The West Texas Ladies Chess Club Ch. 03

Chapter III

The Ladies Get Serious

"OK, ladies," Sam said. "You've won a few, and now you want more victories, right?"

"YES!" all the girls chorused.

"The problem is that I'm really only a mid-level player. And only barely mid-level." The meeting had begun in its customary lesbian-sex frenzy, and now that we were all physically sated, it was time to get down to Chess.

I couldn't help but notice how most of the girls seemed to have equal enthusiasm for the game as for the sex. It gets under your skin, Chess does. We had all been introduced to dozens, if not hundreds, of new people outside our usual social circles. Chess does that. It can show you where you had unknown biases equally as well as it shows you everything wrong with your game, and gives you the opportunity to improve both aspects of your life.

Sam's declaration of her level of expertise was greeted with expressions of disbelief.

"Ladies, no, seriously!" Sam said, "You are now just beginning to come up the learning curve of the game. In such a brief time, you've all come a very great way. Due, no doubt, to our unorthodox teaching methods, I'm sure.

"But we're challenging guys. The Athletics Dept. has a meeting five nights a week. They've got a genuine Top-Ranked player in their ranks. And they are using sex as a teaching reinforcement, too, and you know how much more frequently guys like to have sex compared to women, generally." Sam looked at Becky, who smiled and made Sam blush. "Generally, of course."

"Yes," Lisa said, "But they use it negatively! If they botch a move, they must perform a sexual favor. We use it as a positive reinforcement. Demonstrate that you have learned a technique, and the club rewards you with an orgasm. Positive vs negative. I think it makes all the difference in the world."

"Is there a female Top-Ranked player at our school?" Cassandra asked.

"There is," Sam said.

"Then let's bring her in!"

"That might be a problem," Sam said. "Now look, I don't want to give the wrong impression about her, so let me just say this first: she's a real sweetheart. Everybody loves her. She's one of the nicest, smartest, friendliest, prettiest women you will ever meet."

"But?" Lisa said.

"But," Sam continued, "She's also a devout Christian who believes homosexuality is misguided."

"She thinks women loving women, lesbianism, is wrong?" Becky demanded.

"NO! I didn't say that," Sam said. She put her hand on Becky's cheek and said, "Please, listen closely to exactly what I say. Yes, she's a Christian. But she IS NOT an anti-homosexual bigot! She thinks it's just misguided, in the sense that it's not the obvious choice to have children. She thinks that procreation is all that sex is really about: having and raising children. Anything else that doesn't serve that end, in her mind, is "misguided." That's all. NOT bad, NOT wrong, NOT a sin! I've talked to her about this, guys! She understands how women can be attracted to each other. And she doesn't blame them for it or hold it against them. She thinks it's because current modern society has totally confused young people about sex."

"So ...," I said, "She'd be willing to join the club? Knowing about the ... other part of our mission? To give women a place for sexual fulfillment, where they're safe, where they can love without fear of judgment, ostracism, or condemnation?"

"I believe she would be. But we should invite her to a meeting, spell it all out for her, let her explain herself to us in her own words, and make up her own mind."

"And we have to hide who and what we are when we're not playing Chess?" Lisa asked.

"No," Sam said. "We hide nothing. We don't change anything about what we do among ourselves. We let her see everything, and we let her decide. I believe that she'll consider joining for the love of the game. Guys, she's a Chess-aholic! She doesn't even compete anymore because every time she does, she wins and says she just spends the whole evening bored. And that's if she can find anyone to accept her challenge!"

"What do you hope to get out of this?" Becky asked. Keep in mind that as Becky asked this, she was lying naked on my couch, with her head resting on Sam's equally nude thigh. She had reached up to put her hand on Sam's face, while using her other hand to place Sam's hand over her heart.

Sam stroked Becky's hair and said, "Lover, I hope to make us better at Chess, at a minimum. At the golly-gee-whiz, happily-ever-after end of the spectrum? I hope to widen her eyes to a larger part of life, one she doesn't have to deny herself, one that can be so richly rewarding to her. Just as you have done for me. I thought I was straight, too, only a few short weeks ago. Now, I know I'm bi, and my life is so much richer for it. And I'll be forever grateful for the chance it gave us to become close to each other. I'd love to share that with all my friends, for everyone to have this kind of opportunity to widen their hearts."

