Chapter 11

June 19, 2017 (Monday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

Rhee and her mom got back from their weekend trip last night. I got a brief synopsis of the trip on the phone, but Rhee was whipped. I’ll see her at practice, and we’ll probably do something together afterward.

Practice was great! After a classroom session, mostly of ‘x’s and ‘o’s, we did a lot more triangle-passing practice. Coach introduced a new wrinkle to it: time limits. We had to cover a certain amount of the field in a certain amount of time with 3-on-2 situations. That was a lot of running, whether part of the 3 or the 2. I am pretty horrible on defense, so even with Rhee’s defensive skills, we did not do wonderfully as the 2, but Gracey and our center fullback, Ann, managed to stop most 3s. Rhee, Mia (our left wing), and I managed to get past Gracey and Ann once, but it’s no wonder that we had only one goal scored on us by a left wing last year. Usually, though, the 3s and 2s were a mixture of fullbacks, midfielders, and/or forwards. ‘Twas a great, but brutal, practice session. Liya surprised us by showing up near the end of practice, so after Gracey, Rhee, and I showered, we grabbed her and went to lunch. We caught Rhee up on the Bradley problem from the mall.

Rhee asked, “What is his problem? All the girls would go gaga for him if he were even somewhat nice.”

“Ain’t that the truth,” responded Gracey. “And don’t forget a modicum of tact. I mean, trying to pick Beth up when the three of us were obviously doing something together. What a moron.”

Liya changed the subject, “Rhee, you should have seen Beth that day. She was wearing ... I don’t know what to call them, but if they had had a few more inches of leg, they might have been shorts!”

“Aarrggh! Can’t we forget about that?”

“Oh, no, girl, we can’t,” responded Liya.

Rhee queried, “How did she look in them?”

“With those legs? She was fuckin’ sexy! If I were a boy – or a man – I’d have jumped her. She was sizzling!”

“Liya!”

“Forget it, Beth,” said Gracey. “Not only are you the pretty one...” the other girls nodded, “but you’re also the leggy one. If you get much taller, we’re going to have to carry, well ... forget sticks, we’ll need baseball bats to beat the boys, er, males off you.”

“Come on! You’ve already been asked out more than twice, and no one has asked me out.”

“What do you think that thing with Bradley was,” asked Liya.

“Yes, okay. But Bradley doesn’t count. I would never go out with him. Even if he cleaned up his act, I could never trust that any apparent change was permanent. Or even real.” I continued, “So, when is embarrass-Beth-weekend over? ‘Cause, I was never notified it was happening until it started.”

“Hah,” blurted Rhee. “You poor thing. You know the rules. If one of us isn’t here, then it gets extended until we’re all together.”

“Ah, yes. How could I have forgotten.” I started sniffling and said in a whiny voice, “But Liya’s the smartest, Rhee’s the best soccer player, and Gracey’s the tech wizard. So, I’m the one who gets picked on,” and I jutted my lower lip out and tried on as hang-dog an expression as I could manage.

Liya said, “Rhee, whap her upside the head.”

Rhee’s “Yes, ma’am,” was followed by her hand slapping the back of my head.

I responded, “Okay, okay. I’ll be good,” then proceeded to crack up, the others quickly joining me in laughter. After the frivolity came to an end, I said, “Thanks, guys. You help make my life wonderful.”

Rhee grabbed me and hugged me hard. “Stop that, girl. You’re gonna make me cry.”

“I know, maudlin. But I’m very glad that we’re all friends. You’re all such fun! We rock!”

After a bit, Gracey asked, “What’s on the agenda for everyone this afternoon? I ask, because I think Liya, Rhee, and I have a scheduled meeting to discuss kidnapping Beth’s dad and having our way with him.”

I sat up straight and stared at Gracey, my mind’s wheel traction-less.

“Oops,” she said. “Was I not supposed to mention that in front of Beth?”

Liya whapped Gracey in the head and replied, “No, you weren’t. She’s got a near monopoly on him, and we were trying to work around that.”

