Chapter 116

December 29, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written December 31-January 2]

I woke stupid early, listened to my bedmates breathing in sleep cadence, then eased out of bed. I grabbed my laptop and went into the bathroom and finished yesterday’s entry. Even though I was writing about stuff aimed at today, the writing kept me focused so I did not worry overly much about today. However, I am a bit concerned with how Brett is going to take Brit’s plan. Despite being tired, my mind was focused, and writing went quickly, such that it’s only 7:19 and I have finished. I aim to slip back into bed.

[Added December 31]

I made it back to the bed and saw the covers pushed down revealing Liya curled tightly into Meka, her left arm across Meka’s torso just below her breasts, her head on Meka’s left shoulder. Meka’s head leaned slightly against Liya’s, and her left arm was wrapped around Liya, that hand on Liya’s left shoulder. I just had to do it, so grabbed my phone and, after making sure the camera was on silent mode, took a photo. Then I eased back into bed, sliding under the covers but leaving them where they lie.

I must have drifted to sleep quickly, as the next thing I knew, Meka was lightly tapping the top of my head. Unsurprisingly, I woke curled into Meka.

She whispered, “I like your hand on my breast, but it’s turning me on something fierce, particularly with Liya breathing almost in my ear. This is wonderful, but I’m not quite ready to allow myself to sex up both of you.”

I was having trouble parsing her words, so lifted my head a bit and noticing my right hand lightly holding Meka’s right breast. I think she saw my reaction on my face.

“It’s okay. I know you didn’t intend that. I’m heartened because when I woke, I just lay back enjoying the feel of your hand. It did these occasional very slight squeezes, and I kept hoping you’d do that a bit more strongly.”

The meaning finally broke into my consciousness, and I reflexively removed my hand with haste.

“You probably didn’t need to be so abrupt, although it’s also probably for the good. That truly was feeling very nice.”

Liya’s breathing changed, after which Meka said, “G’mornin’, Liya. Do you know you kick a little in your sleep?”

“Yeah, Gracey’s told me. I’m sorry.”

“That’s okay. I’m ... ahh ... somewhat used to it.”

Liya lifted her head abruptly and looked at Meka, who gave a short nod in response to her unasked question.

“Besides, it was nice to realize when you got me into a slightly waking aspect that I had two of my best friends curled into me, their heads on my shoulders. It might have been a little claustrophobic, but my eyes leaked tears one of those times because I was so happy that I have friends that love me enough not only to help me out when I’m having trouble coping, but who want to love me as they do their other sisters. I’ve watched and learned about you five, and I cannot imagine any other person or people with whom I’d more love to become lovers. I can’t do that, yet, but I would like more nights like this.”

Liya looked across Meka’s chest at me, and I pointed my chin at her.

“Meka, you’re welcome in our beds anytime, even for just a pleasant, cuddling sleep. We love you, and we’ll do whatever we can for you.”

“I ... I ... umm ... might take you up on that on occasion. While I miss having sex and making love with Dad, the thing that gets to me most often is not having someone with whom I can cuddle in bed.”

“Anytime,” I told her.

We lay with no space between the various neighboring bodies for a few minutes until there were footsteps on the ceiling. We rose and started our day ... with quick, light kisses. After a breakfast of cold cereal with banana slices, we dressed for the imminent arrival of Brit and Cera.

After arrival hugs and introducing Brit and Cera to Celeste and vice-versa, Brit began explaining her plan. After some overall plans, she got into the nitty-gritty.

“I’ll paint Brett’s arms onto your outfits and bodies. Obviously, given how little you’ll be wearing, that will suggest intimacy, as there’s little of a bikini that doesn’t cover intimate areas. While I can draw and paint almost anything I can see, I’m not good enough with anatomy to be able to paint something I imagine.” She inhaled deeply, obviously to buck herself up, then continued with, “I hope that all parties will be okay with this, but I’ll need Brett to actually model the ... intimate postures.”

“Uhhh,” Gracey aspirated, with the others responding to Brit’s words in similar manner.

