101: Like Water

I woke a couple of times in the night as girls shifted positions and someone else curled up next to me on one side or the other. Each time, I'd just give her a hug and go back to sleep, usually aware that my hand was gently cupping a breast, ass, or pussy. About five-thirty, I woke up to the delightful sensation of my left nipple being nibbled, sucked, and licked. My cock was being lightly stroked. I raised a hand to the unmistakable tangle of red hair just below my chin.

"Elaine?" I whispered.

"Oh good. You're awake." She wiggled around and ripped open a condom package, rolling on my cock quickly. Then she straddled me and sank onto my cock with a sigh. "Another couple seconds and I'd have done that whether you woke up or not," she whispered. I glanced to my right and Sora was grinning at me, lightly stroking my chest with one hand and guiding my hand to her pussy with the other.

"What is going on with all the exhibitionism?" I asked.

"I'm not exhibiting to anyone," Elaine said. "I just needed to feel you one more time before I go back to school."

"Me, too," Sora said. "But it's okay to use your fingers. They feel so good right now." She raised up enough to kiss me. I just let it go and enjoyed the moment. Elaine and Sora were each in their own world, not paying attention to each other, but both wholly focused on me. I did very little but let them enjoy themselves as I lost my senses to the awareness of their pussies and my impending explosion. It was a ragged come. First Sora, then me. Finally, Elaine pressed down firmly as my last shot fired and sighed out a gentle orgasm.

"Mmm. That was a bonus to get a climax. All I wanted was to feel you come in me. Thank you, lover. Let's go make breakfast for our casa."

Before she took off in the evening, I managed to corner Rose again and drag her back to my bed. We were alone this time and I was aggressive with her, licking her first to an orgasm and then crawling between her legs to bury my naked cock in her grasping pussy.

"Oh, Brian! What got into you? I love you! Come in me. Come in me, lover." I had come enough times this weekend that I could keep going for a while and I stroked her to another orgasm. "I love you. Oh, darling, what have I done to deserve such a wonderful extra from you?" Just after she had her next orgasm, I slowed my pace and pressed my body down onto her.

"I want to know what's going on and the only way I could think to get an answer was to fuck you into submission. What's with suddenly everyone wanting to make love in the room with everyone else, Rose? I'm worried about the message that we're sending to those who aren't wanting to have sex. Cassie, Nicki, Mary. I know you've got some plan. What is it?"

"Oh, my love. My sweet, sweet lover. I'm sorry. I didn't mean to keep you in the dark. We didn't mean to. Can you keep fucking me like that until I finish telling you? I think I'll come again if you do."

"As long as I can stay hard I'll stay in you, sweetheart. Now tell me the story."

"We talk. It was during our ... um ... indoctrination of Mary that the subject came up. Believe it or not, it was Cassie who asked if we were still going to be a nude casa. I hadn't realized it, but every time it is just our casa, we end up taking our clothes off. It turned out that we all really like it. We like feeling our skin touching when we hug each other and when we hug you. And it's not like we're all asking to be fucked by you when we're naked, but we like seeing your appreciation of us."

"It was a lot more than appreciation I was showing last night," I chuckled.

"Yes. It was a little weird, wasn't it? What did you think of having nine teenaged beauties sitting in a semicircle around us fingering their pussies for you while we made love?"

"Think? I wanted to concentrate on you, but every time I close my eyes I'm going to see that sight. It was incredibly hot."

"I know. I don't think I've ever felt you come so much in me. But it wasn't really intended to be an exhibition for either us or them. It was more an affirmation. What it amounts to is that seven of the thirteen of us girls in the casa have committed to be your cónyuge. You are lovers with two more. We talked about intimacy and spontaneity, and how easy it is to forget there are others around. So we decided this weekend that we would just let ourselves go and when desire and opportunity arose for one of us to be with you, we would, whether there were others around or not. When we all live together, we don't want to have a problem if we walk in on another pair or more making love. Whether it's with you or with each other. We are going to discuss it informally this week to see if it made anyone uncomfortable."

"And why didn't you think to tell me about all this?" I asked, picking up my speed a little and pushing deeper into Rose.

"Oh! Yes. Forgive me, cónyuge, but sometimes you try to talk an idea to death before we get to try it out. I didn't mean to hurt you, lover. Please forgive me." I picked up the pace a little more. I could feel my come rising in my balls.

"I love you, my darling Rose. I forgive you, but let's try at least letting me know what's happening sometimes so I don't put my foot in my mouth or my cock where it doesn't belong."

"You've got it where it belongs now. Are you ready, Brian? I'm so close. Just come with me, baby. Come with me."

I did.

