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Tgff, rom, spank, interracial, intergenerational, mild BDSM, Witchcraft
This story contains sex, full frontal nudity, bondage, SM, transsexuals,
lesbians and a few other things that might not be legal in your locale.
If you do not choose to read about this, or if it is illegal for you to
do so, do not read it. Skip it in its entirety. Avoid it at all costs.
However, if you wish to continue, you may find this isn't your typical
wank story. Each part has something of a plot, or at least a reason
for happening, and the whole story is filled with very much love and
romance, and a moderate amount of sex. Sorry, guys looking for typical
TG stories won't find this one real interesting. Tough. It is, however,
realistic. It's about me ("Jeannette" aka "Jean"), my fiancee Michelle
(aka Chelle), and another friend of mine, Rachel. None of this story
actually happened, and I've never met Rachel in real life, yet I've tried
to show us all realistically, as we might have done the events described.
I wrote most of this a year ago. It is my second-ever attempt at writing
anything serious. Once I finish it, I'll also post the first attempt,
which I call "Rewards." I call this one, "Us Three."
Enjoy.
Blessed Be
Jeannette
mswillow@nomorespam.juno.com
Oh, just because I'm sharing this with y'all doesn't mean that it's not
copyrighted. It is. However, I WILL let y'all make copies of it, ifn
you give me the credit (or assign me the blame) for having written it.
If you're making money off of it, that's great too. Hope you make a
big-assed pile of it, so you can roll around in it and retire forever,
and hire Bill Gates to lick your shoes clean for you. Just please keep
me as the author of this, ok? Thanks. Jeannette
Us Three copyright (c) 1997, 1998 Jeannette Cathy Wilson
Part Seven
Hard to believe it, but I met Michelle just about two years
ago. So much in my life has changed since then, so much for
the better. I had a new job, where they only knew me as
Jeannette, I lived in a new town where I was only known as
Jeannette, I had Michelle and Rachel living with me, going
to school there, I had friends, a new "family", a real
social life (like, hey, you think I only write erotica all
day long? :) ). I started preparing for our celebration
way early, by calling Wonderland, and asking when their "Gay
Day" was this year. I had the tickets sent to us at home,
weeks in advance.
I asked the grrls to keep that date open. August 9th it
was, this year. Last year it was the 10th. I told my
bosses that nothing, I mean *NOTHING*, not even the second
coming, was going to get me to abort that weekend. For a
change, things went right. They screwed up the following
weekend, to keep things even.
Rachel and Michelle were all excited. Me, I stayed calm.
Yeah, sure. Well, OK, honestly I tried to *look* calm. I
was as excited as a kid in at Christmas too.
"What should I wear?" asked Rachel, who had never been to
Canada before.
"Wear whatever you're comfy in. Pack a tee shirt, and maybe
a sweater, cause last year it was pretty cool out there." I
told her.
I packed basically the same outfit I wore the year before -
white slacks, a silk tank top (white, not blue, this year),
white silk bikini undies, white gym shoes with rainbow
laces, white socks... and *no* bra. See, when the silk
tank top and slacks get wet, they go almost transparent.
I'll get to show off my nipple rings and tattoos, be an
exhibitionist, tease the str8 guys and drool over the str8
wimmin. Maybe, if I was lucky, I'd bag another
"conversion", and put myself one step closer to the color TV
(I already have three toaster ovens :) ).
We got our stuff packed into our packs and saddle bags,
hopped on our bikes and cruised off to Toronto, stopping
every hour or so to get off and stretch. Chelle was on her
new (to her) Gold Wing, I rode behind her, and Rachel had
her little Kawasaki. We crossed the border with only mild
delay, and laid down a trail to the campground.
I got the tent up while Chelle and Rachel started dinner.
We had made good time, it was still daylight out when we
arrived. I was glad, that meant we had time to play. All
day long I'd been "feeling" my two, enjoying having
something pulsating between their legs. Even tired as we
all were, they were hotter than a three dollar pistol.
After dinner, we snuggled around the fire, nibbling on
s'mores and pie-dies, snuggling close, feeding each other.
Yes, we drew stares from other campers. We're used to that
by now, and don't let it bother us.
Rachel was feeding Michelle some of her cherry piedie, when
a blob of the filling fell out and landed on Chelle's
breast. Naturally, Rachel leaned over and licked it off.
Pretty soon they were necking in earnest, oblivious to the
surroundings.