“I roughly drew particular ... poses so each of you, my two assistants, and ... Brett know what I want. The poses aren’t ... highly sexual but are the sorts of things I imagine that long-time ... lovers might do just for closeness but including a bit of a ... sexual edge. These would require you to permit Brett to touch each of you in ... intimate ways, but always outside your outfits. The sort of things I imagine that ... one of you five might do with one of the others.”

Her face quickly turned red as she finished that sentence while the seven of us all inhaled deeply in surprise.

“I know I’m guessing, but Cera and I have talked about it, and we suspect you five are ... lovers.” As a couple of us began to put voice to our reactions, she overrode those reactions by saying, “And it doesn’t bother us. You five seem to be in love. If you’re not, you might want to have a heart-to-heart, because that’s the impression you give to those of us that spend the most time with you.”

The following silence was broken by Meka bursting into laughter. The Go5 stared at her as she got in nearly a minute of full belly laughter.

After she had mostly calmed, and with a smiling face, she said, “I told you, Beth, you weren’t being very subtle, at least for those, like me, that spend a lot of time with you.”

I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply as I tipped my face to the ceiling, then let the breath out, lowered my head, and opened my eyes.

“How long?”

“We began suspecting before the first sleepover and were reasonably certain by the time of the second. We’re ... jealous. Not of individuals, but of such strong friendship. Despite that you five do nearly everything together, even living together, now, there’s never any apparent strife. No one of you ever seems to be on the outs with any of the others. While Cera and I have known each other for a few years, we didn’t become friends until we both gravitated to you girls at lunch. We’ve had a couple of disagreements that caused some minor strife, but we worked through them because we considered the friendship important enough to work at it. That’s something I’ve learned this year. Rather, that’s something I’ve taken to heart this year, and I did that because I’ve seen in you girls the value of it. I’ve never met so many happy girls, and ones with such positive outlooks. Those are the sorts of things about which we feel a bit of jealousy, which is why we’ve discussed with each other how to get ourselves to that point. We want to know you better, so we can understand how it is the way you are.”

Cera jumped in, saying, “We assume that part of it is ... not ... dealing with ... or having to deal with boyfriends or possible boyfriends. You made it obvious after we began suspecting that ... you ... all of you ... are interested in Brett. We’re a bit jealous of the easier...” She turned to Brit and asked, “What’s that word?”

“Rapport?”

“Yeah. We’re jealous of the easier rapport you had with Brett when he began hanging with us at lunch, but our little run-in with Ricky seems to have gotten us nearly on the same footing with him as you girls have. Oh, he’s still in love with, at least, Beth, but it seems as if he also has some sort of feelings for the rest of you ... and for us.”

Heather asked, “We’ve thought this, but you two want him, too?”

Brit replied, “As Meka said on that day at school when I did the one thing I’m most proud of in a life of not quite standing up for what I like and want, ‘I’ll give it to him the second that we’re all sure’.”

The silence was thick ... until Rhee said, “You make that sound like you would be willing to ... share him, not only with Cera, but with us?”

With a red face, but head held high, she responded, “I think it’s the only way I can have him. If he wants only one of us, then it would be Beth, and I don’t want to be someone for whom he settled if he couldn’t have Beth. And before you object, Beth, we are certain he loves you, but we also recognize that he at least likes us a lot.” She shrugged, then added, “Who knows? He might even love us in some fashion, but there’s no way either or both of us can have a ... relationship with him without you in it, too, or without him settling for us if he can’t have you. Neither of us knows how that could possibly work, but we are both certain that we won’t be able to have him without him having all of us.” Her face had lost its blush as she spoke, but it went red again as she said, “Besides, you girls are all pretty ... and powerful, and I can imagine much worse happenstances than being in a large, multi-angle relationship with most of the pretty girls in our grade and with the absolutely most wonderful guy in school.”

Quietly, Heather said, “Well, fuck me.”

Meka and Celeste both laughed loudly when Cera brightly responded, “Okay.”

Gracey alerted us that it was nearly 9, so I turned to Meka asking, “Could you meet Brett and Lana and hang out in the kitchen and tell him that we girls are still hashing things out?”

“Sure. I’ll introduce Celeste, too.”

The rest of us went downstairs and into the bedroom and closed the door.

