Beth - Book One

by Bronte Follower

©Copyright 2019 by Bronte Follower

Cast and Places

Cast of Characters

Girls, The Gang of Five (soccer position-if applicable, height, hair, ethnicity/nationality)

Beth Williams - The story’s protagonist plays critical roles in the story: leader of a small set of close friends; captain and starting offensive sweeper of the Elkton premier soccer team, 5’5”, blonde, white

Gracey (Graciela) García - Electronic hardware afficionado; member of the Elkton premier soccer team; 5’6”, black, Hispanic

Liya (Aliyah) Nadhi - Electronic software afficionado, hanger-on of the Elkton premier soccer team; 5’4”, black, India

Rhee (Rhiannon) Devlin - Beth’s best friend, member of the Elkton premier soccer team; starting center forward (striker); 5’5”, black, white

Heather Wilkerson - Impetus of the Gang of Four becoming the Gang of Five; member of the Elkton premier soccer team, starting right wing; 5’2”, white blonde, white

Girls, Elkton Premier Team members mentioned (position, height, hair, ethnicity/nationality)

Abby Huber - Backup right fullback; 5’5”, brown, white

Ann DeJong - Starting center fullback and (eventually) co-captain; 5’10”, dark brown, white

Brianna Maguire - Starting goalie; 5’8”, black, black

Dakota Brigham - Backup right midfielder (halfback); 5’5”, blonde, white

Emma Parkinson - Starting right midfielder; 5’4”, brown, white

Haven Randolph - Backup center midfielder; 5’6” brown, white

Kanda Obi - Backup left midfielder; 5’5”, black, Tanzania

Lana (Svetlana) Porchenko - Backup fullback; 5’7”, brown, white

Lissa Schmitt - Offense backup; 5’4”, dark brown, white

Marli Davidson - Backup goalie; 5’10”, brown, white

Mia Abernathy - Starting left wing; 5’5”, black, white

Padme Fahrad - Backup member of the offense; 5’3”, black, India

Rathi Dewan - Starting center midfielder; 5’5”, black, India

Sophia Reynolds - Backup fullback; 5’6”, auburn, white

Tonda Byers -- Backup center forward (striker); 5’7”, black, black

Zahira Khalil - Starting left fullback; 5’5”, black, Palestine

Zala Tadesse -- Starting right midfielder; 5’6”, black, Ethiopia

Soccer-team members (others)

Charlize Sanderson - Starting center forward (striker) of the Grass Valley premier soccer team; former teammate of Beth and Rhee when her family lived in Elkton; 5’5”, blonde, white

Boys

Brett Jacobs - A very girl-shy heartthrob in Beth’s grade; 5’5”, brown, white

Bradley Whitford - A rich, bigoted boy in Beth’s grade; 5’6”; black, white

Adults

Charlie (Charles) Williams - Beth’s father is handsome and well built; 6’1”, blond, white

Sandy (Sandra) Williams - Beth is nearly a copy of her mother; 5’5”, blonde, white

Carol Devlin - Rhee’s divorced mother and friend of the Williams family; 5’6”, black, white

Coach Pam Virtanen - Coach of Elkton premier soccer team; 5’8”, brown, white

Constance Wilkerson - Heather’s mother; 5’1”, blonde, white

Horace and Harriet (Harry) Jacobsen - Retired university professor and wife, next-door neighbors of the Williams family

Inez García - Gracey’s mother; 5’7”, black, Hispanic

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Summary of Book One:

(Beth) - Beth Williams devises a plan that she hopes will allow her to have her first male sexual partner be the loveliest guy she knows: Charlie Williams, her father, and decides to document the success or failure of the plan in a diary. Through a bit of blackmail, she convinces her mother to assist her in that direction, not comprehending that her mother is two or three steps ahead of her. Of her own volition, she instigates a sexual relationship with her best friend, Rhee Devlin, who is a member of the girls’ premier-level soccer team of which Beth is the team captain. Due to an injury to the team’s starting right wing, a poorly known teammate, Heather Wilkerson, is elevated to the starting eleven. Beth and Rhee decide to learn about the cute girl by inviting her to their houses on multiple occasions, and the three girls quickly develop a friendship that leads to Heather joining in Beth and Rhee’s sexual relationship.

Note about Book Two:

I am adding chapters from my Beth-affiliated story, A Tall, Young Girl into Beth in the appropriate spots from here on out. The inclusion of those bits will become more understandable in future books.

Chapter 21

July 7, 2017 (Friday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

What a long and crazy day yesterday was. We three girls slept tangled together until the alarm woke us this morning for soccer practice. We woke as I think we went to sleep, with Heather cuddled between Rhee and me. We showered together, somewhat hurriedly, mainly to remove the stale aroma of sex. All three adults had left before we bolted downstairs for a light breakfast and headed out the door for the pitch.

Practice was relatively uneventful, but with all the recent changes in the offense, it was not vanilla pudding, either. During an hour of offense against defense, Coach played Ann at center half the entire time. She got off two rockets, one of which almost took Brianna’s hand off. Not really, but Brianna will probably feel that one for a while.

Heather had to go home after practice, so Rhee and I went to her house for lunch, where we talked about our feelings concerning sharing each other with Heather and discussed hypothetical situations with other girls. Neither of us wants anyone else, though we both thought that some casual sleepover messing around with Liya and Gracey could be fun. However, neither of them struck us as Heather has, and we could not figure out why Heather got both our motors running. She’s not beautiful. Instead, she’s more like the cute, wholesome girl next door, though I am sure that many would not consider last night’s activities “wholesome.”

We also talked about Heather giving control of her sex life to us. Just like we could not figure out why Heather attracted both of us so powerfully, we also could not figure out how to respond to her offer to us of, essentially, using her as a sex doll. We did have fun coming up with crazy situations in which we took her at her word and did whatever we wanted with her. However, we were of two minds about those scenarios: Amused at imagining them, but both doubtful that we’d want to play them out in life. We agreed that we wanted to have sex with Heather again and were of like mind in wanting Heather only when both of us were present and interested. But we do want her again. And again. And again. We also spent some together time cuddling and kissing. It was very nice.

We planned a day outing with Liya, Gracey, and Heather for tomorrow. Well, not planned as much as simply set aside the day for the five of us to do something. We never worry about the details, as some interesting activity usually makes itself known to us. We also set a tentative plan for a sleepover next weekend. It’ll be here, of course, as none of the other houses are suitable for the four… oops, now five of us.

Rhee went home around 3:30, as she and Carol were going to do something, though they didn’t know what that would be. Hmm, theme much?

I made dinner for the three of us and went to my room shortly thereafter. I spent nearly four hours writing the account of yesterday’s long, exhilarating, exciting, and sexually fulfilling day. I hope we can have that happen again.

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July 8, 2017 (Saturday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

The outing with the girls was great! As we expected, Heather hit it off with Gracey and Liya. We had decided on a picnic lunch in the wooded park about five blocks from Rhee’s house. It’s a nice place, with trails, a small pond (complete with greedy ducks), picnic shelters, and play equipment. We wound up playing on the swing set, the monkey bars, and the other stuff meant for younger kids, but it was a hoot.

After we’d finished our lunch, we were sitting around at one of the six picnic tables in a somewhat remote pavilion in the park shooting the breeze, when Liya and Heather got into a long back-and-forth that started innocently enough but evolved into elaborate compliments that were put-downs of each other, their clothing, their ancestors, their choice in men. Gracey, Rhee, and I were, figuratively, rolling on the ground laughing for minutes while the two of them managed this show with straight faces until Heather finally cracked and started laughing uproariously.

When we all settled down enough to be able to converse without bursting out in laughter again, Liya got up from her side of the table, walked around, sat next to Heather, and hugged her tightly.

“Girl,” she said, “with the power vested in me as the most recent member of this gang, I hereby demand that you officially become a member. Before you say “yay” or “nay,” I must warn you that there is a gruesome initiation ceremony that involves protons, blood, and magic elixirs. So, agree to join at your peril.”

I do not know how Heather kept a straight face, as Gracey, Rhee, and I were, again, laughing heartily, but she managed it. Eventually, Liya cracked a smile and put an arm around Heather.

“Naw, girl, you just have to do something inappropriate and you’re in.”

I could see this look come over Heather’s countenance that caused me to stop laughing. I knew she was pondering something - probably inappropriate, but I couldn’t imagine what that would be. Heather stood, did a quick 360˚, took her shirt off, and sat back down.

“Is this inappropriate enough?”

Liya lost it to a paroxysm of laughter. Rhee grinned, Gracey looked around quickly and, apparently, decided that no one was in eyeshot of us, so allowed laughter to bubble forth. I grinned.

Once Liya’s outburst subsided, I said in something approaching her voice, “Girl, she got you there!”

As Liya once more put an arm on Heather’s shoulder, she said, “That is a true fact. She got me back, but good. I do wonder how long she can keep showing off those pretty little titties.”

I opened my mouth to say I thought she could probably manage quite a long time but swallowed those words before they escaped. I am not prepared to make various recent changes in my life more widely known; voicing those words would open that door.

Gracey saved me from discovery, though, as she pushed on a few icons on her phone and said, “I’ve got the timer going.”

Heather easily made the five-minute mark, as I expected, but Liya started getting big-eyed.

“Girl, you’ve got cajones, or whatever the female equivalent would be. I’d be gibbering with fear by this point, but you look cool as a cucumber. [I do not know where she gets all the metaphors she throws around.] I move that Heather be added to the membership roll.”

“Second,” shouted Rhee.

“Nuh, uh, girl,” I said. We’re closer to your house, so you’re Chair. Second, by the way.”

“All in favor,” Rhee asked. Once the vote was apparent, she continued, “By acclamation, Heather Wilkerson is hereby added to the rolls of the Girls Just Wanna Have Fun gang. Welcome, Heather!”

Rhee then stood and grabbed both of her upper arms and lifted slightly. Heather understood that Rhee wanted her to stand, and Rhee stepped back a bit and nodded to indicate that she should extricate herself from the picnic table. She did so and Rhee wrapped her in a hug.

