Chapter 125

January 13, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written January 14]

I suddenly woke from a lurid dream that my two nipples were being sucked by different lovers to find that it wasn’t a dream. I moaned, then opened my eyes to the crowns of Rhee and Char right in front of my face; my two nipple-suckers. I moaned again.

“I think she’s awake, now,” I heard Heather say. “It’s pretty rare that Rhee wakes before Beth. I think she’s still catching up on sleep from winter break.”

I had closed my eyes, again, because, of course, some aspects of sex are more enjoyable when one’s eyes are closed. Right? That first tentative lick of a nipple or tongue swiping along the outer labia. I know I can barely keep my eyes open for either of those.

Despite not seeing, I responded, “It’s not polite to talk about someone when she’s present. Or, at least, that’s what my mommy taught me when I was young. Is that not true anymore?”

“She must have gotten a good night’s sleep. She woke trying to be funny.”

After that, I could feel someone moving on the top of the bed and felt a presence in front of me, so opened my eyes to see Heather’s lovely blue eyes staring down at me sideways, her body to my right.

“I love you, Heather. I also love my two nipple suckers. However, now they’ve gotten me all horny.”

Looking into my eyes with her shining eyes and that great smile shining below them, or, from my point of view to the right of those eyes, she replied, “And we’re going to keep you that way all morning.”

“No fair,” I moaned with fake exasperation. “Just make me cum, you sadists.”

“Oh,” Rhee said after taking her mouth off my right nipple, “did you want to be whipped by us sadists?”

I closed my eyes again, mashed my head farther into the pillow, and replied, “Speaking of comediennes.”

Eyes still closed, I moaned again as someone’s finger ran along my pussy lips, after which I moaned in disappointment as all manipulation of my erogenous zones suddenly ceased.

“Yes, ‘sadists’ was the correct term,” I faux grumbled.

“Come on, slugabed. It’s already after 8. Civia’ll be here in a couple hours. She texted that she’s really excited to make what she termed ‘the first of gazillions of short walks from my new house to my second family’s house’.”

I chuckled and opened my eyes and found Char’s eyes, then said, “I have a comment and a question for you. The comment is that you should have seen Civia when we first met her. She was very little like the Civia of now, all happy, outgoing, and funny. My question was ... Actually, I have two ... maybe three questions, so we might want to consider those in the kitchen.”

We repaired to the kitchen and decided on hashed browns and cheesy scrambled eggs. We introduced Char to our new favorite eggs condiment, tomatilla-based green hot sauce, which she took to right away.

“Wow! That’s great and what a kick! I need to get a bottle for home.”

Gracey replied, “You can take one from here. The Moms bought it by the case last time. Well, no, it’s only a six-pack, but you’re still welcome to take one home.”

The girls had been kidding about keeping me on edge all morning. I asked Char what she thought of her second night of abandon with us.

“Oh, gosh. It was even better than the first, although part of that was that I knew my way around better this time. I’m so looking forward to living here. One thing I realized last night was that being one of those girl-loving girls makes having sex so much less angst-filled. I don’t have some of the worries that those purely boy-loving girls have. It was so fun last night. I am particularly happy that I got two of you to cum ... all by myself. I’m getting the hang of this. I also, now, fully understand why you chanced telling me about you and Charlie. I’d have chanced it, too, as I’m loving this lifestyle of nudity and sex.”

I replied, “You’ve now answered two of the questions I had for you.” I frowned in thought, then added, “I can’t seem to recall the third question. It’ll come to ... Oh. It just did. For your weekend next month, do you want us to invite Brit and Cera, too, or do you want to keep it to just us six? Or seven if Meka’s joined us?”

“Oh. Meka changes the ... geometry. If Meka joins, I’d like to have a weekend here with you six before adding the other two. Although perhaps they could come over for the Saturday so I can spend time with them to see if we’re compatible.”

“That makes perfect sense. That’s the way we’ll plan it.” I had another thought, then said, “I’m not thinking well. Brit and Cera will be here tonight so that they can be here Monday morning ... or, rather, afternoon, so Brit can do the body painting to finish off our appearances for the competition tomorrow night.”

“I’m tempted to call Mom and see if I can stay another day and go to school with you again, as the competition thing sounds fun.”

