Odalisque
Twenty-three
“YOU GUYS DIDN’T CALL last night and we couldn’t reach you!” Melody screamed into the phone. “Is everything okay?”
The call came in at seven in the morning and neither Kate nor I were awake yet. We didn’t get home until nearly one after the photo session and collapsed in bed as soon as we got there. I distinctly remembered sending a text message to Lissa and Melody, though. I didn’t want them to worry about us.
“Didn’t you get my text?” I asked. “It was late when we finished the shoot and I didn’t want to wake you. Our phones were on silent.”
“There’s no text and why would you turn your phone to silent?” Lissa demanded. I thumbed through my text messages. There was the message I wrote to them. Composed but not sent.
“Oh, crap,” I groaned. “I’m sorry. I didn’t hit send. It’s still sitting here. It was so intense yesterday. This photographer works like I do. She completely isolates things and doesn’t want any interruptions.”
“It’s true,” Kate said next to me. “The text is here on his phone. I’m so sorry, darlings.”
“We were worried,” Melody whimpered.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
“Yes. But we miss you. And last night… oh Tony! It’s so hard being split up with two of us on the East Coast and two on the West,” Lissa said. “When we can’t talk, we imagine all kinds of impossible things.”
Lissa sounded almost as stressed as she had been before she went East. It had been two weeks and was stressing all of us.
“I know, lover, I know. We’re so glad we’ll be there Sunday.”
“Jack says the boys are insane with excitement,” Lissa said.
“Can you imagine being a kindergarten or second grade teacher the last days before Christmas vacation?” Kate asked. We all laughed. We told Lissa and Melody all about the photo shoot.
“What shall we do today?” Kate asked. We were done with classes, done with exams, and done with the photo shoot. If it weren’t for the boys and my commitment Saturday, we’d just head for the airport now.
“I don’t know,” I said. “It could have something to do with lying in bed naked with my lover all day.”
“Mmm. That could be fun,” Kate said. “Wake me up when she gets here, okay?” She snuggled up and closed her eyes. A little extra sleep.
“Tony! Guess what?”
For the second time today, I was awakened by a phone call. When I glanced at the clock, though, I saw it was nearly eleven, so I couldn’t complain too vocally. Sleep. God it was great. Seemed like the past three months we got less sleep than a normal week. But then… what do I know about normal?
“Bree? Sorry! We were sleeping in.”
“Lazy bones. Guess what?”
“Okay. Um… there isn’t really a Santa Claus?” I ventured.
“Don’t say that around Christmas!” Bree exclaimed. “Especially since Santa just delivered my present.”
“You got a present?” Kate moaned. “Is Santa coming here, too?”
“Yes. Although he’s short, skinny, and has tits. Oh, and he’s a she.”
“I take it you’re on your way,” I said.
“Yes. In about half an hour. Get up and shower, but don’t bother dressing. Either of you.”
“Uh… Bree?”
“You’ll love it!”
She hung up and I looked at Kate. She raised her eyebrows at me.
“Have you made out with Bree yet?” she asked.
“Uh, no. We kissed a couple of times, but nothing serious.”
“Even after Melody got things started?”
“A crime needs means, motive, and opportunity,” I said. “There hasn’t been any of the latter.”
“I think that’s about to change,” she laughed, kissing me. “I think I might get to play, too!”
“Just remember the rules,” I said. “Nothing below the waist.”
“Sounds like me a few months ago,” Kate said. “Let’s get showered.”
“What do you think?” Bree asked. It was a really nice portable massage table that she’d just set up. She was covering it with a sheet. “It’s adjustable height. The table in the sports therapy room is a too high for me to work comfortably, so I keep kicking my stool around to stand on.”
“It looks good, Bree,” I said. I pushed down on the squishy surface. “And more comfortable than the one at the U, too.” In spite of Bree’s suggestion that we not dress, Kate and I had both put sweats on. Now we could see why she suggested nudity.
“I figure that you can each have a massage and the person I’m not working on can help me. You each get two-on-one.”
“I love it,” Kate said. “I’ve never had a professional massage. Let’s take a hot tub first.”
That was a good idea. I always had a soak before Bree worked on me at school. But if we all got in the tub, then Bree would be…
Kate had already stripped off her shirt and was running water in the tub. Bree glanced at me and pulled off her tank top, freeing those beautiful tits. She smiled and turned toward the bathroom, pulling down her warm-ups as she went.
