Cecilia and Sherry Part One

Cecilia and Sherry, Part One

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The story deals with life long love and friendship and rank infidelity and blatant disrespect.

We both went to the same high school, but Sherry was a year older and the leader of our school's version of "Mean Girls" strutting down the Halls, people had to get our of their way or be mowed down.

I'm Hispanic, Japanese, Sicilian and Portuguese. My Mama is from Peru and was scholarshipped at the University of Washington and she ran track. She was tiny five feet tall and stunning. Her name is Hipolito.

Daddy, Bernito Vanni is not tall, five foot six, but his shoulders and chest are massive. He was the darling of Seattle Sports when he played football for the Huskies. In the family room there is this huge eight four inch framed photo of him, a cover of Sports Illustrated. His rock solid body squeezing between the three hundred pound center and guard for the University of Michigan Wolverines, his helmet buried in the belly of the two hundred fifty pound fullback stopping him on the half foot line on fourth down. It's on YouTube, an old broadcast of ESPN where the broadcaster says, "He's tiny, but he's tough, eleven tackles, four for losses. Five foot six two hundred and thirty five pounds. I've seen it all."

I was nine, when they separated, Mama finally left after hiding her serial infidelities and was now living in Cyprus with some Russian Oligarch her fourth husband I think, but who in the world is counting. She sends cards and wire's five thousand dollars a month to Daddy's account who gives it to St. Anne's. I burn the cards without reading them. I hate her so fucking much. I have not seen her in ten years.

My name is Cecilia Vanni. I'm eighteen years old. I live with pops and Nonna Vittoria who cooks and cleans for us, I have no idea how old she is, she's daddy's mama, if I were to guess maybe in her early sixties. She was maybe a little overweight and it's embarrassing to say this about your Nonna, but her tits were ginormous. Mama's were big too DD-Cups, I saw Nonna one morning as I looked into her room in a mirror on a closet door. They were over a foot long, from her chest to her nipples.

There were stretch marks all over the top where they hung from her chest. I swear on my mother's grave her nipples were over an inch long and thick.

Sigh. When I was in the fourth grade, I was a tomboy and faster than anyone in the neighborhood, when my girls came to visit and never left. I was a C-cup and ten years old, totally confused. I walked through the Halls of St. Annes grade school (K-8) with my arms crossed so nobody could see them. This sweet boy across the aisle who lived up the street from our home across from the public school Junior High and I would pass notes and giggle before Sr. Marie Claire came into the class room, now stared at me, well my chest and his face turned all red.

The principal, Mrs. Jackson sent a messenger to class one morning to bring me to her office. She was really tall. She reached for my hand as I crossed my arms. She stopped and raised her eyebrows and I shook my head vigorously no.

I found myself sitting on this hard wooden chair barely able to see Mrs. Jackson as I was three foot eight inches tall. My arms were firmly crossed. She stood up and walked around her desk and sat on the edge of the desk and smiled at me, but looked sad at the same time. "Cecilia, where's your mom?"

I had not seen my mom in weeks, I wasn't sure really, she'd be gone for weeks at a time, she's an insurance underwriter, for bizarre business coverages, her words not mine. I didn't want to get into that, so I shrugged my shoulders as if to say I had no clue which was the truth, except hard to do with my arms crossed.

She went on, "The reason I asked is I tried to call your mom and the phone number was disconnected. Do you know about that?"

As a ten year old, I felt despair come to roost, at ten, yep. I had a real high voice.

"My mama travels a lot for business, she is an insurance underwriter for Berkshire Hathaway and sometimes Lloyd's for special times."

She leaned back and grabbed this magazine and showed me a picture of mama in a wedding dress being held up by this huge Greek man with her bejeweled hand showing a wedding band and a diamond as big as a fifty cent piece wearing white stilettos, she asked, "Is this your mom?"

The way Nonna relates it I pitched forward off the chair onto my face, I broke my nose, there was blood everywhere and she said and she always added this it took me weeks to get the blood out of that blouse.

Apparently, there was some timing issues, for Daddy to be served the divorce papers, or maybe she just forgot and didn't give a shit about us. I've always thought that was the case. My nose now had a little ridge and was bent a bit. Nonna and Mrs. Kroft my English teacher in my Junior year said it made me flawed and hot all at the same time. What in the world does my Nonna know about hot? Mrs. Kroft regularly hit on me and was my faculty advisor. She actually kissed me last week, she could kiss alright but was fifty five years old. Mainly now I kept my eyes peeled as she also mauled my tits through my tee shirt, almost ripping off my letterman's jacket. Yep I'm fast and I have a scholarship to the University of Washington.