We were still carrying an undefeated record into the holiday tournament. The whole state was trying to put together what it meant to have four classes of schools in various tournaments and whether there should be interclass games in non-statewide tournaments. Plymouth had grabbed the bull by the horns and scheduled what they considered the top 3A team from each of four counties, St. Joseph, Elkhart, Kosciusko, and Marshall. We'd been selected as the St. Joe County team. It wasn't until the week of the tourney, though, that Coach realized who was in it. Plymouth and us, obviously. Concord had been the 3A champion last year, taking us out in the semi-state. And Warsaw.

We'd had a pretty nasty showdown with Warsaw in the Regionals last spring and I wore the bruises all week. Nobody assumed they'd changed their style of play, even though they had a new coach. Well, we had a new coach, too. Oh, well. We were paired up against the Concord Minutemen for the first game, so there was a good chance we'd never meet Warsaw in the tourney.

Scratch that.

Concord was still good, but nearly half their team had graduated this year. They still had a couple of last year's starters, but they were simply nowhere near the level they'd played at in the semi-state. It was a closer game than we'd had so far this season, but we still had them by ten points. Coach hustled us out of the arena and off to a restaurant for food while the second game was being played. Coach Washburn, our assistant coach, Geoff, our manager, and Ms. Hammer and our five cheerleaders all joined us. It was only four o'clock and we figured we'd need to be back at the gym to watch the consolation game, but Coach surprised us all by having the bus deliver us to the local bowling alley. All thirteen of us guys, plus Geoff, the coaches, and the cheerleaders, got shoes and went about the process of selecting bowling balls and spreading out along six lanes. There was a cheerleader on each of the player lanes and the three coaches played the sixth lane. Isn't it amazing how that worked out? Some of the guys were pretty good, and we discovered that Anne Ploughman, a junior cheerleader, was some kind of a league bowler. She was really good. Doug, Lionel, and I managed to grab the lane with Rose. Next to us, Carl and Geoff were on the lane with Brenda. George and Lexi had managed to get on the same lane. Wow! Ten of our clan on the squad of twenty-two.

We had a great time. I have no idea who did well and who did poorly. We just took our turns and at six-thirty, Coach blew a whistle and told us it was time to go play basketball. We were ready. And we didn't even know who we were playing yet.

Well, we had a pretty good idea when we saw six State Troopers and as many Marshall County Sheriff's Deputies when we walked in. The organizers at Plymouth had apparently done their research and were prepared. We went straight to our locker room and dressed for the game. Coach opened the door and called the cheerleaders in with Ms. Hammer when we were ready.

"Ladies, I want you to hear the instructions that I'm giving the guys you are cheering for tonight," Coach said to the cheerleaders. "You have an important job to do. You are in charge of our fans. That's not fair, I know. But never underestimate the way that our fans follow you and your example. Lead them in cheering for your boys. Don't let them get involved in booing the other team. Keep them positive. Can you do that?"

"We can do it, Coach," Brenda said immediately. She turned to the cheerleaders and even Ms. Hammer was nodding her head. I had a feeling she and Coach had already talked about this.

"Now, gentlemen. We had a rough time with Warsaw at Regionals. They are tough. They are physical. It's the way they play ball. We will NOT have any rocks on our court during this game. Is that clear, Frost?"

"Yes, Coach." I said softly. He didn't ask me to speak up. He just nodded.

"It wasn't a bad idea," Coach said. "It was just the wrong idea. We got caught up in playing their game instead of making them play ours." It was kind of cool that Coach was talking about last year's game as if he'd been our coach. "Our game isn't brutal. Our game is elegant. Our game is fast. Our game is ... like water. We flow around the obstacles. We find the open spaces. We conform to the shape of the shore, but we rush past it. I want water on that court tonight. I don't want you to foul anyone tonight. I don't want you to get fouled by anyone tonight. You are going to not be where the rocks are. And that light little ball, like a twig tossed in the stream is going to go with the flow—where the water goes."

It was an elegant speech. I sure didn't expect it from Coach. Barry was scratching his head a little, but he'd integrated into the team well enough that he understood Coach's style and even he could get that he wasn't supposed to foul or get fouled.

We played our game. There was a substitution at every buzzer. We went from standard court positions to three guards and no center to four forwards and no guards, flowing in and out of the positions as smoothly as we fed the ball through our opponents. We'd move into positions where a player would expect a pick and when he charged into it, he'd find nothing there. They were so off-balance by not having anything to bounce into that they lost the ball more than they shot.

