The Diary of a NIP girl 1999 2000Chapter 46
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November 20, 2017
Dear Ms. Diary,
Tonight was the first of three nights that Dad will be taking part in some large math meeting at the university, so the seven of us were eating dinner without him.
“Sandy,” Carol said, “I’ve been thinking about our planned shopping trip with the girls on Wednesday. I think we should just drop them off and pick them up when they’re done.”
“But how would they pay for ... Oh, you probably thought of this. We drop an infusion of cash into the accounts of one or more of our daughters’ accounts and they can just use their card or cards.” Mom looked around the table briefly, then back at Carol, and added, “I can do that at the bank tomorrow and set it up so that they won’t have any trouble paying for the clothes, even if it winds up being a lot of money.”
“Yes. That was my thought.” Carol turned to us and asked, “Would you girls be comfortable with that?”
Rhee piped up immediately with, “Sure, Mom. We can do that. I know we don’t want anyone getting any odd ideas about Dad and us, and this will certainly help in that endeavor.”
She looked around among the Go5, getting nods, then she furrowed her brow in obvious thought.
“It might be best if we each paid for our own clothes. Sandy, you can put some of that money in Gracey’s and Liya’s accounts, right? Doesn’t that come with the ... power of attorney or whatever you have that allows you and Dad to act in Gracey’s and Liya’s steads?”
Mom nodded, saying, “Yes, and your idea has merit ... a lot of it. I’ll move some money into each of your accounts. I’ll be generous with that in order to cover the bases. I think you’d slightly ruin the effect of this ... maskirovka if one or more of your cards were declined. It would work best if it appeared that you were carefree rich girls.”
“That’s what I was thinking,” answered Rhee.
“In fact, I think I’ll set up some subsidiary accounts for you five specifically for this sort of thing. That way, you won’t have to balance your regular accounts, since we Moms are paying for the clothes. Yes. That’s the ticket. These accounts are solely for sexy clothes and other similar sorts of stuff.”
Liya stood, walked around the table to Sandy, induced Sandy to turn her chair 90 degrees, then straddled Mom’s lap and hugged her tightly for 20 seconds or so, then leaned back. She looked into Mom’s eyes, then slowly moved her face forward and kissed Sandy while subtly rubbing her breasts on Mom’s.
When she pulled back again, Liya said, “You really, really want Celeste in the family, don’t you?”
Mom looked at her, then answered, “Yes, I do. She is so gorgeous and so sexy, and I would really love to watch Charlie make love with her.”
“A few months ago, I would have objected strenuously to the plan you just outlined regarding our bank accounts and clothes and...” She turned her head toward Carol and asked, “Are you on board?” When Carol nodded at her, she turned back to Sandy, saying, “We, individually and collectively, have come to agree with you and in a discussion we had last night, we decided to support your efforts. However, we have something of a demand.”
Liya looked at Sandy, then at Carol, who gave a “let’s-hear-it” nod.
“If we’re adding Celeste and, presumably, Meka at some point in the future, the ratio of Charlie to us gets skinny. While Dad has to agree because we don’t want anything like a slave situation, we think that any one of the seven of us, or the eight of us, or the nine of us need to be able to initiate sex with Dad whenever we want, else any one of us might find herself somewhat on the outside looking in. We think there should still be occasional ‘Anything Goes’ days for Dad, but most of the time, we women need to be a bit more in control of this than Dad.”
When Carol started to respond, Liya held up her hand, then said, “We girls still have our school rule in effect, and we also will continue having sex, making love with each other, so we won’t be hogging him. We’re not sure, but we think that Dad will be fine with responding to ... advances from his wives and girlfriends, rather than initiating a lot. Even though we really like it when he’s spontaneous and initiates loving, we all know how cautious he is in that vein, but how receptive he is to any of us. You know him best. Would that work?”
Sandy immediately pulled Liya in tightly and kissed her hard; Liya kissed her back hard. When Sandy pulled back, she looked at Carol and elevated her eyebrows in question.
