Chapter 96

November 25, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written November 28-29]

After a cold-cereal breakfast, the seven of us threw frisbees around in the back yard – and in the Jacobsen back yard – in a cold, but calm morning. Meka showed us some of the finer points of various throws, and we became more proficient at it. We quit around 10 to warm up in the hot tub, then six of us hugged Civia good-bye when her parents came to get her just after we finished lunch. Meka bid the Go5 adieu to study at home.

Heather asked Charlize what she wanted to do.

“What would you guys normally do? I don’t know what the options are.”

Liya responded, “It’s been so long since we’ve had this many days with so few obligations.” She looked around, then added, “We could go to Old Town. Katie should be working.” Charlize looked quizzically at her, so Liya elaborated, “It’s a shopping district within easy walking distance. Katie’s family owns our favorite ice-cream parlor, and there are some other interesting shops.”

“Yeah,” agreed Heather. “If we waited a while before heading out, we could go straight to The Cold Sweets, browse the shops after that, then have dinner at Granny Brown’s.”

We all agreed that Heather had a capital idea, so killed a bit of time with our YouTube game. Charlize enjoyed it.

We walked into a fairly crowded The Cold Sweets, particularly considering how cold it was. Over the years, I have gotten funny looks and comments when eating ice cream in winter, but I think every day is suitable for ice cream. So what if it is cold outside? We had to wait in line for nearly ten minutes, but we spent it gabbing.

“Hey, gang, Charlize.”

“Hi, Katie,” responded Rhee. “Do you know if there’s an ice-cream place around here?”

Katie deadpanned, “No. That horrible place finally closed last month,” then grinned at us.

Katie’s mom, Kath, gave her the hairy eyeball, then said, “Hi, girls. We’ll split your orders between us, so what can I get for someone?”

All of us ordered two-dip cones and sat in the store for a while eating them while Katie could sit with us. I wasn’t half done when more customers arrived, so we said our farewells to Katie and Kath and began browsing the shops. We made giggling fun of some stuff in windows, but when we got to Second Chance Wear, we went in. The place is somewhat sizable, although not large, and various of us browsed at different speeds such that we became mostly separated. I was by myself when I saw a couple things I just had to get for my friends, as well as finding something for myself for some Thursday. I was a bit surprised when all but Rhee had stuff in their hands in line at the checkout. We browsed a couple other stores without buying anything, then had a typical comfort-food dinner at Granny Brown’s. Back home, we rushed upstairs to put new items away and get undressed.

I interrupted Charlize’s undressing, saying, “I saw this and thought you might make it look great,” as I handed her a black velour strapless top.

Charlize looked at me for a while, then replied, “You didn’t have to get me anything, but thanks. I’ll try it on.”

There was much oohing and aahing when she donned it. The top was long, hanging loosely from just above her breasts to the top of her panty.

“Ooh,” Heather exclaimed, “you need a pair of shorts like Beth’s or mine to go with that.”

Charlize looked a question at her, so she replied, “Really short ... Wait. I’ll be right back.”

When she returned, she was wearing her ridiculously short shorts.

“Oh, god. I couldn’t wear anything like that!”

Gracey responded, “Yes, you could! You have long legs and a nice butt. You would rock that look. Of course, when you get a pair, you need to do like Heather and Beth do ... no undies.”

Charlize looked somewhat aghast, but before she could say anything, Rhee said, “Gracey’s right. We go commando all the time, except for school and soccer. And periods, of course. You look great in that and ... Holy hell. The next time you come for a weekend, we’ll have found you a pair, and then we’ll all go for, as ... someone said, ‘trashily sexy’ to The Cold Sweets.”

“What? You guys do that?”

“Occasionally. We’ve gone a couple times like that.”

Charlize closed her eyes, took a deep breath, then said, “I’ve ... I’ve n-never dressed like that. I’d feel almost naked.”

I replied, “We won’t push you, unless you want us to push you.”

Gracey added, “Beth has become comfortable with it since May. June? Something like that. She accidentally wore her short white shorts like Heather’s to the mall. She was pretty embarrassed when we wouldn’t let her her go back and change, but she got used to it. We all have. It’s fun, in a breathless, nerve-wracking kind of way. You really would look great in that outfit.”

“B-but I’m n-not sure that I’m ... interested ... in boys.”

“Doesn’t matter,” Rhee answered. “We’ll definitely like ogling you in such an outfit. Gracey’s right. You’d look wonderful.”

Liya asked, “May I touch it?”

Charlize was not sure what she was asking, but figured it out, then nodded. Liya raised her right hand and touched the top at the easiest place to do so, on her breasts. As Charlize inhaled in reaction, Liya moaned quietly.

“Your boobs are nice. Firm and high.”

“Small, you mean.”

“You’re the same size as me, and both Beth and Heather are smaller, so, no, I don’t mean small. I mean nice, very nice.”

