Triptych
Twenty-seven
WHEN WE ENTERED THE BATHROOM, Melody and Lissa were in a clinch on the other side of the tub and the room was alight with candles. Five glasses of champagne were set on the edge of the tub.
“God, aren’t they beautiful?” Beth breathed.
“I love them,” Allie said softly.
“So do I,” I said.
“You are so lucky, Tony,” Beth said.
“Okay, we know you’re there. Quit staring and get in the tub,” Melody laughed.
“Wait!” Lissa commanded. “Let us stare for a minute. Aren’t they cute, Little One?”
“So sweet. We have such wonderful friends. Okay, now you can get in the tub,” Melody concluded.
I held each girl’s hand as she got into the tub and then looked at where I was going to fit.
“You want me on the left or right?” I asked.
“Across, lover,” Lissa said. “Sit betweeen to our friends.”
“Across from you?”
“Yeah. We never get to see what our guests see. They always see you with us. We never see you with them. You two don’t mind having Tony between you, do you?” Melody asked.
“Oh, now we’re the lucky ones,” Allie said.
I stepped into the tub and sat between Allie and Beth. They cuddled up next to me and I put an arm around each.
“Yeah, I love looking at you,” I said to Melody and Lissa. “And this position has some advantages.”
I stretched my legs a little until my toes crept up the inside of Melody’s and Lissa’s thighs until I could caress their pussies. Their eyes closed at the same time and I felt them move down into the tub further. I felt two feet stroke my cock lightly and then both Beth and Allie gasped slightly. I knew where Melody’s and Lissa’s other feet were.
We drank our bubbly and talked about life. We kissed a little, and occasionally there was a little fondling, but mostly just a passing titillation. The big surprise came when I felt Allie’s foot join mine at Melody’s cleft. I saw Melody’s eyes go wide and a big smile. I withdrew my foot and don’t know how long Allie stayed there.
When the water grew tepid, we climbed out, laughing and drying each other as an excuse to let our hands roam free.
We sat in a circle on the big bed, still comfortably naked and visibly aroused. None of us knew exactly what to do. Lissa and Melody and I had talked often about sleeping with Beth and even more often about Allie, but we had no idea what to do with both of them. Allison was between Beth and Melody and I was between Beth and Lissa.
“Allison and I had a long talk last night,” Beth said. “We are both very fond of you guys.”
“I hope you know we are fond of both of you,” Lissa said.
I couldn’t have said that. It’s not that I’m not fond of both of them, but the word seems so pet-like. Like you’d say, “I’m fond of my parakeet.” I can’t control my emotions and tone them down to ‘fond’. I don’t know what that is. I either hate, dislike, like, or love. God! I need to expand my emotional repertoire.
“But we saw something else today,” Allie said. “I want the time to be right to be with all three of you. Maybe with more. But I know it’s not right, tonight. I’m going to the bed in the guestroom and I’ll see you guys in Minneapolis for Opens next month. Maybe things will be different then. But I know it’s not right now.”
“But…” I began.
“We understand,” Beth said. “We could see it as soon as you got back. Both of us saw you sneak off with Kate when she came back, Lissa.” Busted. “And you too, Melody.”
“You guys have fallen in love,” Allie said. “Man I wish it was me, and I know it was all my own fault. And I want to be with you so much… Oh shit!”
A tear escaped from Allie’s eye. I don’t think any of us were far from crying, but we were holding back the torrent.
“The thing is,” Beth said, “I could fall in love with that girl, too.” Allie nodded. “I don’t know what it is about her, but it’s obvious that your mind is on her tonight.”
“You promised, Tony. You promised that when we make love it will be without reservation. And that can’t be now,” Allie said.
“It’s going to be a lot harder to find a girlfriend at school this year now that I’ve been with you guys. Or a boyfriend. But I’ll be thinking of you a lot,” Beth said.
“I’m not even going to try to find someone. And if you’re still willing to have me around, I’d still like to move out this direction next year. And hell! We’ll see each other at tournaments, right?”
There was no question about the tears in Allie’s eyes now, even though she was laughing. Beth wasn’t holding it together any better and Melody, Lissa, and I lunged at the two at the same time. We all ended up in a pile, just hanging on to each other.
“I sure hope you three treat her right,” Beth said. “If you don’t, I’m coming out here to take care of her myself.”
