Rhapsody Suite
Twenty
I WAS HAVING A WONDERFULLY delicious and naughty dream.
Bree and Allison followed me to the big bed after passing me around to be kissed soundly by an entire harem of beautiful girls. Hands were running all over my body and my cock was fully erect and ready to explode. My lips were being covered with kisses. Tongues played in my mouth and dared my tongue to chase them.
And then I felt lips on my erection. Lips and tongue and warm silky depths of her mouth taking me in. Bree and Allison faded away as I watched Kate with her bright hazel eyes looking up at me as she made love to my cock. I was near. I tried to warn her, but I wanted her so badly that…
Impending orgasm brought me out of sleep and I opened my eyes with a moan. The room was dark and silent save for the little slurping noises around my cock.
I jumped away in the bed, scrambling out of her hands, coming fully awake as I shouted out, “No! Can’t! Girlfriends… Melody… Lissa. Please stop!”
The bathroom door opened and in the light I saw Lissa rush into the room—coming toward the bed.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I didn’t know… I didn’t mean…”
The covers were being pulled back as Lissa pulled me to her in a hug. Pulled me against her beautiful breasts that I’d just betrayed. Melody finally struggled out from under the covers at my waist looking at me with surprise and disappointment on her face.
“Was I that bad?”
“Melody! Oh my god. I thought…” I couldn’t go on. I just reached for her and pulled my two beautiful lovers into my arms. My lovers. Not Bree or Allison or Kate. My heart began to slow down but I was still having trouble catching my breath. “Oh god… I thought it was…” I stopped, not wanting to say what I thought. “I was dreaming. I had a nightmare.”
The two girls petted and soothed me with words like ‘there there’ and ‘it’s okay.’ But I knew it wasn’t really okay. Yes, I’d been passed from girl to girl for a kissing contest and I was hyper-aroused when I went to bed, but I shouldn’t be fantasizing about other girls when I had the two most beautiful women I’d ever known hugging me from either side and sharing my bed every night.
“I sure didn’t think I’d give you a nightmare waking you up like that,” Melody pouted. “What was I? A giant anaconda swallowing your prick?”
“No, you were…” Maybe it was stupid of me. It was only a dream. But it had been so real that even with my arms around my girlfriends, I was still shaking. I softly kissed Lissa’s breast, against which my face was still cradled, and then squeezed Melody up toward me so I could kiss the top of her head. “I dreamed I was cheating on you,” I whispered.
Both my lovers pulled away from me and turned to stare me in the face. I’d done it. I was so ashamed.
“You were having a nightmare that you cheated on us in your dream?” Lissa asked. A smile played across both their faces as they looked at me and then at each other. “Oh, Tony. Is it any wonder that we love you so much? Only a man who loves us like you do would interrupt a blow job because he was dreaming it was someone else!” Both Melody and Lissa started giggling. It was obvious that they just didn’t understand.
“But it was so real. It wasn’t just that I was having a fantasy, I thought it was really happening.”
“Well, that’s because you were giving me a tonsillectomy with your cock,” Melody laughed. “That part was real. Now I want to know about the rest of this cheating dream. It wasn’t Bree, was it?” There was just a hint of menace in that question.
“No,” I answered quickly. “At least, not at the end. It started out with everyone. Do you two know what you did to me tonight? I just had eight mind-blowing kisses from eight incredibly beautiful women who were competing to see… I don’t know… it seemed like they were competing to be like you two. To be you.”
“Well, that was certainly the case with a couple of them,” Lissa agreed. “But it was all in good fun. We thought you’d get a charge out of it and then we’d come upstairs and benefit from how turned on you’d be.”
“Well, I guess you were right about that. If I hadn’t fallen asleep…”
“You should have seen how Allison watched Lissa kiss you,” Melody broke in. “That girl was definitely taking lessons.”
“I thought she’d join us at one point,” Lissa laughed. “I could feel her breath on the back of my shoulder. She was determined that she’d get you to say she was me.”
“She’s a quick study,” I snorted, finally beginning to relax. “For a while I was panicked that I’d just told someone else that I loved her and that you were the second kisser. Then I thought about how…” I wasn’t sure I wanted to go there, but I decided to plunge ahead. “…how Kate was imitating you on the daybed while I sketched.”
