Rhapsody Suite
Ten
“DAD, I’D LIKE TO TELL YOU about my girlfriends,” I said, leaning over the seat to look at him. He’d jumped in the back of the car to give me room to stretch my swollen ankle.
Well, there it was. I’d started the conversation. Dinner had been nice and I was finally feeling like I’d come to grips with the outcome of the tournament. If I’d gone back in to play, I might have beaten Rob, but there was an equal chance that I’d have done serious—maybe even permanent—injury to my ankle. That would have put me out of competition and maybe out of my scholarship. Lissa and Sam figured it out. That’s what coaches are for. So now that the three of us were in the car, I had to talk to Dad.
“Both those little cuties at dinner tonight? Tony, I’m proud of you, but don’t you think it would be nice to share with the other guys? You don’t have to take all the best girls.” He was making light of it. Well, that was a good sign.
“Allison and Bree aren’t my girlfriends, Dad.”
“I know, son. I was trying to make a joke. Why don’t you tell me about you and Lissa?” I think both of us snapped our heads around to look at Dad. “Sam said you had a unique relationship. I’m a little surprised that the school would allow that between a coach and athlete.”
“We came as a package deal. I was involved with Lissa before I got the offer from SCU and PCAD. We’ve been friends for months and lovers for weeks.”
“I understand, son. Lissa, I don’t know too much of your background, but I could tell right away that you meant more to Tony than just being his coach.”
“Tony’s very important to me, Mr. Ames,” Lissa said.
“Tony, your mom and I had a long, agonizing talk last fall. Remember when we dropped you off at school?”
“Yes. I didn’t think Mom was going to hold it together without crying in the parking lot. Um… I didn’t quite hold it together all the way to my room.”
“Well, you were scarcely out of sight before she broke down. But we took a couple of extra days as we drove back to Nebraska—went down to Napa Valley and drank some wine. And we talked. A lot. We talked about the fact that you were truly a man now. We always want to be there for you when you need us, but you won’t need us as much. We also decided that as much as we can, we will support your life decisions. As long as they are decent people, we won’t reject any friend or girlfriend you have. Lissa, we might not understand why a woman who is a little older and probably more experienced than our son is so interested in him, but you showed tonight that you have his best interests at heart. Deborah and I will welcome you into our lives as long as you and Tony are together.”
Lissa was crying. She kept wiping tears out of her eyes so she could see the road. I squeezed her thigh with my left hand and realized that my dad reached forward and had a hand on each of our shoulders.
“Thank you, Mr. Ames. Just from knowing Tony, I knew I’d love you and your wife, too.”
“Please. Call me Saul and my wife is Deborah. We’re all adults here. Speaking of which, I should call her and introduce you.”
“Um… Dad… There’s more.”
“Oh?”
“I said girlfriends, remember?”
“Oh, dear. This is complicated.”
“I guess so. Before you call Mom, I’d like to call Melody and introduce her to you, too. We’re not exactly a couple. We’re a trio.”
“Ah. A ménage à trois. You are all involved with each other?”
“I love Melody every bit as much as I love Tony,” Lissa said as she pulled into a parking spot at the hotel. “I never thought about using the French word. It’s always used with such temporary connotations.”
I dialed Melody and put her on speaker phone.
“Tony! I love you!” came clear across the connection.
“Guess what, sweetie. We just found out there’s a word for us. Ménage à trois.”
“French. What does it mean?”
“Literally, ‘household of three’,” my dad answered automatically. Melody gasped.
“Tony, is that…?”
“My dad,” I completed. “Lissa is here, too.”
“Hi, darling. We miss you.”
“Hi, Lissa. Uh… Mr. Ames, I guess that means Tony told you about us.” Melody sounded so far away over the phone. I wished she was in the car with us.
“Yes. I’m happy to meet you, Melody. I wish we were all in one place so I could see you together.”
“Oh, believe me, I wish I was there, too. Are you all right with us, Mr. Ames?”
“I just told Lissa to call me Saul. We’re all adults here. As to being all right with you, I love my son and part of that is to love who he loves—even sight unseen.”
“You sound just as wonderful as Tony, Mr… uh… Saul.”
“Okay, stay on the line while I get Tony’s mom, and that means Deborah to you both, on my phone.”
“Wait, Dad. I’ve got three-way dialing.”
“I’m sure that comes in handy.” We all laughed. I put Melody on hold and connected with Mom.
“Congratulations, Tony,” Mom said. “Dad told me you qualified for Ektelon National Singles. We’re going to come to cheer for you.”
“That’s great, Mom. Hey, I called because I just introduced Dad to my girlfriends and I wanted to introduce you, too.”
“Girlfriend? I didn’t know you had one.”
“Uh… two, Mom.”
“Oh. How exciting. Saul?” You could hear the panic in her voice when she spoke Dad’s name.