“We love you both,” Melody said. “It’s the way we’re wired.”
“Say, Allie,” Beth said, finally, “I’ve got something I want to show you. Let’s leave these three to their own devices.”
She surprised Allie by kissing her, but Allie recovered quickly and returned the kiss with enthusiasm. They got off the bed and walked toward the door hand-in-hand.
“Um… Beth? Do you have any earplugs? We might need ’em tonight,” Allie said as they left.
“You have no idea what you are missing tonight,” I sighed.
“We have some idea. We’ve been with both of them, too,” Melody said.
“I don’t mean what’s down the hall.”
“Oh my god! What did you two do this weekend?” Lissa asked.
“The details of the weekend are Kate’s to tell,” I said. “But at the top of Snoqualmie Pass, where I had to pull over so we could talk, she asked me if she could sleep with us tonight, like she and I slept last night.”
“You didn’t…”
“No! Of course not. But we got our pajama tops dirty and… we sort of… just took them off,” I said. “And spent the night that way… with each other… cuddled… holding… just lying there… pressed…”
“Oh! I am so jealous. No I’m not. I’m happy for you. I just want. Oh, let me be there, too!” Melody said as she cuddled against me.
“Why did we have to have company this weekend?” Lissa moaned.
“It gets better,” I said.
“How can it if you didn’t…”
“Kate gave me two books that she said shaped her attitude about sex. I haven’t had a chance to read them yet, but I glanced through them. She’s working herself and us up to something incredible.”
“What books?”
“One is The Road Less Traveled. Haven’t read it, mind you, but from what she told me in the car, it extols the virtues of delayed gratification. I think the guy was talking about stuff like not going in debt to pay for things you want now, but to earn the money first and then it will be so much more gratifying to have what you get. But it applies to everything in life. It’s the tension between satisfying a baser instinct and waiting until you can really enjoy it,” I said.
“So she’s delaying sex so we can all enjoy it more? Is that it?” Melody asked.
“I don’t think she’d have done that without the second book.”
“Which is?”
“The Joy of Tantric Sex.”
“She’s read a sex book? She’s way ahead of me!” Lissa said.
“Yeah, me too. But here’s the thing that I discovered when I was with her this weekend. I was turned on all the time. We freakin’ slept together with no shirts on and I tried… oops.”
“Tony?”
“My hand sort of slipped into her panties.”
“You touched her?”
“Not really. I just felt her soft pubic hair and the moisture that was already there. Then she asked me to stop. Begged me to stop. She said she couldn’t control herself and to please stop.”
“You stopped?”
“It was so hard to do. The whole time she was begging me to stop, she was smothering me with kisses. I’ve never seen her so passionate.”
“And you stopped?”
“I had to.”
“Oh darling.” Lissa was smothering me with kisses now. Melody had begun to creep down toward my cock, trailing kisses along my chest and stomach.
“Stop. Wait!” I gasped out. I pulled Melody back up to cradle her while I held Lissa. “It’s important. She thanked me.”
“For doing what she asked? Of course. You’re Tony.”
“No. She appreciated the fact that I quit when she asked. She said that was why she trusted me. She thanked me for making the attempt.”
“Wait! What?”
“She was afraid that she was the only one who wanted anything to happen because none of us try anything without her initiating it. She doesn’t want us to get all aggressive or force her to anything, but she desperately wanted to know that we wanted her,” I said.
“How can we show her how much we love her?” Lissa asked. “Oh god, I’d do anything for her.”
“I know darling. There wasn’t anything she could have asked of me that I wouldn’t do. We’ll talk about some of the other things I did do another time. It’s not a bedtime story and Kate might want to tell you about them,” I said.
“We should keep letting her know we respect her and that we want her,” Melody said firmly. “Act like she’s what she is—our date who we want to make love to.”
“But stop when she says to. God this is so hard.”
We cuddled together, kissing and stroking each other, knowing we were getting closer and closer to bringing each other off.
“Speaking of hard,” I said. Both my wives’ hands circled my dick. “I was hard all weekend. I slept spooned against Kate with my cock pressed against her butt. There were times I felt like I’d explode. But I also felt strong. I felt like I had power inside me that couldn’t be defeated. Once—for a second—I thought about how no one could beat me at racquetball when I was like that.”
