The Road to Cindy and Lisa's Wedding Chapter 2
The girls are settling in to their new lives, meeting new people and re-connecting to some old friends. Their love of multiple partners continues unabated and they both still have quite high sex drives. Here's the standard disclaimer: this is a work of fiction, but it is set in a real place and the characters are inspired by real people. I have played fast and loose with some elements of chronology and geography but I'm the author and in this little world I am the Head Goddess. Take that reality!
Part 2 -- Late Summer 1998
We were excited that our friend Cassie was going to come stay with us Saturday night. Our plan was to meet Rita, Jan and Steph at Union Station and go over to Grant Park to eat too much, I had a powerful need for an Italian beef sandwich, and then go see Phil Collins (at this point in time he was on the radio all the damn time). Me, Lisa, and Cassie would take the train back home and Cassie would stay with us for (hopefully) a night of fairly rough sex. We had not seen Cassie for a while and she had let her blonde hair grow out some, which looked very nice on her. She complained that a new teacher at her school kept bringing treats and she lamented bitterly that she was getting fat but we assure her that she looked absolutely beautiful and, besides, her tits were bigger now.
It was a good thing we walked around the park a lot because the Italian beef I had was really good and pretty large. Lisa and Steph were our designated dancing fools, though Rita and Cassie would join in too for classics like "Can't Hurry Love;" Jan and I were just too self-conscious to get out there too much, at least without having some more rum in us; Jan had developed a love for a rum made on the island of Curaçao (where had been stationed during his time in the Dutch navy). It was good but I liked the rum from Martinique better.
I think we did an admirable job of not pawing each other on the train ride back home, once we got to our apartment it was another story. On the ride home I had told Cassie I wanted to wrestle with her naked and Lisa happily volunteered first taste of her pussy as the prize for the winner. Cassie's expression was one of insatiable lust so I knew we were going to have a good night.
The carpet in the apartment was relatively new, which meant one of our first purchases was a small carpet cleaner to take care of the wet sports when we fucked on the floor so that the whole place didn't smell of pussy. It wasn't as nice as when we had our wrestling nights at our friend Clarissa's house in college (she had exercise mats) but it was a lot better than the dorm room floor or even the floor at our old place. Putting down the moving blankets (we had bought new ones) made it even softer, but there still weren't going to be any really acrobatic moves.
It was very hard not to be distracted by Cassie's big tits and soft belly. She had watched some wrestling on TV but, like me, her main goal was to work over my pussy and force me to thrash around on the floor before she got to go to work on my lovely's girlfriend's sex. I couldn't remember if her puffy nipples were overly sensitive so I took the chance and grabbed at them, pinching and twisting them. Cassie's immediate moan, and her rubbing of her own pussy, told me I was right. She didn't put up much of a fight but we did enjoy rolling around on the floor with Lisa watching us and pumping her fingers into her pussy. I lowered my wet snatch down onto her pretty face and Lisa stood over me so I could look up and lick her pink sex. I hoped I didn't hurt Cassie too much when I thrashed off of her in the throes of a wonderful orgasm, Cassie has a very nice tongue, and Lisa left us (and the blankets) soaked.
Cassie, being more interested in cock than either of us, asked me (very sheepishly) if I would go get our strapless dildo. As I was working it up into my pussy she was telling us of her first experience with Jan fucking her pretty ass; she admitted it was kind of painful because he's so big but she didn't say anything because she didn't want to hurt his feelings. That earned her an immediate spanking from Lisa, who in her best Elf Queen tone, reminded our blonde friend that sex should be fun. Cassie blushed when she asked me to fuck her in the ass with our purple dildo while she enjoyed eating Lisa's exquisite pussy. I took my time, and used a fair amount of lube, gripping her wide hips as I worked it in and out quite slowly (which she liked). Lisa's second orgasm was not the gusher that the first one way but she still managed to quite nicely wet down Cassie's blond hair. I then watched Lisa take Cassie in her lap and bring them both to orgasm with their pussys rubbing together while I fingered my clit with our dildo in my butt. We were quite snug in our bed; not for the last time did we both wish for a king-sized bed, three good sized girls in a queen bed is a little tight.
