Chapter 162

March 12, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

The atmosphere at our lunch tables was excited, as premier-team practice starts today. As expected, Seamus T. joined us.

Meka announced, “Andy has agreed to help at practice this week since the university is on break.”

Seamus and Cera both exclaimed, “Great,” but Cera added, “And I’m really looking forward to meeting those on the team I haven’t met, yet, particularly Rathi, since you say she’s such a good midfielder.”

“Gather ‘round!”

Those of us standing around and those still stretching came to the call.

Coach was a bit surprised that I raised my hand, but she called on me, and I said, “Coach, it’s so great to hear your rally call again. We’ve greatly missed soccer.”

“Thanks, Beth. And since you put yourself forward, I’d like you to act as captain until we get around to voting for our three captains this season.” When I nodded, she continued, “First off, for those new faces, I am Coach Virtanen, and readily respond to the moniker, ‘Coach.’ Today will primarily be extensively informational, although we will begin with warmups and laps, which is where Beth begins earning her exorbitant salary... [there was much chuckling] as she’ll be in charge of warmups this week. She’ll explain our system today, and then select one of you to lead them each day. For those of you not experienced with me or this team, please pay attention to her and follow what she does. After warmups, she’ll lead all in two laps of the pitch. Today, please keep in place wherever you find yourself behind Beth on the laps. After today, feel free to go faster if you wish, but remember that many of our practices will be intense, and you’ll want to save energy for those. Take it, Beth.”

I explained to all that stretching was everyone’s first task immediately upon arriving, that we would do warmups and laps every day and that the number of laps might vary.

When we were all back before Coach after the preliminaries, she said, “Unlike all my previous time coaching this premier team, this season I have a plethora of assistants, most with experience as assistants on the Central High team. All of my wealth of assistants will introduce themselves and explain what their experience is with soccer and what their tasks, at least at the beginning of the season, are.”

Liya was first, telling us she was in charge of organization, particularly while school was in, as Coach was a PE instructor at Central, unlike last year. She then asked the new faces for their names, then checked those on her list. Cera, Brit, Lana, and Brett explained their varied roles, some of which did not come into play until the season began. Meka, Kim, Andy, and Seamus explained their roles as position coaches, with Coach explaining that the number of them present for individual practice sessions would vary.

Liya then asked each of us to introduce ourselves to the other players, giving our names and recent experience in soccer. She filled in forms for the new faces, which were Marcia, Emily, and Payton. Finally, she explained that because we had three Emmas, they would be distinguished by their last names.

Coach announced, “The powers that be of the league in which we play have agreed to have a larger roster limit. Of course, they were as stingy as possible with that increase, allowing us just one more player, so we can now have 23 on the roster. That means that three of you will not make the cut, and I’m sorry for that. We had hoped for a roster size of 25, but that was not to be.

“How many of you could make practice on time if it started at 4:00?” When she saw a show of hands and counted them, she said, “That’s gratifying, and in which case, practice will, from tomorrow, begin at 4:00. Please be here then ... having already completed your stretching routine. Thanks for your interest in the Elkton premier team. We’ll see everyone here tomorrow by 4:00.”

Many of us stuck around for a bit after Coach let us go, talking with last year’s teammates, particularly those not on the Central team, and introducing, more personally, our various team assistants to those same teammates.

As we were getting ready to head home, Civia exclaimed, “I’m so glad practices have started!”

Rhee asked her, “Had you thought to invite Maren to hang out here for practice?”

“Do you think Coach would be okay with that?”

“Sure, particularly if she’s willing to help. There’s always grunt work that needs doing, you know, with cones and balls and stuff.”

“Oh. And she’s leaving. I’ll catch her and ask. I’ll see everyone tomorrow here ... at practice!”

March 13, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

As we all arrived near Coach, Brett, Brit, Cera, Lana, and Maren, the last a bit winded, began moving cones and balls onto the pitch for our practice sessions. The first thing we did was rondo and, since there were 30 of us that would be involved, we did three sets of 3-on-7, with the offense getting only one touch. After we ended rondo, Seamus told us he’d never done that, but said that it was obvious what it did for ball-control and passing skills.

