Message-ID: <12118eli$9806121636@qz.little-neck.ny.us> X-Archived-At: From: mswillow@juno.com (Jeannette C Wilson) Subject: Us Three, part 7 Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d Path: qz!not-for-mail Organization: The Committee To Thwart Spam Approved: X-Moderator-Contact: Eli the Bearded X-Story-Submission: X-Original-Message-ID: <19980612.131424.7615.6.MsWillow@juno.com> 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. "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. _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. 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