Rhee then stepped back and said, “Existing members may now welcome the initiate.”

Liya got off the bench and hugged Heather. “Welcome, Heather. I’m glad you’re here.”

Gracey and I followed suit, hugging Heather and welcoming her into the gang.

As Liya returned to her previous seat across the table next to Gracey, she looked at Heather and slowly shook her head.

“I don’t know how you can sit there so casually being so… titillating. And I see that you have titillated yourself.”

I looked at Heather’s breasts. Yup, her nipples were hard; my pussy started moistening in response. She looked so inviting, with her small, but perfectly shaped breasts tipped by quarter-inch-long erect nipples, her head held high, her face pink. I managed to keep myself from walking over and reacquainting myself with those lovely breasts.

Since Rhee was between Heather and me, and I was staring at Heather’s breasts, I could not help but notice that Rhee’s arms were moving, occasionally obstructing my view. So, I changed focus and quickly realized that she had unhooked her bra and was in the process of divesting herself of shirt and bra. In no time, there were two topless girls on my side of the table.

When in Rome, you know. So, I quickly looked around, saw no one, and pulled my shirt up and off.

“DAYAMN, girls! I suppose Gracey and I will be expected to join this insanity.”

I had started to giggle but then heard Gracey’s voice.

“Last one in’s a rotten egg,” and she pulled her shirt and bra off, then continued. “Hmm, I smell sulfur somewhere. Oh, here it is, on the bench to my right.”

Then she cracked up, her breasts jiggling. Rhee and Heather held their noses closed and stared intently at Liya, who rolled her eyes and her whole head.

“All right, already,” after which she stood, removed her T, and sat back down, her shoulders hunched forward.

“Nah-uh-uh,” said Gracey. “Be proud: Head up, chin out, shoulders back.”

Liya obeyed, and there we were, five girls and their ten breasts enjoying the breeze.

Heather then reached across the table and pinched Liya’s left nipple.

“I notice someone else is titillated.”

I had noticed that. I also noticed that Heather still had that nipple in her grasp and that Liya was not pulling away or objecting in any other fashion.

“Damn it, Heather. You’ve made me uneven.” Heather pinched the other nipple, resulting in Liya adding, “Okay. That’s better. Thanks.”

I looked at Liya’s face: She was grinning at Heather.

Just then, Gracey gave a warning, “Car coming,” so we all hurriedly re-donned our shirts. Looking at Rhee, I noticed that she had not bothered to take the time to deal with her bra, so I looked at Gracey, who had made the same snap decision.

“Wow,” Gracey exclaimed, “17 minutes and 40 seconds. A new gang record. Of course, there wasn’t an old gang record, but I’m impressed. As Liya said, Heather, you’ve got cajones!”

Rhee followed with, “She does, and that was so cool,” then put a one-arm hug on Heather. “That was cool, and feel free to do that again in the future. I suspect that you could greatly extend that record of yours. Just don’t get us caught!”

Heather giggled and grinned widely at all of us. She then sobered and looked at each of us.

“Thanks, guys. Being part of this group means a lot to me. As Beth and Rhee know, I’ve had very few friends in my life, so I’m serious, very serious, when I say that. Thanks.”

As we were packing up in mid-afternoon (the two unworn bras going in the basket), Heather said, “Rhee, are you going to walk home dressed like that?”

Rhee turned to Heather and replied. “Yeah, I guess I am. My girls need to breathe more freely. Why?”

“Oh, nothing all that important, but I thought we might want to warn the riot-control squad that they might be called out soon.”

Gracey and I chortled merrily. Liya gave Heather her typical, “You go, Girl,” then turned to Rhee, making a point of looking right at Rhee’s breasts and said, “You go, girls.”

Gracey and Heather cracked up; I grinned maniacally. Liya continued her discussion with Rhee’s girls.

“Are you sure you’ll be okay? The ride might be very… um… bouncy, and you won’t be able to see where you’re going.”

If anything, Gracey and Heather’s laughter went up a notch.

Rhee said, “Oh, we can’t have that,” and she then lifted the tail of her shirt over her breasts. “I’ll walk home like this.”

Liya riposted, “Do you have a carry permit for those? You obviously won’t need a carry concealed permit, but….”

Rhee grinned, then pulled her shirt back down. At this point, Heather was just shaking her head.

“What,” I asked her.

“Oh, nothing… just… you guys… you guys are just so freaking fun!”

We managed to get back to my house without getting ticketed for indecent exposure, as everyone kept their breasts covered, although Rhee did roll the hem of her shirt up under her breasts, leaving her taut belly exposed. Liya noticed the obvious and mentioned it in Liya fashion.

“Girl, though you don’t have your girls exposed, you might still have a problem with the law. Any guy walking the other way is gonna have his eyes bug out ogling those melons just in time for those nipples to poke his eyes out. I think those things should be classed as lethal weapons.”

After the rest of us finished laughing, she continued. “Heather, I think Rhee is uneven. Would you see what you can do?”

“Sure,” whereupon she pinched Rhee’s right nipple. However, she did not do as I expected, just grabbing that nipple through the shirt, but stuck her hand inside Rhee’s shirt from below and grabbed it directly. Her hand also pulled the shirt up enough to expose a healthy amount of underboob. That exposure was limited to just a couple of seconds, though, and Heather pulled the hem down and then re-rolled it, managing to expose more of Rhee’s flat abs, as if she were wearing a halter top.

As planned, we stopped for ice cream on the way. We were taking the mickey out of each other while we were waiting at the counter for our cones when we noticed that the guy behind the counter seemed to be enjoying all the unfettered breasts, as he kept zoning out looking through the glass while trying to scoop ice cream.

Heather then asked, “Is that all it takes to get a guy to look at you? Roll your shirt up under your boobs?”

She then proceeded to do that to her shirt, though her looser T and small breasts meant that the hem kept falling.

“No,” she said fake mournfully, “apparently you need big melons,” after which she stuck out her lower lip and pouted for a few seconds… until she cracked up laughing. We all followed suit.

We ate the cones in the store and then continued home. Gracey had called her mom when we were leaving the park, and the length of her drive to my house was such that she arrived in front of the house shortly after we did, but not before Gracey could get her bra back on. We all said our goodbyes and Gracey and Liya rode off into the afternoon, heading home.

Rhee unlocked the front door (I was trailing the others, carrying the basket), swung it open into the house, turned around, and said to Heather, “Girl, I am so going to get you back for that nipple-pinching.”

She grabbed the hem of Heather’s shirt and pulled it up and off her. Heather, who had reacted quickly enough to lift her arms to make Rhee’s disrobing task easier, just stood there topless in the doorway facing the door. In an instant, Rhee was sucking on Heather’s right nipple and pawing at her left breast.

Since they were standing right in the doorway, I couldn’t enter the house, so I stood there watching the show and, hopefully, blocking most of the view. As I watched Rhee’s mouth on Heather’s breast, Rhee’s hands were pulling Heather’s shorts and panties down. When the pants had gotten so low that Rhee’s mouth had to abandon the breast, her mouth simply transferred its attention to Heather’s pussy. Heather casually stepped out of each side of the pants as Rhee pulled them to the floor and was then standing in the doorway wearing only socks and shoes.

My pussy was zinging as I looked down at Heather’s cute, tight ass and long, bare legs. She showed no concern that she was having her pussy eaten in semi-public. I, however, was a bit concerned, so I gently pushed them into the house and closed the door. Without either saying a word, Rhee marched Heather into the dining room and turned her to face out the picture window. She then knelt in front of Heather and began mouthing various parts of Heather’s vaginal morphology. Rhee’s fingers joined in and Heather, who had been virtually silent up to that point, began moaning, and those moans got louder, longer, and higher pitched.

From the opening of the door to Heather’s climax could not have taken even three minutes, and probably less than two. And what a climax! It was a good thing Dad and Mom were spending the day out in town, as there was no location inside the house from which her ecstatic screams could not have been heard.

Once Rhee made sure Heather was not going to fall over without Rhee’s support, she toed off her shoes and pulled her shorts and panties off. She then grabbed Heather’s hand and led her into the kitchen. Once there, she hoisted herself onto the table on her back, her legs hanging off, her crotch facing the hall down which was my parents’ room. Heather took the hint and knelt to return the favor.

After Rhee calmed down from her orgasm, Heather said, “Next.”

I looked at Heather, then at Rhee, whose eyes were finally opening. Rhee nodded and rolled off the table; I took her place, my pussy nearly quivering. While I was not as primed as Heather and Rhee were, it still took Heather less than five minutes to make me cum. Given the precise location she had chosen, I am sure Rhee had the same mental image in her head while she was getting eaten that I did while I was being eaten.

After I came down from Heaven, Rhee was talking.

“This is a special place for Beth and me. A couple of weeks ago, I was spending the night, and we came downstairs for a drink or snack or something. When we got to the bottom of the stairs, we could hear what seemed to be sex noises, so we tiptoed to the wall and peered around it. Charlie was sitting in his chair right here and Sandy was sitting in his lap. Both were naked and Sandy was riding Charlie’s cock. As Sandy started to orgasm, Charlie stood up with her, laid her back on the table, and fucked her hard until he came. I’ve been masturbating to that scene ever since.”

“Oh, god. Oh, god. I would love to see that.” Her breathing got shallow like she was hyperventilating. “Would someone… uh… do me here? Please?”

We both nodded, and she climbed right up. We both did her, frequently trading places between breasts and pussy, always keeping hands and tongues on various parts of her anatomy. And we did not stop until she had cum four times. On the first and last orgasms, she shrieked like a banshee; I wouldn’t have been surprised if she were audible from the street. We left Heather semi-comatose on the table and attacked each other. While standing up, our mouths swapped tongues while our hands frantically tried to get the other off. Rhee tipped over into orgasm right before I did. We flopped onto the floor in a semi-controlled fashion and held each other while we came down from on high.

Some undetermined amount of time later, my brain got its act back together and I roused from my orgasm-induced stupor. Rhee was starting to stir, but Heather still seemed out of it. At least, she was still lying on the table. I reached out a hand and caressed Rhee’s cheek; she looked at me, then leaned in and kissed me softly.

