Chapter 77

October 20, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written October 21]

Breakfast was pancakes with Dad’s mango-raspberry compote and bacon. Table discussion included no items that caused Meka problems. As we were pulling into the parking lot, we saw Katie. Meka tapped her horn to get her attention. As we all exited Meka’s car, Katie’s eyebrows rose.

“Hey, Katie. Can you spare a few minutes to talk? I need to tell you some stuff.”

Katie looked at Meka with an odd expression, glanced at us, and said, “Of course.”

“I might see you at lunch, girls.”

We nodded and went on our way.

After we’d gotten stretches and warm-ups done, the West team arrived. I ambled over to their end, primarily to talk to Ann. I saw Zala first so chatted with her briefly after we hugged each other.

“Haven’s out today. She took a cleat to her thigh yesterday. She’s doing medical stuff now, so she asked me to say ‘hi’ to the gang.”

“Is she going to be all right? That would suck if she’s down for a while.”

“We don’t know anything now. Ann said she needed to talk to you.”

“Handy, as I need to talk to her. Ah, there she is.”

Ann walked up saying, “Hey, Beth. Did Zala tell you about Haven?” When I nodded, she turned to Zala and said, “Coach Jameson wants to see you.”

After Zala had trotted off, I said, “Can you make the Veterans Day weekend sleepover?”

“Yep, although I can’t be there until Sunday morning; we already have plans for Saturday. Did you invite Shameka? Will she be there?”

“She will be. She’s looking forward to it. I’m hoping Katie will also come. That’ll give us ten. We’re trying to set up a pickup game on either Saturday or Sunday. Huge backyard blowout, depending on weather, for all of us and any parents or other family on Monday starting at 11. See if your parents want to come early and stay for a while.” Ann nodded, and I changed subjects, saying, “It looks like you guys are playing better in the second half of the season.”

“Somewhat, anyway. You guys are the first good team we meet this half and now we’re missing our center half. Hopefully, she’ll be able to play next week, else our season is probably done now. I’m really missing the premier team. That was a fun season!”

The game didn’t go well for West. Ann and their coach seem to have gotten better performance out of their back line, but they really missed Haven in the middle of the pitch. Katie and Gracey ran roughshod over their midfield, enough so that the Brits were released a bit more for offense. That enabled us to swamp their back line’s higher caliber of play, getting five goals.

“Gather ‘round!”

Coach’s rally call was much louder than usual and caused immediate cessation of chatter.

“I got a call early in the second half and I have to leave immediately. Thanks to Civia and Beth for filling in a bit on the coaching end while I dealt with some of the issues of a family emergency. Liya and Civia are in charge, backed up by Shameka. Anyone giving them trouble will sit out the next game.” She shone her hairy eyeball over the team, then smiled, saying, “Good game! All of you. I’ll probably be back in time for practice on Monday. If I’m not, Liya and Civia will be running it. I’ll see you when I get back.”

With that, she turned on her heel and left. Liya stepped up immediately. I noticed Brett off to the side with his phone up in landscape. Apparently, Coach wants to see this session despite her absence. I elbowed Meka, who was on my left. When she turned to look at me, I pointed my chin at Brett. She looked at him, then turned back to me.

She whispered, “Us or Civia?”

I whispered back, “Both, I think.”

She nodded.

“We’ll run this the same as Coach does. Civia will provide the attagirls, I’ll discuss organizational details for next week, then Civia will hand out the game ball.”

Civia stepped up as Liya stepped back. Civia glanced at me, then swallowed and inhaled deeply.

“That was a good, all-around game. West certainly missed Haven, their center midfielder, out there today, and that topic will come back up later. First, the D. Attagirls to Hope and Rose for combining on a clean sheet. Another for Rose’s excellent save on the header off their corner kick.”

Civia gulped in an inconspicuous fashion, then inhaled deeply, as if she were bucking herself up to continue a task that she found difficult. I wanted to reach out, to help, but knew that she needed to do this by herself.

“Although we’ve come to expect it, count on it, the back line put in another stellar performance. I want to make sure that the rest of you understand how much easier it is to win games when you can count on the D to make it very difficult for the other team to score. That results in the other team pushing more players forward when on O in an effort to overload that D. That endeavor by the opposition can result in goal opportunities for us on counterattack. Shameka’s boot to a streaking Rhee for our third goal makes for a good example; attagirls to both of you for that one.

