The Prodigal
Eighteen
“YOUR DADDY OUT ON THE FARM?” Melody laughed as we joined Liebowitz and Bob. “Isn’t that spreading it a little thick?”
“The keeper of my virginity?” I shot back. “Where do you keep it?” We both were howling.
“Tell me about your meeting,” Bob said. I handed him the contract.
“Oh. Nice pen. Waterman. I forgot to give it back,” I said. “Now, Liebowitz. What the hell is your name, man?” He laughed.
“Al.”
“Al, I’m Tony and this is Melody. Our distinguished Mr. Smith is Bob Bowers, the critic whose review ran in this morning’s paper.”
“Geez. You guys just pulled off a hell of a coup. I don’t think they’ve ever made so much money on a show before. Not without stealing the art and reselling it later.”
“How the hell do they stay in business?” I asked.
“I think they launder money for some mob,” Al said. “The artists in the gallery pay to have their work on display. Caldwell calls it paying for shelf space. He doesn’t buy any of the art in the gallery. It’s all on consignment, so he doesn’t have anything invested in the stock. Your stuff is here on consignment. And your agent paid to rent Gallery C for fifteen days. After that, most of it will go into storage and a couple prints will hang in one of the other galleries. You’ll still get charged shelf space for everything they have, though.”
“Man. What a racket. Where are we going for dinner, Bob?”
The next couple of days went smoothly. I was not required to be at the gallery, except during the opening reception. I thought I’d stop in occasionally, though. Saturday, I disconnected the projection equipment and shipped it. On the way out, I met the guy with the weird voice coming in.
“Oh, sir,” I said. “It was awful of me to walk off last night with your pen. I was so distracted. I was going to leave it here at the desk for you, but I didn’t know who to say it belonged to.”
“Dominic di Mento,” he said gruffly.
“Well, Mr. di Mento, here’s your pen. It’s nice, but that smooth barrel sure collects fingerprints. Thank you for loaning it to me.”
He took the pen and examined it as I walked out the door with Melody. It was Saturday afternoon and we had promised each other a walk in Central Park.
We went to museums, Broadway shows, and more shopping. And we made love. A lot. In fact, every time we walked into our room, we ended up in bed, the shower, on the sofa, or even standing looking out the tenth floor window of the hotel while we made love.
We talked to Kate, Lissa, and Wendy out in California. Kate was a little angry, even though she had more sales on her first night than I did. I figured it must have been the owner of the gallery that set her off if the two boys were anything alike. We were all looking forward to Nebraska on Friday, though. Lissa called Monday and said they were flying back to Seattle. None of them liked the San Francisco art scene.
Tuesday, I could sense a change in Melody. I wasn’t sure what the deal was. After we talked to our wives Tuesday morning, Melody got quiet. At one o’clock, she suggested we go out to eat.
“What’s got you down, love?” I asked when we were seated at the bistro. “Is it our lovers being back home?”
“Well, not exactly. I mean, sure I miss everyone. But… Tony, this is our week, right?”
“Yeah, and aren’t you the lucky one. With both Kate and Lissa, I spent the entire week working and we didn’t have near as much time just being alone together,” I said. “You know, I miss the times when you used to sneak into my dorm room and spend the night—just the two of us cuddled together in a tiny bed.”
“That was sure some fun,” she said. “Is it okay for me to make a suggestion for our week? Or maybe even if I planned something and didn’t tell you about it? I mean, it is ours to spend as we want, right?”
“Meddy my love, this week is yours. I want to do anything you want to do. My big event is over and I’m feeling almost as sick of the art world as Kate is. If you say ‘go home’, that’s what we’ll do.”
“Oh, no. That’s not what I want at all.” She checked the clock on her cell phone. “Let’s walk around Times Square again.”
We made the walk around the triangle and stopped at the Two-Fer kiosks half a dozen times to see if any shows we wanted to see were still playing. I kind of wanted to see Wicked or Phantom of the Opera, but no tickets popped up for them. Melody checked her phone again and looked like she was reading a text message.
“Everything okay?”
“Yeah. Silly. I’m tired of walking around. Let’s go back to the hotel. There’s still a couple places we haven’t tried.” There were?
