Chapter 167

March 24, 2018 (Saturday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

I woke spooned into Celeste with Lana spooned into me, and that caused me to remember last night’s love session with the two of them. Lana and I ganged up on Celeste driving her to three orgasms. Celeste and I then sent Lana to Heaven a few times, after which Celeste and Lana did the same for me. What a night!

The door was opening as we pulled up to the back of Armoire. Kim was the first out.

“Hi, Kim. Could you hold the door open? I was going out to get something from my car.”

“Sure. Do you need any help?”

“That would be nice.”

Kim suggested Heather, the next one out, and she walked the 20 feet to Katherine’s car with our host, while the rest of us gathered by Kim. Katherine and Heather soon joined us carrying clothing catalogs, and we followed Katherine inside and to the break room, where she and Heather placed their loads on the table.

Heather asked, “May we get our arrival hugs in, now?” When Katherine’s eyes rounded a bit, Heather expanded, “We do arrival and departure hugs ... or kisses ... with all of our friends, and we consider you a friend.”

Katherine smiled and replied, “I’d very much like that.”

Heather started us off by hugging her and then saying, “Katherine, please meet Katie Weeks, a member of our high-school team and first-team All-state midfielder. Katie, this is Katherine Couture, our very favorite apparel purveyor, and becoming-closer-every-visit friend. Katie’s been something of an adjunct member for a while, but is transitioning to full membership.”

Katie said, “You’re even prettier than the girls implied. I’m something of an oddball, and the girls tell me that I might become as comfortable with you as they are, such that I might be willing to tell you how I’m an oddball. Until then, I enjoy hugs, if you’re willing to hug a new acquaintance.”

Katherine smiled widely at Katie, saying, “I trust these girls, and if you’re a member with them, I’m willing to trust you on their say-so,” then stepped into Katie and hugged her. As she pulled away, she added, “And you’re no slouch at all in the looks department.”

“Thanks, Katherine.”

Lana jumped in, saying, “If you don’t mind compliments, you have very lovely legs.”

Katherine, who was wearing medium gray bobby socks and a bright red, flared skirt whose hem was at least four inches above her knees, blushed slightly, then thanked Lana.

As we’d planned, Brett ended our greetings with a firm full-body hug with Katherine, a hug into which she seemed to melt.

She searched out Liya and asked, “For what are you looking this morning?”

“Three needs, the first and probably most important is very skimpy undies for the girls. Also for Katie, we need to get her caught up in her apparel options with us. The last is one or two silky or satiny panties for Brett with a full seat and only enough rise to contain him while erect. Such do not need to be tight, but they may be.”

“Those are all straightforward, and ... I have many options for all.”

Liya stated, “Finally, yesterday was Brett’s 15^th birthday, so one of our gifts to him was that he would be the dresser for all of the girls trying on apparel.”

“Oh, my. And that includes those ‘very skimpy undies?’”

“Yes.”

“Lucky Brett.”

“Yes, I am. I have the love of an amazing number of wonderful, pretty girls.”

“Yes, you do, and it seems your relationship is still changing, becoming more open.”

Brett answered, “It is. We now have a house clothing-optional policy, and most of us opt for nudity most of the time, including at night in bed.”

Katherine shivered her whole body, then stated, “But sex is still off the table. Right?”

“It is, but we’re researching contraception options. With all the freshman girls, we need to be very careful,” Brett answered.

“Yes, you do. Which do you want to work on, first?”

Heather answered, “Our panties.”

“Okay. Come with me, Liya. Heather, you should come, too, and we can quickly look at options for Brett.”

We chatted among ourselves, mostly explaining to Katie more about our history with Katherine. We caught the beginning of a discussion as the three returned.

“You could probably get these panties for two or three dollars less per panty online somewhere.”

“No! We’d much rather support you and your business than some possibly shady website and its possibly sleazy owner. We gladly pay any premium for your personalized attention and would go elsewhere only if you had no way to fulfill our ... current apparel need. Even then, we’d be more likely to pass on that need than go elsewhere.”

