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July 29, 2017
Dear Ms. Diary,
I woke shortly after 6:00. That wasn’t a particular surprise, given our early night. Atypically, Rhee was not wrapped around me. Hmm. Maybe there are drawbacks to this bigger bed. However, that’s partly balanced by the material, which allowed me to exit the bed without disturbing Rhee. Since I had some time and felt the need to write, I wrote up yesterday’s diary entry and started this one. Rhee, at least, possibly the whole Gang, will be here tonight, so I don’t know when I’ll get to the rest of this day.
I may have to bite the bullet and let Rhee in on this diary. With Carol now being here overnight more often, Rhee will certainly be here, too, and my private writing time will greatly diminish, thus reducing the immediateness and, probably, accuracy of this account. To maintain those two features, I will have to write while Rhee is here, ergo ... Perhaps, tomorrow night, if she’s here.
[Added July 31]
I was talking at the kitchen table with Dad when Rhee walked in. She hugged Dad, then me.
“You could have woken me when you got up.”
“No, you looked so comfortable and cute, so I let you sleep.”
Rhee poured herself a bowl of cereal, added milk, and began eating.
“How’d you sleep, Rhee,” Dad asked, “on the new mattress?”
“Really well. I must have gotten nearly ten hours.”
“That seems to be the consensus in the master bedroom, too,” Sandy said as she entered the kitchen. “Of course, the exhilaratingly exhausting orgasms helped in that regard.” She reached Dad, bent over and kissed the top of his head. “It must be the extra women. Charlie was an animal last night.”
Sitting in what I suddenly remembered was my old seat, I saw Dad begin to object to Mom’s forthrightness. His mouth opened and his eyes scrunched up a bit, but he paused, closed his mouth, and slowly shook his head.
That’s great! Dad is becoming more and more comfortable with the overt sexiness of the household.
“He sure was,” agreed Carol as she entered.
I stood and moved to my new seat.
“This is pretty informal, Beth, you needn’t have moved places.”
“No, Carol, we both have to get used to the new seating, so it’s best if we just do it. If there were only a couple or a few of us, that might be a different story, as when I was talking with Dad while we were here alone.” I changed tacks. “I have one objection to the new bed: It’s too wide. When I woke, Rhee was only barely in reach.”
Mom chuckled. “I guess you need a third, then. I didn’t find that to be a problem at all.”
I rolled my eyes at her.
We chatted and breakfasted, discussing our plans for the day. Dad was going to the gym, Carol was going to move some clothing and other stuff from the Devlin house to here, and she and Dad were going to shop for an armoire to match the bedroom suite.
Well, that’s it. I will have to introduce Rhee to this diary.
Sandy, Rhee, Heather, and I arrived at Gracey’s shortly before 10:00 to find Liya and her waiting on the front porch. When they saw us pull up, they grabbed their gym bags from the steps and met us in the driveway.
“Gym bags,” I asked.
“Oh, didn’t you hear,” asked Liya. “We’re moving in. Gracey doesn’t want to live without her boyfriend a day longer.”
I quickly swiveled my head to Gracey who, even over her dark complexion, was obviously blushing. Rhee and Heather cracked up. I glanced at Mom to find a slight smile on her face, but her eyes flashing with pleasure. Supplicant/Mom was not lying about her avowal about the Gang. Liya’s smile lit up an already bright day.
When we heard the front door, we all looked up to see Mrs. García stepping onto the porch.
“Hi, Sandy, girls. Sandy, please take these troublemakers off my hands for a bit. That smaller troublemaker is getting too smart for me, and they’re both such sullen things.”
“I know what you mean, Inez. You’d think that they could at least smile every so often.”
Liya and Gracey belied that statement by grinning.
“Thanks, again, for taking the Terrible Twosome. I’ve got a paper to finish revising for publication. Nira, of course, is at that planning meeting for an astronomical convention next year.”
“Would it help you for us to keep the girls for the weekend? You could pick them up after practice on Monday.”
“You wouldn’t mind?”
“Absolutely not, Inez! We love having the girls.”
Mrs. García turned to Gracey. “What do you think Gracey? Would you two mind too much?”
“No, Mom. We would need another change of clothes. Oh, and I’d need practice clothes.” She turned to Sandy. “You really wouldn’t mind?”
“No, Gracey. Not at all.”
Gracey looked at Liya, who grinned at her. They bolted for the house.
“Oh, boy” I thought. “I won’t get to write diary entries until Monday.”
With the gym bags in the back, Heather and Liya sat seat-belted together into the front passenger seat of the Trooper. If we’re going to be carting the whole Gang frequently, we’re going to have to figure out seating for that many. We all know that this solution is illegal, but it is this or take two cars, and we have only one driver available.
