Rhapsody Suite
Thirteen
“I KNOW YOU WANTED to be face-to-face, Mel, but I think you should call your father. Don’t let the injury fester, and don’t let him find out about us from someone else—especially not your mother,” I said when we got to Lissa’s house. The boys were still out with Molly, so we had a little time to get Lexi settled before the tornadoes arrived. She decided to lie down for half an hour while she could. That’s when I made the suggestion to Melody.
“I don’t know if I can. What do I say?”
“Do you love your dad, sweetheart?” Lissa asked. Melody nodded.
“We’ve always been so close. He paints a little, too, and wanted me to go to art school. I just can’t believe…”
“So, tell him that you love him. Everything else will follow.” We all sat on the big bed and Melody called her father. As soon as he picked up, Melody launched in before he could say anything.
“Daddy, I love you.” We couldn’t hear his side of the conversation. Lissa and I were content to just be with Melody and support her.
“She’s here with us.— Daddy, is this as hard on you as it is on her?— Yeah, I thought so. Is it really twenty-five years?— I just wanted to tell you I love you and that I understand. Well, I don’t understand—not completely. But I know you and Mom are adults and that not everything can be clear to a kid, no matter how old I am.” I scooted around behind Melody and let her lean back against me as she talked. Lissa curled up beside her and just petted her hand.
“Daddy, I know there is a lot going on and there never seems to be a right time for anything. But I’ve got to introduce you to some very important people. I wanted to do this in person, but since Mom is here and has met them, I need to introduce you, too.” She put the phone on speaker and held it out in front of her. I heard the shutter click and saw a picture of the three of us curled up on the bed on her cell phone.
“I’m sending you a picture, Daddy. I want you to meet my boyfriend, Tony Ames.”
“Boyfriend? I’m so happy for you, baby. It’s nice to meet you, Tony.”
“Thank you, Mr. Anderson. It’s nice to meet you, too.”
“I have the picture. You are a nice-looking young man, Tony. Treat my daughter well. Who else is with you? There’s another beautiful woman in this picture.”
“Daddy, I want you to meet my girlfriend, Lissa.”
“Hi, Mr. Anderson. Thank you for the compliment.”
“It is well-deserved. Any friend of my daughter is also a friend of mine.”
“No, Daddy. Lissa isn’t just my friend. She’s my girlfriend.” There was a silence on the phone.
“Then Tony is…?”
“Our boyfriend, Daddy.”
“Well. That is a bit much. Is your mother there? Put her on the phone, please.” His voice had become crisper and decidedly less friendly.
“She’s taking a nap right now. It was a pretty emotional morning.”
“Is she… okay? I mean with all of this?”
“She’s adapting. Will you, Daddy?”
“Right now, I want to rush right out there and protect you from… from whatever it is. I’m not happy, Melody. You’re too young.”
“We all know that we’re young and that people change, Daddy. You and Mom have just shown us that. But we’re together, in love, and happy. Doesn’t that count for something?”
“I’ll withhold judgment. I worry about you, especially now… Lissa and Tony, don’t hurt my little girl, do you understand?”
“We do,” I said. “We hope you will also take that advice. Please, come out for a visit soon.”
“I can arrange for you to stay in my house,” Lissa continued. “Just give me a couple days’ notice.” We heard the front door open and Drew and Damon’s voices called out as they ran down the hall.
“Oh yeah,” Melody laughed. “You have to meet your grandkids.”
“Melody!”
“Relax, Dad. We aren’t married… yet. But you’ll love the boys, believe me. I know you always wanted a boy instead of a frilly little girl,” she teased.
“Don’t you ever think that! I knew I was going to have a daughter the moment I found out your mother was pregnant and I could never have been happier.” His voice got softer and I could hear a little teasing slip in. “Still, a boy might have been easier right now.” Maybe the guy wasn’t as bad as I’d assumed. If he could withhold judgment, so could I.
“Mommy, Meddy, Tony!” Drew and Damon screamed as they piled onto the bed with us. Melody snapped another arms-length photo with all of us crowded together in the picture.
“Here’s the whole family, Daddy. I need to go now so I can play. I love you!”
“I love you, too, baby. I love you, too.”
