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Right from the Start, Chapter Seven - By: Beverly Taff
Simon: The main character;
Dorie Lou: The girl next Door;
Mrs Benson(Jane): Dorie Lou's mother;
Mary and Sandra: Simon's other classmates in school;
Miss Webster: Their form teacher;
Sophia: Mary's mother;
Alicia: Sandra's mother.
Chapter Seven
In the early morning, Sandra's mum was woken by more squeals of delight
as her daughter and three houseguests shared the bathroom. She smiled as
she prepared breakfast. For a few months now she had been wondering if
her daughter had problems at school for she rarely mentioned boys and
never seemed to bring any boyfriends home. The pyjama party had settled
her mind somewhat for it demonstrated that she had been perhaps expecting
too much of her daughter too early. It seemed that her daughter Sandra
was still at the 'all girls together' stage of pyjama parties and
suchlike. Sandra's mum liked Simone and Dorie Lou for they were such
sweet and polite girls. As the girls bounced gaily down to breakfast
Sandra's mum beamed with pleasure. It was lovely to have a houseful of
children.
The breakfast room rang with happy laughter as the other girl's related
stuff about boys at school that Sandra had never divulged. Sandra's mum
did not realise it was all a blind carefully orchestrated by the four to
mislead Sandra's mother into thinking Sandra actually had a boyfriend. No
boy's name was actually mentioned but hints and intimations created the
impression that Sandra had her eye on one particular boy.
"Well," surmised Sandra's Mother, "It's a holiday today girls. What are
your plans?"
"We're going down to the mall," they chorused.
"Oh. Stupid question I suppose; boys and clothes is it?"
"Eh. No, were handing out leaflets for Adrian's restaurant. He's
organising a promotion."
"Trying to win the townsfolk over is he?"
"Well. It's just business. You can't blame him for trying," replied Dorie
Lou.
"Oh, I'm not condemning him. It will be nice to have a nightspot in the
town. I'll be going there for lunch anyway. I'm meeting your mothers
there."
With this the girls quickly cleared the table then, after washing the
dishes, they boarded a bus into town. Sandra's mum smiled as she watched
Sandra laughing and joking with her friends at the bus stop.
'Yes,' she thought, 'my daughter's certainly growing up.'
In town the girls quickly exhausted the bundle of Adrian's promotional
flyers. Nearly everybody was prepared to be stopped by a pretty girl
and given a leaflet. Especially as different leaflets offered reduced
prices for different days. Passers by were accosted and offered different
dates to dine if one particular day was not convenient. By eleven, the
girls' task was completed and they gathered at the milk bar annex to
Adrian's. This was a favourite haunt for the girls of Simone's school
because it provided a panoramic view of a huge swathe of the mall.
Girls could sit at the high stools in the raised window bar and stare
down into the milling throng. As they commented on favourite boys who
might pass by, they knew the boys were straining to look through the
heavy glass panels to see if they could see up their skirts. Naturally
the girls wore short skirts and if they fancied a boy there might just be
an 'accidental' parting of the knees. It was a game as old as mankind
itself.
Even Simone indulged in 'panty-flashing' occasionally because she
savoured the control it gave her over these crude Neanderthal 'glands'
that lumbered about in the pit below. Simone had no interest in boys
however, for despite her girliness, Simone was a heterosexual shemale and
actually liked women. Dorie Lou was Simone's dream partner; a really
girly girl who liked her boyfriends just like Simone. It was a match that
a heterosexual shemale could only dream of. In the afternoon, they did
what girls did best, shopped. In the changing rooms Sandra and Mary could
not resist helping Simone to change for they were fascinated by the new
discoveries about Simone.
"It's terrific!" giggled Sandra constantly, "Nobody would ever know. Just
look how those Capri pants hug your delicious curves. You're just so
girly."
"Yes. Did you see how Jacky Morris's eyes undressed you in the mall,"
added Mary, "you've got an admirer there."
"Ugh! He's an ape," protested Simone.
The girls continued giggling and trying on clothes until the saleslady
arrived.
