Triptych
Forty-four
“THE SON OF A BITCH!” Melody spat. “He thought he could spare Mom and me seeing him while he was sick. He thought he’d crawl off and lick his wounds and try to heal himself. And if it didn’t work, he figured we’d be less hurt if he left us first because our grieving would be over and having him dead would be a relief. God damn it!”
We’d managed to move from the huddle in front of the door and gradually get Melody to where she could talk over the past hour or so. Allie was in the bathroom getting the shower turned on and we’d decided to all get in and let the water wash over us. Lissa and I kept picking bits and pieces of the story up and were beginning to get it.
Last spring, just as we were getting together, Harold found out he had prostate cancer. That’s when he moved out and decided he was going to go it on his own. They tried some kind of radiation treatment on him where they insert radioactive seeds right into the gland. It hadn’t worked. When we saw Harold in Boston, he was about to have surgery to remove the prostate. Unfortunately, the surgery had uncovered more cancer in nearby organs—the rectum and bladder.
“He started thinking he’d done the wrong thing when the doctors told him his chance of survival was lower than fifty percent, but didn’t know how to tell us. So instead, he tried to delay the divorce so there wouldn’t be any inheritance issues and taxes. He still hasn’t told Mom,” Melody burst into tears again as the four of us clung together under the shower. Poor Allison had to be feeling pretty overwhelmed. She sure wasn’t expecting the kind of week we were giving her.
I only thought about that for a moment, though, because Melody was suddenly devouring my face. She was kissing me with such desperation that I almost slipped in the tub. As quickly as it began, she switched from me to Lissa and then from Lissa to Allison. I decided that it might be best if we got out of the shower and I started offering towels as we dripped all over the room, stumbling out of the bathroom.
Melody was all over us. She just needed that affirmation that we were with her, I think. She needed the touch of those she loved. And I had a feeling that she might need it to go further. Well, celibacy during the tournament had been a good experiment, but really, we should be able to play at this level without the teasing. Our darling needed us.
“I want… I need… I can’t…” she was casting around desperately, clinging to us one moment and pushing us away the next. Sometimes a person just needs to be physically comforted and Melody was trying to resist asking for that from us.
“Honey, don’t worry. We’re here. Anyway you need,” Lissa said.
Allison was looking almost as desperate as Melody. She had scarcely said anything all evening, but was right there to hold Melody’s hand, wash her hair, and towel her dry.
“I can’t,” Melody said more firmly. “We agreed. You have to play finals in doubles and semi-finals in Open. We’re too close. I won’t wreck your chances.”
“Mel? Use me.”
The words were so soft I wasn’t sure I’d heard them, but we all stopped everything and looked at Allie in the silence. She approached Melody and held out her arms.
“Use me, Melody. Use anything you need—my pussy, my mouth, my fingers. Let me take care of you like you always take care of everyone else.”
“I can’t do that, Allie,” Melody cried. Nonetheless she melted into the larger girl’s arms and pillowed her head against those magnificent breasts. “You have a match tomorrow, too, silly girl. I can’t have you on rubbery legs any more than I can Tony or Lissa.”
“But there’s a difference,” Allie said softly. “I didn’t come here to win a racquetball championship. I came here to make love to three people I adore. You are my victory, my championship. Sweet Melody, come let me help you keep Tony and Lissa on edge while you have the comfort you need right now. There comes a time when you have to let go of the hormones in order to think clearly. Let me help clear your head, baby.”
All this time, Allie was punctuating her sentences with little kisses, stroking Melody’s hair, cupping her ass cheeks. When she finished, she pulled Melody to one of her perky little nipples and gasped as Melody started to suck and nibble on her.
“Oh, Melody! Make love to me or just fuck me. I don’t care. I want you so much. Oh god, yes!”
Lissa and I held onto each other for support as Melody and Allie fell into Bed B together and rolled until Allie had Melody pinned beneath her. She reversed the flow and moved down to Melody’s nipples, sucking one then the other into her mouth, tonguing them and nibbling. Melody moaned and looked up at Lissa and me.
“Okay?” she mouthed at us. We grinned back, nodded, and then slipped beneath the covers of Bed A just as Melody went rigid and cried out. Allie had just buried her face between Melody’s legs and was apparently having the desired effect.
I turned out the light and took Lissa in my arms. We kissed long and passionately. She had to lift my cock up from where it was pinned between us so it could rest comfortably against her slit and tummy. We were in that position when we heard Melody’s first unmistakable orgasm sweep her away. Our mouths clamped back together as we listened to positions shifting and Allie squeak.
“Someone’s in the midst of an emergency,” I whispered to Lissa and we giggled. But the truth was we were near our own emergency and we had to figure out how to slow things down. Our tummies were slippery with my precome and Lissa’s juices ran down her thighs and over my balls.
We rolled so that we could see the other bed in the glow of the nightlight in the bathroom. Allie was on the bottom of a sixty-nine and was squeaking into Melody’s pussy as our lover ground herself against Allie’s mouth. The sounds were primitive as was the visual. Lissa hung onto my back as we watched and I felt her hand on my cock.
“Easy,” I whispered. “With this stimulation it wouldn’t take much.”
“You’re so wet it feels like you already came.”
“I feel like I’m leaking gallons.”
There was a screech from the bed next to us and Melody flipped off Allie onto the bed. There was only an instant’s pause, though, before both girls were rearranged and kissing with their fingers busy exploring tits, pussy, and ass.
“How are we ever going to sleep? This could go on all night.”