We did the same passing drill that had started our practice on the first day for the high school team, with each of us having to make a 15-yard pass once each with the insides and outsides of both feet. Two things dawned on me during that: we had at least five two-footed players – that is, those with little or no difference in their capabilities regardless of handedness, and that Coach was probably using this drill to indicate to the new faces the skillsets of the returning team members. I asked her when I got a chance.

Quietly, she replied, “Yes. If any of the new girls do not have strong skills, she might see that she doesn’t belong on this team and will voluntarily drop out. That’s easier on me, as I dislike telling girls they didn’t make the cut.”

We also did inside-foot and outside-foot shooting drills with Marli and Mila splitting time in goal. After watching those two drills, I could already discern one girl that almost certainly would not make the cut, as there was no way she could beat out the 23 girls I knew.

Liya, Heather, Meka, and I ripped through showers so we could be close to on time at Armoire; we pulled up in front at 6:33. A few minutes later, we were in the store and found Katherine.

Meka asked, “It is okay with four of us? We don’t want to presume on you.”

“That’s fine.”

“Also, if you haven’t had dinner, could we invite you to join us immediately after we’re done here?”

She stepped back slightly in surprise, then answered, “I haven’t and I’d love to. Thanks.”

“It’s our treat for you going above and beyond for us.”

“Thanks, girls. Come on back.”

We followed her. She was wearing tight capri pants, and I enjoyed watching her butt and legs.

Once we were in the staff room, I said, “Speaking of nice-looking butts...”

She looked at me in surprise, then she colored a bit and said, “Thanks.” She furrowed her brow, then added, “I would have considered that comment as unacceptable from almost any other customer. However, it seems like we’re becoming friends rather than just an entrepreneur and customers. But that reminds me. I have wanted to ask how it is that so many of the soccer team and its assistants are ... so attractive. For as many of you as there are, it seems to beat the odds.”

Meka replied, “It does. I’ve played for a bit over a decade, and this year’s high school team was far above any previous team in average or overall attractiveness. Most teams have had a somewhat homely girl or two, a bunch somewhere between cute and homely, and some teams have had one or two quite attractive girls. You’ve seen the cream of the crop of the high school team, but I could be interested in any of the members of that team. The defense was nearly all seniors, but these freshmen came in this year and greatly raised the bar, both players and assistants.”

“Thanks, Meka,” Liya replied.

She showed us the catalogs. Holy moly, Batman, there were gobs. I was quickly paging through a second catalog when a photo in it struck a chord with me.

“Katherine, you mentioned yesterday that, unlike men’s shorts, women’s shorts’ inseams have gotten shorter. I know we have different shapes there than do guys, but would there be women’s sizes that could fit Brett even somewhat well?”

“He wouldn’t object. Right?”

“No. Brit painted something on his butt that we wanted to stay for the school day the next day. She suggested that if he had such, he wear a satiny type of panty so that he wouldn’t wear the paint off with a more absorbent panty. He didn’t have anything like that, so he wore one of Rhee’s panties to school ... which she just loved. He really is comfortable with his sexuality. I doubt that one in a hundred attractive guys would be so willing.”

“Oh, I think you’d be surprised by how many would wear panties made for women. A sizable minority of guys has done that at least once. Of course, now there is an entire industry catering to guys wanting panties of that type. Yes, some of it, perhaps a lot, is aimed at gays, but a lot of straight guys like the thrill. And, given the things I’ve seen him do for you girls and the others you’ve mentioned, I guessed that he’d have been willing.”

“You read him better in that regard than most of us did.” I looked at her for a few seconds, then said, “We’re so very glad you inserted yourself when we were talking about the belly shirt that Brit tried on. You’ve been so helpful, and we’ve come to like you a lot.”

“Thanks. I certainly like all of you. As I said yesterday, your visits are usually the highlight of my week here, and not because you show Brett off, although I’ve also enjoyed that. I hope you girls hang onto him, ‘cause he’s a winner.

