Opus One

Chapter 8: Allegro

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Richard woke up quite late, and he was the first to stir.  For a moment, he was startled by his location.  He figured he would have gone back to his room last night after a brief snooze.  Instead, it was late morning. 

Emily was still beside him, but Sandra had moved to Emily’s bed and was sleeping soundly.  Richard grinned as he saw the remains of the evening strewn about the room.  Playing cards were scattered on the floor, clothes sat in little piles, and two empty wine bottles stood on the table.  The blue Christmas lights were still on, although they were long outshined by the morning sun seeping in through the drawn blinds.

“Morning,” Emily said softly.

Richard turned to face her.  “Good morning.”

Emily smiled and stretched under the sheet.  Her leg rubbed against his, and she murmured quietly.

“Did Sandra get up already?” Emily asked with a frown.

“No, she’s in your bed,” Richard answered.

She lifted her head, looking over Richard at Sandra, and laughed quietly.  “I guess we kicked her out of her own bed,” she said.

“There wasn’t much room on the edge, I bet.”

“Maybe she fell out,” Emily said with a giggle. 

“I don’t know.  I was too out of it to hear it, if she did.”

“Oh, I don’t feel like getting up,” Emily said playfully, stretching again.  A breast peeked out from under the sheet.  She made no move to cover it.

“Me neither,” Richard agreed.  “But it’s after eleven.”

“Damn, are you serious?”  She looked at the clock.

Sandra stirred in the other bed.  “Hey,” she said, peering at Richard and Emily from under the sheet. 

“Someone’s been sleeping in,” Emily said.

“Look who’s talking,” Sandra retorted.

“Hey, we’ve been up for hours,” she said impishly.  “You know, doing stuff.”

Sandra laughed.  “Don’t tease me like that.  You both look like you just woke up.  I’m hungry.  What are we doing today?”

Richard looked at Emily.

“Why are you looking at me?”

“You’re our fearless leader,” Richard said simply.

Emily guffawed.  “Oh, I had no idea!”

“Well, I do need to practice,” Richard said, remembering his promise to himself.

“Last night wasn’t enough?” Sandra teased.

“Actually I got more done last night than I did in two hours during the day,” Richard admitted.  “But still...”

“Maybe you should always drag us to your practice room and play for us,” Emily said.

“Somehow I have a feeling that would get distracting pretty quickly.”

The girls laughed.  There was a slightly awkward pause as the three of them considered the situation at hand. 

Emily decided to lead by example, so she sat up and stretched.  “Let’s go get lunch.  I’m starving.  Move,” she said to Richard, tapping his arm.

Richard sat up and Emily got out of the bed.  Richard kept his eyes from lingering, and instead he watched Sandra, still covered by the sheet.  “When did you switch beds?” he asked her.

“I don’t know, probably when you started hogging my third of the bed.  I was clinging to the edge for a little while there.”

“Sorry.”

“It’s all right.  Emily’s bed is actually very comfortable.”

Sandra let out one more yawn and long stretch, and then got out of bed. 

For a few moments there was nowhere safe to look.  He didn’t know how they felt about him staring at them by the sober light of the morning, but when he saw the small smiles on the girls’ faces, he thought that perhaps he was being overly cautious. 

He threw the sheet and his remaining modesty aside and got out of bed.  Sandra and Emily eyed him for a moment.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing,” they said.  Then they all giggled.

“Shower time,” Emily said.

As the girls wrapped themselves in towels and headed to the bathroom, Richard donned his clothes and headed upstairs to his room. 

Jer was lying on his bed, listening to music with his eyes closed.  When he heard Richard shut the door, he looked up.

“Hey man.  What’s up?”  He didn’t look like he had gotten much sleep.

“Not much.”

“You look like you just got up.  Where have you been?”

Richard shrugged.  “Here and there.”

“Have you hooked up with one of those girls yet?”

“I ended up crashing in their room,” he admitted.

“With both of them?” Jer asked excitedly.

Richard realized he didn’t really feel like telling Jer every detail of his relationship status.

“I just hung out and fell asleep on the floor,” he said, trying to make it sound as boring and innocent as possible.

“Oh.  That’s cool.”  Jer noticeably calmed down.

“How was the party?”

“Great, man.  You missed a good one.  Jenna was so wasted!  It’s probably good you weren’t here last night.”

“Why is that?” Richard asked.

“She wanted to come over and keep partying,” Jer said, with a grin.

“Ah.  Well, as long as you didn’t use my bed…”

“Nah, plenty of room on the desk.”

“The desk?” Richard exclaimed.

“My desk, don’t worry,” Jer said quickly.

