Art Something
7
First Wet Reality
“SO, I THOUGHT WE’D GO to Burger Burner Friday night,” I said when I pulled up at Annette’s house after school.
“Famous site of world’s shortest date?” she asked. Disbelief was written all over her face. I grinned at her. She slugged me in the arm. “Doofus! No repeats!”
“Well, we could do Tortilla World instead,” I laughed. “It’s only dinner. Then we can go bowling.”
“Bowling? What…?” She cocked her head to one side and looked at me. “Bowling. Hmm. That could be fun. Do you know how to bowl?”
“Nope. That’s why I thought we should have reinforcements. What would you think of double dating with Rob and Karen?” I asked. Rob already told me they planned to go but that it was more fun with four people than with two.
“That sounds like fun. You really surprised me, Arthur. I’ll call Karen and see what I should wear,” she laughed. We reached her door and she gave me a warm kiss. “Why don’t you grab your lit assignment and come in. You can read while I work on calculus and I’ll make us some hot chocolate. Maybe we’ll have time to make out a little before you go home to dinner.”
We met Rob and Karen at Thai Village Friday night. We’d decided to upgrade the food choice slightly. We also decided to drive separately to avoid any awkwardness around having one person from a couple as a third wheel before or after a date was picked up or dropped off. That was Rob’s idea.
Bowling was fun. Annette and I had done things in a group, like football games and dances. We’d even joined what was left of Morgan’s old posse and their dates for the most recent Witches and Warlords movie. But we’d never interacted with just one other couple before. Rob and Karen taught us the fundamentals of bowling. We talked about school and whether it was ever going to be worth attending one of our basketball games.
“The dances after basketball games are better than the ones after football,” Karen said. “Music starts almost immediately after the closing buzzer. Who cares whether the team wins or loses?”
“And you don’t have to get all bundled up for outside before you come in to where it’s hot,” Rob added. “It always feels like my glasses are fogged over for half an hour after we get inside. We check our coats before the game and don’t have to pick them up until after the dance.”
“I should learn to dance better,” I moaned. “I don’t have any idea what I’m doing out there except getting lost staring at Annette.”
“Sweet boy,” my girlfriend said. “You can stare at me all you want. In fact, we don’t have to dress as warm for basketball games as for football, so I can wear short skirts.” I groaned. Rob was looking at Karen with real intensity. She grinned at him and swung her hips as she walked over to grab her bowling ball and set up at the line. Annette grabbed my chin and turned me toward her. “That display was for her boyfriend, not mine,” she whispered. Then we both started giggling. Karen, of course, got a strike.
“That was fun,” Annette said as I parked in front of her house. “I like Rob and Karen.” She leaned over the console to kiss me. “It’s only ten-thirty, boyfriend. I’m not ready to stop kissing.”
“It’s kind of awkward like this,” I said, hammering the armrest between us.
“There’s room in the backseat,” she whispered. Annette was blushing! We didn’t try to climb over the console. We just got out of the car and opened the sliding door on the back and crawled in. The second row seats weren’t much better than the front, but we got all the way in the back and shoved the second row forward as far as they’d go. Then Annette leaned into me and we kissed.
The November night was cold even though we hadn’t had snow yet. Despite that, we got each other’s jackets open and our hands were exploring inside as our mouths locked together. I felt Annette’s hand slip under my shirt so she could pet my chest. I had no idea that girls liked to stroke guys’ skin as much as we enjoy touching them. I reciprocated and soon had her bare soft breast in my hand.
“Arthur,” Annette panted. I realized that somewhere along the line, her hand had drifted down and was on my jeans, resting on my stiff cock. I twitched a little and slid under her hand. She squeezed a little. “Do what you did a few weeks ago. After the first day of school when we went to your room and you painted me. Arthur… Kiss my breasts.”
I’d been wanting to do that ever since the first time. I loved feeling them in my hands, but that one light kiss of her nipples that afternoon had lit a primal desire in my lips that I couldn’t explain. I lowered my face and pushed her sweater and cami up, not waiting to expose her breasts, but started kissing her stomach as I lifted her sweater. Annette started to moan and rub her tummy against my face. I kissed her navel and stuck my tongue in it a little. Eventually, I got her sweater high enough that I could get my mouth on her beautiful breasts. I just kissed around them for a while, moving from one to the other as I explored them. Then I brushed across her nipples and the movement of her hips gained momentum. I let go of one side of her sweater and used that hand to softly pet her bare tummy. Annette grabbed the hem I’d let go of to keep it above her breast. It was quite a wad of material to have bunched up under her arms and chin, but she was almost incoherent with her moaning and moving.
