Chapter 230

June 21, 2018 (Thursday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

I woke this morning with a new lover, one in whom I had been interested for a while, but had never truly considered our connection to be likely. When she snuggled deeply into me, I moaned softly in pleasure.

“I never knew.” She sighed and continued, “I now understand why sex is so popular.”

“Loving is so much better with two than it is with only one.”

Mia went quiet for minutes, but I waited while gently rubbing her until she stated, “We should probably talk about this.”

“Yes.”

“I know this is obvious, but I should state it, anyway. You have ... I don’t know how many ... l-l-lovers. You’ve created a family here, a family built on love, friendship, and ... a bunch of smart ... females, each of whom would do whatever she could or needed to do to make the LA a ... success.”

I considered suggesting what I thought would be Mia’s next sentence but managed to keep that behind my teeth.

“How and where can I find ... my place in ... that life?”

“Mia, I thought there’d never be anything larger than the Go5, that is, Rhee, Gracey, Liya, Heather, and me. I ... didn’t understand, not truly, why and how we kept adding girls. Despite that I would have argued fervently even just a few weeks ago that Rache’s explanation of the LA is wrong, I’ve come to realize that she was probably right. Women I trust, women I love have told me that I’m ... on something of a mission to ... rescue girls who need a new life, a ... new set of opportunities. Unfortunately, they’ve also told me that I can’t save everyone, I can’t even help everyone, and that makes me so sad, sometimes.

“Mia, I’ve been a little worried about you for much of the season. I did not think that your ... lack of production this year relative to last year and what should have been your increasing level of ability on the pitch was all that critical, but it concerned me. What we found when you joined us last weekend was not at all what I expected. I also did not expect that what we could do for your problem, which was more serious than I anticipated, would have such a simple ... not the solution, but a way to get you to a better mental state.

“I love what we did last night, and part of my mind thinks we shouldn’t have done that. Mia, I worry that I’ve just sort of fixed one problem only to introduce another and with that one having potential for more damage than the previous problem was causing.”

[For much of the following conversation, Mia was very tentative and her sentences had many, many pauses for either thought or embarrassment or both, most of which I have deleted in the telling, below.]

“Beth, shut up. I’ll never think that last night was not worth it. This week has been about the best of my life and what we shared was the single most wonderful thing I’ve ever done.

“Beth, I’ve watched you make love with a large number of the girls, including Brett, in the LA. Last night I watched you make love with your dad. This week, I’ve watched you, as a girl not much past her 15^th birthday, organize and lead an amazing set of girls, most of whom are older than you, live a life I could not imagine before I arrived here last Saturday. You proposed a crazy plan and offered your family to me, just to enable me to figure out more about my sexuality than I had managed in the months that I’ve struggled with it.

“Beth, I understand that there is zero chance that you’ll ever have a loving and sexual relationship involving just a single individual, but, while it might be nice, I doubt that I could deal at all well with the entirety of your love. It would overwhelm me.

“Beth, I want in. I want into what you’ve created. I want to occupy a place in your heart, and I’ve wanted that last bit for nearly a year, but in some fashion that I couldn’t understand ... until this week, until yesterday.

“Beth, last night was the best of my life, but I’d have been very happy with just Heather ... or Heather and you. As Rhee said last night, I could never have all of you, despite my ... nebulous hopes for that before seeing your life more fully.

“Beth, I was incredibly turned on watching Lana with Brett and Jim, many times thinking while I was watching something I’d never previously considered that I might like to be in Lana’s place sometime in my future. I was also incredibly turned on watching you and your dad tell each other how very much you love each other, using your bodies to get those messages across ... and wishing I could be in your place sometime in my future. I already knew that girls turned me on before I arrived here, but now I know that not only is my desire for girls not a horrible thing but that I have a wider interest in sex than I was afraid I had just last week.

“Beth, we’re good. I want you as often as I can have you because I ... th-think I love you. Maybe that’s sex, but I believe it’s not, primarily because I felt the same way last week before I had any good understanding of how wonderful good sex can be. I can wait for membership until the other girls are more accepting of me, and understand the reasons ... the many reasons I want in. And, Beth, I want you ... now.”

I glanced at the clock: 6:48. More than enough time.

When we stepped into the basement shower holding hands, joining about half of the LA, we were each enveloped. I saw that Brett was part of the group that had created a Mia-centered scrum and experienced a bit of uncertainty.

A whispered, “Stop it, Beth,” caused me to look down into Heather’s eyes. When she saw my puzzlement, she shook her head, exhaled noisily in what I recognized as annoyance, and told me, “Just stop it. Brett is very happy for you and for Mia. Quit underestimating him. First, he’s given you very little reason to do so and, second, you demean him when you do it. As one or two of us have told you before, you must expect the best from him, like you do from all the rest of us. Beth, he’s one of the girls, and you wouldn’t do that to anyone else in the LA.”