Once on the way, Mom looked in the rearview and over to her right and said, “You’re all wearing brief undies, right? You won’t be allowed to try anything on without panties.”
We all replied in the affirmative.
Our first stop was a stand-alone shop whose clientele was probably supposed to be younger adult women. However, even I had heard of the place, due to it being popular with teenaged girls, too. Apparently, one could get risqué clothing there with no questions asked or eyebrows raised. At least, that is the word, although I did not know whether that would work for 14-year-olds as well as for high school juniors and seniors.
When Mom had announced the destination, Liya, who was sitting inside of Heather, turned to look at me in the middle of the back seat.
“Do you know anything, Liya,” I asked.
“I’ve heard lots of talk from the older girls. The place is supposed to have some crazy clothing, very provocative and stuff for the ... umm ... alternative-sex crowd. Of course, hanging with the wrong crowd the way I do, I’ve never seen the, pardon my French, slut girls wearing anything even as risqué as most of what we wore on Wednesday. So, who knows?”
“I have it on fairly good authority that this is the place to go to please, clothing-wise, the man in your life,” said Mom. “Of course, I’m a little concerned about being seen as the madam of an under-age brothel, but I think it’ll be fine.”
Mom smiled brightly at me in the rearview and at Liya and Heather. I was a bit nervous but figured that we did not have to buy anything here. However, other than Victoria’s Secret, I know not where else we could go for provocative clothing off the rack in the numbers of items that we want. Some of us, like Rhee and Gracey, could pass for older girls but we will see.
While I was nervous before setting foot in the place, I got caught up, like all of us, in the incredible range of ... let us say, “interesting” clothing. Liya was certainly right about the “alternative-sex crowd” clothing. There was lots of leather and rubber and stuff. I remember Rhee and I running across such online once and laughing about it. Well, here it was, out in the open, in a modern, well-lit store. I do not know what I imagined or expected about such clothing, but this place was not it.
There was also some very nice stuff ... some quite “normal” and other stuff that ranged from somewhat to quite risqué. We had a good time looking through the sizable selection, looking for stuff that, with some nerve, we could wear at home. I found a pair of black shorts that Liya Eeyah would rock, stretchy, tight, and somewhat translucent. Oh, and very brief and very low rise. I went into the changing cubicle with Liya when she tried them on. Even her low-rise bikini panty had a higher rise than the shorts.
“God, Liya, your exquisite ass looks even more so in those. You need to get them.”
“Oh, god. Thinking about wearing these for Dad is ... scary. Do you really think I should?”
“Absolutely! You’re turning me on in them.”
She looked straight into my eyes, then barely nodded and smiled a little, then said, “Okay. I’ll do it. Thanks. I’ll need a top.”
We went back out to the floor with the shorts in hand to find a suitable top. Altogether, we spent nearly two hours there and came away with quite a haul. Mom had had us try on various tops and bottoms; I lost track of all that she had found for us, although I had noted three particular clothing items that wound up in the stack of stuff that we took home.
For Gracey, she had found a crop top somewhat like the university shirt that I had gotten Rhee, but even more severely cropped. In fact, even from my eyes’ higher vantage, I could see under boob with the shirt on her. I was surprised that she modeled it for us outside of the changing cubicle, though still in the changing room. I also heard Mom say something about altering it. I just shook my head. For Rhee she picked out a white backless top that left lots of visible side boob and through which one could see the vague shape of her breasts, not to mention her areolae. For Liya, she had picked out something that I would be surprised to see her wear, but which Mom bought. It was a colorful, animal-print, low-rise boy short that was so cheeky that it exposed about half of that gorgeous ass. If she did wear it, Dad would probably be crazy about it.
She also bought a number of more-elegant items, though I knew not for whom she intended them. I was surprised at the size of the haul and aghast at the price: over $900. I stared at the back of Mom’s head while she was waiting for the credit-card slip to sign. She turned to look at me, smiled slightly and shook her head. I would consider this much more than a “substantial” stash of mad money.
We wound up not going to Victoria’s Secret, as we already had so much. As expected, Dad was not home when we returned, and would not be for quite a while. The six of us hauled all the stuff upstairs to the spare bedroom, whereupon Mom took the case off her sewing machine.
“Gracey,” she said as she captured Gracey’s attention. “Do you still trust me?”
“Oh, yes. Do with me and my clothes what you want.”
“All of you. Any of you are welcome to pull back from what might be considered the brink.” She looked seriously at each of us in turn; each of us held her gaze. She nodded. “I suspect that today’s ... umm ... showcase won’t be much more provocative than Wednesday’s. However, some of the stuff we have here and some other clothing that we can get will push the envelope ... push it hard. I don’t want anyone to feel pressured. This is entirely ... well, this is mostly for you and what you want to do. I admit that I’m getting a real kick out of it. It’s somewhat like I’m back in my teen years, again, though with a lot more leeway as to what is considered too far.
