Triptych
Nine
OH MY GOD! Did she just tease us?” I asked when we’d recovered enough to wobble to our own room and shut the door.
“Prick tease and pussy tease rolled into one,” Melody sighed.
“If one or more of you doesn’t do something about my leaking pussy right now I’m going to explode,” Lissa said.
“I don’t know, Lissa,” I said. “Isn’t that like the equivalent of a high school boy going home after a date and beating off?”
“Oh!”
“No, it’s not like that, lover,” Lissa said. “We’re partners. We’re all turned on and need each other. I want you, Tony.” By the time she’d said the words, she was stripped naked. I glanced over my shoulder and Melody was flinging her bottoms across the room somewhere near where her top had gone.
“I don’t think so, darlings,” I said. “I don’t think you want Tony’s boy cock. You want to taste our sweet Kitten’s pussy. You want to feel her tongue lapping up your juices. You want her perky nipples in your mouth and pressed against your aching tits.” Both Melody and Lissa were moaning on the bed and writhing around like cats in heat. I was on a roll. “You want her purple-painted fingernails scratching along your back while she kisses you and tells you how much she wants you. You want to feel her fingers caressing your ass as she pulls your pussy against hers. You want to tangle your fingers in her hair as you pull her face to your lips, your breasts, and your pussy. You even want to suck her little toes into your mouth and bathe them with your tongue while she makes you scream out your orgasm.”
Both Melody and Lissa grabbed pillows and stuffed them in their mouths with one hand while the other madly frigged their pussies. Twin Peaks. I swear that if they’d come any harder, I’d have to wash the ceiling. Oh, they’d done the same thing to me a few months ago and Allison had heard us clear down the hall. It was fun to get them back a little and to see them climax without ever having touched them.
The only problem was that I was horny, too. I wanted Kate just as badly as my lovers did. And my cock had left a huge wet spot on my sweats after Kate ground herself down on me.
Lissa and Melody were coming down enough that they’d removed the pillows from their faces and turned to kiss each other. They looked at me.
“Evil man,” Lissa hissed.
Both girls’ eyes came to rest on my erection, still tenting my sweats.
“Somebody’s gonna get it,” Melody said imitating Lissa’s tone almost perfectly.
They got on their hands and knees and came crawling toward me. There are things other than fear that can freeze a man in his tracks. I couldn’t have moved from that spot if the house was on fire. They pulled my sweats down and once they were around my ankles, I stepped out of them. My T-shirt followed.
I was up first in the morning and decided to bring coffee to my lovers who were still wrapped in each other’s arms. It was going to be a lazy Sunday morning and I thought maybe I’d make omelets for everyone. I remembered buying bell peppers and ham the last time we were at the store. Of course, there was all that food from last night, so maybe we didn’t need to cook at all.
That thought was accompanied by the realization that I wasn’t the only one awake. I heard what I thought was crying coming from the living room. My suspicion was confirmed when I saw Kate huddled in the middle of the sofa with her face buried in her hands. I walked over to her and put my hands gently on her shoulders.
“Kitten? Are you all right, sweetie? Tell me why you’re upset.”
“Oh, Tony!” she sobbed as she grabbed hold of me so hard I fell onto the sofa beside her. “I’m sorry. I’m so sorry to all of you.”
I looked around quickly, thinking that maybe she broke something, but I didn’t see anything out of place.
“Why are you sorry, Kitten?”
“I teased you last night and then I ran off and sent you away with bluebells and you must hate me. I’m sorry. That’s not what I meant, but I got carried away and then I got scared and then…”
“Shh,” I comforted. I pulled her up out of the sofa and led her to the big recliner next to the fireplace. I plopped down and pulled her into my lap then leaned the chair back so she was cuddled up on me. Just like a kitten. “You’re not very experienced, are you?” I whispered. She shook her head, barely letting it leave my chest. “Well, first—all those stories you’ve heard about guys getting blue balls—that’s the word—are an exaggeration made up by whiny men to get their way. Guys know how to take care of things themselves. Girls, too. We’re all pretty good at satisfying ourselves—especially when we don’t know what our relationship is.”
“You’re okay?” I nodded. “Melody and Lissa, too?” I nodded again. She relaxed in my arms a little.
“There’s something else you should know because you’re dating a trio, remember? There are three of us. Things have been pretty hectic since we got back. Between the boys and the new business and art commissions… I’ll tell you… and you don’t have to pass this on to anyone… last night was the best sex since we got back.”
“Just kissing you?”
“Uh… no… uh… what happened after you went to bed.”
“Oh.” She gasped. “Oh!” She looked at me intently and I could see her eyes filling with tears again. I pulled her back to hug her to me. “You… you… you… don’t really need me at all, do you?” she sobbed.
