Beth 268 - 279

Chapter TWO HUNDRED SIXTY-EIGHT

August 7, 2018 (Tuesday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

I woke in darkness and pondered my existence. It was not long before the coming hole in my life made itself known ... but it seemed ... perhaps, not as deep. I felt ... very well rested and spent a minute or two trying to figure out what time it was when I conked out. The last time I recall was a bit after 8:00 and I seemed to recall me noticing that time on our big screen.

I asked myself, “Were you truly asleep before 8:30?”

I mentally shrugged at myself and began wondering what time it was, then. Memory returned about a feature of our screen, so peeked open an eye.

“Holy smokes,” I thought. “I got more than nine hours of sleep! No wonder I feel ... better.”

I thought about that descriptor for a bit and decided that it was ... adequate. I looked over to where I thought I remember Seamus setting up shop. He was where I thought he was and still had both young girls tucked into him in sleep. I gazed at them for a while ... wishing for the ... umpteenth time that Civ was even just a year older. That made me ponder ... the reaction she had to the photo of Seamus’ butt and Meka’s breasts. After some time, a time during which I might have catnapped without realizing it, I hoped that Civ would always be able to allay with photos – rather than physical intimacy – her desire for her guy until next November. That got me thinking of her current situation, wrapped around her guy, her best friend wrapped around the other side of him. Perhaps sleeping with him – in the original sense – would also be of benefit. I made a point to watch her carefully this morning.

I probably drifted in and out of awareness for a bit, until I heard someone climbing out of bed. Heather, as expected. I carefully worked out of the bed to join her in the bathroom.

I stated a bright response to her cheerier-than-yesterday’s grunt, “G’morning.”

When she finished, she stepped out of her stall, pushed the door of mine open, then said, “I wonder when Seamus got to sleep. I was out almost immediately.”

“The last I saw, he was rubbing Civ’s head and Mare’s back, both girls asleep in his arms.”

“Do you remember when we were trying to get to a place where we could get Brett as our ... husband?” When I nodded, she asked, “Do you remember how many times we asked ourselves, ‘Could he be any more perfect for us?’”

I chuckled and replied, “Yes. I thought something very similar this morning when I saw Seamus curled with the girls. With the ... physical proximity during sex he allowed with Brett on Sunday and his perfect response to ... everything yesterday, I asked myself that this morning.”

“I think Meka’s decision to offer him membership was correct. I wasn’t perfectly positive about it when she offered it. I seconded it despite some niggling little questions, but I’m sold, now, and I’d third, fourth, and fifth that proposal today.”

“I heard that,” Meka’s voice drifted in from the hallway just ahead of her body. “I was pretty sure it was the right decision at the time but was even more sure in Katherine’s bed on Sunday. Now, with what he did for everyone yesterday, it’s looking like a no-brainer.”

Since he would drive anyway to allay any suspicions about him if he arrived at practice with us, Seamus told us he would go first to the practice pitch in case any of the girls showed up there. He arrived as we were still stretching with an embarrassed Smythe. I saw him count girls, then lower his shoulders in apparent relief that we were all now at the correct pitch.

After the typical start-of-practice activities, a few walk-through practices of a new play Lissa and Rathi had conceived, and a couple of full-speed iterations, Coach adjourned practice to the locker room and ostentatiously locked the door. Clothes started flying.

When everyone was down to undies, including Coach, she said, “Everyone knows that Meka’s dad, Jim, is probably on his last legs, and that practice yesterday was something of a bummer. Yes?”

When she got numerous nods and verbal agreements, she asked, “Can anyone come up with a way to help our sad teammates elevate their mood a little?”

Rathi immediately called out loudly, “Family scrum on the LA, and move ‘em to the center!”

The scrum took longer to materialize due to the team having to make sure all LA members were in the middle, but it still took less than 15 seconds before we were a clump of undies-clad teammates all hugging each other, with Coach on the outside edge hugging herself to Parkinson and Zahira.

