Fourteen

A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE was on ice in our room with three glasses and a box of dark chocolate truffles. The truffles were my Dad’s idea and he’d taken care of it.

“More of Allie’s admirers?” Lissa asked, surprised. I acted all innocent and just shrugged my shoulders.

“Was she singing or having an orgasm?” Melody asked. “Mmm. Truffles!”

We decided to take a shower before we indulged in any kind of decadence, but the lure of champagne and chocolate—and our overfilled stomachs from pizza—kept our libidos in check while we all showered together. Not to say we didn’t do a lot of fondling and kissing and the girls felt it was absolutely necessary to be freshly shaved tonight, so I shaved and then realized they meant themselves, so I shaved again ... and again ... and made especially certain that everything was perfectly smooth.

We came out of the bathroom fresh, steamy, and slick. I opened the champagne like my dad taught me. “Son, the cork should come out of the bottle like the sigh of a contented woman.” So, there was no explosion or cork flying across the room and precious drops of wine spilled on the floor.

“Okay, before you get your champagne, you have to stand between the beds and face away from each other,” I directed.

“What’s this for, Tony?” Lissa asked.

“You knew about all this being here, Mr. Devious,” Melody chimed in.

“I have a surprise for you. Now here are the rules. You can’t move away from where you are. After our first toast, you can’t turn around and look at anything else. You can’t use your hands for anything but your champagne glass. And you can’t say anything—although I’ll make an exception for general moans and sighs,” I instructed.

“You’re sounding kinky,” Melody said.

“Fun!” Lissa volunteered. I handed them each a glass of champagne and we touched them together.

“Here’s to my true loves,” I said.

We all took a sip. I positioned them back-to-back with just enough room between for me to squeeze in. I set my glass on the bedside table. I reached around Lissa and hugged her to me, letting my hand trail lightly over her torso.

“The limitation of having just one boyfriend, my loves, is deciding who comes first,” I said. My fingers dipped down into Lissa’s pussy and she groaned, leaning back into me. I could hear Melody sigh. “You, my love,” I continued whispering into Lissa’s ear and tickling it with the tip of my tongue, “came first last night. So it’s Melody’s turn tonight.” I tweaked her nipples slightly and Lissa squeaked but kept from saying anything. Then I turned and embraced Melody.

“My dearest Melody,” I began. “You were the first to teach me about love. You helped bring me back to life and show me a light—a way to be happy.” I stroked her sides and cheeks, quickly down her legs and back up the inside, gliding past her sex and looping lightly around her breasts before I let my fingers slide up the curve and lightly pull at the nipples. While Melody was moaning, I pulled the first necklace out of the drawer of the bedside table. I held it so she couldn’t see what I was doing, just in case her eyes were open—which I doubted.

When I pulled the chain around her neck and she felt the weight of the pendant on her throat she let out a little involuntary “Oh!” but she stopped short of saying anything else as she reached up to touch the jewelry. I caught her hand and prevented her from touching it. “I will always love you,” I said as I pulled her hand down and allowed my own to return to her center, probing gently and sprinkling kisses down her neck and across her shoulders. This elicited a long drawn-out moan followed by a plaintive yip when I withdrew.

I turned to face Lissa’s back again and let my fingers caress her ears and down her neck and shoulders.

“Already?” she asked.

“Shhh,” I said as I continued exploring her body. “Lissa, you made love blossom, taught me how to love a lover or two, helped me find the skills to fight being out of control all the time, and made me a part of your family. I’ve never been so happy in my life.” I reached for the second necklace and drew it up beneath her chin and fastened it. She hadn’t stopped making little squeaking noises since I caressed her breast and they increased in volume as my hand neared her core.