Chapter 26

July 18. 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

Yesterday’s practice was one long scrimmage game, in which everyone played. I kept changing up the sides, switching starters for backups and vice-versa. I also had Padme, Lissa, Rathi, Ann, Gracey, Lana, and me change positions at various times. However, as Coach wanted, Rhee and Heather were always together and always center forward and right wing, respectively. We ran about an hour over, but none of the few parents that came to pick up team members objected.

Since Carol will be working this weekend, she had yesterday and today off. Because our game today is a mid-afternoon event, she and Rhee took off after practice yesterday for a quick out-of-town trip together. Thus, I was left to my own devices last night. I admit to pining a bit for Rhee, and for Heather. Rhee’ll be staying here tonight and both Rhee and Heather will be staying tomorrow night. I’m so looking forward to both nights.

Our second game of the home-and-away series against Grass Valley and Charlize Sanderson, this time at home, is on Thursday. I think that we may very well surprise them this time, as our offense is more potent than when we played them in June.

Except for donning my uniform, I’m ready for this afternoon’s game against Central and will be leaving soon. Given all the planned company, I won’t be able to write again until Thursday.

[Added July 20, 2017]

The game against Central was nearly a foregone conclusion. With more practice under our belt and a more-dangerous right wing, our 9-1 win was understandable. Lissa and I played the two sweeper positions (just forward-deployed halfbacks, really) for the first half and the starters racked up a 6-1 lead by the half. As Coach put me in charge of the line-up for the second half, I sat many of the starters, including me (of course). I put Rathi, who sat the first half, at her usual center-half position, while Lissa stayed in the game as the single sweeper in our normal offense. I moved Gracey to center fullback and put Ann at right half. I kept Rhee and Heather in the game until midway through the second half, when I pulled those two, putting in Tonda and Padme, the latter at right wing. The two of them combined for a pretty goal by Tonda.

In the locker room, post-game, Coach called us to attention.

“That was pretty! At the risk of getting another poor practice out of you tomorrow... [many smiles vanished from faces when she paused to emphasize her point] everyone played well. A couple of hat tricks, a stifling defense, and the ball in their end of the field for two-thirds of the game, and it’s no wonder that we won in a blowout.

“Attagirls go to Rhee and Heather for the hat tricks; to Lissa for the goal and five, count ‘em, five assists in her first game as a sweeper; to Beth for working Lissa hard at sweeper the past two days; and to the entire defense for a nearly blemish-free showing.

“Lissa, how do you feel about the sweeper job?”

With a huge grin on her face, she replied, “That was so fun!” She turned to me and said, “Now, I know why you like that position. I found it very satisfying.”

“Padme,” Coach interjected, “you’re not finished playing sweeper, so don’t fret. However, I’m very happy that we have three such capable sweepers.

“I also want to ask the team: Was everyone paying attention when Lissa scored her goal?” There was head-nodding and some verbal affirmatives. “Okay, then, what was the key to that goal?”

I suspected that I knew the answer that Coach had, but I kept quiet, as Coach’s query was almost certainly directed at some of the newer, younger players. Padme raised her hand, and Coach nodded at her.

“I think that it was Rhee.”

“In what way?”

“Their defense was a bit overloaded on their left side, probably due to the five goals that Rhee and Heather had scored by that point. Rhee was open to the right of the penalty stripe. So, when Lissa looked like she was going to pass to Rhee from the penalty-box line to the left of the stripe, both their center and left fullbacks collapsed on Rhee, leaving our best dribbler marked only by one of their halfbacks.”

“Yes. Attagirl, Padme. The fake of the pass to Rhee also encouraged that halfback guarding Lissa to lean in Rhee’s direction. So, when Lissa pulled off her 270˚ and went to her left foot, the only one with any chance at stopping her was the goalie. Though Lissa doesn’t have Ann’s rocket, she certainly didn’t need it with half the goal open to her.

