Double Grades

by Kristine Robinson

  Stephanie smiled. She knew that she could count on Lexie to say the right things. And she was eternally grateful for the way that Lexie had hooked her up with Cronkite. It really was something special—Lexie was a great friend.

  “Lexie, I just want you to know that I think you're a great friend,” Stephanie said. “And I'm not just saying that because of, well, you know. I'm saying it because I mean it and I want to.”

  Lexie smiled big and nuzzled the top of her head against Stephanie's shoulder.

  “Well, Stephanie,” Lexie said. “I just want you to know that you're my best friend, so I want the best for you. And that sometimes includes something that I think, or thought, was the best for me. It's like Christmas gifts, you don't get people stuff that you don't want. You get people stuff that is so awesome you want it, even though you know it's for someone else.”

  When they got to the apartment they snuggled on the couch. Each talked about what they were going to wear to the recital tomorrow, and how good they were going to look in it. Each one knew that Cronkite would look like a million bucks, and that everyone there would know that two young, beautiful women were there with her. Maybe people would assume that they were friends, but then again it probably wouldn't take too much critical thinking to figure out that Stephanie and Lexie were with Cronkite in a capacity besides just friendship. Maybe people would keep their minds out of the gutter, but that would certainly be a first.

  The next evening arrived before either of them new it, and both of them were dressed to kill. Stephanie wore an all black satin outfit that clung to her like a drowning man claws at a buoy in the ocean, and Lexie wore a demure white dress that should off her cleavage a little bit.

  Both of them were ready to see how many people were going to be at this musical event, and how well dressed everyone else was. They both looked ready for a very nice evening out on the town, but they got the feeling that some of the people in the audience were going to be wearing diamonds that cost as much as all of Stephanie and Lexie's accumulative college debt.

  Stephanie and Lexie both rode together to Cronkite's house, and from there they hopped into a limousine and started the trek to the super nice side of town. Not that Cronkite lived on the bad side of town at all, it was just that Ames had just went through another massive wave of gentrification, so places that used to be pretty nice were now completely awesome. It was kind of strange to think about, but around this giant auditorium that served as venue for all sorts of things were a bunch of super rich, mostly retired white folk. They were all nice enough, but it meant that, most of the time, only a certain kind of play or act came to town.

  “I'm so glad that they're letting me play,” Stephanie said. “Finally! I mean, I've been telling them I'm amazing on the keys for years, and how long did it take them to book me? Nearly half a decade. It's just so silly sometimes how slow to respond people are. I totally get that there are ways to do things right, and ways to do things wrong, but I want things done on a time frame that isn't so long!”

  Stephanie listened and wondered what it was like to be a woman and be that successful. It must have been a good feeling, considering how many people were coming just to listen to her play.

  “You girls enjoy yourself as you set above everyone else and eat your dinner,” Cronkite said “It actually wasn't a big deal at all to have another seat added. No one even asked me. If they would have I wouldn't have really explained anyway because it's kind of none of their business.”

  The ride to the auditorium seemed to fly by. Soon they were parked outside, stepping out of the limo onto a red carpet. It was an amazing feeling to walk down the carpet with her arm intertwined with Cronkite's. Lexie was with them the whole way, and when the three ladies walked in, an packed house of thousands of people jumped to their feet and roared their approval.

  Stephanie and Lexie took a seat while Cronkite made her way over to the piano. She started slow, choosing to lead out with a piece that Stephanie knew but couldn't place, then moved into her own music. It was wonderful to listen to her play, the way the notes sounded. It wasn't like when a man plays and he really strikes each note with enough zest that the piano wire sings with a throaty zest, but instead the kind of light finesse that wasn't often seen when it came to pianists. Stephanie was really impressed, and she could tell that Lexie was as well. Because it wasn't easy to do what Cronkite was doing, and what was easy was allowing a passion to become a hobby, or just something one does to pass the time. That would have been the easy way out. But instead Cronkite struggled for years and years to learn how to play, and then she practiced for time untold, then she patiently waited for her time. And now it was her time.

  There was always something super sexy about musicians making love to their instruments and their music. Cronkite especially loved it, rocking back and forth ever so slowly on the piano's bench, smiling a small, innocent smile to herself. It really was awesome to see her have such an amazing time, and not just a fun time, but moments of intimacy and vulnerability.

  Eventually, after an hour or so of playing, Cronkite started to wrap everything up with a crescendo. It truly was moving, and Stephanie appreciated that Cronkite had decided to really put herself out there instead of throwing a softball and doing something safe. Stephanie could tell that the performance had been real, raw, and something that was unique in a one-of-a-kind sort of way.

