Chapter 111

December 22, 2017

[Written December 23, 2017]

Dear Ms. Diary,

I woke with the feeling that I’d forgotten something or ... something was not right. I could not come up with anything, so hoped that I’d figure it out in time for that remembrance to be useful. I hate it when I cannot remember something that seems like it was important. I was immediately reminded of that thing I had forgotten as soon as I went downstairs and saw Celeste and Meka sitting up in the Monstrosity.

Fuck!

“G’morning, Celeste, Meka. Are you heading east from here, Celeste?”

“Yup. I packed the car before coming here just in case.”

“I know you won’t be gone long, but, particularly with you staying here for the first time, it feels worse that you’re going many states away, even if it is for less than a week.”

I began crawling onto the Monstrosity to hug her when she said, “You know you’re naked, right? Not that I mind at all, but...”

Meka said, “While I never mind looking at that beautiful body, your dad is generally an early riser.”

Obviously still out of it somewhat, I stared uncomprehendingly at Meka for a few seconds, but then realized what she was trying to say without saying it.

“Oh, shit. I’ve been out of it since I woke. I think I lost a day somewhere this week, despite knowing that yesterday was Thursday.”

“I know exactly how that goes.”

“Me, too,” said Meka. “You should get your butt upstairs before your dad comes out here.”

I got my butt upstairs, along with the rest of me, where I threw on a T and gym shorts and returned downstairs to find Dad standing near the Monstrosity chatting with the women lying in it.

I flagged Brit as she approached the lunch tables, pointing at the seat next to me.

When she sat, I started with, “We’d like your help with a ... project of sorts we girls are working on. We want to ask you because you’re the artist, and the ideas we have require an artist and one that’s ... not going to spread the idea around.” I had obviously massively confused her, so said, “We have a regular family get-together on Thursdays, with Meka and Celeste ... who you don’t know ... also taking part. We girls have an idea for something, but we just don’t know if it could work. So, we’d like to invite you to dinner tonight so we can pick your brain as to the idea’s ... feasibility.”

She looked hard at me for a few seconds, then said, “This is ... mysterious. However, it’s also well-timed. My mom told me this morning that they’re going out tonight. I was going to see if I could invite myself to Cera’s.”

“Oh!” I cogitated intensely for ten seconds, then asked, “You’re joining us at the pitch after school. Right?” When she nodded, I asked, “Would you be interested in staying over? Since this involves Meka, I’m pretty sure she’d be fine with driving us all to your place after practice so you could get stuff you’d need. We could probably impinge on Meka’s house ... well, where she’ll be living ... for the actual sleepover aspect. That house has gobs of room. Of course, there might be only five for the sleepover, as both Gracey’s and Liya’s moms are getting home today, so they’ll probably want to stay at the house with their moms.”

Suddenly, there was a head inserted between ours, and Meka said, “Meka would be more than willing to do the necessary taxi driving and sleepover hosting. Would you help us out, Brit?”

Brit turned her head to look at Meka’s face only inches from hers and replied, “I wasn’t going to say, ‘yes,’ I was going to say, ‘Hell, yes.’ I’m in. I don’t know what it is you want, but I love hanging with you guys, and the last sleepover was a lot of fun.”

Gracey skipped the practice workout, as she wanted to go with the parents to pick her mom up, so Dad picked her up from school with the Sprinter. Nira would be coming in tonight. I sent a text to Gracey, Dad, and the Moms giving them a 15-minute heads-up about our arrival at the house after a shortened practice. We had one more of the gang than we had expected. Brit had asked if Cera could be included. We agreed, and after Brit asked her and Cera got permission, we stopped long enough for each of them to gather the necessities.

With all the comings and goings, Carol scheduled pizza for 6. We were all a bit sad that Celeste would not be delivering it. We seven girls took three of the pizzas next door; Liya stayed behind to help Dad with the finalization of our Jacobsen house plan.

When Brit asked about the Jacobsen house, we explained the basics of how we owned it, after which Meka said, “This is probably where I’ll live for the foreseeable future, except for the time that the remodel will be going on.”

After we polished off the pizzas, I had the floor. I explained a little about the Thursday dinners and tried to get away with as little explanation about the clothing competition, but Brit and Cera were not having it, which did not surprise me, as the whole thing is odd.

“Yes,” Heather answered, “it’s a friendly competition involving skimpy and/or sexy clothing.”