“Oh, god, I guess I was wrong yesterday. I guess I’ll take Heather up on her offer. Are you disgusted with me?”

I shook my head, though given that it was lying on one of my arms, it may not have been obvious, so I tried again.

“No… dear. If I were disgusted with you, I’d have to be disgusted with me, because I was so turned on, I almost let you eat her out in the doorway. If she’d have cum as loudly there as she did on the table here, the cops would have been called for sure. Despite that, it was still incredibly arousing to watch you… I don’t know… do what you wanted with her, I guess. I feel a little bit weird about it, but it was very obvious that she liked it, and liked it a lot, if her first orgasm is any indication. And, again, I liked it, too.”

I leaned in and kissed her, then continued.

“In fact, I wanted us to do her at the picnic table, no matter that Gracey and Liya were there, when she was sitting there so calmly, those beautiful little breasts just asking to be loved. Had the others not been there, I’m not sure that I wouldn’t have gone for it, right there on the picnic table.”

From above us, we heard, “Oh, god. I wish you had. I didn’t think it could happen, but I so wanted it to.”

With that, Heather sat up and looked down at us on the floor.

“Remember that bit about the soccer pitch with the stands full? With you two, I’d do that. I know we’d all catch hell, but…. What do you two do to me? Ever since the other night, almost all I think about is the three of us having sex. I’ve thought about sex a lot before this, but it was more… inchoate, no specific people were involved. Since the other night, it’s been just you two. Well… you two….”

Rhee interrupted, saying, “And Beth’s dad.”

Heather nodded. “Yeah, and Beth’s dad. Thanks for sharing that story, I would love to have seen that.”

“You’re not the only one in the gang who wants Beth’s dad. The want is unanimous.”

Heather looked at me. “You mean….”

I nodded my head.

Heather climbed down off the table, stretched herself on the floor next to me, and threw an arm over me.

“Thanks. Thanks for trusting me enough to share such a secret. Thanks for introducing me to the gang. And thanks for… ummm… sex far better than I ever dreamed possible.”

Rhee chimed in then with, “Are you really okay with what I did to you, in the doorway and in front of the picture window?

“Oh, god, yes. I was close to coming before you got my pants off me. That was wild and it felt… uhh… exquisitely naughty. I guess I’m an exhibitionist. I wouldn’t have thought that or known it until I started hanging with you. I told you the truth: Except for a few minutes, the only places I’ve been naked in our house are a few times in my room, but mostly in the bathroom. I just didn’t feel safe doing that there. Here… with you two… I feel very safe. Even if I didn’t tremendously enjoy your company, I’d be thankful for hanging with you because I feel safe here. That’s probably the main reason I’ve… umm… opened up with you. I feel nothing bad can happen to me around you two. You’ll keep me safe; protect me.”

Rhee got up on hands and knees and worked herself around us to lie next to Heather who was then between us. I put my right arm on Heather, the hand on her left breast. Rhee gently forced her onto her back from her right side, then stretched herself along Heather’s left side, putting her left arm around her waist.

“We’ll keep you safe, protect you.”

Rhee looked to be in deep thought, looked at me, then looked down at Heather.

“We, umm… Beth and I had a long conversation about you yesterday. We’re very confused… about many things having to do with you. No, no. It’s not bad. I just feel… umm… we feel we need to be honest with you. We really like you. The sex with you has been wonderful. But we don’t understand our reactions to you, and we don’t understand your reactions to us. Specifically, we don’t understand why you’re willing to, essentially, put us in charge of your sex life. No, wait. I want to get all of this out first, please.”

Heather nodded.

“You’ve known us for more than just distant teammates for only a week, yet one bout of sex with us has gotten your promise to do sexually whatever we want, wherever and whenever. I think we’re afraid of such power over anyone. However, in certain situations, we both seem to want, even need, to have sex with you… to love you.

“I think Beth would agree that, though we don’t have a lot of history with sex, much of the best sex that we’ve had has been with you. And we don’t know why that is. Why do we seem to want to double-team you, and drive you to orgasm after orgasm? Despite that we were not getting off, we massively enjoyed driving you to four orgasms in a matter of minutes, two of them ear-shattering. We’d like to know why. However, even without knowing why, I doubt we could stop, even if we wanted to, which we don’t.

So, again. Why do we react to you like this? While I… while we both have strong feelings for you, those feelings are not the same as we feel for each other. At least, I don’t think they are; not right now, anyway. I’m sure that we love you in some fashion, but I hope we don’t love you because you let us dominate you, control you. That just seems… I don’t know… icky, wrong.”

Rhee shook her head violently, then continued.

“No, that’s not quite right, but I don’t know how to make it clear. Anyway, we had a fun time yesterday dreaming up odd things that we’d make you do, like sitting at the table with the extended family here clothed, but you nude.”

Heather emitted a hesitant little squeak at that; I inferred that the mental image excited her. Wow.

“Or having you eat each of us to orgasm while the family plays cards. Things like that. But we both thought it was just a fun mental exercise, that we’d never do anything like that, actually control your sex life. Then, the very next day, I practically rape you in Beth’s doorway. And it wasn’t just me. As you might have heard, Beth said that she nearly didn’t encourage us to come in the house, that she was almost willing to watch you orgasm on my mouth in front of the whole street.

“You just asked ‘What do we do to you’ but we’re asking, ‘What do you do to us?’”

Heather started to reply, but Rhee continued.

“So, we can see that some aspects of this… relationship confuse you, though they excite you. However, can you see that we, too, are confused, possibly more than you are, but that we’re also excited? Very excited. Most of the time I’ve been talking, I’ve been struggling to keep the image of me sitting on your face out of my head.”

“Oh, god. Do it. I’ll eat you. Anyt….”

She came to an abrupt stop when I held up my hand.

“See, that’s just it. You excite us. You excite us as a twosome. We seem to have identical feelings when it comes to you and sex with you. That confuses us because there are quite a few things about which we don’t share even similar thoughts, much less identical ones. Our… umm… I guess, love affair has been sexual for less than two months and we’re still figuring out how this sexual aspect works. Fortunately, we share many similar and many identical thoughts and feelings about this aspect of our relationship, including that we’d like a male involved in there somewhere, though the parameters of ‘somewhere’ elude us. Our pipe dream has my dad as that male, but we don’t see a way that that will happen, but we’ve discussed it on multiple occasions and it’s a very firm feeling for both of us that there will be a male in our future, in our future together.”

“So, are our feelings on that subject misguided? Are you that third person? My feelings have the impression of a cock, and so far, I haven’t noticed one on you.”

I grinned at her, a grin she returned; then I continued.

“To finish, we started today with fair certainty that, after our discussion yesterday, we would never… umm… use you for sex, though that’s not quite right. No, it’s that we would never have you do something just because we could have you do it. Yeah, that’s it. We don’t want to do something to you or have you do something just for the feeling of control over you. I think that that’s the part to which Rhee and I object.”

I looked up at Rhee who was nodding emphatically.

“Okay,” I continued, “I think we’ve just solved one of our mysteries. We’re adamantly opposed to doing anything with you for the control zing, as we don’t want to use you for something as base as control. We are willing to do things with you or have you do things because we know you want them and will enjoy them. Yes, that helps a lot.”

Heather opened her mouth, but I held up my hand.

“Just one more thing. Honest. As we now know, this relationship the three of us have has some bases in exhibitionism and voyeurism and those aspects are powerful; witness the incredible orgasms that you’ve had and that both of us have been pushing the envelope on social acceptability. If we’re going to continue this odd and wonderful relationship, you need to help us keep things under control from a public point of view. The picture window was fine. The table was fine. The doorway was pushing it at the beginning but went over the line shortly thereafter. I’m not blaming you or Rhee or me, because these feelings are powerful and we just haven’t learned how to deal with them, yet. But we do need to learn how.”

“Yeah,” said Heather, sounding like the wind had come somewhat out of her sails. “We do not want to be caught doing stuff. I’ll try very hard to think first, but I’ve discovered a pretty strong exhibitionistic streak in my psyche, and the public sex thing is incredibly exciting. I would probably have let you strip me naked on the picnic table today and make me scream. Even now, that image gets me going. But I know, now, and I’m pretty good at subsuming my desires. I’ll help us not get caught.”

“In that case,” I said, “here you go.”

I then got on my knees and parked my pussy on her mouth. She responded immediately, grabbing my ass cheeks and pulling me into her tongue, which proceeded to lick my lips and clit. Not long after I started enjoying Heather’s tongue, I felt her knees on my back, so looked behind me. Rhee was there, holding her legs open and bent against my back and eating Heather with gusto.

An idea popped into my mind, so I stopped Heather, stood up, turned around, and then knelt back over Heather’s face. She did not miss a beat, returning to tonguing and sucking on my pussy. Meanwhile, Rhee and I were trying to figure out how to share Heather’s pussy among us, eventually settling on one of us using her mouth, and the other her fingers, though we traded those actions back and forth.

We drove Heather to another couple of orgasms and then I came. At that, Rhee and I switched places, and Rhee and Heather each came once. Heather wasn’t nearly as loud for these orgasms as she was on the table, and she wasn’t as out of it at the third one.

Shortly after we’d returned to cuddling on the floor, Heather said, “See, that’s what I mean. That was really fun. If you guys want sex with me, just start. I doubt I’d refuse… that I’d want to refuse you anytime. I understand that that may change with time, but you two have my motor running nearly constantly. So just start stripping me or sit on my face or caress my breasts… or… whatever. I love it. I want it. Constantly.”

Rhee looked up at me with a speaking glance. I nodded. We attacked her breasts, slurping her nipples into our mouths. Rhee’s left hand met my right hand at Heather’s pussy, one of us playing with her clit, the other pushing two fingers in and out of her. Heather started moaning and groaning. I took my mouth off her right breast and began Frenching her, all the while keeping up my finger’s motions on her clit.

