Odalisque
Thirty-six
“IS THE COFFEE COLD?” I whispered in Lissa’s ear.
“You’re lucky I didn’t make it when Melody told me what was going on,” she said. She pulled my hand to her lips and kissed it, inhaling deeply. “Did you relieve her tension?” she asked, sniffing several times for a scent that wasn’t there.
“Yes, love,” I chuckled, “but I never got my fingers wet. Quite amazing, actually.”
“If she spreads the word, every girl here will want Tony’s magic fingers. I know I do.”
“Oh? What about poor Tony?” I whined. I was teasing and resting my head on Lissa’s shoulder as she made my espresso. She whipped around in my arms to face me.
“Tony? Oh my god! Tony, when’s the last time we made love?”
“Um… last week, New Year’s Day.”
“And with Kate?”
“Yeah. Same day.”
“And Melody?”
“Sunday morning, first one of the New Year.”
“And not one since!”
“Um… we’ve been busy. I’ve been busy, I guess.”
“And you just gave a beautiful orgasm to your friend and didn’t have one yourself, did you?
“It was awfully quiet. I don’t know if she enjoyed it all that much.”
“Oh, you poor baby!”
“Yeah. Like I should feel sorry for myself. My wives send a perfectly beautiful woman into my bedroom to undress for me. Poor Tony.”
“Tony, I want you to look at every guest and family member here tonight and then tell me which one you want. Even if it’s Amy, I’ll find a way to make her yours.”
“Um… how about Walt?” I laughed.
“If that’s what you want, baby, I’ll find a way.”
“And how about if what I want is already in my arms?”
“Can you wait for coffee for another fifteen minutes?”
I appreciated Lissa’s offer, but the reality was that we had guests and I’d been out of it for nearly two hours of our party already. I don’t know if I would have been up to it even if Amanda had tried something. She had just kissed me softly for a minute while I ran my hands all over her back and ass, and then she pulled her dress on and asked me to zip it.
I wandered downstairs with my coffee and started greeting guests. They were all getting into the swing of the party. We were playing Strauss waltzes interspersed with big band jazz and ballroom dance music. Melody had actually found a used The Best of Lawrence Welk CD at Silver Platters this week and added it to the mix.
There were some predictable combinations as I walked through the party and greeted people. Sandra and Walt were talking with Kate. Sonia and Amy were sitting in a rocking chair together. I looked around and found Thor dancing with June. What a contrast with the little Korean girl and the huge Scandinavian god. Melody and Bree were dancing with Justin and they were doing their best to confuse the poor guy. Amanda had found Whitney and Rio and they were collapsed on the daybed together, each with a plate of food and a soft drink. Lissa had come downstairs with me and the party was in full swing. I looked around, though, and couldn’t find Wendy. I started to say something to Lissa when a pair of hands covered my eyes from behind.
“Guess who!” she said.
“Grrr rawr rawr,” I answered. There was a quick pivot and the hands went behind my neck and Wendy pulled herself to me. We had a quick kiss and then she turned to kiss Lissa as well.
“I was worried when I didn’t see you out here,” I said.
“Kate was busy with everyone and I… I didn’t want to come out before you got here.” She pushed away from me and spun around so I could see her dress. It was great.
“Did Melody do that?” I asked.
“We were having fun with fabric at the studio while we worked on the new shipment,” Lissa said. “Melody said she could make tiger stripes for Wendy’s new dress. Pretty impressive, don’t you think?”
“Not only is it impressive, we should be selling these,” I said. “This is beautiful. Only you can’t sell our model. I’m keeping her.” I hugged Wendy. As I looked more closely at her dress, I realized it was cut with a full back and a collar that supported two strips of fabric attached at the waist. These provided the only covering there was for Wendy’s breasts. The back, on the other hand, was full, leaving the sides bare from armpit to waistband. They’d reversed the front and back!
Wendy stood up on tiptoes to whisper in my ear.
“Melody made tiger stripes in my hair, too,” Wendy said. I ran my hand over her head, which had no more than peach fuzz growing on it.
“Not that hair, silly,” Wendy laughed. Oh shit!
“For our purposes, Bacchanalia doesn’t quite mean drunken orgy,” I said as everyone laughed. I was getting them into their first pose. “And there are rules, too. Eventually, there will be a lot of models who don’t have any clothes on. There might even be a naked artist or two. But there is absolutely no touching without the touchee’s permission—even if you’re a couple—or triple—or quadruple. And while I want to capture a lot of flirtatiousness, we’re not talking anything X-rated. The only thing that will make it R-rated is the nudity. Got it?”
“You take the fun out of everything, Tony,” Whitney laughed.
“Can’t it be a little more R-rated?” Rio chimed in. “Like that ad with the guy’s hands covering the girl’s tits. What was that product?”
