Opus One

Chapter 27: Romanza

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“Surprise!”

Richard stood in the doorway, dumbfounded.  His mouth moved, but he made no sound. 

Then he ran out and hugged her, lifting her off the ground and swinging her around on the patio.  When he started feeling dizzy, he let her down gently and kissed her long and hard.

She giggled when he finally let her breathe.  “Happy to see me?”

“Am I ever!”

“Told you I was sending you something.”

“But… How did you get here?”

“My dad had some business at Lincoln Center.  He chose today, so he could take his new lady out on a date, too.”

“And you tagged along?”

“Yup.”

“Wow.”

Richard stood back and examined Emily from a few paces away, as if to make sure it was her. 

“I still can’t believe you are actually standing in front of me!  How long are you here for?”

“We go back tomorrow morning,” she said, pouting.  “It’s a really quick trip.”  Then she perked up again.  “But at least I can hang out with you today.  I know you’re busy with friends tonight, though,” she said teasingly.

“Friends?” Richard said, frowning.  “What friends?”

Emily smirked.  “Ouch!  Glad to know you’ll be there for me and Sandra when we need you someday.”

“My plans for the day vanished the minute I saw you,” Richard said, hugging her again.

“Sorry that I’m only here for the day.”

“That is way better than not being here at all,” Richard said, smiling at her.  Then he looked back towards the door.  “Oh, crap, I left Sandra waiting on the phone!”

“I know,” Emily said, grinning.

“What?  Wait, is she coming too?”

“No,” she said, wistfully.  “But she wanted to be on the phone when I got here.”

Richard pulled her into the house and picked up the receiver.

“Hello?”

“I’m so jealous!” Sandra said, laughing.

“I can’t believe Emily’s here.  In my house!”

“I know.”

“Hi Sandra!” Emily called out.  “Made it safe!”

“Hi Em!  What did you think when you saw her, Richard?” Sandra asked.

“I don’t know.  I was in complete shock, for like… five seconds!”

Sandra tittered.  “That’s so cool…  Well, call me later.  I’m sure you two have things to catch up on,” she said knowingly.  “Damn, I wish I was there!”

Richard smiled.  “We do too, Sandra.  We’ll call you later.”

They said goodbye, and then Richard hung up.  He turned to Emily, grinning broadly.

“My lips hurt from smiling,” he said.

“Then do something else with them,” Emily suggested, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Richard felt like he was kissing her for the first time.  His body was awash with warm feelings as they pressed their faces together.

“Now my lips hurt from kissing,” he said, looking into her eyes.

Emily smiled and rubbed her nose against his.

“Sorry to spoil the mood, but where’s your bathroom?  I haven’t peed since I left the house this morning!”

Richard laughed good naturedly.  “Follow me.  Did you fly then?”

“Yeah.  I called you from LaGuardia this morning.”

“No wonder it was so loud!  I thought something was weird.  Did your dad drive you up here?”

“No, I took a taxi.  It took a little while to find a cab driver who knew where your street was.”

“It’s a big city,” Richard said.  “Here you go.”

Emily sat down without hesitation, making Richard smile a little.  “So what are we doing today?”

Richard shrugged.  “I don’t know.  I’ve only had two minutes to think about it.  What do you want to do?  We can go out, or stay here.  My family is coming over for dinner tonight.  We can go down into the city…”

“Whatever you want.  I just want to be with you.  Are your folks still out?”

“Yeah.  They’ll probably be back around lunch time.”

Emily finished up and peered into the adjoining room.

“My room,” Richard said. 

“Cool.”  She entered, and looked around.

“So, how about one of your famous espressos?” she asked.

“Sure.  I was just making one when Sandra called.”

“Oh, thanks!  You should make another for yourself, then,” Emily said, smiling impishly.  She stepped out into the hall and examined the pictures hanging on the wall.  “Go ahead.  I want to look at these.  Is this you…?  Aw, you were so cute!”

He kissed her cheek.  “I’ll be in the kitchen.”

Richard ground some more beans, and then packed the sieve with the finely ground coffee, still in disbelief.  As he lined up two cups under the machine, he considered the conflict that had suddenly been presented to him.  Smiling to himself, he made his decision fairly quickly.

Since Emily hadn’t appeared by the time he stopped the machine, he fingered the two cups and went back to his room.  The door was closed, so he pushed it open with his foot.

Emily was looking at some pictures, lying face down on his bed and pointing away from him.

She was also completely naked.

Richard stared for a moment, questioning his earlier decision, and then let out a pleased murmur as he closed the door to his room.

“Bed’s comfy,” Emily said nonchalantly.

“I see you’ve made yourself at home.”

She wiggled her bottom at him.

“Here’s your espresso.”

Emily flipped over and sat up, pulling her knees up to her chest.  Richard kept his eyes fast on hers as he handed her the cup.

“Miss me?” she asked, eyes sparkling.

“Like crazy.”

She let her legs open slowly.

Richard kept his eyes on her face, keeping his smile small.

“I’m not looking…” Richard teased.

It was Emily who laughed first.  She sipped from her cup, hummed in pleasure, and then set it down on the night table.

“That’s really good… So when’s the last time you had a naked babe in your room?” she asked.

“Never.”

“Oh, come on.  Really?”

“Not in here.”

Emily put her hand to her mouth and opened her eyes wide.  “Oops.  Then I’ve desecrated your room…”

Emily swung around and got up off the bed across the room from Richard.  He took in her form as she peeked out the window for a few moments. 

She finished her coffee, turned to him, and walked around the bed.  After taking his cup from him and setting it aside, she kissed him passionately.

“Have you ever done that in here?”

“Well, I’ve kissed in here.  But never like that…”

Emily put his hand onto her breast, and moved it slowly. 

“How about this?” she asked, watching him closely.

“Um…  Once.”  Richard smiled.  “In here,” he clarified.

Emily raised her brows slightly for an instant, and then moved his hand downwards.

“This?” she murmured.

“Nope.”

“This?” she whispered in his ear.

“Nope.”

Emily disappeared from before his eyes.

“Haven’t done that either,” Richard said, after a few moments passed.

Richard closed his eyes and basked in the feeling.  Then he moved back from Emily and pulled her up. 

He kissed her, again feeling like it was the first time. 

He guided her down onto the bed.  Emily looked up at him expectantly.

“I take it you’ve never done it with anyone on your bed, then?”

“No.  And I don’t plan on doing so,” Richard said, grinning.

“Ooh, where will you take me, then?  On the piano?”

Richard chuckled.  “No.  No naked babes allowed on the piano.”

Richard knelt down, and kissed her inner thighs. 

“Oh, is that some rule I don’t know about?”

Emily trailed off, as he traveled along her legs towards where they met.

He took his time, exploring areas he’d not kissed in what seemed like an eternity.  Knowing the teasing that was to come later, he decided to return the favor before he even received it.

Emily began to grow a little desperate as he kept avoiding any strong stimulation.  Every time he touched on a sensitive spot, she’d moan in pleasure, only to have him move elsewhere.

At last, Richard closed her legs and pushed them up towards her chest.  Very gently, he started to pleasure her directly with his tongue.  Emily’s throat suddenly went into gear, as she realized that the teasing was over.

With some help from his fingers, he lavished attention on her as she started to climb up through the plateaus of pleasure. 

When she began to grow quiet, Richard knew she was close.  A few moments later, Emily tensed up and held her breath.  Richard smiled as he felt the slight shudder. 

He eased away from her, still caressing her with his hands.  Emily responded with little murmurs each time he ran his finger across her sensitive spot.  She came down gently, and then sighed.

“God, that is so much better than what I’ve been doing,” she said.

“Glad you liked it,” Richard said.

Emily sat up, and Richard winced at her still wild look.  Clearly that was not going to be enough for her.

Now the real fun begins…

“So.  If we’re not going to do it on the bed…”

Richard shrugged, standing back and watching her with a grin.

Emily stood up in front of him, running her hands over his shirt.  After Richard didn’t react, Emily shrugged. 

“Well, if you’re not going to tell me…”

Emily turned and looked around at the room.  She walked over to the desk, and moved a few items.  Then she bent over to lay her body on it, turning her head to look at him questioningly.

Richard just shook his head.

Emily frowned and then stood up, lips pursed as she scanned the available areas.  She pointed to the floor.

Richard again shook his head.

Emily pointed.  Closet?

Negative.

There was nowhere else in his room to suggest.  She walked past him towards the bedroom door.  Richard considered stopping her, but he was too amused by her search for a place, so he followed with a smile.

She peeked out into the hallway, listening.  Not hearing anyone, she stepped out.  Richard followed as she walked cautiously through the house.  As she saw places that looked like possibilities, she pointed silently and expectantly, only to have her eyebrows fall as Richard shook his head.

When the kitchen table was also rejected, Emily finally let out a huff.

“Okay, Richard, I give up.  Tell me, take me, whatever!  I just want you to fuck me!” she said, grabbing at his clothes.  She unzipped his fly.

“Not going to happen.”

Emily laughed as she reached into his pants to stroke him.  “Whatever!”

“I’m serious.”

Emily looked up at him, staying her hand.  “Why not?”

“I said I was waiting until the tenth of January.  I meant it.”

Emily cracked up.  For a long time, she couldn’t speak.  Finally she got some words out.

“Oh, Richard!  You are such a tease.  Now, will you take me back to your room and fuck me silly?  I don’t give a shit about the tenth!”

Richard reached down and put a finger into her.  Emily melted against him, murmuring.

“Thank you.”

Richard leaned in to kiss her ear, and then whispered.  “I care about the tenth.”