I looked at Cera and Brit and asked, “Have you two started into sex, yet?”

Brit went red, but Cera replied, “Started, but we’re taking it slowly. Except for being here last weekend, we haven’t been fully naked together.”

I said, “You are right. We’re all involved with each other, although there’s a trio and a duo, but the lines between those have been blurring of late. I should say, blurring further of late; the lines were never very sharp.” I looked at the ceiling, breathed deeply, and said, “You’ve thrown us a monkey wrench, but one that could do some good. I don’t know how you guessed about us as fully as you have, but that helps in the regard that you understand that we share each other and, somewhat by extension, if we were able to generate a good ... loving and sexual relationship with Brett, we’d have all been in it together. We’re nowhere near ready to just jump into bed with you two, but that is something we’ve discussed in relation to Brett.

“I don’t see this as me having such a strong inside track with Brett, although none of my sisters agrees with me; apparently, they agree with you. However, despite how difficult it is to really know what Brett thinks about any of us or all of us, it’s obvious that he has at least some interest in each of us ... and in Meka, possibly in Kim, but certainly in us seven.” I breathed in and out loudly, and continued with, “We have wondered whether he’d be interested in all of us ... together. I cannot imagine many other guys refusing six of us to have a relationship with only one of us, but if any guy could do it, it might be Brett. However, the five of us come as a unit, for as long into life as we can make happen. I would flatly refuse a relationship with him if it didn’t include the others. We have another constraint that may make it impossible to push for or accept a relationship with Brett, and we’ve not found a way through that.”

I was looking at Brit when I said that last, and her eyes widened briefly, but I could not know what it meant. I looked at the ceiling when we heard the doorbell.

“Okay, let’s put all that aside and finish your plan, Brit. You have drawings that I assume you were going to distribute. Yes?”

She nodded, reached into her backpack, and walked the relevant drawings to each of us.

“Holy shit,” Liya exclaimed; other exclamations followed by the others.

I looked at mine, then asked, “Do you think he’d really be willing to do this?” I held up the drawing and asked, “This in particular?”

“I don’t know. I can imagine, quite easily, that he would decline. The only option is to have him model his arms in approximate positions without having you ... in hand, so to speak, and I do what I can.” She looked at the floor as her face flushed again, then looked at me and said, “I really hope that he’ll be willing because...”

I stepped on her, saying, “Because you wanted to imagine it was you.” I looked at her for a few seconds as she tried to keep her head up and eyes on mine, then said, “I don’t blame you. This fall, I’ve had many similar ... fantasies involving him. I’ve known him a long time and have had a ... relationship interest in him for over a year. He and Rhee shared places in my fantasies back then. I never anticipated that he would ... open up to ... me, much less to all of us.”

Brit left Cera’s side and hand, stepped rapidly over to me and wrapped her arms around me; I did the same to her.

“Ohhh, what a fucking mess,” Liya exclaimed, then added, “Or, what could be a mess. I must admit that I’d really like it if Brett did mine. Why did you pick that pose for me?”

Liya was looking at Brit’s back, but Cera answered, “Because you have the best ass of all of us, at least in our opinion. It’s not that huge ‘baby’s got back’ ass, but juts nicely, is not overly wide, is proportional to your small body, and it’s beautifully shaped.” She shrugged, then continued with, “He wants Beth most, hence her pose. Rhee’s got the most impressive boobs, hence hers. Everything is cute about Heather, hence hers. Gracey’s just all-around cute, but whose best feature is her breasts, but that one had to go to Rhee, hence hers. And everybody wants Meka, hence hers, which she won’t show anyone until Meka sees it. We didn’t know Celeste, so hers is just something of a compromise wild-ass guess.”

Brit looked slightly up at me, then stretched and gave me a peck on the left cheek, then whispered in my ear, “We’re not ready, and we don’t even know if you girls would truly be interested in us, but what I said earlier stands for both of us. We’ve discussed it on multiple occasions, and we would ... gladly have a ... sexual relationship with you girls, particularly if Brett were also involved.”

I hugged her more tightly as I tilted my head onto my back and exhaled at the ceiling.

