Odalisque
Twenty-four
“WHERE WERE YOU?”
“Huh? What?” I said into the phone. Kate pushed down onto me even though I’d automatically answered my stupid phone.
“We have a standing appointment on Friday mornings.”
“Oh shit. Clarice?” I yelped. Kate sat up on me, driving me the rest of the way into her. I gasped.
“Tony?”
“Oh. Sorry. You… uh… woke us up. We were so late with Jade last night that we slept in. I forgot all about our meeting.”
“Yes, I know. Don’t worry; I’m pulling your chain. I figured you’d just forgotten to tell me about a final exam or something. Until I got the pictures this afternoon. You’ve got to see this,” she said. “Can you hustle Kate around and have dinner with me tonight? You haven’t already eaten, have you?”
“Dinner? What time is it?” I looked at the clock. Six? Wow!
“Uh… no… we haven’t eaten yet. Where do you want to meet?”
“Come to Carmine’s at six-thirty. Can you get Kate here, too?”
“Yeah. She’s right here. We can make it.”
“Oh.” Shit. Clarice didn’t know our relationship.
“I’ll explain when we get there.”
Kate and I didn’t move immediately. She was working her hips back and forth, her breasts jiggling. I had to touch them. I tried to capture a nipple in my mouth, but Kate shifted into overdrive. She pumped up and down on me so fast I was over the edge before I knew it. Two more strokes and she whined out her own climax, falling on top of me.
“I could not have gone the evening without that!” she exclaimed.
We laughed and spun out of bed to shower the oil off our skin and make our hair behave. Nothing like a scalp massage with a little oil to do a great styling job on your hair. It looked great on Kate. We scrubbed and shampooed, dressed, and headed for Carmine’s.
Wendy was there to greet us with a chaste kiss and escort us straight to Clarice’s usual booth. There were already Cokes on the table for us and Wendy served appetizers.
“I ordered for you,” Clarice said. “I want to be out of here before the music starts. It gets too noisy. Now what’s going on here?”
“Clarice, Kate is our girlfriend. Our. She’s the girlfriend of Lissa and Melody and me. As it happens, Lissa and Melody are in Boston because of Melody’s dad’s death. I mentioned that to you. Kate’s been staying with me. Jade worked our asses off last night and we’ve been sleeping ever since. Okay?”
“You would think that after thirty years in this business I wouldn’t be surprised at anything anymore,” Clarice said. “Representing a new artist is a challenge. Representing one with an unusual home life adds a level of complication. Adding an affair with a fellow-artist on top of an unusual home life makes things more interesting by far. Don’t think it won’t come out. It didn’t take long for you and Melody and Lissa to become common knowledge. I’ll just have to figure out how to spin it.”
“It doesn’t have to be part of our promotion, does it?” Kate asked.
“No, dear, but after the show, people will start associating the two of you together. Bob Bowers started it. We just need to deal with it.”
Our salads arrived accompanied by a kiss on the cheek from Wendy for Kate and me. Clarice raised her eyebrows.
“Her too?” she sighed. We just laughed. “Well, speaking of the exhibition, take a look at this.”
She handed us a folder. Inside was an eight-page color catalog of our paintings with pictures of Kate and me in the studio. The cover was one of the pictures of me sketching Kate. The title above read, “The Art and Soul: Introducing the work of Tony Ames and Katarina Mirela.”
It was beautiful.
“Kate, I didn’t know you were using the name Katarina Mirela. It’s beautiful!” I said.
“You aren’t really very observant, Tony,” she giggled. “That’s how all my paintings are signed.”
Inside, were the pictures of our various works, titles, and a dollar sign followed by exes. Next to each picture was a short block of gibberish text. I pointed to it.
“What’s this?”
“This is the hard part, though you shouldn’t consider anything final yet. Jade was up even later than you last night. I don’t think she slept, as a matter of fact. The girl is as obsessive as you are. But that’s why I pay her what I do. After meeting you and working with you yesterday, Jade recommended that we have you write a few sentences describing your process and the work next to each picture. She’s brilliant. You have over the holiday to get it written.”
“Wow, thanks a lot. What are we supposed to write?”
We spent the rest of the meal discussing what we would be writing. When we could talk. Clarice had ordered a huge dish of cannelloni. I’d never had it before and it was impossible for me to talk while I was savoring this dish. Some of the tubes were covered in red sauce and some in white sauce. It was unbelievably delicious.
“This is why I ordered before you got here,” Clarice said. “It takes over an hour to prepare this dish in the kitchen. It’s one of my favorites.”
“Mine, too, now!” Kate beamed. “This is so good.”