“Whoops. Sorry. Beth, just delete the mental recording of that, and we’ll go on like I never said anything.”

“No way! He’s my dad and if anyone’s going to have her way with him, it’ll be me!”

Oops.

Liya and Gracey both looked at me very oddly, but Rhee came to my rescue.

“Somewhat of a sore subject, guys. We discussed this the other night when she said something similar, something like ‘her dad is the most attractive, nicest guy around, and it didn’t seem fair to her that he was the only guy she couldn’t have.’ And she has a point.”

“Yeah,” agreed Liya, “he’s a major hottie and just so nice. I don’t blame Beth, even if she meant that she was ‘interested’ in him. If he were my dad, that would be a major conundrum, and I don’t know what my decision would be. So, Beth, don’t feel bad if you are interested in him – and I’m not asking. I don’t need to know and, like I said, I wouldn’t blame you for wanting to knock boots with him. Hell, I wouldn’t think poorly of you if you did knock boots with him.”

“Liya!”

“Sorry, Beth, but you lose on this one,” Gracey came back. “You’ve got the sexiest dad in the county, and we all want him. I ... we hope you don’t hold that against us.”

“How could I? I’d have to get a new set of friends, and I really like the set I have. And, yes, though it embarrasses me further, I don’t know that I would say ‘no’ to him. Sometimes I feel bad for thinking such ... thoughts, but he is the sexiest ... and nicest ... man in the county.”

I got a sudden thought and smiled a wicked smile. “I’ll tell you what. If I ever were to get him in that way, I’ll tell him I made a pact with you guys and I must share him with you.”

Pandemonium!

I got a text from Mom: “19th, Y.”

June 21, 2017 (Wednesday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

Yesterday’s game against Springfield went quite well. They have a pretty good team, but we still dominated the game, though not like the Midland game. Rhee scored twice, I got three assists, and we won 4-1.

Today’s practice was mainly for the defense, in preparation for the game tomorrow against Grass Valley and Charlize Sanderson, who is Rhee’s only real competition for the league’s scoring title. GV’s offense is designed much like ours, with Sanderson at center forward and with an offensive sweeper designated as Sanderson’s playmaker. So, we spent three hours playing our offense against our defense, mixing and matching our starting and backup midfielders to have midfielders for both offense and defense; we used only half the field. The backup forwards got to do the 3-on-2 drills against the backup fullbacks in the other half of the field. I suggested to Coach, though, that we mix up the fullbacks so that the backups had some practice in the defensive scheme that we had planned for Sanderson. That scheme was mostly built around Ann (our center fullback) being primarily responsible for marking Sanderson. That means that the two wing fullbacks needed to take on more responsibility for the center of the pitch and that the midfielders, particularly Rathi (our center midfielder), would have to concentrate on defense more than usual. That also meant that our offense was sometimes going to be on its own in the game, as we could expect less midfield support at times.

I was quite impressed with our defense, and I think they’ll do quite well tomorrow. I doubt we can hold Sanderson scoreless, but the D did a pretty good number on Rhee, today. Gracey looked particularly good. She’s really coming on, turning into a very good defender.

I am spending tonight at Rhee’s. I’d mostly forgotten that it is another clothing-optional house. Tomorrow is going to be busy. We’ve also planned the gang’s sleepover for Saturday next. I can’t wait!

I packed for the night at Rhee’s, my small duffel holding two changes of clothes (just in case!) plus my uniform for tomorrow’s game. Right before I exited my room, I put on a T and those cut-off shorts that caused me so much grief last week. No sense in donning undies, as I’d just be taking them off shortly after arrival at Rhee’s. The short walk to Rhee’s also marks my first conscious choice to wear those cut-offs in public. I guess I am becoming more comfortable with my appearance. I even gave Mr. Jacobsen, the 70-year-old next-door neighbor a wave and a smile when he said, “Looking good, Beth!” I also have to say that it was an interesting feeling with a bit of a breeze on my girl parts on the walk over. I had texted Rhee when I left the house, so she was on her front porch when I arrived.