While on that outside edge, Coach said quietly, but loudly enough for us all to hear, “One of the reasons that this team is so good, the league champion, and on our way to state this weekend, is that the team is family. We care about our family-teammates. We care whether they’re happy or not, and if they’re not, we try to make them feel at least a little bit better. This is one of those times. Some of our family members are hurting because one of their family members is dying. We can’t replace Jim Johnson’s loss, but we can be there for our family, to hug and to hold, in hopes that the family’s care and solidarity will help them through the trying times to come, and please be aware that those trying times will not end soon.

“Rathi’s and Dakota’s instigation of our undies-only locker-room rules came at an opportune time. The team is now even closer, and our hopes and concerns for our sad teammates may have extra power as they wade through the days trying to keep their spirits up for the struggle the team has coming up this weekend. Remember, we’re all standing here in our underwear as a sign of solidarity with our family, our team. With our family, we can overcome the simple problems of winning the state championship and we can help soothe our family members’ minds as they face a more difficult struggle. Please know that I treasure each of you and all of you for how you’ve played this season, but, more, how you’ve learned to like each other, love each other as family.”

No one left the scrum for nearly ten minutes, when Coach said, “I know few of you really worked up much of a sweat, but take a team shower, anyway. Feel the happiness of making your shower partner happy by scrubbing her back, then feel the same happiness in yourself when she returns the favor. But don’t dawdle ... too much.” She then surprised us all by asking, “Who’s my partner?”

There was much rejoicing, and Liya quickly modified her spreadsheet, then announced, “Shower partners are ... Cera and Haven, Civ and Zala, Abby and Gracey, Kim and Lissa, Lana and Tonda, Taylor and Crewe, Char and Zahira, Coach and Dakota.”

That caused a cheer from Dakota, so I looked at Coach to see her rolling her eyes.

Liya continued with, “Padme and Heather, Rhee and Mia, Sophia and Marli, Brit and Beth, Smythe and Kanda, Mila and Mare, and Rathi and Parkinson.”

Coach pulled me aside as everyone was boarding the vehicles who needed a ride to the practice pitch for either walking home or getting picked up by someone whose trip was much shorter there than the game pitch.

“This may not be something that ... concerned you, but I wanted you to know why I joined the shower today.”

When I began objecting that it was none of my business, she said, “No, Beth. You’re the captain, and one of your charges is looking after all your teammates. What if I had been a male coach?” I lowered my eyelids in minor pain, and she said, “Yes. See. It’s important. In fact, very important. I’ve already told ... no, hinted at my sexual orientation, and if I know you, you tucked that away in your memory.” When I nodded, she added, “Thus, the problem is the same, whether I’m a heterosexual male coach or a lesbian female coach. I will also admit to you that the team is quite attractive, however, I have more than enough willpower not to cross any truly important lines.

“I joined you today, and I’ll join the team at least once more this season, almost certainly in the shower after our last game, whichever that is, for an important team reason.”

“You want us to know that you’re ... not unaffected by how close the team is, that you truly like us as that team.”

She nodded and said, “That’s most of it, but not all of it. What do you think will ... occur in the team’s last shower. Think hard and carefully, but don’t say anything.”

When I nodded at her, I semi-asked, “It won’t be sex.”

“No, it won’t be, but it’s something that would need my oversight, just in case, but I couldn’t just decide to join you in that shower.”

I gazed into her eyes for a while, then nodded and told her, “I believe I understand, and I agree.”

She smiled at me and said, “Good. Between us, we can keep the one thing that could ... and probably would get out from occurring. Thanks, Beth, for your ... outstanding maturity and thinking ability. Please try to get your ... family something fun to do today to take their minds, even if only sporadically and briefly, off their coming loss.”

“We will. Crewe is visiting with us today and sleeping over, and we’ve got a fun activity planned for tomorrow.”

“Good. See you here on Thursday.”

Crewe was happy to be in the compound, but she was surprised when Seamus came in the front door with Heather and Civ after they had run a minor grocery errand. When we all gathered in the kitchen while Civ and Heather put the few groceries away, she frowned when Seamus was still with us.

“Emma, since you’ll be with us regularly, you need to know that Seamus joined the LA on Sunday.”

