B J Jones the Story of My LifeChapter 291
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July 21, 2017
Dear Ms. Diary,
[Written July 22]
Today’s practice was unremarkable, except that Coach sent us home about a half-hour early. Heather, Rhee, and I went home to our respective houses. The families are getting together this evening, so I’ll see Rhee later. Meanwhile, there are chores to do and lunch to eat. I also have to do some prep for dinner, including making up hamburger patties and putting together the potato salad. Once Dad gets home with the fresh corn, sometime after 3:00, he and I will shuck the corn and wrap the ears in foil. There are also a few bratwurst (but they don’t need prep). The Devlins are due around 4:00, though Mom won’t be home until 5:00 or so.
I wonder if Carol and Rhee will stay here tonight. That’d be nice, certainly for me, but I’ve begun suspecting that it would be nice for Dad and Mom, too. Where did they stay last Friday and Saturday nights? I could demand that Supplicant tell me, and I might resort to that, or ... Hmm, I’ll have to think about that option. However, the important bit of this digression is that if Rhee stays here tonight, the soonest that I’ll be able to update you will be tomorrow night. We’ll see.
[Added July 22]
Dad got home at 3:20. He and I, wearing only our aprons, prepped the corn for the grill and got everything else ready to go. When Mom called to let us know she was heading for home, we fired up the grill. Of course, unlike the Devlins’, our yard is partly open to the neighbors’ view, so we cannot do the naked thing out there. Bummer.
My phone sang out its incoming-text jingle. I looked at the phone to confirm my suspicion that Carol and Rhee are here, then headed to the front door. Still wearing only my apron, I opened the door. They were just getting out of the car in the drive. I saw that Rhee is wearing the university T that I bought her a couple days ago. And a skirt. A short skirt. A very short skirt. She obviously isn’t wearing a bra and I’d bet a large sum of money that she’s not wearing undies, either. My libido, which certainly hadn’t been asleep, considering that I’d been hanging with my nearly-naked Dad, roared to a higher state of awareness.
Then I noticed Carol. She, also, was wearing a crop top, though it didn’t reveal quite as much abdomen as Rhee’s; understandable, considering her larger breasts. She, too, was wearing a very short skirt. Oh, I think that Dad’s gonna like this. Yeah, he likes smaller breasts, but he certainly finds both Devlin women attractive. And sexy.
They each had a gym bag over a shoulder and Rhee was carrying a smallish box; I’d guess there is wine in it. As Rhee came across on the short walk from the drive, I was further stunned by the shortness of her skirt. I couldn’t see anything that “shouldn’t” be seen in such a situation, but it seemed a close-run thing.
“What, you couldn’t find a shorter skirt,” I asked facetiously as she approached.
“Hah! I considered trimming it, but there’s already quite the breeze on my ‘nether parts.’”
I held my hands out for the box and she handed it to me. As Carol entered, I closed the door behind her, and said, “I love the outfit Carol, but I bet you wouldn’t wear that to Safeway.”
Carol chuckled and said, “No, I wouldn’t. However, we decided to wear something that would at least barely work for keeping us modest in your back yard, but that would suggest the nudity that we prefer. At least, I assume that you three aren’t doing the nudey thing in the yard.”
“No. I’ve got clothes waiting on my bed. Hey, did you guys plan to wear clothes all the time today or just until we come in from the yard this evening?”
“We figured the latter, rather than putting on or taking clothes off every time we turned around.”
“Cool. I’ll join you in that. May I take your bag upstairs, or do you want to keep it down here?”
“May I tuck it into the closet here?”
“Sure. Go ahead.” She did so, then said, “I’ll take that box off your hands, if you’re going upstairs to dress.”
“Okay,” I answered, as I handed her the box. I then turned to Rhee. “Do you want to put your bag upstairs?”
She nodded, so we began climbing steps, leaving Carol to head to the kitchen with the box. As our bedroom door closed behind us, Rhee dumped her gym bag along the wall next to my soccer bag.