Katherine stared at Liya for a few seconds, then responded, “Thanks. I greatly appreciate your business and, particularly, your friendship. Despite that we’ve become friends and seem to be moving into a deeper level of friendship, I most appreciate that we can maintain both relationships. I assure you that I would never take advantage of our friendship for business reasons. I’d much, much rather not make a sale than lose your group’s friendship.”

Liya stepped into Katherine’s space and gave her a one-armed hug with the arm that was not laden with panties.

As Heather put her items on the table, she said, “Brett, it’s show time.”

Heather turned him slightly so his back was perfectly facing Katherine, then knelt in front of him. She had him toe his shoes off, unsnapped and unzipped his short, then pulled it down his legs. Brett calmly lifted each foot in turn as she pulled the short off him. She stood, pulled his T up and off him, lifted the front of the panty out and down exposing his fully erect cock, then acted as if she had just had a thought.

“Katherine, would you care to remove his panty from him?”

“Are you sure?”

“Certainly. You’ve seen his lovely bare ass before, and you could kneel behind him and pull the panty down and off him as quickly or as slowly as you wish.”

“If you’re sure, I’d very much like to do that. Brett, are you okay with that?”

Brett turned his head and torso enough for him to see her, answering, “As Heather said, it’s nothing you’ve not seen before, and the thought of it has me ... quite excited if that’s okay with you.”

She stared into his eyes from five feet behind him for many seconds, then huskily said, “I’ve no qualms with such a gorgeous guy as you being excited by me.”

“That’s good, as I think you’re very lovely and well worth being ... excited about.”

Katherine stepped up to him as Brett turned his head and torso to face away from her. She knelt behind him, then stared at his ass for probably ten seconds.

“Rhee, is this your panty?”

Rhee responded, “Goddess, you’re good! That’s one of the many reasons we buy most of our clothes from you.”

Katherine turned her head, grinned at Rhee, and thanked her.

Brett added, “You are amazing, Katherine. The girls wondered if you’d figure that out, with a few sure you would, but most doubting you could. You may very well have more converts into the ‘Katherine is Amazing fan club.’”

She turned her face in my direction, so I responded, “Yes, we have an informal club that could bear that moniker. It seems every time we visit here, you prove even more why we visit here. Liya was right. We’d pay nearly any premium to have the ... business and personal relationships we have with you. We’re all a bit inspired by you.”

She flushed and ducked her head, which, because of her proximity, caused her forehead to come to rest on the upper slope of Brett’s panty-clad ass. She jerked slightly as if she realized what she had done, but had quickly decided that we would not mind, which we did not. After she rested her head on him a bit, she picked her head off his ass, then looked up at the back of his head.

Quietly, she requested, “Brett, would you look at me as best you can while keeping your cock out of ... my view?” When he did so, while looking directly into the sides of his eyes, she said, “I don’t have extensive experience with guys, but you probably have the most exquisite ass I’ve ever seen on a guy, and I thank you and your girlfriends for this opportunity.”

Brett’s face went pink, but he responded, “Thanks, Katherine. You’re welcome for the opportunity, but I should probably thank you for wanting to do this. You’re lovely and I’m somewhat amazed that you even think of this as an opportunity for which you feel the need to thank us, as my payment in this is the racing heartbeat and internal excitement that you generate in me knowing that you’re going to pull ... Rhee’s panty off me.”

She shook her head slowly with a small smile, then said, “If I didn’t know before, I certainly know now why all these girls are so crazy for you. You’re a gem.”

She looked back at his ass, then raised her hands to either side of the waistband and began to pull the panty down slowly. She subtly reacted when she saw the beginning of the paint Brit had applied last night, then increased the rate at which she pulled the panty down. When the waistband was at the lower slope of his ass and the words were all visible to her, she ducked her head with her forehead resting again on the upper slope of his now bare ass.

“Oh, god!”

She was nearly hyperventilating while her forehead rested on our boyfriend’s bare ass, then picked her head up, looked at me, and asked, “You think this much of me to do something like this ... for me?”

I let the silence reign for a bit, then replied, “We do. We also decided, with Brett’s happy consent, that if you will promise not to share it and want a photo of that, you may take one picture.”

“Oh, yes! I’d love that. Brett? You’re really fine with that?”

