Odalisque
Eighteen
TUESDAY MORNING, I woke up, as I often do, with my cock nestled snuggly between Lissa’s ass cheeks. As soon as she realized I was awake, she lifted a leg slightly and guided me into her. This time, however, she straightened her right leg and rolled toward me slightly, pulling me up on her. The net result was that I was bent over her left hip as I stroked in and out of her. I straddled her right leg and my lips had easy access to hers. The stimulation was intense for me and I could feel Lissa’s fingers still at work between her legs. She looked deeply into my eyes as we pushed ourselves together.
“I love you,” I whispered.
“Oh yes, darling.” A moment later, “I’m twenty-seven years old.”
“I know that, my love. What difference does age make?”
“But in three years I’ll be thirty.”
“Yes, and I’ll be twenty-three. I’ll have almost caught up with you.” We laughed. Then Lissa became serious again as she pressed against me more firmly. I was trying to hold back my orgasm—trying to find out what she wanted in order to push her over the edge with me.
“I know we aren’t ready yet, darling, but before… I turn thirty… oh!… I want you… to… put a baby in me.”
Holy shit! We’d talked about kids sometime in the future and whether Lissa would want any more. I thought she’d decided two were enough. Now she was telling me she wanted to be pregnant in three years. A baby with Lissa? Yeah! My balls contracted and I began pumping sperm into her over and over as she opened her mouth and gasped.
It was the second time since Opens that I didn’t make it to my anatomy class at seven-thirty.
I walked out of Doc’s 2D class holding Kate’s hand. As usual, we went to the cafeteria before I had to meet Rio to go over our final Critical Reading essays and then to the club for team practice. The quarter would end a week from Wednesday, but most of the team had agreed to stay through the weekend for the Holiday Tournament at a club in Mountlake Terrace. We were all determined to do better at this one than we had in Bellingham. I had half an hour with Kate before I had to leave campus and she had to go to her lab.
“How are you holding together?” she asked.
“I’m too busy to think right now, but Lissa is really lonely. We both miss Melody, but after five days with you, we miss you, too.”
“I miss you. I love you,” Kate said. “I want to be with you.”
“Then come and stay with us.”
“Um… not yet. Not quite. You’re really too busy?”
“I didn’t get home after my anatomy review last night until 9:30 and Lissa was already in bed. She’d been crying.”
“Can you handle team practice tonight without Lissa?” she asked.
“I guess I could. Why?”
“It might be time for a Kitty Kidnapping,” she grinned.
“You evil little kitten,” I laughed. “I think you might be right. I really want to paint something that I’ve been putting off.”
“Don’t expect her at practice then.”
“I love you, my kitten,” I said as I wrapped her in my arms. “You fill a hole in my soul.”
Kate looked at me like I’d just spoken in a foreign language. I was about to try to explain myself when she crushed her lips against mine. The kiss she gave me was more passionate and intense than any I could remember and I wondered what had come over her. It lit a fire in me and burned away any questions that clouded my thinking.
She jumped up, grabbed her portfolio, and rushed off to her lab without another word. It’s a good thing because I was seriously considering breaking several school rules.
“This is brilliant, Rio!” I said. We were reviewing each other’s final papers during our study session. “It’s way above our class. I love it.”
“Thank you, but you are supposed to be editing. Nothing is perfect. If I don’t see red marks on every page of that manuscript, I’m going to think you don’t care,” she answered. With that, I saw her mark yet another problem spot on my paper. I started over in my reading. Yeah. That was an awkward sentence. Homonym misspelling. I set my red pen to the paper. If she was going to quote me in her paper, she had to get the quote right.
After nearly two hours, we had to stop. I had to get to practice, especially if Lissa wasn’t showing up. I handed Rio her paper and she looked at the red ink I’d scribbled on each page with pride.
“It will be so much better after I make these corrections!” she said. “Thank you!” She launched herself at me and caught me by surprise when her lips met mine and her tongue slipped between them. This was my third heart-stoppingly incredible kiss of the day. “I knew you cared,” she said as she handed my paper back. “Have a great practice.”
Great practice? Hell, I’ll be lucky if I can even walk straight. What got into her?
“Okay, we’re going to play contact cutthroat,” I told the team. I’d explained that Lissa was called away and wouldn’t make it this evening. “Bree, that means you’ll have to fill in on the court so there are six of us. We’ll be rotating one player every ten minutes. This isn’t about the score; it’s about keeping contact and working with your partner.”
In normal cutthroat, it’s two players against the server. As the serve changes, the two defenders change as well. Only the server can score. Lissa and I came up with the variation as a training exercise. Whoever the two defenders were had to maintain contact with each other as they played the server. That meant that they had to learn to read each other. If the ball was coming to the right, they both had to move toward it or they’d lose contact and the server would get the point.
