Odalisque
Forty-one
I RAN UPSTAIRS to use the bathroom while the girls took their break, partly to avoid standing around naked with them when their hands had nothing better to do. The first bit of my sketching was painful enough as I waited for my erection to deflate. Once I got into actually drawing, it didn’t take long for me to forget about any sex play.
When I came out of the bathroom, I almost ran into Amy. She was still very naked, as I was, and I had to keep reminding myself that she’s gay. She made that hard to do when she closed the distance between us and kissed me with so much passion that my cock was soon poking up between us and she was grinding down on it.
“Ames. Ames!” I gasped as I managed to push away from her. “What’s going on?”
“I… I wanted you to know that I was… a willing participant and that you… weren’t forcing me into anything,” she panted.
“That certainly seemed willing. But tell me what’s really going on.”
“We talked before this,” Amy said. “I don’t mean just the three of us. We talked with Melody and Kate and Lissa. After the posing party where Rio kind of went wild, we thought we needed to set ground rules. I was put in charge of controlling things. I’ve got to tell you, though, that it’s just as hard to control me as Rio or Sonia.”
“So, you want to fool around with me,” I said. “Do I get any say?”
“That’s why I’m here, Tony. If you want me to rein things back, I will, but none of us want to. Rio is about to break her leash.”
“Yeah. She could take some sub lessons from Wendy,” I laughed.
“Rio isn’t a sub,” Amy said. “And Wendy isn’t into pain. Wendy accepted pain as something she had to put up with to be submissive. She gets incredibly anxious when she has to lead in anything. She’ll do it, but it’s hard for her. Rio, on the other hand, barely accepts being submissive as the price of having pain. Not a lot of pain, mind you. She’s not a full-blown masochist. But she gets off on having a guy bend her over his knee and spank her bare bottom. She likes her nipples squeezed tighter than would make me comfortable. But she doesn’t trust anyone enough to let go of her control. Push her any further than she wants to go and she’ll castrate you.”
“Great,” I muttered.
“That’s why I’ve got the leash, Tony. She desperately wants to get off on you spanking her, but I don’t really think she’s ready to fuck you. Can you live with that?”
“I can live without any of it, but if she trusts me for that, I’ll follow your lead. That still doesn’t explain you, Amy. You’re sexy as hell, but you don’t have to force yourself to let me touch you or kiss you. We’re friends. I don’t want to hurt you. And what about Sonia? She’s always been conservative around guys other than Thor.”
“Okay. I’m here to control Rio. We all agreed you aren’t likely to get super turned on by Rio’s kink. Sonia’s here to turn you and me on.”
“I know you are lesbian,” I said. “But I’ve gotta tell you, Ames, you turn me on just fine.”
“Actually, thanks. Really. Um… neither Sonia nor Thor know this yet, but I’m probably going to sleep with him.”
“Amy? You’re kidding, right?”
“I really love both of them, Tony,” she said plaintively. “It’s really hard not to give him anything he wants. But there’s something else. If I do decide to have sex with Thor, I’m coming to you first.”
“Hmm? Why?”
“To have sex with me. This is probably crazy, you know? But being with Sonia and Thor is pretty intense. What you experienced when she undressed you didn’t even begin to scratch the surface. I’m scared to lose control with them, no matter how much I love them. You’re my friend, Tony. I trust you to make it okay for me.”
What could I do? I hugged her. I wanted to cry on her shoulder, protect her, make sure nothing bad ever happened to her. She was right back on me, rubbing my stiffening cock again.
“Maybe I could get Melody to help us,” I said. Amy shoved me onto the bed and ground her pussy against my cock as she kissed me.
“Do that and we can do it tonight!”
I got everybody posed and sat at my easel. Now I understood what was driving everyone. I looked at the pose and at my reference photo. I walked up behind Rio and before she recognized that anything had changed, I bent and smacked her on the back of her left thigh.
“Bend that knee and up on your tip-toe like you were before,” I snapped. She gasped and her eyes flew wide open. Her leg was back in the correct position in an instant. “Don’t make me spank you,” I growled in her ear. She bit her lip and whimpered. I glanced at Amy and Sonia and they were both grinning at me.
I leaned down behind Sonia and saw her buttocks tense as if she was expecting that I might spank her, too, but I just pulled her dress back up over her heel like it was originally. Then I ran my hand up between her thighs.
“I think these were just a little wider apart,” I whispered to her. Her legs parted giving me a full sweep of her pussy from clit right into her wet hole. I brought my finger out and raised it to my lips and took a lick while I watched Amy’s hungry eyes. I held out my finger to her and she sucked it into her mouth. “Not quite as sweet as yours but pretty yummy, don’t you think?” I asked her.