“Kate. We… I love you. We want you. We might even need you, but that’s really lowest on the list. We want you so much that we will take things at any pace you set. None of us are going to push you to do anything you don’t want to do or don’t think you’re ready for. We want you to be happy.”
She didn’t say anything for a long time and I thought that she might have cried herself to sleep. I wasn’t objecting. I’d held Kate’s hand and we’d hugged and kissed. But somehow, having her curled up in a little ball in my lap was so much more intimate that I could hardly bear it. When she spoke, it was so softly I almost missed it.
“I love you, too. All y’all.”
I sat there and petted her back as we both drifted off to sleep again.
I woke up to a soft kiss on my lips. It took a second for it to register that the angle was wrong for it to be Kate. I pried my eyes open to look at Lissa leaning over to kiss Kate softly.
“Coffee,” she whispered.
Kate stirred and Lissa moved her kiss from cheek to lips. That progressed to me leaning in to add my lips to the two girls.
“Me too.” I heard Melody’s voice as she came up and pushed Lissa and me out of the way. She had a slow luxurious kiss with Kate and then kissed me with such sweet abandon that I was afraid I’d dump Kate on the floor. When Melody pulled back at last, Kate snuggled deeper against my chest if possible.
“S’eepy,” she said.
“Coffee,” Lissa said plaintively.
“Sorry, Kitten. That’s me. I bet someone will cuddle you, though.”
I straightened the recliner and lifted Kate in my arms. Lissa and Melody ran to the sofa and curled up next to each other holding out their arms for Kate. I deposited her in their laps and went to make the morning coffee.
It’s not that there’s any great art to making coffee—especially when you’ve got a fancy machine like Lissa’s—but it’s become my job to get coffee for my lovers. I realized that I didn’t know how Kate liked her coffee. Melody likes hers with cream and sugar. Lissa just likes cream. I drink mine black like my dad—his coffee I mean.
I took Lissa and Melody’s coffee to them and found them talking softly with Kate. I figured they were having the same conversation after some fashion as I had with Kate earlier.
“I don’t know how you take your coffee, beautiful,” I said.
“Oh. I don’t know. I only ever drink lattes, so I don’t know how to drink just coffee.”
“Not to worry,” I said. “I know what to do.”
I went back to the kitchen and heated and frothed some milk. I poured coffee over the foam. I grabbed my cup and went out to join the girls. I handed Kate her latte and she sipped it and smiled at me. Have I mentioned her smile? Yeah. I guess I have.
“We’re all agreed,” Lissa said. “Kate sets the pace. We love her and want her in our lives, but we aren’t going to do anything that doesn’t make her happy.”
Kate started crying again and I sat on the floor in front of them so I could reach her too.
“What is it, Kitten? Doesn’t that make you happy?”
“Yes. I was so alone last year and so afraid. And then… and then there was you three and everything was different. And I just don’t want to ruin anything. I’ll do whatever you want.”
“Huh-uh,” Melody said. She was firm and direct, holding Kate’s face in her hands as she spoke. “You’ll do whatever you want. I was so dense last year. I had no idea you were feeling so lonely. I should have known. We all were in one way or another.”
“Tony was an absolute wreck,” Lissa said. “I was feeling isolated and alone, too, and I’ve been living here for years with two sons and an ex-husband.”
“We never seem to think that other people around us feel lonely, too,” I said. “I almost didn’t come back for second semester. I actually packed my dorm room and sent everything home by UPS.”
Lissa and Melody both gasped at that. I’d never told them how close I was to quitting before I found them or they found me. Lissa grabbed my face and kissed me.
“The important thing is that we’ve got each other now,” she said. “Whether we’re lovers or the very best of friends—or both—we won’t be alone.”
“I’m sorry I’m just not ready for the ‘lovers’ part,” Kate said. “But I’m so glad about the ‘best friends’ part. Can we have another date?”
“We’d love to!” we all said at the same time.
Sunday night, it was back to the three of us. After a lunch of continued great food from the picnic, we all piled into the car and took Kate home to her dorm. We each kissed her goodbye and it was sweet. Then we came home to sit at the table and plan out our week.
“So tomorrow I’m supposed to go sketch Sharon Reeves,” I said. “Are either of you available to chaperone me? Clarice said she’d rearrange her schedule to go if neither of you are able to.”
“I’ll go!” said Lissa. “I’m sorry. I know you have to work with her. I won’t get in the way if you want her to go.”
“I’d go,” Melody said, “but I want to go see Professor DeWitt if she is around. I need to find out if our idea about dying our own fabric is even remotely feasible. Then I’ve got to buy fabric and get started on the designs for Noelle’s dresses.”
“Okay. If you are really available, I’d like you to go, Lissa. I’d feel a lot more comfortable.”
“I’m with you. It’s really only going to be a couple of hours, right?”
“Two hours for the sitting and it will take us half an hour to go over the sketches. And travel. It’s not too far, though, I guess.”