Her eyebrows flew up to her hairline in surprise, then she hesitantly got out, “And ... he’s ... sexual with you?”

“He is. Would that be or is it a problem for you?”

“Umm, no-o-o.”

Rhee asked, “You seem unsure about that. Are you?”

“No, but...” She inhaled slowly and deeply once, then said, “You ... know one of the ... non- ... umm ... primary reasons I want to be here. Don’t you?”

“We presume you have an interest in sex. Yes?”

Her face went scarlet, but she stared straight into Rhee’s eyes and nodded twice.

I asked, “I know this is a tough subject to discuss ... with anyone, however, you should know that ... Seamus has been in ... the same situation at Armoire that you were.”

I could see understanding strike in Seamus’ eyes, but not in Emma’s, and I was about to say something, but Seamus beat me to it.

“Emma, the girls thought that, unlike Dakota and Kanda, who wound up not being able to be here today, you would react to various news we have for you differently than D&K would. They didn’t tell me any details, nor did they come right out and say it, but I inferred that you’ve been naked in the breakroom at Armoire. Don’t tell me you have or you haven’t, but if you have, it might make it easier on you to know that I’ve been naked there more than once.” He waited a couple of beats, then added, “And Alyssa was the one to make me naked.”

Emma squeaked, “She did?!”

“Yes. She even put me into the ... panty that I tried on the day before our last regular-season game so I could be in undies in the locker room.”

A saucer-eyed Emma asked, “She ... You ... let her ... do that ... with you?”

“I did. Do you know why I did?” When she shook her head hard, he told her, “Because I wanted to prove to the LA that I ... was worthy of being an LA member.” When Emma’s eyes went huge, again, he said, “And that has nothing to do with what you want here. I figured out a lot of things about the LA and what I figured out made me want to be part of it. I ... love or like all the girls, but I thought I had figured out Brett’s ... place in the LA, and if I was right about that, I wanted a place with them like his.”

He breathed deeply a few times, then finished with, “I had no idea, then, of how things actually work here. However, the ... not ploy, more like stratagem I came up with worked very well and I’m now a full LA member. While I’m willing to tell you what the stratagem was, you should know that it’s probably one that wouldn’t work for you ... or most any girl. I offered to allow them to make me naked whenever and wherever they wanted.”

Emma’s face went red, her eyes grew even larger, and she glanced around at various of us. However, I could see when she shifted from reacting to thinking, so I was not surprised by what she said.

“They have lots of naked girls, so I could offer them nothing they don’t have in that vein. But a naked boy is very different.” She obviously thought of another facet, as her eyes rounded, and she then asked, “Are you going to be naked while I’m here?”

Seamus smiled at her, then replied, “When they voted me in, Meka said that my promise to allow them to make me naked whenever was no longer needed. However, I asked them to please continue to do that, and they agreed. That may be something of seemingly unimportant difference, since I could be naked here anytime ... at least, when they declared naked days. However, I wanted... them in charge of my clothed condition, as during the time they were making me naked so much, I realized that I really loved that, both being naked and them making me naked.”

She stated, “I assume that something about company being present could ... impinge on that.”

“Yes, and that’s why I’m talking to you about this. I must ask you if you would ... object to me being naked when you’re here, either just this time or anytime. More personally, I don’t know if you have respect for me as an assistant coach, but I’d like...”

“Yes. I do. You helped me so much with ... learning how to be a midfielder, and you did it so nicely and so thoroughly. You’re one of the best coaches I’ve ever had, because not only did you teach me so much about positioning, reactions, and strategy, but you were really nice about it, and didn’t get upset when I didn’t understand something a bit tricky the first time. I respect you a lot, and I see, now, that you worry about me losing respect for you if you’re naked here. Seamus, those two things have nothing to do with each other. I’m very thankful for your help on the team whether you’re naked or not, but I’d ... not at all mind seeing you naked whenever I’m here.”

Emma turned red on the last part of that but got it all out without hurrying or stuttering over it and kept her eyes on his.

