The Road to Cindy and Lisa's Wedding Chapter 1
Hello Readers! Whether you have been reading my story since its beginning in the Young Friends section, followed it through the high school years, or joined it in progress during the college years, Welcome! This is a work of fiction but, like many works of fiction it has some basis in reality; after all, they always say to write what you know. This story is somewhere between semi-autobiographical and totally wild-ass fiction that would seem impossible in the cheesiest of romantic comedies; I like to think of it as a mash-up of The L Word, Maupin's Tales of the City, and The Princess Bride. Lots of folks, myself included, like to think of ourselves as the stars in our own private movies, and that's exactly what this is. This is the story of what I like to think my life might have been if I was the plucky heroine in my very own movie. Along the way I've made lots of friends, had a lot of lovers, and I was one of those really lucky people who found the love of my life early and I never let her go. I hope you enjoy this story.
Our Main Characters:
This is the story of two women who love each other; Cindy and Lisa. They have been together since the 10th grade and they never looked back. They make no excuses for the fact that they really love sex and they enjoy having multiple partners. Lesbian swingers are not exactly common but that is what they are; they both bring in other women and they definitely like threesomes (and sometimes outright orgies). Cindy is a big woman, she is 5'10" and what can best be described as "solid." She had very unruly, curly brown hair and she wishes her boobs were bigger and firmer; she also thinks her ass is too big. She has had a total fetish for wrestling as a sexual activity since she was in the 6th grade; what she likes is something like the professional wrestling she obsessively watches on TV except she thinks of it as foreplay. She inherited a love of baseball (specifically the Chicago White Sox) and trains (in fact all machinery) from her grandfather. She has an older brother, Rob, who is married and who had a little boy, as well as a younger sister Janet. She has recently graduated from Illinois State University with a degree in Engineering Technology and she is a journeyman electrician. She also enjoys, and has some real talent in, photography. Cindy is fiercely loyal to, and protective of, her friends, though sometimes she does not think things through. She was once told she has the "Heart of a Lion and the Common Sense of a Turnip," an assessment she agrees with. Cindy's orgasms range from quite energetic to downright dangerous; she has, while in the throes of passion, managed to kick Lisa right out of the bed, sometimes leaving some bruises on Lisa's pale skin.
Lisa is totally in love with Cindy (it goes both ways). She is also a tall girl (5'8") and her most striking feature is that her hair (all of it) is pure white; it turned white when she was in elementary school as a result of what the doctors called an idiopathic auto-immune disorder. Lisa's dream is to be a stage actress and she had performed in many plays; she also loves singing and she has a strong mezzo-soprano voice. She has performed with several groups in addition to performing in musical theater. Lisa feels a strong need to be part of church community, something that Cindy does not quite understand, and she has been part of her church's choir and has also worked with children's choirs and children's dance classes (she finds this work intensely rewarding). Lisa tends to be much calmer and more level-headed than Cindy but when something really pisses her off she becomes what Cindy calls the "Angry Elf Queen," and that is something really scary to behold. Lisa is much more graceful than Cindy and she loves to go dancing; she always leads because Cindy, in her own words, has the coordination of "A newborn giraffe." Lisa is an only child; her parents still sometimes do not understand their queer daughter but they love her all the same. Lisa is close to her grandmother who, along with her uncle, live in Arizona. Lisa's orgasms often result in the girls (specifically Cindy) doing laundry because her orgasms are very wet, the most extreme being known as "Gushers." Lisa has graduated from Illinois Wesleyan University with a degree in musical performance and theater.
