SSS: 1980 Extra Story: The Great CCL Move

The proud sorority, Chicks Cum Loud, has stood in place for nearly a hundred years, based in the grand and majestic mansion known to most as CCL House. Only once in its proud history has it officially moved, and the move was only for a little while: just a few hours. There were no trucks, no boxes, and no movers.

The year is 1996. It’s an unusually hot, muggy, spring evening.

Tiny and waiflike, Letty flits around the house in her jean shorts and violently pink tank top, ensuring that her daughters haven’t left anything particularly embarrassing lying out. Letty recently turned forty, her age and size are deceiving. She can get a lot of cleaning done quickly when she needs to.

Both of her teenage daughters are out tonight, and for the very first time, Mary told Letty not to wait up. Letty fully expects that her daughter will shortly be having awkward, uncomfortable sex with her boyfriend in the back of a car. Bad sex can still be exciting, especially when you’re young. Letty hopes that Mary is out there making good memories.

The AC hums and rattles, spewing cold air into the living room. It’s loud enough that she doesn’t hear a car pull up outside; it takes the doorbell to get her to the front of the house.

Letty opens the door to find Martina on the step and Kris making her way onto the porch.

Martina and Letty have been friends for years, but they understandably grew distant when Martina moved all the way across the country. Her return to Gurlberg should’ve been some grand, sentimental reunion, but adulthood had gotten in the way. Martina has been working nonstop since she got back; she’s barely unpacked her house.

Now the curvy, dark-haired woman stands on Letty’s porch in scrubs and wearing her clinic ID.

“What the hell are you doing here looking like that?” Letty asks bluntly.

“I told Carla I was working. She doesn’t need to know I’m over here getting wasted,” Martina replies without missing a beat, pushing past Letty into the house.

Letty snorts and stands aside for Kris, who’s a bit more polite. Kris is a tall, unfairly busty and hourglass-shaped brunette. Just like she was in college when they met, more than fifteen years ago. Kris had been in a crazy sorority, but she’d turned out the sanest of all of them. Sometimes Letty wishes that she’d given the sorority life a try, but that hadn’t been possible: she’d had a daughter at home already. She doesn’t regret getting pregnant young, but there’s no denying it: that changed things.

“Hey,” Kris says, ducking in to give Letty the quickest half-hug and cheek peck as she crosses the threshold.

“Who said anything about getting wasted?” Letty murmurs, closing the door once they’re in. “We aren’t in college anymore.”

“God,” Martina moans, ignoring her. She pulls off her ID and stretching her arms over her head. “Where are the girls?”

“Mary’s out with her boyfriend and Linda’s with her dad,” Letty replies, following them into the kitchen, where Martina’s already picked up the bottle of wine that Letty had set out.

“Where’s your corkscrew?” she asks.

“Help yourself,” Letty tells her dryly.

“I brought snacks,” Kris says, putting her tote down.

“You open it,” Martina says, pushing the bottle into Kris’s hands. “Don’t you have any CDs around this place? I want to listen to Madonna. We can because Jenny’s not here, right?”

“She said she was coming,” Letty calls after Martina, who’s gone into the living room.

“She’ll cancel,” Kris predicts.

“She just won’t show,” Martina agrees. “You got that wine open yet? Where are your CDs?” Martina hasn’t changed at all. She acts like an adult around her daughter and with her patients, but those are the only times. “Is anybody going to see that Will Smith movie?”

“Probably,” Kris calls back. “It’s not out until like summer.”

“I want to see it,” Martina calls back.

Letty rolls her eyes and helps Kris unload her tote of snacks.

“Got any weed?” Kris asks jokingly.

“It’s her welcome back party. Just put up with her.”

“I thought she might’ve grown up in California.”

“You know she’s basically the only person at the clinic right now,” Letty reminds her.

“I know.” Kris sighs. They both jump as the doorbell rings.

“She actually came,” Letty says, exchanging a startled look with Kris.