I woke up in the morning to the sound of hushed giggling and the realization that my wrists and ankles had been tied to our bedframe and I was spread-eagled naked on our bed. Lisa was slowly tracing the outline of my pink nipples with her fingertip (I was always grateful she didn't go for long nails) while Cassie was slapping her heavy, warm breast against my clit. Lisa straddled my face and leaned forward to really maul my tits while Cassie continued to spank my pussy with her boobs; all of this resulting in a toweringly wonderful orgasm. My lovely Mean Girl girlfriend knows that if I can't thrash around my orgasms are more intense. After a long shower (our shower could only accommodate two) where Cassie let me pee on her tits (she did the same for me) we went out for breakfast at a place Cassie knew about in Bolingbrook where Lisa got a truly huge Dutch Baby and I was able to get some really delicious Eggs Benedict (Someday I will master hollandaise!).
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I was getting work with an electrical contractor who had the contract to do renovations at the old Paramount Theater on Stolp Island (an island in the Fox river). The old theater reminded me so much of the Central theater at home; it had been built in 1931 as one of the classic movie palaces and now not only showed classic movies (I had taken Lisa there to see The Maltese Falcon) but also live performances. Most of the guys I worked with were decent enough to me (I was the only woman on the crew) but, sadly, some of them were serious jerks. I was determined not to drop names but once, when we stopped for a break, while I was being questioned about my background I mentioned my work with The Chief and that made things a little better; he had served as an officer in the union at the state level and his name was known (especially to the older guys). It didn't make them all like me, but they at least seemed to acknowledge that I did know how to do my job.
We went to visit my friend Cornelius so that I could get some advice from him. Lisa had gotten resume packets made as she was putting in her name for auditions (I was never clear on how the entire process worked, it was quite byzantine) and she needed head shots. I wanted to take these, I loved taking photos of Lisa anyway, and I knew Cornelius had taken thousands of these photos over his long career. He no longer held court in his loft, he had moved to a retirement community and that was where we visited him. It was not as amazing and roomy as his old loft was but he had a nice multi-room apartment and he had one room set up as a small studio. As was his custom he greeted us as though we had saved his entire family from grisly deaths at some point in the past.
"Cynthia!" apart from Mom, Katherine, and my late friend Dr. Hirschhorn he was the only person who called me Cynthia on a regular basis, "What brings you to my little corner of the world?"
"I need your help to learn to take good head shots so Lisa can use them when she's applying for roles."
"Of course, my dear." He looked Lisa over, in my eyes she looked beautiful (as always), and smiled, "I can see you have studied other's head shots my dear, you chose your ensemble well."
Lisa gave Cornelius a radiant smile, "Thank you Mr. Llewellyn."
"You see Cynthia, she picked a nice, solid color top, you don't want the clothes to draw attention away from your subject. The dark gray top she's wearing really sets off her hair and it means we can use a black backdrop without her disappearing into it." I never would have thought of any of these things, I would have been too engrossed in getting the photos taken so that we could get back to fucking.
In his studio room he had various backdrops that would roll down like a movie screen. He pulled down one that was a dark gray and he told me that color would work better than black because it would make setting the exposure easier. He looked over at me, "I occupy myself by offering my services to my neighbors; I take lots of portraits of grandchildren."
I set up my camera the way I thought would work best and then he checked everything out. "You have a good feel for this Cynthia, we just need to move a few lights. We want to make sure we emphasize her eyes and her amazing hair." Cornelius' hair was also pure white, he and Lisa cut quite the amazing figure when they were together.
I went through four rolls of Kodak Portra (I bought pro film for this) and my hope was that out of 144 shots we got 10 really good ones, he assured me that was the usual ratio, "Not every shot is a masterpiece Cynthia, be prepared to cull out the bad ones." Cornelius clapped his hands, "Well done girls. Shall we go get some dinner?"
I was puzzled, "Even though we don't live here?"
