty easy task for me. It was while I was working on my sound system I saw Holly pull up in her white convertible. Holly looked amazing, as always, and today she looked sexy as hell in a green tube top that barely held in her nice tits and some really tight white shorts.
"Hi Holly. What's up?"
"My fucking mom is driving me up the fucking wall! I can't wait to be back out of the house!"
"She still thinks you're fat?"
"Oh, that never changes. Her thing now is I don't have a boyfriend and, according to her, all cheerleaders need to have an athlete boyfriend."
"Girlfriend won't work?"
Holly's laugh was more of a snort and she smacked my ass, "You know that answer to that one, you silly bitch. I just hoped you or Lisa would be home; I just needed to be out of the house."
"I'm done here, wanna go for a ride?" I made the question sound as dirty as I could. Her smile in return was equally dirty.
I grabbed the helmets from the cellar and we took off, blasting AC/DC's "Shook Me All Night Long" as we rode around campus. Holly was squeezing my tits the entire way and I had no doubt the bikes vibration was getting her even more wet than she had been when she arrived (those shorts hid nothing).
Back at the apartment we went up the back stairs and Holly had her tube top off before she even got to the door, if anyone was looking out the head shop's back windows they would have had a beautiful view. Inside the apartment I scooped her up off the floor and put her over my shoulder, carrying her in to the bedroom and throwing her down on the bed. She wriggled out of her shorts, proudly showing off her bald pussy. I went in between her legs without even taking off my jeans, I had gotten my top off, and buried my face in her amazing pussy while I had my hands under her muscular butt squeezing her cheeks. I didn't hear Lisa come home, but when she came into the bedroom she immediately pulled my jeans down so that she could eat me from behind and tease my butthole too. Holly quivered and moaned when her orgasm took her; she rolled me onto my back, pulled my jeans and panties off, and went to work on my pussy with her lovely, long tongue; Lisa was behind her pushing her tongue into Holly's butthole. Lisa very being very protective of Holly and so she held my ankles down so I couldn't kick when I climaxed, and that made my orgasm even better.
I leaned against the big old headboard and spread Lisa's legs wide with mine, grabbing her boobs form behind while Holly devoured my baby's wet cunt. We were both mesmerized by Holly's tongue and also by her green eyes that stayed locked on ours. Judging by her high-pitched chirps Lisa had a very nice orgasm as well. We laid there on our bed in a warm, naked pile of girl-flesh, all of us breathing hard.
I stroked Holly's red hair, "You want some dinner?" I knew it was a silly question, the poor girl was always hungry. "I'm making sloppy joes."
She kissed me thoroughly, "I'd love that."
We were watching TV as we ate, it was a British show called Two Fat Ladies that combined cooking and motorcycles. (Any surprise I loved it?). Holly was leaned against Lisa's breasts while Lisa played with her red hair.
"It sounds like you mom thinks you should just whore yourself out to the football team or something like that."
Holly sighed, "You're not far wrong. I think I'm getting close to telling her I'm gay just be done with it." She paused here, giving Lisa's nipple a kiss, "If I do that I'll tell the girls on the cheer squad first. I might lose my scholarship but there's enough money that I got from my grandparents to pay for my last two years of school and since I'm over 18 my parents don't have control over that money." She looked at us, tears in her eyes, "If I need to, could I come live with you two for a while? I'd ask Clarissa but I don't think I could deal with Georgia for more than a few hours at a time."
Lisa kissed Holly on the forehead and I moved over to give her a proper kiss too, "Of course you could sweetie. I remember when we came out and I thought about what I would do if my parents kicked me out. I was ready to do it even if it meant Lisa and I had to go live in the woods somewhere."
Lisa stroked Holly's smooth skin, "I was sure my mom and dad would have taken Cindy in and we knew our friend Lee's parents would take us in as well. I certainly did not relish the idea, as my sweetie so wonderfully put it, of two white city girls learning to shit in the woods."
Holly laughed, and that was good to hear. "You two and Clarissa are my best friends, I don't know what I would do without you."
I chuckled, "Probably masturbate a whole lot more." We all laughed at that one.
I got a call from Cherie one evening as we were watching yet another cooking show.
I could hear the excitement in her voice. She asked me if Lisa was there and when I said "Yes" she had me put the phone on speaker.
Cherie was a no-nonsense girl, she got right to the point, "I'm pregnant, probably four weeks along. I wanted to tell you girls before I told you mom and dad and Janet." I am sure the staff in the head shop were now wondering what all the squealing and jumping was about. When we got off the phone we went back to watching our show.
I was stroking Lisa's pretty hair, "You ready to be a cool, queer aunt baby?"
Lisa gave my boob a squeeze, "I think we'll be good at it."
Our last thing that we needed to do before classes started was to take Janet to college. Janet had actually called me, asking that Lisa come too. I told her that the only way Lisa would not be there for her would be if I tied her up in a sack. Janet had a far larger quantity of clothes to take with her than I had taken when I moved into the dorm, in addition to her cello (which is not a small instrument). We were downstairs watching TV when I noticed Janet smile at Lisa; they got up (Mom and Dad were upstairs) and went into my old bedroom. Based on what I heard coming through the door they fucked each other pretty hard. I gave them my best "You Nasty Sluts!" look when they returned, they both stuck their tongues out at me. The next morning we loaded up the van and my Jeep and we headed out for the Indiana campus in Bloomington. Indiana was a much larger school than ISU, in fact it reminded me a lot of the University of Illinois campus. To no one's surprise southern Indiana in August was hot and humid and my hair was an explosion of frizzy curls as a result; I was somewhat annoyed that Lisa still looked as beautiful and composed as ever. Rhonda was already moved in and we were glad to see her and to see she was healthy. Her hair was growing back, though it was still short, and it was coming back a very pale ash-blonde. I tried not to be too open with my lustful looks but I still got a smack on the butt and a whispered "Down Girl!" in my ear from Lisa.
