Odalisque
Fifty-four
WHEN THE LAST GUEST WAS GONE, those staying gathered the remains and took them to the refrigerator. We all seven kissed in every possible combination of twos and threes and then Melody, Bree, Whitney, and Lissa all went to the big bed. I assumed that Wendy, Kate, and I would head for Kate’s queen-sized bed after we brushed our teeth, but Wendy grabbed our hands and led us to her room. She only has a double bed, but we’d all three fit in it, I figured. We three had never been together in Wendy’s room for the night.
Wendy whispered to Kate and Kate kissed me.
“Wait a minute, okay?” she said. I nodded.
The two girls undressed each other in front of me. They didn’t pay any attention to me, but just carefully took their formal gowns and hung them up, then removed shoes, hose, and panties. Neither one had been wearing a bra—well Kate never does. When they were fully nude, the two girls turned to me. They are remarkably alike physically. Since Kate cut her hair short, it’s grown out a bit. She still keeps the purple streak in it and spikes it up, but it’s a bit longer than it was when she first cut it in December. On the other hand, Wendy’s hair was all shaved after the fire and now it was a nice inch-and-a-half or two inches long all over her head. She hadn’t started bleaching out her stripes yet, but I had a feeling she would soon. Kate’s hair is a little darker than Wendy’s, but both girls are about five-seven. I’d consider them tall if I weren’t used to Lissa and Whitney being around all the time. Kate’s hazel eyes get darker when she gets excited, while I’ve noticed the gold flecks in Wendy’s green eyes get brighter when she’s turned on. Wendy is still a little thin, but I know she’s eating well now and she certainly isn’t the toothpick she was when she came to live with us. They both stood in front of me just letting me absorb how beautiful they both are for a long time. Then they stepped up to me.
As they undressed me, Wendy carefully hung each article of my tux and formal shirt, my briefs, shoes and socks. You know, there aren’t that many girls who understand the order that guys’ clothing comes off. They started with my shoes because it’s easier to get the pants off that way. Once the pants are off and hung on the suit-hanger, the jacket comes off. If you take the jacket off first, you have to take it back off the hanger to get the pants hung. It’s almost impossible to get pants on or off the hanger if the jacket is on it. But as soon as my pants were clipped into it, Kate took off my jacket and put it on the hanger Wendy was holding. Then they took all the removable jewelry and accessories. The studs from the shirt. My tie. My cufflinks. My socks. I found out a few months ago that girls think it looks pretty ridiculous for a guy to stand around in his briefs and socks. You have to lose the socks early on.
When Kate removed my pleated formal shirt, Wendy once again had a nice padded hanger ready to hang it on. That left only my briefs and I was pretty hard from all the attention I was getting from two naked ladies. When they pulled my briefs down, they kissed over the head of my cock. I know Melody and Lissa taught Kate that move. Either Kate had taught it to Wendy or it was a natural thing to do, but for the first time ever, I felt Wendy’s lips and tongue on my cock. It wasn’t for long, but it was all I could do to keep from coming right there where I stood.
They left me standing there again while the two girls kissed. I heard Kate whisper “Are you sure?” Wendy nodded an enthusiastic yes. Kate said, “Okay, sweetheart. I love you.” The two embraced and it was just so sweet to watch that I stood there without moving. When the kiss came to a pause, Kate and Wendy each took one of my hands and moved me to the center of the bed where I was propped up with pillows in a relaxed sitting position. Kate crawled up next to me while Wendy waited beside the bed.
“I love you, Tony.”
“I love you, too, Kitten.”
“Our Tiger needs Melody’s cure for cramps. Are you okay with it? Can you accept her without reservations? I need to know, Tony. And so does Wendy.”
Shit! Was Kate telling me that Wendy wanted to make love to me? That we should go beyond the really close friendship we had and become lovers? I looked at the Tiger and was instantly reminded that she is one special girl. I wasn’t sure if I loved Wendy the way I loved Kate, Melody, and Lissa, but yes, I did love Wendy. I nodded my head. My reward was two gloriously beautiful smiles.
