Chapter 171

March 28, 2018 (Wednesday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

Before conking out last night, I texted Brit to tell her a couple of things, one of which was that I missed her, that we missed her. I checked with Inez this morning to be certain she was available this afternoon for a task.

She responded, “Of course,” for which I thanked her with a tight hug.

At lunch, Meka suddenly, but quietly, said, “TD.”

Since we had come up with a plan for just this eventuality, a few of us watched as Tweedle Dumb sauntered by our tables, while the others continued their conversations and eating.

After he had passed, Meka quietly, but intently, stated, “He must be looking for Brit. I haven’t seen him in school for weeks, but I bet he can still come and go, particularly if he’s not told the office that he’s dropped out. I wouldn’t be surprised if Tweedle Dumber makes a run by us tomorrow. He doesn’t have even his older brother’s intelligence – what there is of it, and I have no clue how he’d behave or react.”

At practice after stretches and calisthenics, Meka announced, “We’re going to do something different with laps from now on. First, the minimum number is now three, but there’s a major twist. On every lap, once you reach the southwest corner of the pitch, you will... sprint to the cone that marks the one-third distance of the pitch, then return to jogging the rest of the way around, and we’ll do that for each of the three ... or more laps; three today. That means three third-field sprints. We’re doing this for two reasons. The first is that this mimics actual running experience during games better than anything we’ve done. The second is that not only do we want to beat every team with our skill, but we also want to beat them with our wind. This is how we’re trying to make that so.”

There was some good-natured groaning, but we started out on the laps. The sprint portion broke up the usual clod of us all moving at the same jogging speed, so we were straggled well out by the end of the third lap.

Meka, who was the first done, called out, “Stay on your feet. Shake it out.”

After a few minutes to allow everyone to catch their breath, Coach announced, “Liya will go among you with a voting form for captains. This year, since it seemed to work so well on the Central team last fall, we’ll have a captain each for O, midfield, and D. Please vote for one in each category. After she tabulates the results, she’ll announce the three captains. Following that, she’ll go around and ask you for a single vote from each of you for the team’s overall captain, which may be one of the category captains or anyone else on the team.”

After the first round, Liya stated, the captains from back to front are Gracey, Rathi, and Beth.”

Gracey immediately chimed in, saying, “Zahira should be the D captain. She’s started all three previous years and she worked with Ann more than I did.”

“No,” Zahira replied quickly. “You’re in the center, you need to run the D, thus you need the authority. That’s why I voted for you.” She looked at Gracey while she digested those words, then, more gently, added, “And you’re no longer the ... somewhat tentative fullback you were for the first half of last year. You’re not Ann, but you’re not much behind her, now.”

Coach stepped in with, “I agree with Zahira ... for both reasons. Unless you really don’t want it, Gracey, I’ll assign it to Zahira, but I think that would be a shame.”

Gracey stared at Coach in the heavy silence that followed Coach’s words, after which she glanced around the team; her shoulders dropped.

“Thanks, Zahira, for the support. I greatly value it. Please, don’t hesitate to tell me if I’m screwing up.”

Zahira grinned at her and responded, “You betcha!”

Coach moved us on, and after voting, Liya announced, “The captain is ... Beth.”

“Thanks, Liya, for doing all that. Now that we’ve got captains, at some point before our first game, I’ll decide on a few of you that can wear the captain’s armband if none of our captains is on the field. However, I’m in the process of thinking about a ... somewhat radical departure from how the team is structured. Once I’m sure of my thinking, I’ll bring it to the team, hopefully, next week. Please, don’t ask. We’ll discuss it when I’ve thought about it carefully enough.”

She looked somewhat slowly around at the team, with all of us now parked on our butts on the pitch in front of her, then she grinned.

“I’m not at all worried about our O, this year.”

There was much chuckling, after which she added, “I am a little concerned about the D. We’ve lost excellent players at both center back and goalie, so I’m afraid that those of you filling those positions this year can be certain that I’m feeling a little concern. Not a lot, but you’ll have large shoes to fill in those two positions. Now, let’s talk about formations.

