Chapter 11

Sunday, 26 August 2018

There was a note on the kitchen table when I got home that told me Dad was running various shopping errands today and that he’d be home around 5:00. That enables me to decompress and take in this past weekend ... before he returns.

The weekend was ... WOW! Perhaps the craziest part, sex-wise, at least for me, was Brett showing me what it was like to be fucked hard solely to drive me to an orgasm. And he did it in the breakroom at Armoire d’Amour, with two of the Armoire staff there and watching. I find it crazy that I’d never had intercourse before last Tuesday, but that Brett has given me seven orgasms! I might try to keep track of that statistic. Goddess, I’m crazy about him. I don’t know if I’m in love with him, but I suspect I could get there. Oh, yeah. The LA girls said that they want to get the two of us more time together because we’re both feeling some strong feelings for each other. Let me repeat that. Those girls, who have two “husbands,” one of whom is Brett, WANT me to have more time with him so that we can figure out if we’re in love or if we might come to be in love. They WANT the two of us to have more one-on-one sexual time. They WANT the two of us to spend more nights together. And I want him more than enough to WANT to take them up on their offer! And I told them that I’ll take any time with him I can get. Seamus is a great guy, but there’s some part of me that focuses more sharply on Brett, that wants him so very fucking much.

Many aspects that might define the LA are rubbing off on ... at least, many of the team, including me! Goddess, that was a good orgasm Brett gave me at Armoire! I wonder what Dad will think when I tell him about it. That’s something that the guys, Beth, and I discussed, and I convinced them that Dad wouldn’t tell anyone. Of course, who could he tell, considering that he’s already had sex with three very underage girls, not that any of us are or will hold that over his head. We want him to be The Team’s go-to guy for sex.

Kota. She led us very well this weekend, but she was freaking crazy there. Every ... single ... sex ... aspect the LA introduced to us, Kota wanted. While I don’t think she’s gotten truly more attractive, the bright light that she is continues to shine brighter and brighter as she becomes more and more confident of her place in the world. I admit that this analysis of her is not entirely mine, but I did have a part in analyzing her and her growing abilities this weekend.

I wish we could have a TT weekend here this coming weekend, but Kota thinks we should hold off on all of us asking our parents for weekends for a bit, so we don’t overwhelm those parents with requests to stay over at various other houses, such as mine, too many times. We already need to have a sleepover before the first day of school so we can do the sari thing; that is, all of us soccer players at Central wear saris at school that day. Fortunately, the first day of school, at least at Central, is mostly useless. At least, it certainly was last year. Hopefully, the TT girls – at least those who go to Central – can pull that off.

When Dad got home, he walked in with two large bags and said, “Good. You’re home. I need some help. Put something on ... or not.”

I decided on the latter option (except for shoes) and followed him to the car. The trunk was open and I could see many, many bags awaiting being schlepped into the house. Most bags held groceries, but there were some fancy bags, too. When I reached to look in one of them, Dad lightly smacked my hand and said, “Ah-ah. Once we get the groceries put up, then you can inspect the contents of the other bags, which I’ll be taking into the house.”

I turned to face him and then stuck my tongue out at him. He chuckled, ran a hand down my back to my ass, which he gripped and then lightly smacked, and grabbed the three interesting bags. I rolled my eyes at him, then hefted a few of our cloth grocery bags out of the trunk and headed back to the house. I do like that our backyard is very private, and I thought about that as I trudged inside.

“Dad, can we get a bed we could use outside?”

“You want outdoor sex?”

“Yeah, and I’ll tell you why once we’re settled.”

“Okee-dokee.”

As I followed him inside, I marveled – once again – at how much our relationship has changed recently, and all because I stood up for myself. Before that change, I might have nearly begged the LA girls to be allowed to stay with them more, both to avoid my father, who was being poopy, and also to grab more Brett time or, at least, some Seamus time. Come to think of it, he and I have not been more intimate than naked full-body hugs. Yes, those are very nice, but pale in comparison to intercourse-generated orgasms! I will have to remedy that situation at my next opportunity.

As I dropped the grocery bags on the kitchen table, Dad continued into some other part of the house with the other bags; I did another run out to the car. At least, I got to be naked for that. I must be a ... behavior-mimicking sponge ... or something. The LA, or parts thereof, introduced me to semi-sex with an audience. I now love that. The LA introduced me to general nudity. I now love that. The LA introduced me to lots of girls in a bed being sexual. I now love that. The LA introduced me to sex with guys. I now fucking adore that ... with the LA’s guys ... and my dad. On my second of three jaunts from car to house, I began getting turned on thinking about the upcoming sex with Dad. I didn’t know when it would come about, but it would happen this evening.

After closing the trunk of the car at the beginning of my third jaunt back to the house, I thought about where I’d put a bed in the backyard, a bed I’d put there specifically for outdoor sex. We might have to keep it in the garage, but that would mean cleaning out some space for it and cleaning the floor and, probably, the wall where it would live. More work. Yes, more work, but I now know that intercourse – particularly slow, involved, and loving intercourse – is worth the work put into making it happen. Besides, I’ve got to get Dad lots more practice, as he’s had only two days of sex after eight years of abstinence. I need to build up his stamina if the TT girls, much less the LA girls, are going to enjoy him. I smiled and nodded at myself as I entered the back door, closed, and locked it. Given how good Seamus and Brett are at sex, and the stamina they have, Dad needs to get a lot more practice in!

As I placed the final bags on the kitchen table, Dad said, “I’ve ordered pizza for dinner, as we’ve got stuff to do tonight. Let’s get the groceries put away before the pizza arrives.”

“Okay, Dad. Are you going to strip off and open the door to the pizza girl in the buff?”

“No. Not unless it would be one of your friends delivering the pizza.”

“Hah! Celeste, one of the LA girls, used to deliver for the place we like. I don’t think you’ve seen her, but she’s blonde and freaking gorgeous. I think you’ll love it when she takes you.”

Dad had a little heart palpitation at that, after which he said, “Honey, I ... freaking loved Friday morning. Are you going to keep doing that to me?”

“Yes. I know you love it and ... I now want to do that for more than just the girls. I ... now want to do that for you, Dad.”

“So, I can look forward to a few more girls doing that to me?”

“Dad, you need to prepare yourself, because there are 39 girls between the LA and TT, and I think every one of them will eventually take you.”

“Thir ... ty ... nine?!”

“Yes. I told you that you were going to have a lot of sex, and I meant it. All 39 girls know you’re available for the taking.”

“Because, of course, you announced that during your weekend.”

“Of course. However, six of those 39 are LA-underage, leaving you with only 33 who could take you this month.”

He looked into my eyes for quite a while, then said, “They don’t need to do that ... but ... if they do ... Holy fuck. You really want to do that?”