“Well, don’t eat it every day if you want to keep that girlish figure. Just look at me.” We laughed. Clarice isn’t heavy as far as I can see. She might not have the figure of a twenty-year-old like Kate, but it ain’t bad for fifty. “By the way, Kate, about your contract…”
Kate visibly stiffened and I glanced at her. There was some communication between Clarice and Kate that I didn’t get.
“I just wanted to let you know that everything is fine. I went over the changes with your attorney and there is no problem as far as either of us can see,” Clarice concluded.
“You’ve got a contract?” I asked Kate. “What did it need?”
“Oh, just some things about my name and stuff,” Kate said. “And yes. I guess Clarice is now officially my agent.”
“Which would ordinarily call for a toast of fine champagne, but I’ve had Wendy get us a bottle of sparkling Catawba for dessert. We’ll save the champagne for when you are both over twenty-one,” she said.
Wendy poured our juice with the same flourish that she would normally use for a fine bottle of champagne.
“Come, come, dear,” Clarice said to Wendy. “It’s non-alcoholic so Carma won’t fire you for having a little toast. Pour yourself one.”
We raised our glasses.
“To a firestorm about to break on the art world,” Clarice intoned. “To Tony and Katarina!” We touched our glasses together and had a drink. It was really good.
“We need to get this for our next party,” Kate said. “Definitely have it at the opening.”
We talked to Melody and Lissa all the way home from the restaurant, Kate holding the phone while we both chattered on about the catalog.
“Only two days!” Melody squealed. “Less than forty-eight hours!”
“I can barely wait to see you, lover,” I exclaimed right back at her.
“You are both going to get so licked,” Lissa said, using Melody’s favorite line. “We’re thinking of renting a hotel room at the airport so we don’t have to drive back to Lexington.”
“Ooo, yes!” Kate said. “I miss you so much!”
“I hope you don’t mind that we’re practicing a little,” Melody said.
“You’ve probably been practicing with each other from the time Lissa got there,” I laughed.
“Yeah…” Melody drew it out. “There’s this other girl, though, that’s hanging around this weekend. She says she wants to come to the airport with us.”
“What? Who?” I asked.
“Hey, Pogo,” I heard.
“Dumpling? Are you seducing my girlfriends again?” I laughed.
“I’m not sure who’s the seducer and who’s the seducee,” Beth laughed. “The end result seems to be about the same, though.”
“How cool,” Kate said. “It will be nice to see you Sunday.”
“Well, it will just be at the airport,” Beth said. “I’m flying back to Nebraska Sunday afternoon about the time your flight is due in. Then I’ll see you all on Christmas.”
“You’d better be a good girl,” I said, “if you want Santa to bring these three girls on Christmas.”
“Oh, I already know what I’m getting for Christmas,” Beth said. “You’ll love it when you see it.”
At home, I looked at Kate hungrily. Our little quickie had been intense, but after spending most of the day naked and a good portion of it rubbing each other’s and Bree’s body we were more than ready to continue. We brushed our teeth and stripped for bed. I was standing out like a flagpole. Kate reached over and stroked me gently.
“Can you keep this ready while you give me another minute or two in the bathroom?” she asked. She bent over and kissed the tip of my cock. It gave a jerk in response.
“Sure, darling,” I said. “I’ll just be in bed waiting.”
She giggled and slapped my butt as I left the bathroom. She closed the door behind me. That wasn’t unheard of, but was unusual. All four of us had become so comfortable around each other that we seldom closed the bathroom door, but we all respected each other’s privacy, so never questioned it. I pulled back the covers and lay down. A couple of minutes later, Kate sashayed in with a look that just spelled mischief.
“Can you just lie still while I do the work for a while?” she asked. I nodded. Kate liked to be in control and I didn’t mind at all. Whatever she had in mind, I’d be the beneficiary. She crawled across the bed and perched over me, squatting over my erection. “I was ready for you all through dinner,” she continued. “I just want to go straight onto you without touching anything else.”
This was new. She lowered herself slowly, using her hips to align things without touching my cock with her hands. She sank down slowly. I lay there, as still as I could manage. I felt each slow millimeter as she moved down my shaft. I tried to distract myself so I wouldn’t thrust up into her and come. I could do it with just one move. Especially when she rotated, rubbing her clit on my pubes like that. Alizarin Crimson. Bismuth Yellow. Blue Black. Bright Red.
She pulled up, all the way off of me and I gasped as the comparably cold air hit my wet cock. She smiled at me and then grasped my cock, stroking it once. It seemed much slipperier than it should be, but I didn’t let that register until she lowered herself again.
“Kate! That’s not…”
“Shh, Tony. I want this,” she whispered.
