Although Niki appeared a wild, eccentric, super flake, she was actually very intelligent and worldly. Her bubbly personality really carried the conversation, and Debbie found herself losing all track of the time as they talked and Niki orders bottle after bottle of sake. Luckily Debbie and Herald had fake IDs on them because the owners of this joint carded, unlike Chef George. They were talking for hours until the restaurant was about to close, and Herald, who had somehow gotten left out of a lot of the conversation as Debbie and Niki hit it off, was the drunkest of the three of them. In his polite boredom he had been guzzling more sake than his high school body could possibly handle and he was super wobbly when he got up to walk.
"Nuh uh," Niki said, "mom and dad would KILLLLL me if I let you get in a car like that. Leave the truck here and we will call you a taxi. I'll let the owner know we will be back to pick up the truck in the morning." Herald tried to protest, worried that if he came home by taxi his parents would know he was drinking. "Trust me, boy, they gonna know no matter what you do. Now I'm not going to let you wrap daddy's truck around some pole, so you are hopping in a cab my friend. Just tell daddy it was my fault, you know he won't punish me, I'm his sweet girl." And with that she shoved her brother in a waiting cab, slipped the driver a twenty dollar bill, and gave him the address of her parent's home. "Night night," she waved at Herald.
Niki told Debbie she would take her home, but when they got into Niki's car, she had a change of heart. "Hey, let me see that ID you have been using," she said. Debbie showed her the ID and Niki nodded her head. "Sure, that will do," she said. "Hey, now what do you think about going to a club with me? You will have a lot of fun," Niki promised. Debbie was already drunk and she was eager to spend more time with this sophisticated, sexy diva, so she said of course.
The club is packed and it is hopping. Niki has some great moves out on the dance floor. Debbie is hesitant to get out there and strut her stuff, and unlike Niki she really isn't dressed for the club scene in a pair of nice blue jeans and a neat tee shirt, but after Niki gives her a cocktail she finds some liquid courage and joins Niki on the floor, following her lead. A crowd forms around them, cheering the two girls on, and they get pretty hot and heavy doing some sexy dances and grinding up on each other. When the club announces it is closing, Debbie and Niki are still buzzed but no longer drunk. They worked off most of the alcohol through the heavy dancing.
On the car ride back to Debbie's house, Debbie is gushing over Niki. She tells her how excited she is to meet someone who goes to Dartmouth and what a great school it is, and how she had such a great night, and how Niki is soo lucky to be so bright and articulate and good looking all in one and soon to be a graduate from an Ivy League school. "Wow," Niki said, "cool it down girl." Then she planted a long, slow kiss on Debbie's lips. Debbie is taken aback, but she goes with it. Niki parks the car one house away from Debbie's parent's and they engage in a long make out session. Debbie knows she is going to be in trouble, so after about fifteen minutes of getting hot and heavy she apologizes and tells Niki she just has to go. Niki is sad to see her leave and invites her to spend the next day at the art museum. Debbie practically leaps for joy and says yes of course, then she floats off back home.
Back at the house, Debbie's dad is sitting on the couch reading the newspaper. When Debbie walks in the door he pats the couch cushion next to his and tells her to sit down. She knew she was going to be in trouble. Her father lectures her on how worried he has been about Debbie going missing and he was going to call the police and tell them to go find her in another hour so she was darn lucky she came back when she did. Debbie let her dad lecture on without interruption. When he was finally done she explained to him that she had met Herald's sister and she was a beautiful woman who went to an Ivy League school and Debbie was in love. "Remember the first rule, dad?" she asked sweetly, "Debbie comes first." Debbie's dad sighed in resignation and forgave her for worrying him.
The next afternoon a woman showed up at the door that Debbie hardly recognized. She was dressed in a strappy, sparkling red dress, black pumps and matching wooden black bangles, bright red lipstick, short red nails, and hair down to her butt. Debbie was taken aback when she realized it was Niki. Niki laughed with amusement, "Oh sweetie, you ain't never been with a black girl, huh?" she said, temporarily reverting to street slang. Debbie shook her head no. "It's called weave, sugar," Niki said, winking. She had long, false lashes on. "I wanted to get all dolled up before I met your folks," Niki explained. Debbie shrugged whatever, fake hair, don't care. She told Niki she had not expected they were going to get so dressed up, and she excused herself to go up to her room and change.
