Rhapsody Suite
Seven
“TONY! YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE what happened.” She tossed an overnight bag on the floor and turned to give me a big hug.
“Um… uh… Bree?” I asked, completely lost.
“Well, at least you remembered my name. I came down this afternoon to cheer you on. I got so caught up in your match this evening that I never got to the hotel to check in. Can you believe they gave my room away? I am so miffed.”
“What are you doing here?” I asked, still clueless.
“I just explained. Sonia and I flipped a coin to see who would represent the cheer squad in learning about our newest school sport. I won, so I caught a flight this afternoon with Coach Jacobson. Well, not exactly with him, but we were on the same flight. I don’t think he even knew I was there.”
“Sam came down?” I was such a great conversationalist. I was sounding dumber and dumberer.
“Yeah. Didn’t you know? He was watching your last match with your coach. Who, by the way, is one of the hottest chicks I’ve ever seen. So, we’re trying to figure out if racquetball is a sport that will be good for cheerleading, but it seems kind of crowded. Are all the courts like that with just a glass wall at one end? You couldn’t have more than a few dozen fans at a competition.”
“Most courts are like that until you get to The Ektelon Nationals. They set up a glass cage in the middle of an arena for the final rounds at least. I went to watch Opens a couple of years ago and there were almost a thousand competitors. But it’s not really an NCAA sport, so I don’t think there are cheerleaders.” I lost my train of thought for a moment as Bree was taking off her sweater and shoes. “What are you doing here?”
“I told you…”
“No. I mean here,” I insisted, waving at the walls. “In my room.”
“Oh. Well, since they gave away my room and we’re sort of teammates, I was hoping that you wouldn’t mind company tonight. I thought it would be a great way to get to know you better.”
“I’ve got to get to bed and get sleep. I’ve got a match at nine tomorrow morning and I can’t be staying up all night.”
“Oh, I understand the athlete during competition thing. I won’t keep you awake or make any crippling sexual demands on you—though personally I think the whole thing about abstaining from sex before a game is stupid. But I’ll wait till you’re finished for that. I can sleep on the couch.”
“There’s no waiting for that,” I said. “I’ve got… uh… a girlfriend.”
“Really? Who?”
I almost answered that question and caught myself just in time. I would have regretted that, I was sure. I was so thrown by this little redhead prancing into my room and making like she was going to sleep with me that I wasn’t thinking straight.
“A cute cheerleader from PCAD,” I said vaguely.
“Which one? Let’s see. There was the dyke, the little chub, and two pretty cute girls. One was tall and skinny and the other one had sort of reddish hair and looked soft all over. That’s the one, isn’t it?”
“Yeah” I agreed. “That’s Melody. But hey! Sandra’s not a chub. She’s a little Rubenesque but…”
“No offense. I was just trying to get to the right one. So, I’ll clear it with your girlfriend before I fuck you. I’ll tell her it’s part of your initiation into the athletic department. Mind if I take the first shower? Since we’re not doing anything tonight, there’s no reason to shower together. Don’t want you to have rubbery legs in the morning. Unless you’d rather…?”
With that, she grabbed her bag and disappeared into the bathroom. I heard the shower turn on as soon as the door closed.
I grabbed my phone and sent a text to Lissa and Melody that just said, “You wouldn’t believe what just happened.” My phone had just vibrated with a message when there was another knock at my door. I saw Melody had sent the return text asking “what?” and figured Lissa had just come next door to find out. I swung the door open as I started to text Melody back.
Allison Perkins breezed in the door, gave me a kiss on the cheek, strode straight to the bed, and started stripping her clothes off. She was only wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt, so it didn’t take long before she was naked.
“I thought maybe you could fill in some of the details in your sketch,” she said, striking a pose that was similar to the one I’d sketched of her on the court. She looked a whole lot better than she had in her shorts and t-shirt. The muscle definition I’d seen in her legs continued right up into her butt and her back. And I could see for sure now why her sports bra was having such a tough job. I was about to reach for my sketchbook.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked instead. “You can’t just come into a guy’s room and take your clothes off. I’ve got a girlfriend.”
“Do you know how much I had to work myself up in order to do this? Just get out your sketchbook and draw me before I lose my nerve. God!”
She was definitely flushed and I was not going to let the opportunity to sketch her go to waste, so I started rummaging in my bag. Of course, that’s when Bree walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel and stared at Allison.
