Triptych
Fifteen
“HELLO?” I CALLED INTO THE HOUSE. I turned on the light and went back to the bedroom, but it was empty.
“Where are they?” Kate asked.
“Melody took Lissa dancing. They must not be back yet,” I said. I wasn’t sure about this. Did Kate look nervous? “We could, uh… go join them… if you want,” I suggested.
Kate looked at me and I saw the ghost of a smile play at her lips. She moved closer to me and, as her lips touched mine, her hand found the hall light switch and flipped it off.
“I’ve got a better idea,” she whispered into my mouth. “Let’s go in the living room and make out in the dark.”
That sounded great to me. I led her to my favorite make-out spot, the big recliner next to the fireplace. I sat down and pulled Kate into my lap. She flowed against me and our lips were soon interrupted by our tongues. Kate’s kissing had changed over the past few weeks. I remembered some of those early tentative kisses that were so incredibly sexy. This kiss was no less sexy, but had more assurance and enthusiasm. It was almost impossible for me to control my hands, but as they strayed closer to her breasts, she pulled away from me and snuggled in to my arms, content to sit in my lap and firmly hold my hands against her stomach. She wiggled a little and my erection poked at her.
“Melody and Lissa don’t poke me when we kiss,” she giggled.
“I’m sorry, Kitten. It just kind of happens,” I said. I made to shift so that it wouldn’t be against her, but she held me tightly.
“It’s okay. They have other ways of letting me know they’re excited. I like your way, too.”
We sat there in the dark and, believe it or not, I was really content and happy. Her hair still smelled of the flowers she’d braided into it. It was really comfortable and while my hard-on continued to remind us of my aroused state, I was beginning to notice subtle changes in Kate as well. Little clues, I guess, like I got from Melody and Lissa. Stretching her head back to my shoulder to expose her neck and shoulders to my lips. A little whimper when I kissed that hollow between the clavicle and scapula. A deep breath as she gripped my fingers tightly.
We sat there for a long time, just feeling the sensations of being together. Of course, that also gave us time to cool down a little and talk.
“Thank you for going back to Bree tonight, Tony,” she said. I hadn’t actually wanted to discuss Bree, but I did have some questions.
“How did you know, Kitten?” I asked. “How did you know what was going on with her?”
“I’m not sure. When I first saw her, she looked… hurt. More than she would be by seeing us. She looked like she was deep down sad.”
“I feel bad that I could have missed something that significant.”
“Probably because she was directing all her focus at you and you felt under attack. It’s hard to sympathize with someone when they’re trying to hurt you. But aside from the toss-off comment, she hardly even noticed I was there. That let me see her better. You know, if she’d been jealous of me, she’d have attacked me. But it was all about why she wasn’t good enough. I just started crying for her.”
“You are the most sensitive and compassionate person I’ve ever met,” I said. “You were so into helping with Tent City tonight and getting things organized at PCAD, I could hardly believe it. It takes me so long to process when others need something. I have to remind myself to be aware of other people and not zone out into my own world.”
“But you do it automatically with Lissa and Melody and the boys,” Kate said. “And with me. You connected with me that first weekend when we were at the posing party last spring.”
“Maybe,” I said. “But you were all alone the whole first semester and a half before we made that connection. I was so wrapped up in my own misery that I thought you were just stuck up. I couldn’t see what you were going through.”
“Well, I was alone, but I don’t think there’s anything you could have done about it until I was ready. I had my own issues to deal with.”
We were quiet again, but in a few seconds Kate’s lips found mine again. She shifted her weight to turn toward me, but pulled my hands around her waist to her back and I got the message that she didn’t want to deal with them on her front. Then the kiss heated up and I felt her right hand slide down from around my neck to my shoulder and then to my biceps as she stroked up and down my arm. Oh man, had she learned to kiss. I was close to coming in my pants just from having her sitting on my lap kissing. I’d moved my hands up and down her back and her bare shoulders, but respected her wish not to go further. This was a marathon kissing session, though. We were both panting for breath the next time we pulled our lips away from each other and Kate mashed herself against me as we hugged. Her frame was so light and delicate, but there was no fear of being hurt. We hugged fiercely.
“Do you know the legend of King Arthur?” she asked, when our breathing had returned to some semblance of normal. Well, maybe halfway between supercharged and excited, anyway.