“That was incredible,” Melody said. “I’ve always liked Kate, but she seemed so distant from everyone here. She is seriously hot. I knew she was going to pull something.”
“Well, I thought maybe she was the one trying to imitate Lissa. Then when she really did kiss me…”
“Did you see the wet spot on her pajamas?” Lissa giggled. “That girl has a serious crush on you.”
“Huh?”
“All the girls down there are our friends,” Melody explained. “But there are really only two that I’d go any further with—Kate and Allison. Ever since Kate watched you paint, she’s been in awe of you.”
“And…” Lissa said, but halted. She glanced away with a little smile.
“Yeah,” Melody continued. “I saw that.”
“Saw what?” I asked.
“Saw Kate kiss Lissa goodnight when we came upstairs. We all had a little smooch-fest downstairs after Lissa and I finished our story, but most of them were just little cheek kisses or girl kisses. Kate’s kiss was serious.”
“Ahem,” Lissa cleared her throat and raised an eyebrow at Melody.
“Yeah. Both of us,” Melody said.
“Kate? Kissed both of you?”
“Oh yes,” Lissa breathed.
“It wasn’t inappropriate…”
“…but it held promise.”
“I think I’m getting hard again.”
“Want us to go get her?”
“I could just close my eyes.” That got me a little slap on the shoulder, but I was close to being smothered by kisses and Melody was leaving a trail of them down my chest on the way to resuming what I’d interrupted. By the time she had me fully in her mouth, I had my mouth full of a very juicy Lissa.
Mmm. I guess girls have fantasies, too.
We slept in Sunday morning. When I woke up, I was snuggled between my lovers and wouldn’t have moved if it weren’t for my full bladder. It had been a highly charged night filled with doubts and unusual stimuli, but in the light of morning I could see that I had exactly what I wanted lying next to me. I wormed my way out of bed. Watching Lissa and Melody was like watching the wake behind a passing ship. They just flowed toward each other into the space I’d vacated. In a second, you couldn’t tell I’d ever been in the bed as they were wrapped in each other’s arms, still sound asleep. I was so much in love it hurt.
After I’d finished in the bathroom, I decided not to disturb the vision of tranquility in my bed. Instead, I padded to the kitchen to make coffee and surprise them. As I was on my way out the door, I saw our pajamas and my sweats on the floor and was reminded that there were six other women asleep in the house. I pulled on my sweatpants before I emerged from the bedroom.
The house was quiet, so I grabbed the Sunday paper from the front steps and relaxed at the breakfast bar with my coffee. I’d just finished “Dilbert” when a hand caressed my shoulder and there was a light kiss on the back of my neck. I smiled, then was startled when Allison stepped around me and reached for a cup to pour herself coffee.
“You done with the comics?” she asked.
I smiled and handed them to her. She was still in her version of pajamas which consisted entirely of a short nightie and bright blue bikini panties. I admired her shape—the musculature of her legs was sharply defined. She hadn’t done well in the Intercollegiate, but she was definitely a strong athlete. She wiggled her butt at me and laughed.
“I’m still going to get a finished drawing out of you before I leave,” she said, “so you’ll get to—how’d you put it last night?—see more of me.”
“Oh, you’re terrible,” I said, leering at her. “I still can’t believe you came all the way out here for this silly party. But I’m glad you did. It’s really great to see you. And you took off without me getting your contact info.”
“That’s sweet. Bree took it and promised she’d give it to you. But I didn’t come just for the party. Didn’t you know?”
“Uh… know what?”
“I’m working out with you this week to prep for National Singles. Lissa said you needed more variety in your training and she couldn’t coach while she was playing. She didn’t have enough good players to challenge you so I volunteered.”
“What about school? You aren’t cutting out are you?”
“We’re in the middle of an agricultural area. Spring semester finals are next week, but I don’t have a single class with a final, so I’m free as a bird. I’m not going to summer quarter. I start my summer job in two weeks.”
“So, I’m going to play with you this week?” Shit! I didn’t mean to say it quite like that. She poked her tongue between her lips and held it between her teeth as she looked at me. It was a very sexy look.