Other Characters:
Rita is probably the girls' best friend. They met in high school and Rita was eager to experience lesbian sex. Rita previously had a series of boyfriends before meeting the girls, some of who were physically abusive, but her time with Cindy and Lisa taught her that she did not have to take crap from anyone. Rita is a very talented artist in many different mediums and she has graduated from the School of the Art Institute of Chicago. While she was in college she met her current boyfriend Jan (pronounced "Yan," like "Yonder"), an international business student from Rotterdam in the Netherlands. Over time Rita and the girls have learned that Jan's family is absolutely stinking rich and that he is distantly related to the Dutch royal family. Jan is one of the few guys who the girls consider to be a genuine friend; they did have a sexual experiment with him and Rita once, just to see what it was like. Lisa was intrigued and would be willing to try again but Cindy didn't enjoy it that much. Rita's parents are semi-retired lawyers; her father had a long, successful career in criminal defense where he defended many "colorful" clients, many of whom were quite possibly members of the Chicago Mob (known locally as "The Outfit"); now he takes clients dealing primarily with sports and entertainment law, though he has still done some defense work from time to time. Rita's mom is originally from western Canada and is ½ First Nation (she's quite proud of her heritage). She made of name for herself in civil rights and women's rights cases and she still does some of this work. The Graff's (Rita's family) have divided their time between Chicago and the small city downstate where the girls are from and Mrs. G (as the girls call her) has been elected to the school board, where she has been working for increased acceptance of queer students. Rita has a half-sister named Carolina whose mom died of cancer when she was 4. Carolina is a real beauty with a mane of thick, black hair and (like her little sister) amazing breasts. The girls like her, though they think she is a bit shallow. For much of her life Rita had a nanny/bodyguard named Katherine. Katherine is a tall (6'1") and very elegant Jamaican immigrant (she came to the US as a baby) who served in the Marines and who is now a lawyer in her own right. She is considered really intimidating, sometimes downright scary, by almost everyone who meets her (at least the smart ones) but her heart is a kind one. Katherine is also lesbian (though she kept that deeply hidden for many years) and she is in a relationship with another former Marine named Erin, who is a musician.
Sam and Tracey are friends of the girls from college. Sam is a big girl (just over six feet) who grew up on a farm. Sam is going to be starting as a high school teacher in a small-town teaching agriculture. Her girlfriend Tracey is starting her first year of veterinary school at the university of Illinois. Sam and Tracey are both from southern Illinois in the part of the state known as Little Egypt; a part of the state not known for its acceptance of gay people.
Ellie, she hates her real name of Elizabeth, is a friend of the girls from high school. She grew up in tough circumstances, raised by a single mom with two younger siblings. She is a student at Eastern Illinois University and her goal, inspired by Mrs. Graff and Katherine, is to be a lawyer and to be voice for women like her mom. Ellie is decidedly bisexual, being attracted to women slightly more than men.
Amber was Lisa's roommate for the two years she lived in the dorms. Amber is also a musician, she plays saxophone, and her dream would be to perform with Bruce Springsteen (she got to meet him once in college). She is a member of the Menominee tribe in Wisconsin and now, after college, she has moved to Milwaukee to try to bust into the music scene there. She is more attracted to men than to women but she has certainly enjoyed sex with both of the girls.
Cassie is a kindergarten teacher, currently working in Naperville, Illinois. She met the girls though Rita during the time she was married to a junior associate in the law firm (Rita's dad is a founding partner). She divorced him in 1998 and she is very happy that the girls will live relatively close to her. While she had enjoyed sex with the girls and with Rita, she feels more of an attraction to guys.
Lee is one of Cindy's oldest friends (predating Lisa by several months) and she was Cindy's first high school girlfriend. She is also a tall girl with short reddish-brown hair and very nice breasts. She's very athletic, having gone to college on a softball scholarship, and she is now a journalist working at a suburban newspaper covering sports and culture. She was Cindy's mentor during her first year in high school and Cindy still calls her when she had questions about relationship things. Lee, Cindy, and Lisa have really enjoyed threesomes and more than a few orgies. Cindy once described Lee as, "The least monogamous lesbian I have ever met" and so when the girls met Lee's girlfriend Chase they were very impressed by her. Chase is a transwoman from northern Missouri and she was kicked out of her family the day she came out as trans after she graduated from high school. She settled in Iowa City, where she met Lee, and they have been together ever since. Lee is very protective of Chase and freely admits that she has gotten into actual fights defending Chase. Chase is very tall (6'5") and thin with short, spikey hair that is often dyed wild fluorescent colors. As our story opens she is exploring the idea of earning some money designing web sites.
Cornelius Llewellyn is a mostly retired fashion photographer. Cindy met him when he was invited by the owners of the coffee shop in the girls' home town to take pictures at the Queer Prom (same-sex couples were not allowed at the high school's prom). He took an interest in Cindy and has mentored her as she had grown as a photographer. He is flamboyantly gay, always appearing a brightly-colored suits. He is now in his mid-80's but still mentally sharp and Cindy goes to visit him from time to time to get feedback on her photos.
