Odalisque
Nine
I GREETED GUESTS at the door as they arrived, and each one was sexier than the one before. I suppose I should start with my own getup. I was dressed as Spartacus. I really didn’t have any choice in the matter. My women had presented the costume to me before Melody left for Boston and made me try it on. Then they proceeded to try to get me to act like the character and ‘take them all’ like slave girls. Make me suffer some more! They decided I needed to be oiled in order to make it look right and Lissa had done the honors before I came out of the bedroom. She followed soon after and was almost unrecognizable. She had a black, waist-length wig on and a black dress that fit her like a glove. The plunging front neckline went all the way to her navel. Her tits must have been glued inside so they didn’t pop out. If Gomez had ever seen this Morticia, it would have been a different kind of TV show.
Kate and Wendy were both adorable and sexy as hell in matching French maid costumes, complete with garters, stockings, and French-cut bikini panties. The first couple to arrive was Patrick and Noelle James dressed as Batman and Catwoman. They pulled off the sexy couple routine, even though Patrick needed the padded suit and Noelle filled out the Catwoman outfit a little more than I remember from the movie. They were barely in the door when Princess Leia showed up. Not the demure Princess, but the one where she’s dressed like a slave girl for Jabba the Hut. And she was a lot taller than I remembered from the movie. Whitney could sure make that outfit look good, though. Right behind her, Rio seemed to be wearing just a dressing gown—a really elegant one that you might think of as from the 40s or 50s. But she wouldn’t tell me who she was supposed to be.
Eric showed up with a total fox beside him. He was dressed in an Elizabethan outfit, complete with rapier and codpiece. It was evident from the tall, elegant Elizabethan girl that accompanied him that they were Romeo and Juliet.
“Wow, Eric. These are great costumes. Where did you get them?”
“Oh, we borrowed them from the theater. I should say my lovely date did,” Eric grinned. Eric with a woman? And this girl was a knockout. Slender, and sexy, and about the same height as Eric. She let her eyes drift down as if she was shy—or maybe she was checking me out.
“And who is this unbelievably beautiful woman with you?” I asked. “Sorry, I don’t recognize you.”
“Oh, you would if you really saw me.”
I almost passed out. That voice wasn’t a woman’s voice.
“Um… uh… you sound familiar,” I said.
“You’ve just never seen me in drag. Usually I’m trying to look all macho so Amy doesn’t get upset with me.”
“Kevin?” One of Amy’s best friends was a gay guy she went out with so they could both pick up dates last year.
“Yeah. Amy introduced me to Eric at your birthday party last month. We kind of hit it off.”
“I had no idea,” I said. “And god! You look beautiful. Sorry, Eric. I don’t mean to be ogling your date. It’s just… Wow!”
“It’s okay, Tony,” Eric said. “You can just think of Kevin as one of the girls. He happens to have the deluxe package, though.”
“You’re going to get hit on by straight guys all night, Kev,” I said.
“Mmm. Sounds like it could be fun,” he said with a little wiggle. I swear it was a girl under his dress. They laughed and moved on.
“Damn it! It’s your fault, Ames!” Amy spat at me.
She’d grabbed my hand and dragged me out to the deck. It was pretty chilly out there and we stood under the shelter of the eaves so we’d be out of the rain. With me in my Spartacus outfit and Amy as Xena, neither of us were really dressed for this weather.
“What’s my fault, Ames?” We each called the other Ames.
“Everything. You make it look so easy,” she said. I could feel her shudder and I pulled her close to me as the floodgates opened and Amy started crying. Shit. I couldn’t say I warned her. Now what?
“I’m sorry, Ames. God, I’m so sorry.” It was really all I could say. I was sorry. I tried to warn her that having a three-way relationship wasn’t as easy as it looked. But we all loved each other and would do anything for each other. I just didn’t think that was what her relationship with Thor and Sonia was like. They were inside—Sonia dressed as Aphrodite and Thor as… well… Thor.
“Tell me about it, Ames.” I said softly.
