My Polyamorous Girl
Chapter 6 -- It's Heating Up
Note:
The following group of chapters overlaps Tethys' narrative about the huge change that occurred in our lives over a very short time period.
I will try gloss over a few things that she's already explained better.
There are places where my own memory of events differs somewhat from hers.
This is natural, and if there's a major conflict, go with her version.
There were some situations that we each interpreted differently though, so it's just a matter of perspective.
A pleasant spring quickly billowed into a blast furnace of a summer. Tethys could handle the heat better than I could. She not only handled it, she thrived in it. She needed it. The heat was like a release for her after a long winter of jackets and hoods. She tossed her clothes off and tried her best to forget they existed.
She couldn't do that, of course, and she'd been naked indoors all the time anyway, so the change felt more dramatic to her than it was in practice. But she took as many opportunities as possible to spend time naked in the sun, and if at all possible she wanted to fuck in the sun. Her apartment had no yard, unfortunately, but my house was better situated for outdoor privacy. The back fence was high enough to shield most of the yard from the second story windows of surrounding houses. It wouldn't have mattered to Tethys if the neighbors saw us fucking, as far as she was concerned they could have all perched on the fence and cheered us on. But they wouldn't have done that, of course, and Tethys had enough respect for their sensibilities to avoid the sightlines that did exist.
Carl's back yard was even more private, and during the times she spent with him they would often lounge or fuck there before, during breaks from, or after their workouts. And there was always Hippie Hollow on Saturdays with Carl, and occasionally for a couple of hours on Sunday with me. I loved watching her navigate the rocks and the water and the slopes and the crowd at Hippie Hollow. Her body looked truly extraordinary as a result of her weight training with Carl, and its golden response to sunlight. The light glowed off of her sensuous, well defined muscles as she walked, her pectorals supporting her breasts and nipples keeping them upright and projecting forward, her shaved pussy making her look even more streamlined. In my mind, she was a vision of sexual perfection.
She missed Sonia, having another woman who shared her taste in men, and who shared her man, made her feel like she had a true buddy, and now that buddy was on the other side of the world. They texted and even spoke on the phone occasionally, but Sonia's concert tour was grueling, and the conversations became less frequent as the summer approached. She was expecting to return sometime in the mid to late summer, but she didn't have a date yet. Her concert manager kept scheduling new gigs as the tour was proving more successful than expected, and tickets were actually selling out. She wasn't reserving stadiums yet, she didn't even have a hit single, but her performances were popular, and news of them was spreading word of mouth and on social media. She was having no trouble filling the small to medium-sized venues they had arranged. That was good news, of course, and Tethys was happy for her, but still impatient to see her again.
My job was going well, and I finally began developing a sense of security about it in the longer term. My old Chevy Impala had never been my favorite car. I bought it used in a bit of a hurry, and while it ran fine, it just had never been me. Now I didn't feel stuck with it any more, and I felt I was in a position to get the car I really wanted. That turned out to be a brand new Tesla Model 3. I brought Tethys with me to take delivery of it, and she was as thrilled as I was. I felt like I'd "arrived."
So the first part of the summer passed happily, except for our somewhat different approaches to the heat. Monday nights, Wednesday nights and Saturdays all day she belonged to Carl. Tuesday nights, Friday nights, and Sundays all day she was mine. Friday was our social night, sometimes we'd do dinner and a movie, sometimes karaoke, sometimes dancing, sometimes we'd stop into a local sports bar where a group of my buddies from work hung out. It wasn't our favorite thing to do, and we didn't usually stay long, but I did like to show her off, and she liked me showing her off. And my coworkers didn't have to suspect that I had an imaginary girlfriend. Thursdays she spent at home, not seeing anyone, not watching porn, not masturbating, and not even thinking about sex. "Being celibate one day a week makes me horny for the rest of the week," she explained.
Some Sunday's we spent at home, sometimes we went to Hippie Hollow and then maybe to a park or to socialize with my family. They loved Tethys, especially the kids, although my sisters never tired of asking her and me when we were getting married. Her answer was always the same, and in truth my sisters always expected that answer from her, although it didn't stop them from asking again.