Ray Manning (now known as Big Ray, to differentiate him from his great-grandson Little Ray) is Cindy's grandfather. As this part of our story opens he is in his 70's and he has had some health scares. He is a widower, his wife Miriam (Cindy's grandmother) died in early 1975 from an aggressive cancer. Ray lives in Aurora, Illinois in a house that was built as a duplex; it was a single-family home while Cindy's dad and her aunts were growing up but for the last 20 years Ray has rented out the basement apartment (It's a walk-out basement) and the girls will be living in the downstairs apartment. Ray is retired from the Chicago & Northwestern Railroad and served in the US Navy during the Korean War. Like Cindy's parents, Ray does not entirely understand his queer granddaughter but he loves her without question and he is very proud of her achievements. He really likes Lisa too because his late wife loved going to the theater and he sees Lisa as a kindred spirit.
Out story opens in June of 1998; the girls have graduated from college and are preparing to move north to seek their fortune.
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Part 1 -- Early Summer, 1998
We had spent several weeks packing our stuff into boxes that we had scavenged from grocery and liquor stores. On our last night in Bloomington we went to our favorite place, The Mersey Ferry. Our friends Owen and Dennis were there along with many of the friends we had made in the queer community here on the prairie. It was definitely bittersweet; we were excited to move on with our lives but we would also miss the friends that we had made over the last four years. We stayed until last call; just before Tina (the very butch owner) turned up the lights Lisa got up on the karaoke stage for one last song. In the big book of songs that were on the karaoke machine one was simply listed as "Lisa's Song," it was Lisa favorite and it was always guaranteed to make Tina cry. Lisa had learned "You'll Never Walk Alone" from the musical Carousel, but for Tina is was the anthem of her beloved Liverpool FC. Lisa didn't even use the recorded music (or the microphone), she would start out slowly and rather softly but by the end, when she got to "Walk on, walk on, with hope in your heart" her right fist was raised in defiance, her Pride bracelet plain to see, and tears in her electric blue eyes, with the whole bar singing along. When she was done I walked up onto the stage and she jumped into my arms, wrapping her legs around my waist. I had been working out with Big Dennis and so I could hold her up, at least for a short time, and I kissed her properly.
Tina hugged us both, "You two better come back and fucking see us here, you hear me?"
Tina was shorter than both of us so we pretty much swamped her in a hug and I assured her that we would not be strangers and that, if Liverpool was playing for a championship we would be there.
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The last night in our apartment was quite emotional. The building was old, almost 100 years old in fact, with cranky hot-water heat and the apartment got really hot in the summer but it looked out over a commercial street (the building had been built as a bank and our apartment had been the president's office) with wonderful bay windows and there was a back porch where I could sit in my grandmother's rocking chair and watch the trains go by on the tracks (recently acquired by the Union Pacific) and listen to baseball on the radio. Lisa was across the street at the dance studio where she worked, no doubt saying a tearful goodbye to her students. Most of them were girls ranging in age from 6 to 12 and they absolutely worshipped "Miss Lisa." I promised to go over just before class ended because a lot of her students had figured out (smart kids!) that "Miss Lisa" and "Miss Cindy" were a couple. We never came out and said one way or another, no reason to risk a blow-up with parents but the students got it. As The Who said back in the 1970's, "The kids are alright."
I went down the front stairs, stopping into The Flower Garden to say goodbye to Doris and the girls who worked for her. I went up the stairs to the dance studio (it was the old American Legion hall) and waited until class was over. Lisa was mobbed by her students and when I walked in there were many high-pitched squeals of "Miss Cindy!" One of the older girls (she was a serious cutie) gave us a card wishing "Miss Lisa and Miss Cindy" all the best as we moved north. Lisa promised the class that she would never forget them and that we would try to come back for the studio's Christmas performance.
We took our time getting our clothes off once we returned to the apartment. We sat on the floor, legs wrapped around each other, pussys and tits pressed together. Lisa was gripping my curly, brown hair and kissing me with a fervor. I had my fingers deep in her white hair, pushing my tongue over and around hers. We had been together for almost seven years, since 1991, and we could read each other's body well enough that we usually climaxed at the same time and tonight we did, and we were not quiet about it; at least there wasn't a big puddle on the floor.
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The next morning we had some helpers come over to help us load the Jeep, Lisa's Subaru, and the U-Haul trailer (the biggest my Jeep could handle). Owen and Dennis brought donuts, which were greatly appreciated; Shelly and Rebecca came shortly after the donuts arrived on Shelly's Triumph. The first thing we loaded into the trailer was my motorcycle, Bill, and secured it (Shelly was the expert on this). After that Dennis and I worked in our apartment, loading our things onto the hand-cranked dumbwaiter that Uncle Enzo's used to bring up merchandise before lowering down to Lisa, Rebecca, and Owen to load it up in the trailer. Lisa had always been good at the game Tetris and it made her quite talented in packing stuff in tightly.