“Tony!” Bree said. “You didn’t tell me we were partying, tonight!”
“Is that your girlfriend?” Allison asked, mortified. “Oh god!”
Allison started scrambling to get to her sweats back on, but Bree just stripped off her towel so she was standing as naked as Allison. Damn! Bree looked good, too. She had the pale skin and scatter of freckles of a true redhead and if there was any doubt left, the triangle of hair above her pussy proved the carpet matched the drapes, as they say. Allison stopped dressing with one foot in her sweats and the other raised as Bree approached her. Allison towered over the redheaded cheerleader. Each time she hopped a little, those incredible breasts did incredible things. Bree definitely took control when she hauled Allison’s head down with her hand and planted a searing kiss on her lips.
I still had my phone in my hand from my unfinished message to Melody and Lissa. I held it up and took a picture of the two naked girls standing next to my bed and sent it along with a message that just said “WTF! Help!”
“Tony, this will be so much fun! I like this one,” Bree said.
“Honest, I didn’t know his girlfriend was here,” Allison scrambled. “I just wanted him to draw me. Like in the action sketches he was doing earlier.”
“Oh yeah,” Bree responded. “Let’s give him some real action to draw.” She was standing on her tiptoes so she could reach Allison’s mouth with her own. She kept one foot on the ground and raised the other to wrap her left leg around Allison’s hips and pull them together.
“Oh god, you’re luscious,” Allison whimpered as she lost her balance and the two fell back onto the bed.
Just then there was another knock on the door. I just opened it while I was staring at the two of them. For all I knew it could be another girl or both of their boyfriends. I was too dazed to care.
Lissa walked into the room. She looked at me with a little smirk on her face and then turned to the girls and cleared her throat. They looked over at her and then both jumped up off the bed and faced Lissa, looking terrified. That was amusing. Allison had a nicely trimmed landing strip above very pouty lips that were beginning to open and show her arousal. I wasn’t sure how much of that she’d been sporting when she came into the room and how much was a result of Bree’s steamy attack. And they both had tits to die for. Bree’s nipples were a little bigger, and lighter in color than Allison’s. For as big as Allison’s boobs were, though, her areolae and nipples were delicate and perched high. Both girls stood straight at attention as they faced Lissa.
“Coach Grant,” Bree said. Allison’s mouth just worked up and down. I knew from our earlier conversation that she was in awe of Lissa already.
“Ma’am,” she finally squeaked out. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to… I only wanted to… I mean…”
“Ladies,” Lissa said firmly, “I don’t want to hear it. But there are rules. He’s out of play with a match in the morning. You are free to stay here, but no room service, no liquor, and no pay per view movies. Do you understand?”
“Yes ma’am,” Bree said. Her eyes were about as big around as saucers and Allison was still near tears at being caught like this by her idol.
Lissa didn’t respond. She just grabbed my hand and dragged me out of the room before the girls could say anything else. In a heartbeat we were inside Lissa’s room and she started giggling like a little girl.
“You have got to check the peep-hole before you open your door, Tony!” she laughed. “Did they come in together or one at a time?”
“One at a time. I’m sorry, Lissa. Bree just marched in and said she’d come to cheer at the match and the hotel gave her room away and that she was going to have to sleep on my couch. Then she went in to take a shower and Allison came in. She just stripped off her clothes, posed, and asked me to draw her. Then Bree…”
By that time Lissa was laughing so hard she had tears rolling down her cheeks. My phone had been chiming every thirty seconds since I sent the photo message. I finally looked at it and there were a dozen messages from Melody asking what was going on and if I was okay.
Lissa and I both started texting her back as fast as we could. Melody was sending back “LOL” and “ROFLMAO” messages. Finally, she sent one back that just said, “Please stop. In tears!”
I quit messaging and dialed her.
“Eight!” was the first thing she said when she answered the phone. I could hear voices laughing in the background. “I told you Bree wanted to get naked with you. I might have to kill her. I like that Allison, though. She’s got balls!”
“Um… not that I could see. And I’m pretty sure I’d have noticed.” Lissa signaled me to put it on speakerphone. She could hear the laughter at the other end.
“Who’s with you, Little One?” she asked.
