Chapter 3

August 25, 2018 (Saturday)

Author: Seamus Thompson

Last night, with Kota next to me, I couldn’t take part in post-lights-out sex, but that was far from horrible, as it had been a long, exhilarating day and Brett and I had just given Rathi and Tonda their first times. I did not need more sex. On my other side, Coach and Marli had some intimacy, but I must have conked out, as I remember little of that. Kota, as per our young-girl rules, had curled into Zahira on her other side, so nothing kept me awake.

This morning, however, I woke to both Coach and Kota wrapped around me, although shortly thereafter, Coach rolled back over and cuddled into Marli. I lay there for a bit, hearing a few very low conversations elsewhere in our bed, but unable to discern individual words. Besides, my mind was focused sharply on my right-side bed neighbor as close to me as physics laws allowed. I lay there enjoying the closeness of the LA and TT.

Since the soundscape seemed to involve no getting-out-of-bed sounds, I lay there reveling in the incredible situation in which I found myself, being a lover to so many lovely, dynamic girls. You might question my description and the likelihood that a girls’ soccer team could be comprised solely of very attractive girls. Yes, some are very pretty, but most are not, but they’re all at least somewhat attractive, physically. What I love most about them is their individuality, their pretty minds, and that they focus more among themselves on being friends and teammates.

On my right shoulder, Kota roused, so I turned my head to her and saw when she opened her pretty blue eyes.

“Oh, wow. G’morning, Seamus.”

A thought obviously struck her as concern seemed to creep onto her cute, elfin face.

Since I believed I knew the cause of that concern, I told her, “Morning, Kota. Don’t worry about being snuggled into me. That’s not against the rules. After a night of sleep, it’s considered, ‘no harm, no foul.’”

She relaxed her face, then responded, “Thanks, Seamus, but am I truly allowed to be ... to have so much of myself in contact with you?”

“So long as we’re not doing anything sexual, this is just considered to be a hug in an atypical orientation.”

“Huh. I think I like this ‘hug in an atypical orientation.’ No, I know I like this hug. I’ve never slept next to a guy before. And only with the premier team have I slept with someone on either side of me. I ... I think I really like that. I’ve slept with Kanda somewhat frequently in the past year or so, and that’s something that started getting me out of my shyness. I don’t know how The Team will manage to get frequent sleepovers at Smythe’s, but this ... incredible togetherness here is something I’d like to have with the double T.”

“Kota, despite all the sex I get here, this togetherness is the single aspect of being an LA member I find most satisfying.”

“Am I really allowed to be wrapped around you like this?”

“You are.”

“Then...”

She squeezed herself even more tightly into me and put her head on my right shoulder. I felt an ... outpouring of love for our newly-dynamic friend at her action, so I placed a soft kiss on her forehead.

Very quietly, I told her, “You’ve become a wonderful girl in the past few months, and I’m very much looking forward to late January.”

“You can’t possibly be looking forward to that more than I am. You girls and your relationship just ... Seamus, I think I ... love all of you girls ... of multiple sexes.”

“Good, because the LA is certainly coming to love this version of the girl we used to call, ‘Dakota.’”

“Kanda started that and with the rest of the team taking it up, I look at my ... new name as an indicator of both my new self-confidence and of the team’s ... the LA’s and The Team’s ... love for me, which only increases my self-confidence.”

“Good. You know, Kota, self-confidence is a very sexy and attractive feature.”

She looked into my eyes, leaned in, placed a peck on my lips, and said, “Thanks, Seamus.”

That brought to mind a different topic, so I asked, “What would your mom think of this?”

She chuckled, then answered, “At ... the start of the premier season, I would have believed she’d have been angry ... at least disappointed. Now, though? Kanda and I have had quite a few talks with our mothers, singly or together, and I was so wrong about my mom ... and Kanda’s mom. I mean, they freaking got us IUDs. I found the first few discussions to be embarrassing, but Mom’s made a point to ... have something of a sex discussion every week or so ... with just me or with Kanda and me, and they’ve become a lot easier to ... deal with. Each discussion has been on a ... sort of separate ... sub-topic, I guess, but she’s...

