Rhapsody Suite
Four
“YOU TWO CAN USE THE SPA if you want to before bed,” Lissa said. “I’ve put clean towels in your room.” She was nervous. It was different than being with her before. She was ready to go to bed alone and send us to the guest room because of the boys. I could understand. Gosh. You don’t want your kids seeing an endless parade of sex partners staying in your bedroom overnight. But we weren’t an endless parade, and sex wasn’t strictly necessary for us to be together. This wasn’t going to work.
“Lissa, do your kids have friends?” I asked.
“Of course.”
“Do they ever have sleepovers?” I continued.
“Yes.”
“Do you make the other kids stay in the guestroom?”
“No,” she answered, grasping my line of thinking.
“We’re your boyfriend and girlfriend. The boys already know that. We’re having a sleepover. We don’t intend to leave you alone tonight.”
“I can’t go in the spa while the boys are here,” Lissa persisted. “I need to be able to hear them.”
“Why don’t you and Melody relax in the tub for a while,” I said. “I’ve got some planning work to do in my Daytimer that I don’t want to put off until after break. I have to figure out what needs to be completed before I take time off for the championships. I can listen for the boys.”
Lissa looked at me with her mouth open, making little movements that looked like a fish. Melody took her hand and led her away while I spread my things out on the breakfast bar. I don’t know if Lissa was more surprised at being relieved of child duty for an hour or that I was working ahead on my schedule.
An hour later, Melody padded out in her bare feet, wearing nothing but a towel. She kissed me soundly and then whispered in my ear. I closed my books and turned off the kitchen light. When I got to the bedroom, I found Lissa sprawled on her stomach in the middle of the bed. One lamp lit the corner of the room, shedding a soft glow. Melody had begun stroking Lissa’s head, massaging her scalp. I contemplated sketching the scene, but instead I undressed and crawled up to join them on Lissa’s other side. Melody handed me a bottle of body oil. While she continued to work on Lissa’s scalp, I warmed oil in my hands and went to work on her shoulders.
She was tight. Even after the long soak in the tub, Lissa was carrying tension that she just couldn’t let go. I kneaded her muscles, alternating between deep pressure to work out the kinks, and gentle long strokes to simply soothe and relax her. Pretty soon, Melody had oil on her hands and together we worked from her shoulders down both arms at once. Melody and I watched each other carefully. Neither of us is a trained massage therapist, but we just figured out what would feel good if we were in that position and as one of us tried something, the other would mimic it. We seemed to be doing a pretty good job, based on the sighs and little moans that came from Lissa and the lessening tension in the muscles we touched.
It was good almond oil and before long Lissa’s skin was glistening. Melody worked high on Lissa’s back as I moved into her lower back where she was just as tight as her shoulders had been. As we moved together, Melody and I were touching each other as well, our sides and arms pressed together above Lissa. As I ran my hands up Lissa’s sides, they slipped under Melody’s hands and Melody stroked up my arms, then back down onto Lissa’s back as I slid down toward her butt. As Melody followed my hands down the curve of her back, she turned and gave me a kiss and we continued our massage.
I think we found a hundred ways to massage the spectacular globes of Lissa’s butt—palms caressing, fingers probing, jiggling, tapping, pressing, stroking. And eventually kissing each beautiful cheek as we moved down to her legs.
I could make love to Lissa’s legs for hours. By the look in her eyes, so could Melody. From the sounds we were hearing, I didn’t think Lissa would object. I’ve always loved legs, but watching a cute girl in a short skirt couldn’t even compare to putting both hands around a Lissa’s thighs and letting my thumbs follow the line of her muscles to her ankles. Lissa’s body is so tight there’s pretty much no butt-ledge. It was a clean, unbroken line as our hands took long strokes from her waist to her ankles. The calves that guys appreciate so much when they see them in a pair of high heels are so delicate beneath the fingers that I wanted to cradle them gently, not just rub.
I was acutely aware of Melody’s body pressing against mine as we worked on our lover together. She reached across to put a hand on each cheek and drag her fingertips sensuously down Lissa’s sculpted legs. To get a better angle, she knelt between Lissa’s legs. I moved behind her and reached over her to follow her hands with my own. When Melody reached to start the stroke again, I let my oily hands flow from Lissa’s legs onto Melody’s, stroking upward from where she knelt and moving across her tummy and breasts. Melody’s breath caught and she ground her butt into my erection for a moment before we both moved back and each lifted one of Lissa’s feet to massage.
Lissa once joked to me that she was a classic runway model—tall, skinny, and big feet. True, since at 5'10" she was as tall as me, and her size-ten feet were as big as mine. There was nothing clunky or out of proportion, though. Her feet were long and thin, with high arches. Her toes were as delicate as her fingers and it made me just want to suck them into my mouth. Melody caught my eye and winked. Then we both lowered our mouths and bathed her toes with our tongues. Her feet aren’t very ticklish, which was a good thing. I’d have had a paroxysm if they’d been doing to me what we were doing to Lissa.