I looked at Char, sighed, then said, “I can’t wait ‘til you move here.”

We decided to take a shower – even though we were going to play soccer this afternoon – in order to wash away the sex of which we all smelled, although we did not wash Rhee’s hair.

The soccer game was fun! The weather was great (relatively calm, mid-60s) and Celeste came to watch! She had gone to school to pick up Andressa and hung out on the sidelines during the game with Brett and Lana, who Brett’s dad dropped off. Since 12 boys showed up to play, including our favorites (Victor, Jamaal, and Seamus, who is not Rachel’s Seamus), we played 11-on-11 with one sub that could play on either team. In order to make it easier to figure out who was on which team, we played shirts and skins, though we girls all wore sport bras, except for Civia, who defined which team was shirts.

We had Victor and Hope pick teams again, and for the same reason, with Victor selecting Civia first.

He said, “I want her scoring any amazing goals against Hope, rather than me.”

Civia returned the grin he sent her as she stepped out of the mass to join him. The rest of the women were split up fairly evenly. Hope had chosen Meka first and had also taken Rhee, Katie, Kim, and Heather, so Gracey, Char, Rachel, and I were on Victor’s shirts team. We took a half-hour break when Civia tied the score at 2 with a great shot, curling a right-footer into the upper-right corner from about the penalty-box line on the other side of the goal.

“That’s why I wanted her on my team,” crowed Victor.

Katie said, “Yeah, that was a good one, Girl. I thought I had you covered well enough that you couldn’t shoot.”

“I thought the same,” Meka responded. “She got just one step on you to her right and that’s apparently all she needed. Of course, perfectly placed shots are always a problem. It wasn’t a boomer, but our goalie still had no hope of getting to it.”

There was much chuckling at Meka’s witticism.

After the game, which Hope’s team won 4-3, a few of the boys hung around and chatted with us. When Victor, Jamaal, and Seamus found out Andressa was on the university team, their eyes bugged out.

“No wonder you had my number so often,” said Seamus. “You’re really good, and I don’t say that lightly since I’ve gotten some experience with these girls that frequently run rings around us.”

When Victor asked about her accent, she explained that she was from Brazil, but that her father worked in the Brazilian diplomatic service and was stationed in DC.

Victor asked, “Just tell me if I’m being too nosy, but why didn’t you go to one of the East Coast schools?”

“I grew up in Sao Paulo, which is a huge city, and I wanted to go to school somewhere smaller and with more ... umm ... open country, fewer people. My family was on a driving vacation a few years ago and we came through here. I really liked it, so investigated the school here. I applied to other schools, but this was where I wanted to go. They accepted me, and here I am. The climate is also much more to my liking than the East Coast.”

When we were down to just the 12 women, Brett, and the three guys we like best of the pick-up-game boys, I suggested we go to The Cold Sweets; everyone agreed. We shoved a few tables together and, like last time, got bowls rather than cones to make talking and eating ice cream at the same time easier.

Seamus said, “I wish I would have been here the last time you ladies played. I like it when you do, as I usually learn something, and it’s particularly good for a change of pace. I think you make everyone play better or harder, so they don’t get shown up so badly by gurrlz! This was the best game I’ve been in for a long time, and I’m sure you’re the reason ... or reasons.”

Jamaal replied, “I’m sure you’re right. I’ve learned a few things, too, one of which is that you girls rock.” He turned to Char and asked, “How often are you here? You live in Grass Valley. Right? But you’ve played here a couple times.”

“I visit Beth and company once a month, but that might change in spring.”

Jamaal was about to say something in response, but looked at Civia, furrowed his brow, and asked, “What’s got you so excited?”

Civia, a grin on her face, looked at Char, then glanced at me. Char looked like she was trying to keep from laughing at Civia, because she was being quite antsy.

Char smiled at Civia, turned back to Jamaal, and said, “I may be living with Beth and company next school quarter, and be here through summer.”

