Chapter 156

March 2, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

Gracey was, with Liya, one of Dad’s cuddlers last night. When he awoke, he woke them by sitting up and softly running his hands from their shoulders, across their breasts to their sides, and then back. Both woke quickly, Liya moaning in appreciation. After a few minutes, he began paying most of his attention to Gracey, getting his mouth involved, kissing her lips, cheeks, ears, nipples, belly button, then pussy, at which point she closed her eyes, tilted her head back, and moaned softly.

“You’re the best alarm clock, Dad.”

From his spot between her legs, he looked up at her and smiled, then returned to business. After at least ten minutes of just turning her on, he climbed up, straddled her thighs, moved his hand to his cock, rubbed the head in her juices, then slowly inserted himself into her. He spent the next ten minutes bringing her to the brink of orgasm, but not letting her go over. Of course, none of the rest of us left the bed but stayed to watch, and I did that despite my need to pee. Once she’d risen toward orgasm the fourth time, about 15 minutes in, he began pounding her as he moaned and groaned. Gracey, with not-so-quiet grunts and squeals, went racing up and over, cumming in a long, drawn-out squeal, during which Dad emptied his balls into her with groans of his own.

After a minute or so post-orgasm, Dad pulled out and dropped onto his back in the spot he had slept, pulling Liya and Gracey into him.

“I’m not at all complaining, but I’ve missed having you girls rattling around in the W. You always gave the house such wonderful energy. Thanks for the invitation. I thoroughly enjoyed it.”

“You should,” riposted Celeste, “and you need to make more time for us. But that was wonderful last night, Charlie. Thanks.”

Dad began getting amorous with Liya, fondling her breasts and kissing her, but I interrupted them, saying, “We’ve got to begin getting ready for school, and you’ve got to work.”

Affecting a spoiled countenance, Dad whined, “But I don’t wanna go to work. I wanna stay in this bed with you girls and make love with you all day.”

“Oh, god,” exclaimed Gracey. “I’d love that. However, we’ve got two exams today, and I’ll be using my study hall to refresh my knowledge for one of them.”

Dad grinned at her, then said, “Okay. I need to get a good hug with each of you before I go back to the W to get ready for the grind of trying to force knowledge into thick skulls before their exam week next week.”

Dad proceeded to move about the bed, lying on his back, and pulling each of us in turn onto him for tight hugs. Even Meka and Kim allowed that.

Gracey had not said a thing about it all day, so we were able to completely surprise her at lunch today. Carol had taken the day off and met Liya outside the school to hand her a box. When Liya walked up carrying the box to our tables with all the regulars there, plus Jess, who has been occasional, and both Seamuses (Seamusi?), Gracey squealed.

“You did remember! Did all of you know?” When Meka grinned at her and nodded, Gracey about made a huge mistake, saying, “Then this morning...” She quickly changed her tack and said, “This morning when no one said anything or wished me happy birthday, I thought no one remembered, but I thought it would be gauche to remind you.”

Liya responded, “We’d never forget your birthday, but, for now, let’s get lunch eaten so we can get to dessert.”

“Is it the usual,” asked Rachel.

Liya grinned at her in response.

“Oh, goody,” Rachel said and clapped her hands a couple of times.

Meka turned to Rachel and asked, “Are you, like, nine years old?”

“Hey. Lay off. That cake is freaking to die for.”

Soccer Seamus, who had been looking around in bewilderment, then just confusion, asked, “Cake? You get a birthday cake here at school? How’d you manage that?”

Meka replied, “We do it for all the birthday girls ... and boy. Beth, is this the fifth one we’ve had?”

“Yes. You, Lana, Cera, Brett. That brings up something the ... Go5 discussed this a while back. Despite that the commonest months in which people are born in the US are July, August, and September, none of the gang’s birthdays are in that period.”

Seamus, with a faux hangdog look, responded, “I won’t get a birthday celebration at school. My birthday is in August,” after which he pouted outrageously.

There was much laughing.

Once most of us had finished eating lunch, I passed out the party hats, thanking myself in my mind that I’d rustled up more of them. Gracey had two 7x9 cakes rather than the 8x10 that Carol had sent on previous birthdays, and she proceeded to slice them into sizable pieces. Once she began plating them, Brit instigated the passing of the plates.

Rachel quickly got a forkful in her mouth, then closed her eyes and tilted her head back in rhapsody.

Soccer Seamus responded to his first bite by saying, “Wow! This is great! Who makes it?”

“My mom,” Rhee replied.

“Please tell her thank-you for me. This is probably the best cake I’ve ever had.”

I felt that I had done well on the two exams and was feeling happy with the day when I climbed into the Sprinter with the rest of the gang. With Kim driving, we picked Civia and Maren up at their school.

Gracey remarked, “So everyone knew about my birthday, and no one said a word.”

“Of course,” Civia responded. “How could they have surprised you with cake at school if anyone had mentioned it.”

“Even you knew about the cake?”

“Sure, and your present from us, the Paleceks, is already in your house. Well, in the W, anyway.”

Gracey shook her head slowly, then grinned at Civia.

Thankfully, another lovely evening allowed us to have Gracey’s family birthday party on the deck. There were even two more 7x9 birthday cakes. Dinner was fun, after which we decided to do presents before dessert. Obviously, one of the presents was a new soccer ball from all the girls, a yellow Adidas ball with a swirly pattern of gray.

Gracey remarked, “If we take all our personal balls to the pitch, we’d have a rainbow of soccer balls, and we’ve still got a couple of birthdays to go!”