While it seemed like only seconds, it probably took at least two minutes for Heather to climb the Stairway. Before she had completely come down from her trip to Heaven, Rhee had lifted her legs, bent them at the knee, spread them, and plastered her mouth to Heather’s crotch. I snuck my hand under Rhee and started pushing my right index finger into Heather’s asshole. Heather went crazy. With Rhee going to town on her clit and fucking two fingers into her vagina, fingers that I could occasionally feel through her asshole, Heather screamed out another orgasm a couple of minutes later.

We let her come down from that one, as she was nearly comatose. Again, we stretched out beside her. I started stroking her forehead and hair softly and kissing her right cheek. Rhee followed my lead, stroking her chest and kissing her lips and left cheek and ear. After some minutes, Heather began rousing.

“Unhh. Oh, god. Uhh. It j… just k-keeps on getting better. I love what you do to me. That was perfect. Just… just do it. Just start making love to me. Anytime. Anytime. I want you. I love you.”

“Is that just the orgasm talking,” asked Rhee, “or do you truly love us?”

“I real…. I know with my near-complete lack of friends before this that I’m susceptible to thinking I’m in love when I’m just reveling in having friends. I’ve read that sex can also confuse people into thinking they’re in love. I’ve thought about it, trying to convince myself that my feelings were just pleasure, more pleasure than I’ve ever had. I’ve decided that I don’t know how I was supposed to know the difference, as I’ve never been in love before, and I don’t know that I’ve even loved before. I don’t love my mother, though I respect her somewhat. So, I don’t know if I’m in love, but I do believe that I love you two, but whether as friends or something more, I just don’t know.”

“Okay, we can accept that. I think we can say that we love you. We definitely like you in our lives… life? We like hanging with you, we love the sex with you, and we love making you cum. You’re so easy.”

Rhee and I both snickered at that.

“To finish, today has helped us understand our dilemma concerning you a bit better. We definitely, and I mean definitely, want you involved in our sex life, as well as being a friend. I think you can plan on sex anytime you’re here with both of us but with none of the rest of the gang here. You say we’ve rocked your world. You’ve rocked ours. We don’t know how this works in the long term, but in the short term, we really want you. Do you think you could stay over three or four times a week? I ask because Thursday and today were simply incredible.”

I was watching Heather’s face while Rhee was talking and right at the end, her eyes began leaking.

“God,” she got out between sniffles, “you guys make me so happy, so deliriously happy.”

She sniffled and her eyes leaked for a bit, but she regained control.

“I first started liking you two when you involved me in that strategy session about how to use me at right wing. You opened my eyes to a deeper, more interesting soccer and overwhelmed me with how friendly you were to a… a backup. I was serious then about wanting to be involved in what I considered to be an elite form of soccer, I wanted to be among the cognoscenti in that one small part of my life. Now! Now, I feel like I’m part of something even bigger than a good soccer offense. I’m now part of a beautiful relationship with two exceptional people, two exceptional people who think I’m interesting; that I’m worthwhile; that I’m worthy of love.

“I’ve spent most of my life worrying that there was nothing other than emptiness and the only thing keeping me going was that maybe tomorrow I will see something worth living for. Or the day after that. Possibly the day after that.

“I’ve had more happiness in my life in the short time since Lissa hurt her ankle than all of the rest of my life put together. I’ll stay over as often as I can, though I doubt I could regularly do four days a week; even three days a week would be sketchy in many weeks.

“As much as I want you guys to sex me up again, and I want it a lot - a great big lot, it’s getting late, and I need to get back to my house.” Heather paused, then said, “Huh. While that house has never really felt like home, I’ve always called it home. Well, in the short time we’ve lived there. But now, this place, this feels like home. Home is where your heart is, right?”

We both wrapped her up.

Rhee and I walked Heather home. I walked Rhee home, said a quick “hi” to Carol, and came on home.

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July 8, 2017 (Saturday still)

A young-looking girl who seems quite tall for her seemingly young age is sitting across a small living-room suite from two adults.

“Mom, Dad. Next year, I would like to try out for the 12-15-year-old premier team. The premier teams are two steps up in… dedication to soccer from what I’ve been playing. I would very much like to play on a team made up entirely of girls like me, girls who want to learn, want to excel at soccer. While there is a select team, which is one step up, I could join, that team’s… pitch is even farther away than the premier team’s pitch. I believe that I could make the premier team, though I would certainly not start, not next year. However, I know I’d learn a lot on that team, as I’ve grown beyond the sort of team that is… this year’s team. This year… it’s just too easy for me. I’m not learning anything from playing on this team.”

The tall man sitting on the couch does his best to stifle a smile at his daughter’s last three sentences. He is mostly successful, but only mostly. Having been to most of his daughter’s games this spring and summer, despite his volunteer job as coach of a Little League boy’s baseball team, he knows those three sentences to be not only true but an understatement. An understatement of… not epic proportions, but certainly quite large. The man looks at his wife next to him, then back at his daughter.

“I assume you have information on that team… a website, a brochure, something.”

“Yes, Dad. I can send the team’s and the league’s website addresses to you and Mom. I know I could learn a lot because the Elkton premier team is among the league’s leaders and both the goals leader and assists leader of the league are on the team. It has a very strong offense, with two other players being in the league’s top ten goal scorers. No other of the league’s teams has even two players in the top ten. The offense’s leaders are all 14-year-olds, so they will be there next year, but will be graduating to the next level after next year.”

“You’re saying that, if you were on the team, you could learn a lot next year and in the subsequent year, when there are so many openings on the offense, you could be a starter and get even more game time and learn more. Is that right?”

“Yes, Dad.”

“That seems tailor-made for you, almost too good to be true.”

Someone who did not know the young girl as well as her father would see nothing of import in the slight reaction to the man’s words: the intake of breath, the raising of shoulders, the narrowing of her eyes. Her father, however, knew his daughter well. That narrowing of her eyes was one of her tells. It resulted in a laser-like focus in preparation for an emphatic rebuttal of the words that caused that reaction. His daughter had taken immediate umbrage to his words, but before she released her knee-jerk outraged reaction, her quick, very quick, mind, had analyzed those words more closely and realized that her father was not baiting her. Again, he felt like grinning about his wonderful daughter, but he completely held that one in check. It would not do to push her any further.

“We’ll consider it, once we see the details on the websites. I might also ask around.”

“Thank you, Dad, Mom. I have just one more related request. Could we go to one of their games soon? I’d like you to see the difference in level of play so you can judge for yourselves whether I might be a good fit for the team.”

The man looked, again, at his wife, then back at his daughter.

“That, I can promise. I’d be very interested in seeing how girls' soccer is supposed to be played, at least by those skilled enough to play it well.”

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July 9, 2017 (Sunday)

The father and daughter were sitting at the dinner table, the mother was serving.

“I looked at those websites today. You seem to have either missed an important aspect or neglected to tell us of it.”

The tall, young girl’s face expressed surprise, then concern.

“What did I miss? I did not purposefully leave anything important out.”

“The premier team is much more expensive than your current team.”

The girl hung her head, then looked up at her father and her mother as she sat at the table.

“I’m sorry, Mom, Dad. I didn’t look into that. I thought it must be at least a little more expensive since they travel farther and have a longer season.” Her head dipped again, possibly to attempt to hide the single tear running down her left cheek. “I will look more into the select team.”

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The woman and man are talking in bed; the woman seems animated.

“We can afford it, although it would leave us with less safety net. However, she rarely asks for anything and it just about broke my heart to see the shattered look on her face.”

Chapter 22

July 10, 2017 (Monday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

After the fun and excitement on Saturday, the rest of my weekend was pretty tame, though pleasant. I spent a fair bit of time on Sunday thinking about the offense and watching videos of the US women’s national team. Man, they’re good! I picked up a couple of ideas from that exercise that we might use.

Today’s practice was interesting, as we tried out the four-person front line, with Padme and me splitting time on one of the two center positions; Rhee had the other. We played against the starting fullbacks and midfielders and had two backup midfielders as support for the starting offense. It did not feel radically different from our three-person-plus-sweeper offense. However, I am used to providing for the offense, not being a large part of the offense.

The practice also showed two things regarding Heather. The first was that her confidence was much greater than it was even a week ago. She was great out there, with a couple of bang-on crosses. She also got to show her speed a couple of times, getting the ball about halfway into the defensive side, kicking it past the fullback, and beating her to the ball. The second thing it showed was that it would be nearly impossible to keep her out of the starting lineup; Lissa will have to change positions if she wants to play much.

Here in my room after supper, I find myself greatly missing Rhee. And Heather. Last week, I wouldn’t have guessed that could happen. I guess I must be horny. I can wait, though, as I’ll be staying with Rhee tomorrow night. That means that, in addition to having sex tomorrow, I might not get tomorrow’s events written tomorrow.

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July 10, 2017 (Monday still)

Early-morning light filters through a kitchen window, highlighting a tall, young girl seated at a table eating cereal. She looks like she might have only just woken up… or is somewhat unhappy; perhaps both.

“We are still considering your trying out for the premier team. It’s quite expensive, but, as your mother pointed out last night, you only very rarely ask for anything. I’m going to look into some options. I’m not saying you can do it. I’m saying that it’s still a possibility. I hate seeing you so unhappy.”

An expression of glee flashed across the young girl’s face at the man’s second sentence, to be replaced with what might look a bit like trepidation in response to the fourth sentence.

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The man and girl are, again, seated at the kitchen table. No sunlight shines through the window, though it is still very bright outside that window.

“I have no new information, yet, but how would you like to go to Taylor Cascade Park tomorrow afternoon?”

A spark of, if not happiness, less unhappiness, visited the girl’s eyes.

“I’d like that. Thanks, Dad.”

“I was thinking we could hit the park on the way home from Springfield.”

The young girl, who tried to act so grown-up, virtually levitated into her father’s lap.

“We’re going to the game?”

“If you want. I’m still interested in you being happier on a team and I’d like to see this team.”

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July 11, 2017 (Tuesday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

Our second game in three weeks against Springfield, a middle-of-the-pack team, was, other than a better-than-expected defensive effort on Springfield’s part, unsurprising. We won 8-0, with each of five players getting goals (Rhee, Heather, and I got two each; Rathi and Kanda got the others). Kanda got the game ball for a combination of her efforts at left half after Emma went off with a jammed finger and her goal and an assist for one of my goals.

