Chapter 189

April 23, 2018 (Monday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

The big advantage of the large, cement picnic tables in the official outside eating area is that they’re heavy, very heavy. That means that when most of us moved one to abut another last fall, no one was willing to move them apart, and they were still together more than six months later. Also, for whatever reasons, most kids left them to us, perhaps because of the respect given to the seniors, particularly Meka. Whatever the reasons, we were happy no one had grabbed them today on what may well be one of those perfect spring days here: not too hot, a light breeze, and puffy white clouds that interdicted the sun occasionally. Although none of the LA was at our tables when the first of us arrived, Rachel surprised us by being there before us.

“Hey, Girl,” greeted Gracey. “Thanks for saving us a couple of tables,” she stated, then grinned at Rachel, who gave the grin back. “How are you here so early today?”

“I had a meeting with my counselor, and we finished a bit early, so here I am. I ... I have a proposal for the LA. It doesn’t require any ... official action, I just happened to think of something in 2^nd Bell and I decided to bring it to you.”

“Curious. If you don’t need the whole LA, I assume you don’t need a vote. Yes?”

“I wouldn’t think so, but it’s actually two ... slightly different things.”

As I was sitting, Rache’s Seamus came by, touched her right shoulder lightly, then asked, “May I sit here for just a couple of minutes? I wanted to check in with you about something.”

“Sure. If you sit next to me, I’ll even hold your hand for a few seconds.” Once he sat on her right, she whispered to him, but loud enough for some of us to hear, “I’ve gotten a lot of good thinking in, recently, and I’ve figured out a few things. However, I haven’t done anything about what you wanted me to work on. While I’ve been with the girls for almost two weeks and have seen the masculine one of them naked many times, I’ve not done anything with him except hug him. I hope you’re really okay with that because that’s how it’s going to be for a while.”

“Are you comfortable? Are you happy? Those are the most important things.”

“I’m sort of both. I’ve had good times and not-quite-good times, but I’m learning a lot about myself. I’ll be spending all the rest of April with them and, probably, most or all of May. Seamus, I didn’t realize how much ... I’ve been ... sublimating.”

“That doesn’t sound good.”

She frowned, then responded, “It’s not bad, and mostly doesn’t deal with you ... at least, directly. The main thing I’ve realized is that I’ve been keeping my old and new friends at arm’s length to spend most of my free time with you. I ... I need to ... get a better balance, as I really shouldn’t invest all my life in you. I need to have time with my friends for me. You’d be welcome occasionally, but I really need to reconnect with the old gang and I really want to get to know my ... new gang a lot better. This is going to take some time. I won’t be able to see you a lot, but I do want to see you occasionally and have some alone time with you ... so we can talk about stuff that we’ve ... avoided or ... didn’t deal with well or thoroughly.”

He stared into her eyes for a while, looked around the tables, then returned his gaze to her and nodded.

“That’s good. Swe ... Rache, I truly meant what I told you I’d like you to do. I think I can handle it, but even if I find it difficult, I don’t want to get down the road ten years with you and find you have strong regrets. I’ll be happy to talk with you about anything you feel we need to discuss. I suspect what a few topics might be, one particularly. Thanks, Rache. Give me a call when you want to meet up.”

Seamus stood, touched her right shoulder lightly once, then turned away. Rache looked into her lap and seemed to be fighting off emotions.

When she marshaled control, she looked up to see everyone with us, and quietly told us, “You’ve told me that the ... larger family takes video of ... family happenings. Is that right?” When Meka acknowledged that, she added, “And Matt and Steph wanted one or two photos of the LA, including something like a portrait. Is that right?”

A light bulb obviously went off for Meka as she smacked her right palm off her forehead and said, “You’ve got those ... good cameras. What do you propose?”

Rache breathed once slowly and deeply, then answered, “I’d like ... not to be ... too physically involved, but I really like being with the girls. I don’t know what happens on Wednesdays, but I can guess. As something of a ... compromise, I propose that I be the ... semi-official LA photographer and videographer. I have a good digital SLR and a reasonable digital camcorder. Both are of much better resolution than even the best phone cameras. I was thinking that, by being behind the camera, I can still take part in what you girls do wherever and whatever that is but keep most of the ... sex at arm’s length, at least for a while.”