“West’s back line was notably more organized and stiffer than in our first meeting. Yes, we scored five this time, rather than the four of our previous meeting. However, that difference can be entirely explained by the relatively poor performance of their replacement center half. Zala, their left half, made things difficult for the right side of our O, but we’ve got many more weapons than just Heather and Jules. West should have switched Zala and that backup earlier in the game, as they did a lot better after the switch.

“Attagirl to Rhee for her fifth brace of the season, with three of those coming in the past four league games. Attagirl to Heather for another one of her pretty outside bends for a goal. Attagirl to Beth for her second hat-trick of assists this season. She’s about to run up the back of Petaluma’s playmaker, who is leading in that category. As Coach said, that performance would have earned Beth today’s game ball under most circumstances. An attagirl to Rachel for a superbly timed run to put herself in place to receive one of Beth’s three assists. Last of the O-related attagirls go to Addiah and Jimena for Addiah’s lovely feed to Jimena’s well-timed run and excellent outside-bend finish.” Civia suddenly colored for no reason I could see, but went on with, “Oh, I messed up. Coach also wanted to give Heather an attagirl for that one, as she is primarily responsible for getting Jimena’s outside bends, as she put it, ‘up to snuff’.”

Civia stepped back; Liya stepped forward.

“Monday’s practice plan includes planning for Midland, and a FOTPIG session. We travel to Midland on Tuesday. Please get your 7^th Bell assignments on Monday, as we leave shortly after 6^th Bell. Don’t forget to wear your uniform jersey at school on Tuesday. We’ll try to come up with a plan for New Paris on Wednesday’s practice, but other aspects of that practice session are yet to be decided. New Paris makes a visit here on Thursday.

“Brett has asked me to request feedback from the team on his performance as support for the team during practice and games. However, I wanted to first give him other feedback. How do you think he looks in his new uniform jersey?”

There was much chuckling, then, as Meka whistled at him, more whistling and hollering.

Brett went red; Liya cracked open that smile. Meka nudged me, pointing her chin at Liya. I nodded at Meka, grinning.

“Settle!”

Although she yelled that, Liya’s eyes were shining.

“Now, feedback on Brett’s support duties. We’re trying to figure out his position on the fly, so need real feedback. Anyone?”

Katie said, “He’s doing fine. He seems to be on the ball, meeting every girl with water and towel as she comes off the field, despite that he’s also being tutored during games by Civia about recording data from game play. During practice, he runs almost as much as we do, even beyond warmup laps. So far, he’s a good addition to Coach’s staff. Thanks for your efforts, Brett. I also like to see a man strong enough to wear pink!”

There was much laughing.

I watched him during Katie’s discourse, his face on the warm side until the end, at which it suddenly went red.

After the laughter died a bit, Shameka said, “I agree with Katie. I glanced into the lunchroom today at ... Beth’s table. Beth, Rhee, Gracey, Liya, and Heather always sit together, joined by, usually, Brett, and, often, one to three non-soccer-playing girls. Today, that table was a solid sea of blue-and-fuchsia jerseys. I’m impressed, Brett. Not only are you willing to sit with girls, but you’re also even willing to wear something that might cause you catching grief from stupid boys. Good on you and keep it up.”

I could see Liya facing Brett, giving him some kind of suggestion, which he seemed to figure out. He stepped forward, his face scarlet.

“Thanks, Katie. Thanks, Shameka. I appreciate your comments and support. Those mean even more to me coming from you two.”

Into the silence, Liya said, “I add my thanks to Katie’s and Shameka’s. You’re doing well and you’ve taken some tasks off my overly full plate.” She looked around at the team, then said, “Civia?”

“I come back, as promised, to the midfield, in order to make sure that the whole team knows what that midfield did today. Our two pivots played a spectacular game. They were so dominant, that Jess and Jules were able to go more fully onto O, which was most helpful in counteracting West’s excellent back line. Coach sends a hearty attagirl to Gracey for her tenacious D and frequent initiations of counterattacks.”

Civia looked down at a notebook in her hands and seemed to be mentally rehearsing what she was reading. She looked back up.

