Chapter 193

April 27, 2018 (Friday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

Meka drove Gracey and Liya to the Jacobs residence after all others had departed the W. The three stayed with Brett and Lana and I wonder how that went. I suspect that we will hear at least something about it at lunch today. Meanwhile, breakfast was a bit tamer than usual. I finally tried Gracey and Meka’s favorite oatmeal combo and, wow, that was good. Rache was a tiny bit more comfortable being naked with us at the table, but she is obviously very into her LA job.

“Are you going ... Let me start over. Is the LA going to want photos from the Jacobs house?”

That threw me for a loop, as, somehow, that had not crossed my mind.

Heather responded, “It’ll be tight enough in that bed with five, much less six.”

“I thought about that. I suspect that, since you were so happy to add a third ... to the visiting girls that you wouldn’t want me to replace one of the three, and I’m nowhere near ready to partake in ... orgiastic sex. Is there enough floor space for a blow-up pad?”

Katie looked doubtful, but said, “Maybe. I guess if the bed got shoved to the outside wall, there’d be enough floor space.”

“I brought it up just to get you girls thinking about it. We could discuss it ... in the Sprinter tomorrow morning. Who has tonight?”

Heather replied, “Rhee, Brit, and Andy.”

“I’ve also now got a couple of ideas for the quote-unquote formal LA portrait. I think I could get a photo in which the entire LA is nude, but no naughty bits show. At least, one of my ideas could work if among you there are enough of Coach’s game balls.”

“Oh, we’ve got plenty of those,” answered Rhee. “I must have... 12 or so, Beth’s got quite a few and Meka and Heather each have ... a couple. Were you thinking you could use those as naughty-bit blockers?”

“Yes, along with some full-size balls. Since everyone in the LA ... except Celeste ... has a direct connection to soccer teams, it seemed to me a good theme for the photo.” There was a lot of murmuring and quiet discussion until Rache added, “Could we practice tomorrow for what I’ve envisioned?”

“Sure,” replied Liya. “If we ... practiced after getting home from Armoire, we’d have everyone, at least for a little while. Celeste and Katie are both working tomorrow afternoon. Considering that we’d have Brett and Civia and Maren, we couldn’t do an ... undress rehearsal. I assume you have some way that the two young girls and Brett can both be in the photo without our boy and our young girls seeing each other naked. Yes?”

“I think so. Brett will follow directions not to look at them. Won’t he?”

“Oh, yes. He’s very good at that. Okay. Photo practice after lunch. Do you have ... You must have preferred lighting. Right? Evening or morning or something?”

“That will be important, and I’m going to be paying attention to that tonight and tomorrow. Early morning might be best, but you’d have to overnight in paint if that were to work. It has to be evening.”

Brit suddenly interjected, “Oh! Could I do nails and/or body paint for that?”

Rache’s eyes went huge and she exclaimed, “Oh! Maybe that’s how we could work around the nudity. Brit, let’s talk about that this evening. Oh! That’s how we could make it formal! Although that would be a lot of painting.”

“No,” Brit responded. “We don’t need ... None of us are all that formal, so we could just ... Yeah! We could paint only partial formal outfits. You know, like a button-down shirt that’s unbuttoned, leaving a vertical unpainted stripe down the center of the torso. That would give us ... cleavage ... for those with boobs, and that would be fine. Oh, Rache, that’s such a great idea! I’m so glad you’re here with us.” When she furrowed her brow, we waited, and she said, “We couldn’t get away with that at school. Darn. I was hoping I could kill two birds at once, but parts of that could still work. I’ll think about it.”

Brit turned to Cera and asked, “I’ll need a lot of help, and ... we’ll probably need a second artist. Would you be interested?”

Cera shook her head and said, “Lana. She’s the only one of us actually in an art class. I’ll bet she’d be willing.”

Brit stepped over behind Cera’s chair and threw her arms around her from behind and said, “Goddess, meeting you just keeps getting more and more important to me. Cera, I know we don’t have anywhere near the alone time for the two of us that we’d casually talked about last fall. Is...”

“No, Brit. This, what we have here, both us, you and me, and us, all whatever number of us it is, now, is more than I could have asked for, but I don’t want to give up either ‘us.’”

