Chapter 16

August 25, 2018 (Saturday)

Author: Rhee Williams

While watching the guys putting saris on Kanda and Smythe, Char stepped into me, put an arm around my waist, and kissed me. I’m no dummy; I kissed her back ... hard.

When she pulled back, she put her lips at my left ear and said, “Two things. The first is that you’re now on for journal documentation and, second, Delia was expecting some sexy stuff.” When I elevated an eyebrow at her, she nodded and softly asked, “Do you want to tell Alyssa she can remove the shackles on it?”

“Oh, yes.” I glanced around quickly, then whispered, “I was wondering what she’d do today with our two cocks. I’m pretty sure she’s getting close to wanting to learn how to make our guys feel good.”

She nodded and responded, “Mare’s with Katherine, so we’d have to get the other ... five to face a wall. Do we want to ... prepare the young girls?”

“I’ll do that if you want to whisper in Alyssa’s and Kanda’s ears.”

When Char began working her way slowly to Alyssa, I whispered in Civ’s ear, then went to do the same with Padme, Taylor, and Kota, telling each the LA duo and Kota, “The shackles are coming off sexy-time here, so be prepared to face a wall.”

When I returned to watch the “sarification” of Kanda, Char was whispering in Alyssa’s ear, with Alyssa’s eyes lighting up. Char spread the news to Kanda resulting in nearly identical gleaming eyes, but also a bit of letdown. Fuck! For all the younger girls, I wish we didn’t have the age limit we have on sexy-time.

Hell! I think even Taylor could probably mentally handle at least seeing sex, now, even if she’s not ready for sexy-time, herself, and I’m not at all sure she’s not. She’s probably the most adaptable and smartest of the Abernathy family and, given Mia’s intelligence, that’s saying at least a little something. She fit in with us more quickly than either Raven or Mia did, and that fitting-in has ... greatly aged her up, mentally. Raven still needs to explain the occasional thing to her, but that’s happening less and less. She certainly knows ... and understands ... more about sex than I did at ten. Of course, my experience with sex then was the negative side of sexual relationships, as my parents were in the long, slow process of breaking up. Taylor has mostly seen or, rather, lived around the fun, exciting aspects of sex. I’m not saying that she’s ready for intercourse; not at all. I’m saying that she wouldn’t be put off by seeing ... even watching ... the occasional sex bout, such as Alyssa putting our guys’ cocks in her mouth. And I’m sure she wouldn’t respond childishly.

The reverie caused by my pondering the above was broken by Brett loudly saying, “Young girls, find a wall.”

I turned to see a sari-clad Emma S being led to a table where he bent her over the table, pulled the girl’s sari up her legs, handed his penis to the entrance to Emma’s vagina, swished it around a bit, then began sliding inside her, Emma cooing loudly. Delia then stepped up near the lovers and watched with wide eyes.

I sidled up to Delia, put my right arm around her shoulders, and said, “Welcome further inside the LA’s walls.”

I had startled her a bit with my arm, resulting in her glancing at me. However, it was obvious that she wanted to watch what was going on as she turned her face back to the action, her eyes very wide.

I kept my arm around her and softly said, “Have you never watched sex before?”

She shook her head rapidly, then said out of the corner of her mouth, her eyes riveted to Brett’s ass pounding his cock into Emma, “I ... I’ve only ... Oh, fuck it! I’m watching two of you having sex with a huge audience! Certainly, I can say something about sex without becoming uber embarrassed.”

When she looked slightly up at me, I nodded, and she softly said, “I’ve had ... sex only a few times, and I ... Fuck! This is hard. You’re ... Rhee. Right?” When I nodded again, she said, “May I tell you my ... sad story while ... uhh ... we watch a girl get fucked right in front of us? I guess you’re ... used to ... things like this. Yes?”

“Yeah. You don’t need to tell me anything personal. We barely know you.”

“No. Yes, but no. You barely know me, and I barely know you, but I’ve ... sort of ... heard some of the things that have been said in here when you’re all in here and have figured out that ... it’s ... pretty ... umm ... sexy here at times.” With her eyes still focused on Brett’s ass, she added, “Is that right?” When I hesitated in answering, she quickly stated, “With this going on here, it seems obvious that most or all of you are used to ... this. Don’t worry. I’ll never say a word to anyone about this.”