"It's not on the schedule right now," she would smile and answer sweetly. "Our relationship doesn't require it."
She wanted to say "My other lovers would not approve," and sometimes I wanted her to say it -- sometimes I wanted to say it, but out of respect for the chastity of their worldviews, we had so far refrained. It got to be a game eventually, and I'm sure my sisters were well aware of that, but they enjoyed playing it too.
On Saturday, July 6, she was part of an art showing in the park. She even skipped her workout and Hippie Hollow excursion for it, which put Carl in a quandary. Ultimately, and unusually, both of us went with her to show our support. Despite not being naked at the lake, she was in her element. It was scorching hot, and she was wearing a loose fitting one-piece romper of a light brown hemp. That and a pair of sandals was her complete outfit. No bra nor panties restricted her. It was the closest she could manage to being naked, she told me, and while she looked modest enough to the casual eye, I could tell by the way she carried herself that she was 'almost-comfortable.'
It was a productive event for her, she sold several of her paintings at good prices. The buyer of one of her paintings, Mrs. Sheffield... yes,
THAT
Mrs. Sheffield, had liked it so much that she'd commissioned a more ambitious one from her.
"I love your style," she told her. "I think it would work perfectly for a nice seascape. And I love mermaids! Do you think you could do a seascape with a mermaid for me? Maybe kind of like
The Little Mermaid
, sitting on a rock. But facing the setting sun. Something like that. Oh, that would be gorgeous in this style!"
They'd settled on a size and a price, and rights for Tethys to make and sell prints of the completed work. It was going to be a big one.
I didn't get a chance to discuss it with her until Sunday night, because the three of us made it a weekend threesome, salvaging an evening workout at Carl's house at least, but not until after he had been thrilled to receive his sloppy seconds fresh from the source. He watched, mostly silently but obviously happily, taking more pictures and videos, as Tethys and I fucked in several positions. He didn't rush us, and we took our time. Tethys was in a buoyant mood, and she experienced even more orgasms than usual. We ended with her favorite, me on my back on the weight bench, her straddling my hips and riding my cock reverse cowgirl style, and sucking Carl's cock as she bounced up and down on me. When I finally exploded up into her, she immediately pulled off of me, clamped her cunt closed for a few seconds, and leaned over the safety bars of the squat rack with her legs spread and her ass thrust up and out. She opened back up again just as Carl slid into her, and the expression on both of their faces was ecstatic, both coming quickly, and both producing an abundance of fluid volume. Afterwards, the amount of creampie residue dribbling out of Tethys' pussy was the most I'd ever seen, and she made no effort to hold it back, prevent it from dripping on the rubber mat covered floor, or to even keep it on one place. She walked casually, if a little unsteadily, to the drink refrigerator in the corner of Carl's den gym, leaving a trail of slippery sticky goo behind her, and a string of ooze dangling between her legs like liquid spider silk. Carl and I both merely watched in awe. God she was beautiful.
By Sunday night, after we made it back to my place, Tethys was feeling more philosophical.
"I'm glad she didn't give me a deadline," she mused. "This is going to take some research and some practice. I'm still not as good with nudes as I'd like."
"This is a mermaid, not a nude," I tried to sound reassuring.
"A mermaid is just a nude with a tail!" she quipped. "I wish Sonia was here. I could get her to model it for me."
"Do they have black mermaids?" I asked innocently.
"Shut up, dummy!" she punched me on the shoulder. "When I first met you, you pretended to know something about art, you faking seducer. You were just trying to get in my pants, but I outsmarted you. I just got rid of my pants!"
She gave me a look of sacrificial patience. "First, a mermaid can be any color you want. If Mrs. Sheffield wants a black mermaid, she can have a black mermaid." She dropped to a stage whisper. "Although from what I think I know of Mrs. Sheffield, she won't want to go there. But the other thing is Sonia is beautiful in any color. She doesn't have to be just black. Her beauty transcends color. I could spray paint her green and she'd still be spectacular."
