Cathy and Jenn 1

Stripped For Florida: Cathy and Jenn 1

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Cathy and Jenn

by Willie B Florida, all rights reserved
comments welcome to williebflorida@gmail.com

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Part 1

"Let's go to Florida."

"Where'd that come from?"

"I don't know. It's warm -- maybe I wouldn't have to wear clothes."

"You're not wearing any now."

The girls were indeed naked, lounging on Cathy's bed.

"I mean not ever," Jenn clarified.

Cathy let out a burst of laughter. "Shit, Jenn, you'll get us both arrested." She let her eyes soften and looked at her friend with more compassion. "I know."

Ohio was not a bastion of love and tolerance. Not in this day and age.

"Do you think this stuff could be true?" Jenn pointed at the page on her Kindle.

"Watcha reading?"

"Some guy from Florida. Writes stories about naked kids and shit. He's got all these boys in love with each other, or boys and girls. They do crazy things in public like kiss and make out and fuck."

Cathy leaned over to peer at the screen, her breasts grazing the soft skin of Jenn's back. "Nothing about girls?"

"Nah, waddya expect. His name is Willie B Florida. Jeez, what an obviously fake name. He's probably some old geezer. I'm sure he has no idea what two girls can do with each other."

There was a knock on the door. After a moment Cathy's mom stuck her head in. "Almost time for dinner, girls."

"I shouldn't be complaining, I really shouldn't," Jenn sighed and examined her left foot. "Your mom is so wonderful. Do you know how unusual your family is?"

Cathy nodded. She knew.

"I mean it's practically illegal to be homosexual in this state -- illegal!"

"Well, not exactly . . . "

"As long as you don't say anything, ever, to anyone . . . at least in public."

The two girls stared into their blank future. It was against the law to mention anything about homosexuality in Ohio unless it was to condemn it. Don't ask, don't tell had expanded to include all persons. Cathy and Jenn were friends, that was all. They could never claim to be the lovers they were, the partners they hoped to be.

"Do you think it's true?"

What, the blank future? Cathy was quite sure about that part. "Is what true?"

"Those stupid stories by some nut who calls himself Willie." Shit, what a stupid name, Willie! Of course he doesn't write about girls. Out loud Jenn laughed bitterly, "no willies involved."

"What in the world are you babbling about?"

"Never mind," Jenn lifted her foot in the air and stared up at it from her prone position on the bed. "Do you think we could kiss on the beach in Florida?"

"How would we get to Florida?!" Cathy exclaimed more than asked.

"I don't know, but if we did kiss on a beach in Florida do you think anyone would mind. I mean all those naked kids and all . . . "

"You mean kids in Florida don't wear clothes?"

"Every stupid tourist who goes to Florida gets sucked into that racket. You've heard the stories: pay to strip your kid, pay to have your kid tattooed, pay to have your kid pierced. Even with all the internet censorship we know about that."

"Now you say it's a racket?" Cathy protested. "I thought you wanted to go to Florida to get naked."

"Yeah, that would be nice -- I hate clothes," Jenn laughed, "especially when you're around."

"Girls," Cathy's mom called, "Dinner!"

"Yeah, naked," Jenn confirmed. "But, what I really wonder is do you think two girls could just be normal in Florida? Like, really normal?"

"Only one way to find out," Cathy murmured as they left her room and headed for the kitchen.

Cathy's mom bustled about the kitchen, huge oven mitts on her hands. She pulled out a steaming vegetable pot pie and placed it on a cast iron trivet in the middle of the heavy wood table that was the centerpiece of the old fashioned country kitchen. There was salad in a wooden bowl, a large metal shaker with larger than usual holes, and a pitcher of ice tea. Jenn knew the shaker was filled with nutritional yeast, a condiment for which she had not yet gained a true appreciation. The screen door was open to Ohio summer and a breeze blew in from the fields that surrounded the old farmhouse. Isolation and a mother with Hippie leanings accounted for the unusually tolerant Smith household.

Jenn had asked Cathy's mom about the Hippie thing. "How'd you turn out so cool, anyway? I thought the Hippies were back in the '60s or something." That time seemed so anciently prior to her own birth that she couldn't imagine anyone from that long ago still being alive.

"Well, 1970s mostly, to tell the truth. But I grew up in Yellow Springs -- Antioch and all that -- so the era lived on much longer. Certainly as a teen and young woman I was surrounded by the genuine article."

Whatever the explanation, Jenn was certainly happy about it. Where else would she be allowed to flaunt it all: her body, her attraction to this amazing woman's wonderful daughter, the openness about their love. She even let them "sleep" together, and they didn't have to hide the euphemism. They were definitely sexual lovers. Most 16 year old girls would never have this chance -- in Ohio, or, she feared, anywhere else for that matter.