“This is a point on which I want everyone to be perfectly clear. Our offense is designed around Rhee. That design gives her lots of goal chances, a circumstance on which she has not been shy about capitalizing – her lead in league goals is now somewhere around 15, depending upon how Sanderson did today. That is a ridiculous difference for this league.

“However, while I know that Beth and, obviously, Lissa ... and, apparently, Padme, understand what that does for them, I want to make sure that everyone does, and Lissa proved the point this afternoon. That point is that defenses know how dangerous Rhee is and will gang up on her anytime that it even looks like she’s going to get the ball. Lissa knew that, faked the pass, turned around in the opposite direction, switched feet, and had, essentially, an open net. Were it not for the concern that defenses have for Rhee, Lissa might have had a harder time of it on that play.

“So, what’s the take-home message ... Haven?”

“Uh ... it’s that we can use Rhee as a decoy.”

“Beth, would you care to elaborate?”

“We can use Rhee as a decoy, particularly after she’s scored a goal or two in the game. However, we cannot go to that well too often, as it’s like the ‘boy who cried wolf.’ Yes, the design of the offense gives Rhee lots of chances, but it puts much of the decision-making on the rest of the offense about how to get the ball to her. That burden is why it is critical for those folks that bring the ball up the field, the decision makers, to pay attention to how the defense reacts to our offense through the game in order to be able to take advantage of that very reaction if the opportunity presents.

“I also note that Lissa’s situation was a reasonable time for ‘Pink.’ That play works off the same reaction: the defense’s concentration on Rhee. It’s really no different. However, Lissa’s choice on that play was better than calling ‘Pink,” as it was simpler, requiring no other effort on our part and only a few seconds’ focus of the center fullback on Rhee.”

“Excellent, Beth, you covered all that I wanted covered, except for one thing. I want everyone to note that Lissa had quite a few options that all led to her shooting at a nearly undefended goal and that she picked the simplest of them. With her dribbling skills, she may very well have gotten away with, essentially, dribbling into the goal from there. However, as you get more experience at decision making – in soccer and in life, you will find that the simplest solution to a problem is often, even usually, the best solution to that problem. That’s not always the case, but it is in most.

“The game ball goes to Lissa Schmitt!”

Rhee and I walked to my house and began stripping as soon as the front door was closed. We carried our uniforms back to the laundry in the mudroom and added them to the load in the washing machine that awaited our return to start.

As we were re-entering the kitchen, I asked, “Do you want to talk about ... uh ... sex with ... others?”

“You mean, like with the Gang?” When I nodded, Rhee continued. “Yeah, we probably should. I’ll bet that it’s one of those relationship things that needs hashing out. Where do we start?”

“The easiest place to start is Heather. I really like having sex, no, making love with Heather, but I’d give her up in a heartbeat if it ever came to you or her.”

“She wouldn’t be happy with that, so much so, that I’d be concerned about the fallout. She’s not got the most-stable psyche.”

“Yeah. I know, but we cannot have sex with her solely for the reason of keeping her level. It seems obvious to me, though, that if you and I are both there, it’s not at all a problem, right?”

“Oh, yeah. That is ... incredibly fun, satisfying. I have no problems sharing in that situation. Given what you just said about her versus me, I’m comfortable with the idea of Heather and you without me. Well, I’d rather be involved, ‘cause ... I don’t know, but it almost feels like she completes ... us. Weird, and I don’t know that that’s the right phrase, but I really feel happy when the three of us are together, not that I’m at all unhappy with ‘just’ you.

“I guess that I want and love you ... deeply. I love Heather, too, but in something of a different way, but ... I’m confused. I don’t know what it is that Heather brings to us, but it’s something ... something important, but not critical. That might be the best way to state it, but ... I don’t know.”

“Well, either of us being alone with Heather will probably be somewhat rare. I’m also pretty sure that Heather would understand if you or I told her that sex was out without all three of us there. However, I’m comfortable with the idea of you and her alone together making love.”

