Triptych
Eleven
OF COURSE, NEITHER LISSA NOR I were allowed anywhere near Melody once she got to the hospital and they called her mother. Lexi asked them to please communicate with us since she was in Boston. We were going to have to do something about this. Those power of attorney things were going to be really important.
Fortunately, the boys were at Jack’s this week, but I called him to let him know what had happened. I had an idea for the weekend I wanted to run by him, too, and was pleased with his response. Lissa and I missed our training time and didn’t even think about it. I was sure the club would be pissed about us leaving our court empty, but they could just suck it as far as I was concerned. When I finally got to the hospital and got to see Melody, I was morose and angry and scared and… Well, let’s just say it hadn’t been a good day. I called the Hotel Monaco downtown and reserved a suite with a king sized bed.
They brought Melody out of the hospital in a wheelchair. How dumb is that? She inhaled bleach, but now that they were releasing her, they couldn’t let her walk. The guy pushing the chair got just outside the doors and put the brakes on. He wasn’t going one step further. Apparently, that’s where the hospital’s liability ends. I’m surprised he didn’t tilt the chair forward and dump her. Lissa walked her to where I was opening the car door.
We got to the hotel and I left the car with the valet. The doorman wanted to take our bags, but I only had the one, so I shouldered it and we went in. The room was nice. There was a big tub, but it wasn’t meant for three. Melody and Lissa went in to bathe while I ordered room service for dinner.
We were all sitting on the sofa—the girls wrapped in cuddly robes—when there was a knock at the door. The server wheeled in a cart that folded out into a table. It was very elegant and we ate like we hadn’t seen food all day. As it turned out, none of us had eaten anything since breakfast, and that was a long time ago. While we were eating, there was another knock. A young maid stood there.
“I turn down your bed?” she asked the statement.
She was Asian and as I’d been schooling myself in facial composition, I thought she might be Vietnamese, but it was a wild-ass guess. I motioned her to go ahead and dug in my pocket for another dollar to tip her. She was done and in the main room before we started dessert.
“Make sofa bed?” she asked.
I looked at Melody and Lissa and grinned.
“That won’t be necessary, thank you,” I said. The two girls were giggling. The maid looked at us, smiled, and ran back into the bedroom. She was out a moment later.
“Goodnight,” she said. “Thank you.” She took the modest tip and left. I stepped into the bedroom and saw that she’d placed a chocolate each on three pillows.
“Somehow, I don’t think we’re nearly the strangest thing she’s ever seen in this hotel,” I ventured.
“Let’s get rid of the dinner tray so we won’t be disturbed again,” Lissa said. I pushed the table out into the hall and hung the ‘do not disturb’ sign on the door. Melody and Lissa had moved to the bed. They were kissing. What perfect sweetness. I love these women.
“I want to do something kinky,” Lissa said.
Melody and I looked at each other and I raised an eyebrow.
“Darling, we’re a threesome. By society’s standards, everything we do is kinky.”
“But it’s my birthday—almost—and I want something special. I want to do something very naughty.”
“Somehow, I think we’d enjoy that,” I said.
“What do you want to do?” Melody asked.
“I want you to watch.”
“I’ve done that before,” Melody answered. “That’s not new or kinky.”
“No,” Lissa said. She drew a deep breath. “I want you… both… to watch… me.”
Now I was stunned. I didn’t think of Lissa as an exhibitionist, but at the same time, she didn’t mind modeling nude and was completely comfortable without clothes at home. Maybe this was something kinky.
“How do you want…? What should we…? Where…?” I wasn’t getting my words out very well.
“I just want you both… to sit… there,” she said pointing to the bench at the end of the bed, “and watch me… and not touch… me… or each other. I want to come for you.”
Oh my god! I was hard already. I’d read stories online—hey, everybody knows where to find that kind of stuff—and some included voyeuristic scenes. But they were always directed by the viewer, often having to convince or order the performer. But Lissa wanted to just entertain us. Well, no. Not just entertain. She wanted to be sure our attention was fixed on her and not on each other.
After removing the chocolates, she stacked the pillows so she could recline without lying flat on her back. She wanted to see Melody and me sitting at the foot of the bed. And she wanted to talk. I sensed somehow that something more was going on than exhibitionism, but I had no idea what. All we could do was watch and wait.