Emily stopped writhing in his arms, and stood up.  She moved back a step, and considered him with narrowed eyes.  Her fingers had absently taken over from Richard’s.

“You’re serious, aren’t you?”

“Yup.”

Emily started laughing.  “Damn!  I can’t believe I came all the way up to New York, and all I get is oral.”

Richard grinned.  “I think there’s a t-shirt that says something like that.”

Emily moved close to him, and ran her hand over him.  “You are about to burst, though!”

“Yeah,” he said frankly.

“What’s happening on the tenth?”

Richard shrugged, a secretive look on his face.

“You’re up to something,” Emily said, her eyes narrowing.

“No.  I just said I’d wait until we were all together.”  He looked around exaggeratedly, even lifting a nearby dish towel.  “I don’t see Sandra...”

“Sandra knew about this trip for weeks!” Emily protested, taking the towel and swatting him with it.  “She even said to do you, for her.”

Richard just grinned at her.  His mouth was hurting again.

Emily huffed, and then considered him for a moment.  “Can I still try to seduce you?”  She snaked a hand into his pants again, pulling him out.

Richard laughed, but didn’t stop her hand.  “It might kill me, but… Why not?  And, I’m happy to, you know, help you out.  You caved a long time ago, so…”

Emily knelt down suddenly.  Richard groaned.  He knew he wouldn’t last long in her warm mouth, so he fought to pull away, staggering backwards.  Emily tried to keep up as she moved forward on her knees, gripping him around his butt.  Then Richard tripped up on his pants, landing squarely on his ass in the middle of the kitchen.  I sure hope my folks don’t come home right now, he thought, as he fended off Emily’s naked attack.

For a few minutes, a struggle ensued as Emily tried to mount Richard while he twisted and turned away from her.  Tickling entered the mix, and even though Emily scored a few times, Richard eventually got away from her.

Emily cried out in frustration as he moved out of her reach, and she collapsed to the floor.  “You!” she said, her eyes on fire. 

She was propped up on one arm, flushed, breathing hard, and glaring at him with a face that teemed with unbridled sexuality.

Richard almost gave in, seeing her determined look.  Maybe the tenth isn’t that important, he heard a voice say.  He realized it came from below his belt.

He zipped up his pants quickly as she crawled towards him, her eyes turned up at him. 

“I think we should stop now,” he said, glancing out the window.

“No, I almost have you.  I know what you were just thinking.  You were about to give in.”

“Fine, suit yourself.  You can keep trying.  But I’m going to help my parents bring in the groceries.”

Emily took a second to register his words.  She glanced back at the windows, and then she turned to him again. 

Richard thought he was going to be blown back into the living room by her scowl.

“You’re going to pay for this,” she said, giving him a growl.

Richard laughed.  “Oh, I know I will.  I’m sure of it.”

Emily stood up, sniffed loudly, and then walked past him towards his room.  Not before giving him a quick but scorching kiss, though.

Richard took a few moments to catch his breath.  He adjusted his pants and shirt, and then went outside.  He hoped Emily would cool off some, before she came out to greet his parents.  Otherwise, there’ll be questions for sure!

Richard thought it was the longest day of his life.  Especially when he realized that he’d have no relief for ten more days.  The pressure building up inside of him was becoming unbearable.  More than once, he found himself wondering what the hell he was doing.

Yet, he also found himself frequently giving Emily opportunities to try to change his mind that day.  The arrival of his parents had cooled things off considerably, but frequent trips to secluded parts of the house quickly turned into two minute seduction sessions. 

Richard could tell Emily was having fun, but also bursting with desire.  At a dinner table of twenty relatives and friends, they only had eyes for each other.

After a particularly hot kiss in his room, sometime after dinner had ended, Emily looked up at him with unfocused eyes. 

“I can’t wait any longer.  Do whatever you want to me, but do something!  I’m going to die, otherwise.  Please…!” she pleaded.

Richard locked his door.  “I don’t need my extended family making fun of me for the next week.  Can you stay quiet?  Not even a word!  Sound carries like crazy in this house.”

Emily answered by disrobing in record time.  “I promise.”

Richard found a CD of piano sonatas and put it into his stereo, turning it up to a healthy level.

Before the first movement had ended, he had reduced Emily to a shuddering mess on his rug.

“More,” she groaned.  It was the only time she broke her promise in the next hour.

Anyone really watching them would have perhaps thought twice about passing through the fiery looks of passion that flowed between these two young lovers, lest they be burned.  Most people in New York mind their own business, though.

Emily sat across from Richard on the subway, watching him across the aisle with admiring eyes.  Richard watched back.  People passed back and forth as the stops came and went.  Occasionally, someone would stand between them for a minute or two, but when they moved away, Emily and Richard’s eyes were still locked.  Only their smiles changed, growing and waning in response to subtle signs read in each other’s eyes.

Richard was drawn out of his little world by the unintelligible sound of their stop name coming over the loudspeaker.  Above the din of the brakes and rails, stop announcements were a language of their own, when they even existed.  Luckily Richard had ridden the subway enough times to learn it.

He stood and offered a hand to Emily as the train began to slow.  She took it and spun around into his arms.

“Fancy,” he said, steadying himself on a pole.

Emily breathed deeply and squeezed her eyes tight, and then smiled up at him.

“I love you,” she said, bliss touching each word.

“I love you too, Em.”

After the marathon they ran in Richard’s room a few hours earlier, Emily had been sated, and had grown romantic.  Now he felt like he was in an old movie, as they stepped out into the night air, arm in arm.  Snow was falling lightly, and just starting to frost the streets.

Revelers were pouring west, ignorant of the weather, and the two of them joined the movement. 

“How far are we?” Emily asked.

“Just a few blocks.  We’ll see how close we get.  It’s pretty late.”

Richard led her through the streets towards the glowing square.  Sounds of merriment grew louder and louder, and soon they were caught up in the edges of the crowd.  Pushing in and out of slow moving rivers of bodies, they eventually secured a place where they could see something beyond the sea of people.

“This will work,” Richard said.

“I don’t care where we stand, as long I’m next to you.”

They kissed gently, momentarily ignoring the cacophony around them.

“I’ve never been down here for this,” Richard said.

“Really?”

“No.  I don’t even watch the apple fall on TV.”

“It’s crazy,” Emily said, looking around.  “I’ve never been in such a huge crowd.”

“Are you still okay?” he asked.

Emily nodded.  “Just don’t let go of me.”

“I promise I won’t.”

The atmosphere was overwhelming, and Richard just held onto Emily until the countdown began. 

One minute, and then less.

With ten seconds to go, Richard put his hands on each side of Emily’s glowing face and looked her in the eyes.  Snowflakes settled like jewels on her cheeks for a moment, before melting away.

“Happy New Year, Emily.”

Then he kissed her for a long time, as the entire city cheered him on.

It was quite late when they passed through the doors held open by the bellboy. 

“I think I have my own room,” Emily said.  “Do you want to come up?”

Richard smiled at her.  “I don’t dare.”

Emily nodded.  “I know.  We would cave in for sure.”

“We?” Richard asked, brow raised in amusement.

“I’m going to wait until the tenth, too.”

“Okay, good.  Then I really better not come up.  I wouldn’t last a second if I had you alone right now,” Richard agreed.

“Best to say goodnight and goodbye here, then.”

Richard nodded.

“You are an amazing woman, Emily.   Thanks for coming to visit me in New York,” he said.

“No, not New York…” she murmured, her lips on his.  She kissed him delicately.  “It was heaven…”

Returning to the banality of painting walls with Chiffon Sweater and Peach Fuzz was at least as hard as not giving in to the fantasies which controlled his mind for the following week.  There was nothing he could do but wait it out, and try to enjoy his time at home.  Whenever he revisited the evening he had spent with Emily in his head, it always ended up much differently, usually in her hotel room or on his floor.  Still, he kept his promise, hard as it was.

The three way calls resumed.  Emily had clearly told Sandra every detail of their short time together, because Sandra announced that she had stopped pleasuring herself also, and was now waiting for their reunion.  That was only a small consolation to Richard’s excitement, however.

The days passed excruciatingly slowly.  Even playing the piano was not holding his attention as his mind envisioned the tenth.  He couldn’t wait to see them both again, hold them…

His dreams mushroomed to occupy his thoughts at all hours.

He was almost surprised one day to find himself in the car driving down the interstate with his dad. 

One more night…

January tenth came at last.  After checking out of the hotel they had slept in, Richard’s dad drove him the short distance over to the conservatory. 

“Good, looks like you are all set,” Vittorio said, as he set Richard’s bags on the sidewalk.  “Are you sure you do not want a hand?”

“No.  I can carry it in from here.  You should get on the road while you are fresh.”

Vittorio nodded, and then hugged Richard tightly.  He kissed each of his cheeks once.

“Study hard, Riccardo.  You cannot get this time back in your life.”

“I know.”

“Call me.”

Richard nodded.

One more hug, and then Vittorio got in the car, waved, and took off.

“Ciao, Pa…”

Richard grabbed his bags, and went into the building.  He found Dave in his office.

“Hey!  He returns,” Dave said, jumping up to greet Richard.

“How was your break, man?”

“What break?” Dave said, grinning.

Richard laughed.  “Did you leave anything for me to do?”

“Oh, for sure.  Irina’s project is ready and waiting.  Still want to start tomorrow?”

“Yeah, if that’s all right?”

“Of course.” 

Richard indicated his bags in the hallway.  “Can I leave my bags in the studio for a while?”