We were laughing and making out in the elevator. No one else was around, so why not? We talked about pushing the emergency stop button and making love in the elevator, but we were both too chicken to do it. I couldn’t wait to get Melody into our room.
Melody backed me toward the bed while she stripped the clothes off me. I was doing my best to get her out of her pants when I fell back on the bed and heard the “Oof!” under me. I jerked around and watched as Bree pulled the blanket down from her face. She glanced at Melody and both girls yelled, “Surprise!”
“Oh, Melody! You brought me my favorite massage therapist!” I laughed. “You sneaky devils.” I looked from one to the other. “Uh… does this mean you’d like me to get a different room?”
“What?”
“Does this look like I want you to get a different room?” Bree asked as she pushed the covers all the way off. There she lay in all her freckled and naked glory. I’d been hard when we came in the door and nothing I saw was making things any softer.
Melody had not been idle and when I looked back at her, she was as naked as Bree and crawling into the bed on the other side. “You’re overdressed,” she said. I stripped off as quickly as I could and slipped into the bed next to Bree. “I hope you aren’t too full from lunch,” Melody continued, “because we’re about to have a Bree sandwich.” I think Bree might have come right then.
Bree never managed to change positions when Melody and I both attacked her. The best she could do was writhe on the bed as she tried to hang on. It wasn’t that long before I was between her legs licking that highly flushed red snatch while Melody rode her lover’s face. Melody moved down into a sixty-nine, pushing my head out of the way and summoning me to knee-crawl up further. Her face came out of Bree’s pussy with a moan and dropped back down on my cock. Melody kept her fingers busy in Bree while she sucked me. We were all getting close.
“Mel, sweetheart, I’m about…”
Melody pulled off of me and grabbed my cock to point it at Bree’s pussy. I pushed and slid in all the way to the back of her opening. I heard Bree’s muffled squeal as Melody rose to kiss me and I began pumping into Bree. It wasn’t much in the way of lovemaking. I was barely in her when I started to come. And as soon as I quit jetting, Melody pushed at my hips to get me out of Bree and vacuumed my cock back into her mouth.
“No!” Bree moaned from between Melody’s legs. “Put it back. Please!”
“Make me come, Red,” Melody said. “Make me come and I’ll give you back your toy.”
There was a renewed fervor in Bree’s sucking and Melody’s pitch rose as she went back down on me. If I hadn’t just blown my load, the vibrations coming from Melody’s throat and tongue would have driven me over the edge in a second. But in no time, Bree had pushed Melody over the precipice into a mind-shattering orgasm. She popped off my cock and rolled off Bree so I could see the redhead’s glazed face. I bent to kiss Bree as Melody pulled my cock back to Bree’s opening.
“Yum,” I said. “You taste delicious. Do you mind if I lick your face?”
“Tony,” Mel gasped, “this is my lover, Bree. Make love to her, darling. Show her how much you’ve always wanted her.”
My body was working way ahead of my mind as I rocked back and forth in Bree for the first time. Bree’s arms wrapped around me and her lips hungrily greeted mine as we finally started to make love. It had been a year and a half since that first night in Tempe when Bree marched into my hotel room and announced she was spending the night. Man, what a lot can change in eighteen, no, twenty-one months. There was no hesitation on either of our parts when it came to completely joining together in long-delayed intercourse.
As soon as Melody recovered sufficiently from her orgasm, she joined us, kissing Bree, kissing me, and kissing the two of us together. Her hands found Bree’s nipples and helped drive the redhead to orgasm as we moved together. I offered to change positions, but Bree shook her head and held onto us tighter. When I reached for Melody, I discovered Bree’s fingers were already hard at work. Together we reached a summit that left us gasping, clutching each other, and even weeping.
“I love you, baby,” Bree said to Melody as they kissed. “Thank you for my Christmas present.”
If anything, Christmas was even more of a zoo this year than last. The players hadn’t changed, but the mood and atmosphere had. We weren’t coming off the tragic desperation of the Tent City bombing. We’d all aged and matured a year. Our relationships had developed, changed, and settled into new patterns. And we’d all brought bathrobes.