Dinner was Chinese carryout and a bottle of white wine. The boys were scrubbed and ‘Meddy’s Mommy’ read Fox in Sox to them. There’s something strangely unifying about Dr. Seuss. We were all from different parts of the country, but the nonsense rhymes had been an important part of growing up. We got the boys tucked in and the house was quiet once again.
“Tony,” Lissa said, “You missed therapy today. We shouldn’t let it go any longer.” Lexi’s head shot up.
“Are you seeing a psychiatrist?”
“Mom!”
“I’m sorry… I mean…” Lissa managed to swallow her wine without choking on it. I’m not sure how she managed.
“Physical therapy,” I explained. “Not that I don’t need any other kind, but this is for my ankle. I injured it in a racquetball tournament this weekend.”
“An athlete artist?”
“Ironic, isn’t it, Mom? I spend all of high school dodging the jocks and then I end up with the only student athlete in my entire college. It must have been my destiny.” She sighed melodramatically.
“And you got two for one,” Lissa laughed. “But I’m serious. We need to get you into the hot tub, do the stretches, and ice before bed.”
“Yes, coach,” I said as I stood. “Melody and I have classes at nine tomorrow, so I may not see you before I take off, Lexi. You’ll stay for a few days, though, won’t you?”
“Well, one or two. I don’t want to wear out my welcome. Do you need a babysitter while you work, Lissa?”
“Molly will take the boys tomorrow after school. She’s my nanny. But you are welcome to either hang out here at the house or come downtown with me. Or if there is someplace you’d like to see, I could drop you off on my way to work. We can talk about it in the morning. Now mister, get to the tub.”
I started down the hall with Lissa supporting me in an exaggerated show that just meant she got to have her arm around me. Just before we entered the bedroom, I heard Lexi speak to Melody.
“Oh my. How can you compete, Melly? She’s just so intensely beautiful.”
“It’s not a contest, Mom. Come on, I want to show you something downstairs.” We passed out of range of hearing them as they went to the lower level—the space where Melody and I had our easels and artwork. Mmm. If Lexi was upset about the painting in the school hallway, I wondered what she’d think after she saw the paintings on my easel downstairs.
Or the one that was on Melody’s.
The best part of my physical therapy was that Lissa and I were both naked. Other than that, it pretty much just hurt. The ice was almost unbearable and the heat of the spa was higher than we’d ever had it. I was looking for anything to distract me and Lissa kept pushing my hands away from her breasts and pussy while she worked on me. With good humored laughs, but firmly, anyway. I finally asked, “So how do you think Melly’s mom will react to our paintings downstairs? I hope she hasn’t started flinging paint around,” I said.
“Melly? Don’t tell me you’re adopting Lexi’s pet name for her.”
“Naw. It is cute. Personally, though, I like Drew’s name better. ‘Meddy pway wid me.’ ‘Meddy, color.’ ‘Meddy hug me.’ Your boy is serious competition for me.”
“Well, the way Damon has been hanging all over you, I guess she deserves some attention. You’ve both been wonderful with the boys. Are you sure…? I mean… Isn’t it too much for…? Oh shit. I don’t know what I mean.”
“Lissa, are you asking if our love for you and our willingness to be with you are lessened because you come with two of the greatest kids I’ve ever met? Are you worried that we’ll leave you because we can’t handle the boys?” Lissa looked at me and there were tears in her eyes.
“We didn’t even tell your parents I have children. I thought Melody’s mother would run for the door when she found out. How can you take on so much responsibility? How can I ask you?” I held out my arms and Lissa melted into them. The timer ran out and the jets in the spa went silent. I held her close to my chest and felt her sob quietly.
“We have to correct the situation with my folks,” I said. “They need to know. I always thought that I’d someday be a father. It scared the bejeezus out of me. I thought I’d be stuck in a factory someplace trying to earn enough to pay for their shoes and my faceless pregnant wife’s doctor bills. Or that I would become a teacher and face rooms full of resentful teens who I forced to draw arcs and lines until one finally showed some talent. My idea of children was that you had to give up your dreams to have them.” Lissa quieted in my arms. The bathroom was still warm and steamy from the tub, but it was quiet save for a little splash if I moved my hands.
