The Larissa Epic
Copyright© 2026 by Oz Ozzie
Chapter 9: Tuesday 13th December
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 9: Tuesday 13th December - At the start of the story, Larissa is a young woman failing to cope with Covid. The story trace's Larissa's growth through the challenges of Covid and marriage with Julian, and the lives of people around her, ending with Larissa and her friends changing the nature of Australia
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa mt/ft Fa/Fa Mult Teenagers Fiction Rags To Riches Light Bond Group Sex Orgy Exhibitionism Oral Sex Nudism
She caught up on media while she was in the car on the way to see Ruby and Chelsea. Such an interesting day too. The headlines were all about negative gearing; the government’s bombshell announcement had absolutely rocked financial markets, and all the guilty parties that Sienna had exposed were up in arms, and that pretty much included any well off Australian over the age of forty. But there were more than a few articles and op-eds pointing out that everyone knew that the current course was completely unsustainable, and something had to give. And the lead cartoon was a monster’s body on the ground with the label ‘negative gearing’, and a girl in a bikini - recognisably Sienna - standing over it, holding a spear aloft and shouting ‘I killed the beast!’
The other big story was that some editor at some Murdoch paper had been dismissed late in the afternoon the day before, and the paper had printed a formal apology to Layna and Larissa, along with a flowery write up praising them in an attempt to head off any libel suite. The paper had also collected some of the best memes from the day before on twitter and published them too. The other papers had started investigating - who paid for what? The satire news sites were having field day. Her favourite was a cartoon showing Clyde pointing his finger at her, a gun in his other hand pointing at his own head, saying, “If you keep being nice, I’ll have to shoot!”
She looked in the financial press and discovered that Alison had released the manifesto. A nice photo of it, Patti’s beautiful handwriting. But by now, it was a non-event, really. There was nothing in it that wasn’t already hopelessly obvious to everyone given what had happened since, but the write up for it pointed out that there was only one hold out: Clyde. But sooner or later he’d probably wise up since he really would do anything for money.
Then she found a serious article, going through Clyde’s business arc - a meteoric rise, but recently it’d been all downhill, ending with the disaster of Friday’s announcement. Perhaps, the article finished, someone should give him fifteen minutes of business advice - should Larissa pick someone? Very funny, and she was still laughing when she got to breakfast. The best part was that the author was someone who hadn’t been at the beach. That pretty much meant that all the media knew, and Clyde would know that. Very funny.
She hugged Ruby and Chelsea and sat down with them at the back of their favourite cafe. First, they wanted to look at her wrist, so she let them have a good look.
Then Ruby said, “Larissa, we know. We know that it’s all due to you. You saved us, and you saved Layna, and then Isla and Sarah. And Sienna: wow!”
Larissa grinned. “I helped, sure, but I like helping. But no one knew what Sienna would do, could do. Even her mum and dad.”
“Well,” Chelsea said, “talking about them, Larissa, we have to go up to Sydney and admire the painting in person!”
“It’s pretty amazing, that’s for sure. Pulling the cover off it, and looking at it ... I had goose bumps.”
“Amazing, Larissa,” Ruby said, “but just what did you do for them?”
“Well, that’s confidential, of course, but you two can keep a secret so...” They promised. “One of Sienna’s problems was evidently that her mum was damaged as a kid. So I got the chance to talk to her mum, just the two of us, and she had been, and she drank to avoid her past, and I said, stop that and share your heart with your husband completely, and she did, and things are better for both of them.”
Ruby looked at her, thinking, and then said, “Thanks. There’s more, of course, but that’s lovely.”
“Sure. But anyway, what’s up with you two?”
They were doing well. Ruby had finished Uni and got a job in a clinic doing a mix of physical therapy and sexual counselling and loving it. The clinic had a very strong mentoring program in place for her, since she was so young, and she liked that; her two mentors, male and female, were very considerate and caring. Chelsea had a year of uni to go and was working as a fitness instructor for the holidays and enjoying that. They agreed that they’d run with her on the beach in the mornings before her swim, since hardly anyone could keep up with her in the water. Maybe her wrist would be good enough for running tomorrow, but not swimming. But she was working tomorrow, come hell or high water.