Cera asked, “If it’s a competition, how is the winner decided?”

“Dad and the Moms vote.”

“They’re okay with that?”

I had to explain that our parents know we are doing this only at home and that no boys are involved. Once we got beyond that, things went more smoothly.

“Wait, wait,” Brit interrupted, “You want to combine body paint with off-the-shelf bikinis, that all seven bikinis have to be identical, but you want the results to be ... suggestive and... ‘and,’ right ... not ‘or,’ inappropriate, by suggestive you mean in a sexy way, and by inappropriate ... you also mean in a sexy way. Do I have that right?”

Liya answered, “When you say it like that, it does seem weird, given that our parents are voting on the outfits.”

“No, no. I wasn’t going there. I just wondered why you didn’t think of painting the bikinis to match what you’re trying to do with the body paint.” After none of us said a word, she added, “Orrr, apparently, you don’t know about fabric paint?”

She explained the basics, then said, “If you get plain white or black ... but white’s ... easier ... cotton bikinis ... Hmm. They’ll come with liners because cotton’s so see-through when wet. That should still work, although you might consider cotton panties, but for the bras ... Hmm.”

She disappeared in thought for a while, suddenly surfacing, saying, “Do you guys have anything you’re doing tomorrow?” When we replied in the negative, she continued with, “Let’s go shopping. I don’t know if your friend Celeste could join us...”

I interrupted to let her know that Celeste wouldn’t be back from Indiana until Wednesday.

“Oh. We need to figure out what will work for you that will be essentially identical out of the store, but fit each of you ... umm ... intimately, I suppose.” She shook her head rapidly and added, “I can’t get over that your parents allow this. Yes, there’s only one guy, but, even if he is your dad, that’s still weird. My mother would never go for that.”

“Nor mine,” Cera added. “It does sound fun, from a ... girl-bonding angle.”

I finally got a chance to get a word in, saying, “Brit, are you saying you can do this ... clothing painting?”

“Oh, yeah. It’s something else Mom distributes, so she’s let me try some. It’s ... fun ... and provides me another artistic outlet. I’ve thought about combining body paint and clothing paint to make a ... scene, I guess, on a body so one didn’t have to go naked under the paint. I’d really like to try this. Oh, and we’ll need help with...” She turned to Cera, asking, “Would you be willing to help me?”

“Sure! It sounds fun!”

I had been expecting to need to convince her to help with just a little body paint, but this conversation resulted in a portion of our winter break being filled with activities related to our sketchy thoughts about the competition contestants coordinating efforts for ... suggestive and inappropriate public beach wear. Meka even sacrificed a blank notebook for Brit to sketch the sort of things she had been considering about combining body paint with painted clothing.

“I have to caution you that getting precise color and tone matches across the ... meeting of clothing and skin will be virtually impossible, as the standard colors in the two types are a bit different. Both paint types tend to bright, even garish, so subtle might be very tricky. I’ve never really tried mixing body paints to get a color I wanted, but I’ll try some stuff at home this weekend.”

I cut in before she could go off on another tangent to say, “We can pay for all the paint, even for any clothes you use up in ... trying out some stuff at home.”

She looked at me with furrowed brows, which cleared as she rounded her eyes, then said, “Oh. No. Mom would probably donate the paints to ... Oh. Hmm. I was thinking she’d donate both kinds of paint if she could get headless photos of the results, but I suspect you’d rather my mom not know the sorts of scenes we’ll be putting together. Hmm. Bummer. But I’ll think on it.”

Brit said she had some ideas she wanted to consider in her head, so we five residents took our two visitors on a tour of the house, explaining the sorts of changes we would be making.

Rhee finished the tour with, “Given putting three to six in a bed, we would have bed space for 25 or more. Heather was the first to vocalize the idea that this should be the default sleepover house for larger groups like we had last time. That also means we wouldn’t have to kick our parents out of their own room.”

With Liya’s spreadsheet, we divvied the eight of us into three of the four beds available.

“Heather, Cera, and Rhee. Liya, Beth, Gracey.”

Meka immediately asked Brit, “Do you mind sharing a bed with me?”

