Triptych
Eight
I MIGHT BE TURNING INTO A GIRL.
I’m missing some of my favorite girl-bits, and I’ve got this extra tackle between my legs, but maybe living with two girls is rubbing off on me. Is that possible?
When Lissa and I got back from Pilates Saturday morning, we were downright giggling about going out with Kate in the afternoon. We got home to find Melody alternately dancing in place while she bounced up and down or running to the closet to grab yet one more possibility to wear and lay it on the bed. All three of us were so excited!
“Wait! What am I going to wear?” I interjected as Lissa and Melody swapped sundresses.
“Oh my god!” Melody yelled. “Don’t you have shorts and… no, no, no. Those are too ratty.”
“White pants,” Lissa said. “With a nice polo shirt. One with no logo on it.”
“Do they make those?” I asked. “I don’t have any white pants. And it’s a picnic. We’re sitting on the ground. I’d be grass-stained.”
“Wait, not jeans.”
“We have to go shopping!”
Melody and Lissa went shopping. I found myself back at QuickCuts where I went before the party back in May. I hadn’t had a haircut since and they were all appalled.
“So, how many dates do you have tonight?” Donna, the hairdresser, asked. When she’d done the cut in May I had five girls on my arm that night and picked up four more before morning.
“Only three today,” I said.
“Howard!” she called. “He needs another shave.” The big barber headed our direction. “He’d be furious if I let you tell me about it without him being here. I think your last adventure gave him wet dreams for a week.”
“Mmm. Me too,” I said.
“So spill the details before I put the lather on,” Howard said. I grinned.
“Well, my two wives and I…”
“No way!”
“I’m telling the story.”
“Go ahead. Go ahead.”
“Well, the three of us have a crush on this really sweet girl. We’ve been friends for a while, but this afternoon is our first date.”
“You finally got the courage to ask her out?”
“No, she asked us.”
“I’m not believing any of this anymore,” Howard said as he lathered me up. “If there’s more than one, I bet they weigh 250 each.” He scraped off the remains of my beard and mustache while he ranted about beautiful women only being in that kind of relationship if it’s a porn movie. He gave me credit for having a good imagination, though, and he’d certainly look up some good pictures on the Internet to plug into my story that night.
Once he’d finished, Donna held up a mirror for me to inspect the job. I saw behind me Melody and Lissa walk into the shop with their arms full of packages. I thanked Donna and pulled out my wallet to pay her as I walked up to the girls. They both kissed me on the cheek.
“Oooo. So smooth!” Melody squealed.
“Your face would feel so good betwe… um” Lissa cut her little fantasy short realizing that Donna was staring at us. I gave her the money.
“Hey, Howard!” she called. “I think they like the shave.”
We looked toward the back of the shop in time to see Howard’s head come up and look at the three of us. I grinned. He dropped his razor and narrowly missed doing damage to his foot. The look on his face was precious. I waved and we left.
On the way home we stopped to wash and vacuum the car, running around each other, splashing, and laughing. Then we had to decide what the proper seating arrangement would be. I definitely won that because we all agreed that the place of honor was the front passenger seat. I’d be driving and Lissa and Melody would be in the second row.
It was two o’clock and we’d pick up Kate at half past four, so we entertained ourselves and each other. That included a hot-tub, and a fair amount of fooling around in bed. Lissa told me exactly where she thought my face would feel good and I proceeded to put it there. While I pushed my freshly shaved cheeks up between her legs, Melody played with Lissa’s nipples. There’s something to be said for having a couple of orgasms before you go out on a date to calm you down. But by four, we were all dressed and fidgeting around wanting to leave.
“Would you look at us?” I asked. “We look like we’ve never been on a date before.”
I was wearing a nice pair of chinos, sandals with no socks, and a thin, short-sleeved linen shirt. I felt pretty darn good, but looking at Lissa and Melody, I was barely up to standard. Melody was wearing one of her custom-made sundresses—this time strapless. It was green and had a leaf pattern. I still hadn’t figured out how she made them. It was something about scattering leaves on the fabric and then spraying it with bleach. Amazing.