The two kissed very aggressively for a couple of minutes, then pulled apart, immediately after which, Brit said, “I’ll need to do some serious shopping for this. I need two sprayers and a lot of paint. If Rache and I can get together after practice ... Oh, it’s a short practice. Rache and I will get together after practice ... if we can be excused from cooking detail.”

“Absolutely,” responded Celeste.

“Thanks, Love. Oh, we’ll need Lana this evening. Could they stay for dinner ... I know. I’ll ask Lana at school and we’ll figure something out. I guess we could cut the Armoire trip short and shop then, but I’d like to get that out of the way tonight so we can have more time tomorrow to brainstorm.”

“All right, folks,” I cut in. “Someone please text Brett or Lana and ask them all to get to school about ... ten minutes earlier today and have them meet us at the outside lunch tables. We’ll have Civia and Maren all afternoon and evening after practice. I guess they’re going to get a ... little more introduction to the ... sexual part of the LA, although please let’s keep sex out of it and ... keep Brett and the two young girls modest in front of each other. If we must, I think it will be okay for the rest of us to be naked or nearly so in front of all three of them, but they should not be. I really don’t want to have to tell Kalina and Emma that we made their girls naked in front of a naked Brett.”

Rache answered that point, “That won’t be necessary, so long as those three can follow directions precisely. Also, it might not matter all that much if the ... naughty bits are all painted on the young girls. Obviously, that won’t work with Brett. He’ll have to be in a brief or trunk or something, and Brit would have to paint it. Would we need to get something for him at Armoire tomorrow that you can paint, Brit?”

Heather replied, “Yes, and I know precisely what we’ll get, assuming that they’re still in stock there. You wouldn’t have seen it, Rache, as we’re in the midst of the second panty change since the trunks we got him first, and which he really liked. I presume that you’d prefer a solid, pale color to allow Brit to paint whatever color you want.”

Rache began to answer, then obviously thought of something else and exclaimed, “Ouch. Lots to think about.”

Brit cut in with, “Yes, on the pale, solid-colored panty or trunk ... even white. Something like cream or a light buff might be best, even a paler gray would work, but I should be able to make anything similar work. Oh, goddess, this is so exciting! Oh! Hell! You and me, Girl. Let’s do this and, perhaps, we can occasionally do similar things in the future. Goddess, this is gonna be so freaking fun!”

I could not keep a goofy grin off my face at Brit ... nor keep the quiet squeal behind my lips.

Kim nudged me and whispered, “I heard that. You’re happy for Brit. Right?”

I nodded at her and whispered back, “She hasn’t been this ... excited Brit since that day ... until this morning.” I looked past Kim at the clock, then said, “But, we’ve got to get rolling if we’re going to be ten minutes early.”

On the way to school, Brit remembered that it was her night at the Jacobs house.

“I can’t believe I forgot about that when I’ve been looking forward to it. Should I trade with someone?”

Since Kim was driving this morning, Meka was sitting right behind Brit and responded, “No. All you need to do tonight is go shopping for materials and equipment. If Lana and Brett need to be home for dinner, we can drop them off. If they don’t, they can go with us.” She reached up and put a hand on Brit’s shoulder and stated, “You’re really excited about this. I’m glad to see it.”

Brett showered upstairs and we girls nearly ran through our shower. We had given the young girls a very gross outline of the photo plan in the short drive from the practice pitch to the J. Although it should not have surprised me, it did when the two were very excited about taking part. They truly wanted to be a larger part of the LA.

Brit said to Maren, “For the photo, I’m going to be painting the ... naughty bits, and it would be easier on me and you if you had no hair there. May we introduce you to our depilatory? It’s how we keep hairless and smooth. Since we wear very skimpy clothing quite a bit, removing the hair is quicker and easier than trimming and shaping.”

“But I’ve had this for only a little while and I was... [she went red] ... so looking forward to having it.”

“If you want to let it grow back out, that’s not a problem. I don’t see needing to paint your ... private parts all that frequently. You can also wait until tomorrow, as we won’t be practicing until tomorrow afternoon.”