“I didn’t think you wanted them covered, Rio,” I laughed. “Tonight, we’re just going to try some positions anyway. I want some fully clothed sketches and reference photos. You all look so good in your formals and tuxes. It seems like a shame to lose them so soon.”
“I don’t get it,” Whitney said. “You’re going to paint nude pictures of us with all our clothes on?”
“Remember what Rio said at Halloween? The Rubens nudes looked like their clothes just fell off of them? That’s what we’re going to go for. I can’t have them just falling off if they aren’t on. There’s sixteen of us here? I hate to tell you, but it’s going to take a long time to get this right. And I can’t stay up all night. I’m going to have to get some sleep.”
“Shit. I’m gonna be up all night,” Justin said. “This room is full of the hottest girls I’ve ever met.”
“Oh, aren’t you sweet,” Bree and Melody chimed from either side of him. They both planted kisses on his cheeks.
It took a while, but I managed to get a composition that I liked, got everyone to hold the pose for twenty minutes, and took a couple of reference photos. I ripped through half a dozen sketches. Some of them were of the whole scene, and some were just of the tableaus that made up the scene. I still wasn’t satisfied with the flow from focal point to focal point, though. I knew that if Doc was looking at this scene, he’d see the flaw, but this was one I had to find the flaw in.
After I moved people into two more poses and did another dozen fast sketches, I told people to go ahead and party and enjoy. I was going cross-eyed. One of my sketches had a big black mark down the middle of it where I’d just let my hand drift down the paper as my eyes closed. I had to get some sleep or I was going to be shit tomorrow.
About two o’clock, we broke up for sleeping arrangements. We let Walt and Sandra have the guest room. Kate gave Thor, Amy, and Sonia her room and said she planned to spend the night in our bed. Wendy offered to share her bed with Bree and we put Justin in the boys’ room. That meant Amanda, Rio, Whitney, and June got the daybed and air mattress in the big room. I couldn’t find places for all sixteen of us.
I was asleep before my lovers got to bed.
I love waking up with my cock between Lissa’s nether cheeks seeking entrance to paradise. This morning I woke up to an uncommon pressure on my bladder and my cock already in a warm wet place. I was lying flat on my back and rather than open my eyes I decided to just lie there and see what I could identify with just my other senses.
Oh yes. It was definitely Lissa on top of me, facing away. It felt the same as when we are spooning. And those lips gently caressing mine—that probing tongue—were Melody’s. I rolled my left hand palm up and Melody immediately got the hint and positioned herself to ride it. That meant the tongue washing my balls and then stroking up Lissa’s slit making her moan would have to be Kate. I love waking up with my family in the morning.
I used my right hand to pet Melody’s short hair and stroke her side. I raised it to feel Lissa’s back as she arched toward me. I felt her buns against my gut and squeezed them with my hand. I wanted so much to have Kate close enough to touch, but the only—
My butt came up off the bed and nearly bucked Lissa off of me as I erupted. I felt Kate’s hand at our coupling. She’d moved to muffle Lissa’s moans with her mouth. I cupped Melody’s entire sex in my palm with a finger rubbing her sensitive spot inside and was rewarded with a gush of fluids and Melody’s muted hum against my chest. We collapsed together like candles melting in the sun.
“Me-ee?” Kate whimpered. I opened my eyes and saw that she was the only one who’d been left out of the group orgasm.
“Come here, Kitten,” I whispered. She crawled up the bed to me and I settled her on my mouth as I reached up and stroked her beautiful breasts.
“Oh-h,” she moaned. For all that she’d had no direct stimulation, she wasn’t far behind the other three of us and I drank as much of her as I could, savoring her sweet and tangy pussy. My hands were displaced on her breasts by Melody and Lissa moving in to nip and suckle them. I hung onto Kate’s waist to keep her from falling backward as she whined her orgasm. “Mmm. So much better,” she moaned as she joined our boneless heap stretched out on the bed.
“Coffee!” a bright voice said from the doorway. Wendy and Bree walked in carrying trays with the aroma of life emanating from them.
“How do you always manage to know the right time to come in?” I asked as they climbed on the bed with their trays to join us.
“I listen at the door,” Wendy said simply. We all looked at her like she’d just grown another head and then shifted our focus to Bree for confirmation. I raised an eyebrow.
“Don’t look at me. She taught me,” Bree laughed.
“So, you both just walk in while we’re in a coital afterglow. Should I be embarrassed?” I asked, laughing.
“Mmm, not yet,” Bree ventured. “Remember Wendy and I shared a bed with you four for a week in Nebraska—in your parents’ house, no less. But, if you don’t get up and out to the kitchen soon, you might have another ten people in here wanting to play.”
“Oh god,” Melody said. “We need a bigger bed.” She kissed Bree—a kiss that was soft and lingering. “Good morning, Red.”
“Morning,” she sighed.
Kate was similarly welcoming Wendy and our Tiger was curling up next to her like a happy cat.
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