“So, are these the infamous ‘shorts?’ I see what Liya meant about the nomenclature for that clothing item.”

I hugged her and responded, “I love you, too.” Rhee just looked at me, and I blushed a bit but looked her in the eyes and said, “Yes, these are they. You like?” I twirled once and then finished with a tongue-in-cheek, “Do they make my ass look big?”

I then cracked up.

“To borrow from Liya: ‘Girl, you’re sizzling in those.’”

“I assume I’m not going to be wearing them much longer. Right?”

“Sorry, no. We were elected – though, oddly, only one person got to vote – to go pick up some things from the store. We’ll go to the Safeway and get our job done, then we can goof off the rest of the day.”

“Uh.”

Apparently, I am not quite completely comfortable wearing these pants in public.

“Uhn-uhn, girl. You just toss your bag inside the door, and we’ll walk over.”

“You’ve got to stop channeling Liya; one is quite enough of her! Besides, I wasn’t expecting to go anywhere.” And, in something of a strained voice, “I’m not wearing undies.”

She reached down between my legs and stuck a couple fingers inside the leg of my shorts.

“Hey,” I shouted, as I backed away from her, which action extracted her hand from my pants.

Rhee laughed, saying, “I was checking the veracity of your claim. It’s obviously correct, but that doesn’t get you out of joining me on a brief constitutional and shopping trip,” she finished as she opened the front door.

I followed directions and threw my duffel inside; we started down the three blocks to the store.

On the return, Rhee asked, “Did you see that stock boy ogling you?”

“Give it up, Rhee, he was staring at your chest!”

“Well, yeah, until we went past him. When I turned slightly, he was definitely looking at your ass and legs. While your cheeks aren’t quite hanging out, I would imagine that with certain movements, a bit of a cheek peek might be possible. Perhaps I should follow you to check.”

“Stop that! No checking out my bootie.”

Shortly after we put the groceries away, we started shucking clothes in the kitchen. With so few clothes on, I was naked first, so I unhooked Rhee’s bra for her, then slid the straps off her shoulders. Rhee started to say something, but I reached around and pinched both of her nipples.

“Hey!”

Rhee then whipped around and reached for mine. I tried side-stepping, but she caught me and pulled me to her; she’s considerably stronger than I am, so my struggles were for naught. She leaned in and kissed me. I stopped struggling, looked at her, and then leaned in to kiss her. Our mouths met, then parted slightly so our tongues could explore. Our breasts mashed together, and she subtly moved her chest from side to side, which caused her now-erect nipples to scratch against my breasts. We brought the kiss to an end, and I stepped back, looking into her eyes.

“I’m pretty sure you’re not a lesbian and I know I’m not, but why does that feel so good with you? Why do I get so turned on?”

“Beth, we love each other. I’m not gay, but I see expressing that love for you physically as just another component of our deep relationship. I hope you’re good with it because I hope to do things like this with you for a while.” Then her words turned droll, “At least until I get a boyfriend or get to have my way with your dad.”

I rolled my eyes.

“Sure, just use me and toss me aside as soon as some pretty dick excites you.”

I followed that with a laugh, and Rhee joined in.

“Of course! What else are teenage girls for, other than practice?”

“Oh, you funny, girl.”

Then I stepped into her, pulled her to me, and tilted my head to the right. She obliged and our lips and tongues ... and breasts ... met again. Her hands ran down my back and reached my ass, and she began caressing and squeezing my cheeks. I reached up with my right hand and began stroking her left breast, pinching its nipple, while my left arm hooked around her to hold us as closely together as our universe’s current physical laws permit.

Rhee eventually interrupted our make-out session, took my right hand, and led me into the living room. She took the throw off the back of the couch and handed one end to me. I was a bit confused, but my confusion ended when she opened her end and moved to put it on the carpet. I quickly opened my end and did the same. She then laid down on the throw and beckoned to me.