Lissa chose to wear shorts and a linen blouse that nearly matched my shirt with epaulets on the shoulder and pockets that covered the necessary parts of her breasts since she was definitely braless. I could tell from across the room that she was excited.
“Well, we’ve never been on a first date like this,” Melody said. “I mean, think of it. When we first got together, we came right over here and spent a weekend trying to screw each other’s brains out. Then when we got together with Lissa, we did the same thing.”
“I’ve never been out on a first date,” Lissa said. She blushed. “I never dated.”
I gathered Melody and Lissa into my arms.
“Are you excited?” I whispered. “As excited as I am?”
Both girls looked up at me and then at each other. Their eyes were glistening as they nodded. We kissed and I held them tightly.
“Well, let’s go pick up our date, then,” I said.
Kate was a knockout! She chose shorts—really short white shorts—and a pink tank top. She wore a gray, lightweight jersey hoodie that constantly fell off one shoulder or the other. It covered her back down to about the bottom of her shorts. It was pulled just far enough in toward the front to cover her nipples, which I was sure would be visible otherwise. Her hair, instead of hanging in her usual ponytail was pulled up in a knot at the nape of her neck so her shoulders were bare.
The three people with her—yeah, that was us—couldn’t keep their tongues in their mouths.
We’d brought the blankets and Kate had a picnic basket, a cooler, and a big thermos. We went through the gates promptly at five p.m. when they opened and joined the mad rush to the concert lawn. We staked out a space just right of center and about half-way up the lawn. It wasn’t long before there wasn’t even a path between the blankets as hundreds of people came to set up their places.
The meal that Kate set out for us was unbelievable.
“Did you make all this, Kate?” Lissa asked as food kept coming out of the baskets.
“Didn’t you know my dorm room includes a gourmet kitchen? It’s just up the street at Whole Paycheck. Did I overdo it?”
“Kitten, this is a feast. We may have to invite everyone else here to help eat it,” I said. “Sushi? Are you literally trying to feed the multitude with loaves and fishes?”
“I’ve never had it before, so I thought this would be a good time to try it. Do you like sushi?”
“I’ve never had it either,” I answered. “In Nebraska, this is called ‘bait.’ Lissa?”
“You can’t live in Seattle for as long as I have and not have at least tried it. Ooo. Sashimi.”
“Is it raw?” Melody asked. “All the fish where I come from are cooked. Really well.”
“Oh, well, there’s some traditional stuff, too,” Kate said. “Fried chicken and potato salad. And I have some Indian samosas and a cold soup they called gazpacho, I think.”
“Cold soup?” I asked. “I never imagined that. I’ll try it.”
“I expect you’ll try everything, Tony,” Lissa laughed. “You can be our official taster.”
“There’s no poison in here, is there, Kitten? The taster doesn’t particularly want this to be the last supper.”
“If there is, we’ll sue the deli when you’re gone,” she giggled. “For mental distress and hardship.”
“And loss of services,” Melody added.
We were sitting in a circle around the food and it was all really good. That also gave us the right angle to see each other. I have to say that with Lissa, Melody, and Kate ranged around me, I had the best view. I guess I was getting plenty of looks, too. Once I caught Kate staring at me and for some reason, I could feel myself blush—you know, that kind of tickling behind your ears and feeling your face get hot?
She smiled at me.
I know that lots of times, someone grins, smirks, leers, laughs, giggles, or some other facial expression that you get the meaning of right away. But who just smiles? I don’t mean a forced smile for a camera that always looks like your face got frozen. I mean just a happy, open—yeah, loving—smile. When Kate smiled, she committed. When she smiled, her whole body smiled. And it didn’t hurt that her hoodie had fallen back so far that it was just hooked at her elbows and we could see every curve and every breath she took.
“I wish I’d known Seattle was so beautiful when I moved here.”
“Do you mean the weather or the company?” Lissa asked.
“Yeah.”