“Anyway, about your question: Yes, we could certainly get reasonably close. Let me think for a minute.” After a few minutes, she resurfaced, saying, “Come with me.” While we were still in the back, she added, “Of course, nothing in women’s could deal with his ... package, but a high-enough rise could allow for that.” More quietly, she asked, “Do any of you have ... intimate experience with a boy or boys other than Brett? I have a question related to him.”

Meka responded, “Kim would be the only possibility. No, Celeste probably does, but, while her experience with guys is, as she says, extensive, she’s so gorgeous that even as a 15-year-old, she was dating older guys.”

“Hmm. I have no ... intimate experience with guys Brett’s age, though not for lack of interest; I was pretty shy when I was your age. I got over it before leaving high school, but by then guys are ... the size they’re going to be. I was curious about Brett because ... even a man should be fine with what Brett has.”

Meka shrugged, “I’ll try to remember to ask Celeste, and we’re all looking forward to ... fully experiencing what Brett has.”

“I would think so. God, he’s such a hunk and seems like such a wonderful guy. That’s a damned rare combo in my experience.”

We got where she was leading and before Katherine could say anything, Heather blurted, “That’s perfect! We’re also now fine with slightly see-through, as you know.”

“That” was standard women’s panties, but not slim, sexy ones, instead high-rise, full-bottomed panties.

Katherine plucked a pair off the display and handed it to Heather, saying, “This size should be good for him. Do you want more than one?”

Heather furrowed her brow, then said, “Perhaps we should have brought Brit, as only she can really guess how many times she’ll want to paint something on his butt ... or elsewhere inside a panty.”

Liya responded, “I can guarantee that if he didn’t have gym, she’d want to paint something on that tush every night.”

Meka laughed, “That’s the truth, and to add to it, I’d be happy to watch her paint something on his butt every night. Yes, it’s just too much temptation, but so far, I can deal with only looking at his naked butt. Don’t be surprised, though, if at some point I reach my limit and get on my knees and kiss and lick all over that thing.”

There was much chuckling, even from Katherine.

We decided to get three in different colors. Katherine rang us up, told her assistant floor manager that she was going to dinner and would be back in 45 minutes or so, then got in with us. She said she was an adventurous eater, so took her to our favorite Indian place, which was really close. We had good food and a great time talking to her, then dropped her back at Armoire after giving her hugs 40 minutes after we had left.

On the way home, Meka said, “She’s really cool. I could fall for her.”

I responded, “I think I’m already in the process. I like the sex with the Moms, but that’s because I’ve got multiple channels with them. Do you think she’s about Carol’s age or is she a bit younger?”

Meka answered, “I’d guess Carol’s age or a year or two younger but, hell, she could be Sandy’s age if she’s worked hard and taken care of her skin.”

March 14, 2018

Dear Ms. Diary,

We hurried through showers after practice. Rhee’s shorter hair was less work, but not a lot less. We donned apparel suitable for Wednesday evening, many of us wearing tubes and skirts, as per usual, although those that were, wore our uber-short skirts high so that the hems did not extend low enough to reach the waistbands of our very brief panties. Heather wore that outfit, although skipped the tube. Lana wore the sexy-as-hell short that showed off much of both lower cheeks she got at Armoire last Saturday. Liya had made a medium-gray tube out of a stretchy material for her that was very tight, molding to her breasts, her nipples very obvious. However, Kim borrowed the dark gray skirt Lana wore last week. She paired it with a commercial fuchsia tube that had originally entirely covered her breasts and a couple of inches both above and below them. However, Liya had modified it to reduce the amount of material at what was now the top of the tube and to provide underboob windows.

When she showed her outfit off to us, Meka exclaimed, “You’re so fucking sexy. I’m crazy about you.”

That got Meka’s arms full of a 5’8” blonde who kissed Meka enthusiastically.

When he joined us in our bedroom, Brett was wearing the new fuchsia, slightly-see-through trunk and he said, “I suspect Carol’s going to like this one.”

Rhee responded, “Guaranteed! God, you are, pardon my French, a fucking lovely man, Brett.”

Though his face went strongly pink, he kept his head up, and responded, “Thanks, Rhee. Being part of the soccer team did ... some of this. I’m in better shape than I was.”