“Under the parameters Beth stated, absolutely. It’s ... exciting to think of you occasionally looking at a picture of my bare ass with ... in essence and reality ... your name on it. It was Brit’s idea, but we all agreed that this was a wonderful way to tell you, ‘Good morning, Katherine!’”

She looked up at his eyes looking down at her, then, keeping her eyes on his as much as she could, she leaned in and kissed each cheek for a second or so. I wished we had had video going for that, and my pussy let me know she was quite excited by it.

As she suddenly became more animated, she looked at me and asked, “Could I get one of you to take the photo ... with my face, which will be smiling like crazy into the camera, next to Brett’s lovely ass?”

I think we were all surprised by that, but Liya recovered quickly with a smile, answering, “Yes, so long as we can take one like that, too. Of course, we promise that it would never leave our house once we get it there.”

“Yes! Absolutely,” she exclaimed, after which she turned back to her task and pulled Rhee’s panty completely off Brett, his balls certainly easily visible between his slightly spread legs.

Heather pulled out her phone and knelt in position to take the photo. Katherine turned around, then scooted back a bit to be along Brett’s left side, her head at the level of his ass.

Heather suggested, “Why don’t you lean your head onto his hip.”

She looked surprised, then asked, “You’re okay with ... that level of ... intimacy between Brett and me?”

“Yes. Absolutely. We’re also okay ... more than okay with you seeing all of Lana last visit and whatever you’ll see of us when Brett puts very skimpy panties on all of us.”

Katherine shook her head in incredulity again, then leaned it onto Brett’s hip. Heather took great care to line everything up well and took the photo.

“To save the effort of transferring it, why don’t I take your photo with your phone or camera?”

“Liya,” Katherine said, “you know where my office is. My phone is on my desk. Would you mind retrieving it for me?”

“Not at all.”

As Liya exited on her task, Katherine asked, “Is this why you wanted the extra 15 minutes this morning?”

Meka replied, “It’s most of the reason.”

Katherine proved, once again, her sagacity and intelligence, asking, “You wanted me to have a photo of Brett’s great ass?”

Brett replied, “We did.”

She bent her head onto her back to look up at him, then quickly pulled it back up. Brett rapidly discerned the reason she had done such and turned his whole body to face her.

“You were going to see all of me today, anyway, so there’s no reason you can’t see ... my cock, now. As I said earlier, I find it exciting that you’ll have a photo of my ass that you might look at occasionally.”

Katherine stared at his cock for a period long enough that Liya returned with Katherine’s phone before she moved her eyes away from it.

Liya said, “Oh, darn. I missed the ... unveiling, as it were.”

“Yes. That was my fault, as I didn’t anticipate the result of me leaning my head back and up to look at Brett’s face to ask him something. I’m sorry.”

Liya replied, “No apology required. Brett’s probably told you that today was the day for that, anyway. However, you can’t have a photo of his cock.”

Katherine stared at Liya for a while, then said, “You girls really are amazing, and, Brett, you may be the most amazing of the girls. You’re like no guy I’ve ever met.”

“Thanks, Katherine. Part of what and how I am is due to my previous ... morbid shyness with girls, but I’ve also been purposefully patterning myself after Beth’s dad. My dad’s a great guy, but I think Beth’s is a really great guy. In fact, all the girls here love him as Dad or as a subsidiary dad. Some of them have purposefully replaced in their minds their actual poor excuses for dads with Beth’s dad. I cannot imagine a better role model for me, particularly as he has three devoted wives.”

That occasioned a short digression into Dad’s marriage, after which Katherine said, “Is that some of why you’re so comfortable with ... the sharing in your group?”

Meka responded, “That’s a large part of it. The original five girls seemed to take that as how ... relationships should be ... open and many-angled, and they infected all of us. Any one of us that didn’t thoroughly subscribe to how they see the world would not be here. We’re all converts and all of us are happier than we’ve ever been, except for me, and that’s only because ... my ... dad is dying.”

Meka did not break down, but it was a close thing.

After a while to allow Meka some recovery, Katherine said, “I’m very sorry for your ... coming loss, Meka, but I thank you all for being ... so open with me. I cannot imagine what it must take for you to take such chances with someone you don’t know all that well, but I greatly appreciate it.” She hesitated, almost bashfully, before asking, “Could ... we add a ... more ... social aspect to our friendship? I mean, I’d like to ... see you all in ... other situations, and more than just a few of you taking me out for a meal.”