“Sure, as long as you want.  No one’s around yet.”

“Cool.  How’s three o’clock, tomorrow?”

“See you then,” Dave said, grinning.  He pointed.  “You still need to borrow that?”

“Oh, yeah.  Thanks!”

Emily gripped the armrests as the plane thudded to a rough landing.  She wasn’t sure if her stomach was twisted from the flight, or in anxiety about the coming evening. 

Will things be the same, when the three of us are back together?

She waited impatiently in the aisle after the plane came to a stop.  Normally she sat until her rows of the plane started exiting.  Today, she had her seatbelt off the moment the brakes squeezed tight.

After what seemed like an hour, the doors were released and Emily pushed down the aisle.  She fought to keep her horn from hitting the seats, or the few people who remained seated.

She hoped Richard would not be too distracted by his work on the editing when she showed up.  She was dying to be with him like he had been in New York. 

And she also longed for Sandra, as well.  They had talked alone, during times when Richard was working, and shared some intimate passions and fears.  They had grown even closer as friends.

But it was over the phone… 

Emily dismissed her thoughts as she emerged into the waiting area and started walking briskly down the concourse towards the baggage claim.  It’s Richard and Sandra.  Nothing’s changed.  Why would it?

She did a double take when she spotted a familiar figure waiting by the carousel, arms crossed.

“Hey, I thought you were working!” she exclaimed.  She set her horn down unceremoniously in  the middle of the floor, and rushed into his arms.

“I took a break to meet you here,” Richard said, giving her a quick peck.

“You didn’t have to do that!”

“Oh.  All right.  I guess I’ll go back, then,” he said, turning from her.

Emily grabbed his sleeve and pulled him back.  “Come back here, you.  I want a real kiss.”

Richard looked around, and then did as she asked.

“How are you?” he asked.

“Much better, now that I’m on the ground and in your arms.”  She ran a hand down his chest.  “Mm, my favorite shirt…”

Emily’s bag came out quickly.  Richard seemed amused at something, but also was quiet.  He grabbed her suitcase off the carousel.

“Is this it?” he asked.

“Yeah.  I travel light.”

He hefted the bag, pretending to stagger.  “Do you?”

“Give me that,” Emily said, swatting him.

He pushed her hand away and started off.  “Come on.”

Emily grabbed her horn and he led her outside, passing the taxi stand.  She paused in surprise.

“Did you drive?”

“Dave lent me his car,” he called back.  “Come on!”

Emily rushed to catch up.  “That was nice of him.”

“Yeah,” he said simply.

When they arrived at the small vehicle, Richard pulled the passenger door open for her.  He loaded her bag into the trunk, and then he got in the driver’s seat.

“Does Dave work at Thrifty?” Emily asked, after a few minutes of silence had passed.

Richard shot a look at her.  Emily smiled mischievously.

Richard turned back to the road without a word.

Mysterious, she thought, watching him avoid her glances.

“Wait here,” he said, as he pulled into the lot in front of the dorm.  Emily watched as he walked around the building and disappeared.  For nearly ten minutes, Emily waited patiently.  Then Richard reappeared, carrying two bags.  Sandra followed close behind, carrying a third.

Emily sprang out of the car, feeling very nervous.  She met Sandra halfway across the short lawn.  Richard stood close by, watching with a grin as they hugged and kissed for a bit.

“You look great,” Emily said, looking at her.

“You too, Emily.  You too.”

Richard gave them a moment, and then came up to them and wrapped his long arms around both of them.  “Welcome back,” he said.

They held each other for a while, and Emily felt a completeness she had not felt in… over three weeks. 

Suddenly, she knew everything was going to be fine.

“So what’s this about a car?” Sandra asked.

“I rented a car,” he said, giving Emily a frown.  “I wanted to pick Emily up.”

“Well, that was sweet!” Sandra said with a smile..

“I can give you a ride up to Emily’s teacher’s house now, too,” Richard said.

He hefted the bags and went to load them into the trunk.  Emily put her horn in the front seat, and then got into the back with Sandra, smiling and kissing.

When he sat in his seat, Richard was holding a large brown paper bag that was clasped shut with a few clips.  He sighed as he glanced at the passenger seat.

“Guess I’m riding with horny here,” he said.

Everyone burst out laughing.  One of the girls groaned.

“That was bad, Richard,” Emily said.

“Yeah.  Besides, I’m not sure horny is really sitting in the front…” Sandra said.

Richard turned to them as he backed out.  “From now on, no more questions,” he said seriously.

“What do you mean?” Sandra asked.

Richard stopped the car abruptly, and looked at her sternly.

“Sorry,” she said, making an exaggeratedly fearful face.

Richard smiled and continued backing up.

“I wonder where we’re going,” Emily said loudly, as Richard started down the road.

Richard eyed her in the mirror.

“Wasn’t a question,” Emily said impishly.

“Not far, obviously,” Sandra said after a moment.

Richard had pulled into the drive that fronted the conservatory.  He slid the car into a thirty minute loading zone spot, and killed the engine.

“Are we practicing?” Sandra asked, before covering her mouth and looking at Richard. 

He ignored her and got out, opened their door, and then retrieved the paper bag from the front seat.  He held it out to them.  Sandra took it and started undoing the clips.

“No, no,” Richard said, pushing her hand away.  He pointed to Emily’s horn.  “Can you store your horn in the horn studio for a few hours?”

“Um, yeah.  Why?”

“No questions!”

Emily grabbed her horn, and the girls looked at him expectantly.

Richard pointed to the bag.  “Find a bathroom.  Be out in fifteen minutes.  Or less.”  He leaned back against the car, checking his watch.  “Well?  Go ahead!”

Sandra looked at Emily, and they hurried into the conservatory building, glancing back a few times.

“What’s going on?” Sandra asked, when they entered the building and Richard was no longer able to squelch the questions.

“I have no idea.  He’s been acting strange since he picked me up.”

They stopped off at Emily’s teacher’s studio, where she dug out her key and dropped off her horn.  Then they entered the main bathroom, and took the bag to the counter. 

Emily watched as Sandra undid the clips and looked into the bag.  She paused for a second, and then moved her arm through the contents.  An amazed smile spread across her face and she turned to Emily.

“What is it?” Emily asked, feeling her body react with chills at Sandra’s dancing eyes.

“I think you and I are in for a long night, Emily.”

Richard checked his watch.  Twenty seven minutes had passed since he’d dismissed the girls on their errand.  Should have got them a watch, too, he thought, letting out a chuckle.  It only took me six minutes to get ready…

A few minutes later, he saw a flash of dark red and green through a window.  He straightened up, only to have his knees weakened a few seconds later as the doors opened.  He couldn’t imagine anything more beautiful walking towards him at that moment.

Sandra felt on the edge of tears as she kissed Richard.  She dared not talk.  She gave Richard a long and meaningful look, ran a hand down the lapel of his suit, and then slid into the car.  Behind her, Emily murmured a thank you, and then she was sliding in next to Sandra.

Sandra took Emily’s hand in hers as Richard closed them in.  They looked at each other with big smiles.

Emily leaned over and kissed her, softly at first, and then a little more passionately.

Richard got in the car, and looked back at them, grinning.

“Merry Christmas,” he said.

The girls melted, and reached for him.  Richard let out a surprised noise as they smothered him with kisses. 

“Okay, okay, save some of that for later!” Richard said, extricating himself from the attack of hands and lips.

“These are just beautiful,” Sandra said, indicating their dresses.  “How did you know our sizes?”

Richard looked back innocently.  “No questions?” he reminded her.

Sandra sighed, shaking her head.

Richard pulled out of the drive.  He obviously has a destination for these fancy outfits, Sandra knew.  More surprises…

The next fifteen minutes were quiet, but full of looks and quiet laughs in the back seat.  Richard remained as stoic as a high priced limousine driver.

As they approached the downtown area, Richard finally spoke.  “I hear there’s a good restaurant at the Concorde Hotel,” he said simply.

Sandra clapped her hands excitedly.  Near the beginning of the year, when money had still been somewhat available, a browsing of a city restaurant guide had placed Chez Marceau near the top of the list of places they wanted to eat at.  The demands of school had quickly turned the list into a wish list, but Sandra hadn’t stopped thinking about it on occasion.

Richard pulled up to the hotel doors, and hopped out.  Valets instantly had the girls exiting from the rear of the car.  Richard looked around for a moment, and then flipped the keys to one valet who approached hurriedly.

“Are you staying with us, this evening, sir?” the valet asked.

Richard laughed.  “I wish.  We’re just here to eat.”

“Very well,” the man said.  “Blue ticket, then,” he said, handing Richard the stub.

“Thanks,” Richard said, exchanging the stub with a few bills.

“Thank you, sir.  Enjoy your dinner.”

Sandra felt like she was floating as she entered the lobby of the fancy hotel.  Gold leaf and filigree overwhelmed her.  The chandelier showered them with sparkles.

Richard called the elevator, and soon they emerged on the second floor to the rich aromas of French cuisine.  Sandra smiled and breathed deeply, finding Emily and Richard doing the same.

She looked at Richard, again feeling her throat tighten.  This has to be a dream, she thought.

During dinner, Richard had finally loosened up, and the three of them talked like they hadn’t seen each other in years.  Richard had ordered wine, and encouraged them to order several courses. 

He still did not entertain any questions about the dresses.  After a couple of attempts at asking him, Sandra and Emily stopped, no longer wanting to dispel the fairytale feeling of the dinner.