“For the second time this season, the game ball goes to a teammate that didn’t make the scoresheet. It is also likely that her name will not be found in the short summary of the game in tomorrow’s paper. Despite that there is often a lack of public accolades for defense in the scoresheet or news copy, we should all know that most of the success that we’ve had this season can be placed squarely at the feet of five seniors and one freshman that make it incredibly hard for opposing teams to score goals. Today’s game ball goes to one of those teammates, any one of which deserved consideration for it. The game ball goes to Katie Weeks!”

There was much rejoicing.

Civia let the celebration go for a while, then yelled, “Settle!”

I think that a substantial portion of the cause for the near-immediate cessation of noise was due to Civia being the one to raise her voice, make the call for attention. I was so proud of her.

“We’ve played 12 games, given out 12 game balls. Coach wanted me to drive home her point about D. Of those 12 game balls, eight have gone to defenders.” She looked around the team during the hush, then said, “Point driven home.”

Civia stepped back. Liya stepped forward.

“Very good game, girls. Showers await. Brett will be rummaging around in here for a bit longer, so please keep that in mind. Everyone in view from this portion of the locker room needs to maintain decorum when it comes to clothing. I will drive home the point about that. If we want to keep Brett on Coach’s staff and keep Coach as the coach, we must not allow any hint of impropriety here. Do I make myself clear?”

On the way home, Meka said, “I now really see why Coach took Liya on as an assistant. She calmly read us the riot act, and that despite most of the girls being older than she is. She’s ... fearless.”

“You’ve got that right,” said Rhee. “From what I was told, you should have seen her light into Lord Bradley at the mall.”

“Yes. Despite that she’s a lot smaller than Rhee, she doesn’t take crap from anyone,” Heather confirmed. “I’ve known her for only a few months, but that aspect of her has been obvious to me from the start.”

“I’ve known her even less time,” Civia said, “but I’ve seen that, too. I would like to be that ... self-assured.”

“Hey, you did very well up there in front of the team today. I was and am impressed. Some of us are almost 18 and you’re just 11. That took some ... backbone to fill in for Coach up there.”

I turned to look at Civia on the other side of Heather in the middle seat. As I expected, she was having some difficulty with the compliment, her face flushed and her eyes wide, but she kept her head up.

“Thanks, Meka. That means so much to me for you to be impressed with me, ‘cause you’re the most impressive girl I know.”

Her face went red, but she got it out without stumbling and while looking at the side of Meka’s face.

Meka glanced at Civia and said, “Thanks, Civia, but you could match or surpass me ... if you want to do so.”

We avoided a dinnertime meltdown by Meka by trying out a new Mexican restaurant. While pricier than some we’ve visited, it was not pretentious, and, damn, was that green chile spectacular! It was already 8 by the time we got home, so we girls wished Dad and the Moms good night and headed upstairs. Heather completed the process of getting naked shortly after hitting the top stair.

Civia said, “Oh. I thought that since Meka was here that we wouldn’t do that tonight.”

In the process of divesting herself of her shorts, Meka said, “No. They’ve explained about the preferred ... dress state up here, and I don’t mind. It’s only one clothing item less than I usually wear at home so...”

Meka shrugged and continued in her disrobing.

A host of expressions crossed Civia’s face, none of which I could interpret, except for the last one, which was her shy smile.

“I’m glad,” she responded as she began removing her clothes.

We gathered in a circle of cross-legged girls on the BRH bed and had a discussion that began with soccer but touched on many other topics. When we started flagging, Rhee suggested that we hit the sack.

Civia asked, “Who’s sleeping where? Should we do the random-number thing?”

As I was looking around, Heather said, “Sure. I know you’ve got it, Civia. Do you want to run it?”

Civia looked very pleased, responding, “Sure. Hang on.”

We waited while she retrieved her phone then ran her spreadsheet.

“Rhee here. Heather there. Civia there. Meka there. I guess that means that Beth should be here as no one should sleep alone.”

As Rhee turned off our light and crawled into bed with me, she said, “Wanna bet on who’s in the middle in that bed?”

“Sure ... if I get to pick Meka.”

She grinned at me, then responded, “Yeah, I can’t see there being much possibility of anyone else in the middle, though I’d give Heather more than a 10% chance. Look how often she’s in the middle with us, even when the ‘us’ is four or five girls.”

