Triptych
Forty-two
“WE’RE GOING TO WHAT? SERIOUSLY?”
We’d shocked Allison. For a minute I thought she was going to cry. One thing I’d discovered during National Singles last spring was that Allison is very sexual. Even when we were in enforced abstinence, she wasn’t above relieving herself. Neither was I, for that matter. We’d just told her that orgasms were forbidden as long as any one of us was still competing.
“But my competition is a round robin. It won’t end till Sunday!”
“Well, that’s good, Allie,” I said. “If we make it to finals in doubles or Lissa in Open, those are on Sunday, too. We’ll have a hell of a celebration afterward!”
“But… I wanted to… to be… with you. All of you.”
That revelation was expected, but to hear her say it made all three of us catch our breath. Allie was ready to be with all of us.
“Oh, you will be, doll,” Melody said. “We’ve organized our own round robin. The prohibition is against orgasm, not against teasing.”
“Uh-oh,” Allie said as her eyes got big.
“Yup,” Lissa said. “We’re about to hold the draw. You got here just in time.” Melody and Lissa had been in Minneapolis since Sunday afternoon. I got in about two Tuesday afternoon. We’d been waiting for Allie’s flight, but it was delayed and didn’t get in until eight.
“Three nights, three partners,” I said. “Teasing, but no coming.” She groaned.
“And just to make it interesting,” Lissa continued, “when your name is drawn, the other players will undress you.” We’d already all brushed our teeth and were about to get ready for bed, none of us anticipating wearing anything. Allie had the first match in the Women’s 24 and under category at eight o’clock in the morning. Lissa and I would be playing in the first round of open mixed doubles later in the morning. As defending champion, she was given an automatic bye in the first round of Women’s Open.
“Now for the draw,” Melody announced. She had a water glass with a folded slip of paper for each of us. She drew a name. “In bed A… Lissa!”
“Woohoo!” I yelled.
I was first to give Lissa a big kiss as I pulled her shirt up and over her head. Melody attacked next and while I was kissing Lissa, she managed to pull our lover’s shorts and panties down in one practiced move.
Allison approached Lissa shyly. We’d only had cheek kisses since she got to our hotel room this evening. When she pressed her lips to Lissa’s, though, it was obvious that some kind of switch had been thrown in her head. She wrapped her arms around Lissa, kissing her intensely. And when she pulled away, Lissa’s bra fell and Allison’s fingers lightly brushed the exposed tips of her nipples.
“And on court two… I mean, Bed B,” Melody said, “it’s… me!”
Allison was on Melody before either Lissa or I could move. She planted a hot kiss on our littlest partner and when she was done, she dragged Melody’s pants and panties down in one move, kneeling in front of her and sneaking a little kiss right on Melody’s mons.
“Ooo!” Melody squealed.
Lissa pulled Melody’s shirt over her head and gave her a loving kiss. I remove her bra and placed a kiss right on the tip of each nipple.
“Oh! My! Okay!” Melody said, catching her breath. “Everybody ready for the pairings? I know I sure am. Facing the Ice Queen in Bed A it’s our own… Tony!”
I was already hard as a rock and by the time the girls had finished stripping me, I was leaking precome, which Melody cleaned off with her tongue. This was really going to be difficult. We all turned to Allison, the only one of us left dressed.
“That means you get Bed B with Melody,” Lissa said. The two of us approached Allison together, slowly and deliberately. Allison was absolutely shaking with excitement. Lissa and I kissed her together as we moved our hands up under her shirt. Lissa unfastened the bra so when we pulled away we took the bra and shirt off at the same time. We didn’t let the moment pass, though and both latched onto a nipple while Allison squirmed and chanted, “oh god oh god oh god.” Melody knelt in front of Allison and slowly pulled her warm-ups and panties off as Lissa and I pushed them down over her butt. As Allison raised her foot to step out of her clothes, Melody licked her slit from stern to stem. Fortunately, Lissa and I were still close enough to support Allie.
From that point it was a race to the beds and the lights were out as we got comfortable and began teasing our partners.
“Do you have any idea how much I like tits?” Melody asked Allie. “And yours are world-class.”
“Oh Melody! That’s so nice,” Allison moaned. Lissa and I giggled as we held each other and listened to Melody and Allie. “Please, Melody,” Allie begged. “Don’t tease too much tonight. I’m so close I might accidentally come. Come and kiss me, sweet thing.”
Believe it or not, we all got to sleep eventually and none of us quite climaxed. When I drifted off, Lissa’s butt cheeks were still rhythmically squeezing my cock and my hand clenched her pussy.