Sam couldn't talk for a few minutes after that because Becky was suddenly on her knees on the couch, her mouth pressed lovingly to Sam's lips, as their hands explored each other's bodies. Then Becky straddled Sam's legs, facing her, and pushed her nipples into Sam's mouth, even as she rubbed her vulva against Becky's belly. This went on for a bit, but eventually we got the meeting back on track, and voted.

We resolved to approach the new girl.

When Becky let Sam come back up for air, we asked her the new girl's name.

"Virginia," Sam said, "Virginia Bonham."

"What's she majoring in?"

"Electrical Engineering.

"Ouch!"

"I know, right?" Sam said. "Even the math majors ask her to tutor them in math. I should know: I have."

###

The next day, I saw Virginia in the hallways. I followed her a bit, watching how she interacted with other people. She met a straight couple, a lovely boy and girl I knew, and spoke to them a bit. She met a couple of homosexual boys I know, and she was very friendly and polite with them. She met an out-and-in-your-face pair of women, and they were happy to see her, and she, them. They spoke for a bit, then she went on her way.

How nice a girl was she? In all of these encounters, she had unreservedly hugged each of the people she spoke with and kissed them all on the cheek. You have to love a girl who is a hugger!

Finally, near the exit to the outside, she stopped and waited. I didn't know what for, so I decided to make my move and introduce myself. I took a deep breath and approached her.

"Hi! Excuse me? Virginia?" I said, as I walked up to her.

"Yes, Tish?" She said it with a smile, a warm and welcoming smile. She noticed my surprise, and said, "Of course I know who you are! I've been hearing all about the new club you and your girlfriends have created. And I've kept tabs on your very sudden rise in playing ability, and I've noted how closely it resembles Sam's style of play. Which is a good thing!"

"Oh!" I was surprised. "I was hoping-"

"To ask me to join? I accept, thank you very much!"

This was great! But ... Sam said total honesty. I opened my mouth to speak, but Virginia said,

"You're wondering if I fully realize the full scope of the club? The lesbianism? And wondering if I would have a problem with it?"

"Um ... yes ...," I said. Talking to her was like trying to communicate with a mind light-years ahead of your own. I couldn't tell whether she knew what I was thinking because she was so smart, or she could read my mind!

"I can't read minds," she said. She let that sink in for a moment, watching my face, then reached out, touched my arm, and said, "Oh, you are a treasure! But go ahead, I'll let you talk now. Please forgive me, it's just always so nice to meet new people, and sometimes I get carried away."

She had such a lovely, disarming, heart-melting smile! And her voice was like music, too!

"Soooo," I said, "You know about the main ... element ... of the club? That it was originally for the purpose of girls being able to express themselves physically, sexually, with other girls, in the absence of worthwhile men being available?"

"I do. It was obvious."

"And you're ok with that?"

"Yes. While I am sure you have heard that I think homosexuality is misguided, almost everyone gets it wrong! What I think, I mean. Because they don't care what I think; they only care about their agenda, and where, if, and how I fit into their agenda or not.

"But I don't care about anyone else's agenda. I only know what I think about it. I believe sex is for procreation. So, if some girls want to satisfy themselves sexually with other girls while waiting for Mr. Right? I don't blame them for it! I don't blame anyone for it. I don't judge people for it. It's between you and God, not my place to judge. And anyway, I don't think God has a problem with it; I think that's just an invention of society.

"In our current society, I applaud you all for finding a way not to live your lives in denial of your human, sexual nature. Ah. I see I've gone and hit you with a lot. Again. Sorry!"

Hit me with a lot? Understatement of the year! My head was spinning, trying to process it all!

I said, "But you, yourself, don't engage in lesbian sex?"

"No. But I also don't engage in heterosexual sex, either. I'm celibate until I get married to a man. It's just ... how I think it is right to live my life. For me. And I may be wrong! And that is between me and God."

"Sam thought she was straight, too," I said. "She came around, quickly. If that happens to you, will you be ok with it? With yourself?"

"If I am so moved, then yes, I believe I will be perfectly okay with it."

"May I ask, are you a virgin?"

"No," she said. "I mean, no, I'm not a virgin. I don't mind you asking. And I wasn't always a Christian, either. It took a while. But I am now. And I'm celibate, now. And there's plenty who would argue with me about asserting myself to be a Christian, because I don't attend their church, or believe in the exact same way they do. Whatever. It's between God and me."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be prying like this!" I said. "But you're such an amazingly different sort of person from almost everyone else I've ever met who claims to be a Christian!"

