Chapter 164

March 18, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

We were footloose for much of the day, which was coldish and windy so we were not interested in doing anything outdoors other than hanging in the hot tub – which is nicely out of the wind. We took a brisk naked walk to the tub after lunch. Dad and Carol were running errands; Mom joined us in the tub.

“I invited Matt and Steph to have dinner with us when they drop their charges here, and they accepted. They’ll be here around 5:00.” She glanced around, then added, “Thanks for the wonderful show last night.”

Celeste replied, “You don’t have to thank us. We got our rewards on the table. Damn, that was fun!”

Andy asked, “Has he ever done that ... all that in one dinner?”

“No, and that was the most spectacular aspect of last night. Carol and I have watched him table all the ... Go5, but never more than one in a day. He did Gracey on both tables one time, but he tabled seven last night. Fuck, that was ... mind-bending. And then he tabled Liya a second time, and he’d never done that in a single day before! That makes for eight tablings ... in one evening! I’m still amazed at what we’ve gotten after setting Charlie ... or, rather, setting those girls loose on Charlie. Our daughters are so fucking good for our sex lives!”

The Jacobses and Lana arrived shortly after 5:00 and found us girls in relatively sedate clothing.

Lana stated, “Aunt ... Steph and Matt said we could have arrival kisses,” after which she kissed me hard, but just for a few seconds ... and then proceeded to kiss the other nine of us [Celeste was working], with Brett following her path through us.

I got a text during Andy’s kisses. I read it, then walked around the mass of people in the living room to the front door. When I heard voices outside, I opened the door to Cera and Brit. I hustled them inside as I waved at Cera’s mom driving west on our street.

There were exclamations of surprise, and then we all went through arrival kisses for two more of us.

Cera waved off explaining, asking, “When will dinner be ready Sandy-Mom?”

Mom, my mom, gave Cera a crooked smile, then hugged her, saying, “You’ve just made my day, giving me mom status for you.”

“Sandy, we all think of you ... and Carol and Inez ... as moms. You’ve been so helpful, so welcoming to us girls as we’ve been trying to learn how to deal with such good friends, then with them as ... lovers of a sort. So, when is dinner?”

“It’s ready now.”

“Okay. Brit and I can tell our tale at the table. We’re both starving as we missed lunch.”

At the dining-room table after taking the edge off her hunger, Cera began their tale, “We talked for a long time yesterday at her house, then continued the discussion we were having at mine last night. Today, around lunchtime, we bearded my parents. Since Brett’s parents were willing to allow us to be together, I wanted to come clean with mine, and Brit insisted on being with me when I did.

“My parents and we had a long ... a long and involved discussion, and we told them pretty much everything. I was ... somewhat hopeful that they would not have a cow, and they didn’t. They were surprised when we told them Meka was involved, after which they asked us to explain why we were all involved, and Brit told them of our discussion in the LTG about really great guys. We also told them of our experiences with ... guys. And...”

She turned to Brit, who took up the narration, “I told them the reason I spent so much time at their house was that I was afraid in mine, afraid of my stepbrothers, who have said some nasty, scary things to me, always when our parents weren’t home. Alicia, Cera’s mom, told me I could come to them anytime I felt the need, that I was always ... always ... w-welcome there.”

Brit devolved into a bit of crying as she turned into the person on her right. I have never understood how Dad is always in the right place, but he wrapped his left arm around her and stroked the top of her head with his right hand. She pulled herself together in less than a minute, lifted her head, gave Dad a peck on the cheek, then returned fully to her chair.

“Why do I keep finding great parents that like me, love me as I am, in friends’ houses, when I have one okay parent and one somewhat crappy parent at home?” She breathed deeply, then continued, “We wound up talking for nearly four-and-a-half hours, explaining our group relationship and our rules. We discussed various aspects of the rules that our group lives by, and explained how we dealt with urges and strong feelings. We ... w-we even told them about ... helping Brett to ... get his semen sample in the cup. We ... told them about ... our sex lives, that all the sex we had, with one exception we had already told them, was with the other girls and each other. It was ... scary and nerve-wracking, but I felt so much better when they told us they understood. Alicia even said that she’d be willing to take Cera to get whatever we decided on for contraception. I’m not sure she was completely in favor of us ... needing that, but certainly wanted us protected if we went down that road.”

Cera waited a few beats, then jumped in, “My mom asked if we wanted to be there ... here so we could be with ... our group since Brett and Lana were arriving sometime today. We didn’t want to be too obvious, but we jumped at it. We took quick showers and then Mom drove us here, and we’re here all week. I have to be home Saturday afternoon, as we have existing plans.”