“I hope you’re sure about all of that, because they insist on making me naked in front of everyone present, even company, so long as company agrees that I can be naked with her, him, or them.”

Even though Meka had skipped practice to stay with Jim, she joined us during the tennis-crowd turning of heads back-and-forth following the conversation as Seamus and Emma volleyed responses to each other.

Meka loudly called, “Everyone, front and center!”

Emma looked confused, so I stepped over to her and said, “That’s our rally call, like it is for Coach. Unlike for Coach, we have differing versions of that for the occasional need to call someone, but for a conversation that will probably be private.”

She nodded in understanding as distant sisters began appearing. After the last, Liya, arrived, Meka said, “We have company for an unveiling, and I suspected you perverts would all want to witness it.” There was much snickering until Meka said, “Emma, as our guest, you have the power to appoint Seamus’ declothingator or in layman’s terms, stripper. You can either pick a particular member of the LA or... [Heather provided a drumroll with her hands on one of the cabinets] ... you can choose to declothingify him yourself. What is your choice?”

“God, I love how you girls do things! Heather was ready to give the drumroll that Meka expected but knew not who would provide it. I think that aspect of the LA ... that you all know each other so well that one of you can simply expect something to happen, and someone else provides it on time ... is wonderful.” She looked to Seamus and asked, “Would it upset you if ... I ... declothingify you myself?”

His face went a bit red, but he responded, “Not at all, however, you should be aware of what you’ll find when you do that.”

“I do. I can ... see your ... erection in your ... Taylor, if you call a single ... unit of underwear a panty, what do you call ‘pants?’”

“We’re not so fussed about that one, but Civ and Mare have recently been promoting ‘pant,’ so that’s what I’ll answer.”

Emma grinned, then said, “I do, Seamus. I can see your erection in your pant. You should know that I’ll... [pause of perfect comedic timing] ... still respect you in the morning.”

I was a bit dumbfounded at her knowing that comedic bit, but Tasha’s obviously been teaching her more than just nuts and bolts about sex. I elevated Emma a notch or two higher on the potential-LA-member scale.

He grinned at her, which made me suspect he knew the quip, too, then said, “I’m at your mercy.”

Emma stripped our new guy with a flourish, but with no real fondling. When some of us stripped off, she asked if she could join in.

“I’ll be ... nervous about it, but I like the idea, and I...” She breathed deeply while she closed then opened her eyes, then said, “I loved being naked at Armoire.”

Liya asked, “Do you no longer want us to consider you in the young-girl category?”

“Most of me wants that, so, yes, please, although I’ll be nervous about it for a while.”

Meka called out, “Naked Day in the compound!”

The young girls danced with glee in the spaces between removing one clothing item and the next. We took lunch to the pavilion. After lunch and cleanup, the young girls grabbed a few bottles of sunblock stashed in the pavilion and began rubbing it on each other.

“Are we going in the pool?”

I answered Emma, “If you want. However, you need to cover all exposed skin with waterproof sunblock ... which is not truly waterproof, particularly the way we horse around. We do a new application every 1.5 hours or so. Also, just so you know why we take Seamus away from the pool to do that for him is that we’re trying to get him used to sex and orgasming so that he’ll have better sexual stamina. Do you need that explained?”

With her face near scarlet, she answered, “Probably not. I interpret it to mean that he can ... last for a while. Does that mean that ... inexperienced guys lack such stamina, presumably because they have little experience with ... anyone but themselves?”

“Correct. They get very excited and orgasm much, much too quickly, sometimes almost immediately from what I understand.”

Her face went almost purple-red but asked, “Could I ... w-watch that?”

“That’s up to Seamus.”

“Oh, god.” He inhaled, then shook his head lightly and said, “Why not? I’m sure you’ll make me do sex with you girls today sometime and let her watch.”

I rolled my eyes at him, then told Emma, “You continue to get inside our guard. We still have no understanding of why we’re ... letting you in so deeply, see so much. Despite that, we’re finding it quite fun, and Coach admonished me to get my family doing something fun today.”

There was much snickering.