  When Cronkite made it back to the table, the applause had been going for nearly twenty minutes and was still going strong.

  “They liked it! They really liked it,” Cronkite said. “I can't believe they're still applauding me!”

  After things had settled down they all three made their way back to the limo. Had been an amazing dinner and an even better performance. There was a lot to be said about someone who had studied their craft to the point of mastery being willing to share it with the rest of them. Cronkite was certainly one of those people, and Stephanie was glad that they were all three going home together. She wasn't sure yet what they would do, if anything, but she did know that she was ready for whatever came. She had a very real crush on Cronkite, and over the last day or so had started to cultivate one on Lexie as well. There had always been some kind of connection between her and Lexie, but usually they just played it off, neither one wanting to own up to the fact that they should probably be more than friends. But that could wait for another time, right now Stephanie was totally enthralled with what would happen after they got back to Cronkite's house, which they had just pulled up to.

  “I hope you ladies had a wonderful night,” Cronkite said. “It really, really makes me happy that you decided to come out. I know that you could have been doing a multitude of other things. Oh, and also, I want to tell you how absolutely fantastic both of you look. It really is great that I was made to feel so beautiful at your sides. And you know what? You really do need to believe me when I say that the two of you really do make me look more beautiful!”

  Cronkite was on cloud nine, and made everyone drinks before putting on music and dancing around. It was a nice vibe that Cronkite conjured up, with old school drinks and blues music. It made it seem like they were in another era, one that never really existed, where people could do whatever they wanted without being judged by society.

  “Come to me, Stephanie, I must teach you how to dance,” Cronkite said. “And you, as well, Lexie.”

  Cronkite spent the next hour having both of the girls dance with her and each other. Eventually Cronkite put her arms around both of them and started to kiss them all over. It was like being enraptured by something that was hard to explain, something that felt so right that Stephanie wondered why they hadn't been doing it the whole time. So all three women kissed with passion, with love, and with abandon. They groped each other gently, and slowly pulled each other's clothes off. It was one of those moments that each one of them knew they would want to savor forever. It was also one of those moments that was made completely hilarious when Cronkite bra tangled and both Stepha
nie and Lexie had to help her to remove it.

  “You ladies are something else,” Cronkite said. “I want you to go down on me, Stephanie. Please.”

  Stephanie pushed Cronkite back on the couch and slowly started kissing her way from her lips down to her navel, and then down even further. Cronkite writhed with pleasure, moaning, and pushing against the back of Stephanie's head.

  “Oh my God,” Cronkite said. “You feel so good! Please don't stop, please! You have no idea how long I've wanted you to do this. Since the first day I saw you in my class I knew that I had to have you like this. Oh, God, you're so good! A natural.”

  Stephanie loved the response she was getting from Cronkite, and how Lexie petted her hair and played with it while she was busy between Cronkite's thighs.

  “You're getting me there,” Cronkite said. “I'm close, just a little further. Don't stop, don't stop. Oh my God. Just like that. Yes, just like that.”

  Suddenly Cronkite's whole body went tense and she really pushed on the back of Stephanie's head.

  “I'm coming, I'm coming, don't stop,” Cronkite said. “Please don't stop.”

  But Stephanie had no intention of stopping because this is exactly what she'd wanted to have happen. She'd been hoping the whole recital that she'd be able to get Cronkite off quickly and smoothly with her tongue to start the night out, because after that it was always easy to get along and hang out. There wasn't ever that awkward sitting around like, “Well, I wish you would have got me off.” Now that Cronkite had been brought to orgasm, they could all really play.

  “Come here, baby,” Cronkite said. “That's right, Lexie, I'm talking to you. I want to eat your cute little sex while Stephanie goes down on me.”

  Lexie crawled across the bed to Stephanie and positioned her pelvis above Cronkite's head. Lexie slowly lowered her love flower to Cronkite's waiting mouth, and moaned as the more experienced lesbian worked Lexie's love box with all the experience of a seasoned lover.

  “Oh my God,” Lexie said. “I can't believe that this is happening. This is so amazing. Oh my God.”

  Stephanie crawled around the other two women and lay on her back so that Lexie could easily eat her while she was being eaten by Cronkite. It was so much fun to watch all of it happen. Stephanie had no regrets about going through with it, and was glad that Lexie had pushed her to actually do something about her crush instead of just having a crush she never did anything about.

  After they'd all tongued each other into blissful states, they took turns grinding against one another. They're sexual revival took several hours, and by the end everyone couldn't believe how good they felt.

  “Now, I don't want either of you girls to turn into strangers just because we did the dirty,” Cronkite said. “And I want both of you two to know that you were stunning tonight—beyond gorgeous. I loved every second of being around you two. It's amazing that either of you even associate with me.”