Kim replied calmly, “If you’ve thought about it and are sure, we’d appreciate you being our official LA photographer. In fact, you should design ... No. You should get Brit to design an official watermark ... or whatever to use as your signature on any and all photos we keep.”

Brit clapped her hands and said, “Oooh! I like it! Do you have time to work on that tonight, Rache?”

When Rache nodded, Kim added, “We want you to have your cameras with you wherever we go. One of the things about the ... orgies we girls have is that if we want to watch it again, at least one of us has to stop taking part. If you’d be comfortable recording ... some crazy stuff, you’re hired. At least, I think none of the girls would reject your offer.”

Meka added, “You’d have to be clothed appropriately for wherever that is, though, Rache, and for some of those situations you’d have to be naked.”

She nodded and responded, “I want that part. I want to learn to be as comfortable as you are. I’ve made progress, and I want to make a lot more. I want to get to where everyone else is, in that you don’t even think about being nude in the J. Hell, you don’t even care if you’re naked at Armoire, taking into account the limits you’ve placed on your ... seduction of Katherine. I’ve ... decided to take part fully in everything you do, if you’ll allow me, but without ... at least for now ... playing any kind of ... starring role in the sex or sexy aspects.”

Katie said, “I noticed you didn’t tell Seamus about any of that,” taking out any sting that Rache might have assumed by grinning at her.

“And I won’t tell him. That’s LA business and he’s not a member, not even...” [she grinned around] ... the official LA photographer.”

We discussed Rache’s offer among us for a few minutes, then Meka told her that we accepted.

She answered, “Good. I also have an idea about the quote-unquote LA portrait for the Jacobses.”

When she explained it, most of us grinned at her as we accepted her plan.

“And I have a thought about the ... fun photo for them. I’ll go ... to my parents’ house right after school and get my cameras and photo printer and, if you’d want, we can work on that one tonight at home.”

Katie asked, “Did you do that on purpose?” When Rache furrowed her brow at her, Katie elaborated, “You called the house you’ve lived in for most of your life your ‘parents’ house’ but called the J ‘home.’”

“Well, I meant the ‘home’ mostly for you, but I am...” She breathed deeply, then finished, “I am becoming comfortable there, even happy. I still have times that I wonder what I’m doing, but, for the most part, I’m coming to like being there.”

Rache got a bunch of pats on the back and arms from those that could reach her, and happy smiles from everyone, but then Meka asked, “What can we do for you this fine day, Ms. Escobar?”

“It is a fine day. Isn’t it? I’m afraid that I need to borrow Brit for a while. Have you eaten, Brit?” When Brit nodded, Ms. Escobar said, “Please come with me to the office. A couple of women need to talk with you.” When most of us took on concerned facial expressions, she added, “I assure you, Brit, that neither you nor any of your tablemates here are in any kind of trouble. And if I have been misled, I assure you that I will rain fire down on some high-placed heads.”

As Brit stood and gathered her stuff, Rhee said, “I’ll take notes for you in 5^th Bell if you don’t make it.”

Ms. Escobar beat Brit to respond, “Thank you, Rhee, and please tell Ms. Boregos that Brit will be in the office for a little while.”

Rhee asked, “Do you really know who each of us is?”

“Of course. It’s part of my duty, as the vice-principal is in charge of all things student.” She put her right hand by the left side of her mouth and added in a fake aside, “I hope they don’t move me upward for a while, as I’m not sure I’d want to be in charge of all things physical plant as well as external. I mostly enjoy dealing with the students, particularly with those at this table, as you don’t make me work very hard, and I appreciate that ... Meka, Kim, Katie, Rachel, Beth, Liya, Gracey, Heather, Brett, Cera, Char, and Lana.” When our eyes rounded, she finished with, “I’m fairly good at my job, thank you. Hopefully, we can return Brit to her 5th Bell class expeditiously.”

After she and Brit were out of sight, Liya said, “I think I like her. She’s been nothing but pleasant with us in the ... three times we’ve had any dealings with her.”

Kim chuckled and said, “Many of the students would think you’re an alien for saying that.”

Liya raised her hands palm up by her shoulders, her elbows at her waist, and responded, “All you have to do to keep her off your back is follow the rules, pay attention in class, and do the work. What’s so difficult about that?”