She was quiet for a long moment before she choked out the words.
“He wants me.” Ouch. “That was never part of the deal. We were both going to share Sonia. But how can he want me? I’m a lesbian. He’s got Sonia. How perverted is that?”
“Hey, Amy,” I comforted. “It’s okay. Look, it’s not about you being a lesbian. How could he not want you? You’re beautiful, sexy, smart, playful. What’s not to want?”
“But I’m a lesbian!”
“That governs what you want, not what other people want. Shit, Amy. I still get a boner every time I think about the kiss you gave me at the pajama party. And, yeah, I know you’re a lesbian and I’d never think of crossing the line with you, but I still get turned on by you.”
“You do?” She started to pull away from me but I held on.
“It’s just a male anatomy thing. He’s not pushing you to actually do anything, is he?”
“Um… actually… yes. That’s what pisses me off. He wants me to trade places with Sonia when we’re teamed up on her. He wants his hands on me. He wants his fucking cock in me,” Amy said.
“Shit. The idiot.”
“Why doesn’t it work for us like it works for you?”
“Well, because that was never an issue with us. Lissa and Melody are both radically bi. They love each other and they both want me. And Kate… well, it’s different with Kate. She simply doesn’t distinguish between men and women. It’s all about the connection with her,” I said.
“You mean if I want it to work, I have to let him fuck me?”
“Ames, letting a man—any man—fuck you would destroy you. That’s not making it work.”
“But I love them.”
“Them?”
“Yes. I love Thor. He’s nice, funny, talented, considerate, handsome. I just don’t want his boy-parts.”
“Amy, you’ve really got to talk this out with them. Tell them they have to listen while you explain about you. If Thor can’t accept you for who you are in the way you need to be accepted, he can’t love you,” I said. I just hoped I was right. If one of my women—any one of them—said she loved me but we couldn’t ever have sex, would I be able to respect that? Shit.
“Thank you, Tony,” she said, giving me a big squeeze. “I wish you had a pussy.”
“Some days I wish so, too. Maybe I can borrow one.”
“Okay, I give up,” I said.
We were sitting in the living room. There were only about a dozen of us left. All of a sudden, I felt like I’d really wasted my first year in school. I had lots more friends at SCU than I did at PCAD. We were all trying to guess what Rio’s dressing gown costume was supposed to be.
“So, who or what are you supposed to be. Not that just showing up in a dressing gown and not much else isn’t sexy and all,” I added. But she had told us that she had a specific character in mind and none of us had come up with an answer that worked. Rio stood up and stepped in front of me. She struck a sexy pose that looked a little familiar. A painting. Which was it? Her robe began to slide down off her shoulders and was barely kept from falling to her waist because it caught on her nipples.
“I’m Hélène Fourment,” she said, waiting for us to get it. I didn’t. “Some artists. She married Rubens in 1630 and was the model for The Feast of Venus and The Three Graces. I’m your next model,” Rio said. “Like she did for Rubens.” Now I recognized the pose. Of course.
“You know that won’t work,” Bree said. “I tried the same move in a hotel in Tempe.”
“I tried it in his dorm room last spring,” Sandra added.
“I tried it at the posing party,” Kate added.
“I tried it downstairs in September,” Wendy said, giggling.
“Lissa tried it in front of an entire classroom,” I laughed, getting what was going on.
“As far as we know, the only one it ever worked for was Melody,” Lissa said.
“Wait!” Walt said. “Women just stand up in front of you and take their clothes off? How cool is that?”
“It does happen,” I said. “I’m an artist.”
“Well, go ahead, Rio,” Walt said. “Let’s see if it works this time.”
Rio was sufficiently deflated that she pulled the robe closed and sat back down.
“Well, how was I supposed to know,” she said. “It was worth a try. And I thought all you artists would know.”
“You go, girl,” Whitney said. “I wish I’d thought of it.”
“I tell you what,” I laughed. “We’ll have another posing party after everybody is back from the holiday. I remember that scene you were posing. Why’d you choose Rubens?”