Back to Sherry and the Mean Girls, her locker was right next to mine and I was rummaging through the bottom of mine looking for a book that was late to the library and I found it and stood up and we were six inches apart and I looked up at her face.

She had green eyes and freckles and beautiful thick red hair and fat lips, red with lipstick. At some point my mouth was open and she leaned down and said, "Nice tits, very nice tits, " and briefly our chests mashed together.

Then she was gone and I felt so flush and my heart was pounding, she actually looked like Lindsay Lohan, maybe a little taller. God she was so beautiful. What did she say about my tits, they were 'nice, very nice'. I had a boyfriend, Jack Steele and he lived by our High School, Bishop Blanchett and I was eighteen due to the divorce and family tumult, so technically I was a virgin, my hymen was secure, but hand jobs and blow jobs were a big part of our life now and he even ate me during my monthly, talk about sweet agony. He had a nice dick too, nice and thick, we measured it and it was eight inches.

But all I could think about was Sherry. Was she hitting on me? Oh my fucking God, would she do it again? Please God yes, where did that come from, was I talking to God, was there a lesbian saint? Doubtful, lots of nuns are queer, most probably, but not all actually act on it, despite what porn producers say.

St. Anne's had lost two Irish priests who were fucking little boys and married women, so who knows, there had to be plenty of queer popes too, I wonder if there'd ever been even one that was not. Can you imagine living for sixty years and not having sex, maybe they wore those chastity thingies!

Ultimately, I googled lesbian red heads on my smart phones and there it was, busty twins entwined licking their snatches, lesbian teachers fucking students, eating their asses, then there was this Latina Alina Lopez. She was so beautiful, black hair and this tongue that was long and bent and she made women cum and this one video she was fucking this red head woman, Penny Pax who tried to hump Alina's whole head into her cunt.

I watched that over and over again on my phone with the sound turned almost off. Penny looked like Sherry except Sherry was taller and her tits were bigger. Did I mention I could touch my nose with my tongue? But she was going to graduate soon, true longing set in, some where between my rosebud and my clit. I wanted her to fuck my tits, cover them in hickeys and bite my nipples. I didn't get much sleep that night.

At dinner that night, before I found Alina and Penny, Nonna made stuffed manicotti with ricotta and hazelnuts, with a white sauce and mushrooms. She let me cut up stuff, but that was all. I had two helpings, tomorrow we were determining who would be travelling to meets for the school both fall indoor season and spring season.

I used this transparent tape to bind my titties to me so I could run. I am five feet tall, four foot eleven but who is counting and I weighed ninety four pounds. I wore a Blanchette tee shirt over the tit tape, because the track wife beater like uniforms would show that off. The hardest part was getting the track shorts over my hips and ginormous ass. I got that from Daddy.

The meet started at eleven in the morning at the University of Washington's purple track, there were public access stations there and the local NBC affiliate (KING TV). My one hundred meter run was scheduled at eleven forty five and I was there at eleven thirty five. Two black girls, apparently sisters, one went to Franklin High in Seattle and the other to Tahoma in Tacoma, maybe different baby daddies, they were maybe six feet tall, started saying shit to me calling me "Tinkerbelle". I was on the extreme outside as we got into the starting blocks and it was a good start I won going away with a 10.81 second electronically timed win.

The previous Washington state record was 11.55 by a girl from Tahoma in 2017. The Franklin runner approached me and congratulated me, giving me a hug. She said, "My older sister is a bitch, I'm sorry, "then she said, "you have the most yummy ass, it shook and jiggled the whole way, your shorts are like a thong, " she was hitting on me and she was gorgeous and I felt my tummy flutter, so I guess it's not just Sherry after all and I had given Jackson blow jobs and I wanted him to fuck me, I think I was awfully close to loving him. I didn't know what to think.

I also ran the two hundred meters and it was at one o'clock. The two hundred meters starts halfway down the side of the track and you run the curve to the finish line. I was in the middle of the pack and dove down to the inside lane and there was this tall black girl, the mean sister from Tahoma, and just as we went into the curve, I blew by her and never looked back. I ran a 21.90, one tenth behind the NCAA records.