When we all began chuckling, Liya sent that gorgeous smile around the tables.

On the way home, Brit said, “ADA Raleigh was one of the women. The other was my mom.”

She clenched her jaw to retain composure, then added, “My mother just kept apologizing while she was ... crying. Ms. Raleigh gave her a bit of time to gather herself while she explained Mom’s situation. She’s not being charged, but that she’s suf ... suff...”

There had already been no space between Cera and Brit before she broke down, but Cera ensured that there would not be any until we exited the Sprinter at home. We were very close to home by the time Brit had regained control, so we had her hold off the rest of the story until we were settled. To Brit, that meant sitting in bed naked.

“Mom suffered horribly at the hands of those bastards and she’s going to need ... a lot of counseling. She told me that Mom had told her that she’d be willing to sign over her rights to the right person or people. I told Mom that she was still my mom and that all she had to do was sign paperwork that Ms. Khatri would prepare. I’m going to skip practice so I...”

“I’m staying with you,” Cera stated quietly, but definitively.

“Thanks. I could use your help ... my love.”

With that, Cera smashed her mouth against Brit’s and the two kissed passionately for a minute, then separated.

“I need to talk to Charlie and Sandy when they get home, and then, Cera, if we can get a ride, could we spend the night at your house?”

“Of course. I’ll call Mom.”

“Wait. I’ve been thinking that we should spend at least a night a week with your parents. I know they’d like to see more of you, as would Keenan [Cera’s older stepbrother]. Of course, we should do that only on nights that we know Brett and Lana won’t be at the J and on nights on which neither of us is scheduled to stay with them at their house. I find that I can’t be completely selfless by not worrying about missing time with Brett.”

There was some chuckling.

After the post-dinner kitchen cleanup, Rache took charge in our bedroom to take the fun photo for the Jacobses.

“Meka, I want you in the middle against the back wall headboard with your legs extended and slightly spread.” When some of the girls made woo-woo noises, Rache smiled and said, “What? Are you reverting to elementary school?” She looked around at us with shining eyes, then continued, “All the rest of you, except for Brett, Heather, and Lana, I want in semi-circles on either side of Meka, and jammed as tightly shoulder to shoulder as you can, also with your legs extended, in whatever order you want, but make the two sides as even as possible and leave enough room for Brett, Heather, and Lana in the middle. Oh, and your legs should be aimed sort of toward me, so your various bare pussies are visible.”

“Oh. We’re giving Mom and Dad an even more ... salacious photo?”

Rache grinned at Brett, then asked, “That’s okay. Isn’t it?”

“I doubt I have any choice any longer, so, yes, that’s okay.”

Kim said, “You seem to be getting kinkier than I’ve ever known you to be, Rache.”

“What do you expect? You make me live here naked most of the time, with a hunky guy with a pretty cock that’s hard most of the time, and you frequently have sex with him and each other in my presence. Tell me. What do you expect?” She grinned at Kim, then added, “I’m ... enjoying the ... titillation, but that doesn’t mean I want to take part in the sex. At least, not ... yet, if I do at all.”

Once we were arranged in the semi-circle starting from Rhee on the east side through Andy, Katie, Cera, and Gracey, then Meka in the middle and going back out on the west side beginning with Char, Brit, Celeste, Liya, Kim, and me, Rache stated, “Okay. Brett, I want you on your back with your head in Meka’s lap. Face up, please.”

There was much snickering and chuckling and Rache grinned at him.

“Rache,” I said, “you’re so fun. You’re ... incredibly cute and sexy when you’re having fun like this. I also have a suspicion about where Heather and Lana will be and if I’m right, it’ll be obvious that you’re enjoying being around the sexy face of the LA.”

She grinned with sparkling eyes at me, then gave me the finger-on-the-lips sign.

“Now that Brett’s in place, I’ll let you know that I’ll take two versions of this photo and you can decide which to give Steph and Matt. Heather, Lana, you can decide among yourselves, or work on it together, but we need Brett at max extension.”

Various exclamations at various decibel levels filled the air as it became obvious to all the sort of photo Rache had in mind. Meanwhile, our two sexpots began taking turns sucking on Brett and sitting on his face in Meka’s lap. The latter position had the subsidiary benefit to the occupant of being able to kiss Meka while Brett licked her pussy.

