Odalisque
Four
SATURDAY STARTED EARLY for me when the boys came running in with books and caught Melody and me kissing softly.
“Tony? Meddy? Read?” Drew said cautiously.
“Sure we will, buddy,” I said. “Can you crawl up here with Melody?”
One Little Monster book and one Berenstain Bears book later we decided it was time to make coffee. It was half past seven when Melody told to me to take coffee to Lissa and Kate.
Seeing Lissa and Kate cuddled together never fails to amaze me. They are so beautiful together. The contrasts and similarities are incredible, but the uninhibited and unrestrained love they show each other brings a tear to my eye.
“Darlings,” I whispered as I put a hand on each of my lovers. “I have coffee. It’s time to wake up.”
“Do we have class?” Kate whimpered.
“No. It’s Saturday,” I said.
“Why do we have to get up then,” she asked. Good question.
“Sometimes when I wake up in the morning, Tony and I make love,” Lissa said.
“Me too,” Kate smiled. Oh yeah!
“But he’s up already,” Lissa continued.
“I’m not,” Kate said.
That was all it took. I figured the coffee would be cold and forgotten by the time I got out of the shower.
“I’m home!” I shouted as I walked in from the garage after Pilates class.
“Food in the kitchen,” Melody answered.
I walked into the kitchen and found a plate of sandwiches and a bowl of soup waiting for me. This October day had turned wet and cold and the steaming bowl of soup was a welcome sight.
“Mmm. This looks good,” I said as I sat at the breakfast bar. I scooped a spoonful of soup toward my mouth and froze as Melody stood from behind the stove. She had one of our big chef aprons on.
And nothing else.
The front bib was drawn in so her nipples peaked out on either side of it. While I watched, she untied the apron strings and hung it on a peg. I just stared.
“Don’t tell me I made you lose your appetite,” Melody frowned.
“No. Quite the opposite,” I said. “It just changed slightly.”
“Well, eat your soup while it’s hot, then make me hot and soupy.”
“This is a little unusual for a Saturday afternoon, isn’t it?” I asked. “Where’s the rest of the family.” I ate, but I never took my eyes off of Melody and she made no attempt to cover herself up.
“Errands. They’ll probably be gone a while. I know you sometimes have difficulty sleeping during the day and you have the night shift at Tent City tonight. So, I thought I’d try to help you relax and go to sleep for a nice nap this afternoon,” she said.
Something strange was happening, but I finished my soup and sandwich and put the dishes in the dishwasher while Melody watched. She’d stayed on the other side of the breakfast bar from me and we hadn’t even kissed yet since I got home. Now that I was finished eating, though, she came into my arms and I wrapped up her gloriously naked body as we kissed.
“Come into the bedroom,” she whispered.
The drapes were pulled and candles provided the only light in the room. The bedding was pulled back and a towel spread in the middle of the bed. Melody undressed me and told me to lie on my back.
“We’ll see if I can put you to sleep with a massage.”
“Um… Melody,” I said, “you know my going to sleep yesterday had nothing to do with the massage, don’t you? I was out before Bree ever started.”
“Yeah. We talked about it,” she said. “I was being a jerk. I’m sorry, Tony. But Bree only did your back and so you missed out on half your massage. I’m just finishing things up for her.”
“Bree doesn’t get naked when she does a massage.”
“I have my own methods and there is nothing professional about them at all, lover,” Melody said as she touched my lips with her own. Her breasts dragged across my chest as she moved toward me.
She rose on her knees and squeezed massage oil out of the bottle all over her own chest, smoothing it out with her hands.
Melody is a surprise to me. Every time I see her naked, my head jumps back to that first time with her. We were both virgins. We were modeling for each other for our final life drawing projects. We both undressed at the same time and then decided painting could wait for a while. To this moment, I remember the awe we both felt when we pressed ourselves together and my cock entered her willing pussy.
If for no other reason, Melody was burned into my heart.
She moved over me, straddling my thighs, and scooted down until she was sitting on my ankles. Then leaned forward, lying on my legs with my cock conveniently at her mouth. She gave it a little lick and then began pulling herself forward, the massage oil smoothing the way for her to glide up until she reached my mouth with her lips and kissed me. When I started to wrap my arms around her, she pushed them back to the bed.
“I’m the masseuse here,” she laughed. “You just lie back and enjoy.”
With that she began her descent, sliding down my body just as she had slid up. When she reached my ankles again, she rubbed her cheeks against my cock, getting the oil all over them. Then she began a long slow ascent again.
“You’re going to have sex with Bree,” she announced as she reached my face again. This time she rubbed the oil from her cheeks onto mine.
“Melody, you know I’m not going to do that. I know how you feel.”
“Yes. I’ve been a jerk about it. And I’m probably not done being a jerk about it.” She began her descent, once again preventing me from sliding into her, but letting her slit part around my cock so that her clit dragged as she moved downward. She shuddered.