Melody, Bree, and I waited at the airport for our Seattle contingent. Kate, Lissa, Wendy, Jack, and the boys arrived about two hours after we did. Jack and Lissa rented the big van for us. It still irritates me that I can’t rent a car until I’m twenty-five. Lexi had flown out a few days early to help Mom get ready for the party. Allison wouldn’t be able to join us until Sunday after her show closed Saturday night. She’d have ten days off before starting rehearsals for the next production. Whitney, of course, was spending Christmas with her family in Louisiana, but would come up to join our family the day after Christmas. It would be interesting adding her into the mix. And Beth was waiting on the steps of our house when we pulled in the drive, bouncing around from person to person with hugs and kisses.
“All right, children,” Mom said addressing the adults as she hugged the boys. “Same sleeping arrangements as last year. I expect to be updated regularly on the number to expect for any meal. Other than that, I don’t want to know how many people are in the guest room.” We all laughed and lugged our bags up the stairs. Jack and the boys were in my old room, Lexi was in Mom’s sewing room, which, I noticed, sported a new fold out sofa-bed. In the guest room, two king-size mattresses and springs were made up, extending from wall to wall with scarcely enough room at the end to walk past. There would only be six of us until Allison and Whitney joined.
We all collapsed on the bed and started talking about our adventures at the openings. Kate was still miffed about the reception she had in San Francisco, but her sales were better than mine, which mollified her. Melody made me dress up in my leathers to show how I handled the situation in New York, everyone was rolling with laughter.
“I want a pair!” Kate said. “Don’t you think I’d look good in this outfit?” I had to say that with her hair still short and spiky with a purple streak through the middle, my outfit would probably look better on her than it did on me. I stripped off my T-shirt.
“Here, Kate,” I said. “This stuff is so tight on me that it will probably fit you. Try it on.” It took about two seconds for Kate to get naked and hold out her hand for my shirt. I held it just out of reach. “On the other hand, what you’re wearing now looks really good.” Kate came into my arms and pressed her breasts against my naked chest and her lips to mine. Our four partners let out a unison sigh.
“I missed you, Tony,” she said. She grabbed the shirt and skipped back. “Now give me your pants.” Kate completely—and deliciously—filled the silk T-shirt. The leather pants were just a little loose and the boots were too big, but the vision was incredibly sexy.
“Grrr rawr rawr,” Wendy growled as she began stalking across the mattress on all fours. Melody and Bree jumped up off the mattress and stood on either side of Kate.
“Wherever you go, we’re going,” Melody declared.
“Why?” Kate asked.
“You’re going to need bodyguards,” Bree laughed.
“Yeah. Please don’t let my father see you in that,” I pled. “He’s only human.”
“Apparently you are, too,” Beth laughed as she knee-walked across the bed to grab my erection and slurp it into her mouth.
“Oh my god!”
“Do we get to have an orgy before dinner?” Wendy asked politely. Clothes started to fly, but Lexi put a stop to it with a knock on our door.
“Time for dinner!” We scrambled back into our clothes—not the leather and silk outfit—and laughed our way to the dinner table where we had to recount the stories of our trips.
After dinner, I took the boys on a walk around the farm. I’d scarcely seen them all month and having a little time with them was precious. We walked out into the field away from the house and look at the stars.
“Why are there so many, Tony?” Damon asked. “Why aren’t they in Seattle?”
“Well, buddy, they’re all there, but there’s so much light around that you can’t see them, even when the sky is clear of clouds. Think about all the lights you see at night when we’re at home. Look around. The only light we can see out here is the porch light, way over there.” He was satisfied, but no less fascinated with the stars. I was about to point out which was which when Drew spoke up.
“Let’s make angels, Tony.”
It was a great suggestion with five inches of snow on the ground already. We were definitely having a white Christmas. We each found a spot and flopped on our backs to wave our hands and arms in the snow. The boys were convinced that the people in the stars would see the angels and know we were friendly. We lay there looking up at the crystal clear night sky and I pointed out the North Star, the Big Dipper, and Orion’s unmistakable shape. I couldn’t remember the exact myths that went with them, so I was just making stuff up.
I spent half an hour with my two guys, talking about the stars and telling stories until the boys started getting too cold to stay out. It wasn’t more than twenty degrees out and even our winter parkas couldn’t keep us warm forever.
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