“Okay.”
“Ahem,” Melody cleared her throat. “It has come to my attention that someone has been withholding important information from the partnership.” I looked at her trying to figure out what the heck she was talking about. “Tomorrow is the first of August. It seems that for one member of the partnership, it will be the last day that she is twenty-six years old.” My head snapped around to Lissa. She was shaking her head.
“I don’t want to celebrate my birthday,” she said. “I’m sorry, but it embarrasses me.”
“Why?” I asked. “Birthdays are important. Of course we want to celebrate yours.”
“But I’m so much older. It just reminds me that you guys are still in your teens. I feel… old.”
I wrapped up Lissa in my arms and Melody threw herself in Lissa’s lap with her arms wrapped around her waist.
“You are not old,” I said. “And I have a way to prove it.”
“What?” Lissa asked. She hadn’t started crying, but I recognized the expression that I’d seen last when she was ready to bolt. No way was I letting that happen.
“Well, we don’t have to celebrate whatever year your birth certificate says. We can celebrate any age you want. But… I like having an older wife, and I’ve discovered that she likes an occasional glass of wine. So, I’ve decided we’ll have to celebrate your twenty-first birthday this week. How’s that sound?”
“Wait. I’m going to be twenty-seven, but we’re going to celebrate my twenty-first? That’s insane. I like it.”
“You’ve always said you didn’t get to do some of the things other kids did. There’s no reason not to do them now,” Melody said.
“Oh, you sweet, sweet loves,” Lissa said. “Let’s hurry and get the rest of our week calendar set so we can go to bed.”
I was all for that. We set up our training schedule, my meetings with Coach Jacobson, and Melody decided she wanted to take a drive on Saturday to go see Amy if she could. She was convinced we were going to need someone stronger in advertising graphics to finalize our logo and website design. We all agreed that Amy would be perfect. Finally, we made it to the bedroom.
“It seems different,” Melody said.
“Well, for one thing, you won’t have to stuff a pillow in your mouth when you come,” I said. “Last night was pretty intense.”
“I noticed you had your face buried in a pillow, too,” Melody said.
I flopped down in the middle of the bed. We’d never made it back here this morning and I still had my shorts on. Melody and Lissa followed me and we all lay there fully dressed.
“Melody? Lissa? You know how much I love you, don’t you?”
“Of course, darling,” Lissa said. “And I love you so much I can hardly breathe sometimes.”
“Me too,” Melody said.
“You really mean all the world to me. When I gave you these—” I pointed to the necklaces they both always wore—“I married you. In my heart, I gave my all to you and there is no one more important to me in the world than the two of you are.” They both reached up to kiss my cheeks, but didn’t say anything. I think they knew what I was about to say. “No one.”
“So…?” Melody encouraged me.
“So, why am I so attracted to Kate? Why, with the two most beautiful and satisfying women in the world lying next to me, do I think of her? It’s not too late, you know. We could break it off. We could just be best friends and stop this dating thing. I don’t want anything or anyone to interfere with what we have. I’d stop.”
“I’m not sure I could,” Lissa whispered. “It’s not about not liking what we have, darling. I love you fiercely. And you, Melody, I couldn’t imagine my life without you, I love you so much. But I want Kate. There’s just something about her.”
“She calls to me. It’s like I can’t get enough of her,” Melody said. “Listen to me. We haven’t even slept with her and I feel addicted to her. She just left and I can’t wait to see her again. I want to hold her hand and kiss her and…”
“I told her I loved her,” I said so softly that I almost hoped they couldn’t hear.
“So did I,” Melody said.
“I wish I had,” Lissa said.
“Tony, remember what you told Allison? We’d know when it was right?” Melody said. “Kate’s right. We all love her and she loves all of us. I know Allison loves all of us, too, but Kate doesn’t have any hang-ups about kissing girls… or anything else. She just seems so…”
“Inexperienced,” I said. “When you and I got together, neither of us really knew what we were doing and we discovered everything together. Then Lissa came along and pretended to know the whole world and teach us… you little devil.” We were all laughing and tickling each other. I eventually continued. “But we were all on our own mission of discovery. Kate looks at the three of us and what we have and feels outside and inexperienced. I think she is inexperienced.”
“Which means we have to be even more careful and gentle with her,” Lissa said. “I just want to wrap her in my arms and carry her around and protect her. She’s not a baby, but I just want to hold her.”
“And she’s done more than I ever dreamed of,” I said. “Did you know she took the ferry to Victoria by herself? I’ve never been out of the country!”
“We’re going to have to take you to Canada!” Lissa said. “Maybe we could get Kate to guide us.”
“You’re right though,” Melody said. “There’s just something about her that is right. I don’t want to mess anything up.”
“Here’s to our Kitten,” I said and soundly kissed both my wives.
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