Chapter 93

November 19, 2017

Dear Ms. Diary,

In the quick confab we girls had before heading down to breakfast, Gracey, Liya, and I learned that Heather and Rhee made love with each other, both of them orgasming, and that Charlize had been next to them in bed the whole time. Rhee had then suggested to Charlize that she kiss Heather’s mouth while Rhee kissed Heather’s pussy. Rhee was going after getting Heather another orgasm, spending a couple minutes between her legs. Charlize got excited enough to add fondling Heather’s breasts to the kisses on her mouth and elsewhere on her head and neck.

“I really enjoyed that,” Charlize said. “It was so exciting that I ... I had to ... I...”

She faltered as her face exploded in heat. Liya took pity on her, putting an arm around her shoulder and pulling Charlize into her.

“You got excited enough to make yourself cum with something of an audience for the first time in your life. Yes?”

Charlize looked up at Liya, then nodded.

“As you must know, we’re all very open about ... all this. Gracey and I were bashful at first, but we quickly got over it. You will, too.”

Charlize nodded in understanding, then replied, “I ... I would like that to be ... true. I really ... like all of you and ... I’d ... really like to ... be-become as comfortable as you guys are with ... all this.”

“Charlize,” I responded, “you can take part in as much or as little as you want or with which you’re comfortable. With a little advance notice, you’re welcome to spend weekends with us whenever you can. There will probably be times that we won’t be able to host you, but those will probably be few, but will include those times at which either or both of Gracey’s and Liya’s moms are staying with us. Dad and/or the Moms will probably be fine with either driving you in one of the directions or meeting you and your parents somewhere near midway if and when you want to spend a weekend with us; the latter would probably be best.”

She looked at me, then at Liya, who nodded at her. Charlize then turned her body to be chest-to-chest with Liya and kissed her for ten seconds or so.

She followed that with a similar kiss for each of us, after which she was panting as she said, “Oh, god. This is ... This feels really good. I was hoping that I could get Beth to kiss me and, if I was really lucky, for Rhee to kiss me, too, just to see what it was like. This, kissing all of you, particularly kissing all of you when ... we’re ... n-naked ... Wow. I didn’t imagine anything like this. Even if I had, I wouldn’t have been able to imagine how good it feels. I had no clue that having this sort of ... relationship with a ... girl would be so good, much less with five girls. Wow.”

The semifinal matches were scheduled for 8:30, so we were out the door before 7:30. We went through the usual stretches, warmups, and drills, and then went over the game plan that we’d discussed last night after dinner. We had decided that Weldon had nothing particularly special about it that would require a tweak of our normal game plan. However, Coach reminded us that their front line was good and that Katie and Gracey would primarily be defenders in the game.

“Although,” Coach added, “if either of you gets the chance and can make a run or provide something else on O, feel free.”

The only surprise the game provided was the margin of our victory. Meka was an absolute monster, and we shut Weldon out as they got only two shots on goal, both of them from far out, and Hope handled both easily. Our first goal came on a corner-kick set piece that we’d practiced quite a few times in the past few weeks but had never used in a game. I kicked a left-footed out-swinger that I managed to get right on my target, Rhee’s head. She headed it to Katie, who headed it into the net. Katie got the second assist, making an incredibly precise pass that threaded through the Weldon D to a breaking Rhee. In addition to leading a bruising D, Meka also got her first state-tournament goal, on a situation typical of her. She intercepted a pass that she had anticipated and took off upfield. I provided the go pass off which she nailed a rocket into the right side of the net.

“Gather ‘round!”

The hairy eyeball that Coach sent around the locker room must have had a physical aspect, as everyone quieted before she had to resort to her yell of ‘Settle’.”

“Excellent game. The D played superbly, even the backups when they came in for the last 15 minutes. Although Civia probably has relevant attagirls to give out, I want to personally thank the backup back line for keeping my blood pressure down when I took the starting back line out after Shameka’s goal. The rest that back line got may be important later today. Civia?”