“Beth, since I have little doubt that your ... cohort has discussed this topic more than once in recent weeks, I’ll have you give us your thoughts on it.”

After standing, I stated, “Last fall on the school team, because Char was visiting, we practiced a pretty crazy offensive formation, the 3-2-1-4. That put, from left to right, Civia, Rhee, Char, and Heather on the front line with me as sweeper. It worked reasonably well, even against that incredible back line that Central had last year, including Meka and Kim, here. We found that it allowed for great flexibility in who had what role, even where in the line individuals played. Because the formation gives us spread across the field with the two wingers being responsible for that spread, the fullbacks could stay home. Of course, we needed them to stay home because of having only five players behind the O.

“By the end of last season, this team’s O was, by a mile, the most capable and proficient in ... not only our league but in the state. We find it hard to imagine that adding both Char and Civia makes it any worse.”

There was much chuckling, and I grinned around at the team.

“However, we’ve had recent discussions about that relative lack of D man ... girlpower. We’re sure that this O could swamp any increased number of goals we give up by having only a six-girl D. We’ve considered a ... fix if you will, but I’d like to hear from anyone that has concerns about putting half our field players on O.”

Rathi spoke up, “Obviously, the two midfielders would be, primarily D, but also act as pivots. Is that right?” When I answered in the positive, she added, “Is there any way we can get some D help from at least one of the O when we need it?”

“That’s sort of what we discussed yesterday, but we’ll need to game it out to see if it can work. We thought about putting Rhee in a ... deeper position, but give her free rein with where she goes, what she does.”

“Oh, if we can have her help sometimes, that should be fine.”

Coach let the silence go a bit, then inserted, “I find this ... explanation and discussion to be sufficient for now. At least, enough so that we can begin putting it into practice. Starting O as Beth mentioned, but we’re pitting it against what I think of now as the starting midfield and back line but with the other team playing last year’s 3-3-1-3. Behind the starting O are ... Haven and Kanda. If we wind up playing this formation, I’ll want all the midfielders, even our midfielder-turned-fullback, Parkinson, to become familiar with it, as the two midfielders will have a very big, very important job. The back line will be, from the left, Parkinson, Sophia, and Smythe. Mila, you’re in goal. That team, get out on the pitch now.”

As I walked out to the pitch, a thought broke into my consciousness: With Emma P. moving to fullback, we could field an entire three-girl back line made entirely of Emmas. Coach sent the opposition out as she named them, starting with the front line of Mia, Tonda, and Padme, with Lissa as sweeper. Zala, Rathi, and Dakota made up the midfield, while Zahira, Gracey, and Abby comprised the back line, with Marli in goal.

And then we played. Coach made many subs in both midfields, running all six of them into our formation at one point or another.

After we were gathered around her after she blew her whistle a long blast to indicate the scrimmage was over, she said, “Stay on your feet; walk it off. That looked ... promising. We’ll do the same tomorrow, but I’ll run all our back-line personnel through the new formation. So, when we’ve come down after laps, line up on the pitch in the same formations, with the same personnel as today. Thanks, all of you, for an ... enlightening scrimmage.”

We rushed through showers. When we got to the closet, many of us exclaimed, then made a Brit-centered scrum. She broke down, and we held her as she cried happy tears.

Once she got her figurative feet under her, she said, “Thanks for getting me back for Wednesday night. I thought I was going to have to miss it. Oh, it’s been fun at Katherine’s, but ... but this is Wednesday.”

Heather said, “I see that you’re sort of in ... Wednesday uniform, but did you forget our new T-back thongs?”

Her eyes went wide and she responded, “I did!”

She dropped her short skirt to the floor, picked it up, put it away, then rustled up one of her new thongs and donned it.

“Wow. These are ... crazy. I’m wearing almost nothing,” exclaimed Brit. “I know that’s the idea, but ... still, these are crazy!”

“If you think you’re crazy, what do you think about me?”

We turned to see Heather wearing her T-back ... and nothing else.

Brit replied, “I’d call that naked ... or virtually so.”

Rhee said, “Brit, I think you owe Brett at least four kisses and I suggest that as the penalty for being late in payment, he can put his hands on your ass as he kisses you. I wonder what he’d do if he had you in a clinch like that.”