  “I'm glad that you're in my life,” Stephanie said. “I've always had the biggest crush on you, but now, laying naked beside you in bed, it's almost like the dream wasn't better than reality. It's crazy how much one can build up anticipation in their heads, and also pretty crazy how much that anticipation can be warranted sometimes.”

  All of them decided to watch a little bit of television on the big screen in the hot tub room. None of them wore clothes. Now it was all free love and sex, well, sort of. There was obviously a time and a place, no matter how much they did things out in the open. One of Cronkite butlers came out with drinks and everyone helped themselves. It was a nice night out, and the horizon lit up with a million glowing stars.

  “What's it like to suddenly be so wealthy? I don't mean to be rude or awkward, I've just noticed that you have a butler now, for instance,” Stephanie said. “But also, things like the hot tub room in general. I think it would be weirder not to ask about it, honestly.”

  Cronkite took a long drink before she answered.

  “It's hard to describe really, because I'm in a liminal state when it comes to finances. I had an advance come in today, before the show, and now I have even more money streaming in. I don't have anyone handling my affairs but myself, though—I don't want to give the impression that I've given agency over to someone else. There is so much I need to do! But yes, the hot tub room was actually a pretty easy upgrade to my house. It wasn't what you would think. That's kind of the new thing that people are doing, where as before—like, say, in the seventies—people created those little greenhouses that attached to their homes.”

  “I totally get what you're saying,” Lexie said. “And you don't see many of the small greenhouses anymore, but it was a really good idea, in theory. But not really for a serious plant grower, more for someone who wants to enjoy the sun in winter, or something like that.”

  “Ah, I see,” Stephanie said. “It's more of a luxury that's trendy and somewhat affordable than, say, something that is just ridiculous like a yacht.”

  “You're absolutely right,” Cronkite said. “That had a lot to do with it. That and I really like hot tubs.”

  Stephanie drifted over to Cronkite and put her arms around her, caressing her mot intimate parts. It wasn't long before she was joined by Lexie. All three of them sat down next to each other in the hot tub and set it to the highest setting.

  All three women loved touching each other. It was all about mutual contact, mutual attention, and mutual pleasure. The relationship was organic, nothing about it was contrived or forced. That was because they were a real threesome—not a one night stand or some weird scene in a pornographic movie. They were an actual thing, something that wasn't just for show. They were a long term, three person unit.

  As they moved their tongues in and out of each others' mouths, and as their arms became intertwined and their hands got lost in the mass of bodies moving and undulating against each other, Stephanie realized how happy she was. Sure, she was in a relationship that really pushed the bounds of what most people considered classy, by any stretch of the imagination. But she didn't do things for other people, she did them for herself. And that's the way the world worked. So is someone was going to take offense to the fact that she was with two other women, then fuck them. They obviously needed to get the fuck out of her life.

  The rest of the night moved smoothly to Cronkite preparing for another recital. She'd called the university and been on the phone with them all day about her new success. Just now, she was wrapping up a phone call.

  “Yes, I know, isn't it wonderful! I mean, really,” Cronkite said. “I couldn't have asked for a better stroke of luck. That one critic who is in charge of the opinion section of the New York Times just happened to be there and see my performance. He said that he loved it and can't wait to get more. It really is something else when it's the Goddamn New York Times, you know what I mean?”

  Her work knew what she meant, or at least pretended to have some idea of what she meant. It wasn't like she really had to make that much sense, most of it was intuitive.

  When Cronkite was gone to the next thing, Stephanie spoke to Lexie.

  “I'm really happy,” Stephanie said. “Because if you aren't it's fine and we can figure something else out as far as life goes. We don't need to pretend to like an arrangement that suited us for a day was meant to last forever.”

  “No, I'm still very much down,” Lexie said. “But I do appreciate you checking in. There really isn't much going on in my head except that we need to stick together and try to support each other. I think it's good that Cronkite does her own thing when it comes to music, because so much of that is just hers, so I guess I'm more talking about other stuff. I don't know.”

  Stephanie hated it when she felt like she couldn't articulate something.

  “I know exactly how you feel,” Lexie said. “And you know what, I don't mind feeling it. It's normal to feel a little 'guilty' about the entire thing.”

  Stephanie laughed.

  “Isn't it strange how people expect us to feel
badly that we found love and happiness? It's crazy for me to think about, anyway. There seemed to be an awful lot of people in the world who seemed to have no problem with it.

  As time went on the three became closer and closer until they were nearly inseparable. It was an amazing thing, really, and something that each of them marveled at in turn. As the days past they intertwined further and further, as if trees, until eventually there was no way to tell one from the other at all.

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