While Debbie was upstairs digging through her closet for a pretty black dress and a pair of heels, Niki was downstairs in the kitchen charming the pants off of Debbie's parents. As Debbie was digging through her outfits, she came across a small box. She opened it and was surprised to see the pretty sailboat pendant she had gotten from Helen. She stared at it for a second and then put it away and threw it under some dirty clothes. "Whatever," she murmured to herself. She came downstairs in a nice black outfit that looked good with her hair and skin and a pretty gold necklace with a small diamond that she had gotten from her parents for her sweet 16.
"You look great," Niki told her. Debbie's parents gushed about what a wonderful girl Niki was and gave Debbie a hug as they departed for the art museum.
As they walked through the art museum admiring the different paintings, Niki took Debbie by the arm. Debbie was a bit anxious about doing this in public, but Niki reassured her that no one really knew what to think when women got all close and lovey dovey in public. "It's just accepted—it could mean everything, or it could mean nothing. Don't worry about it," she said. And Debbie didn't. They enjoyed a nice day together checking out fine art, talking about Dartmouth, and dining at the museum café.
Over cappuccino and finger sandwiches, Niki told Debbie that Dartmouth was great but the people could be a bit stuck up and the school was very secluded. "On the other hand," she added, "you get to rub elbows with some of the smartest people in the world." She paused for a second and then added, "did you know Dr. Seuss went to Dartmouth?" Despite growing up with the man's creations decorating her walls, Debbie had not been aware of that fact. "Hey, I've got an idea," Niki said, "why don't you come spend a weekend at Dartmouth? Like an informal campus visit? You can stay in my dorm room. I am a senior, so I have a single. If you get there early enough on Friday you can even go to a couple classes." Debbie said that it sounded great. She was also excited about the idea of spending the night in Niki's dorm room. "Hey, though," Niki said, reaching across the table and grabbing Debbie's hands tightly, "I don't want you to get the wrong idea about us. There are a lot of things I want to do to you when I have you at night in my dorm room, but this is a big world. There are almost 8 billion people on this planet and half of them are women. You are a beautiful, brilliant girl, but I would have to be crazy to limit myself to one person with all these other options out there. Relationships are all about learning and growing, and I grow out of relationships pretty soon. I just want to be clear on that point." Debbie nodded but didn't know what to say. To be honest, it hurt a bit. Her relationship with Niki had just started and already Niki was telling her it was about to end. It didn't seem very fair.
"Another thing," Niki said, "a lot of women want to tie you up in a relationship. It's like an ownership thing, a need to be possessed or to possess someone. But I am young, and I don't do that. That's what I have discovered about women so far, I don't know," she shrugged and let go of her tight grip on Debbie's hands.
They had fun as they explored the rest of the museum, but Debbie had a different feeling in her heart. She made sure to guard herself and to keep her distance from Niki. Things did not feel quite as good as they had only an hour earlier, but they were still okay. When Niki dropped Debbie off at her house, she gave Debbie a kiss goodbye. She told her to let her know about coming up to Dartmouth a
nd drove off back to college.
Debbie talked to her parents and they thought it was a wonderful idea for Debbie to spend a weekend with her new girlfriend at Dartmouth. A black lesbian scholar, they muttered to themselves, their hearts swelling with liberal pride. They could see no harm in that situation.
So the next weekend Debbie packed up an overnight bag with her trendiest, most adult outfits and headed off to Dartmouth. In spite of herself, she found that she packed the sailboat pendant way at the bottom of her duffel bag. Just for good luck. Debbie took the bus to White River Junction and Niki met her at the bus station. Niki looked especially giddy when she picked up Debbie, and Debbie soon found out that it was because there was a special visitor on campus that weekend, and she had just arrived today.
"A special visitor? It must be the president or something for you to get this excited," Debbie said.