“Um… just the basics. I never read the whole thing, but portions came up in literature classes. It’s a story about Britain, but I understand the story was written in French.”
“Le Morte d’Arthur by Sir Thomas Malory was actually written in English, even though the title is French. It was published by William Caxton in 1485.”
“Wow! How’d you know that?”
“My grandfather is a new age hippie. End of the baby boomers. He started telling me the stories before I could walk and read me the whole book about the time other kids my age were discovering Harry Potter. I wasn’t more than five.”
“And what made you think of King Arthur just now?”
“Us. All of us.”
“I don’t think Malory could have imagined the kind of us that all of us are,” I laughed.
“Don’t be too sure. Remember, the biggest stories in the canon are of impossible love. Think Lancelot and Guinevere or Tristan and Isolde. Honor, threesomes, and love.”
“Still, they…”
“Shh… Do you remember the story of Gawain and the Green Knight?”
“Isn’t that the one where he cuts off the Green Knight’s head and then has to go let the Green Knight cut off his?”
“Yes. It’s a story that illustrates fairness in the face of impossible situations. But it isn’t just about the head chopping. When Gawain goes out on his quest at Christmas to yield to the Green Knight, he comes upon a castle where he is welcomed and given hospitality. Bertilak, the owner of the castle leaves Gawain in the castle with his wife and goes hunting. The agreement is that anything Gawain gets from Bertilak’s wife that day, Gawain has to trade for what Bertilak gets while hunting.”
“Is this where he has to kiss the guy?” I asked.
“Gawain apparently doesn’t have any problem with that. The wife tries to seduce him, but the first day gives him one kiss.” Kate paused the story long enough to give me a soft sensual kiss. “The second day two kisses.” Kate kissed me a soft sensual kiss, pulled back and then gave me a more sensual open mouthed kiss with her tongue dancing with mine.
“The third day, three kisses.”
She gave me another soft, sensual kiss. It was quickly followed by a more sensual kiss full of tongue. But the third kiss Kate gave me knocked my socks off. She pulled me to her and scorched me with her lips and tongue as she lifted and dropped in my lap caressing my cock with her butt. Her right hand had floated down from my shoulder and caressed my chest, flicking her thumb across my nipple. I gasped.
“At the end of each day,” Kate whispered against me, “Gawain kisses Bertilak the same number of times and with the same enthusiasm. There’s a clear implication that if he’d made love to Bertilak’s wife during the day, he’d have made love to Bertilak that night.”
“Wow. I guess that is pretty liberal.”
“It’s just like what we do,” Kate said. “If I give you a kiss, you have to give it to Melody and Lissa. If you give me one, I give it to them.”
I glanced down to where Kate’s hand was still resting against my chest with her thumb rubbing across my nipple.
“Um… You think I should do this with them, too?” I asked.
Kate looked into my eyes for a long moment. Her hand left my chest and I thought perhaps she was having second thoughts about what she was doing. Instead, she pulled my left hand around from her back and placed it on on the front of her bare shoulder.
“Maybe you should practice once so I’m sure you get the message right when you give it to them.” She pulled my hand down with hers, across the bare shoulder and upper part of her breast and let it come to rest over her nipple, covered only by the top of her sundress.
Oh god in heaven! I’ve seen her breasts when we were painting. I’ve felt them when we were squashed together in a hug. But nothing prepared me for experience of touching them for the first time. How can a person ever be prepared for that? She was soft and firm and hard and gentle—all at once! Her hand returned to my chest and her mouth to my mouth as she caressed me and I mimicked her by loving her breast with my fingers. When we tweaked each other’s nipples we both gasped and a little squeal issued from her lips as her eyebrows shot up and her eyes squeezed closed. Then her hand covered mine again and pulled it back around her waist as she lay tightly against me, panting.
“Tony?” Her voice was so soft I bent my head so my ear would be closer to her mouth.
“Yes, Kitten?”
“No one… has ever… touched me there before. Ever. Do you understand why I want to go slow?”
“I think I do, Kitten. I really do.”
We drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.
“He’s not in bed!”
“Shh…”
“Do you think they’re sleeping together?”
“Wait. Look.”
“Aren’t they cute?”
I came awake when the kitchen light went on, so I heard all their whispers, but I wasn’t about to disturb the sleeping beauty in my lap to call to them. I didn’t have to wait long before they discovered where we were and quietly came up beside us.