Richard laughed and looked at Jer’s desk, and noticed most of the desktop was cleared aside haphazardly.  He immediately saw a vision of Jenna bent over it, with Jer giving it to her from behind.  She’s kind of short, and these desks are tall.  Would she be on tiptoes? he wondered, before sweeping the vision away.

Richard grabbed his towel and clothes and headed for the door.  “Your desk will never look the same, Jer,” he said, shaking his head with a grin. 

Jer just sniggered.

“It’s only been two days!” Emily said.

“I know.  But I’m already getting tired of pasta and the salad bar,” Sandra said.  She was picking at the food on her plate.  “Hey, it’s the last night before school starts, let’s go out to eat tonight!”

Richard coughed exaggeratedly.

“I’ll pay,” Sandra continued.  “I have some money from my aunt.  And it’s her birthday tomorrow, we can celebrate that too!”

“A little desperate for excuses, aren’t we?” Emily teased.

“I’m not sure how long I’m going to last, eating here,” Sandra admitted.

“Fine, let’s go out tonight,” Richard said.  “But I’ll pay you back when I get my work study money.”

Sandra clapped her hands happily.  Richard sighed, wondering if he should just declare bankruptcy now.  He couldn’t even do laundry without borrowing quarters.

Richard got lucky and found a practice room with one of the good pianos.  It was not as nice as the large room he had played in last night with the girls, but those rooms were occupied as usual. 

He was excited to be practicing, and he wondered if last night’s revelation would still be as easy to translate to his fingers.  Moreover, would Ms. Tertychnaya notice on Wednesday?

After warming up, he pulled out the Beethoven from his set of books.  As he looked over the fingerings and markings, he could hear the music in his head.  The melodies still intertwined with each other, and he could still hear them all at once.  He began to play.

After a few minutes he stopped.  His fingers were not completely up to the task of playing what he heard in his head, but that was expected.  A small part of him hoped he would be fully ready to play in this new way, but he knew too well Mr. Schatten’s words:  Inspiration is instantly found; the technique to deliver it is built over time.

It was time to break down the fingerings and practice slowly. 

Four hours later, Emily popped into the room.  It was a welcome break.  Richard’s fingers were getting tired, and his back was sore.

“Hey.  How’s it going?” Emily asked.

“Good.  I’m making some progress.”

“Sandra will...” Emily began.  The door opened again, and Sandra came in.  “...be here any second.”

“Here I am!” Sandra announced merrily.

“You’re chipper,” Richard said, smiling at the two of them.

“No Tapler food tonight!”

“Where are we eating, anyway?” Richard asked.

“Hmm...  There’s a bunch of places up on Maple Avenue,” Emily suggested.  “We can walk that way.  It’s a bit of a hike, but it would be good to get some exercise after sitting in these rooms all day.”

“Sounds good to me,” Sandra said.  “Are you done for the day?” she asked Richard.

“Yeah, I think so.  I’m pretty tired and my back is tight.”

Emily whispered something to Sandra, and they both giggled.

“What?” Richard asked.

“Did we wear you out last night?” Emily said.

“Not up to the task?” Sandra teased.

“Um...”

“If you’re good at dinner, we’ll give you a massage tonight,” Sandra said, eyeing Emily.

Emily nodded.  “If you’re good,” she agreed.

“What does that mean?” Richard asked skeptically.

“Just be on your best behavior.”

“Didn’t know I was usually that bad,” Richard mused.

The girls laughed.  “Lobby in twenty minutes?” Emily suggested.

“Half-hour.  I need to shower.  This room’s an oven.”

“Come to the room when you’re ready, then,” Sandra said with a smile.

The shower was heavenly.  He let the music leave his body along with the sweat from the day’s effort, and when he got back to his room, he almost felt cool. 

“This heat is killer,” Jer remarked.  He was prone on his bed, doing nothing.

“Have you moved since this morning?” Richard asked him.

“Nah, I fell asleep.  Still chewing on this hangover, I guess.”

Does this guy ever practice? Richard wondered.

“What’s Jenna up to?” he asked Jer.

“She’s helping her roommate unpack.  Becky.  She just got here last night.  That’s why we had to use, uh, the desk.”

“No more sleeping in her room, then?”

“Nah, there’s no space now, anyway.  Boxes are everywhere.  God, her roommate has a ton of shit!”

Richard sniggered.  “Look who’s talking.”

“No, dude, I have nothing compared to her.  She has a full kitchen with her!  Microwave, blender… she’s like fucking Julia Child or something.”

“Could be worse.  You’ll be wishing you had that stuff in a few months when the cafeteria food gets old.”

“True.  Still...”

“Well, I’m going to go eat.”