Niki told her that the visitor was none other than the famous billionaire lesbian Harriet Rothchild. She was going to be giving a speech about how she had made billions in the stock market that afternoon at the world-renowned Tuck Business School, followed by an evening reception at the Dartmouth Gay, Lesbian, Bisexual, and Transgender Alumni Association, known as DGALA for short. "One of the awesome things about Dartmouth is when famous people visit they hold lots of small events with only twenty people or so and you can all get cozy in a small room drinking wine and eating canapes while you hob knob and get to know famous people on a really deep level. That's what it is going to be like at tonight's DGALA reception. And the topic Harriet is speaking on is 'What is a lesbian.' I just know you are going to love it!" Niki was almost bouncing for joy.
When they got back to campus their first stop was to hear Harriet talk at Tuck. They were both really impressed with the young billionaire. She was dressed in a cool but expensive designer casual with her long brown hair looking messy and windswept. She had a natural beauty and a real don't care attitude about makeup and hair that just made her all the more divine. She had a lot of great tips for how to make a killing on through smart, small investments. She told the audience how back in 1965 she had invested $1,000 in the McDonald's corporation, her investment is now worth over $4.1 million today, plus dividends. Similarly, she put a small thousand dollar deposit in a new company called Comcast back in 1974 that is now worth 4.5 million dollars. Her biggest break came from a thousand dollar investment in the Apple Company, now worth 43.75 billion dollars. In addition to guidance on investing, she also had a lot of inspirational words for young women who were trying to break into business. "Business is still a man's world," she advised the women in the audience, "but men have one weakness that we don't. They have balls. Kick 'em in the balls and watch them fall. But we women, we keep on standing—even when we get hit we won't fall down. That is a woman's strength, and you must use it to your advantage." Although the men in the audience were not very happy to hear this, the woman broke into a loud applause, including Debbie, who was reminded of that day way back when when a girl named Helen had kicked the big boys in the balls and made them fall. There was truth to this Harriet woman's words.
That evening Debbie and Niki were part of a privileged group of only 24 people who got to attend Harriet's talk on 'What is a Lesbian' at Dartmouth's Hopkins Center. Everyone was gather in a circle in very comfortable, tall, overstuffed chairs listening to Harriet talk.
The theme of the evening was of special interest to Debbie, who was not sure that she yet understood what it meant to be a lesbian. She was hoping for easy answers, but that wasn't what she got. Instead, Harriet encouraged her to think and to discover for herself.
"I put my heart out to all people that are different, and to all people who are gay," Harriet began. "One thing I can promise you, many people in the gay and lesbian community are going to try to put you in a box. In a lesbian box. They will tell you that if you are a lesbian you are like this, or you are like that, and you should dress like this, and you must talk like this, and this is good for you and that is bad for you and so on and so forth. They will convince you that if you don't act, dress, talk, and think exactly the way they tell you to that you are going to be shunned. The world won't accept you and they won't accept you either." Harriet paused and let it sink in to everyone in the room. She knew she was offending some, after all, it was DGALA who was hosting this talk and she was sure that they had their own ideas about exactly what a lesbian was. But whatever. She took a sip from her glass of wine and then continued, "I'm here to tell you that it is all a bunch of bullshit. The truth of the matter is that you are you, first and foremost. That's it. That's all it can be. Game over. Nothing more to say. Any person who tries to put you in any sort of fucking box, just walk away from them."
"And anyone who wants to put you in some tiny little lesbian box filled with a list of rules and orders, well that person has definitely not opened themselves up to the wonderful history of famous, strong, courageous, free thinking and action taking lesbians that is over 5,000 years long. Any person who tries to squash you into that lesbian box has not traveled the world and lived with and had long conversations with all the diverse lesbians and their friends and families. Never, ever get into that box. Just be you."
The audience applauded although there were definitely some frowns all around, just like at her talk at the Tuck. It was to be expected when ever someone spoke the truth. Debbie certainly was not one of the ones frowning, even though she had secretly hoped for an easy answer, for a checklist she could mark off and then declare that she was, definitely, one hundred per cent for certain a lesbian. But Harriet was right, it didn't work like that. The world couldn't work like that. And with her short speech done, Harriet opened up the room for question and answers. There were a lot of questions and Harriet answered them all with poise and tact until the time ran out. Debbie did not have a particular question in mind, but after everything was over she wanted to go up and shake Harriet's hand and thank her for her talk.