I enjoying was "listening in", as I find that much easier
since that night, when I heard somebody clearing her throat.
"Yes?" I asked, seeing the park ranger standing there before
me.
"Oh, just collecting the fees for the site. How long are
you planning to stay?"
"We're planning to leave here on Sunday, ma'am."
"Oh, don't be so formal. Call me Beth, please."
"Fine, Beth. I'm Jean, and those two over there are my
grrlfriends. Rachel is the blonde, and Michelle is the
brunette."
Beth licked her lips, then said "What a fine pair they make.
Are they always this amorous?"
I laughed. "No, sometimes they're worse. We had a long
ride, and that usually makes them very horny."
Beth sat down at the table, looking a bit flushed. She kept
glancing over at my two lovebirds, still going at it, tho
neither one had yet removed any clothing...
"Ummm... well... I see from your plates that you're in
from Wisconsin?"
I nodded, filling out the forms for the campsite.
"What brings you all the way out here?"
"Well, Wonderland is having their annual Gay Day, and that's
kind of Michelle and my anniversary. It'll be two years ago
on Sunday that we first met. I thought we'd all come out to
remember it."
"How sweet. I've never been to a Gay celebration before.
Was it fun?"
Just then, they got up.
"Um, Jean, we're kind of tired now." said Michelle. She
gets kind of inhibited when she knows she's being watched.
"OK, you grrls go crawl in your sleeping bags. I'll be
there in a few minutes."
"OK, see you then" said Rachel, as she climbed in to the
tent.
"Well, I'd best be going... I have more work to do
tonight."
I had a hunch about Beth... Sometimes, you need to just
*do* it.
"Beth? Look, if you'd like to come to Wonderland tomorrow,
you're most welcome..."
By the mix of emotions on her face, I could tell that I had
guessed right. Another very bi curious str8 woman, hoping
soon to be an ex-str8 woman. Toaster oven, hell, I'm going
for the color TV!
"... and you could ride behind Rachel."
I had her! *giggle* Oh, this was too easy! *smirk*
See, I'm different from most lesbians (yeah, well, *besides*
that, smart ass!). Many of them don't want to have a thing
to do with bi women, let alone str8 women who are curious.
Me, I love *people*, not labels. I don't care if she's
"straight" or not, if I like her and she's interested, well,
let's just say that, far more often than not, they aren't so
straight after I'm done with them.
We made plans to meet her tomorrow, and I retired for the
evening. I hung around, putting the fire out, doing the
dishes, until I "felt" that my two were done. I unzipped
the tent and went in.
"What was that all about?" asked Rachel, her hair all a-
muss.
"Well, I invited her to go with us tomorrow. Her name is
Beth, and I'm sure she's dying to meet some real, live
lesbians, hoping and fearing that she'll get lucky."
"Uh oh, do I see another conversion coming on?" Michelle
smirked. The grrl knew me too well.
"Could be..." I replied, licking my lips. "Now, mind if I
crawl in with you two beauties?"
"Hey, stop! Your feet are cold!"
I soon got very warm, snuggled between two beautiful
eighteen year olds... I think the other campers got to
sleep about one, cause that's when the moaning and screaming
stopped coming from our tent.
The next morning dawned bright and clear.
"It looks like it's going to be a scorcher", I said between
bites of a Mexican Omelette. "Everybody wear light stuff,
and plenty of sunblock."
"God, you sound just like my Mother!" groaned Rachel. I
laughed. Yes, in some ways I *am* their Mom, and in other
ways, I'm just like them. The joys of being transsexual, I
guess, of never really having been a child tho I am now 38.
We finished dishes, grabbed our clothes and headed for the
shower. Yes, it's not "real" camping, but there are certain
amenities that I just don't want to leave behind. As usual,
we showered together, um, to, um, save water, yeah, that's
it. We kept feeding it quarters till we were all very
clean, and well satisfied. What a way to start the day,
making love in the shower at a campground, with two
beautiful, radiant eighteen year olds. *SMILE* AnitaR, eat
your heart out!
I blow-dried my hair as fast as I could, got all made up
(hey, it's *tough* being the lipstick lesbian in this crew!
Tough, but fun :) ), and they both generously volunteered to
smear me with sunblock. It was near noon when we pulled up
at the office, looking for Beth. She heard us coming (as
did most of the campers last night, but that's different :)
).