“We have to look away,” Lissa said. She rolled over to face the opposite direction. I rolled with her leaving me spooned behind her with my cock lodged between those nether cheeks I loved so much. I moaned as one hand tickled Lissa’s nipple and the other clamped her pussy, dragging her ass back onto my cock.
It was Lissa’s turn to moan and turn her head to kiss me.
“We have… have to—” I pushed myself back away from Lissa’s delectable derriere so that we weren’t quite touching. She moaned again and pulled my hand out of her pussy.
The sounds were building behind us again. Geez! They’d been at it non-stop for over an hour now. My balls were so tight they were about to explode. We snuck another peak at the action. They were interconnected somehow. They were mostly sitting and kissing, but their legs were pushed open so they had their pussies rubbing together. Their hands were frantically rubbing breasts and I saw Melody manage to plant a finger right where I knew Allie’s pucker would be. The sounds amped up again. Lissa’s nails were biting into my shoulder and I had one hand behind me clutching her ass like it might escape.
Then they exploded. There was no other word for it. It was vocal. It was visual. If I was a mystic, I’d have said their bodies levitated off the bed, but I’m sure it was some kind of optical illusion as they spasmed in a mutual orgasm that almost took me over the edge just from watching and listening. It wasn’t just one explosion and then silence, but one big one followed by a dozen progressively smaller ones leaving the two girls melted into a puddle in the middle of the bed and I heard the unmistakable sound of Melody’s little snore. Allie was right with her.
“I… think it’s… safe to go to sleep now,” I whispered.
“Glad I’m not sleeping on that wet spot,” Lissa giggled. Her voice was still ragged as she struggled to bring herself back from the brink.
It took us longer than Allie and Melody, but eventually we did manage to sleep, still holding on to each other.
“Hi lover,” I whispered. I wasn’t worried about disturbing anyone, but I was in public and I wanted a private conversation.
“Mmm. I love hearing that. What time is it?”
“It’s eight o’clock here. I know it’s early for you.”
“Yeah, like six. It’s a good thing I love you.”
“I needed to talk to you this morning, Kitten. We’re waiting for Allie’s match to get underway.”
“How’s she doing.”
“Fine, so far. But last night…”
“What happened. Oh! Did you break celibacy? And here I am teasing myself all day thinking about you.”
“Not me.”
“No?”
“Melody. She and Allie were insatiable. Lissa and I were practically crawling all over each other.”
“Are you telling tales? Shouldn’t Melody be telling me this?” Kate asked over the phone.
“She would, but she’s otherwise occupied this morning and told me I could talk to you. She wanted to, but things are kind of tough for her right now. Her dad’s here,” I said.
“Oh. That explains last night. Poor Allie. Will she be able to play?”
“Her legs were like Jell-O this morning. We did our best to stiffen her up. But this is really about Melody and her dad. He’s sick. I don’t mean like in the head, though with what he did, I’d add stupid. Melody’s going to have a really tough time of it, Kitten. Her dad’s dying.”
“Oh, no! Oh, my poor sweetie.”
“She talked to us last night after she and her dad talked. But she was so tense and wound up that… well, Allie stepped in and helped her out. I just hope she didn’t ruin her game today. But that’s not really why I needed to talk to you, I guess,” I said. “Kitten, I love you.”
“I love you, Tony. Tell me what it’s about.”
“Sex, sometimes… well, sometimes it isn’t all about love, is it? I’ve had this idea that I would never just have sex with someone unless it was an act of love. And I’m not saying that Allie doesn’t love us or that we don’t love Allie, but what I saw last night… it wasn’t love in any kind of romantic form at all. It was passionate and connected, but it was about being comforted and consoled. They tried to make each other pass out. Allie told Melody to use her any way she needed. It was like a healing. Melody woke up calm and ready to go deal with her dad this morning. Allie did that when neither Lissa nor I could.”
“Melody’s liked Allison ever since you sent the picture that night,” Kate said. “But even though it wasn’t romantic—or didn’t seem like it—don’t think that it wasn’t love. Allie did something really beautiful for Melody. I’m tempted to make love to her myself, just for what she did last night. What would that be? Gratitude? Too strong a word. Just appreciation for what she did and who she is.”
“I’m beginning to understand more, Kate. In so many ways, I’m still just a kid with three incredible girlfriends and a couple others that I think the world of. I don’t understand yet how everything is supposed to work, but I had to talk to you about it right away.”
“I miss you, Tony. You’d better go to Allison’s match. I’ll text Melody before I go to class. Give my love to my girls, okay?”
“I miss you, too, love. Talk to you later.”
Allie’s match was a hard one. She lost the first game by six points. It was almost the Allison we saw in Tempe last spring, and she was playing against the lowest ranked competitor in her division. We only had three minutes between games to get her on track.
“Did you think you were all through now that you’ve had Melody’s pussy in your mouth?” Lissa whispered in her left ear.
“There’s another day of competition for all of us. Just imagine what’s going to happen then. You’ll have a face full of Lissa pussy while my cock is plunging in and out of your sopping wet cunt,” I whispered in her right ear
“And just when you think it can’t get better,” Lissa continued, “Melody is going to bite your nipples.”
Carefully shielding what was happening between us, Lissa and I each tweaked one of Allie’s nipples while she was tipping her water bottle up for a drink. Water came out of her nose and sprayed all over the three of us. Allie’s eyes were wide open and gleaming.
“Oh, I’m not giving up yet,” she growled.
She charged back into the court and took the game to her opponent. It was still hard. The night’s activities definitely took something out of her. But her opponent was just overmatched against Allie and the round went to our friend, by three and by two in the last two games.
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