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July 11, 2017 (Tuesday still)

The father and daughter were in the stands, what there was of them, in a town a 1.5-hour drive from their home. They were behind the bench of the visiting team; the two girls' soccer teams were preparing for the game’s kickoff.

“See the black-haired girl in the braid that’s standing next to the ball. That’s Rhee Devlin, the league’s goals leader. The girl next to her is Beth Williams, the league’s assists leader. Rhee is the center forward and is the best striker in the league. Beth plays a position that most teams don’t have. She’s an offensive sweeper, basically the… quarterback of the offense. That means that Elkton plays a 3-3-1-3. Elkton’s main rival, Grass Valley, plays the same scheme for the same reasons, a very talented center forward and a good quarterback supporting her. The rest of the league’s teams play either a 4-3-3 or a 3-4-3, as this older level tends to be more concerned with defense or, at least, controlling the midfield. Probably because both Elkton’s and Grass Valley’s center forwards are so dominating, both teams built the teams around them, though Beth is a much better sweeper than is Grass Valley’s.”

“How do you know so much about the team?”

The girl ducked her head a bit, perhaps in embarrassment, but the referee blew her whistle right then. The girl looked up quickly to watch the kickoff. Though the team that kicked off moved the ball upfield smartly, the other team’s defense intercepted a pass and sent play back the other way. For the next six minutes or so, though both teams controlled the ball at times, the ball only rarely crossed the centerline into the visiting team’s half. The father could easily see the difference in play between his daughter’s team and these two teams. The visiting team they were here to watch seemed particularly adept. That team’s players seemed to make very few blatant mistakes. Not being well versed in aspects of soccer other than the most obvious and a few less-obvious than that, he did not feel he could be sure about less-than-blatant mistakes, but this visiting team did not seem to make many of those, either. He did understand, however, that with the ball in the home team’s side of the field for much of the time, it seemed inevitable that the visiting team would find a way to put the ball in the home team’s goal.

A bit less than ten minutes in, the visiting team’s left halfback leaped up to try to head the ball. One of the other team’s players was right next to her and they collided, both falling to the ground, the ball going past them untouched. When both players stayed on the field, the referee blew her whistle and both coaches rushed out to their injured players. The home team’s player stayed in the game, the visiting team’s did not. A stocky black girl came onto the field to replace her.

The tall, young girl and her father did not have to wait long after the midfield collision for the visiting team to do something exciting. Only three minutes later, the visiting team’s center half intercepted a pass, broke past a defender, and then she, the right halfback, the Beth girl, the Rhee girl, and the team’s right wing passed among themselves and around and between the various defending team’s personnel like it was just a team drill, but inexorably moving toward the other team’s goal. After at least 20 passes, that long, lanky Beth suddenly passed the ball on the ground behind that long-haired Rhee. At first, the father thought she had made a bad pass. However, that pass also went between two defenders, just out of the reach of one of them, to that stocky black girl who had suddenly come running up into that big box, the penalty box, from somewhere. The defending team apparently never saw her, as she was unmarked. With her left foot, she booted the rolling ball into the low left corner of the goal.

“Did you see that?! Did you see that?!” The young girl was practically screaming. “That’s why Beth is the best offensive quarterback in the league. She’s got eyes in the back of her head!”

The young girl bouncing on her feet next to her father was a girl he had only very rarely seen, and virtually never once she had reached 10 years of age. His daughter was beside herself with excitement. This daughter, who was usually so reserved. This daughter, who did not react remotely this excited for her own goals. This daughter was…. The father could not think of a suitable adjective.

That father had been wrestling with a decision, a difficult decision, thinking hard about it. The decision pitted the happiness of his daughter against the financial well-being of his family. Suddenly, that decision was made. He found that he was not particularly surprised on which side of the decision he had come down. He was happy that his daughter was excited about something.

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July 12, 2017 (Wednesday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

I am sitting in my room after this morning’s practice pondering life, particularly how it can change so suddenly, so completely, and so surprisingly. Two weeks ago, Heather Wilkerson was just a teammate I did not know at all well. Two months ago, Rhee and I were best friends, but we were just that, best friends. Not lovers. Two months ago, I had not seen Carol naked. Two months ago, I had not had sex with anyone but myself.

I began this diary as a direct result of Mom’s infidelity and a couple of hopes, faint hopes, that I could alter house policy to the point where I could be naked at home and regularly get to see Dad naked, hopefully with an erection. The results, both direct and indirect, of that decision to blackmail Mom to achieve those two faint hopes, have been nothing short of spectacular. My life has changed extraordinarily. The result I find most surprising is how full of sex these diary pages are. I have gone from having solo sex two to four times a week to having frequent sex with one, sometimes two, partners. I have gone from having seen Dad’s penis once - and very poorly at that - to seeing it nearly every day. I get to see it flaccid, and I get to see it in all its purple-headed majesty and every state between. I have even gotten to see it moving in and out of a vagina.

Thus, I am writing here very little about last night’s sex with Rhee, because that session now seems so tame, so… commonplace that it does not get the banner headlines and play-by-play details that it would have gotten even a month ago. Hell, even two weeks ago. The final oddity about that is that it was… simply… wonderful. It was not an obligatory get-in-get-out sex act. It involved kissing, making out, digital and lingual penetration of vaginas, and multiple orgasms for each of us. Above all, it involved two lovers sharing a night in the best fashion I can imagine, the love and caring being my foremost memory of the night.

It does not help in the presentation of events such as our long, complex, and involved sharing of ourselves last night that this diary is already over 100,000 words, that when I read back over those words, I seem to be running out of different ways to describe particular things, particular acts, despite those things and acts feeling and being different from similar predecessors. It does not help that I have just a few hours of writing solitude between my return home from practice and the arrival of Rhee and Heather for dinner and a mini sleepover.

I have been pondering sharing this diary with Rhee, but that pondering gets my gastrointestinal Lepidoptera fluttering. I see quite a bit of myself in these words, which makes sharing them a bit scary - no, a lot scary, but I want to be open with Rhee. Is sharing this diary with her the right thing to do? It would let Mom’s infidelity out of the bag, at least a little bit. I know Rhee would not spread it around, and I suspect she will not change her opinion of Mom, but I do not absolutely know that. I will continue pondering on that topic.

Tomorrow’s game is away against Sedgwick early in the morning. That means another early-morning departure, which is the reason behind the mini-sleepover. We beat that team handily in our last meeting. The sea change in our offense combined with the seasoning of our defense and various backups suggest to me that we are looking at another blowout. And blowouts are now something of a bittersweet thing for me. We win and I get assists, but I get much less playing time.

It’s time to go help with dinner. I hope to have time to write tomorrow about what I expect to be another incredible sex session with my love and our lover.

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Rhee arrived a bit after 4:30, at which point Mom had been home for a few minutes. We went upstairs to put Rhee’s bag in my room and say more personal greetings, which involved quite a few minutes of kissing.

“I know I’m repeating myself, but last night was wonderful,” said Rhee in an interlude between bouts of kissing.

“Yes, it was. Umm, you didn’t miss Heather last night?”

She started to answer immediately but pulled back and scrunched her face into her serious-thinking mien.

“No, I didn’t,” she said when she’d come to the end of her cogitation. “It’s certainly incredibly exciting when we have sex with her, but last night was for us and I thought about her very little then. As I said, last night was for us and it was more… hmm, yes, more fulfilling. More variable, more cerebral, more fulfilling.”

She paused a few seconds, then looked me in the eyes and grinned hugely, “Not that I’m not looking forward to tonight’s pure sex extravaganza!”

The grin drifted off her face, replaced by a thoughtful look.

“I still don’t understand why it is you and I get so incredibly revved to sex her up. What button is her presence pushing that you and I seem to share completely? The thing is, I’m confident I know most of the reasons I’m so attracted to you, but I’m at a loss to figure out our thing with her. Yes, she’s funny, fun, incredibly smart, quite cute, and has lovely breasts and a very cute ass, but there must be hundreds of girls with similar features in this city - and I know you and I have met at least a few such. But I’ve never gotten even a twitch of the itch I get from Heather from any of those other girls. “I’ve also never gotten anything like that itch from any male other than Charlie. I think you haven’t, either, except, possibly, with Brett,” and she cocked her eyebrow at me.

I shook my head and replied, “I’ve gotten a pretty strong twitch from Brett, but nothing like the pussy itch I occasionally get from Dad. And, by the way, I get that itch from Dad nearly every time I see him now. I used to get it only sporadically. Now, most times I see him, my mind goes back to our table or your couch.”

A stray thought entered my mind, and I snorted.

Rhee raised that eyebrow at me again, so I answered, “Just a passing thought, but what I see in my mind’s eye when my pussy is flooding because Dad’s in sight is Dad’s cock banging in and out of Mom’s pussy either parallel to the floor at my house or perpendicular to it at yours.”

Rhee chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s mostly what I see, too. I’ve been wondering recently if our whole family will ever do Truth or Dare again. God, that was… exhilarating.”

“I doubt it. But, if it does happen again, I think we can expect it to get more sexual, more quickly.”

Rhee nodded emphatically.

I asked, “Would you be okay with that?”

“Oh, god, yes. I must be a voyeur because I’ve never masturbated in a room with anyone but me in it. That crap online has absolutely nothing on Charlie and Sandy fucking on the couch next to my mom and in front of us. I would pay to see that again. Oh, I’m more than willing to spy on them if they give us another opportunity - and that is incredibly hot in its own right, but them doing it right in front of us, knowing - well, I’m not too sure their brains were working then, but knowing that we were only feet away from them and watching was way, way better than anything else like that I’ve ever seen.”

“Agreed and agreed and agreed. I’d really like T or D to happen again, but I’m very hesitant to suggest it. In fact, I’m positive I shouldn’t, nor should you. It will have to be Carol or Mom… uh… Sandy, and I think it’s most likely to happen if Carol suggests it. Dad will object, but if Carol proposes it, I think Dad won’t object too strenuously and that it very well could happen.”