"Mom," Cathy said, her voice clearly announcing a new subject, "Jenn and I want to see what it's like in Florida."

Jenn waited for Cathy's mom to explode, the way her mom and dad did whenever she introduced anything she cared about. She lowered her head in anticipation of the blast.

"When are you planning on leaving?" Cathy's mom replied, as calmly as if she were asking when they had to get up to catch the school bus.

Cathy shrugged and looked at Jenn. Jenn had no idea what to say? How would they ever get to Florida?

"Um, I'm not really sure we know how to get there," Jenn admitted.

"They used to have the Green Tortoise, and a couple of other vans and converted school buses like that," her mom said, placing her fingertips together thoughtfully and looking up at the ceiling. "We'd just wait for the bus to show up and go off wherever it took us. It wandered all over the country."

Jenn sighed. Sometimes Cathy's mom didn't live in the present. Still, she reminded herself, sometimes that was a good thing. The present wasn't too wonderful. Her own parents had kicked her out of the house when they found out she had a girlfriend.

"It's illegal, immoral and on top of that it's just plain stupid," her father had roared.

"I'm sorry, I really am," her mother had tried to console her. She had been in her room packing up her few belongings. "But, you know how your dad is. You can't stay here."

Jenn had swallowed hard, kissed her weak and timid mother and left home forever. Cathy and her mother had provided her food, shelter, love and a true home. If Cathy's mom were stuck in the past, or in some imaginary world inside her head, it was okay. Her heart was in the right place.

"We used to hitchhike, too. But I hear that's not safe anymore." Jenn realized she'd missed part of the conversation.

"What I was wondering," Jenn interjected, "was whether you knew anyone who was driving down. You know, taking their kids on vacation or something? Or, we could save up and pay for a bus . . . " She paused. They all knew that it would be months, maybe years before they saved up enough cash to pay for the bus. Oil was getting scarcer year by year and America had yet to make a major shift to a new transportation fuel. Bus fare was high, but air travel was even worse.

"I'll ask around. I'm delivering bread this Wednesday." Cathy's mom made bread -- wonderful home made bread. Jenn and Cathy feasted on it and Cathy's mom made her living baking for other families and delivering the loaves every week.

The girls helped clean up. Cathy lingered by the door, letting the breeze play in her hair and tickle her skin. She glanced at her mom. Normal girls would ask their mom for permission, but Cathy knew her mom wouldn't stop her. "Sure! It feels so good to run outside naked, the sun on your skin." Cathy would have to stop herself from doing anything stupid. As isolated as their house was, in the middle of Ohio fields, there was too much risk in running around naked. The owner leased the fields to a horse farm and they in turn charged all sorts of people to care for individual horses. No telling who might be out there at any given moment. People weren't supposed to be naked in Ohio and Cathy didn't want to give her mother any more difficulties in this life -- like bailing a daughter out of jail or paying some huge fine. She felt the breeze on her body and sighed. Normal girls wouldn't be hanging out naked at the front door of their house, either.

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In her dream, Jenn awoke. It is the the middle of the night. Moonlight splashes through the open window, spilling across Cathy's sleeping form next to her. The sound of crickets hums through the air and a warm summer breeze plays across the fine hairs on her skin. Feeling all tingly and alive, she can't possibly sleep. She touches Cathy with the tip of her finger and wakes her, looking for a moment into her lover's soft blue eyes. They get up and go out the door.

Without saying a word they know where they are headed and what they will do in their secret dream spot. They run across the pastures, tall grass flicking their bare legs. The place is a hidden hollow. A person could run right past it and never see where the land dips down, tall grass giving way to moss. A round, clear pond at the bottom reflects the moon as if light is pouring up from underground. They wade through the water to a large slab of stone in the center of the pool.

In this hidden eye of the world the two girls make love. Mouth meets mouth, lips upon lips, tongues wet in one another's kissing embrace. Their bodies meet, soft and downy skin awash with moonlight, strong muscles and youthful bones intent upon twining and meshing and grappling. Fingers wander and the palms of hands feel skin.

Skin and hair and fingers and tongues do their magic and awake deeper sensations. Mouths salivate, hearts pound, breathing gets caught in gasps of pleasure, nerve endings tingle up from inside and rouse abdomens and breasts and nipples and legs and heat erupts up from deep inside.

Tongues dart and dive and work the labia and clits, seeking salty sweetness as far inside as they can reach; fingers forage yet deeper; bodies grind against one another seeking both to pleasure and to release; to remain separate beings to feel and fondle and love the other -- and to merge and become one multi-limbed, double-vagina'd girl who could take on the world; splayed out on moon-washed rock in this eye of the world.

(The End)