“Some of the clothes we have and some of my ideas would have you almost naked, though it would all be legal to wear in public, despite that it would certainly cause a scene. Of course, Gracey was already virtually naked on Wednesday, and even sitting in Charlie’s lap kissing him while wearing only a bikini panty. To paraphrase Liya, ‘That was brave, girl.’
“Liya, after Gracey, who definitely surprised me on Wednesday, I think of you as the next-most likely to have a problem with, if not today’s outfit, possibly tomorrow’s, and definitely the one after that. Are you okay? Remember, you can quit at any time without anyone here thinking less of you.”
Liya gathered her thoughts, then responded. “Oh, I’m scared ... well, very nervous. But after Wednesday, when Dad called my ass exquisite, I’ll get over any qualms I may have this weekend about whatever it is I wind up wearing. Since I don’t know what the third outfit is, I cannot predict how I’ll feel, but I really do want to push myself, particularly after Wednesday. But, do I highlight only my ass?”
“Oh, no, Liya,” Mom replied. “My thought on your third outfit will show off both your exquisite ass and your lovely shoulders, along with the rest of you. Of course, that gorgeous smile of yours is something that you should always show if you feel like it.”
Liya half-smiled in response to the last thing that Mom said, then responded, “You did say ‘almost naked,’ right?”
“I did. All of the ‘naughty bits’ will be covered.”
“Oh, lord,” Liya said as she rolled her eyes.
“So,” continued Mom, “no one wants to back out today, in which case, we need to get to work. First, I want to alter Gracey’s new shirt, since, with her show on Wednesday, I think that we can go a little crazy on it. With your permission, Gracey, I’d like to take most of the sides out of that shirt and put in a large window to your cleavage.”
“Uhh, well, Dad saw pretty much all of that on Wednesday, so, okay.”
“One final item. I don’t know if you’ve all thought of this, but, except in very certain circumstances, none of you should be entertaining wearing underwear of any sort with these outfits.”
I was looking at Liya when Mom said that. She knew that she was going to be showing a bit through those shorts I’d found for her. Liya swallowed hard but nodded her head. I pulled her aside and whispered in her ear.
“Have you considered ... umm ... shaving for those shorts?”
She turned her head and looked hard at me, then whispered, “You mean ... uhh ... down there?”
I nodded. “I could see a darker patch that was obviously your hair. Because it’s only partly see-through, with a shave, there would be no obvious dark patch, so it probably won’t be obvious that what’s seen is skin. Of course, they’re quite tight, so...”
“Yeah,” she whispered, “various ... shapes might be obvious.” She inhaled. “What do you think? What’s the lesser of two evils? Or, conversely, what’s the more-exciting presentation? Hair or ... or ... lips?”
“I don’t know. There’s no real way to be sure what would show if you did shave until you shaved, but then it’s too late to change your mind.”
“Have you ever done it?”
I shook my head. “But,” I said, not sure why I was doing this, “if you want to do it and need some moral support, I’ll do it, too.”
“You’d do that for me?”
“Of course, I would. I’d do almost anything for you, or any other of the Gang. I have thought of it recently, which is why it came to mind.”
“Well, what do you think that guys ... No, specifically, what do you think Dad would like best?”
“I have no idea. I’ve seen Mom recently, and she’s not shaved, so I don’t know. Certainly, in the online sex fiction, many guys seem to like it, with the shape of lips being visible through tight pants or whatever considered to be very much a turn-on. However, that’s fiction, so take that with however much salt you think is required. I have no clue about Dad’s thoughts on the subject.”
“Do you have a clue at what I’ll be wearing below tomorrow?” I nodded. “Will being shaved or not be apparent?”
“No, but you’ll certainly want to trim, at least.”
“I’ll think on it.” I nodded.
Mom and the Gang spent the next couple hours altering a few things; not all alteration ideas were Mom’s. Gracey’s black shirt became more hole or window than shirt. With a huge portion of the sides cut out, she showed extensive side boob in a shirt that already showed under boob. The window on her cleavage, well, she could have put an entire breast through that window with room to spare. It showed almost down to her areolae and halfway across each breast. While she was modeling, it became obvious that she was going to have to move very circumspectly. With the shirt she wore a short, very low-rise, white skirt.
Mom paired Liya’s stretchy, black, very-brief shorts with a bright yellow, off-shoulder, loose-sleeve, crop top with a bit of a ruffle across the chest. It showed nothing of her breasts but exposed her lovely shoulders and showed off her taut tummy, particularly as the shorts covered only to barely above her mons. Between Gracey and Liya, there were square miles of bare skin between tops and bottoms.
