Odalisque
Six
OUR TUESDAY NIGHT TEAM PRACTICE started out as an exercise in chaos and frustration. Whitney was at her peak as a tease and she was fawning all over Lissa. She was wearing tight shorts and a T-shirt that was barely legal in the club. She made sure she was in Lissa’s line of sight at all times and frequently touched her when they talked. Lissa set her up to train with Tonya and hoped working against a woman even taller and more powerful than she was would cool her down.
Bree sidled up next to me as I watched our men’s pair working.
“Enjoying the show?”
“These guys? You know I don’t swing that way.”
“I meant the next court. That bitch is bleeding pheromones.”
“Oh yeah. Whitney,” I said dismissively. “She thinks she’s a big tease, but she’s really just being annoying.”
“She thinks the best way to get to you is through Lissa,” Bree said. “If you don’t do something, she’ll disrupt the team, and there are only six of us, and I don’t count.”
“You could play.”
“It would interfere with my laundry duties. Besides, I’m nowhere big enough to play against you guys. Look at them. All five-ten or more. I’m a shrimp.”
“Portia is only two inches taller than you, and a couple of years older. You could do it,” I suggested.
“I’ll scrimmage, but you won’t get me in a competition,” Bree said. “I think I’ll get a bucket of cold water and see if I can cool her down.”
“Don’t go overboard,” I laughed. “I think Lissa’s got an idea.”
“Okay, everyone,” Lissa called after we’d had a ten-minute break. We all gathered around to listen to our coach. “There’s two competitions coming up and we’ve got permission to play if you are all in. The first one is in three weeks up in Bellingham. Second one is a pre-holiday event in Mountlake Terrace. These are local tournaments with a wide variety of talent playing. There aren’t any official college club meets in Washington, even though there are some other college clubs that want to play. We’ll hold our own invitational next year.”
“Are we ready for competition?” Tonya asked.
“Not really,” Lissa answered. “But at the same time, you need a taste of it so that you know what to look forward to. Remember, when we get to the intercollegiate championships next spring, there are several levels of play. You don’t have to be competing at an elite level to be in the tournament. And I’ve got a secret ingredient that will help you.”
That was news to me.
“What’s that, Lissa?” I asked.
“You all have seen how well Brent and Franklin are doing as a doubles team. I think I’d like to try Tonya and Whitney out as a doubles team as well. We might even field two mixed doubles teams so you get a chance to play in several matches. That keeps you out of the spotlight as individuals in the first couple of competitions, but gives you good practice on the court,” Lissa said. “I want you to think of this as a little team building. So far, you’ve all played against each other. You are going to start playing with each other. And we’re going to start with a demonstration. Tony and I are going to volley. When you are playing against each other, you try to prevent your opponent from hitting the ball. But when you play with each other, you want them to return it. If you know where to place the ball so your partner can return it, then you can place the ball so your opponent can’t return it. Clear as mud?”
“Um… yeah,” Brent said. “Sometimes Frank and I just try to see how long we can keep a rally going.”
“Exactly,” Lissa said. “That’s what Tony and I are going to do in this demo. We’ll start slowly, but you have to consider the person on court with you to be your dance partner. Some of you saw what we did in Minneapolis. We not only danced together, our opponents danced with us. So, watch us as we rally for a few minutes, and then we’ll let you play. Ready, Tony?”
“Sure,” I said. I knew what we were going to be doing on the court. Whitney thought she could tease. When Lissa and I were done, Whitney would have a hard time keeping her hands out of her panties. If she was wearing any.
It worked like a charm. Lissa and I just smiled at each other and let all the day’s cares and worries slip away. Then we started to dance.
We began with a couple of easy lobs to each other. We didn’t even bother to enter the service area, just started the ball flying. We kept it slow and easy while we adjusted to each other, just letting the ball connect us. We didn’t really need any music to set the pace. In a minute we were back in the zone we’d found in Minneapolis. And like all zones, time started to disappear. All there was were the two of us and where the ball would be.
At one point, I returned a volley and found myself planted right behind Lissa. We touched and held ourselves together as she returned the ball with a backhand, straight to my forehand. It went back to her backhand and she spun around so that I was in front and returned the ball with my backhand. She kept her turn going until we were both facing the wall again and she met the ball with a forehand into the left corner so that my forehand was called into action again. I flattened myself on the floor as Lissa stepped over me to take the next return.
