Chapter 21

July 7, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

What a long and crazy day yesterday was. We three girls slept tangled together until the alarm woke us this morning for soccer practice. We woke as I think we went to sleep, with Heather cuddled between Rhee and me. We all showered together, somewhat hurriedly, mainly to remove the stale aroma of sex. All of the adults had left before we bolted downstairs for a light breakfast and headed out the door for the pitch.

Practice was relatively uneventful, but with all of the recent changes in the offense, it was not vanilla pudding, either. During an hour of offense on defense, Coach played Ann at center half the entire time. She got off two rockets, one of which almost took Brianna’s hand off. Not really, but Brianna will probably be feeling that one for a while.

Heather had to go home after practice, so Rhee and I went back to her place for lunch. We talked about our feelings concerning sharing each other with Heather and discussed hypothetical situations with other girls. Neither of us is really wanting anyone else, though we both thought that some casual sleepover messing around with Liya and Gracey could be fun. However, neither of them struck us as Heather has, and we could not figure out why Heather got both our motors running. She’s not beautiful. Instead, she’s more like the cute, wholesome girl next door, though I’m sure that many would not consider last night’s activities “wholesome.”

We also talked about Heather giving control of her sex life to us. Just like we could not figure out why Heather attracted both of us so powerfully, we also could not figure out how to respond to her offer to us of, essentially, using her as a sex doll. We did have fun coming up with crazy situations in which we took her at her word and did whatever we wanted with her. However, we were of two minds about those scenarios. We were amused imagining them, but both of us were doubtful that we’d want to play them out in life.

We did agree that we wanted to have sex with Heather again. We were of like mind in wanting Heather only when both of us were present and interested. But, we do want her again. And again. And again.

We also spent some together time cuddling and kissing. It was really nice.

We planned a day outing with Liya, Gracey, and Heather for tomorrow. Well, not really planned as much as simply set aside the day for the five of us to do something. We never worry about the details, as some interesting activity usually makes itself known to us. We also set a tentative plan for a sleepover next weekend. It’ll be here, of course, as none of the other houses are really suitable for the four ... oops, now five of us.

Rhee went home around 3:30, as she and Carol were going to do something, though they didn’t really know what that would be. Hmm, theme much?

I made dinner for the three of us and went to my room shortly thereafter. I spent nearly four hours writing the account of yesterday’s long, exhilarating, exciting, and sexually fulfilling day. I really hope that we can have that happen again.

July 8, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

The outing with the girls was great! As we expected, Heather hit it off with Gracey and Liya. We had decided on a picnic lunch in the wooded park about five blocks from Rhee’s house. It’s a nice place, with trails, a small pond (complete with greedy ducks), picnic shelters, and play equipment. We wound up playing on the swing set, the monkey bars, and the other stuff meant for younger kids, but it was a hoot.

After we’d finished our lunch, we were sitting around at the picnic table shooting the breeze, when Liya and Heather got into a long back-and-forth that started innocently enough, but devolved into elaborate compliments that were actually put-downs of each other, their clothing, their ancestors, their choice in men. Gracey, Rhee, and I were rolling on the ground laughing for minutes while the two of them managed this show with straight faces, until Heather finally cracked and started laughing uproariously.

When we all settled down enough to be able to converse without bursting out in laughter again, Liya got up from her side of the table, walked around and sat next to Heather and hugged her tightly.

“Girl,” she said, “with the power vested in me as the most-recent member of this gang, I hereby demand that you officially become a member. Before you say “yay” or “nay,” I must warn you that there is a gruesome initiation ceremony that involves protons, blood, and magic elixirs. So, agree to join at your peril.”

I don’t know how Heather kept a straight face, as Gracey, Rhee, and I were, again, laughing heartily, but she managed it. Eventually, Liya cracked a smile and put an arm around Heather.

“Naw, girl, you just have to do something inappropriate and you’re in.”

I could see this look come over Heather’s countenance that caused me to stop laughing. I knew that she was pondering something – probably inappropriate, but I couldn’t imagine what that would be. Heather stood, did a quick 360˚, took her shirt off, and sat back down.

“Is this inappropriate enough?”

Liya lost it to a paroxysm of laughter. Rhee grinned, Gracey looked around quickly and, apparently, decided that no one was in eyeshot of us, so allowed laughter to bubble forth. I was grinning, too.

Once Liya’s outburst subsided, I said in something approaching her voice, “Girl, she got you there!”

As Liya once more put an arm on Heather’s shoulder, she said, “That is a true fact. She got me back, but good. I do wonder how long she can keep showing off those pretty little titties.”

I opened my mouth to say that I thought that she could probably manage quite a long time but swallowed those words before they escaped. I’m not prepared to make various recent changes in my life more widely known; voicing those words would open that door.

Gracey saved me from discovery, though, as she pushed on a few icons on her phone and said, “I’ve got the timer going.”

Heather easily made the five-minute mark, as I expected, but Liya started to get big-eyed.

“Girl, you’ve got cajones, or whatever the female equivalent would be. I’d be gibbering with fear by this time, but you look cool as a cucumber. [I don’t know where she gets all of the metaphors she throws around.] I move that Heather be added to the membership roll.”