She acted like she did not really know, but then cracked up.

Brit stepped abruptly into Brett and said, “I sure know what I hope he does in that situation.”

Brett wrapped his arms around her, dropped his hands onto her lower cheeks, and pulled her pelvis tightly into his as he plastered his mouth to Brit’s. Brit groaned through the kiss into his mouth when she felt his hard penis bulging against her pussy; he had not yet donned his panty. He was aggressive moving her on him, but then pulled back from the kiss panting.

“Oh, Goddess! That was feeling far too good. I hope you understand that although I’ve had 13 girlfriends with me, I still missed you.”

“I’m glad. Well, I’m not glad that you had to miss me, but I’m glad you care enough to have missed me.” Still looking him in the eyes, but talking to all of us, she asked, “Are we holding up dinner?”

Celeste answered, “Probably not, but we should go. We still must find out who’s the stripper and who’s the strippee.”

Those of us that weren’t dressed got into that condition, after which we sauntered to the W.

“Oh, my,” exclaimed Dad. “When did you get those?”

As Heather stepped into him, she answered, “Saturday at Armoire. It’s our new official Wednesday pelvic covering.”

“Not that it does much covering,” Carol snorted, then asked, “Can I get one of those?”

As she stepped into Carol’s embrace, Heather responded, “Always, Carol. Always.”

As she watched Carol and Heather hug, Sandy parroted, “Can I get one of those?”

She was wearing one of the sheaths we had gotten her on Saturday. It was a size too small for her, so molded to her body, and was partially see-through. Once Liya and Brit were both in the same place at the same time and with time to spare, they would alter the sheaths we had bought Sandy.

In the living room, Liya ran her spreadsheet, then stated, “Gracey gets to strip ... Jim!”

Sandy chuckled and said, “That shouldn’t take too much time.”

Gracey riposted, “Maybe it wouldn’t if you stripped him, but I plan to enjoy this, thank you very much.”

She grinned at Sandy then knelt in front of Jim, resting her butt on her feet, and looked up at Jim from nearly below the large protrusion in his brief. She moved her eyes to that protrusion and just stared at it for nearly ten seconds, then slowly moved her hands to his hips and got two holds on the brief. She pulled the waistband down an inch or so, then knelt up, and snuck a hand into the brief to hold his cock while she pulled the waist out and down. She kept her eyes on his groin as her hands moved the brief quite slowly down his legs. Shortly before she got it to his knees, she leaned in and licked his scrotum gently from back to front, then continued that lick from the base of his penis to its head, whereupon she moved her open mouth onto his cock. Jim groaned while keeping his eyes on Gracey’s face.

Meka groaned off to my left, then exclaimed, “Goddess, that looks great, Gracey!”

Gracey moved her right hand to his cock, then pulled her head back and answered, “It feels great, too. I’m happy you’re willing to share.”

She bobbed back onto the cock for a few seconds, then pulled back and continued to slowly strip Jim of his clothing ... item. Although it may have seemed a long time, Jim was naked a bit less than four minutes after Gracey had taken hold of his waistband. Jim’s cock did not relax for a while.

Dinner was a wide variety of Mexican dishes, some typical, a couple we had not had before.

Andy gave thanks, “Inez, that was ... delicioso! Thanks for a great dinner!”

We girls did a quick, but thorough given our numbers, cleanup of the dining room and kitchen, then joined the adults in the living room. It was a bit surprising to see Jim on one of the couches rather than in his usual loveseat. It was also odd that Meka was not lounging on him. She was not even on the couch. Sandy was on her knees between Jim’s knees, her left hand holding his cock out of the way while she licked and gently sucked on his balls. He was not watching her, as Inez had his attention while kneeling on his left; they were seeing if they could tell with their tongues whether the other still had tonsils.

She pulled back with a great inhalation, then exclaimed, “I’d had only two lovers before I joined this crazy family. Jim, I’m happy you’re with us and am looking forward to making love with you sometime soon.”

Lana was hanging around the edges watching two women love up on ... her lover.