Debbie and Niki got up and waited in a long line to speak with Harriet. When they finally got their turn they both gave her a firm handshake and thanked her for all of the inspiration. Harriet smiled warmly, and she turned to Debbie. "Sweetie, you look a bit young to be here sipping on wine," she laughed. Debbie blushed a bright red, scared she was about to get busted by her new hero for underage drinking. "Ummm…" she muttered, dumbstruck. Harriet just laughed. "Relax. I am not going to get you in any trouble. Now tell me, what to do you want to do with yourself in the future?" Debbie gave Harriet her typical response, "I want to become the first female Navy SEAL and then join the CIA," she answered smartly. Harriet paused. She didn't know if she should laugh. She had never heard a response like that in all her time on the college circuit. She was not sure if it was a joke, but looking at Debbie's stern face, she decided that this girl was serious, so she replied as best she could. "Well, honey, that is a very interesting idea. It's not something I have ever thought about before, but I can confidently say that the world needs you to do that. The world needs to have someone like you, with your warmth, with your thoughts and with your intelligence behind the trigger of a Magnum 747. Carry on, future soldier." She gave Debbie a mock salute and then moved on to all the other people waiting in line for a chance to speak with a lesbian billionaire.
Niki and Debbie felt all charged up by their brief conversation and they were also feeling hot from the fancy wine they had drank. Whatever it was, they were both in the mood. When they got back to Niki's dorm room, she loudly exclaimed how hot she was feeling and stripped down to her skivvies. Debbie followed her, but before she could finish taking off her pants she got smacked straight in the head with a big feather down pillow. "Hey," Debbie started, feeling blindsided. "PILLOW FIGHT!" Niki exclaimed, letting the little girl in her out. Debbie laughed. Little did Niki know she was a black belt in Wing Chun. It didn't seem like the time to reveal all her secrets though, especially with Niki's policy of love them and leave them, so Debbie pretended to fumble around and let Niki pummel
her with her soft pillows. Pinned on the ground, Niki started tickling Debbie all over, making her laugh and squirm. Her pussy was also getting quite wet as she checked out Niki's ample chest right up in her eyeballs. "Hey, you have some pretty big bazoongas," Debbie laughed. "Haha, yeah, I think they are as big as yours," Niki replied. "Bra swap?" Debbie suggested? "How about just bras off?" Niki laughed, and unhooked Debbie's bra. Sensing Debbie was a bit shy and squeamish, Niki opted for bras off, lights off, and she flipped the switch to her dorm room lights before taking off her own underwire and revealing her big naked titties.
With the light of a single, scented candle Niki initiated Debbie into the lesbian club. But she didn't try to put her in a box, no way. She just got into Debbie's box and played around a bit.
When the weekend was over, Niki drove Debbie to the bus station. Niki was honestly ready to get rid of Debbie. She liked the girl a lot but she had a roaming heart and a wild eye and an entire weekend with a babe was enough for her. Still, she was polite enough to make small talk during the drive and not leave things super awkward. "So, how did you like Dartmouth?" Niki asked. Debbie told her honestly that she loved her visit and she was going t apply to attend next year. "Although it would be much better if you would still be there." Niki coughed, almost choking. Jeez, women sure were clingy, she thought. But, always the polite one, she replied, "well Debbie, it sure would be nice and I am sure we are going to see each other again some time in the future but once I graduate I am going to study abroad in France and I don't know when I will be back in the states. I might never come back, to be perfectly honest." Debbie frowned and didn't speak much for the rest of the ride. When they got to the bus station Niki helped her out and gave her a hug goodbye. "Hey Debbie, one last piece of advice," she ventured, "the bad thing about meeting really great, fascinating people is that they end up spread out all over the world and a lot of them you never even see again. Don't wait on people, Debbie. Just live your life." Then she gave Debbie a kiss. She waited until Debbie was on board the bus, and then she waved goodbye and drove off back to her exciting life at Dartmouth, ready for a new girl and a new adventure.
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