Lana responded immediately, “You are. I don’t know that I’d want you to have a six-pack, but you’re ... more ... defined, sleeker.” She smirked and added, “I think taking you out in public wearing only this is contraindicated for us.”

Despite how much he’s shown us in the past few months, he still surprises me occasionally.

He looked right into Lana’s eyes and responded, “Only my girlfriends and future wives get to see me like this. Well, you ... and any girls or women to whom you exhibit me.”

Lana looked into his eyes, asking, “Do you really like it when Heather has you nude in front of Katherine?”

Despite going redder, he replied, “Yes. She’s very pretty; has a great body; and is, from what we’ve seen, very nice. I now have zero objections concerning Katherine.” He looked down his front, then added, “You can see I’m telling the truth about that.”

Lana, like all of us, looked at Brett’s cock pushing out the front of his panty.

“Goddess! I want to fondle that thing.” She turned to me and asked, “Even when we’re sexual with him, can we have him wear something like that most of the time rather than just living naked? Somehow, I find this a bit more ... exciting than when we saw him nude. I don’t know why, though.”

“It might be a while until we reach that point, but we can discuss it when the time comes. However, I do see your point ... or, rather, his. I really like that look, too ... as will Carol, as you noted.”

There was much chuckling.

The three Moms had made five 9x12s of lasagna last week and, upon entering the W back door, I could smell some of it getting hot in the oven.

As we had arranged, everyone was in the living room when we arrived, and Liya quickly connected her tablet to the TV, opened her Wednesday-night spreadsheet, and got it selecting two random numbers.

“Sandy will strip Celeste, who is our nude family member – the NFM – for the evening!”

Although Mom took her time, Celeste was wearing only two items, so it did not take long until we were looking at all of her gorgeous body.

Sandy was wearing a burnt-orange semi-short skirt held up by the black suspenders she wore last week. Inez is quite obviously becoming very comfortable exposing her body to the family. She was rocking a very low-rise royal blue trunk that was so low-rise that she had obviously gone through some hair-removal process. Where it went around her sides, it could not be more than three inches tall, and not much more than that at her crotch, as much of her mons was in the air. If I weren’t already turned on at the time, that would have gotten the home fires burning. Carol wore her typical Wednesday outfit of tube and skirt, but today’s tube exposed a bit more of her bounteous bosom than on previous family nights. The Moms must also have shopped for Dad recently, as he had on a skin-tight trunk that left no doubt that he was reasonably well-endowed and also half-hard. Jim was wearing his usual Wednesday apparel and was working on garlic bread at the table while Inez and Sandy had just begun efforts on the salad on the island. We split up among various tasks, including setting the dining room table.

I saw Lana swirl her right index finger into the garlic butter mix and pull it back out.

Loudly, she said, “Brett, please come here.”

He stepped into the kitchen from the dining room and asked, “What would you like, my love?”

Lana closed her eyes at those words and exhaled noisily, “Oh, Brett.” She opened her eyes, then wiped much of the garlic butter onto the lower part of each ass cheek, then said, “I seem to have gotten something tasty on my butt. Would you and Jim, please, clean it up?”

Jim grinned while Brett’s eyebrows flashed upward, but Brett then smiled, asking, “Jim, would that be too much of a problem for you?”

“Despite that your ... semi-lover seems somewhat sloppy with food, I can’t imagine that I’d find such a task too unbearably onerous. Are you requesting help with this damsel in distress?”

“I am. I’m afraid that I couldn’t get to all of it before it began melting from that hot ass, so I could use your help.”

The loud thump we heard was due to Lana slamming herself into Brett. She pulled his head to hers and kissed him thoroughly; she was panting when she released him.

Jim and Brett dropped to their knees and the entire family watched as they licked garlic butter off the lower parts of Lana’s ass cheeks. When the two of them finally decided some two minutes later that they had gotten it all, they leaned back, but with their eyes still ogling those cheeks. A sudden odd grin crawled onto Brett’s face.

Jim asked him, “Are you thinking what I’m thinking?”

Brett turned to look at him, answering, “I am if you’re thinking that the garlic bread would be even tastier if the garlic butter were applied to ... this flavor enhancer before you spread it on the bread.”