I replied, “We’d like that. However, with school, soccer, and various family commitments, we just won’t have much time for that until summer. Is that okay?”

“That’s perfectly fine. I’ll have to be content with my occasional in-store fixes of your group until summer ... and my social life can wait until then.”

I stared into her eyes for a few seconds, then nodded slowly to let her know that I had received her message. She closed her eyes slowly and briefly to acknowledge my understanding.

After Heather took the photo of Katherine’s face next to Brett’s painted ass, Liya brightly said, “Brett, it’s time for us to try on a bunch of panties, and you’re going to have to put a move on so we can be out of here on time. Girls, toe off your shoes.”

With our shoes off, we were each wearing, essentially, the same outfit: ankle socks, gym shorts, and cropped Ts, nothing else. Brett asked Katherine to follow along with him and hand him the appropriate panty for each of us. He started with me by kneeling at my feet and pulling my short down by the legs and allowing me to step out of it.

Katherine asked, “Are you all shaved?”

Cera replied, “Depilatory. Our motto is something like ‘While hair in your teeth isn’t fun, stubble on your tongue is worse.’”

Again, Katherine shook her head rapidly in incredulity, then said, “You all really do love each other ... in all aspects of that word. Don’t you?”

Char responded, “We do, and we have a lot of sex. I’ve been fully a part of this for only a short while, but never in my wildest dreams did I imagine anything like this.”

Katherine responded, “And I’ve never heard of anything like your group, either. You make me want to relive my high-school days. I mostly enjoyed them, but nothing like as much as you seem to be.”

Brett held out a very skimpy fuchsia T-back thong that I stepped into; he pulled it up my legs and onto me.

Rhee exclaimed, “Damn, Girl! You look fucking hot in that, and I wonder how incredible Liya’s going to look in it.”

Heather responded, “Hear, hear!”

Katherine asked Brett, “What do you think of Beth in that?”

“She’s hot in a snowsuit, not that I’ve ever seen her in one, but she’s certainly sizzling in that. In fact ... Hold on. Let’s get the full effect.”

He stood, grabbed the hem of my T, and pulled it up my torso. I lifted my arms ahead of it, and he pulled my shirt up and off me.

Meka gave out a loud wolf whistle, and I flushed from the other comments.

Katherine topped off my embarrassment by saying, “Please excuse my language, but you look fucking hot in that. The color is great for you, but mainly, you have an incredibly lovely body ... which now looks even more interesting in its pink version.”

“Come on,” Celeste said, “give us a twirl.”

I slowly rotated around my left foot.

When I rotated back to face Brett, he said, “You’re so incredibly lovely. I’m a very lucky guy,” after which he wrapped himself around me and kissed me heartily.

I put my arms around his neck and leaned into the kiss as his hands roamed my lower cheeks. We kissed for about a minute, a minute that left me nearly breathless as he stepped back. I looked down. His cock was at full extension and the head was purplish-red.

“I’m amazed you’re comfortable enough with each other and, particularly, with me enough for you two to engage in a hot kiss right in front of me when only one of you is wearing anything, and with that one item hiding nearly nothing. Could all of you have done that?”

Brit quickly replied, “Until very recently, that would have been beyond some of us. I’m not sure, even now, if all of us could have done that, but most of us certainly could have. Of course, with that action heating our libidos, we might all be capable of that right now.”

Brett, with Katherine in tow, stepped over to Celeste, and they began the process with her, while Liya said, “We’ll want three of those apiece in different colors. That’s precisely what we wanted, Katherine, and you led me straight to it. You are, indeed, a marvel. If you’re willing to special-order stuff for us, we’d have little reason to clothes-shop anywhere else. We gladly put ourselves in your hands.”

When Brett and Katherine were finished working through the rest of the girls, Brett was still naked, I was wearing only ankle socks and my new thong, and all the others were wearing the same as me, but with the addition of their crop Ts. Even Katie.

Heather in a sing-song voice said, “Oh, Bre-etttttt. It’s time for your fittings.”

