Rhapsody Suite
Twenty-six
I WAS ABLE TO CONCENTRATE on my racquetball Tuesday afternoon and beat Allison, though we both worked hard. I agreed with Lissa about the intercollegiate tournament not having shown Allison at her best. And I have to admit—I missed a couple of shots because I was watching the jiggling on her chest settle down. Maybe they don’t make stronger sports bras.
“For heaven sake, Tony. You’ve already seen ’em naked. Can’t you keep your eye on the ball?” she laughed at me.
“Geez, Allison. I’d never win a match if they didn’t separate men’s and women’s. You are so distracting,” I laughed right back at her. I’d been busted good and there was no way to pretend I wasn’t staring.
“Thank god we don’t have nude racquetball parties like I’ve heard some artists have. None of us would hit the ball,” she said as she wiggled her butt at me.
“All right, you two,” Lissa said, opening the court door and stepping in. “This is supposed to be practice, not foreplay. I think that’s enough, today. Tony, why don’t you get a shower and relax while I work out with Allison for a while.”
“I’m cutting it short tonight, darling,” I answered, giving her a kiss. “I have to go study for my Art History final tomorrow. I’m going to stay in the dorm tonight so I don’t disturb anybody.”
“Hmm. After Melody’s little escapade last night, are you sure there’ll be room for you in your dorm room? It’s a big bed, but really…” Lissa waggled her eyebrows at me.
“I’m going to have one of those chain things installed on the inside of my door,” I suggested.
“Like the one in the hotel room that you didn’t use?”
“Oh yeah.”
“Well, if no one else is volunteering, I’ll come keep you company,” Allison said. “It’s an awfully big bed to be alone in.”
“Appetizing as that idea is, I really have to study.” I kissed Lissa and Allison stood next with her lips puckered. I stepped back a step and Lissa kissed her. Allison’s eyes flew open.
“Oh!” she squeaked. “Every time I tell myself I’m not going to do that again, I get pushed off the wagon.” We laughed and I gave her a quick peck.
“I’ll call you and Melody later to say goodnight,” I said to Lissa.
I did okay on my history final. Not an ace, but I won the point. I’d missed Dr. Bychkova’s last Art History lecture while I was painting and, in a way, I was sorry it was over. I just wish the lectures hadn’t been so boring. My final project in Concepts was done and Ms. Brock suggested again that I take her 3D class next year. That reminded me that I needed to slate time with my SCU advisor to set my schedule there for the fall.
Another practice. Allison changed her tactics and I spent most of the match staring at her behind in a pair of ultrashort shorts. The big thing about this workout, though… no, not that… Lissa had us play facing the opposite direction so the glass wall was in front of us. That threw me off my game more than watching Allison’s cute ass did. Lissa said I needed to get used to playing the glass wall. Not easy, but it proved just as difficult for Allison.
I cuddled between Melody and Lissa Wednesday night and went to sleep before either of them had finished kissing me goodnight. What a party animal, huh? My Fundamentals final presentation was anticlimactic. I gave it, Doc said thank you, and called on the next student. Then I sat there and listened to eight more presentations before my last Fundamentals class was mercifully over. I handed in my Art Orientation paper and went to face my portfolio review committee.
You would think that by the time I got this far the portfolio review would be a breeze. Doc Henredon did a lot of nodding his head and saying, “Good.” Abe Ardmore picked at every page of my portfolio. I swear, he even asked about my choice of photo paper for the pictures of the mural. Prof. McIntyre seemed to need to prove that she wasn’t easy on me in front of the department chairman. Between the two of them, I felt pretty beat up by the time I got out of there with my suggested schedule for next fall. I noted 3D Concepts was on the list, but I was going to have to eliminate something in order to get my English and Science requirements in at SCU. This was going to be tough.
I took it out on Allison and Lissa during practice and they gave as good as they got. Lissa decided we weren’t getting tough enough and this would be the last hard practice before Chicago, so we played cutthroat. In racquetball, only the server can score, so in cutthroat, the server is always playing against the other two players. When the server is side-out, the next player in rotation serves and plays against the other two. A game of cutthroat is usually to twenty-one and has to be won by two points. I hadn’t worked so hard since Tempe. It was great. We called it quits at the end of an hour with none of us remembering what the score was.
When we finished the match, we hit the showers and an hour later three happy and refreshed people left the club. Outside, Melody pulled up in Lissa’s car with two very happy, bouncing boys in the back.
