Chapter 9

August 24, 2018 (Friday)

Author: Meka Johnson

“It doesn’t bother you that they’ve been up there for much more than an hour?”

I looked at Haven for a few seconds, then replied, “Nope. At least, not in the negative sense of that word. Most of us had wonderful first times, but some of us didn’t. We know at least some details of most of those ... less-than-wonderful first times, and we wouldn’t wish such on non-friends, much less on our teammates and very close friends. I don’t know that we could have shared our two guys with every girl for an overnight first time, but one-and-a-half hours or two hours? Hell, even three hours? That’s not a problem at all. If you get a chance, you should ask Celeste if she’ll tell you about her first time. She might not be willing, but she might be. If she is, you’ll probably understand why we’re willing to give up so much quality time with our guys to The Team. No girl’s first time should be like hers.”

She stared at me for a bit, then slowly shook her head.

“If our situations were reversed, I don’t know that I could so readily share my guy ... or my guys like that.”

“And if you weren’t part of an incredibly close girls’ soccer team, you wouldn’t even know of the possibility of such, much less be able to take advantage of it. Haven, for what it’s worth – and we don’t truly understand it, either, we don’t get jealous of our guys’ time. Look at us. The LA is comprised of two guys and 24 girls of various ages. Although four of those are young girls, that’s still 20 girls to share two guys’ sexual and loving time, the latter not always including strongly sexual behavior. What you need to understand is that we’d still be together ... even without both of those guys. Yes, it’s more satisfying having those two guys, but we girls love each other a lot ... and express that love ... physically. And frequently.

“We have no clue how The Team will develop ... interpersonally, particularly in a sexual way, but I’ll warn you that keeping so many girls together who are sexually compatible with each other is much easier than if they’re not. At least, that’s how it seems to us.

“Oh. Something that all of The Team should know: None of us tell details of sex without explicit permission from partners and never... not ever ... when it comes to first times. Those are special and sacrosanct, so please don’t ask Mila about her time up there, at least in our hearing.”

We were back in the pool ... or near it. Kim and Beth were doing laps as Haven and I spoke, with quite a few kibitzers, including all four young girls. I was not surprised when Mare spoke up.

“We learned that early on once the girls informed us of the sex within the LA. They don’t share details or even much of anything with us young girls, except that sex takes place. But it takes place quite a lot. It’s obvious to us that the ... orgies, the group events provide one of the glues that keeps all of them together. It’s not the most important glue, but that glue is important; very important. All of them have sex with all the others. That glue is very important.”

Further discussion in that vein was curtailed, as the three lovers returned to the pool; Mila held her hands up.

“No details, but... HOLY... FUCK! I had no idea that anything could be so fucking wonderful!”

She demonstrably shivered, then continued with, “And I suggest you follow their advice in... all things, including taking a pain reliever when you’re done, particularly if they take turns ... umm ... pounding you.”

Pandemonium.

Brett pulled Beth and me aside after the hullaballoo with Mila died.

“I know I’ve told you I wasn’t sure about being sexual with more and more girls without particular reasons, such as a rescue. Beth, Meka, that time with Mila and Seamus was ... incredibly enjoyable. I had a quick think and ... I want to tell you two that I ... withdraw my objection to the LA sharing me out.” I had to hold up a hand to stop Beth’s response, as it looked like Brett had more to say, and he added, “It wasn’t romantic love with Mila, but it was ... sorta close to that. I don’t feel for her the sort of feelings I feel for Emma S, but our time up there was a lot of fun. I’d prefer the LA not share me out on a whim, but even then, I might not object. However, so long as I get a lot of LA time, you may certainly share me out with The Team whenever you want. And, so long as it’s not ... frequent, you may share me with others at your discretion.”

Beth wrapped herself tightly around our guy from in front, and I added myself to his backside.

I whispered in his ear, “Brett, there are other girls I’d like to see you with. Right now, chief among them is Alyssa.”

“I’d never object to anything with Alyssa. I like her a lot!”

“But there are others, but I won’t tell you who they are.”

Beth added, “I have some ideas, too.”

“Oh, goddess,” Brett faux complained.

We had decided earlier in the week that Friday’s dinner would be homemade pizzas for a few reasons: They are tasty, fun to make, and promote teamwork. We were not disappointed in the result. We used the W and pavilion kitchens which, of necessity, forced a split of us into two cooking/eating localities but set up a system of sorts to have girls change between the locations frequently, and everyone seemed to greatly enjoy all aspects of dinner.

Surprisingly, cleanup became very fun, thanks to Smythe. The guys had volunteered to hand wash the many, many pans, one guy in each kitchen; Smythe began with Seamus, gently rubbing his shoulders and back, eliciting a moan from him.

When she placed kisses on him where her hands had been, he moaned again and caused Kota to ask, “Are you going to be sexual with him?”

Emma S replied between kisses, “No. I’m ... just ... showing ... my ... appreciation ... for ... him ... being ... what we ... girls of ... The Team ... need.”

“I can do that, then,” responded Kota. “I’ll give Brett similar thanks.”

I followed, figuring this was an important aspect of the weekend to document, and I was not wrong. Kota came up behind Brett, his hands in the soapy water washing pans, and placed kisses down the middle of his back while her hands roamed gently and lovingly elsewhere on his back and shoulders. He startled at first, particularly when he saw that it was Kota touching him.

Between kisses, she told him, “Don’t worry ... Brett. I ... don’t ... intend this ... as sexual. I’m ... simply appreciating ... thanking ... one of ... our guys ... for ... being ... so ... wonderful.”