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THE MORNING WAS CASUAL and no one other than Kate seemed eager to get dressed. The party wasn’t over. I was a little worried because I’d thought of a few things I still wanted to pull together for my portfolio and I was counting on some time today to do it. Lissa put three frozen quiches in the oven and tasked me with frying up a couple dozen chicken breakfast sausages. She pulled a big tray of fruit out of the refrigerator and put it on the counter. No one made a move toward the dining room and we ended up all standing around the kitchen eating and joking. I endured several jabs about real men and quiche.
Thankfully, the girls cleaned up the breakfast mess in about five minutes and all retreated to the basement, leaving me alone with my project, which I spread out on the dining room table. I could hear various giggles waft up the stairs occasionally, but inside a little more than an hour, I was feeling good about the improvement over what Professor McIntyre had seen on Wednesday. My final project for Concepts was even looking good and I added it to my portfolio thinking that I’d review it one more time before I turned it in. I was looking it over when Lissa called to me from the basement.
“Tony. Do you have time to do another sketch for us? Just one, please?”
What the hell. I was caught up and pleased with my portfolio. There were eight gorgeous girls downstairs and with luck one of them would get naked while I sketched her. Why not?
“I’ll be right there,” I called down.
I used the bathroom and picked up my music player and headset from the bedroom. If I was going to do a serious sketch, I was going to have to block out all the giggling and laughing that the other girls would be doing while I was working. I couldn’t count on them to be quiet through another whole sketch like last night.
I bounced down the stairs, scanning through my playlists and was all the way into the room before I realized all the girls were in the corner where Melody usually worked, complete with her lights turned on. I turned around and was faced by nine gloriously naked or nearly naked girls posed as if in the midst of a bacchanalia. Plates full of fruit were strategically placed. The daybed and my drapes had been moved into the corner, huge pillows were scattered on the floor and each girl was posed to create a delicious tableau.
Wait. Nine? My mind had jumped to the number before my brain had caught up. Kneeling behind the bed—apparently up on a chair to get the right height—Wendy, our waitress from Carmine’s was offering a bunch of grapes to Kate, who was stretched out luxuriously on the bed. On either side, Lissa and Allison were poised, ready to serve, one with a ewer and one with a tray of bread and cheese.
Melody and Bree were positioned on pillows in front of the bed with their legs curled under them, looking at Kate’s face. Just behind Wendy’s left shoulder, Amy and Sonia were pressed closely enough together that their breasts were just touching and they were looking into each other’s eyes. Sandra knelt at the head of the bed brushing Kate’s hair.
I was speechless.
“Will this work, Tony?” Melody asked sweetly.
“Oh god, yes!” I practically shouted. “Let me grab my things.”
“If you go grabbing your things, we all want to watch,” Allison snarked.
“Yeah, yeah,” I said, too engrossed in composing the scene in my mind to respond. “Are you all comfortable enough to hold those positions for a while? It could take me a bit to get all the ... um ... details in.”
“We marked everyone’s positions and took a reference photo on a timer. We should be able to take a break in half an hour and still get back into position,” Lissa explained. “We’ve been working on this scene for an hour.”
“Great. This is great. Sandra, I need you to shift to your left just a little. Can you do that?”
“Sure.”
“Amy and Sonia, you are just a little too close to the other action. I want you lost in your own world. You have room to move farther back, don’t you? Almost to the wall.”
“Sure, Tony,” Amy said. “And don’t worry about us getting lost in our own world. We will be.” There was a giggle from all the girls and heads turned slightly to watch Amy and Sonia scoot back and Amy reach over to peck Sonia on the lips.
“When I get to you, I’m going to want that little move, Amy. Remember it. Uh ... the action pieces. Wendy ... um ... it’s good to ... uh ... see you.”
“It’s probably the last time I’ll ever flirt with a customer,” she laughed. “Oh god, I can’t believe I’m doing this.”
“Could you straighten up just a little? From here it looks like you are about to fall over onto Kate.”
“Yes, sir.” The move had the added benefit of bringing her breasts fully into view. Oh, what that red bra had hidden!
“Allison and Lissa, I’m most worried about you two. The position of the tray and ewer are nice, but it’s hard to hold an action pose like that, even for gorgeous athletes. I think it should be a little more relaxed. Allison, lower the pitcher to rest it against your hip. Get it comfortable so it doesn’t strain your arm. You are attentive and ready to serve, but not swinging the racquet yet.”