Liya continued to “feel” the top as she ran her right hand all over the front of it, spending most of her time on Charlize’s breasts. Charlize watched that hand fondle her, giving out almost inaudible sighs at random intervals.

Quietly, Charlize said, “That’s nice.”

Liya continued to rub her right hand over Charlize’s breasts, occasionally slightly pinching her now-erect nipples, then added her other hand. Charlize closed her eyes and exhaled noisily, then opened her eyes to watch Liya’s hands, again. A minute later, Liya moved both hands to the top’s hem, grabbing it and slightly lifting it.

“May I?”

Charlize stared at her for a couple seconds, then nodded, apparently unable to speak. Liya gently lifted the top and carefully pulled it off Charlize’s head, handed the top to me, then put her hands in front of those now-bare breasts.

“May I?”

Again, Charlize just nodded. Liya did on her skin what she had done on the shirt, lightly running her palm or fingers on her chest, then belly, back over her breasts, and onto her shoulders. Keeping her hands moving, Liya got up a bit on tiptoes and leaned her head toward Charlize’s, looking her in the eyes.

“May I?”

Charlize stared into Liya’s eyes for many seconds, then nodded. Liya kissed her lips gently, pulled away to look into her eyes, then leaned in and kissed her, again. After ending the second kiss, she pointed her tongue and lightly licked Charlize’s lips, who responded by closing her eyes and sighing. Liya then turned up the heat, kissing her face, her ears, her neck. Charlize could do nothing but close her eyes and sigh.

I managed to get my mind a bit clear of the sexy seduction that Liya was managing so well to look around at my sister-friend-lovers. They were mesmerized watching Liya’s hands, Liya’s mouth. I considered joining in, but quickly nixed the idea, leaving Liya to whatever plan or thoughts she had.

The next move was to run her hands up Charlize’s breasts to her shoulders, thence down her back until Liya had her arms around her, at which point she pulled herself into Charlize with the hands on our friend’s back and hugged her tightly, breasts to breasts, while she returned to kissing Charlize’s neck.

“Oh, god. Oh ... wow. Oh,” Charlize panted.

Liya kissed up her neck and across her jaw to her lips, at which point Charlize kissed first. She put her arms around Liya and kissed her hard, Liya returned the kiss, and moved her hands down to Charlize’s panty-clad ass and began rubbing and squeezing. Charlize pulled back, tipped back her head, and inhaled deeply.

“Oh, god.”

Liya returned to kissing her neck, then down her chest to her right breast and over to her left. She, then, began giving easy kisses down her belly until Liya was kneeling in front of Charlize, her hands rubbing Charlize’s ass, her mouth and eyes facing Charlize’s pussy. She paused her kissing and moved her hands to the panty’s waistband.

“May I?”

“Oh, yes. Oh, god. I ... I ... Yes. Please.”

Liya slowly pulled the panty down her legs to her feet, then pulled it off her foot by foot, and began kissing from Charlize’s left knee up her thigh. Charlize gave out a short, squealy moan as Liya’s lips approached her pussy.

At that point, I could not hold off any longer, so stepped over to Charlize, put my face in front of hers and asked, “May I?”

Charlize pulled my head in and kissed me hard for 15 seconds or so, then pulled back.

“Oh, god. Please, please ... um ... whatever. Please.”

I did not know if she did not know what she wanted or if she did not want to make a decision or if she wanted to leave everything to us.

“Charlize, before you get completely carried away, you have to know this. You’re careening down a steep slope toward sex. We all want you, but we want you to be sure.”

“I’m sure. I made my mind up at the ice-cream parlor. I was thinking earlier this fall that I’d like to ... t-try ... sex ... with you. You and Rhee. I ... d-didn’t know about ... this, all of this, all of you. I ... I don’t know what to do, how to do anything, but I want this, with ... with just you or ... or ... any or all of you.”

For a few minutes, we all put hands on her, rubbed her, kissed her all over. She was moaning and panting.

“Let’s take this to the Monstrosity,” Rhee said.

The six of us went downstairs, extracted the Monstrosity cover, and all climbed in. The Go5 proceeded to gently introduce Charlize to petting and sexually-charged kissing and fondling ... and cunnilingus. She didn’t tire of it and kept cumming. Each of us got her off at least once, with Heather making her orgasm twice, when she became nearly insensate in the middle of the mattresses. Liya and Rhee were on Charlize’s right side, the rest of us on her left, and the two groups then worked on sexual fulfillment for the rest of us. We conked out forgetting about brushing our teeth.

November 26, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

[Written November 29]

I think each of us woke in the night for necessary trips to the bathroom to empty bladders, but no one mentioned any problem getting quickly back to sleep. I woke around 7:30 to find myself on the outside, next to Heather.

She whispered, “I need to pee, again.”

“So do I,” I responded, then climbed slowly out of bed, Heather following me to the downstairs bathroom. Sitting on the toilet, I said, “That got pretty crazy last night. I hope Charlize is okay with it.”