I was surprised when she turned her head and looked at me, and was even more surprised when she said, “I’ve had sex exactly four times.”

She hesitated then, so I began to fill the soundscape, keeping my eyes on hers, but she held up her hand.

“It wasn’t very good and I ... I got something from it. Fortunately, nothing too difficult to kill, but I’ve been ... scared of sex since then, I was 19, and I’m ... tired of being scared.”

I had an inkling of where she was headed, but wasn’t sure, so very quietly said, “If you want to get naked with us, feel free. We don’t know you anywhere near well enough to do sexy-time with you, but we trust Katherine’s knowledge and opinions about her staff. She trusts you to help us knowing full well what we can get up to in here. We’re willing to trust on the strength of her say-so.”

She did not so much as move a muscle, but her entire persona sagged in relief, so I added, “If you want to do things or tell us things, we’ll keep your secrets.”

“I ... I want to ... have fun. I want to ... see sex, see ... how sex is ... supposed to be.”

I asked, “Do you understand that there are what we call three types of sex: love, sex, and fucking?”

“Umm, no.”

“I don’t know if anyone else thinks like we do on this, but what you’re watching ... or, what you should be watching while I tell you this is...”

I pointed my chin at Brett and Emma, to which Delia responded by turning her head back to the show, a show now counterpointed by Emma’s low moans and a soft grunt every time Brett bottomed out in her.

“You’re watching Brett fuck Emma. They’re both a little crazy for each other and have had only a couple of previous times together, times that have focused on sex and loving, with no fucking. He’s showing her what it feels like to have a guy who is very good at sex try to get her to orgasm very quickly. The audience and the pounding she’s getting is moving her rapidly to her ... Oh, there she goes.”

I heard a very soft squeal emanate from Delia’s mouth as we watched Emma rise up the beam of light to Nirvana.

Hey, if Beth can have poetic descriptors, so can I.

Emma is not very loud, but it’s still obvious when she orgasms, and that sounded like a good one. The room that was quiet except for the two lovers’ sex sounds became full of whisperings, so I added to that.

“Do you want to be naked with us?” When she nodded, her face still focused on Brett’s ass, I asked, “Would you like one of us to remove your clothes for you?”

“No! Umm, I don’t know.”

“You’ve never done anything with a girl?” She shook her head, so I asked, “Would you like one of our guys to remove your clothes?”

Given her bright red hair and freckles, I was not surprised when her face and neck went scarlet.

That reaction was her answer, so even more quietly I told her, “Seamus loves it when girls order him to do stuff, including sex. Feel free to tell him to take your clothes off you ... if you want something like that.”

She quickly swiveled her head to look at me, turned away, then slowly turned back to look into my eyes.

“Really?”

“Honest. You could also tell him to bend you over a table and fuck you like Brett just did Emma. Or, if you want to experience a long, slow bout of lovemaking, you could tell him to do that for you.” When she looked at me with incredulity, I added, “Again, honest. He’ll do whatever you want, but you must tell him what you want and, if necessary, how you want him to do it.”

She stared into my eyes for a while, then asked, “Truly? Whatever I wanted?”

“He won’t fuck your ass, but if you want something he’s interested in and willing to give, he’ll do it.”

I struck a nerve with that, which quickly became obvious, even after the appalled look on her face.

“I’ll never do that again! It hurt like Hell, and I got an STD from it! No! Not ever!”

Heads turned around the room, and her face reddened, so she ducked her head in embarrassment.

I still had an arm around her, so I pulled her into me and whispered in her ear, “I understand that with lube and a caring lover, the first time doing that might not hurt so much, but we’re all turned off by the thought of it.”

I mentally shook my head as my words got her waterworks going. I pulled her fully around and into me and wrapped her in my arms, letting her cry on my shoulder.

I could almost feel Beth in my head asking, “What is it about us that gets girls so comfortable with us that they let go of their closely held secrets.”

I also mentally inhaled a deep breath as I wondered what we’d gotten into with Delia. I wondered if Katherine had learned any of this or if Delia had simply twigged Katherine’s nose for things like this. It’s been obvious to us nearly since we met her that Katherine has a soft spot for hurting or broken girls, a sensitivity that we share with her.