Ruby and Chelsea laughed at her, and they talked about a few of their other friends and acquaintances in common, how they were going. “Hey, Larissa,” Ruby said, “Guess what? Taman and Dewi are having a baby!”
Wow, that was big news. And Asha hadn’t told her first - she’d be bummed about that. “Really? I hadn’t heard that!”
“Yeah, I only found out last night - it was on Facebook. Cause she accidentally told a friend and ... well, you know.” Larissa understood how that went. “She says it was unexpected but they’re making the best of it as they can.” Oh? “It’s just that Dewi’s got morning sickness really bad, and she’s had to quit her job, and that means that she’s not getting paid.”
Oh, interesting. “What was she doing?”
“Umm, let me think. I think she was doing childcare.”
That was plenty physical. “OK, thanks.”
They finished up breakfast soon after that, and she got good hugs and kisses from them both. In the car, she called Asha. “Hey, how’s it going?”
“Good. Just about to start my shift, why?” Asha was working as a nurse’s aide through her holidays.
“I just had breakfast with Ruby, so I believe you have news to tell me!”
“Oh I do, I knew, but I wasn’t allowed to say until last night, I was going to come around tonight!”
“Well, please, come around after dinner, but tell me!”
Asha laughed and told her all about it - Dewi was pregnant by surprise, and other than really bad morning sickness, she was actually happy and things were going well. Taman was being really good about it and seemed genuinely happy. They had figured out where the baby would sleep, but Dewi losing her job was a big problem, they were trying to figure out what to do about it.
“I have an idea. Can you send me her number?”
Asha did. “OK, one more thing, I ran into Chantal last night, she wasn’t having a good night. It’d really be good if you drop in and see her after your shift. I’ll set it up.”
“Sure. What happened?”
“Nah, she should tell you, but she needs love.”
Asha had her shift to start, so Larissa said goodbye and sent a message to Chantal.
✉ Larissa: Hey Chantal, I’ve suggested to Asha to drop in and see you after her work. Take it easy today.
Then it was Dewi’s turn for a message:
✉ Larissa: Hi, this is Larissa. Congratulations! I just heard. Asha says mornings aren’t good for you, but can you call when you can talk?
Dewi called immediately. “Hi Dewi. Thanks for calling. How’s it going?”
Larissa got a quick dump of how everything was going. What she’d already heard, and a warning that Dewi might disappear from the call at anytime to empty her guts. “But why did you want me to call you? And how are you after the other night?”
Larissa explained how she was - getting better now. “Anyway, I did ask you to call, yes. I hear you’re out of work.” Yes. “Well, maybe that’s good for me. For us. During the weekend, Layna and I were talking, and we were wondering about getting a cleaner to clean our house, the barns, and her project office. Would be like a mostly fulltime job, but you could sleep in in the mornings and work afternoons. What do you think?”
“You’re serious?”
“Sure. We’re all busy, even Steph who’s pregnant and super busy working for Layna and running around after Rachel. But it has to be done by someone we know and trust, because of who we are.” Understand, Dewi said. “So that could be you, if you want. Do you want to come around this afternoon and have a look?”
“Umm, OK. Larissa, this is hard to believe, after your history with Taman. But sure, I’d love that, we’ve got a problem. How much would you pay?”
“I don’t know. Fifty percent more than you were getting? Dewi, given who we are, people will ask, what’s it like? You have to say nothing, nothing at all, whatever you see. Well, unless it’s illegal but that won’t happen.”
“Fifty percent!” Dewi was having trouble believing that.
“Sure. For someone who cleans well, and we can trust ... it’s a no brainer, Dewi. And about Taman ... meh. He grew up, right?”
Taman had grown up. Larissa had hardly seen him, but Julian went fishing with him every few weeks, either from off a pier, or out in a little tinny that Taman borrowed from a friend, and Julian had told her about where Taman was in his life - a very different place, focused on his wife and job, and tied into their family activities.
Dewi laughed for how she said that. “He sure has!”
“OK. Can you come by at five?”
Sure. Dewi could do that.
Julian’s grandparents had decided that they collectively got more of her if they met her together, so she met both sets at James’ parents place. She had lovely hugs and then she sat in the lounge with them catching up. They’d all watched the Friday night attack and asked the normal questions, and then they asked what she was doing there in the first place, so she had to explain about the trip to Sydney. Which led to talking about Sienna, and that lead to talking about negative gearing, which they had strong opinions about. They argued amongst themselves about that, in fact. Then she shifted onto asking them about their health, which was always a long story, given their age.