“Hello, darlings,” I whispered. “Isn’t she adorable?”
“So sweet,” Lissa said. “Are you going to spend the night here?”
“It seems like a shame to wake her,” Melody said.
“M’wake,” a sleepy voice said from somewhere in the vicinity of my shoulder. “Jus’ waiting for the children to get home.”
Lissa and Melody giggled.
“We did stay out kind of late,” Melody said. “So much fun.”
Kate lifted her head and looked at the three of us.
“You’re home,” she said. She gave us that heart-melting smile. “I can go to bed now. If I can stand up.”
“Not necessary,” I said as I put the footrest of the recliner down.
I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the guest room where Lissa held the door open and Melody turned down the bed.
“Do you need us to… uh… help you…?” I asked as I set her down on the bed.
“Naughty boy,” Kate said as she kissed me. “I can manage from here, thank you.”
“Goodnight kisses?” Melody asked hopefully.
“Oh, sweetie. Too tired. You’ll have to get them from Tony. He’s got a good supply,” Kate giggled and made a little shooing motion with her hands to get us to leave. “Nighty-night.”
We barely got out of her room before my wives were all over me, dragging me into the bedroom.
It was two o’clock in the morning and I’d asked Melody and Lissa to put on their own versions of the sundress Kate had worn on our date. We sat in bed—well, on the bed. I sat in the middle facing the headboard with my feet out in front and Lissa and Melody sat facing me on either side. I began by just giving them each a gentle kiss.
“Now,” I began, “do you know the story of Sir Gawain and the Green Knight?” I was going to have fun tantalizing them all the way through the whole story and the only way I could think to do it without comic scenes of changing places was to have one on either side of me. It really didn’t make any difference what they said about knowing the story. To the best of my ability I was going to tell it like Kate did and build it all the way up. This way, I also had a hand free for each of them and that was going to be important.
As expected, when I got to the third kiss with Melody, she practically jumped out of her skin. But I kept her quiet by sealing her lips with my own. The position was such that Lissa couldn’t see me gently caressing Melody’s left breast with my right hand, but she could hear the high pitched whine that escaped when I tweaked her nipple.
“Did…?” I touched Melody’s lips with my finger.
“Shh,” I cautioned.
Melody groaned and flopped back on the bed. I turned to Lissa. One long, slow, sweet, and gentle kiss. One loving and passionate kiss. One toe-curling, deep, and urgent kiss as I stroked her breast and lightly pinched her right nipple with my left hand. Lissa’s response way outdid Melody’s as she pushed me back on the bed while her moan was escaping from our sealed lips. I almost didn’t get a word out before Lissa was straddling me with the sundress hiked up above her waist and our sex pounding together.
“Did she really… let you… touch her?”
“Well, during the story it was her touching me the way I was to touch you when I shared it,” I said.
“Ohh,” Melody groaned, disappointed.
“But then she made me practice to be sure I had the right technique.”
“OHH!” Lissa gasped. “OH, I could feel it. Oh my angel!”
“We didn’t do that, though,” I said as Lissa fell off me. I hadn’t come, but she was floating about a foot off the bed, she was so high. Before I could go on, Melody had stripped off her sundress and taken her place on my cock. She rocked back and forth and Lissa revived enough to slide her hands around Melody and cup her breasts.
“Did you, just go to sleep then?” Melody gasped.
“Not quite,” I said. After Lissa and now with Melody, my pent up orgasm was ready to crash in on me. “There was one other thing she said that you need to know. She told me… told me… that I was the… first person… to ever touch her there.”
I finally got the words out as I began unleashing my load inside Melody and her scream was suddenly cut off by Lissa’s mouth covering hers. We all collapsed with Melody still connected on top of me and Lissa half on Melody and half on me. I think we’d have stayed like that all night long if we hadn’t been lying with our heads toward the foot of the bed.
We managed to get ourselves sorted out, toss the clothes out of the bed and pull a sheet up over us as we settled in to sleep.
“You understand, don’t you?” I persisted as my lovers pressed in on me. “This is why she’s taking it so slow. She’s never done this. Not just never done it with a threesome, but never at all. She wants to stretch it out and enjoy every sensation one step at a time and share each step with each of us. And probably each step with all of us. It’s even more exciting than if she was here in bed with us.”
“I may die by the time we get there,” Lissa said. “But I will die so happy.”
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