We drove back to stay one more night before we would go back to our apartment. We headed to the coffee shop to see Ben and Ron and to see Ellie. She had called me and said she wanted to see us before we went back to school. I had a twinge of worry in my brain; something in Ellie's voice made me think something was wrong but I couldn't put my finger on it. We talked about it on the way back to Illinois; Lisa had a sinking feeling that this involved Carrie and I was afraid we were right. Carrie had been through a lot but she seemed to attract drama like a free beer attracts frat boys.
Ben and Ron were, of course, overjoyed to see us. Lisa got her super-sweet coffee drink and I had my black Darjeeling. We sat there on the crying couch actually getting a little teary-eyed as we thought about all the events in our lives that had happened in this shop. Ron sat in one of the chairs filling us in on what was going on in town. I was pleased to hear that the queer community was still there and that there was still a core group from the high school that came in most nights, karaoke night was still popular, and the people form the record store still would come in after closing time. Ben and Ron, loveable geeks that they were, also sensed a disturbance in The Force.
Ron's round face was wrinkled in concern, "I'm worried about your cute red-headed friend Carrie. We haven't seen her for a month and old guys like us can't help that our minds go to dark places with worry about what's going on in her life."
Lisa patted him on the knee, "As long as we have known her, and her sister before Charlotte turned horrible, they have gone to California for a month in the summer to stay with their dad. Carrie has never enjoyed those trips, she doesn't like the woman her dad is married to now; she says she is a real bitch. Carrie said last year's trip was pretty awful coming right on the heels of the huge blow-out with Charlotte. She wasn't looking forward to this year either but she has to go since it's part of her parents' divorce decree."
Ben put his hand on Ron's shoulder (they were for all intents and purposes an old married couple), "I hope she's O.K. She's high maintenance but she's a sweet kid."
We were sitting there on the couch sipping our drinks; there were a few other customers but they weren't paying any attention to us. I looked over to the door when the little bell rang; I saw Ellie come in holding Carrie's hand, almost pulling her in.
I looked over at Lisa, "Babe, it's them." Carrie's pretty face was a mask of emotional pain and we both knew that whatever had gone down it had not been good. Carrie came over to us and we both hugged her, stroking her amazing red hair. I looked right into her gray eyes, "Sit down sweetie, tell us what's wrong."
Ben had preemptively handed Lisa several bar towels, his instincts concerning Weepy Lesbian Girls was still spot-on. The tale Carrie told us was a truly horrific one; we hadn't thought it possible but Charlotte had gotten even meaner and more manipulative. She had been nice to Carrie when she arrived in Los Angeles, taking her around the city, taking her shopping for clothes (both girls always looked incredible) and then finally taking her out for a double date with two guys from USC; and that's where it all went wrong. Charlotte fully expected Carrie to let one of the guys fuck her because she believed that would help her in her quest to be president of her sorority. Carrie was crying the whole time as she told us the story and it was really hard for Lisa and me to hear what had happened to her.
"I was in the bedroom with the guy Charlotte had set me up with. We could hear Charlotte and the other guy fucking in the other room and the two of us were naked now. I had seen enough videos and I had watched Charlotte so I knew how to suck a guy's cock so I did that. I could tell he was ready to fuck me but I didn't want to go through with it. I was actually surprised when he asked me if I wanted to go all the way and then, when I said `No' he didn't press it any further. He did ask if he could slide his cock between my tits (Carrie had very nice, firm tits) and I said I was O.K. with that. He wound up shooting his load into my face and hair but that was as far as we went. I guess Charlotte thought that we had fucked for real because she was really nice to me for a few days, she even ate my pussy like she used to but then she talked to her boyfriend and learned I hadn't actually fucked the other guy. She came the bedroom I was in and started screaming what a stupid little cunt I was and how I ruined her chance to be chapter president. I tried to explain to her but she hit me so hard my mouth was bleeding. Two days later I flew back to Indianapolis and Mom picked me up. I didn't tell her any of this."
Me and Lisa were quiet for a while, finally Lisa asked the obvious question, "What are you going to do now baby?"
Ellie was rubbing Carrie's back, "We talked to the Boss Lady (that's what she called Mrs. Graff, much to the rest of her family's amusement) without giving her many details. She told us that once Carrie turns 18 she's not obligated to follow the divorce decree."
Carrie smiled a little, "My birthday is in November so this was the last time I had to go. After this I don't care if I never see Charlotte again."
That made me a little sad, I was often frustrated with Janet but I would never abandon her; then again, she had never done anything this horrible. I still felt terrible for Carrie
"I graduate this year and I want to start looking at colleges. Dad has to pay half of my college, as long as I stay in-state. He's said he would pay for me to go to any of the University of California or California State schools in LA, or to USC, but I don't want any part of that. Willa is going to Southern Illinois in the fall and so I want to see the campus there and Ellie (here she took Ellie's hand) is at Eastern, so I'll look there too. But since you two are my other two closest friends I want to look at IWU and ISU so I hope if I come to see them campuses I could stay with you two."
I gave Carrie a big kiss, I enjoyed feeling her tongue on mine (she did the same with Lisa), "Of course you can sweetie. We'd be happy to show you around."
On the drive back the next day we talked about all this. Lisa had the same worry I did, the worry we had experienced ever since the blow-up with Charlotte, that Carrie was going to try to replace Charlotte with us, or Willa, or Ellie. We weren't sure what to do about that, it was going to be one drama at a time.
That first summer on our own was a wonderful time for the two of us. Our apartment was small and old but it was our place and we could enjoy one another as much as we wanted to. I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to keep Nifty going (https://donate.nifty.org)