Civia stepped up, looked around at our silent team, smiled slightly, then said, “Attagirls to Beth, Rhee, and Katie for finally getting to do the BRK corner kick in a game and getting a goal out of it. That was superbly done. Attagirls to Gracey and Rachel for backing up Shameka when she slipped and fell and cut off their striker before she could shoot. Particularly important there was Rachel toeing the ball away right to Gracey. That got her and Gracey additional attagirls, as Gracey collected that soft pass, carried it upfield for a couple dribbles, then sent the ball up to Katie. Katie gets an extra-special attagirl for carrying it across midfield, then somehow sending a pass upfield through two layers of D to a breaking Rhee. Had Rhee missed that shot, she wouldn’t have gotten an attagirl, but a reserved place on the portion of the bench with all the splinters.”

There was much laughing.

Civia looked around her audience with a large grin on her face. Rhee stepped up to her, wrapped one arm around her pulling her in tightly, then gave her a noogie.

There was more laughing.

After we quieted, she continued with, “An attagirl goes to Shameka who did one of her typical nearly-one-woman fast breaks for her eleventh goal of the season which, if I understand correctly, is nearly three times the number of goals she scored in her previous three years on the team. Finally, as noted by Coach, Rose, Marla, Emma, and Abby all earned attagirls for 15 minutes of shutout D after Coach pulled the starting back line. You guys did a great job.”

Civia stepped back and Liya stepped forward.

“From what we’ve heard, Delta-North was ahead 4-1 midway through the second half, so we’ve got them at 3:15 this afternoon. Since I know that some are interested, Tanaka did get Petaluma’s goal. Our bus will leave here for the hotel in 25 minutes, so expedite your showers. The school has paid for our lunch in the same room in which we had dinner last night, so everyone ... and I mean everyone... [she looked around at all of us] is expected to be there at noon.” She eyed us all again, then added, “We will all pick up our laundered uniforms from yesterday’s game at the entrance to the room where we’ll be eating. If you’re late, you might not get your uniform back, so will not be permitted to play this afternoon.”

When there was a bit of grumbling, Liya said sharply, “Settle!”

“There’s no need for grumbling. Simply be at the entrance to the room at noon or a little before and pick up the uniform that you did not have to wash and then eat lunch that you did not have to buy and thank the school for both.”

Liya looked around again, then stepped back. Civia stepped forward.

“For her lovely goal and particularly for leading a superb defensive effort, the game ball goes to Shameka Johnson!”

After the cheering died down, Coach stated, “I have nothing else to add, other than to second Liya’s comments about being on time at the dining room. Showers! Now!”

When we got to the hotel, Dad and the Moms told us they were going out for lunch and that they would see us before our late checkout before 2 pm. Lunch was quite good, a Mexican buffet.

We got a surprise in the locker room before the afternoon game when Coach shouted, “Gracey, front and center.”

We all turned to see Joyce Tanaka next to Coach as Gracey stepped over to them.

“Hi, Gracey. I wanted to check on you, make sure you were okay. I hated that I was the cause of your injury, even though I didn’t at all mean to have happen what happened. Your coach was kind enough to allow me to tell you that, personally.”

“Thanks, Joyce. Beth told me that you were concerned at the time. I’m fine, and I appreciate your visit and concern. You know, I wish you guys had won this morning, as we know you better than Delta-North, and they look nearly unbeatable. Of course, we’ll still give it our all, as we believe that we can beat them, but it will take our absolutely best game.”

“Yeah, that’s an incredibly good team and I’m glad you’re playing, as Elkton-Central can’t play it’s absolutely best game without you on the pitch.”

“Thanks for your words. May I,’ Gracey asked as she opened her arms toward Joyce.

When Joyce nodded, they hugged.

When they separated, Gracey said, “Good luck in college. Where are you going? Or do you know?”

Joyce nodded, saying, “I’m coming to Elkton.”

“Really? We know one of the women on the soccer team: Andressa Pires. She’s Brazilian. You need to stay in touch with us and let us know when you get to town. We’d love to have you over for dinner when you get there.”