I walked around the track with my hands on my hips trying to suck in air and the PA speaker, said "That was Cecilia Vanni of Bishop Blanchette at twenty one point nine zero seconds. Her second state record for the Bear runner today and just off the NCAA records in both events. She is the daughter of our own All American Bernie Vanni, go Dawgs!"

Then there was these two people in purple head to toe. She introduced herself, "I'm Maurica Hunter and this is my husband Andy Hunter, we coach track for the Huskies."I shook my head no, No he was a five foot six inch two hundred thirty five pound nose tackle for the Huskies, cover of Sports Illustrated squeezing between two three hundred pounders with his head buried in the belly of the Michigan fullback's belly goal line stand fourth quarter, fourth down, you can find it on YouTube too."

Tears were streaming down my face and then Daddy and Nonna were holding me as I wept, staring at the sky overcome with everything.

They were talking, "Mr. Vanni, Cecelia says you're a Husky."

He looked at her, taciturn as always and nodded yes.

"What about Mrs. Vanni."

I jumped in and said, "She's been married several times now, I was eight the last time I saw her, I was maybe nine the last time I talked to her. The pictures we saw, while she was still married to daddy, was in her wedding dress being held by this Huge Greek hunk. She didn't think she had to get a divorce before marrying again. I ghosted her Instagram and she was already with that formula one boy. The Greek guy was pissed. According to that British paper, the Examiner, she hid in Sicily with the driver and his family for a year and she had a little boy and was preggers a couple of weeks ago.

The coaches were staring at me with their mouths open. Daddy was glaring at me when Nonna spanked me hard and swore at me in Sicilian (Which is not TV Italian), she said, "Don't mention that puta (whore)."

I looked at the coaches sheepishly and said, "I'm so sorry for my rudeness, I hate her, but that's no excuse, let me introduce my Nonna Vittorio and my father. What am I, a legacy Husky?"

My father said, "Are you thinking scholarship?"

Mrs. Hunter said, "Not exactly, but with the transfer portal, we use NIL to effectuate a scholarships."

My daddy said, "I was there through 'Not exactly', but you switched to Swahili and I'm lost now, " he was being polite and smiling everywhere but not his eyes as he stared at Mrs. Hunter.

Mr. Hunter, sensing the tension, said, "Those are the acronyms for Name Image Likeness. Companies will give money so that Cecilia will stay here. In return she gets modeling engagements, Vogue, Swim Suit manufacturers, Shoe Companies, haute couture designers and our largest one in the package for Cecilia is a Seattle based commercial real estate firm. Cecelia will do commercials that will be seen on the Mariner, Seahawks and the Kracken games. The beauty of it is as her brand surges, others will reach out for her and pay for her branding.

Daddy said, "As near as I can tell, it's twenty five thousand dollars per year if she lives at home, so that's one hundred thousand dollars give or take, maybe she gets hurt and you red shirt her, oh and she lives at home, saving money on housing costs that way."

Mrs. Hunter said, "We were thinking one point four million dollars."

Daddy's nostrils flared like he was a bull, "Who, he asked, "Gets the money?"

Mr. Hunter said, "She will be a legal adult, but we can set it up in trusts, on shore and offshore and if Cecilia prefers we can do it so you're protecting her."

"What do they expect from her? Don't make me be her pimp, do they expect Cecilia to sleep with somebody."

"Mr. Vanni, she will not be expected to do that. Boys and girls become men and women from eighteen to twenty three. It's like having a brand new Ferrari and you want to see how fast you can go. We watch them all, we have not had one of our athletes be prostituted out and we never will."

Then Nonna said to Mrs. Hunter pointing at her, "Portagee? Maurica?"

Nonna rested her hand across her massive breastworks and said, "Italiano y Portagee, patting herself, then went on, "her mama Native, Incan and Japanese, from Peru."

Mrs. Hunter said, "You're Italian, Portuguese, Incan and Japanese?"

She continued, "Inca runners were legendary running across the Andes mountain in relays."

I sort of felt that she was lecturing me, so I said, "Coach give me some coca leaves and I'll run distance for you too."

"She looked at me, then a huge smile broke out and burst out with a guffaw followed by rapid fire laughs."

I was giggling too. She said, "We'd like to take you out to dinner tonight. We like this restaurant on Capitol Hill called Altura, say at seven tonight?"