“Yeah, and I shouldn’t mention it to M… Carol, either. We’ll just have to be cool and hope.”

“Agreed. However, I think if it does happen even one more time, T or D could be of somewhat regular occurrence at family get-togethers.”

“Oh, wouldn’t that be wonderful! And, taking your thought a little further, if it does become a regular feature, it will become entirely, or virtually so, about sex. If it does become a regular feature, we might get to love your dad.”

I nodded. “I can see that. Oh, god, I’m almost hyperventilating just imagining that outcome.”

Another one of those stray thoughts flashed into my forebrain and I must have startled, because Rhee said, “What? What did you just think?”

“Well, if A and B results in C, then sex in our family, which would include Charlie with all four females - and, god, but I’m getting wet, then why not put the two parts of our family together under one roof? That way, Charlie has constant access to all four of us and all four of us have constant access to Charlie.”

“Oh, my fucking god. That’s it! That gets us what we want.” Rhee then shook herself violently and added, “Nirvana. Yes, Nirvana. But likely, or even possible? I think not. But, oh, how wonderful if it were to come about that way.”

Then Rhee’s eyes bugged out. She’d had an interesting thought.

“Give,” I said.

“Oh. My. God. Okay. Imagine that scenario: Charlie, Sandy, Carol, and the two of us living together, and any of us being able to have sex with any other of us. You’ve got it. Right? Now… [she inserted a long pause for effect] … add Heather.”

“WHOA! FUCK!”

I shook my head violently. OH. MY. GOD. I do not know what would happen in that scenario, but whatever happened, I am sure it would be through the roof.

“Holy hell,” I said, then laughed. “I think that, maybe, just maybe, Heather might actually get completely satisfied. She’d certainly be everyone’s sex doll. Huh. How many orgasms can a girl have in one day? Where’s the exhaustion point?”

“Yeah, that all ran through my head, too. You know, we can’t allow even a whiff of that possibility, no matter how remote it is, to get out to her. I don’t know what she’d do.”

“Well, I’m not going to tell her about our first T or D session, at least, not given the current situation, and I’m certainly not going to tell her our extrapolation of our first T or D session”

Right then, the doorbell rang, and we both bolted down the stairs to, if our assumptions were correct, let Heather in. We just beat Dad to the door; Rhee opened it. We were both bamboozled for a second because with Heather was a woman, presumably her mother. I remembered my manners and invited them in. Heather let her (presumed) mother enter first. I could see from where Heather’s color and shape came, though the woman was not as attractive as Heather.

Mom arrived just then, saying, “Come in, come in. Welcome.”

Then Heather took over, introducing her mother, Constance, to everyone and everyone to her mother. That social task completed, Heather figuratively and literally stepped back.

Constance said, “I’ve been hearing so much about you folks that I felt it my duty to meet you all. I thank you for putting up with an extra girl around and for offering Heather rides to away games; that greatly simplifies my life, and I’m grateful. I just hope she hasn’t been a problem at all.”

I was a bit surprised that Dad was the one to respond, as this is usually Mom’s bailiwick.

“Not at all. Heather is a lovely, bright girl with a great sense of humor. We’ve greatly enjoyed what little time she’s spent here and is welcome here anytime.”

I glanced at Heather and saw her blank, jaws-clamped expression that indicates she is holding something behind her teeth and that her eyes were slightly moist. Poor Heather.

“I appreciate that,” responded Constance. “My work situation does not permit as much latitude as, perhaps, we’d both like, so it’s been difficult at times to get her to soccer, something she seems to like quite a bit.”

As I expected, Mom jumped in at that point, presenting the gracious façade of which she is so capable.

“No problem at all. We both work, sometimes long hours, so we understand the limitations our jobs have occasionally imposed on Beth, through no fault of hers. Now that she’s older and our jobs have more latitude than they did when she was little, we get to enjoy her friends. And they are a joy, and Heather fits right in. As Charlie said, she’s welcome here at any time.

“I wanted to take this opportunity to say that if you find yourself in need of someone to keep an eye on her, feel free to send her here. I know very little about your family, and having raised one child, I can’t imagine what you must go through with three, with only one parent - yes?”

Mom cocked her head at Constance, who nodded, so Mom continued.

“One parent to ride herd on them. We’re serious. If you have the need, feel free to send her here. We have a spare bedroom to which she is welcome. We’ll have her anytime.”

Constance looked at Mom for a long moment, then said, “Thank you for the offer. While I… we… don’t have need very often, I’ll keep you in mind. I hate to be rude, but I need to get back to work. Thank you for having her tonight and for driving her to the game.”

She then reached out and shook Mom’s hand and turned on her heel to say, “Be good and mind Beth’s parents. I’ll see you tomorrow night,” in passing.

Without another word, without a goodbye kiss or touch for Heather, Constance strode toward the front door. Fortunately, Rhee was prepared and smoothly opened the door for her.

“Good night, Ms. Wilkerson, It was good to meet you,” she said.

I had been watching Heather and as soon as Rhee closed the door, I wrapped Heather in a hug, where she began crying, but quietly said, “Damn it. I didn’t want to cry.”

Before I could respond, Mom said, “Don’t worry about it, Heather. We thoroughly mean what we said: You‘re a lovely girl and are welcome here anytime. So what if you get a shirt sleeve or two moist.”

Heather let out a burbling laugh at that. I know Mom planned those words and they worked the magic she expected: Heather’s mind was taken slightly off her problems and stopped crying. When Heather sniffed and stepped back, Dad had a hanky ready. Heather just shook her head and almost started crying, again.

“You guys. You’re just so wonderful. Thanks.”

Heather strode off to the downstairs bathroom to blow her nose and repair her face.

Mom quietly said, “How can anyone treat such a lovely girl like that? I don’t know any of the backstory, but still….” She breathed deeply, then added, “Okay, viper fangs retracted. I’ll be good.”

Dad then cut in with, “I think dinner out is in order. Where do we want to go?”

We came up with the usual options but did not know many of Heather’s likes and dislikes, so waited for her return.

As she walked up to us, I said, “We’re going out for dinner, and can’t decide where to go. Is there anything, any cuisine you don’t like? I know. Dad would take me to task for assuming you’d had wide experience in different cuisines, so I apologize if I made you feel uncomfortable. Let me start again. Have you had Indian?”

“No-ooo.”

“Do you like rice? Bread? Spicy stuff? Chicken?”

“Yes. Yes. Somewhat. Yes.”

I snickered at her responses and added, “Okay, I think you need to try Indian. It’s wonderful… and quite varied. Since we often do this anyway at the Indian place we visit, we can just get a bunch of different entrees, and you can try any or all of them to see what you like. How’s that?”

“Okay,” she said, brightly.

“Can we leave in ten minutes,” asked Dad.

“I think so. Rhee and I will just take Heather upstairs to drop her stuff off, I’ll change my shirt, and we’ll be right down.”

I then grinned at Heather, who laughed.

As we headed up the stairs, I pulled my shirt off, dropped it into the hamper in my closet, and pulled on another shirt. Heather had put her bag on the floor of the closet when Rhee surprised me.

“I think we need to fix Heather’s shirt. Off with it, girl.”

Heather started the process, but then asked, “What’s wrong with it?”

“I’m not quite sure, but something looks not quite right.”

Heather removed the offending article and handed it to Rhee.

“Hmm,” said Rhee. “Oh, yeah. Take off the bra, would you? The problem might be there.”

Heather quickly extracted herself from her bra and handed that to Rhee, who made a show of looking askance at the torture device. I knew she was up to something but had no clue what. Then she bent over and sucked Heather’s left nipple into her mouth. Heather, taken aback at first, tilted her head back with her eyes closed and exhaled with an “ahh.” Before I could say anything, Rhee changed nipples, sucking it for a few seconds, then stood up.

“What are you waiting for, girl? Get your shirt on. Let’s go. I’m hungry,” and gave Heather her most devilish grin.

Heather’s response was precious: “Once more each, please.”

Rhee chuckled but bent to her onerous task. Once Rhee… and Heather’s nipples… were erect again, Heather donned her shirt.

“Yup. See? I knew something wasn’t right with that shirt.”

“I suppose I can’t go topless. Right?”

“No, I guess not,” replied Rhee. “But I can imagine far, far worse things than having to look at those beautiful little titties over dinner.”

[Repeat after me: “Heather blushed.”]

“In fact, I think korma would go very well with them,” she continued.

“Korma?”

“It’s one of the sauces in Indian food. Rhee usually gets korma if we don’t do the plate-sharing thing and I get it about half the time. It’s quite yummy, just like your breasts.”

[Repeat after…. Ah, you have it.]

Dinner was most enjoyable. Heather liked nearly everything. The vindaloo was too spicy for her, as she was not used to spicy foods, but she said it had tasted good before the fire hit. I did get her face blazing red when I passed her a particular plate.

“This is the korma. It’s quite good with a variety of meats, but it’s particularly good on chicken breast.”

Rhee snorted, trying to keep from laughing.

“What are you up to young lady?”

“Just an inside joke, Dad.”

He did not say anything else, but he did give me the hairy eyeball. I smiled primly at him and returned to explaining the dishes to Heather.

In the car on the way home, Heather waxed poetic about the meal. When Dad asked what her favorite was, she was a little hesitant but said that it was the korma. I could almost feel her blushing. As I began considering a little prank, Rhee beat me to it. She leaned forward, ostensibly so that she could avoid talking to my parents’ backs.

“Yeah, the korma is my favorite, too.”

I am sure Dad and Mom thought that comment innocuous. However, I know differently, as that forward lean also covered Rhee’s massaging of Heather’s left breast… her hand inside the shirt. I heard a very quiet moan escape Heather’s lips and wondered what she was thinking.

At home, the five of us sat around the kitchen table chatting and having a nightcap of Irish cream, though we girls had just a bit mixed in the usual chocolate milk. As the conversation dropped off, I stood.

“We’ve got to get up early, so I’m heading to bed.” I walked over to Dad, hugged him in his chair, and said, “Thanks for dinner, Dad. It was delish.”

“G’night, Cupcake. Don’t stay up giggling or horsing around or whatever girls do at your age.”

