Chapter 215

June 3, 2018 (Sunday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

We picked up Rhee, Gracey, and Brit – as well as Brett and Lana – at the Jacobs house, then went to Katherine’s. Once the young girls greeted Katherine, they went to hang out in the gazebo while the rest of us went inside. The LA members inside all got hugs and kisses with Katherine after which Meka grabbed the floor.

“Because this week we’re relaxing the rules for you two again, we’re going to stay to watch until ... first orgasms. The change this week is that Brett may be seated for your sexy-time.”

I think Brett did not intend to sit, that he happened to step back in surprise, but he was already so close to her couch that he fell onto it. Katherine wasted no time in stripping to her G-string, and then gingerly straddled his lap, carefully pressed her crotch against his cock, then went to town on his mouth.

Neither had cum by the 10-minute mark when Katherine, who seemed to be trying to string this out as long as possible, and I did not blame her, ordered, “Kaira sit on the couch next to Brett with as much of your left side in contact with his right side as possible.”

Kaira replied, “Yes, Katherine.”

When Kaira was situated, Katherine told her, “I’m going to kiss you occasionally and will also occasionally fondle one of your breasts. Tell me honestly what you think about what I ordered you to do and what I’ve just told you that I would do.”

Kaira’s face flushed as she answered, “It ... feels ... nice with ... my side and ... Brett’s touching. I don’t know what to ... think about the other stuff because I’ve not done that before and I don’t know ... how to kiss, not like ... sexy kissing.”

“Then Brett and I will start teaching you, and right now. I’m going to put my mouth on yours. Try to copy what I do. Brett, you need to play with my breasts.”

Katherine was probably in seventh Heaven, what with moving her covered pussy on Brett’s cock, having Brett playing with her breasts, and teaching Kaira how to kiss.

After about five minutes of kissing Kaira, Katherine told her, “Now, kiss Brett like you were kissing me, and I’m going to play with your pretty breasts while you do that.”

This was getting a lot hotter and included Kaira a lot more than I expected. And then it got even more surprising. I do not know how she managed it, and I will want to figure it out at home, but Katherine managed to keep moving her pussy on Brett’s cock while Brett kissed Kaira, as well as Katherine getting her mouth on Kaira’s boobs, which was enabled because Kaira was turned partly toward Brett to kiss him, and getting her hand between Kaira’s legs.

I was amazed when Kaira began panting, but she pulled away from Brett’s face and asked, “What ... What is this? What am I feeling?”

“Kaira, return to kissing Brett, now, and just enjoy what you’re feeling.”

She obeyed with surprising alacrity, and Katherine had her panting again rather quickly. When Brett mounted the Stairway, Katherine seemed to understand that, and she responded by moving her pelvis more rapidly, but not in longer movements. She also went further to town on Kaira’s boobs and pussy. She got Kaira to the panting stage again and got her climbing stairs, herself. Brett went up and over first, lifting his pelvis and holding it hard into Katherine while he howled at the moon and cum began jetting from his cockhead. Katherine encouraged Kaira into an orgasm that had her moaning, then concentrated on cumming, herself, slipping over the top while Brett was softly panting, and Kaira was still enjoying aftershocks. I do not know how many photos Rache took, but I pitied her poor right index finger.

I was seriously jonesing, as that was one of the hottest tableaux I have ever seen.

Katherine had collapsed with her forehead against the back of the couch on the respective left and right shoulders of her lovers. None of us said a word and Rache carefully framed a few more shots of the trio.

Lana broke the silence, exclaiming, “Ho-o-o-leee fuck, that was hot.”

Before anyone else could respond, Kaira gave out something of a slurred set of sentences that I interpreted as, “Was that an ... orgasm? That had to have been an orgasm. Was it?”

Liya knelt on the couch next to her, facing her, and answered, “Yes, and it seemed like an incredibly good one.”

“I ... didn’t know. I thought that ... I’d had one before, but ... it was nothing at all like that. Fu-ucck. I guess ... that I didn’t ... have one before. Now, I see. Now, I understand why everyone wants sex. Are they always like that?”

Liya replied, “Sadly, no, but that’s because, I’d guess, for a lot of people, most orgasms are the result of masturbation. Orgasms provided by someone else are generally much better than ... self-caused ones, at least in my experience. You’ve truly never felt anything remotely like that?”

