Rhapsody Suite
Nineteen
ABOUT TEN MINUTES after we got in the door, while I was still trying to tactfully suggest that Lissa loan her car to Kate so the others could return to the dorms, Bree pulled into the drive and three more squealing girls came running into the house. I looked at Bree, Sonia, and Allison.
“What are you guys doing here?” I asked. Okay, it was after midnight and I was a little slow on the uptake.
“We told you,” Bree said. “Slumber party.”
“Here?” It was clear that I’d been left out of the planning for this entire evening.
“Everything’s downstairs, girls,” Lissa said.
As everyone was trooping downstairs, I heard someone say, “Truth or Dare and there’s only one boy in the room!” I stopped at the top of the stairs and looked down, not sure if I wanted to descend into this pit of pheromones. I felt hands on my arms pulling me back from the brink. Melody and Lissa guided me back toward the bedroom.
“Yes, we are going to party,” Melody said.
“And yes, you are invited,” Lissa joined, “but it’s not what you think.”
“Well, for that matter it might not be what they think either,” Melody laughed. “We haven’t arranged an orgy, Tony. There’s only four tits and two pussies you get to play with in this house tonight.”
“As long as they’re the ones in this room, that’s all I want,” I said. Melody and Lissa both kissed me and started getting undressed. I hurried to get out of my clothes and into bed, only to see the girls putting pajamas on.
“We can’t go to a slumber party naked,” Melody said. “At least not at the beginning.”
“Come on, you,” Lissa said. “Get your PJs on.”
“I don’t have any pajamas.”
“Sweats,” Lissa said. “It’s only for a little while and then we’ll come back up. Watching you at that party with all those girls fawning over you got me all worked up.”
“Me too,” Melody chimed in. “I almost regret inviting everybody over. Come on. Let’s go down and have a glass of wine before they drink it all.”
I followed Lissa and Melody downstairs in time to see all the rest of the girls gathered around the corner I used as a studio. My daybed and drapes were still set up and there were several of my sketches and paintings tacked to the walls. On the other side of the room, Melody’s studio was set up and an equal number of her sketches and paintings were posted.
“That’s it! That’s it!” I heard Sandra squeal in the crowd and saw a camera flash go off. “That’s just the pose in the painting.”
I edged into the group with Lissa and Melody and looked at the daybed setting. Kate was stretched out on the bed in a very good imitation of the pose I’d painted in the mural. God! She was beautiful in a little pajama shirt that buttoned up the front and shorty pants. I’d seen her legs for the first time earlier in the evening when she wore her party dress, but what she was exposing here was all new territory. A camera flashed again and Kate saw us standing with everyone around.
“Do me next, Tony?” Kate husked. I wondered how many glasses of wine she’d had already.
“Oh, you know me, Kate,” I said ignoring her double entendre. “I only paint nudes.”
Never in a hundred years would I have anticipated what quiet, demure, shy Kate did next. She sat up and pulled the curtains over her legs. Then, moving only her right hand, she calmly unbuttoned her pajama top and let it fall off her shoulders to the bed behind her. Oh my fucking god! I knew Kate was a beautiful and exotic looking girl, but she captured something in that pose being partially exposed that I hadn’t even considered before. There was a casual seduction in the way she looked over her shoulder at me that just stopped me cold. She was uncovered from the waist up with the drapery caught around her elbows.
I felt a hand in the middle of my back pushing me forward and someone shoved my sketchbook and graphite into my hand. I sank down on the floor right there and started to draw. Kate’s hair was falling out of the dancer’s bun she wore to the party and it hung over her eyes. I didn’t realize how long her almost-black hair was. The purple polish on her nails just screamed out at me as her left hand was draped off the back of the cushions she leaned against. The one partially exposed breast was enough to make me want to see the rest of her. She had a slightly oval areola and small nipple that was hard and prominent perched on a perfectly rounded breast that faded in a smooth arc to her tummy. There was a natural path from the valley of her breasts, down across her sternum and plunging into the darkness of her navel. It continued in fine dark hair until it disappeared beneath the waistband of her shorts.