He laughed a little, "I'll tell them you girls are family. Now, give me a few minutes to change." He came back a few minutes later in a very well-tailored blue pinstriped suit, looking fabulous (as always). It was nice getting chat with him and, of course, he had to introduce us to his neighbors. We felt decidedly underdressed (at least I did) but I could tell that anytime we came to visit we would be welcomed as long-lost granddaughters by most of the folks who lived there.
Before we left he handed Lisa a page from a notepad, "Call these people my dear, tell them I gave you the number. They will offer you wise counsel and, if you break out, any of them would be happy to represent you." Lisa gave him a big hug, which made him blush and several nearby older ladies giggle.
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We returned to Grant Park several times over the next two weeks, both for me to eat too much and to enjoy the music. One of the afternoon performances was the Grant Park Symphony and Rita had told us the Erin would be playing, which meant she wanted us to be there. It was a hot day and when we met up with Rita and Jan Rita's parents were there too along with Katherine. I always got a kick out of seeing Mr. G during his "down time" because seeing him in shorts, a broad straw hat, and a Hawaiian shirt contrasted so strongly with his fearsome reputation. What took our breath away however was seeing Katherine in some fairly tight shorts. We had never seen her dressed that casually; and besides she had truly amazing legs. I had some wonderful dirty thoughts of her and Erin in the shower with Erin shaving her legs.
Rita quietly told us, "Being open about her relationship with Erin has really helped Katherine to be able to relax." Jan added, "Nevertheless she has lost none of her intimidating courtroom demeanor." That didn't surprise us at all.
After the performance we found Erin as she was packing up her instruments. Lisa, who knew about these things, commented that Erin was quite talented since she played both a soprano and bass clarinet; I just noticed one was much bigger than the other. Erin did give Katherine a big hug and, standing on her toes, kissed her on the cheek; Katherine almost giggled and that was a really weird and also a very wonderful thing to see.
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Granddad came with us on the 4th of July to watch the fireworks out over Lake Michigan; it was certainly the most elaborate show we had ever seen, putting our small town's show to shame. We had gotten to the park early, Granddad wanted a Maxwell Street sausage and, as we were sitting at a table, I heard the unmistakable sound of a Cajun band coming from one of the stages. I grabbed Lisa and we hustled over there, Granddad was content to come sit and watch. Cajun music will get me out to dance like no other style (except perhaps a mosh pit) and so we were two very happy lesbians. The band was one I had heard of and they performed, among other songs, Professor Longhair's "Tipitina." We were sitting down, I was rather sweaty (Lisa seemingly does not sweat) when I heard something very familiar.
I grabbed Lisa's hand, "Babe! Do you hear that?" Lisa listened carefully and I saw her pretty face light up when she recognized the song, it was the first song we ever danced to; back in high school it had been just the two of us, naked, dancing to a vaguely Irish song from a CD I had found in the dollar bin at the record store I worked at, "Keester McGee's Favourite Drinking Song." Lisa taught me to waltz using this song and when I finally made through the song without stepping on her toes she had bent me over her bed and greedily ate my pussy. We got out on the dancefloor (O.K., dance grass) and I even (sort of) led. The song really lent itself to the Cajun sound with an accordion and when it was done the band took a break.
The fiddle player, a cute redhead that Lisa felt looked droolingly similar to Molly Ringwald, had noticed we were the only girls dancing together. I told her the story of the song and I could tell she really liked that it was our special song, along with "Storybook Love" from The Princess Bride. I asked her what they would be playing in their second set; there were some titles I didn't recognize, her accent was pretty strong and I actually tried to talk with her in French, she thought that was very cute. I recognized the traditional Cajun song "Allons Dancer Colinda" and I was happy to hear they would also play Paul Simon's "That Was Your Mother, I love the line "Catch a little bit of those Cajun girls dancing the zydeco". By now the rest of the band was listening in and drinking beer (they offered us some, which was welcome on such a hot day) and I heard Josette (the fiddle player) mentioning Tete-blanc and Bouclée, which I recognized as "Curly" and "White-hair." Lisa agreed with me that Josette looked like she would be fun in bed, but sadly we never got to find out. I worked off the pizza (the thin crust tavern-style loved by Southsiders) dancing with vigor; Lisa really had fun, she loves dancing with me, especially when I grab her butt.
