Chapter 158

March 5, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

In the morning, Brit asked to check on her artwork, saying, “You don’t need to take off that lovely panty Rhee lent you. Just drop the back so I can check on the hands. I can see that the eyeballs are fine.”

He began pushing down the back of the panty, but Brit said, “Stop. You don’t have to do that. No one’s going to see it at school.”

Heather faked a complaint, “Aww, you’re no fun.”

Brit grinned at Heather, then looked back and said, “Thanks for doing that, Brett. I very much enjoyed it.”

“As I said, I’d do almost anything for you, and I liked that.”

“I just sort of wish, like Liya, that it were my panty you were wearing to school. Goddess, that would get me almost hyperventilating every time I saw you.” Brit then asked the room, “I know it’s mostly an excuse to be intimate with him, but could we do something like that for Wednesdays? Either the eyeballs or the hands? I’d bet the Moms would get a kick out of it, and Carol would probably insist on seeing the hands if I were to paint in a bit of the arms.”

Lana responded, “That would be cool! And I agree. Carol would want to see those hands.”

After Lana put her lunch on the table, she dramatically unbuttoned that button, sat, then began to gush about her art class.

“Ms. Sullivan loved the eyeballs, Brit. When I told her it was entirely your idea and painting effort, she told me to tell you that she wants you in her class next year.”

Brit rounded her eyes and elevated her eyebrows.

“She said you got the point across excellently with a minimum of brush strokes. And, uh, she looked at it really closely. I mean, really closely. She also said that comedic art was harder than most people thought, but that you got the expression exactly right, and the eyes looking in exactly the right direction if they were looking at my nipple. She wanted to... Holy shit! She’s heading your way!”

A somewhat cute and very little woman walked up to behind Brit, looked at Lana, and asked, “Is this the artist?”

Brit quickly stood, although then became nervous about standing as she was about a half-foot taller than Ms. Sullivan.

The woman sussed that and said, “Don’t worry about it. Everyone’s taller than I am. You’re Brit?” When Brit nodded nervously, she added, “I loved your eyeballs and I’d like to see you in art classes next year. Lana explained about her nails, showing me all 20 of them, but said that I should see your work on a classmate named Brett.”

A shiver of nervousness went around the tables, but we realized she was talking about his nails, not his crotch or ass. Brit pointed him out three places down, and he was taking off his left shoe and sock as she arrived. He spread his hands on the table with the fingers spread.

“The right and left sides are identical. It starts on my foot.”

She looked for a while, then said, “Brett, I’m Ms. Sullivan, if Lana didn’t tell you. Lana told me nothing about the job Brit did on your nails. May I inspect them closely?” When he agreed, she leaned over in front of him studying the nails for a while, then asked him, “If so, don’t tell me how, but is this art tied directly to you?”

He answered positively and she returned to studying them. After a minute or a bit more, she stood up straight.

“Who is the young woman ... At least, I assume it’s not one of the two older young men, so who is the woman that had such a positive effect on Brett’s life? I assume she’s here.”

My face went scarlet but I did not indicate to her in any other fashion that it was me. However, all my friends’ heads turned to me, and she simply followed their gazes.

“Ah. A very lovely young woman. Please feel free, Brett, not to answer, but what was the problem with which she helped?”

“Shyness, particularly with girls. I met Beth in first grade, but it was Beth and Lana, who is my cousin, who are represented on my big toe.”

“Ah. That makes perfect sense.” She turned back to Brit and said, “I’d really like to see you in my art classes next year, Brit. That is a superb telling of someone’s life story ... and on only ten nails. Brilliant.” She turned back and said, “Thanks, Brett, for allowing me to study your manly foot. And you now have these 13 girls as friends because of their help?”

“No, just 11 here. It’s just chance that there are 13 girls at the table now. The other two are at another school, although I consider these two friends, also.”

“My, what a ... non-random sampling of female appearance.”