The first round it was Tonya, Franklin, and me on one court with Whitney, Brent, and Bree on the other. Ten minutes later, Tonya and Brent switched. It was cool and bizarre to play contact cutthroat with two other guys, both whom had learned to work with each other as a team. It was hard to get a serve past them.
Ten rounds are needed to work the possible combinations. Lissa and I had worked out a chart when we came up with the idea. It lets each player pair with each of the other players against each of the remaining players. It often means hot sweaty bodies falling over each other by the end of two hours. The last round, I was joined by Whitney and Bree. Both of these girls decided that contact needed to be a little closer than just stretching a hand out to their partner. It made no difference if they partnered with me or with each other, the touch was at the hip with at least one person’s arm around the other. When my timer rang again, we were falling over laughing.
I stepped into the studio at about nine that night. I knew Lissa and Kate were in each other’s arms. Melody and I talked just before practice and she would be asleep by now since it was midnight in Boston. I sent an “I love you” text to Kate and Lissa, but didn’t expect a response.
I pulled on one of my new paint smocks and went through my playlists trying to find something appropriate. I remembered music in the background and decided to just let Beethoven guide me, starting with the first symphony. I sketched out the painting at life size and started with my acrylics.
Seven hours and nine symphonies later, I stood staring at Ralph.
I closed my eyes and stepped back further to see if I had really captured what I wanted or if only I would be able to see it. I opened them. Yes. It was there. His flayed body was evident—layers of skin, muscle, and bone exposed. Looking at the piece up close, that’s what you could see. From a distance, the young man’s face rested in sweet repose.
I sat in the recliner I purchased Sunday, set an alarm, and went to sleep in companionable silence with the man’s spirit.
I got up about two hours later and headed for the athletic pavilion where I could grab a quick shower before class. We’d designated Amanda as our official presenter and she did a stellar job. Justin had done most of the slide preparation and Bree had written much of the script. Of course, I’d done the illustrations and everyone was suitably wowed by the result. Doctor Dennis’s praise was slightly muted, apparently in deference to the presentations that were still to come, but after class he congratulated us and collected our individual conclusions.
“You have set a high standard for yourselves,” Dennis said. “I assume you are all continuing with Human Physiology next term. I’ll expect work as good as this each time.”
“Sir?” Justin asked. The guy was smart as a whip, but quiet. I was surprised to hear his voice. “Can we keep the same team next term?”
“I should spread your talents to other students,” Dennis replied. “On the other hand, you seem to have a good dynamic that I’d hate to break up. Let me read your conclusions then I’ll decide on the composition of next term’s team. Don’t forget the final on Monday.”
With that he dismissed us.
“You really want to keep working with a couple of non-med students?” Bree asked as we left the classroom. Justin and Amanda looked at each other and nodded.
“We’ve got different talents,” Justin said. “I liked working with you.”
“We had an incredible amount of memorization to do,” Amanda continued. “I had already memorized the names of the muscles and bones before I ever got to this class. But this term, I felt like I learned something. On other teams, I always felt like I was the one who carried the team and the grade was based on what I did myself, so I did the work for everyone. You guys did work I couldn’t have done.”
“Well, it wasn’t always fun,” I said, “but I liked working with you and I think I learned something, too.”
“Speaking of fun, when’s that posing party going to be?” Amanda asked. She giggled in a very non-Amanda-like way. “After all, I did promise to get naked for you.” Bree looked at her with eyes wide open. “Come on. I’m not a complete stick in the mud,” Amanda laughed.
“Yeah, that image did keep me sane sometimes,” I joined her. “But the party is going to have to wait until after we get back from break.” I explained about Melody’s dad and how we were all a little tense and would be leaving for the holidays shortly.
“I’m so sorry,” Amanda said. “You really held it together this week. I’m sorry I came down on you so hard Monday.”
I shrugged it off and then went on to explain the concept that Whitney had suggested. The more I’d thought about it, the more I liked the idea. I wasn’t sure how my other models would respond, though.
“You’d do us for real, though, too, wouldn’t you?” Amanda asked. I looked at her. “Oh. That didn’t come out the way I intended.” She actually blushed. “I mean, you’d paint us the way we really are?”
“Yes,” I laughed. “I might not get it all done at one party, though. You might have to strip for me a few times.”
“As long as you keep doing art for our team, I guess I can make that sacrifice,” she said.
“Thanks, but that wasn’t really art,” I said. “It was just drawings.” I thought of the painting that I’d just completed. “You guys might be the only ones who understand the difference. I’d like to show it to you.”
“I’m free for an hour,” Justin said.
“Come on. I’ll take you to the studio.”
It was a quick trip. None of us had more than an hour before our next class, but when we walked into the studio my team took on a whole new attitude. I don’t think any of them, with the possible exception of Bree, understood what it was to have an art studio. I decided to have them start close to the painting.