Meka said, “Young girls, you’ll have to turn around when we get to that point.”

“Okay, Meka,” replied Taylor.

We took Seamus to the middle of the yard and used three girls – Cera, Kim, and Gracey -- to apply sunblock to all of his skin. When everything was covered except for his penis, Meka told the young girls to look away for a bit, and the three girls took turns stroking his cock with sunblock until he orgasmed into the grass.

Heather then explained to both Emma and the young girls, “We put it on him when he’s erect to make sure all the skin is covered. If we made him orgasm, then immediately put the stuff on him, if he were to get erect ... and he always gets erect, then parts of that might be quite painful to him the next couple days and he’d be no good for sex, but, mainly, our guy would be hurting, and we don’t want that.”

Seamus asked, “Emma, how do you feel out here wearing nothing?”

“Wonderful. And I’m learning so much stuff ... from your wives when I’m here. I wouldn’t have thought about ... sunblock and ... pe-penises.”

We were rambunctious in the pool, everyone naked, with two guys sporting woodies. At one point, I just wanted to grab both of them, lead the guys to bed, and have them send me to Nirvana multiple times. What I did, instead, is get Civ off to a corner.

“You wanted Seamus to make love first with me. However, I want to make sure about your terminology. If you haven’t noticed, we’re already working on his stamina and I thought of a question, a very important question due to our being unsure of what you meant by your request for him to make love first with me.” When she nodded in understanding, “Does that include anytime his penis is in one of our vaginas, but he doesn’t cum?”

She looked into me for only a second or two, then began shaking her head and saying, “I meant a session where you’re the first to show him the ... soft-and-loving version of intercourse. That’s what I want him to have with you. The practice or instructional bits early in his sexual experience? No big deal. But I want him to know how to make love with me, and he damned well better be in love with you when he makes love for the first time!” She held up a hand when she apparently expected my response and said, “No, Beth. Even if he’s just practicing intercourse to understand and he’s just ... you know, moving back-and-forth inside someone’s vagina, that’s not what I want. I want you to teach him how to slow down and spend ... significant time making you both orgasm and, hopefully, he makes you cum at least twice before he cums. That’s what I want him to have most with you.”

“You ... want me to make love with, really tell him I love him ... at least somewhat how I love Brett and Charlie. Yes?” When she nodded once, I said, “I’d have to get into that headspace before I could do something like that.”

“That’s what I understand. Mom ... the Moms spent a few hours with Mare and me one time explaining the difference between ‘making love’ and all other sorts of intercourse. They said when done right, the two participants ... or three or whatever ... were using sex to tell the other or others that she loved her, him, or them. They said it can be playful and intense and fun and some other stuff, but that the goal for none of the participants was having an orgasm, instead it was for spending time with each other telling the person or people that he, she, or they were loved, that you or I or Mom was in love with the person or persons with whom you’re making love.”

Quietly, I said, “That’s exactly how I look at it ... and I’d have to be in that headspace to do that with Seamus.”

“Do you think you won’t fall in love with him?”

“I ... don’t know, but it seems highly unlikely that I won’t. He’s already more than we’d hoped he was when we started with him. He’s turned down sex with a girl because he either wasn’t ready, wasn’t in love, or both. I can’t imagine there are many high-school boys who would turn down free sex.”

“Exactly, Beth. Perhaps I’m somewhat blinded by my emotions, but I think we’ll ... all fall in love with him, and that’s not something that would bother me in the least. I’d be very happy to share Seamus like you so readily share Brett.

“Since I’ve got you here, I don’t know why that photo worked Sunday night at making me less jealous of his time with you girls, but it did. I don’t know. I ... I think it’s like this. He was obviously not making love with anyone in that photo, not Meka and not Brett. Meka may have felt something more than lust at being doubled like that, but she was not there for love, but for fun, sex, and teaching Seamus how ... we live, how we have sex. Beth, I don’t know how I’ll respond to the various ways of having sex, but I can easily imagine riding my guy in Reverse Cowgirl and sucking your guy’s penis while I did it. That’s how you girls both share and have fun together with our guys. Right? No one in that photo was making love. Yes?”