“And I’m going with you,” Brit said emphatically. “I know it’s your family getting together, but aren’t I your family, too?”

Cera stood, walked around the table, and hugged Brit from behind her chair, answering, “You are. We can’t invite our entire family, because we’ll be at my aunt’s house and there’s not enough room there for the entire Las Amadas and the parts of my ... genetic family that’ll be there.” From behind Brit, with her arms still around Brit’s neck, her hands flat on Brit’s chest just below her chin, she continued, “If we have a family get-together somewhere that could hold all of us, I’d like to invite the Las Amadas to join us.”

Mom jumped all over that, “Perhaps in April when it’s more reliably warmer, we can invite all the immediate family members of the Las Amadas to a picnic, either at the park near here or in the compound. I think that, particularly for those parents allowing the group to continue, getting them all together might be helpful for all.”

Steph replied immediately, “I’d like that. We’ve got some command performances for our jobs in April, but if such a ... picnic could avoid those dates, we would be there. We’d like to meet at least some of the other parents. I suspect that we might need each other’s emotional support as our ... crazy kids develop their crazy relationship.”

Carol added, “Perhaps we could put together a Las Amadas parental support group. We haven’t really met Cera’s parents, and we’d like to.”

Cera responded, “I’m sorry, Carol-mom. I’ll have them come in the next time they drop me here or pick me up.”

After that discussion ended, Steph started another by asking, “Do you ... girls ... Lana told us that you have arrival and departure kisses or, if you’re sleeping over, good morning and good night kisses ... every day. Everyone ... well, all but one of you ... showed that that was not out of the ordinary before dinner here.”

“The one was me,” Char stated. “That’s because I’m relatively new in the group and I have no experience kissing my ... future lovers in front of parents.” She breathed deeply, then added, “I hope to be able to find more comfort with that, but that would require much more kissing in front of parents, and that’s nerve-wracking for me.”

“The point I wanted to make,” added Steph, “was that you seemed comfortable with that ... except for Char ... and proficient.”

“That second word is down to Lana,” Heather responded. “While the five freshmen resident here have kissed a lot since June, Lana taught all of us some new aspects. She’s an incredible kisser ... and an excellent tutor. And, boy, kissing practice sure is fun!”

Lana colored a bit, but then went redder when Steph asked, “How did you learn?”

A bit nervous at first, she got stronger as she replied, “You remember my friend, Amy, that moved ... her family moved the winter before last?” When Steph nodded, Lana added, “We were good friends and decided to learn how to kiss to be ... be ready for when we began dating. We found some ... instructions online and we ... practiced a lot. I mean a huge lot. We never told each other, but I think we ... we might have loved each other. I was very sad when they moved away. We spent ... a lot of time kissing, practicing.”

Matt and Steph left right after dinner and goodbye hugs of Brett and Lana.

In bed in our PJs, Lana opined, “It might be really hard to return to only a few days here a week when Matt and Steph get back.”

“Yeah,” Heather replied immediately. “Once, when I was still living with my mother, I had 10 straight days here and after that, it was really ... difficult for me to have to deal with being back there. I cried most of the way from the practice pitch to that ... shithole. At least, you have Matt and Steph that know your situation and are being supportive.”

“Beth, would you call a meeting to order?”

I looked at Brit for a few seconds, then opened a meeting and called on Brit.

“What would everyone think about getting our goodnight kisses with Brett in bed?”

“Were you thinking about? Sitting in bed or lying in bed?”

Brit went a little pink, answering, “I’ve thought of both, but I really liked our lying-down kisses with Brett in Char’s bed. Of course, that will make them ... more ... sexual, possibly more of a ... potential problem.”

Brett responded, “I’d really love that, although we should be careful, particularly if we opt for lying down. Despite that even one of you gets me really excited, and more of you get my brain spinning, I’ve not had any difficulty holding back from being ... aggressive with any of you. I think I’d like to take a step forward and have goodnight kisses in bed. Again, though, we should be particularly careful if they’re lying-down kisses.”

Brett found himself on his back with a hot bundle looking into his eyes from right above his face.

“And Dick Butkus makes another superb tackle,” Celeste said loudly in somewhat of an announcer’s voice.

Lana looked from Brett to Celeste grinning, then reprised her response from the other night while looking into his eyes, “I’ll be happy to kiss anywhere on you, including your dick and butt, once we get to that stage. Oh, Goddess! I so want that!”