Damn! She has a nice ass.
We behaved ourselves in the tub. Mostly. There was a little kissing and a few gropes here and there. When we got out, we didn’t dress.
“Let’s do Kate first,” Bree said.
“I like that idea,” I said. That earned me a kiss from Kate as she crawled up onto the table and I turned to find Bree’s waiting lips. It was a soft kiss and accompanied by a smile before she moved to the other side of the table.
“Technically I should drape you with a sheet and all,” Bree said.
“Don’t bother,” Kate said. “Just work your magic.” She buried her face in the cradle and Bree started at the top of her head to massage Kate’s scalp. I heard a deep sigh and I knew exactly how Kate felt.
I was kind of hard, just looking at Kate’s beautiful ass, temptingly rounded up from the table, and then looking up to see Bree’s small but perky tits staring right back at me. Bree told me to hold out my hands and poured enough oil into my palms to overflow and drip onto Kate. Then Bree placed her hands in mine to spread the oil between us.
From then on it was four-handed massage. I just watched what Bree did on one side of Kate and I did it on the other. We worked her shoulders arms and hands then started down her back. When we needed more oil, Bree poured it in my hands and then spread it to her own, usually while leaning across Kate for a kiss. We worked all the way down Kate’s back, butt, legs, and spent time on her feet and toes.
“Time for you to wake up and roll over, Sleeping Beauty,” Bree said. Kate moaned and did as she was told. She had little creases on her face from where it was pressed into the face cradle.
If seeing and touching Kate’s backside was awesome, having her lie on her back and passively await our touch was unbelievable. Gravity pulled her breasts slightly to the side, flattening them a little, but Kate doesn’t sag much. She’s a little bigger than Bree, but not like Lissa.
We worked on her face and eased the creases out of it, then down her neck, careful not to put too much pressure on her throat. Bree taught me some new moves around Kate’s breasts, including the proper way to check for lumps on a woman. I’d have never thought of that. Usually when I’m handling Kate’s breasts, I have other things in mind.
I realized something else. Oily hands gliding all over Kate’s naked body, might be the most sensual experience I can think of, but I was no longer erect. Bree and I had stopped kissing when we got more oil somewhere along the line and I recognized the feeling as similar to what I felt when I dropped into my zone while painting. I was touching my girlfriend’s breasts, torso, legs, but it was truly non-sexual—like seeing shadows and planes while I’m painting. At one point my hand brushed across Kate’s mons and she whimpered a little, but Bree whispered, “Sensual,” and we continued in the zone down the front and inside of Kate’s thighs.
“That was so wonderful,” Kate sighed as we finished. She held her arms out to us and pulled us both in for a hug and kiss. We lifted her to a sitting position and she leaned against me but didn’t let go of Bree. I noticed that Bree had moisture on her forehead and realized I’d been working up a bit of a sweat, too.
“I don’t know if I can get up,” Kate moaned.
“Walk in, wobble out,” Bree joked. “How about some water, Tony?”
I went to the kitchen and retrieved three bottles of water. When I returned, Kate had managed to stand and was sharing a deep kiss with Bree. I was struck by how much the two looked like Melody and Kate when they embraced. They didn’t pet with each other, but they pressed their bodies close together. When they parted, both sighed.
“I just kind of drifted away as you were touching me,” Kate said. “When you were stroking on my forehead, I could almost hear the voice of my mother saying ‘There, there, Lyubitshka.’ It was so comforting.”
“I’m discovering all kinds of things about massage and physical therapy that are mental,” Bree said. “I haven’t even started the official course. Everything I’ve done so far I got from how-to books.”
“I think you are going to be phenomenal as a massage therapist,” I said. “I look forward to my Fridays for your massage.”
“And for date-night,” Kate laughed. “You’re the best thing about his week until we get hold of him that evening.”
“Speaking of Friday massages, it’s time for yours, bud. Get up on the table,” she said.
I obeyed, putting my head down in the face cradle and just let the sensations carry me away.
“I discovered something,” Bree whispered. I was lying on my back as the two women worked their way down my body. I tensed momentarily as Bree found that spot on my gluteus medius that had sent me through the roof a couple of weeks ago. It wasn’t as tender this week, and something about having Kate mimicking the pressure on the other side lessened the intensity of the tenderness on both sides. “Watch.”