“Let me back up. Sometimes, the discussions have involved both Kanda and me and both of our mothers. They’ve been ... very frank with us ... and, sometimes, the discussions are on ... actual ... umm ... actions. That is different types of sex. Mom’s as fair as me, but she never gets red, and never seems embarrassed by the discussion. We told you that they’ve told us that our sex futures are up to us. I got ... brave the other day and talked to Mom about what Kanda and I wanted for our first times with ... intercourse. You need to understand that we told her we wanted you and Brett together and ... in my ... bedroom.”

She paused for a long time, so I asked, “And what did she think about that?”

“Oh, goddess. She told us that our idea sounded very fun.”

I blinked a few times in surprise, then asked, “Truly?” When she nodded, I added, “That’s crazy, but ... not really different from the Go5 parents’ thoughts on the topic.”

“Yeah, that’s what I understand. But to get back to the subject, I think my mom would be jealous of this, jealous of me snuggled into you and, from various stuff she’s told me over the past year or so, jealous of this conversation we’re having. She told me that she missed, bedtime snuggles and discussions about ... various topics. Seamus, it’s like my mom has become ... one of the girls. We’re ... interacting more like ... maybe ... best friends; at least like very good friends. Beth hasn’t said a lot about her family life before the LA happened, but what she has said makes it seem like my relationship with my mom is something like hers with her mom.”

“Yes, Beth and Sandy act together more like great friends or, given how similar in appearance they are, sisters, and close sisters at that.”

“Yes. I can describe my relationship with Mom like that. I ... I don’t think I’d want this widely known, but we ... now have a clothing-optional policy at the house; at least when it’s all girls, and ... Kanda’s mom takes part when she’s there without John, her husband.”

“Before I joined the LA, I would have thought that impossible and/or ridiculous. I think Beth wouldn’t mind you knowing that the W parents’ house also has a clothing-optional policy.”

Kota’s eyebrows rose on her forehead which was so close to mine.

I nodded at her and added, “Don’t spread this around, but it’s clothing-optional everywhere in the compound for all compound residents.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. Kanda and I have discussed the LA a lot, trying to figure it out. The only thing that made sense to us is that the parents have a relationship with the LA like our new ... version of our relationship with our moms. Has Beth said anything about how that came to be?”

“Yes, and it started with Beth and Rhee taking on more ... adult-like personalities and responsibilities. Their moms began treating them more like equals, like friends, sort of like how you described your relationship with your mom. Even though I’ve not heard Beth ever explain that, it seems obvious that it was a required step on the way to what we have as the LA. Without their various moms’ acceptance of their relationships with their daughters becoming that of close friends rather than the superior-inferior relationship of parent-child, I’d think a household clothing-optional policy wouldn’t be possible.”

Kota looked into my eyes for a bit, then said, “You’re not just a very pretty boy.” She continued to look into my eyes – and I let her, and then she said, “Goddess, I’m so looking forward to making love with you. It would be so easy just to ... climb onto you and ... put you inside me.”

Her face went red saying that, but her eyes never wavered from staring into my soul. She leaned in and placed another peck on my lips, but a fairly long-lasting one. I think I fell in love with her in that seemingly endless moment.

Author: Katie Weeks

All of last night’s occupants of our big bed were in the kitchen by 7:30, the last arrivers among them being Zala and Rathi. The four LA members who spent the night in the W – Kai, Kath, Katherine, and Raven – had arrived some five minutes earlier. Once everyone was present, Meka officially introduced last night’s W sleepers to the TT members.

Rathi said, “Wow. If anything, you four elevate the total attractiveness quotient of the LA!”

Beth commented, “Don’t they just. Ladies, don’t object to Rathi’s words. She’s, perhaps, The Team member most likely to speak her mind, but she’s also not wrong.” She then continued with, “I’d appreciate you four mingling with the girls you don’t know or don’t know at all well. We’d like to work on everyone getting more integrated through the day.”

My mom said, “I’ve got no problem with that, whatsoever, and I’ll start with the incredibly cute Kota. Is that short for ‘Dakota?’”

Kota’s face flushed, but calmly answered, “It is, and thanks for the compliment.”

“You know,” Mom continued, “Kai and Katherine are both beautiful, but I also really like ‘cute,’ and you may well be the epitome of that descriptor.”