Of course, it left us all in different positions, too. Usually, you claim your space on the court and you defend it. But we'd find ourselves way out of position. I sank a three-pointer from the corner where Whitney always scored. Couldn't believe I'd made it. I'd followed my guy to the basket on a layup, but realized I couldn't be in a position to block him without making contact. I stepped aside two steps from the basket and he was so off-balance as a result that the shot he put up bounced off the rim and I grabbed it, shoveling it out to Carl and spinning the other direction before my guy recovered from his missed shot. By then, Josh had the ball down-court and passed it off to Barry who managed to get his heavy feet off the floor for a slam-dunk.

I won't say there weren't any fouls, but it might go down as the cleanest game in IHSAA history. The cheerleaders did a great job, but there really wasn't anything for anyone to get upset about. We won by twelve points. It wasn't a really high-scoring game, but it was all about ball-handling and shooting. The guys from Warsaw came by and congratulated us on a good game. It was like last year's regional had never been played.

"You know, Frank, I'm going to study the tape of tonight's game every night over the holiday break," the Warsaw coach said as he shook Coach Hancock's hand. "In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if that tape doesn't get passed around to every 3A coach in the state. This whole game was how basketball was meant to be played."

"Your guys did a great job," Coach replied. "You've had a big job to do this year rebuilding your team. You're really getting them to focus on the game." We headed for the locker room and for home, a jubilant crew.

Parents and fans met the team bus when we got back to school about ten-thirty. The JV was waiting for us, too. They'd placed second in their tourney at MHS.

"I loved that style," Whitney said as she embraced me. "We are definitely going to try it. And I'm going to talk to Master Cho about how to integrate water style with rock style. He will know." When I got home, all my local girls were there—well, Whitney and Rose rode with me. The moms had pizza for us and we sat around eating and drinking pop.

"Can you do without sex tonight?" Cassie asked me when we all headed upstairs.

"Honey, of course I can. What's up?"

"Mary and I want to cuddle," she said and then dropped her voice to a whisper. "Mary's never slept with a boy at all."

"I'll keep my pants on," I whispered, giving her a kiss on the cheek.

"You'd better not. That would spoil it all." Well, I guess I had my orders. When we were all settled down, I lay naked in my bed with an equally naked Cassie on one shoulder and Mary on the other. "Goodnight, my compañera," Cassie whispered.

"Goodnight, hearthmate," Mary said from the other side. "Thank you for being our patrón."

There was a little noise from the other side of the room and a couple of gasps. All three of us pushed ourselves up on an elbow to see Samantha being double teamed by Jennifer and Courtney. She gasped and grabbed a pillow to muffle her orgasm and then all three settled down to sleep. The girls giggled a little as we settled back down. Mary rolled toward me in a position favored by most of my girlfriends, her arm across my chest and one leg on my thigh, almost touching my cock. She might have found that a little startling.

"Bet you wish that was you," she whispered.

"Which one?" I asked.

"Any of the three," Cassie laughed, giving me a kiss. She faced away from me with her back and butt against me and my right arm pulled around under her neck. She pressed my hand against her breast and kissed my arm. Before long we were all asleep.

When I woke in the morning, we were three spoons. I was on my right side facing Cassie's back and Mary was pressed against my back. I was so close to coming between those soft sweet cheeks that were clenching and unclenching as they moved against my cock. I thrust against them.

Holy shit! I was masturbating against Cassie's butt! I tried to roll away, pinned between the two girls.

"Please, Brian," Cassie pled. "Don't stop. I'm almost there. I want to feel you. Please go ahead and come on me."

Oh, man! I still had one of her breasts in each hand and I twirled my fingers around her nipples. I could feel more distinctly the movement of her own hand in her pussy. I went ahead and rubbed against her butt. So beautiful. So exquisite. I was confident that I couldn't get her pregnant with my cockhead sticking out of her crack at her tailbone, so I just went ahead. I heard Cassie mounting with little gasps and pinched her nipples slightly. That set her off and the sudden vibration of her ass against me set me off as well. I splattered come between the two of us against her back and my stomach. Behind me, Mary moaned. When our breathing calmed a little, Cassie crawled out of bed and led me to the bathroom to shower.

"Cassie, you know I love you," I said. "What am I going to do when you really leave me to join Josh? I know it's going to happen."

"You should ask yourself what you are going to do when Josh joins our Casa," Cassie said as she soaped me up and turned her back so I could wash the semen off of her. That was a really good question.

IU classes were out and the semester was over on Friday before the tournament, but of course our high school classes continued on Monday through Wednesday. It was hard for any of us to concentrate on classes. Jen, Court, and I were joined by Elaine and Sora whose classes were also out. Donna waited until Monday to come in. I had all five of my college girlfriends together.

"How are your parents taking you spending part of your break with me?" I asked Donna.