I felt the pressure on my pelvis as Bree started a gentle rocking motion and Kate responded in the opposite direction. Something about this move just sent an electric shock from the top of my head all the way down my spine to my toes. Every part of my body tingled. I could even feel it in my ears. That might explain why I didn’t feel what else was happening until I felt a breeze blow across my cock. I opened my eyes and realized that I was fully erect and pointing straight up between the two women. They kissed and then smiled at me.
Without touching anything inappropriately, but leaving me hard as a rock, the two began to work down the front and inside of my thighs and gradually my cock sank back against my stomach. That’s what had been happening the past couple of weeks. Bree gave me an erection without breaking Melody’s rules. She just worked that spot until I was hard then moved on. That was going to make it harder in the future.
I managed to struggle to a sitting position with the help of my ‘therapists’ and gave them each a big kiss. We sat and drank more water. I used the bathroom. I could see that Bree had really worked up a sweat over the past two-and-a-half hours. Kate glowed from a mixture of oil and sweat.
“You know, Kate,” I said. “I really like being Bree’s massage dummy? But it seems unfair to get such a great massage and she goes without. Don’t you think?” Kate nodded.
“I think she should take a turn on the table,” Kate said. “It probably won’t be as good as we got, but she won’t suffer.”
“That’s not very professional,” Bree said.
“I don’t think that three naked people massaging each other is professional once you get your license. But this is our bedroom.”
“Well, if you really want to, it’s beginning to look like that’s the only way I’m ever going to get Tony to touch my tits.” She giggled and we helped her up onto the table. Before she rolled over on her stomach, though, she sat up. “Remember,” she said in a near panic, “you can’t go below my waist. Melody’s rules. Please don’t break them.”
“You did our legs and butts,” I said.
“Not the same thing. I have permission for that. Melody told you before she left, remember? Nothing below my waist.” Bree was adamant, so even though I thought she was interpreting things a little more strictly than Melody intended, we agreed to stop at her waist.
Kate and I had a lot of fun playing massage therapist. We weren’t as professional in what we did as she was, even though we copied a lot of her moves. We worked down her back just to her hipbone and found exactly where Bree was a little ticklish. But we restrained ourselves from massaging her tight little ass. When she turned over, we punctuated the massage with little kisses over her forehead, eyes, and cheeks before we each gave her a long sensuous kiss.
We used exactly the same techniques around her breasts that she had used on Kate. I knew how incredible it felt to have four hands running circles around your abdomen. We pushed the limits a little and stopped just at the top of Bree’s mons and working outward to rock that gluteus medius that she liked to work on me so much.
We didn’t stop the massage, though. Bree had just complained that I hadn’t touched her breasts before we started, so Kate and I worked our way back up her chest and began a focused attack on her chest. It ended with Bree squirming under us as we pinched her nipples to hard points and lifted her to a sitting position so we could both kiss her at once. While we kissed, we kept playing with her breasts and nipples.
“Okay!” Bree almost shouted, pushing us away. “I can’t take any more. Please, stop!”
We did. Bree gasped for breath as she swung her legs over the table and grabbed for a bottle of water. After she had a big gulp she continued.
“It’s so intense when… when you are just lying there… helpless… being manipulated. I’m going to dream about that the entire time you are gone over break. Oh my god!”
I’d lost all consideration for the non-sexual aspects of the massage when we started attacking Bree’s tits and was standing up like a flagpole when I helped Bree off the table and hugged her. She moaned as she slid her oily body against mine fractionally.
“I could call Melody and get permission for a little more play time,” Kate said as she wrapped the two of us in a hug.
“Uh… no,” Bree said, extracting herself from our embrace. “It’s something I’m really enjoying looking forward to. Maybe the two of you should have a little alone time now. I’m going home to wait for my next cuddle tomorrow night. It’s our last night at Tent City together.”
We kissed Bree one more time at the door and then ran back to the bedroom. We had enough oil on our bodies to reduce the friction when Kate slid over the top of me. Her lips met mine and just the feeling of her mons pressing against my hard-on made me gasp.
She was getting in position to pull us together when my phone rang again.
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