Odalisque
Forty-four
I WOKE UP SECONDS BEFORE I CAME.
I’d been dreaming and it was a luscious erotic dream that I couldn’t capture a single image from—probably the result of the fellatio I was receiving from Melody. How late had I slept that Melody was awake before me? I touched Melody’s head to let her know I was fully conscious. She looked up and smiled at me.
“Good morning, lover,” she said. “Did you sleep well?”
“I slept well and woke up even better,” I said pulling her to me for a long lovely kiss. I didn’t let go of her, but held her and kept kissing.
“Happy anniversary, my darling,” Melody whispered in my ear.
“Anniversary? This is Valentine’s Day,” I said. I kept petting and kissing her, exploring my first love. First love. “Oh my God!”
“You were totally clueless, weren’t you?” Melody laughed.
“I had no idea what the date was. I don’t mean today… well yes, I do mean today. I’m still not sure what the date is. I didn’t know when it was then. I mean…”
“Just a year ago today, you took my precious cherry and don’t even remember it,” she pouted.
“I do remember it. I remember it like it was yesterday. I just didn’t remember what date it was,” I frantically explained. “I’m so sorry, Melody. I didn’t mean…” She kissed me.
“I’m not very sentimental about things,” she said. “I forgot until Lissa reminded me last night. It was actually yesterday, the eleventh. February was eventful. Two weeks later, we made love with Lissa.”
“Did we do anything special for Valentine’s Day last year? I don’t even remember it.”
“Valentine’s Day was pretty anti-climactic after the weekend. Professor McIntyre refused to accept our concept sketches of each other for our final project and we were ‘forced’ to paint Lissa. I snuck you into my dorm room, but I was too sore to do anything.”
“So much has happened,” I said. “So overwhelming.”
“Well, today is about total relaxation. We’re having a spa day. No more stress and worry. Let’s take a shower and start our day together. I might even let you sketch me sometime today,” she said.
“Wouldn’t you like me to make love to you first? You gave me a wonderful orgasm this morning and I’d like to return the favor.”
“Later. I’m saving myself,” she said. “I think I’ll get plenty.”
When we got out of the shower, we discovered two luxurious bathrobes laid on the bed and fresh coffee just the way we liked it.
“Mmm. I detect the hand of my little angel at work here,” I said.
“I thought she was your Tiger. She’s your angel?” Melody laughed.
“Oh, she’s always been an angel when she brings us coffee in the morning,” I laughed.
“Well, she’ll be an archangel today, then. I recruited her.”
“You didn’t give her any orders, did you?” I asked.
“No. I offered to pay her to get some things ready for us. She agreed,” Melody laughed. “Tony, I think that you are the only person who can give her orders now. I don’t want to test it, but I’m pretty sure.”
Melody led me straight to the dining room. Wendy brought fresh coffee to us and five minutes later served delectable goat cheese omelets.
“Man! Can she cook?” I asked as I savored the food.
“She sure can,” Melody answered. “Better tell her.”
“Wendy!”
“Yes sir?” she answered from the kitchen door. She looked like she was afraid something was wrong.
“Come here, Tiger,” I said. She approached me. I put my arm around her waist. “Have I told you how much I like your cooking? Every time you do something, I’m just amazed. This is so good.” I pulled her face down and kissed her. She pulled back.
“Thank you, but this is Melody’s day,” she said.
“And Melody wants to thank you, too,” Mel said motioning toward Wendy. She kissed our Tiger soundly. “I’ve wanted to tell you for a long time that I’m glad you are a part of our household, Tiger. It’s getting almost time to dye your stripes upstairs again.” Wendy smiled and thanked Melody before retreating to the kitchen.
“What is next on our agenda, first love of my life?” I asked.
“Mmm. We have barbering next, I think.”
“Are we going to the mall?” I asked. The doorbell rang. I could hear Wendy’s voice answering the door.
“No. I got them to come here instead. Did you know that Donna who cuts your hair is also a fully licensed beautician in addition to being a barber? They are going to do a little trimming, shaving, and waxing for us,” Melody said.
“Waxing? Are you going to have Donna wax you?” I asked.
“It was either that or have Howard shave me, and Donna won by telling me she had a special lotion she uses after waxing and she takes a long time to apply it,” Melody smiled. Holy crap!