Meka responded, “Oh, it’s random enough. At the table now are four of the five seniors on the girls’ soccer team, as well as four of the freshmen on that team.”

“Oh. I recall a PA announcement in January about that team. Would any of the young women mentioned in that announcement be here?”

“Actually, all of them are. This is where we were when the announcement was made.”

“My ... my ... my. Fascinating. And the others?”

“The cute blonde next to Brit, Heather, and our pretty member of Mexican descent, Gracey, here next to me, were on the team. Liya, Brit, Cera ... and Brett were assistants to Coach Virtanen. Lana was still living in Yellow Springs and Char in Grass Valley last fall. Fortunately, we were able to rescue Lana before the start of this year, and Char on Sunday, and they’ve both made wonderful additions to our little clique.”

She looked quickly around the table, then said, “The other two young men were not assistants. Was Brett the only male assistant?”

“I was.”

She turned back to him and asked, “Was that another factor in getting over your shyness?”

When he nodded, she smiled at him.

I told her, “You have a lovely smile. It’s like your personality ... who you really are ... comes out in that smile.”

I could almost feel the others at the table suck their breath in, which caused her to glance around the table.

She looked at me for a few seconds, then said, “Thank you. I think your friends thought you went way out on a limb with that, but I appreciate the compliment. You’re one of the freshmen?”

Meka responded, “She is, and is the youngest ever to be named to either the first or second all-state teams ... in girls’ soccer. She’s yet to turn 15.”

She re-focused on me with her head tilted back and down a bit and studied me for a few seconds, then said, “Perhaps I’ll come to a game or two next fall.” She turned back to Brit to say, “Obviously, art is, for most students, an elective and you certainly don’t have to take my classes next year, but I think I could teach you some things and I’d greatly appreciate the opportunity to try.”

When she departed, it was like much of the gravity left the area around the tables.

Rachel said, “Despite her size, that woman has presence!”

“Doesn’t she just,” replied Meka, who then focused on Brit. “Well?”

Brit hemmed a bit, then said, “That woman is scary!”

Lana jumped in with, “She’s my favorite teacher here. She makes class fun and interesting, but she does not put up with nonsense in class. Some of the guys in class are afraid of her. In the first week, she hammered some snooty boy that had been snickering with a friend of his. She did it without raising her voice or calling him names or anything. It was amazing.”

Liya asked, “Would that boy’s name, by chance, be Braaad-lee [the name said in a breathless voice]?”

“How’d you know? You know him?”

“Much too well, unfortunately. If you think he’s a pretty-boy, rich, white snob that thinks most or all his classmates are beneath him, you haven’t experienced him enough. He’s much worse than that.”

I added, “Gracey, Liya, and I were at the mall once, and he came up and began talking to me like they weren’t even there, interrupting our conversation to do it. And he was trying to ... pick me up or get me to do something with him. He’s completely shudder-worthy.”

“I assume ... that Gracey and Liya have ... let’s see ... perhaps not quite the right skin tone.”

Gracey responded, “In one, Girl.”

We settled down after that, and Rachel asked Lana about her eyeballs. Lana pulled the left side of her button-down a bit more open to allow a better view.

Rachel looked at Brit and said, “I see ... Ms. Sullivan’s point. That is good. You didn’t mind her doing something a bit ... risqué like that?”

“Nope. I told her I wanted more things like that in the future. She also taught me some stuff about body paint. It was a great night last night. We’re doing body paint in art class during exam week, so it was not only interesting but also timely and germane. I love that my friends include Brit.”

Rhee changed the subject with “We’ve been pondering another ... soccer sleepover. We don’t have a weekend picked out and won’t until we find out our premier-team schedule. But if you’re interested... Rachel who hasn’t visited in far too long, think about what weekends might work best for you.”

Rachel dramatically ducked her head in shame, then grinned at Rhee and replied, “I’ll do that, and look forward to it.”