I whispered, “Wait. Don’t move,” as I got up to rearrange my drapes, taking the opportunity to look more closely at her. I pulled more fabric down until it created great waves of material all around her, being careful not to let it occlude the shape that I’d already laid in.
I didn’t want to stop and Kate’s eyes never left mine. I kept filling in more detail when I returned to my seat on the floor. The concave where her pelvis stood out from her thin frame. The folds of the fabric piled around her. The individual strands of her hair. The depth of her eyes. The nonchalant smile. I took as long as possible, just so I could continue to stare at this beautiful creature. Eventually, though, I had to say it was finished and stood up.
Kate snatched her pajama shirt and suddenly turned beet red as she buttoned up her shirt.
“I can’t believe I just did that,” she whispered. “Oh my god. I can’t believe it.”
“Yeah, that’s right where I lost my virginity, too,” Melody said taking the drawing to Kate. “Well, I didn’t exactly lose it. I sort of wrapped it in a bow and made a present out of it.” The girls laughed.
“Yeah,” I said. “Only without the bow.”
“Me next, Tony.”
“Me! I want a picture.”
“No it’s my turn.”
I couldn’t keep track of who was talking, but apparently they thought I was going to sketch everyone tonight. No way!
“I’m not a fucking factory, ladies,” I called out . “That pose just happened to be right. I can’t manufacture those one after another. Believe me, I’ve got nothing against seeing each and every one of you naked in my studio, but I can’t do any more tonight. I haven’t even had a glass of wine yet.”
There were generally disappointed noises, but someone handed me a glass of wine and Bree said, “How about a fun little slumber party game before poor worn out Tony has to go to bed?”
My sense of foreboding skyrocketed.
“All right,” Lissa said. Several very sexy games had been suggested. “First of all, Tony, relax. Melody and I have completely agreed on this game, so all you have to do is enjoy it.”
“You see,” Melody said, “all our friends here are lonely and a little scared of the dark. We’re all going to be down here in this big room all by ourselves tonight and we just want a little kiss goodnight.”
“You wouldn’t deny us a goodnight kiss, would you?” Bree asked. “I mean here we are, all in our jammies, ready to be tucked into bed and we just want one little kiss.”
“Each,” Sonia hurriedly added. “Think of poor Allison, Tony. She came all the way out here from Kansas to see you. You wouldn’t make her go to bed without a goodnight kiss, would you?”
“And you practically made love to Kate for the past half-hour,” Amy said. “But you haven’t even kissed her. Just one little goodnight kiss. Please, Tony?”
I could see that I was going to be bombarded like this until I gave in and since Melody and Lissa said they’d agreed, who was I to deny these poor girls a goodnight kiss? It’s not like it was unappealing.
“Okay,” I said. “One little goodnight kiss.”
“Each,” repeated Sonia.
“Each,” I agreed.
“Oh. There’s just one thing, Tony,” Lissa said. She stepped up to me and held out a black scarf. “You get to be blindfolded. Your hands have to stay behind your back. And you have to guess who just kissed you after each kiss.”
Oh. Oh crap! I thought I’d just give a little friendly peck and be done, but this was going to be difficult. Lissa moved behind me and tied the blindfold on my face. Dang! She was good at this and I couldn’t see a thing.
“Okay, girls. Line up. No talking and once you’ve had your kiss, get back in the line where you were. Oh yes. And the bell. Where’s the bell?” Someone rang the bell I’d heard several times earlier in the evening. “There’s a strict time limit,” Lissa continued. “No longer than one minute per kiss.”
A minute? As in sixty seconds? That was never long enough with Lissa or Melody, for sure, but you could do some serious damn kissing in a minute. I wasn’t going to get away with a peck on the cheek.
“Okay. Hands behind your back, Tony. You can only use your mouth. Ready, girls?”