I nodded, then whispered, “Love, I need you.”

October 21, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

After brunch and tossing a couple frisbees around in the Jacobsens’ back yard and ours, we were all waiting on the deck for Civia’s parents to pick her up.

Civia said, “I’m glad you were here, Meka. You’re a lot of fun.”

“Thanks. You’re no slouch, yourself. However, if we’re going to toss frisbees, you girls have got to better at it. You’re all athletes; you can do it.”

I replied, “We’ll have to get Carol or you to teach us.” I suddenly thought of something, so said, “We could do lacrosse, too. Rhee and I played around with it last fall and winter, but my life has been a bit on the hectic side since then, so have forgotten it. What would it take to get you to try it?”

“We did that in gym a few times when I was in ... ninth grade. Hmm, I wonder why that’s no longer in the mix for gym. We have an in with one of the gym teachers, now. Perhaps we should suggest it to Coach.”

We all agreed that Meka had a good idea, shortly after which the Paleceks drove into the driveway. Civia’s mien became a little more subdued.

“I love my parents, but it’s always so much fun being here that...”

Heather was next to her on that side of the picnic table, so wrapped her left arm around Civia and pulled her in tightly.

“We’ll see you at practice on Monday. Then, don’t forget, you’ll be at the weekend sleepover in two weeks. We’ll have a great time then!”

“Oh, yes. That’s going to be so much fun. I’m glad you’re going to be here, Meka!”

“I’m looking forward to it, too.”

After Civia left with her parents, Dad, the Moms, and we three girls were on the deck when Meka said, “Charlie, Sandy, Carol, I’d like to discuss ... housing with you.”

The parents glanced at each other, after which Dad said, “Okay. Is here fine, or do you want to go inside?”

“Here’s fine.”

I said, “We’ve got homework, we’ll...”

Meka interrupted, saying, “I’d like you three to be here for this.”

The three of us looked among ourselves. Rhee surprised me a bit when she figuratively stepped up.

“We can do that, although I don’t know what we bring to the table that Dad and the Moms don’t.”

“You’re my friends and any results of the discussion impact you three. They also impact Gracey and Liya, but I don’t want to put this off until they can be here. I’m sure you can ... represent their interests.”

We looked among us, and we all nodded. I sat back down, after which, Dad took the floor.

“Meka, you’re welcome to live here as long as you want or need. We’d have to figure out sleeping arrangements in November, but you’re welcome here. You’re also welcome to stay in Carol’s...” Carol poked him, hard, so he said, “Sorry, you’re also welcome to stay at our other house in the neighborhood.”

Carol jumped in, saying, “As long as you wouldn’t mind occasional temporary housemates, you’re welcome to stay in that house. Gracey’s mom will be staying there occasionally for the five or six months that Gracey will be here but might be there only 15 or 20 days in that whole time. Liya’s mom will probably be there much of the time around the holidays. Other than that, you’d have the house to yourself, barring unforeseen circumstances. You’re welcome to live there through your graduation and, if you’re serious about starting college here, for however long you need a place while going to school here. Keep the house up, keep it clean; that’s the only ‘rent’ we’ll charge you.”

Meka had obvious difficulty in maintaining control over her emotions.

“It ... it’s no wonder your s-six daughters love you three so much. You’re great p-p-people.”

We all waited for her to marshal better control, which took a couple minutes.

“Thank you. All of you. I’ll take you up on your offer of the Devlin house. Umm, what ... what are the particulars there?”

Carol looked at her daughter and said, “Rhee, you and the girls take her over there. Dig out one of the spare keys. I see no reason not to put her in the master bedroom.” She turned back to Meka, saying, “The dresser and closet have space for at least some of your clothes. If you find that you need more space, we can work something out. As long as you’re there, if you give us a bit of notice, feel free to come here for any meals or if you get bored or lonely. Don’t be afraid to invite friends over. Treat it as you would your house.”

We showed her around the house, particularly pointing out the extra mattresses and the private back yard. We rode with her to her house to grab a first load of stuff, enough to get her through a couple weeks.

After we’d unloaded her gear, I asked her, “Do you want to come for dinner? We’d love to have you.”