Jer groaned and sat up on the bed.  “Wait up, I’m coming.”  He let out a loud yawn.

Richard turned to him apologetically.  “Actually, I’m going to Sandra and Emily’s room first.  And also we’re going out somewhere, for dinner.  Last night before school, you know.”

Jer’s eyes narrowed and he grinned.  “Bastard.”

“What!”

“Told you they liked you.”

Richard laughed.  “Yeah, you were right.  If you hadn’t pointed that out, I’m sure I’d be eating at the cafeteria now and going to bed early and alone.”

“And instead?” Jer prodded.

Richard just shrugged.

Jer jumped up and followed Richard out the door.  “All right, I’m gonna find Jenna.  Try to, anyway.” 

Jer considered for a moment as they entered the stairwell.  “Hmm…  Do I really want to go into their room right now?” he asked himself.

“You may get trapped forever,” Richard warned.  “But, at least you’d be able to cook.”

Jer guffawed, and then headed up the stairs.  “Have fun with your girlfriends,” he said, grinning.

Richard just raised a brow at him, and then went down the steps.

As he entered the hallway leading to the girls’ room, he paused.  They did say to be good.  He looked down at his clothes, and decided to put something a little nicer on.  He didn’t know where they would end up eating, but it couldn’t hurt to wear something better than old jeans.

“I don’t know what to wear,” Sandra said.  She was pulling things out of the drawer in her closet.

“Well, Richard’s going to be here any minute.”  Emily was lying on her bed, twiddling with the CD case Sandra had left out from the night before.  I have to get this CD, she thought. 

“Nah, he’s always late,” Sandra said.

There was a knock.  Sandra froze and looked at Emily, and then she laughed.  Instead of putting on some clothes, she answered the door in her towel. 

Emily chuckled.  Lately, there was a certain girlish quality about Sandra, which was endearing.

“I’m not ready yet.  Can you wait outside?” Sandra said to Richard.

A naughty response came to Richard’s mind, but he choked it off before saying it.  Be good.

“Of course,” Richard said. 

“I was kidding.  Come help me pick something to wear.”

“Me?”

“Is there anyone else standing in the hall?”

Sandra pulled Richard in and shut the door.

“Are you giving a recital tonight?” Emily asked him with an amused look.  He was in dressed all in black.

“Funny.”

“Looks nice,” she added sincerely.

Sandra pulled out a green summer dress and held it over the towel.  “This is one choice,” she said.

“I like it.  Wear that,” Richard indicated with a nod.

“Quiet.  I haven’t shown you all the choices yet!”

“All?” Richard asked.  “How many – ”

“Shh.”

Emily sniggered at the reprimand.  Sandra modeled a few more options, and Richard made sure to sit stone still at the desk until she was done.

“All right, which one should I wear?” she asked at last.

“I still like the first one,” Richard admitted.

“Okay.  Turn around so I can change.”

Richard smiled at the irony, but didn’t say anything as he turned and looked out of the window.  Be good.

“If you’re going to wear that, then I need to put on something nicer,” Emily said.

“Just let me know when it’s safe.  The view out the window is great,” Richard said wryly.

There was some rustling of clothes, and whispers and giggles from the girls.  Finally, Emily said they were ready.

Richard turned around, and stared for a few moments.  How did I get so lucky?  He was going out on a date with both of them, and they looked great.  Emily had changed into a skirt and top, and Sandra’s dress looked even better on her body.

“Shall we?” Sandra said.

“Can we just stay here?” Richard said, moving his eyes back up to theirs.

“No, don’t be silly.  We need to eat,” Emily said.  “Later, if you are a good boy...”

The selection of restaurants in the neighborhood on Maple Avenue was extensive.  Too bad I can’t afford to take them here every week! Richard thought.  The trio ended up at a nice Thai restaurant about a half mile from the dorm.

None of them had eaten Thai food before, so it took them some time to decide from the menu.  In a bit of showing off, Richard asked for his dish to be very spicy. 

That turned out to be a mistake.

“Holy crap, this is really hot!” he exclaimed after taking the first bite of the curry.  “But really tasty.”

“Well, you asked for spicy,” Emily pointed out.

“Yeah, but this is insane!  Back home, my mom grows hot peppers in our yard, and usually they’re not killer hot or anything, but sometimes you bite into one and it rips your head off.”

“So you’re used to it, then,” Sandra said.

“No, this is way worse!”

Emily laughed.  “Have some more wine.  It will take the edge off, one way or another.”

Richard could already feel the heat spreading through his body.  He took another sip of wine.

“So what are your schedules tomorrow?” Sandra asked.

“I just have ear training and piano class,” Emily said.