During the party, Civia and Maren cornered me, apparently, so Civia could tell me something.

“Maren’s sleeping over tonight and ... Well, she...”

Maren cut Civia off and asked me, “Do you girls really sleep together in that huge bed?”

“We do. Despite that we had originally planned that Celeste and Meka ... and Andy would have their own rooms, they chose to sleep with the rest of us instead. Occasionally, when someone must get some critical studying in or something like that, one of us will sleep in one of the other rooms, but we have come to like all of us sleeping together.”

“You don’t think that’s ... weird?”

“Compared to most kids, certainly. But that’s how we like it, so we don’t consider it weird. I assume you’re concerned about sleeping in the same bed as Civia. Yes?” When she nodded, I responded, “She’s slept with us a lot. She doesn’t throw elbows or kick... too much.”

I grinned at Maren to show that I was joking, but she got the message when Civia elbowed me and stated firmly, “I do not!”

I looked back at Maren and added, “In case this is your concern, no one but you ... and we will know that you slept in Civia’s bed with her in it at the same time. Certainly, no one at your school needs to know. They don’t even need to know you slept over, but there’s always the couch.”

Maren glanced at Civia, then turned back to me and said, “I’ve never slept in a bed with anyone, but some girls at school have been ... uh ... making fun of things like that.”

“How would they find out? Don’t worry about it. Rhee and I have been best friends since we were nine, and we slept together even back then. We also always slept naked. Really, don’t worry about it, and do what you want. If you’re truly uncomfortable, they’ll surely let you sleep on the sofa ... or on a pad on Civia’s floor. Rhee and I always thought that our sleeping together showed us that each of us cared a great deal for the other. I mean, if we didn’t, we’d certainly not sleep together in the same bed, particularly naked.”

Maren stared at me for a quarter-minute or so, then nodded strongly, and said, “Thanks, Beth. That makes sense.” She sent another very quick glance at Civia, then added, “I really like her. She’s so fun and I’ve been much happier since you invited my mom and me to dinner that first time.”

“We really like her, too. But she was not the girl when we first met that she is now. Oh, she was ... interesting and good at soccer, but she’s so much more interesting and fun now. She fits well with us, and obviously with you, too. You should know that it took Rhee and me two years to find someone else that fit with us. That was Gracey, and it took many months more until we began inviting Liya to do things with us. Then, it was another two-and-a-half years before Heather joined us. I think that shows how difficult it sometimes is to find good fits for close friendships. Sometimes, though, really good friends come along quickly. For example, we’ve added all the others to our gang just this school year.”

Maren stared at me for a few seconds, then thanked me for helping her understand. Civia thanked me, too, then hugged me. I hugged her right back. Hard.

“May I hug you, too?”

“You don’t need to ask. I’ll accept a hug from you almost anytime.”

I returned Maren’s hug with a tight one of my own, then leaned back in her arms a bit and said, “Look what it took to get Civia to allow you closer. It took a seemingly random event that no one could have predicted when I invited your mom and you to dinner. I didn’t know you. I didn’t know you knew Civia. Your mom didn’t know either of those things. It was something of a lucky break, but, if you think about it, a lot of things in life are that way. For example, had Civia lived even a couple of blocks in one of a couple of directions from where they lived at the beginning of this school year, she’d have gone to a different middle school.”

Maren went wide-eyed and looked at Civia, who nodded to affirm what I had said.

“Oh, thank goodness,” Maren exclaimed as she hugged Civia hard.

Not much later, the two left to walk to Civia’s.

Katie arrived shortly before 10 as we were beginning to settle for the night. Everyone hugged her, including Lana, who knows her least. Katie’s mom had been sick, and Katie had had to take every closing shift after Monday.

Katie stated, “I didn’t think I’d ever get here this week! Mom’s much better, so she gave me all of tomorrow off! No one mentioned plans for this weekend, so I was hoping I could tag in with what you’re doing tomorrow.”

Brit responded, “Good timing! We’ve only recently decided to have a calm weekend in which I get to practice my ... art skills.”

“You’re doing nails?”

“Ye-ess, but not just nails.”

Katie furrowed her brows, then asked, “What else?”

“Are you working your usual afternoon shift on Sunday?” Katie expressed further confusion, so Brit took pity on her and said, “I’m doing nails tomorrow and some little art pieces using body paint Sunday evening. I was going to make sure you knew about that in case you could be here Sunday night, once we have Char home.”

“Oh! I’m in for both!”

“Brett’s cute cuddlers are ... Gracey and ... Katie!” Less enthusiastically, Liya asked, “Are you good with that?”

“Sure. I’ve found that I really like cuddling in bed with you girls. As you know, I really missed the sleepovers when we stopped having them.” She glanced around, then asked, “Where’s Celeste?”

Andy replied, “She’s probably still delivering, although she got an invitation to join Sandy and Carol in Charlie’s bed for the night, so she’ll be going straight there after work.” When Katie looked a question at her, Andy answered, “I got the same invitation on Thursday. What a glorious night!” She turned to Brett and said, “I’m also looking forward to glorious nights with you. I hope you’re okay with ... all this.”

“I’m fine. Charlie’s a great guy and... [he turned a bit pink] much more experienced than I am. I doubt I could give you a glorious night, now.”

“That may be true, now, but it won’t always be. I’m not concerned in the least.”

Liya looked around quickly, then said, “Okay. To continue, on Katie’s side of the bed are Liya, Cera, Kim, Heather, and Rhee, while on the other side are ... Lana, Meka, Andy, Brit, and Beth.”