“Oh, GODDESS!”

Jim did not hesitate in grabbing the bowl of garlic butter and the two wide, knife-like plastic spatulas.

When he placed the bowl on the floor, Lana said, “Wait! This’ll be easier.”

She moved a bunch of stuff on the table in order to clear some space, then began the process of lying on it. However, she went back to standing, pulled her short down her legs and off, then lay on the table.

“I just got that, and I don’t want to get it greasy with garlic butter.”

Although she had her legs closed, a bit of her pussy was visible; I was fairly certain she did not mind that at all. Jim and Brett proceeded to spread garlic butter thickly over both cheeks. After that, they used the spatulas to extract some from her ass and spread it on the slices of the loaves. Since there were four baguettes, it took quite some time to get the task done, considering the two extra steps it took. The process obviously had a powerful impact on Lana, as she moaned and grunt-sighed frequently. After at least five minutes of the process, she spread her legs a little, reached down under her body with her right hand, and began jilling herself.

As she got close, she loudly said, “Please, kiss and lick my cheeks.”

The guys obliged her and 20 seconds after they started, she went up and over into a huge and noisy orgasm. She did not lose consciousness, but she was out of it for a few minutes, during which most of us returned to the tasks they had abandoned to watch the show.

As Lana returned to this universe, Sandy was seated in a chair in front of Lana’s face and was rubbing Lana’s head and back.

When Lana’s eyes opened, Sandy said, “You were obviously meant for this family and are a superb addition to it, Lana. That was ... spectacular.” After a few seconds, she added, “While it’s not quite as exquisite as Liya’s, your ass is ... beautiful.”

A thought raced across Lana’s face and she rapidly put her legs together.

Sandy responded, “I don’t blame you for feeling a bit embarrassed, but we’ve already all seen it. I see you’ve joined the girls in going smooth.”

Lana’s face went a bit pink, but replied, “As Heather said, hair in your teeth is not fun, but stubble on your tongue is worse.”

Sandy, and others, chuckled, after which she said, “That was among the most interesting ... things I’ve seen take place on that table. Because you’re family, I have no qualms in telling you that a not-at-all-small number of sexual acts have taken place there. In fact, Charlie has pounded most of us at least once while we lay on it. I love this table!”

Lana’s face went a bit pink at Sandy’s words but then responded, “I now have some strong feelings for it, too. Goddess, that was spectacular.”

“I thought so. I very much enjoyed seeing you ... with the capable assistance of Jim and Brett, of course ... get yourself off in front of the whole family. You’re in the right place, Lana.”

Despite that the left side of her face was still on the table, Lana nodded, then replied, “I’ve known that since my first overnight visit here but being part of the Wednesday evening ... thing has removed all doubt. I’m hoping I can convince my parents to let me stay here through high school.”

“You’d be more than welcome to live here as long as you wish.”

Most of the kibitzers of the conversation had moved on, but since I was helping with salad, I was still privy to it when Lana asked, “And you ... wouldn’t mind sharing ... Charlie with me?”

“Lana, listen carefully. I would be delighted to share Charlie with you. I would love to watch him pound you on this table. I’d even love to watch him make love with you in his bed. Once you girls fully join the family, you may have him as much as you wish ... allowing for all the others, of course. When Carol and I started down this road, we were hoping that our two daughters would join us like this. What we have now is so far beyond any fantasy I’d had previously, that it’s not even in the same universe as my previous hopes. I’ve gotten to watch the love of my life love six other women and all five of our first daughters.”

Lana nodded again, her face still on the table, then quietly said, “He won’t be my first, but I would like him in my future.” She was obviously thinking hard about something, so Mom left her to it, and she eventually said, “For the past few years, I’ve wanted only Brett, but there was always something just outside my awareness that poked its head up occasionally. I didn’t know what it was. Once I met your ... daughters and, particularly, once they initiated sex with me, I figured out what that other thing was. It was this. Well, not precisely this, as I could not have imagined this, but this fills precisely the space in my psyche that was occasionally trying to get my attention. I ... want ... this. I want a large, loving family, and with the family love ... having no boundaries.”