“Girl! You totally killed on the court!” I exclaimed as Allie came off after the second and last game in her match. “Fifteen-two and fifteen-five! Way to go!”
“I’m so proud of you Allie!” Lissa chimed in. We’d all come down to Allie’s first match after each ritually licking her clit—just once—before we left the room.
“Someone had better go mop the floor in there,” Allie giggled. “I’m sure I leaked all over it.”
“You mopped the floor with your opponent,” Melody laughed.
“Where was this elite racquetball player in Tempe last spring?” I asked. “You played like a different person.”
“You wouldn’t believe what I had to go through to get ready for this match,” Allie laughed. “My show just closed last weekend and then my… lovers… decided to torment me.”
“Great game, Allison.” Allie’s opponent came to wish her well.
“Thanks, Deb. It was,” Allie said.
“I have to ask, though,” Deb went on, “where did you get that beautiful outfit you’re playing in? I’ve got to get me one. It’s so cool!”
“It’s the latest from Ice Queen Sportswear,” Allie said. Pride was just seeping out of her.
“Ice Queen?”
“You know Lissa Grant?” Allie said, ushering Lissa forward. Allie was wearing the green version. Lissa had the blue version on.
“Oh my god! You have your own sportswear line? Where can I get it?” Deb enthused, shaking Lissa’s hand.
“We’ll be open in the lobby in about ten minutes,” Melody said. “As soon as we can get this girl off to the showers.”
“As soon as I’m showered, I’ll see you there,” Deb said.
We parted and Melody went to set up shop. Lissa and I had our first mixed doubles match in an hour and were headed off to warm up. Scheduling coverage for the booth while we were playing and wanting to watch was a real pain. As soon as Allie was showered, she was going to cover the booth while Melody came down to watch us play our match. Tomorrow, if we were still in the hunt, Melody would cover while Allison watched and they’d switch places when it was time for Lissa’s first Open round. We could all be at the booth for the afternoon today and we scheduled an autograph party for Lissa this afternoon.
Before Lissa and I made our way to the court, we found an out-of-the-way corner and shared a deep and passionate kiss. All morning, we’d been in synch. Something about waking up almost making love, but holding back was keeping us so in tune with each other that I could feel her thinking in my head.
“It’s time for us to go kick some butt,” Lissa said.
There were twelve pairs in the mixed doubles competition, so there were only four matches in the round of sixteen. Four pairs had drawn byes and would come into the competition fresh tomorrow morning. Since Lissa and I had never played a mixed doubles competition, we were seeded in the middle, based on Lissa’s rank in Opens. The fact Lissa was in the match had drawn a small crowd.
We won our first game by eleven and the second by ten. There wasn’t anything we couldn’t do. We were in the right place every time. I felt like I was making love to my partner for a solid forty-seven minutes.
The press was waiting as we came off the court and cameras flashed. Word had gone out that the Ice Queen had moved to mixed doubles.
“Does this move mean you are leaving singles competition?” one reporter asked.
“No, not at all,” Lissa said. “I drew a bye in the first round, but I’ll be playing tomorrow.”
“Tell us about your new clothing line, Ice Queen.”
“Well, you can see right now how it holds up under extreme conditions,” she answered. “Our line was released today and our website, IceQueenSportswear.com went live at midnight. We have a table with our first four designs available in the lobby.”
“Will you be turning pro anytime soon?”
“I am a mother with a business to run. I coach part-time and play part-time. I can’t make that into a pro career,” she laughed. “Besides, we might get racquetball approved as an Olympic sport eventually. I don’t want to miss that!”
“Tony, are you playing in Open singles?”
I was caught off guard by the question. I figured Lissa would have to field them all and I was just window-dressing.
“Uh… not here. Just mixed doubles. I’m playing on the intercollegiate circuit this year for Seattle Cascades University.”
“We saw your match against Karl Higgendorfer. How do you see your chances for a national intercollegiate championship this year?”
“Wow! You guys get right down to it, don’t you?” I said. “There’s some really powerful competition on the intercollegiate circuit this year. If you saw my match, you undoubtedly saw Karl go up against Brian Summers, too. If there’s anyone to beat for a national championship this year, that’s the guy to watch.”
“What’s your relationship with the Ice Queen?”
Shit!
“Um…” Damn! I needed to learn to respond to questions a little more quickly. “Miss Grant and I coach each other and are partners in Ice Queen Sportswear as well as here on the court. We have a third partner—Melody Anderson—who just escaped to get back to our booth where Lissa will sign autographs this afternoon. I think that covers it.”