“Not at all. Fuck! I’ve never felt anything like that. Beth! Beth! Keep teaching me. Oh, I need to talk to Charlie and agree to whatever his proposal is. I don’t want to work there ever again if I can work in the compound for the family!”

I had no idea that simply getting Kaira a truly good orgasm would solve so many problems.

Lana told Katherine, “We’ve gotten Brett to where his stamina after he cums is pretty good. Just sayin’, in case that information is relevant.”

Kaira quietly asked me, “Am I staying here while they do whatever?”

“You are, and you’re still under Katherine’s control.”

“Good.”

I stepped away from everyone and began tapping out a text to Sandy and Charlie: “Breakthrough with Kaira; a stunning one was, apparently, first ever orgasm; ready to deal about work, does not want to return to call center; suggest making generous deal with her, then ask if she wants to join you all in Monstrosity; if she’s willing, no intercourse, yet, but a G5GB might do further wonders.”

I returned to the area of the couch and said to Katherine, “Who knew she just needed to get laid? Once again, Katherine, we’re in your debt.”

“No! You’re not! She got her cookies because I wanted to have sex with both of them, and I got a more-than-adequate orgasm out of it. That was among the better sex of my life.”

We left the three of them inside and joined the young girls in and around the gazebo where we talked about a variety of stuff, but Padme could not help but turn the conversation to Kaira.

“How’s Kaira?”

I answered, “She’s ... more than fine. Sorry, but I won’t explain or tell you more. You’re welcome to grill her, yourself.”

She looked at me for a while, nodded, and then asked, “We’re going to Armoire for more clothes for me. Yes?” After I nodded, she stated, “M-Mom was going to get me ... n-new cleats b-b-but...”

Civ and Maren quickly enveloped her as she broke down about her mom. I shook my head in frustration and – for far from the first time – conducted a vicious rant in my head about the conceitedness of so many males thinking the world revolves around them. As long as I have known her, Padme has been happy, even bubbly at times ... at least with the team, and she is probably among the favorite teammates for most of the team. With us in the past week, she has shown that face at times, but it has been obvious quite a lot when her mom becomes the focus of her thoughts.

Celeste hip-checked me, pulling me out of a mental spiral, and I surprised her when I wrapped myself around her in thanks. She knows me well, now, so she simply squeezed me tightly and gently held my head on her right shoulder. I reveled for a half-minute or so, breathed deeply, then lifted my head and gave her more than a peck on the lips.

I guess I had been preoccupied, as I missed it when Padme stopped crying, so she surprised me when I heard her ask, “Do they kiss each other a lot? It seems like it.”

Maren replied, “They do, but they probably kiss a lot more when we’re not around. At least, that’s how I imagine it.”

“They really do love each other. Don’t they?”

Civ answered, “Certainly, and we’re part of that, and Maren’s and my lives are much better for it. I know it’ll be a while until ... your situation gets anything like settled, but Maren and I ... really like you, and we hope you’ll be a really good friend of ours for a long time to come.”

Padme looked at Civ for a bit, nodded, and responded, “I do, too. You and ... The LA is the only thing that’s made the past week or more bearable. You ... and they have kept me ... and my mind occupied, and I very much appreciate that.”

Maren added, “The girls will be happy to take you cleats shopping. You ... and all the rest of us want you to be ready to play, again, as soon as it’s safe. In fact, we probably need to get you back in game shape.”

“Yes,” Civ agreed. “I’m sure Maren and ... perhaps Brit could skip some practices to do some workouts with you. I’ll bet they could take you to the gym to introduce you to lifting and, if we can get a driver, take you somewhere well out of town to do some miles.”

I stepped out of Celeste’s arms and inserted, “Thanks, Civ, and I apologize, Padme, for not thinking about that, myself. Once school is out, we’ll certainly be able to get you lots of exercise. Argon certainly would like you in game shape when you return.”

Padme was about to respond, but I saw her looking beyond me, so understood when she zipped past me and hugged Kaira.

“Are you okay, Kai?”

“I’m ... very good, little sister. This is the one-minute warning for the young girls to get dressed.”

Once we were all dressed, except for Kaira, we all gave Katherine goodbye hugs and boarded our vehicles. Once more, I marveled that we had outgrown a 15-passenger vehicle, then wondered if Dad was thinking about a small bus or something. We spent a bit less than an hour at Armoire, then stopped at our favorite place for cleats. Kaira stayed in the Sprinter with a bunch of the LA. Those of us who went in with Padme convinced her to get a good pair, not just a pair that would do.