By lunchtime our apartment was empty; Lisa and I stood in the middle of our former front room hugging each other and shedding more than a few tears. We had loved living here but it was time to move on. We took our helpers across the street to the pizza place to feed them and thank them. Well-fed with pizza, and with some passionate kisses from Shelly and Rebecca, we got ready to leave.
I gave Dennis a big hug, "Thank you for everything big guy."
"I should be thanking you. Grannie and Auntie told me to let you two know that they will miss you and your yummy food."
We both kissed Owen, one of us on each cheek, making him blush stop-sign red and making Dennis laugh uncontrollably, and with that we headed north to our new home.
It took about a little over two ours to get there and I could tell Granddad had been waiting for us. I knew from talking with Dad that Granddad refused to acknowledge that he needed any help at all, but Dad said he was really excited to have Lisa and I living in the basement apartment.
The nice thing was, since the apartment was in a walk-out basement, there were no stairs to haul our stuff up (or down). We had started moving stuff in when Jan and Rita pulled up in Jan's dark green G-Wagen. Granddad had met them before and he really liked Jan; Jan was also a fellow former sailor and him being unfailingly polite also served him well. We got the trailer unloaded and I took it to U-Haul to return it and Granddad went with me. On the way over he questioned me about our plans, interspersed with quite a bit of excitement over having family living downstairs from him (It had been over 20 years since Aunt Carla and a friend of hers had lived there for a few years).
"So, what are you girls' plans now?"
"We're going to take a day or two to get unpacked and I want to show Lisa around town. Lisa will go to the Actors Equity office down on Randolph Street so that her name's in their system when producers are looking for a cast and I will do pretty much the same thing with the IBEW local here in Aurora. Then we start looking for jobs. Lisa will probably have multiple jobs for the foreseeable future, that's the life of an actor, and she hopes she can get a job teaching young kids in a dance studio, she really loves doing that. There's always a need for someone to do electrical work so I think I'll have a little easier time of it."
Granddad was quiet for a few moments, like he was picking his next words very carefully, "Now this is a personal question, and if you don't want to answer you don't have to. I've been blessed to see most of my grandchildren get married; Paula's kids and Rob, and I have no doubt I'll be there for Janet too. But I have to ask about you and Lisa, I know the law here in Illinois won't let you get married but I think that will change some day. If the law changed, would you and Lisa get married?"
Now it was my turn to choose my words carefully. I took a deep breath, "We've talked about it. Like most girls we both have ideas what our wedding would be like, but Lisa has really strong feelings about it. She has explained to me, and anyone else who is around, that we will not get married until the Episcopal church would recognize our marriage. She has had a dream of getting married in the church tradition she grew up in and in this she will not be moved."
Granddad laughed softly, "I knew I liked that girl. Well Cindy, me and Lord, we got us an understanding. I'm not going anywhere until I see you girls get married; once that happens he can call me up to see Miriam (that was my grandmother's name) whenever he wants to."
I had to wipe away a tear. Granddad had never been an overly religious person, in fact he never understood how Dad had fallen into that wacko church that my family had gone to up until my very dramatic coming out in the fall of my junior year in high school. After taking another deep breath I patted him on the leg, "When the time comes I promise that you'll be in the front row."
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Back at our new home we got my motorcycle into the garage, Granddad asked me if I would give him a ride sometime and I couldn't tell if he was serious or not. As much as we would have liked Jan and Rita to have stayed with us (especially Rita), they had headed back to Rita's condo (it actually belonged to her parents through a holding company) in the city. Rita did have two housewarming presents for us; she had taken the negatives of the photos of me and Lisa together with Joan Jett and Lita Ford and had them enlarged and framed. She was quite proud of her skills with the new medium of computer-based art and especially with a program called Photoshop. Using that program, she had been able to scan those tiny little 110 negatives and enlarge the images to 8x10. She was very excited about the computer she now had, a very fancy new Macintosh G3, to the point where she was talking so fast she was almost unintelligible. It was a lot like listening to Jan talk about ships or, as Lisa pointed out, me talking about motorcycles and cameras.