She still had her other hand on my cock through my jeans and just squeezed in little pulses that sort of followed the rhythm of her hips. It wasn’t with any conscious intent that my hand slid lower over her jeans. Her legs parted and I rubbed high on the area between while I sucked her nipple into my mouth and licked at it with my tongue.
“Oh. Oh! OH!” she cried as she lifted her hips toward me and stiffened. I could still feel the pulses of her hand against my cock, but realized with a gasp that her hand wasn’t pulsing but my cock was. I groaned against her chest and then lifted my lips to kiss her again.
“I… I…” I couldn’t catch my breath enough to finish a sentence.
“I love you, Arthur. Did you come? I could feel your cock jerking in my hand.”
“Yeah. I think I had a wet dream. I’m sorry.”
“Reality, Arthur. This was a wet reality. Don’t be sorry. We just had our first orgasm together. It was beautiful.” Her sweater had fallen back below her breasts as we kissed. She closed her legs slowly to give me time to withdraw my hand. We wrapped our arms around each other and kissed with soft little pecks and slightly longer caresses of our lips as our heartrates slowed.
“I love you, Annette.”
“I love you, too. You’d better walk me to my door now.”
I’d never painted before bed, but I couldn’t wait until morning. Mom and Dad had gone to bed, but I could faintly hear the television in their sitting room. I set up my easel and started mixing colors. They were big and bright. I saw something next to Annette’s now-familiar shape that I’d never noticed before. I was in the picture. And Fay was in the picture. We weren’t adversaries. We were coconspirators of light and love.
I turned the lights down in my room and lay on my bed. I usually sleep in pajama pants with no shirt, but tonight I dispensed with the pajamas entirely. In the semi-light of the room I stared up at the picture and relived every instant of my evening with Annette. It took only a light touch before I needed some tissues.
I slept late in the morning. Wonderful, bright dreams had filled my night. I would get up and paint them. I started to roll over and felt soft smooth skin against my back. I turned and found Fay cuddled against me. She wore no shirt and her warm skin clung to me as I turned to wrap her in my arms.
“You’re home,” I breathed. She smiled at me.
“Yeah, sleepyhead. I got home last night, but you were out on a date. You must have had fun. I heard you in here for a long time before you finally went to sleep. I came in about three this morning to join you.”
“Was I thrashing around with a nightmare? I only remember wonderful dreams last night.”
“No nightmares. I just wanted to sleep with you.”
“I’ve missed you so much, Fay. I’m glad you’re home.” I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her.
“I guess you’re happy to see me,” she giggled. “What’s this against my leg? Pen, you aren’t wearing any underwear! Your bare cock is up against me.”
“Oh, wow!” I breathed. I could feel myself against her skin. I could feel myself pulsing, threatening to erupt from the sensations. “I… we’d probably better get out of bed before I have a wet reality.” Fay laughed at me.
“That’s a wet dream while you’re awake?” she asked. “That has to be Annette’s term.” I started to roll away but Fay held me in place. “Did you have a wet reality with Annette?”
“Yeah.”
“Did she come, too?” I nodded. “What were you doing?”
“We were in the back seat of Mom’s car making out. We were kissing.”
“Like this?” Fay asked. Fay kissed me and as she held me, I felt her hips rocking against me. I touched her breast with my hand. “That feels so good. Were you touching her breasts like this?”
“Yes. And…” I decided it was best to demonstrate. I kissed my way down Fay’s neck and chest until my lips and tongue found her nipple. She moaned and I could feel her heat through her panties as she rubbed against my cock. I felt the skin of her tummy above her panties against the head of my cock and couldn’t hold myself back. But Fay was crying out before the first burst hit her skin.
“Oh, God! I love you, Pen!”
