Odalisque
Thirty-three
WHEN I SLID INTO BED, it was next to Kate. She turned toward me and started to say something, but I silenced her with a kiss that went on and on. While I kept my lips locked onto her, I hugged her to me with my left arm and let my right hand explore her body, stroking and caressing everything I could reach. I felt her tender breasts as if it was the first time. I cupped her ass in my hand and pulled her toward me, grinding my cock against her stomach. I pushed her to her back without breaking the kiss. Her legs opened to me and as I began to sink into her, I broke the kiss so I could look into her eyes. There was a look of wonder there—a look that I recognized as adoration. As I sank into her depths her mouth stretched into that glorious smile that I loved.
“I love you, Kitten,” I breathed as we began to move together. “I love you with every breath I take. I am so happy you have chosen to share my bed and my life. I love you.” She shuddered under me as her breath was sucked into a long whine, rising in pitch. I could see her eyes begin to roll back in her head, but I wanted her conscious. I pushed against her breasts with my palms forcing the breath back out and pinched her nipples. He eyes snapped open and the air escaped from her lips with a wordless exclamation that brought her focus back to my eyes. “Don’t ever forget,” I said as I continued to thrust into her and she built again. “I love you and will love you for the rest of our lives.” My orgasm erupted with a force that turned my words into a vow and we pulled our lips to each other muffling our cries of pleasure and release.
I felt Kate’s hands grip my back and hug me to her so fiercely that her body lifted off the bed as I supported my weight on my hands. She kissed me over and over again—lips, cheeks, nose, forehead, chin. When she loosened her grip enough to sink back into the bed, tears flooded her eyes, but she didn’t say a word.
“So beautiful,” I heard the whisper from next to me and for the first time became aware of Melody and Lissa next to us. We turned our faces toward our lovers to see them lying spooned together watching us. Both had tears streaking down their cheeks.
“Hey, Justin, this is Tony,” I said into the phone. “Are you back in town or still traveling?”
“I’m back, Tony. What’s up?”
“Well, we’ve got extended family with us for New Year’s Eve and they’re all really into drumming,” I said. “If you don’t have plans for tonight, I’d like to invite you over. You were really great on the congas.”
“Oh. Thanks. I’ve uh… It sounds like fun, but… I’ve got a date.”
“If you’ve already got plans, no big deal. Or you’re welcome to bring her… er… him?… along.”
“Her,” Justin said firmly. “Well, we weren’t going to do anything special, but just hang out. Mind if I give her a call and buzz you back?”
“Great. Let me know.”
“Oh, if you were wondering, Amanda’s back in town and called yesterday bitching about how no one’s back yet to hang with. I know she enjoyed the drumming and dancing before our final,” Justin said. Hmm. So, his date wasn’t with our study mate. Well, why not? I disconnected with Justin and dialed Amanda’s number.
“Hello.”
“Hey, Amanda. I just heard you were back in town,” I said. “I was thinking maybe you’d like to get together tonight and go over the first chapter for Dennis’s class on Tuesday. We could get a head start.” There was a long pause.
“Who is this?”
“Shit. I thought you had me on caller ID. I forgot I changed phones. This is Tony.”
“And you want to study on New Year’s Eve?”
“Not really,” I laughed. “But I’m glad you’re taking me seriously. We’ve got extended family over and they are all into drumming and dancing. I thought if you weren’t doing anything special tonight that you might want to come over and join us.”
“Oh. Really?”
“Yeah. I’m going to check with Justin and Bree, too. We had a good time the last time we tried it,” I said.
“It sounds like fun, Tony. You really don’t mind if I come over?”
“Amanda, I wouldn’t invite you if I didn’t want you to come.”
“Okay. What time?”
Justin rang me back right after I hung up with Amanda to tell me he and his date would be here at eight o’clock. I decided I’d better call Bree and make sure no one was left out.
“Hi, Tony,” she said when she answered the phone.
“At least my name comes up on caller ID when I call you. How are you doing?”
“Vegging. Last chance before classes start.”
“Want to come join us for New Year’s Eve? We’re going to drum and I called Justin and Amanda to see if they’d like to join us. Kate’s family is crazy into drumming and dancing.”
