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WITH THE LATE FLIGHT TIMES, I’d persuaded my folks to wait until breakfast to meet Lissa and Melody. Mom was disappointed, but we would have Friday and Saturday together and then we’d each have to go our separate ways on Sunday. Melody’s parents were slated to arrive tomorrow around noon. I just wanted a little time to get reacquainted with my lovers.
There was a man standing in front of our door with a bouquet of flowers. As soon as he saw us approaching he rushed straight up to Lissa.
“Diva!” he exclaimed. “When I heard your singing I could not tear myself away from your door without hearing the last strain. Puccini! So wonderful!”
“I’m sorry,” Lissa said. “That wasn’t me.” Before she could explain, the guy turned to Melody.
“Bella Dona!” he shouted, nearly kneeling before her. “A thousand pardons. I heard only the voice but did not see the beautiful woman who possessed it.” I cleared my throat.
“Sir, the singer checked out this afternoon. We are her friends,” I said by way of explanation.
“Oh! I am crushed. That voice should be on the stage! I am so sad that I missed her.”
“I can give her that message,” I said. “We heard you applauding outside the door.” The guy blushed a little. He was short—not much if any taller than Melody—with a round physique and balding head. You could see the color in his scalp.
“Thank you,” he said. He handed me a card and then offered the flowers to Lissa and Melody. “Ladies, may I leave these in your care. It may not have been your voice, but it was surely your beauty.” With that, he hurried away down the hall.
We intended to use every second of the night together. Lissa had bought a bottle of bubbly in the hotel gift shop and we ordered a pizza and ate in our room.
Our room. Not in all the time I’d been in Chicago had I considered it Allie’s and my room. This was always intended to be our room in which Allison was a welcome guest. And, of course, that was the major topic of discussion as we gorged ourselves on pizza. Racquetball be damned; Lissa and Melody wanted a play-by-play commentary on what had happened with Allison. I told them and held absolutely nothing back.
“I can’t believe that you had your cock touching her pussy and didn’t fuck her!” Melody finally burst out. “I’d have killed you if you did that to me.”
“She nearly did,” I said, “but it just wasn’t right. As soon as she slowed down, she realized it, too. It would have been the last time we’d have seen her.”
“You know it was all right with us if you made love to her,” Lissa said. “We all wished we could.”
“But Allie is really hung up on the girl-girl thing,” I said.
“Allie?” Melody said. “That’s cute.”
“She’d probably join us in bed, but she’d only have sex with me. She just isn’t able to cross the physical barrier with a girl,” I continued.
“She sure did a good job with that kiss at the airport,” Melody said as she sighed dreamily. “I thought maybe she’d made the shift.”
“I think she just got caught up in the emotion,” I said. “She really loves you both, and she knows how much kissing a girl gets her turned on, but she doesn’t want to go any further than that. We have to respect that. You wouldn’t push me into having sex with a guy, would you?”
“But we don’t want any other guys, Tony,” Melody said.
“No. But the thing is, if you did, I’d force myself to do it just because I love you. Afterward, though, I might ... no I’d definitely resent it. We shouldn’t push Allison to do things she’s not comfortable with.”
“You’re right, Tony,” Lissa smiled. “We’ll be seeing a lot of Allison over the next year, I’ll bet. I wouldn’t be surprised if we meet at more than one competition.”
“She started giving me a list, but I told her she’d have to email it to me,” I said. “But it’s more than that. She’s talking about moving out near us next year.”
“She’s serious?” Melody asked.
“I think so. She wanted to make sure she’d be welcome to live near us.”
“Things could get complicated,” Lissa said. “But I do like the way she kisses.”
“That’s because she kisses like you do,” Melody giggled. “It must be like kissing your own reflection.”
“Don’t be silly,” Lissa said. I could tell, though, that she was thinking about it.
“We might need a bigger bed,” I ventured. That got me gang-tickled. Not that I minded.
The remains of the pizza were left on the desk as we took fresh glasses of champagne to the bed. I directed them to the one on the right—my bed. Our clothes didn’t make it into the bed with us. When we nested together, you couldn’t have told who was on the bottom and who was on top, we were so intertwined—each trying to get every square inch of our bodies in contact with both of our lovers. It felt so good to be next to the two people who meant more to me than anything in the world.
“You know,” Melody said—she’d found my cock with her hand and was gently stroking me, “as much as I’m okay with you making love to Allie, there is something special about knowing that ours are the only pussies this has ever been in. It makes me all warm inside. And it’s the only cock that’s ever been in me.”
I wasn’t sure who I was kissing at the time, Lissa and Melody so completely shared with each other and with me. That’s not to say that I can’t tell the difference between the two of them, but while we were wound together just floating in our ethereal bliss kissing any one was kissing the other as well. I could tell the difference between Lissa’s breast in my left hand and Melody’s in my right, but both hands were on my lovers. That was what was important. We were together. The champagne must have been affecting all of us. We’d kiss, stroke, and giggle.
“Are you disappointed that I wasn’t a virgin when you met me?” Lissa asked.
“No!” We laughed again. Melody and I had shouted out our answer at the same instant.
“We wouldn’t have the boys!” I said. That earned me a kiss from both my lovers. They thought it was sweet, but I was serious. I couldn’t wait to get back home to see them.
“And ... if you’d been a virgin, we would have had to go out and recruit a different teacher. Who would have taught us all that stuff?” Melody asked.
“Hmm...” I said. “Do you remember when Lissa taught me about cunnilingus, Melody?”
“Oh, darling! The day I forget that, pull the plug. That is the last memory that will be in my mind when I go to the grave. Ohh.”
“Speaking of which,” Lissa said properly. “It seems that I’ve been negligent in my duties as instructor, Miss Anderson. Poor Tony has been cooped up in a hotel room with nothing but a stunning brunette with a tightly trimmed pussy and delightfully puffy labia, brimming with feminine essence, for the past three days. He’s surely suffered. It is our duty as his loving companions to help him through this difficult time.”
I couldn’t believe she got that whole speech out. We were cackling at her school-teacher voice so hard we almost missed what came next. Well, actually there was no way for me to miss it. Lissa and Melody squirmed their way down my body and pried my legs apart—not that it took much effort—so they could both lie between them. Melody blew on my already stiffened cock and the cool air caused me to jerk.
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