Emma getting her act together roused both of us; Delia quickly stepped back a tiny step, turned, and wiped her eyes. I kept my arm around her shoulders, a fact she acknowledged with a tiny shrug followed by her turning her head to me, giving me a brief smile, and turning back toward Emma and Brett, who was then pulling his still-hard cock from her pussy.

“Okay,” said Delia, “how do you like your sari, now, Emma?”

Emma shook her head, gave Delia a small smile, then answered, “That was fucking great! I wouldn’t at all mind if he did that to me every time I tried something on here. God, I’ll probably get horny every time I put this thing on. Hell! I might wear it every day at school... without a panty ... in the hope that he’ll bend me over a table or a desk. Fuck! My life is so incredible, now!”

Civ suddenly announced her presence by saying, “I assume the sex is done for a bit. Yes? Can the other girls turn around?”

Brett said, “You can all turn around. Thanks for responding so quickly, girls.”

“Goddess, I can’t wait for January!”

Kanda replied, “Me, too, Kota! Me, too!”

Kota continued, “I can’t believe how differently I look at sex, now. I wanted it back before State, but I now know much more of what I want. Rather, I now know about more sex things and I want ... all of it.”

Seamus replied, “Brett and I are both very much looking forward to Kanda’s and your birthday party.”

“Good! And I think I might want whatever it is that Emma just got!”

Brett responded, “We’ll give you two whatever you want, so long as they’re things we can do and want to do.”

Alyssa broke in with, “Since the seal on sex in front of Delia’s been broken, I want to go back to what we passed up at the beginning of the clothing thing.”

Seamus stepped over to Alyssa, wrapped her up, and kissed her heartily.

When he pulled his mouth from hers, he looked into her eyes and said, “You know we’ll help you however you need us to.”

“Yes, and...” She breathed deeply, then added, “I think I’d ... No! I want to take you up on your offer to let me try things at my own pace. But ... could we do most of that at ... Katherine’s ... or my place?”

“Wherever you want, Alyssa. We both like you a lot and the girls have given you carte blanche with us.”

Meka said, “Truly, Alyssa. While I’ve never been unsure of my interest in guys, I have been greatly unsure of my interest in girls. I understand, at least, the flip side of your coin. Seamus is right. You can have our guys wherever you want.” She suddenly turned to Delia and me and said, “Delia, I overheard only some of what you and Rhee discussed, but some of the take-home message is that you’re somewhat ... broken. As Rhee once said, the LA’s secret moniker is something like ‘Hurting Girls R Us. If you’d like our help, just ask.”

Delia was surprised and embarrassed, and I felt almost elated when she turned into me to hide her face. Almost once her face hit my shoulder, she seemed to realize what she had done and looked into my eyes.

I told her, “Don’t worry about that. I can be your friend, and I certainly don’t mind being something of a minor refuge for you. None of us would.”

She looked into my eyes for a few moments, nodded, then turned back to Meka to softly say, “Yes, it’s true. I ... I am somewhat broken.”

Meka gave Delia that incredible, soft smile, the one she so rarely hands out, but which makes me melt and turns Beth into goo.

She then told Delia, “The last time anyone said something like that to one of us, it was Emma who said it, and look how happy she is, now. You should start thinking about an IUD if you don’t already have one.” When Delia’s eyes went round, she added, “I’m not saying, at least, not necessarily, that we’ll give you one or both of our guys. I’m saying that if you even think you’ll want one or both, you’ll need an IUD. That’s our requirement.”

“Y-you ... sh-share them?”

Smythe stepped closer and said, “I’m not part of the Las Amadas, their group. But, on the ride to the state tournament, I told Beth something similar to what you just said, that I needed rescuing. Shortly after we got back from State, I told these girls I had feelings for Brett and that I could probably fall in love with him. When Brett said the same about me, they bundled the two of us up, drove us to my house, had us strip each other in their vehicle, and sent him inside with me ... to spend the night.”

Emma gave a half-smirk when Delia’s eyes bugged out, then said, “I had my first five times of intercourse that night and the next morning, and it was glorious. He’s fucking spectacular.”