I rolled my eyes at him, then stepped over and hugged Mom good night.

Rhee copied what I did, including saying, “Thanks for dinner, Dad.”

Heather walked to Dad and started to say the same thing but hesitated.

“Thanks for… uh…. I’m uncomfortable using your first name. May I do like Rhee and call you ‘Dad?”

Dad looked up at Heather for a long moment, then stood.

“I’d be honored.”

“Thanks for dinner, Dad,” accompanied her hug, after which Mom also stood for Heather’s hug.

Once we got to my room, all arriving topless, as per usual, Heather turned to Rhee.

“Man, I didn’t know what to do when you were playing with my tit in the car.”

Rhee looked concerned and asked, “Didn’t you like it?”

“It wasn’t that at all. Once you started playing with me, all I could think about was you stripping me naked and doing me there in the back seat.”

Rhee’s response was to complete Heather’s stripping, throw her on the bed, lie on top of her, and kiss her thoroughly, hands roaming everywhere. I helped by pulling Rhee’s pants and panties off - she lifted her pelvis so I could manage it, though I left her socks on her feet. I do not know why, it just looked cool.

I then spread both sets of legs and nestled down between them to try to lick their pussies. That was not easy, as the two were oriented slightly differently and they were both moving their legs. It did not help that their kiss got quite energetic. I gave it up for a bad deal. Instead, I crawled up the bed to Heather’s right side and pushed Rhee a bit, causing her to look up.

“Would you mind sharing?”

She shook her head and slid off Heather.

“No, don’t go so far.”

To provide an example, I put my right leg on Heather’s right leg and part of my torso on hers. Then I leaned in and attacked her mouth, while my right hand played with her right tit.

“Oh, yeah,” said Rhee, as she mirrored me.

Heather let out an “Oh, fuck,” and put her hands on the backs of our heads.

She then released the tension on mine and pulled Rhee’s head to her; Rhee kissed her aggressively, and I could see her fondling Heather’s left breast. I then ran my hand down Heather’s torso and rubbed her belly for a bit. Heather then traded our respective heads, and I kissed her, while Rhee skootched down and began mouthing her breast. While kissing Heather, I ran my hand down to her crotch and rubbed her lips.

Heather moaned loudly when I applied suction to her tongue in my mouth. I then abandoned her mouth for her right breast and inserted two fingers into her pussy and sawed them in and out, trying to work her G spot. At that, Heather started winding up. I increased my actions in her pussy and nipped her nipple with my teeth. As Rhee and I were almost facing each other while sucking on Heather’s breasts, we were watching each other’s techniques on Heather’s breasts. When Heather let out a grunt-moan when I nipped her, Rhee followed suit. I could also feel Rhee’s left hand at Heather’s pussy and the motion I felt suggested that Rhee was rubbing Heather’s clit.

I caught Rhee’s attention more fully and made a show of nipping the nipple in my mouth. Rhee copied my action. Since Heather seemed to like that - her sounds peaked at each nip, we took turns doing that to her, all while I was fucking her pussy with two fingers and Rhee was going to town on her clit. When Heather started getting quite loud, Rhee moved up and covered Heather’s mouth with hers. Shortly thereafter, Heather tipped over into orgasm.

I eased up on Heather and let her come down from the heights. As her quieted squeals became just gentle grunt-moans, Rhee lay back down and began running her hands up and down Heather’s body; I copied Rhee. After many minutes, Heather got out a garbled sentence. She must have realized that we hadn’t understood, as she repeated herself more clearly.

“It keeps getting better. How is that possible?”

I asked, “That was better than your two loud ones the other day?”

“Y-yeah. Oh, god. I’ve run out of superlatives.”

Rhee and I were still caressing Heather, and I leaned in, captured Rhee’s attention, and kissed her. I started moving my head a bit farther up the bed in hopes that Rhee would follow; she did, all while keeping the kiss going. I wanted our kiss to be right in front of Heather’s face, all while we continued the light body rubbing. But my pussy was on fire, and I really wanted someone to do me. I am positive I did not vocalize that want, so either Heather can read minds, or we thought alike.

“You two are always double-teaming me. I want to be part of the double team. Who’s first?”

Rhee and I called out each other’s names.

“Okay, then. Since we’re in Beth’s house, Beth goes first. Trade places with me, Beth.”

I did and received the attention of two mouths and two, sometimes three, hands.

OH.

MY.

FUCKING.

GOD!

I think it took them less than two minutes to turn me into a gibbering, moaning wreck, and they did not stop making me cum for another two or three minutes. Whether it was many little orgasms in quick succession or one long, incredible orgasm, I know not. I do know, however, that it was ungodly incredible. When I finally came down and was able to construct short sentences in my head, I forced myself to sit up. While I wanted just to lie there and enjoy a longer cool-down, I also wanted to do Rhee.

“Which end do you want, Heather? Mouth and tits or pussy?”

“I’ll go low, you go high.”

I was happy with that decision, as I wanted to be able to look at Rhee’s face while we ganged up on her.

I started by leaning in and kissing Rhee lightly on her lips, eyes, cheeks, nose, and neck, then came back to her mouth and increased the vigor with which I kissed her. Her tongue joined mine in my mouth, and I sucked on it like it was a mini cock. With Heather’s head down between Rhee’s legs, by getting into a semi-kneeling position, I could use both hands on Rhee’s boobs. Then, I got another idea, so straddled her waist staying on my knees, and put some of my weight on her. I could still play with her breasts and kiss her mouth and other parts of her face, but we had more skin-to-skin contact. I could just feel Heather’s arms with my toes, giving me a connection to both of them.

As Rhee started up the Stairway to Heaven, I put my chest on hers and placed all my torso’s weight on her, but with my hands under me and playing with her nipples, all while kissing her like there was no tomorrow. Rhee’s arms wrapped around me while Heather and I sent her over the top.

During Rhee’s cool-down, I snuck my hands out from under me and, while keeping breast-to-breast contact, supported some of my torso’s weight on one hand while I caressed Rhee’s face, neck, and a shoulder with the other. I was staring at her eyes when they opened.

I quietly said, “I love you.”

Rhee’s arms tightened around me. I could feel Heather moving behind me, so I glanced backward to see which way she was going. I scooted off Rhee to my left and stretched myself along her right side. Heather brought the sheet with her as she mirrored me.

Rhee mumbled something I interpreted as, “Thanks, guys. Spectacular,” and that was the last thing I remember until the alarm went off at 6:30.

Chapter 23

July 13, 2017 (Thursday)

Dear Ms. Diary,

The alarm rang too early. I could have used another hour’s sleep but turned it off and made sure my bedmates were getting up, stating loudly, “Shower time.”

As neither of them looked all that awake, I pulled the sheet down. They just huddled together. So, I had to bring out the big guns. I reached my hands between the respective legs of each and diddled them.

“Arrr. Don’t get me going,” complained Rhee.

As they continued to lie there, I licked the index fingers on each hand, getting them good and wet, then slowly inserted one in each pussy and moved them all around, then extracted them and headed for the shower. I did not wash my hair, so was nearly finished when the two of them showed up.

“I don’t like you anymore. You’re mean.”

“Ah, but you love me because I wash your back. Come on in, frowny girl.”

“Will you wash mine, too,” Heather asked as she came into the room.

“Sure.”

When we tromped downstairs in street clothes, I could smell pancakes, as could Rhee.

“Oh! Is Dad the chef?”

Rhee turned to Heather and explained, “Dad makes the best pancakes!”

As we entered the kitchen, Dad said, “Good morning to the powerhouse soccer trio. Your breakfast awaits.”

A chorus of “Hi, Dad” greeted that announcement, followed immediately by chairs scraping across the floor.

“Please notice,” Dad said, “that both maple and boysenberry syrups are available.”

“Boysenberry syrup?”

Rhee responded, “Yeah, Heather, even if you love maple, you should try the boysenberry.”

Dad had long ago made boysenberry converts out of Rhee and me, but we occasionally had maple.

Less than a minute later, Heather’s response was, “Oooh, that’s good. I don’t know if it beats maple for me, but it’s at least close.”

“You may have both,” replied Dad. “I made a lot of cakes, so don’t be shy.”

As we were finishing up, Mom entered the kitchen with a cheery, “Morning all.”

“Hi, Second Mom.”

“Hi, Mom.”

“Good morning, Sandy.”

Mom offered to clean up and, considering the time and the long drive to Sedgwick, we magnanimously allowed her to do so.

I walked up to Dad, said, “Thanks, Dad,” and kissed him on the cheek. Rhee copied me exactly, which caused Heather a bit of consternation. Though she colored a bit, she matched us.

“Wow, for thanks like that, I’ll cook for you three anytime.”

Behind us, Mom said, “Don’t you be trying to steal my man.”

She followed that by wrapping Dad up and planting a tongue-infused kiss on him. The three of us laughed, then bolted upstairs, changed into our uniforms, put our street clothes in our bags, and met Dad in the garage. The three of us played Roshambo for the front seat, Heather winning.

A bit over two hours later, we arrived at the field, not quite the first ones there. I did not see Coach, so I called out, “Stretch.”

As other teammates arrived, they joined us in the ritual. Ritual, yes, but very important, and they all knew it. As I was finishing up, I saw Coach walking up in her typical lopsided gait.

I asked, “No changes?”

She shook her head, then glanced through the team, stopping when she found who she wanted.

“Please grab Padme. I’ve had an idea, and I want to talk to you two.” When Padme and I were standing in front of her, Coach started, “I’ve got two things for you two, then I’ll talk to the team. Beth will play probably a bit more than half of the first half. You’ll replace her, Padme, playing out the half and then starting the second half. Unless the team falls apart earlier, which I do not expect, I’ll put Beth back in with the backups around the middle of the second half.

“Is that amenable to you two?”

She got two nods in reply.

“The other point is that their fullbacks are all quite good one-on-one, so I expect to see lots of crisp passing… what did you call it, Beth?”

“Ah, Barcelona calls it ‘tiki-taka.’”

“Yeah. I want that. You up for it, Padme?”

“Sure, Coach!”