She smiled, touched my arm again, leaned closer, and said, "Oh, I think you'd be surprised. Unfortunately, the fundamentalists, as with other religions, give the rest of us a bad name, even as they pervert and distort what they claim to believe in."

Standing there, with her hand on my arm, leaning in close enough I could smell her (delightful!) perfume, feel the warmth of her body, of which I was acutely aware, my mind and my senses reeling? I had no idea what to say!

She said, "You've apologized for asking me personal questions, and here I've dropped a lot on you, yet again. And this is only the first few minutes of our having met!"

"Ummm ..."

"I have," Virginia said. "I know it. I'm sorry, I get like that. I try to keep myself in check, but I can tell we're going to be great friends, already. So, it's like I can talk to you about anything! Here," she fished in her purse and produced a card, which she handed me. "My card. Please, think about it, talk amongst yourselves, then call me. If I haven't scared you off, and the offer is still open, I accept and can't wait. I'll even go through the initiation, like Sam did."

"You know about the special circumstances of her initiation? Did she tell you about it?"

Virginia laughed, and her laugh was like her voice: musical! She said, "No, silly! I know Sam. We've spoken a time or two. So, it wasn't difficult to deduce how her initiation must have gone. And I've been happy to see her in her relationship with Becky, who is also a sweetheart, no matter how she presents herself. Even if it is a relationship I might think is misguided. They're lovely together, don't you think? Oh, my God, I hope you guys accept me. I'm so looking forward to it! I've gotta go now, please, call me!"

She leaned in close, put her hand on my upper arm, and pulled me close, so close our breasts were touching. Was that a sign she was attracted to me and wished for a deeper, more physical relationship?

Eh, maybe not. Girls with breasts of any size, when they hug, their breasts are going to touch, going to press against each other. It's just the way the female body is packaged. And our breasts pressing against each other is only one of the reasons girls so love hugging, in general. And why girls love hugging each other! Even perfectly straight girls. The breasts are there. They're out there. No getting around them. What are we going to do? Never hug? Screw that! Even flat-chested girls? Or girls with very small breasts? They get the same sensual satisfaction, gay or straight. I think the female body just gets something extra from hugging. It's what women's bodies were made for!

So, Virginia had me in this beautiful, close, tight, sensuous embrace, all my senses reeling. And like everyone else I had watched her talk to, she kissed my cheek.

Only? Did it last a bit longer than the others I had seen her deliver? She exhaled, causing her breath to caress my neck and my ear, causing me to shiver. Was that an accident? Or by design? She was pulling me close to her with her hand. Not forceful, but enough to clearly be a show of affection. But was she actually flirting with me? Or was I just so keyed up by how unusually wonderful she was that I couldn't trust my own senses, at the moment?

Just as I was about to decide ...

She was gone.

I stood there momentarily, not knowing what to do or think. I had never met someone so perceptive, intelligent, and non-judgmental in my entire life! And talking to her was like walking into a hurricane. Just hold on and try to keep up!

I had to stand there for a moment and collect myself. Get my body back under my control. My traitorous knees had lost all strength and wanted to buckle, to bring me to the floor. They slowly, agonizingly, regained their strength, even as electric currents surged through my loins and chest, making my heart race and my pussy ache to go full wet.

No one seemed to notice, except the same boy who had seen me, a couple of months ago, with my hand up my skirt, the day Lisa and I had first made love, in those agonizing hours before she and I had fallen into each other's arms. He had made no mention of it then, or since. I caught him watching me now. He did not attempt to hide the fact that he had seen me. He made no attempt to talk to me. He called no attention to my state of arousal. He met my eye, nodded, and went on his way. A genuinely discreet, considerate man? In college? Are you kidding me?

Getting myself back under some modicum of control, I couldn't help but wonder: what would it be like to make love to Virginia? Maybe I'd get the chance to find out. Sam hardly stayed straight half an hour into her first meeting with us. Maybe ... my mind filled with lovely images of Virginia and I, naked, lying together in my bed, pleasing each other. Visions of Virginia and the other girls, too.

Maybe it could happen?