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It was in late July that I came home, somewhat dirty from pulling wire through the ceiling of the Paramount, only to be mauled by my girlfriend the minute I came through the door. Lisa was jumping up and down and I could see she had taken her bra off because her boobs were bouncing in a wonderfully distracting way.
"I got a part baby! I'm on my way!"
"What show?" She had been auditioning for all kinds of parts, mostly in the Aurora area but some that would be put on by the big theater companies in the city.
"It's up in Geneva," Geneva is a town about 30 minutes north of Aurora, "It's a production of Kiss Me Kate. It's a musical incorporating The Taming of the Shrew by Cole Porter. I have one of the lead female roles, Lois Lane." She looked at me and then stuck her tongue out, "No silly, not the one from Superman (we both found Margot Kidder amazingly sexy). It's a really famous show, it won a Tony in 1949."
I kissed her long and hard as I was pushing her into the bedroom. She was only wearing panties and a t-shirt so it took longer to get me naked. I was on top of her, kissing her wildly as I rubbed my pussy on hers. She dug her fingers into as she came first, though I was not far behind. We got ourselves cleaned up and put on some real clothes to upstairs to tell Granddad. He was very happy for Lisa, he remembered going to see the show back in the 1960's and he assured he would be there for opening night.
We went out to celebrate, going to the closest thing Aurora had to a gay bar, Chalkey's Billiard Academy; it was the place we had found when we first moved here. I was hoping Alina would be in tonight. The bar had started serving a beer made by Sprecher in Milwaukee; it was a dark German lager called Black Bavarian. I thought it was quite good and I would introduce Jan to it when I got the chance. Lisa ordered some wine to start with, to go along with our thin crust pizza but later on she switched to very flammable Irish whiskey and soda. We had been there a little while when I saw Alina come in, I was initially excited but then I saw she was with a guy. She saw us and the two of them came over to our table.
"Girls, this is Michael. He's the other gay person in the office." We both smiled, this answered two questions at once; we now knew we had a chance to get Alina in our bed and that we didn't have to compete with Michael.
Michael was of middling height, a little shorter than Lisa, with wavy black hair; Lisa assured me he was pretty cute and that if Ellie and Rita were here they would both be trying to get at his cock. "Hello Ladies," he did have a quite nice, if a bit crooked, smile.
I already had my hand on Alina's warm thigh, "Does Michael work with you?"
"He works for the company that handles ordering for the county, I see him in the office a lot."
Lisa was getting a bit wobbly from her whiskey and soda, "I can't place your accent. Where are you from?"
"I was born in Ireland, near the city of Limerick. My parents moved her when I was 10 and dad got a job as an engineer at the Motorola factory near Harvard."
"Mikey here is another kid who disappointed his high-powered immigrant parents." Alina was working on an equally flammable Cutty Sark and soda (Lisa had tried scotch, she didn't like it) and she actually pushed my hand up closer to her pussy; I felt myself getting quite damp. "Michael also does some drag shows, he's funny as hell when he wants to be."
Lisa's eyes lit up, "Do you know of a drag performer named Lady Victoria?"
"I do. She's quite the legend."
Lisa smiled, "We've met her, she gave me her tiara."
"I'll have to see that sometime." He looked over at Alina, I think he knew her well enough to know what gutter her mind was in, "Fancy a game before you leave to ravish these poor girls?"
"Sure."
This was the night I was truly introduced to snooker. The physics of the game was not unlike regular 8-ball pool, but there were a lot more balls, the table was bigger, and the pockets were smaller. As near as I could tell Alina was good, but Michael was very good and he beat her most convincingly. He said his goodbyes and he left, leaving us girls barely able to contain our rampant lust.
Lisa leaned over, trying to talk quietly but also trying not to giggle (she's a giggly drunk much of the time), "We would very much like to fuck you now. Both of us. At the same time."