“What do we do in piano class?” Sandra asked.

“Learn to play piano, I guess.”

“I already play some,” Sandra said.

“Maybe you can test out of it,” Richard offered.

“Maybe.  Are you in the twelve o’clock class?” Sandra asked Emily.

“Yeah,” Emily said.

“Cool, me too.  I have German at eight, though.  Looks like I won’t be sleeping in much this year.”

“Ouch.  My earliest class is at ten,” Emily said.

“You suck.”

“How many languages do you know, anyway?” Emily asked.

“Just Italian and French.”

“Just,” Emily echoed, raising her brow.  “What are you doing tomorrow, Richard?”

Richard was chewing so he held up a finger. 

“You’re all red,” Sandra observed with a grin.

Richard swallowed.  He wasn’t sure if his tongue was still in his mouth or if it had melted away.

“Hot,” he gasped.  “Whew.  This is good, though.  The flavors are incredible.”

“Mine too,” Sandra agreed.

“Tomorrow I have English, and ear training,” Richard said.

“English.  That sucks,” Emily said.

“Don’t laugh.  English is not even my first language.”

“Did you grow up in Italy, then?”

“No, but we speak Italian at my house.  We do have a house in Italy and we spend summers there sometimes.”

“You have a house in Italy?” Sandra exclaimed, her mouth half full.  She closed it.  “Sorry.”

“Yeah,” Richard said nonchalantly, though his insides surged at her excitement.

Sandra looked at Emily wide-eyed.

“That’s so cool!  When will you take us there?” Sandra asked.

“Um, when my work study money comes in next week?”

Emily coughed up her wine in a spurt of laughter.

“I’m ready,” Sandra said.  “Any time.”

“After class tomorrow, then,” Richard said.

“Oh, how I wish, Richard,” Sandra said warmly.  “I have few dreams, and one of them is going to Italy.  Tell me your house is in the countryside.”

“It is.”

“Oh!  In the hilly farmlands?”

“Yeah, pretty much.  Right in the middle of the country, a few hours outside of Rome.”

“You promise to take me someday?”

“Sure.  I don’t know if we’re going this summer, but...”

“Someday.”

He nodded.  “Someday.”

From the enchanted look on Sandra’s face, Richard had a feeling he was being good, so far.

Not long after finishing the last of the wine, Richard could feel his mouth again.  The heat from the dish dissipated surprisingly quickly. 

As Sandra and Emily were figuring the bill, a rumble shook the restaurant slightly.

“What was that?” Sandra asked.

“Sounded like thunder,” Richard said.

Within a few seconds, it began to rain.

“Uh-oh.”

“Anyone have an umbrella?” Emily asked.

“Maybe it will pass quickly,” Richard said.

It did not.  After twenty minutes, the rain was still steady.

“I guess we’re getting wet tonight,” Richard said, as they stood in the foyer watching the rain.

Emily gave him a look.  “Is that all you’ve been thinking about this whole time?”

“What?  Hey, that’s not what I meant!”

“What do you think?” Emily asked Sandra.

“Cab?”

“I don’t care.”

“Me neither,” Sandra said.  I’m feeling a little daring, tonight, she thought.

“Let’s go then,” Emily said, pushing the door open.

“We’re walking home in this?” Richard asked.

“Yeah, so?”

Richard shrugged.  “What about your shoes and clothes?  And Purses?”

“They’ll dry,” Sandra dismissed.

“And then we have an excuse to take the clothes off when we get back.  I thought you’d at least like that,” Emily said, looking Richard in the eye.

Richard needed no further convincing.  He wasn’t sure if his shoes would survive the walk all that well, but he didn’t really care much at that moment. 

He went out into the sidewalk and held the door open for the girls.  The first hit of rain was startlingly cold, but then it turned refreshing.

“It’s really coming down,” Sandra said, as they started the fifteen minute walk back to the dorm.

Quite soon they were completely soaked.  Sandra’s dress clung to her body so tightly that Richard could see the outline of her underwear.  The sight was intoxicating, and he couldn’t help but feel aroused. 

Emily’s clothing was less susceptible to clinging, but her white top became somewhat translucent, and Richard wondered if she ever wore a bra.

“Won’t have to shower for a few days after this,” Richard said.

“Eew.”

“Just kidding.”

Richard took Emily and Sandra on each arm, and they walked in lockstep, splashing in the puddles and singing random songs.  Much laughter punctuated the night.

Richard had let his hands slip down their backs and onto their butts.

The movement seemed to be ignored until Emily spoke.

“Are you comparing asses?”

“No!” Richard answered, feeling his face heat up.