“I suppose you are wondering why I called this meeting,” she giggled. “God! This is harder than I thought it would be. Somehow having your face buried between my legs—either of you—feels less exposed than just spreading my legs and letting you look.” She hadn’t done that yet, but her hands were smoothing her robe over her curves. I realized she wasn’t just smoothing the fabric, she was petting herself—her shoulders and arms, her breasts, her legs. She closed her eyes for a moment and then they snapped back open. She looked directly into my eyes. And then at Melody.
“I’m beautiful,” she whispered. Duh! Still, in all the time we’d known each other, I’d never heard Lissa talk about her looks. “You don’t know how much that was drilled into my head when I was young. ‘You’re beautiful. You should be a model,’ was all I heard from the time I was six or seven. My parents didn’t push it, but they let Jack set up a few gigs for me. They absolutely forbade me to enter any beauty pageants. I think they were disappointed that I didn’t have more brains than beauty.”
“But…” I began.
“Shhh,” she cut me off. “This is my story—a bedtime story I’m telling my lovers.” She untied her belt and let the robe slide down her shoulders. Her head was lifted and she used a finger to stroke down the perfect symmetry from the center of her forehead, down her nose, across her lips and under her chin. She continued down her center axis, almost the way I would draw her, tracing through the hollow at the base of her throat and down between her breasts. The fabric moved away as she continued the line past her navel and down between her labia.
“I always compared myself to the other models and thought I was only average. But other people—not models—acted differently around me. I never trusted what anyone said. Jack was the only person who had cared for me because I was me and not because my body was perfect. Even after we divorced. So I got a reputation. I snubbed everyone in racquetball and became the Ice Queen.” Her left hand casually stroked her breast, pushing the robe away so we could see her tight hard nipple as she pinched it lightly. I could feel Melody’s breath catch. She so loves to play with Lissa’s nipples.
“Then Tony came into the club and we played racquetball. He was a nice guy and we played well. And he never once made a pass. You were never rude, darling. You may have even paid me a compliment or two. But I never felt that you wanted anything from me except good competition on the court. I started to relax around you. Mmm. Maybe once or twice, while I was sitting in the hot-tub after our game, I let myself think about you in the next locker room sitting naked in a tub…” She let the robe fall fully open as she stroked both of her breasts and pushed down toward her center. I could tell this was affecting Melody by her breathing. At least, I hoped it was what she was seeing and hearing and not a residual effect of the fumes she’d breathed. I know I was hard as a rock. I wiggled a little to get things more comfortable.
“Take your clothes off so I can look at you,” Lissa said. That took us about a second. “Yes. Just the way I imagined it at the club. But then there was Melody.” I glanced to my right. Melody’s grin was as broad as the room. I almost missed the first time Lissa’s hand dipped down into her pussy. The deep breath she took caused those magnificent breasts to rise and fall. Her eyes drifted closed and her legs parted to give her better access—and us a better view. I wanted to stroke myself. No; I wanted to jump up and plunge into that beautiful creature.
I sat still.
“I let all my barriers down the day Melody walked into the club. At first I just thought ‘Oh, they’re cute and they’re together, so they’ll be safe enough.’ But something started to happen to me. I felt the ice melting. I felt two people, who were obviously in love, turn their affections on me as well. I know we were a little awkward at first, trying to figure out what body part went where, but you laughed with me, and tickled me, and kissed me.”
Her eyes closed again as her breathing sped up. Two fingers were plunging into her depths. Wet slapping sounds came from her as she rubbed her clit. She neared her peak and then slowed down as her eyes opened again. I was leaking. I could smell the sweet fragrance of two women in high arousal. Melody had let her legs part and periodically squeeze closed, but, like me, she hadn’t let her hands wander.
“I wasn’t nearly as experienced as I let on when we met,” Lissa continued. “My few encounters with other models and with Jack revealed more about them than me. No matter how often I’d had sex with my husband, he was still my guardian and protector more than my lover. But the way you both looked at me changed the way I saw myself. Mmm!” she whined suddenly. Her hips jerked involuntarily and from five feet away, so did mine.