Victor exclaimed, “No freakin’ way! I assume you’ll be on the premier team. Yes?” When she nodded, he said, “They already had the best offense in the state. Holy smokes! And Civia will be on the team. Right?” Again, Char nodded, and Victor said, “I’ll try to get to as many of your home games as I can make, but I ref a lot. Even losing ... uhh ... Ann. Right?” Another nod and he added, “Even losing a really good center back, adding you two should make up for it, and that’s if Gracey doesn’t keep getting better. I got to a couple of Central’s games, and her time in the midfield last fall obviously got her learning a bunch. I think you won’t miss Ann all that much with her at center back.”

Gracey looked surprised, but recovered, saying, “Thanks, Victor. I appreciate the compliment, a lot, coming from you.” She looked around the table quickly, then said, “We girls really appreciate you three boys. You’ve been accepting of us from the start, despite that we’re younger than you and, you know, gurrlz.”

“No prob. Besides, my older sister would kick my a ... butt if I wasn’t respectful. She doesn’t play soccer, but she’s an athlete, too. She got a scholarship to play volleyball at Virginia Tech. She’s waaay better at volleyball than I am at soccer.”

Rhee jumped in, saying, “Oh, wow. Some of us love volleyball, but it’s a fall sport, too, so we’ve never been able to play other than in gym. What’s her name? I’ll look her up online.”

The conversation began turning away from sports until we headed out the door. We said our goodbyes to the boys and walked to the house.

On the way, Rachel asked, “When will your new house be available for the next sleepover?” In response to a few sideways looks from the seniors, she said, “Yes, okay, I’ve enjoyed hanging with these crazy freshmen and I’m looking forward to the next one.”

I said, “Do you want us to invite your Seamus?”

She opened her eyes wide as she looked at me, then responded, “No. I’m not sure I could keep my hands off him if I were sleeping in the same bed, even with other girls in the bed, and I don’t know that I could deal with him sleeping with other girls if I weren’t with him. I ought to be able to do so, but I’m not sure I can.”

I grinned at her and said, “This could provide you with a good test!”

She laughed at me, then said, “Too good of a test. This crowd has a sizable percentage of the hot girls in school! He’s a good guy, but you might be too much temptation.” She turned to Brett and added, “I don’t know how you manage. I’m not into girls, but if any group of girls could change that, it would be this group. To a girl, they’re interesting, enjoyable, and attractive.”

Brett replied, “That’s exactly why I manage. They’re all you said and they all like me, and I’ve had nearly no friends this good.” He pulled Lana into his hip and added, “If I pissed them off, my cousin and only other friend might even abandon me, so I manage.”

The seniors other than Meka took off when we got back to the house, and the seven of us that played today took a quick shower, as Brett and Lana were staying for a while. Civia and I helped Rhee with her hair. As we were drying it, I looked across Rhee’s head at Heather and frowned, then queried Civia.

“Is it just me, or are you even taller?”

She nodded, saying, “Another three-quarters of an inch in the past month plus. I’m closing in on 5’5”.”

Rhee said, “You’re gonna pass us up this spring if you keep growing like that. You’re also filling out a bit.”

“I am. Coach hasn’t seen me in a while. I hope she’ll be pleased.”

I responded, “I’m sure she will. You don’t look much like the skinny, little girl you were when we met you. We’ll have to get Meka to have a session with you in which she knocks you around a bit.”

Again, she nodded, then added, “Yes, I probably need to do that, but I like what I see in my mirror. Meeting you guys has completely changed my life. I’m in better shape all around. I’m stronger, and I have a lot of good friends. I’m happy, very happy. I’m really looking forward to the premier season!”

Around 4:30, we had a round-robin of hugs for Brett and Lana, as Meka was driving them home.
Four parental units arrived as we were seeing our friends out the door, so we had a brief round of hello-goodbyes. After things got settled, Char and I asked to talk to them while the others hung out upstairs; we did not want to overwhelm the parents with the seven of us, and, of course, there was at least a chance of the discussion going somewhere we did not want to go in front of Civia.

Char explained about the GV soccer team, what we girls had discussed at the state tournament, and her disastrous conversation with that team’s coach.

“My mom and I talked about this, and she suggested a solution, and then the whole family discussed it. When I got here, I talked with the girls, and I’d like to ask you if you, all of you, but particularly Sandy, Carol, and Charlie, if you’d be willing to put me up starting with the school spring quarter and going through summer so that I could join the premier team here.”