Maren grinned at Brit, then agreed to that. Since Brett and Lana did not have to have dinner with Brett’s parents, we grabbed quick Chinese where we had a quiet conversation.

I asked Brit, “Do you know what ... your mom is doing about her work?”

She frowned, choked up a bit, then replied, “I didn’t tell you that, I guess. While she’s not traveling, she’s still filling orders. I ... guess I should call her.” Her face went very sad, she looked around, then lowered her head and voice and stated quietly, “I don’t know how to deal with ... all of this. You know she’s got an apartment, but she’s got too much stock for it so it’s ... still in that house’s basement. I don’t know how she has the strength to go back in there. Fuck! If it were me, I couldn’t do it, after what those fucking assholes did to her.”

Meka said, “Beth, do you think your parents would be okay with ... putting up her mom in the A? The interior wall is still up between the W and the A, and the A doesn’t have a view of the deck. I know they were holding it in case something came up. I think that’s happened.”

Brit stood abruptly, which action kicked her chair out from behind her and it skittered into the chairs at the next table over. She ignored that, walked around to Meka, pulled her from her chair, and hugged her hard. I was already on the phone with Mom. I explained the situation, and she agreed immediately.

“That poor woman. That’s one of the reasons we wanted that house and kept the interior wall up: Who knows when someone suddenly needs a place to live? She probably can’t get out of her lease, but we don’t need rent from her, so she won’t have to pay extra. That house could certainly house all her stock. Will you be seeing her tonight?”

I asked Brit to call her mom, who agreed that we could visit, so we changed our plans. I was afraid of what we would need to do, and I was right that we had to accept her profound and extensive thanks for keeping Brit safe, and, of course, we accepted her thanks with equanimity.

When Brit’s mom offered to give Brit whatever she wanted, Brit responded, “No, Mom. This will be for all of us, and we’re paying for it. We don’t have the cash with us, but we can get it to you soon, probably when ... we help you move. Beth’s parents own the house next door to theirs and it’s empty and there’s more than enough space for all your stock. They’ve offered it to you rent-free so you don’t have to go back to that fucking house. Please come live there. I’m only two houses away and we could see each other much more frequently.”

They bickered for a while, but Tina eventually agreed. We offered to help move her on Sunday, including going to “that fucking house” to move her stock. Fortunately, Tina has everything Brit needs, including multiple sprayer types, as well as brushes and sponges for applying body paint. While Brit convinced her mom that we were paying for the stuff, she couldn’t convince her not to give us a “family discount.” Since we’re sort of family with Brit and since the discount was less than ten percent, I didn’t think that too onerous for her, but what do I know? Tina eventually handed a copy of the bill that Brit insisted her mom make up for us, and then we checked it against the sizable pile of stuff we were taking.

As we were driving away, Brit just about lost it.

“I love you guys so much. Because I was with you, you saved me from being sold into sex slavery. Because I’m with you, my mom will have a much better living and working situation. C-could w-we invite her to a meal occasionally?”

Many of us stepped on each other with positive replies to Brit’s request.

She choked up for a bit and a few tears escaped her eyes, but she managed ... mostly to retain control of her emotions, and we were gentle with her ... until she said she was going to have to spend a bunch of this weekend cleaning the A so her mom could move in.

“No, Brit,” Heather exclaimed somewhat loudly. “We’re helping.”

Even Civia chimed in against Brit doing it herself during the resultant hullaballoo that took us to the Jacobs house.

Through tears while still in the Sprinter, Brit finally said, “Goddess, I love you girls. Even when parts of my life are ... in the crapper, you love me and help me get through it. I’m as committed as I can be to you. I’m following you everywhere.”

Once Brit had settled, all of us trooped in the house, with Lana shouting, “Mom, Dad, we’re home, and we have lots and lots of company!”

“Bring everyone to the family room,” drifted from the front of the house in Steph’s voice. When we arrived, she said, “Wow. This is ‘lots and lots of company.’ Civia, Maren, welcome to our home. We’re so glad you could visit.”