I sidled to her and quietly asked, “Do you want in that?”

She startled, glanced at me, then moved her mouth to my ear and whispered, “I do. I ... I think this family is ... turning me into ... a ... sex fiend. I’ve wanted sex for so long, and it’s just ... such a relief that I’m in a family that gives me almost as much sex as I want.” She looked back at Jim’s cock standing erect in Mom’s hand, then at me and added, “I know this seems like old news, now, but I’m really getting into ... multiple girls with at least one guy. A scene keeps passing through my mind while I watch Sandy lick on Jim’s balls.”

I waited a few seconds, but she did not elaborate, so nudged her with, “And that scene is...”

“Oh, sorry. I was thinking you could see it in my eyes. I was wondering if Sandy’s gonna ride him again today and, if so, if she’ll ride in reverse so ... I could lick them both.”

I put my mouth to her ear and answered, “She would very much love that. Don’t get shy on us, now. We consider you our ... sex leader, and we’re going to need a lot of great ideas about including ... numbers of us with... our... THREE... male... lovers!”

She loudly inhaled a groan, then looked at me.

“I’m not joking. If there’s a scene you can see in your mind and you want to enact it with any of us, feel free to direct us at the first good opportunity. I’m happy to have you as the ... head of the ... Sex-with-more-than-two-of-us Department. The way this night is beginning suggests that it may get very sexual tonight, so prepare to fulfill one or two of your fantasies.”

She attacked, pasting her mouth to mine and getting as much of her body into contact with as much of mine as she could manage; I helped. When she slid her hands into my thong and squeezed my ass, she took the thong down in the back and partly so in front. After a couple of minutes of near abandon, I pulled us back.

I held her as she panted into the left side of my neck and whispered into her left ear, “Are you interested in doing something with Charlie, again?”

She moved her head on my shoulder enough that I understood that she was nodding, so I followed with, “Do you want to go with me, now?”

“Oh, goddess, yes. That was so fun last week. Both orgasms were good, but one of them was incredible.”

“Remember the new rule. We’ve got three guys, and everything we can do with Brett, we can do with Charlie and Jim.” I pondered for a few seconds, then added, “We need to get more of the ... more usual ... positions for threesomes started with Brett. Please remind me of that”

“Oh, goddess yes. Beth, I’d really love to suck Brett while you’re riding his face. He’s not great at pussy eating ... yet, but he’s not bad, either. It’s like learning anything else, I guess. Brett seems to ... No, he truly wants to learn ... everything well so he can be good for us. We didn’t have threesomes on the list of firsts, so we could just grab that sometime.” She kissed me lightly on my left cheek, then finished, “You and I doing that together with Charlie last week was so fucking good. I love you.”

I don’t know what Inez put in the various dishes tonight, but whatever it was, it was sort of like catnip for people. That, or Jim being the NFM had everyone’s sexual temperature high. Or we were letting our hair down with Brit back with us, albeit only temporarily. Something was in the food or the air as things got ... a bit crazy. Crazier even than the Wednesday everyone got naked. Of course, there wasn’t much in the way of overt sex that night. That was not true tonight.

As Lana predicted and wanted, after Mom got amped on loving Jim’s groin with her mouth, she showed Jim a nice smile, stood, hiked the hem of her sheath up to her waist, kneeled across his lap, ran his cockhead between her lips with her left hand a few times, then slowly lowered onto him. Both of them moaned softly as she slid down his pole.

Lana gave her a minute of luxuriating, then said to Sandy, “If you’ll sit there in reverse, I’ll lick both of you.”

Sandy flashed her eyes at Lana and replied, “You’re on!”

As Sandy changed her position, Meka, who had stepped over behind him, asked, “Dad, why does the sex always start with you? I’m not complaining, not at all, as I love to watch you with ... our new, extended family. I’m just curious.”

Once Sandy was back down on his cock, Jim replied, “Probably because I’m the new boy in town. However, tonight seems ... mm-mmmm ... seems different.”

Jim’s moan was occasioned by Lana licking up his balls and then up onto Sandy’s pussy as she lowered back down Jim’s cock.