“You don’t like her,” I said. “That’s all the reason I need to never be involved with her. You can trust me, Mel. I love you.”
“No, that’s not enough reason. I’m so sorry I suggested that last night. I was really at my peak of jerkness. You are the most loyal and loving man I have ever met and the women you’ve been with other than us, we pushed you toward. Tony, you’ve never given any of us a reason to doubt how much you love us. But one day I’m going to piss you off. Really bad. It’s the way relationships work. You’ve already pissed me off a couple of times. I don’t know how I’ve been lucky enough to keep from getting to you. But when that time comes, I don’t want it to be easy for you to get back at me by fucking Bree. It would kill me.”
She started forward again and I closed my eyes to feel every inch of her slight body against me. I remembered how I fantasized about Melody long before I knew she was interested—in fact, convinced that she could never be interested in me.
“That’s why, when the time comes, I’ll be there with you,” she said.
“The time?”
“The time to fuck Bree. I’m going to get her ready. Then we are going to get you ready. You are going to be right on the edge of coming down my throat, but you’ll know that if you do, you won’t be able to fuck her,” Melody said. “Just when you can’t stand it anymore, I’ll push Bree onto her back and plant my pussy in her face. She’ll be licking me while I suck you right to the point of no return. Then she’ll feel you plunge into her and she’ll moan against my clit. You know how I love that, don’t you, Tony?”
Melody had reached my face again and I was totally wrapped up in the fantasy she was weaving. I didn’t for a minute believe we’d ever be in that situation, but Melody can spin a pretty fine tale when she puts her mind to it. This time when she started back down, she didn’t lift her hips. My cock caught for a second against her labia and then slid smoothly inside her, causing us both to moan.
“You’ll be so keyed up when you plunge your big cock into her little cunt that you’ll come on the first stroke. That’s it,” she said as she ground to a halt, our joining stopping her downward process. “One stroke, come, and pull out. Oh, she will cry out when your cock comes sucking out of her cunt. I’ll love that. Right against my clitty. And I’ll bend my head and suck your come out of her. Only when she makes me come will I raise my head enough to tongue her clit to orgasm.”
“Mel, that’s cruel,” I gasped. She had lifted until only the tip of my cock was still in her pussy and she held there. I don’t know if I was talking about her story or what she was doing to me.
“Yes. But that’s when she’ll know. She’ll know that no matter when or where she fucks you, I own her orgasm. She won’t come without my permission. She won’t have your come without my permission. I’m not going to make a slave of her, Tony. I don’t want a slave. I just want her to know that when you put your cock back into her pussy and fuck her to a climax, it’s because I’m letting her come,” Melody said as she slid down my cock painfully slowly. “No matter how hard you fuck her cunt after that, she won’t dare come unless I’ve said it’s okay. It’s the only way it will ever… ever… ev-ER…” Melody pushed up away from my body and slammed down on me. I felt her pussy clamp down around my cock as she cried out her orgasm. I responded by shooting deep inside her as she milked me. “…happen,” she whispered.
Melody collapsed on me. After a minute she rubbed her body around on my chest without letting me get soft enough to slip out.
“Mmm. I like massaging you, darling. It might not do your muscles any good, but, oh god, it feels nice.”
Amazingly, Melody’s continued massage eventually put me to sleep. I woke up about five hours later stuck to her.
“Thank you for my fantasy, Tony,” she whispered when I tried to shift away so I could go piss. She rolled back and looked at me. “Let’s take a shower and you can do some studying while I make dinner.
When we got out of the shower, Lissa, Kate, and the boys were home and there was a gentle buzz of family activity going on in the kitchen and the boys’ room. It was peaceful and didn’t prevent me from getting into my reading. I felt good about my class. I was reading my lit first because I figured I’d have time to read anatomy on the job and it would be less likely to put me to sleep. I had to keep notes and draw figures which would keep me entertained most of the night.
The lit assignment was an eye opener. I figured we’d be analyzing some great works of literature and critiquing them, but the first term class focused on reading critically. Professor Strait had given us two newspaper articles to read about the same subject. Both articles were journalistic and you couldn’t tell the writer had a bias for one side of the issue. You’d think that with all the politics, there would be a lot of fodder for contrasting two opinionated articles with each other, but this wasn’t even a political article. It had to do with reporting a fire that had killed four people in an apartment building. It was terrible. There were two follow up articles from each source as well.
From everything I could tell, both were straight forward objective journalism, but the two articles left completely different impressions of what happened and what was uncovered after the tragedy. Our analysis had to include what facts were reported identically in both papers and what facts were reported in only one or the other paper. I’d meet Rio Sunday afternoon to compare our notes.