“Thanks, Steph. Maren and I are going to be more involved with the LA, so you might see us here occasionally.” When Steph’s eyes flashed and she turned her head to look at me, with a somewhat red face, Civia said, “We ... Maren and I know about the ... sex, although we’re not part of that. Maren and I are ... impressed that you two were willing to ... sanction what you have here. I know the other girls are sad whenever Brett and Lana need to be here, so it’s ... very nice of you two to allow them to ... spend nights here with those two. Both of your ... children are very important to the LA.”

Before Steph could respond, Maren said, “What Civia said. We each often speak for both of us, but Civia has more time with these girls, so is often the one that deals with LA stuff. I just want to make sure you know that Civia definitely speaks for both of us with what she just said. We’re not ... fully involved with everything the LA does, but we want to be more involved, as we always have the best times with them. However, we’re still working out an ... equilibrium between the ... sexual and non-sexual parts of the LA, but I hope we can socialize here, too.”

Steph and Matt just stared at Maren, until Steph got her proverbial feet under her psyche and responded, “You’re in ... what? Seventh grade?” When Maren nodded, Steph said, “I see why you two are involved with them. You’re both probably ... cast-outs or somewhat ostracized by the other kids in your grade. I think I’ve not met girls as young as you two that could each get out what you said using words I’d guess most of your ... classmates don’t know. ‘Sanction?’ ‘Equilibrium?’ Amazing. Matt and I will endeavor not to underestimate your intelligence or vocabulary and, like all the rest of the ... LA, you’re both welcome here anytime.” She turned her head, then said, “It’s nice to see you again, Rachel. How are you doing?”

“I’m ... getting better. I understand the ... LA better, although I still have a way to go. Thanks, again, for chatting about your sister’s ... story. That truly helped me, and because I was ... stressing less about that, I’ve been able to devote more of my quality thinking time on these crazy girls. I’ve also gotten to know Civia and Maren a lot better, and my reaction has been something like yours just was: Surprise at their ... maturity and ... flexible minds. I still easily remember being their ages, and I very much doubt that I could have dealt with the situation they’re in, with their best friends all being older to much older than them – including four high-school seniors and two college juniors – and all of them being ... sexually involved ... with each other. They were surprised by the girls explaining things to them, but a little concerned that they might not fit with the girls as easily anymore. However, you’ve just seen what they decided their reaction was, to get closer to the other girls, spend more time with the other girls, and ... just look the other way when it comes to the sex aspect of the group. Oh, they’ll not be present if the sexual aspect is happening, but they’re not shying away from it when it comes up in conversation. I thought we five seniors had it together when we were 14 and 15, but I doubt we could have handled the LA.”

“I understand what you say and agree with you. If I may change the topic, are you still to be the ... group photographer for the promised portrait?”

Rache grinned at Steph, then answered, “Yes. In fact, we’ve just arrived from purchasing ... supplies for the formal portrait ... for which we now have a plan. We’ll be doing a dry run of it this weekend in order to see how the plan works and what we’ll need to alter as far as timing and how much time it takes. I won’t tell you more, as we want this to be a surprise to both of you ... and to some of the other parents. The only ... important constraint we still have is being able to print the photo in a format larger than my photo printer can handle.”

Matt spoke up immediately, “You could use our printer at work. I assume you’re going for high-res. Yes?” When Rache nodded, he added, “We’ve got a printer that can handle 36 inches on the long axis.”

“You do? Oh, umm, how could we use it, as ... while the photo will not be ... prurient, I’m pretty sure the girls would not care to have just anyone see it.”

“Not a problem. We could go in after hours. I’d have to be there and probably have to familiarize you with the program, but if you wanted to keep it under wraps until you presented it, I wouldn’t have to be right with you as you manipulated the image on the screen and then printed it. I can easily fill whatever time you need with work for work.”

“May I hug you?”

He responded by smiling, standing, and opening his arms.

She hugged him for at least 30 seconds and when she backed away, said, “I find it so hard to believe that so many of these girls have parents that support them in their crazy endeavor. I don’t need to know why you two do, but I know that the girls are very, very appreciative of your support. I was so afraid that I’d have to print the photo at the max dimensions of my printer – 12x8, and that would just not do it justice.”

Steph responded, “Thank you for offering to be the photographer. I will say that the ... photo you already gave us is hanging in our bedroom and has ... affected us a lot and often. Thanks, so much, for that.”