March 7, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

“Can we please get showers done quickly? I’ve another idea for Brett’s butt for tonight. And, by the way, I’m going to bring all my body paint and nail supplies here to live here. Every time I sat down to do my nails at home last month, I didn’t have the heart as it just wasn’t as fun by myself. Goddess, you girls have completely changed my life and I love you for it!”

That caused a Brit-centered scrum in which she broke down a bit.

Brett got her laughing rather than gently sobbing by saying, “Do I understand it correctly that you want to tickle my ass with that infernal brush again?”

When she stopped laughing, she wiped her eyes and said, “Goddess, I love you, Brett. I’ve been at least a bit crazy for you for months now, but since you’ve become ... carefree with us, showed us your wicked sense of humor, I’ve fallen further in love with you. You help make my new life wonderful.”

“I do it only for you, just so you think I like it when you scribble all over my poor, defenseless lower cheeks.”

She reached behind him and squeezed his left ass cheek hard, and riposted, “That’s what you get for being impertinent. If you’re not careful, I’ll have you standing in front of all of us as naked as when you were born as I try ... for so long ... to figure out what I can paint on your ass. I might have you standing there for an hour!”

“Please don’t throw me in that briar patch!”

There was much chuckling.

We ripped through the shower with no hanky-panky. It was particularly difficult this time, as once again, we broke down and allowed Brett to shower with us.

“We cannot get used to this,” Meka said when Brit asked for that boon. “But I can rationalize it this time since he’s going to be naked with us while Brit has her way with him again. We need to prioritize having a Las Amadas discussion this weekend. If we’re going to be okay with him being naked with us, we should at least make that decision to do so, rather than always asking for dispensations.”

We all walked naked into the bedroom, where Meka said, “Brit, get your paints. We might as well all be naked for this. Perhaps Brett won’t be quite so embarrassed.”

There was much laughing.

“Actually, I need Brett to put on one of those panties we like and that he wears on Wednesday nights, but only long enough to know where the hem falls.”

Meka expressed faux exasperation by rolling her eyes and looking at the ceiling, then saying, “Brett, if you wouldn’t mind grabbing the trunk you’re going to wear, bring it in here, then put it on in front of these girls that are addicted to ogling your various lovely parts.”

Brett smiled at her and padded into the closet, returning shortly with the mango-colored version of that panty, and donned it while facing us. I admit to being a bit mesmerized by the movements his cock made as he put the panty on.

“May I also have him lie on the bed or floor this time? It’ll make painting on his ass easier.”

“Saturday. First thing.” Meka rolled her eyes again, then added, “Whatever, just don’t paint our sheets.”

Brett crawled onto our bed and laid himself on it. Brit climbed on, then straddled his legs, perching her bare butt on the backs of his knees.

She painted a small patch on his skin where the hem landed, then said, “Brett, please help my lovely assistant remove your panty from you. The only help she could use would be making sure the waist doesn’t pull your cock down. Of course, if you’re willing to allow her to make that move solely for your safety and the safety of your lovely cock, then you can just lie there, although lifting up a bit as she pulls it down your torso would be helpful.”

There was much laughing and snorting.

Brett exhaled noisily and replied with a sigh, “Whatever.”

Cera gave Brit a one-armed hug as she crawled onto the bed. When Brit said she was ready, Cera reached under Brett. Shortly thereafter, she groaned loudly, then began pulling his panty off him. Brit rolled onto her right knee to allow Cera to get the panty past her, knelt back down, then lowered her tush back onto Brett’s knees.

In a color that was a pretty close match for the panty color, she began on his left cheek, painting “Hi” immediately followed by a comma, with the bottom of all three vertical elements of those two letters, as well as the comma, being below the line of the hem. On his right cheek, she painted “Carol,” with the bases of all those letters ... and the concluding exclamation point ... below the level of the hem.

We chuckled and laughed about that for quite a while, and Meka said, “Okay, Brit. That was worth the dispensation. I would hope everyone realizes that if you’re not near him until Carol pulls the bottom of that panty up, you’ll miss it.”