Dessert and a sweet wine lingered on their palates for a long time, as dinner stretched out over the hours.  Sandra didn’t want the night to ever end, but when Richard noticed that they were the last table remaining in the restaurant, he suggested they think about leaving.

“I’ll be right back,” Sandra announced, standing up.

Emily stood as well. 

Richard gestured to the bill.  “I’ll take care of this, and then we can go.  I need to use the restroom, too, so wait for me back here.”

Sandra pouted.  “Sorry,” she said, indicating the check.

“Merry Christmas,” he said, smiling.

She blew him a kiss and followed Emily to the bathroom.

When they entered, they looked at each other for a moment, before both speaking at once.

“Can you believe this?”

“I can’t believe we are here…!”

“That man just completely swept us away,” Emily said, her eyes sparkling in the multitude of lights surrounding the mirrors.

“How are we going to repay him?” Sandra asked.  “We need a place to be alone.”

“We’ll figure something out.  Maybe we can break into the dorm.”

“Motel,” Sandra suddenly said. 

Emily nodded.  “We could do that,” she said, warming up to the idea.  “I don’t know what our setup will be at my teacher’s house.”

“I’ll pay for it,” Sandra said.  “I just want to have the night together with you two, and not worry about waking people up.”

“I’m sure we can convince Richard.”

Armed with a plan, Sandra and Emily took some time to freshen up, and then they returned to the dining room.

Richard was not back yet, so they waited impatiently in their seats.  A few minutes later, he appeared, and offered them his arms.  They walked slowly to the elevator, pressed close to each other.

The waiting area was empty, so Sandra stopped Richard before he reached for the call button.  She looked him in the eyes.

“That was an absolutely amazing meal.”

“Good.  That’s your present,” he said, to both of them.

“Well, it was the best present I’ve ever gotten,” Emily said.

“Now, we want to take you somewhere,” Sandra said excitedly.

“Oh?”

Sandra thought she saw a blink of panic pass across his eyes.

“We can’t go to the house we’re staying at,” she said quietly.  “We need to be alone with you.”

Richard shrugged.  “Okay.  I don’t think Dave’s house will be much better.”

“Let’s go find a motel,” Emily said.

“We can stay up all night.  Doing all those things we’ve been dreaming about…”

“It’s still January tenth,” Emily added.

Sandra got closer to him.  “I hope you are ready.  This kind of treatment deserves a night that will blow your mind…” she whispered.

Richard staggered back slightly, eyes wide for a moment.

“I didn’t do all this, just to get that,” he whispered back.

“I know, and that makes it all the more important,” she whispered again.

Richard turned and looked at Emily expectantly.  She nodded vigorously.

“Well, you don’t need to convince me,” he said, suddenly laughing.  “We can drive over to the airport.  I saw a bunch of places over that way.”

Sandra pressed the call button, feeling a tingle start to flare inside of her.

The elevator arrived at last, and Richard followed them in.

“You two look amazing,” he said, standing in the doorway.  He pushed back on the doors as they tried to close on him.  “I think we should go dancing first.”

“Dancing?” Sandra said quizzically, as Richard entered and turned to the button panel.

The elevator doors closed, and Richard turned in place, grinning.

“Please don’t faint…” he said.

Sandra almost did.

The elevator started upwards.

Emily stared with open mouth at Richard, and then at Sandra, and then back at Richard.  He stood in front of the floor buttons, hiding their destination, and watching their reactions.  The elevator continued to rise.

“Richard,” Emily said, her voice throaty.

“Hmm?” he hummed expectantly.

Emily opened her mouth.

Richard whispered first.  “No questions…”

With each second, Emily felt like a weight was pushing down on her harder and harder.  They watched the needle turn clockwise until it hit the stop. 

“Oh my god,” Sandra murmured.

The doors opened.  Richard extended an arm, and the girls passed through into the carpeted hallway.  He whistled a melody as he led them down the corridor.  He stopped at one door, and put his ear to it.

“Ah, I hear music.”

“Music,” Emily echoed weakly.

He turned to them and frowned.  “I told you we were going dancing.”

Then he produced a gold key and opened the door.

Richard felt like he had revealed a new frontier, the way Emily and Sandra drifted into the room with giant eyes.  He stayed a few paces behind them as they spread out into the suite, ogling the giant bed, taking in the view of the city lights from this height, and generally acting like they were deep in the middle of their fondest fantasy.  From the corner, the CD player was faithfully sending Sinatra’s voice into the room.

He didn’t mind being ignored as they found the vase of roses on the table, or the bottle of champagne on ice.  He didn’t mind, as they exclaimed in awe at the size of the bathtub, and then cried out again as they noticed it had jets.  They paid no attention to him as they tried out the bed by sitting on it, and then took a look in the closet, surprised to see their suitcases there. 

Richard quietly opened the champagne and poured out three servings.  Then he leaned against the table and watched the girls walk around on air for a while.

At last, having saturated their senses with the opulent room and everything it implied, they turned their eyes to him. 

He felt like he had opened a furnace.

He spread his hands apart in front of him.  “That’s it,” he said, surprised at how his voice was shaking.  “No more surprises.  That’s all I got.”

The girls simply attacked him with hugs and kisses, even knocking over one of the champagne flutes in the rush. 

“This is…”  Sandra stuttered, unable to describe her feelings.

Richard righted the fallen glass, and then refilled it. 

“To us,” he said gently.

The girls were still too stunned to even echo his toast.  They clinked glasses, and drank.

Richard smiled at them as he held them close.  The song ended, and for a moment, all Richard could hear was two long sighs taken together.

“This has to be a dream…” one said.

“Has to be…” the other agreed

“It’s not.”

Richard took their hands and spun them into the room as a new song began.  With a mix of amazement, amusement, and love in their eyes, the girls double danced with Richard, twirling around as they stepped around the large open room.

Several times, Richard found himself tied up in knots.  The talent in his hands had always been somewhat compensated by the lack of it in his feet.  He was never a dancer, and moving two partners around gracefully was just too much to ask.  Still, the girls were far too high to even notice his struggle, let alone comment on it.

When he passed near the large comfortable chair in one corner, he pressed them close and then let go as he plopped down into it.

The girls raised brows at him.

“Carry on,” he said, sweeping his hand towards the center of the room.  “I suck.”

They giggled, and then Emily pulled Sandra close.  They kissed softly for a moment.

“Mm.  I want to see more of that,” Richard said.

Another kiss followed, slightly more heated.  Then, perhaps unfettered by Richard’s clumsier feet, or inspired by his watching eyes, they twirled off in a series of moves that looked almost rehearsed.  Their arms coiled around each other as they spun around the room, eyes bright.

Parts of legs which had remained hidden all evening began to make brief appearances as their dresses whipped around.  Giggles punctuated the moves, and Richard smiled as he watched them show off for him.

At last, they made a mistake, as a dip went in two opposite directions, and Sandra fell face down across Emily’s middle with a little shriek.  A heap of laughter followed.

“What was that?” Emily cried out.  She sat up, and spanked Sandra on the bottom.

“Sorry!”

Sandra sighed, and made no effort to get up.  She just grinned contentedly at Richard, and then widened her eyes playfully as Emily pulled her dress up.

Emily gave her another playful spank. 

Normally, Richard would have laughed at the scene, but at that moment they could have been handing out hundred dollar bills and he wouldn’t have noticed.

“Wh-When did that happen?” he exclaimed, pointing to Sandra’s naked butt.

“What?” Sandra asked innocently.

“No underwear?  I put some in the bag!”

“Really?  I must have missed them.”

Richard sat up in his chair, watching as Emily slipped a hand between Sandra’s legs.

“I think someone’s excited!” she sang in a teasing voice.

“Are you… bare, too?” Richard asked Emily.

He only got a mysterious shrug and upturned eyes from her, but that answered it so much better than a simple ‘Yes’ ever would have.

“You mean you two sat through dinner like this, and I didn’t know it?”

The girls tittered, pleased at his surprise and arousal.

Emily had evidently done something new with her hidden hand, since Sandra closed her eyes.  She remained across Emily’s lap, her bottom up in the air slightly.

Richard sat back a little, finding his fixation on the lack of panties lessened by the action on the floor.

“Do you want to help?” Emily asked, as Sandra murmured.

Richard shook his head.  “You two haven’t seen each other in a while, either,” he said. 

Emily withdrew her hand and patted Sandra.  “Up, love,” she said.

Sandra got onto all fours and stretched.  Then Emily helped her up.

Richard had seen men unzip dresses on television.  It was always appealing to him for some reason.  Seeing Emily do it to Sandra, though, was in a category of its own.  He began to feel three weeks of patience start to get very impatient in his middle.

The dress split apart, revealing Sandra’s bare back.  Emily followed the V of the zipper with kisses down her spine.  The straps were next to descend, and then the soft cloth cascaded to the rug and fell into a circular pool around Sandra’s heels.  With a perfect twist of her leg, Sandra stepped out of the green ring.

Emily took a moment to carefully drape the dress over the back of the couch, and then she returned to Sandra’s back.  She ran a few fingers gently down Sandra’s shoulders and arms, and then took her hand.  With a slow, final dance turn, Sandra found herself lip to lip with Emily.

Richard found he was on the edge of his chair again.  His suit pants were getting tight, but he forced himself to remain a clothed spectator for the moment.

“Oh, I’ve missed you,” Sandra said breathily into Emily’s lips.

“I know.  So have I.”

They cradled each other’s faces as they arched and tensed, pressing harder against each other.  Tongues flicked and fought.

Emily led Sandra to the couch.  With a gentle kiss, Sandra let herself sink down onto the large cushions, her head landing on a soft pillow.  She lay towards the end away from Richard, and caught his eyes with hers.