She finally escaped from them after a long discussion about how the family were all moving into a single compound together, an idea the grandparents found fascinating. They wanted to ask, Larissa could tell: were they part of this? But she didn’t know, wouldn’t know what to say.
In the car, she looked at her response from Chantal about Asha dropping in.
✉ Chantal: I have to tell her?
✉ Larissa: No you don’t, but she’ll understand completely, and Asha doesn’t spread stories. How are you this morning?
✉ Chantal: You were right about the hangover from hell. Can think now. Now I’m just waiting for the sky to fall on me
✉ Larissa: That was last night, the sky nearly fell. Today it’s just people who love you and want the best for you, so don’t be afraid. But call me if you need some gentle love
✉ Chantal: You’re right, thanks
While she was exchanging those messages, she also messaged the three girls from around the fire last night.
✉ Larissa: Hey girls. This is Larissa. I ran into you three around a fire at a party last night. Do you remember what happened?
✉ Girl 1: Y I do
✉ Girl 2: Yes. You arrived at just the right time. Thanks heaps
✉ Girl 3: Umm. Not much?
Larissa let Girls 1 and 2 explain what happened. They remembered enough. Once they’d done that, she joined in again.
✉ Larissa: Do you girls know each other?
✉ Girl 2: Met at parties, that’s all
✉ Girl 3: Had we?
✉ Girl 1: Y but not surprised you don’t remember. You been wasted
✉ Girl 3: Oh no surprise I guess
✉ Larissa: You know who I am, right?
✉ Girl 1: Yes of course
✉ Girl 2: Sure
✉ Girl 3: Y. Legend. And now I have a selfie with you!
✉ Girl 2: Do you remember it?
✉ Girl 3: No
✉ Girl 1: You shoulda. Larissa owned that party. It totally changed after
✉ Girl 3: Oh? I think I left
✉ Girl 2: Y. You needed to, you were wasted. Well, we were too, but not as much as you. There was no more alcohol afterwards
✉ Girl 1: Right. It disappeared. Totally different mood after - very chill
✉ Larissa: Girls, I was going to say to you last night but you were too wasted: those boys weren’t looking after you. They were grade A predators
✉ Girl 1: Yes. They were
✉ Larissa: The kind that leave you with bad memories and STDs at best
✉ Girl 2: Fuck yes
✉ Larissa: It’s your life. You make your own decisions. But I know where the decisions you were making last night lead. I used to make them
✉ Girl 1: I hear you
✉ Larissa: Please treat this as a wake up call: Make different decisions, and have a better life. Be strong, there’s no reason on earth to put up with crap from boys, or for good looking girls like you to get wasted with people you don’t know well around you
✉ Girl 2: Yes. Like you say, a wake up call
✉ Girl 3: Who the fuck are you to say that?
✉ Girl 1: Hell, she’s Larissa. Who else in the world has more right to say that?
✉ Girl 2: Fuck yes
✉ Girl 3: No one, I guess
✉ Girl 2: Right, no one. I’m going to listen. Thanks Larissa
✉ Girl 1: We should all three listen. Joyo, you have a selfie with Larissa, but you don’t remember? Shit that’s a mess. And we all come close to getting gang-banged last night. Fuck
✉ Girl 3: It would’ve been Chantal
✉ Girl 2: Larissa could have pulled her out and left us to those boys. Then it would’ve been at least one of us
✉ Girl 1: It would’ve been. Joyo, it would’ve been you first
✉ Girl 3: I guess it would’ve
✉ Larissa: Seek help. There are help programs for drinkers, and it’s way less embarrassing to get help for that than to get treatment for STDs, or to explain to your lover or family later why you can’t have babies
✉ Girl 3:...
There was a pause after that. Had she gone too far? But later, she got follow ups:
✉ Girl 1: I got help. Thanks. I’m enrolled in a program
✉ Girl 3: Once I cooled down, I saw the sense in that. I’m seeing my GP tomorrow. Thanks Larissa
✉ Girl 2: Oh? Which program?