When we finally petted her feet for the last time, I reached under Lissa and gently rolled her over. A little smile played on her lips but she kept her eyes closed as we started the whole process over again. Maybe it was a little more interesting for us since this trip down included those beautiful breasts, but as sensuous as the massage was, it wasn’t overtly sexual. Oh, Melody and I were certainly teasing each other with stray strokes and we sure didn’t ignore Lissa’s breasts. Melody couldn’t resist a little lick of each of Lissa’s nipples. I was always between half-hard and hard. There was enough sexual edge just because we were enjoying ourselves and each other so much.
When I started rubbing circles on Lissa’s tummy, Melody linked her fingers through mine so it was like two hands and twenty fingers. Lissa was quaking as we moved down, carefully avoiding her plump labia and working the last of the tension out of her quads. I glanced over at the bedside clock and realized with a shock that we’d been massaging Lissa for an hour and a half. Little trembles kept going through her body and she kept moaning in a high-pitched whine. Melody and I linked hands once again as we settled down on either side of Lissa and with our joined fingers, we reached down and stroked Lissa’s pussy from bottom to top one time.
We didn’t penetrate anything, didn’t part her folds or try to find her clit, but with that one stroke, Lissa came up off the bed arching her back so that only her shoulders and heels were touching the sheets. The scream was ear-piercing. Not only was there a flood of juices from her pussy, but an equal flood sprang from her eyes as they flew open looking wildly around. They fixed first on me and then on Melody. Lissa’s arms came around the two of us and hugged us close to her as she sobbed.
“I love you. I love you both,” she gasped. “Oh god, I love you so much. And I’m so scared. Tony, Melody—please don’t ever let me leave you. Please. Oh god, I love you! Please. Please.”
The sobs diminished as we kissed her eyes, her cheeks, and her lips, whispering words of comfort and assuring her that we would always be with her. We settled down and in a few minutes Lissa was sleeping, cradled in our arms. Melody looked at me. I whispered, “I love you.” She smiled and slipped out of bed. She put on a robe and padded down the hall to check on the boys and make sure that our lovemaking hadn’t woken them. She slipped back into bed with a smile on her face and put both hands on one side of her face to show me they were asleep.
Soon, we were too.
Spring break went way too quickly. We spent the entire week at Lissa’s house. Lissa still had to work, but we put more time in at the club, practicing every day. I was feeling strong and my game was the best it’s ever been. Sam Jacobson came by and went over the registration information for the championships in Tempe. He gave Lissa our tickets and hotel reservations.
Melody and I went downtown to the Market one day. I’d lived in Seattle for seven months, just ten blocks from Pike Place Market, and had never visited. We picked up some fresh vegetables and fish, found some really good orange coated almonds, and tried on silly hats. We were sitting at a little café on the second floor when Melody suddenly pointed down the stairs. I had to shift my position around a little before I saw Kate taking an order from the counter and leaving the restaurant.
“I didn’t know she was staying in town,” I said. “Where does she live?”
“I don’t know, but she’s always alone. I suppose we should be more friendly.”
We met Lissa at the club at three that afternoon and Melody took the car to go get dinner started. It was an odd practice. John brought in a doubles team and I played against both of them. By the time they finished kicking my butt, I was exhausted. I wanted nothing more than a long hot soak. I had to cut it short to be out front when Melody picked us up. Dinner was delicious.
I spent a lot of time with my planner, figuring out what I was going to have to finish in order to go to the championships in April. Once I saw it, I surprised both Melody and Lissa by actually researching and writing my next Art History paper in advance. It was a good paper, too. I was really going to make this work.
I got inspired one evening as I saw Lissa running hot steamy water in the Jacuzzi in the master bath. All of a sudden, I could see her in a painting. She was expecting me to undress and join her since we’d had another hard practice, but instead I asked if I could draw her. What an unbelievable model. She sat quietly on the edge of the tub with her feet in the water for twenty minutes while I drew. When I asked her to turn her head and look at me over her left shoulder, the image was perfect. We had to run more hot water before we actually got in the tub. By that time, Melody had joined us, too, and we just soaked for an hour, laughing and talking. Life was so good.
When classes started again, I thought the buzz about the mural would die down. Instead, the work of finishing it kept the Fundies class busy with Doc Henredon and there seemed to be a lot of students who came to watch. I got a couple of notes handed to me by girls I’d never spoken to before, volunteering to model for me. Apparently, Melody was right about girls wanting to see themselves through my eyes or something. Of course, Sandra was right, too. Melody was asked out four times the first week we were back at school. She smirked when she told them all she’d have to ask her girlfriend.
When one guy saw us holding hands, he stopped us in the hall and said, “I thought you had a girlfriend. What are you doing with him?”
“She said it was all right to sleep with Tony as long as I shared with her,” Melody promptly replied. “And there’s enough of him to keep us both happy.” The guy stared at us all the way down the hall.
By midweek, it seemed like everywhere I went there was a buzz about the mural and—to my surprise—the upcoming racquetball tournament. There was actually a poster in one of the halls that had the date of the tournament and a huge “Go Team PCAD” with my picture on it. I finally figured out that Amy and Sandra had put it together. After we turned in our projects for Ms. Brock on Monday, she announced there’d be no class Wednesday afternoon, so I found myself at a cafeteria table at noon with Melody, Amy, and Sandra, able to relax and shoot the bull. We were laughing like crazy at lunch and it felt good to be surrounded by my friends. Friends. It was a concept I was beginning to accept.