Before Daddy could say anything, Nonna said, "Si, yes, very good."

We drove home in Daddy's truck. I showered, shaved my legs, I had pledged to myself never to shave my riotous thick black haired bush. I wasn't a little girl.

I wore an open neckline, off white sundress. White thigh highs and some four inch white stilettos. Underneath I wore a shelf bra that my soft big natural titties were right there for every one to see. I watched myself breathe and my breasts shimmered just from normal breathing. I don't know who I was trying to impress, but I didn't want them to be surprised with what I brought to the table. I wanted to see if either of them wanted to fuck me or none of them."

Nonna approved. She was wearing a red shift with her ample bosom on display, Daddy didn't seem to care what I wore. I don't think he's been with a woman and there's no porn on the laptop in his bedroom, I'd checked. I'm not weird, I didn't want him to notice me like that, I just wanted someone to love him and take care of him, maybe give me a little sister. My stupid display today was rude and insensitive and I embarrassed him and hurt him.

I tippy tapped down the fir floor to his door and knocked softy and said, "Papa."

The door opened and he was tying his tie through the collar of his light blue oxford button down shirt.

"Hey, Cece, are you okay, "I only called him Papa when I was in trouble.

"I'm so sorry for embarrassing you and the family talking about my egg donor in front of outsiders."

He pulled me to him and hugged me and I was Miss waterworks again and he patted me and picked me up and sat me on the bed and said, "Cece, I did nothing wrong. It hurt horribly at first. It's like when somebody dies, you grieve and move on. I'm not angry at her. I've moved on, I just don't care. She's sick. My counselor thinks her daddy in Peru sexually abused her. That's simplistic of course, but she finds approval being with a new partner. So I'm okay. I want you to let go of her too. Please."

He stood up and said, "Let me finish we have to go soon."

I stood up and stamped my foot. "Papa, you're alone, you need to find someone who loves you and takes care of you."

He said, with a smile, "What about Nonna?"

"Ewe Daddy, you know what I mean. I'd like a little sister or two, you're not too old for that."

He smiled at me and said, "Oh okay, "and he went to paddle me and I ran out of his room and went downstairs. Nonna's room was downstairs and as I turned towards her room, she was outside her room and beckoned to me to come with her as she turned her back to me and moved to her room. When I was in her room she had a large spray bottle of perfume and sprayed it on her wrist and held her wrist up for me to smell. She said, "You like."

I nodded yes and she sprayed it on her other wrist and rubbed them together and then she rubbed her neck with her wrists, both sides. She said smell and I leaned in and smelled her neck and it was a subtle orange scent and something else. I said,

"That's wonderful Nonna."

Then she sprayed my wrists and I mimicked what she had done, then she grabbed the front of my dress and pulled it out and she could see all of my titties and nipples and she sprayed the scent in my cleavage and on my very large titties.

I was shocked to say the least and my face felt flush. I whispered, "Nonna."

She said, "The Portagee woman is a lesbian and she wants you. Maybe for her or her and him. Look at me, one or the other, not both. I had girlfriends, still do."

"You need someone to hold you at night at least until your children are out of the house, not like what that stupid puta did to you and your Papa. Everyone knew except you that she was cheating on him."

We walked into the restaurant, Maurica was sitting at the end of the table and her husband was to her right. As I reached the table I leaned into the table and kissed her cheek and whispered, "Please make me a woman, "her eyes were centered on my cleavage.

Nonna was correct about her and the dynamics in her marriage. She leaned over to me and said, "You look stunning Cecilia!"

I said, "Oh thank the lord, I wish you could feel my heart pounding right now, being so close to you right now. I couldn't decide whether to wear panties, "as I leaned next to her face speaking softly.

I felt her foot run up the inside of left leg and I was so wet, just like that. I said softly, "Oh fuck I'm so wet for you, just you, not him ever."

Through the entire meal her foot was between my legs, teasing my thighs, teasing me just out of reach of my sopping wet cooze. I felt Nonna's glance from the end of the table and I turned to look at her and winked, causing her to smirk. She tilted her head to her right and Daddy was heavy into a tete de tete with this beautiful black woman, who I learned later was an assistant Athletic Director Laquisha Jackson. His arm was on the table, as she was talking in a very animated fashion waving her arms and just then she laid her lovely, large breasts on his arm and then stopped talking to stare at Daddy.