Chapter 145

February 11, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

We had nothing to do today other than our weekly housekeeping duties, so ate a leisurely breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen, then attended to those various chores. Even though the house is large and two of the bathrooms are huge, with so many of us, we finished the weekly cleaning around 1 and were waiting only on the last loads of laundry in the two dryers. We gathered on the fresh sheet and comforter we’d recently placed on our bed.

As we had been doing of late because a couple of things had been forgotten, Meka summarized our day and week, saying, “Our brief idyll of having the entire membership of Las Amadas present at once here in our house comes to a temporary end this afternoon when we have to allow Char’s parents to take her back to GV.”

There was much hissing and booing.

Meka continued through the interruption, adding, “Kim must give a command appearance at her former home this evening, but only for a couple of hours, but she won’t leave until Katie arrives, probably late this afternoon. Katie’ll be visiting for one or two nights beginning tonight. I know you understand all this, but I feel I need to make it explicit. We’re trying to help Katie with a personal ... endeavor to understand herself, while we also try to understand what a friend’s ... different sexuality means to her and to us. We’re not trying to recruit her into Las Amadas. We’re supporting a friend in a difficult place in her life. While we’d like to be able to help her in her understanding, our most important task is simply supporting her, whether that’s holding her, letting her know we care or discussing intimate aspects of her life ... or our lives. She understands that we’re ... a thing, a group marriage in the offing, so don’t be reticent to answer questions she may have about that. You need not answer very personal questions about specifics, and I doubt she would ask such. If she does, gently let her know that it’s personal and encourage her to continue on whatever tack she was on.

“We ‘will’ get our Char back next Friday for the whole holiday weekend. Char, we understand that you’ll need to spend some weekends with your parents since you’ll be moving out of their house for about six months to live here with us but know that we’ll miss you every day you’re not here.”

Char leaped onto Meka’s lap and curled into her, kissing her left cheek, after which, Meka continued.

“Andressa will be arriving today to move in. I don’t know how much stuff she’s bringing today, but we should be prepared to help her. Jim will be here Wednesday, which has become a day that the larger family celebrates the family. I know Char cannot take part in Wednesdays until she arrives for semi-good, and, although no one has stated this in anything like explicit terms, we all are members of the greater family, at least on a de facto basis for some of us. No one is required to take part in the various ... umm ... personal festivities that have taken place previously and may well become the norm for Wednesdays. Each of you is his or her own person and has complete control over your own body. If you wish to take part in the ... friskiness, feel free, but you need not feel obligated to do so.

“Thursday nights are another, but very different sort of family event, and are reserved for the ‘official’ family members: the Go5, Celeste, and me. I’m assured that all others of the Las Amadas will be formally invested into the family – if you wish to be, but that will probably be some time, yet. Thursday evenings will be dinner and conversation with the Palecek family, Brett’s parents – and his uncle when he’s in town, and the Randles – Emma and Maren. Brett’s parents had a prior engagement this Thursday, but they’ll be here next week. These are evenings lacking even sexual overtones, much less anything at all blatant. The Moms have said that they might invite one or two of you occasionally, but they’re still figuring out what they want those evenings to be, although they’ll never be Wednesdays. I cannot stress too much how important it is that we have a good relationship with our future husband’s parents.

“Finally, we’ll make the jaunt up north immediately after school on Friday to rescue our distressed damsel, Char.”

Char kissed Meka’s cheek again, then said, “I’ll need lots of kisses and probably some touches, so I’ll ride in the back of the bus, so our driver doesn’t see us fooling around.”

Meka looked at Char in her lap, squeezed her, kissed her cheek, then responded, “I’m sure that the driver will be happy to overlook any hanky-panky centered on you in the back of the bus ... so long as the driver gets some of that first.”

Once we removed the last loads from the dryers and got everything squared away, we were prepared for the arrival of the Sandersons, so walked over to the W.

The Sandersons arrived about 3:30. Although we’d gotten in our departure kisses with her before her parents arrived, we had something of a tearful, huggy time in the driveway, with Carol and Inez in attendance. The two moms chatted with Char’s parents, but they were soon off on the drive north.

Katie arrived before 5:15, with Meka and Kim hugging her as soon as she stepped inside the J.

With each still having an arm around Katie, Kim asked, “We, that is the group of us, which we call Las Amadas, don’t want to make any assumptions, so we want to spend the next ten or so minutes in the dining room talking.” When Katie nodded in response, we had her leave her duffel by the door, moved from the front door in what we called the front room into the adjacent dining room, and arrayed ourselves around the large table.

Meka said, “You probably know much more about greysexual than we do, but we think we know you reasonably well. You not only don’t turn from hugs, you like them. Yes?”

“Yes. I very much like the personal affection imparted by a hug, despite that they don’t do much else for me most of the time. Please don’t be concerned about hugging me, as I cannot imagine not accepting one, even from those of you I don’t know as well.”

Meka nodded, then said, “When Brett’s here, we stay clothed, but that clothing is often fairly skimpy ... like now, although we did tone it down a bit just to be safe. We’re not playing it safe due to pity. We just don’t know the parameters of what’s involved. We’re not trying to turn you on with our clothing, we simply like the ... little rush we get when we see one of the people we love in clothing that shows more of that person than we generally allow to be seen in public.”

“That’s fine. Hell, you could probably all be naked and, other than my complete lack of experience hugging naked people, that wouldn’t bother me much.”

“We save the nudity for when Brett’s not here, as we’re not sexually involved with him, despite being so involved with all the other girls. Oh, that’s another thing, we’ve decided to stop going through circumlocutions to avoid using the word ‘girls’ to include all of us. We now generally address ourselves as ‘the girls’ or ‘you girls’ even though three of us are older than 17.”

“Despite that our original plans called for some of us using the various small bedrooms, most nights all of us sleep in the huge bed downstairs, as we’ve found that we love the togetherness. Also, except when Brett’s here, we don’t worry about wanting to masturbate, as with so many girls in the same bed, there’s bound to be one or more who are interested in sharing chasing orgasms.” Meka obviously noted Katie’s reaction, so she added, “We’ve also learned, for the most part, not to be squeamish about talking about various aspects of sex with each other. That might negatively impact your interest in or comfort with spending the night with us in our bed. If you want someone to share a different bed with you but that won’t have sex – either with another of us or with herself, please let us know, as someone will always be more than willing to sleep with you. Obviously, if you want to sleep by yourself, we can easily accommodate that.”

“No! I miss the sleepovers we used to have, and I enjoyed the one at the other house. I might find it a bit weird to be lying in a big bed in which one or ... more of the other girls are ... having sex, but I can deal.”