“I want you here.”

I nodded my head, straddled her legs, and then lay atop her. Our mouths renewed the attack on each other’s, and her hands renewed the assault on my ass. I experimented a bit, kissing other parts of her head: her nose, forehead, ears, and then the sides of her neck. Her moaning started low and quiet but slowly ratcheted up in loudness and pitch. After a while of my lips getting to know various parts of her head and neck, they started down Rhee’s torso. I nuzzled my head between her breasts, kissing her breastbone and then running back and forth across both breasts, occasionally sucking a nipple into my mouth and swirling it with my tongue.

After a while, Rhee tried to pull me back up, but I resisted, instead heading farther south. My lips planted kisses all over her taut belly and then continued south. They reached her mons and then her short patch of black pubic hair. As my face continued lower, on its own volition, my tongue extended to lick the upper end of her slit, splitting her labia, and nuzzling her clit.

A low, soft, “Ohnnnnnnnn,” escaped Rhee’s mouth.

My mouth halted its downward drift, and my tongue concentrated on her lips and clit. My right hand found her slit and rubbed her labia and her perineum, including her anus. Louder and more intense noises emanated from Rhee. I then inserted a finger, then two, into her vagina, slowly sawing them in and out, only to extract them and play around her asshole. While I had my mouth loving her clit and labia, I had my fingers variously rubbing her perineum and exploring the inside of her pussy. I had just inserted my right thumb in her vagina and was rubbing her asshole with other fingers when I gently nipped her clit with my teeth, then started sucking on it like a, well, cock. Rhee started climbing the walls.

Her moans became squeals, and those squeals got loud. I stuck a left fingertip in her anus, and she went over the top. When Rhee finally came down from Heaven, but still panting somewhat, she stuttered.

“Oh ... Oh. My. God. H ... how did you ... n ... know to d-d-d do all that? That ... was incredible! Ahhoh.”

“Well, you know, reading. And knowing what feels good to me. That was ... really fun! That sounded like it was good for you.” I grinned at her. “It’s probably a good thing we got that out of your system now, ‘cause I think your mom might have been able to hear you from the garage, much less her room!”

Her eyes were still closed, and she was still panting a bit.

“Oh ... oh, my. That is so much better ... when someone else does it. Uh, what time is it?”

I looked up at the clock and told her that it was almost 3:30.

“If I’m going to return the favor, we might want to go to my room. Mom’s been home as early as 4. Of course, we probably need to wait until I can stand; my legs are still jelly.”

After a bit, Rhee sat up ... slowly ... and then managed to get to her feet, though was a little wobbly. I stood up, bringing the throw with me.

“You can leave that on the couch.”

“Uh, no. I don’t think so. You ... uh ... leaked? Yes, ‘leaked’ – quite a lot.”

She reached down and felt between her legs and said, “Oh. Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, silly. That’s part of the deal, as far as I understand it.”

“Yeah, but...”

“Quit! Yeah, it’s not chocolate milk with Bailey’s, but it ain’t bad.”

“Bailey’s?”

“Irish cream liqueur. Dad and Mom don’t let me have it often, and only a little when they do, but that stuff is the shizzle!”

“I guess I need to try it, though it probably won’t be here.”

We arrived in Rhee’s room.

“What should I do with the throw?”

“Uh. Hmm. I probably need to hide it in here and then wash it when I do laundry. I’ll have to dig up another throw to put on the couch.”

I handed it to her, and she stuffed it in her closet, then looked at her clock and said, “Ugh. I should probably do that now; it’s almost 4.”

She trooped back downstairs, and I heard her rummaging around somewhere. Then I heard, “Fuck! Mom’s home!”

I froze for a couple of seconds, then went into the bathroom and turned the shower on. Rhee came galloping up the stairs and I said, “You need to take a shower. You smell like sex. I’m just going to jump and rinse your ... not-quite-Bailey’s off my face and get my body wet. We must not have showered after practice.”