Before Delia could respond to Emma, Meka added, “We greatly enjoy sharing them, at least with girls we truly like and particularly with girls who care about him or them. We’re not to that point with you, but you’re willing to allow us to live like we want here in the Armoire breakroom and you’ll keep our secret. That’s a start. You will keep our secret. Right?”

“Yes. That’s one of Katherine’s strictest rules. From what I understand, I got a job here because there was an opening created by ... my predecessor, I guess, being fired for talking out of turn.”

“Good. While there might not be any more sex here today, that’s not the way I’d bet. You’re welcome to watch whatever does come about, but, please, don’t try to take part. Not, at least, without specific permission from the particulars.”

“I ... don’t think I could ... do anything like that, but if you’re all okay, I ... I’d like to ... watch whatever does happen.”

“You’re already inside that zone, so feel free ... so long as you don’t lose sight of your job. We don’t want to be on the outs with Katherine.”

“Nor do I,” Delia replied emphatically. She then seemed to intently look past me, then whispered, “I guess I’m seeing ... something more, now.”

I turned to see Emma S, who had slipped away, in Brett’s arms trying to give him a tonsillectomy, so I told Delia, “They’re seeing if their relationship will develop further. We like Emma a lot, so we’ve been encouraging them. We hope it works out, although that’s generally not the way to bet on high-school romances. However, they’ve got an advantage that most such romances seem not to have.”

“S-sex?”

“No, a shared time of intense feelings with a group ... within our two groups at State. That advantage may not make a difference, but it might. We’re rooting for them.”

“Y-you...” She blinked her eyes at me, then began anew, “You want one of your boyfriends to fall in love with another girl?”

“Something you need to understand is that we don’t get particularly jealous. However, the most important thing is that we ... control our guys. It has to be that way because we must share them with the 20 of us of age in the LA. We suspect that few guys could put up with that control for very long, particularly very attractive guys like them. Within that control, we try very hard to allow them as much freedom as possible, particularly with the associated group of girls ... called simply ‘The Team’ ... of which Emma is a member. While there is some space between us and them, it’s not a wide space.”

With my left arm still across her shoulders, Delia looked into my eyes for a bit, then asked, “Why are ... How do I rate learning so much about you?”

Meka answered, “You work for Katherine, and you’ve already acknowledged the importance she places on her staff not telling tales out of school. Katherine is one of us, and we trust her. If she trusts you enough to assign you to us when she knows full well the sorts of things we tend to get up to in here, then we trust you. If you’ll be helping us in the future, knowing more about us could allow us to work together better, more efficiently.”

Delia looked into Meka’s eyes for quite a while, then softly said, “I’ll keep your secrets, all of your secrets. I ... I’m ... amazed by you girls. Most of you are in high school. Right?” When Meka nodded, Delia continued with, “You’re all so much more ... with it, in control than I was in high school, even than anyone I knew in high school. I doubt anyone I knew then could have ... managed what you girls seem to be managing, and all I’ve seen is your ... crazy understanding of ... of s-sex, the source of so ... much angst for my classmates ... and me.

“None of you would have allowed, much less endured, the ... pain I experienced about ... sex. I never, ever ... in my two times while in high school ... enjoyed sex. It seems like you ... all of you ... love sex. Only one of the two times I had sex after high school was ... even remotely enjoyable.”

“And there’s one of the reasons we have focused on two guys and only two guys,” responded Meka. “The incoming sophomores ... like Rhee, here ... found both guys and encouraged them. It takes a very particular sort of guy to, first, hand over so much control to us, but also revel in the situation we provide. Their egos can’t come first when it comes to sex or much with other aspects of the overall relationship. Brett and Seamus are man enough to allow us our head but still be able to tell us when we’re out of line or wrong. Delia, they both love to make us happy, but if either or both truly object to something we want, we either find a way to compromise with them or give up on what we want. Fortunately, those things have all been extremely minor.”

Delia shook her head. As it impacted my arm, she turned and looked into my eyes, smiled, and leaned her head back against that arm.

She said, “I don’t know why I like your arm on me, but I do.” As Beth writes, she rattled her brain, then stated, “No! I do know. Or, at least, suspect why I do. I’ve ... h-had very little ... closeness in my life, particularly since leaving my few high-school friends behind and moving six states away. I came here for college, but I was just wasting my parents’ money and my time, so I dropped out and got a job. I ... I didn’t know what I wanted to do. I’m still not sure what I want to do, but, at least, I have some ideas, now.