Heather said, “In Saturday’s meeting, I intend to bring forth a proposal that we do something like this every Wednesday. It could be one thing that continues to set Wednesdays apart, making them special for everyone. Of course, we’ll have to be ingenious about it if we’re to have any chance to surprise Carol. I can also guarantee that she’ll love it. In fact, she could get a bit weepy about it, knowing that we’re thinking about her in relation to Brett.”

“She almost certainly will,” Rhee responded. “We might all get hugs for this tonight.”

“Yes,” Meka said. “Well worth the dispensation. That was a stellar idea, Brit. I’m so glad you found your way to the Go5 table.”

Brett stood from the bed, retrieved his panty from Cera, and began to don it, but Brit exclaimed, “Wait! I forgot. I wanted to add something that would get Carol busted if she goes too far. She probably won’t, but I know she’ll laugh if she does.” She looked into Brett’s eyes from right in front of him, his cockhead only a couple inches from her naked mons, and quietly said, “You can decline, as my idea is ... very intimate, although I won’t be touching you with anything other than my infernal brush.”

He smiled at Brit and replied, “Do you really know I love you? I do. I love your mix of serious concern and whimsical ideas. Like Meka, I’m glad you found your way to the Go5 table.”

“Oh, Brett,” she responded a bit liquidly.

He gently said, “Do whatever it is that you wanted to do. And, Brit, that will always be true for you and me.”

Heather quietly said, “Does anyone have any doubt, any fucking doubt at all, why we love him?”

With a tear slowly coursing down her left cheek, Brit gave him a peck on the lips, then gathered herself. She got a blob of black paint on a different brush and made a half-inch-wide circle of black on the top side of his iron-hard dick.

“Yes,” Kim said. ‘I’m sure that would catch Carol’s attention were she to pull his panty down his legs.”

Meka responded, “Yup. Definitely taking up painting.” She turned to Lana and asked, “Is Ms. Sullivan new here? I didn’t recognize her, and she’s distinctive, and quite cute, particularly, as Beth noted, when she smiles a real smile.”

“Yes. She had a position somewhere else last year, but otherwise, she’s got a fresh Master’s in Art.”

Kim asked, “A Master’s? Wow. I wonder what her story is.”

Lana just shook her head. After getting Brett’s black spot dry on his penis, we had a short discussion about something that Heather proposed for Wednesday nights and came to an agreement about that proposal. Unfortunately, Andy was missing this Wednesday, as she was studying for exams in one of the J’s upstairs rooms.

As we entered the back door, Meka called out, “What can we do?”

Dad called back, “Lots of kitchen work, but not enough room for everyone.” More quietly once we were in the kitchen, he added, “And doesn’t that seem weird when only a year ago this kitchen seemed on the overly large side.”

As Inez came in from the living room, she asked, “Hey girls. What’s with the thongs, you two?”

Kim answered, “Ask Jim, behind you. We just wanted to make it easier for him.”

Jim stated, “They’ve both given me permission to touch and rub their asses with my hands anytime I want on Wednesday nights.”

In a sing-song voice, Lana said, “Oh-hhhh, Ji-immm.”

With that, the two of them turned around to face away from Jim. He stepped up and put his right hand on Kim’s right cheek, his left on Lana’s left cheek, tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and sighed.

Brett tapped Jim on the shoulder, interrupting his bliss.

When Jim looked at Brett, his hands still wandering on those two nice asses, “I had an idea. Since it was ... not at all horrible sharing time kissing Lana’s ass last week, I was wondering if the girls would let us kneel behind them. I could kiss the outside cheek of one of them, you could kiss the outside cheek of the other, and one of our hands could be rubbing the open cheek of the other girl. Then, after a while, we could switch places. Is that something that might interest you?”

“Damn! I like the way you think! Perhaps, if the wonderful girls are willing, of course, we could do this in the living room so we’re not taking up space in a crowded kitchen.”

Lana responded, “That seems eminently reasonable, kind sirs, and my friend, here, agrees.”