“Second,” shouted Rhee.

“Nuh, uh, girl,” I said. We’re closer to your house, so you’re Chair. Second, by the way.”

“All in favor,” Rhee asked. Once the vote was apparent, she continued, “By acclamation, Heather Wilkerson is hereby added to the rolls of the Girls Just Wanna Have Fun gang. Welcome, Heather!”

Rhee then stood and grabbed both of her upper arms and lifted slightly. Heather understood that Rhee wanted her to stand, and Rhee stepped back a bit and nodded to indicate that she should extricate herself from the picnic table. She did so and Rhee wrapped her in a hug.

Rhee then stepped back and said, “Existing members may now welcome the initiate.”

Liya got off the bench and hugged Heather. “Welcome, Heather. I’m glad that you’re here.”

Gracey and I followed suit, hugging Heather and welcoming her into the gang.

As Liya returned to her previous seat across the table next to Gracey, she looked at Heather and slowly shook her head.

“I don’t know how you can sit there so casually being so ... titillating. And, I see that you have titillated yourself.”

I looked at Heather’s breasts. Yup, her nipples were hard. Heather was very excited. My pussy started moistening in response. She looked so inviting, with her small, but perfectly shaped breasts tipped by quarter-inch-long erect nipples, her head held high, her face pink. I managed to keep myself from walking over and reacquainting myself with those lovely breasts.

Since Rhee was between Heather and me, and I was staring at Heather’s breasts, I couldn’t help but notice that Rhee’s arms were moving, occasionally obstructing my view. So, I changed focus and quickly realized that she had unhooked her bra and was in the process of divesting herself of shirt and bra. In no time, there were two topless girls on my side of the table.

When in Rome, you know. So, I quickly looked around, saw no one, and pulled my shirt up and off.

“DAYAMN, girls! I suppose that now Gracey and I will be expected to join this insanity.”

I had started to giggle, but then heard Gracey’s voice.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg,” and she pulled her shirt and bra off, then continued. “Hmm, I smell sulphur somewhere. Oh, here it is, on the bench to my right.”

Then she cracked up, her breasts jiggling. Rhee and Heather held their noses closed and stared intently at Liya, who rolled her eyes and her whole head.

“All right, already.”

She then stood and removed her T and sat back down, her shoulders hunched forward.

“Nah-uh-uh,” said Gracey. “Be proud, Head up, chin out, shoulders back.”

Liya obeyed, and there we were, five girls and their ten breasts enjoying the breeze.

Heather then reached across the table and pinched Liya’s left nipple.

“I notice that someone else is titillated.”

I had noticed that. I also noticed that Heather still had that nipple in her grasp and that Liya was not pulling away or objecting in any other fashion.

“Damn it, Heather. You’ve made me uneven.”

Heather’s hand started pinching the other nipple.

“Okay. That’s better. Thanks.”

I looked at Liya’s face, and she was grinning at Heather.

Just then, Gracey gave a warning, “Car coming,” so we all hurriedly re-donned our shirts.

Looking at Rhee, I noticed that she hadn’t bothered to take the time to deal with her bra, so I looked at Gracey, who had made the same snap decision.

“Wow,” Gracey exclaimed, “17 minutes and 40 seconds. A new gang record. Of course, there wasn’t an old gang record, but I’m impressed. As Liya said, Heather, you’ve got cajones!”

Rhee followed with, “She does. And that was so cool,” she exclaimed, then put a one-arm hug on Heather. “That was cool, and feel free to do that again in the future. I suspect that you could greatly extend that record of yours. Just don’t get us caught!”

Heather giggled and grinned widely at all of us. She then sobered and looked at each of us.

“Thanks, guys. Being part of this group really means a lot to me. As Beth and Rhee know, I’ve had very few friends in my life, so I’m serious, very serious, when I say that. Thanks.”

As we were packing up in mid-afternoon (the two unworn bras going in the basket), Heather said, “Rhee, are you going to walk home dressed like that?”

Rhee turned to Heather and replied. “Yeah, I guess I am. My girls need to breathe more freely. Why?”

“Oh, nothing all that important, but I thought that we might want to warn the riot-control squad that they might be called out soon.”

Gracey and I chortled merrily. Liya gave Heather her typical, “You go, girl.”

Then she turned to Rhee, making a point of looking right at Rhee’s breasts and said, “You go, girls.”

Gracey and Heather cracked up; I grinned maniacally. Liya continued her discussion with Rhee’s girls.

“Are you sure that you’ll be okay? The ride might be very ... um ... bouncy, and you won’t be able to see where you’re going.”

If anything, Gracey and Heather’s laughter went up a notch.

Rhee said, “Oh, we can’t have that,” and she then lifted the tail of her shirt up over her breasts. “I’ll walk home like this.”

Liya riposted. “Do you have a carry permit for those? You obviously won’t need a carry concealed permit, but...”

Rhee grinned, then pulled her shirt back down. At this point, Heather was just shaking her head.

“What,” I asked her.

“Oh, nothing ... just ... you guys ... you guys are just so freaking fun!”

