“How far, Alex?” I asked, rubbing my forehead.
She quickly paced off the remaining distance between us. “About 15 feet. How confident are you about the distance?”
“Pretty sure, I guess. Like you said, Alex, we’d need to set up a more formal experiment to be sure.” Her neutral expression, hinting of calculation, was the only confirmation I needed — my use of “Alex” hadn’t set her off at all. Maybe I’d let her come closer than was necessary, but that was what the follow-up would determine.
I heaved a sigh. “Well, we can discuss it this afternoon. I have to go suffer at the hands of undergrads now. Susan should be there by then, right?”
Alexandra — no, it was “Alex” for me, now — nodded. We collected our coats and headed our separate ways, the spring in my step at odds with my fading headache.
I was looking forward to our afternoon meeting, but not for any reasons that had to do with Alex’s research. This late in the day, the temperature in their office was almost normal, and I shrugged off my coat without hesitation. “Hi, Susan! Hi, Alex! What have you thought up for us now?”
The girls smiled welcomes at me, although Susan quietly mouthed, “Alex?!” when her officemate wasn’t looking. I winked at her in return; she was dressed more attractively than her usual practice, if less daringly than the end of the previous week.
“Okay, let’s get started,” Susan decided as soon as I’d sat down, and produced a half-eaten basket of French fries slathered with ketchup.
“Weren’t there more of those when you brought them back from lunch?” asked Alex. Susan nodded sheepishly and Alex resumed her usual direction of our activities. “We discussed this earlier, and I think it’s important to see how easy it is to undo a change you’ve made. For one thing, “flipping” something back and forth will be much more efficient for some tests than what we’ve done so far.”
“You want me to make Susan hate ketchup-covered fries again, then?” Both girls nodded, and I could see the point, too. Not about the fries specifically, but I did have some flashes of regret over a few of my impulsive decisions on the weekend.
“Now?” There were more nods. “Okay, then,” I said a little more confidently. I found Susan’s mind almost instantly, and then opened my eyes again so I could stare at the red-spattered fries. This time I focused on the feelings of nausea I’d had once after finding particularly bad “lost” leftovers in the back of the refrigerator, and imagined those leftovers were the fries in front of us. After a suitable period of time, I relaxed. “Well?”
Susan popped a dripping piece of fried potato into her mouth. “It was better hot, but they’re still good.”
“Hmm, let me try again.” I closed my eyes, found Susan’s glow, and kept concentrating on that while I thought hard about tomatoey horror. Her glow never wavered and I felt the beginnings of a headache, so I stopped. “I don’t think it’s going to work,” I told them.
Alex thought out loud while Susan ate another fry. “Maybe Susan would always have liked ketchup on fries and just was afraid to try them?”
Susan shook her head. “I don’t think so. That supposes that Friday’s experiment was a failure too, just like today — but you rigged it so I couldn’t have faked it. Besides, I know Lloyd can do these things!” She clamped her mouth closed, but Alex already was looking suspiciously at the two of us.
“You know?” Alex asked carefully. “How did you obtain this knowledge?”
I cringed, seeing no good way for the conversation to end. “Look, Alex, –”
“Just a minute,” she snapped. “I’m talking to Susan right now.”
Susan had a quick mind — quicker than mine, anyway — and proved it again. “Look, Alex,” she echoed, and paused for the inevitable response.
“Don’t call me Alex!” the blonde hissed, and then stopped herself so abruptly I thought I heard her teeth click. Suddenly, her attention was focused entirely on me. “Say it again,” she demanded.
“Alex.” I drew it out, letting the syllables roll gently off my tongue and looking her straight in the eyes. “I like calling you ‘Alex’.” Her eyes widened and I thought I detected a hint of color in her face.
Susan cut in, talking fast but without sounding jittery. She had to be improvising, but she did a great job. “Lloyd and I discussed this Friday night while he was taking me home. We felt that, as principal researcher, it was important for you to understand the change in perception, and I didn’t feel I could do it justice with a verbal description. I know you didn’t plan it this way, but we thought first-hand impressions would be extremely valuable. And,” she pointed a fry at Alex for emphasis, “it’s payback for that ketchup trick!”
“When did you do this?” Alex asked me. If she didn’t look happy, at least she wasn’t looking upset either.
“This morning. It was just fortuitous coincidence I was able to combine it with your suggestion for a distance test.”
“Well, don’t do it again.”
I nodded, thinking I was fortunate to escape with no worse repercussions.