"Have you decided yet girls? We'll be closing in fifteen minutes."
Simone studied her curves in the mirror and decided to buy the skintight
Capri pants. The scalloped edge of her lacy panty line left little to the
imagination but Simone knew that's just what Neanderthals like Jacky
Morris understood. She smirked knowingly at Dorie Lou and replied to the
Saleslady.
"I'll take the teal and the white ones, then I'll wear the black ones."
The other girls had also chosen other colours so the saleslady's mood
changed at the prospect of nearly a dozen pairs being sold.
Outside, Mary turned to the others.
"We're all wearing black Capri pants. It looks like a gang style or
something."
"Yeah just look at this lot," replied Sandra as the girls watched a crowd
of the high-school football jocks approaching.
"You can put your eyes back in boys!" called Mary as the boys stared
slack jawed.
"And stop slavering," added Dorie Lou.
"What'cher doin' tonight?" grunted one of the less intelligent boys whom
Simone thought resembled a gorilla.
"Going banana picking," riposted Simone.
The remark flew over the heads of most of the boys but one or two got the
joke. They smiled for even they had the sense to be embarrassed by the
antics of the more simian members of the team.
Then the boy's eyes latched onto some other girls and their limited
attention spans quickly forgot about the foursome as they lumbered off in
a predatory mush.
The four friends watched them leave then they decided to go and see a
chick flick. Finally the day ended and their mothers collected them
outside the mall. At home before they went to bed, Dorie Lou and Simone
chatted with their mother Mrs Benson. They discussed their friends Sandra
and Mary.
"They aren't really interested in boys," observed Dorie Lou, "they've got
each other."
"Well, they're still a bit young just yet," replied Mrs Benson.
"No, you don't get it," repeated Simone, "they'll never be interested in
boys. They're gay."
"Oh. That will disappoint Sandra's mother. She's set her heart on
becoming a grandmother."
Simone and Dorie Lou fell quiet and let the remark pass. They had thought
that this declaration might shock their mother. Mrs Benson was obviously
made of stronger stuff. She pretended to read nothing into her daughters'
silence and finally declared that it was time for bed.
"Well, you two had better go up and get ready. I'm feeling a bit heavy."
Simone and Dorie Lou knew the routine well. They would wash and clean up
then join their mother in her bed for their nightly treat. Eagerly, they
skipped upstairs and completed their ablutions before happily scampering
down the hall to their mother's bed. The girls still indulged in Mrs
Benson's nightly treat and they eagerly squirmed between her bed sheets
as they took their place one to either breast.
Mrs Benson was a woman in her late thirties and still a very pretty
woman. Her breasts were still firm despite the nightly pleasures that she
shared with her girls. She knew that Simone found her very attractive
because, despite Simone's newly learned feminine wiles, she caught the
attractive young shemale slyly studying her curves. Despite Simone's
obviously feminine appearance, the occasional lustful glance escaped from
her normally modest and lady-like demeanour. Occasionally, as they
prepared for bed, Mrs Benson caught Simone's secretive glances reflected
in the large bedroom mirror on the dressing room door.
'Oh yes,' thought Mrs Benson, 'here was a perfect little lady boy, a
sissy, a pantywaist.' However, knowing that Simone was really attracted
to girls only tantalised Mrs Benson further. She sensed the little
shemale's burgeoning feelings every time Simone settled contentedly at
her breast. Simone could not hide her needs and as often as not, Dorie
Lou would gently extend her soft silky legs across her mother's knees to
savour Simone's licentious squirming.
This night was just such a night. Simone had no sooner latched gently
onto Mrs Benson's nipple than she was gently frotting her sensitive
little boy clitty against Mrs Benson's knee. Mrs Benson was too engrossed
in her own pleasures as the two teenager's soft delicate lips sucked
softly on her supersensitive nipples.
Dorie Lou however, was not going to let Simone have it all her own way.