“Mommy! We had ice cream!” Drew blurted out as soon as we got into the car. Lissa raised an eyebrow at Melody, who was laughing.
“Busted! You just can’t keep a secret with little boys,” she laughed. “Molly said they ate a good dinner, so we went through Dairy Queen on the way over to pick you up.”
“Not that I couldn’t have told by looking at their faces,” Lissa said. She grabbed a sheet of paper towel from a roll in the back of the SUV and began seriously scrubbing each face. She licked a corner of the towel and used it to wipe some of the sticky mess off Drew’s cheek. “Mommy spit cleans anything,” she explained while the rest of us looked on in astonishment.
“Boys, this is Allison,” Lissa said when they were reasonably clean and we finally got settled in the car. “Allison, these are my little terrors, Drew and Damon.”
“It’s nice to meet you guys,” Allison said. “Mommy has told me so much about you.”
“Are you our girlfriend, too?” Damon asked. That brought a silence to the car. Allison glanced at each of us with terror on her face. She swallowed and answered in a weak voice.
“I’m a girl, but I’m just a friend-friend.”
“You can be our girlfriend,” Damon persisted. “It’s okay.” He caught hold of Allison as she moved to sit beside Lissa in the third row and hugged her to his car seat. She smiled.
“Wow!” she said. “I’ve never had such handsome boyfriends. Or so enthusiastic!” She reached over to the other car seat where Drew was anxiously holding out his arms and hugged him, too.
I kissed Melody quickly and she headed home.
Melody, with a little help from Molly, had pulled together a nice meatloaf and baked potato meal that was almost ready to come out of the oven when we got home. I read stories to the boys while Allison and Lissa had a glass of wine and put a salad together. Melody and I got the boys cleaned up a little more thoroughly and tucked them into bed.
It was after seven and I was starving when we finally sat down to dinner.
“Ah, the ultimate comfort food,” I said. Her meatloaf was so good it melted my heart as I looked at her. Neither Lissa nor Allison had said a word, but chewed with a look of ecstasy on their faces. I caught Lissa’s eye and we both jumped up and ran to either side of Melody. “Smooches for the cook!” I yelled as Lissa and I peppered her cheeks with kisses.
I looked at Allison and raised an eyebrow at her.
“It’s really, really good,” Allison said, “but I’ve sworn off kissing girls. Again.”
“Oh, all right,” Lissa said, “but you can’t kiss the cock if you don’t kiss the hen.”
I didn’t think she’d meant that quite the way it came out. Melody and I both looked at her, startled. Lissa blushed.
“I mean… that’s… you know…” she sputtered.
“Oh hell!” Allison exclaimed as she rushed to Melody. “Pushed off the wagon again!” With that she planted a big kiss on Melody’s lips and then ran back to her chair. I was sitting there and she almost sat in my lap before she realized it. Lissa was sitting at my place. Melody jumped up and sat in Lissa’s chair. Allison looked at us trying to figure out what was going on and finally settled into Melody’s chair.
“Musical Meals,” Melody explained. “You’re just lucky we didn’t clear your place while you were distracted.”
“Um… can I have my fork, please?”
We had a good laugh and passed each person his or her own plate of food and silverware. It was a game we’d tried once with Damon and Drew. The boys ended up in such hysterical laughter that Drew threw up, so we’d never done it again. But it was worth it just to see the look on Allison’s face.
“Are there any other little games you play that I should know about?” Allison asked.
It turned out there was, but she was completely okay with joining the three of us in the spa for half an hour before we all went to bed. We’re pretty casual about nudity together, but Allison had already seen that last weekend and wasn’t nearly as uncomfortable getting naked with us as she was with the thought of eating from someone else’s plate.
I don’t know if she was expecting anything else, but after the bath, we all kissed each other goodnight and Allison went off to the guest room to sleep.
“It’s too bad she’s so uncomfortable about letting go and kissing women. She always enjoys it so much when she does,” Melody said.
“Yes,” Lissa responded, “I could have been persuaded to move over a little to fit her in the bed. But it looks like that privilege is going only to Tony.”
“Wait, wait, wait,” I said. “I’m not completely comfortable with the idea of all of us sleeping with someone else, let alone with one of us—namely me—sleeping with someone when the others aren’t present. I may be engaged in a polyamorous relationship, but I’ve still got a heaping helping of Midwestern morals on my plate.”
“Nobody’s going to push anyone to do something he or she is not comfortable with,” Lissa said firmly. “That includes any of the three of us or any guest we have in our house, right?”