Bobby grunted and then his arms gave out with exhaustion. He collapsed on top of me, sweating, puffing, his balls clearly empty and his seven inch cock, or so he claimed, already shriveled down to four inches. I wrapped my arms around him lovingly, to hold him tightly. It had been, as he had promised, the greatest sex of my life. Of course, that might also have been due to the fact that it had been the first time in my life that I ever let a boy make love to me. By the time that I was eleven...
“WAS IT THE PAINTING?” I asked. Lissa had just stunned us—no, broken our hearts—by saying she was breaking up with us. I wanted to scream at her. Shake her. Plead with her. It had to be something I’d done and the mural was the only thing I could blame. “No,” she answered. “Yes. The painting is wonderful, Tony. It’s beautiful. I couldn’t be prouder to be in anything. I’m sorry I blew up at you about it. It wasn’t the painting; it’s what I saw in the painting. It’s what I saw about all three...
“YOU TWO CAN USE THE SPA if you want to before bed,” Lissa said. “I’ve put clean towels in your room.” She was nervous. It was different than being with her before. She was ready to go to bed alone and send us to the guest room because of the boys. I could understand. Gosh. You don’t want your kids seeing an endless parade of sex partners staying in your bedroom overnight. But we weren’t an endless parade, and sex wasn’t strictly necessary for us to be together. This wasn’t going to...
SCHOOL WAS SCHOOL. I was finding it more tolerable now, partly because I was playing racquetball almost every day, and partly because Melody had moved into my dorm room. Twice, we’d managed to get Lissa to come and stay with us, and we were at her house all weekend. We were seeing more of Kate now, too. She was joining our little group for lunch most days and was proving to be more sociable than I ever imagined. She was still pretty shy, but every once in a while, she’d catch one of us off...
TEMPE WAS AWESOME—awesomely hot! It was close to ninety degrees when we landed and it was not going down. Fortunately, every place we went was air conditioned. Unfortunately, it was a real shock to walk into a cold room after being in the heat. I spent my time alternately sweating and shivering. We checked into our hotel and I was pleased that Lissa and I were next door to each other, though there wasn’t a connecting door like I’d hoped. I was wound so tight by the time we’d tossed our bags...
“TONY! YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE what happened.” She tossed an overnight bag on the floor and turned to give me a big hug. “Um ... uh ... Bree?” I asked, completely lost. “Well, at least you remembered my name. I came down this afternoon to cheer you on. I got so caught up in your match this evening that I never got to the hotel to check in. Can you believe they gave my room away? I am so miffed.” “What are you doing here?” I asked, still clueless. “I just explained. Sonia and I flipped a coin...
HE MUST HAVE SAID IT LOUDER than he intended because the ref’s whistle was blowing before the ball hit the front wall. “Technical foul. Poor sportsmanship. Deduction of one point. No serve.” Holy shit! In racquetball if you get called for a technical foul you lose a point, even if you don’t have a point to lose. I didn’t expect the refs here to be so hard on people. If he heard the comment, I figured it would merit a warning, but not a foul. We hadn’t really started the game yet and I was...
THAT WAS IT. It was over. I was trying to cram my swollen foot back into my shoe so I could get on the court and my coach was conceding the match for me. My coach. My lover. The one person in the world I trusted more than anyone else. She had asked me and knew I wanted to go to Nationals. But she threw it all out anyway. I guess I didn’t mean as much to her as I thought. How could she do this to me? Bree was leading my makeshift cheering section in a cheer of appreciation or something. My...
“DAD, I’D LIKE TO TELL YOU about my girlfriends,” I said, leaning over the seat to look at him. He’d jumped in the back of the car to give me room to stretch my swollen ankle. Well, there it was. I’d started the conversation. Dinner had been nice and I was finally feeling like I’d come to grips with the outcome of the tournament. If I’d gone back in to play, I might have beaten Rob, but there was an equal chance that I’d have done serious—maybe even permanent—injury to my ankle. That would...
I RECEIVED A BRONZE MEDAL at the awards ceremony Saturday afternoon and an official invitation to The Ektelon National Singles Competition. I had four weeks to heal, train, and pass all my classes. There was a lot to do. I had final projects in three classes, exams in two. I would have my portfolio review to determine my overall progress for the year. I’d be working out every day. Sam and Lissa had already worked out a rehab schedule for my ankle. Not only did I have to recover, but I needed...
I CAUGHT MRS. ANDERSON on her way to the floor and settled her gently. I didn’t attempt to revive her. I figured everybody could use the peace and quiet for a minute. I turned her over to Miss Stevenson and while she and one of the security guards tended to Mrs. Anderson, I took the opportunity to wrap Melody in my arms and surreptitiously text Lissa. “Dealing w/ Mel’s Mom. Not good. Available for lunch?” I got a message back almost immediately. “Ready in 20 min. Say where.” I comforted...