I whispered, “Unfortunately, this complicates our lives, although it is something we’ve discussed, but we’ve never come to any sort of agreement when it comes to you two. Also, none of us thought you were interested or anything like ready for ... this. I’ve gone from having no lovers eight months ago to four girl lovers and the possible startup of a fifth and the potential for another, all since mid-May. And, no, without the girls agreeing to it, I can’t say who the others are. I will tell you that neither is Civia. I don’t know why we are the way we are; I mean us five. Four of us have been friends for three or more years, but I had no inkling that when Rhee and I started up that we’d add the others.

“We’ll be starting on the remodel of this house in a couple weeks, we think, but once it’s done, we’ll have more facility for overnights. We’ll invite the whole LTG at times, but, perhaps, we should invite just Cera and you at times, just so we get to know each other better. I don’t know that you two or us five will agree to an expanded sexual relationship, but any decision would be easier to make if we knew each other better.”

She nodded, then gently stepped back.

Rhee stated, “That other voice you hear up there is Lana. She’s ... ummm ... quite talkative. From what Beth said, not quite as much so as Brett’s mom, but reminiscent of her.”

I looked to Rhee and asked, “Should we bring them down?”

Rhee nodded, then headed toward the stairs while I turned back to Brit.

“Do you want backup, or do you want to explain to Brett by yourself or, possibly, with just Cera?”

“Not that you know him all that well, but you know him better than anyone else here. How will he take my idea best?”

I shook my head slowly, answering, “I’ve no idea. I can see my presence being of aid, but also of hindrance. If you think you can do it, I suggest Cera and you. Don’t try to convince him if he’s said anything like a firm, ‘No.’ But if he’s unsure, you can tell him that we all want this, even though we wouldn’t permit such intimacy again anytime in the near future, and probably not for at least a year.”

She nodded as we heard many steps coming down the stairs.

I quickly added, “Oh. I suggest you also include Lana. If she doesn’t explain to you why I suggest that I will, later.”

As she handed me two drawings, Brit said, “Oh, take these to Meka and Celeste.”

The door opened, and Lana was first through the door, saying, “Cera! Brittany! I’ve so wanted to meet you. Brett’s told me so much about you, so I feel like I know you, sort of. May I hug you both?”

They were both stunned by Lana, and, perhaps without truly realizing it, agreed, so Lana wrapped each up, in succession, in tight hugs.

I grabbed control by saying somewhat loudly, “All right, all. Brit and Cera are going to explain to Brett and Lana what we’re here to do. The rest of us will go back upstairs to let them do their job without so many back-seat drivers.”

The Go5, Meka, and Celeste gathered at the kitchen table where I passed the two drawings to the relevant recipients. Meka’s eyebrows rose in response, while Celeste elevated her right eyebrow, then showed hers to Meka, receiving Meka’s in return. I put mine in the middle of the table for all to see; the others followed suit, and all got passed around.

“Wow,” Gracey exclaimed. “Mine is tame compared to some of these, particularly to Liya’s ... and ... Beth’s. Do you think she’ll really have him partly pull your panties down?”

When I pointed my chin at Liya, she answered, “I hope not. I hope she only needs his head there and his hand in the position that would be needed for pulling my panty down.”

“I think I hope that but am not sure.” I faced Liya and asked her, “Do you understand what our two ... poses mean?”

She colored a little while she answered, “She thinks that he feels most strongly about us.”

I nodded, then said, “Now, do you see why I kept trying to make you understand when he didn’t talk to you that it was because he had feelings for you? Look at how easily Brit ... and Cera figured out about us. They seem adept at estimating interpersonal relationships. And this is why I always thought he had something for you, due to the way he didn’t talk to you. Liya, you are so much more than plain, and Brett sees that ... as does Brit.”

Liya looked hard at me for a couple seconds, then I saw her face crumble. She turned and threw herself into Gracey’s arms. At least, as much as one can when the two people are sitting in different chairs.

Heather left her seat and walked to me, wrapped me up, and whispered, “Perhaps, she’ll truly understand now, although, from personal experience, I know it’s hard to accept others’ words over your personal estimation of yourself in such situations.”