As promised, Jenny’s on the porch, dressed for work. She wears gray slacks and a blouse with sexy, pointy heels. Her hair and nails look as though they’ve just been done, as always. Kris kept her figure from college, but at least she looks her age. Jenny does not, and her waist is still as tiny and envy-inducing as ever. Letty’s not about to say it, but she suspects that the secret is that Jenny is waiting to have kids while everyone else had them ages ago.

Jenny looks every inch the fancy businesswoman that she is, but she swoops in on Letty without inhibition, giving her a much more robust hug than Kris did.

“Is she here?” she asks, brushing through into the house. Like Kris, she’s lugging a tote, although hers looks expensive and chic.

“Is that Jenny?” Martina calls. “You actually came?” She emerges into the foyer, a CD forgotten in her hand.

“I wasn’t going to miss your welcome party,” Jenny says, going in for a warm hug.

“How are you welcoming me back? You don’t even live in Gurlberg,” Martina says, detaching herself. “You look good.”

“So do you. High fashion,” Jenny says, taking in the other woman’s scrubs.

“Shut up. Did you bring booze?”

“Of course,” Jenny says.

“Hey, I have booze,” Letty cuts in.

“Not like I do,” Jenny says regally. In the kitchen, she reveals what she’s brought along.

“You are the dumbest rich broad. Is your fancy booze better with Coke than my Jack?” Letty asks, exasperated.

“Probably,” Jenny says, handing a bottle to Martina, who eagerly breaks the wax seal.

In minutes they’re in the living room, Martina and Letty on one couch and Jenny with Kris on the other, tall glasses full of ice, whiskey, and Coke in their hands. Fat beads of sweat drip over their fingers from the drinks, and the icy air from the AC feels incredible.

“Martina,” Kris says with a dignified smile, lifting her glass.

“Tina,” the others say in chorus, raising theirs as well.

“Thank you, everyone,” Martina says, taking a deep gulp.

“I know you’re glad to be back. What about Carla? How’s she taking it?” Letty asks. “I keep thinking that I’ll say something to her, but she probably doesn’t remember me. John had Mary all the time when you still lived here, so she never had a reason to know who I was.”

“You were at our house all the time,” Martina says. “But you’re probably right. She’s, uh… very focused on her own stuff right now.”

Kris snorts.

“What?” Martina asks waspishly. “She’s interested in CCL. And she flirts with me every time I tutor her.”

“Letty, where’s your gun? Shoot me,” Martina says.

“I don’t have a gun,” Letty says.

“What about pills?”

“It’s a good thing,” Kris says. “She’s got confidence. I think she’s funny. I just wish she’d stop looking at my tits and do some work once in a while.”

“You’re not going to stop her from looking at tits,” Martina says tiredly. “I’ve tried.”

“Everyone looks at your tits,” Jenny murmurs to Kris, and there’s truth in that. There’s speculation that the absurd size of Kris’s breasts is what dashed her hopes of playing for the WNBA.

“If she’s so girl crazy, maybe CCL is right for her,” Letty suggests. “Or boy crazy. Everyone wants to get in CCL’s pants. Don’t they?”

Kris shrugs noncommittally, but they all remember the way that her now-husband relentlessly pursued her. Joining CCL automatically makes anyone popular. There’s no getting around it.

“Especially cops,” Jenny murmurs, and Kris pours the half-melted ice cubes from her glass down Jenny’s shirt.

“Ah!” Jenny laughs. It’s not enough that Kris married a cop; it’s starting to look as though her daughter wants to be one now. Letty can’t even imagine what that must be like for Kris, who loves her husband, but not necessarily his politics, which he’s teaching to their child.

The AC sputters and goes silent.

It’s quiet for a moment as they all stare at it. Then Jenny takes a long drink.

“Oh boy,” she says.

Letty lets out a long sigh and stands up, chugging the last of her drink. “I’m gonna turn this off for a minute so I can call Robert.”

“Refills?” Martina asks.

“Definitely. It’s going to warm up fast,” Kris predicts, handing over her glass.