“So, don’t be offended, but I gotta ask,” Amy said. She leaned across the table to Melody and me conspiratorially. “How’s it work? You know, with you guys?” She waved three fingers in the air. I was in way too good a mood to be offended. It was a little personal, but I decided to amp it up a notch.
“Well, Amy, I thought you knew about these things. It’s pretty simple. You insert Tab A into Slot B.” Amy choked on her drink, but she wasn’t about to concede the point.
“But what about Slot C?” she persisted.
“Well, usually there’s a Tab D for that.”
“Wait,” Sandra broke in. “You’ve only got one… thing… right? How can there be a Tab…” I stuck my tongue out at her. “Oh. Oh! Oh my god! I think I just wet my panties.”
“Well at least you’re wearing some today,” Melody cracked. Sandra turned pink.
“Excuse me.” We looked up and Kate was standing next to us with her lunch tray. “Can I join you?” We all scooted over and welcomed her to the table.
“Speaking of wet panties…” Melody whispered to me as she moved closer. I grimaced at her and raised my eyebrow. She giggled.
“Hi Kate,” I said. “How’s it going?”
“Um… pretty good. Not as good as it seems to be for you, but not bad. I… uh… wanted to wish you luck in the tournament. Wish I could come and watch you play.”
“Yeah. Too bad there isn’t a fan bus to Tempe,” Amy said. “We could all go down.”
“Are you going, Melody?” Kate asked.
“Nah. I wish. I can’t afford to just go jetting off somewhere. I’m leaving him in Lissa’s capable hands.”
“Lissa? The model?” Kate was fumbling for words, but you could see the questions all over her face.
“Lissa’s my racquetball coach,” I said. “SCU is paying for one athlete and one coach to go to regionals.”
“Wow!” Kate practically gushed. “So it’s true you’re transferring to SCU?”
“Not exactly. It’s a new joint program. I’ll be doing simultaneous degrees at both schools. They had to enroll me in one credit of PE practicum and accept all my PCAD credits in order to make it legal for me to compete. The PE class is strictly pass/fail.” Everybody laughed at the thought that I was getting a Phys Ed credit while going to art school. Sometimes life is just too ridiculous for words.
“Two degrees?” Kate asked. “That sounds like an awful lot of work.”
“Not so unusual at universities,” I explained. “Lots of people do double majors or multiple degrees. This just takes it across school boundaries. A lot of the courses will count toward both degrees, but if it all works out, I’ll get a BFA in Studio Art and a BA in something. That still hasn’t been finalized. It could take me an extra year, though.”
“Yeah. It still sounds like a lot of work.”
I’ve heard it said that there’s a lull in conversation every fifteen minutes or something and that an entire room will go silent at the same time. It looked like we’d just hit that in the cafeteria, but I could tell there was something more on Kate’s mind. She wasn’t the most sociable girl in the school and most of us thought she was stuck up. But I was beginning to think that she was really just shy. Finally, she turned to Melody and whispered.
“Is it really you in the painting?”
Melody grinned.
“Yeah, that’s my dimply ass sticking out in the admin hall.”
“Did you… I mean… did he… really…?” Kate babbled, clearly unable to form a complete sentence.
“Did I pose?”
“Yeah.”
“Mmm hmm. And it’s not as easy as it looks.”
“How did you ever get up the courage to… to undress… in front… oh god!” Kate’s face was so flushed that I was afraid she’d pass out. She really wanted to know what went on!
“Somebody wants to get naked in front of your boyfriend, Melody,” Sandra giggled.
I could have strangled her. I thought Kate was going to bolt right then and there. Instead, a tear escaped from one eye and Melody wrapped an arm around her to keep her from running.
“You’re a fine one to talk,” she snapped.
Sandra had the good graces to blush a little herself. I could still see those plump breasts and huge nipples in front of my face if I closed my eyes. Melody turned to Kate and gave her a squeeze.
“I know what you’re feeling,” Melody said. “And you’re right. I actually considered getting drunk before I did it. Remember when we goaded Tony into posing in class? Did it turn you on?”
“No!” Kate almost shouted. There were clear smirks on all three girls’ faces. Kate dropped her head a little and whispered, “Not at the time.”
“Well,” Melody continued, “I just kept thinking about what it must have been like for Tony to be on the other side of the easel.”
“So you just… stripped and posed?”
“Wellllll…” Melody teased. “We got the sex thing out of the way first.”
It was my turn to choke on my food. Kate’s mouth was hanging open. I was afraid she’d pass out from hyperventilating. This was definitely more than I was prepared to listen to. I didn’t know what Melody was up to, but I was superfluous to this discussion.
“I’m going over to the gym a little early and do some stretching before practice,” I offered. “I’ll see you guys later on.”
“See you later, Tony,” they all chorused.
“Sure. See you.” I took off. Sorry, Kate, but I’m leaving you to the wolves!
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