I was sure no one could tell how well in synch we were with each other. People who watch racquetball just see the serves and missed returns. But what they were really seeing with Lissa and me were two people making love on the racquetball court.
Don’t ask me how we ever got to this point. Someplace, racquetball became like sex to us. We met each other’s thrusts. We rolled over each other without hesitation—without breaking the rhythm. We went through foreplay, even sneaking a kiss. We built the tempo, reading each other’s wants and needs—knowing where to stimulate our partner for just the right response. We slid against each other and touched softly when we passed. Our fingers touched as we switched places.
And the pace increased.
Soon—or not so soon; who was keeping track?—we were pummeling the ball back and forth to each other. It was a constant rhythm of floor-racquet-wall-floor-racquet-wall. When we were both near our peak, we changed the rhythm up slightly. Racquet-wall-racquet-wall. Sometimes we were playing high on the wall and sometimes low. But the speed continued to increase. I had no idea how long we could keep it going at this rate, but I knew that we would both explode at the same time. Lissa solved the problem.
“Now!” she screamed as she sent the ball high on the end wall so that it would hit the back wall before the floor. She dropped her racquet on the floor and I fell into her arms in a deep kiss, still flicking the ball forward as it passed me and dropped to the floor.
Lissa and I sank to our knees in the middle of the court, still locked in a kiss, panting and coming down as if we had just had an orgasm.
“I love you, baby.”
We looked at our five teammates. Bree was sitting behind the others and I could see a tear on her cheek. Everyone else looked at us in stunned silence. Lissa took a deep breath. She was our coach.
“We have four doubles teams here,” she said. “One men’s, one women’s, and two mixed. We don’t know who is going to click on the mixed side, so let’s start with Whitney and Franklin on court one and Tonya and Brent on court two. Now get this. You need to court each other first. Expect some fumbling around. Maybe even an offense. Get through it. You can do it. Now go.”
They entered the courts and started hitting the ball back and forth to each other while Lissa and I got a drink. When I turned around, Bree was standing next to us. She took each of our hands in hers and looked up at us.
“I’m so proud of you… and so jealous,” she whispered.
“You can always play, Bree,” I said.
“That’s not what I’m jealous of,” she answered. “Don’t worry. I’ll get through it. I can do it.”
“You tormented your team!” Kate exclaimed after I’d finished telling her about practice. I’d showered and soaked and showered again before I went to her dorm room. I’d also had a couple liters of water to drink.
“Well, not exactly the team,” I said. “We were targeting Whitney. I almost think it was harder on Bree, though. Brent, Franklin, and Tonya just took it in stride like they understood what was going on. When I left, though, Lissa said Whitney was still in the shower.”
“She’s going to be fun when we finally have sex with her.”
“What? I’m not planning to have sex with Whitney. I’m happy right where I am. She’s just decided that she’s the biggest tease in the world and we had to show her what teasing was all about. After all, we learned from an expert,” I laughed.
“That’s why I brought you here tonight,” Kate said. We were lying naked on her bed—a tight fit—and Kate had been softly massaging my arm and chest muscles. She knelt beside me and I lifted a hand to caress the breasts that I loved so much. She pushed it back down.
“You brought me here to tease me?” I asked, pouting.
“Sort of. Have you read the book?”
“It’s been crazy. I’m only two chapters in. I think Lissa has read it cover to cover, though.” When I visited Kate’s home in Oregon over Labor Day, she’d given me two books. One was about Tantric sex.
“I’ll keep that in mind next time I’m with her. But tonight, I want to take care of you. You don’t have to do a thing. You must do nothing.”
“I don’t know how to do nothing,” I said.
“Just lie still. Don’t twitch or thrust. Don’t touch. Hands behind your head. Relax completely.”
I tried to do exactly what she was saying, but as her hands moved down to my growing prick, my hips bumped forward automatically.
She pulled her hands away.
“If you want me to touch you, you have to be still,” she said. I moaned. “Do you want me to touch you, Tony? Do you want me to run my fingers up the side of your penis? Do you want me to hold your testicles in my hands?”
“Yes. Oh yes,” I gasped as she demonstrated. “And I want to touch your beautiful breasts and taste your pussy,” I continued.
“That’s what you have to work on not doing,” she said. “You have to focus all your attention on what I’m doing.”
“I’m all yours, Kitten.”
