Leader of the Pack Part 2

Before we left we sat around the kitchen table and I was forced to call out the slogans and try to talk in a girly voice. When I was able to do it to their satisfaction my mother gave each of us a hug and, with a smile on her face, said “Go and change the world, my daughters.”

I was given a bum-bag in shocking pink and the Wicked Sisters filled it with the things they told me were what any girl would have. I added my bank card and a bit of cash and we were off. Outside I was worried that I would be the butt of finger-pointing and name-calling but no, we walked into town with our arms linked to make sure I didn’t run away and the only thing that happened was that people smiled a lot, especially the men we passed.

We met up with the rest of the gang at a park near the Town Hall and found that some had even made up some signs to carry while we marched. I would not have expected some of the wording from girls but the one that caught my eye caused me to worry at what they had learned at school but I refrained from pointing out that the politician was unlikely to be a ‘Mysogginess’. Another one called him a ‘Groping Bustard’ which I had to smile at the thought of a large bird attacking Sally with thought of coupling. The aggrieved girl, Sally, was there and gave me a hug for helping, as did a few of last nights’ crowd. I did give my own mates a stern look as they came forward to hug me and they desisted.

I was wondering where Kelly was when a motorbike stopped in the car park and when the rider took off their helmet I saw it was her. But what a different Kelly from the demure, pastel dresses Kelly that I was smitten by. This Kelly was all black, from her raven hair down to the black leather jerkin over a black satin blouse and then to the black leather skinny jeans and the black boots. This was a Kelly who meant business and no-one had better stand in her way. I was in awe and felt a stirring in my panties.

When she joined us she looked around and asked Lilly why she had not brought me and when I was pointed out she gasped, broke out into a big smile and took me in her arms and nearly put her tongue down my throat. Maisie called, “Don’t mess his face” but she did have to do some repair work on my lips. It was a good job we brought the lipstick. We then marched on the Town Hall with me still in a daze from the total sensuality of that kiss.

Someone had tipped off the local press so there were a few camera flashes as we strode out, shouting our slogans. It was Kelly, me and Sally at the front and we got to the Town Hall and walked right in. Sally knew where the individual had his office and we shouted out our slogans as we made our way to the right corridor. As we neared his office he came storming out with a look of rage on his face and he gave Sally a whack that had her sliding down the wall.

He screamed “You bitch! I’ll get you for this” and then turned his attention on the rest of us. I think that he saw Kelly as someone not to be messed with so he started screaming at me, calling me ‘scum whore’ and ‘slut’ and I saw him pull his arm back to give me a slap as well so I did what every self-respecting lout would do. I nutted him with my forehead and I brought my knee up to meet his balls. The extra lift from the boot heel was not factored into my actions and I think my knee may have met his liver in the follow-through.

Needless to say, he sunk to the floor while making mewling sounds and there was a stunned silence from the protest group. Kelly grabbed Sally and said “I have done some temping here, follow me” and she led us through a few more corridors to a set of double doors which told us that they were alarmed. She slammed them open and we poured out into a side street as the bells started up. We could hear sirens at the front of the building and knew it was too early to be fire engines so some-one must have called the plod.

We walked quickly back to the park as other doors burst open and the streets filled with public servants. Kelly pulled me towards her motorbike and thrust a spare helmet at me, saying “Come on girl, we had better get you a long way from here. “ She got the bike started and I got on behind her and we were off, heading away from the increasing activity behind us. The rest of the crowd were dumping their signs and getting into cars if they had one. I wrapped my arms around her waist as Kelly steered and it was odd to feel the two lumps on my chest pressing into her back.

We rode out of the city centre and into the suburbs. She lived quite a way out and I was totally lost when she stopped at a block of flats. This was a part of town that my father would have liked to live in, a bit more upmarket from our terrace. She chained the bike to a lamp-post and we both took off our helmets. She then kissed me again and pulled me inside and kissed me as we rode up in the lift to her floor. In her flat the helmets were just dropped and our clothes followed, all except my bra and panties which she insisted stayed on.

To say I was ready for what happened after that would be a very heavy stretch of the truth. I found myself with my head enveloped in thigh and my tongue bringing my love to an orgasm. When she opened her legs to let me go she said “Now is the time you use your dildo” and I moved up her body, kissing everything as I went. When I got to her lips she reached down and pulled my panties down, my cock springing to attention at the entrance to its intended home. I whispered “What about protection?” She giggled, saying “You can’t get pregnant from a dildo, silly Bonnie.” OK, nothing to lose then. I made love to her until I came with her second shudder.

It had been a very busy day so far so we parted and cuddled and then lay side by side with my head on her shoulder as if I was the girl. Maybe, in her mind, I really was the girl. We slept for a while and then got up and had a shower together, needing to wash all the sticky bits carefully. Both wrapped in towelling robes we sat at her kitchen table sipping a nice cup of tea while we chatted. I found out that her mother had died, leaving her a nice little nest egg and that she temped to keep her interested in life. Her father, I was told, had thrown her out of the family home when she told him that she was a lesbian and that she would be unlikely to give him an heir to the family business.

She kept on calling me Bonnie and, when I questioned it she said that she couldn’t call her girlfriend Bog, could she? We went back to bed and I first had to put on the bra and panties again before she would allow me to touch her. We spent much of the afternoon making love and I was, I have to admit, knackered by the time we decided that I should go home. We showered again and I got dressed in the clothes I had arrived in and she did my face for me, just in case. As we rode back to my place I could see several police cars around and wondered what they were searching for.

At home I got off the bike and took my helmet off, latching it on a part of the frame that was made to carry it. She told me that she would be in touch and roared off down the road. I felt a little lost as she disappeared around the corner. I had spent several hours being guided and protected by her magnificent personality. I think that it was now more than just a crush.

I went into the house to be greeted by my worried mother who exclaimed that she had been worried that I had been picked up by the plod and was undergoing torture. My sisters both came down and immediately picked up the different shower gel I had now used twice. “Ooh!’ said Lilly “Who’s been sleeping in Kellys’ bed then.” I didn’t have to say anything as my blush said it all. They took me upstairs and recovered their various bits of clothing and I was given a crash course in cosmetic removal to a lot of giggling. I have to say that I did a bit of giggling at the thought of what we had done today. Back in Bog mode I twisted my hair up and hid it under a beanie to keep it away from my face.

My mother had already been told of the happenings at the Town Hall and I was not going to say anything other than I got away on the back of the motorbike. Dad came home and we had our tea, he was not brought up to speed on his children and their antics. At least, not until there was a banging at the door and a couple of big coppers came in to speak to my sisters. They had been recognised at the protest and they were going to be taken down to the station and charged with ‘affray in a public place’. When I tried to speak up for them, one of the coppers told me to ”stay out of it, son” or else they would charge me with hindering them while carrying out their duty. When my now crying sisters were taken away my father wanted to know just what the hell was going on so my mother and I told him that they had been taking part in a protest against the politician and it had got violent, the politician coming out second best. “Bloody good job, too. That bastard had it coming for years. I would kiss the girl that dropped him.” My mother looked at me and winked.

Marianne G 2021