“Wow,” she said, smiling.  Richard wasn’t quite sure if she meant the couch, Emily’s touch, or the entire evening…

Emily climbed on top of her, resuming their kiss.  Sandra parted her legs to let her lie fully on her.

Richard was about to burst at the sight.  Emily, still in her dress, was passionately loving Sandra like he had not seen before.  There’s something new in the way they embrace and kiss, he thought.

Emily inevitably stopped kissing Sandra’s mouth and began kissing other parts.  Sandra’s chin and neck gave way to the valley between her breasts, and then the curve of her waist.  Sandra raised one leg to the back of the couch as Emily reached her target.

Sandra let out a sigh that was heavily laced with the relief from many long days apart.  Emily’s head moved up and down, and back and forth, as she pleasured Sandra.  Sandra had been so wound up by the romance of the evening that she soon was groping at her body as a climax grew within her. 

Richard looked down, surprised to see he had removed all his clothes.  When did that happen? 

A moan from the couch signaled the coming milestone, and he fixed his eyes on Sandra’s face, breathing quickly in rhythm with her.

“I thought this day would never come,” she breathed, and then she let herself go.

Richard grew shaky as he watched them.  Emily’s slow slide down along Sandra’s body had caught up her dress.  It had stopped rising less than an inch away from truly confirming Emily’s bareness, even though he knew in his mind it was true.

Now, as her bottom wiggled at him, the dark red dress had become an enticing curtain which he could no longer resist lifting.

Emily gasped in shock, evidently completely lost in Sandra’s ongoing orgasm.  Richard’s unexpected touch had sent a bolt through her, firing up her middle and leaving a contrail of taut delight.

Over the next few minutes, Emily built on the excitement that was slowly subsiding in Sandra.  With each touch and kiss, Emily felt herself reliving the hour spent on the floor of Richard’s New York room. 

But there, she had drawn it out, knowing it was the furthest she would get that day.  Tonight…  Tonight, there was a world of pleasure ahead.

She made no effort to guide her feelings, or prolong the buildup.  Her orgasm came quickly and burst through her as Richard rubbed her in just the right places. 

She remained with her head on Sandra’s tummy for some time, letting the waves bounce around inside her body. 

Richard was still gently exploring her, when Sandra took a deep breath.

“I am so in love!” she announced dreamily. 

She lifted her head and looked down.  Emily smiled up at her from her middle, and Richard’s eyes peeked over Emily’s bottom as he moved.  She could see the smile in his eyes, if not on his busy lips.

“I think it’s time to let Richard know what we think of the evening so far,” Sandra said, biting her lower lip.

Emily murmured in agreement, although she closed her smiling eyes, instead of moving.

Richard placed a final kiss on one cheek, and then sat back, humming.

The girls stood slowly.  Sandra took Richard’s head and held it against her middle.

“You wonderful man…  You’re in for a long night, you know,” she said, stroking his hair.  “When I said we were going to blow your mind, that was before the elevator started going up…”

“Should I be scared?” Richard asked playfully.

“I would be.”

“I’m ready,” he said confidently, as he tried to explore Sandra’s charms, which were presented at eye level.

Sandra pushed him away gently.  “Oh no.  It’s our turn.”

Richard shrugged, looking longingly at her.

“We’re in charge now,” Sandra said.  “You’ve done enough.”

Sandra yanked off the bed covers in a whirl of cloth, and then the girls each took one of his hands.  They raised him up and pulled him to the bed.

“Lie down,” Sandra commanded.

Richard did, and the girls jumped into bed on either side of him.  Richard opened his mouth, but was preempted by Emily.

“No more talking,” she said sternly, placing a finger to his lips.

“But…”

Emily paused at his look.  “What?”

“The dress,” he murmured, looking up at her.  “I wanted to peel it off your lovely body…”

Emily melted, and Sandra laughed. 

“So much for being in charge!” Sandra cried.

“Hey, like you would have been able to resist that!”

Sandra just giggled.

Emily stood up expectantly, placing her hands behind her back.

Richard jumped up, turned her away from him, and peeled off her dress as he had promised.  A few choice kisses and touches made Emily shudder.  The dress soon gave way and Emily stepped out of it. 

“Lovely,” Richard whispered, right before he kissed her ear.

Emily whimpered. 

“Come,” he said to her, pulling her by the hand.  “Come here, Sandra.”

Sandra looked at him suspiciously.

“I know you two are dying to torture me, but I just want to look at you for a few seconds.  Then,” he said, pausing to shrug, “I’m yours to play with.”

Sandra nodded and got up.  Richard guided them, and had them sit on the edge of the bed, hip to hip.  Then he stepped back, taking in the view.  Sandra playfully flipped a leg over Emily’s, and swung her heels in the air as she pulled Emily close to her.  They put their heads together, and gave him their sweetest smiles.

“Damn,” Richard breathed, shuddering slightly.  “I just had a mind orgasm looking at you two.”

He knelt down, removed their shoes, and then stood before them.

“Coming through,” he said suddenly, splitting their hug and crawling onto the bed.  The girls laughed as he groped and rubbed them in his exaggeratedly awkward journey past them.  At last, he was lying still, right down the middle of the bed.

“Okay, now, no more talking.”

“Do you remember me telling you in New York you would pay?” Emily suddenly said.

Richard nodded a little.  “I do.”

“Time for a nice little massage,” Emily announced simply.

Beginning with his chest, the girls proceeded to treat Richard to a sensuous massage.  They left few parts of their bodies out of the mix, and used some techniques that Richard was sure would end a regular masseuse’s career immediately.

When Emily had announced the massage, Richard thought it would be a welcome temporary cool-down before they started messing with him.  The sensory overload he had watched on the couch had spread to his middle, and was waiting there to be stimulated out of him. 

The massage, however, brought him to an even more desperate sense of arousal.  The girls made every effort to tease him straight from the beginning, using positions that were always just an inch from being sexual. 

When the hands on him suddenly disappeared, Richard felt like his blood had stopped moving inside of him.  Mentally, he had climaxed.  All that was needed now were the right physical touches, he thought.

As if reading his mind, that is precisely what the girls started doing that instant.  During the massage, they had covered every part of his body except one, and when their lips finally did land on him now, it made Richard convulse in shock.  They were much too aggressive, given his condition.

“If you do that for another few seconds, this will be over,” he said, his teeth clenched.

“Well, aren’t you ready to go!” Emily said, momentarily pausing to speak.

The girls took the admonishment to heart, though, and Richard started regretting his warning.  Now that the massage had turned intimate at last, the teasing became even more unbearable.  The girls took things excruciatingly slow, holding him still as they made little movements with their mouths and tongues.  Nothing was ever enough to push him across the line, and yet he walked right next to it the whole time.  He began to hurt with pleasure.

Then Sandra was on top of him, and he was inside her.  She just sat still, fully impaled, and watched his face as she moved slightly, inside and out.

“You’re going to kill me,” Richard said.  He was only half kidding.

“Don’t come,” she warned.

“Easy for you to say,” he hissed, and then groaned as she rolled her hips just a little too much.

Sandra sensed she had pushed too far, and held herself stone still.

Richard screamed, but then for some reason, he tried to damp the feeling that was already starting to boil up.  It was a five second struggle, as his insides argued about which way things were going to go.  Then his mind won, and he stopped groaning.  It would have been so easy to let go, but her words still echoed in his head.

“Close one,” he said, in answer to Sandra’s expectant look.

Sandra started moving again, and Richard felt his body collapse in resignation.  She is going to kill me…

Sandra kept pushing him to the line, each time recognizing the moment a little sooner, and there were only two more close calls.

Then she kissed Richard, which itself almost did it, and slid off of him. 

Richard breathed in relief, and then almost screamed when Emily replaced her.  He was definitely in pain now, but dared not stop the wondrous torture he was being subjected to.

Back and forth they went, a determined look of sexuality on both of their faces as they probed the depths to which they could arouse him. 

Richard lost track of the exchanges.  At times he closed his eyes and just fought to stay on the right side of the line, not even sure who was pleasuring him, or how.  Other times, he was forced to close his eyes, as the sight of them was even more arousing than the feelings they gave with their bodies and mouths. 

He almost gave in on several occasions, but the girls seemed to notice and froze up.

At last, he put an arm out as one of them tried to get on him again.

“No,” he gasped.  “Please, I can’t take any more…”

“So are you ready then?” Sandra asked.

Richard let out a cry at the ridiculous question. 

Sandra and Emily looked at each other, and then at Richard lying between them.  They considered the options for a moment.

“Rocks, paper, scissors?”  Sandra offered her fist to Emily.

They burst out in uncontrolled laughter, until Richard let out a garbled yell to get their attention again.

“Sorry,” Emily said, patting him.  “But that was hilarious…”

“Is it going to be really huge?” Sandra asked, her voice throaty.

“I can feel it in my whole body.  Whoever gets on, better be ready to swim…”

For a moment, the girls looked at his body, like it was a bomb.  Richard wondered if they even felt some fear, like the fear one would feel while waiting on the line for a thousand foot high amusement ride.

“You go ahead,” Emily finally said to Sandra, her voice a mix of envy and relief.  “I got to spend New Year’s Eve with him.”

Sandra bit her lip.  “Hmm…  No.  There’s only one thing to do.”

“What?” Richard said.

Sandra fixed her eyes on Emily.  “Cover us both with it.”

“Oh!” Emily said, a wicked grin spreading over her lips.