“Oh. Because he painted… um… full-figured women… um… like me. And if they were nude—which it looks like they usually were—it looked like their clothes had just accidentally fallen off,” Rio explained.
“You’re right,” I said. “How’d you figure all that out?”
“I just went to the art section of the library and looked through every book on the shelf till I found something I thought would work and then looked up everything I could find about it.”
“Good choice. Unlike Bree or Allison or Kate or Lissa or Sandra or whoever else, I think you are the first to have researched your subject. Uh… You know that scene has men in it, too, though.”
“Oh!”
“I’m in,” Walt said. “Sandra gave me a play-by-play of what happened last spring and showed me the pictures. I want in one of them.”
Rick and June just sat there with their mouths open.
“Yeah. I’d do it,” Justin said. “I always wondered what it would be like. I don’t look like much, but if Rio is willing, I’m willing.”
“Can you use the rest of us in the scene, too?” Amanda asked.
“If we can keep things from getting out of control, I’ll put together a scene that is kind of like a Rubens piece, but is completely our own. But you’ll all have to sign model releases so I can exhibit it at our show in February,” I said.
They were gone at last. I was flopped out on the bed and Lissa was in the bathroom removing her wig when Kate came in.
“Can I join you tonight?” Kate asked.
“When did you ever need to ask that, Kitten?” I responded.
“Well, I wasn’t sure if you had something… um… planned.”
“What time is it, lover?”
“Two in the morning,” Kate said.
“Did you have something planned, Lissa?” I asked.
“No,” came her answer from the bathroom.
“I’m way too tired to plan anything,” I said.
“Then could Wendy join us?” Kate asked.
“In bed?” I squeaked. Lissa came out to join the conversation.
“Is it a good idea, Kitten?” Lissa asked.
“She’s so lonely. I could cuddle her in the other bedroom I guess.”
“No,” I said. I really didn’t want Kate to not be in our bed, even if it meant a visitor. “You okay with it, Liss?”
“Yeah, but do we need to put pajamas on?” Kate shook her head.
“Just get in bed when you are ready and we’ll come in,” she said before leaving the room.
I finished undressing and brushed my teeth then slid into bed beside Lissa.
“What do you think?” I whispered.
“We’ll just wait and see. You know how sensitive Kate is to other people’s needs,” Lissa whispered back.
“I’m so sleepy I’m about to collapse anyway,” I said.
Lissa kissed me.
There are kisses that put all your senses on alert. They arouse you sexually; they transmit love and depth of emotion. They involve the lips, the tongue, and the heart. And there are kisses that are so peaceful that no matter how long they last and whether your tongues touch or not, they just draw you into the other person and let you float on her dreams. That was the kiss Lissa gave me, and before we had parted, I was floating on that dream.
I was vaguely aware of Kate and Wendy slipping into bed beside me. The soft caress of my arm and gentle kiss of my shoulder were enough to let me know all was well and to go back to sleep. We snuggled together in the big bed and slept.
I woke on my back with Lissa snuggled against my right side. My left side was being shaken slightly by soft sobs from a tiger-striped head up against me and my arm was being gripped fiercely. I turned my head slightly and could see Kate spooned behind Wendy.
I extracted my arm from between our bodies and wrapped it around the shoulders of the crying girl. Kate snuggled up closer and laid her hand on my wrist, just making contact. Wendy buried her face in my chest and the sobs quieted slowly. We all drifted back to sleep.
I was vaguely aware that it was morning the next time I woke up. Lissa and I were in our frequent morning spoon and my hard cock was snug between her ass cheeks. I moved a little then remembered Wendy. I turned my head and Kate smiled at me. Wendy was no longer there.
“Go ahead, lover,” Kate said, reaching up to kiss me softly. I felt Lissa press herself back against me and responded by pushing my hips forward. Kate sat up a little so that she could continue to kiss me without my losing contact with Lissa.