“The way Tony painted me… I saw… saw for the first time… what it meant to be beautiful. That there was more to me than a body everyone wanted to use. Someone loved me—someones loved me for everything I am. From the first time my Little One took my nipple between her lips, I knew she wanted to love more than my body. She wanted all of me. And when I lay between her legs with our lover next to me, Tony and I shared more than the sweet taste of her nectar.”
Lissa spread her labia, glistening with her juices, as she fingered her clit faster. The bud of her arousal was glowing pink and her lips were flushed crimson. I’d seen her more closely as I ate her, but I’d never looked more intently—my eyes going from her rapidly moving hands to the expressions on her face and back. The open passage that she showed us as she pleasured herself was a coral reef inviting divers. Melody moaned beside me.
“We shared our love. We shared joy in pleasing our lover. We shared joy in pleasing each other. Whatever combination we were in, I saw how beautiful I was in your eyes. You never asked for the Ice Queen—the cold symbol of physical beauty I made of myself. You wanted the warm, living, breathing, wet, lustful, loving person I am. Look at me, loves. Look at how I’m dripping. Look at how my clit stands up for you. Look how wet my fingers are when I pull them out of my pussy. Look at what… you… do… to me… just being there… looking. OH!”
That was it. Lissa shuddered and convulsed. Her exclamation was punctuated by Melody’s gasp as she threw herself against me to keep from falling off the bench and my ejaculate shot out of my cock. We rocked back and forth, prying our eyes open to look past the still-open pussy of our lover and into her eyes. She pulled her arms out of the sleeves of her robe and held them out to us.
“I love you so much!” Lissa said. “Every good thing in my life is better because of you. Come and love me. This is the happiest birthday of my life!”
The house was all in one piece when we got back on Tuesday and we set about getting things cleaned up. The bleach smell had pretty much dissipated. We looked at the ruined fabric, which made Melody sad, but two pieces of the three she bought for Noelle’s dresses hadn’t been unpacked, so the damage was more limited than we all thought at first. Melody decided to wash the ruined material instead of throwing it out. “You never can tell,” she said.
She also spent a good bit of time on the phone with her textiles instructor, Prof. DeWitt and decided to go meet with her again while Lissa and I went to the club to work out. We all agreed that we’d go out for dinner to officially celebrate Lissa’s birthday, even though we’d had a rather expensive impromptu celebration last night.
“Can we invite Kate?” Lissa asked. Melody and I grinned and I sent a text to Kate since she was at work. We agreed to have an early dinner at Carmine’s since it was a work night.
It was a tough workout. John ran us sideways up and down the basketball court for nearly half an hour before he had us work on a machine that both stretched and strengthened our upper bodies. It wasn’t exactly Pilates, but by the time we made it to the court for practice, we were both dripping sweat. I thought maybe we’d take it a little easier after the intense off-court workout, but Lissa had other ideas.
Her first serve came in an inch off the floor when it crossed the short line. I fumbled a return into the side wall and ten seconds later she fired another serve past me. Hmm. Someone wants a birthday spanking! I thought. It took me two more serves before I could get fully settled into the zone, but then it was a run for the money. Half an hour later we were exhausted and neither of us had any idea what the score was. We wobbled off the court to find John standing there with his arms crossed. He doesn’t usually watch us on-court all that much, so I was a little surprised.
“No. That’s all today,” I said as he approached. “It’s Lissa’s birthday and we need to get ready to go out.”
“Oh. Happy birthday,” he said. “Actually, I just caught the tail end of your scrimmage and it suddenly struck me that you two should play doubles.” Lissa and I just looked at each other.
“Could we do that?” I asked.
“Not without some practice,” Lissa said, “but, yeah. We could do that. Do we have any doubles teams here at the club, John?”
“There are a couple teams. Nothing like the level you two are at, but it wouldn’t hurt to practice a bit.”
“See if you can get something for us. We should have a September tournament, too. Is anyone sponsoring one?”
“I’ll check the schedules and let you know.”
“Uh-oh,” Wendy said to me as the four of us entered Carmine’s. She led us straight to a booth.
“What’s wrong?” I asked. She looked really tired. “Are you okay?”