“Get up,” Sandra said to Richard, the plan settled satisfactorily between the girls.

“I don’t know if I can,” he answered groggily.

“Oh, get up!” she ordered, smacking his hip.

Richard fought his way to his feet, standing unsteadily at the foot of the bed.  Sandra hopped off and kneeled in front of him, and Emily followed her lead.

“Okay,” Sandra said, looking up at him with wild eyes.

Richard began to stroke himself, and then Sandra stopped his hand almost immediately.  Richard fought to not cry out in frustration.

“No, wait,” she said, looking back at the bed.

She hopped onto it again.

“Get back up,” she said, pulling on Emily’s arm.

“Just pick something!” Richard blurted out, his voice trembling.  “It’s coming!”

“You’re not even touching it!” Sandra said, as she lay on the bed, on her back, and let her head hang down off the foot.  Emily giggled and lay beside her.

“I don’t need to touch it at this point,” he said.

Richard looked down at them, heads pressed together as they looked up at him with giant upside down grins.  They rubbed their hands over their breasts, waiting for his contribution.

Before Richard could do anything, Sandra drew him close to her and swallowed him.  She pulled on him hard a few times, and Richard instantly let out a warning yell. 

“Don’t miss,” Sandra said, as she pushed him away and opened her mouth. 

Richard reeled dizzily as he realized it was finally over.  That sudden plunge down her throat had been the final straw.  There was no turning back now.  As if in slow motion, everything in his body focused down to a small area in his middle that swirled around.

 “Fuck,” Richard managed through the haze that was overtaking him, as he stroked himself over their waiting faces.  For a moment he wondered if this was going to hurt.

Then things went black as the swirl exploded, and he heard a wild cry from Emily.

“Oh my… Richard!” Sandra shrieked, from a mile away.

More screams and giggles ensued as things landed in unexpected and distant places… 

Richard swore he fell backwards, and felt like he had fallen into water, as the sounds of the room became muffled.  He kept tumbling head over heels as the world spun on its end once per second.  It took a hundred revolutions until he felt himself finally empty.   

With a thunk, he felt his body give way as he expired.

He opened his eyes, expecting to see the ceiling.  He was brought back to earth by the scene before him. 

He was actually on his knees, looking right at a pair of girls holding out dripping hands over their wet bodies.  Streaked faces with eyes squeezed shut giggled uncontrollably.  They could not yet speak through the fits.

“Oh my god,” Richard whispered, for a moment stunned by the sight of them.  Then he started laughing with them.  “Oh god!”

“Damn, Richard,” Emily finally said, between howls.

Sandra wiped at her face, but it was hopeless.

“Um, we’re going to need a towel!” she said in a high voice.

“A few towels,” Emily corrected.

“Call housekeeping!” Sandra exclaimed.

“But I don’t think I can walk!” Richard said, unable to connect his mind to his body yet.  “Seriously…”

“Crawl.  Roll.  Use the Force, if you have to!  Just get us some towels, unless you want us to be glued to this bed the rest of the night!” Emily said, still laughing.

Richard finally crawled, unable to make the towel move from a distance.  He must have been a little too spent for that trick.

After the explosion, they took a break.  Richard admitted that he felt like someone had kicked him in the privates, and needed to recover.

Housekeeping had been called.  Emily had showered and donned her dress again, waiting until the maid arrived with fresh sheets and pillowcases.  She explained the wad of departing sheets as an overexcited champagne bottle that had popped its cork, much to the amusement of Richard and Sandra who had taken up residence in the tub.

Naked once again, Emily pulled the bottle of champagne from the ice bucket, and passed out the glasses she filled.  She settled into the tub next to Richard and put her legs over Sandra’s, which were already lying over Richard’s.

Richard had figured out the jets, and they all sighed as they relaxed in the bubbling water.

“You know, I should probably call my teacher,” Emily said after some time.  “I told him I would call after dinner to let him know when we’d be pulling in.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Richard dismissed.  “I already talked to him.”

“What?”

“I went to his studio to leave him a note.  He was there, so I told him I was taking you to see my aunt tonight.”

Emily looked at him with surprise.  “Wow.  This was no simple date.”

“Can we ask questions now?” Sandra said eagerly.

Richard laughed at her enthusiasm.  “Ready to rip the curtain aside, are you?”

“I want to know everything.  How you set up this amazing night…”

Richard smiled.  “All right,” he conceded.  “Ask away.”

“How did you have music playing and champagne ready?” Emily asked first.

“After dinner, while you were in the bathroom, I ran up here to take care of that.”

“I wondered what you were doing, for so long!” Sandra said.  “Okay, go back, though.  I want the whole story…  So you rented a car.  I take it you didn’t work today, then?”

“No, Dave knew I was going to be out tonight.”

“Then… the dresses.  How did you pick ones that fit so perfectly?”

Richard grinned.  “Our last night in the dorm last semester, I stole my two favorite dresses from your closet while you were sleeping.  I took them to a place in New York, and had them find me some others that would fit like that.”

The girls smiled in amazement. 

“You took my black dress?” Emily asked.

“Yup.”

“I was wondering where that went!  When I went to pack, I couldn’t find it.  I figured it was mixed up with Sandra’s things.”

“And the shoes?” Sandra asked.  “Did you take them then, or did you get into the dorm today?”

“No, I took them to New York and back, since I didn’t think I’d be able to get in, let alone get in your room.  The underwear, too, but I guess I could have skipped that bit, after all…”  Richard laughed.  “I thought about getting you new shoes, but I really like the ones you have.  Plus I ran a little over budget on the dresses,” he added, smiling.

“Richard, how are you going to pay for all this?” Emily asked, her voice serious.  “It’s amazing, but…”

“I didn’t work with my dad nine hours a day during break just to watch paint dry,” Richard said, grinning.

“Wow,” Sandra said.  “Still, this is too much!”

“Well, I’m enjoying this too,” he said.  “So I went a little overboard, maybe.  But it’s been worth it to watch you two walk around in the clouds all night.”

The girls smiled and giggled at his description.

“So then, around lunch time I took the train downtown, rented the car, picked up my crap from the school… Then I went and got the flowers, and then got rejected trying to buy champagne at two places, before I finally scored.”

Emily laughed.  “I could have helped you with that.”

“Kind of would have ruined the surprise!” 

“What about our bags?  You can’t have gotten them while we were in the bathroom!”

“Oh, me and Walter go way back,” Richard said confidently.

The girls looked at him skeptically.  “Walter?”

“The valet.  Well, way back to three o’clock this afternoon, when I checked in.” Richard amended, laughing.  “He knew the deal.  Those lines were rehearsed, just to keep you two from getting suspicious.  Blue tag is really for overnight guests.  He had instructions to take our stuff upstairs.  I didn’t really want to risk anything happening to your horn, so that’s why I had you leave it…  Anyway, that’s pretty much it.  After I set up the room, I headed out to the airport to pickup Emily.  You know the rest.”

“Yeah, after that you romanced us, wined and dined us…” Emily said.

“Showered us,” Sandra said.

“This is a bath,” Richard pointed out, but then he realized her meaning when Emily started laughing again.  “Oh, right.  Sorry.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Better,” Richard said.

Sandra looked around at her surroundings.  “This is amazing.  I can’t believe I’m here right now.”  The music caught her attention.  “Where did you get the CD player?”

“Borrowed it from the audio department.”

“Does Dave know that you have us sequestered up here?”

“No, he thinks I’m at my aunt’s house.  My non-existent aunt, who doesn’t own a stereo.”

The girls laughed, and kissed him playfully several times.

“My turn to ask,” Richard said.  “What did you think, when you opened the bag with the dresses?”

Sandra and Emily giggled.  “We got… a little excited,” they said girlishly.

“What did you do?”

“Sandra said it looked like we were going to have a long night.”

Richard smiled.  “I figured at that point you’d realize that something was up.”

“We were wondering earlier,” Emily admitted.  “But we never had any idea how far it would go!”

“Then what did you do?”

“We pulled them out of the bag, read your card, jumped around the bathroom like a couple of five year olds for a few minutes…” Emily said.

“Then we tried them on…”

“Jumped around again…”

“So that’s what took so long,” Richard said.

Sandra looked at him seriously.  “Hey, you don’t go from riding in a car or on a plane all day, to putting on those dresses in fifteen minutes, Richard!  It was a rush to come out as quickly as we did.”

Richard conceded with a nod.  “I said fifteen minutes, just to keep you moving.  It was worth the wait, though: when you two stepped out of the building, I almost fell over.”

“Really?” Emily asked excitedly.

“Yeah.  But I’m sure it was just because I was standing there with knees locked for twenty minutes,” he said, grinning.

The girls splashed him with water.

“I think the biggest rush,” Sandra said, her eyes glowing at the memory, “was putting the dress on and seeing how perfectly it fit.  Usually that takes hours of trying things on!”

Emily smiled in agreement.  “We had to do no work at all…”

Richard smiled warmly, as they relived the changing session.

“When did you decide to go without underwear?”

“When we were trying on the dresses.”

“Why?”

“Three reasons.  One, you could see the panty lines on Sandra’s.”

“Unacceptable,” Sandra agreed.

“Two, we were inspired by your old girlfriend’s technique.”

Richard laughed.  “Ahh, but it didn’t work for her!”

“We weren’t worried.  We have some other things going for us,” Sandra said confidently.

“That you do,” Richard agreed.

“Three,” Emily continued, “we were feeling like we needed to come up with some surprises of our own.”

“Not that we came close to matching what you did,” Sandra said, her eyes flashing in amazement again.  “Oh, Richard, what an incredible evening you planned for us!”