“Oh. Thanks. It’s nice to know I’m invited, too. Sounds like it will be more fun than sitting on the sofa watching the ball drop over and over again. Dad’s set top box is set up so he can get local games in all time zones. Of course, he’s got a faculty party tonight.”
“Um… Bree? Does that mean yes?”
“Yes, you doofus. I’ll see you at eight.”
I hung up. Did I tell her what time?
With three extra people, we had sixteen in the house snacking on everything we could get at Costco on Saturday afternoon. We had soft drinks, Pub Mix, popcorn, nuts, chips—even one of those huge shrimp platters. We didn’t have dinner, just started snacking at about three in the afternoon.
Oh yeah. Just three extras. Justin’s date? Bree. Now that was interesting.
“Um… Amanda,” I said when I’d maneuvered her into the kitchen with me. “I thought you and Justin were like, seeing each other.”
“Me? With Justin?” she looked appalled. “I’d never date a med student. They’re nuts.”
“You’re a med student.”
“Ye-ah.” She looked at me as if it was obvious. We both snorted and she gave me a quick hug. I felt her softness pressing against my chest.
“Mmm. Free-boobin’ tonight, huh?”
“I figured I’d start the year right. Never know when they might be needed,” she laughed. She gave me a gentle shove away from her, picked up the tray of vegetables, and took it downstairs.
Aside from all the props I’d moved into one corner yesterday, there was really no furniture downstairs, though Lissa had purchased half a dozen fake oriental rugs at Ikea over the summer to cover the floor. We had our eight folding chairs and the dining room chairs down there so people had room to sit. There was quite a selection of drums scattered around the room, including Ken and Oke’s big drum. I thought they’d sent me a huge drum, but theirs was easily half again as big around as mine. Oke brought his strange guitar, too. Willow had the tabla and I asked him to show me how he manipulated the sound. Those drums are seriously cool. Bree sat with a set of bongos next to Justin and Amanda sat next to Grandpa Ken with an Irish bodhran. Kate, Gypsy, Sunday, and Rainbow had all disappeared into the teens’ room. Wendy settled down next to me and picked up a tambourine.
Finally, Ken started things off by hitting his drum solidly one time. He looked over to me and I answered with a single beat. Both drums were deep, but Ken’s rattled the rafters. He started a slow steady rhythm. I joined in, hitting the off-beats. Oke brought his two mallets to play on the big drum with his dad and the noise kept getting deeper. I was glad we’d put earplugs in the boys’ ears and was kind of wishing I’d done the same thing. Drew had put his drum down and had his head wedged beneath Lissa’s arm. He looked happy, though.
We’d been building up steam for about fifteen minutes when I heard the finger cymbals. I watched Ken and saw him change up the rhythm. We took three long loud strokes and everything went silent except the cymbals. Gypsy came spinning into the room with her fingers creating the rhythm. Kate, Sunday, and Rainbow were right behind. They did a complete circuit around the room and stopped. Kate faced me, Gypsy faced Oke, Rainbow faced Willow, and Sunday surprised me by facing Justin. All four women leaned forward and kissed the men. Bree nudged Justin and giggled. As soon as the women moved back from the kiss, Ken started the rhythms again, though I noted that he muffled the drum a little and followed suit.
And the dancing began in earnest.
What a New Year’s Eve! The women danced, periodically drawing one of the others up to dance with them. Oke’s guitar came out and he played some unbelievable finger work while most of the drums fell silent. I got my next surprise of the night when the drums had started up and a piercing flute rode over the top of them. Amanda was pretty amazing on the instrument and improvised with the drums. The rest of the evening was punctuated by the guitar and flute making their appearances and by sudden twangs as Willow cut loose on the tabla.
I left my drum to spend several minutes in Kate’s arms as we danced around the room, sometimes inside the circle and sometimes outside. Bree had drawn Justin up to dance as well and I noticed Amanda experimentally handling the mallets for my drum which soon joined the melee again. Kate hugged me tightly and spoke in my ear.