“Right,” we all agreed.
“Still,” Melody said coyly, “I bet Tony wouldn’t feel quite so reluctant if it was Kate instead of Allison, would you, sweetheart?”
I took too long answering, and both my lovers fell on me, kissing and giggling.
“Just think,” Melody said as she crawled up above me and brushed my lips with her left nipple, “wouldn’t you love to taste Kate’s luscious little tit? Do you think she tastes different than we do?”
“Do her nipples get harder than mine?” Lissa asked as she nudged Melody far enough away to feed me her own stiff nipple. We both moaned as I flicked it with my tongue and sucked it into my mouth.
“When you dreamed of her, did she suck on you, too?” Melody asked, demonstrating the question by taking my left nipple between her lips and pulling lightly. I’ve never seen this explained in anatomy classes, but I am pretty sure there is a nerve that runs directly from my left nipple to the tip of my penis. I let out a bit of a squeal that apparently vibrated Lissa’s nipple enough that she made a high-pitched whine that would have called dogs. Her nipple popped out of my mouth and in a second, I could see the beautiful flower-like petals of Lissa’s pussy descending toward my lips.
“Did you lick her, Tony? Did she flood your face and your tongue with her juices? Did she taste sweet and smell like the sky on a sunny day?” Lissa asked as she dipped her pussy toward my lips and my waiting tongue. I tasted her sweet nectar and smelled her fresh-from-the-bath scent mixed with the spicy aromas of her arousal.
My girlfriends had me on edge. What were they trying to do—filling my mind with images of Kate? Would her pussy taste this sweet? Her lips were incredible; would her pussy be as welcoming to my tongue? Was her black pubic hair as soft and lush as it looked? Were her labia as smooth as Lissa’s? God! Why couldn’t I get thoughts of eating Kate out of my mind while Lissa’s beautiful and ready nether lips saturated my tongue?
“Did Kate make love to your cock with her mouth, Tony?” Melody continued the narration. “Did she wash your balls with her tongue? Did she squeeze your glans with her lips and nip at the underside of your big, stiff, beautiful prick? Could you feel her hot breath on you as she dipped to take your length in her mouth…” Melody’s narration was interrupted as she demonstrated exactly the move she was describing, taking me deeper and deeper into her mouth. I felt Lissa reach down and flick my nipples with her thumb as she continued to glide up and down my face, sucking my tongue into her pussy.
I was panting. I didn’t think I was going to last much longer. Between Melody’s mouth on my cock and my mouth on Lissa, and all the things they were saying, it was too much. They were here with me, but they were filling my head with images of Kate. Kate, whom I’d painted. They’d see the connection. They’d know. I was in serious lust, if nothing more. But so were they.
“Did you make love to her in your dream, Tony?” Lissa asked. The wet pressure of Melody’s mouth left my cock and I thought I’d be able to recover for a minute—regain control.
“N-n-no,” I gasped out. “I didn’t. I wouldn’t.”
“Did I interrupt you too soon, darling?” Melody asked. I could feel her hand on my cock.
I licked Lissa from her clit all the way to her rosebud causing her to squeal out her delight and whisper, “More, more.”
“Did I wake you up before she stroked the head of your cock against her clit, Tony?” Melody continued and I felt her rubbing me in her moist slit—rubbing against her clit. “Was it just before you put your cock at her opening? Her wet, slippery, welcoming opening with its little landing strip of soft black hair? Didn’t you get to sink your thick, hard cock into her? Feel her part to let you into her secret depths?”
Melody was sinking down onto my cock. It was her pussy I was in, not Kate’s. But the feeling was just so… so much I couldn’t restrain myself. The instant Melody pressed down until she was sitting on my balls and I was pushed up against her inner walls, I exploded. I exploded from my cock and from my mouth at the same time. I’d never screamed during an orgasm, but I screamed into Lissa’s pussy, vibrating against her clit, my tongue begging to get further into her channel. Screaming at the top of my lungs, over and over again as I pumped Melody full of my come. Hearing first Lissa and then Melody try to top my volume by screaming out their own climaxes. Then their mouths were locked together as they continued to moan their pleasure into each other and I had yet another spasm of pleasure shoot from my balls.
All this from a dream that I called a nightmare, so afraid that I’d betrayed my girlfriends that I couldn’t breathe.
I hugged them. I cradled them in my arms. I whispered over and over how much I loved them. I kissed them. I petted them. All I could do was love them.
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