“Hang in there, Pumpkin. They’re nice girls,” Dad assured her.
“Mom, Melody is on the line with us. She’s back at school.”
“Hi, Mrs. Ames. It’s nice to meet you.” I could hear my mom take a deep breath.
“I’m sure Saul already gave you the lecture. Please call me Deborah. It’s nice to meet you, Melody.”
“And this is Lissa.”
“Hi, Deborah. I’m so glad we get to meet you and Saul.”
“Lissa? Tony’s coach?”
“Yes. We were together before she became my coach. She didn’t exercise any undue influence over me.”
“In fact,” Lissa said, “Tony is going to be acting as my coach as well. He’s already helped my game. But that’s just one part of our relationship.”
“Are you classmates?”
“Not exactly, Mom. Melody’s a classmate. Lissa is…” I wasn’t sure how to phrase it.
“I’m a few years older,” Lissa supplied. “Just enough to add some stability to these two wild ones.”
“Hey!” both Melody and I exclaimed before we all broke out in giggles.
“Who adds stability to the wild ones?” Melody asked through her laughter. I thought of Lissa’s boys, but decided that overwhelming my parents a little at a time was better than all at once.
“It’s a shared responsibility,” I said.
“Well, I hope all three of you plan to spend some time here in Nebraska this summer. I want to make sure my boy hasn’t bitten off more than he can chew.”
“Mom!”
We talked for about ten more minutes and Dad told Mom he’d call her back in a little while. We went up to the hotel rooms and I opened my room door and then handed the key to Dad.
“I suppose you’ll be spending the night… elsewhere?” he said.
“Yeah. We’re right next door.”
“Well, it looks like a comfy room. I expect I’ll be on the phone with your mother for quite a while. Breakfast?”
“Not too early, though,” I said. “It’s been a long day. I want to watch the finals at noon, so let’s meet at ten.” I started to leave when I thought about the fact that Bree and/or Allison probably still had my other room key. “Uh… Dad? Just for safety’s sake, I’d suggest you put the security chain on the door. Strange things happen around here at night.” I left before he could question me any further.
“It was so wonderful, Tony! I can’t wait to tell my mom and dad. But I’d be too scared if you weren’t both right beside me when I do. They’re… um… unpredictable. They never want me to grow up and Dad’s kind of conservative. Just thinking about it makes my heart beat so fast I think I’m going to pass out.” Melody’s voice came through the speaker phone on the bed beside me. I’d had to plug it in because we’d used so much juice talking to my parents in the car. Lissa was putting a fresh ice pack on my ankle and I gasped. “What are you two doing?” Melody asked suspiciously.
“Just getting ready for bed, darling,” Lissa said calmly.
“What was that gasp?”
“Lissa just put an ice pack on my ankle. It’s cold.”
“Yeah? Are you two naked?”
“Well, I kind of am,” I said. I had a robe on when I lay down on the bed and it seemed like everything Lissa did as she was working on my ankle caused the robe to fall open a little more. “I think Lissa is trying to sneak peeks at me.” I surprised myself when I realized that I wasn’t self-conscious about Lissa or Melody seeing me when I wasn’t aroused. I was no longer embarrassed about my lack of endowment.
“What about Lissa?”
“She just got out of the shower and is wrapped in a towel. It’s pretty short, though. Every time she bends over, I see a little bit of paradise.”
“Mmm. Pull it off of her.”
“Hey!” Lissa exclaimed as I caught hold of the towel and it came loose from her. She laughed. “You win. We’re naked.”
“Lissa, is Tony hard yet?”
“No. He’s got the cutest little prick, but… oh my!”
“Are you touching him?”
“I didn’t have to. I’m just standing here watching. It’s growing. It’s like when your little clit comes out of its hood and gets big when I suck it. Only Tony’s is getting a lot bigger than that.”
“What’s she doing, Tony?”
“Just standing here, like she said. But Melody, do you know how beautiful she is? I can’t help myself when I look at her.”
“Tell me.”
“She’s all scrubbed, right out of the shower. Her skin is practically glowing. She used one of those loofa things. Her skin looks so soft I just want to touch it. But I can’t reach her from where I’m lying. She’s staring at me and I’m getting hard just looking at her. She’s breathing a little harder and those unbelievable breasts are rising and falling. Don’t you wish you could just lick one of her hard little nipples?”
“I do. Are you hard, Tony?”
“Yeah.”
“I’m so wet. My clit’s throbbing, but I don’t want to touch it yet. Lissa?”
“Yes, Sweetheart.”
“Are you turned on?”
“Oh yes. My nipples are so hard and sensitive they almost hurt. I wish you were here to lick them while I ride Tony. I’m so wet, just watching him get hard.”
“I’m going to dip my fingers in my pussy and taste them, Lissa. Will you do that with me?”