Richard just grinned, basking in their smiles.

Sandra stood up out of the water, stretching her body.  Displaying it, really.

Richard trailed a finger down her wet leg, and then turned her around to face the corner.  He rubbed his hands on her perfect behind.

“Mm.  Yummy,” he murmured.

“Whenever you’re ready,” she said softly.

“Oh, I think he’s ready,” Emily announced, after a moment.

Sandra looked over her shoulder.  “Yeah, but can you do that underwater?”

Emily laughed.  “Probably.  I have good breath control.”

Richard found himself pushed back down into the tub by the two girls.  “But…” he said.

“Oh, you can play with it again later.  Go ahead, Em,” Sandra dared.

Emily shrugged and put her head under the frothy water.  Richard started to protest, and then clammed up.

Only her ponytail broke the surface as she bobbed up and down.  She suddenly came up spluttering.

“Ugh.  Forgot I can’t breathe underwater!”

“Let me try,” Sandra said.  She dipped down into the water.  Her head disappeared completely.

The seconds went by.

“She still down there?” Emily asked at last.

“Oh, yeah,” Richard grunted.

Finally, Sandra returned for air.

Emily smirked at her.  “Show off.”

Sandra laughed, as Emily tried again.  This time she didn’t breathe, and she stayed under even longer than Sandra had.  When she came up, she was on her last ounce of air, and she gasped for breath.

“Wow!  That put me to shame,” Sandra said.  “I thought I was the singer.”

“This is nice and all,” Richard said, stopping Sandra as she moved towards him to try again.  “But at this rate, someone’s going to drown very soon.  And that would make me very sad.”

Sandra made a little face, but sat back.

Richard stood up, and exited the tub. 

“I’ll be in bed, where it’s safer,” he said as he toweled off.

“You think it’s safe in bed,” Sandra said, smiling mischievously.

Richard took a long swig of champagne from the bottle.

“Dispensing with formalities, I see,” Emily said, as she took the bottle from him and did the same.

Richard just smiled and went out into the suite.  He looked out at the city for a moment.  It’s a beautiful night…

He stretched out on the bed, and waited.  The girls took their time.  When they came out, Richard could tell they had been kissing and touching.  Maybe even planning things…

They wasted no time with talk.  Emily crawled up the bed, settling in to start kissing him halfway up his body, while Sandra simply swung a leg over his head and straddled his face.

Richard found things much less urgent now, on his part. 

The girls, still not really having fully peaked, were not as patient.  Just as Richard started thinking how much he was enjoying Emily’s lips on him, she stopped and then moved to straddle him.

The girls let out a pleased noise as they found themselves suddenly face to face, and they completed the triangle with some passionate kissing. 

Richard could do very little as the two of them worked themselves up.  He was pinned, and partly smothered.  They found a rhythm they liked, and Richard held on for the ride. 

Richard felt their machine suddenly stutter, and he realized Emily had arrived.  He was a little disappointed he couldn’t see her do so.  But he could hear her, at least.

There’ll be other times, tonight, he knew.  She can do better than that…

Emily rolled off, and then the world returned to his eyes.  Sandra had slid forward, and was riding him now.  Richard moved his hands to her waist as she leaned back on her arms. 

She started to moan.  Richard wondered where Emily had disappeared to, and then he heard her say something to Sandra.  He looked down along his body, holding Sandra up for a moment.  A pair of bright eyes and a smile peeked back at him, past where he was joined with Sandra.

“Hi,” she squeaked.

“What are you doing down there?” he asked, aroused by the sight.

Sandra lowered herself, and Emily disappeared again.

“Just helping,” she called out.

Then Richard felt her.

“Oh!”

Emily continued to help as Sandra continued her ride.  After some time, she whimpered. 

“Don’t stop, Emily!  I’m almost there.  This is incredible!”

Richard yanked her down hard onto him every time she pushed herself in to the air.  The bed shook and vibrated as Sandra tried to break Richard in two.

At last she exploded, letting out a strangled scream.  Her arms gave way, and Richard was surprised by the force of her back landing on his chest.  He barely had time to turn his head to the side before she crashed down onto him.

She started chanting, “Oh shit, oh shit…” as she breathed heavily.

Richard sensed she had finished, and he stopped moving.

Emily appeared on top of them, grinning.  “That was a good view,” she said.

“All right, I actually can’t breathe,” Richard gasped. 

Emily laughed and rolled off of Sandra, and then Sandra rolled to his other side.  She curled up and rode out the receding waves of her orgasm.

“Did you come?” Emily asked.

“No.  I think I did enough of that earlier.”

Emily cooed.  “Then I want more.  I still haven’t hit the big one yet,” she said.

Richard looked at her.  “How do you want it?”

Emily stood up and leaned against the wall, pushing her bottom out towards him.

“Mm.  I can go with that,” Richard said, rising. 

He paused.  “But, I have a better idea.”

He took Emily’s hand, and led her to the window.  Throwing the curtains wide open, he pushed her against the full length glass.

Emily murmured, sensing the eroticism immediately.  “It’s a little cold,” she breathed.  “I like it.”

“Nice view, too,” Richard said, as he knelt down behind her. 

Emily bent forwards at the waist, allowing him to kiss her once before he stood behind her again.

She ended up flat against the giant pane as Richard pushed into her slowly.

“I feel like I’m floating,” Emily said, her voice giddy. 

Richard kissed her neck.  “Don’t worry, I won’t go too hard.”

“Please do.”

“I really don’t want to die naked on the sidewalk at midnight.”

“I’m willing to chance it.  I want it harder.”

Richard knocked on the glass with his fist.  It thudded like rock.  “I guess you’re probably right.”

“Come on, the architects must have been thinking of this when they designed the place,” Emily said.

“Oh, I’m sure that was foremost in their minds…”

Richard emphasized this by going harder.

“Mm.  Better.  More.”

Richard kissed her upper body as he pumped her, fascinated with how it pressed against the glass.  He wished he could be a window washer right then.

A hand caressed his butt.  Sandra had roused at last.  She helped by rubbing Richard’s body as he worked.

This time, Richard knew he was driving Emily right to the top.  He’d learned to read her different climaxes based on how she moved her face.  This was the big one she was looking for.

Emily remained plastered to the glass as Richard tested the limits of its construction.  The pane even started to vibrate with a deep rumble. 

Suddenly, the room went completely dark.  Sandra had turned out the lights.

Emily let out a long and quiet moan which Richard punctuated every third of a second with his thrusts.  Louder it grew, until it suddenly stopped.

The glass seemed to have vanished, now that it was dark.  From his vantage point, he felt like Emily was hanging out in the night sky in front of him.  He only regretted that Sandra had not killed the lights before Emily’s eyes had fluttered closed.

At last Emily released her breath, and finished the moan that had momentarily caught in her throat. 

Richard watched her face, taking in all the details.  She looked so beautiful at climax, he thought.

He suddenly wondered if he could come.  In the excitement of seeing Emily against the glass, he’d forgotten about himself.

Deciding it was too late, Richard withdrew.  He pulled Emily away from the window, taking her into an embrace.  He held her as she shook a little.

“Whoa, cool,” Sandra suddenly whispered.  “Look.”

Richard looked at the window.  Outlined in slight condensation was the fading image of Emily’s body in a position of ecstasy.

“That is cool,” he said.

Emily turned to see, but the image had already disappeared.

“What?”

“Nothing.  You just evaporated,” Sandra said.

Richard grinned.  Emily was too out of it to follow up on the strange exchange, so she just turned back in to Richard’s chest.

Sandra sat by the window, looking out at the city as Richard just swayed with Emily.  After some time, Emily pulled away and flopped on the bed.

“Ahh… That was worth waiting ten days for,” she said, her voice laced with satisfaction.

Sandra murmured.  “I know.  I’m glad we held out.”

Richard laughed as he sat down on the edge of the bed.  “Held out?  Whatever!  I was the one who waited the whole three and a half weeks.”

“Yes, you proved that earlier quite well,” Sandra said, glancing at him.  She frowned and crawled over to him.  “You’re still up,” she said.

“Yeah.”

“Are we not satisfying you?” she asked.

“Oh, yes you are,” he said.  “I’m just not going down easy this round.  That first load was worth double.  Triple.”

Sandra bit her lip.  “There must be something we can do.”

“I’m happy to watch you two get off, really.  Don’t worry about me, I’m fine.”

“Oh, but I am worried.  I want you to feel good too.”

“Believe me, I do.”

Sandra stood, turned up the dimmer a little, and walked over to the table.  She took up the bottle of champagne and peered into it, and then put it down. 

“We’re out.”

“No, we’re not.”

Sandra spotted the fridge, and raised a brow at Richard.  He nodded back.

She bent over, made sure he was looking at her, and then opened the fridge.

“Jeez!  How long are we staying here?” she exclaimed.

“Just tonight,” Richard answered.  “I swear…”

Sandra sniggered.  “Better get to drinking then,” she said.

“We can take them with us, for other celebrations.  I was thinking ahead.  We have some birthdays, a recital, juries…  I just bought the case now, while I had the cash.”

Sandra worked the foil off the bottle, and then put the bottle between her legs suggestively as she worked the stopper.

“Cold!” she squeaked, just as the cork shot across the room.  It ricocheted off of the ceiling and landed harmlessly in the corner.  A burst of champagne followed the cork, and splashed out onto the rug.

She looked down at the wet spot and giggled.  “So that’s what it’s like…” 

Sandra put the bottle to her lips, and then came back over to Richard.  She passed him the bottle, and he took a sip.