I felt resistance against the head of my cock. Kate squinted a bit as she pushed down harder against me and I felt the tissue give way, part, and let the head of my cock slip into her asshole. She stopped and I saw her breasts heave with the deep breaths she was taking. It was so intense that I was sure I would come from just watching her breathe.
“You don’t have to go any farther, Kitten,” I squeaked. Then I felt her move down another fraction. Cadmium Green. Cadmium Lemon. Cadmium Orange. Cadmium Red.
“This is why I’ve been working with you not to move,” she whispered. “I want this so much, but I have to be in control. I need you to wait. Can you wait for me, Tony?”
My breathing was matching hers. It seemed like neither of us could get enough air in our lungs. “I’m trying,” I said.
“What are you thinking?” she asked as she slid a little further down my shaft and stopped.
“I’m reciting the Winsor-Newton color palette,” I said.
“Alphabetic or Spectral?”
“Alpha.”
“How far?”
“Chrome Green,” I gasped as she slid down farther.
“Hold out till Indigo,” she whispered. Oh God! Cobalt! How many Cobalts are there? Cobalt Blue. Cobalt Chromite. Cobalt Green.
“Copper,” I whispered as I felt the pressure from her bowels around my cock. It wasn’t just tight. This was an experience that couldn’t be summed up in a single descriptor like that. Kate was looking into my eyes as she continued to press down. Our breathing was in synch. I was willing to bet our hearts were beating the same rhythm. The intensity was overwhelming. I could see her lips moving with mine. “Gold Ochre. Green Gold,” I whispered.
“Indanthrene Blue. Indian Red. Indian Yellow,” she recited with me. I could feel her butt cheeks beginning to press against my thighs, but there was still more.
“Indigo!” we both screamed as she flattened down on me, driving me in the last centimeter. And that was it for both of us. Come shot out of my cock into her murky depths as she rocked back and howled her orgasm at the ceiling.
I watched her inhale as her whine escalated and felt the breath held in my lungs. My last thought was to raise my hands and break her fall so she wouldn’t smash her face against mine. Then everything went black.
“Tony? Baby? Are you okay?” The voice finally got through to me and I looked up into Kate’s hazel eyes.
“You got me,” I said. “I don’t think I’ve ever passed out during an orgasm.” I started to push myself up, but Kate put a hand in the middle of my chest and pushed me back.
“You’re still inside me,” she said softly. I felt her squeeze slightly. I certainly was, and it seemed I had only softened slightly. The tightness of her anus was holding me firmly inside. “I got a sudden rush of adrenalin just as I was falling forward. Thank you for catching me.”
“You’re okay?”
“Oh, god yes. Pulse your cock, Tony. You know, like you do sometimes?” I squeezed my cheeks and felt my cock expand slightly.
“Oh!”
“Why, Kate? Why did you want this? Didn’t it hurt?” It was great. Intense. It knocked me out. But why would she do this?
“You’ll laugh,” she said. “Actually, go ahead. I think that will make you move in me some more.”
I did chuckle and it did make my cock move and she caught her breath again. She squeezed back on me. I didn’t think I was coming out of her this time unless I pulled myself free. But why would I do that?
“I had a lot of issues when I was growing up. Reading science fiction. I thought one day I’d choose whether I’d be a boy or a girl. I kept trying them on in my mind and when my boobs started to develop and I got my first period, I realized I wasn’t really going to have a choice. But I always wondered what it would be like to be male,” Kate said. “Then I thought, ‘What if I was a gay man? Could I do that?’ I realized that I could find out. The past few weeks, I kept thinking about what it would be like. So, I wanted you to be able to lie still while I did the work. I wanted to know I could get away if it was too much.”
“It was amazing,” I said. Then my cock twitched. “It still is,” I laughed and my cock jumped a few times. “I don’t think I could take a steady diet of it. It was almost too intense. But I’m glad we did it.”
“I don’t want to do it every time,” Kate answered. “But maybe sometimes. I’d like it if you could stay inside me until you come again, though.” I began rocking my hips into her a little. I definitely wasn’t going anywhere. I could feel things beginning to stiffen up again.
“Why?”
“I want to feel you come. I was too caught up in my own sensations to feel what was happening with you. Oh god! You’re getting big. I’m going to be so stretched,” she whined.
“Are you sure you want this?” I asked.
“Yes.”
I pulled myself forward and we managed to roll over while I was still connected. If she hadn’t had such a tight grip on me, I know I would have slid out. As soon as Kate was on her back, she lifted her legs in the air, rolling her bottom forward.
Fuck! Between the amount of lube she’d put on my cock and her bottom, and the amount of come I’d already deposited there, the tightness was not uncomfortable. I slid smoothly in and out. In and out.
“I love you, Tony,” Kate whispered. “I want you to have all of me. And I want all of you.”
Kate received all I had to give.
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