“Let’s cut through the park.  We can save a little time,” Emily said.

“What, so we don’t get as wet?” Sandra said sarcastically.

“No, so we can get back to the room faster.”  And take these clothes off, she left unsaid.

They cut across the grass through the park.  As they left the glow of the streetlights, Richard noticed mud accumulating on his black shoes.  Definitely will need a new pair after this, he thought.

“What’s that?” Sandra asked, pointing to a red glow between some bushes, just visible in the darkness.

Sandra pulled them over to it.  They entered the circle of high trimmed bushes through a lone gap.  In the center was a circular fountain, surrounded by a garden of  peonies.  The water was still running in the fountain, despite the rain, and it was illuminated by a red light from inside the basin.

The trio moved to the edge of the fountain.  The bottom was full of shiny coins, reflecting the red light in shimmering flashes.

“Hey Richard, look: now you can pay Sandra back,” Emily said, pointing to the coins.

They all laughed.

“This is cool,” Sandra said, gesturing to the enclosure.  “It’s like its own little world.”

“Yeah,” Emily and Richard agreed.

Sandra pulled Richard around and kissed him.  Evidently, Sandra was as aroused as Richard was, and soon their hands were all over each other’s bodies.  Sandra’s clinging dress was hardly a barrier for Richard to feel her supple flesh underneath. 

“I feel like doing something crazy,” Sandra whispered into Richard’s ear.

Those words made Richard tense with excitement.

“What?”

“I want to do it right here.”

“Right here?”

“Yeah.”  Sandra gently bit his ear.

Richard considered the risk for a moment.  No one will come here in this rain unless they are crazy.

He whispered back to Sandra.

Emily watched as Sandra reached under her dress and pulled off her underwear.  She worked it down around her legs, and then threw it onto the fountain ledge with a wet splat.

Sandra wrapped her legs around Richard’s middle and kissed him hard.  Her pale form was such a contrast to Richard’s night-black outfit.  It was almost as if she was floating in the air.

Richard let her slide off him, and he whispered in her ear again.

“Sit on the fountain,” she said quietly.

Richard sat on the low ledge, near to Emily.  He looked at her, and she gave him an encouraging smile.  She wasn’t sure if she was more excited at being able to watch this risky act, or at the possibility they would be caught. 

Richard undid and lowered his pants.  Emily reached out and stroked him a few times, watching the rainwater splash off of him.  On impulse, she bent over and took him into her mouth, shuddering as the cool rainwater ran over her face and across her lips.  Richard let out a surprised groan as Emily warmed him up.

After a few strokes, she let off and sat up again. 

Sandra was watching raptly.  “That was so hot,” she said, transfixed.

“I’ll go keep watch,” Emily offered, standing up.

“No one will come here in this rain,” Sandra said, stopping Emily with a hand on her arm.

“We did,” Emily pointed out.

“Just stay.”

Emily sat again and watched as Sandra approached Richard.

“Sit sideways,” she said.

Richard swung a leg over the ledge and into the water basin, and in the process knocked Sandra’s panties into the fountain.

“Oops,” he said.

“Just leave them,” Sandra said, as he started to reach for them.

She climbed onto Richard’s lap, parting her dress to give their bodies access to each other.  After some shuffling around, the mechanics weren’t working.  Sandra couldn’t balance herself on the ground or in the basin, and almost fell into the fountain during one readjustment.  Finally Sandra stood again, laughing a little.

“Shouldn’t be this hard,” she said.

Emily didn’t mind.  The delay was just making her more excited. 

Richard sat facing out from the fountain again, and Sandra backed against him and lowered herself.  She flipped her dress out of the way, and guided Richard into her.  Emily watched as she sank herself fully onto him.

Richard let out another satisfied moan as Sandra began to move.  From his position, her hips flared out towards him enticingly.  He traced two fingers down her spine, pushing her body away from his.  Bent at the waist, she could take him even a little deeper. 

Richard started thrusting off the ledge.  Their bodies impacted with a smack as they came together. 

The rain grew even stronger, in parallel with their passion.  Emily was having trouble seeing, as the rainwater dripped down her forehead and into her eyelashes faster than she could bat it away.

Richard leaned back and really pounded her as hard as he could.  His butt bounced off the ledge as he rose to meet Sandra.

Sandra soon got noisy as she reached a plateau of pleasure.  Her movements grew erratic, and a few seconds later there was a large splash as they fell into the fountain.  Evidently, in the heat of the moment, Richard’s hands had slipped of the edge of the ledge.  In desperation, he had grabbed at Sandra.  Unfortunately for them, she was just pushing back to meet him, and her momentum carried them both into the fountain. in a rather ungraceful back flip.