Sandy exclaimed, “Oh, god. Ummm, Kim, Lana, Jim, Brett. Might I video that? Please tell me, ‘no,’ if you object at all.”

Kim looked at Lana, and said, “I don’t know.”

Lana replied, “I doubt it would be a problem, but I know what you mean.” To Sandy, she said, “Could we think about it and, if we decide to allow that, we could ... reprise the action later this evening? At least, I’m pretty sure that my friend and I would not mind having to do this again.”

“That’s more than fair. Thank you, girls, for considering it. I won’t ask again unless you approve this time.”

Kim asked, “Have you done ... videos ... of sex stuff before?”

“We have, but, please, do not feel obliged to go against your better thoughts. However, we are very careful with stuff like that, for very obvious reasons. Liya is the gatekeeper for our videos, should you either wish to know how we deal with such or even if you have an interest in seeing a video or two to understand what we did and, possibly, why. And, of course, both Jim and Brett would have to agree to be videoed.”

Most of us abandoned the kitchen to watch the show. Brett put his hand out behind Lana to indicate to Jim that he should start with her, then knelt behind Kim. He extended his right hand and placed it almost lovingly on Lana’s left cheek, then began softly kissing Kim’s left cheek, while Jim did the right cheek.

Lana tilted her head back and said a quiet, but insistent, “Oh, goddess! This is even better than last week! I’ll give you both no more than, oh, sixty minutes or so to stop doing that to me.”

After a couple of minutes, the guys switched places, and a couple of minutes after that, the guys agreed to pull back. Both girls moaned.

Char sidled up to me and whispered, “Wow. I imagine that felt wonderful.”

“I imagine you’re right. Do you think you could do that? I’m not suggesting that you do so, as I feel like this is their schtick, but any of us could do something somewhat like it.”

“I doubt I could do it today, but given how quickly I became comfortable in ... being sexual first with the Go5, then with the other girls, then with Brett, I have little doubt I could do something like that ... next week.”

“How ‘bout the audience?”

“That would be the hardest part.”

Carol was behind Brett as he got to his feet, but bent over, then stood straight.

Carol stepped up to him saying, loudly, “What the hell,” and pulled both legs of his panty up, revealing his painted ass. She burst into guffawing laughter but managed, to get out “Look at this, Sandy.”

Both Sandy and Inez stepped over to them, and they began laughing loudly.

As she calmed down, Carol said, “Okay, you got me good, dead to rights. However, I’m sure my entrapment defense will be a winning strategy, enabling me to skate on this offense.”

Jim began chuckling deeply, but it segued into full belly laughter.

As he calmed from his laughter, he said, “I thank whatever deities might exist for getting my Meka involved with this family. I’ve had more fun, more enjoyment here in a few Wednesday nights than I’ve had for nearly a year. Sandy, if you can work your magic and get me more time here, I would be pleased to thank you in any currency you value.”

Sandy stepped up and folded into him, Jim putting his arms around her and placing a kiss on her forehead.

“I’ve been working on that very thing. I’ll let you know.”

While still at the table after finishing dinner, Heather tapped on her glass with her fork.

When everyone was looking at her, she started with, “Before coming here this afternoon, Las Amadas discussed a proposal for Wednesday nights. We agreed internally, so we’re bringing the proposal to the floor for the whole family to discuss.” When everyone indicated they were paying attention, she continued, “We propose, starting next week, that one of us – male or female, randomly selected by Liya’s magic spreadsheets, be naked for the entire evening, from the time all of us that are going to be here that night are here, physically, in the W.” There were many expressions of surprise, but they died down when she added, “Additionally, we propose that the naked person’s chest and butt, and those parts only, be in bounds for soft hands and/or closed-mouth kisses, that the selection of the naked person is the very first thing we do upon all present or accounted for, and the time of nudity to begin immediately by the naked person submitting to his or her clothes being removed by a different person also chosen randomly.”