Meka stated, “I guess that, in addition to Brett learning how to give us oral pleasure, we’ll have to give some of the girls lessons on how to please Brett with our mouths. Who would do that?”

I replied, “That’s a bit of a sidetrack from the topic, but it’s reasonable. The answer is the same as the answer about who teaches Brett about licking us. Heather’s the oral queen. And, Celeste probably has more experience with more guys in that vein, so we should remember to ask her if she’d be willing” I looked around, then asked, “Any further discussion?”

Rhee responded, “I have the same concerns as Brett, but I also vote with him for kisses on or in bed.”

Still lying on Brett, Lana responded, “I vote for that, but, Goddess, his hard cock is right where it needs to be and I’m about to molest him.”

“If that’s enough discussion, the motion is that goodnight kisses, not necessarily departure kisses, may be conducted while the kissing parties are on the bed. All those in favor, say, ‘aye.’”

The vote was unanimous in favor.

Cera and I were Brett’s cute cuddlers.

March 19, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

At the end of 7^th Bell, the Go5, Char, and Cera went up to Mr. Jameson.

“What can I do for a large part of an apparently excellent soccer team?”

Liya responded, “We’d like to turn our papers in, now.”

He reacted in surprise, then said, “You still have another three days. Why now?”

“Our families have a busy week, and we were afraid that we wouldn’t have sufficient time to treat our various subjects well, so we worked on them on Friday and Saturday. We each probably spent at least eight hours on them. We’re fairly certain they’re reasonably good papers. All of us critiqued the initial drafts of all of them. That was a good process, as we had good discussions about all aspects of them. Some of us changed the focus of the event or location we’d selected, while others of us just tightened our papers.”

He looked around at all of us, then said, “I’d be happy to take them now. That will give me a chance to read them without the pressure of getting to the entire class’s papers this weekend.”

“Thanks, Mr. Jameson.”

I asked him, “Has the school ever considered multi-disciplinary essays or papers? I ask because so much of history and geography ... at least that of humans ... is intertwined. We start and end our school days this year with our favorite two classes, yours and Mr. Pavletic’s. We’ve all dealt with history when writing papers for Mr. Pavletic and geography when writing papers for you. I don’t know how such papers would be graded, but it seems, I don’t know, a bit redundant sometimes.”

“That’s a good question, Beth, and it’s an aspect of both courses that comes up relatively frequently. As an example, how can one understand the Spice Routes from a geographical point of view without understanding the history of spices, of the Dutch and English, and of the places and powers between eastern Asia and western Europe through which those spices traveled?”

“Exactly! This came up with us after Mr. Pavletic’s lecture about the Silk Road. Our main responses were, first, that a single class session seemed ... woefully inadequate to understand more than the most critical facets, and second that the history of silk, clothing, politics, and many other facets of human history that must have had impacts were not part of the lecture. In fact, Char, despite the ... I don’t want to say superficiality, as that seems denigratory to Mr. Pavletic ... of the lecture, was excited about a geography lesson that was something other than political entities, their capitals, and their period of greatest importance.”

He looked at me for a few seconds, around at the others, then asked, “Did you bring this up with him this morning?”

Char replied, “No because we had to go to homeroom.”

“I suggest finding a time to ask him, yourselves, and see what he says. He’s got more years here than I do, and I would be truly shocked if this hasn’t come up before, although we’re certainly not doing the sort of things you asked about. I have another suggestion, but it would require ... timing parameters that may not come about, although I might be able to affect that. Anyway, if you get an assignment for geography that allows ... a wide scope of options, you might consider writing a paper that tries to treat the purviews of both subjects. If it meshes with something we’re treating at the time here, I’d be willing to entertain providing extra credit, or it might work with another report you might need to complete for this class.”

Right then, our phones all received texts, and Heather said, “Sorry, Mr. Jameson, but that’s probably Meka wondering where we are, as she’s our ride. Thanks for your time, but we need to get to soccer practice.”

The first day of the second week of soccer practice involved longer-than-usual rondo and a lot of varied passing drills, ending with another two laps of the pitch. After showers, we hit the W where the parents had saved dinner for us.

In our bedroom, Char stated, “Some of us have a lot of homework. I propose a naked study session.”

With immediate approval, we grabbed books and laptops, shucked our clothes, moved to our study nook, and got down to it. Only a few of us were done when the timer went off signifying the end of the hour of nudity.

“Oh, that’s not fair,” Liya whined. “I’ve got probably another half-hour of work.”

“I move that we alter the rules concerning naked study sessions, that the time period be modified to no more than 1.5 hours, but that beyond one hour, those that are finished need to dress to reduce temptation.”