Carol responded, “That’s precisely where my thinking has been of late, and for the same reasons. Also, we now have a few months of data concerning you girls’ access to him, and those data show that my sister-wife and I are not getting less sex, less loving, but a bit more, even, than before we removed restrictions. He is nearly always interested. He’s had some days off since the two days off after hitting 100 days straight, but we have no complaints. I have also come to be very much interested in Celeste for the same reasons that Sandy is: She’s simply fucking gorgeous and sexy. While I don’t have quite the need to watch Charlie with her that Sandy has, I would not at all mind watching the two of them together with some sort of frequency. And I would certainly love to make love with Celeste and her wonderful mind and very sexy body. To reiterate the point, I agree with your supposition that Charlie would be quite fine with simply reacting, taking most or all opportunities that come his way with any or all of his wives and girlfriends.”
“Speaking of that,” interjected Gracey, “what status would Celeste and/or Meka have?”
Carol looked at Sandy, who pointed her chin back at her, so she responded, “Girlfriends. At least for now. I don’t see adding any wives, but I am fully cognizant that my or our opinions on the subject may change. However, if they were to change, we would probably have to reconsider various living arrangements and house footprints, because Charlie should have his wives living with him. And, please, let’s not start down the slippery slope of talking about how we would deal with more wives, as I suspect strongly that there will be no additional wives in anything like the near-term future, if for no other reason than that Charlie would probably object strenuously to such. Let’s simply agree among ourselves as ... his women that we’ll need to discuss with him in the future his future of mostly responding to sexual come-ons rather than initiating love or sex, himself.”
“That is an important point,” Sandy replied, “as, given specific living situations, a very high percentage of the sex Charlie will have with his girlfriends will be public.”
Heather replied, “Yes. We’ve discussed that aspect, too. We’ll still insist that each girlfriend get occasional nights by herself with him, but we’re perfectly fine with most of our sex with him being ... not behind a closed door. In fact, I suspect that, with any girlfriend additions, the amount of public sex in this house will climb dramatically, and that’s probably what Sandy wants, anyway.”
There was much chuckling and Sandy said, “Oh, god, yes.”
Heather continued, “At some point, with one or both bedrooms in the other house occupied, we might want to consider how to get Dad his own room for overnights, but that can wait until we see how any girlfriend additions shake out. Finally, if or when any new girlfriend is added, we need to have the talk with Dad about ... female choice. I don’t want this sprung on him with no input.”
November 21, 2017
Dear Ms. Diary,
“Did you see how much Sandy put in our new accounts?”
I looked up from my homework to look at Liya in the BRH doorway and replied in the negative.
“Fifteen hundred bucks! At least, that’s what’s in mine!”
I was dumbfounded, jaw slack, eyes wide.
“Wait a minute,” Heather said as she was tapping at her laptop. After a minute, she said, “Holy shit! Same here!”
Rhee chuckled, then said, “Sandy really wants to watch Dad with Celeste!”
Liya asked, “This doesn’t bother you?”
“No, because we don’t have to spend it all. I can see her point. If we find really cool stuff that we might actually wear more than once, but which is pricey, we’re covered. And I suggest that most or all of anything we buy for this ‘competition’ [air quotes] with Celeste be something we would actually wear more than once. Anything else is just wasteful.”
November 22, 2017
Dear Ms. Diary,
[Written November 24]
The Moms dropped the five of us at the store at which we shopped when the Moms were trying to get Dad involved with the Go5. I would not have thought it possible at that first visit, but I had been looking forward to this trip. We girls had decided that we’d act as if we were dressing for each other hoping to suggest to staff and customers that might see us or overhear us that we were lesbians. Of course, on some level, we are, but we were hoping to defray any possibility of splashing anything onto Dad. Among the five of us, we spent over $2000. Some of it was for “everyday” sexy wear, but most of it would cover us for a couple months of a “competition” with Celeste.
Meka joined us for dinner and Carol asked her if she’d be joining us tomorrow when Celeste was here for her weekly dinner with us.
“Yup. I’m looking forward to it. I missed seeing her last week when I had to study. I like her. She’s fun and seems to fit with this odd second family of mine.” She turned to Sandy, then asked, “Would there be any chance my dad could stay at the other house occasionally under the same conditions as at the hotel?”
I quickly looked at Mom; she had a loving smile on her face.
“Yes, actually. We asked about that when we set up last weekend. The home said that it should not be frequent, but once a month or so, at least while he still has most or all of the faculties that he has now, would be okay. Would you like us to set that up?”