Dorie Lou usually wore high gloss tights to bed under her silky all-in-
one pyjamas and she knew that a delicate toe pressed into Simone's crotch
would invariably trigger off her boyfriend's emotions. As she inveigled
her toes into the incongruous cleft where Simone's little boy clitty
resided, she felt the little bud stiffen and grow under Simone's wafer
thin panty liner. Dorie Lou's silk clad toes, slithered and slipped
against Simone's silky panties until eventually, Simone could stand it no
longer. Simone's actions became more urgent and she mewled like a baby
animal as her orgasm approached.
"Have you got your panty liner in place?" whispered Mrs Benson.
"Mmmm," murmured Simone as her orgasm started to build.
Dorie Lou giggled as she felt Simone's hips humping urgently against her
toes. She knew that if she withdrew her foot, Simone would be left
hanging like a rag as she humped empty space. Sometimes Dorie Lou did
just that and on such occasions poor Simone would whimper and squirm as
she sought relief. Tonight though, Dorie Lou was in a happy mood. She let
Simone enjoy her full orgasm then she squeezed up to her mother to allow
Simone's fingers to reach over and return the compliment. By this time,
Dorie Lou was too preoccupied with her own urges to realise that her
mother was also in the throws of passion.
As Dorie Lou steadily entered her nirvana, she failed to notice her
mother also squeezing her soft slender thighs together as she also
entered that same feminine door to womanly paradise. Simone however,
noticed it but she was unable to bring her other hand to assist. Mrs
Benson had to be content with achieving her own pinnacle of delight. Even
so, the two real females still somehow reached their orgasms in almost
perfect synchrony as they let out passionate whimperings of delight. For
a short while, the three lay entwined until finally, Mrs Benson's milk
was exhausted.
"You'd better go to your own bed now darlings," she gasped softly as the
pair reluctantly released her nipples and she tucked her ripe breasts
into the bodice of her nightdress.
With contented smiles, the girls returned to their own bedroom and shared
king-sized bed. There, spooned tightly together, they whispered their
affections.
Dorie Lou fingered Simone's secretive little boy clitty hoping for some
further action, but the little organ remained uncooperatively soft and
stayed neatly 'asleep' under it's protective clitty hood. Dorie Lou
expressed her disappointment.
"I wish she could grow big enough to fuck me sometimes."
"Mummy says it will once we are married."
"How so?" pressed Dorie Lou.
"I don't know. She just says we must be patient."
"I don't understand that. Other boys can do it before they get married.
Jacky Morris has done it with several of the cheerleaders."
"Well I can't just yet. Mummy says I must wait until I'm older, until
we're married."
"I don't get it," sighed Dorie Lou.
"Maybe it's because I'm a shemale," replied Simone thoughtfully.
"Well it had better grow some again like it used to be, cos' I want
babies, your babies."
"You could have those now, if my stuff got into your pussy."
"That's no good, I want a baby made the proper way."
"Well, unless mummy explains, I don't know how to make it grow big
anymore," sighed Simone sleepily.
Dorie Lou fell silent. She was worried, but knew not what else to say.
She would have to get her mother to explain for she desperately wanted
Simone to do it to her the proper way; with her cock inside her and all
the boy girl stuff. With this last thought Dorie Lou finally fell
asleep.
In the morning she questioned her mother.
"How is Simone going to give me babies, if she can't get her thingy up?"
Mrs Benson smiled indulgently.
"Don't you worry about Simone's little thingy darling. When the time
comes, Simone will be able to serve your needs. For now, her body is
arranged so that she can't grow a big erection, so you'll just have to
remain my little virgin daughter, all sweet and pure. Just think, on your
honeymoon night, you'll be a sweet virgin bride. When that night comes,
Simone will be able to serve your needs and it will be like a honeymoon
night should be. For now though, Simone will always be loyal to you,
because she can't seduce anybody with her little clitty. Other girls,
even if they fancied a shemale, would just laugh and think Simone's
always like that. You just be patient and make sure you're loyal to
Simone. Hush now here she comes."
Dorie Lou fell silent. She desperately wanted to get it together with
Simone; it was just so frustrating. On the school bus that morning, Dorie
Lou was extra affectionate towards Simone. Simone sensed it and savoured
the closeness but nobody else realised except of course Sandra and Mary
who were sitting in the next seat.