My right arm was under Lissa’s neck and my hand cupped her breast. Lissa and I wake up in this position so often that it’s just natural for us, whether Melody and/or Kate are in bed with us or not. I let my left hand drift down across her smooth flat stomach into her hairless slit. She lifted her left leg to give me better access and I stroked some of her morning dew up across her clit. Lissa turned her head so she could kiss me and found Kate occupying my lips.
“Mmm. Me too,” Lissa moaned.
Kate rolled over the top of us while I kissed Lissa and then took up the task from the other side. Lissa’s hand slipped behind her to direct my shaft toward her opening, pausing a moment to rub it against her anus. She moaned, enjoying the stimulation, then slotted the head of my cock against her pussy and pushed against me.
I never get as deep in this position as I do in others, but it never fails to drive me crazy. I love the feeling of just that bit stroking into Lissa’s ‘little cunny,’ as she calls it when she’s really turned on, and her ass pressing against my stomach. As soon as Lissa had me inside, her hand disappeared to the front. I raised my hand and found Kate’s breast tight against Lissa’s. We all moved slowly together. Kate kissed Lissa then raised her lips to kiss me. Then Lissa turned her head and we joined in a sweet good morning kiss.
Some orgasms let you know they are coming and some sneak up on you. This one seemed to take all three of us by surprise.
We were too lethargic to get up. After the late night and the quiet lovemaking in the morning, we just lay there in bed. Lissa rolled toward me and I rolled over her to get between the two women. They liked me in the middle because they could both lie on top of me, at least partially. That’s the position we were in when Wendy walked in.
“May I bring you coffee now?” she asked softly. A glint of mischief in her eye told me she knew exactly what had been going on.
“Bring the coffee and come get in bed with us, Tiger,” Kate said. Wendy set the coffee on the table and slipped in behind Lissa. Lissa shifted off me and turned toward Wendy. She held her tightly.
“Did you sleep well, Tiger?” she asked.
“Yes, thank you,” Wendy said. “Thank you all. I get so lonely.”
“You can cuddle with us any time,” I said.
“Really?”
“You know if Tony said it, it’s true,” Kate said. Since Lissa had turned toward Wendy, Kate had inched her way further on top of me.
“Thank you. Thank you so much!” Wendy said. I managed to get my left arm around both Lissa and Wendy and pull them closer to me. “Melody won’t be mad, will she?”
“No,” Lissa said. “Melody will only be sad she wasn’t here with us.” I saw her kiss Wendy on the forehead. “Didn’t you say there was coffee?” Lissa asked as she started to leverage herself into a sitting position. “I don’t like it cold.”
“Here you are, Miss,” Wendy said as she rushed to get Lissa’s coffee.
“Wendy!” Kate snapped. “You aren’t a servant. These are friends.”
Wendy caught her breath. The next words were in a totally non-subservient voice.
“I hope I got your coffee right, Lissa. I almost forgot which was yours and which was Melody’s,” Wendy said. “Here, Tony. Yours is easy. Kate’s the difficult one.”
“Hey, I only drink one cup a day,” Kate complained. “I’ve seen Tony make it. It’s not that hard.”
“Of course not. I was teasing you,” Wendy giggled. She reached for the last cup on the table.
“Hey! How do you take your morning coffee, Tiger?” I asked. She giggled again.
“Same as you. Hot, strong, and black.”
“Mmm. Like Tonya,” I said. I glanced at Lissa and Kate to make sure I hadn’t said something inappropriate.
“Yeah,” Lissa said. “Too bad she’s off limits to you.”
“But she’s really giving Whitney something to think about,” I laughed. “Did you see the two of them practice their doubles warmup?”
“Geez, Tonya looked hot as a Pandoran Na’vi last night,” Kate said. “Did she have a costume on or just paint her body?”
“Um… it felt like fabric to me,” They all three looked at me. “Well, she hugged me before she left.”
We all broke up laughing with that. It was morning, more or less, and we were just four naked friends having coffee together in bed and laughing about the party last night.
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