Wendy crawled onto the bed next to me and she and Kate kissed across me and then raised their lips so I could join in. I let them lead, knowing this was special for both of them as well as for me. For all the playing around we did and as close as Wendy and Kate had become, I didn’t think they’d ever used anything but their fingers on each other. The closest Wendy and I had come were the few times that she’d come while rubbing against my thigh or that I’d come against her tummy. There was something significant about what we were doing tonight that let me know we were moving to a new level in our relationship.
The two girls moved down to jointly lick my cock up and down with lots of playtime for their lips and tongues to get together. Before long, Kate enticed Wendy onto my lap, facing away from me. We all fondled each other gently. My cock wedged firmly between Wendy’s butt cheeks was a new degree of intimacy.
As Kate kissed her way down Wendy’s body, paying special attention to all her sensitive points, Wendy turned her head to kiss me and look into my eyes. It was hard to be rational with the incredible feelings I was experiencing. Still, it occurred to me that there was something different about the way Wendy looked at me. She was in love with Kate and I figured I was part of the package deal. But what else is there?
As Kate reached Wendy’s lower belly, I slowly pulled my knees up and apart, opening Wendy’s center to our girlfriend. Kate progressed downward into Wendy’s tiger striped pussy hair and Wendy arched against me as Kate found her target. My lips were pressed to Wendy’s as she held my hands to her breasts, rocking up and down against me as Kate brought her to one peak after another. I was near exploding. The last time I’d been in this position was on my birthday when Kate gave herself to my lovers and me. Tonight, I restrained myself. This was really about Kate and Wendy, but it was like they couldn’t go through it without me.
Wendy moaned through her third orgasm and Kate kissed her way up Wendy until our lips all met again and tangled in a passionate kiss.
There was some gentle caressing and moaning with Wendy still rocking against my cock, but she slid to the side and Kate took the position Wendy had been in. Kate was no longer bashful about what she wanted, though, and when she sat on my lap, she pulled me into her. Wendy was almost immediately at Kate’s center, licking and sucking on Kate, bringing her—and by extension me—waves of pleasure. When I felt Wendy licking at my balls and shaft as I plunged into Kate, I went over the edge into a blissful orgasm as well.
We held each other and cuddled and I gradually softened and slipped out of Kate, followed by a mixture of our juices. Wendy used a tissue to clean us, but didn’t return to the focus of our love-making.
That was it? I was there, but I was really just helping Wendy make love to Kate and Kate make love to Wendy. They seemed more than content and when we slid down in the bed, Kate was held between us.
When I awoke in the morning, Wendy was looking at me over the top of Kate’s beautiful breasts. She smiled and I grinned back at her.
“I have to make coffee for everyone,” she whispered. “I promised.”
“I’ll help,” I offered.
We left Kate asleep as the two of us slipped out of bed and padded naked upstairs. We got things arranged and I noticed it was still a little early to go wake everyone up on a Saturday morning, but Wendy turned on the oven and went to the refrigerator to retrieve a bowl of dough. She uncovered it and handed me the bowl while she retrieved a rolling pin and the bread board.
“I know you can do this,” she said quietly. “It’s the same scone mix you used on Christmas morning.” I laughed quietly.
“I can do that,” I said, rolling out the dough in three rounds about a half-inch thick. Boy, the dough rolled out a lot easier and was less sticky when you took it out of the refrigerator than it was when I just mixed it up in the morning. This was a lot easier. I put that in my mental cookbook. Wendy had seven cups of different sizes and shapes on the counter and I remembered that there were two extras in the big bed last night. Wendy seemed to know what everyone wanted, though. While the scones baked in the oven, she led me to the big chair and sat on my lap while we waited for the timer.
“Tiger, why now?” I asked. “Why did you want to make love last night? With Kate, I mean.”
“With you, too. We just haven’t finished yet,” she said kissing me. I was beginning to harden under her butt.
“Okay. Why haven’t we ever made love before?”
“You never asked.”
Well, that was succinct. All this time I’ve been so careful not to say anything to Wendy that could be construed as a command, I certainly didn’t want to take advantage of her and suggest that we have sex. She’d offered herself to me when she first came to visit last September and I discovered she’d been abused.