✉ Girl 1: [link to program]. Want to do it with me?
✉ Girl 2: Sure, thanks, I’ll ask if I can
✉ Girl 3: Good idea. If I don’t like my doctor’s plan, I’ll join too
✉ Larissa: Great. Be strong, make good decisions, hope you get great sex and even better relationships
✉ Girl 1: Thanks Larissa, you’ve really loved us here
✉ Girl 2: Yes. You’re awesome, thanks
✉ Girl 3: I agree. I’ve decided. I’ll be wearing your ribbon
✉ Larissa: Great, good luck!
While that was happening, she had lunch with about a hundred elderly people, moving around the tables chatting to them, telling them stories about her job, and letting them ask questions about David Jones and the attack on Layna. Over lunch she focused on the ones who had really poor eyesight, and then after lunch she showed them a video that Layna’s team had mixed up for her, big events from the year, and let them ask her about them. And also, let them tell her how wonderful Sophie was, and how they knew that Larissa was a great woman, no matter what anyone else said, because Sophie liked her, and there was no greater praise than that.
That was sweet, and she felt great when she got back to her car and caught up with the news. The first piece of news made her laugh: Clyde’s political party was organising a protest against the end of the coal subsidies that the Minister had announced during a joint press conference with Robert earlier in the day. The subsidies were being reorientated to helping the areas and people affected by the impending end of coal mining to adapt, particularly by moving to renewable generation. They’d also announced a bunch of big projects to build out the grid backbone, with the long-term aim of tripling the capacity, right about what Layna had announced would be necessary, though Julian had told her that lots of teams had come up with that number.
Then Larissa groaned. Clyde had called the protest for Thursday because there was a meeting of the national cabinet on Thursday. That probably meant she had to go to Canberra on Thursday since they’d promised Kayla she was up at the next meeting. Sure enough, she looked at her email, and Suzy was busy organising that. There was no way she had time on Thursday, it was already busy. How could she get to Canberra? And when would she ever stinking get to actually work? She was definitely working the next day, come hell or high water. Her wrist was better, but not good enough. Yet. But it would have to be.
She got home, hoping for a play with Rachel, since she’d just be waking up, but Steph had taken her out while she was asleep to go to a Christmas party for the girls she used to work with at the hospital.
She was thinking about wandering over to the project office to say hello when she got a message from security: Amelia and Grace had turned up. She met them at the pool, and they all stripped and jumped in. It’d kind of been a thing when this first happened, leaning on Grace to get her naked, and Grace half-pretending she didn’t want to, but doing it anyway, and getting turned on. Amelia found that hysterically funny, but that’s how Grace was wired. But it was routine now; even getting on the guys to come over from the project for a chat wouldn’t bother Grace. And Amelia, hell, she’d just enjoy that, she’d roll over so they could loose their shit over her ass, which was still the best Larissa had ever seen. Such a far cry from the Amelia of old, and Larissa shook her head wryly.
Once they’d played around a bit in the water, they got out, lay in sun, and started chatting. Larissa immediately headed for the most important subject. “So, Amelia, have you chosen yet?”
“Oh Larissa, it’s been so hard! I have to decide today.”
Grace blew a raspberry. “Right. How have you coped?”
Amelia blew a raspberry back at her, and all three of them laughed, though Larissa did put a note in her head to come back that question for Grace - there was just a little hint of sour grapes there.
“Oh look, I know that I’m super lucky,” Amelia said, “and I’m not complaining, but there has been a fair bit of pressure. I’m going to lay out my choices for you, and you can both tell me what you think. And then I’m going to decide finally with Ross tonight.”
“OK,” Lariss said, “but what do I know about anything?”
Grace blew another raspberry, and both her and Amelia laughed.
“I value your judgment very much, Larissa. You understand both that there’s technical parts, and relationships. Just tell me what you think, OK?”
Sure, Larissa could do that. And in fact, Amelia faced a hard decision, one that Larissa’s opinion was relevant to. And the question was simple: which Job offer was Amelia going to accept? She’d finished architecture at uni near the top of her class, and several different architecture firms had come knocking on her door. Because of her assignments, and because of her projects that she had under her belt that would come to the firm with her.
“OK. Start by updating me about your projects.”