Meka closed her eyes as she lifted her face to the ceiling and inhaled deeply. After a few seconds, she lowered her head, opened her eyes, and nodded.
“Thank you, Sandy. Thanks to all of you. I just cannot say how much I appreciated spending the night with him on Saturday. Being able to spend time with him away from that place once a month would be a dream come true. I know he’s better off there, but it always feels like they stole my dad from me.”
There were more than a few sniffles and eyes being wiped.
“I’ll put just one stipulation on that,” stated Sandy. “We’d like the two of you to join us for dinner on those nights.”
Meka’s eyes leaked, but there was a crooked smile on her face as she nodded emphatically.
“On a different note, dinner dress on Celeste’s nights has become ... very ... casual, you might say, although not this week, for obvious reasons. We will be spending a bit of time in the hot tub, and you’re more than welcome to join us there, so bring a suit or something.”
November 23, 2017
We all wore at least some clothes we had bought yesterday. Rhee was wearing an apricot midi that was opaque from shoulders to just below her breasts and from about halfway between her belly button and her mons to the hem. The middle portion was a fairly wide mesh exhibiting her trim belly; she wore no undies. Gracey wore a bright yellow, scoop-neck mini with medium gray highlights, and no undies. About the inside upper quarter of each of her breasts were easily visible, with more visible when she leaned over. Liya opted for a silky, pearlescent top somewhat like one that Mom bought her back when. However, this one was a one-shoulder top that tapered from right shoulder and just above the right hip to just a cuff on her left bicep. It covered her left breast with an inch or so to spare both above and below but exposed her belly button and much of her belly. She paired it with one of her old, short, wrap-around skirts, this one a subdued fuchsia (if that’s a thing), over a medium gray, very brief, modal brief. Heather looked delectable in a new, very tight and very short emerald dress. The sleeves were just cuffs on her biceps, so her shoulders were bare. It hugged and highlighted her pretty little titties and her adorably cute butt. Of course, she wore no undies. I went for a tight, nearly midnight blue, backless dress that was supported by a spaghetti strap around my neck. Even though they’re small, the very tops of my breasts were visible, and the hem was only a few inches below my pussy. There was no way I could wear undies with the thing.
When I had donned it, Rhee exclaimed, “Oh, my god! That looks better on you now than it did in the store, and it looked great on you there!” She wrapped me up, ran her hands over my ass, and said, “I want you,” then kissed me aggressively, a kiss I returned with vigor.
Meka returned here after doing her homework at home. She was wearing a loose T that was cropped just above her belly button (no bra) and gym shorts and carrying a bag.
“That’s no fair. I wasn’t told that ‘a bit revealing’ would be part of the apparel. I brought something nice, but it is not at all like your outfits!”
“No prob,” replied Rhee. “You can borrow my T-shirt dress. It should fit you ... mostly. It’ll be a little large in the bust, and short on your legs, but it could work. Come on!”
When the two of them returned, Heather said, “Oh, wow!” She looked Meka up and down, then added, “Yeah, that works, but you need to lose the undies.”
“That’s my bikini bottom ... for the hot tub.”
“Doesn’t matter. If it were a G string, that might be okay, but it’s too heavy and makes the dress clunky. Lose ‘em.”
Meka rolled her eyes but removed the sartorially offensive article.
“That’s much better,” Liya stated. “Yeah, it’s a bit loose up top, but you make it look nearly as good as Rhee does, and it was obviously designed for her bust. Actually, it was designed for a bust a bit smaller than Rhee’s, but her breasts look spectacular in that thing ... and yours look more than just okay in it.” She shook her head while looking at how much leg the dress showed on Meka, then looked up at her face and said, “But your long legs make up for the slightly-too-large top part. In fact, I’d bet most guys would have a hard time looking away from all that leg. Hell, I’m having a hard time looking away from those legs. Damn, Girl. Those are mighty fine. You might want to think about getting a dress or two like that for yourself.”
Meka wrapped her arms around Liya to hold her tightly and whispered, “Thanks.”
A few minutes later, the doorbell rang.
I opened the door and gestured for her to enter, saying, “Happy Thanksgiving, Celeste. Come on in!”