With a smile on his face, he returned to the starting point of the girls’ panty fittings at the front-left corner of the table as seen from the room’s door.

Heather picked up the first of the three options, then turned to Katherine, saying, “If you want, you can do the fittings.” Before Katherine could respond in any fashion, she continued, “Don’t handle him, but accidental ... or nearly accidental contact with his cock is fine.”

Again with a small smile, Katherine shook her head, “You’re all crazy, but I’m happy to do that oh-so-onerous task for you.”

There was much chuckling, and Gracey stated, “Even your sense of humor fits with us. That’s the sort of thing that ... almost any of us would have said.”

As everyone gathered behind her, Katherine grinned at Gracey, then knelt before Brett, his very fully erect cock only inches from her face. She stared at it for a few seconds, then held the first panty at Brett’s feet. It was an apricot, loose bikini with very high “legs.” She mostly tried to avoid touching his cock, but the back of her left hand impacted it slightly when pulling the waistband over it.

Heather asked, “How does that feel?”

Brett replied, “Great, actually. The waist isn’t too tight and the panty is loose enough that my ... cockhead doesn’t force the waistband away from my skin.”

“Yes,” Meka responded, “that looks perfect ... on your first shot, Katherine. As with our panties, that’s exactly what we wanted. It’s hard enough resisting him when his cock is hard in anything, but there’s something about having the cockhead creep out the top that turns us into ravening sex maniacs.”

There was much laughing.

Meka added, “Not really, but we wanted his cock to be obvious, but not technically visible. I suspect we’ll want a few of that model, but, please, let’s see how the others look.”

Katherine pulled the apricot panty off him, then held out the next for him, a blue-and-pink-patterned bikini. As she was pulling it up his legs, her head accidentally on purpose bumped lightly into his cock. She stopped pulling up the panty and stared at his cock, her eyes just inches from it, then resumed putting it on him. It was too tight and too low-rise and his cockhead stuck above the waistband.

“Now I know what sort of combo of material and rise I’ll need to cover his lovely cock. God! How did you find a guy who seems ... perfect everywhere? I mean, he’s gorgeous, as is his ass, and his cock is lovely.”

“Some of this,” Brett replied, “is due to the girls convincing me to help with the school soccer team. For that, I had to take part in all of the warmup stuff, such as stretches, calisthenics, and laps. This winter, Meka was the slave driver who kept our wind up, and Beth and her dad got us a day a week in a gym where we all lifted. I’m in notably better shape than I was last September.”

Looking up into his eyes, she asked, “Brett, please keep all of that up. You don’t need a six-pack or bulging muscles, but the weight work or your genetics has your muscles nicely defined, and the combo of weights and running have given you beautiful legs. You could probably make a lot of money as a nude model if you were at least 18, not that you or the other girls would be interested in that. But, Brett, I’ll be ... very happy to ogle your naked body anytime you or your girls want to strip you in my store. You are simply fucking lovely all over.”

“Isn’t he just,” asked Lana. “I can vouch for what soccer has done for him, as I’ve seen him in swimsuits in the past few summers. I was crazy for him with what he looked like then, but I’m even crazier for him now. It’s all any of us can do not to rape him.”

“Hear, hear.”

Meka said, “I agree with Lana and Rhee. He is the absolute prettiest boy I’ve ever seen, and I do not mean that adjective in its effeminate connotation.”

Brett turned and said, “Thanks, Meka. That means a lot coming from our Amazon.”

“You don’t mean that term because of her skin color. Do you?”

“No, Katherine. She says I don’t see her skin color, and I understand what she means by that. However, I do see her skin color, and I love it. When she’s worked up a good sweat or when she steps out of a shower after washing off that sweat, her skin absolutely glows. She doesn’t have big boobs or a big butt, she’s just, as far as I’m concerned, perfectly proportioned. And she’s tall. She is what I think of as an Amazon. And you should see her play soccer. She is fierce! I’m so much in love with her!”

Meka stepped quickly over to him, crouched a bit, wrapped him up, and kissed him fiercely. While kissing her back, he lifted her crop top up over her breasts and pushed his chest into them, and put his arms around her to help with that process. They kissed for a couple of minutes.