The apartment had a separate entrance from the main house and it had its own mailbox. There was a simple intercom system so if we wanted to come upstairs, or if Grandad wanted to come downstairs, we all could give advance warning. Lisa and I privately decided that sometime when Granddad wasn't home we would investigate just how go the sound insulation was between upstairs and downstairs, until then we would have to be careful not to fuck too loudly.
We got our bed set up because while we were both very tired we were also both very horny. Our plan was to get a king-sized bed that could double as a wrestling mat but for now we would be content with what we had. I pushed Lisa down on the bed and spread her toned legs wide so I could slide my tongue over her pink pussy. Lisa squeezed my head with her strong thighs, her fingers buried in my brown hair. I didn't drive her too far, we didn't want to have to change the sheets on our first night in our new home. I got up and positioned myself over Lisa's lovely face so I could see her blue eyes and she licked my pussy. She did drive me a bit further, trying her best to restrain her giggles as I thrashed myself right off the bed. Thankfully the carpet was pretty soft.
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I woke up in the morning with the delightful feeling of Lisa's head between my legs, her white hair splayed out across my legs. She had two fingers in my pussy and she was flicking my clit with the very tip of her tongue; she had a really tight grip on my legs so that when I came I came really hard (restraining my legs during my orgasms does that). I rolled her on her belly and got behind her so that I could run my tongue across her pussy and her butthoie while I wrapped her long, white hair around my wrist. I was rewarded with what was, for Lisa, a gentle orgasm and I did not feel like I was being waterboarded. We showered together, draining that hot water as we enjoyed two more orgasms.
I made breakfast (French toast for my sweetie) and then we let granddad know we were coming upstairs. He offered us coffee and he was a little disappointed that I was not a coffee drinker and that Lisa like ridiculously sweet, elaborate coffee-based drinks, Granddad drank it black and hideously strong. He planned to take us for pizza at Giordano's, near the Fox river, and then introduce us to some of his friends. We took off on my motorcycle, Lisa making my concentration difficult by fondling my boobs.
Aurora really does look like the city shown in Wayne's World, the movie and the Saturday Night Live sketches are how most people know about Aurora; it really looks like all of the Chicago suburbs but there is a real downtown which the city has been trying to bring back for years. We found some of the important things, like a Greek diner (Lisa liked some Greek food) that served real Chicago hot dogs, a used book store, and several motorcycle shops.
It was important for Lisa to find a church, she was already missing being in the choir back in Bloomington, and Aurora had two. What made our decision for us was the sign in front of St. Cuthbert's which announced it was an "Open and Affirming" parish, which meant gay folks like us were welcome. Lisa informed me that we would be going on Sunday; she was in her total Elf-Queen mode and there was not going to be any discussion about this.
We also found a bar not far from our apartment, it was on the other side of the Fox river and about a 15-minute ride on our bicycles, with a Pride flag sticker in the front window. We went in to have a look around; it was an old building near the Burlington tracks along the river so it had probably been some sort of factory or warehouse (at least that's what I thought). I was totally wrong about that, it had been a Woolworth's store until the chain went under in the early 1990's. Lisa was quite happy to see posters announcing multiple karaoke nights each week, as well as live music on the weekends, and I was happy to see a line of classic pinball machines (the old-school mechanical kind) as well as pool tables. In with the pool tables I saw one that seemed extra-large, I asked about it when we sat at the bar to get some drinks. I had never seen a snooker table in real life, but I had read about it in one of my favorite sci-fi novels, Desolation Road. I couldn't get a proper Dark & Stormy (they did not have Gosling's Bermuda rum) but the bartender could make a decent version using dark Virgin Islands rum. She didn't have the ingredients to make Lisa a French 75 but she did mix up a good Tom Collins, which Lisa liked.
We noticed a woman sitting near us at the bar. She was, to be fair, "chunky," with shoulder length black hair, brown skin, and amazing hazel eyes. She also had seriously large breasts, on par with our friend Rita, which, while she did not flaunt them, she did not try to hide them either; she was sipping on what appeared to be some form of whiskey.
She turned to us, "You girls new here?"
I smiled, "Yeah, we are. I'm Cindy and this is," I paused for a brief moment and I felt Lisa sinking her fingers into my thigh, "My girlfriend Lisa. We just moved here after our college graduation."
"I'm Alina," she had an accent that was difficult to place but, having watched lots of Doctor Who, it sounded like she was from somewhere in England, "It's good to meet you two." Lisa had relaxed her grip on my thigh; she gets prickly about being introduced as "My friend," it's something that we have actually come close to fighting over. I revert back to my old habits when I'm around people we don't know; Lisa likes to be far more open with people and if they don't like the fact that we're gay then that's too bad for them.