I responded, “Mom, quit hitting on poor Kota. She’s LA-underage.”

Mom riposted while keeping her eyes on Kota, “That may be, but that doesn’t alter the fact that, Kota, you’re one of the very cutest girls I’ve ever met.”

Kota’s face went fire-engine red.

I believe I will take this opportunity to make an ... aside, I guess, like some Beth made in her diary. Can any person actually turn “fire-engine red?” That color seems impossible for humans to match. Okay, aside completed.

Regardless of color matching, Kota’s face blazed in embarrassment, but I watched her take a deep breath, set her jaw, and then said, “Thanks, Kath. May I ... h-hug you?”

“Yes, and let me make this clear to everyone here. I’ll accept hugs from anyone here and at virtually any time ... regardless of my clothing state. I particularly enjoy naked hugs, so I doubt I’d ever turn one of those down.”

She took two steps toward Kota and allowed Kota the next move. Somewhat tentatively, at first, but getting more certain as she moved, Kota took some five steps to Mom and tentatively wrapped her arms around her. It seemed obvious to at least some of us LA members that Kota had ... sacrificed herself ... in some sort ... to help get The Team comfortable with the four LA members they didn’t know well. I made a point in my mind to remember to hug Kota in thanks. Mom takes some getting used to, so I, particularly, appreciated Kota’s effort.

Mom hugged Kota back but seemed to allow Kota her head, so when the double-T captain continued the hug beyond the typical one-two-three of a polite hug, I could hear mumbling from some TT members. What I could discern from that mumbling was mostly surprising.

After, perhaps, a count of six or seven, Kota stepped back and said, “It’s nice to officially meet you, Kath, but I must say you’re quite different from your daughter.”

Mom cackled, then said, “Freaking cute Kota, I’m quite different from everyone in this room. I have almost no censor on my mouth, so I say what I think, and I think you’re incredibly cute, and the redness of your face does not at all detract from that cuteness.”

I figuratively shook my head when Kota, if anything, straightened further, elevated her head more, and told Mom, “I understand you like sex a lot. At least, that’s what I’ve interpreted from various things the LA’s said about you. While I’m LA-underage and haven’t had sex with anyone, I’ve told everyone that I’m ... sexually interested in all of them ... and I’ll ... state this more plainly. While I won’t be a ... slut, as...

“Let me back up. The LA don’t consider themselves sluts, despite how much sex they have with so many because they’re not having sex with whomever. Instead, they have a lot of sex with a lot of girls they love. I will be like the LA girls in that I’ll have sex with a lot of girls ... of two sexes, but I will not have one-off sex with anyone. I want what they have: A large number of lovers whom they either like very much or love. I want exactly what the LA girls have. I understand that many would think I’m too young to truly know what I want, but I know what I want, and what I want is precisely what the LA has. Some of the LA girls have told me about you and I’d be more than fine with including you in my ... relative host of lovers, because you’re quite cute, yourself. Let me give you ... a small ... taste.”

She stepped back into Mom and put a kiss on her lips of at least four pecks. I cheered in my mind, as very few people can surprise my mom, but Kota did just that.

After Kota stepped back from Mom, Kath stared into Kota’s head, then said, “Good for you, Girl! I see how it is you’re the captain of The Team despite your youth. I’m already looking forward to getting to know you very well.”

I here repeat something that’s been going around the LA for a while: Kota is fucking amazing! She’s already a dynamo. What the Hell will she become with a few more years of general experience behind her? Fuck!

Things calmed down after that, and Rhee explained about oatmeal and additions and about seating arrangements, which are laissez-faire. With 42 in our kitchen, seating was at a premium, which is why we had somewhat recently added so many tight-knit rugs: So bare butts did not have to sit directly on a relatively cold floor. Virtually all counter space, island-top space, and floor space were taken up by oatmeal eaters. Some of the TT exclaimed about the additions combo Gracey had introduced: Quartered dates and pumpkin seeds. Others talked up other combos. That sort of everyday conversation seemed to relax most of the TT, and I saw Zala and Katherine sharing a laugh over something. That duo seemed to promote a different feeling in the kitchen, as they shared an animated conversation about something I could not quite discern from across the kitchen, but nearly all of their TT neighbors seemed absorbed in it, listening carefully and, possibly, dropping shields relative to the relatively poorly known members of the LA. Of course, Katherine is something of a bon vivant; she is naturally open and friendly, one of the reasons she’s been successful in a competitive business and why we LA members all love her. While I doubt Zala now loves her, there’s little doubt from her wide, blazing-white-toothed smile that she was enjoying her conversation with Katherine.