“I have never been so consumed by passion—so possessed—as I was last night,” she said. “Tony, my darling, never doubt my love for you. You are the center of my world.” I held her and our dance included a long, luxurious kiss as she spun me back into the room and pulled Lissa out of her chair. The boys were both dancing wildly and I wondered how long they were going to last. Before I could return to my drum, Melody was in my arms and we danced together, just letting our feet keep rhythm while we looked into each other’s eyes.
“My darling,” she said to me. “You overflowed last night. There was so much love in the room that Lissa and I left marks where we gripped each other. I’m so happy you can give yourself so completely to each of us.” I looked at her.
“You didn’t feel—left out?” I asked.
“I’ve been on the receiving end of your intensity, lover. You have me forever and I think you cemented Kate into our relationship last night. It was the first time she was ever really not the one in control. You overwhelmed us all. I love you.” The remainder of what she had to tell me she did with her lips pressed against mine.
I thought I’d take a spin with Lissa, but it was Sunday who came into my arms. We hadn’t had much time together since they arrived. The teens were all over Kate at every opportunity, but Sunday was the most convivial, easily joining in any conversation. It was nice to take the tall, thin girl in my arms and discover the differences in her dance moves compared to her sister’s.
“You make my sister so happy,” Sunday said. “You all do. Look at her with Lissa. I’ve never seen two people so in love. Unless she’s with Melody or with you or with Wendy. It’s what we all want. It’s so hard when we’re so isolated.”
“You’ve got a unique relationship, Sunday. We can all see how close you are with both of them,” I said.
“Are you… okay with us?”
“Are you happy together?”
“Oh god, yes.”
“Then why wouldn’t we be okay with you?”
“You really are everything Katarina says,” Sunday said. She planted a kiss on my lips that was just a little more than sisterly, giggled and then spun away to join Rainbow and Willow. Wendy was in my arms when I turned around.
We danced slowly as Oke picked up a mournful melody on the guitar punctuated by his son on the tabla. As they played, they were joined by a soulful counterpoint on the flute. Wendy didn’t say anything. She just clung to me and let me lead her around the circle. As the drums flared up again, she raised her lips and kissed me tenderly.
“Thank you, Tony. Thank you.”
Wendy turned to her left while I still held her and quickly pecked Bree on the lips.
“Grrr rawr rawr,” she said, smoothing her tiger striped scarf on her head. Then she was gone and Bree was in my arms.
We ignored the increased tempo of the drums and just moved slowly together. I raised my hand and ran my fingers through her short-cropped hair.
“You know, I don’t think I’ve told you how much I like your hair short like this,” I said. I noticed that Justin had moved to my big drum and was matching Ken stroke for stroke.
“Thank you,” she said. “I was afraid you might be mad at me for leading Melody and Kate into cutting theirs.”
“I’m not mad at you, Bree. Not even for the whole picture fiasco. It worked out.”
“I’m sorry Tony. When Eric showed me the picture he had, I just had to send him the updated version.”
“Oh, I didn’t mean that picture fiasco. I meant the one in Tempe.”
“Oh you,” she laughed. “Thank you for being my friend, even when I haven’t been friendly this year. Or when I’ve been too friendly. You’ve taught me a lot.”
“I’ve learned a lot, too.” Bree raised her lips to me and we kissed long and deep. She looked up into my eyes and smiled then slipped away. I was alone in the middle of the floor for all of a second before Lissa wrapped her arms around me and pressed her lips to me.
“Oh, my darling lover,” she said. “Look at our babies.”
I looked in the direction Lissa was looking and saw Damon and Drew curled up with each other on a pile of pillows with a blanket over them. Even with the drumming and music, they were sacked out sound asleep. I kissed Lissa again.
“Just think, darling,” I said. “Someday our little girl will be sacked out with them.”
“I love you, Tony. Last night, while I watched you and Kate, I relived every moment that I’ve felt like the center of your universe.”
“Must not have been many,” I laughed.
“I had them on fast forward,” she giggled. “Less than a year. And look at us. So perfect in every way.” We kissed and danced together with our lips touching and sliding across each other. “You have another guest, love. Don’t forget her.” Lissa released me and I walked over to where Amanda was. She still held her flute.