Matt said, “From the duffels, I assume we’re getting Rhee, Andy, and Brit. Yes?” When various of us nodded, he added, “Steph and I are very much enjoying getting to know our children’s ... wives better. Thanks for putting up with us keeping Brett and Lana with us more than you’d prefer.” When some of us tried to argue, he held up his hand and responded, “No. You know and we know that all of you would prefer to live in the J together for as long as you girls are in school. You also know why we insist on our children being here much of the time. I suspect that we’ll be willing to give them up for some longer stretches this summer, at least in June. However, that will be balanced somewhat by Ginny and Dennis returning in July and I know they’ll want to spend some time with their daughter. Also, we still know or can anticipate very few details of their residency in this house, what the long-term plan for their housing is, or how or if the solutions to those questions will impact the LA. We two sets of parents will probably be hashing out some things for a while, and some aspects may not be certain until August or September. Please bear with us as Steph and I are being circumspect about the future, primarily because there are so many things we don’t know about that future.”

April 28, 2018 (Saturday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

We left the younger girls at the J, picked up our members from the Jacobs house, and pulled up to the Armoire back door shortly before 7:30. Right before Brett would have knocked on the door, it began opening and we saw Katherine’s smiling face. Once we were in the staff room, Katherine and Brett did their usual de-clothing tasks after which we all got our arrival hugs.

“First,” Katherine stated, “I’ve got five copies of the new panty for Brett, all in modal and all in bright colors.”

“Thanks,” I responded. “You’re a gem.”

When Katherine turned to Heather, Liya interrupted her, saying, “This morning will be a little different, as we’re trying to get materials to set up for a... ‘formal’ [air quotes] portrait of the entire Las Amadas. However, some of the items we’ll be trying on solely so we can get photos of them on the ... person and which Brit will paint on our bodies with reference to the photos. However, Heather does have one purchase request for our guy.”

“What does your guy need today?”

“One of the trunks we bought a bunch of, but in a solid, dull color. We don’t want to use one of the ones we’ve already got, because Brit will be painting it entirely. Actually, we’ll need two ... no, let’s make that three of them.”

“Oh. This ... portrait sounds like it might be fun.”

Brit replied, “We hope so, but we’re not sure it’s going to work, so we’re doing a ... wet run this weekend. We’ll use water-based body paint for the practice session, but latex paint for the actual portrait.”

I jumped in with, “Katherine, we considered inviting you to the practice session, but there are two LA members you’ve not met, and you haven’t because they’re not part of the ... sexual portion of the LA. We will introduce you to them and vice-versa, but probably not until the summer.”

“I assume there’s a particular reason they’re not ... sexual.”

I nodded and replied, “They’re 12 and 13, respectively.”

“Oh, well, that’s a good reason. I assume they ... fit with you despite their age and not being sexual.”

“They do. One of them, the younger one, was the sixth member of ... us, and she joined us when she was 11.”

“Wow! She must be ... special.”

“She is, and the Go5 loves her as a sister.”

“I’ll be looking forward to meeting her, as she sounds like someone I’d like to know.” She looked around, then asked Liya, “Do you have a list of what you need?” When Liya nodded, she added, “Why don’t you come with me to the floor and we’ll gather items.”

“Many of the items we need are relatively nice button-down shirts. Because we won’t be ... wearing them buttoned up or ... at all for a couple of us, they don’t have to be exact fits. In fact, they should be loose rather than tight. And having guys’ shirts for a couple of us would make it even more interesting.”

“Are you trying to have something like a ... treasure hunt or a quiz on what’s wrong with this picture sort of thing?”

Liya stared up at Katherine for a few moments, then told her, “You’re a true treasure. That’s exactly what we’re doing. In fact, we’re trying very hard to make this the most informal of formal portraits that we can manage and still be ... PC, sort of. Oh, and most clothing must be white or black, as we’re going with men’s formal.”

“You girls are simply incredible. I’d really like to see the photo, whether of the practice session or the real one. That’s so funny and very witty. Who came up with it?”