We talked for quite a while, dancing around the fact that me and Lisa would have eagerly bent Alina over one of the pool tables and fucked her into another dimension. I was right about Alina's accent; she had been born in this country (Joliet to be precise), her grandparents had emigrated from what is now Pakistan after The Partition (I didn't know what that meant) and her parents had been born in England in the city of Sheffield. The had come to this country in the 1960's and her parents owned a successful jewelry business, along with Alina's brother and sister, in the city on Wabash Avenue. Alina, much to her parent's dismay, was not interested in the jewelry trade and worked for Kane county in the communication center.
"I had to move away from my family. I mean, I love them, but they are very traditional and I am not. I was raised Muslim but, as you can see, I'm no longer a good Muslim girl." She raised her glass of what I now knew to be Cutty Sark and soda toward us.
Lisa had finished her drink, "We need to go soon, Ray is taking us out for pizza and then he wants to introduce us to his friends."
"Who's Ray?"
"Ray is Cindy's grandfather. We live in the basement apartment under his house, it's over by the park west of here."
I grabbed Alina's hand (and I noticed how warm it was and that she did not pull it back), "I hope we can see you again sometime."
"I come here a lot, I look forward to seeing more of you girls as well."
"You'll have to come to dinner sometime, Cindy's a good cook but I hope you like spicy food."
"You've never had Pakistani or Indian food, have you? We like spices too," I took that as a good sign. She gave us her phone number and we were both glad we had met someone. It remained to be seen if she would be interested in fucking us.
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I was able to eat one slice of pizza, readers familiar with Chicago deep dish will understand why. After we boxed up our leftovers we went to the American Legion post where Granddad was a member. We walked in and I was immediately hit with the smell of stale smoke, I think Lisa turned a little green.
Granddad chuckled, "Yeah, some of these guys smoke like bad chimneys." Lisa agreed with me that we would need to wash our clothes when we got home.
Granddad walked us over to the bar, "Lillah, this is my granddaughter Cindy and her friend Lisa. They've graduated from college and they're living in the downstairs apartment." I was watching Lisa's reaction to being introduced as my "Friend." Later that night she told me that while she wasn't wild about it she wasn't going to argue with Granddad over it either, "It's not like we were meeting someone in a place that welcomes gay people, sometimes discretion is the better plan."
Lilah was a thin woman with her gray hair in two pigtail braids. She looked to be a bit younger than my mom and we soon learned she had a wonderfully dry, and sometimes excessively profane, sense of humor. Granddad also introduced us to Clifton, a fellow retired railroad worker.
"Clifton and I met in, I think 1955, at a union meeting. He worked for the Soo line and I worked for the Northwestern and we were both in the Communications departments so we actually interacted with each other. He was in Korea too; he was a radioman on the aircraft carrier Bonhomme Richard. Clifton, this is my granddaughter Cindy and her girlfriend Lisa."
I looked over at Granddad, one eyebrow cocked. He smiled at me, "Clifton knows all about you girls. He was the man who sat me down and explained that Carla was probably gay and that if I cared about her I wouldn't get my nose out of joint over it. Turned out your grandmother had figured it out first."
Lisa playfully punched my arm, "I told you that you weren't the first."
Granddad's face took on a more serious look, "She finally told me about five years ago; you girls were what gave her the courage to do it. I don't think she's told your dad or her sisters, she's hidden it for so long she has trouble talking about it so I would let her bring it up first, if she ever does."
Lisa squeezed his hand, "We will. We know how hard it is to hide something that's so central to who you are."
"Hey Cliff, you want to come to the house Sunday night for dinner? Don't look at me like that, Cindy's making spaghetti."
I smiled, "There will certainly be enough, you come on over."
"I'll do that."
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I took Lisa to the Metra station in the morning. She would tide the train into the city and then take the El up to Randolph street from Union Station. She would call me when she was on her way back home so I could come pick her up. I strapped her pink helmet onto the passenger seat of my motorcycle (never leave home without bungie cords) and I went to the union hall to meet the local's business agent. He looked to be about the same age as my dad when I looked into his office after knocking on the doorframe.
"Mr. FitzWilliam?"
"Are you Cindy?"
"Yes sir, I am."
"Please, just call me Chuck, everyone else does. So, what brings you here?"