“So how many of you really live here?” Howard asked as he wrapped a steaming towel around my face. “And are you really the wife? How old are you kids? You don’t look like you’re out of grade school yet, I swear. Donna, how old do you think they are?”
“Howard, shut up. You’re embarrassing them,” Donna said.
“It’s okay,” Melody said. She was facing away from us and Donna was applying hot wax to her pussy. “We’re an unusual grouping. Lissa and I share the big bed with Tony and we consider ourselves all married together. There has never been a legal ceremony, though, so it’s just among ourselves. We have a formal partnership so that we can own property together and our businesses and take care of the kids.”
“Those boys,” Donna said. “Even their dad talks about Tony.”
“We all love Damon and Drew,” I said. “They are like the cement that holds the family together.”
“What about the one with the purple hair?” Howard asked. He started lathering my face so I spoke quickly.
“Kate is our girlfriend. I mean Melody’s, Lissa’s, and mine. We all love her to pieces, but she doesn’t want to settle down yet, exactly. She rents a room here,” I said. Howard began scraping whiskers off of me and I heard Melody give a little yip as the first strip of wax came off.
“How about the little butch girl that answered the door?” Donna asked, finally getting into the swing of things.
“She’s not butch, Donna,” Melody said. “She was in a fire and lost a lot of her hair. She had her head shaved.”
“Shit! Is that the girl you saved from the fire?” Howard asked. “We heard that story on the news and were all taking bets on whether or not it was you. Just the kind of thing we’d expect of you.”
“That’s her,” Melody said. I couldn’t talk while the razor was at my throat. “Wendy is Kate’s girlfriend and Tony’s… uh… special friend, but we all love her. She rents a room here, too.” I’d never heard her referred to in those terms before.
“Is that everyone?”
“Yes,” I said.
“Well, everyone official,” Melody said. I groaned. “There’s my girlfriend and a few others we play with.” Wait! Melody has a girlfriend?
“What?”
“Shh, lover. You don’t want to get nicked.” I shut up.
Melody really enjoyed the lotion that Donna applied. Or she enjoyed Donna applying it. In any case, Donna and Howard left in time for us to have another snack while we waited for the manicurists.
When the bell rang, Rio and June were led to the lower level ‘salon’ that had been fixed for our use today. What a surprise.
“Um… we’re not doing any posing today,” I said as I was led to a chair. Both girls were stark naked.
“This kind of thing gets so messy,” Rio said. “It’s much more comfortable to work this way. Ask Whitney.”
“What?”
“Who do you think does her gloriously perfect nails and keeps them repaired when you break them up on the court?” Rio asked.
“And June became a licensed manicurist to help pay her way through school,” Melody said. “Isn’t that cool? We’re paying them standard rate. I didn’t exactly request naked girls, though.”
“We thought we would help you keep it up,” June giggled. She’d really come out of her prim and proper Asian persona. Her posing session with Amanda and Whitney had been a little less dramatic than the one with Amy, Sonia, and Rio. But she was certainly nice to look at and I was having no trouble keeping it up.
More food—the last before Wendy had to go to work. Sandwiches, soup, and my favorite cocktail all served to us on linen cloths and our best tableware. There had been neither opportunity nor desire to dress. Sitting at the table, though, I kept glancing at Melody’s robe. It seemed to get looser and looser. I couldn’t keep my eyes off the gap when she shifted.
What’s with that, anyway? I sleep naked with Melody almost every night. If I even whispered that I wanted her naked, she’d drop all her clothes even in public. She loves being naked. Yet, I glance over at her and see her robe gapping open a little and I just get hard from hoping that she shifts a little more so I can see her nipple through the gap. I get so tongue-tied from watching her tits teasing me.
“I have an idea,” she said, leaning over toward me. Oh god! Heaven! I could see all the way down her robe. She is so damned beautiful! “Let’s take our Catawba to the hot tub and then you can undress me so you can see what you’re looking at without the robe in the way.”
We fooled around in the hot tub. Kissing. Fondling. Probing. Never quite getting each other off as the jets tossed us around in the water. When we were dry, we went into the bedroom. I was planning to toss Melody on the bed and have my way with her, but the first thing I saw was Bree. Naked. Standing in front of her massage table. Big smile.
But she wasn’t looking at me. Melody rushed to her and kissed her deeply and passionately. Then they turned to look at me, looking more like twins every day.
