Eight

ALLISON’S EYES BURNED INTO ME. I cringed, at least in my head—yeah, if looks could kill. I could almost feel my brain frying. Great timing. Does this feel right?

“I hope you mean: are you hard; am I wet; and is your cock lined up to penetrate my steaming twat?” Allison growled. She thrust her hips toward me, trying to force me into her. I backed off. I wasn’t teasing, exactly. Crap! What was I doing? “I’ve wanted this for a month, Tony. It feels good. Don’t get all moralistic on me now.”

“I don’t mean morally or ethically right, Allison. I’m asking if it’s right for us. Are we just going to screw and then go our separate ways? I don’t want that.”

“Shit! We’re really going to have this conversation now, aren’t we! Damn it!” Allison twisted out from under me and turned away. I saw her shoulders heave. “We’re going to talk about feelings and love and the future and when I say ‘no, it doesn’t feel right,’ we’re not going to do it, are we?”

She shook and sobbed, lying facing away from me, but not far enough for my cock to get the message that it was no longer needed. She felt my hardness and aggressively pushed her butt back into me for more contact. I wrapped her in my arms, spooned behind her.

“Allie,” I said, soothingly. “I’m sorry.”

She jerked her head toward me, tears glistening in her eyes.

“What did you call me?”

“Um ... Allie. I’m sorry if you don’t like it...”

“In all the time you’ve known me, you’ve never shortened my name, given me a nickname, called me by some little endearment. Why now, Tony? Why now?”

“I felt ... I’m sorry ... I just...” I wasn’t being very clear and I was probably sending messages that were as mixed as what I was feeling inside. “Geez, Allison, I don’t know.”

“Don’t stop!” she said, turning fully toward me and pressing herself against me. “Please don’t stop calling me Allie. No one has ever...”

“Shhh. It’s okay, Allie. I won’t stop.”

We held each other for long minutes. I was intensely aware of her nipples pressing against my chest and my cock lying against her stomach. We kissed—softly. It reminded me of the sensuous loving kiss she gave me during the contest when she mimicked Lissa. And that got me thinking about my two beautiful girlfriends back home.

“It’s the girl thing, isn’t it?” Allie whispered to me.

“What is?”

“The thing that’s not right. I think the world of Lissa and Melody,” Allie said. “And when a girl kisses me, I have to admit that I get squishy inside. Melody and Lissa, especially. But the thought of actually ... you know ... being with ... making love ... putting my face down there. Oh god! I just can’t imagine doing that. And you three are like one person ... well, in a way. No one could possibly be with one of you without being with all of you. And I can’t.”

Maybe that was it. Melody and Lissa had given me express permission to make love to Allison, fully anticipating a kiss-by-kiss replay when we were together. Somehow, actually being with Allison, though, made me feel apart from Melody and Lissa. It confused the hell out of me. Physically, my erection was straining my limits. Just being cuddled with Allison, I could feel her juices flowing onto my thigh where her pussy was pressed against me. Inside, though, I was aching to share this moment with Lissa and Melody. But that was still only part of it.