Brit shook her head emphatically, saying, “Not at all.” She looked at Meka, then added, “I don’t fully ... understand how I wound up with seniors for friends, particularly good-enough friends that we can sleep in the same bed. While I’d be a little nervous about sleeping with some of you seniors, I’ve already slept with Katie, and ... Well, you must know that you’re our favorite. You’ve become ... something of a ... big sister to us, something that none of us have ... genetically. Big sister and good friend. I have no concern about sleeping in the same bed with you. I’m just surprised that you would sleep with any of us.”

“I’ve actually spent nights in bed with more freshmen and younger girls than seniors, as I’d slept only with Katie and Kim until last week when I slept with Hope. You would be the sixth freshman I’ve slept with.” When Brit elevated her eyebrows, Meka responded, “Yes. I’ve spent nights in bed with all five of the local residents, plus Civia.” Meka glanced sideways at me, then added, “And I’ve slept nude with all of them.”

Both Cera and Brit reacted in surprise, probably as she expected, so explained, “No. That was not to enable sex. Those girls spend most of their time upstairs without clothes because that’s how they like it. When I was living by myself in what used to be my dad’s house, I usually wore only a panty, so it wasn’t that big a change for me. I agreed with Heather’s feelings on the subject when she explained to me that it enabled her to feel free when she first began hanging out with Beth and Rhee, particularly compared to her previous home situation. I have adopted the ... behavior.”

We waited while the two of them digested that. I could see the moment when it happened that I needed to step in.

“No. We do not expect it of you. And none of us would sleep naked with anyone else without express permission. We don’t pressure anyone for anything like this. I assume Meka mentioned this in case one of us forgets you’re with us tomorrow morning or some future morning and exits a bedroom nude. I will tell you that Gracey, Liya, and I will not be wearing anything in bed, as that is what we like, what we’re used to. Either or both of you are welcome to decide for yourselves either for or against sleeping nude or hanging out nude. We will gladly accept your decision for us, as we greatly value your friendship.”

I almost explained more about our interest in their friendship due to our want, almost need, to experience more of friendship, but also to avoid living in an echo chamber all the time but left that for the future. After ablutions and various good-night hugs, the three of us chatted in bed.

Gracey’s first words once we were in bed were, “You should have seen what the Moms planned for my mom. We women were all dressed, but they had Charlie ride naked to the airport, although he had clothes handy, and left him in the Sprinter when the three of us met my mom at baggage claim.”

“Holy shit,” exclaimed Liya. “I assume Inez got a ride as soon as she boarded the Sprinter. Yes?”

Gracey nodded, replying, “Yup. She was very surprised but stripped off and had herself impaled on him quickly! She came twice and made sure Dad came in her after her second orgasm. And you know how she feels about sex stuff with other females. Right?

“Yes,” I replied, “she’s not particularly interested, although that seems to be changing.”

Gracey nodded and said, “Yes, but she invited Sandy to eat the cum out of her pussy. She even got to breathing a bit heavily in the process. I think she’s realized that sex with girls ... with females is not the ... turnoff she thought it was. I don’t know that she’ll ever get to the point of having hot sex with both Moms at least without Dad in the mix, but it does look like some casual touching or other stuff won’t turn her off.”

Liya said, “And my revelation is that Inez and my mom were still not home when I left the house after Inez got her at the airport. Mom called to tell me that they were sitting in the car at the park... our park ... so Inez could explain the various aspects of the family that neither had known or understood before Inez lived so much of it. She told me that she and I would have a bunch of stuff to talk about tomorrow, and told me not to worry, that she just wanted some or more details from my point of view.” She looked between Gracey and me, then added, “Enough about that. There was a reason I wanted us in the basement bedroom.”

She proceeded to show us what that reason was.

December 23, 2017

I donned a panty and T, then went upstairs to the kitchen. I was surprised to see both Meka and Brit sitting at the table naked. I nodded at them, then stripped off.

“I assume you volunteered, Brit.”

She nodded and responded, “We were just about to climb into bed when I gathered enough nerve, so I just looked at her face as I took off my shirt and panty.” She got a bit pink, but added, “I’m going to have to keep up the exercise and workouts if I’m going to be hanging around you guys wearing nothing. I’m a little embarrassed.”

“Don’t worry about it. We like you, regardless. If you want, we’ll keep doing workouts come ... Oh! What do you truly think about your assistant job on the team?”