She paused for a bit, then asked, “And why am I telling you my life story less than an hour after I met you?”

Meka softly asked, “Because you’re somewhat broken.” More intently, she continued with, “You’re somewhat broken, but you realize it. I assume you’ve noted that Katherine has been much happier in the past few months, and you’ve noted the same with Alyssa. Yes?” After Delia nodded, Meka continued, “We provide ... The primary thing we provide is friendship. Some of us can discern people with whom we fit after relatively little interaction, but Beth has that capability in spades. In ... my eyes, you might be someone who fits with us in at least some capacity.”

“H-how can you ... tell that after so little time?”

“You’ve not objected to the nudity or sex. In fact, you ... essentially ... told us you wanted to see sex, and Emma and Brett provided that for you. If you don’t mind, how do you truly feel about watching that?”

With no hesitation, Delia replied, “That was fucking incredible.” More hesitantly, she added, “I’ve seen ... some ... online porn, and had I seen what they did online, I’d have known it was staged, that no one real has sex like that. It wasn’t. Was it?”

“Not at all. Emma had previously gotten only loving sex from Brett and she wanted to see what raw fucking was like; Brett fulfilled her wish.”

“I couldn’t have allowed any guy to do that ... to me.”

“Understood. However, from what you’ve told us, you’ve not known a guy like Emma has known Brett. That is, for months, with nearly daily interaction, even if some or many of those interactions were routine events at soccer practice. You’ve not seen Brett in day-to-day situations but had you, you might understand that more. He’s a wonderful guy.

“That gets to the point I made before about the two of them sharing an intense experience. Soccer practice is often intense or, at least, generates intense feelings. The team this year got closer and closer together through the season, and that situation can ... intensify interpersonal feelings. Delia, all the girls on that team, both players and staff, have had at least some sexual interaction with both guys, intense sexual interaction, even if many of them have still not experienced intercourse. If we had a larger compound and more living space, we’d be trying to get all 14 members of The Team to live with us.”

“You’re ... really that close? How many girls are you talking about?”

“A total of 39, although six are younger than our LA-legal age of 14.”

Delia stared in amazement at Meka for a while, then asked, “Are you saying that ... your ... two guys have done sex stuff with 33 girls?”

Meka looked directly into Delia’s eyes and said, “Yes.”

Delia’s chin dropped, but she pulled it up and quietly said, “Fu-ucccckkk.”

Meka then drove in the killing shot, saying, “And we live naked together as much as possible, the LA by ourselves and the LA and The Team, together. We appreciate and love nudity, seeing our friends-slash-lovers’ bodies, getting sexually excited by that nudity. Everyone loves it, even our young girls, and Taylor’s only 10. Of course, she came to us as a nudist. We simply gave her the wherewithal and permission to live like she wanted.”

“Y-you’re ... unicorns.”

I cut in, responding, “We are, but we love it.”

With my arm still across Delia’s shoulders, I could feel her ... gather herself before she said, “Anytime I’m attending you girls, feel free to be as dressed or not as you wish ... assuming we’re in here, of course. And ... so long as we get done what we need to get done, feel free to have as much s-sex as you want.

“Holy fuck! I can’t believe I just said that, but I mean it. I’d never seen sex in person before. That is, with me not involved. That was crazy and ... umm...”

I inserted, “You want to see more. Do you want to see a lot more?”

I could feel her getting more confident, so was not surprised when she answered, “Fuck, yes.”

Meka jumped in, saying, “I’d be very surprised if you didn’t see more today. However, we should probably help Alyssa get our task done.”

[That conversation took me much, much more time to write than it filled in actual time in the breakroom, which was less than ten minutes. How the Hell did Beth write more than two million words while living a busy life?! I now fully understand why she wanted a change!]

Those of us with experience putting saris on helped Alyssa in putting such on The Team girls and in teaching them how to put them on themselves.

Kota instigated a discussion by stating, “I’m going commando in this on the first day of school!”

Kanda immediately riposted, “Sure. You can do that. Some of us will be on our periods then.”

