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On a cold Saturday in February, 1975, Michelle Hanley and Judith Weinberg went to see Bonnie and Clyde at a revival house, the Cinema Village on 12th Street. The two were sophomores at the City College of New York. When they came out, they decided to walk a few blocks to a bar.Judy said, “How about the Cedar Tavern? It’s just a couple of blocks from here.”“No, let’s go to Googie’s today. It’s a little more cozy, I think.”Judy looked over at her taller friend and admired her gray knee-high boots. She had been having a growing infatuation with Michelle in recent months and hadn’t dared to make a gesture or statement hinting at her interest. As they started to walk down the block, Judy put out her hand and held the other woman’s left hand. Michelle briefly smiled at her and they continued on their way.She doesn’t know what I really feel about her. She thinks of me as a friend – which I am, for sure – but to her this probably just appears as a girl crush at the most. Judy thought of her own brown boots and wondered about the public impression they were making.“Do you think guys are noticing us?” Judy asked.“I don’t know; what do you mean?”Judy wasn’t entirely sure herself. “I guess, do they see us and think we’re a couple of desirable chicks?”“Yeah, I guess so.” Michelle already had a boyfriend named Paul back at City College and she seemed to be contented with him at the moment. Judy had never had a lover either male or female, but this winter, having passed her nineteenth birthday, she was acutely feeling the lack of one.She had been hoping that Michelle would somehow give her advice or at least some clues about how she should proceed with her life. In the year and a half they had known each other not much information had been offered and Judy had been reluctant to push too much on the subject. Judy’s virginity was a topic that was assumed but not openly discussed between them.In the bar they found a booth and they both ordered Irish coffees. “It’s a battle between the caffeine and the alcohol with these things,” Michelle said, a joke Judy remembered from the previous winter. Then, Judy istanbul travesti steered the conversation towards the movie. They had both seen photos of the real Bonnie and Clyde, but neither had seen the film until today.Judy said, “I admit, it turns me on to imagine being Bonnie.”“So, you identity with Faye Dunaway?” Michelle could tell immediately from the expression on her friend’s face that she had said the wrong thing. Dunaway was tall, svelte and blonde, all things that Judy was not.Judy decided to make light of it, “Well, not exactly with Dunaway; she’s the ultimate shiksa. But the idea of being a gun moll, a gangster’s girlfriend – okay, it turns me on.”“I think I get it. But these guys, the ultimate bad boys like Clyde Barrow or John Dillinger, they wind up dead or in prison. Usually pretty quickly too.”“I know, but I can’t help it, the idea makes me tingle.”Michelle knew what she was talking about because she felt it a bit herself. “So what do you want to do, have a gun, drive the getaway car?”“All of that seems exciting. I wouldn’t just be along for the ride.”Michelle had a hard time imagining her friend firing a weapon or handling a fast car during a chase. She had been with Judy when the latter was driving the family Buick Century sedan – driving it sedately up the middle lane of the Henry Hudson Parkway. She would go around it checking for dents if she had to park in the street for any length of time.Michelle teased her a bit, “But, to get back to the main thing; it’s the gangster boyfriend that clinches it.”Judy felt her face get warm, “Well, of course.” She wasn’t about to explain now how she imagined it, this guy who she could straddle in the back seat or maybe in a cornfield when she needed a good, hard fuck.Michelle said, “We both have to be realistic. We have plenty to choose among the men up at City College. They may not be as exciting as 1930s mobsters, I will grant that.”Judy felt she was being patronized although her friend may not have realized it. Judy noted the other woman’s straight brown hair and although she couldn’t see them, she thought about travesti istanbul Michelle’s athletic legs and tight, compact backside. She’s a shiksa too, although an Irish-Polish one rather than a WASP goddess like Dunaway.There were some complications in Michelle’s life that Judy knew about but didn’t mention very often. Paul had been involved with a couple of other girls, one of whom was still on a college newspaper with him even though she had dumped him a couple of months ago. The third woman was an older perennial student named Charlotte who generally kept her distance from Michelle.Judy herself had been on a couple of dates with Paul recently. To qualify as a “date” in her mind these had to be off-campus, not merely meetings in one of the lounges or cafeterias at school. So far, these had been platonic in nature, but they had kept the dates secret from Michelle. If she could get her nerve up, Judy hoped to push her relationship with Paul up to a higher level.She also speculated about sleeping with Michelle too. This is getting awfully complicated, she thought; how am I going to coordinate any of this? And yet she had a desire to finally not play it safe and take some chances in her life. It wasn’t quite a 1960s style free-for-all at the college (although Judy suspected that some of those stories had been exaggerated), but students had affairs readily outside of predictable monogamy. Unlike in Jane Austin’s time, people often had sex and then figured out the romantic situation as they went along. Judy said, “Wouldn’t you like to be along on my fantasy? Sort of like Blanche Barrow?”“I hope I wouldn’t be as annoying as she was.”“You know, I’ve heard that Blanche is still alive and hates the way she was portrayed in the movie. But of course, no, I don’t imagine you’d be like that.”“And who is the Buck Barrow in this? I can’t imagine it would be Paul.”Judy felt a need to defend him, “Well, no, but that’s because he’s not the kind to rob and kill people.”Michelle leaned forward and said, “And how do you imagine Clyde, your partner in crime?”“Funny thing, it’s not Warren istanbul travestileri Beatty. He’s almost too good-looking. I think he’s – I mean the real Beatty – he’s probably kind of stuck-up.” She suspected that a guy like that – and famous to boot – wouldn’t give the slightest notice to a short, plump woman like herself.Michelle said, “Maybe Beatty really is that way, but I bet he still gets more pussy than the local ASPCA.” She winced at her own bad joke, but Judy didn’t call her on it.For a moment Judy wondered what went on within the Barrow gang. Did all of them ever get into bed for a four-way orgy? I mean, it was the 1930s, but they were outlaws; they wouldn’t follow society’s rules for personal behavior.Judy could see herself in such a scene, except there were only three people in it. Michelle would be in bed, wearing a garter belt and stockings and nothing else; Judy would be on all fours, licking her friend between her spread legs. Her own skirt was up; Paul would be standing behind her, his cock sticking out of his pants, ready to penetrate her. This would be in the hot, dark bedroom of some shabby farmhouse in a place like Joplin, Missouri.Michelle said, “Hey, Jude, come back to the present. Where is your mind, back in the 1930s?”Judy swallowed her embarrassment. “Yeah, sort of.” She’s always been pretty good at figuring me out.“That’s okay, honey, I get it.” Our Judy here needs to get some kind of love-life going, and soon.Rather than change the topic, Michelle pushed it in another direction, “Do you know how to drive a manual transmission? That’s all they had back then.”“I don’t; I’ve never even seen one.”“That’s okay, I don’t know it either.” She had her own fantasy ready. “But I should learn. I’d love to have something like that Triumph Stag convertible.”  Now she went into her experienced-girl lecture mode. “Supposedly, it’s men who buy cars like that. They think all the girls will flock to them and get their panties damp looking at them in the car.”Judy thought, my panties get damp at a lot less than that.Michelle continued, “Well, I want to have my own Triumph. I’d drive up to Convent Avenue and say, ‘hi guys, anybody need a lift to the subway?’ I’d just like to see the looks on their faces.”“Would you actually give one a lift?”“Hell yeah, I would.”“Also, would you teach me how to drive it?”“Sure, but I have to buy it first!”

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