Mom smiled at her and responded, “That was precisely what I wanted, but got so much more than I could even imagine. Welcome, future girlfriend-lover to my husband.”

I could hear Lana sniffling, but she replied, “Thank you.”

After she moved off the table and donned her short, Lana jumped into whatever needed doing for dinner. Some minutes later, Mom and I found ourselves alone in the kitchen.

“Thanks, Mom. I think she needed that, particularly after realizing that she had just had sex with herself ... and Jim and Brett in front of everyone.”

“She probably did, but that’s only one reason I did it. Oh, I’m very much glad she’s part of the family, but I feel the need to ... rehabilitate myself so that I can once again be what my family needs me to be. Beth, I was so lost in my suddenly upwardly-mobile career that I lost sight of why ... and for what I wanted a large family. I was so lonely when I was your age and I didn’t want you to go through what I did then. Oh, I’d have been fine with you finding a girl your age with whom you could have a love affair because that’s certainly what saved me from real rebellion ... or suicide. Two weeks ago, as everyone realized, I suddenly understood ... some of what Charlie, Carol, and you had told me. While I haven’t figured it out completely, I now know that I’m supposed to enjoy sexual times with ... our family’s guys that aren’t Charlie. Since I’m positive that’s not all of it, what else is there?”

“Mom, I love you, very much. However, I can’t tell you the answers to your questions, even though I know what they are. You really do need to find them for yourself. I have faith in you. I know you can find them ... and I know you’ll ... enjoy them when you do. I’m also sure you’ll love it.”

She nodded, then responded, “Thanks, Beth. You’re probably right. I can now feel that my thinking is ... clearer, more on track, although my vision is still murky.” She smiled at me, then said, “Perhaps we should call everyone to dinner ... unless Lana is having sex with someone else out in the living room.”

“She really does love that she has a bunch of lovers now, but even more she loves that she’ll have many more once we can solve the contraception thing. If anyone was destined ... or, rather, needed to join our family, it was her. First, though, I have a question. I put the odds at better than fifty-fifty that you’d be naked today. While I like what you chose to wear, why did you decide not to be naked?”

“I was very close to doing that. As you know, I’d be happy to be naked all the time. Hell, I’d even entertain the idea for Thursday nights, much less Wednesday nights. I know; Thursdays would not be a good idea, but I’ve really come to love being naked with my family and I wish we could do the same with the ... umm ... extended family? Near-family? Certainly, Civia, Brett, and Lana are in your family, and Civia’s certainly in my family, too. Since our visitors are relatives of theirs, that should make them family to me and you, too. Right?”

I laughed, then replied, “I can see that. Quite a while ago, I began thinking of Jeff and Kalina as family, although, sort of distant family, even though their daughter is one of my sisters. Emma’s obviously still ... just a friend, as is Maren. However, despite Brett being my future husband, I still haven’t gotten to the point where I’d consider his parents as family, but our recent experiences with them have them into the ... friend category. Oh, that’ll probably change over the course of Thursday evenings, but despite that I can imagine them being part of our large and extended naked family, I can’t imagine any way that that happens. Jeff and Kalina are both gorgeous and fit, and I can’t imagine it would be difficult to look at them if they were naked. Brett’s and Lana’s parents are all attractive and fit, so ditto there. Emma’s attractive and Maren’s cute, so it would not be a negative to have to look at them naked. I don’t see that happening, however. To me, Jeff, Kalina, and Matt seem ... very conservative. I can imagine Steph being fine with naked Thursdays, as she’s so ... outgoing, I’ll say, but, overall? No, I doubt that could happen. However, I do love the compound’s clothing-optional policy and will be very much happier when and if we get to the point where J and W residents can freely mingle nakedly.”

We were looking at each other, probably both trying to decide if there was further to say to each other when the oven timer went off. As one, we stood. Mom dealt with the lasagna in the oven, and I began filling glasses in the dining room with water. Someone in the horde in the living room must have heard the timer, too, probably Carol, as they began filtering into the kitchen and dining room. We all enjoyed a great dinner, with more than one noting how particularly tasty the garlic bread was today.