Alina, who was pretty wobbly, got up, taking us both by the hand. "Let's go to your place." And so off we went. I had only consumed two bottles of beer so I pretty much had to carry both girls into the apartment. Lisa and Alina practically attacked each other as I slid my jeans and panties off so I could rub my pussy as I watched. They had been talking about catfighting on the ride home and, even though it was more my thing than Lisa's, Lisa was really eager to go at it with our chunky friend. I feared Lisa's t-shirt, which she got when we went to Atlanta to see Phantom of the Opera might get torn but it survived Alina pulling it off over Lisa's head. I did hear fabric tearing as Alina pulled on Lisa's panties but we could always go to Target for more of those.
The two girls went at it with a vengeance, Lisa really surprised me because she and Alina were really throwing punches, mauling each other's tits, and biting each other. I thought Alina might have gotten Lisa down when she grabbed my baby's white pubic hair and pulled on it, but in the end Lisa got those deadly legs around Alina's neck and I think Alina may have passed out for a few seconds. Lisa immediately sat on Alina's cute face, gripping her black hair and grinding her pussy on Alina's eager tongue. I had managed to get the blankets out but Lisa's orgasm was epic enough to soak right through three of them and she may have almost drowned poor Alina.
Lisa had gone right past Horny Elf Queen and onto what I could only describe as "Red Sonja in Heat." I had not seen her like this since we had seen Molly Ringwald's tits in Malicious and I was loving it. She dragged me out of our wingback chair and slid between my legs so she could relentlessly grind her pussy on mine. I was already close to orgasm and I came quite quickly; Lisa rolled onto her back, panting, and I pulled Alina over to me.
"Fuck me with your tits sweetie!" Alina's breasts were almost as big as Rita's but they were much softer. Alina knew what I was asking for because she went to work with her dark brown nipples rubbing on my clit and I think she really enjoyed my heel slamming into her shoulder. I got her on her hands and knees, she was still quite wobbly, I went in with my tongue caressing both her quite meaty pussy (she shaved her pussy, which saddened me) and her butt, bringing her to a squeaking, twitching orgasm.
We were all in a pile on the (now wet) moving blankets, I was rubbing Lisa's butt, Lisa was playing with Alina's hair and Alina was playing with my boobs. I gave Lisa's firm butt a light smack, "Wow baby! What got into you?"
Lisa blushed a little, "I think I suddenly got jealous and I wanted to show Alina that you belong to me.
Alina turned her head so she could bite at Lisa's warm boob, "Well there's no question about that. You two were amazing, I haven't had a three way in some time and I forgot how wild they can be."
I kissed Alina on the forehead, "I'm sure we will do it again. Who knows, maybe we'll have some more friends over and have a proper orgy.
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It was weird having life just keep going on like before during the summer. I had spent so many years in school that I had just gotten into the mindset that summer was somehow "Outside of Time," but now that we were both proper working women summer was just another season of the year.
The job at the Paramount finished up so that meant I would be back at the union hall looking for another job, but while I still could I took Lisa to the theater, it's on an island in the Fox River, one hot August afternoon to show her what we had done. I was quite proud of my part in the project, and besides my sweetie had dreams of being on that stage someday. There were a few people inside but they didn't pay much heed to us. Earl, the building manager, waved us in as he worked on some mountain of paperwork. I showed Lisa up around the catwalks where I had dragged so many cables; she was impressed I had repressed my dislike of edges. We went down to the main floor and Lisa gave me a proper kiss, much to the amusement of some of the staff, and then she went up on the stage. She went through her little ritual of looking down, taking a deep breath and then looking up, locking her bright blue eyes on me. I figured she was going to sing a bit and I knew the other people there in the auditorium for in for a treat; I was not wrong.
Look at me, there has to be
Something more than what they see
Wholesome and pure, oh, so scared and unsure
A poor man's Sandra Dee
Here there was a pause and a deep breath. I knew she had tears in her blue eyes because they were shining in the lights.
Sandy, you must start anew
Don't you know what you must do?