“Okay, Beth, now you need to check out my skirt.”
I slowly dropped to my knees, then started leaning over to see how much skirt extended below her crotch. It was very little.
“Oh, man. you couldn’t do anything more strenuous than walking slowly on level ground in that thing!”
“Yeah. It’s got me going, knowing how short it is and feeling every wayward breeze on my pussy.”
I stood up and that shoulder imp whispered in my ear. I quickly reached under the skirt with my right hand and under her shirt with my left, grabbing her right breast and her crotch.
“Hey, hey! Hands off the goodies!”
“I can’t help it. As soon as I saw you get out of the car, you and that skirt raised my blood pressure. I missed you last night and this morning. And this afternoon. God, I want you. You are so sexy, and you rock that outfit!”
For that, I got wrapped in a Rhee hug and then got lips on mine. We kissed, without tongues, for nearly a minute.
“I missed you, too, baby. Practice wasn’t nearly long enough nor private enough.” After a short pause, her face suddenly lit up more. “I nearly forgot. I think that Mom brought this weird die that was at the house. It has more than six sides. I’m not positive that she did, but it was sitting with a pad of post-it notes yesterday, so...”
“Oh, wow. Is she going to propose another game?”
“If she brought the die and notes, I think she is. A die with more sides suggests that she’s come up with a new wrinkle on the game. If so, I wonder what it is. Every time that I think about that die, I get gushy.”
“Yeah. Maybe more sex in front of us, tonight. That would be great! You’ve seen how more accepting Dad’s been of us seeing Mom sexing him up since we had that talk in the car and since the first T or D game. Wow. WOW! If Carol can get the game started, I think that we’ll really see some stuff!”
“Yeah. Oh, I hope so, I hope so, I hope so.”
“That reminds me. Did you ever find out where the three of them stayed last weekend? Did they stay at your house?”
“They did, at least on Saturday night. My bed was a little mussed, but only a little. I’ve been wondering about that. Do you think my mom’s been having herself a good ol’ time with either or both of your parents?”
“I’ve been wondering that very thing.”
With a somewhat-anxious face, Rhee asked, “How would you feel about that?”
“I wouldn’t mind at all. In fact, remember that morning that your mom cried about that jerk at work? I started wondering then if my mom would be willing to share Dad with your mom, as your mom certainly seemed to need some loving.”
Rhee brightened. “I’m glad that it wouldn’t bug you. She did need some loving. And she’s seemed a lot happier of late, so while I have no certain data, I have strong suspicions in that direction. Are you sure that you’d be okay with that?”
“As long as my mom was, I would be. I love Carol like a ... well, a mom, and I’d like to see her happy. She deserves it. And, from what we’ve seen, Dad seems to be quite the lover. Oh, god. I feel like I’m dripping.”
Rhee wrapped me up again and said in my ear, “I want you. So much. Now. I know we can’t but know that I love you and really want to make love with you tonight. We both brought clothes for tomorrow and I’ll bet if we do play the game that we’ll be staying here tonight. Oh. You’re going to wear that tonight?”
She was looking over my shoulder at the bed, so I assumed that she was talking about the clothes I had laid out for this evening.
“Yup. Do you like it?”
“Oh, you’ll get me even hotter wearing those.”
“That’s only fair, considering how you got my motor going with what you’re wearing.”
“May I dress you?”
I pulled my torso back a bit to look at her face; it was lit. I smiled, “As you wish.”
Rhee nodded emphatically, so I stepped back, out of her arms. “Have at it. You can undress me and then dress me.”
Rhee proceeded to take the apron off me, fairly slowly. She threw in a two-handed grope of my ass, free of charge. I had expected her to clothe me in the opposite order, so I was a little surprised when she presented the tube top to my feet. I figured out what she wanted, so stepped into it, and she raised it up my body to my waist. I raised my arms and she pulled it up and over my small breasts.