For the rest of their time at school, Simone's dysfunctional boy-clitty
was to be the main issue in their lives. Mrs Benson had to keep
reassuring her two 'daughters' that when the time came, Simone would be
able to perform her matrimonial duties. And so it went through their
college years as well. The four girls were successful in making it to the
same university, and they shared the same accommodation for the whole
three years.
After graduating, they naturally arranged their lives so that they worked
in the same city in another state. Dorie Lou and Simone went home twice a
month, but Sandra and Mary were loath to reveal their lesbian lifestyles
to their parents. It was fully another year before they finally 'came
out' to their parents and it was a tearful mother who learned of her
daughter Sandra's lesbianism.
"I'm not angry or disgusted," admitted Sandra's mother, "I'm just so
disappointed. I'd so hoped for grandchildren," she sobbed.
"But why shouldn't you have grandchildren?" challenged Sandra.
"Well, if your g, - g, - gay, how will you conceive?"
"Conception's not an issue," declared Sandra, "the question is, how would
you feel if your grandchildren were brought up with two mothers and no
father?"
Sandra's mother fell silent. In their small town, there was still a
strong fundamentalist, bible-thumping element, and it would be difficult
for her to continue functioning as a stalwart of the local church if it
was known that her grandchildren were being reared by two lesbians.
Sandra read her mother's thoughts.
"I don't have to bring the children home, you can always come and visit
them at our house. That is if dad doesn't mind."
"Your father's rarely here these days. He and Mary's father are so
wrapped up in this Middle Eastern contract that they are rarely home
these days. Oh, by the way, does Mary's mother know about Mary?"
Sandra smiled and looked at her watch.
"I think you should be getting an urgent phone call any minute."
Sandra's mother glanced hesitantly at the phone then jumped as her mobile
startled her. She whipped it off the waistband of her pencil skirt and
answered nervously.
"Hello."
Sandra could hear the anguished voice of Mary's hysterical mother as her
own mother answered question after question.
"Yes. - No. - Yes. - No. I don't know. We'll have to see. What!
She wants children as well. Oh my God! Yes. Ok then,tonight, at
Adrian's."
"She wants to talk about it over dinner tonight. She's reserved a private
table at Adrian's."
"Good, I'm pleased that at least you're talking. I was afraid Mary's
mother would throw a complete wobbler."
"We're not out of the woods yet. God knows what your fathers will think."
"But how do you feel?" pressed Sandra.
"Well. I'm not best pleased. I'd have loved a big wedding with all the
trimmings. I suppose that's not to be. Even your dad said he looked
forward to giving you away at the alter. You're an attractive girl; well
you and Mary both are. It seems such a waste."
"Why's it a waste?" demanded Sandra pugnaciously.
"Well, - you know, - you and Mary would have made some boys a pair of
beautiful brides and wives. It just seems such a waste."
"How can you call it a waste!" snapped Sandra angrily, "I find Mary
hugely attractive, she finds me delightful! That's why were getting
married! I would have thought our dads would be happy. They're business
partners and we both graduated in engineering. We'll be perfectly placed
to inherit the business and carry on their business name."
Sandra's mum pulled a wry smile.
"Well. I suppose that's true. It's just that I had visions of one day of
seeing you settled with a family."
"For God's sake mum! We will be settled, - and with a family. Can't you
just understand that? It's what we want. Anyway, whatever you say, we are
going to get married. Some states allow, same sex marriages."
Sandra's mother fell silent. She had always dreamed of a huge dream
wedding for her only daughter. 'Was it now to be some 'hole - in - the -
wall' affair?' she wondered.
Sandra gave her mother a reassuring hug for she seemed to read her
mother's mind.
"We can still have big wedding mummy. Lot's of our college friends have
known for years; some even from high school. We'll just have it in a
different state where they are more open-minded about it. Then none of
your narrow-minded friends in this town need know about it. You can
invite Adrian.
"Well. I suppose if it makes you happy. That's what's going to be. Let me
speak to your dad. Go and get ready to meet Sophie and Mary."
