Chapter 5: Needs More Rice

While Lisa attacked the kitchen, Chris led Steve back to the bedroom. She watched his limp sympathetically.

“What have the doctors told you? Can you get therapy, like a massage or see a physical therapist?”

“No, it’s a simple sprain. They suggested RICE to me.”

“Rice? Like for a wet cellphone?”

“No, it’s an acronym for Rest, Ice, Compression, and Elevation. I should be staying off of it, using an ice pack, using an elastic bandage, and keeping it elevated. The swelling has gone down, so I’m not icing it any more. And when I get out of bed, I use a stretchy fabric bandage to wrap it before I put on pants.”

“It’s simple, then. Steve, you’re staying in bed, and we will take good care of you. If I had known, I would have brought your breakfast here. Would you like some delicious Tylenol?”

“I’m beginning to believe that you are such a good cook, Chris, that you are capable of making drugs tasty. Do you mind checking my medicine cabinet? There might be a bottle behind the Cialis and the Viagra.”

He grinned at her. Chris knew he was full of shit and flounced off to the bathroom while swaying her naked butt for his entertainment.

“I found you some Advil; I’ll give you that until I can find you some acetaminophen.”

“Acetee-what?”

“Generic Tylenol. Aspirin, Aleve, Advil, and all those other pain pills they sell can be harsh to your stomach lining. My doctor clued me in. You need to heal so you can top me and Lisa; pin us to the mattress. OK?”

“So you’re nursing me in self-interest?”

“Exactly. Here’s some water; take your pill now. I’m going to get an extra pillow from your guest room to support your leg. Then, like Lisa said, I want to play with your eggs and show you that I too can offer you a quality blowjob.

“But first, mnph!”

“You kissed me!”

“Yeah, even though you have Advil breath. Let me get your pillow; do go anywhere.”

“Already, I’m getting attached to her. She’s sweet and funny. And super-sexy. Those tits! Can she blow me like Lisa—”

Chris returned, interrupting his thoughts.

“Here we go. Comfy?”

“Perfect. What should we talk about? News? Sports? How ‘bout those Niners ... ooh!”

Her hands gently closed over his balls, while her lips closed over the head of his cock. He felt an unusual combination of relaxation with increasing sexual tension.

“Different from Lisa, she’s not so forceful. Chris uses teasing and playfulness. Ah! She’s poking the slit on the end. It feels weird, but exciting. What’s that?”

“Hi, Lisa. Thanks for cleaning up. Chris wanted to give me a blowjob, too.”

“You poor man. Now you have to compare us without pissing us off. How are you going to do that?”

“I have no idea. All I know is that both of you are wonderful.”

Chris pulled free.

“Steve! Talk less; come faster. Lisa, he loves being kissed.”

Then her mouth closed back over his little head, now passing red on its way to purple. Chris tasted him for the first time. Before then, only Lisa had collected his emissions in her mouth.

If Steve could project his viewpoint from the ceiling above them, he would see that both women had their hands between their legs. Their dampened fingers fondled their little pearls, faster and faster.

Abruptly, he croaked, “Stop, Chris! Please!”

“You didn’t like it? You don’t want to come?”

“Chris, you’re wonderful. I’m loving it. But I want to have both of you, like last night. Will you come for me? Let me cool down off the edge. I want to be inside you, Chris. I want to be inside you, Lisa.

“To see your orgasms in my arms us the most incredible and amazing feeling. I’ve never felt this way before, so, ah, manly. Virile.”

“Both of you, your blowjobs are pure bliss. But my ecstasy is when I see you come, and I feel your muscles clench my cock. Your pulses are in same rhythm as mine are when I spurt into you.”

“Steve!” growled Lisa.

“Would you please stop with the girly speeches and fuck me? I want your cock! Chris, get off him so I can sit on it.”