Everyone helped in breakfast cleanup, not that there was all that much to do, given that we have a commercial-size dishwasher. Because there was so little room to maneuver with so many of us in the kitchen, I sat on my countertop perch and watched the goings-on. It seemed to me that the double-T were becoming at least somewhat comfortable with those they had not known well. Zala even hugged Katherine, and not just a pro forma hug.

After cleanup, given that many of the girls had had some sort of sex last night, the 42 of us split into two cadres sharing our two huge showers, after which we reaggregated in the living room where Meka took the floor.

“Haven, if you’re ready, the time has come.”

Despite Haven’s slightly swarthy complexion, her face went red, but she kept her head up and said, “I thought that with ... all that’s going on ... I guess I thought incorrectly.”

“You did,” Meka replied. “Are you still interested?”

“Goddess, yes. How do you girls ever get anything done with all this nudity?”

“We keep our eyes on the prize ... and have a lot of sex.”

There was much laughing, as Beth wrote so frequently in her diary.

The witticism had the desired effect and Haven smiled and then said, “Yes, I’m still interested.”

“Good. You and the guys should use the back 1^st-floor master and the rest of us will spend some time in the not-so-hot tub. Once you’ve had enough of our guys, you can...”

Laughter interrupted Meka, at which she grinned, then finished, “You can come join us to let us know you’ve had enough of sex with guys for the morning.”

During the whole existence of Kim-and-Meka’s Go5, Meka was the funny one. I love her so much for that.

After the subsequent laughter died down, she continued, “We’ll all get dressed and then head to Armoire for saris and for Mare to start her job. Liya will be ordering Indian takeout for lunch, which we’ll eat at Armoire. The important thing everyone needs to know is that Alyssa, one of Katherine’s assistant managers, is privy to everything LA, including the nudity and sex. She runs the show when we’re there for clothes and our guys are her assistants in those efforts. Don’t be surprised by how she runs the show and, K’n’K, please be prepared to take direction from her. You can ask any of our young girls ... even Taylor ... should you need an explanation.”

As we traveled to Armoire in the two large vehicles, Haven gushed about her time with our guys.

“I had high expectations, but, I was wonderfully surprised by how wonderful that was. Goddess, that was ... fucking spectacular!”

“Hopefully,” Lana stated, “it wasn’t fucking you got.”

“No, and the guys explained about fucking versus love-making. I got love-making, and I think I now truly understand how the LA can put up with only two guys. I think I’ll try to limit myself to guys who truly know what they’re doing. Shit, that was good!”

Since Kota was in the other vehicle, Rathi reminded Haven, “You can’t be with any other guys as a member of the double-T. Well, except for Smythe’s dad, if you’re interested.”

“Yeah. I didn’t have anyone else in mind, I just ... That was just a...”

“I understand,” responded Rathi. “However, all of us must keep that fact in the front of our minds. We can’t allow anyone outside the sexual relationships of the LA because of the risk of spreading something bad. This is incredibly important! The availability of the LA’s guys depends on that!”

“I understand, Rathi. I do. I ... just ... That was words, but I’ll remember that for the future.”

“I’m sorry I came down on you, Haven, but this is a make-or-break situation. The LA has two guys and we have one and we must limit ourselves to those three guys ... and, of course, all the girls in the two groups.”

Haven replied, “And those girls are who ... interest me most, but, fuck, those guys made me feel incredible. I doubt I’d ever turn Brett or Seamus down.”

“Join the club, Haven,” Rathi finished with a grin.

Author: Char Sanderson

[Figuring that what I would be covering for our journal while at Armoire would be long and complex, I dictated many notes into my phone to assist with my subsequent writing of this installment of our journal.]