“So why now?” I asked. She smiled at me with an almost childish look on her face.
“It’s my birthday.”
“Really?” I said. “I didn’t know that. I wish you’d told me so we could plan something. I want to do something special for you. I don’t even have a gift.”
“Kate has it. Don’t worry.” The timer in the kitchen rang and we went in to remove the scones and make the seven cups of coffee. I could recognize five of them, but Wendy made a latte with a heaping spoonful of sugar and a cup of hot cocoa with cinnamon on top in addition to our usual drinks. I put the hot scones, butter and jams on one tray and Wendy carried the tray of coffees toward the bedroom.
“I’ll take Kate’s to her when we serve the others,” I said. Well, that was unnecessary. Kate was sitting up in bed with Melody, Bree, Lissa, and Whitney. I set the tray of scones in the middle of the bed and Wendy handed out the drinks. The latte with sugar was Bree’s and the hot cocoa with cinnamon was Whitney’s, I noted. Good to know for future reference. As we all sat in a circle on the bed, Kate and I had Wendy between us.
“Happy birthday to you,” Kate started. We all joined in singing to Wendy. Apparently, I was the only one in the dark. I couldn’t understand why we’d all let Wendy get up early and bring in coffee and scones for everyone else on her birthday. She blushed and smiled.
“How old are you, Wendy?” Melody asked. I guess it’s not impolite for a girl to ask another girl how old she is. I couldn’t have done it.
“I’m twenty-one today,” Wendy said. “And I’m the happiest I’ve ever been in my life.”
That got her a big kiss from Kate, who, in our current situation with coffee and scones, was the only one who could maneuver around to kiss her. But once coffee was finished, we were all on the move. My god! There were six naked girls headed for the shower with me. I wasn’t sketching, but I was certainly appreciating all the skin that was being rubbed up against me as we progressed in and out of the shower, heedless of the water we were shedding on the tiled floor of the bathroom. There was a lot of washing of a lot of girl and boy parts a lot of times before the hot water started to give out. We’d been in there a long time.
After we’d had a more substantial breakfast—I discovered that Wendy had slipped a couple quiches in the oven when she took the scones out—and another cup of coffee, Bree and Whitney left.
“You PCAD people are out of school now, but we’ve got another six weeks in our spring quarter. We’ve got studying to do,” Bree explained.
“I have a meet this afternoon in Tacoma,” Whitney said. “They’ve got a great long-jumper there and I can’t wait to jump.”
“When are you going to know about the national team?” I asked.
“The Olympic trials are June 21, a week after school is out. But in order to make the trials, I have to have an Olympic A Standard race,” Whitney explained.
“What’s that?” Lissa asked.
“It means the hundred in under thirteen seconds and the four hundred in under 55.50. I don’t know if I can qualify in the four hundred. The early meets only had one- and two-hundred-meter hurdles this season. Today’s the first four hundred,” Whitney said.
“What about long-jump?” I asked.
“That’s tougher,” Whitney said. “I was a big fish in a little pond in Louisiana. My six-meter jump was good for a state high school record. But it takes 6.65 meters to qualify for finals and Olympic A Standard is 6.75. That’s a foot-and-a-half farther than I’ve ever jumped. We’ll see what happens today.”
“We’re coming down to watch and cheer,” Lissa, Melody, and Kate said in a chorus.
“I didn’t know we were doing that,” I said. “Sounds like fun. It sure doesn’t look like I’ll be able to paint today.”
About noon, I discovered my girlfriends were getting ready to leave for Tacoma.
“Hey! How come nobody told me when we were leaving?” I complained. I got three blank stares. Wendy had gone to her room.
Kate took me by the hand and led me downstairs. At the foot of the stairs she turned and kissed me, melting into my arms.
“We’re not going to the track meet,” Kate started. “That is, we’re going, but you aren’t.”
“I don’t get it, Kitten.”