“Tony, you know my girlfriend, Bree, don’t you?” Melody asked sweetly. “She’s going to help me help you relax. Come over to the massage table, honey.” That voice could cause sailors to shipwreck. I lay on my stomach to receive a world-class massage from Bree and Melody.
I’m afraid there was no opportunity for Bree to show Melody her special technique of giving me an erection by working on my pelvis. When I turned over, I was already hard as a rock. And while massage is usually a relaxing experience, they were doing things that I’m pretty sure weren’t in the licensed therapist manual. I had to keep my eyes open just to watch these two naked beauties. Occasionally, their hands would leave me and be all over each other. Their finale—or mine—was a four-handed hand job. They both stroked down my cock with their oily hands in a rhythm that allowed a hand from one girl to follow the other. They never stroked back up my cock, so it was like thrusting endlessly inward. It didn’t take long for a fountain to spout into the air.
Both girls kissed their way up my body and wiped me down, meeting for a truly delicious kiss when they reached my lips.
I wobbled off the table and was handed a bottle of water. Melody and Bree had a long drink as well and then Melody got on the table. When Bree squirted oil in my hands and then placed her own in them, the oil squirted out and all over Melody’s back causing her to giggle.
Bree and I had a blast massaging Melody, who squirmed constantly on the table. When she turned over, Melody was panting, near an orgasm if we applied the right stimulus. We were about to get more oil when Melody grabbed both our hands to stop us.
“Teach her, Tony,” Melody rasped. “Teach her like Lissa taught you. Please, lover?” I smiled. A year ago, Lissa had taught me how to make love to Melody by giving me a guided tour of her erogenous zones. It blew both of our minds. I scooped Melody up in my arms and carried her to the bed. I laid her carefully in the center and motioned Bree up to her other side.
“Have you come yet, Meddy?” I asked softly.
“Um… no.”
“You have to tell Bree how you like your breasts touched.” I was reciting almost word for word the instructions the way Lissa had said them a year ago.
“Um… I like it when you do that kind of feathery touch where you just run your fingers over my breasts. It makes me feel all gooey.”
“Like this?” I demonstrated and Bree copied the moves. Melody practically squirmed on the bed.
“Oh! Oh, I like that! I like it because I just know that at any moment you’ll brush up against my nipple, but I don’t know when. The suspense is killing me.” Bree joined me in lightly massaging and stroking Mel’s breasts, never quite touching her nipples. I could tell Bree was as excited as Melody was. We chased each other’s hands up and down Melody’s torso and all around her breasts, once just lightly brushing across her tender nipples. Melody moaned out, “please.”
I positioned my hand so that my fingertips and thumb were spread around the breast, but the palm wasn’t touching. Bree copied the position. We drew our fingers up toward the nipple, finally sliding across the areola and just before we reached the tips of her nipples, squeezing just a little and letting go completely. Melody gasped. Her body went rigid and her butt lifted up off the bed. “Ohhhhh! Oh god! Oh. You… You just made me come. It’s the first time like that since… Oh god!”
I continued the guided tour the same way that Lissa had taught me, but of course, Bree and I had studied anatomy and human physiology together, so we knew the names and traded off saying them. We included a few new ones that I’d learned were sensitive spots for Melody. I had been paying attention. Melody had already climaxed twice more before Bree lowered her mouth and touched the tip of her tongue to Melody’s clit. Melody came again and I nearly did, too. As Bree lifted her face, I pulled her toward me and kissed her, cleaning all of Melody’s fluids from her face and mouth. I did a thorough job of kissing her while I stroked her breasts and lightly played with her nipples. Bree threw her head back and howled. I looked down to find Melody playing with Bree’s clit and pussy. We smiled at each other.
We lay together for a few minutes as we all recovered and then Bree said she had to pack her table and leave. I offered to help, but Melody caught my hand and led me to the bathroom.
“Shower,” was all she said. It was not all she did. Before the water hit us, Melody climbed up my frame and wrapped her legs around my waist and her arms around my neck. I caught her under her butt and she wiggled enough to get me in place so she could slide down on my cock. As the water sluiced over us, I gently raised and lowered Melody on my erection until neither of us could stand it any longer and came. We rinsed the sweat and excess oil off our bodies, but I didn’t put her down the entire time we were in the shower.
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