She shook her head and said, “I’ll get some organization here then probably grab a burger. I need to ... think. I need to think hard about both the immediate future and about what I’ll do after graduation. If I get lonely, I’ll call. I ... umm ... about ... ummn ... about your offer. I was honest last night. I am intrigued, but I hope it doesn’t hurt your feelings if my answer is ‘no’ for now.”

“Of course not, Meka,” Heather replied. “We’re your friends, first. Above any other relationship. We’ve very much enjoyed spending so much time with you this week, learning about you.” Rhee and I nodded our heads emphatically as Heather continued with, “We won’t bring the subject up again; however, we’ll be willing to talk about it in the future if you want.”

“Thanks. I really appreciate all you’ve done for me this week. I’ll be hanging out here the rest of the weekend, although I’ll probably go get another small load of stuff. I can give you a ride back.”

I responded, “Nah. It’s just a couple blocks.”

“Okay. I will insist, however, on giving you rides home from school.”

“Well, if you must,” I replied.

There was much chuckling.

The six of us were working on dinner, an eggplant and mushroom polenta bake – a new recipe for us. Dad was being goofy, getting us all to smile and chuckle. After the past few days, it felt so right to be down to the core of the family, having fun, putting an interesting dinner together.

Dad had roasted the eggplant chunks in a cast-iron skillet in the oven, and had just taken the skillet out of the oven so the eggplant could cool. Rhee had gathered some of the items on the table for what we call Diverse Salad when Dad stepped up behind her and twirled her 180 degrees. He leaned in, kissing her aggressively, right hand pawing at her left breast, left hand her right ass cheek. She grunted at the assault, then wrapped her arms around his waist and counterattacked, kissing him back hard, her right hand squeezing his left ass cheek; work on dinner ceased. They were nearly two minutes into making out when Dad encouraged her to sit on the end of the table, which caused some of us to inhale sharply.

“Ohh, Daaddd. Yessss,” Rhee got out as she tilted her head back on her shoulders.

After another minute or more of making out, Dad slowly pushed Rhee onto her back and spread her legs wide, after which he began inserting his cock into her. He worked her slowly for a little bit, then began increasing speed and intensity. After a couple minutes, a bit after he had begun pounding her, Rhee went up and over. He gave her a short break as she came down, slowly moving in and out of her pussy, lightly caressing her breasts.

After a minute or so, he slowed to a stop, then said, “When you can, please stand.”

She furrowed her brow, but slowly sat up, where she paused, still breathing heavily.

“Wow. That was a surprise and very good.”

“Please stand.”

She furrowed her brow again but stood. He took her right hand and led her toward the dining room.

Heather exclaimed, “Holy fuck,” while Sandy said, “Ohhhh, fu-ucccckkkk. Rhee, you’re getting a first.”

I looked over my right shoulder at Sandy. She was working around the island, following her phone trailing behind the lovers. Seeing that caused me to look for Carol, who was behind me and to my left, her phone also obviously in video mode. Dad led Rhee toward the head of the table. When he reached the end, his place, he ungently moved the chair out of the way, then encouraged her to lie on the table there. She did so.

“Skootch farther down the table, you incredibly sexy lover of mine.”

She moaned at his description as she followed his direction. Once she was entirely lying on the table, he climbed upon the table, straddled her, his knees outside her hips, and began re-inserting his cock into her pussy. He made a few slow strokes and then sped up. Sandy moved to the head of the table, standing between the table and the picture window, still videoing the action.

“Baby girl, you drive me crazy. I’m going to pound you up here while your mothers capture the event for posterity.”

Rhee moaned loudly in response to Dad’s words and wrapped her legs around him while he quickly ramped up his thrust speed. I mirrored Heather’s lead when she stepped to the side of the table and began playing with Rhee’s left breast. Dad got up to pounding speed, which got him panting and Rhee varying between low moans and quiet squeals. Dad beat her to the Stairway, but she followed him to Paradise.

Something of a hush fell over the room, although a hush counterpointed by panting from both Rhee and Dad. Carol cut between me and the table, pulled out the chair at her place, then sat, still videoing. Sandy crossed through my vision on the other side of the table, her phone no longer in her hand. However, Heather followed right behind her, Sandy’s phone in her hand.