###

I called her that evening. I knew she would already know we would accept her, so when she answered, I said, "Hi! It's Tish. I know you know, I just wanted to have a reason to call you. Congratulations!"

She literally squealed with excitement!

"Oh, Tish, this is wonderful! And you're learning how to talk to me! Oh, my God, this is the most excited I've been about anything in AGES! I'm sure Sam has told you how almost no one will play me, and when someone does, I'm usually bored all the way through. The only thing that's given me any joy in Chess, lately, is teaching the game! OhmyGodIcan'tWAIT until tomorrow night!"

I knew there was no point in reminding her about the time or place of tomorrow's meeting because I knew she already knew all of that. So instead, I said,

"It's so lovely to hear your voice. I know you know that, too. I just wanted to say it. I'm SO looking forward to seeing you!" And truly, I was. We had now spoken for less than ten minutes, and already, my heart was skipping a beat at the thought of seeing her.

"Oh, me too! I don't know how I will make it through the day until the meeting; oh, thank you! I love you, too! No! Wait, you probably want to say that, too, right? I have to remember to let people say things they want to say! Ok, I'm listening; go ahead!"

"I love you, Virginia!" It was the first time I said that to her, and it made my heart beat faster. "Thank you for letting me say it."

"Oh, it was nice to hear! My heart is skipping beats, too, to see you again! Ok. Lots of love, see you tomorrow!"

And she hung up.

Good Heavens. The girl was like a force of nature! I was beginning to wonder if we could keep her sufficiently mentally challenged to keep from growing bored with us!

A moment later, my phone alerted me to a new text. It was from Virginia. It said, "I promise I won't get bored with you or the club. Love you!"

###

Club night! The day had passed in unendurable slow agony, just dragging on like the clock was running backwards two minutes for every minute forward. But finally, FINALLY! It was over, and the first of the girls had already arrived, and we were just getting everything all set up.

We had a full house, Lisa, Cassandra, me, Sam, and the five new girls. I was talking to Lisa when the knock sounded at my door, and I squealed in delight and ran to answer it. But it wasn't Virginia. It was Jenn and Martha.

They looked at each other and laughed, and Martha said, "What's the matter, Kitten? Disappointed we're not your new girl crush?"

"NO!" I said. Lisa came up behind me, pulled herself close to me, wrapped her arms around my chest, and said, "Don't lie, lover. We all think it's adorable, this new crush you have."

"HOW IS IT-" I started to say, and Virginia walked around the garage to come to my door, and I was struck speechless.

And the first words out of her mouth were, "How is it everyone else seems to know you have these feelings of affection when you don't realize it yourself, Tish?" She walked up to me, still held in Lisa's arms, and leaned in and kissed my cheek. "Because you're an open book, my darling. You wear your heart on your sleeve for all who have eyes to see it. And it is such a lovely heart."

"Well," Martha said, "I like the new girl already!"

Virginia turned to Jenn and Martha and said, "Thank you, Martha! Tish has already told me so much about you two, as well. It's a pleasure to meet you both."

"And she never knew she was saying so much, right?" Martha said, and the three of them just grinned as they exchanged hugs.

I said, "Well, I don't think I'm so transparent with my feelings at all."

"Aww, Kitten!" Jenn and Martha said, and the next thing I knew, I was being hugged on three sides. I saw Sam lead Virginia over to the other girls to make introductions.

"Don't be upset if we tease you a bit, Kitten," Jenn said. And I was no longer sulking. When Jenn calls me "Kitten," it goes a long way to making everything all right in this world.

Martha said, "It's just that you develop these crushes so quickly, so completely, so beautifully. It is adorable to watch it happen, Kitten."

"I don't have crushes all the time. No more so than anyone else, anyway," I said.

"Oh, please," Lisa said, nuzzling my ear. "When Sam was first telling us about Virginia the other night, I saw the crush for her blossoming in your heart, darling. And you hadn't even met Virginia yet! You know that's why I'm not jealous, right? Of your feelings, your crushes? Because you have them for everyone! And you aren't jealous of others sharing their love with others, either! You're, like, "Whatever makes your heart fill with love is okay with me!" to the whole world! How could I be jealous of that? Long as I have some piece of your heart all for myself. And I know I do because I know you always will love me, no matter where we all go or end up in life. I'm happy you love so much you can't keep it all pinned on just one person."