“They’d probably get scared if you showed up with this to play,” Lissa giggled. I could feel Melody’s leg creeping over mine and knew that before long I’d be soaking in her juices.
“But that’s what she’s getting at with the Tantric sex. The longer you last, the more powerful you are. It’s weird, but I kind of see the sense in abstinence before a game now.”
“You think that… Wow! Opens are really going to be interesting,” Lissa said.
“Oh, are you going to make me play, too?” Melody croaked as she impaled herself on my cock.
“That might be a good idea,” I said.
I was up first in the morning. Coffee was the order. I was making the first cup when Allie stumbled into the kitchen completely naked. I held the cup out to her and she set it aside. She pressed as much of her naked flesh against my body as was physically possible while she kissed me and then took her coffee cup and retreated to the guest room again.
Wow! I licked my lips and sniffed. What was…?
“Coffee?” Beth said as she approached the kitchen, just as naked as Allie had been. I poured the cup and before I could pick it up to hand to her, acres of Beth were all over me with her mouth sealed to mine as she probed me with her tongue.
I licked my lips again. Then I licked her face. I hadn’t had my coffee yet, but I could sure smell pussy on a girl’s face.
Beth giggled, picked up her coffee, and turned toward the guestroom.
“You can thank me after Opens,” she said. “A lot.”
I poured the remaining three cups of coffee, fixed Melody’s and Lissa’s, and took the tray back to our bedroom. I leaned over and kissed Lissa first.
“Mmm. You smell like pussy,” Lissa said.
Then both girls shot up in bed, nearly upsetting the coffee tray.
“Whose pussy?” Melody asked.
“I think it might be a mixture of our two houseguests,” I said. “I just got a good morning kiss from each of them.”
“Oh. My. God!” Melody said. “I think I need to go use the guestroom.”
“Opens.”
“Huh?”
“We’ll know at Opens,” I repeated.
“Tony?” Lissa moaned. “To hell with the coffee. Could you fuck me now?”
Melody had class at nine, so she took the Escape. I didn’t have class until half past one, so Lissa dropped me off on her way to take Beth and Allie to the airport. We spent the morning trying to figure out what had happened, but neither Beth nor Allie was forthcoming. Something had gone down overnight. Or someones.
In a way, I was really happy to be back in school. Just walking down the halls felt right this year. They no longer looked as sinister as they had last year. Plus, in the greetings I received from classmates, there was a genuine sense of being glad to see me. I kept waiting for the other shoe to drop and everything to go to hell, but even seeing Doc Henredon in my 2D Studio class didn’t bring me down. Not with Kate at the easel next to mine.
“One line,” he said as we each stood in front of our sketch pads.
This was the same studio in which I’d done figure drawing last year and a muscular guy about six-two stood on the raised platform. He had his shirt off, but wore tight jeans and bare feet. Doc had explained that this wasn’t figure drawing, though we would use models at times. This class was about translating three dimensions into two. It was a technical class and none of us were expected to produce exhibition art from it. Sometimes we’d draw over drawings or put multiple sketches on a single sheet of the two foot by three foot pads of newsprint in front of us. We needed cheap paper for this class, not Bristol vellum.
“Show me the dominant line of this figure from which you would develop a drawing. Is it the axis? The outline? His six-pack?”
There were a few titters from the class, which, like my figure drawing class, was predominantly female. Over half my classmates had been in that class, but all except Kate and me were juniors and seniors. We studied the model a moment and I could see hands raised to draw. The model stood relaxed, feet shoulder-width apart, hands on hips, head raised. From my seat he was about three-quarters front and what my eye kept coming back to was his belt. There was a relationship between his center-line, splitting his pecs and abs, and the connection to his beltline. I drew.
“Now,” Doc said, “new position.” The model moved and the new pose was more action-oriented. He leaned forward, one arm extended, one foot a step ahead of the other. “Same line, same page” Doc commanded. “Follow the same path you used in the first drawing in the new line. Where did your previously dominant line move to?”
This class was going to be great—hard as hell, but great. At the end of the first class, I had nearly twenty sheets of newsprint filled with single lines and how they changed when the model moved. On one sheet, Doc had us draw nine panels as the model moved from one pose to another. I could actually see the movement taking place like cels in an animation.
And not one time did Doc look at anything we had drawn. Amazing.
I did notice a few strange looks when Kate and I walked out of class holding hands, but I was getting used to strange looks already.
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