I was sure Mom and Dad would burst into the room at any moment, but I didn’t care. I just held my precious Fay in my arms as we both cried and touched each other’s lips. We needed to clean ourselves up. I shivered when I realized that had it not been for Fay’s panties, I would never have been able to resist entering her.
“Hi, honey!” Annette called as she came into the room. I was so startled I rolled out of bed onto the floor. I scrambled to pull my pajama pants on. “Morgan! You’re home!” I looked over the edge of the bed and saw Annette pull my sister into a deep kiss.
“Wow! You must have been practicing,” Morgan laughed. “That kiss was great!”
“You’re all sticky,” Annette said. Apparently, it hadn’t occurred to her that my sister was only wearing her panties and I was sitting on the floor trying to pull my pants up.
“Yeah. Pen was teaching me what a wet reality was,” Morgan giggled. Annette stripped off her sweater and cami and went back to kissing, but this time with their bare breasts pressed together and my come being spread between them.
“Do you think girls can have a wet reality, too?” she whispered.
“Do you really…? Annette…” Fay was busily unfastening Annette’s skirt and it dropped between them.
“Yes. You know I do, sweetheart.”
I watched as Fay and Annette pressed themselves together in a deep kiss, their breasts flattening against each other as their hips moved. There was only one thing I could do. I painted. They didn’t notice as I shifted my easel so I could clearly see them as I opened my paint pots and began forming shapes and curves.
They lay back on my bed holding each other. The initial passion was transformed from aggressive need to careful love. I thought if I was in their embrace, I would not be able to concentrate on anything but rubbing until I felt that release I’d had so recently. Had it not been for Fay’s panties, I was sure I would have lost control and joined with her, spraying my seed inside her instead of on her belly. But once it seemed certain that Fay and Annette were going to become lovers, they slowed down.
They talked as they kissed lightly, paying oral attention to lips, ears, eyelids, chin, nose. I couldn’t make out everything that was said, but a few words caught my attention. “…rubbed his cock right against my clit…” “…kissed my nipples…” “…could feel the pulses…” Apparently, they were comparing what I’d done with each of them. But I wasn’t the only topic. “…always loved you…” “…make it work for us…” “…touch me there, yes…” “…love your lips…”
Paint, color, shape, chiaroscuro, light. The vision in front of me became a dreamscape of two lovers entwined as they not only made love, but let love blossom between them. It was joy and peace and excitement and discovery all rolled into one.
They did not press their hands into each other’s crotch, but instead rubbed against their thighs, each panty-clad pussy stimulated against the flesh of her lover’s leg and hip. Though there continued to be whispers, their breaths were coming in shorter gasps as their climaxes approached. Fay slid down slightly and captured Annette’s nipple in her mouth. Annette cried out as her hips pumped against Fay’s hip. Her right leg pressed between Fay’s legs and stroked my sister until she, too, found release.
And then they held each other. There were more gentle kisses as Fay worked her way up from Annette’s breast to her neck, to her chin, and finally, to touch their lips together and pull back to each gaze at her lover. There was a sparkle of tears in each girl’s eyes and I captured it on the paper as a sign of love.
I thought they might have gone to sleep. I cleaned my brushes and set the easel aside, not sure what I should do next. It was obvious to me that Fay and Annette loved each other. I guessed that I was just a vehicle to get them together. I was sad that I couldn’t share in what I had seen. It was so beautiful. I loved them both so much that it hurt sometimes. So, I would never step between them or interfere with their love.
I heard a rustle in the bed and turned to look at the two beautiful lovers as they rolled apart and looked at me. Both held their arms out to me and I approached the bed.
“I got so excited to see Morgan flushed with your lovemaking that I didn’t even kiss my boyfriend good morning,” Annette sighed. “Forgive me and kiss me, Arthur. Please?”
“Come and lie down with us, Pen,” Fay joined in. “Let us hold you between us and feel your skin against our breasts.” I approached, still a little uncertain, but they drew me to the bed and sandwiched me between them. Annette pressed her lips against mine and welcomed my tongue against hers.
But she had been so passionate with Fay just a few minutes ago. How could she be so loving to me? On the other hand, Fay had been passionate with me, both of us climaxing, just before Annette arrived. How could she…? I was confused, but loved having the two beautiful girls held naked against me.
“I won’t get in the way,” I said. “I know you love each other and I’m happy for you. I’m sure you’ll want to be with each other now.”