Behind me, Rhee agreed, “What Heather said. Hasn’t Brett proven himself to you? Hasn’t he had little problem with you screwing your dad into the couch? Didn’t he just ... and not only willingly, but excitedly ... share Lana’s pussy with Jim, shoving his cock into Jim’s cum inside Lana’s pussy? She and you are the two girls he loves the most. He loves the rest of us a lot, but none of us has anywhere near as much of his heart as you two do, and he’s had no problem sharing you with our guys. And you know that he shares you two with lots and lots of other girls. So, as Heather told you, stop it.”

With my eyes closed, I tried to figure out why both times I’d been spanked by my sister-wife-lovers for not trusting Brett was in this shower.

“I know, Rhee, I know. I don’t know where my head goes. He’s never given me a single reason to doubt his love, to doubt his commitment. However, he’s the only person who’s ever broken my heart. I understand that he was only 7 at the time, but I lived with that heartbreak for more than seven years. It’s hard, sometimes, because it’s just so ... glorious, now, and it would hurt so much more, now.”

Heather hissed, “Brett will never break your heart again, but you could certainly break his. Just continue not extending your fullest trust to him. He’ll never leave your side unless you push him away with all your strength.”

My concentration on the difficult conversation I was having was broken by sounds that I had only recently learned, the sounds of Mia greatly enjoying herself. I looked over my right shoulder and my eyes flew open wide. I responded by forging through the girls surrounding me to stand in front of Mia leaning against the north shower wall, Lana on her knees, her face in Mia’s crotch, and Brett kissing her with his right hand fondling Mia’s left breast.

Loud enough to be easily heard over the showerheads and the sounds emanating from Mia’s mouth, I said, “You two better treat my new lover right or there’ll be Hell to pay!”

After pushing Brett’s face from hers, but with her eyes still closed in pleasure, Mia panted, “They... [pant, pant] ... asked and I wanted it. Since I know you trust them, I told them they could do ... oh, fuck ... c-could do anything to me other than ... ohhh-hnnhh ... interc-course. Oh, fuck, this is ... incredible. Oh, god. Thanks, Beth!”

Rhee grabbed me from behind, twirled my body around, and pulled me tightly into her arms as I began sobbing, although I tried like Hell to keep that sobbing as quiet as possible while I tore into myself for my distrust. I also wondered why I found it so difficult to fully trust Brett just because of some stupid misunderstanding at a ridiculously young age.

When I lurched toward ... the action, Rhee tightened her hold and whispered, “No. You may not partake. This is their bonding time with our new proto-wife.”

That slapped my brain into working order.

“Proto-wife?”

“What else could she be? She’s more than acceptable to most or all of us and she needs our help here at Girls-In-Trouble-R-Us. Beth, it became obvious to us before last night that you had become too personally involved in ... her case, as it seemed that you had not picked up on so many things regarding Mia. One, she was crazy about you. Two, she was probably at least somewhat in love with you. Three, no matter the criterion, she fits here.”

A little more quietly, Rhee added, “We understand that she’s been here less than five full days and that we’re usually slow to confirm new LA members, but she fits here much more obviously and completely than it appeared Kai did when we voted her in. Granted, that was provisional, but it may be time to begin thinking about making that permanent. I’ll just about guarantee that if we offer Mia membership soon, she’ll turn it down. If she does, it’ll be because she knows we’d never voted anyone in to either the Gang or the LA in as little time as the Fahrad girls had been here, much less how little time Mia has. Obviously, we can’t vote her in over her objection, but I’m sure there’s a place for her here. Besides, now that we’re sure, once we get Katherine here, our little group of black-haired cuties and beauties might so sway your mind that we could take over the LA and kick you out on your posterior!”

I could not help it. I snorted, then chuckled as I turned within Rhee’s arms and tried to pull myself bodily into Rhee’s body.

“God, I love you, Rhee. Thanks for being my life ring.”

I stayed in her tight embrace for another minute before Mia made us aware that she was climbing to orgasm, so I turned within Rhee’s arms again to watch what I could see, which was too many girls between Mia and me. I could see the back side of Brett’s head as he had his face still or again attached to hers, but there were too many wet girl-backs between us to see anything else.

I made a vow to myself always to think twice or even thrice anytime I had even the most minor of doubts about Brett. While I did not vow to enjoy it, I did suddenly think that I was greatly looking forward to Mia making love with Brett.

Mia is not at all loud when orgasming. In fact, I could not hear her over the showerheads and the general noise created by so many people in the shower. However, I could see when her orgasm hit, as she pulled Brett hard into her chest by pulling on his back with both arms.