For a moment, Emily watched her two friends flail in the red foot-deep water.  Then they found the surface and came up sputtering. 

“Damn, are you all right?” Emily asked.

Sandra started laughing uncontrollably.  It was infectious, and soon the three of them were mixing tears of humor with the still copious rain on their faces.

Sandra reached out to Emily, and she jumped into the fountain to join them.  The three of them sat in the water, laughing and reliving the climactic fall. 

Just when things were getting calm, Sandra pointed to Richard.  Sandra’s panties were sitting on his shoulder, unseen until then since the black matched that of his shirt.

Another round of laughing ensued, and her underpants were thrown around a few times until Richard hung it on a piece of filigree on the stone fountain.  The panties dripped off rainwater like a little black flag.

“Let’s go back to the room,” Sandra said suddenly.

“You mean you don’t want finish up right here?” Emily teased.

“Nah, I need to shower.  This water is probably not the best to be in.”

The three of them climbed out of the fountain.  Richard handed Sandra her underwear.

“Nah, leave it there.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, why not?  I’m not going to put them on after they were in there,” she said, pointing to the basin.

Richard grinned and replaced the panties on the fountain.  “It’s a sign: We Were Here!”

“Great, now there’s going to be a bunch of stalkers here waiting for us to come back, once they see that,” Emily said.

Once free of the water, they straightened their clothes.  A coin clinked to the stone ground that surrounded the fountain.  Richard felt around for it and picked it up.  It was a nickel. 

He tossed it into the fountain, wishing that whoever had made their wish with that coin would have their wish come true.

“We look a wreck,” Sandra said, as they opened the door to the dorm building.  Luckily, her ID card still worked in the card reader.

“My wallet is toast,” Richard said, fingering the soggy folds of the leather.

“Good thing you don’t have any money in there,” Emily teased.

Richard made a face at her.

They went by the common room, where a large number of people were watching a movie.  Everyone looked up as the trio passed.

As they went up the stairs, Sandra started laughing.

“I can’t believe I just walked by the common room looking like this!”

“Why?”

“I’m practically nude!” she exclaimed, just as Jer and Jenna came into the stairwell.

“I’ll say,” Jer said appraisingly. 

Jenna backhanded his arm.  “Jer!”

“What happened to you three?” he asked.

“Um, it’s raining, if you haven’t noticed,” Richard said. 

Sandra hurried by Jer and Jenna.  “I’ll meet you in the room, all right?”

Richard and Emily nodded as Sandra slipped out of the stairwell and into the hallway.

“Ever heard of umbrellas?” Jer asked.

“They don’t exactly sell them at the restaurants around here,” Emily said.  She made no effort to cover her chest, which was partially visible through her shirt.  And her nipples are still hard, Richard noticed. 

“True,” Jer agreed.  “Anyway, Richard, we were just looking for you.  There’s a message from your dad.  Not sure what he said, since most of it was Russian, or whatever, but at the end he said ‘Call me as soon as you can.’”

“It’s Italian, man!”

“I know, I’m just fucking with you.  See you later.”

Richard and Emily went to the room.  Sandra was just heading to the bathroom with a towel.

“I’ll be right out,” she said.

“I think I’ll shower too,” Richard said. 

Emily shrugged.  “All right, that seems to be the thing to do.”

“Twenty minutes?” Richard asked.

“Just come when you’re done.”

The message from his dad didn’t sound particularly urgent, but he still called home. 

“Hey, Papa.”

“Riccardo!  Good to hear from you.”

“What’s up?”

“Everything is good.  How are things there?  You haven’t called in a few days.”

“I’m not going to call every day,” Richard said patiently.  “You said to call you back?”

“We were just wondering how practicing was going, and if you are ready for class tomorrow.”

“Yeah.”

There was a pause.

“Are you in a hurry?” Vittorio asked.

“Sort of.  I’m meeting some friends.”

“Oh.  Good.  Don’t stay up too late.  When is your next lesson?”

“Wednesday.”

“How is practice?”

“Good.  Hey, let me call you tomorrow, after class.  Then I’ll have more to tell, all right?”

“Okay, Riccardo.  Don’t forget.”

“I won’t.”

“We love you.”

“Love you too.”

Richard hurried to the shower.  The sooner he cleaned up, the sooner he could return to the girls’ room.

He took a deep breath and knocked.  Emily opened the door, wearing a towel. 

The room was dim, again lit by just the blue Christmas lights.  Music played faintly in the corner.  At first, Richard couldn’t see anything when Emily closed the door, but as his eyes adjusted, he saw Sandra lying on her bed.  She was completely nude.  Richard turned to Emily, and she had discarded the towel.