“Of course we will, my love,” Annette said. “I’m so glad we are all together at last.”
“What?”
“Pen, do you still not get it?” Fay asked. “We love you. I love you. I love Annette. Annette loves me. Annette loves you. You love Annette. You love me. How could any of us be happy without both the others?”
“You mean, the three of us all together?” I asked. Is that how love works?
“The three of us. The two of us. The two of you. Morgan and me. Any combination, darling. We are love,” Annette answered.
“Love. I’m so stupid. I love you, Annette. I love you, Fay.” I held them in my arms and kissed each of my girfriends. They kissed each other. “Fay? What about going to college and trying to find someone else?” I asked. Our parents had made it clear that she had to live on campus her freshman year.
“Three months!” Fay said angrily. “They wouldn’t let me come home for three months, even though I was living just fifteen miles away. Oh, I saw Dad regularly on campus. He and Mom came to take me to dinner in October after the homecoming game. Mom said I looked blue. I thought she meant sad at first, but you know Mom. Maybe she saw me all colored blue. I wonder if Dad understands her like I understand you.”
“She’d be an awfully lucky woman if he does,” I said.
“I suppose. They should try staying away from each other for three goddamn months,” Fay said. She still had her mad on. “I tried. I thought it was necessary. I needed to know, and I needed to give you and Annette time to know each other. I wasn’t anticipating you’d be sucking on her nipples already!” she giggled. “I even pledged a sorority. I withdrew my pledge when they tried to get each of the girls to suck off a fraternity guy. No way! I think all of them are in college to see how many times they can get laid by random guys that they won’t even remember in the morning. A guy from my biology class asked me out for a date. I guess he just wanted extra biology lessons, too. I told him to take anatomy next year.”
“It sounds like it’s been horrid,” Annette squeaked.
“Not everything,” Fay continued. “I’ve met some fun people. Learning has been exciting. After Thanksgiving, I only have three weeks until end of semester and I can come home for a month. But being without you two and not seeing you and not sleeping with you has been getting me down. I don’t think Mom and Dad know I’m home yet. I should probably go say hello.”
“I think they know,” Annette said. “They were on their way out when I got here. They just waved me in and said, ‘In his room.’ I think they wanted me to catch the two of you in bed. I don’t think they expected us to all be cuddled up naked together.”
“Or for you and I to have a wet reality,” Fay giggled.
“That was really beautiful. Um… I have a question, though.” It had been nagging at the back of my mind as I painted. “Why didn’t you… um… touch each other? I mean with your hands. And, I understand why you’d keep your panties on with me because I poke. But why with each other?”
“It was our first time, Pen,” Fay sighed. “We’re not going any faster together than you are with either of us.”
“Why do you call him Pen?” Annette asked. “Does it have to do with drawing?” We laughed. It was another sign of intimacy between us. We’d called each other by our private nicknames in front of her. Fay looked at me and I nodded.
“Arthur Pendragon and Morgan le Fay were brother and sister. At least half. Our father thought he was clever by naming his children Morgan and Arthur. After we first heard the legend of King Arthur, we started calling each other Pen and Fay,” she said.
“That’s cool. Is there an Annette in the legend of Arthur?” she giggled.
“There is now,” I said. I kissed her again and we paused to share it around.
“You know, Geoffrey of Monmouth says that Arthur’s full sister by Uther and Igraine was named Anna. She was the mother of Mordred,” Fay said.
“Annette, could you call us Pen and Fay, too? Would that be weird?” I said.
“Really? You’d let me call you by your pet names for each other?”
“Honey, we’re a trio. We need a pet name for you that we only say in secret, too.”
“I don’t want to be Guinevere. She cheated on Arthur and fell in love with Lancelot,” Annette avowed.
“How about the Lady of the Lake? She made Arthur king with the sword,” Fay said. I loved the legends that Dad taught us and read to us, but I couldn’t make the words fast enough to participate in their exchange.
“What are you going to call me?” Annette giggled. “Lake?”
“Why not Lady?” I asked. “I love you, my Lady. It has a nice ring to it.”
“I love you, Lady,” Fay repeated. “I like it.”
From that moment, we were Pen, Fay, and Lady.
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