Diva
Fourteen
A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE was on ice in our room with three glasses and a box of dark chocolate truffles. The truffles were my Dad’s idea and he’d taken care of it.
“More of Allie’s admirers?” Lissa asked, surprised. I acted all innocent and just shrugged my shoulders.
“Was she singing or having an orgasm?” Melody asked. “Mmm. Truffles!”
We decided to take a shower before we indulged in any kind of decadence, but the lure of champagne and chocolate—and our overfilled stomachs from pizza—kept our libidos in check while we all showered together. Not to say we didn’t do a lot of fondling and kissing and the girls felt it was absolutely necessary to be freshly shaved tonight, so I shaved and then realized they meant themselves, so I shaved again… and again… and made especially certain that everything was perfectly smooth.
We came out of the bathroom fresh, steamy, and slick. I opened the champagne like my dad taught me. “Son, the cork should come out of the bottle like the sigh of a contented woman.” So, there was no explosion or cork flying across the room and precious drops of wine spilled on the floor.
“Okay, before you get your champagne, you have to stand between the beds and face away from each other,” I directed.
“What’s this for, Tony?” Lissa asked.
“You knew about all this being here, Mr. Devious,” Melody chimed in.
“I have a surprise for you. Now here are the rules. You can’t move away from where you are. After our first toast, you can’t turn around and look at anything else. You can’t use your hands for anything but your champagne glass. And you can’t say anything—although I’ll make an exception for general moans and sighs,” I instructed.
“You’re sounding kinky,” Melody said.
“Fun!” Lissa volunteered. I handed them each a glass of champagne and we touched them together.
“Here’s to my true loves,” I said.
We all took a sip. I positioned them back-to-back with just enough room between for me to squeeze in. I set my glass on the bedside table. I reached around Lissa and hugged her to me, letting my hand trail lightly over her torso.
“The limitation of having just one boyfriend, my loves, is deciding who comes first,” I said. My fingers dipped down into Lissa’s pussy and she groaned, leaning back into me. I could hear Melody sigh. “You, my love,” I continued whispering into Lissa’s ear and tickling it with the tip of my tongue, “came first last night. So it’s Melody’s turn tonight.” I tweaked her nipples slightly and Lissa squeaked but kept from saying anything. Then I turned and embraced Melody.
“My dearest Melody,” I began. “You were the first to teach me about love. You helped bring me back to life and show me a light—a way to be happy.” I stroked her sides and cheeks, quickly down her legs and back up the inside, gliding past her sex and looping lightly around her breasts before I let my fingers slide up the curve and lightly pull at the nipples. While Melody was moaning, I pulled the first necklace out of the drawer of the bedside table. I held it so she couldn’t see what I was doing, just in case her eyes were open—which I doubted.
When I pulled the chain around her neck and she felt the weight of the pendant on her throat she let out a little involuntary “Oh!” but she stopped short of saying anything else as she reached up to touch the jewelry. I caught her hand and prevented her from touching it. “I will always love you,” I said as I pulled her hand down and allowed my own to return to her center, probing gently and sprinkling kisses down her neck and across her shoulders. This elicited a long drawn-out moan followed by a plaintive yip when I withdrew.
I turned to face Lissa’s back again and let my fingers caress her ears and down her neck and shoulders.
“Already?” she asked.
“Shhh,” I said as I continued exploring her body. “Lissa, you made love blossom, taught me how to love a lover or two, helped me find the skills to fight being out of control all the time, and made me a part of your family. I’ve never been so happy in my life.” I reached for the second necklace and drew it up beneath her chin and fastened it. She hadn’t stopped making little squeaking noises since I caressed her breast and they increased in volume as my hand neared her core.
“Lissa,” I said as I stroked lightly across her pussy, “I will love you forever.” She pushed her head back to rub her cheek against mine and I kissed it. I stepped back just far enough to reach around Melody and begin turning the girls to face each other.
“My darlings,” I said, “you are my happiness and I love you.”
By this time, they were turned far enough to face each other and their eyes went immediately to the other’s throat where the triple heart nestled. It was like watching one of those games of mirror that people play when one tries to mimic exactly what the other is doing. Their right hands reached out to touch the pendant at the other’s throat while their left hands reached up to touch their own, putting two hands on each pendant, with a champagne glass caught between. They leaned forward and kissed each other softly. Their eyes sparkled as both girls turned toward me.
“It’s beautiful!” they both exclaimed and my face was instantly covered in kisses and my lips sought out two pairs of lips that tasted of heaven. We all walked over to the big mirror on the closet door so we could look at them together. Then champagne, necklaces, and chocolate were all forgotten as I was pushed back onto the bed and buried under a squirming mass of naked girl. It seems the daisy chained hearts were an inspiration to all of us.
It was a very good night.
I’d like to say the morning was just as great, but when we all gathered together for breakfast, we discovered that Harold Anderson had checked out of the hotel and left. That sobered everyone’s mood, though Mom and Lexi oohed and ahhed over the girls’ jewelry. You’d think I’d just given them both big diamond rings as excited as everyone was. My dad looked at me and I really felt like he was proud of me. It was such a cool feeling!
The girls also decided that it was unfair that I didn’t have a piece of jewelry and decided that we needed to go back to the shop. I said that I really couldn’t wear that particular piece because it was too feminine. I had enough trouble with people thinking I was gay. Lissa reminded me that no one who saw me with the two of them would think I was gay, but I still thought the pendant was a little too much.
Miss Hayes was at the jewelry store and immediately came to me to ask if I needed to exchange the chains. She stopped as she looked at the two women with me and just clucked her tongue a bit. “Lovely,” she said. “Just lovely.” I wasn’t sure if she was referring to the pendants or my girlfriends. But once she heard what they wanted and my objection to the triple heart pendant they wore, she nodded her head and went to her office. She returned a moment later with a large photo album of custom jewelry from a variety of different craftsmen. Of course, Lissa wanted to stop on every page, but Miss Hayes had something particular in mind.
The picture she showed them was of a heavy linked chain that had an intricate pattern in the way the links were assembled. But at the center of the chain was what she referred to as a Celtic heart. Instead of three hearts, it was a single heart wrapped in a trefoil of leaves. It was all hammered silver and I agreed that it was manly. Melody and Lissa asked me if I would wear that on my wrist. God, yes!
Of course, it was a special order item from some custom jewelry-maker in Oregon and they decided to have it shipped to Lissa’s house.
We spent the afternoon at the Art Institute of Chicago where I pulled my entire extended family from exhibit to exhibit, having already been there earlier in the week with Allison.
Sunday morning was difficult. We drove Lissa, Melody, and Lexi to the airport and I tearfully kissed my girlfriends goodbye. We agreed we’d be back at Lissa’s house in just a couple of months, but the agony of waiting that long seemed unbearable.
I asked Dad if I could drive first when we headed west and he agreed. Paying attention to the road was the only way I could keep my mind from sinking into self-pity. I didn’t want my parents to see me cry as I thought about Lissa flying west and Melody flying east.
It was ten long hours to Nebraska.
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