“Oh yes.” I watched as Lissa stepped nearer to the bed and dipped her fingers into her wet opening. Then she slowly licked one of the fingers with her eyes closed, savoring it. When she was finished, she pressed the other finger against my lips and I opened to suck her in and clean the juices off her hand.
“Do I taste like you do, Lissa?” Melody’s husky voice came through the phone.
“No, sweetheart. I taste like canned tuna.”
“No you don’t!” Melody and I both exclaimed at the comparison. Lissa ignored us.
“You, my love, taste like fresh-baked oatmeal cookies. I just want to eat you with a big glass of milk,” Lissa said. Melody whined at the other end of the line.
“Tony, do you want to make love to Lissa?”
“Oh, yes. Melody, she gave me a taste of her nectar and it doesn’t taste at all like tuna. But her pussy lips are just glistening with moisture and I can’t wait to touch her with my cock. Are you ready for my cock, too, Melody?”
“I’m just dripping, darling. I want to slide down on you and hold Lissa while she rides your face. I’m just so horny for you both.”
“I can’t wait anymore, little one,” Lissa breathed. “I have to get into bed with Tony.”
“Oh, poor Tony,” Melody giggled. “I’ll bet he has to just lie there on his back so he doesn’t reinjure himself, doesn’t he?”
“That’s right,” Lissa said. She put a hand on my chest and pushed me down on my back. She let her fingers trail south along my torso until they just grazed my cock. I moaned.
“Oh, he must be in a lot of pain. Isn’t there anything you can do for him, Lissa?”
“He seems to be losing some precious bodily fluids—all from his cock. It’s all shiny with juice leaking out of the little slit.”
“We taste tested our pussies, baby. It seems only fair that we should compare it with a taste of Tony. Tell me what it tastes like, Lissa.” Lissa went down on my cock, first just licking up my precome and then sliding her lips along the entire length.
“Mmm. Yummy. Boy juice is a little saltier than girl juice. We could have it for a cocktail snack.”
“Lissa, I can’t wait any longer. You have to put him inside.”
“That’s just what I was thinking, love.” Lissa straddled my thighs and began moving toward me.
“It’s so amazing to watch Lissa come toward me on her hands and knees, crawling up the bed,” I said. “Remember when Doc Henredon described her as a tigress? I feel like I’m going to be her next meal. She’s dangerous and so exciting I’m shaking.”
“Are you in her, Tony?”
“Just the head of my cock is pressed into her sweet folds. Her pussy has turned all pink and is open. So hot and wet. I can see her little bud just above where my cock is slipping into her. She’s going so slowly.”
“What do you see, Lissa?”
“I see my beautiful lover’s face. I see his hands caressing my sides…, my breasts…, my tummy. Oh! Oh, and my clit. When I look at where we’re joined, I see myself splitting to either side as his shaft opens me further and further. Oh, Melody, I wish you could share my pussy so we could both feel our lover entering us at the same time. I want to feel him enter you like he’s moving into me.”
“Oh, my love! How can you take it so slow? It’s agonizing,” Melody’s voice was broken as she sobbed over the phone.
“Mel, Lissa has her eyes closed and is biting her lower lip. You know how she bites just one corner?” It was the exact same expression Lissa had on her face the first time she invited Melody and me to make love to her on the daybed setting for my painting.
“I love that expression on her face. She looks so innocent and so naughty at the same time. I don’t think I can take much more. Tony, I wish I could share your cock so I could feel myself being buried in Lissa’s pussy. I want to feel the pulses of come rocketing out of me like you do.”
“I’m touching Lissa’s thighs, Mel. She’s so strong. She’s holding all her weight and not letting herself go all the way down. She’s so beautiful, Melody.”
“I want to kiss you, Lissa—feel your tongue on my lips and my tongue. I want to hold your beautiful breasts against mine and know this is what it is to love a woman. And this is how we love our man.” I could hear Melody gasping for breath over the phone and imagined her touching herself, listening to Lissa and me.
“Oh lovers! I’m holding so still, but I don’t think I can hold back any longer,” I whispered. “Lissa is all the way down on me and I feel her pussy pulsing. Can you come with us, Melody darling?”
The only answer I got was a scream over the phone beside my head and a gasping, “I love you I love you I love you.” I couldn’t make sense of much more because my hips were up off the bed as I tried to get as much of my body as possible inside Lissa. My thumb vibrated quickly against her clit with the flat of my palm pressing against her tummy above where we were joined, my left hand wrapped around her butt pulling her toward me. She started with a whine—her lips tightly pressed together—but as they opened, an unintelligible siren was raised in one long wail as I roared my orgasm into my lovers.
My lovers. Not just one, but both of them. Even though she was a thousand miles away, Melody was only a heartbeat from where Lissa and I were joined together.
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