Most of us arrived by Armoire’s back door just before 10:30. We went to the back door rather than the front because Katherine thought it would be better not to parade all however many of us through the store. Meka, Celeste, and Liya took the Suburban to pick up our lunch at our favorite Indian place. Katherine said she’d have another table or two added to those in the breakroom. She had also had Delia come in at the store’s opening with Alyssa. Oddly, even though we have seen Delia, most of us have yet to meet her. Alyssa has told us that Delia’s younger than her, but out of college. What we’ve seen of her suggests that she’s at least sort of cute, but we have not seen her well. However, we do know that she has “red” hair and is tall and slender. Katherine met us at the back door.

“Come on in. I chocked the door.”

I told her, “It’s so good to see you. It’s been just too long.”

She smiled at me, then said, “You’re a goofball. I love that you’ve become so much more open with all of us because I love that I now get to see the real you, rather than the girl I met early this year.

“I like it, too. What’s with Delia coming in early? Are we finally going to meet her?”

“Yes. I also brought Alphonse in, today. He works only part-time here; he’s otherwise self-employed.”

When Beth came up to us, Katherine put on a serious face and said, “I don’t see how we’re going to be able to deal with all these girls without more floor help. I suspect which you’ll pick, but I see two choices. Either you can all have a typical time here, with nudity, etc., and it takes forever, or Delia helps Alyssa and you don’t get the typical Saturday experience here.”

“I got to talk to Delia once, and she seemed pretty cool. Can you and I ... discuss this with her?”

“You think?”

“I have a hunch, that’s all.”

“Given how accurate your hunches have been...”

That surprised me, as Beth has never said anything remotely important in my hearing about Delia.

Katherine was hesitant but continued, “I need to get Mare squared away, but I’ve got a few minutes, at least. Is Emma coming to watch over her?”

“Yes, but the builder she works for called her in this morning as they’re running behind on a remodel. She’s hoping to be here for lunch, but not as soon as lunch gets here. Liya added to our order for her. She called me right after you left home.”

“Okay. Let’s go beard Delia.”

I went with them since I had volunteered to write the journal entry for this visit. I suspect my entry will be quite long, perhaps the longest entry so far, not that that’s saying all that much. So far.

A guy, presumably the aforementioned Alphonse, was benignly hovering over a middle-aged woman who was in, surprisingly to me, the fetish portion of the floor. I shook my head as I told myself that it was not just 20s-something people who were interested in such. We found Delia in the, as Alyssa likes to call it, unmentionables section.

“Delia, you remember Beth. Yes?”

When Delia nodded, Beth said, “It’s nice to see you again. Delia, I’d like you to meet Char Sanderson. Char, meet Delia Fitch, who has worked here for just about a year. Char is like most of the rest of us, a soccer player.”

She and I nodded at each other, but I almost laughed at the banked fire and not-well-hidden amusement she was feeling. I suspected I knew what caused her amusement, so figuratively shook my head at further evidence of Beth’s incredible ability to read people. Because of that, I exchanged a bit of chit-chat with her, and some of that smile she was keeping back crept through her shields. Goddess! I could imagine she would look incredible with that smile at full beam width, and I shivered.

Beth said, “We have something of a problem. We brought a bunch of our friends this time, and if we’re going to be able to get out of here in any kind of timely fashion, Alyssa will need some staff help, but Katherine must deal with some other stuff and get Maren set up and going.”

“Oh, right. I’m looking forward to seeing how the customers react to her.”

“Katherine is willing to assign you to us but is concerned because we have something of a special relationship with Alyssa.”

“Yes. You’re more than just customers to Alyssa. She really likes you girls.”

My senses twanged again at the slight stress Delia had put on the adverb, and, again, I marveled at Beth’s near-psychic abilities.

Beth smiled in response, presumably to that stressed adverb, and added, a bit more quietly, “We have a preference for ... let’s call it clothing-optional, and Alyssa is happy to indulge us.”

Fuck! I was, as Rhee says, bang on about that smile. Her whole face glows with it, her eyes crinkling, her freckles perhaps a bit more obvious. If she were ever to turn that smile directly on me, I would probably melt.

With her eyes staying on Beth’s, Delia said, “I’d love to help them out, Katherine.”