“You are beautiful, did you know that?” she asked. I don’t think I’d been called beautiful before. “So symmetrical, but not perfectly so. Like the little bend here.” She traced a line on my cock and I almost jumped. It took all my will to lie still. “What do you call your penis?”
“Huh? What do you mean?”
“Well, the book always says penis, but that seems so clinical. What do you call it?”
“I guess cock or dick,” I answered.
“Cock. I can’t call it dick,” Kate laughed. “I’d keep thinking of that guy in our fundamentals class, Dick Strange. Then I’d think, ‘oh, it’s a strange dick.’ I’d never be able to make love to it.”
“Then by all means, call it a cock.”
“Cock. Tony’s cock. I love you, Tony’s cock. Lie still,” she commanded. My hips had started to move forward and I could feel myself getting near the edge. “You have to stay absolutely still or I’ll stop.”
“Kitten, I’m so close.” I felt the come bubbling up and my balls jerk, then a moment of pain as Kate pinched down at the base of my cock and I could feel the fluids forced back into my prostate. “Shit!”
“I’d like to paint you, cock,” Kate continued as if nothing had happened. “I’d start at this little slit on top and work my way down the underside so I could show the heart is here. You can even feel its beat.”
I could feel the beat, now, as well. My cock was throbbing beneath her sometimes gentle, sometimes forceful ministrations. If I got too close, she would pinch it off, keeping me so on edge I was ready to weep. At the same time, I was becoming detached in a way. My body was relaxing and my entire consciousness was sinking into my cock.
“I wish I could paint you just as you are entering my… Tony? What do you call my vagina?”
“Um… I guess I call it your pussy. I suppose I could call it Kate’s kitty, but I kind of like calling you my Kitten and sometimes even Kit.”
“Mmm. Pussy. That’s what Melody says. Do you know what Lissa says when it’s just us? She always talks about her pussy, just like you do to Melody and me, but when I was exploring her with my tongue last week, she suddenly yelled, ‘lick my little cunny!’ Isn’t that funny?”
“I’ve heard Lissa yell that, but she’s the only one I know that uses the term. Oh, Kitten, I’m lost to your touch. You’re making me feel things I’ve never felt. I just want to pour my heart out to you. I love you, Kate.” I was really almost crying. I could feel my eyes getting watery. I was so near the breaking point, I was holding myself rigid then forcing myself to relax and not move a muscle as she played with my cock.
“Are you truly ready, Tony?” Kate whispered. “Are you ready to show me how much I’ve done to you?”
“I’m ready, Kitten. I’m so ready.”
She let go of my cock and crawled up beside me.
“What?”
“Okay, lover,” she whispered in my ear. Her hand was on my chest as I lay on my back, her lips against my cheek.
“When you’re truly ready, let it come. I’m right here with you. Show me you are really ready.”
She lifted her head slightly so I could turn to look into her eyes. I was lost. I stared into her hazel eyes, so dark, but not quite brown. So on fire. I let her have me. I fell into her gaze and just as I was near to oblivion, my cock started spurting. Neither of us was touching it. I was lying perfectly still, yet the first jet from the tip arced up between our faces to land on the pillow. She turned her head slightly and caught the second spurt on her chin and lips. There was a third, a fourth, and a fifth jet that each fell a little shorter. Then my cock continued to pulse and dribble for minutes afterward. I was fucking the empty air. With nothing touching me, no movement of my hips, I had just had one of the most powerful orgasms of my life.
There was a soft squeal from across the room. I turned my head to see Kate’s roommate, Amber, arching her back on her bed with her hand buried in her panties, which was all she was wearing.
“How long has she been there?” I whispered.
“The whole time,” Kate said. “She was in the bathroom when we got into bed. From that point, you just didn’t notice anything.”
“You just displayed me to your roommate.”
“I just wasn’t cognizant of her, any more than you were,” Kate said.
My god! My girlfriend was more adventurous, more erotic, more unafraid, than anyone I’d ever met.
“That was so hot,” whispered Amber. “I’ve never seen anything like it. Thank you. Thank you both.” She turned her back to us and in a moment, we could hear her breath even out into sleep.
I turned back to Kate to find her licking my come off her face and fingers. She had her own eyes closed and the flush she had on her chest told me she was experiencing her own sexual high, though maybe not an orgasm. When her breathing returned to normal, she kissed me and then snuggled down next to me. The last thought I had as I lay on my back, just fading into sleep, was that my cock was still hard.
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