“So, Gracey and Liya,” Rhee said.

“Did you, or do you have any qualms about what went on at the sleepover? I don’t, but I probably would, had I not been there.”

Rhee rose from her chair, stepped over to me and held out both hands. I took them and she pulled me to my feet, then wrapped herself around me. After a typical Rhee hug, she leaned back, looked in my eyes for a long moment, then slowly leaned in and kissed me. It was a short, delicate kiss, after which she pulled back out a bit.

“I love you, Beth. You are so confident, self-assured. I mean this in only the best way, but I’m proud that I’m the cause of a little chink in that armor. You could have nearly anyone you wanted, and you want me. I love you!”

She then leaned in and kissed me again, but this one was in no way delicate. We both got heated; there was moaning involved.

“Wait, wait. Come over here,” Rhee said breathlessly.

She pulled me around the corner of the table, and then patted the table.

“Sit here.”

I didn’t ask why, I just wanted more, so I parked my butt on the table and tried to pull Rhee in so that we could continue the kissing and fondling. Rhee, however, stepped back around the corner, then moved the various centerpiece accoutrements farther down the table. She pushed on my shoulders gently to get me to lie back; I did so, with my legs hanging off the end of the table. She then came back to the chair there, pulled it up, then sat in it. The next thing that I knew, her mouth was like liquid fire on my pussy.

I hadn’t understood what she was doing, and I’m surprised that I figured it out while she had her face buried in my crotch, but I did. That image, that ungodly wonderful image, jumped into my head and immediately tripled the level of my arousal. Then, she inserted fingers. I began climbing the walls.

A few minutes later, after I’d rocketed to the heights and floated back down, I knew that I had to return the favor. I struggled to a sitting position, then stood.

“Oh, god, that was wonderful, Rh...”

I couldn’t complete the sentence, as she attacked my mouth with hers; I could taste myself on her. I reached around her with my left hand and grabbed and squeezed her right ass cheek. With that hold, combined with my right hand pushing on the inside of her left hip, I got us rotated 180˚, our tongues wrestling all the while. When her butt hit the end of the table, she got the message. She curtailed the kiss, then lifted her butt onto the table and lying back, spread her legs. I had a plan.

I bent over and slowly licked her from perineum to clitoris, dallying for a while on the latter, causing Rhee to vocalize her enjoyment. I returned to her nether lips, sucking each outer lip into my mouth. She liked that! My tongue returned to wandering around Rhee’s pussy, licking lips and clitoris, stabbing inside.

After a minute or two, I sent my mouth on an excursion up Rhee’s belly to her right breast. When it got there, my crotch nestled into hers, and I rotated my hips to rub on her, then snaked my left hand between our two pussies.

“Oh, Rhee, baby, I’ve wanted to get my cock back in you for so long.”

With that, I quickly inserted two fingers into Rhee’s vagina and, once they were lubricated enough, began sawing them in and out. Rhee arched her back, taking her nipple out of my mouth, and moaned long and loudly. I added pelvic thrusts in time with my fingers driving deeply into Rhee’s pussy.

“God, Rhee, your pussy feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Oh, god, I love making love to you. I don’t know how long I can hold out.”

I kept up the sex talk, trying to channel Dad, while my fingers drove into Rhee’s core in time with my crotch slapping against hers. Rhee began the climb to Nirvana. Rhee’s back arched again, her head tilted back, and she screamed out her orgasm to the kitchen ceiling.

As Rhee came back down, I kept my fingers motionless inside her, my pussy plastered to hers, and ran my right hand gently across her chest and belly. She was still cooing when her eyes opened, those dark walnut irises staring into me briefly, then re-closed. A breathy exhalation escaped her lips; her eyes re-opened.

“Ahhh, god.” Her lids slowly closed, then re-opened. “God, Beth, that was wonderful.”