“Sure,” Amelia said. “There’s here. This place. Obviously, that I’m doing it is locked in, because your family says so. So I’m kind of choosing the firm for you. You guys have been good about that, but it’s still real pressure, you know? What you want is really simple in some ways, and really complicated in others. I mean, in terms of design and approvals. And there’s Layna in the background looming over everything. That’s also a factor.”
“Why is that?” Grace asked her.
“Well, Layna has to make shows about the sustainability of everything we do. How can she not? And having someone so high profile as Layna reviewing everything we do in depth? I think it’s really going to complicate the design process, because we’ll keep having to re-evaluate, and we need real genuine engineering and scientific expertise built into the architecture process. When I took this on, it was just to design the home the way you want it, to maximise social living, which is what I’m all about, but I’ve discovered that even though the family is being really good about it, Layna’s team reviewing things just keeps making us revise things all the time.”
That did make sense.
“What has anyone else in the familty said about it?” Larissa asked her.
“I reviewed my choices with James and Sophie on Sunday after church,” she said. “And I’ll tell you what they said after you comment. Julian doesn’t care what the firm is, as long as everything is transparent and justified. Nobody else has an opinion. So far.”
“What about the other project? That’s fallen through now, right?”
She could hear Amelia’s thrill in her answer. “I thought so too, after Layna’s project left the building. I mean, we were all a bit let down about that - Layna asked me to see if I could redesign to get them some more space, and I met with the residents and did all this design, and then she decides to come here. I mean, that was a good decision for her, but it felt like popping a balloon to every every one else, you know? I thought I would still get my final uni assignment out of it, at least.”
“Sounds like a big ‘but’ coming to me,” Larissa said. “Though I also remember that you said it was dead after Layna said she was coming here - the numbers won’t work, right?”
“We all thought so, but my professor really loved the project, and made a couple of simplifying suggestions that actually could make the financials work after all, and I let the building co-op know, and they called a meeting between me and all the residents at the start of December, and they pretty much talked themselves into doing it. I mean, they really love the ideas, and it’ll be so much nicer for them.”
“Sure will,” Grace interjected. “Hell, I want to live there now. Digging up the roads, and replacing with gardens, pools, and a sports court? So much better!”
“Well, that’s what they said. I showed them how it could be done in phases, and how it would change their lives, and they just voted to go ahead in principle. When I get an employer, then they’ll do a quick RFP with them so everything is done properly, and if the price hasn’t jumped up too much, it’s a go.”
“That’s great,” Larissa said. “So well deserved. I remember the first time I talked with you at Steph’s place, and you were so excited to build social spaces, buildings that bring people together. And now, here you are, doing it. I’m so thrilled!”
“Thanks,” Amelia said. She reached over and kissed Larissa quickly. “It wouldn’t have come together like it has without you bringing balance to my life. But guess, what, Larissa, there’s another project!”
“Oh?”
“Yeah. You know how you introduced me to Jane, so Jane could make design input into your part of the home?”
“Sure. I just loved her micro-home.”
“I went down to see it, and it’s the coolest thing ever,” Amelia said.
She explained what it was like to Grace.
“Anyway, Larissa, we’ve had a lot of fun merging her ideas about couples living with my ideas about wider family living, and we got talking about what Thomas and Jane want, and she’s asked me to drive the design of their house.”
“They have a house?” Larissa asked, in surprise. “They told me that they’re going to stay in the microhome for a few years yet!”
“They’re going to,” Amelia said. “But like she said, eventually, it won’t work, right?” Larissa agreed that Jane had said that.
“Well, Thomas has bought this amazing block with views up and down the valley, just incredible vistas. And they’re going to build a new home that supports his business needs, their wider family, and them. And they expect it’ll take a few years.”
“Oh, they did talk about that. So they found a place?”
“Yep, and the home they want is going to be a social hub of my dreams, but also a cosy family centre for them personally as well as having space for her parents and maybe more of the family. And it’s also got to be a real architectural and engineering showpiece.”
All that made total sense for Larissa based on how Thomas and Jane thought about life. “So that’s going to be yours too?”
“Probably. It’s a bigger project than the others, and the parts I would do are a small subset of the whole. Thomas says that once I’m settled, he’ll come and talk to the bosses of the firm, and if he likes the story they tell, and they put me in the right place for their project, then it’ll be a goer.”