“I KNOW YOU WANTED to be face-to-face, Mel, but I think you should call your father. Don’t let the injury fester, and don’t let him find out about us from someone else—especially not your mother,” I said when we got to Lissa’s house. The boys were still out with Molly, so we had a little time to get Lexi settled before the tornadoes arrived. She decided to lie down for half an hour while she could. That’s when I made the suggestion to Melody. “I don’t know if I can. What do I say?” “Do you...
I WOKE UP sometime in the middle of the night. Maybe ‘woke up’ is too strong a term. I floated up out of sleep far enough to be cognizant of my erection pressed between Lissa’s thighs from behind. She floated with me and shifted just enough to guide me into her. For a long time, we drifted in and out of sleep as we made tiny movements, never sure if we were dreaming or awake. A feeling of deep contentment washed over me as I pressed my face against her shoulder and felt her nipple harden...
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IT DIDN’T SEEM like I’d been punished until I had to get up to go to Pilates on Saturday morning. Just getting out of bed was punishment enough, but Lissa pointed at the keys to the car and said to be back by noon, then she and Melody snuggled back into bed. There was no sign of Lexi. I assumed she’d returned last night. Molly had stayed with the kids at Jack’s house. This morning it was just me making coffee and eating toast. I got to the club in plenty of time and then the Pilates...
SATURDAY MORNING, after Pilates, I was delegated to pick up Sandra, Amy, and Kate and then ordered to drive all five girls to the mall for a beauty treatment. Yeah, I make it sound like I was really put upon, but just having those five in the car with me ... Well, the temperature was rising. The teasing kept me red in the face. When we got to the mall, Lissa sent me to her store and told me to ask for Rose. Rose would dress me. I was not to ask about prices since the purchase was going on...
“READY-DOWN. HUT!” Five very large linemen stepped forward as if to crush me when I walked through the door at Bree and Sam’s house. Before they could take another step, five extraordinarily beautiful young women stepped in front of me. The football players came to such an abrupt halt that one actually fell over backward. “Now that’s what I call an impenetrable line,” Sam laughed from nearby. “Welcome to Seattle Cascades University, Tony!” The line scrambled back to their feet and stepped...
ABOUT TEN MINUTES after we got in the door, while I was still trying to tactfully suggest that Lissa loan her car to Kate so the others could return to the dorms, Bree pulled into the drive and three more squealing girls came running into the house. I looked at Bree, Sonia, and Allison. “What are you guys doing here?” I asked. Okay, it was after midnight and I was a little slow on the uptake. “We told you,” Bree said. “Slumber party.” “Here?” It was clear that I’d been left out of the...
I WAS HAVING A WONDERFULLY delicious and naughty dream. Bree and Allison followed me to the big bed after passing me around to be kissed soundly by an entire harem of beautiful girls. Hands were running all over my body and my cock was fully erect and ready to explode. My lips were being covered with kisses. Tongues played in my mouth and dared my tongue to chase them. And then I felt lips on my erection. Lips and tongue and warm silky depths of her mouth taking me in. Bree and Allison...
WHEN I RETURNED TO THE LOWER LEVEL bearing two bottles of Prosecco, a bottle of peach juice, and the required ten glasses, the first thing I noticed was that no one had dressed. At least not in clothes. Melody had produced a dozen strips of fabric and the girls were busy draping them partially over their bodies, apparently making sure that their most delectable bits stayed exposed. The tableau setting had been rearranged and it looked like they were getting ready for another sketch. I groaned...
EVERYONE WAS FINALLY GONE. Bree drove Allison and Sonia back to her house. Wendy offered to give Amy, Sandra, and Kate a lift to campus. We’d cleaned up the trash and had a bag sitting by the garage door ready to take out, but the three of us were still naked, so we hadn’t taken it to the garbage cans yet. It was a regular receiving line on the way out. Every single girl gave each of the three of us a warm kiss on the way out the door. Even Sonia laid one on me. “What about the boyfriend?” I...
“TONY, LET’S PLAY ‘CHEESEY.” Oh crap! Not now! “I’m sorry, Damon,” I said to the boy standing behind me. “I have to work.” “Making pictures is work?” “It’s what I do in school.” “In first grade we learn to write.” Well, that was true enough. But right now, I was focused. That session Sunday afternoon was still fresh in my mind. I hadn’t been able to think of anything else all day. I sketched all through Art History in the dark. At lunch, I ran to Daniel Smith and picked up five 22 by...
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