“What do you think?” Emily asked.

“Beautiful,” Richard said before thinking.

“I wasn’t talking to you, silly.”

“I think he’s been good enough,” Sandra said, answering Emily.

“You are overdressed,” Emily said. 

Richard took off his clothes and tossed them aside.

“Time for a massage,” Emily said gently.  “Lie down.”

Richard lay on his front on Emily’s bed, and the girls climbed in next to him.

“Does your back still hurt?” Sandra asked, as she rubbed it gently.

“It’s better...”

“Oh, then I guess we can stop,” Emily said.

“...but still in pain.  Lots of pain, actually.”

Emily chuckled. “Guys.”

They treated Richard to an exquisite massage.  They took their time, slowly working on his back and butt.  They explored his skin, and his muscles, and his frame, and his pulse.  Four hands seemed like eight at times.

“Turn around,” Emily whispered.

Richard did, allowing his semi-erect penis to spring fully to life. 

At the start of the massage, he had jokingly challenged himself to stay soft for the massage.  That proved to be impossible.  This was not an ordinary massage.  Their touches were more sensual than anything else.

Richard closed his eyes as they rubbed his chest.  The feelings were heavenly.  And why shouldn’t they be?  This is paradise! he thought.

Inevitably, one of the girls began to stroke him.  He didn’t open his eyes to look, but he thought it was Sandra. 

He gasped as one of them took him into his mouth.  Again, he thought it was Sandra.  For a time he just let himself enjoy the sensations.

“I’ve never done that.”

Richard opened his eyes in surprise at Sandra’s voice.  It was Emily after all.  And Sandra has never given a blowjob?

Emily worked a little longer, and then pulled off with a pop.  “It’s no big deal,” she said.

“Um, yeah it is,” Richard said.

Emily looked at him levelly.  “I mean it’s no big deal that she hasn’t given one, Richard.”

“Oh, right, sorry.  I meant that it really feels good.  In that way, it is a big deal.”

“Billy never asked, so I never did it,” Sandra explained.

“Billy?” Emily asked.

“My high school boyfriend,” Sandra explained.  She waved Billy away with her hand.  “Can I try?”

“No,” Richard joked.

Emily moved aside.  Luckily for Richard, Sandra ignored him and gave it a try.  She seemed unsure of what to do, and pulled off.

“Use your tongue,” Emily said.  She watched attentively as Sandra explored the tip with her tongue. 

She moved more of him into her mouth.

“Move back and forth.  Just like having sex,” Emily urged.

Sandra did so, slowly working her lips around him.  Everything was wet and warm now.

“Move your hand, too,” Emily said.

He had been close to coming at the fountain when events turned unfortunate.  Now Sandra’s mouth on him brought him back to that brink again.  And with the length of time he had been aroused this evening, he felt like he was going to burst.

“I hate to spoil the lesson, but if you keep doing that...” he said, voice tight.

Sandra redoubled her efforts at that. 

Richard gasped.  “Um... here it comes.”

Sandra continued to bob.  Richard warned once more with a few groans, and then let loose.  After the first shot, Sandra pulled off and coughed.  She never stopped stroking him as she wiped at her mouth.

“Whoa, that was way more than I expected!  Sorry!”

Richard tightened on the bed as long jets shot out onto his stomach.

“Whoa is right!  Didn’t you come at the fountain?” Emily asked.

“No,” Richard managed between breaths.

“Ah,” Emily said knowingly.  She grabbed some tissues and they wiped Richard off.  After getting him clean, Sandra and Emily laid down to either side of Richard.

“This bed isn’t any bigger than mine.  How come I’m always on the outside?” Sandra asked.

“Bad karma,” Emily said.

Richard finally felt grounded again.  “That was a nice massage, thanks.”

“You’re welcome.”

“That was a lot,” Sandra said.

“The fountain got me excited,” Richard said.

“Obviously.  I can’t believe I actually did that!  Someone could have seen us!” Sandra exclaimed, and started giggling.

“It was pretty wild,” Richard agreed.

“And a smash ending, too,” Emily added.

“I’ve never done anything like that,” Sandra said.  “Not even close.  But it was really exciting,” she added quietly after a pause.

The three of them lay there for a while, lost in their own thoughts.  The rain outside gave a steady peppering of sound that the music in the corner intermingled with.

“This music is making me sleepy,” Emily said.  She crawled over Richard and Sandra, and went to look for something more active in her CD collection.

Richard got up as well.  He was ready to go again, and he knew Emily had to be ready.  He didn’t want to neglect her.

For a moment, he watched Emily slightly bent over the desk, looking at CDs.  Her bottom was very enticing.  She turned and caught him looking, and wiggled her hips slightly.