“I certainly hope so,” she said coyly. I didn’t want to press this issue. I was definitely going to have to watch myself if Allison was going to be around all week. Fortunately, two more of the lovely beauties from downstairs appeared in the kitchen doorway.
“Coffee?” croaked Amy. I pointed to the pot. I needed to put another on and I filled the kettle to bring it to a boil. I’d forgotten there were so many people who’d want to wake up this morning. I’d have to make several pots.
Amy was the only one of the girls I’d seen last night who wore what I considered pajamas. They had full length pants and a short-sleeved button shirt. Don’t think they weren’t sexy, though. The silky fabric clung to every curve on the girl—tightly enough that I could verify there was nothing under them but skin. She raised the pot toward Sonia and asked, “You?”
“Don’t drink it,” Sonia responded. She looked at me and smiled, pointing a finger at me. “Boys do not see me looking like this, understand?” I grinned and nodded. Her blonde hair was sticking out on one side. She had crib-face and her eyes were a little puffy. But Sonia is a classic Scandinavian beauty. I don’t think you could make her look unattractive. The fact that her baby doll pajama top and matching panties exposed both her cheeks and her tummy didn’t hurt.
“That’s too bad,” I answered. “Boys would be falling over each other to see you like this.”
“Oh, you. Is there juice?” I pulled the various juices out of the refrigerator and pointed her to the cabinet with glasses in it. Then I watched as she stood on tiptoe to reach up into said cupboard. Her top rode even further up. Wow! What an ass!
Amy reached over from where she was standing and softly patted the ass in question. I figured fireworks would explode, but Sonia, glass in hand, just relaxed toward her and planted a firm kiss on Amy’s lips.
“Morning,” she said.
“Uh… I thought you had a boyfriend… you mentioned… last night… about kissing…” I stumbled in surprise.
“Oh, he wouldn’t mind me Frenching a girl—just not another boy,” Sonia smiled. “As long as I tell him about it afterwards.”
“Great! The object of another male fantasy,” Amy growled.
Four hands attacked my ribs and I jerked around to find Sandra and Bree trying to tickle me into fits. I squeaked a bit and ducked away from them, but not before Sandra pinched my ass.
“Fine!” Melody exploded from the kitchen door. “We can’t leave him alone with six sexy girls for a minute!” There was a fit of giggling from the girls and Bree and Sandra both snapped to attention with their hands behind their backs as if nothing was happening.
The result of this action was to thrust two prominent bosoms into the fore. Sandra wore a flannel nightgown that came all the way to the floor, but by the way things continued to move after she stood still, I was forced to surmise that she wasn’t wearing the support that her girls usually had. The t-shirt that Bree wore to sleep in barely covered her pussy and was so thin that her pointy little nipples were clearly visible. I was thinking about the trimmed patch of red hair that would probably be visible if she just stretched up a bit. And a halo tattoo? Really? I’d just poured two cups of fresh coffee for my lovers when another voice broke in.
“Do you have any tea?” Kate asked.
My head involuntarily snapped toward her at the sound of her voice. Unlike any of the rest of the girls, Kate’s hair was neatly brushed and pulled back in her customary ponytail. She was wearing a t-shirt and her bib overalls, but barefoot. I was still drawn to her purple toenail polish.
“Hey. You got dressed,” I said involuntarily. I hoped I didn’t sound as disappointed as I felt.
“What? Didn’t you see enough last night?” she asked. Shit. Busted.
“There’s tea on the counter and mugs by the coffee pot,” Lissa said. “Tony, be a sweetie. We’re going to need more hot water. Please?”
“Yeah, I’m all about being in hot water,” I said as I refilled the teakettle again. “If we’re going to have all these girls living with us, we’re going to need a bigger coffee pot and teakettle.”
“In your dreams!”
“Live with you?”
“Not unless you grow a vagina!”
“Who said anything about them living with us?” Melody finally overrode the cacophony. “Don’t get your hopes up. It was only a dream.” I flushed at the allusion to my panicked awakening in the middle of the night. Yeah, but it had been a hell of a dream. I heaved a big sigh as though I was much put-upon.
“Well, that’s a relief,” I said. “I was beginning to worry that I didn’t have a big enough Daytimer.”
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