I whispered back, “So, you now accept that you’re amazingly cute and, when you’re really happy, beautiful?”

“I don’t know that I’d go that far, but I accept that a surprising number of people whose other opinions I respect think I’m cute.”

“I’m head-over-heels in love with you. I can admit to being biased, but ever since you started getting happy, you’ve gone through incredibly cute to that sparkling-eyed, gamine-grinned beauty that I fall in love with all over again every time I see it.”

She threw herself against me and plastered her mouth to mine, her tongue demanding entrance into mine. I obliged, and we made out until we heard footsteps on the stairs. She backed off, stared into my eyes for a couple seconds, mouthed “I love you,” then returned to her chair.

Celeste touched my arm and gave me a thumb up. I smiled and nodded at her just as the principals of the plan stepped into the kitchen, all wearing neutral or severe faces ... except for Lana who wore a look of wonder. I was not sure how to interpret that, but it seemed a positive indicator.

No one said anything until Brit gave Brett the “get-on-with-it” gesture. In response, he closed his eyes, breathed deeply, and opened his eyes, which were looking straight into mine.

“I ... I f-find this a b-bit difficult to ... deal with. Have you seen all the ... scenes, as Brit calls them?” When various of us nodded or answered in the affirmative, he said, “Do any of you have any concern about any of them?”

I waited for Liya’s eyes, then pointed my chin at her when her eyes met mine.

“Brit, did you want him to partially pull Beth’s and my panties down?”

“No, but someone will have to do that so I can get a photo so that I can paint the scene.”

No one said anything for a while, until Celeste asked, “Brett, I’ve only just met you. Can you do with me what Brit wants?” When he stammered, she added, “Perhaps I should tell you that I don’t have a problem with it. I know you’re only almost 15, but these girls think the world of you, and I trust them, their knowledge, and their feelings.”

Brett’s eyes went wildly wide, and he quickly looked at me, then down at his feet. Okay, I thought, that might confirm the various opinions that I am first in his thoughts. I was not sure that was a good thing, considering the albatross around my neck ... and the necks of my sisters.

I decided to help Celeste and Brett, so said, “Yes, Brett, Celeste is gorgeous. She’s certainly the most attractive girl or woman I’ve ever met, but she’s still a person, with feelings. Just tell her whether you can touch her in such an intimate way or not. I don’t know if it would help you, but you’re one of the two most attractive males we, that is, Celeste and me, know. I can tell her that your beauty is not just skin deep but goes all the way through you. We all know that this will be difficult for you, but all of us want you to do it. We won’t be ready for any follow-on behavior like that for quite some time, so this project may be the only chance for something like this with all of us, perhaps any of us. Brett, you’ll still be our friend when we’re done here, today. We feel we know you, now, at least much better than we did in September. You’re probably the most respectful boy in school, and that is the primary reason we care strongly for you. Heather told you that we want you to become a very good friend of ... all of us, though keeping sex out of the friendship for the time being ... except for today. We will not think less of you no matter your decision, but we do hope you’re willing to do this for us, for our ... admittedly silly little competition. Given that we’ll all be wearing identical garments for this version of the competition, there’ll probably be no individual winner. However, we don’t do the competition for competition’s sake. We do it to get to know our friends in the competition a little better. Because of that competition, we’ve gotten to know both Meka and Celeste much better, enough so to be able to ask them to be the house mothers here, in this house, once the remodel is complete, and enough better for both to agree. So, you’ll have a chance to get to know Meka and, particularly, Celeste better, as she’ll probably be here for every get-together, every sleepover the LTG has here.”

I looked around the table, then added, “Brett, we understand, at least somewhat, your conundrum. We understand about ... males and sexual excitement. We understand that your excitement will be obvious. Don’t worry about that. It’s a natural reaction and we understand that you will have no control over it once you agree to do this for us. We will not make fun of you. We will never make fun of you. Not for that, certainly. We also understand that you might think our excitement will not be noticeable. However, every girl here will be able to tell whenever any of us get excited, and I guarantee that you putting your hands on us will excite us. Also know, however, that we truly do not expect anything like this to happen again for quite a while, if ever. Interests wane and change. Perhaps you won’t have any interest in being our friend come the end of the school year. We truly hope that won’t come to pass, as we greatly value your friendship and appreciate greatly how much you’ve opened up to all of us this year. None of us is interested in dating boys this year, but we are greatly interested in developing a deep friendship with you that, in the future, we may wish to move in a ... more-intimate direction if you’re amenable.”