Letty turns off the music. Jenny yawns, stretches, and wanders off to the bathroom while Martina takes the glasses to the kitchen to mix more drinks. Letty’s on the phone, reporting that the AC is broken again. It’s peaceful. Martina feels like she’s in a dream, and not just because the drinks are strong. She’s with her friends again. In Gurlberg. It could almost be 1983 again.

She takes Kris a fresh drink and resumes her place on the sofa, nearly doing a spit take when Jenny walks in topless.

“What are you doing?” Kris asks as Jenny picks up her drink. Kris is much less fazed by the bare breasts than Martina is.

Jenny shrugs, which isn’t so innocent when she’s naked above the waist. “It’s getting warm and my top was wet. Bitch,” she adds to Kris. Regally, she puts one hand on her hip and takes a long sip. “Besides. I still got it.” She gives her hips a little shake.

“What the hell, Jenny?” Letty says, coming back in and seeing the nudity.

“She was saying how much perkier she is than you. She said you’re an old bag,” Martina says dryly.

“The fuck you did,” Letty snaps, immediately starting to peel off her shirt.

“How come she strips when you say something and I could never get to first base with her?” Jenny asks Martina, and fortunately, Letty doesn’t hear. She whips it off and throws it at Jenny, flouncing dramatically back onto the sofa beside Martina, who hands over her drink.

Letty gulps it and glares at Jenny, who smirks.

“Half the assembled are topless. Now it’s officially a CCL party,” she remarks, returning to her spot beside Kris. “Come on.” She nudges the much taller woman. “Get them out. I haven’t seen them in fifteen years.”

“Jesus,” Letty mutters, looking at Martina. “You believe these two?” Martina isn’t sure how the little woman is asking that when she’s got her tits out this way, but she shrugs in reply.

“Come on,” Jenny whines. “What happens at CCL House stays at CCL House.”

“This isn’t CCL House, dumbass,” Letty says.

“It is,” Jenny says excitedly, and drunkenly, spilling some of her drink as she shakes a finger at Letty. “CCL House is like Air **** One. Any plane is Air **** One if the president is on it.” Jenny smiles prettily, unaware that her hair has started to come undone. She bats her eyelashes and lays one hand demurely on her bare breast. “And wherever I am is CCL House.”

“Where you are is fucking wasted,” Martina mutters and Letty giggles.

They all hear it at the same time: a sound that’s hard to identify. Was that a thump? The crickets are going outside, but this was something else.

“What was that?” Letty asks, frowning. “Did that come from next door?”

Martina comes to her senses. “Next door is my house,” she says, getting to her feet.

They all follow her to the kitchen, where she opens the window. A rush of hot air pours into the house, and they listen.

There’s another sound. It’s definitely coming from Martina’s house.

“This way,” Letty says, leading them to the stairs. She takes them up to the landing, where there’s a window with a much better.

“Oh no,” Martina says, her heart sinking. “That’s Carla’s room.”

A figure moves past the window. Then another.

“Does she have a boy over?” Jenny asks excitedly.

“Or a girl?” Letty asks.

Martina saw a hint of dark skin, but that’s all. They listen, gazing at the window. The curtains are parted only slightly; there’s no real view.

The next sound is unmistakable: it’s not a scream or a moan, but it’s a… breath. Of a certain type.

Jenny pumps her fist in triumph. Kris politely pretends to do a golf clap. Letty claps her hands over her mouth, trying not to laugh. Martina puts her face in her hand.

Jenny takes a deep breath. “I count three people up there,” she notes casually.

“No fucking way,” Letty says.

“Enough.” Martina grabs her ear and pulls her away from the window.

“You should be happy for her,” Kris says.

“Yeah. Same thing happened to me the other day,” Letty says as they all return to the living room. “I came home and you could hear Mary’s bedsprings from the porch. I had to pretend to come back two more times to make sure that I didn’t interrupt. Traumatizing. Course, I don’t think she was having a three-way.”

“Shut up,” Martina says dazedly, taking a deep breath.