Heather’s outfit took a page from her green tops. It was a velour minidress in a medium gray. It was very tight and ended only a few inches below her crotch. As with her green tops, I really wanted to rub on her pretty little titties. Mom had made a circular window in it to show off much of her midriff, with that window including the very bottom edges of her small breasts and nearly down to her mons.
Rhee’s outfit for tonight, the “tame” one of the three, was a black, microfiber bodysuit with legs halfway down her thighs. It had such a low back that it was nearly backless. The deep plunge in front, which Mom altered to be deeper, showed the inner third of each boob and down her middle to about halfway between belly button and mons. My pussy began salivating when I saw it on her.
Finally, Mom surprised me with a mid-calf-length button-down dress in a coral-and gray print. When I put it on, she ‘tsked’ at me and proceeded to undo most of the buttons, leaving only three buttoned. The top one of those three was well below the level of my breasts and the lowest was right at my pussy. When I walked in it, the tails (at least, if it were a shirt, they would be tails) alternately covered and uncovered each leg virtually entirely.
I was dripping thinking about Dad’s reactions to our outfits. What was I going to do about that with no undies?
Hey, Mom,” Heather said. “Could we put on a fashion show?”
Mom’s eyes got big and she smiled. “Good idea! Why didn’t I think of that? I’ll add to it. What do you think about a fashion show each night? We can do just tonight’s clothes tonight, but both tonight’s and tomorrow night’s tomorrow night. We could do it like a real fashion show, at least, a little bit like a real fashion show in that each of us needs to change quickly between outfits. Then, whenever the third night is, we can do all three outfits each. What do you think?”
Heather squealed. “That’s great! What do the rest of you think?”
“Where would we do it,” asked Liya, “and where would we change?”
“The show should be in the living room, while we change in the kitchen.”
Gracey chimed in. “Do we get an assessment from Dad, like on Wednesday?”
“I think we should,” responded Rhee. “We’re putting ourselves on the spot for Dad, so he should return the favor.”
Liya opted not to shave, which was fine by me, though four of us did do extensive trims; Heather’s hair is so pale and sparse that there was not anything to trim. We donned “normal” clothes for what was left of the afternoon. Gracey and Liya worked up invitations to tonight’s fashion show, while the rest of us helped Mom deal with dinner. Dad and Carol returned from their successful search for an armoire, saying that it would be delivered on Monday. Rhee and I will probably have to get her a bit more clothing storage space for our room since she will be here much more, now.
After Dad and Carol changed into more-casual clothing and joined the Gang and Mom in the kitchen, Carol said, somewhat loudly, “I have an announcement to make.”
All heads turned to her.
“Most of us already know what I’m about to announce, so this is really for the benefit of Gracey, Liya, and Heather. I really hope that my announcement doesn’t have a negative impact on the relationships among all of us, but I can imagine that it might. However, as much as I’d like to avoid any possibility of any of you three girls looking askance at me or anyone else, I, and we, owe you truthfulness.
“When the Gang of Five had its weekend-long sleepover, I was spending the weekend honeymooning with my new husband...” After a very long pause, during which the three girls got big-eyed, as they knew well with whom she’d supposedly spent the weekend, she added, “and wife.”
She looked specifically at those three and said, “I will tell you most of the story if you three want or need it, but I have unofficially married into Charlie’s and Sandy’s marriage. As a result, Rhee and I will be spending much of our time from here on in this house. Obviously, you all had to know at least that much.”
Heather nearly vaulted out of her chair and hugged Carol tightly. “Congratulations, Carol. I’m happy for you.”
Liya and Gracey still looked a bit dumbfounded, and were looking back-and-forth between Carol and Sandy, occasionally looking at Charlie. Carol was looking over Heather’s head at those two.
“Gracey, Liya, do you have concerns?”
I saw them look at each other and, as per usual, Gracey deferred to Liya, who was the more outspoken of the two.
“We don’t have concerns. We’re just a little ... well, make that quite a bit surprised. From both sides ... all three sides of the equation. Since Sandy seems to be wearing her Mona Lisa smile, I take it that she’s perfectly comfortable with the situation, if not enjoying it tremendously. I cannot imagine that Charlie would have any objections to having two very attractive women. In which case, the two of us extend the same congratulations as Heather.”
Liya stood, followed immediately by Gracey, and the two of them enveloped Carol. Meanwhile, Heather was hugging Mom. She then stepped over to Dad and hugged him. She looked out of the corner of her eye at me, then I saw the corner of her mouth turn up. She got up on tippy-toe and kissed Dad on the lips.
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