I stood there silently for what could have been an eternity but was probably ten seconds. Then I felt a presence closing in on me before I felt lips on my lips. It started softly, but there was a tongue probing at my mouth in no time and as I opened my mouth a bit to respond, I was nearly devoured. There was almost no lip involved in this kiss at all. It was all wide open mouth and tongue probing as deeply into my mouth as it could reach and enticing me to follow it. The kiss was so active that I was getting tired by the time the bell rang and she pulled away. I shifted my weight around a little because I could tell I was becoming aroused.
Ah hell. They had to know I was going to get aroused doing this. I was keeping my hands behind my back and if they all wanted to look at my hard-on, I wasn’t going to stop them.
“Who was it?”
“Um… that would be Sandra. Yeah. Most definitely Sandra.”
“Aww!” I heard from my left. “I knew I should have stood on a chair!” Everybody laughed.
“Okay, next,” Lissa said.
There was no hesitation or osculatory foreplay with this kiss. The girl walked up to me, put both hands on the side of my head to position it where she wanted it and mashed her lips against mine. Her tongue probed my mouth in quick darting motions that led me on a chase around both our oral cavities. On top of that, she’d moved in close enough that her chest was mashed against mine and I was sure she could feel my cock pressed into her thigh. She kissed with a single-minded determination that blew my socks off. It wasn’t like it was loving, or wanton. It was pure, raw oral satisfaction. When the bell rang I was gasping for breath.
“Damn!” There was a lot of laughter. “I guess… I think that was… maybe Allison?” There were a few titters, but no one was letting the cat out of the bag. “Could I have a drink of water?” I asked. A moment later I had a cold bottle of water in my hands and took a long drink. That last kiss pretty much sucked all the fluid out of my body. After I’d cleansed my palate, I set the bottle down and returned to my receiving position with my hands behind my back.
The next kiss was tender and playful. There were soft lips and plenty of tongue. But there were also teeth, nipping at my tongue and lips. There was a moment when my lower lip was sucked into her lips and pulled out before she let go and returned to a passionate and intense lip lock. This wasn’t a kiss, it was foreplay. Just before the bell, she ground her pelvis into my cock and I thought I heard a whimper through the kiss.
There was no doubt in my mind whatsoever. As she pulled away from me I whispered, “I love you, Lissa.” Then I announced to the room, “That was definitely Lissa.”
There was another round of “awww” and “oh that’s so sweet.” Hmm. No one seemed surprised that I’d know Lissa’s kiss that well. Had we told everyone here? Well, maybe they had. There was no way eight girls would be here for a sleepover and not know the three of us were together. I took another quick drink and got ready for round four.
The next girl was like an instant replay, right down to the whimper at the end of the kiss and the crotch grind against my cock. Shit! Did they do that on purpose? Would Lissa come through the line twice? No that had to be against the rules, or there was no point in the game. But, damn! Now what was I going to do. I started going through the list in my head in order of height. If you put Sandra at the shortest end and Lissa at the tallest, where did this girl fit? Well, definitely at the tall end. So who else was at that end? There’d be Lissa, Allison, Kate, and Amy. On the short end going up, Sandra, Melody, Bree, and Sonia.
Damn it! Had I misidentified Lissa? Then I thought of Kate, mimicking Lissa’s position on the daybed while I sketched her. Kate. That had to be it.
“Kate,” I said at last. There was silence. Before I knew it my head was being pulled down into another sensuous kiss.
I’d never considered before just how incredible kissing was. Oh, I loved it, no question about that. But how often do you get a chance to compare and contrast the kisses of eight different women in a row? This kiss made me smile. It was just soft and dreamy and sensuous. The tongue play wasn’t aggressive or hungry, but a natural extension of the lips. I just wanted to live in this kiss and I was really disappointed when I heard the bell.
“I love you, Melody,” I called after the girl. That brought a round of laughter, but there were no comments. I grabbed a drink and awaited the next round.