“What do you want to do?” she asked, taking another drink.

Richard shrugged.  “Anything.”

“What would make you come?”

“You.”

Sandra laughed.

“Blow job?” she asked. 

“What’s that?”

She smirked, and then leaned over and demonstrated the definition for five seconds.

“That might work,” Richard said.  “But…  What else is on the menu?”

Sandra grinned, happy he had given her the lead.  She put the bottle aside after one more sip.

“I could sit on you right where you are,” she said.  The expected brief demonstration followed.

“Mm, that’s good.”

“Okay.  I can also turn around.  A twist on the same dish…”

“That was nice too.”

“If you stand up… then I can do this…”

“Oh.  That’s tasty.”

“Or this.”

“Nice, too.”

“So what will it be?”

“What do you recommend?” Richard asked.

Sandra looked at him, opened her mouth for a second, and then turned away with a shy smile.  She reached for the champagne and took another long drink, and then giggled.

Richard noticed Emily watching them and smiling.

“Sandra’s trying to tell you something,” Emily said.

“Emily!” Sandra said, whirling around with wide eyes.

“What?  It’s never going to happen if you don’t put it on the menu!”

“Be quiet!”

“What?” Richard asked.

Emily paused, and then shrugged.  “She wants to do what me and you did in your room last month.”

“Emily!”  Sandra flopped down on the bed and covered her face with her hands.

Richard looked at Emily with his mouth half-open.  “Oh.”  He raised his brow, and then turned to Sandra.

“Well, that would certainly do the trick for me,” he said.  “But,” he added, his tone serious, “we don’t have to do that, if you don’t want to.”

Sandra peeked out through her fingers.  “I do,” she said in a tiny voice.

Richard felt the feeling of a roller coaster build within him again.  God damn, this is going to be a crazy night…

“No need to be shy,” he said, reaching to move her hands.  She didn’t let them budge.

“It’s so naughty, though.”

“It is,” Richard agreed.  “But so are most of the things we do.”

Sandra pulled her hands away slowly.  “I’m nervous now.”

Richard smiled.  “That’s a first.”

“What?”

“I’ve never seen you nervous about sex before.”

“How do we do it?”

Richard glanced back at Emily.  She just grinned. 

“Well, Emily sat on me.  Like menu item number two, I think it was.”

“Okay.”

“But we can do whatever you want.”

Sandra rolled onto her back.  “Just get on top of me for a while.  I want to get more excited before we try.”

Richard obliged.  He went slow, and took his time so that Sandra would have time to ramp up before he got too aroused.  The talk of the coming activity had suddenly pushed him much closer to climax than he thought he was.

Sandra closed her eyes, and Richard was glad to see her getting into it.  After a few minutes, he pulled out, deciding to ease into things.  He trailed kisses down her tummy, and then pleasured her with his mouth for a while.  He slipped a few fingers into her, and then pulled them out and dragged them downwards.

Sandra realized what he was doing, and rotated her hips.  Richard held his hand firmly in place now, and let her decide where and how to rub against them. 

Richard still helped her out with his other hand as she explored the new sensations presented to her.  Eventually, she moved her hips differently, and Richard’s finger disappeared slowly.

“Oh… Whoa…”

Emily had moved to kneel next to her now, and caressed her chest.  “What?” she asked Sandra.

“That’s not what I was expecting.”

“Are you okay?” Richard asked, concerned.

“Oh, yeah.  Oh…”  Her words turned to little vocalizations as she deliberately moved her body to get a better position.  Richard still held his hand solid.

“Okay?” he asked again.

“Yeah,” Emily answered this time, smiling.

Slowly, Sandra started rocking her hips, and Richard relaxed his arm, allowing some movement now.

Her vocalizations turned surprised as some new center of pleasure suddenly burst open.  “Oh… wow…”

Emily’s hand snaked down, and she rubbed Sandra gently.

Sandra tensed up for a minute, and then slowed her movements. 

“I want to try for real, now,” she said.

“Do you want to sit up?”

“No, just do kind of what you just did.”

Richard nodded.  He slid his knees under her thighs and held himself firmly in place, as Sandra angled her hips again and found him.

As before, Sandra took her time as she just rubbed against him.  Richard watched in a state of extreme arousal as she did so.  Emily had also moved lower to see, still with a hand on Sandra’s sensitive button.

Then he felt Sandra pull her feet off the bed a little.

“Okay,” she said.  “Try.”

Richard moved slowly forwards, and pushed against her.  For a moment, he slid up and down, but then it was in.

“Oh…”  She shuddered and hissed as she moved her hips slightly.

“Okay?”

“Yeah. It’s bigger than your finger,” she said through sharp breaths.  “Just wait.”

Richard waited, looking around to keep his mind off of the scene.  Emily looked up at him, her eyes full of arousal. 

“That’s really hot,” she whispered, not really helping him stay distracted.

Richard nodded, widening his eyes for a moment.

The pause was good, though.  Richard felt the urgency recede from his middle slightly.  He was worried he’d last five seconds, when he first went in.  I’ll probably last at least thirty, now…

“Go slow,” Sandra whispered.

Richard did.  He remembered how Emily had moved on him in micro movements, and he did the same to Sandra.  Slowly, he shifted forward in tiny increments with his knees, and Sandra breathed and murmured as she got used to him.

“God, did you come like this?” she asked, laying a hand on Emily’s shoulder.

“Yes,” Emily replied.

“Is it different?”

“It was for me.”

“I feel… I feel this knot of pleasure building up, in a different place than usual.”

Richard paused.  “Still all right?”

“Yeah.  It just feels so different.”

“Just let me know if you want to stop.”

“No.  Keep going.  Are you almost all the way in?”

“No.  Halfway, maybe.”

“God, I feel like I’m split in two already!”

“Just tell me what you want,” Richard said gently. “There’s no need to go deeper.”

“Just keep going.  Slowly.”

Richard continued, as Sandra pulled on her legs a little more to raise her hips off of the bed further.  That made things suddenly easier, and Richard slid in a little quicker.

“Almost there…”

Sandra let out a groan.  “Emily, I want to feel you inside me too…”

Emily slid her fingers in.  Richard shuddered as he felt her through Sandra.

“Oh!” Sandra suddenly cried out, as things hit home. 

“What?” Richard said, starting to withdraw.

“No!  Stay…!”

“Does it hurt?”

“No,” she said, her throat struggling to produce the words.  “But wait…”

“What do you need?” Emily asked, keeping her hand still.

“I don’t know.  I want you to just start moving, but I’m a little scared.”

“Why?”

“It feels so good!  Even when you talk, I can feel it down there, and it’s like… electricity!  It’s intense…  I don’t know how much I can take.”

“Let’s wait here for a minute.”

“No…  Just do it…” she breathed.

Richard took a deep breath, and steeled himself.  The situation was becoming unbearable again.  Things were just too erotic to hold out much longer.

“This won’t go on very long,” he warned. 

“That’s okay,” Sandra said quickly.

Richard moved, and Emily moved, and Sandra quickly exploded in pleasure.  It was an exponential gain, and very soon she had reached her sensual limit.  Richard watched in fascination as her face and chest flushed and she threw her head back and forth from side to side.  Her voice held onto a high whine as she gripped her legs. 

Richard wondered if she also hurt with pleasure like he had.  Richard kept his movements small.  That was clearly more than enough for now. 

Then, just when Richard was about to let himself go, Sandra passed some unseen barrier.  Emily looked at Richard with wide eyes, and they could both feel Sandra’s body quaking in front of them, and around them.

Richard’s climax was lost in the maelstrom.  He slowed down, but Sandra continued to writhe her body, lost in a circle of pleasure.

With a last wail, she collapsed, her legs falling to the bed, and her arms flying out to her sides.

Richard and Emily withdrew, probably unnoticed.

“Damn,” Richard whispered, as they watched the aftershocks.

Emily nodded.  “I don’t think we’ll be doing that every night!” she said, grinning.

The girls were in heaven all night, even within the dreams they had during a few naps. 

Richard had just changed to a final CD selection, and turned out the lights.  He found himself cuddled up with Emily and Sandra to each side. 

He’d lost all track of time.  He had expected to see the sky lighting up long ago, but for some reason, the sun was still choosing not to rise.  Maybe their wishes that the night not end really had come true.

The music was still inaudible through the small speakers of the player.  Then they caught the first stains of the low melody as the notes rose through the spectrum of the player’s capability.

“Hey!” Sandra said, quietly surprised. 

“This is the music we first made love to,” Emily said.

“I know.”

“That was an amazing night.”

“It was.  But, I think tonight tops it.”

“Definitely.”

The music grew gently.

The three of them held tightly to each other.

Richard felt two pair of lips meet with his.  After the wild evening, this simple act of gentle lovemaking was exquisitely satisfying.

Locks of hair gently caressed Richard’s face, and their three tongues moved about in a slow dance.  They never moved quickly, but did grow in passion.

There were some gentle caresses, but always in innocent places.

When the trio of lips became a duet, the other pair moved to an ear, or to a neck to impart new tingles.

Bare legs were drawn against bare legs.  Toes played with each other. 

Their hands were clasped together as the music grew to a first climax. 

Richard felt like his soul had met with theirs, and expanded to fill everything he knew.  He let himself be carried around by the feelings, not wanting to exit this paradise.

At last the music peaked and receded some. 

With a final three way kiss, the girls fell back to his sides.

Richard knew they had reached the same state he had.  There was no need for any further physical contact, save for their still interlocked hands. 

They had found perfect bliss…

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