After a bit more than five minutes of the two girls switching every half-minute or so, Brett grunted, “I’m close!”

“Lana, Heather, lie on either side of Brett on your sides facing him with your faces on either side of his ... lovely, hard cock.”

Heather’s “Fuckin’ A” was not at all quiet.

When the girls were in position, Rache said, “Brett, you need to scoot up Meka’s body a little bit. I don’t want your face disappearing behind Lana’s and Heather’s heads.”

I thought about what she had just said, and my eyes rounded as I thought, “Oh, my.”

On the other side of the huge mattress, Rache stood and lined up the photo in her lens looking down at us at about a 30-degree angle.

After she took three photos from there, she said, “Fluff him a little, as he’s not quite as hard as he was.” With Lana’s mouth working the head of Brett’s cock, Rache said, “Brett, you are a freaking hunk, and ... I ... like ... your cock.”

Brett almost shouted, “Close! Very close!”

Lana pulled off, settled back down onto her left side, and put her face within a few inches of Brett’s rampant penis. Rache laid on her front aiming the camera right up the slot of Brett’s legs and took about a dozen photos.

When she sat up, she exclaimed, “God, this is fun! I’m going to enjoy being the LA photographer! Freakin’ hell, that turned me on.”

Heather responded, “Since you’re already down there, feel free to keep taking pictures, but you’ll want a higher shutter speed.”

With that, from Brett’s left side, she lowered her face to his cockhead, then said, “Brett, call out when you get close.”

“Oh, goddess,” exclaimed Lana. “What’s the archive going to look like with our own photographer?”

Rache did not miss a beat. She traded between landscape and portrait and was ready when Brett called out and Heather pulled off and jacked his cock as he came, shooting semen well up into the air, perhaps three feet or so.

“Holy fuck,” shouted Rhee.

Most of the ejaculate landed on Brett and Lana, with the latter quickly stretching out on Brett and kissing him hard, and more than one of the girls had a hand or two between her legs.

After a few minutes, Rache asked, “Does anyone want to chimp with me?”

Rhee asked, “What? Chimp? What’s that?”

“That’s scrolling through the photos and periodically saying, ‘Ooh. Ooh-ooh.’”

I shook my head and snickered quietly, then said, “I hadn’t heard of that, but I get it.”

“Or,” Rache finished, “we do it modern-like and just hook the camera up to the wall screen. Can we do that, Gracey?”

“Sure. Does your camera have Bluetooth?” When Rache nodded, she added, “We just have to get you through the firewall. No biggie. We can set it up so that in the future, anytime the screen detects your camera, it will connect automatically. Depending upon the setup of your camera, we might be able to get the photos onto the screen as you’re shooting. There would be a delay, as those files ... Are you shooting jpegs or RAW?”

“Jpegs.”

“Oh, then, the photos could come up on the screen pretty quickly.”

A recovered Brett commented, “We love our tech girls.”

It took them a while to get everything sorted out, introducing the camera to the screen, and putting the shots on the screen. We oohed and aahed over the photos, then had the discussion about which photo to print for Matt and Steph. Lana wanted to give her the photo taken from low, as Brett’s rampant penis was exceedingly obvious in that one; it was somewhat less obvious in the high-altitude photo.

Brett responded, “I’m just not comfortable giving them that one, Lana. I just can’t do it.”

Lana climbed into his lap, kissed him, and responded, “Okay. I’m fine with that. I think Steph would like it, though. Hey! How big’s your printer Rache?”

“Twelve by eight is the largest. Obviously, if it weren’t a ... pornographic photo, we could take the file to almost any business-supply store and print it in a larger format, but...”

“Shoot. I know we couldn’t put it on our wall, anyway, but I wish we could do stuff like that. This being a minor sometimes sucks. I really like that photo where Heather’s sucking him and her cheek is sort of indented. I’d love to put that one on our wall here and our wall in Brett’s room. Oh, well.”

Liya said in her business voice, “Anytime we put photos of ... prurient interest on the screen, they must come off the screen and onto the archive no later than the next morning. Everyone, this is really important. With seven adults living here, currently, this is really important.”