When I uncovered it, they were all surprised at what a difference it made to see what I’d drawn painted in full color.
“Wow! I see what you mean about the difference,” Justin said. “This has much more impact. It could be in a textbook.”
“That’s not the difference,” I said. “Walk over there by the door and then turn around and look at the painting again.” They did.
“Oh my god!” Bree cried when she refocused on the painting.
“Fuck!” I think it was the first time I’d ever heard Amanda swear. All three of them just stared at the piece.
“What are you going to do with it?” Justin asked. I laughed.
“I’m going to put it in a crate and lock it in storage for the next fifty years,” I said.
“You’re kidding!”
“Actually, no, I’m not. You may be the only ones I show this to before I lock it up. I’ve talked to my agent and my painting professor and they both agree that showing something like this now could destroy my career,” I said. “Too bad. I really felt a connection with Ralph.”
“I understand now,” Amanda said. “I understand your conclusion paper. Thank you for showing us this.”
I turned away and right into Bree. She wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me a slow, meaningful kiss.
“Melody would give you a kiss if she knew about this,” Bree said. “Mine is to thank you for not showing her. It would be devastating.”
I nodded.
I told the team that I couldn’t study for the final tonight because I had to work on my Critical Reading paper. Little lie, but I just didn’t feel like I needed to spend more time on anatomy right now. I needed time with Lissa and I intended to make the best of it. I felt bad about palming her off on Kate last night so I could paint, but at the same time I knew that she needed to connect with Kate as much as she did with me. I was really worried that the death of Melody’s dad might be sending Lissa back in memories to the deaths of her own parents.
We met at the club at two and only worked out for an hour. I could tell Lissa’s heart wasn’t in it. I told her to grab her gear and head home. We were going to have a long leisurely hot tub and shower then I was taking her out for a quiet dinner.
“No study group tonight?” she asked.
“No. Term is almost over and we handed in our big project this morning. Which was great, by the way.”
“I knew it would be,” she answered.
“How was your night with Kate?”
“Thank you, Tony. I really didn’t want to be alone. Having Kate hijack me in front of the club was perfect. I always feel like such a teenager when I stay in her dorm room,” Lissa laughed. “Isn’t her roommate a little voyeur, though?”
“I hadn’t known she was watching until a couple of weeks ago,” I said. “She made quite a lot of noise when she came.”
“Oh well. Kate seems okay with it. She’s a lot bolder than we thought, isn’t she?”
“Up until she was with us, all she’d ever done was read about sex and love,” I said. I checked the temperature of the tub and stepped in, holding out my hand to Lissa. “I think she’s making up for lost time. It won’t be long before she’s instructing us.”
“She already is,” Lissa said. The comforting sound of the jets filled our ears as bubbles surrounded us. Lissa and I lay back facing each other with jets pounding on our backs and our heads held just above the water. The movement kept rocking our bodies into each other sensuously. We kissed and hugged. We nearly fell asleep.
I chose a place down by the water near Pike Place Market for dinner. It was a Wednesday night and they weren’t very crowded, but the last day of November they had a $30 special for a three-course meal. It might not have been polite, but we carried on a text conversation with Melody while we waited for our food to arrive. She was nearly asleep and said she wished she was with us. We had crab and artichoke dip for an appetizer, followed by halibut cheeks in cream sauce with an incredible herbed rice side. Even the asparagus was good. Dessert was chocolate mousse and coffee. We were sated, but also extremely tired when we got home.
I resisted the temptation to leer at Lissa and say, in my best Groucho Marx voice, “I didn’t wine you and dine you just for the halibut.” I just wanted to hold Lissa and whisper how much I loved her. For a long time, she just drew little circles on my back lightly touching me with her fingernails. When I felt the movement stop and her breathing deepen, I was content that she was relaxed and sleeping deeply. I stayed awake for a long time while she slept in my arms, continuing to whisper words of love into her dreams every so often.
The world would stop if anything happened to Lissa.
We awoke in a familiar position with me spooned against her. She threw her left leg back over me, opening herself to my questing fingers as we rocked back and forth together. We built slowly toward a climax as I touched her and she rhythmically pushed against me, sending me deeper and then shallower. I’d learned from Kate how to relax and let my lover set the pace, not feeling that I always needed to be thrusting. It was still intense, though, and our orgasms washed over us sending us immediately back into sleep.
I awoke again, not long after, still held in Lissa’s pussy with my hand on her mound. I felt her shoulders shaking and realized that Lissa was crying silently. I held her close to me and petted her hair, continuing to speak soft, soothing words in her ear.
“What is it love?” I asked. “Why are you sad?”
Lissa rolled toward me, pulling off of my cock as she did so. Tears were streaming down her cheeks. I kissed their salt away from her lips.
“She… my Little One… needs me, Tony. She’s all alone and sad and cold and… she needs me.”
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