She looked at me for a few seconds, then answered, “At first, I did it mostly to stay out of the house, but with a little bit of that being helping my friends. However, I wound up liking it, particularly being in charge of something, even if some might have considered that something as ... menial. But the best part was getting to know, not just the lunch-table gang, but a wide variety of girls on the team, of many ages. I was sad when the season ended.”

“I asked because you could certainly get the same job with the premier team if you wanted it.”

She rounded her eyes and responded, “I’d love to do that. You four ... and Abby are on the team. Right?” When I nodded, she responded, “I’ll do it. I’ll look Coach up at school on our first day back.” She looked at me hard, then added, “Oh, I see why you brought that up. Yes. I want to keep getting in shape. It’s something I never thought I’d like, but I’m finding more respect in my mirror, and I don’t want to give that up.”

Meka stood, walked around the table to Brit, and pulled her to her feet to envelop her.

Of course, that is precisely when Cera and Heather entered the kitchen.

Cera said, “Whoa,” while Heather exclaimed, “You go, Brit!”

Heather got Cera’s attention and asked, “Would you mind if I got naked?”

Cera frowned, then turned back to Brit, who said, “I decided to be brave last night, so Meka and I slept naked. It was ... weird, and it took me a while to get to sleep. When I woke, it was a bit less weird, but we both came down here like this, after which Beth joined us. Meka was just hugging me, I think because she was p-p-proud of m-me.”

Cera asked, “You guys really hang out ... naked?”

I nodded while looking in her eyes and said, “We’ve spent entire weekends naked at home when our parents were gone. We like it. We understand that it’s not for everyone, and we would not think poorly of you if you didn’t want to do it. We’ll also put clothes on if you object to our being nude. We value your friendship too much to do anything else.”

As she pulled her shirt up and off her head, she said, “I’ve showered with the whole team, so it’s not too much different from that.”

When she pulled her panty off, I stood and asked, “May I hug you?”

Cera stared at me for at least ten seconds, then slowly nodded, saying, “If you’ll answer a question for me after you hug me.”

I agreed, so I slowly hugged her, but not tightly, then released her.

“Thanks. I know that took some courage. It has for each of us and all of us. You might find that you really like it and wish you could do that at your own home, like Civia does, although she goes naked only in her room. Also, I do not want to squick you out, but you look quite nice like this. You’ve got a nice body.”

She lifted her eyebrows and stared at me, then quietly asked, “Do you mean that?”

“Of course.”

“But I’m ... so small ... you know.”

“But it’s all proportional. You’re a bit bigger than Heather, and we call what she has ‘pretty, little titties. Because they are. Sure, they’re little, but they’re really pretty. Besides, you’re only barely smaller than me, but because you’re shorter, you might look bigger. You have what you have. If some ... boy...” I frowned, then added “or girl wants only cantaloupes and can’t get around your lack of melons of any sort, he or she is probably not the one for you, anyway. Personally, I don’t worry about it.”

“Okay. Why do you girls ... uh ... shave?”

I turned a little pink, but answered, “We often wear skimpy undies and swimsuits and there’s nothing more-stupid-looking than a bushy patch wrapped around the strap of a thong.”

“I can see that.”

The rest of the Go5 joined us a few minutes later, saw the general nudity, so doffed clothing immediately and joined us in eating a cold-cereal breakfast.

Eventually, we girls got ready to go, then headed to the mall, Meka driving us in the Sprinter. Brit and I were in the third bench seat and after we had been on the road a few minutes, she leaned over and whispered to me.

“You’re all really comfortable with ... being naked. Right?” When I nodded, she continued with, “I’ve never been comfortable with it. Well, at least since I got called fat in 3^rd grade. Looking back, I doubt that I was. I wasn’t skinny, but...”

I softly interrupted her, saying, “You’re who you are. I wouldn’t consider you fat even now. You’re carrying more weight than you need, but we both know girls in school who are fat. As Brett said, you were pretty before and you’re still pretty, just a bit leaner than you were. I can also see that your arms are getting more definition with the weight work. The most important change I ... and the other girls ... see in you is confidence. My faux sisters and I had this conversation about ourselves the other day. Confidence can be a surprisingly large part of attractiveness. Look what you did to Liya the other day. Your confidence in yourself, in your place with us was a major part in you setting her up for that. Liya is really difficult to get like that, as Meka said. I can’t imagine you doing that three months ago. Brit, the five ... six of us really do greatly value your friendship and we really do like the you that has been emerging of late.”