I was still within Rhee’s embrace, my back to her front, when Mia returned to lucidity. I saw her eyes find me, and I saw her wade through the girls separating us. Once she was through them, she threw herself into me. Rhee’s arms opened and mine accepted Mia into my embrace, after which Rhee used her hands to pull Mia as tightly into me as she could manage.

“Oh, god, thanks, Beth! This has already been the very best morning ever, which followed immediately after the very best night ever!”

She plastered her mouth to mine. While the kiss felt wonderful, again, it broke down due to Mia’s lack of experience and knowledge, and she pulled away.

“I guess I need to get Lana to teach me kissing.”

As we were drying, Celeste entered the bathroom saying, “If we’re going to be at Armoire at 9:00, we need to get breakfast into each of you and get going.” She looked at Mia and stated, “Welcome deeper into our life.”

Having picked up the young girls on the way, we arrived at Armoire’s back door in three vehicles with 22 girls of various ages and sexes, three coolers of food and drinks, and various implements of destruction: Brooms, mops, towels, and garbage bags. Since Liya had given Katherine a five-minute warning, she was standing outside, the back door chocked open, when we pulled up. She assisted us in bringing everything inside, closed the door, and initiated a round of hugs, beginning with me.

As she worked through us, I was waiting by Mia when Katherine arrived there, and her eyes rounded.

“Katherine, I know you’ve seen her, but we were remiss in not introducing her on Tuesday. Please forgive us.”

“No harm, no foul. That was an emotional day.”

“In that case, please meet Mia Abernathy, a teammate and friend of ours who is spending some time with us trying to find her place in the world and one of the girls I mentioned when last we were here. Mia, this is our good friend Katherine Couture, the owner of Armoire d’Amour, but please keep that last bit under your hat. Katherine, Mia knows virtually everything about the LA, so you need not curtail your actions or speech on her account.”

Katherine called out loudly, “Listen up.” When she had everyone’s attention, she said, “Alyssa’s on the floor and we’ll head out there, but I wanted to let you know something important. Since the store will be getting an insurance payout for all the stock that we will not be able to sell due to both water and fire damage, we would need to discard all those items. However, despite that I cannot sell anything in that settlement, there’s nothing that says I cannot give them away. So, if there’s anything in the damage area that any of you want, please feel free to take it.”

There was much rejoicing.

“We’ve already got a pile of such items through which you may sort. I think we can allow an hour or two for everyone to sort through it and look through the rest of the area of damage. The zone impacted by the sprinklers includes a bit of the foundation department... including the line of bras that some of you like so much. Alyssa is more than willing to help anyone who would be interested in looking into new bras. That area also included some of the more risqué tops and dresses.”

There was even more rejoicing.

“I suspect that the ... asshole specifically chose that area of the store.”

Maren stated loudly, “I suggest swimming-pool rules if some of us are going to be trying on bras.”

Celeste responded, “I agree. Everyone, the floor is hereby under mixed-sex swimming-pool rules for, at least, the morning.”

Katherine sidled up to me and asked, “Swimming-pool rules?”

“The young girls with breasts are generally not permitted to go topless at home in Brett’s presence. We relax that for the pool.”

“Of course, you have a pool.”

I shrugged with my hands palm up as Celeste called out, “Let’s head to the floor with anyone wanting to look into bras gathering in that section, and we’ll get Alyssa’s expert help.”

Katherine and I chatted about a few housekeeping items, then went to the floor ... to find most of the girls topless.

“I should have known.”

Katherine responded, “What? That some would truly be interested in looking into better bras and with the rest taking advantage of the others being topless to be closer to their typical clothing state?”

“Yes. They’re like little kids; we just can’t keep them in their clothes.”

Katherine grinned, then said, “Neither Alyssa nor I will mind that one bit.”

“Yes, I’m aware of that. However, being topless will get many to consider doffing other clothing items and if even one decides to do so, the floor will be full of naked girls, although we do have a hard-and-fast rule about Brett’s and the young girls’ pelvises being unclad in the presence of the other.”

Katherine gazed into my eyes and replied, “Again. Neither of us would object to that. All the shades are drawn, and the doors are locked. I suspect, though, that if there are many naked girls around her, Alyssa may need a surreptitious visit to a bathroom.”

I responded, “And that’s not something to which any of us would object, even if she were loud.”

“May I tell her that?”

“Certainly.”

I had a little daydream wondering about how Alyssa would respond to her boss telling her that she could send herself to Nirvana while on the clock. I watched from five rows away as Katherine told her exactly that; as Alyssa’s face went red; I headed over there.

Alyssa chopped off what she was saying as I approached, so I told her, “None of us would mind, Alyssa. Not at all. We don’t know you very well, but we know you well enough. I have little doubt that you’ll find yourself working among a horde of naked and semi-naked girls, and I know what that does to me.”