"Bye, Dave! I'll be back later tonight!" she said, into the
closing doorway.
"Beth, I think I introduced these two last night. Michelle,
Rachel, meet Beth. She's a ranger here, and she wanted to
go to Gay Day with us."
Beth blushed.
"Climb on, Beth. Do you have sunglasses?" asked Rachel. We
quickly got seated and away we went.
Goddess, we must have been a sight! Four women on two
bikes, in leather chaps (me) or pants (Rachel and Michelle),
Beth wearing cutoffs that showed off her tan, lean, muscular
legs. Both Beth and I were holding on for all we were
worth, hugging our drivers tight. We didn't need the
rainbow flags on the bikes to proclaim "Dykes!" to all who
saw us. Gotta love this crew *grins*
We parked, I stripped out of my chaps, and bought Beth her
ticket, then we all went in, immediately going to get our
little red flags. Those showed that we were allowed in to
the gay day only section.
"This makes us visible to the other queers here, Beth and
Rachel. Last time, we didn't get these till late."
We wandered, rode the rollercoasters (Michelle and Beth
screamed, Rachel and I didn't), oogled the cute babes, held
hands, kissed and talked, I took Michelle and Rachel on the
world's tallest swingset (13 stories tall, you're doin' 60+
MPH at the bottom of the swing) while Beth took pictures
(Michelle and I screamed, Rachel didn't :) ), oogled the
cute babes, had lunch, kissed and groped, rode a few tamer
rides, oogled the cute babes, kissed and snuggled, went on
the water ride (what I was waiting for! I got
***soaked***!), oogled the cute babes, caught a few oogling
back (the transparent silk tank top sure helped, and I
*wasn't* wearing a bra...), and ended up as Michelle and I
did last year, eating strawberry-topped funnel cake atop the
small hill. As I had done with Michelle before, this time
we all did with each other, feeding another person, holding
a strawberry in our mouth and kissing, snuggling, groping
and gawking. I loved being out in the sun, effectively
almost nude thanks to the wet silk, my tattoos and nipple
rings showing off for all to see.
"Beth, I'd like to thank you for coming with us today."
"No, I'd like to thank you! I've always thought it must be
fun with women, but I never knew how to start. I don't even
know where to look!"
"Well, we're still not done." I stood up. "Shall we go to
the gay section and get Beth some places to go?"
I helped Michelle up, and she helped Rachel up. Beth got up
on her own, those long legs stretching in the late-afternoon
sun.
We showed our ribbons at the gate, and were admitted to the
special section. Soon we were drooling over all the
merchandise and the wimmin. I picked up a few more rainbow
flags, Rachel bought two CDs, and Beth bought a pin that
said "Don't assume I'm straight." We picked up a new Pink
Pages directory for us, and one for Beth as well, and then
we danced...
We danced fast dances, and slow dances, we danced singles
and couples and line dances, we traded partners and danced,
we swapped in the middle of dancing, we were oblivious to
anything else besides us, our bodies moving as though
possessed by the music. I even got the DJ to play my
favorite, the "Erotic Trance Mix" of Fem2Fem's song,
"Switch", and I tranced out to the music, dancing in a world
all by myself for as long as it lasted. By the end of my
"solo", I had collected a few fans. I saw Beth chatting
away with another girl, and I smiled.
Beth introduced us to her new friend, Candace, and I
introduced my two grrls to her. We stayed till they kicked
us out at closing, when Beth pulled me aside.
"Listen, Jean, would you mind terribly if I got a ride home
with Candace?" She blushed. A ride home wasn't the only
thing she was hoping to get from Candace, I chuckled to
myself. Well, at least I'll get credit for an assist.
<GRIN>
"No, not at all, Beth. I'm glad we had the chance to bring
you along."
When we left camp the next day, she had just returned to work,
looking a bit worn out, but smiling happily.
We got a Christmas card from her that winter. Seems she and
Candace had a falling out over a Latino woman, and Beth was
once again single. She lamented not having the guts to tell
me why she went back with Candace, that she "wanted a real
woman", and not me. The last time I heard, she was in a 12-
step program, trying to stay sober and avoiding the bar
scene. She still hadn't found a stable lover. And I, the
implied not-real woman, still have my two primaries, a
handful of secondaries, three toaster ovens and a new, big-
screen color television. But there are still times when I'd
trade all I have, just for a chance to be female like Beth,
just for one day.
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