Hold your head high
Take a deep breath and sigh
Goodbye to Sandra Dee
Just like she had done back in high school she put everything she had, vocally speaking, into the last line (and that's a lot). Looking around I could see the people who were there in the auditorium were now all looking at my beautiful girlfriend up on that stage with varying degrees of awe, there was even a smattering of applause. I ran up onto the stage and we kissed very theatrically, each kicking a foot back like something from the 1950's, with people clapping for us.
On our way out of the building Earl asked me, "I heard Lisa from out here, did you go up in the sound booth and turn up the system?"
"No Earl, that was all my Lisa. My sweetie has got some real pipes."
He looked a Lisa with new respect, "Damn girl. I hope we get to see you up on that stage sometime."
Lisa, who was holding me tight, smiled, "I want that too."
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On the last Saturday in August we got ourselves ready to ride up to the little town of Grayslake, Illinois for the Cruise Night at the Dog `n' Suds. It was a little over an hour ride up there, we would almost be in Wisconsin, but it was a warm, but not too hot late summer day which made it perfect for a motorcycle ride. I had my sound system connected up on the bike and a supply of change in my tank bag for the tollbooths and we were ready to go. I called Lee, she and Chase lived at about the midpoint between Aurora and Grayslake, because I thought she could write a story for the newspaper group about the Cruise Night, Lee agreed with me and said she and Chase would be there. I called Jan too, he said her and Rita would try to make it and he was anxious to show off his BMW,
Lisa and I had our summer jackets on, they were ventilated so they weren't too hot, they were certainly more comfortable than leather for an August ride. I had my camera gear with me because I had hopes of getting photos of Lisa with the old cars and bikes. I was wearing jeans and my Doc Martens with black suspenders (Lisa said they bracketed my tits nicely) and a white Grateful Dead shirt. Lisa had carefully packed a knee length skirt, show hoped to be able to change when we got there, but a skirt is not good for riding so she was wearing her tight jeans and her white high-tops with a white top and a pink sweater (very Sandra Dee) with a white neckerchief; she looked like a total 1950's pin-up girl.
I parked off to the side, my bike was not anywhere near the same level of coolness as the classics that were parked around the restaurant. Sadly, there was no place for Lisa to change so I had to be content with seeing her in nice, tight jeans; it was no great sacrifice on my part. Just as I had thought would happen Lisa was a very popular model (she was not the only girl there posing) and I was taking pictures like mad. I kept scanning the crowd and I finally spotted a tall woman with short, magenta hair. I waved wildly and they came over; Chase looked amazing in some tight shorts and a white tank top (I love her amazingly long legs), Lee was classic Lee in her jeans and one of her many softball jerseys. She thanked me for the tip, she said her editor felt this was one of those local interest stories that the paper's readers would love to see. I promised Lee I would share my prints with her, I'd run them up to her as soon as I got the film processed. Rita wasn't able to come, she had some sort of meeting at the art museum, but Jan arrived on her BMW. Lee and Chase had not seen him for a while, Chase in particular thought Jan was quite handsome and she loved his European manners, I'm guessing she noticed the bulge in his jeans too.
My best photos were one of Lisa leaning, carefully, on a classic Buick Roadmaster and one of her sitting, again very carefully, on a beautifully restored Indian Four that had been purchased by the Chicago Police Department way back in 1937. I promised the owners I would send copies of the photos too them. I also ate more coney dogs than was probably wise but, at least for that night, I did not care.
Lee and Chase wanted us to come by their place but we had to get home. Sunday afternoon I took my film to Target to get it processed overnight and to get double prints. Chuck had left a message on our machine (Remember answering machines dear readers?) that he had an opportunity that he thought I was qualified for and that I would be interested in and for me to come see him after Labor Day.
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At one of our union meetings there was a signup sheet passed around for the Aurora Labor Day parade. I had met quite a few people in my local, and while I had not made a big deal out of me being gay I hadn't hidden it anyway. I felt that most of the guys (there were only 6 women in the local) really didn't care. A smaller number openly accepted me, even if they didn't understand me, and more than a few would tease me about how I wound up with an ethereal beauty like Lisa. Gloria, a member who owned her own business, reminded me it was one of the responsibilities of the younger members to be in the parade but that there would be beer and ribs (one of the guys was a competitive barbeque cook and damn good at it) at the end. She told me families were welcome to walk along too and so I signed me and Lisa up.