“Oh yeah. I just didn’t sleep very well last night.”
“And what’s the uh-oh about?”
“Nothing much. It just looks like I missed my opportunity,” she smiled. “You’ve already got your third girlfriend, I think.” She glanced over to where Kate was kissing Melody and Lissa. Yeah. I guessed she was right.
“Didn’t know you were interested,” I said.
“Well, there was the pig boyfriend in the way, but he’s gone now. Oh well, maybe there’s room for a fifth wheel!”
“You never can tell,” I laughed. “I’m still trying to figure out how to ride a tricycle and you’re talking about a big rig? Don’t know if I could handle it.”
“With four girlfriends, you’d never have to handle it,” she laughed. “Hi everybody! Are you just having soup and salad again tonight?”
“No!” Melody shouted. “It’s a pasta night. It’s Lissa’s birthday.”
“No kidding? Happy birthday, Lissa.” She leaned over and kissed Lissa on the cheek.
Melody jumped up again and presented her cheek. “Me, too!”
Wendy warmly kissed her cheek. Then she glanced at Kate who remained seated on the inside.
“Uh… Hi, Kate,” Wendy said.
“Hi, Wendy. Do you work here all the time?” Kate asked.
“Every shift I can get,” she answered. “I need to put some money away before classes start this fall.”
She took our orders and we were laughing and giggling about our day when she came back with appetizers. “On the house to celebrate your birthday, Lissa,” she said.
“Oh. Celebration. Wendy, I’d like a Cosmopolitan.”
“Well… I’m sorry to do this, but I have to card you. Restaurant policy says that if you look under thirty-five we have to ask for ID, and with these kids next to you, you don’t really look old enough to drink.”
We all laughed and Lissa pulled out her driver’s license.
“We’re celebrating my twenty-first birthday,” she said proudly. Wendy looked at the date on the license and cocked her head.
“Really? This says…”
“Don’t say it,” I broke in. “She never celebrated her twenty-first, so we’re doing it tonight.”
“Oh! Okay.” She looked at the rest of us, but we all shook our heads, so she went to get Lissa’s drink.
“She looks really tired,” Kate said. “I hope she’s okay.”
“Well, she said she wasn’t sleeping well and apparently she broke up with her boyfriend,” I volunteered.
“Still… I hope…” Kate mused.
I thought that was really sweet. There was no question that Wendy had treated Kate coolly, but Kate was genuinely concerned for her. I wondered if something else had passed between them. We saw Wendy mostly here at the restaurant, which had quickly become a favorite place since the dinner with Jack and Lexi. We were soon lost in the celebration and Wendy brought Lissa a gelato with a candle in it for dessert. Her presents included a sketch I did of her with Melody and a beautiful wrap-around sundress Melody had made.
We headed out and each stopped to hug Wendy on our way. I noticed that she accepted the hug from Kate, as well, and they held a short conversation as the three of us waited for Kate on the sidewalk.
“Oh, by the way,” Kate said when she joined us, “I didn’t have a present for you because someone didn’t tell me in time,” she glanced at me, “but I was wondering if I could take you out to a movie on Saturday as a birthday present?”
“Well, Melody’s going to go visit Amy this weekend,” Lissa said, “and we’ll have the boys.”
“I didn’t mean all y’all,” Kate explained. “It’s your birthday. I thought I might just take you this time.”
“Oh!” Lissa looked at Melody and me. You know, sometimes I think we’ll break our face muscles with all the grinning we do when we’re around Kate. We both nodded enthusiastically. “That would be nice,” Lissa said.
We dropped Kate off at her dorm since she said she had to be at work early in the morning to lead a group of twenty preschoolers on a ‘discover art’ tour in the morning. Before she got out of the car, though, she leaned into Lissa and whispered, “Happy birthday, honey.” Then she kissed Lissa with more fervor than I’d ever seen before. My mouth was watering as I watched them. When Kate let Lissa go, my wife collapsed in the seat next to her. The expression on her face was priceless. Kate reached for the door to get out as Melody and I turned around in the front seat to get into position to kiss her next.
“Sorry, guys,” Kate said. “You’ll have to share that one tonight.” She slipped out the door and ran into the dorm.
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