“Since I met Drew and Damon, I’ve felt something different. I saw how much of a responsibility kids are. It’s hard! But for the first time, I’ve also seen how much joy there is in our family. It’s selfish of me, I suppose, but I know we… you… aren’t financially strapped and the boys are well-cared for. That takes away some of the burden I used to feel when I thought about having kids. I still wouldn’t go out and start a brood at this age, but having them come along with the women I love is fun. And I know you have something with them I can never have, but I want to be right there with you, as much as you will let me. And I know for a fact that Melody feels the same way because we’ve talked about it. We love who our love loves, not only for her sake, but because we are a family.”
Lissa pulled herself up to kiss me softly, then more passionately. I felt myself stirring beneath the surface of the water where I was pressed against her thigh. She felt my growing tumescence as well and touched me with her fingertips.
“I want us to be a family, Lissa. Do you think my dad knows a word for ‘household of five’?”
“I think you just used it.” I felt her hand more aggressively on my shaft. “Family.”
“Make love with me, Lissa.”
“Just a second.” She stood and stepped out of the tub, grabbing a towel. I started to get out as well. “Just sit on the edge for a minute.” She opened the medicine cabinet and took a small plastic bottle from the shelf. She dried her pussy and handed me the towel. “Dry yourself off.” I did as instructed and she poured a dab of gel from the bottle onto her fingertips and smeared it thoroughly around and in her center. Then she used a little more and stroked the length of my shaft. The silky feeling was incredible.
“This is just slightly less water soluble than our natural juices. It’s a lubricant that will make it easier to make love in the water.” With that she stepped over to straddle me where I sat on the edge of the tub with my feet in the water. She lowered herself onto me and then pulled me toward her until we were able to sit in the water facing each other, enjoying our coupling.
We were quiet in our lovemaking. We’ve had some pretty intense sessions together and with Melody in the past few weeks. But this time, we just looked at each other as I gently moved her up and down my erection, buoyed near weightlessness by the water. There was a definite difference between the artificial lubrication near her opening and the more natural hot liquid deeper inside, but it was an incredible feeling. I dipped my head and caught her right nipple between my lips and it hardened as I tongued it, eliciting a plaintive moan from her. She leaned forward enough to lick at my right ear and I thought I would come on the spot. We lifted our heads together and kissed again, long and deep and filled with the desire to be one with each other—to find some way to be even closer than we were. I wanted to share her tongue, her eyes, and the very breath that escaped from her lips when I plunged deeply into her.
I ran my hands across her shoulders, her breasts, and her back. I gripped her butt as I lifted her and pushed her back down onto my hardness again and again. Our lips locked together and we each moaned our orgasms quietly and intensely into the other’s mouth. We held onto each other and just sat in the cooling water while our breath returned to normal. She kissed me again and then looked into my eyes.
“We’ve all met your parents and Melody’s parents,” she said. “I think it’s time you both met the boys’ father.” It was the first time I’d heard her mention Jack Wade not as her ex-husband, but as her sons’ father. Somehow that was significant.
When we walked out of the bathroom, Melody had her knees pulled up to her chin, facing away from us in the middle of the bed. Her bare shoulders were shaking with silent sobs. Lissa and I both rushed to her and held her from either side.
“Melody, sweetheart. What is it?” I asked as I spooned against her from the back. She clutched Lissa to her, unable to stop sobbing.
“You… you… must hate me.” That was a surprise. What had Lexi told her? Why was she so upset that Lissa and I were in the bath together? It just didn’t make sense.
“How could we hate you, love?” Lissa whispered. “What is it?”
“My… my… family. They were so horrid to you. Even when Mom said she accepted us, she still tried to make it look like I was just hanging on to the two of you and that you were just being kind to me.”
“She said that?” I growled.
“She talked to Dad when she got up from her nap. He told her it was all her fault. Now she thinks she is a failure as a mother. I yelled at her again. And I called Dad and yelled at him. I’m a terrible person.”
“Shhh… shhh. You are not a terrible person, and we love you like crazy. We would never hate you and you aren’t a hanger-on.”