All four arrived early at Adrian's for despite the shock to their
mother's, all of them had somehow gravitated to the bridal shops in the
mall and bumped into each other as they hesitated nervously outside the
windows. After admiring the window displays, they arrived at Adrian's
restaurant.
Neither mothers had any idea about gay marriages so all their ideas of
the traditional practices and customs were to be thrown out of the
window, Mary and Sandra took control as they laid down a few rules. As
the four finally took their table at Adrian's, the serious discussions
began.
"We are both brides," observed Mary, "so if our dads want, they can each
give their own daughters away. That should please them. And the costs can
be shared equally if you wish, though we are both independent women and
we can pay for our own wedding if you wish."
"Well at least that bit's traditional," conceded Sophie as she turned to
Mary, "though I've yet to run it by your dad."
"D'you want me to?" asked Mary, "I can twist him around my little
finger."
"Alicia, Sandra's mother, pulled a wry smile."
"I don't think Sandra will find it so easy. I'll have to tackle her
father Bill. He's a bit of a traditionalist."
Sandra nodded for it was true. Her father had sometimes demonstrated a
homophobic streak and had never even darkened Adrian's restaurant doors.
Sandra knew her mother would have her work cut out. Her father had even
disapproved of her mother voting in favour of Adrian's club at the
council meeting. Fortunately, Bill did not indulge much in the town's
political and social scene. He and Mary's father were both too engrossed
in the construction company were their friendship and partnership really
blossomed.
As the food arrived, so did Mrs Jane Benson and her two daughters, Dorie
Lou and Simone. Sophie and Alicia glanced furtively as they expressed
their fears.
"Oh gosh!" wailed Sophie nervously, "here comes Jane. I hope she doesn't
find out."
"Why?" pressed Sandra, "Dorie Lou and Simone know. They were the school
friends we mentioned earlier."
"Oh no!" added Alicia, "what will she think, if she finds out?"
"I think she'll be supportive and considerate," answered Mary.
"Well, were about to find out, here she comes," swallowed Sophie.
Jane Benson smiled towards the four and approached slowly.
"Why hello ladies, this is a nice surprise. Would we be rude if we asked
to join you?"
Sophie and Alicia were old friends of Jane Benson and they dined together
most Saturday lunch times but they usually took the corner window table.
The booth that Sophie and Alicia had chosen normally seated six but with
an extra chair on the end they could squeeze seven in. Adrian approached
solicitously.
"Would you prefer the eight seater? It's just been vacated."
Sophie and Alicia could hardly refuse so they swallowed their fears and
nodded. Besides, the only eight-seater booth lay at the back of the
restaurant and afforded total privacy. The two mothers concluded that if
Jane Benson were going to learn of their daughters, then at least it
would be private. Adrian gathered up the table cutlery and they decamped
to the bigger booth.
Adrian's immense restaurateur skills quickly upgraded the table order and
they talked cautiously before the food arrived. Jane Benson sensed that
there was 'an elephant in the room' but she decided to let it continue
peacefully browsing unless the two other mothers brought it up. Sandra
and Mary however, were determined to broach the subject. Sandra
eventually broke the impasse.
"Guess what Dorie Lou."
"Go on," urged Dorie Lou who had already anticipated the announcement.
"Mary and I are getting married."
"Oh, at long last!" sighed Dorie Lou, "Can I be a bride's maid?"
"We thought you'd ask," giggled Mary as their mothers jaws dropped. "What
about you Simone?"
"Ooohhh! Yes please! Of course I want to be a bride's maid, all those
lovely miles of silk and tulle."
Jane Benson smiled happily and nodded knowingly. She had long known of
Mary and Sandra's sexuality and of their mothers Sophie and Alicia's
ignorance. Now she was doubly pleased to learn of the forthcoming
wedding; especially now that her own precious daughters could indulge in
their favourite pastime, namely that of dressing up. She smiled at Sophie
and Alicia.
"Well you two must be so happy."
Sophie and Alicia's jaws were still sagging as they gaped
uncomprehendingly. Finally Alicia recovered her composure.