“Oh, we’re all here, sweetheart. Amy, Sandra, and Kate. I’m sorry, Tony and Lissa. I couldn’t keep us a secret from them. Amy and Sandra knew and Kate…” Lissa looked at me and raised an eyebrow. I could tell she was a little worried. I was confident that Melody wouldn’t have told them if there was any doubt that they’d keep our secret, but for Lissa’s sake I had to say something after they’d chimed out their “Hi’s” in the background.
“Ladies,” I said, “you all know how difficult this could be on Melody and me. But it could be really hard on Lissa if people found out we were… you know… with my coach. You’re our friends, though, and we don’t want to be isolated from everyone we know. Just, please, treat our relationship in confidence, okay?”
“Hey, this is Amy. We’re all for you and wouldn’t do a thing to hurt you. If anything, we three are a little jealous. Just be our friends, okay?”
“You got it, Amy,” I agreed.
“This is Kate. I just want to say thank you for including me. I like having friends. And, yeah. Ditto.”
“You know me,” Sandra said. “I’ll just be hanging around waiting my turn. Seriously, we all love you three and won’t tell a soul. You have our word. We’re really happy for you.”
“Thank you,” Lissa said. “Would you all mind if we take this off speaker phone now so Tony and I can say goodnight to our sweetheart?” Everybody said goodnight and good luck tomorrow. We could hear the difference as Melody put the phone to her ear.
“You guys headed for bed now?” she asked.
“Yeah” I offered. “I’ve got a match at nine.”
“I miss you. Wish I was there.”
“Wish you were here, too, honey,” Lissa said. “It’s going to be hard sleeping with this guy when he can’t fool around. Our boy needs his rest. We love you.”
“I bet it will be hard,” Melody giggled. “Cuddle each other for me, okay?”
“Love you, Melody. ’Night.” I said. I breathed a big sigh and turned to Lissa after I disconnected. “Are you worried, lover?”
Lissa shook her head. “I don’t think it’s a good idea to make us general knowledge on the competition circuit or in the athletic department. Technically, I’m not faculty, so I don’t think there’d be many questions from SCU. PCAD seems to allow a little more artistic license in relationships, but when word is out to a few, you’ve got to assume that everyone knows. I don’t want you and Melody to suffer because of me, but I’m glad you’ve got friends.”
“We’ve got friends, Lissa. Those girls will be just as good friends to you if you let them. Speaking of which, I hope you’ll introduce us to some of your friends soon,” I said. “You know, Lissa, it’s not about Melody and me. It’s about the three of us together.”
“Let’s take it slow, Tony. I want everything with you, but I’m just not ready to face the PTA, okay?” She kissed me gently and whispered, “Someday.”
We just held each other, standing there in the middle of a hotel room a thousand miles from home. Right then I was ready to skip the rest of the tournament and just take her to bed with me.
“Look, it’s almost midnight. Get yourself in bed.”
“I’ll sleep on the couch.”
“Nonsense. Just because we’re not having sex tonight doesn’t mean we can’t cuddle up and sleep together. Since it seems your bed is occupied, I couldn’t stand it if you didn’t sleep in my arms.”
Lissa and I ordered room service breakfast in the morning. It was good and light. I was definitely ready for the challenge on the courts. We opened the door to my room next door cautiously after knocking lightly. I wasn’t sure what to expect. It was quiet and the girls who invaded the night before were gone. The bed, however, showed signs of active use—very active. All the towels were wet, too. I guess they just got out early. I grabbed my bag and we headed for the rec hall.
That’s where the shit hit the fan.
It was a neat display; I had to give them credit for that. They’d commandeered what used to be the message board where you could post notes for other people at the event. Now the board held a nice display of my drawings from yesterday. Over the top was a neatly printed sign that read “Action sketches from the competition by SCU/PCAD competitor Tony Ames.”
I groaned and Lissa sent me to get ready while she went to find Bree and Allison. Her lips were set in a firm line as she left.
When I went to my locker, the entire bay cleared out. The other competitors just turned their backs and walked out of the locker room. I walked to my court for warmups and recognized my opponent as Wally Barnes. He was the same guy that sent me Jim yesterday afternoon. Apparently, Wally’d been defeated last night. He was one of the few guys that I’d sketched.
I held out my hand to greet him and he turned his back on me. It was a quiet warm-up. The ref called attention and announced the game. Wally won the toss and took the ball to serve. Just as he bounced the ball for service, I heard him mutter, “Eat shit, faggot.”
Comments
Please feel free to send comments to the author at devon@devonlayne.com.