They resume their places in the living room, and Letty mercifully turns the music back on. A couple moments pass with Martina staring into space, Letty trying not to stare at Jenny’s boobs while also debating if she should put a shirt back on, Kris looking reasonable and sane, and Jenny trying to contain her laughter at all of it.

“So take them out,” she says, picking up right where she left off.

“Or you’ll what?” Kris asks mildly.

“I’ll take you like a wild beast of the savannah.”

“OK, let’s slow down,” Kris says, reaching for Jenny’s glass. Jenny hands it over willingly, then immediately begins to undo her pants.

“Oh my god,” Kris says, looking tired.

“Wild savannah beast,” Jenny’s saying.

“You invited her,” Martina mutters to Letty, but Letty’s too interested to pay attention. Jenny’s slacks fall to the floor, revealing expensive, black, bikini-cut panties. With zero hesitation, Jenny climbs over Kris, straddling her up on her knees. She bends down to look her in the face. This causes her to stick out her rear in a very specific way, straight toward Martina and Letty.

“Um,” Letty says, licking her lips.

“She’s drunk,” Martina notes as Jenny boldly rips Kris’s blouse open, sending buttons flying. Kris is acting like an adult, but it’s not obvious that she doesn’t need much convincing from Jenny. She doesn’t resist as Jenny fumbles with her bra, and the kiss looks mutual from where Letty and Martina are sitting.

They weren’t in CCL, but they were friends with CCL girls. They knew that this sort of thing went on, even if they’d never witnessed it firsthand.

Martina fans her face. It’s getting hot in here. Neither she nor Letty has anything clever to say as Jenny and Kris swap spit and Jenny pops the other woman’s bra off. Deep in Kris’s mouth, Jenny boldly squeezes and twists Kris’s huge breasts, tugging her nipples and massaging them.

Kris’s long fingers appear between Jenny’s legs, rubbing her lips through her panties. Then they slip inside, and Letty and Martina see the black cloth moving. Jenny moans into Kris’s mouth and her hindquarters shiver.

Letty looks uncertainly over at Martina, but Martina doesn’t know what to say. She just watches as Letty makes up her own mind and unbuttons her little jean shorts, shimmying them and her panties down until they hang from her foot. Letty boldly swings her leg over the arm of the couch, spreading herself wide and boldly starting to masturbate.

Martina’s legs have inadvertently squeezed together, but her pokey nipples are visible through her scrubs, and pretty soon the wetness between her legs will be noticeable as well. Sweat stains too; it’s getting hot in here, not just because of what’s happening on the other couch.

She looks uncertainly at Letty, but Letty is literally naked and spread out, masturbating with her eyes glued either to Jenny’s tidy little ass, or the movement of Kris’s fingers in those designer panties. Jenny’s returning the favor; her fingers are in Kris’s jeans and she’s whispering something in the other woman’s ear.

Martina realizes that Letty has looked up.

She swallows. “Yeah?” Martina asks, face hot.

“Are we, uh, playing by CCL rules?” Letty asks, flushed.

Martina licks her lips, seeing Jenny’s thighs quiver and squeeze Kris’s skillful hand.

“Just for tonight?” Letty asks.

“I guess so,” Martina says.

“OK.” Letty smiles, then shyly rests her damp hand on Martina’s leg. Martina doesn’t protest. Letty slides her hand into her scrubs, then into her underwear, pushing her fingers through thick, damp pubes to reach Martina’s swollen clit.

Martina has no clothing between her and Letty’s pussy, which is smooth, wet, and warm. She hooks two fingers in and plants her palm on Letty’s clit, biting her lip as Letty works on her at the same time.

The music can cover the soft, wet sounds of fingers, but not the panting that gets louder each minute.

…and so, until 11:45 PM, when Jenny just had to slip out of the dangerously overloaded queen-sized bed, Letty’s house was CCL House for just one night. At least according to Jenny’s drunken announcement, which may have been made up, because I can’t find it anywhere in the bylaws. That night was a long time ago, Jenny isn’t getting any younger, she was also drunk when she told me the story. Did it really happen that way? We may never know.

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