"Have you known about this before Jane?"
Jane answered quite honestly.
"I've known of your daughters' sexuality dear, but the wedding is
excellent news."
Sophie let out a gasp, "How long have you know? Who told you?"
"Well, I haven't known for certain; the girls never told me. But I'm not
stupid and there were hundreds of little pointers. I'm mildly surprised
that you two haven't realised."
Alicia sighed softly.
"Well, I must confess, I suspected it but hoped it wasn't true. At least
that is until now."
"And what about you Sophie?" pressed Jane.
Sophie sat silent for long moments before nodding guiltily.
"Well, yes. I wasn't sure because Mary used to bring boyfriends home.
It's only when the boyfriends stopped altogether and Sandra appeared that
I began to suspect."
"Well are you happy for them now?" pressed Jane as she compelled her
friends to confront their fears and prejudices.
A small tear escaped Alicia's eye as she bit her lip.
"I want them to be happy, but I so wanted a big white wedding; you know,
with all the trimmings."
"Me too," added Sophia.
"But mummy, we can. Where we work, gay marriages are legal."
"But what about children?" sobbed Sophia softly.
"We've already discussed that," replied Sandra, "we know someone who's
prepared to be a daddy."
Sophia's eyes widened for she had not discussed this with her daughter
Mary. At the same time, Simone exchanged meaningful glances with her
mother and Dorie Lou then she flashed a warning to Mary and Sandra.
Neither Sophia nor Alicia caught the silent exchange.
"Who is he?" gasped Sophia.
"It's nobody you know mummy."
"Is he gay?" asked Alicia, "Will our grandchildren be gay?"
Sandra became impatient with her mother.
"Mummy, that's just not fair! It doesn't work like that. It's a random
thing. Everybody's got the gay gene."
"Yes but a gay mother and a gay father, that's doubling the odds."
"Do you love me mummy?" demanded Sandra.
"Of course I do. How could you ask such a thing?"
"Because you asked about any future grandchildren, ould you love them?"
"Of course I would. I'm just worried, that's all."
"Well don't worry. We can be just as good parents as any men. In fact,
we'll make better parents because we will both love and care for them.
They'll get twice the loving cos it's all mother's love."
Alicia smiled wanly and reached across to squeeze Sophia's hand.
"Are you happy now?"
"Happier," replied Sophie. "We only have to convince Bill and David."
Alicia made a grim smile.
"Yeah, this was the easy part," she finished.
Having finally got their mothers reconciled to the marriage, Mary and
Sandra nodded silently. 'Persuading their mothers was the easy hurdle,'
thought Sandra. 'The 'great wall' had yet to be cleared.'
They fell silent as the food arrived and each person kept her own
thoughts as they chewed thoughtfully. It was not until coffee arrived
that they finally got down to the real business of guest lists, dresses
and all the forthcoming organisation.
"Will you be wearing the same style wedding gowns?" wondered Alicia
aloud.
"What do you and Aunty Sophie think?" replied Sandra.
"I think we should wear the same styles, then there's no competition."
Sophia nodded sagely.
"Yes, that would be best. Shall we go and look at some."
"Not here," suggested Jane Benson, "The rumour mill would plunge into
overdrive all through the town. This place is like a village when it come
to stuff like this."
They all nodded slowly as they realised the implications.
"Why don't we fly over next week to your place?" suggested Sophie, "Then
we can shop without fear of any exposure."
Having agreed to this the group finally left the table but still remained
together for nobody could resist a few furtive visits to assorted shops
that catered to newlywed couples. Nobody dared glance at a bridal shop
but furniture and kitchenware shops were fair game.
Happily, both Alicia and Sophia found themselves getting more and more
enthusiastic as the numerous advantages in having two daughters share the
same wedding became apparent. Provided Sophia and Alicia agreed on
anything, then that became the decision. Sandra and Mary found themselves
stuck on a run-away train. They shared wry smiles as they watched their
mothers plunge into the venture with unbridled enthusiasm.
End of Chapter Seven - To Be Continued
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