“I know. Um… Tony, this is a really special day for Wendy. She needs you.” Kate buried her face in my chest and hugged me tightly. I could feel her shaking a little and lifted her chin so I could see the tears in her eyes. “Tony. Nobody else can do this. I would if I could, but I just can’t. Please make Wendy’s birthday a happy one. I love her like I love you and Melody and Lissa, Tony. But none of us can be what she needs. For me? Please Tony?”
I didn’t know what was going on. I guess I’m still pretty dense. The only thing I could think of that I could do that none of the girls could was provide a dick. Wendy didn’t seem interested in that last night, but maybe she was. But for Kate…
“Tell me what I need to do, Kitten,” I whispered. “I’ll do it.”
“Come with me.”
Kate led me to Wendy’s door. She knocked twice, but didn’t wait for a response before she opened the door. We walked into Wendy’s room and it was different than it had been last night. The lights were off and the curtains drawn. A dozen candles were lit around the room, mostly in front of the mirrors on the vanity that I’d bought at the used furniture store. Wendy stood quietly beside her bed, completely naked.
Kate went to Wendy and hugged her.
“You’re sure, Tiger?” she asked. Wendy nodded. There was a glistening fire in her eyes—perhaps the reflection of so many candles on the moisture gathered there. It was easy to imagine her pupils narrowing to slits—real tiger’s eyes.
I’d only dressed in sweats and a T-shirt since morning and it didn’t take long for the two girls to approach and take my few clothes off. It was so ritualistic. I thought about the way they’d undressed each other last night and then undressed me. It was a ritual. And a sexy one. I was definitely showing interest.
Kate stayed dressed. She went to the vanity and brought a flat square box to me.
“This is Wendy’s birthday present from you,” she whispered. She kissed Wendy. The two girls melted against each other. Kate gradually pulled herself away. “I wish I could stay,” she said, “but I can’t. I love you. I love you both so much my heart is overflowing.” Kate turned to me and kissed me tenderly then almost violently. She reached up and whispered in my ear. “No reservations.” Kate turned and walked to the door. “Happy birthday, Tiger,” she said. Then she was gone.
Wendy and I stood, just staring at each other for a moment. It was apparent that she wasn’t going to move and I broke down first.
“I guess I have a present for you,” I said. Wendy smiled at me. I reached out to hand her the package, but she didn’t take it. Her hands stayed relaxed at her sides. “You want me to open it for you?” She smiled again. I took a deep breath and opened the box. God! It’s beautiful! It was a necklace, I guess. The proper name is probably a choker—one that fits right up against the girl’s throat. This wasn’t a chain or ribbon, though. It was a hinged piece of hammered silver with an agate stone at the throat that looked remarkably like a cat’s eye. I showed it to Wendy and I saw her shake as she inhaled then looked up at me, raising her chin. Eventually I got the message.
I lifted the beautiful necklace out of the box and approached her. She was trembling as she waited for me to spread the ends just far enough to slip around her neck and snap behind. A perfect fit. I leaned forward and kissed her as her eyes drifted closed and a blissful smile appeared on her face. I pulled back from her and watched as she sank slowly to her knees. She clasped her hands behind her back and lifted her chin opening her mouth slightly. She waited.
My god! It wasn’t a necklace. It was a collar! She was… How could…? She wanted…
What she’d always wanted. She wanted to serve.
But I didn’t want a servant. I didn’t want a slave. I couldn’t just order her around, or worse yet, just take her and use her. The stance she had taken though was one of absolute submission. Her mouth was open, just inches in front of my unquestionably erect dick. She was waiting for me to possess her… take her. I couldn’t. But I couldn’t just leave her here. I couldn’t believe how much courage it had to take to open herself to me like this. I couldn’t walk away. It would be the worst thing I could do. I was frozen.
I took a ragged breath and reached out to pet her short downy hair. I felt her shudder.
“Tiger,” I whispered. She looked up at me. Fear showed in her eyes and I realized it wasn’t fear of what I would do, but of what I wouldn’t do. “Tiger, make love to me, please.” Relief showed in her eyes and her smile rivaled Kate’s for its brilliance as she looked at me.
“Yes, master.”
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