The parade was smaller than the ISU and IWU Homecoming parades, but now we did not have a large group of fellow gay people to march with. Lisa and I talked a lot about this, she is sensitive about my tendency to hide my sexuality with people I don't know well, while she is very proud of who she is and who I am. She is also pragmatic and she agreed, though not happily, that being too "Out" when we were newcomers to the community might not be the best plan. She had this lingering fear that I was somehow embarrassed about her and I would remind her that, especially now that we were out in the real world, that I moved in a different, and often less accepting, space than she did.
The parade was fun and we did hold hands the entire way; we also wore our Pride bracelets. The route went by the American Legion post and we both made sure to wave to Granddad and Clifton, I could tell Granddad was proudly telling his friends who me and Lisa were. We often went with him the Legion post, especially on bingo night, and most of the old guys (as near as we could tell) chose to ignore the fact that we were a couple. There were a few, like Clifton, Lillah, and many members of the Ladies Auxiliary, who happily accepted us; the ladies especially thought we were amazingly cute; it did not hurt either that I always brought something yummy for the regular potlucks, tasty food often leads to acceptance.
I had made a big bowl of Cajun spiced potato salad (Granddad adored it) and that went over well. I was, however, a total mess after consuming a rack of pork ribs, and even though I was full I would have probably tried to eat some more if there had not also been a whole table of desserts. It reminded me a lot of the Juneteenth picnic the time we went to church with Dennis' grandmother except there were also coolers filled with beer. It was a nice end to the summer.
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Chuck, at the union hall, told me that the contractor on a large government job needed more people and that some of the job involved A/V and videoconferencing upgrades and installation. The downside was the job was in Batavia, which is about half an hour drive from home. I didn't care, I told him I would take it.
"Where's the job at?" I asked.
Chuck smiled, "It's at Fermilab, I figured you would like that; what with you having a science background and all."
I smiled broadly, "That is cool. Do you think there's any chance I would be working with any of the research equipment?"
"You never know, it could happen. I do have some paperwork you have to fill out. Because it's a government job and the Department of Energy Is involved you have to have a background check." He must have seen concern on my face, "Don't worry, you're young enough to not have a record, at least I hope not." He laughed a little, telling me that there were other guys in the local that might not pass that check.
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That night I made sloppy joes for the three of us. Lisa and Granddad were both very excited for me. My hope was that if there was someplace on-site I could leave my toolbox I could then ride my motorcycle to the job, weather permitting. It would be a nice ride along the river, especially coming home.
Downstairs in our apartment Lisa was snuggled up next to me in bed, both of us savoring the feel of our naked bodies. She was playing with my curly hair and occasionally licking my nipple.
"I'm proud of you baby, you're heading off to do something new and I think you'll love it."
I sniffled a little, "When Chuck told me I would be working at the lab my first thought was how excited Dr. Hirschhorn will be to hear this. I wish I could tell him; I really miss that old man."
Lisa got on top of me, boob to boob, her blue eyes fixed on mine, "He knows sweetie, I am confident he knows." She pinned my wrists to the mattress and began slowly rubbing her pussy on mine, her stiff nipples brushing over mine. We were kissing each other hard, which muffled our moans, and Lisa took her time bringing me to orgasm and I climaxed about a minute before she did. We fell asleep holding on tight to each other.
I did actually work at the Fermilab site for several months and it was a fascinating time. I have always had an interest in science, even if I wasn't always particularly good at it in school, and it was contacts I made while on that job which led me to introducing our friend Cassie to her current husband (more on that later) and also leading me into the job that I still have. I also actually learned to play snooker as well, which is something I still enjoy and find almost meditative. I love hearing from my readers (cattingcindy@yahoo.com) and please consider a donation to the Nifty archive (https://donate.nifty.org) At the time of this writing (January 2025) fires are still raging in Southern California so, if you can, please do what you can to help the people, and the animals, affected by the fires.