“Dance?” I asked. She put the instrument in its case and joined me. I was used to girls with no bras being pressed up against me, but there was something especially naughty about feeling Amanda’s breasts pressed into my chest. “I didn’t know you played the flute.”
“Twelve years. I played in band, orchestra, and jazz ensemble. If I wasn’t going to be a doctor, I’d be a musician. I haven’t had that many opportunities to play lately and this was really fun,” she said.
“I’m glad you agreed to join us tonight.”
“It’s been wild. Kate’s family is really great. I swear her grandfather’s been hitting on me, though.”
“I think he does that with everyone,” I laughed. “Feel free to hit back if you want.”
“He is kind of cute for an old guy.” We danced a few minutes. “About the kiss…”
“What kiss?”
“The one that all your dance partners give you,” she said.
“It’s not required,” I laughed.
“I was just going to ask if it was permitted. Um… with me.” I smiled and bent my head slightly to capture her lips and then let her lead to the depth she wanted to go. Her lips parted and her tongue touched mine tentatively and then with more commitment. She smiled at me. “You know, the next time I’m keeping you warm in a chair, I might not be so adamant about keeping your hand locked under my arm.” She did that little shift that I’ve noticed girls sometimes do that rubs their nipples across a guy’s chest.
“You can take my pulse like that any time, Doctor,” I said.
Justin was still on my drum and making it sound a million times better than I ever did so I headed over to the unused congas. Gypsy spun into my path.
“What? No dance for Mama Gypsy?” she asked.
“Mama, there will always be a dance for you,” I laughed, taking her in my arms. The women in a family may all be different, but there is something that tells you they are all related when you take them in your arms. Gypsy was bolder in her dance-steps than Sunday or Kate, but she managed to drag me along with her in perfect rhythm.
“You should just be thankful there are only four queens in a deck,” Gypsy laughed.
“Hmm. Maybe I should play with a double deck,” I laughed.
“No wonder they all love you,” Gypsy said.
I noted that only the big drum was pulsing now, a smooth even beat. It was like Ken was timing something. Gypsy kissed me politely on the lips and went to sit beside Oke. Everyone else had moved to the middle of the floor and I found myself surrounded.
“Ready!” Ken called.
“Ready!” we answered. There were three more beats, then...
“Ten! Nine! Eight!”
“Seven! Six! Five!” we joined in.
“Four! Three! Two! One!”
My girlfriends had maneuvered themselves closest to me and the four of us were so intent on our kiss that we actually lost our balance and fell on the floor in a pile. Lissa and Melody rolled together and Kate was joined by Wendy on top of me as we kissed. The two of them rolled aside and Melody came back to me with Bree and the three of us shared a kiss that almost became X-rated as I found my hands creeping up their fronts. When they rolled away, I was surprised again as Lissa dragged Amanda with her for a New Year’s kiss that had me poking at both of them.
“Wow! That was a new experience,” Amanda said. She looked at Lissa and leaned in for another kiss with her. “Wow!” We struggled to sort ourselves out.
I caught Melody and Bree double-teaming Justin for a moment before my eye tracked to the teens. They were making no secret of their love for each other as they kissed together and in pairs. Willow’s hands were both beneath the shirts of Sunday and Rainbow and the three were in their own world. I looked past them then. While a little more restrained, I saw Gypsy give her father-in-law a deep kiss as well before turning again to her husband.
We each had a glass of champagne or Catawba juice and eventually the party broke up. Ken was the first to make his way back to his bedroom. The teens never came upstairs, but went directly into their room. We said goodnight to Bree, Justin, and Amanda and encouraged them to drive carefully. Oke and Gypsy headed for the camper.
We started the shower and there was a parade in and out. With five of us, there was no way we were all going to fit in the shower at the same time. I started thinking about whether we could enlarge the already huge bathroom. Five? I realized that Wendy was slipping in and out of the shower with the rest of us and when we’d finally all emerged and started drying off, she slipped into the big bed with us. Somehow, we managed to work out an arrangement that gave us all a little room. Melody was lying on top of me with her head on my chest and my cock pretty much between her boobs. Lissa was on the bottom of a Kitten and Tiger pile. It really didn’t take long to fall asleep.
Happy New Year!
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