By the time I finished speaking, Brett ... and Lana ... were staring at me, with Brett’s mouth hanging open. Lana’s mouth was closed, and her eyes seemed to suggest, at least to me, that she was thinking hard.

She stepped over to me, leaned over, hugged me, and whispered, “I look forward to a great friendship with you ... and your girlfriends.”

As she moved her mouth away from my ear, she planted the lightest of kisses on my right cheek, then stepped back over to Brett. I managed not to put my hand to my cheek to feel the place she kissed me, but my stomach butterflies, which were roiled after my expostulation, took an extra tumble at that kiss. Meanwhile, I looked at the kitchen clock and was shocked that it was only 9:16. I felt that this ordeal must have taken at least an hour, if not two. I returned my focus to Brett.

We waited with bated breath for Brett’s response; fortunately, it came soon.

“I’m very ... nervous, but okay.”

Brett found himself the focus of a scrum of eight freshmen girls.

Once the scrum broke up, Brit took charge, sending those of us getting painted to wherever we needed to go to change into our outfits; she led the others downstairs. We had already placed drop cloths and there were two chairs and an old couch the Jacobsens had left down there. When I got there with one of Dad’s old t-shirts hiding my outfit, Brit and Cera were in the finishing stages of setting up a laptop on the seat of one of the chairs and then connected Brit’s phone to it. She explained to Lana what help she needed from her, beginning with being the first to oversee making a pictorial record of the whole effort. I briefly wondered what Brit would do with the intimate photos once the project was complete.

“Brett, “Brit asked, “would you prefer starting out tamer or wilder?”

He turned red, but answered, “Tame for the first one; whatever you want for the next.”

Brit channeled Coach, saying, “Gracey, front and center!”

Gracey breathed deeply, settled, then removed her T, and moved herself to where Brit wanted her. Brit asked Brett to get in position, but he hesitated.

Gracey said, “Brett, it will be fine. I’ve been looking forward to this for a while.”

He breathed deeply, then stood behind her and began moving his arms around her to her front when Brit said, “Brett, you need to be right up against her back. You’re her lover and all you’re doing is just showing her in a sexy way that you do, indeed, love her.”

Gracey added, “I know you’ll be hard. Or, at least, I hope I turn you on enough to be hard. Don’t worry about it. I won’t get the vapors and immediately demand that you mount me and make me yours. Brit’s going to take a photo or two and then it will be over. It won’t be long enough to make you concerned that you’ll mess your pants.” In a softer voice, she said, “Remember. We all like you a lot, and we’re not ... absolutely not ... trying to embarrass you.”

I could barely hear his, “Thanks, Gracey. I like you a lot, too, but I can’t believe you’re going to let me touch you like this.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’m going to enjoy it. Perhaps one day down the road, you’ll get to touch them again. I think I’d like that.”

He snuggled tightly into her back and gave out a barely audible, “oh, god,” then reached under her arms and around her torso and placed his hands covering each of her breasts, with his forearms perpendicular to the floor and his elbows against her belly. Gracey’s eyes closed in obvious pleasure.

Brit took two photos from each of three angles, then said, “Thanks, Brett. That wasn’t so bad. Was it?”

He stepped back from but stayed behind Gracey, answering, “No, not bad. Entirely too enjoyable.”

In a tender voice, Brit said, “You don’t have to hide it, Brett. We’re all going to be moving around a lot, and we’ll see it. We won’t make fun of you. We’ll never make fun of that.”

Gracey turned around, obviously looked down, then stepped to Brett and kissed him on his left cheek, then said, “Indeed! Entirely too enjoyable. Thanks, Brett.”

She picked up her T and put it on, then joined Liya and me on the couch. Without making it obvious to others that she was whispering to us, she told us, “Not at all insignificant, if you get my meaning.”