The next kiss was tentative—almost shy. I felt like a fifteen-year-old at a school dance. I was painfully aware of my erection and was trying not to bump it into her. Her first taste of my lips was soft and hesitant. She pulled away as if tasting the feeling to see if she liked it. The next was a little firmer, but still that underlying current of explore and remember. There was the tiniest lick across my lips. Instead of pushing my tongue out to meet her, I just let my lips part a little to give her access. She seemed to like that and pressed forward, but before we got too engaged, the bell rang. My heart was beating a thousand times a minute. Geez! I did not want that kiss to end. I was standing there thinking that next time we’d have more time. Then I realized I had to put a name to the kiss. There were only Sonia, Bree, and Amy left. Amy would sure never kiss like that. I just had a feeling that Bree wouldn’t be so hesitant and this girl felt a little taller than the short redhead. It had to be…
“Sonia?” I said at last. God, I hoped it was Sonia.
The next lips that found mine were dry. They were soft, but there was no indication that she was interested in anything more than a little peck. This had to be Amy. I decided to have a little fun and quickly ran my tongue across her lips. She jumped back with a little squeak and then stepped away. I chuckled.
“Sorry, Amy,” I said with a chuckle. That got a good laugh.
Well, that only left one more girl—Bree. I decided that here I was blindfolded and couldn’t be held accountable for my actions, so I might as well just enjoy this last kiss. And boy did I!
It was a confident kiss. This girl knew what she wanted and was determined to get it. Her lips were passionate. There was no hesitancy in mashing her tits against my chest or grinding her pussy against my erection. Her arms went around my neck and her tongue came into my mouth. It swept across my teeth between my gums and my upper lip in a move I instantly recognized. Oh my god! I made a mistake. A big one. I had to break off the kiss myself because I was about to come in my sweats. I was pretty sure there was already a wet spot on the front from all the precome I’d been leaking since the second kiss, but this was seriously dangerous.
“Mel…?”
I was gasping and couldn’t catch my breath. I didn’t even try to guess. I just stripped off the blindfold and stared into Melody’s eyes. Before she could say anything, I pulled her to me and kissed her again. By the time I let her go, she was gasping for breath as well.
“Don’t think I’m ever going to forgive you for that, mister,” she growled in false ire. “If you had called out ‘Bree’ after that kiss you’d have slept alone tonight. You just might anyway.” I pulled her to me in a hug.
“I love you, darling. I don’t know how I got fooled.”
“Well, that wasn’t the only one.”
I looked at the lineup. Each girl was holding a sheet of paper with a name on it in the order that I’d identified them. But only two of the names were with the right girl. I was correct with Sandra, but was blown away by the fact that Amy was standing next to her with a sign that said “Allison.”
“That kiss was you?” I shrieked. She grinned.
“What? You thought lesbians couldn’t kiss?”
“I am seriously considering converting,” I laughed. I looked down the line to Sonia who was holding up Amy’s name. “You were, so…”
“Um…I kinda have a boyfriend,” Sonia said. “I don’t think he’d be too happy if I was French kissing another guy. It was nice, though.”
I was relieved to see that I’d guessed Lissa right. If I’d screwed up both my girlfriends, I would have to leave in shame. Of course, it was Bree who had kissed me with such tender passion that I thought it was Melody. What surprised me most, though was that it was Allison who had so carefully mimicked Lissa and that soft tentative kiss that made me want to go on forever was… Kate. She was still looking into my eyes as if I’d never stopped drawing her. Oh my god.
“Okay, girls. Tony kissed everyone goodnight, now he has to go to bed,” Melody said.
“Hey, aren’t you coming?” I asked.
“Not yet,” Melody said with a twinkle in her eye. “Lissa and I promised the girls a bedtime story, and believe me you don’t want to stay for this one.” I had a feeling I was going to be embarrassed again.
“Go on to bed, darling,” Lissa whispered as she kissed my cheek. “We’ll be up soon.”
I did as instructed—brushed my teeth, drank about a gallon of water, and slipped naked into our bed. I was thinking about all the different, wonderful kinds of kisses I’d just experienced when I drifted off to sleep—a haunting pair of bright hazel eyes still gazing into mine.
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