“Ah,” I thought, “two cameras waiting for the apres-climax event.”

Indeed, after a minute or so, Dad pulled out of her. Still on his knees, he pushed her feet toward her butt to get her knees to bend, after which he spread her knees apart. I could see Dad’s pearlescent semen begin oozing out of her.

“Charlie, you’re entirely too good to me,” Sandy said as she worked her torso onto the table and her face between Rhee’s knees. “Rhee, may I?”

“Sandy, you may assume, unless I indicate otherwise, that you may suck Our Man’s cum out of my pussy. We all know you want it, and, most of the time, you’re welcome to it from any of your husband’s girlfriends’ pussies.”

Mom let out a low moan, then began cleaning Rhee and the table. She started with a couple drops that had oozed onto the table, then lifted her head to plaster it on Rhee’s crotch, both Carol and Heather videoing. Once Mom finished, Dad and I returned to the kitchen to complete interrupted tasks in dinner prep, Heather following shortly thereafter.

When Rhee finally returned, she picked up her phone and tapped for a short while. The subsequent sound indicated that she had sent a text, and that sound was immediately followed by the incoming text sounds on Heather’s and my phones. I picked up my phone to see a group text to the Go5:

“I just got tabled; both kit and din; need more of someone’s editing time.”

It took less than a minute for responses, with Liya sending, “Fu-ucckkkk” along with some skyrocket bursts and Gracey replying, “Happy 4U; when’s my turn?” along with a grin.

October 22, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

The adults headed off to a matinee and dinner together.

Since it was a really nice day, I asked Rhee and Heather, “Interested in an ice cream and window shopping?”

“Sure,” Rhee answered, “particularly if you’ll wear ‘those’ shorts.”

Heather exclaimed, “Yes! Let’s do that and be a bit risqué!”

I could feel my face heat a bit, but said, “I’ll wear ‘em if I get to pick the clothes for one of you. No, for Rhee.”

Rhee grinned at me and nodded.

“Okay. You have to wear the shirt I got you with ... your very shortest skirt. And no undies.”

Rhee was nodding her head until I added the final bit, at which she elevated both eyebrows.

“You know I won’t be able to sit without flashing the place.”

I nodded, then said, “If Katie’s not there, we can eat cones while window shopping. If she’s there, then we’ll figure something out.”

“Okay. I’ll do it, but Heather has to wear her tiny shorts and the top you got her. Is that okay, Heather?”

“Okay. Are you sure you don’t want me to wear the top that Liya made me?”

“Personally, I love to see you in that top, but it might be over the ... top to wear it in public, except, maybe, at a beach somewhere. However, it’s not that I would mind all that much showing you off. It’s just that that top makes me want to run my hands under it and play with your pretty little titties.”

Heather and I laughed, then the three of us headed upstairs to don racy apparel, with no underwear of any sort in the plan.

In our room, I said to Heather, “I’ll let you pick the top I wear.”

“Are you sure? If it were up to me, you’d go topless.” When I nodded, she said, “The narrow fuchsia tube top.”

My face went pink as I said, “Ohhh-ww.”

I inhaled deeply, then nodded. I dressed Rhee, she dressed Heather, and Heather dressed me.

As we headed out, Mr. Jacobsen waved at us, so Heather made us detour.

“Hi, Mr. Jacobsen! We’re heading to get ice cream, again.”

“You don’t think that you’re overdressed, do you?”

Heather laughed and replied, “Rhee nixed the even skimpier outfits. I’m glad you agree with me.”

She then grinned her incredible grin with those sparkling blue eyes. He actually recoiled a bit from the effect.

“Wow! You’re amazing, Heather. Wonderful freckles, spectacular blue eyes. Just amazing.”

Heather took the three steps to Mr. Jacobsen and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging him.

“You’re one of the nicest men. And you live next door to the other nicest man. How did that happen?”

He didn’t know what to do at first, but surreptitiously inhaled, then put his arms around her. She maintained the hug for about 15 seconds, then gently stepped back, looking up into his eyes.

“Thanks, Mr. Jacobsen. You made my day. Not even ice cream can top that.”

“I’m honored,” he said, “to be ahead of ice cream in your affections,” and then grinned at her. “Enjoy your walk and the ice cream.”