“Oh, god. I love that on you. It’s so short and does for your breasts what that top you got for Heather does for hers. Oh, god, you’re delectable.”
“Thank you. You make me feel so sexy.”
“That may be, but you shouldn’t need me to feel sexy. You ARE sexy. So sexy. So pretty.”
“Okay, okay. You’ve all told me that, and then Dad said the same thing the other night. I’m trying to accept that, but it’s working against my own long-held image of myself, so I won’t manage to fully accept that anytime soon.”
Rhee then leaned in and kissed me softly. She picked up the shorts, yes, “those’ shorts, and held them at my feet for me to step into them. After I did, she slowly pulled them up my legs, though I had to do a little wiggle to get them up all the way. She then buttoned the button and zipped the fly.
“Wow, that was fun. I’ve enjoyed stripping you, Beth, but I think that it was even sexier to dress you, particularly to dress you in these clothes. Wow! I am jonesing for your bod.”
She then plastered her mouth to mine, her tongue spearing in after mine. Her right hand began feeling up my left breast. Oh, that felt good. So good.
Rhee ended the kiss and pulled back. “We should probably get downstairs. We wouldn’t want our parents to think we’re having sex up here, would we?”
I cocked my head, looking at her. “Well, their finding out about us, even if they don’t already suspect, would be very far from the worst thing that could happen. I’ve been thinking that they wouldn’t be surprised or disturbed. Now, I’m not interested in just telling them, but, as with our friends, I’m not willing to lie about it, either. I think that Heather would be the harder sell. And, I shouldn’t get myself started on Heather. We cannot afford the time to, again, hash out our non-understanding of her and us. Let’s just go.”
With Rhee’s nod, I turned, and we headed out the door and downstairs.
When we returned to the kitchen, we were greeted by a staring, open-mouthed Dad, who, after a few seconds, shook his head sharply, as if to clear the cobwebs.
“Both of those outfits would be illegal in parts of the world. Remember what I said about your outfits two nights ago? These are ... worse? Sexier? Even-more-revealing? All of the above? Since it’s apparently a clothing evening, I’ll go get ... dressed.”
I looked at Rhee, who gave me a raised-eyebrow rapid nodding, telling me that she, too, noticed Dad’s cock growing from a bit erect to more than that.
“Beth, those ... shorts would make almost any top work, but you really rock that combo. Your tube top is giving you Heather’s crop-top look of covered-but-virtually-exposed breasts. You’re very lovely.”
I dropped my head in embarrassment, but then channeled Heather, and forced my head up and my eyes to look at Carol’s. “Thank you, Carol. And speaking of clothes, wouldn’t your outfit have been even sexier if you’d worn a button-down shirt with the tails tied below your ... bust? You know, like in all those hillbilly caricatures?”
Carol’s eyebrows crawled up her forehead. “Wow, I should have thought of that. Although, that look works better with old jean cutoffs, like yours. Hmm. I’ll be back.”
Carol turned and headed to Dad and Mom’s room, knocking on the door. “Are you decent? May I come in?”
I didn’t hear Dad’s response, but Carol must have, as she opened the door and walked in. I looked at Rhee, who was already looking at me.
“Umm, wow,” she said.
“Do you think that she’s going to borrow one of Dad’s shirts?”
“Uhhh, maybe. If so, the bigger question is will she change her top in there with Dad still in the room? I know that they’ve spent quite some time naked in the same room together, but her changing with him there seems more ... I don’t know ... familiar? Personal? Perhaps they are, as we talked about in our room.”
Rhee and I had chatted for another minute or two when Dad walked into the kitchen, wearing an untucked and unbuttoned button-down shirt, revealing a stripe of chest and belly down the center of his body. The shirt tails were hanging over his ... shorts? No, maybe tight, short-legged boxers. His penis was somewhat obvious. Carol followed him less than 30 seconds later.
“Rhee, honey, will you help me with this?”