"I've recently moved here after graduating from college; I'm looking for work." From there I told him my whole story. Knowing The Chief's reputation, I dropped his name, telling how he had mentored me in high school and helped me get on as an apprentice. I also made sure to talk about my experience doing A/V work, Zander had told me she thought that would be a big thing in the coming years and I enjoyed doing it. Through all this Chuck leaned back in his chair with his hands crossed over his expansive middle.
"Well Cindy, you certainly come highly recommended. Jim Jericho does not dole out idle praise and his recommendation carries considerable weight in this trade. I'll make some calls and see what may be out there for you."
"Thank you so much, I appreciate your help."
I had still not heard from Lisa so I rode around town, just acquainting myself with the place. I found myself back at the motorcycle shop we had found before; they were a Honda dealer but they had lots of gear and what I would need to basic maintenance on the bike. I was drawn to the bulletin board where there were flyers for all sorts of rides, I was looking it over when one caught my eye. On the last Saturday of every month, at least through the fall, there was a cruise-in night for bikes and cars at the Dog n Suds in the town of Grayslake. I was insanely excited by this, not just because I would be able to gorge myself on Coney dogs but because guys with classic cars and bikes could not resist having a beauty like Lisa posing with the rides. Grayslake was almost an hour away from us, but it was near Waukegan and that was where Carrie's girlfriend Sage, assuming they were still together, lived. Maybe we could combine showing off my bike and my girlfriend with a night of exciting lesbian wrestling. A girl can always dream.
I was waiting at the platform when Lisa's train arrived, I gave her a proper kiss as I cinched on her pink helmet. Back at home she told me all about her day; her plan was to check the casting call boards at the community theaters all along the Fox River valley, there were several here in Aurora and some more up north in Elgin. We spent the evening with Lisa scouring online listings for dance studios; she would be contacting them looking for a teaching position.
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Clifton has asked if there was anything he could bring and I suggested that if he knew of a good bakery some Italian bread would be nice and if he felt like it come wine would be nice too. The grocery store here was bigger than anything either in Bloomington or our little hometown could boast. I was able to find the stuff I needed with no improvisation necessary. Lisa found it very cute at my excitement of finding not only pancetta but also guanciale (proper carbonara!) but also several kinds of andouille sausage as well as frozen crawdads. I was going to really up my cooking game.
Sunday morning Lisa supervised me getting dressed, we decided on some of my nicer black jeans (and my black high-tops) along with a nice, colorful top. Lisa wore one of her nice dresses with, naturally, matching Chuck Taylors; it was our brand after all.
The church had been built back in the 1930's, replacing a much older wood building. True to Lisa's prediction there was a lot of excitement at the possibility of two new (and young) parishioners; the mere suggestion of Lisa being interested in the choir brought the music director over with more cookies for us and I appreciated that. I was looking at the bulletin board in the parish hall, sipping some tea (I approved of that too) and I saw that someone was trying to start a co-ed softball team. I put my name and our phone number on the list; I decided that was going to like this place and that made Lisa very happy.
I was finishing up my sauce in Granddad's kitchen (it was bigger than ours), I had to threaten him with a wooden spoon to keep him from sampling the sauce.
"So Granddad, is Clifton married?"
Granddad's face turned somber, "Yes he is. His wife Claudia was a good friend of your grandmother's, they liked gardening together. Claudia has been going down mentally for the past six years. The doctor's say it's not Alzheimer's but she got to the point where Clifton couldn't take care of her anymore. She lives in a really nice care facility on the north side of town. Every morning Clifton gets up, goes to mass at St. Stan's, picks up some flowers for her and then spends most of the say with her. I've gone to church with him sometimes, your grandmother's family was Catholic, and I go see her when I can. Sometimes she remembers me and sometimes she doesn't; she just lives in her own little world but she's comfortable and she seems happy."
I was quiet and Lisa was holding my hand, "Now that's love, for sure." Lisa nodded and wiped some tears from her blue eyes.
Even by Mom's standards I made a lot of food and that meant both Clifton and Granddad had dinner for several nights that week. Everyone left really full and happy.
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Rita and Jan pretty much lived together at this point. Rita was in the MFA program at the Art Institute and Jan was working in his family's company's air freight operations at O'Hare which, according to Rita, he absolutely loved. Jan had bought a townhouse in Mount Prospect (just another sign that he had access to huge piles of cash), it was a nice place with a small yard and everything; Rita said it was very European. Rita liked it because it was close to the Metra Northwestern Line station so she could go into the city for her classes and then come back out to the suburbs for what I was sure was loud and energetic sex.