We packed the remains of dinner away—except for the pie, the cookies and the thermos. I flopped back on the blanket, almost too full to move. I felt a familiar presence beside me and Lissa leaned up to kiss my cheek. She reached her left hand across me and laid it on my chest. I had my eyes closed as we waited for the singers to start and felt a hand in my right hand and a bare leg against my leg. I raised the hand to my lips and then brought it to my chest where Lissa’s hand joined them. I lifted my head just a little and saw Melody cuddled up on the other side of Kate and knew she was holding hands, too.
We stayed that way for maybe five minutes watching a few errant clouds scuttling across the sky. Then a single voice cut through the air and suddenly it was full of the amazing sound of Ladysmith Black Mambazo. We were pulled back to a sitting position and wrapped up in their magical sounds. By the third number I felt something pulling me inside. By the fifth, I couldn’t sit still. I slipped out from between Kate and Lissa and let Lissa slide over to take my place. She looked at me quizzically, but I couldn’t respond. I was rummaging in my pack and in a minute, I had a sketchbook and pencils.
“Do you guys mind if I make a quick sketch?” I whispered. We were supposed to be enjoying a concert together, but I just had to draw. All three girls gave me a broad smile.
The park was a riot of colors. We’d brought a blue and white quilt and a bright yellow blanket to sit on. The cooler lid was blue and the basket was sepia. Kate’s tank top was pink next to Melody’s green sundress. The people on the next blanket over were sitting on little camp chairs that were a burnt orange with dark green and wheat stripes. The guy and girl sitting right in front of us were both dressed in black and I thought for an instant that they must be art students, too.
I had watercolor pencils somewhere in my bag and after racing through a couple of graphite sketches, I pulled out the colored pencils and began filling in spaces. My heart was beating in time with the African rhythms being sung. I couldn’t stop my pencils. I was in the zone.
I pulled a brush out of my pencil box and Kate reached across Lissa to hand me a bottle of water. The colors blended. The whole scene came to life. When the music ended, everyone broke out in applause, but my three dates were looking at me as they clapped. I felt that magical release that is almost like an orgasm, but it’s quieter and not as messy. Still, it is no less intense. It totally drained me and I was shaking.
When we got back to the car, I handed the keys to Lissa. She drove with Kate in the passenger seat and Melody held me in the back. I seriously hoped that I’d not ruined our big date. But I was sure Kate understood, just by the way she looked at me and smiled. I bet she experiences the same thing when she draws.
“Would you like to come back to our place?” I heard Lissa ask Kate.
“Gosh. Aren’t I supposed to be asking you up for a drink?” Kate giggled. Then she got serious. “Guys, I’m not ready for the evening to end if you don’t want to, but I’m really not ready for… other stuff, either. I like you a lot, but I want to just date you for a while, you know? I mean… I’d like a second date. God! I’d like a million dates, but a second one would be nice. Could we just sit and talk and maybe cuddle or hold hands for a while before I go home?”
“Kitten, you are in control,” Melody said. I don’t think I’d heard her use the pet name before. “Let’s go back and make tea and see what food we can salvage and have for lunch tomorrow. When we’re done, you can use the guest room so we don’t have to go back out after we get comfy if you want. I know you still have a toothbrush there.”
“Okay. If you don’t mind… I mean… I just…”
“Hey,” I said. “This is our first date. I’m still not sure if we should kiss you goodnight.”
When we got back to the house, we discovered there were two containers of salads that we hadn’t even opened. Everything was still cold, so we wrapped it all up and got it in the refrigerator, then went to sit on the deck. It was such a beautiful view over the Sound. I couldn’t imagine how much this place must have cost Lissa. Dusk lingered—still light enough to see the water and the various lights coming on below us at ten at night. The heat held, too. I jumped up.
“Drinks!” I said.
I ran into the kitchen and got out my favorite summer concoction: a bottle of cranberry juice and a bottle of ginger ale. I considered making floats, but with all we had to eat this evening, I thought my special cocktail would do the trick. I got out tall glasses and straws and served my ladies.