Everyone looked at Meka, who said, “What? I’ve still got at least a half-hour of stuff to do, and those of us still working can’t get free naked time with Brett ... if he’s one that’s finished.”

“I’m not, but I understand Meka’s point, and agree with it, as even if I’m not finished, having girls loving on each other’s naked bodies would be a distraction, whether in view or not.”

There was no further discussion, and we approved the motion.

Meka was the last one done, but only a few minutes beyond the naked period, so those that were done – and we were all in PJs – let her finish in the nude.

After ablutions, we were all in the bedroom, Meka said, “Listen up.” When all eyes were upon her, she continued, “Kim and I would like to bring our relationship to our bed, here. With Brett here for nearly 20 consecutive nights, most or all of us would have to figure out how to get in orgasms. This may not be all that fair to Brett, but Kim and I propose that girl-on-girl – with Brett being a boy for this motion, be permitted in our bed prior to sleep.” She stepped on the hullaballoo she had caused, adding, “PJs should be at hand, and must be donned after satiation ... or, at least after finished with going after orgasms.”

Brett responded immediately, “Second! I promise not to take part, except visually. However, I would need to ... masturbate when you’re finished or ... maybe, during.”

We all turned to him, and Dick Butkus put him on his back ... yet, again. He managed to get both of them sitting up and added, “Brit, Char, I know you want to take your time. Would this be too quickly for you?”

The two looked at each other, and Brit suggested that Char go first, and she did, “While the rate of advance seems to be increasing, we’re not really going all that quickly toward intercourse with Brett. We’ve done mutual masturbation sessions, and this would not be all that much beyond that. Yes, the girls would get to have sex, but that’s been permitted, but only when Brett’s not with us. So, the only change would be allowing the girls sex in Brett’s presence. He has proven that he won’t get carried away, so I’m in favor of the motion. I ... I was trying to figure out how I was going to get an orgasm in tonight.”

There was much chuckling.

Brit added, “I’m of the same mind as Char. I feel the need, too.”

I looked around and saw no further discussion, so ran us through the process of approving the motion.

PJs began flying, including Brett’s, who then sat back against the headboard with a pillow behind him. I did not immediately partake, instead plopping myself down next to Brett but far enough away so that we were not in contact.

Quietly, I asked, “What do you think? Can you keep from joining the various piles?”

“This is great, and, yes, I can stay in control. You know, I hope, that someone will move that I be allowed to take part, but without ... penetration. It might be a few weeks, maybe less, maybe more, but that will come. Something I’ve thought of recently is that we’ve been ... Let me start over. I think about the late December sleepover as the beginning of ... this ... of us. That means that it’s been nearly three months. Yes, we’ve been moving forward and the rate of advance may have been increasing, but I thought that it would be four or five months to get to ... intercourse. At least, that seemed to me something of a reasonable rate to go from the rare kiss to intercourse.”

“I suspect that four months may be closer to correct than five, but I agree with you. Both Brit and Char are quickly becoming more comfortable with the sexual aspect. Oh, yeah, I keep forgetting. What did you think of your make-out session with Lana and Char last week?”

“It was very fun. Of course, holding and kissing a naked pretty girl I’d think is fun by definition.”

“True that.”

Quietly, he said, “Beth, thanks ... for ... all this. I’ve said it before, but I could not have come within a universe of imagining this last fall. All I wanted was to get myself to where you might consider me ... uh ... boyfriend material. I didn’t know how much you and the rest of the Go5 wanted me to break out of my ... shell. I’ve never heard about anything remotely close to what we have here. Look at this. I’m sitting naked in a huge bed with my back to the headboard. One of the school’s very prettiest girls is naked and sitting right next to me. In front of us, a sizable percentage of the other pretty girls in my school are naked and ... cavorting, having girl-on-girl sex.” He looked into my eyes as he added, “I could be happy with just this. I don’t need sex with all of you to be happy, but sex with all of you would make me ... deliriously ecstatic, and that’s probably coming along in the next month or so.

“My point of all this is, I’m happy enough with this. You girls could be naked and loving each other every night in our bed, and I wouldn’t go beyond the rules, what I’m permitted. While I would like that, I don’t say that for my benefit, but for yours. You girls are ... accustomed to having sex with each other. I’d be fine with all of you sleeping naked, so you wouldn’t have to worry about putting PJs on when you’re nearly comatose from the orgasms our girlfriends give each other. So long as I can be allowed to ... masturbate during or after the show, I would have no discomfort at all with you girls cavorting every night. It’s fun to watch, and I learn things.”