Carol was ... wearing (for lack of a better term) one of Dad’s button-downs, all right. A rather thin one that was somewhat translucent. Her arms were in the sleeves, but none of the buttons were buttoned. She had the tails of the shirt in her hands and only portions of her breasts were covered; one nipple was peeking, and that nipple was not quiescent.
“I need the tails tied, but in such a way that I don’t spill out of the shirt too readily. The appropriate button needs to be buttoned, too.”
Carol and Rhee worked on it for a couple minutes. At one point, both breasts were bared and Rhee apologized for losing hold of the tails, but they eventually got her put together.
At that moment, the garage door began opening and about a minute later, Mom walked into the kitchen, then came to an abrupt halt. You know that phrase, “her eyes bugged out?” That describes Mom’s reaction to a T.
“Oh,” she said after she recovered, “we’re ... uhh ... dressing today? Is that the correct verb?”
Carol grinned. “Yeah, you know, since we’re cooking out and this isn’t the Devlin house and yard. However, I do understand your query about the appropriate verb. I think that the rule is no more than two clothing items per person. At least I know that Rhee and I are wearing only two, it certainly looks like the man of our family is wearing only two. I assume that Beth’s wearing only two, but I don’t know that. Beth?”
I turned pink but nodded.
“So,” Carol continued, “I don’t know if the rules permit wearing only one item, but I assume that all of the naughty bits need to be covered. Though, like Heather before her, Beth’s breasts couldn’t look sexier if they were bare.”
Mom chuckled; I got pinker.
“Yes, that tube top does make one want to rub those breasts, doesn’t it?”
“Mo-ommm!”
“Oh, pooh, Beth. Remember the discussion earlier this week. You’re a lovely young woman, a lovely, sexy young woman. Perhaps you will learn from this that even a lovely, naked body is often less sexy than an alluringly clothed lovely body. With that top and those shorts, you exude sexiness. Hell, you exude sex.”
I felt my face burning and ducked my head. “Mo-omm.”
Rhee gripped my shoulder and used it to pull me into her. “Poor, baby. Poor, sexy baby.”
Carol decided to throw her iron on the fire. “And, Beth, sexiness can be a hit-’em-over-the-head outfit, like the one you’re wearing, or like what Rhee and I are wearing. It can also be elegant and, at first glance, demure, but upon closer scrutiny prove to be provocative.”
“Carol’s right, Beth,” Mom piled on. “With your willowy shape, you could really do a number on a provocatively elegant ... Oh, I know what I’ll wear. I’ll be back.”
Dad walked over to me, looked a speaking glance at Rhee, who released me, then put his arms around me and pulled me into him and just held me for a bit.
“Beth, your mom and Carol are right. You’re lovely and your outfit is screaming ‘sex.’ Remember what I said the other night. If you’re going to wear a sexy outfit, you have to expect to be ... appreciated. This outfit, however, is not just sexy. As your mom said, it is sex made tangible. I know that you wouldn’t do so, but if you wore clothes like this on a date, your date would certainly infer that sex was in his immediate future. Perhaps wrongly, but that would be his inference.
“I know that my nudist daughter ... uh, my nudist actual daughter, wanted to wear as little clothing as propriety would allow for the back-yard cookout. Might you also have wanted to be sexy? Wanted? You’re allowed that desire; it is found in virtually all people. Don’t be embarrassed that you have it. By the same token, don’t be embarrassed when others tell you that you have achieved that desire. Allow yourself to feel good about it.”
I looked up at him, then reached up and kissed his cheek. “Thanks, Dad. I’ll try.”
As I turned around, Mom returned. My chin dropped. She was wearing two items of clothing. The first was a long, button-down shirt, of which three buttons were buttoned. The shirt was of a medium green but somewhat see-through. I think, however, that it would look opaque from longer distance and her breasts would not seem to be showing. The tails of the shirt hung to mid-thigh and entirely covered the skimpy, dark green bikini panty she was wearing, but which was quite noticeable at close range.
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