“Great. So you’re taking three decent projects to them. Is that why they want you?”
“Mostly. And Larissa, they’re not three decent projects - yours and Thomas’s homes are like high-profile signature designs, both because of who you are, and also, what you’ve asked for. But also, my professor says that I’m just doing something completely different to the rest of the students, thinking about design from a place he’s not seen before, and that’s why he put the word out to his mates, even though I’m not one of the top students.”
“That’s awesome. So what’s your choices?”
“Well, I had a handful of firms talk to me, but it’s come down to three. And each has different pros and cons.”
“Well, hit me with them.”
“The first is a big firm. Huge. They’ve got offices everywhere, and unbelievable depth, and proven track record doing tricky engineering things, and getting environmental design right.”
“Sounds pretty good to me,” Larissa said.
“And they’re offering me the most money. By quite a bit. And a fast track to being a partner.”
“That sounds more than pretty good to me,” Grace said.
“But?” Larissa asked her.
“Well, they have the depth, but glass door says that they’re pretty cumbersome, lots of project management, and so they end up having high overheads, and reviews suggest that maybe they short-change things. But they always get it done, which matters.”
Larissa screwed her face up, thinking about that combination. Getting it done did matter. But... “They might lock you up in process and kill your enthusiasm?”
“They might. The second is a boutique firm - pure architecture, just 4 partners and a few technicians. The way they work is to sub-contract out everything else, and focus on the overall design. They’ve got no technical depth, but why would they need any? What they have got is a list of design awards a mile long, and an impressive list of celebrity customers. And they’ve promised me total artistic control, whatever I want.”
Larissa could hear how much that meant to Amelia. And it sounded intriguing.
“What about the money?” Grace wanted to know.
“Well, that’s kind of harder,” Amelia said. “There’s a base salary, which is OK. And I’d get bonuses based on contract size when the project finishes. 6 figure kind of bonuses.”
“But?” Larissa asked her.
“I’m not sure, Larissa. There’s no public information on their employment record, because it’s just them. But I went through the contract with a toothpick, and I’m not convinced that the bonus part is actually locked in.”
“Right,” Larissa said. “I totally expected to hear that. I know about six figure bonuses. That’s a really substantial amount of money, everyone wants a piece of it. But ... vets, Amelia, I know about that business. You have a business with only a few owners, and not much depth, well, when things happen they have no depth, and you have to do whatever needs doing. So even if they’re genuine, you might not have the freedom they want to give you.”
Amelia pursed her lips. “Maybe. Well, the third, it’s a mid-size design firm, big enough to have it’s own engineering department, with some depth of expertise, and some design awards, but not really good ones. And it’s got good coverage across the range of architecture disciplines. And they don’t do sub-contracting. It’s a one-stop shop. Glassdoor says that the employees like it. And it seems to have a balance between process and freedom. I’ve been talking to the managing partner, and I like him. He really wants me, because they need more design chops.”
“What about the money,” Grace asked her.
“They’re offering the least,” Amelia said, “though there’s no bonus system; the base is a more than the small firm but it’s definitely a lot less total.”
“That’s interesting,” Larissa said. “Did he say why? And you asked for more, right?”
“He said that bonuses lead to bad behaviour to the customers and within the firm. He’s kind of old-fashioned about this: name your price, and deliver on the service, and don’t play games. And he did go up a bit, but said that companies that are offering me more than what he’s offering will shaft me without hesitation, so I have to decide not only what my design drive is, but also how I see myself doing customer service. You know, what’s my work ethos? And how will I compromise between client budget, environmental impact, and design freedom?”
“Well, that is interesting,” Larissa said. She’d been really unsure which was the right option until she heard that sentence about ethos. “So, this last mob, can they do our house?”
“Sure. At least, as far as I can see.”
“Well, it seems really clear to me, Larissa said, “but what’s their story about professional development for you?”
“We haven’t really talked about that.”
“Well, you need to. Anyway, it has to be last guy. The one who said you have to choose about your ethics. I know you, Amelia, and that really matters to you, it’s part of your soul. I don’t see how anything else matters.”
“You don’t think she should choose more money?” Grace asked.
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