Katherine added, “This is something like hazardous-conditions pay. I won’t be paying you extra, but you may claim that perk today, if you wish, and I don’t mind that at all.”

Her face went even redder, but she stared into my eyes for many seconds, then slowly nodded.

“Now,” Katherine finished, “you’ve got many bra customers awaiting your assistance.”

As Alyssa began heading to the bras, I softly asked Katherine, “May I give you a ... hazardous-conditions perk if I keep it short?”

“Oh, god. Yes.”

Seven of the girls found new bras with Alyssa’s help, and she did have to put up with some of them being fully naked, such that I was afraid at one point that she’d hyperventilate while she was dealing with Mia.

Maren asked, “Are you okay, Alyssa?”

When Alyssa stammered, I calmly said, “Mare, do you recall what you told us about a certain conversation you and Civ had with your parents? The one about...”

Maren asked, “About ages?”

When I nodded, she furrowed her brow shortly before her eyes rounded and she swiveled quickly to look at Alyssa. Mare’s face went red.

“I’m not saying that’s the reason.” I turned to Alyssa and said, “Please understand that we don’t know what your sexual preferences are other than females, and that we’re not concerned about your preferences whether they’re mainstream acceptable or not. We live in a glass house, ourselves.”

Carefully, and with a pink face, Alyssa asked, “Are you saying that ... in a hypothetical situation in which I were interested in ... illicit aspects of sex ... that it would not cause you concern?”

“Correct, unless the ... ages were very inappropriate or if something less than completely free will were involved. We have some experience with the last if you recall Brit’s situation. We draw a hard line at 14, but we also understand that ... people vary greatly in their ... readiness for sex, in their ... mental ability to treat sex as serious, and who fully understand the ramifications resulting from sex.

“Alyssa, we’re sure that Maren and Civia, particularly Civ, would treat sex seriously, even at their young ages, and Brett has even told Civ that he thinks she has the mental chops to deal with sexual relationships better than some or many girls older than us. We certainly see that in high school with a girl in our grade last year – ninth! – getting pregnant. Despite that we’re sure Civ could handle it, we do not permit her to have her pelvis uncovered around Brett and do not permit Brett to have an uncovered pelvis around the young girls. Had we been like our unfortunate classmate, we’d have dived into intercourse early this year, because our guy is very sexy and we all wanted him.”

“All?”

I furrowed my brow, then asked, “Didn’t we have a conversation that touched on that? It doesn’t matter. Every one of us except for the young girls has been intimate with Brett for a few months. We’ve spent much of this month introducing everyone to intercourse. We have a very large and very unusual marriage. Of course, our marriage is unsanctioned, but that’s how we look at it. Each of us girls is married to Brett and ... to each other. There are no sexual boundaries in the sexual portion of our group.”

I turned back to Mare and told her, “Why don’t you tell Alyssa what we told you might happen had we all begun having intercourse with Brett in February or March?”

Mare looked at Alyssa and said, “We’d probably have multiple pregnancies and official interest in the group which could be horrible for their parents because the parents have supported all of us in our own house. Of course, Beth also said that if we were so irresponsible as to partake of unprotected sex, their parents would not have given us a house, nor supported so many.”

Alyssa gazed at Mare, then looked up at me, and stated, “Yes, that makes sense.” She breathed deeply a few times, then added, “Since you’ve been so open with me, I’ll be the same with you. I’m interested in females, as I said, but your ... group completely encompasses, age-wise, my main sexual interest. I’ll also tell you, and I’m not looking for sympathy or a roll in the hay, that all of you turn me on and I greatly enjoy it when you show up, and not only for the interesting conversation we usually have.” She exhaled strongly, then added, “I’ve never had sex with a guy, but I do think Brett is pretty amazing.”

Maren jumped in with, “Yes, Brett is very attractive, but you should see Beth’s and Civ’s fathers. They’re really handsome and they’re such great guys. Since my mom unofficially married Civ’s parents, I now have the only even reasonable father I’ve ever had – of three, and he’s wonderful in that role. Civ has known Beth’s whole family well for almost a year, and she thinks of Beth’s parents as her second set of parents, and Charlie is ... He’s the most incredible guy I know, and that’s saying something considering how wonderful Civ’s dad is.”

Mare got a look on her face so I waited for her, and what she said greatly surprised me.

“Alyssa, we’re probably going to be naked or mostly so here for the rest of the day. Nobody would object if you joined us in that state. I don’t tell you that because I want to see you naked, but because we know how all of us like living naked. I don’t know how you live, but we’d not at all mind if you spent the day here with us naked. Brett would never say or do anything.” A smirky smile crawled onto her face and she added, “Of course, you might have to worry about Lana or Heather seriously checking you out.” She stuck her nose up into the air and finished, “They have no shame.”