Katherine replied, “Once again, Beth has the right of things. I must tell you that the girls are among our very best customers and that if I find out you’ve ... distributed any knowledge of them to anyone outside of the girls, you’ll be looking for a new job.”

Her smile’s wattage dropped only a bit, but she looked into Katherine’s eyes, let the smile wink out, and said, “I understand that, and you ... and the girls can trust me. If I may, I’d like to add something.” When Katherine nodded, Delia said, “I don’t mean anything at all by this except to point out that I’m trustworthy because I’ve never told anyone this. You’re involved with all of them, although I’m not positive as to how or how much.”

Katherine stared ... not daggers, but little, bitty, pointy things, perhaps needles, at Delia for a bit. Delia’s expression never changed from the twinkly-eyed, banked smile.

“Okay. Thanks, Delia. I appreciate your discretion.”

Delia glanced over her shoulders, causing me to look, too. The customer was still in the fetish section and, as far as I could see, no one else had entered the store.

“Katherine, I like working here and you’ve been good to me, particularly early this year.”

“And that’s why I bend at least a bit over backward for good staff. They’re hard to replace and I did not want to have to replace you.”

“Thanks. I’ll keep anything I learn inside my head.”

Katherine nodded, stared at Beth with an odd expression for a while, then said to Beth and Delia, “I’ll be with Mare for quite a while, but if you need me, text me. I’ve got my phone on vibrate. Delia, keep the breakroom door locked. A few of the girls are picking lunch up for everyone. Liya will contact Beth shortly before they arrive; please let the others in. I suspect there will be plenty, so if you like Indian food, feel free to help yourself.”

Delia nodded at the various directions and cracked a portion of that smile at the mention of the food.

As Katherine departed, I took the opportunity to tell Delia, “Your smile’s incredible.”

In return for the compliment, I got to be the focus of that smile. Holy ... Fucking ... Hell!

When Delia and Beth began heading for the break room, I pulled my figuratively hanging tongue back into my mouth and followed them.

When we stepped into the break room, Katherine called Mare to her and asked, “How’re you feeling?”

“Nervous.”

“I understand, but there’s no real reason to be so. You’ll do fine. However, as soon as you’ve eaten lunch, come find me in my office, and we’ll get you started. You won’t be doing any actual modeling for quite a while. Until then, you’ll be on the floor with me learning about the various departments and how and where to stock shelves and displays.”

Mare took a long, deep breath, then said, “Thanks, Katherine.”

Quietly, Katherine said, “Hang with our sisters and have lunch. Actually, I’ll come get some lunch at some point, then we’ll begin going over everything. Don’t eat or drink too much. If you get thirsty later, you know where the water fountain is. If you get hungry, I’m sure there’ll be some leftovers, and you know where the fridge is. I know my admonition not to be nervous won’t help, but perhaps this will.”

Katherine then pulled Mare into her and plastered a deep kiss onto her mouth. Mare returned it in spades.

More than a minute later when their mouths separated, Mare said, “Great. Now I’m nervous and horny.”

She grinned widely at the resultant chuckles and laughs and the gleaming look from Katherine.

I noticed that Beth, Delia, and Alyssa had their heads together, so headed their way, and when I arrived, Alyssa was saying, “ ... free to disrobe or not, however, I’ll be naked. Realize that if you opt for nudity, these two lovely guys will see you. I know you’re not particularly a guy fan, but they’re both wonderful guys and won’t leer at you.”

While Alyssa was still talking, Beth got a text, which she checked, and then quietly said, “Food is incoming in a few minutes.” She raised her voice to say, “Everyone, Meka and crew are almost here. We’ll need four volunteers to help ferry the food in here and another two to put the tablecloths we brought on the tables. The fold-out table is for the food.”

While various sisters headed to the back door and others, including Beth, began dealing with tablecloths, Alyssa and Delia headed to the back door.

Beth sidled over to me and whispered, “I saw you react to Delia’s incredible smile. She’s freaking lovely.”

“That’s the truth, at least when she lets that smile out to play. She’s the type of girl who, except for the freaking red hair, boys and even a lot of girl-loving girls might overlook ... until she looses that smile. I’d bet with that smile, she could get most boys ... and middle-aged men to do whatever she wants them to do.”