“The core of the idea was Rache’s, and then she suddenly had a brainstorm about using body paint rather than actual clothing. She knew Brit does that, and the two of them just took off at breakfast yesterday. They got us to the point of having the general plan down and various of us added touches to the plan on the way to school, with all those touches making the portrait more and more irreverent. Brit has warned us that it might take too long or not really work, but most of us are really sold on the plan. Then, last night we were offered access to a professional printer, so we’ll be able to print the photo at a size much larger than 12x8.”

“Does anyone in your group frame, or do you need a framer?”

Rache responded, “That was the other problem point. Do you know someone that we can trust?”

“Yes. That’s why I asked. He’s an ... ex-lover, but we’re on ... surprisingly good terms. He’s very discreet. While he’s pricey, he’s highly skilled and worth the price.”

“Is there any chance you have a card for him?”

“Yes. At the counter. A surprising number of customers want high-quality photos of them in their ... outfits, so I have cards for both a photographer and this framer, Garvey.”

Rache stared at Katherine for a few moments, then said, “The girls are right about you. It’s definitely worth their while to shop here for all the ... added features you provide, and that’s over and above the ... clothing selection.”

“Thanks. I think the ... variety of clothing we provide that someone can walk in and try on, as well as the ... diversity of clothing is critical in this day and age of people shopping for... ‘interesting’ [air quotes] clothing in relative privacy online. Bricks-and-mortar clothing stores are closing their doors left and right, even some large ... plain-vanilla chains. To survive in this business, much less succeed, requires being very different or very good or both.”

Meka responded, “And we know that you’re both. Katherine, thank you for ... being who you are and owning the store you own. Although we’ll be taking a break from visiting here ... for shopping for a while, we thoroughly enjoy every visit here, and that’s nearly all due to you.”

“Thanks, Meka. I treasure your words.”

Katherine and Liya headed to the floor with Liya’s list on her phone.

“Hey,” said Heather. “We’ll be waiting quite a while for their return. How ‘bout if we get everyone more fellatio practice while we’re waiting? I mean, we have this lovely, hard cock here that’s not doing anything right now.”

Lana squeaked, then responded, “I love how you think, Girl! How about if we go by reverse birthday order? And, say, 45 seconds a turn?”

I asked, “Brett?”

He furrowed his brow, looked at me, then said, “It’s female choice. Why are you asking me? Also, I can imagine very few times that I’d even consider not allowing my wives to sex me up however they want. Besides, as Heather said, I seem to have this erection that’s doing nothing at all.”

There was some snickering and chuckling, and then Kim stepped to Brett, who held up a hand. He climbed onto the table, lay on his back with his knees bending over the table’s edge.

Kim waited to see what he would do, and when she saw, she grabbed one of the sort-of bar chairs, pulled it to between his legs, sat on it, then said, “Does someone have a timer?”

“I got it,” I replied, pulled out my phone, set up the timer, and started it as I said, “Go.”

When he got close during Brit’s turn (the 7^th turn), we gave him a three-minute break. It was Gracey’s turn (the 10^th turn) when Liya and Katherine returned, with the latter taking in a sudden, loud breath of air.

“I absolutely love that you’re willing to do things like that in front of me.”

Kim responded, “We thought you’d be much longer, not that we’d have tried to hide this, anyway. It’s not something you haven’t seen before. We didn’t have anything else interesting to do, so we’re getting the ... less experienced girls more practice, although the rest of us are taking turns, too. We’re very serious about getting his stamina up, ‘cause he’s got a lot of girls that want his loving.”

“That’s the truth,” Katherine replied.

She was still watching when the timer went off. When it did, Lana squeaked, then took Gracey’s place. I reset the timer and called out to start, which Lana had already. I turned the corners of my mouth up at her.

Liya said, “We came back to drop some stuff off, but mainly for clarification on the shirt for Rhee. What tone of gray do you want, Rhee?”

“I’m not picky, but whatever you and Katherine think will look most striking against the fuchsia panty you’re going to find me. Remember, the panty should be tight enough that it should be obviously stretching when it’s on me. Brit wants to be able to paint in the parts that are stretched nearly to the end of their lives. Oh, and Katherine, we’re buying that one, considering I’ll be stretching it out.”