“Shit! I did not expect to get grilled in an interview after round one of the competition,” I complained when we were all back in our room. Rather than face any crowds in the hotel restaurant, we’d opted for room service.
“You handled it well, darling,” Lissa said. “You just have to learn to expect reporters to dig for anything that makes their story unique. They’ll invade your privacy and try to get pictures of you naked—especially naked with me. Fortunately, with the pro competition starting tomorrow, no one will notice us again until Saturday.”
“They sure noticed you today,” Melody said. “And you, Allie. We sold twenty outfits today!”
“Wow! That’s incredible!” I yelled.
“That’s nothing,” Melody continued. “We sold another ten units through our online store. Amy has Sandra and Kate ironing so she can ship tomorrow.”
“Holy cow! I never thought about fulfilling online orders while we were here.”
“Amy thinks of everything,” Melody said. “She sent out an email blast to the entire USAR email list. I don’t even want to know how she got hold of it.”
Lissa’s phone rang and we all used the opportunity to shovel food into our mouths while she talked. All we heard were a bunch of yesses and uh-huhs. She put her phone down.
“Well?” I asked.
“The defending Pro champion wants to wear our sportswear,” Lissa beamed. “She wants all four combinations.”
“Woo-hoo!” we all chorused.
“Here’s what I want to know,” Allison said. We all looked at her expectantly. “Who do I get to sleep with tonight?”
It turned out that Melody’s carefully arranged brackets—according to tournament rules for round-robins—put Allison and me in Bed B. We’d all been running around naked as we got ready for bed and had managed to fit all four of us in the shower. Just as we were getting in bed, my phone rang.
“Speaker, darling!” I heard. I pushed the button.
“Hi lovers,” Kate chimed over the phone.
“Hi Kitten,” we all answered.
“I just wanted to let you all know that we’re supporting you back in Seattle tonight in the best way possible.”
“How’s that, sweetie?” Melody asked.
“We’re all denying ourselves orgasms until you are out of the competition,” Kate laughed.
“All?”
“Me, Amy, Sandra, Sonia, Bree, Wendy. Bree even talked to Rio and Whitney. Thor grudgingly joined in and so did Sandra’s boyfriend, Walt. He’s ready to kill someone in the football game this weekend. I just wanted to let you know that we’re all on edge, waiting to hear that you’ve won your competition so we can get off.”
“Listen to the girl,” Lissa laughed. “What two weeks of constant sex will do to you!”
“I love you, Lissa. And I am definitely going to practice that little move as soon as you are home!”
“Little move?” I asked. “What little move?”
“Uh… nothing!” Lissa squeaked.
“Melody, darling,” Kate said.
“Yes, sweetie?”
“I still haven’t forgotten. One hundred thirty-seven, and I know right where I left off. I love you.”
“Oh. I love you, Kate. I love you.”
“To-ny…” Oh, that drawn out singsong pronunciation of my name. “Absolutely no reservations.”
“No, but I’ll eat there anyway,” I laughed. “I love you, darling.”
“Allison, are you there or did you sneak away to have an orgasm by yourself?” Kate asked over the speaker.
“Um… I’m here, Kate. Are you okay… I mean with this—or me?”
“I’ve got a bet with Tony,” Kate laughed.
“Oh?”
“I bet him that the first time you make love to my triptych, you pass out, just like I did.”
“Oh! My! God!”
“Hold it in, girl. You’ve got four more matches,” Kate laughed. “I love you guys!”
“Tony? You are so lucky,” Allie panted.
“Right at the moment, I feel tormented.”
“Oh yeah.”
My cock slid between Allie’s thighs from the back and I could feel the heat and moisture from her slit as I grazed her clit. Allie gasped.
“No more! No. Just once more. I can take it.”
“I’m not sure I can take any more,” I said. Still, I slid back and thrust forward once again. “Just imagine what it will be like Sunday when I stop right... here... and then push.”
“Okay. Really. No more. Oh!” I drew back far enough that I pulled out from between Allie’s thighs and rolled onto my back so there was no more direct stimulus.
“We have to get some sleep,” I said as Allie rolled with me, partially on top of me.
“Sleep? No way. I’m going down and pound on the bitch’s door and take her on right now,” Allie responded.
“You don’t know what room she’s in.”
“I’ll work my way through all of them.”
“Sleep.”
“That’s easy for you to say.”
Nonetheless, a few hours later we all woke up—hard, wet, and ready for blood on the court.
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