As she stepped back from him, she said, “And I’m so much in love with you!”

Katherine asked her, “You don’t mind him ... exposing you like that?”

“So long as we’re in appropriate situations, he has carte blanche to do with each of us whatever he wants short of pushing his cock into our pussies. If you object to things like that, we’ll take Armoire off the list of appropriate places.”

“No! Not at all. I enjoy it very much that you’re all so comfortable with me as to allow such. I’ve seen all of him and most of each of the rest of your bodies. I’m not squeamish about such sights. In fact, I’ve greatly enjoyed these visits, partly because you are so casual with clothing. However, I might need a quiet session in the bathroom before my staff arrive.”

Brett said, “I’d be doubly honored if you were to orgasm from my photo or from memories of my body, even if I’m not the only one of whom you think.”

“Oh, god.”

Char said, “Yes. Or, as Lana says, ‘Oh, Goddess.’ If you want more to imagine, the 14 of us regularly have masturbation sessions in our big bed. We watch him cum, then he watches all of us at once. It was nerve-wracking for me at first, but I now love it.”

“Do you really mean to be so ... free with me about ... the particulars of your relationship?”

Meka replied, “We do. If you’d prefer we not do...”

“NO! I’m just surprised that high school freshmen can be so ... open about their sexual relationships, and not at all in a bragging way. And why me?”

I answered, “Because you have always been good to us, because you feel like a kindred soul, and because we trust you. We don’t know precisely where, if anywhere, we want to go with this, but we have enjoyed our visits with you greatly, and look forward to them with avidity. You also allow us a lot of leeway, which enables us to be daring, but in a controlled situation. Many of us need that feeling of safety to do what we do here, even though many of us have also fantasized frequently about doing such things. Sex may become involved here, or it may not. It particularly will not if you were to object to such. However, the staff room at Armoire d’Amour provides the perfect compromise of daring and safety that allows even our most timid members to be nearly naked in front of a person not in our family.”

Katherine rattled her brain, then said, “As I said earlier, I’ve enjoyed ... the show and you are welcome to continue with it so long as none of my staff is here. While Brett ... and all of you girls are tempting, I have good control and can easily keep myself from doing anything you don’t ... sanction.”

I replied, “That’s precisely how we interpreted your responses to our ... titillation. Except for things like painting Brett’s butt and predicting you’d want a photo, we don’t plan anything we do here; individuals simply do what they feel like doing, and there’s no pressure on any of us to do anything we don’t want to do.”

Brit spoke up, “Char and I have been the most timid of Las Amadas, but we’re getting over that. I have little doubt that, so long as you continue to allow us to ... let our figurative hair down here, you will see either or both of us fully naked in your breakroom. You told us you were bisexual. Since all of us female girls are, too, to varying degrees, we enjoy the titillation of baring parts or all of us to you, because all of us see you as a fox. And Lana was right. You have lovely legs.”

She looked around at all of us, bit her lower lip, then pulled the hem of her skirt up to her belly. We ogled her long, slender legs and her tiny black bikini brief.

After a minute or so, she said, “Oh, fuck it,” and pushed her skirt down until it slid down her legs at gravity’s behest, then stepped out of it and toed off her shoes.

With a nervous mien, she looked at me and asked, “Is it okay with you for me to do this?”

I made a point of obviously looking her up and down, then said, “We aren’t ready for you to give Brett a spontaneous ejaculation, but that’s probably okay with us. As Lana would say, ‘Goddess, you’re lovely!’”

“Goddess, you’re lovely, Katherine!”

There was much chuckling, and Katherine’s nervousness declined greatly.

However, Brett caused it to climb a bit by saying, “Indeed, Katherine. You are very lovely!”

I followed Katherine’s eyes to Brett’s throbbing cock now protruding farther from the panty she’d just put on him and heard her quietly respond, “And so are you, Brett. You’re the loveliest ... man I’ve ever seen.”

Celeste stated, “We’re losing time, and Katherine has to get that panty off our guy and get the third one on him. That could be a little tricky given the state his cock is now in due to her showing us the entirety of her lovely legs and her trim belly. I do find myself hoping that she’ll have to turn her back to us at some point so we can ogle what I expect to be a fine, trim ass.”