Celeste said, “Happy T-Day to you, too. Oh! I guessed right!” She looked around at the rest of us, then added, “Definitely right. I almost went casual but decided that that wasn’t appropriate for Thanksgiving.” She turned to Meka and said, “I’m glad you’re here. I missed you last week. I hope your studying went well.”
“It did. At least, I did well on the test.”
“Good! The math is the hardest part of my program. At least, I find it the hardest.”
“I’d be more than willing to help you if you need it,” Dad said as he and the Moms walked up.
Since the women in the house had coordinated, Sandy was wearing a classic little black dress. This one had spaghetti straps and hugged her body tightly. The top showed some decolletage and it extended to mid-thigh. She was obviously bra-less and I could detect no sign of undies. Carol had donned a loose, silky, burnt-orange sleeveless blouse with tails hanging to below the hem of a short, tight, black, pleated skirt. I could not see the shape of her breasts, but I could see them moving around inside the top. Dad opted for a nearly brick button-down with long tails over tight black shorts that extended only halfway down his thighs. The shorts made it obvious he is male.
“I couldn’t do that,” responded Celeste, “use my friendship with one of the math professors. No, that wouldn’t feel right.”
“Good on you, Girl,” exclaimed Gracey. “But we’re all waiting for the unveiling.”
“Oh. Yeah. You know, we need to coordinate at least somewhat so that I’m not wearing something trashily sexy while you five ... or six go for elegantly sexy.”
After dropping her backpack to the floor, removing her duster revealed that she was wearing an unadorned sheath that was on the pink side of fuchsia. The upper slopes of her breasts extended out the top and it ended well above her knees. Well above. She was obviously bra-less but was apparently wearing something like a G string.
“Wow,” Carol exclaimed, “you make that look exquisite! You really are gorgeous!”
Celeste dropped her head a bit but looked up through her eyelashes at Carol and said, “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome. It’s now hug time. May I start?”
Carol started the round of hugs with Celeste that took a bit of time because every hug was at least a bit longer than a simple hello hug between friends. There was a little indulging in the feeling, apparently by everyone given the subtle indicators in various faces.
“Gosh, I’m so glad to be here. This has been something of a rough week.” She turned to Meka and added, “I heard it was something of a rough weekend for you girls.”
“Yeah, we lost the regional final, but there were two good aspects of the weekend. We won two regional games, which is two more than any other Central team has managed, and we lost to what I think will be the state champs. Although they were incredibly good, they did not blow us out. In fact, we played them more closely than any other team has this year, so I take a bit of comfort from that. Secondly, because of my new family here, my dad got to see me win two regional games ... in person. That was worth more than everything else to me.”
Celeste hugged Meka again, and said, “I’m very glad for you. I don’t know how you’ve done as well as you have with what’s hanging over your head. I find you impressive.”
There was a hitch in Meka’s voice when she thanked Celeste for her kind words. Celeste held her for a bit longer, then stepped back.
“I’m excited for dinner.”
Sandy replied, “We decided on a non-traditional Thanksgiving dinner, so we dove into exoticness. Perhaps we should have warned you, but you did say that you liked experimenting with food.”
“I did and I do, and I’m looking forward to dinner even more, now!”
When we reached the table, Dad said, “We’ve decided, despite the more-elegant-than-usual apparel, that these dinners are going to be more informal, so, please, sit wherever you like. In fact, assigned seating for this ... expanded family is now a thing of the past. I suspect that it will take a while for this change to sink to the bones for most of us. However, the Moms and I consider everyone here adults and friends; this change is overdue.”
We all took seats, and I noted that Celeste managed to snag the seat on Dad’s right. It seems fairly obvious that Sandy is not the only adult woman at the table that wants Celeste and Dad to be a thing.
Rather than turkey and the rest of the usual aspects of Thanksgiving dinner, this was an excursion into relatively simple Thai dishes, with peanut satay, mini shrimp lettuce wraps, and green curry, with mango and sticky rice for dessert. There were a lot of ecstatic tastebud-induced moans through the meal, but none more emphatic than Celeste’s when she first put dessert in her mouth.
“Ohhhh. Wow. That is superb. Thanks, Charlie,” after which she hugged his right side. “I’d heard of this but didn’t imagine that it could be this good!”
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