Chapter 12

August 24, 2018 (Friday)

Author: Kim Shadoan

First off, I don’t have the memory Beth has, the memory that allows her, many hours – even a day or more – after the fact to remember or reconstruct conversations, so I cheated. Because I was so close to Brett in the bed and expected some interesting things to happen after lights-out, I set my phone, placed in the cubby behind Brett, to record.

In the LA, we’ve had a lot of what we call quiet, under-the-covers, post-lights-out sex, but last night was probably a record. Given that we had more bodies in our huge bed than ever before – thirty-eight! – it’s virtually a given that last night produced such a record of that category of sex. I was between Lissa and Beth, and Lissa was on Brett’s left side. Rathi, who had just had her first-ever intercourse, with Brett and Seamus, in our bed before lights-out, was on Brett’s other side.

Did you note that the clause, “with Brett and Seamus” was set off by commas? That means that the sentence does not necessarily mean that she had her first intercourse with Brett and Seamus but that she had her first-ever intercourse; the independent clause lets the reader know that it happened to be with Brett and Seamus. Commas are a writer’s friend ... when used judiciously and with attention to the point one is trying to make. I “learned” that in various English classes in school, but Beth being our matriarch and with her being the daughter of a college English major, we’ve all learned, or relearned, bits and pieces of English and writing we had ostensibly learned in school. That last is the point of this little digression, although I am also trying to pass knowledge on to our progeny or later-arriving LA members who might find themselves writing in this, the journal of the LA’s experience after the last words of Beth’s diary.

Before lights-out, Rathi was snuggled as tightly into Brett’s side as possible without merging their bodies in some fashion She had swallowed our suggested pain relievers after being pounded by both Brett and Seamus. Despite that the first outriders of discomfort were probably arriving at her pussy, she seemed to want more. I quietly asked her exactly that.

“Goddess, yes. I feel it, now, but that was so fucking good! Intuitively, I knew that intercourse would be good, but I had no fucking clue how spectacular it would be with ... guys like them.”

Brett responded, “Thanks, Rathi, for the compliment, and I thank you for both of us. However, look at things from our point of view. We’ve gotten to have loving and sexual relationships with an incredible variety of pretty girls in the LA, but they also want us to have similar relationships with members of The Team. Seamus and I thank you for wanting to have sex with us by giving you as great a time as we can manage. We love our wives, but we also love that they share us with other girls ... of various ages ... who we love in some fashion. The orgasms we give you are our thanks for giving us your feelings, your love, your bodies.”

That was probably the clearest explanation any of our guys has ever given explaining their insistence on being “worthy” of us. Of course, we look at things the other way ‘round: We’re fucking elated that they want to be with us. Yes, almost anyone looking in from the outside, girl or guy, would see it our guys’ way. However, we girls know that our need to exercise some “control” over our guys means that we’re incredibly grateful to, particularly, good-looking guys willing to allow us that control. And we’ve had three such guys, although Jim died last week.

Fuck! That still hurts and will for a long time to come. Jim was the very first guy I ever had truly sexual fantasies about, and I’m so grateful I had the opportunity to make them into reality. I love Brett and am coming to love Seamus, but Jim was the first guy I ever loved, both emotionally and sexually. Of course, if he saw me wallowing in sorrow and, particularly self-pity, he’d come back down and kick my ass. So ... end of this sad digression.

Typical quiet, under-the-covers, post-lights-out sex has girls (male or female) having sex with immediate neighbors. However, some nights, girls within reach of one of the guys – having only one, very rarely, two intervening girls – girls move under the covers to take advantage of that nearby guy. Last night was such a night. Thankfully, Brett has developed incredible sexual stamina. Of course, he’s had so much sex with so freaking many girls, that his stamina is not only logical but also the reason we’d had him have so much intercourse. The aim of that was not specifically for times like last night after lights-out, but did allow for that situation to be ... orgasmic for us girls.

On my left, since Beth’s other neighbor was Meka, those two immediately began loving each other. And that’s another digression.

The first person, much less girl, I ever loved romantically, sexually, was Meka. She and I had a fateful moment when we were 15, one in which we scared ourselves, each realizing that she loved the other. We recoiled from lesbian love, and our relationship of incredibly close friendship was altered negatively. We remained friends, but the closeness that had been a hallmark of our relationship had been lost. Although I didn’t understand it at the time, that change also negatively affected the group of five girls of which Meka and I were the leaders.

Thank goddess we got a second chance, and thank goddess that the second chance was as part of the LA. I still have many question marks in my life, but none of them revolve around love or sex or friendship or family. I have all four of those necessary things within the LA.

Beth and Meka are our leaders. However, the connection between those two is at least as strong as that between Meka and me. Outsiders might think jealousy would, as the phrase goes, rear its ugly head. While there are occasional very minor jealousies within the LA, they’re all very minor jealousies, such as every girl’s jealousy of Meka’s height, Beth’s incredible parents, and Heather’s seemingly incredible orgasms. Besides, watching those two love each other is frequently inspiring.

Last night, though, I had a need ... not for speed, but for a wonderfully hard cock in my pussy. We LA girls had had to endure almost ten hours of our guys’ sexual attention focused entirely on a few girls of The Team. Yes, the girl-on-girl aspect of sex is, by far, the most abundant form of sex in the compound; understandable given the sex ratio. That sex with my sister-wives is always good and nearly always perfectly satisfying. However, every one of us non-young girls has an occasional need for the male contribution to sex, and I had that need ... bad. I had spent a bit less than two hours in bed with our two guys’ attention focused solely on only two girls, Rathi and Tonda. I wanted some of what they got so much of.

About that, Lissa might have been a problem. So, I asked her.

“Are you going to want your first time to be here and now?”

“Really? I didn’t know that ... intercourse could be part of ... What did you call it?”

“Quiet, under-the-covers, post-lights-out sex.”

“Yeah, I didn’t know that intercourse could be ... gotten in that way.”

“It’s all on the table, but it must stay under the covers.”

“Wouldn’t it be ... a bit difficult keeping the guy from ... having the ‘covers’ slide off of him?”

“Ah. No, because the girl can be on top. It’s not as easy as letting the guy do all the work, but it’s, at least in some situations, perhaps more romantic with the girl on top. It also requires the girl to do all the work. Would you mind if I ... jumped the queue? I’m in some need and I could demonstrate for you. You could either put your head under the covers or put your hand on my ass to feel what’s required from the girl when she’s on top in this fashion.”