Kota was still being dressed, so she responded, “Sorry, Kan. I didn’t think that far ahead, except for myself. I’m sorry for not thinking about you.”

“No biggie. Besides, it’s not like you could have changed things.”

The discussion about being commando under a sari started rolling but was cut off by Katherine letting Beth and Mare into the room.

Civ, who seems to have part of her radar always focused on Mare, exclaimed, “Mare! You make that look incredible!”

Mare blushed a bit as she stepped over to her best friend, put a hand on Civ’s left shoulder, and said, “Sorry, no hugging in the clothes. Thanks, Civ. I kinda like the outfit, myself.”

Mare was wearing a relatively body-hugging, mid-shin, sleeveless dress and looked, excuse my language, fucking sexy as Hell. I would bet that very few Armoire shoppers would guess she’s only 14, she looked so elegant. The dress was in a grayish-rose material that was very flexible, thus conformed to her body in a few places, particularly her bust and hips. I was salivating, and I’m used to what an attractive ... and sexy ... young woman she’s become.

Brit began a question, “Have you sold any...”

Mare cut her off with, “One high-school senior who said she had a hot date tonight tried it on. She even came back to me and asked my opinion. Gosh. I’m only 14 and she asked my opinion!”

She was obviously fighting off tears of happiness, but recovered a bit when Brit asked, “What did you tell her?”

“Well, she’s taller than me, probably almost Civ’s height, so I told her the truth, that she made the dress look stunning. She hugged me!”

Despite that Mare was not allowed to hug in the clothes she was modeling, Civ put both arms around Mare as she broke down.

Once Mare had gathered control, she added, “When that girl bought the dress, Katherine came over and said, ‘I told you.’”

Beth took over the conversation then, saying, “Katherine wants to hire Rache or Lana to photograph every outfit Mare models, get the photos printed at large-poster size, and put them on the walls and even in the window. Our Mare is on her way.”

Civ anticipated the need, so had Mare wrapped in her arms shortly before she broke down, again. When Katherine came in the door behind them, she put a small, loving smile on her face when she saw the Civ-Mare tableau.

She had a couple of garments draped over her left forearm and softly said, “Mare, when you’re ready, I’ve got the next outfit for you. Do you want to change in a booth?”

When she lifted it off Civ’s shoulder, Mare’s face was red and tear-streaked, but with no active tears.

She shook her head and said, “I’ll probably need a while to repair my face, but ... we live naked. I don’t mind changing in front of my sisters.”

Beth said, “Why don’t you get out of that dress now? I’ll get you a wet cloth for your face.”

Civ assisted Mare in divesting herself of the lovely dress revealing the lovely set of undies she was wearing, including a strapless shelf bra. Of course, it was Taylor.

“Why wear a bra that doesn’t cover your nipples?”

Somewhat unfortunately, Raven wasn’t with us, but Katherine replied, “The dress she was wearing was supple, that is, conforming to Mare’s body, but the material is a bit thicker. The combination of a shelf bra and that dress made her nipples a bit obvious, but not strongly so. Taylor, the dress was designed to be alluring, with ‘alluring’ including presenting the bust, and the primary task of that kind of bra, a shelf bra, is to lift, which presents the bust more emphatically. Do you remember the word, ‘alluring?’” When Taylor nodded, Katherine continued, “Alluring and sexy dresses usually allow for or are designed specifically for some presentation of nipples. Men ... and many women ... like to see that on their date.”

Taylor gazed at Katherine for a bit, then said, “Thanks, Katherine. I’ll talk to Mom about what we discussed. And ... I love being part of the LA!”

Mare began the process of removing the undies she was wearing and donning the new set, if “set” can be just a panty. However, she suddenly stood upright and looked at the clock on the wall.

“Freak! Our parents will be here soon! Should we allow them in here?”

I’m frequently very happy that Beth leads us, and possibly no more so than at that moment.

She responded nearly immediately, “If we let your Moms in here, the only truly new thing they’d see is a naked Brett. However, I wouldn’t want to exclude Jeff. Everyone! Put some clothes on. Rather, cover the critical bits. Bras and panties would be sufficient, although bras are not necessary for Civ and Taylor.”