“I’d eat her off of you any time,” Amy said. I went back to my drawing board and started filling in the details of the upper bodies. None of the fabric draping, bend of the legs, or spread of them made a bit of difference to me at this stage. It took me just over half an hour to finish the sketch, stopping once to smack Rio again when her attention wavered and she turned her head. I placed that one square on her right butt cheek and it so surprised her that it elicited a little yelp.
I’m not going to go into detail about what happened when I finished drawing. I’m still trying to sort it out in my head. Shit! I’d never do anything like that! Suffice it to say that I spanked Rio. It was what she wanted. Really. She came. I felt terrible.
But I still came.
Amy licked my come off Rio’s face, chest, neck, and everyplace else it spewed while Rio ate her out. Lots of screaming.
Sonia dove onto my wet, come-covered cock and sucked me clean until I left another deposit in her mouth, which she then fed to Rio.
When the ladies left, they dressed in clothes they’d brought with them, leaving their dresses in the exact piles where they’d fallen when we were painting.
“You might need those for another scene,” Amy quipped as she left, still tugging Rio behind her with the leash. I never did kiss Rio.
Before she left, Sonia stopped to give me another kiss. A very deep, arousing kiss.
“I’m a triple-play girl,” she whispered in my ear. “I could stick around if you want to go for the other two.”
“Uh… family… will be home soon. Thanks anyway.” Fuck Sonia? Pussy and ass? Holy shit!
Real people just don’t do this shit.
I guess I’m not in Kansas—er… Nebraska—anymore.
I was an automaton. I went to the kitchen and took food out of the refrigerator and ate it. I don’t know what it was. I drank a large bottle of water. I went into the bathroom and completely filled the tub and turned on the jets as high as I could get them. I threw up in the toilet before I got in the tub. So much for food. The thought of just drowning myself occurred to me.
I didn’t do anything that anyone didn’t want to do. I didn’t do anything my lovers hadn’t told me I could do. I didn’t do anything wrong. Why the hell did I feel so ashamed?
I had my ears underwater, blocking out everything. Only my nose and eyes were above water when Lissa walked into the bathroom. I could see understanding on her face.
“You’re not drowning, are you?” I shook my head. “Do you want some dinner?” I shook it again. “We’ll be in soon.” I nodded. She left.
I silenced the jets and drained the water, drying myself and brushing my teeth—then brushing them again. I crawled into the middle of the bed, curled up, and pulled the covers over my head.
“Too much?” Melody whispered as she cuddled against me. I just nodded my head. Lissa kissed my forehead and encouraged me to look up at her. It was hard to do, to meet those beautiful blue eyes with the black flecks in them. It made me want to cry.
“It’s our fault,” Lissa said. “We thought it would be a way for you to release the pressure without being concerned about us. You’ve been so stressed. I’m sorry, Tony.” I was shaking. It’s not like I was cold, but it was the same kind of shaking you get when you’ve got a really bad fever and even when you’re sweating, you’re freezing.
“Kate?” I whispered, looking around.
“I’m here, baby,” she said. She stood at the foot of the bed. She hadn’t undressed for bed yet but she crawled over the top of me and lay down on me over the covers. With my three lovers sandwiching me in, I stopped shaking so much. Kate’s weight on top of me helped.
“Amy said they talked it over with all of you. You said it was okay.”
“Amy was supposed to keep it under control,” Melody said. “I’ll talk to her.”
“No. She did her best, and we didn’t do anything people didn’t want to do. But it still made me feel like shit,” I said. “Kitten, it was just sex.”
“It’s never just sex, Tony,” Kate whispered to me. “Not with you. If it had been just sex, you wouldn’t feel so rotten.”
“Darling, at the party, you gave Amanda what she needed and she adores you. You did the same for Rio,” Lissa said. “I’m pretty sure it wasn’t just sex for her, either.”
“Lovers, everything I want in the world is in this room. Please don’t do that to me again.”
“We can’t always be everything you need, love,” Melody said, rocking me. “Unfortunately, we might not always guess right at what you need, either. But there are three women here right now, touching you, touching each other, who love you like no others.”
Kate pushed away and got off the bed.
“Kitten?”
“I was going to sleep downstairs tonight, but I changed my mind,” she said as her clothes dropped to the floor. “Make room for me?”
She crawled under the covers. Melody made room through the simple expedient of lying between my legs with her head on my chest. Kate scooted up against me on one side with Lissa held to me on the other side. My head began to clear. I had been so overwhelmed sensually that I couldn’t think straight. Now with the three most important people in the world lying next to me and touching me, my mind went to work filtering the images of this afternoon. Breathing was evening out into the patterns of sleep when I spoke, just above a breath.
“It’s going to make a hell of a painting.”
Classes were a blur and my team was really carrying me in Human Physiology. I hated feeling like I wasn’t contributing, but they understood the pressure I was under for the Board presentation coming up Wednesday night. As soon as I could get free, I rushed home to paint. Lissa wasn’t happy that I wasn’t practicing, but I had to miss a couple of days as I got things ready for my presentation.
