I knew the second John James walked into the room fifteen minutes before my class ended. His presence sent my body and mind into a tailspin of robust sexual desire. With skin flushing, I stepped into my total sexual self. Destiny or fate provided me the only person who could flip that switch. However, his unannounced arrival in the classroom meant one thing, a threesome.
As I wrote on the whiteboard, my lecture topic became sexualized. I knew John’s eyes were on my ass. I imagined his hand dragging my skirt up to my thigh, and that caused me to almost drop the marker. Moisture was there, too. He dipped inside me, first sampling my wetness with his tongue, then his cock. The visual made me pant. <em “mso-bidi-font-style:=”” normal”=””>Did he know my lecture was on systems’ synergy? How many times have I heard it said, “The whole is greater than the sum of its parts?” I chose to apply it to sex. Sex synergy.
Finishing the lecture, I dismissed class and John walked down to the podium. The closer he got, the more I expanded, mingling our sex energy, working the synergy.
“Morgan Fields, you’re so on, baby. I got your message.” John stepped in close with a slow kiss. My yielding lips tasted peppermint and hope. He palmed my ass cheek while inching my skirt up.
I chuckled. “Yeah, I felt you move my skirt.”
“Your skirt? I meant I felt you about two hours ago.”
“Really?” Has my mechanism grown power? Did John recognize it?
“I did sit in the back row planning to rearrange your skirt, to get to that ass and beyond.” He wiggled his fingers toward my ass crack. “I love watching you react. It’s my turn-on.”
“I hope the students didn’t see it.”
“They were oblivious. You were concentrating on teaching them. Or maybe, you were teaching me your mind tricks. I moved your skirt and you felt it? Hmmm. Where did your mind go this time?”
Excellent question. When John came in, I drifted to Marva. Cock and tits, a beautiful soul. Our first sex party threesome.
“Well, after you filled me with your tongue and cock…”
“I am willing to fill you with whatever you want and who you want. What’s the game plan for tonight?”
Our interactions wired John. He was my always ready man. I appreciated that he understood me, my sexual beliefs, and how they manifested. It scared me to discover that when sexual energy emanated from me, it heightened my abilities to scan my own body and brain. It opened me to anything. He calmed my nerves. This energy appeared as a dark, intense, potent elixir. Somehow, I had a mechanism tied to my power with the capabilities of going out into the world and touching the energy of another. John wasn’t scared of me when we first experienced it together. He helped me ground and focus. Was my apparatus working on its own now? I didn’t think I had sent something out to John. Has it evolved?
Usually, when I sent the mechanism out, it lightly tapped another person’s sexual energy. If interest was there, I received a signal of familiarity, a connection. It came as a tug to a core part of my being, and it resonated with me. So far, my instrument proved stellar in our threesomes, locating people that made our synergy greater. As to how it worked, I didn’t know. I resembled a fine-tuned scanning device that was the totality of me.
Through our previous threesome sexual exploits together, John and I learned two things. First, I was the beginning point and the ending point, the alpha and the omega. Second, my sexual craving caused the emission of my elixir to secrete through my pores. John began to resonant to it like he was tuning into a frequency. I came to understand that John was my prime ingredient, one who embellished, and stirred up my process for multiple partners and made it a reality. As I scanned, with him by my side, I got specific and detailed results. When another person’s energy accepted my invitation and mingled with us, the sexual scenario played out in my mind’s eye. There we were, all three asses, breasts, penises, sucking, kissing, tasting, grunting, licking, fingering, fucking, slapping, stroking.
“Hey, I asked about the game plan.”
“Raleigh texted an invitation to her sex party tonight. I want to go.” I experienced John’s excitement with a jolt. He gazed into my eyes and his sex energy surged into me like an athlete pumping air into a deflated ball. As much as I enjoyed this interaction, I believed John liked it more. He watched for it, he stroked it, and he savored it. He knew as a threesome we would get more.
“Will you wear a blindfold for selection?”
“Yes, I want to stay centered assessing the perfect sexual energy.”
“What about a conversation?”
“No. I don’t need any tonight.” John didn’t comprehend that he arrived in my classroom mentally primed and connected. Our twosome was locked solidly in place by my self-device, and our sexual energy swirled around one another, hyper-charged. He had no clue I was already reading our third member.
“Do you have a preference for a man or a woman?” asked John.
I smiled. “We’ll see.” It was a moot point. My special tool had already chosen. I felt the tug. Synergy, along with my magical elixir I shared with John, created our threesome. We left to see if “the whole is greater than the sum of its parts.”