It was almost exactly four years since our wildly sexual trip to Michigan after our high school graduation and we were all excited that our tall, blonde friend Steph would come up from St. louis to see us and it would also be St. John's Eve, which is celebrated as Bonfire Night in Louisiana.
We had driven up to Jan's place and I got to work making some proper gumbo for all of us. Jan was fully aware that all four of us girls were going to be fucking like wild beasts, possibly out by the fire in the back yard, I was sure he knew that before Steph drove back he would be enjoying a threesome with her and Rita before we all met up in Grant Park for Taste of Chicago, but for tonight, after devouring an amazing amount of gumbo so a skinny guy, he would be working with the night shift at the airport so us girls could enjoy each other.
As much as I wanted to dance naked around the bonfire I admitted that freaking out Jan's neighbors would not be a good plan. As we ate what I considered one of my better batches of gumbo, finding frozen crawdads had made a real improvement, Steph caught us up on her life and we told her about some of our adventures. Steph had mostly been involved with guys, like our friend Rita she had learned that a girl as sexy as she is can get guys to do most anything. Steph had dated a few girls, but nothing that lasted very long. She was glad to hear that Carrie was moving on from her disastrous relationship with her sister and she really wished she could have met our friend Holly.
Jan thanked me for dinner and headed out. He would be back later; it wasn't that he minded that his girlfriend loved fucking her friends, his since of propriety told him that sex is not a spectator sport and that Rita (and probably Steph) would reward his gentility later. He had made no secret of his attraction to me, which I always thought odd because Lisa is the beautiful one; I guess he likes his girls nice and meaty.
Steph was stripping down as soon as the door closed; she had added some pounds since high school (haven't we all) but, like Lisa, most of her seemed to have gone to her tits (Lucky Bitch!) and her tits were absolutely delicious looking and I was pleased to see she still had her lovely blonde bush. "You ready to fight Cindy?"
"You know I am blondie," I smiled as I peeled off my panties to show off my dense, brown bush. We lunged at each other, each going for the other's tits. Steph a little taller than me and she had always enjoined making me go up on my tiptoes when she pulled up on my nipples and she went for that again. With my boobs on fire with exquisite pain I let go over her tits and grabbed at her blonde hair, pulling with both hands. Sensing an opening I brought my knee up hard into Steph's firm belly, just above her lovely blonde bush. That dropped her to the floor and we began to roll around, a tangle a naked limbs; as we rolled around the floor I caught glimpses of Rita frantically fucking my girlfriend with her big, puffy nipples and I was confident that she would hose us down soon.
Steph's brown eyes went wide when I pushed two fingers into her wet pussy. I got her pinned down on her back under me and I began grinding my pussy on hers while I held her wrists down onto the carpet. She tried to get her long legs around me but our battle ended when she climaxed quite loudly under me. I sat up, leaned against a chair, and pulled Steph over by her blonde hair and pushed her face into my wet bush, stroking her hair as her tongue caressed my pussy. I was moaning, quivering mess when Steph got me to come and it was wonderful.
Steph was going to stay several days with Rita and Jan and then she would stay with us for a few more days before going back to St. Louis. Apart from Rita none of us had ever been to Taste of Chicago and I was excited not just for loads of food; my ass, dear readers, provides clear evidence of my love of good food, but also for the musical acts. We were going to go see Joe Walsh one night and The Doobie Brothers a few nights later. We drove home, all but taking bets on how many times Steph would get fucked by both our friends.
Back at our little apartment Lisa wasted no time, pulling my jeans down and bending me over our wingback chair, pushing two fingers into my butt and flicking my clit with her tongue. She was feeling sadistic because she left me thrashing on the chair when I climaxed and she went into the bedroom. I pulled her down onto the bed, getting her in chokehold from behind and spreading her legs with mine so that I could rub her pussy with my free hand. Fortunately for our laundry she didn't squirt too much but she certainly enjoyed her orgasm.
So ends the first chapter of our girls' story. This whole tale is headed toward one climactic day, January 16, 2016. That's the day that here in the real-world Lisa and I finally were able to get married, it only took 24 years but she was worth the wait. This story will tell how the girls go from wide-eyed college girls to two happy, middle-aged lesbians who love each other just as much as they did back in 1991. I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and donations to Nifty are always appreciated (https://donate.nifty.org).