I had finally accomplished my goal. I had graduated from college summa cum laude, and I had been published in a well-respected journal. I had spent the last four years with my nose to the grindstone, and as a result my social life had suffered. Sad to say, I only counted as my friends my fellow bookish classmates whom I had also been in a type of competition with ever since we had found one another in the same section of the library our freshman year. Yes, it would be safe for anyone to assume that party animals we were not. But full-ride scholarships are not to be squandered, even by “brainiacs” such as myself. So I worked my tail off and made my parents and instructors proud.
This was going to be the beginning of a new chapter in my life, so I thought about the conclusion of the last one. From now on I would be sought after and traveling in more sophisticated circles, so I might not ever have such a moment of freedom again. I would soon be working my way up some career ladder, trying to burst through a glass ceiling or two. After that, or maybe even during, I would do the whole family thing. But to find Mr. Right, I needed to open myself to some new skill sets. I figured this would be my one last chance to do what everyone wanted to do as soon as he or she got to college: have a wild sexcapade!
In anticipation of this goal I came up with a little wager between two of my closer friends and me. These guys, while a bit geeky, were trustworthy and cute as hell; they just didn’t realize that they were fine. So, knowing that I had this great thesis in the works, I proposed that whichever of us graduated at the top of our class, that person would have the other two as slaves for a day. Since we would all be moving away, they assumed that I meant as workhorses to help the winner pack up and load trucks. Well, I guess you could say we did move some furniture.
We found out a couple of days before the ceremony that I was indeed the best in class. I realized that word had spread when they tried to turn around when I approached them on the quad.
“Going somewhere, boys?” I called to them sweetly.
Ted and David both stopped in their tracks. With a feigned resignation they turned around and started back toward me. Ted was the taller of the two. His body was thin and kind of sinewy. The best part was his skin, smooth as silk and obsidian in color. He could be the poster boy for the phrase black is beautiful. His smile was easy to appear and captivating in its brightness. His long fingers danced over piano keys and computer keyboards with a grace that made me wonder what else they could play well.
Dave was the polar opposite in shades of blackness, yet turned me on equally. He was a tasty Red Bone straight out of New Orleans. Toffee-colored skin with expressive green eyes and a light sprinkling of freckles across his nose. He wore his clothes kind of big, almost to the point of being sloppy. After being around him all this time, I knew that his body wasn’t soft underneath them. Though he worked out regularly, a routine inspired by high school bullies, Dave was almost embarrassed by his physique. He thought people wouldn’t take him seriously if they saw how great his body was. It was my plan to let him know that he could be a physicist and a hottie at the same time. They looked as if they were heading to the gallows as they approached. Little did they know that, by the end of the week, they would be grateful that they had lost this bet.
Ted was the first to speak. “Alright, Sue, get your gloating done with.”
With a look of false innocence, I asked sweetly, “Would I be the type to boast of my superior intellect?”
“Yes!” came the simultaneous response.
Laughing, I did a little victory dance. “And you know this, man! So, you both will be at my place Saturday night at eight, right?”
“Why so late?” Dave asked with a puzzled expression.
“Because I don’t need you until then. You agreed to the terms of the bet. Are you trying to renege now?”
“No, but you said that we only had to be your workhorses for one day, Sue. It’s not our fault if you don’t want to start packing until the middle of the night.”
“Who said anything about packing?” came my sly response.
Now it was Ted’s turn to look confused. “So, what do you want us to do then?”
“You’ll see. Just be on time.”
Happy to be off manual-labor duty, they agreed and I went off smiling to myself. Thinking of having them both at my sensual mercy was exciting me. I had been watching movies and reading articles on the internet to make the night interesting. It amazed me how many different ways there were to make sure a threesome didn’t turn into a boring show for one member. I wanted them both to be satisfied; somehow it had become connected to my fulfillment. I wanted them both to say my name and remember the evening with equal fondness. With my panties positively sodden, I went home to prepare for the festivities.
Anticipation kept me on a high for the next two days. By Saturday I could have bumped into the sofa and had an orgasm right then! I was ready only fifteen minutes early, but in my agitated state, it seemed like hours. It was a relief when they knocked on the door promptly at eight. I called out to be sure that it was my friends, picked up a tray of my fabulous gintinis, and reveled in their expressions when I opened the door. It’s best described as somewhere between shock and joy for Ted and plain amazement from Dave. I had been sure to give them no hint of my plan, so my standing there in a sheer black robe over an equally translucent negligee and thong had rendered them temporarily dumb.
I usually keep my appearance pretty plain and hide my attributes for the same reason Dave hides his. But since this was my fantasy, I had splurged on hair extensions, taken special care with dramatic makeup, including long-wearing lipstick, and wore strappy stilettos to accentuate my legs. I’m only 5'5" but about three feet of that is all thick thighs and sexy calves. While they may have had an idea about my legs since they’d seen me in shorts, I think the full jugs I kept up top were a bit of a shock. I usually wore minimizing bras so guys would talk to me and not them, but that night I had them pushed up and out for their viewing pleasure.
“Well, don’t just stand there, servants. Come in.” After they were in, I nodded to the couch. They still hadn’t found their voices when they had sat down, so I continued, “If I remember correctly, you are mine to command for the evening. Though I won’t have you packing any boxes, you can be assured that you will be working. But let’s have a toast first, shall we?”
Dave smiled uncertainly, almost as if he couldn’t believe that this was real. “Well, I know I sure as hell could use a drink right now. Are these your usual strength?”
Startling them both, I straddled his lap and fed him an olive, kissing the taste away.
Leaning over, I whispered in his ear, “They, like everything else about this evening, are more potent than ever.”
Before Ted could start feeling left out, I took a deep swallow of my drink and leaned over to kiss him long and deep. As I was still astride Dave, I could feel his reaction to this against my mound. Holding the still unspeaking Ted’s face in my hands, I turned to him and inquired, “Who’s that knocking at my door? Is that you, Dave, baby?”
Thoroughly enjoying myself, I slid off him into Ted’s lap so that he was cradling me. He finally managed to pull himself out of his stupor.
“I’m probably going to kick the shit out of myself for this later, but I have to ask: Susanna, are you drunk or high right now? Because even though I’m about to explode in a minute, I won’t take advantage of you.”
Dave, though his voice was tigh
t with restraining himself, nodded in agreement. “You’re our friend, Sue, and if you’re not in your right mind, we can still stop this. We may not be able to walk for a few days, but we will stop.”
Knowing that I was right about being able to trust them, I said, “The only things I’m high on are the pheromones in the air.” Taking their hands, I put Ted’s on one of my hardened nipples and Dave’s in between my legs to feel the moistness waiting for them. “Does this seem as if I don’t want you both? All I ask is that we keep this night to ourselves. Give me your word on this and I’ll believe you.” When they both assured me that it would always be our secret, I moved on to the next phase. “Now that we’ve settled that, let’s get you two undressed, shall we?”