Sandra watched Richard move behind Emily.  He wrapped his arms around her chest and pulled her away from her task, turning her head for a hard kiss.  His hips pressed against her butt, and she arched her back to push back against him.

“You’re not letting me change the music,” she said distractedly.

Richard let go of the kiss and pushed her body to the desk.  Emily complied, pushing things aside on the desktop.  Some CDs clattered to the floor. 

Richard looked down and saw that Emily was on her toes.  He almost let out a small chuckle at the coincidental reenactment of his earlier vision of Jer and Jenna.

Emily was very aroused and wet, and took him easily.  A surprised moan of pleasure escaped her lips as he pushed himself against her butt.  He took his time, caressing her back while he remained motionless inside of her. 

Emily grabbed hold of the edges of the desk as Richard began to pump his hips.  The way she was pressed against the desk made her body stay firm to his movements, and it felt different to Richard from the fluid romp at the fountain with Sandra.  He could feel the friction as he rubbed across her insides.  By moving up and down himself, he could change his angle and feel her differently.

“Faster,” Emily murmured.

Richard began to thrust with vigor now, caught up in the carnality of the act. 

The night before everything was so slow and sensual.  He felt connected to the girls’ very thoughts.  Tonight the connection was more between their bodies.  It was satisfying in a different way.

Sandra was watching Richard as he drove into Emily a little harder each time.  Emily was still quiet, but clearly in ecstasy; her eyes were squeezed shut, and her fingers were white from gripping the desk.  Her breath came out in a little burst whenever Richard bottomed out in her.

Sandra stood and moved behind Richard, staring intently at his back.  She ran a finger down his spine, and then caressed his shoulders.  Moving to his side, she stroked his chest. 

If someone had told her a few weeks ago that she would be watching this, she would have first dismissed it as impossible.  Then she would have thought it very weird.

And yet, here she was.  The sight was undeniably arousing.  Thoughts flooded through her head.  How many times can  Richard come?  What would he taste like right now?  What is Emily feeling?

Sandra ran her hand down Richard’s front.  He let out a slight murmur, and looked into Sandra’s eyes.  Her hand passed his bellybutton and she began to feel Emily bumping against the back of her hand.  Lower still she wandered and Richard slowed a little.  He pulled out some as Sandra gripped him.  She stroked him a little, and both of them let out moans. 

Sandra slid the tip back and forth along her wet opening. 

“Richard, you’re killing me,” Emily gasped, eyes still squeezed shut.

Richard and Sandra smiled at each other.  Emily didn’t know Sandra was involved.

Evidently it felt good to Richard, because he suddenly grabbed Sandra’s head and pulled her in for a passionate kiss. 

For a moment, Richard lost track of where he was.  He was stimulated completely, and he just let the pleasure consume his thoughts.

Emily pushed back and against him now, adjusting her legs to get back from the desk some more.  Sandra slipped her hand off of Richard and he disappeared into Emily again.

In a final rush of exertion, Richard pounded Emily until he was ready to finish.  Sandra continued to kiss him, running her tongue in and out of his mouth as he climaxed.  He was surprised at the power of his orgasm, his second in so little time. 

Emily was a mess on the table, rigidly shaking and moaning softly now.  Sandra had her hands all over his body, and her tongue was aggressive.  Richard continued to thrust through the hypersensitive feelings he felt after coming, trying to will his body not to stop. 

Emily finally went limp on the desk, her hands trembling as they released the wood.  Richard slowed his movements, and then pulled out of her.  He was dizzy.  Sandra was watching him with a smile.

“That was amazing,” she said.

“Yeah.  I’m all lightheaded.”

“Lie down,” she said gently.

Richard lay on the rug and tried to regain his breath.

“Are you all right?” Sandra asked Emily.

“Yeah.  My insides are vibrating.  It’s like he’s still in there,” Emily said.

“Come relax,” Sandra said.

The three of them sprawled on the rug.

“That was really good,” Emily finally said.

“Yeah,” Richard agreed. 

“I never changed the music, though.”

“Sorry.”

Sandra rolled over and threw a leg over Richard.  She drew it slowly up around him. 

“That made me very excited,” she said softly.  She reached a hand down to feel him.  “How many times can you do it?”

“I don’t know.  Probably again.  But I need some time.”

“Take all the time you need.”

With that, Sandra rolled onto Richard, and began rubbing her body against him.  Richard knew that it wouldn’t be long before she would get a response.

Emily laughed.  “Sandra, you’re going to kill him!” she exclaimed.

I could think of worse ways to go, Richard thought with a grin.

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