“OW!” Patty yelled, rubbing her palm where the stream hit her.
“Our first test, Lynette got a painful bruise,” I said. “We normally try to lower the pressure, but I made the mistake of having a nearly comatose Lynette turn on the water when she did Kristen’s first time. All cold water.”
June nodded. “Kristen is bruised. I could see it starting when we put her to bed.”
I sighed, hating to think of my beloved Goddess hurt.
“Maybe you can get that plumber back and find out a way to automatically limit the pressure when the nozzle is attached,” Patty suggested.
“Yeah,” I said. “We never thought about human error.”
“Can you put on the regular shower head, please?” Patty asked. “Just being naked near it scares me.”
“Sure, Patty,” I said, showing her how the quick-connect coupling worked. The water flowed out, surprising Patty, since she was in direct aim, although the shower head was set to a fine spray—apparently, the water was a bit too cold.
We spent our usual forty-five minutes in the shower, fingers and hands roaming between our three bodies with abandon.
I intentionally didn’t bring my partners to orgasm, and they kept me hard but never anywhere near the edge. This was just a playful soak and cuddle between three friends.
Afterward, I asked June for some private time with Patty, and sent June upstairs as I brought Patty into my music studio.
“Is this your studio?” Patty asked.
“Yup.”
“That’s your recorder?” Patty said, pointing to the open reel deck.
“Yeah. I’m working on a special present for Kris and Lynette.”
Patty smiled. “Like your Hooked on a Feeling session?”
“Yup. Feel special, since I only invite one girl at a time in here for my special sessions.”
“Special session?” Patty asked.
“I’m trying to perfect them before bringing Lynette or Kristen in for one. May I practice with you?”
“How many girls have you practiced with?”
“So far, only Marla had a special session here with me. I did something similar with June in school in one of the practice rooms.”
“What does it involve?”
I smiled. “Position yourself on my lap so my cock sticks up in front of your pussy. I hold the keyboards like this…” I moved my elbows unnecessarily close to Patty’s breasts and wiggled her between them. “And then I play…”
I was sitting between two overlapping electric keyboards, which were on different movable panels at different heights so I could switch which one was on my left and which was on my right. One of the keyboards was a new electronic organ that Kristen and I picked out, and the other was my venerable electric piano that Kristen gave me for Christmas. I set them up so that I could get the right sound. I started a good funky bass line for an intro, and then sung:
When I started playing the first solo, Patty started wiggling on my lap, just as Marla and June did previously. “This is so erotic!” Patty said, breathing heavily.
“That’s the intention,” I said, gearing up for the next bass line resume.
“Ooh!”
I resumed the vocals.
At the end of the song, Patty asked, “How do you do that?”
Oh my lord. Not Patty, too!
Patty felt my reaction and said, “I was asking how you can do that bass line with one hand, that accompaniment with your right hand, and sing the words at the same time. You’re doing three different things at once!”
“Oh, that,” I said. “It takes a bit of practice, but nearly performer who plays the keyboards can do it.”
“You’re extremely talented. You actually sounded like Van Morrison!”
“Sugarloaf,” I corrected. “Van Morrison is this one…”
I started the intro to Brown Eyed Girl.
“Oh, yeah. Actually, my favorite Van Morrison song is…”
“I know…”
I started the opening chords for Moon Dance.
“That’s it!” Patty said when I stopped.
“It sounds better with a flute, a drum, and the upright over there.”
“You make it sound better than the original,” Patty said.
To me, the solo part really sounded weird on the electric piano, and when the sax solo was supposed to start, I simply just hugged Patty.
“I think June’s waiting for us,” I said.
“I think that’s sexy, sitting on your lap as you play,” Patty said.
“Thanks. I need to find the perfect songs for Lynette and Kristen.”
“You’re a wonderful lover, Jim,” Patty said. “You’re also a very special friend.”
“So are you, Patty,” I said, as we entered the upstairs apartment.
June was waiting for me. “I checked on Kristen. She’s definitely bruising. No making love for her for a while.”
Oh, shit. I felt terrible, even if I hadn’t done it to my Goddess.
I turned to Patty. “Is there anything I can do to help her?”
“Steaks are usually used for bruises, Jim, but I think it would be unsanitary to put one between her legs.”
I sighed.
Patty, June, and I retired to the master bedroom. I slept between the two girls, my hands cupping Patty’s breasts all night.
The next morning, I woke up and thought I was dreaming. There were warm lips sucking my cock, and Patty’s long red hair was draped over my crotch, a river of orange-red that I fantasized about so many times since the first time Patty did this for me.
June surprised Patty by kissing her as soon as I shot my load into Patty’s mouth. Although Patty knew of Kristen’s addiction, I think June surprised her. Actually, I think that June simply thought that this was normal sexual behavior in our apartment.
“What time is it?” I asked, sleepily.
“I need to get to class in an hour,” Patty answered. “I’ll try to wake the bodies decomposing in the spare bedroom.”
About ten minutes after Patty left, Lynette came into the bedroom. “Um, Jim… June.” Lynette’s eyes were downcast.
“What’s wrong, Lynette?” I asked.
“I hurt Kristen yesterday,” Lynette said, sounding very guilty.
“I remember she did something similar to you the first time,” I pointed out.
“I didn’t even think about the water pressure.”
“Patty told me we should get the plumber to put on some sort of flow restrictor so this can’t happen again.”