“Yes, although, for us, there must be feelings just to allow sex at all, but we’re not telling everyone we love them during bee-po-gib ... with or without Brett. We’re enjoying sex with people we love, and that’s the difference.”

“That’s what Mare and I understand. But, Beth, I will be making love with you at some point, hopefully, at very many points.”

“Civ, I want that, too. As Seamus said, you still don’t have an exciting body, but ... somehow, in the past few months you’ve become incredibly sexually attractive to me, and I’m pretty sure that it’s because I’m falling in love with the woman you’re becoming.”

Fortunately, we were in the shallow end, else it would not have worked, but Civ stepped into me and kissed me with a passion I had never previously felt from her ... which I returned. We were in a tight clinch and kissing each other with abandon ... until I saw Heather out of the corner of my eye watching us. Without parting mouths with hers, I worked us back down from the precipice of tipping into real love-making with hands on erogenous zones, then leaned back.

We stared into each other’s eyes for a while, until I said, “Yup. Definitely falling in love with you. That was among the best three or four kisses I’ve ever had.”

“Me, too, Beth, and ... that might have ... topped the one in Armoire with Seamus, but mainly because I ... let go with you, possibly because it’s safer letting go with you than with Seamus.”

“That makes sense. Goddess, Civ, you learned a lot from Lana and put damned near all of it into practice.”

“Beth, I was purposefully telling you ‘I love you,’ because I do. I love you as ... my second-best friend. I love you as a lover. I also love you as a ... wife to be. I want sex with you, and a lot of it, both with and without our various husbands and wives. I will always love you for getting me here, to this point in time, to this family. I’m looking forward to making love with our family. I’m looking forward to making love with my ... genetic family of sorts. I’m looking forward to making love with your genetic family of sorts.

“Beth, I want, and I want intensely. From being worried about having no libido, mine has arrived like a ... a ... a ... sonic boom, like a nuclear warhead. I masturbate most days anymore, sometimes in bed with all my wives, husbands, and lovers around me, sometimes by myself in the bathroom. I dream of making love with you, and of driving our little, freckled-faced, adorably-cute-assed wife who’s right here by us, now to gobs of orgasms. This is going to be the longest 15 months-and-change of my life, but oh, how glorious it will be when that time finally passes.”

Our third effort to put sunblock all over Seamus got hijacked ... with Emma watching ... The three girls this time were Lana, Heather, and Rhee, and you can probably tell, Ms. Diary, why that session went off the rails. Heather brought a washcloth of sorts with her and said she wanted to clean all the old off before applying the new. I had a feeling.

Heather cleaned him off, and Lana took photos of the process. But then, both Rhee and Heather knelt before him, and Rhee put Seamus’ cock in her mouth. He closed his eyes and moaned, and Lana took photos. She sucked on him for a half-minute or so, then traded to Heather ... and Lana took photos. They worked their magic on him, keeping him close to orgasm, but not letting him cum. And Lana took photos, lots of photos.

Seamus was probably of two minds, as they took him to the brink... five times, retreating every time. Then, they had him lie on his back in the grass and traded 15-second sucks for at least four or five minutes, with Rhee finally allowing him to shoot in her mouth, his back arched well off the grass and his face in a rictus of pleasure as he squealed loudly to the sky.

I asked to see Lana’s last few photos, the ones taken when he was at the peak of his orgasm. Holy shit! I think more than one might be saleable. With Rhee’s long hair hiding her face, but with the base of his penis showing beyond her mouth; with the top of Heather’s head facing the camera as she was placing kisses and licks on Seamus’ torso; and with Seamus’ face distorted by his orgasm and with pointing slightly away from the camera, I think that photo is saleable. The question is whether Seamus will permit that. I wonder if he has any awareness of how much money he could make from that. Lana was certainly ecstatic about it.

Emma sidled up and quietly said, “That was fucking crazy!”

“Wasn’t it? That may be a lesson for you. Beware of Heather and Rhee together in something like that. They have a history of booting the train off onto a poorly known siding.”