“That’s pretty,” Kate said. “It doesn’t have any… uh…”
“Alcohol free,” I said. “Your honor is safe with us.”
“I wasn’t really worried,” she hastened to add. “I just don’t do alcohol. That little drink you served at the party was more than I’ve ever had.” She took a sip. “This is good!”
“Tony’s a man of many talents,” Lissa said.
“We are not going to catalog them tonight,” I said firmly.
“I know, let’s get ready for bed and play Scrabble,” Melody said. “It’s cooler in the house anyway.”
We agreed and all rushed to put pajamas—or in my case, a pair of cutoff sweats and a t-shirt—and then moved to the living room. Lissa cleared off the coffee table while Melody got the game and I refreshed a pitcher of drinks. I felt arms wrap around me from behind and got a nice hug. Kate laid her head against my back.
“Thank you,” she said.
I put both my hands over hers.
“We should all be thanking you. We’ve wanted to do this for a long time and didn’t know what to do.”
“Maybe it will get easier now.”
“Or at least more frequent.” That got me another squeeze before she went to the living room. I turned to see her sexy butt bouncing in a pair of Melody’s pajama bottoms and a baby-doll top. Oh wow!
Scrabble is not my best game and it was made more difficult by having three sexy girls barely covered in summer PJs. I made a couple decent scores, and Lissa made some good words, but it was soon evident that the contest was between Melody and Kate. Melody certainly had not had that much competition when Lissa and I played her.
Melody thought she wrapped up the game when she played off a trailing ’s’ near the bottom of the board and put down all her letters to spell SQUARELY. It took us a while to add it up with the Q on a double letter score, the E on a double word score and all her letters played. Her total was 108 points. The best I could think anyone would be able to play on that would be something like YES to get a triple word score, but Kate’s play was next. She laid all her letters down. TRIPTYCH. We were blown away. She’d covered two triple word scores. It took us a bit of arguing to decide if the word was tripled and the results added to another triple, but we finally agreed that the only fair way was to triple it and then triple the results. Plus 50 for playing all her letters. She scored 221. That was about twice what I’d scored in the entire game.
“Agh!” Melody screamed. “I hate you! Don’t you know you’re supposed to let your date win?”
She slid off the sofa with a pillow and started hitting Kate with it. Kate responded by wrestling with Melody to try to get control of the pillow. They narrowly missed a drink, which I grabbed and set with the rest of the drinks on the mantel. Lissa quickly scooped up the Scrabble board and pieces and put them on the dining room table.
Lissa and I were both turning back to the fight when all the giggling and laughing suddenly stopped. We saw Kate with Melody pinned beneath her, their lips mashed together. Their pajama tops had ridden up high enough that their bare tummies were pressed together. It didn’t look like they were going to come up for air anytime soon.
“I wonder if they’re ticklish,” I whispered to Lissa after we’d shared a little kiss while watching them. She grinned and we fell into the pile.
More wrestling ensued and pretty soon Lissa surrendered to Kate and Melody and I shared a kiss while we watched Kate thoroughly buss Lissa. I wasn’t really sure that Lissa tried all that hard to keep from being pinned. When Melody and I had decided this had gone on long enough, we launched back into the fray. I turned the tables on Kate and pinned her beneath my larger frame.
“Gotcha,” I said. I missed my wives sneaking up behind me and before I knew it, they had pulled me off Kate and each sat on one of my arms as I lay flat on my back with Kate on top.
“I am the champion,” Kate said. Then she lay fully on top of me and my mouth got the workout she’d given Melody and Lissa. The tentative shyness that I’d experienced with Kate was gone and the kiss I got had serious intentions. My hard cock was firmly rising between Kate’s legs and she ground herself against it. Suddenly Kate was up off of me and moving toward the hall.
“I’m really tired and need to go to bed now,” she said, panting. She backed away from us toward the guest room. “Thank you for all the really nice goodnight kisses and a wonderful time tonight. Goodnight!”
With that, she dashed into the guest room and shut the door.
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