What Doc told me Sunday morning had burned an image into my mind. I knew what I wanted to paint, but getting the damned perspective right was killing me. I had my headset plugged in and was screaming along with Maroon 5. Kate came out to look at my progress at about midnight. When I saw her, I unplugged.
“It’s almost there,” she said. “I don’t know how you can see things so big. It makes my brain hurt.”
“I’m at a point where I’m afraid I’ll make a mistake if I keep going tonight,” I said. “I have to keep backing up to here and getting on my knees to look at it in order to tell if the perspective is right.”
“At least when we paint the building, we’ll only have to look at a grid-block at a time.”
“That’s part of the problem. I have to have enough detail in each square inch of this board to translate to a foot,” I said. “And hero or not, nobody at school is cutting me any academic slack so that I can go paint. You know if I was full-time at PCAD, they’d let me out of all my classes to do this.”
“They’d base your entire grade on it,” Kate laughed. “And you’d ace it.”
“I’ve got to get to bed,” I said after a long luxurious kiss.
“Come ahead. Remember? Lissa and Melody kissed you goodnight a couple of hours ago. Just come on into my bed,” she said, looking into my eyes. “Let me hold you, love.”
There was already someone in Kate’s bed. I slipped between the covers and Wendy cuddled against me on one side with Kate on the other.
“Hey, Tiger,” I said softly.
“Hey, Tony. Keep me warm?”
“Do my best.”
I kissed the top of her head and we were all asleep in minutes.
Kate has later classes than Wendy’s and mine, so when my alarm rang, the two of us left Kate sleeping while we went to take a shower. I’d usually go upstairs and shower and dress, but Wendy took my hand and led me to the bath the girls shared. I find it amazing that I’m so comfortable in such intimate settings with Wendy, even though we aren’t lovers. That doesn’t mean we don’t fool around, but it doesn’t go beyond a well-placed finger or hand. We washed each other thoroughly.
“Was it hard?” Wendy asked.
“I’m hard, yes,” I answered. Wendy looked down and soaped up my cock and started stroking it.
“I mean, was it hard to be with Rio? To, you know…”
“Wendy, I know it was only play and that Rio really gets off on it, but… I hit her.” All of a sudden, my cock was forgotten and I was crying. “I hit her, Wendy. I saw her in class yesterday and I ran out as soon as class ended and came home. We’re supposed to meet today to study and how am I supposed to face her?”
Wendy hugged me. With all she’d been through, she must hate me for what I did to Rio, but she was still hugging me.
“Did you beat her, Tony? Did you take off your belt and hit her with the buckle? Did you kick her in the ribs and whip her breasts? Did you slap her face and punch her in the stomach?” I sank down in the shower on my knees, just listening to Wendy and knowing that she’d endured that and more. I shook my head back and forth. Wendy was on her knees in front of me. “You didn’t hurt her, Tony. You weren’t out of control. You gave her just what she wanted and nothing more.”
“But that’s no excuse for hitting her.”
“Maybe. That’s up to you.”
“What do you mean?”
“Find out how she feels about it and let her own her feelings. Separate them from your feelings. You have to know what you feel in order to cope with that apart from her,” Wendy said. “I do know some ways to give her the experience she wants without you ending up shamed, though, if you’d like to know them.”
“You do?”
“I’m not into pain, Tony, but it was so much a part of my sexual experience with my dad and with Rafe that I learned a lot.”
“You were so abused, Wendy,” I said. She turned off the water and we stepped out of the shower.
“Yes. But I’m not now. Not even when you tell me what to do.”
“What? I don’t… I try not to tell you what to do,” I said, astounded.
“That’s right, but giving commands is a part of everyday language. Even if you say please at the end, you give a command. ‘Pass the salt, please.’ It is a direct imperative. The difference between other people and me is that I hear it as an imperative and I want to obey you. Like the day school started. You calmly handed me clothing to put on and I put it on. You could have handed me anything in my room and I would have worn it. It’s what it means to be truly submissive. I will do anything you tell me to. I will do anything you ask me to. And you kindly hand me my choices and let me submit.”
“I don’t get it. You’d just do anything anyone asked you to?”
“No. I’d do anything you asked,” she said. “I’m getting counseling, but I’ve got a lot to work out. It will take a long time. Maybe years. But being with you and Kate makes it easier for me. I can ignore what other people might order me to do because I have the two of you. I trust you.”
“We don’t want you to serve us,” I said.
“Then don’t ask for service. But it’s what I want. I have so much difficulty making decisions sometimes. I get overwhelmed and can’t even move. It’s so frustrating. I just want you to help me.”
“Why us?”
“You are my hero.”
“That’s a lot to live up to,” I balked.
“But I trust you.” With that, she pressed her naked body against mine and kissed me so sweetly that I melted against her. “Tony, will you tell me what to wear today? Please?”
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