We loosened up by kicking balls around until Coach called us into a huddle of sorts.

“Sedgwick is an overall good team with a solid back line. I don’t want to see anyone on offense trying to show off by trying to beat them one-on-one. I want to see passing, tiki-taka. At least, I want to see it from the midfielders if they’re on an offensive push and definitely from the offense.

“Back line and midfielders, remember our speed demons on the front line. Front line, Lissa brought an idea to me, and I like it. Her idea should work if the ball is being brought up by either wing or the sweeper - Beth and Padme will both get stints there. That is, not by Rhee. Lissa thinks we can use Rhee to suck in their back line, allowing the play-side wing to cross behind Rhee to the center. That also assumes whomever has brought the ball up gets it to Rhee somewhere near the top of the box but near post longitude. Everyone in this league knows about Rhee, so I expect their defense to expect her to shoot and thus collapse on her. Another possible advantage to having Rhee give instead of shoot is that if we’ve pulled it on them a couple of times, she may be able to fake it.”

I looked at Rhee, who was grinning, and responded, “Oh, yeah. That sounds like a possibility. How ‘bout if Mia or Heather shout a code word if they’re going to do that, something innocuous, but not anything that might be misheard as something real?”

“Ah,” said Coach. “That would be good for two reasons, the first is obvious. The second is that the defense may realize we’re calling a play, giving Rhee even more of a chance to fake it. Excellent. However, don’t do it just to do it. That means, Mia and Heather, that you’ll have to recognize when it’s a good chance. If midfielders are clogging up the box, that’s probably not a good time.

“Beth, Padme, to set this up best, you’ll probably have to go play-side of the box, ostensibly to provide an outlet for Rhee. That should keep the defense focused on players other than the play-side wing. Obviously, Heather’s speed will give her a little extra advantage, but Mia, you’re quick and sneaky, so you have your own advantages.

“Taking this one step further, my little wrinkle to Lissa’s bright idea, the off-side wing could also do this with the play-side wing. Comprende?”

I could see Mia trying to figure it out, so looked at Heather. She was nodding, but keeping her mouth shut.

“Good,” I thought. Mia’s bright enough, she’ll get there. Heather obviously knows when not to steal thunder, particularly as she is, essentially, the new kid on the block.

“Oh! I get it! So, Heather calls the play and rips past Rhee heading my way. Yeah, I can see it. I hear Heather call it or I see her doing it, then I can rip the opposite direction and if a defender goes with her, or she runs into the off-side fullback, my fullback, then I’m an outlet for her and I probably have most of the goal open to me.”

“Got it in one. Again, don’t push it. Wait for golden opportunities, which may not happen in this game. We want this to be a surprise to the defense, so it should be used sparingly. The code word is ‘pink.’”

A bit less than four minutes into the game and we were already down a goal, scored by their left wing on a streak. Gracey was beside herself.

“Hey. Don’t worry about it,” I told her. I put in a strategic pause, then said, “But don’t let it happen again,” and I grinned at her.

To everyone, I said, “Okay. Remember the kick-off play against Watermelon? Let’s try it.”

Rhee tapped the ball to me and as I was turning to pass to Rathi, I heard her yell, “Coming!” So, I gambled on the left and poked the ball off to my left (field right). As I chased after it, I felt their center forward breeze just behind me. Once past her, I turned upfield and looked for Rhee and Heather. Both were behind the midfielders, so I poked the ball long, trying to lead Heather, but not by so much that she’d have to fight for the ball. It was a bit too far and the fullback was just about there when Heather trapped it. But she faked to field right and did a 270˚ to field left and started hauling toward the right post.

As she approached the penalty box with the left fullback almost on her heels, I was surprised by Rhee calling “Pink!” I quickly figured out her thought, which was that she’d run the play in the opposite direction as designed and I just hoped Heather figured it out. It seemed to me that they could best use me pulling some defense to our left, so altered course for the left post. I was downfield and left from Heather and angling farther left as Rhee moved downfield and then started curling around right and upfield behind Heather. When Heather, who still had her fullback right behind her, was about at the top of the box, she had Mia and me to her left, Mia more upfield - closer to the goal. Their right fullback stayed home, as someone had to watch Mia and me, but the center fullback went to cut Heather off. As the center back closed on her, Heather flicked the ball with her outside right and Rhee slammed it left-footed into the close corner of the net!

As we were heading back to our end of the pitch after the celebratory scrum, I teased Rhee.

“I remember the plan for Pink, and I don’t recall you being the one to call it.” I grinned at her and Heather and continued, “You know, that might not have worked if Heather weren’t so damned bright and quick on the uptake.”

“Yeah, I know, but I also know that Heather is ‘damned bright and quick on the uptake.’” Rhee then put Heather in a headlock and tousled her hair, saying, “Girl, that flick was PURR-FECT; right on my foot. I would have benched myself had I missed that.”

The quick up-and-down for Sedgwick’s morale took the wind out of their sails and we cruised to a 12-2 win. First Mia, then Heather scored on Pink and that had the effect of loosening the D on Rhee, and a successful defense does not give Rhee Devlin extra space. She scored a career-high five goals, which went along with the two assists she got on Pink. Heather got her first-ever hat trick, with her first goal coming off a gorgeous stretch of tiki-taka with Rhee, Rathi, Zala, and me that lulled the defense just enough for Heather to pop free to receive a through pass from me that she bent with her outside-right into the top-right corner. Ann got a goal off a corner kick, which she blasted past the goalie from five yards outside the box. We even got two goals with the backups in for the last 12 minutes. I sent a long ball to a streaking Tonda (Rhee’s back-up) for the first and re-directed a corner kick to the top of the box where Haven (Rathi’s back-up) squeaked it past the goalie just inside the left post. The five assists I got today should increase my current four-assist lead in the category.

In the locker room, Coach ended the horseplay with her prototypical, “Gather ‘round.”

“Here’s today’s game ball. I’ve decided that since Whatshername already has, like, 42 of these, I’m going to award it to myself for having the brilliant idea to let her be a starter.”

There was much laughter.

“In reality, Rhee’s performance today was even grander than what we’ve come to expect from her, and we’ve come to expect a lot. Unless Sanderson had an equally spectacular day, Rhee’s scoring lead in the league may have stretched to double digits. That’s simply unfathomable in this league. At the risk of letting praise go to her head, though I expect Beth to help pound it back out if it does [more laughter], she’s become the dangerous striker I thought was in there somewhere. Those of you on the team two years ago know whereof I speak.”

After grinning at Rhee, Coach continued with, “I have a question for everyone. Which of her goals today showed most obviously how much she’s developed over the past three years?”

I knew, but I was sure Coach was not testing me, so stayed quiet, looking around at the faces; Rhee’s was pink. Heather raised her hand [her confidence level has greatly increased of late]; Coach arched her eyebrows at her.

“The first one, where she called a play we didn’t have.”

“Why did you pick that one?”

Heather answered a bit stiltedly, but looking right at Coach, “Because it showed that she had absorbed the idea behind Pink and could transfer that idea to situations for which Pink was not specifically designed.”

“Got it in one. For all of you: Be honest, who else of your teammates do you think could have come up with that alteration on the fly?”

Rhee called out, “Beth.”

I called out, “Lissa.”

Coach waited a few moments and asked, “Anyone else? Don’t be shy.”

Lissa, who had not missed a practice or a game since she’d injured her ankle but hadn’t practiced or played, spoke up.

“Heather certainly figured out what Rhee intended without missing a beat. By the way, Heather, your flick on that play was beautiful.”

[Repeat after… Ah, you know the story too well.]

“Yes. Yes, it was,” agreed Coach. “It was timed perfectly and right on the money, both in placement and relative to Rhee’s stride.”

“Team, I’m very proud of all of you. Rhee’s accomplishments today demand the game ball, but I want each of you to take a figurative piece of that game ball home with you. Beth, Lissa, and I have thrown many new wrinkles, strategies, and tactics at you in the past few weeks, and you’ve risen to the challenge, not only accepting the changes, but incorporating them, and performing them very well.

“I’m sure that at least some of you have noticed that the back-ups have been getting a lot of game time lately, with often wholesale replacement of lines. I particularly want the starters to notice that the backups have held their own. Today, the starting and back-up defenses gave up one goal each. It is starting to seem that we could randomly pick the starters out of a hat. Yes, I’m joking, but only partly. We’ve all seen how radically we’ve changed the offense in the past few weeks, and it’s obviously working quite well; we haven’t had a close game since the draw with GV. I’ve been pondering this thought for a bit, and we may be making further changes. If I make significant changes, I’ll endeavor to get lots of game time for those starters who are moving to the next level after this year, that is, Ann and Brianna.

“Lana [Svetlana; Ann’s backup] and Marli, we’ve talked about this before, but I want to stress it again. Please watch what Ann and Brianna do, when and how. Watch how they react to the other team’s offense and try to figure out why they do things a certain way. Lana, Ann provides a great example of how to play center fullback; she’s the best I’ve had in 15 years of coaching, most of it at this level.

“This team is the best I’ve had in 15 years of coaching. Please don’t let that go to your head. Your play all year has been above what I expected, and, in the past month, well above what I expected at the beginning of the season. Everyone is contributing, everyone is learning. We now have the great problem of trying to figure out who to start and how long the starters play, as there seems little difference between the options at any given position. Look what Tonda did today. She looked like Rhee. Well, a darker, ganglier Rhee.”

There was much laughter.

“If it weren’t for Rhee’s performance, the game ball probably would have gone to Heather, who got ‘only’ a hat trick, the slacker.”

Laughter and chuckles followed.

“You see my problem. A lot of you earned starting positions early this season, but we’ve now seen what Padme and Heather can do. How do I give Padme lots of playing time if it means benching Beth? Anyway, while I don’t know, yet, how I’ll work more playing time in for the back-ups, I will be doing it. I hope the current starters understand that it will help the whole team if we know the game-time capabilities of all team members and get them game experience. At this point, I expect to play the starters a lot against GV next week. Well, at least long enough to see if GV is up to playing us close despite our recent changes. Don’t let up against GV, but I think we might just put a world of hurt on them.”

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