“So tell me,” Alex continued, “how were you able to determine the distance? What’s going on inside that head of yours?”
Not for the first time, I had the impression that although I was the most educated person in the office, both women were smarter than me. We spent the rest of the afternoon talking about mind glows, visualizations, and hypotheses about interpreting them.
Susan caught up to me halfway across the quad after we’d called it quits for the day. “I need to talk to you, privately,” she announced.
I was already mostly hard thinking about what she might want. “Sure — you might as well see my cave, anyway.”
She surprised me again. “I really like Alexandra,” Susan told me while we unfastened our coats. “I really like this, too,” she continued, gripping my rigid shaft through my trousers. “But if you hurt Alexandra or take advantage of her, I’m going to tear it off and feed it to you, understand?”
“Perfectly,” I gasped, painfully aware of Susan’s surprisingly strong grip.
“Good.” A moment later we were tearing at each other’s clothes; I fumbled a condom onto myself while Susan pulled down her pantyhose, and then we were both enjoying a fast stand-up fuck. Neither of us lasted long, and I could feel Susan screaming into my mouth as I kissed her.
That encounter pretty much set the tone of the next few weeks. The three of us did our class work and continued studying and evaluating my ability. Whenever Susan and I were alone, we fucked like rabbits. Both of us were insatiable, and it got easier after Susan revealed she was on the pill and we could dispense with the condoms.
She still came like a banshee every time I pumped her, and after I found sticky deposits in her panties, I began to suspect I wasn’t the only guy Susan was fucking. I couldn’t complain since I thought about Alex all the time, although I hadn’t done anything more “off the record.”
I sure wanted to, but knew I shouldn’t, and wasn’t sure it was needed. The three of us necessarily spent a lot of time together, and Alex had been getting increasingly frustrated about the wedding preparations. It sounded like Jonathan didn’t take the planning, or Alex’s aspirations, seriously; either it was getting to her more than it had, or she was just less inhibited about voicing her annoyance.
Sometimes we’d be talking about the project or reviewing a draft of her thesis, and I’d catch a hint of an expression on Alex’s face that had me instantly rock-hard in my pants. There was no way I could have restrained myself if Susan hadn’t been available to serve as a willing, wanton receptacle for my physical urges. Nobody had actually said anything, but I was pretty sure Alex knew something was going on between Susan and myself even before the morning she returned unexpectedly early from a class and caught Susan giving me a blowjob in the office.
The minx had bet me that she could get me off without orgasming herself, which was saying a lot for a girl that pretty much came if my cock moved inside her. I didn’t think she could do it, which was the only reason I’d taken the bet; joining Susan for a three-way with another guy wasn’t on my list of erotic fantasies. Unfortunately for me, her technique had improved and she was using a combination of suction and tongue action that had to be felt to be believed. The finger tickling my prostate was borderline cheating.
I heard the key rattling in the lock, but I was right on the verge of exploding in Susan’s mouth; Susan was so focused on me I don’t think she head the door at all.
“Where’s Susan?” Alex asked. She’d deposited her books on her desk before she noticed my expression and looked down to see Susan’s head buried in my crotch. “Oh gosh, you two! Get a hotel room!”
It might have been my imagination, but I thought I saw a trace of something other than shock and disgust in her expression. Real or not, it — and Susan’s finger — pushed me over the edge and a huge load boiled out of my balls and up my shaft.
Susan immediately pulled away, unwilling to risk losing her bet due to some involuntary muscular contraction on my part; that left my jerking tool in plain view while Susan managed to catch most of my spraying semen in her mouth.
Alex finally regained her voice. “Susan, don’t you have any shame?”
“Not as much as I did,” Susan quipped. She rose slowly to her feet, wiping her cheek clean with a finger.
I hurriedly tucked myself away before Alex’s accusing stare returned to me. “Don’t look at me — it was her idea!”
“You seriously expect me to believe that?” Alex’s laugh didn’t sound too humorous. “I saw what you got out of it.” She looked over at Susan, who now appeared a model of decorum. “Lloyd didn’t pressure you into this, did he?”
“No,” Susan laughed. “We made a bet — which I won! Do you want to hear about it?”
Alex eyed her officemate’s cat-who-ate-the-canary expression, and responded with a doubtful, “I don’t think so.” She looked intrigued but, true to form, tried to focus on the job at hand — after getting in the last word. “Just remember, Susan, you’re the equal of any man. Don’t let them push you around, even Lloyd, okay? You can always talk to me.”
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