We managed to get back to my house without getting ticketed for indecent exposure, as everyone kept their breasts covered, though Rhee did roll the hem of her shirt up under her breasts, leaving her taut belly exposed. Liya noticed the obvious and mentioned it in Liya fashion.

“Girl, though you don’t have your girls exposed, you might still have a problem with the law. Any guy walking the other way is gonna have his eyes bug out ogling those melons just in time for those nipples to poke his eyes out. I think that those things should be classed as lethal weapons.”

After the rest of us finished laughing, she continued. “Heather, I think that Rhee is uneven. Would you see what you can do?”

“Sure,” whereupon she pinched Rhee’s right nipple. However, she didn’t do as I expected, just grabbing that nipple through the shirt, but stuck her hand inside Rhee’s shirt from below and grabbed it directly. Her hand also pulled the shirt up enough to expose a healthy amount of underboob. That exposure was limited to just a couple of seconds, though, and Heather pulled the hem down and then re-rolled it, managing to expose more of Rhee’s flat abs, as if she were wearing a halter top.

As planned, we stopped for ice cream on the way. We were taking the mickey out of each other while we were waiting at the counter for our cones. We noticed that the guy behind the counter seemed to be enjoying all the unfettered breasts, as he kept zoning out looking through the glass while trying to scoop the ice cream.

Heather then asked, “Is that all it takes to get a guy to look at you? Roll your shirt up under your boobs?”

She then proceeded to do that to her shirt, though her looser T and small breasts meant that the hem kept falling down.

“No,” she said fake mournfully, “apparently you need big melons.”

She then stuck out her lower lip and pouted for a few seconds, until she cracked up laughing. We all followed suit. We ate the cones in the store and then continued home. Gracey had called her mom when we were leaving the park, and the length of her drive to my house was such that she arrived in front of the house shortly after we did, but not before Gracey could get her bra back on. We all said our good-byes, and Gracey and Liya rode off into the afternoon, heading home.

Rhee unlocked the front door (I was trailing the others, carrying the basket), swung it open into the house, turned around, and said to Heather, “Girl, I am so going to get you back for that nipple pinching.”

She then grabbed the hem of Heather’s shirt and pulled it up and off her. Heather, who had reacted quickly enough to lift her arms to make Rhee’s disrobing task easier, just stood there topless in the doorway facing the door. In an instant, Rhee was sucking on Heather’s right nipple and pawing at her left breast.

Since they were standing right in the doorway, I couldn’t enter the house, so I stood there watching the show and, hopefully, blocking most of the view. As I watched Rhee’s mouth on Heather’s breast, Rhee’s hands were pulling Heather’s shorts and panties down. When the pants had gotten so low that Rhee’s mouth had to abandon the breast, her mouth simply transferred its attentions to Heather’s pussy. Heather casually stepped out of each side of the pants as Rhee pulled them to the floor and was then standing in the doorway wearing only socks and shoes.

My pussy was zinging as I looked down at Heather’s cute, tight ass and long, bare legs. She showed no concern that she was having her pussy eaten in semi-public. I, however, was a bit concerned, so I gently pushed them into the house and closed the door. Without either saying a word, Rhee marched Heather into the dining room and turned her to face out the picture window. She then knelt in front of Heather and began mouthing various parts of Heather’s vaginal morphology. Rhee’s fingers joined in and Heather, who had been virtually silent up to that point, began moaning, and those moans got louder, longer, and higher pitched.

From the opening of the door to Heather’s climax could not have taken even three minutes, and probably less than two. And what a climax! It was a good thing that Dad and Mom were spending the day out in town, as there is probably no location inside the house from which her ecstatic screams could not have been heard.

Once Rhee made sure that Heather was not going to fall over without Rhee’s support, she toed off her shoes and pulled her shorts and panties off. She then grabbed Heather’s hand and led her into the kitchen. Once there, she hoisted herself onto the table on her back, her legs hanging off, her crotch facing the hall down which was my parents’ room. Heather took the hint and knelt to return the favor.

After Rhee calmed down from her orgasm, Heather said, “Next.”

I looked at Heather, then at Rhee, whose eyes were finally opening. Rhee nodded and rolled off the table; I took her place, my pussy nearly quivering. While I was obviously not as primed as Heather and Rhee were, it still took Heather less than five minutes to make me scream. Given the precise location that she had chosen, I’m sure that Rhee had the same mental image in her head while she was getting eaten that I did while I was being eaten.

After I came down from Heaven, Rhee was talking.

“This is a special place for Beth and me. A couple weeks ago, I was spending the night and we came downstairs for a drink or snack or something. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, we could hear what seemed to be sex noises, so we tiptoed to the wall and peered around it. Charlie was sitting in his chair right here and Sandy was sitting in his lap. Both were naked and Sandy was riding Charlie’s cock. As Sandy started to orgasm, Charlie stood up with her, laid her back on the table, and literally fucked her hard until he came. I’ve been masturbating to that scene ever since.”

“Oh, god. Oh, god. I would love to see that.” Her breathing got shallow, like she was hyperventilating. “Would someone ... uh ... do me here? Please?”