While I read and listened to the sounds of my family in the house, Kate brought me a glass of water and curled up in my lap. She didn’t try to kiss or interrupt my study. She just sat there with me as I read, cuddled up so quietly I thought she’d gone to sleep. I finished drinking the water, realizing that I was really thirsty, and Kate took the glass from my hand. She kissed my cheek softly and then left. It was so sweet.
About half an hour later, Lissa brought me a little tray of veggie sticks and dip as an appetizer. She, too, curled up in my lap and just cuddled there quietly while I continued to read and make notes and snack. A few minutes later, she took the empty dish and went back to the kitchen after kissing me on the cheek. Before long, Melody called everyone to the table for dinner. Melody and I sat between Drew and Damon with Kate and Lissa opposite tonight. I looked at the bread and chili we were about to eat and suddenly felt very thankful.
“Before we eat,” I said, “I’d just like to say how much I love each and every person sitting at this table. I am so happy!”
“We love you, Tony,” Lissa said as Melody kissed my cheek.
A light rain was falling when I got to Tent City at a quarter till ten. It was all quiet and I reported to the support tent. Andy Parsons had the shift before mine. Most of the daytime shifts were just four to six hours, but since I could only work once a week with my crazy schedule, I took the eight-hour Saturday night shift. It did pain me a bit to leave Lissa, Melody, and Kate getting ready for bed while I came to sit in the cold all night. I had a good coat and hat on with a scarf and there was a small space heater in the tent that would keep the chill off as long as I didn’t move more than a couple feet away from it. I studied anatomy for a couple of hours, sketching out the various systems.
Eventually, I found my mind wandering. I sketched things other than human anatomy. Maybe I should say that I sketched human anatomy that we weren’t actively studying in class. I was caught up by the memory of the sheen of oil on Melody this afternoon as she was giving me a body to body massage. The oil changed the highlights on her skin in the candlelight. As much as I tried to capture it, I wasn’t doing it very well, though I was getting a kick out of drawing Melody’s naked body over and over again.
I glanced up and saw the opening opposite my tent that led into Tent City. The opening was about six feet wide with a thin tarp stretched on eight-foot-tall fence posts around the perimeter. It didn’t really provide much in the way of privacy, but the tents inside all backed up to the tarp, so it was really a double barrier. The only place there was a view into the city was through the entrance, and that wasn’t much of a view. The October weather had turned cold and rainy already, so people who went into the city pretty much went directly to a tent and hunkered down trying to stay warm. Blue plastic tarps were suspended over the tents to provide an extra measure of waterproofing.
From my perspective, I could see a portion of the main walkway down the middle of camp. I’d helped move the wooden pallets into place and lay out the city, so I knew what I was looking at. The first tent was a food room, the next was medical supplies. Opposite these two, a tent with the evening’s security person on duty faced the opening. Once every fifteen minutes, a resident wearing a yellow reflective vest would walk out of the entry gap and make a circuit of the perimeter. Security was their job. My job was to phone emergency help and let the residents into the athletic pavilion if there was severe weather.
I could also see the gas heat lamp that was positioned next to the security tent. It had been donated by a local restaurant that had abandoned its plan for a sidewalk café. It gave off a red warmth over a few feet that was in stark contrast to the dull yellows and greens of the camping tents. I was looking through a window into a different world and I began sketching. My light wasn’t good enough to add color to the sketch and I didn’t dare take a picture because it could be seen as invading the privacy of the residents. So, I studied it and memorized it as best I could as I sketched just what I could see through the opening.
I did one sketch, in which the entrance gap was only a few inches wide on my field of view. Everything else was dark, yes. But it seemed that I could make out ghostly shadows against the privacy tarp that faded to the wet darkness of the night surrounding it.
I guess I eventually nodded off to sleep because the next thing I knew, Eric was shaking my shoulder and calling my name. I came awake slowly. It was still dark.
“What time is it?” I asked.
“Ten till six,” Eric responded. “I’ll always try to be here a few minutes before the shift ends.”
“I didn’t mean to fall asleep.”
“You aren’t expected to stay awake all night, as long as you are here and can respond. It’s more like being on call,” Eric explained. “I take it there were no emergencies.”
“No. All quiet on the Western Front,” I joked.
“You just sit here for six hours on Sunday, now?” I asked.
“Oh no. I get the exciting part. I open the pavilion at six thirty so folks can go in and use the showers and facilities until ten. Then I lock up again and leave when my relief gets here at noon.”
“Well, I’m glad they get to go in and use the facilities,” I said.
“Three times a week. You get any studying done last night?”
“Yeah. Worked on my anatomy course and then did some sketches.”
He looked over my shoulder at the last sketch I’d done.
“Hey. I like that. It seems like such a small place in a large universe. If we ever get a dry day, you should go up to the roof and sketch from there. You’ll get a better feel for how the place is laid out.”
“I can get there?”
“Sure. Let me know when you want to do it and I’ll show you the way. You should go home and get some real sleep now,” Eric said.
I agreed and left.
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