“Third wheel, Mom said. She said you’d leave as soon as you learned to ride a bicycle.”
“That bitch! I’m sorry, Melody, but I’m going to go have a talk with her.” I rolled off the bed and stood up.
“Don’t leave me, Tony! Please, just stay here with me. Please hold me.” I couldn’t deny her plea and crawled back in beside her. Inside I was seething. I thought we’d come so far. I was seriously considering whether Lexi might be bipolar. For now, though, Melody needed me here and here was where I’d stay. I’d drive her mother to the airport tomorrow morning and tell her to go away. Damn, that woman!
I just kept hold of Melody and had my arm wrapped all the way across Lissa as we lay there and comforted her.
Being in front of Melody and facing her, Lissa had easy access to Melody’s face and lips. She gently dried her tears and placed kisses on her nose and eyelids. It almost made me cry to watch her love Mel; it was so beautiful. Soon their lips were together and as they lost themselves in each other, their tongues played and their hands began a timid exploration of each other. Their caresses looked like two feathers touching, they were so light and soothing.
I watched.
I’ve been around the Internet enough to know that having two girls together is a huge male fantasy. I had it myself and then I became one of the few for whom fantasy became a reality. The reality was so much better. Oh my god.
Lissa and Melody had been together without me. Melody and I had been together without Lissa, and Lissa and I had been together without Melody. But whenever we were all three together (and awake) our sexual discovery had included all three of us. The male fantasy pretty much requires him to be involved.
But I’d never been present while Lissa and Melody made love without me. Yes, I was there. Yes, I was turned on. I just didn’t want to intrude on the incredible connection between my two lovers. So I just lay there—close enough to be brushed by the errant hand or hair—close enough to feel the heat rising from their bodies—close enough to smell their arousal. I watched.
It was beautiful. I saw them give each other what they each wanted to receive. I saw them explore their breasts and pussies, but also their shoulders and backs. I saw their eyes connect and hold. I saw them each sink into the other’s awareness so that not only touches, but even thoughts turned erotic.
When Lissa moved over Melody and began kissing her way down our lover’s body, Melody didn’t fight for equal pleasuring, but simply relaxed and received what Lissa gave her. Receiving without trying to control and give back was something I don’t think I’d ever witnessed. Melody didn’t try to reverse the roles and go down on Lissa. She just let Lissa give her all the strength and love that she could.
When Lissa had reached Melody’s treasure, they grasped each other’s hands on the side nearest me and Melody moved them over until they rested on my upturned palm. The three of us were tied together and I could feel the electric jolt when Melody gasped out her climax, then gasped again as Lissa drove her instantly toward another peak. A long, drawn-out syllable of ecstasy accompanied the third orgasm, never loud enough to leave the room, but so intense that it filled every corner.
Melody relaxed back into deep sleep, going limp beneath Lissa’s hand. Eventually Lissa stirred and pulled herself up to lie alongside and slightly over Melody, kissing our lover’s shoulder before she, too, slipped into sleep.
I pulled the sheet up to cover us. That’s when I saw the slight movement near the door. Lexi stood leaning against the frame. She was sobbing silently, looking at the tableau on the bed. The flash of anger that I felt was quelled by the look of utter loss on the woman’s face. It was the agony of defeat. I knew it well.
I carefully slid out of bed and wrapped my towel around myself. She didn’t move as I approached her, eyes still fixed on the lovers. I put my arm around her shoulders and she leaned into me, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
“I thought he’d take me back if I just brought her home,” she whispered so softly I could barely hear her. “What was I thinking? How could I sacrifice her happiness for a false hope? She’ll never forgive me.”
I didn’t know yet if I would ever forgive her, but Melody needed her family. As much as I wanted to hate Lexi and her husband, I wanted them to accept us more.
“You should kiss her goodnight and go to bed now,” I said softly.
She looked up at me for confirmation and then went to the bed. She petted Melody’s hair softly, careful not to wake her sleeping baby. I watched as Melody whimpered a little and held her mother’s hand to her cheek. I don’t think she really woke up. Lexi kissed the top of her head and then walked past me. I heard the door to her room close down the hall.
I got in bed behind Lissa, wrapped my arm across both my lovers, and went to sleep.
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